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[sinfulspencer]

Twisted fantasy

Prompt: Reader asked her boyfriend Spencer to dress up as Ghostface and he obliged.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: light dom/sub dynamic, dom!Spencer, sub!Reader, dirty talking, praise kink, degradation kink, spanking, hair pulling, breath play, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie

Words: 4.1k

A.N.: Thank you to @vampireids for beta-reading this!

“I can’t believe I agreed to do this.”

I could hear the faint sound of Spencer pacing around the room on the other side of the door, along with grunts as he tried to put on the tightest pair of black trousers I had managed to find. 

When October started, I knew it was time for me to make my demand. Even though I had no reason to complain about the many different ways Spencer and I celebrated Halloween, I had one more fantasy to fulfil. Just a little idea that had been stuffed inside my brain for too many years. 

I knew Spencer wouldn’t have denied me anything, so I wasn’t surprised to find a Ghostface mask in my Amazon cart a few days after our conversation.

“You did it because you love me!”

Spencer huffed and I saw the lights flickering inside his bedroom. “I don’t have to prove my love to you by wearing a Ghostface mask.”

“No, but it would certainly be a nice thing to do!” 

The door opened with such force it smacked against the cold wall. I took a step back and I almost collapsed to my knees when Spencer walked out. 

I couldn’t even see his eyes, but I knew he was hiding that damned cocky smirk he had on his face every fucking time he understood what was going on in my brain. It wasn’t difficult to imagine, because I knew exactly how my face looked at that moment. 

Spencer looked absolutely stunning in total black. 

The shirt was tight on his chest and his sleeves were rolled up at his elbow, making him appear even more delicious to my eyes. His waist was perfectly hugged by those tight black trousers he didn’t want to wear, but did it for me, and his thighs made me want to drop down on the floor and nibble all over him. 

And then, of course, the Ghostface mask. 

Sure, it wasn’t the real Ghostface with the black cape and whatever, but it didn’t matter.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” Spencer asked.

His eyes were covered, I could barely see the outline underneath the mask, and that turned me on more than I could describe. I could barely think straight. And his voice… shivers ran down my spine. 

“Damn,” was all I could say. 

Spencer chuckled in amusement, but the sound of his laugh was toned down by the mask covering his mouth. I had no idea why the outfit turned me on more than I could explain to myself, but it did - and I was glad we had no parties to attend that night, because I wouldn’t have let him leave his house.

There was something inexplicably exciting in not seeing his face, but allowing him to touch me as he pleased. 

I had every right to drag him back into his bedroom and use him for my own pleasure, finally making my fantasy come true - and also put an end to my miserable desire for my boyfriend. 

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Spencer asked again.

I whined, staring at him. “Why, do you want to ask me out on a date?”

Though I could not see Spencer’s face, I knew that he was smirking. He was enjoying this probably as much as I was, which made me happy. 

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

I took another step back to admire every inch of my boyfriend and sighed. I covered my mouth with a hand when Spencer leaned on the doorstep of our bathroom.

“You never told me your name.”

He didn’t move from where he was standing, but I was squirming either way. Spencer hadn’t laid a finger on me yet, but I was ready to jump on him at any minute. 

“Why do you wanna know my name?”

“I wanna know who I’m looking at.”

Spencer opened his arms so that I could look at every detail, but before I could say anything to him he grabbed me by the waist. He pulled me closer to his body and I gasped, pressing both my hands on his chest.

I was sure that my eyes were in the shape of hearts. I had never felt this turned on before in my life, not even during our first time together and the first time we slept in the same bed - which led us to fuck on basically every surface of his bedroom.  

“You look like you’ve seen a Ghost.”

I brought both my hands on his chest, grasping his shirt. I was positive my eyes were shining, staring at my boyfriend like a starved woman in front of a delicious buffet. After all, Spencer looked like a snack and I was craving something sweet. 

“You’re so fucking hot.”

Spencer leaned closer to me and I struggled to look at him, or at the mask. His hands moved from my waist up to my neck, forcing me to keep my eyes on him the whole time. I hated that I couldn’t really see him, but that turned me on either way. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand your obsession with this mask but if it turns you on this much” Spencer dug his fingers into my waist, “I will wear it every night.”

I slid my hands up his chest, tugging on the black tight shirt. “I could eat you.”

“That’s my job, darling. Let me eat you.”

And who was I to deny such a thing?

Spencer helped me to lay down on the bed with my hips on the edge of it, trembling with anticipation. It didn’t take long for him to spread my legs with his large hands, admiring the already wet spot on my panties. 

“Already wet?”

Despite his face being hidden by the mask, I could feel the smug grin just forming on those damned plump lips. 

“Shut up.”

Spencer ran his hands all over my thighs, dragging my panties down my legs. He threw them somewhere and quickly brought his thumb over my clit, massaging it so slowly that it almost made me cry. Spencer knew how much I hated teasing, but he loved it so much - probably more than sex itself. 

“My sweet girl. Shouldn’t you be scared of me?”

A part of me wished I could be able to see his face, but the irrational part of me thought the mask was incredibly hot. I didn’t know what part of my brain was attracted to it, especially if it was worn by my FBI boyfriend, but still - I was thankful that Spencer brought my fantasy to life.

“Fuck, just finger me. Please?”

Spencer hummed, teasing my entrance with his finger. “Should I?”

“I’ll be good for you. Please?”

I whined under his ministrations, following the rhythm of his hand as soon as his index finger slipped deep inside of me. I knew Spencer could never deny me anything and him wearing that fucking mask was the proof of it. 

The squelching sound of my wetness against Spencer’s palm made me shiver as I gripped the bedsheets underneath me. His finger brushed against my sweet point and I found myself gasping for hair when Spencer’s other hand pressed down on my throat. 

I was caged between his slim body and the soft mattress underneath me, spiralling in warm pleasure that washed over me. My toes curled and I felt myself drifting off to that state that I craved each time I was underneath my boyfriend’s body. 

Spencer was staring down at me, I could feel it even though I couldn’t see it. He squeezed my throat again with his fingers, digging them into my skin - I was going to have bruises the next morning, but did I truly care? 

“Always such a good girl for me. Look at you.”

Spencer’s condescending tone made me clench around his finger and he quickly added another one, stretching me out gently as my wetness coated him. The more he squeezed my throat, the more I could feel my soul disappearing from my body and the pleasure taking control of every inch of me. 

My knuckles were white and my whole body was tensing underneath Spencer’s, his fingers working in and out of me at a quick pace that rendered me breathless. His hand was still pressing down on my throat. 

It was difficult to explain the state of peace I felt myself drifting off to, but I felt like I was floating above air. The white clouds caressing my skin ever so gently while my body was carried far away. The lack of oxygen made it easy for Spencer to gain control of me, my body and every sensation that he brought me with his fingers inside of me and his thumb on my clit. 

“You wanna come for me, my special girl?”

His voice was loud and clear in my ears, but I could not find the strength or the will to answer him. I just stared at him with my eyes wide open, gripping his forearm to release some of the tension that I felt building within my body. 

“The last time you were this turned on, was when you saw me shooting with my gun. Should I pull that out?”

My whole body was trembling as his fingers quickened their pace inside of me, making a mess all over the bedsheets - I could feel my own wetness and Spencer’s saliva dripped down between my thighs. 

“Spencer, p-please.”

Spencer didn’t waste any time in cooing at me. I knew that if I ripped that mask away at that specific moment I would’ve found a sly smirk on his lips - and God, did that fucking turn me on. 

“You can’t speak, my special girl? Too stupid to think right? To even speak right?”

When he pulled his fingers out of my wet cunt and removed his hand from my throat, I gasped for air and stared at the ceiling with a shocked look on my face. I was not expecting him to remove all the sources of pleasure at once, but somehow it turned me on even more. 

I knew what was about to come. 

Spencer’s leather belt came undone quickly as he adjusted the mask on his face.

“I need to be inside you. Now.”

Spencer didn’t need to announce what he was about to do to me because I knew it; I had a feeling that everything was turning him on too much, I could feel it in his hands and the way his grip was so firm on my thighs. It felt like Spencer was trying to anchor me to a moment, to a feeling, to the promise of giving me an amount of pleasure that would keep me satisfied the whole night.

“Please,” was all I could whisper.

Spencer grabbed my forearm, forcing me to sit up for a moment. My head was spinning so hard I barely registered my shirt being removed as Spencer left me completely naked in front of him. He was still all dressed up, despite his shirt being slightly crumpled. 

I didn’t know why, but knowing that he was still dressed while I was naked made me even more desperate for the man in front of me. And Spencer knew it as he pushed me down on the bed again. 

He grabbed my ankles and dragged me closer to the edge again, while he pushed his breeches down enough to free his waist. 

“So desperate for me, aren’t you?”

I whined, not really in the mood for more teasing. “You have no idea.”

“I’ll take good care of you now, my special girl.”

I closed my eyes and reclined my head back, waiting for Spencer to just end my misery and give me exactly what I was aching for. My thighs were trembling, my lips were quivering and my heart was beating so hard against my ribcage - if we were silent, I would’ve heard it echo through the walls of our bedroom. 

And then, a second later, I felt Spencer’s cock teasing my entrance. I gasped at the delicious feeling, immediately looking at my boyfriend - that fucking mask was preventing me from seeing his pretty face, but didn’t it look fucking perfect on him. 

“Just fuck me, Spence. Please!”

I supposed Spencer didn’t like the tone I used as I spoke to him, because he leaned on top of me and grabbed a handful of my hair. He pulled on it so hard that it brought tears to my eyes, but I wouldn’t have changed it for anything in the world - it felt deliciously good. 

Spencer must’ve noticed the tears. 

“Oh, are you crying?” he asked, his voice dangerously sweet, “I’ll give you something to cry about.”

Spencer tightened his grip on my hair and tugged on it again, forcing me to get up from the bed. He was controlling me through the painful grip he had on my hair and I swore I had never felt his fingers keeping me close to him so harshly before. I didn’t know if the mask had switched something inside of him, but I did not complain once. 

The fine line between pain and pleasure was subtle, and Spencer was allowing me to ride it. 

Spencer used his free hand to bend me over the bed without laying on it, while the other was still tangled in my hair. I had no idea what Spencer had in mind, but I was ready to follow him through everything - hoping that he would just fuck me at someone point. 

“You’re dripping. Are you enjoying what I’m doing to you, my special girl?”

His voice was so fucking hot.

I nodded my head, hissing when he pulled my hair again. “Yes. Always.”

Spencer moved his free hand down between my thighs, slowly bending over with his chest pressed to my back, and found my entrance again. He slowly sunk his ring and middle finger inside of me, not finding any resistance, and started fucking me again. 

I wanted his cock inside of me, not his fingers, but I remained quiet. 

Struggling to breathe and with my thighs trembling, I moaned his name and leaned my head on the soft pillow on top of the bed. His fingers disappeared inside of me as my wetness coated his palm, dripping onto the bed sheets.

“My special girl,” he pressed open-mouthed kisses all over my naked back, “Am I making you feel good? You like my fingers fucking your aching cunt?”

I saw stars when I heard him speak in such a dirty way and my body reacted as I clenched around his fingers. Spencer must’ve felt it because he chuckled, the sound of his amused laugh muffled by the mask - I was tempted to just take it off and throw it away.

“Please…”

My brain was dizzy, I could not form a coherent thought. All I could think about was just Spencer fucking me with his fingers, with his cock, his hands all over me, bruises and bites decorating my skin. 

I was desperate.

Spencer couldn’t care any less, though. He enjoyed the loudness of my moans, the way my body trembled each time his fingers bottomed out, the squelching sound of his palm against my weeping cunt. 

Spencer curled his fingers, pressing his digits on that spongy spot inside of me, and I found myself almost crying from the amount of pleasure my body was forced to experience. My legs were on the verge of giving out and my hands gripped the bed sheets so hard my knuckles became white. 

Still fucking me with his fingers, Spencer took off the mask and threw it somewhere - I saw it flying on the ground and I almost laughed. Spencer bit the skin between my shoulder blades - one of my favourite places he’d bite. The sharp pain radiated through my body immediately and I whined his name, pushing my hips back to reach his.

“Spence… please.”

His cock pressed against my thigh, but his fingers were relentless. All I could think about was the stabbing pleasure that his cock would’ve brought to me - how wet I was for the man behind me, how desperate I was to feel his balls slap against my buttocks each time he thrusted into me. I was out of my fucking mind with neediness and Spencer was basking in it. 

“Do you want my cock, my sweet girl?”

I nodded my head, my tongue felt heavy in my mouth. The pleasure was building slowly but steadily in the pits of my stomach, my trembling thighs an obvious sign of that. 

“You can have it, then.”

Spencer removed his fingers all at once and I groaned, disappointed but not surprised. His cock rested heavy on my inner thigh before he dragged it through my wet folds, coating it. I knew that he was admiring the sight and how much I was squirming because of him - Spencer was a sucker for my devotion and my obsession for him. 

“Give it to me. Please?” I begged

Spencer cooed, biting the back of my neck again. “Want it all inside of you? Want me to paint your walls with my cum?”

I nodded with my eyes closed, feeling tears of frustration pricking at each side. “Yes. Yes, yes.”

Spencer tapped the tip of his cock against my clit, then teased my entrance with it. He slipped in for a single second and I thought my whole world exploded. The pleasure flashed behind my eyes, but disappeared as soon as Spencer pulled away. 

My hands were twisting the sheets. “Fuck!”

Behind me, Spencer laughed at my pathetic complaint. It wasn’t a fun laugh, it wasn’t a cute laugh. No, it was a cruel laugh that reverberated through every inch of my body and turned me on more than it should have. Spencer sounded exactly like Ghostface, if it even made sense. 

“So desperate,” Spencer whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe, “Such a whore for my cock.”

I protested again with another whine and Spencer pushed his cock inside of me again, but removed it as soon as I wiggled against him. Each time I would move, he’d pull out - and that made my heart tremble in my chest. He was teasing me so cruelly, without a care - but I didn’t blame him. 

Spencer put on a mask for me. I deserved to be tortured a little.

“Oh, stop crying,” Spencer grabbed my hair again, pulling it hard, “I fuck you every chance I get, you’re not going to die if I don’t fuck you now.”

Actually, he was wrong - I was a hundred percent positive that I was going to die if Spencer wasn’t going to fuck me rough, hard and fast in less than five minutes. I wanted to answer him, to beg him again but the tone he used did not admit any talk back. 

I stayed quiet, simply wiggling my hips in order that he’d just give in to his own desire. 

“Good, be quiet for me and I’ll give you my cock.”

Spencer used his free hand to caress my waist, dragging his fingers over the curves of my buttocks. His other hand was still gripping my hair, but slowly loosened his grip until he brought both hands on my hips. 

And when he finally pushed his cock inside of me, meeting no resistance, he started to rock his hips at a painfully slow pace. I didn’t know if Spencer wanted me to die at that moment, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of having me cry because of him - despite the hot tears streaming down my face. 

“That’s my sweet girl. Your cunt feels so fucking good.”

I clung to the bed sheets with both hands, trying to meet his hips but Spencer stopped me. He didn’t say anything; instead, he enjoyed the way my body sucked him in so fucking good that his soft whimpers echoed through the walls of our room. I knew that Spencer loved to watch how my body reacted to his touch, to his painfully slow thrusts and I let him - there was nothing better than knowing he was turned on because of my body.

“Please, please, please.”

No other word came out of my mouth. 

Spencer started thrusting into me slightly faster, but not fast enough to make me come. It was a slow torture that I knew he was basking in - and what made it even more frustrating for me was the light slaps that he gave to my buttocks.

“Feels so good, sweet girl.”

Spencer muttered to me, caressing my buttocks before slapping both with his palms. Over and over, I could feel my skin become hotter and I wiggled away each time he struck me - it hurt, but I enjoyed it far more than I should have. 

When I felt myself losing the train of thoughts running through my mind, Spencer reminded me that he could read me like a book and he picked up the pace of his thrusts. I barely had the time to fix the position I was in because Spencer started to pound into me harder and harder. His balls were slapping against my buttocks and his hands were digging into my skin, leaving bruises that I would admire for the next few days. 

“Take me so fucking well. So proud of you, sweet girl.”

My knees were sore as they scraped against the bed sheets, but I wasn’t going to complain. I kept my mouth shut and leaned my forehead on the pillow, stretching my back with my arms gripping the headboard of our bed.

Spencer moaned at the sight and his thrusts became even harsher. I knew he was desperately close, I could feel it in the tension of his chest pressed to my back and the quick gasps that fell from his lips. 

“Wanna cum?” he taunted me. 

I nodded, my lips twitching into a smirk. “Yes, please. Make me come, please.”

Spencer seemed determined to make me cum first, his left hand still dinging into the soft skin of my waist. His right hand moved between my thighs and his thumb pressed over my clit, eliciting a long unexpected moan. 

“Show me how good I’m making you feel, sweet girl,” Spencer whispered in my ear, his voice low, “Cum on my cock like the whore that I know you are.”

My toes were curling, the pleasure becoming intolerable. Every inch of my body trembled because of his ministrations; I was a puppet in his skilled fingers and Spencer knew it, as he finally pushed me off the edge of my desire. 

With his left hand Spencer pushed my head into the mattress, cutting off the air supply as he buried his cock deep inside of me - I felt him breaching my cervix and it hurt, but Gods. 

I did not want Spencer to stop. 

I needed that pleasure to keep coming in waves through me as it exploded over and over again. I had no idea if I was breathing, I had no idea if I had died and went straight to Hell. 

Spencer groaned in my ear, a sound that I wish I could’ve recorded, and I felt his warmth fill me up deeply. More tears fell from my eyes as I struggled to lift my head up, exhausted and trembling like a leaf in the middle of a storm. I did not expect to have an orgasm so earth-shattering.  And I did not expect Spencer to take off the mask like that, with a disrupting anger that did not belong to him. It was endearing and incredibly hot. 

I collapsed onto the bed with Spencer’s body on top of mine, his lips peppering my back with light kisses. 

“Sorry about the mask.”

I hissed when he pulled out of me, the sudden loss stinging. “Fuck the mask.”

Spencer chuckled at my response. “But I thought you loved it.”

“Oh, I do,” I replied, rolling on my back, “But I love seeing your face way more.”

He got off the bed and went straight to the bathroom, bringing me a warm washcloth so that he could clean himself off me and then himself. I was too weak to move and my thighs were still trembling - I wouldn’t have been able to walk to the bathroom without waddling. 

“Right, so I should keep the mask on in the beginning and then take it off.”

I nodded my head, sitting up on the bed. “That’s a good compromise. Next Halloween I’ll bring one of your fantasies to life. Deal?”

Spencer scratched his chin with his fingers, humming. “I’m not really sure if I want to fuck a character from a movie or a book, though.”

“Okay, then I’ll dress up like myself.”

He chuckled, laying back down beside me. “Oh, that I love.”

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teetering on the edge of "is this even sky anymore",

a ghostly train conductor and a runaway coven witch

[nohva]

Zoro drunkenly (or while tipsy) confesses his love to Sanji one night but, in the same breath, tells him it’s okay—he knows Sanji is straight and is fine with them remaining "only" crewmates, he just had to get these feelings out of his system. And Sanji is overwhelmed because ???? Where is this even coming from? Why is the mosshead suddenly saying these things? This isn’t how their relationship is supposed to work. They don’t do the whole talking thing, especially not about serious topics?? When they have emotions to work through they fight each other, maybe throw in an insult or two. But this? This is unfamiliar territory for Sanji, so he’s really not sure how to react, much less respond.

So he doesn’t; he just stares at Zoro, his mouth opening and closing. Zoro takes that as his sign, gets up from the stairs he’d been sitting on, and leaves for the sleeping quarters. It is quite late, after all.

The next morning while preparing breakfast Sanji is oh so tense. He’s still mostly confused because there’s just no way the green-haired brute could harbor any such feelings toward another human being—least of all him—could he? And what if this does change things? Zoro said it wouldn’t, but who's to say?

And Zoro acts like nothing ever happened, he's just the same old moss ball that drinks too much Sake and takes way too many naps during the day and Sanji is so confused and he's getting angry now, because how can he act so nonchalant while the cook is over here losing his god damn mind over this? Does Zoro maybe not remember confessing? Had he been that drunk?

And obviously Zoro DOES remember, and he's NOT calm at all. He's freaking out internally every time he and Sanji are in the same room, but he'd rather lose his remaining eye than have anyone notice. So he does his best to play it cool. And yeah, maybe he takes a nap or two more than usual, and maybe he spends even more time working out in the crow's nest than is strictly necessary, but that is nobody’s business but his own, isn’t it?

Bla bla bla cue Sanji questioning the universe and his existence, freaking out over his sexuality, sloooowly coming to terms with it and then freaking out again about telling Zoro and what it means for the crew dynamic etc etc.

Also Robin being somewhere in the background of the story, smiling to herself, sipping on her tea, because of course she knows something is up, and she has a pretty good idea of what it is about, even if she doesn’t know the whole story, because she knows pretty much everything that’s going on on the sunny, cause she’s the responsible older sister™️.

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I have never attempted to write anything before, not even a rough draft like this, but Zosan has been living in my head rent free for the past few months now, and once the idea for a possible plot popped up in my mind I absolutely needed to note it down. Oh well, I hope I am not embarrassing myself too much by posting this.

Anyways, this is the most I can offer due to a lack of actual literary skills, but I still hope you enjoyed!

The obligatory English isn’t my first language speech: please excuse any spelling and grammar mistakes, I tried my best, I swear!

[cherubfae]

run baby run {lads x reader}

Surely monsters of myths and folklore don't exist, do they...?

|| CHERUBFAE'S HALLOWEEN SPECIAL 2024 ||

tags: nsfw, smut, fem!reader, implied!plus sized reader (as a treat), Wanderer!Sylus, siren!Rafayel, werewolf!Zayne, kitsune!Xavier, predator/prey dynamics, breeding, ruts, monster fucking, porn with some plot, almost drowning (raf's)

a/n: this got away from me a little bit. I've been writing longer fics pretty much non-stop over these last two days and I'm in need of a little break once Halloween is over. I decided to try to take on too much with not much time before Halloween. it may not be the most cohesive, but I hope you can enjoy it! last fic is tomorrow!

Zayne

No, no, no, no. This wasn't right. This wasn't... He was supposed to be helping people. Not... Hazel-green eyes stared down at the lupine reflection, his face, along the river's surface; his maw dripping with warm, crimson blood. He let out a shuddering, mournful scream. But in this form, it echoed as a fierce howl. All he could do was run and run and run.

Zayne ran as fast as he could, massive paws thundering through the soft dirt. Something sweet and inviting calls to his hypersensitive nose, making him still and sniff again. Instantly, he takes off in the direction of the scent, quietly approaching a river. His eyes narrowed, like a vicious beast glinting in the shadows, as he neared your barely covered form as you bathed. The sight of you, his mate, was enough to calm his inner turmoil. He became weightless, his eyes fluttering as he lays his sight on you. His everything.

"It's dangerous to be out here in such a state and alone no less." He feels a slight sadistic satisfaction at your jolt, relaxing when you realize its him. His eyes follow the movement of your breasts, raking over the swell of them and how your nipples poke through the gaps of your fingers. "A beast might try to come stake his claim over you..." Zayne shifted back, his human form naked, skin stretched taught over fine muscle. His cock, heavy and long, throbbed between two powerful legs. "Why do you look at me so lovingly when you know what I have become?"

"Because it is still you, Zayne. The goodness in your heart. You are not the wolf that takes over." You stand, removing your shift and baring yourself to him once more. "No matter what form you take, I will love you always."

Zayne loosed a shuddering breath and he's hovering over you in an instant. There would be time to think of the consequences to his actions later. For now, while he still remained free, he needed you. He needed you more than the sun loves the moon. His mouth hot against your lips, swiftly picking you up and raking his hands possessively down your backside; gripping handfuls of your supple rear in his large palms.

"How lucky of a creature I am to have such a devoted and loyal mate." Zayne murmurs, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. "I must worship you properly, hmm?"

Laying you down on the soft grass, Zayne enters you slowly. His cock, long and thick, stretches you out in the best of ways, hitting spots you could never reach with your fingers. Every inch of him is warm and throbbing, his hips rutting into you, his teeth gently nipping along your throat. "If you keep moaning so loudly, darling, others are gonna try to come and take you from me." Zayne silences you with a kiss, sliding his fingers down to caress your nub. "Better keep quiet then, hmm? Unless you want the whole of Linkon to know you're being bred by a werewolf?"

Zayne snarls as his hips pound at your ass, reaching an arm under you to pin you to him, your legs dangling off the ground slightly. "That's it, love... Take everything I'm giving you. Take it all..."

Rafayel

The water is cold, and your body is heavy. Your legs that had been rapidly kicking and treading water, slowed as your muscles burned with overexertion. The salty water made it hard to see. You doubted your crew mates cared you went overboard, left to be food for the sirens and whatever else lingered in the dark waters. Faintly, you heard the hauntingly beautiful singing; the song felt sad. The same that had accidentally sent you over, eager to hear it better you neared too close to the edge of the ship.

You were so tired; you weren't sure if you had it in you anymore. As you drift like a weightless cipher, your mind fading to the back, barely recognizing two strong, warm arms tugging you through the stormy, twisting tidal waves.

"Are you with me?" Fingers snap near your ear as you come to. Blinking at the low light, you faintly make out the blurred shape of a topless male hovering over you. "You were bleeding. I've staunched the wound. I thought humans were supposed to be at the top of the food chain. Why were you swimming during the start of a tsunami?"

Tsunami?! Your head snapped up, instincts kicking in to take shelter. Then you realized. You were already under the water. You were breathing under the water. Turning to look at your savior, it was then you realized the blue and magenta scales of a long tail laying lazily behind him. He scoffs, rolling his eyes with annoyance.

"Great. Just great. A human girl ruining my brooding time. Better be grateful I saved you. I won't do that for just anyone." The purple-haired male crossed his arms over his chest. He had interesting markings and jewels and scales marking his upper body and his face. "My name is Rafayel. Are you done staring or are you so stunned by my beauty? You look like a guppy with your mouth opening and closing like that." He gripped your cheeks, squeezing them together until your lips puckered out. Rafayel frowned. "You have a fever. Wait here, I'll gather ingredients for a salve."

You could only watch wide-eyed and weak as Rafayel beautifully dived into the small wave pool, his tail fins waving as he disappeared into the depths.

Over the next few weeks, Rafayel nurses you back to full health. You've grown immensely fond of this sassy merman. He was unlike anyone you ever met and it was clear he enjoyed the attention. Today, he was teaching you about Lemurians and how they differed from humans.

"These scales are beautiful. Especially with how they catch the sunlight." You admire, running your hand over the shimmering scales of his tail, feeling the strong muscle flexing beneath your palm. Leaning back in the warm sand, you and Rafayel rest your lower halves in the gentle waves.

Rafayel swallowed thickly. "I'm glad you like them..." His eyes widen as your hands curiously wander down his tail, getting too close to his slit. He catches your hand before you can touch him, making you jump. "That's a dangerous place to touch. You are only allowed to touch me there. No one else, little human." You met his eyes, drifting back to the opening, noting how clear slick began to drip from the slight opening. Then, it clicked where you were touching.

Emboldened, you look at him. "May I?" Rafayel looked like he was going to pass out and it wasn't from heatstroke. He nodded, his body like jelly as he guides your hand to his slit, gasping as you tenderly caress his puffy lips, coaxing forth two ridged pale purple cocks, dripping with precum the color of moonstone. Nearly the same color as his hair, his twin tips were pink, fading into a dark purple at the base.

"Well then, won't you thank me properly for saving your life?" His hand curled over the back of your neck and guided you down to his waiting, leaky cocks; both begging desperately for your attention. "Gods, I have never believed in Heaven but your mouth just may be it..."

Xavier

"Oof!.. What?" You look down to see what you tripped on, eyes widening as you take in the sight of several bushy grey-blond foxlike tails splayed beneath you. Reaching down to touch you them, you gasp as a clawed hand grips your wrist tight.

A sleepy voice grumbled behind you, an arm circles your waist and tugged you back into a warm chest. "You disturbed my sleep... That's rude." In a swirl of magic, Xavier pulled you onto his lap, his chest pressing to your back.

Twin grey ears twitch atop Xavier's head, the point of a fang peeks out from beneath his top lip as he stares unimpressed. "And it's rude to stare. Doesn't my star know any manners?" Xavier growled, leaning close to nip at your lips.

His warm, wide tongue flattens over your pulse point, licking a stripe up your skin. "It's been a while since I've been graced by a scent so sweet... I have never had the chance to act upon it. Will you indulge me, sweet maiden?" Xavier bowed his head over your shoulder, his fangs pricking your skin.

His hot cock slides between your clothed folds, soaking your underwear in his sticky pre. Your dress bunched together in his clawed grasp. Xavier makes no attempts to enter, just happy sliding himself against the thin cotton of your underwear, seemingly content with cumming over them instead of inside. He yanks your underwear taught, moaning as his wet head slipped against the rough fabric. Your panties practically translucent from your combined juices. Bucking your hips, you whine for more. "Oh, are you in a rush? We have all night, don't we? Why so eager to rush to the finale-- are you that desperate to have me fill you with my kits?"

Sylus

All you could see were two glowing red eyes within the shadowy tree line. They were impossibly high off the ground, meaning the creature who owned those eyes had to be at least seven to eight feet tall. A tremoring growl echoed as the creature breaches the darkness and towers over you, sniffing at the air.

"What a bold little rabbit to trample into the lion's den so willingly-- and during his rut no less." The beast-man circles you, large horns protruding from his head and curl backwards. Great, black wings are furled at his back. His skin is two-toned, half pale white and half-sleek and black as night. You couldn't quite tell what he was, too much like a chimera, his most dominant features resembled the visages of a crow and a dragon.

"Cheeky, cheeky..." He stepped fully into the light of the full moon. His form was massive and his horns only added to his already imposing height and build. Sylus circles you like cornered prey, his cock heavy and pulsating between his thighs. Lowering himself down to his knees, he tilts your chin up. "Tell me, sweetie. Have you ever been with an untamed beast like me?"

The grass was soft beneath your fingertips, curling them into the dirt as Sylus ruts into you with fervor. His heavy balls smack against your ass, one large, clawed hand covers yours, threading your fingers together. He took you like a lover; reverently, worshipping, like he never wanted to leave.

"If you want to scream for me, go ahead and scream. Let the whole forest know how good I make you feel. From this day forward, I will court you as my mate. You will never want for nothing again, sweetie."

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[elllisaaa]

BE YOUR LOVE - C. SOOBIN

KINKTOBER DAY 17 - ROUGH + LOUD SEX

SUMMARY : it has not been long since you started dating soobin, and every intimate moment you had until then has been cut short. frustration starts to grow on the two of you and when he finally has the opportunity to have you all to himself, soobin doesn't hold back.

-> pairing : bf!soobin x fem!reader

-> words count : 2.6k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : dirty talk, rough & loud sex (obviously), body worhsip, praising, nipple play, marking, dry humping, size kink, protected sex, use of 'bunny'

+ the way i'm depicting soobin does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | txt masterlist | kinktober 2024

What you loved the most about your boyfriend was how sweet and caring he was. Even when he was still only your friend, Soobin always made sure that you were comfortable, that you had everything you needed, that you were alright. And now that he got promoted, he was even more attentive to your every need. It was cute, and you felt so loved you didn’t understand what you did to deserve someone like him. Even if it had not been that long since the both of you upgraded your relationship from friends to lovers, you lived a dream. 

Well, except one thing maybe. You loved your friends, you really did, and you were glad that they were so cool about your relationship with Soobin. But sometimes, they were a little too cool about it. They were used to the dynamic you and your boyfriend had as friends, but they were not quite used to seeing the two of you kiss, or hold hands, or cuddle like the couple you were. And if it was only that, you would’ve honestly not cared. But it went further. 

They simply didn’t acknowledged that sometimes, when you came over to see Soobin, the both of you just wanted to be left alone for more than five minutes, that you just wanted to see each other without being interrupted every once in a while to know if you wanted to do this or that, or that Beomgyu got his ass beaten by Kai at Mario Kart. You loved your friends, but sometimes you just wanted Soobin all to yourself. 

And this situation was starting to get on your nerves, but it seemed like Soobin stayed cool about it all. Of course, you knew it annoyed him too, but he didn’t show it as much as you did. Even when the guys caught you heavily making out on the couch when they were supposed to be out for the whole day, Soobin stayed calm and simply led you to his room so you could watch a movie and take a nap. Even when things were about to get heated and Yeonjun came home, drunk, and that you both had to take care of him, Soobin didn’t lose his cool. So much that you started to think he was relieved that things hadn’t got any further between the two of you yet. 

“- You’re crazy if you think I don’t want you bunny. You don't know how hard it is for me to not lose my mind when you look like this every day.”

His cheeks were burning as he said this, but it was true, and he couldn’t let you believe that he wasn’t attracted to you when all he craved was a taste of your pussy and a glimpse of your bare skin. You blushed too at his admission, but your heart beat faster as Soobin’s eyes raked over your figure, his gaze intense and filled with lust as he looked back into your eyes. 

“- I want you so bad Y/N, and it drives me mad everytime I can’t have you.”

You cupped his face in your hands, pressing your body against his as Soobin wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him under the sheets, his eyes flickering down to your moving lips.

“- Well, you can have me now.”

Soobin didn’t need you to repeat it twice as he dived in to kiss you passionately. Still, his hands on you were soft, his touch light as he climbed on top of you and deepened the kiss. Everything was slow and sensual, making you wet so easily at the thought that it was finally going to happen. You had dreamed about fucking with Soobin for a long time, even when you were still only friends, but you had decided to take things slow with your relationship. Hence why after four months, you hadn’t done much more than kissing and groping over each other's clothes. 

But today there was something in the air, something in the way Soobin whispered an “I love you” against your lips before kissing you again, something in the way he slipped his hands underneath your sweater to caress you more boldly that made you think you would get what you wanted. As Soobin explored the skin of your waist and tummy, your own hands went under his shirt to discover the smoothness of his back, and how easy it was to make shivers come alive on his skin. 

You smirked as Soobin gasped in your mouth when you started to trace his abs with your nails, but he quickly washed it off your face when his hands went up to your breasts, squeezing them in between his long fingers and making you moan too. Soobin took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, dancing skillfully with yours as you played with each other's body. You were not in a rush for anything this time, taking your time to trace every imperfections and curve of his skin while he couldn’t detach his hands from your body either. 

“- Can I take it off bunny ? I wanna see you.

- Only if you take it off too.

- Deal.”

You giggled while Soobin hurriedly got rid of his white shirt before he helped you get out of your sweater (that was in fact one of his). He seemed fascinated as he detailed your now naked chest, his hands timidly coming back to wrap around your boobs and groaning at the view. 

“- You’re so beautiful, so perfect.”

Your cheeks heated up to the compliment, and Soobin quickly swept you off your feet as he leaned down to kiss you again, quickly letting his mouth come down to discover how good the skin of your neck tasted too. His kisses got sloppier, sucking and licking at your skin as he played with your nipple and making you moan his name. You closed your eyes as you let the feeling sink in, loving how good he could make you feel with this only. 

“- Binnie… Let me touch you too, please.”

Soobin hummed against the skin of your neck, but he still sucked one more purple mark onto you before he detached himself and laid down on the bed instead of you. This time, you were the one who climbed up on top of him, only wearing your panties now, and you sat on his lap, his already hard cock pressing against your clothed core and making the both of you sigh. But you ignored it for now, because you wanted to worship your pretty boyfriend. 

“- You look so fucking good, I don’t think you understand how handsome you are.

- Bunny…

- Shh, let me make you feel good too, yeah ?”

Soobin nodded at you as you leaned down to kiss him quickly before you moved on to his neck just like he did a few moments ago. You sucked on his skin too, leaving some purple marks behind you too to match with the one covering your neck. At the same time, you let your hands roam over his toned chest, appreciating every low moan and sigh escaping your boyfriend’s lips. His own hands had come up to take a hold of your waist, he couldn’t keep his hands away from you for too long. 

“- Y/N… 

- Hm ?

- I need you.

- Need you too, need you so bod. You don’t know how many times I wish this could happen.”

You can’t talk for too long without feeling the need to plant another kiss on his lips, your tongue mingling with his in a sensual dance that left the both of you breathless. And when Soobin pressed you down on him and moaned against your mouth, you knew you couldn’t wait anymore. You started to roll your hips on top of him, the friction against your clit making you whine and rendering you blind and deaf to anything around you. That was probably why you didn’t hear Yeonjun and Kai come back home - even though they were supposed to spend the weekend away - and that was probably why you didn’t react right away when the older boy opened the door. 

“- Soobin, is Y/N with y-”

You looked up at Yeonjun in disbelief for a few seconds, and Soobin did the same before his instincts took over : he threw a blanket over your almost naked body to not let his friend see you like this and he threw a pillow at the boy who screamed loudly. 

“- Don’t you know how to knock on a fucking door !? Get out of here !

- Okay, okay, sorry !”

Yeonjun closed the door behind him and Soobin sighed as he ran his hands over his face, really fed up with being interrupted this time. He was that close to finally getting a taste of his pretty girlfriend, sweet pussy, and now he was getting cockblocked again. He looked at you, so cute with your red cheeks, your messy hair and your eyes still glistening with lust, wrapped in his blanket, and all he wanted to do was to devour you. 

“- Are you still in the mood bunny ?

- Well, yes, but the guys are home…”

Soobin grabbed your hand to pull you on top of him again, pulling you down on his lap in the exact same position as a few minutes before. And you couldn’t deny it, the hint of something darker in his gaze as he checked you out, detailed your body, made your stomach twist. 

“- I don’t care if they’re home. I just want to have you. Let me fuck you bunny, let them hear how real our couple is.”

You wanted to laugh at his sudden possessiveness, but Soobin was serious, so you just nodded at him, whispering “okay” against his lips. He didn’t know if it was the fact that you had been interrupted one too many times by your friends, or that Yeonjun had seen you almost naked and that he didn’t liked the way he looked at you, or that he was just thinking with his dick, but Soobin needed to be inside you, he needed to ruin you and to make you scream loud enough for everyone in the apartment to hear, for the neighbors to fill up a noise complaint tomorrow. 

“- I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t remember your own name bunny.”

His promise didn’t fall on deaf ears, but you still squealed when Soobin easily inverted your positions - laying you down on the bed instead. In the span of a few seconds, your panties were out of the equation, and so were his sweatpants and underwear. Your eyes were glued to his impressive size, and even if you knew, even if Soobin had warned you, you couldn’t help your reaction when you saw him roll the condom on his length. 

“- What ? 

- Nothing. Just didn’t think you were that big.”

The compliment made your shy boyfriend come back to life, and not that sort of sex demon that seemed to have possessed him, but as soon as he placed himself at your entrance and that you pleaded for him to fill you up, it disappeared again. Even just his tip seemed big, and you whined for more so easily it was making it hard for him to hold back. 

“- You already feel so tight… You’re gonna make me lose my mind.

- Please, Soobin… Just fuck me like you mean it, I need you.”

That was all he needed to push his whole cock into you without a warning, making you moan loudly even if you had slapped one of your hands against your mouth to try and suppress your noises. But Soobin struggled to hold back his own sounds, the way you were clenching down around him making him feel in heaven already. 

“- Tell me what you want bunny, tell me how rough I can be because I don’t want to hurt you but you’re making it difficult.”

The slow rocking of his hips seemed controlled, but you could feel by the way he was gripping on your waist tightly that he was holding back as much as he could, that he was really trying to stay the same caring and sweet Soobin for your first time. But the way he was hovering over you, and the way his big cock was burshing against your cervix so easily, and the way his hands looked so big on you - all of that made you want to be ruined by him so bad.

“- D-Don’t hold back, please fuck me hard…

- Shit… You’re gonna be the death of me…”

These were the last words you fully registered coming out of his mouth before you partially blacked out. Soobin’s thrusts shifted from slow and sensual, to deep and powerful. The bed was moving and hitting the wall to the rhythm of his hips, but your moans were just as loud, your brain having disconnected and forgotten about the fact that Yeonjun and Kai were still living there. No, that was thinking material for later, now you could only feel the way Soobin was filling you up, the way Soobin hit your sweet spot with each one of his thrusts. 

And Soobin knew he should have stayed level-headed, knew that he should have waited until you were alone, knew that he probably should’ve been more careful and gentle for your first time together, but it was like he physically couldn’t. Every new whimper and moan from you only spurred him on, and every clench of your wet, velvety walls around him made him more addicted to your pussy. It was like everything that wasn’t you or that wasn’t him had disappeared, vanished into the hot air of his room. 

Soobin pushed one of your legs higher, until it could rest on his shoulder and allowed him to hit deeper inside of you, if that was even possible. The slight change of angle made the both of you moan in harmony, your hands flying to his sweaty shoulder to try and keep a grip on reality as Soobin increased the force of his thrusts. 

Everything around you was blurred, lava coursing through your body and heating you up from the inside every time your boyfriend pounded harder into you. You could feel yourself getting close already, but you couldn't even say a word, too far gone to know how to make a sentence anymore. Soobin detached his eyes from where his big cock was swallowed by your pretty cunt when you tugged on his hair, met with the most beautiful view ever - your face transformed by ecstasy, by the pleasure he was giving to you, and you were glowing from something that made him want to ruin you even more. 

“- Soobin… I’m…”

This was enough for him to understand that you were close, and he kept the same pace, adamant on hitting your sweet spot everytime he snapped his hips forward, adamant on hearing you scream his name again and again, adamant on everyone else hearing how good he fucked you. He let one of his hands get down to your clit, applying little pressure against your bundle of nerves, but just enough for your thighs to start trembling and for your moans to pick up again. Soobin watched you as you came on his cock, the feeling of you clenching down on him again enough to make him cum too. Soobin continued to thrust into you at a slow path, letting you come down off your high and riding out his orgasm. 

“- You think they will be mad ?

- Definitely, but it was worth it.”

The cheeky smirk on his lips made you want to hit him, but the way he was still lazily fucking you had your brain feeling all fuzzy again. You didn’t know what monster came over your boyfriend once it came to sex, but you loved it, and too bad for your friends because you had a lot to catch up with.

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[hyperblue]

not sure if anyone wants to hear this but tim and the clone baby are gonna be SO tragically codependent. it wouldn't even be on the same level as bruce's and dick's codependency it's going to be even WORSE

like the kid is literally the only thing that gets tim going at this point, not to mention abandonment issues that he probably projects like crazy. and this projection goes both ways, too, because on one hand, tim can't leave this child because he knows what it's like to be left, and he wouldn't want ANY child to ever go through this, especially own son/daughter; and on the other hand, as a result of creating this child, tim suddenly got the only (in his opinion) person who loves him unconditionally, with no strings attached, and who will always need him in some sort of way — and now that he has it he can't even think about losing it

and the baby, the baby grows up to be extremely clingy and dependent on tim, partially bc that's how tim raises them, but also because the older they get, the more their relationship with tim shift into "creator-creation" territory instead of a regular "parent-child" territory; especially if kon is more absent in the dynamic, bc it creates a lot of insecurities about the way they came into this world, ending on "dad created me, it was wrong, but dad created me and therefore dad is the only person who's capable of loving me, so i need him"

they're gonna need so much therapy

[the-winter-spider]

Invisible | Part one

Pairings: Bucky x reader AU

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: n/a, angst???

A/N: Been sitting in my docs for awhile! Based off Invisible by Taylor Swift - I have a couple parts ready to go not sure where i wanna take this but we'll see!

Part Two

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The city’s rhythm feels like a heartbeat, pulsing with the lives and stories of the people who live here. And for you, it’s not the towering buildings or bustling streets that make New York feel like home. It’s the people you share it with, the friends who’ve become your family, each with their own history and quirks, all somehow meshing together into this messy, beautiful dynamic you’d never trade for anything.

It started with Bucky. You met him on the playground when you were kids, both too stubborn to share the swing set. That was years ago, but you’ve been inseparable ever since. He’s been your constant, the friend who showed up at your house with snacks when you had a bad day, and the one who stayed up with you during endless nights of stargazing and silly conversations about what the future would hold.

When junior high rolled around, Steve joined your little duo. Steve, with his easy smile and that unwavering loyalty that made it impossible not to trust him. He fit right in, like he’d been meant to be part of your lives all along. Steve became the one to balance you and Bucky out — he was the one who kept the peace during your bickering, who had a shoulder to offer when one of you needed it. Steve quickly turned the two of you into an unbreakable trio.

Then came high school, and with it, Natasha. She was a transfer student, quiet and intimidating at first, with a sharp wit that kept everyone at arm’s length. But somehow, the three of you managed to break through that exterior. By senior year, she was as much a part of the group as you, Bucky, and Steve. Natasha’s the friend who knows everyone’s secrets, who has a knack for noticing things no one else does. She’s tough and unyielding, yet she’s also the one who brings you soup when you’re sick, who stays up late to talk through your problems — even when you don’t want to admit you have them.

College came, and your little circle expanded further. That’s when you met Sam. Sam was the life of the party, someone who could make anyone laugh and always knew the right thing to say. He was the friend you went to when you needed cheering up or a reality check, someone who wasn’t afraid to call you out when you needed it. With Sam came Wanda Maximoff, quiet but kind, with a gentle presence that somehow grounded everyone. She slipped into the group as if she’d always belonged there, the one who remembers little details and checks in on everyone. Wanda’s the friend who sits with you in silence when you’re upset, offering comfort without needing words.

You love them all — each one has carved out their own space in your life and heart. But then there’s Bucky.

Bucky is different. He’s been there the longest, woven into your memories and heart in a way that’s impossible to untangle. Somewhere along the line, he went from your best friend to something more, though he never seemed to notice. Bucky is everything you love and everything that frustrates you; he’s the guy who makes everyone around him feel like they’re the only person in the room, but he’s also the one who never stays attached to anyone for long.

He’s the smooth-talking charmer who flirts with every girl in sight, the perpetual bachelor who’s never been one for serious relationships. And while that should make it easier for you to keep your feelings hidden, it doesn’t. Because every time you see him with someone else, there’s a part of you that aches, wondering if he’ll ever look at you that way.

And yet, despite all the years and all the chances you’ve had to move on, you stay. Because Bucky is more than just a friend; he’s your home. You’re his confidant, the one who knows his secrets and his struggles, the one who’s always been there. It’s a role you wouldn’t give up for anything, even if it means watching him fall for everyone but you.

So, you keep your secret, tucked away behind the laughter and the years of memories. Because as much as it hurts sometimes, you’d rather have Bucky as your friend than risk losing him altogether.

The smell of pizza fills your tiny New York apartment as Steve brings in the last box from the kitchen, setting it down on the coffee table with a grin. “Alright, who’s ready to lose at Mario Kart?”

“You mean, who’s ready to lose to me,” Natasha chimes, grabbing a slice and settling on the couch, challenging smirk in place. “You all know I’m the reigning champion.”

“Oh, that’s cute,” Sam teases, snatching the controller out of her hands with a wink. “I’m about to wipe the floor with all of you.”

You laugh, wedged into the corner of the couch beside Bucky, who’s flipping through channels like he’s in his own world. “You’ll be singing a different tune once I lap you three times,” he says, voice casual, eyes on the screen.

“Talk all you want, Barnes,” you reply, nudging his shoulder, “but you’re not gonna win tonight.”

His eyes meet yours, that lazy, amused smile you know so well. “Bring it on, doll.”

Natasha elbows you, muttering, “You two better save the banter for the race, or I’m taking both of you out first round.”

Your friends’ laughter fills the room, echoing off the narrow walls that have seen a hundred nights like this, crowded with the people you’ve come to think of as family. Wanda arrives a few minutes later, holding a tray of cupcakes she’s decorated herself. “Special edition, fall flavors,” she announces proudly, setting them down in the kitchen. “Pumpkin spice, because I know how basic you all are.”

Steve scoffs but grabs one immediately. “Did you just call me basic?”

“Take it as a compliment,” she teases, leaning into Sam, who gives her a quick side-hug. “Means you have taste.”

In the middle of this, Bucky slings his arm across the back of the couch, close enough that his hand almost brushes your shoulder. You can feel the warmth radiating off him, feel the way your pulse picks up—things he’d never notice.

“Why don’t we just skip the race and go straight to the part where we talk about how I’m a hero and you’re all my loyal sidekicks?” Bucky quips, popping open a beer and flashing a grin that could melt steel.

“Oh, please,” you scoff, trying to ignore the way your heart flutters. “In what world do you get to be the hero?”

“In my world,” he replies with a wink, leaning in closer. You catch Natasha’s look over the rim of her drink, one eyebrow raised as if to say, See what I mean?

The hours pass like they always do, a blur of laughter, arguments over who cheated and who didn’t, Wanda’s cupcakes disappearing one by one, and Steve trying to prove he can actually beat Nat, despite his track record saying otherwise. It’s only when the clock hits midnight that everyone starts to wind down.

As they get ready to leave, Natasha gives you a long look. “See you tomorrow?” she asks, her tone casual but her eyes full of something else.

You nod, managing a smile as she heads out with the others, leaving just you and Bucky to pick up the empty cans and plates. He nudges you as he gathers them up. “Another night, another victory,” he says.

“You were lucky, Barnes,” you say, rolling your eyes.

And maybe he’ll notice one day—how much it means to you that he’s here, that you’re the one left cleaning up with him every time the night winds down. But for now, he just laughs, flashing that grin of his that you can never get out of your head.

Bucky laughs, shaking his head. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re jealous of my skills.”

“Skills?” you snort, tossing a pillow his way. “All I saw tonight was a lot of luck.”

He catches the pillow mid-air, grinning. “Keep telling yourself that. Maybe one day you’ll believe it.”

There’s a lull as you both continue gathering up cups and plates, the quiet feeling comfortable, familiar. Every late night ends like this: just the two of you, unwinding after hours of laughter and chaos. You’re stacking plates by the sink when he leans back against the counter, crossing his arms with that easy, relaxed posture he gets when it’s just the two of you.

“So, what do you think of Kate?” he asks, out of nowhere.

You freeze, not quite sure how to answer. She’s… fine. In fact, she’s more than fine. She’s exactly the kind of person who should be with Bucky—smart, confident, and with a wit sharp enough to keep up with him.

“She seemed nice,” you manage, “I only met her the one time near the end of summer break” avoiding his gaze. “Why?”

He shrugs, scratching the back of his neck, a little sheepish. “I dunno. We’ve been talking a bit, and she’s… I don’t know, different.”

Different. The word sits heavy in your stomach, weighted with the implication. You force a smile, willing yourself not to overthink it. “Different’s good, right?”

“Yeah, it is.” He nods, looking thoughtful in a way that makes your heart sink, because this—this is new. You’ve watched him brush off a hundred girls, seen him roll his eyes at the idea of commitment more times than you can count. But he’s not brushing Kate off, and that terrifies you.

“Well,” you say, keeping your tone light, “if you’re planning to bring her around, at least let me so I can order extra pizza because 3 large pizza’s arent enought with Steve around”

Bucky chuckles, ruffling your hair in that infuriatingly casual way he’s always done. “You’re the best doll, you know that?”

The words are simple, playful, but they pierce all the same, a reminder of just how invisible you are to him in that way. “Yeah,” you say, a little quieter, “I know.”

[yandere-daydreams]

i couldn’t read past suguru saving one of the less traditional virginities of yours for satoru…

got swept up with ass only for satoru.. pray that suguru doesn’t get your pregnant (he does) bcs the court will not be happy when the next heir is looking like the king’s advisor instead of the king (they’ll execute the ppl regardless tho i tink)

tw - afab!reader, non/con, LOTS of anal, and unbalanced power dynamics.

this ask inflicted me with the Rot unfortunately,,, no because imagine it,,,, even outside of the royalty au,,, just walk with me here i promise it'll be worth it,,,

satoru gets put on ass-only by suguru as a punishment. the justification doesn't make a difference. maybe he's been fucking you too often, leaving your pussy too sore for suguru to take his turn, or maybe suguru's just in a particularly malicious mood that day - the only thing that really matters is the fact that satoru is no longer able to engage with his favorite comfort object (your pussy) and is left with only a pale imitation to pass the time. he may whine that prep takes too long, that it's not fun if he can't feel you getting wetter and wetter around him, but he's never going to go against something suguru say and you're going to be the one who pays for it, even if you aren't technically the one being punished.

and satoru doesn't like it, at first. he hates having to remember to keep lube stocked, hates the way you cry and cry and cry as he stretches you open, but he gets used to it - even starts not mind, after a few days. sure, it's a pain, but it's kind of nice that you can't try to claw his eyes out while lying on your stomach, and even if he still misses his first love, it's kind of cute when your choked sobs turn to desperate whimpers, when you have to ask him to rub your clit because he's too caught up in the way your ass feels wrapped around him to get to it on his own. soon enough, he stops pestering suguru to lift his pussy-ban, and not long after that, suguru sees fit to stop denying your poor cunt attention, even though you've never dared to complain. still, satoru is having so much fun, and surely, there's no reason to stop him just because more than one part of you needs tending-to.

you'll just have to learn to live with receiving too very different kinds of love at the exact same time <3

[cranberrymoons]

I think one of the things I love most about the Buddie dynamic is that they're so crazy, whenever a fic does the thing where they go from having their first kiss to 'actually, we need to get married', i literally just nod my head and giggle because THATS WHAT THEYRE LIIIIKEEEE‼️‼️‼️ ON ALL LEVELS BUT BUREAUCRATICALLY THEY ARE WED

okay true because i do picture them literally not even dating yet and they are just sitting on the couch watching a movie and casually planning a vacation. eddie says something about how they have a bunch of banked up pto that they need to use before the end of the year and buck says oh true, maybe we should finally do that trip to disney like we've been talking about for a few years, and eddie's like yeah I guess, but do you think chris is too old for it now? will he think it's lame? and buck says I mean yeah he's for sure going to think it's lame, but he'll still have fun even if he pretends to hate it, and we can do a day or two at universal which he'll actually like. and then eddie's like right okay cool <3 and he pulls out his laptop and starts looking at flights and hotels and he's like sick! we can get a deal on this two room suite (which is designed for families traveling with kids/teens, it's a king bed for them and two doubles in the room for chris) and buck is like yay <3 wow you're so right that is a good price. and so they book it and take a family vacation to disney and they share a family suite (the three of them) and it's not until they get all the way home that they're like wait 🧍‍♂️

[bunrux]

🕷️HALLOWEEN ART CONTEST RESULTS!🕷️

Thank you all for the amazing artworks! We enjoyed looking through all of them during the Halloween Stream. If you didn't catch the stream you can watch it here along with everyone's amazing entries! Due to the amount of submission, we've decided to add more prizes! PRIZES: 1st Place: $100 USD or 1 Colored Fullbody 2nd Place: $25 USD or 1 Colored Halfbody 3rd Place: 1 Colored Chibi 4th Place: 1 Colored Headshot by @darkxsoulzyx

4th Place: LazyArtz11037 (twitter)

We love the colors and the moodlighting is done so well. The choice in costume is very clever with his scarf as the belt sash and his spooky hoodie <3

3rd Place: ShiSetsuna (twitter)

The coloring is beautiful along with some extremely unique design choices. Virux in red looks stunning and we especially love the pumpkin theme that was put on TV's tendrils and hoodie <3

2nd Place: @yayan-dmenace

We love the dynamic posing and forshortening of his body. The cat costume is super cute and the shading is very nicely done. One of the judges even said "This is phone wallpaper material." <3

1st Place: 0ld_bone (twitter)

This beetlejuice Virux is so creative! The coloring and shading between green and purple was so well done. And the costume design is so well put together. Very beautiful! <3

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[philyuri]

i think i only said this in tags but i genuinely think i cooked when i said that the hard launch DID happen — fifteen years ago, when neither of them knew just how many eyes would end up on them. people knew back then! a big reason why the phandom was so sure of their relationship is their tweets and formsprings and askfm questions! they were the most annoying couple you know in 2009!

when you compare this current era to 2009/2010 it starts to feel less like brand new territory and more like a return to an old way of interacting with the world at large. this is pure speculation on my part but i do think that, for d&p, a lot of the past year has been about accepting and loving not only the past 15 years and the audience/creator dynamic that developped for better and for worse, but also accepting that there is a REASON people knew about them, and that reason is that they told us. I keep going back to it but: did you miss the memo? we know you know. did you miss the memo?

the more i think about it the more "they act like they did hard launch without having actually done it" feels both more and less accurate. they ARE acting like they hard launched. becaue they're more than aware that, for all intents and purposes, they did. over a decade ago. it was the most fun they ever had!

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Scream For Me.

Serial Killer!Kate Bishop x fem!reader

Word count: 2.6K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, knife play, Overstim, Possesive, dark behaviors, blood/blood play, violence, toxic relationship dynamics, mentions of murder and death, non-con

Authors notes: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! We made it through kinktober everyone! Now I'm going to take a break for a bit unless inspo strikes!

“Are you excited for Tony's yearly Halloween bash?” Wanda asks excitedly, sitting next to you in the common area at your college. 

You smile at your best friend, “Of course I'm excited Wands! I've got a great outfit this year. Maybe I'll finally win his costume contest.”

Wanda chuckles and leans against the table, “Are you going to tell me what your costume is or…?” 

“Oh no you'll have to wait and see sweetheart.” You tell her as you start getting your things ready to leave for your next class.

“Will Kate be there?” she asks, looking up at you. 

“Of course she will be.” You smiled at the thought of your girlfriend. You loved her with all of your heart. Kate was a few years younger than Wanda and yourself. A freshman while the two of you were Juniors. 

The moment you met Kate you knew she was your other half. The two of you spent all the time you could together. 

“I'll see you there Wands, okay? I gotta get to this class. If I'm late one more time he's docking me a letter grade.” Wanda shakes her head at you.

“Go on, I'll see you and Kate there.” She says with a sly smile.

At the Halloween party, the atmosphere is vibrant but eerie, with everyone in costumes ranging from creepy to ridiculous to sexy. You and Kate arrive hand-in-hand, your partner’s dark, intense stare never leaving your side, though she occasionally lets it drift over the crowd with a curious gleam.

While you catch up with Wanda, a loud scream rips through the party, sending a chill down your spine. People scramble, and the panic sets in as whispers spread: someone’s been murdered. From that moment, guests start disappearing, the once-packed house thinning out as one by one, people meet their doom. You feel Kate’s grip on your hand tighten as fear begins to gnaw at you.

Finally, when only a few remain, you glimpse a figure in a Ghostface mask lurking in the shadows. As the masked killer advances, you step back—until you realize that Kate is no longer at your side. The realization clicks in slowly, a thrill of horror and intrigue mingling as you begin to piece it together.

Your breath catches as the figure in the Ghostface mask steps forward, the dim lights casting an ominous shadow over the already blood-splattered floors. The killer moves with a confidence that’s disturbingly familiar—slow, calculated steps that feel chillingly precise, almost practiced.

“Kate?” you whisper under your breath, though your voice betrays the suspicion you’ve had for the past few minutes. She can’t hear you, but you feel the weight of her gaze behind the mask, and something within you tells you that this was always part of the plan.

The figure pauses, just feet away from you, and tilts their head as if to say, You figured it out. With trembling hands, you reach for the mask, barely daring to breathe as you lift it.

Beneath the mask is Kate’s face, her eyes glinting with a mischievous spark and a satisfied grin spreading across her lips. “Took you long enough,” she murmurs, her voice low and teasing.

“What… What did you do?” you manage to ask, your voice wavering between terror and fascination. She steps closer, her hands finding their way around your waist, pulling you against her.

“Just made sure it was a party we’d never forget,” she replies nonchalantly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You feel the wet warm blood on her fingers against your skin. Her eyes gleam as she leans in, whispering, “Now lets have some fun babe.”

Despite everything, your pulse quickens—not just from fear but from the dangerous allure of Kate's touch and the promise in her gaze.

Kate’s lips crash against yours in a heated, possessive kiss, her hands tangling in your hair as if you’re the only thing grounding her. When she finally pulls back, there's a wild glint in her eyes as she slips the Ghostface mask back on, her voice dropping to a dark, teasing tone.

“Now it’s time for me to have some real fun,” she purrs. Her fingers trace your jawline, sending a shiver down your spine. “Run,” she commands, her voice dripping with anticipation. “And if I catch you… I’ll have my way with you.”

The thrill shoots through you like lightning. You don’t waste another second, spinning on your heel and darting into the maze of halls in Tony Stark’s sprawling mansion. The house looms around you, full of twists and dead ends. Your heart pounds as you slip through shadowed corridors and dimly lit rooms, the pounding of your footsteps echoing through the halls.

You think you hear her behind you—those calm, measured steps almost mocking you, growing louder. You stumble up the stairs, gasping for air as you push through the nearest door, finding yourself in one of the empty guest rooms. You press your back against the wall, holding your breath, ears straining for the sound of her approach.

A slow, taunting voice filters in through the door. “I can hear your heartbeat, you know,” Kate calls. Her words wrap around you, each syllable drenched with dark amusement. “Did you really think you could hide from me?”

Your heart skips a beat as you realize she’s right outside, just beyond the thin barrier of the door. The doorknob turns slowly, and you brace yourself as she steps inside, the mask tilted just enough that her eyes pierce through the dim light, locked solely on you.

The chase is over, and she knows it.

As soon as she steps inside, you dart for the door, hoping to slip past her and make it just a little farther. But Kate’s reflexes are sharp, her hand snapping out to grab your wrist with an iron grip. In one swift motion, she spins you around and presses you firmly against the wall, her body caging you in place.

You’re caught between the cold wall and the heat of her presence, her fingers digging into your wrists as she pins them above your head. Her breathing is steady, almost calm, while yours comes in ragged gasps. She tilts her head, her eyes visible through the mask, smoldering with an intensity that sends shivers through you.

“Thought you could get away from me?” she murmurs, her voice a soft taunt as she leans in, her lips barely brushing against the shell of your ear. “I told you, if I caught you…” She pauses, letting her words hang between you, heavy with promise. “You’re all mine now.”

A flush of adrenaline and thrill rushes through you as her lips graze along your jaw, leaving a trail of heated kisses down your neck. Her hands slowly drift down, finally releasing your wrists but keeping you firmly pressed against the wall with her body.

“You ran well,” she whispers against your skin. “But it's over.”

Kate’s hands trail down your body, lingering just enough to leave you breathless and wanting more. Her touch is possessive, claiming you in a way that should send shivers of fear through you—but instead, every nerve in your body lights up in pure anticipation. You want to resist, to hate her for this dark side that she’s unleashed, but as her lips capture yours again, any resolve you have dissolves completely.

You lean into her, your body betraying any illusion of resistance, craving the warmth of her touch and the intensity she brings. Her fingers trace your curves, igniting a fire that surges through you, leaving you clinging to her as though she’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

She notices the change in you, a smug smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. “You love this, don’t you?” she whispers, her voice a low murmur that sends a thrill straight through you. “You love me.”

And as much as you want to deny it, you can’t. Kate has you wrapped around her finger, heart racing and head spinning. Every twisted, thrilling second of this only makes you fall harder, and you know there’s no escaping—not from her, and not from the way you feel.

Kate’s fingers disappear momentarily, and when she returns, you catch a glimpse of silver gleaming in her hand. Your breath hitches as you realize she’s holding a knife—small and sharp, its blade glinting under the dim lights.

She brings the blade close to your skin, her eyes never leaving yours as she lets it hover near your collarbone. “Don’t move,” she whispers, her voice both a warning and a promise. Slowly, she presses the flat side of the knife against your skin, letting the cold metal glide along your collarbone and down the curve of your shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

Your heartbeat pounds as her hand moves with expert precision, the blade tracing patterns over your skin, never breaking it but skimming just enough to keep you on edge. She’s in complete control, and there’s a dark satisfaction in her gaze as she watches every shiver that her touch elicits from you.

The knife drifts lower, following the line of your arm, before moving back up to rest just over your racing pulse. “Still with me?” she murmurs, her lips ghosting over your cheek as she leans in close.

You manage a nod, voice caught in your throat, and her grin widens, a hint of pride mingling with something far darker. The blade continues its slow, tortuous path, tracing the line of your neck and collarbone, reminding you with every pass that she has you completely, utterly at her mercy.

The sharp prick of the knife against your skin sends a hiss escaping your lips, a mix of pain and thrill that rushes through you as tiny bubbles of red rise to the surface. Kate’s gaze locks onto the crimson beads, her breath hitching as if she’s savoring every second of your reaction. There’s a hunger in her eyes that goes beyond words, a craving that runs deep, and you can tell she wants more.

Her fingers linger on the knife just a moment longer before her eyes flick back to yours, dark with desire. Slowly, she guides you from the wall toward the bed, her movements calm but unmistakably possessive. The anticipation hangs heavy in the air as she settles you onto the edge, her hands steady as she tilts your chin up to keep your gaze fixed on her.

Kate’s fingers glide over the small mark she’s left on your skin, smearing the faint traces of red as if claiming you in a way that’s both gentle and deeply, darkly intimate. She leans in, her lips barely brushing against your ear as she whispers, “You’re mine… every part of you.”

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and as she pulls back, you feel her hand press you down onto the bed, her fingers trailing possessively along your body. There’s a fire in her eyes, one that promises you’re in for a night that will leave its mark on both your skin and your memory. And as much as you should resist, you can’t help but melt beneath her touch, surrendering entirely to her intoxicating presence.

Kate’s hips press firmly against yours, and the friction of the silicone she’s packing against you makes your eyes flutter, a whimper escaping as she grinds deeper, savoring every reaction. Her hands grip your thighs, holding you steady as she positions herself, the mask barely concealing her wicked grin.

Without hesitation, she sinks into you, and you gasp, feeling her stretch you with ease. She fills you perfectly, her movements slow and purposeful, drawing out every delicious inch. A low groan slips from her lips, muffled beneath the mask as she starts to move, each thrust more intense than the last.

“Fuck, babe,” she pants, her voice heavy with satisfaction as she watches you writhe beneath her. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt you this wet.” Her tone is thick with pride, taunting and possessive, each word making your pulse race faster.

With every thrust, she presses deeper, her rhythm unrelenting as she wraps her hand around your thigh, pulling you closer, her breath quickening as she watches the way you fall apart beneath her. Each moan, each gasp, only seems to spur her on, and you know from the look in her eyes that she’s nowhere near finished with you.

Your release crashes over you, and for a fleeting moment, you think she might give you a second to recover. But Kate’s thrusts don’t relent, and her grip on your thigh only tightens. A dark, determined look settles in her eyes as she grins beneath the mask, her voice a low, possessive growl.

“I’m not done with you, babe. We’re going to keep going,” she promises, her words drenched in intent. She leans in closer, pressing you deeper into the bed, her thrusts driving you into a haze of overstimulation that leaves your head spinning, every nerve alive with a mix of pleasure and intensity.

The blade makes sporadic appearances, gliding across your skin with expert care, just enough to keep your senses heightened. Each pass sends sparks through you, leaving faint red lines that she traces with her fingers, her gaze fixed on your every reaction, almost mesmerized by the effect she has on you.

Your body trembles beneath her, every sensation amplified as the line between pain and pleasure blurs into a dizzying euphoria. She picks up her pace, grinding deeper, watching as you unravel all over again beneath her. The overstimulation is relentless, and as the world spins around you, you can only cling to her, completely at her mercy.

The sun’s first rays spill across the horizon, casting a soft, almost surreal glow over the world as you and Kate finally stumble out of the mansion. You make it to her car, exhausted and exhilarated, bodies aching from the night’s intensity. Kate’s Ghostface costume lies discarded in the backseat, and she’s back to her usual self, though her eyes still hold that dangerous, satisfied gleam as she starts the engine, focused on the road.

You take a deep breath and check your phone, seeing a string of worried messages from Wanda. Your heart clenches as you read them:

Did you make it out?

Please, Y/N, answer me…

If I don’t hear from you soon, I’m calling the cops.

A pang of guilt flickers as you glance over at Kate, who doesn’t seem the least bit concerned as she drives, one hand resting casually on the wheel, fingers tapping to some rhythm only she can hear. You quickly type out a message to reassure Wanda.

I’m fine. I got home with Kate, and we took our minds off things.

A few moments later, your phone buzzes with her reply: Thank god… Just text me later, okay? I was scared. You feel a strange blend of guilt and thrill, thinking back on everything that happened, knowing that the night’s secrets are locked safely between you and Kate.

You slip your phone into your lap, stealing a glance at her, your heart racing all over again as she smirks, catching your gaze. “What?” she teases, a satisfied glint in her eye.

“Nothing,” you reply softly, the thrill from last night lingering as you reach over, your fingers brushing hers. Whatever’s next, you know that with Kate, you’re in for one hell of a ride.

[haetrack]

[20:52]

a/n: this was originally gonna be a part of something bigger but if i never write it… then i can post this… yeah… yeah…

warnings: established relationship, them having sex for the first time in their relationship, pretty soft actually, dry humping, unprotected sex, no dynamics they just love each other, afab reader

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“you don’t know how long i’ve wanted you like this,” haechan pants out in the air.

you can guess how much he’s wanted it with how his clothed cock is pressing into your thigh, his warm hands keeping you in place on top of his lap. you can’t complain, feeling just as desperate as haechan does as you press kisses to the side of his neck.

it’s hard not to grind down against him, but with how his hands move to your hips, trying to get you to grind down, you figure it’s best to give in.

he lets out a moan once you do, and you try to hide your sounds in the junction of his neck, lightly biting down onto his skin. “y-you’re just so-” a choked moan cuts him off, “i was missing out on this for so long, i can’t believe i let that happen.”

you speak up, trying to ignore how he flexes his thigh against your core, “you finally got me, i don’t know if i could’ve held out any longer.”

you can tell he’s smiling when he lets out an airy laugh. there’s no use in holding out, giving into haechan’s touch as you roll your hips against his thigh. his hands warm your skin, reaching higher and higher up your shirt until they near your chest.

you quickly take off your shirt for him, letting him take in the sight of you. he’s seen your boobs on a few occasions by accident, quickly looking away as he apologizes. but now, he can stare as much as he wants, and maybe, he can touch you.

he knows he needs to when you mindlessly grind down onto him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you get close to cumming. he cups your boobs into each hand, watching your face as he smooths over your nipples with his thumbs. he can feel the warmth between your thighs, almost swearing he can feel you staining his sweats with how wet you are.

pinching lightly at a nipple, he watches you break, becoming weak for him as he helps get you off. he swears he could cum in his pants with how you’re using him like a toy, so desperate to cum. with all the sounds you’re making, mixed in with the moans of his name, the more he wants to be buried inside you.

he’s just not sure if it’ll happen just yet.

you’re close to cumming, not realizing just how fast you’ve gotten close to the edge. you won’t admit it to haechan (because he’d never let you hear the end of it), but he seems to know what to do when it comes to you. it shows with just how eager he is to please you, even as you feel his cock twitch underneath you.

before you can stop yourself from being embarrassed, you whine out, “haechan… gonna cum… ‘m gonna cum…”

his eyes zero in on you, watching how your face contorts in pleasure. he has to bite back a moan of his own as he watches you, realizing this isn’t just another dream he’s had of you like this. you’re real, right on top of him, warm and pliant as you cum on his thigh.

he soothes you, running his hands along your back, pressing kisses to the top of your head as he tells you how good you are to him. haechan realizes you’re still grinding down on him, letting out soft puffs of air. he looks up at you, a curious look on his face as he sees your embarrassed one.

you watch as he tilts his head, giving you a teasing look as you whine. “can you just- ugh-“

you push at his shoulders, holding him against the couch as his wide eyes staring up at yours. you try to keep your composure as you ask, “would you want to… would you like to- i mean, do you wanna have sex with me?”

it takes haechan exactly ten seconds to respond, watching as his face morphs from shocked to desperate all at once. he moves to lean up to kiss you, but you push him down once again, kissing him softly. his hands hold your sides, letting you take what you want from him.

you pull away, not looking directly at him as you ask, “is that a yes?”

“please,” he whines, trying to pull you back to him.

you’re quick to oblige, kissing him once more. your hands move to the hem of his shirt, fingers dipping under the shirt to touch the soft skin of his stomach. you feel him twitch under your touch, one of his hands shooting to hold your wrist.

you look at haechan, ready to ask if he’s okay, but he shakes his head before you speak. “i’m okay, it’s just… it’s been awhile since anyone’s touched me like this… it’s nice when it’s you.”

you can feel your body warm up at his words, kissing his cheek before moving to kiss his jaw. he’s letting out small whines, growing more eager as your hands explore his body. while one of your hands travel up, one hand moves to squeeze his bulge, watching in awe as his whole body shivers.

haechan’s grip on you tightens, his head falling back into the pillows, “you don’t know how much i’ve wanted to fuck you.”

you tease him a bit, your hand dipping under his sweats only to find him with no boxers on. he laughs sheepishly as you tut, moving to take his sweats off.

for the first time since you started dating haechan, you watch his cock slap against his abdomen, leaking precum and pink at the tip, waiting for your warm walls to wrap around him.

he groans when you stare for too long, covering his face with an arm. laughing, you press a kiss near his hip bone, watching his cock twitch with need. “you’re so pretty, haechan, all for me.”

he lets out a sound of embarrassment before you move to kiss him again. your hand slowly wraps around the base, just squeezing as you get a feel for him. his hips try to fuck up into your hold, but you ask him to slow down. you go back to kissing him slowly, letting his patience wear thin as you jerk him off.

it’s a few moments later when he lets out a small whimper, one hand moving to stop yours. you look at him, his lips swollen and cheeks flushed, his hooded eyes looking slightly embarrassed, “if you keep doing that, i-i’ll-”

“o-oh. yeah, i’ll stop, just-” you shuffle to sit right back on his thighs, “can we… can we do it like this?”

he sits up straight, biting down on his lip as his eyes rake over your body. even if you tell yourself not to get shy in front of your boyfriend, your best friend, it’s not easy. especially with how you can visually see his length twitch.

he eventually responds, “yeah… this is perfect… no complaints from me…” one of his hands move to grope at your boob, watching as you arch your back into his touch, letting him take what he wants.

when you move to sit right on top of his length, he lets out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut as he grips onto the sheets. “i don’t…” he starts, “i don’t think i’ll last long.”

you smile down at him, “it’s okay, haechan. you already made me cum from just your thigh, it really can’t get more embarrassing than that.”

he laughs, one hand subconsciously moving to hold yours, “it wasn’t embarrassing though! it was the best thing i’ve ever seen in all my years of living!”

“which isn’t even a long time, you’re just too horny for your own good.”

he reaches up to kiss you, soft and gentle, contrasting the current situation you both are in. there’s a pleased look on his face when he pulls away, “i’m glad that i’m doing this with you. it’s been… it really has been a long time coming.”

“we were so stupid for waiting this long. we both knew what we wanted, too. it wasn’t even a secret to anyone.”

“like all those times i’d catch you staring when my shirt lifted up just a little,” haechan adds.

“you just ruined our sweet moment! so what if i stared at you so much? you did the exact same! like you wouldn’t have to cover yourself with a pillow when you got hard in front of me!”

haechan huffs, “you caught me literally just that one time!”

“you’re lucky that i...” you cut yourself off, softly smiling as you look away.

he smiles, cheeks turning a darker shade of pink. he whispers out an i love you, too.

you become aware of how much he needs you when he grinds you down on him. he looks up at you, “can you help me?”

“of course.”

you move to take off your panties, failing to ignore his hard stare. he's seeing you bare for the first time, so warm on top of him as you wait for his next moves. as much as he's desperate to fuck you, there's a softness in his eyes, almost as if he were falling in love all over again.

groaning out in embarrassment, you move to bury your head in his neck, but haechan pulls you right back. he lets out a quiet laugh, shushing you softly as he pushes his hips against yours. he grows quiet once his cock rubs against your slit, feeling just how wet you are. he looks at you, eyes hazy and glazed over at the thought of finally being able to be inside you.

"let me know if you want me to stop, just... i want this to be good for the both of us," haechan whispers, trying hard to keep control.

"i want you to do whatever feels right. if it's with you, then... you've known me for long enough."

he shuts his eyes at your words, and you can feel how his cock twitches against your cunt. you reach a hand up to his cheek, watching as he rubs his face against it. you call out his name softly, telling him that you're ready. he takes in a deep breath as you position yourself over his cock, slowly lowering yourself down.

a whimper gets caught in his throat when his tip enters, his grip on your hips tightening as he tries to keep himself together. it only gets worse for him as you take more of him in, the sweet sound of your moans only spurring him on. all he can think about is you, the feeling of you, the love he holds for you, and how he only ever wants to do this with you.

you bottom out, nails digging into his shoulders as you grind down on him, cries of his name filling the air. haechan can feel that he's close to cumming, his cock twitching deep inside you. he can't help it, not with how you look, how you feel, how you say his name. you're perfect in his eyes, and he's been wanting this for too long for it to end too early.

so he does what he knows best: talk.

"i can- i can barely think right now, but-" a groan leaves him as you try to move on top of him. haechan stops you, holding your hips as he tries to calm himself down. "i've needed this for so long, i spent too many night dreaming about fucking this pretty pussy."

you shiver on top of him, letting out a whimper of his name when he reaches a thumb down to your clit. haechan lets out a pretty cry when you tighten around him, "you needed this too, didn't you? i know it's harder for you to say it, but you need me just as bad, right?"

you mouth the word yes, not knowing if haechan can see you or not. it doesn't matter, you know he knows what you think. it's apparent in the way he kisses your shoulder before gripping your hips, beginning to bounce you on top of him. "too many times i spent dreaming about this, dreaming about having you so needy for me. i wonder if you thought of me too? thought about me being wrapped around your finger, ready to do anything you asked me to?"

he stops speaking in order to moan out at the feeling of you, humming against your skin as he tries to press kisses onto your shoulder. he can't help but be loud, quickly giving up as he ruts up into you. "i would do anything you asked me to," he continues, "i wanna make up for all the lost time."

he can feel you start to slow down, growing tired of being on top of him. he slowly moves you to lay down on the couch, moving as quick as he can to bury his cock in his warmth. that's when you give up, openly moaning out to haechan as you feel his cock hit your sweet spots.

he whines when you clamp down on him, feeling his cock throb with the need to cum.

that's when you really look at him, realizing just how much you've held your feeling back from him. haechan always poured his heart out to you, and you fought hard to keep up with him. he always appreciated it, always told you to take your time, that there was no rush.

you feel it come crashing down on you.

you love him.

haechan can barely form any thoughts other than pleasing you, so when he hears a small whisper of his name, he has to focus. he looks at you, eyes slightly widening as he sees the tears in your eyes, a soft smile on your face before you moan out. you try to compose yourself again, locking eyes with him, and you speak just loud enough for him to hear, "i really do like you, haechan. everything, all that you do. i like it all."

haechan cums, gritting his teeth as he fills you up with his cum. his head falls to your shoulder, and you can hear jumbles of words spilling out of his mouth. thank you- i love you- i can't- just- please. in a rush of emotions, haechan reaches down to your clit again, fingers moving messily to get you to cum with him.

it doesn't take long for you to cum, back arching and your chest pressing against his as you cry out his name. he tries to watch you, but his eyes shut as you slightly overstimulate him, whines and huffs of breaths coming out of him.

the both of you stay in the same spot, haechan collapsed on top of you as you run your fingers down his back. you can feel his cum seep out of your cunt. a small noise of discontent escapes you, and haechan whines in annoyance as he forces himself to get up. he looks down at you in wonder, the sight of you ruined by him almost getting him turned on again.

you tap his thigh, calling his attention. he hums, waiting for words that never come. he smiles, though, used to it all as you huff out. he reaches down, cupping your cheek before pulling you into a kiss. your mouth moves slowly against his, enjoying how he melts into your touch.

you pull away to catch your breath, your eyes fluttering shut with how tired you are. you don't need to see haechan to know he's smiling at you, you can feel it radiate off of him.

"you know, i really like you, too," haechan smiles. he can't help but move to press kisses all over your skin: your shoulders, between the valley of your chest, your stomach. he loves it all. you whine out, trying to push his head away. he laughs before settling his head on your stomach, one hand moving to trace patterns on your thigh.

he's quiet for a few more moments, but never being able to stay too quiet around you, "i mean it. you know how i feel, i tell you in every moment i can."

he sighs when your fingers brush through his hair, "it meant a lot for me when you told me how you felt a bit ago. i literally came when you said it, i couldn't hold myself back."

you laugh, haechan whining as he rubs his face against your skin, "thank you, for everything. for forgiving me, for letting me in your life like this."

you hum, "i don't think i'd be able to keep myself away from you. you just... always seemed like so permanent in my life."

his breath begins to even out, and you think he might fall asleep. you let your eyes close, a dream coming to dance around in your mind. before you can, though, haechan rushes up to kiss you one last time. he giggles into the kiss, and you can't help but laugh back, arms wrapping around his neck.

this is where you're supposed to be.

[midnighthazee]

I Don't Want To Share You (Han Jisung Drabble)

Summary: When your boyfriend Han Jisung finally had enough when it comes to sharing you...you decided to show him just how important he is to you.

Genre: Smut, Angst with happy ending, 18+ MDNI

Warnings: teacher/student affair, dom/sub dynamics, Praise kink, daddy/mommy kink, dacryphilia, slapping, spitting, handcuffs, overstimulation, orgasm denial, name calling, sex toys, multiple orgasms, Switch Reader, desperate/whiny Han, begging.... (I think I covered everything...)

WC: 4661

As a college kid, you’re enjoying life and everything your campus has to offer. You are enjoying your classes, despite the heavy homework load, and enjoying time with your friends. Even your classes were interesting this year.

Being your second year in college, you were pretty comfortable with the campus and how things worked. It was near the end of the semester, however, and you were grateful to say the least. Sure all the studying for finals was stressful but you would manage. Balancing classes, homework, a part-time job, and friends along with a boyfriend was proving to be a lot. And on top of all that, you were balancing a regular hookup.

Your boyfriend, Jisung knew of course - you were not cheating on your boyfriend for over a year. You were just…having some fun. Your boyfriend was quite subby, allowing you to be the more dominant one in the relationship. He was so obvious about it, most of your friends knew who was in charge. Sure he liked to have his fun and try to dominate you, but it was just too cute and all your cooing and praising just ended up pushing him back into his subspace.

Which led you to your current situation. You wanted to have some fun being a sub for once. You loved your boyfriend dearly, but it was a nice change up to let go and not be in control. You talked to your boyfriend about it and he was cool with you exploring your sub side. You even said he could find a partner to Dom if he wanted. The thought made your stomach churn but you had to be fair. Although the longer your relationship goes, the more possessive you feel yourself becoming over him.

It was currently thirteen minutes past midnight on a Thursday night. You were at your hookup’s place for the second time this week. He was usually once a week at most (sometimes you miss a week) but he seems to be a bit hornier this week.

“Fuck…” he panted, pulling out of you. “Turn over. Let me see your ass.”

You did as he said, not that you had much of a choice. You don’t do as he says and you get five spanks to your ass from his flogger. It was a thin little strip that left quite the sting. Between the pain, and the look on Jisung’s face when he saw the marks on you two days later, you try to avoid it as best you can. (You had to spend all night convincing him you were okay with the flogging.)

He pushed into your heat again, making you throw your head back. He pounded into you relentlessly as he got lost in the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him. He gripped your hair in his hand and pulled.

“You love this, don’t you? No man can make you feel like this, can he?” he said in between breaths.

He groaned as you pushed back into him. He slapped your ass, making you wince, squeezing around him. 

“Answer me, baby,” he demanded.

“No.. no one else but you, Daddy.” you said between thrusts.

“That’s right baby.” He grunts.

“Fuck…you feel so good, Won.” you moan, getting lost in the pleasure. “I’m gonna cum.”

“I know…” He pants. “Cum for me y/n… wanna feel you squeeze around my cock again.

At his words, you cum, body convulsing as you squeeze him. He groans at the sensation, gripping your hips tightly to keep you pressed to him. He was so deep and you moaned loudly. It was your fifth orgasm of the night and he came once already, eager for a second.

Your body goes limp, falling forward on the bed as you catch your breath. He smacks your ass, making you flinch.

“I’m not done with you yet baby.”

“I can’t… anymore…” you whine as he flips you over.

“I know you got one more orgasm for me…come on now princess.” he says, lining up with your entrance once more. 

As he leans over you, he pushes into you, stretching out your sensitive folds and making you moan his name.

“Mr. Jeon….”

“Fuck I love when you call me that.”

“It’s too much…” you whine.

“Take it like a good girl…I’m almost done…” he says, picking up the pace.

Your legs are spread as he pounds into you, the sound of skin get slapping and your wetness filling the room. He always pushed you to your limits and you loved it. He never failed to satisfy you even though the emotional connection wasn’t there. Won didn’t want anything serious, just a casual fuck. Which worked for you since you weren’t looking for another relationship. You just had to make sure no one found out.

“I’m close, baby.” He says, reaching between your bodies and pressing his thumb to your clit.

You cry out, squirming underneath him. This only pleased him and encouraged him to push you farther. He began to rub circles around your sensitive clit. 

“Won please…” you cry out.

“Come on baby. I need another one from you.”

“I can’t…” a tear slips down your cheek.

“Yes you can. Give it to me.” His hips snap faster into you and you grip the sheets tightly, biting your lip. 

Despite your body’s exhaustion, you feel another build up inside you, ready to snap. Your back arches into his touch. As he thrusts into you, he leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking harshly and nibbling. It was too much and pushed you over the edge.

You saw stars as you squeezed your eyes shut, body shaking violently. You cried out and held onto him as he groaned and stilled, cumming inside the condom he wore. He tried to convince you to let him do it raw everytime, but you were smarter than that - you would take every precaution with him.

“Damn..” he said, rolling off you and lying on his back. “I knew you had one more.”

You rolled your eyes at his smug smile. “Shut up.”

He laughed, rolling the condom off and disposing of it. He went into his bathroom, wet a rag and tossed it to you before going to clean himself off. You wiped yourself clean, throwing the rag into his hamper and getting dressed.

“Running off already?” he asked, coming out of the bathroom.

Your eyes look down his body, stopping at the trail just over his underwear line. You catch yourself and continue getting dressed. “Yeah. I have a quiz tomorrow.”

“Maybe the professor will bump it back…..” he teased, smiling.

“I don’t know. He’s kind of a jerk..” you shrug.

“Ouch…” he placed his hand over his heart as if wounded. “And here I thought I was being nice.”

“You know I don’t do this for special treatment.”

“And I admire that about you.” he says, tucking hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead and sighing. “I’m gonna miss having you in my class next semester.”

“Maybe I’ll take a different class of yours.”

“Or maybe I’ll flunk you so you have to retake it.”

“Abuse of power….” you gasp, swatting his arm.

His quick reflexes grab your wrist and arched his eyebrows.. “Careful…or I’ll have to send you home with another red ass. Then how would you concentrate on your quiz when you can’t sit?” 

You bite your lip.

“Bet you would like that,” he leans closer till your lips are nearly touching. “Wouldn’t you, princess?”

Before you can answer he pulls away, dropping your wrist. You pout at the tease. After you get dressed, he walks you to the door. Before he opens it, he pulls you flush with his body and smashes his lips on yours. 

“Get back safely, okay?” he says, opening the door.

“Yeah of course.”

“See you tomorrow. Don’t forget your number two pencil.” he says with a dazzling smile.

You roll your eyes, making your way down the driveway and to your car. You drive around the corner to campus, parking and heading up to your dorm. Once inside, you shower, properly cleaning yourself of him and lay in bed. The bed feels cold and lonely and you miss your boyfriend.

Pulling out your phone, you send him a quick text:

I miss you. Love you baby.

You wait for a response, eventually falling asleep, cell phone in hand as exhaustion takes you over.

Jisung heard his phone buzz and looked over. It was just after one thirty in the morning. He saw your name on his phone and opened the message. He read it, heart fluttering. He missed you too - so much it hurt.

Placing his phone back on the nightstand, he turned over, willing sleep to come.

The next day, you woke up to the annoying jingle of your alarm. You reach for your nightstand but your hand does not find your phone, Reluctantly opening your eyes, you look for your phone. Following the sound, you find it on the floor. You groan, reaching for it. As you pick it up, you realize it’s been going off for nearly ten minutes. 

You sit up quickly, placing it on the charger and hurrying to get ready. It only takes you fifteen minutes to throw on some clothes, put your hair up in a ponytail, brush your teeth, and gather your stuff. You grab your phone from the charger and hurry off to class. It started at eleven and it was already 10:45am..

As you’re walking, you go to text your boyfriend. You notice the message you sent last night (that you don’t remember sending). It was read right after it was sent but there’s no reply. You send another one anyways.

Good morning, my love

I hope you slept well. I’ll be over after my quiz.

You hit send and walk into class right as your professor begins speaking.

“Alright class….I hope everyone studied.” He eyes you as you enter but prevents himself from lingering his gaze on you. “This is our final quiz before your final exam.”

You take your normal seat next to your friend Julie, hurrying to put your bag down and get your stuff.

“I was worried you overslept.” she said. “You didn’t respond to my texts.”

“Sorry. I was rushing over here. Stayed up too late last night.”

“You and Jisung, huh?” she nudges you with her arm.

“Uh..yeah.” you blush.

She giggles, taking out her scantron and pencil.

You take out yours, looking up and locking eyes with Professor. Jeon as he hands the two of you a quiz sheet.

“This quiz is a bit longer than normal. But once you are done, you can leave. Next week, we will begin reviewing for the final. Good luck.”

“That wasn’t too hard.”  Julie says.

“Nope. Pretty sure I passed this one.”

“Wanna grab some lunch?”

“Can’t…meeting up with Jisung.”

“You were just with him last night…” Julie giggled.

“No I wasn’t I-” You froze.

Julie gives you a skeptical look.

“I was texting him.” You quickly finished. “ We were texting till like two am.”

“Okay. Sexting…got it. Another day then.”

“Love you girl.” you said, giving her a quick hug.

You arrive at Jisung’s dorm and knock. His roommate opens the door.

“Hey y/n. Jisung’s not here.”

“Oh. He’s not?”

“No. Think he went out with some friends like thirty minutes ago.

“Oh okay. Guess…I uh..should have called first.” You force a smile. 

“If I see him, I can let him know you’re looking for him,” he offered.

“Yeah, thanks Felix.” you smile, looking at your phone to see your text message was read.

It was Saturday evening and focusing on your homework was near impossible. Mostly because you’re convinced that your boyfriend has been kidnapped - that or he was avoiding you. But the question was why. Why would he just stop talking to you?

So you headed over to his apartment once more to see if you could catch him. Knocking, you bite your lip hoping. 

Nothing.

You knock again.

You lean against the door and hear hushed voices.

“Just talk to her. You can’t keep avoiding her.” It was Felix.

“I know you’re in there!” You call through the door, knocking again. “Han Jisung…”

After a few seconds, the door opens and Felix walks past you, giving you a half smile. You slip inside and see Jisung sitting on the bed, avoiding eye contact and twiddling his fingers..

You lock the door behind you and step further inside, putting down your stuff. You walk over to him, kneeling in front of him. He looks to the side.

“Baby…what’s wrong? Why are you avoiding me?”

He doesn’t say anything.

“Did I do something wrong?”

He shakes his head. Well that’s progress.

“Then talk to me. Please?”

He sighs heavily. “I don’t want to make you mad…”

“Why would I be mad? Did you kill someone?” 

His eyes widened, finally looking at you as he shakes his head.

“Did you….drink my last seltzer water?”

He shakes his head.

“Then I don’t know why I would be mad at you.”

“Because I lied…” he says in such a quiet voice you almost didn’t hear it.

“Lied about what, my love?”

“Is that what you call him?” He mumbles, more to himself than you.

“What?” 

“Nothing.” he was quick to say.

“Ji…” you say. “What did you lie about?”

“That I was okay with you being with another guy….” He looks away, frowning.

His body was tense as he anticipated your reaction. You stand and he flinches. You move to sit on the bed, pulling him into your lap as you lean back against the headboard.

“How long have you been feeling like this?” you ask.

“I…. I didn’t really like the idea from the beginning. But I thought I would get over it. I wanted you to be happy. If I’m not enough then you could at least-” “No no…baby. You are enough. Look at me.” You look into his eyes. “Baby you are enough. More than enough. I love you, okay. You’re the only one I want.”

“So you won’t be mad if I ask you to stop seeing him? Because I don’t want to share you anymore.”

“Nope. Not at all. I was just having fun I guess. Honestly one time was all I needed to know he wasn’t what I wanted. But it just kept happening and I was afraid if I broke it off, he would take it out on me with my grades. So I’ve just been trying to get through the semester. But even if I was enjoying myself, I still wouldn’t be mad. You come first.”

“Really?”

“Yes, baby. Everytime I’m with him, I’m wishing it was you that I was with. I don’t care if you never dominate me. I don’t need that. Just you.”

“I’ll still try, if you let me.” He said with pouty lips.

You cupped his cheeks. “You don’t have to change for me.” 

“I’m not. I just want to give you what you want.”

“You already do.”

You kiss him deeply, holding him close in your arms. As you kiss, you end up guiding him onto his back, lips never parting from each other. He lays on his bed, you leaning over him, bodies pressed together as you kiss.

“I missed you.” You whisper in his ear, kissing his sweet spot just under the lobe.

He moans, hands resting on your sides as you kiss down his neck. 

“I-I missed y-you too y/n.” he manages to get out, clearly flustered.

“Can I show you how much?” you ask, grazing your teeth along his jaw.

He nods eagerly.

You smile down at him, his puppy eyes sparkling up at you. You can feel the twitch in his pants as he anticipates what happens next. You kiss him passionately, hands sliding up his shirt and caressing his skin as you straddle him. You pinch his nipples, teasing them and coaxing a whine from his lips.

“I haven’t seen you in three days, my love.” you say as you kiss down his neck. 

He tilts his head to give you more access, and you see the veins protruding. You nip at the skin, sucking to leave a mark and he moans. His grip on your sides tightens as he tries to ground himself. God he missed you and your touch.

“Cat got your tongue, little mouse?” you tease, sitting up.

“D-don’t stop.” he whines, lips pouty and eyes glassy.

You smirk, knowing that it’s been nearly five days since you two have been together. You tug at his shirt and he helps you take it off. 

“These too.” You say, tugging at the waistband of his sweats. As you move off him, you notice a wet spot in the front.

“Leaking already? Are you that horny?” you taunt and he blushes.

As he pulls off his sweats, no underwear on, you see the precum on his tip. You lick it off, making him shudder.

“Baby boy, we got a long night ahead of us.” you say.

He whines desperately. You know it’s not in dread but more in excitement and desperation but you were going to drag this out as long as you could.

He was now laying naked on his bed, looking up at you with eyes begging for your touch. Leaning over him, you take one of his nipples in your mouth and suck harshly. He hisses, back arching as he moans. One of your hands toys with the other nipple as you suck.

“Ahh...” he whines, hips bucking in search of friction.

“Not yet Ji. Patience.” you say in a low seductive voice.

His brows furrow as his eyes remain shut. You love him like this - desperate and eager. He was definitely going to cry tonight.

You move your hand down his torso, stopping just at the base of his cock. You watched it twitch before kissing him again. You straddle him once more, looking at him with a mischievous grin. You grip his jaw, kissing him once more before pulling back.

“Open your mouth.” you say and he does as you asked.

You spit into his mouth, smirking. “Swallow.” 

He swallows obediently.

“Good boy.” 

You climb off of him, earning a whine as you move to his nightstand, pulling his toys from their hiding spot. His dick twitches with anticipation. “What to play with first…” you say, looking at the options.

You decide on the handcuffs and pick them up.

“Move over here.” you say, pointing towards the top of the bed and he follows. “Arms up.”

“Please…mommy…” he begins.

Before he can finish his sentence you twist his nipple. Hard. He cries out.

“Arms up.” you repeat.

He lifts his arms and you lock each wrist to the wooden bolsters of the headboard. Then you go back to the toys and find the switch. He whines.

“I’ve been good…” he starts to say in a whiny voice.

Slap.

He hisses as the switch connects with his upper thigh, just shy of his pelvis.

“I will decide if you’ve been good.”

His lower lip trembles.

“Let’s play.” you grab another toy and bring it to his mouth. “Suck”

He does as you ask. After a few seconds, you pop the plug from his mouth and position yourself between his legs.

“Spread your legs for me, pretty boy.” 

With a whine, he spreads his legs, opening himself up for you.

“Relax for me.” You say, pushing the plug to his hole.

He squirms, moaning. 

The switch connects with his thigh once more. 

“Don’t move, baby.” you demand.

You begin to push the plug again, and it slowly slides in, making him moan and throw his head back. Once it pops into place, your hand rubs up to his cock, gripping it and stroking. He jerks, so sensitive already.

 You take him in your mouth, bobbing your head slowly up and down his length. “Fuck…” he pants out.

With a loud pop, you stop sucking and reach for the vibrator. Switching it on, you turn it to the medium setting and touch the side of his cock. He bucks, moaning once more. Moving it up and down his cock, you watch as he bucks his hips and bites his lip. 

You reach up, teasing his nipple and he moans so loudly. You’re grateful it’s a Saturday so most people are out instead of in their dorms. 

“Can I come? Please let me cum. I’m so close.” he begs as you place it on his tip.

“Already? I’ve barely touched you.” 

You pull the vibrator away and turn it off. You pour a little lube in your hands and begin stroking him once more. He jerks into your hand. You squeeze, only moving your hand with his thrusts so there’s no friction until he stops. He whines, but eventually stops.

You begin giving him a hand job, deciding to see if you can beat your record of edging him for ten minutes. He’s always so sensitive - the longest he ever went was ten minutes and seventeen seconds.

You began stroking his cock, alternating between fast and slow, and teasing his slit. Moans were pouring from his mouth as you slide your hand up and down as fast as you can. He bucked and you could see his pelvic muscles tightening. You slowed, stopping for a few seconds before teasing his tip. 

“Ahh…fuck…” he panted out.

You pressed your thumb on the underside of his cock head, teasing him further to the edge. He whined, squirming under your touch.

“Mommy…mommy…” he whined, over and over as you began stroking him again, your thumb grazing his slit every few strokes.

“Let me cum…please…” he begged. “Please mommy, I’m so close.”

“Not yet, my love. You must wait.”

He whined, leaning against the handcuffs as if his hands would slip free.

You could see his pelvic muscles tightening again, signaling he was close. You tease his tip just before stopping. He cries out, cum shooting up and dripping down your hand. His body shakes with the orgasm, his eyes rolling back. 

As he comes down from his high, the realization dawns on him. He opens his wide, glassy eyes, meeting yours.

“Ji was a bad boy…” you taunt.

“I-I’m sorry. I d-didn’t mean to. I s-swear.”

You ignored his apologies, swatting his half hard cock. He jumped, whining. You grip his cock, stroking its sensitive, reddened tip and his body jerks, squirming to get away from your touch. It was overstimulating and he couldn’t take it.

“I didn’t give you permission to cum, did I?” you ask, not letting up.

“Oh god…please...” he chokes out through sobs. “Please it’s too much…”

You don’t stop, watching as tears fall from his eyes. His toes curl and he squirms, still trying to move away but you have him pinned.

“Ahh...Mommy please… I’m sorry...” he cries. His voice raspy.

You stroke faster, making his hips come off the bed and thrash around. Finally after almost two minutes, you relent and he pants, chest heaving. His eyes don’t open as you move off the bed. You quickly remove your clothes and climb back onto the bed and straddle him.

“I hope you enjoyed it because that was your only chance to cum now.” you say.

He sniffles, slowly opening his eyes as more tears spill, still breathing heavily. He looks up at you with pouty lips.

You sink down on his cock and he gasps loudly, tugging instinctively on the cuffs. You throw your head back at how deliciously he fills you up. It was like he was made just for you and fit so perfectly every time.

“Mommy…wait…I-” he chokes out before you grab his jaw again.

“It’s mommy’s turn to cum, baby boy. Where are your manners? You know the rules…. Mommy what?” you say, bouncing on him.

He bites his lip, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to process your words.

“What’s the rule, my little slut?” 

“Mommy…mommy cums f-first.” he pants out, fighting the hold from his handcuffs.

“That’s right. And you didn’t follow the rules. You were selfish. I thought I taught you better…”

“You did…” he pants… “Ahh…mommy” 

You continue to bounce, your wetness dripping down his cock as you feel yourself nearing climax. You bounced until your thighs burned, slowing your movements.

“Fuck me baby.” you demand.

He digs his heels into the bed, taking all his focus to push through the overstimulation as he thrusts up into you. Tears drip down his cheeks as he moans and whines. You rest your hands on his chest, holding yourself up a bit as he pounds into you. The squelching noises and his loud moans are the only things being heard.

“There you go. Come on baby. Faster.” you say and he follows your orders.

Soon enough, your orgasm washes over you, making your body tremble as you ride out your high. His hips drop as you squeeze him, making you drop down into his cock, as his legs give out.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby boy.” You kiss him deeply.

You rock your hips once more.

“I’m gonna cum…please…”

“No… you don’t get to cum again…” you say, grinding down on him harder.

He whines but tries his best to hold out.

Another orgasm is building as he reaches so deeply inside of you. 

“Can I suck on your nipple? Please mommy?” He looks up at you with puppy eyes.

“Go ahead, my love.” 

He wastes no time attaching his lips to your nipple and sucking. He moans, feeling relaxed as he suckles. One of his hidden kinks was to just suck your nipples like a baby - it was just so relaxing for him. Sometimes he lets his thoughts wander to how your milk would taste one day. 

You moan his name as you cum around his cock again, the squeeze interrupting his thoughts as he goes back to focusing on not cumming.

“Ji…fuck…”

You hold his head tighter to your chest, making him suck harder. The stimulation prolonged your high and had you convulsing. Finally your shaking slowed, and you tried to catch your breath. Jisung leaned back and you laid on his chest. 

“That’s my good boy.” you whisper.

“Mommy feels…good?” he asks between breaths.

“Yes, baby… Mommy feels so good.”

He smiled, happy to have satisfied you.

After a few minutes, you slide off his cock. The tip was red and he was still hard, You reached up and undid the handcuffs. His wrists were red too from all his pulling on them. You caress them each, giving tender kisses before putting away the toys. 

“Let me clean you up…” Jisung says, hurrying off to his bathroom. You lay back on his bed and he wipes through your folds to clean you up. Afterwards, you clean him up, pecking his tip.

“Maybe tomorrow, I’ll help you with this.” You say, dragging a finger down the length of his hard cock. 

It twitched as he bit his lip. He wanted to complain but knew he shouldn’t or you definitely wouldn’t help him.

“Can we cuddle now?” he asked in a small voice, hoping to distract himself from the ache between his legs as he put on some boxers..

“Of course my love.” You had slipped on a t-shirt and underwear.

You both curled up under his sheets, you holding him close as he put on a movie. It didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep, his cock still hard as he did. You both slept for a few hours, only to wake because of hunger.

“Waffle house?” he suggested

“Yes.” you giggled.

Hurrying to get dressed, you both were eager for food. And a middle of the night meal at Waffle House would hit the spot. 

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SECRET SECRET - H. JISUNG

KINKTOBER DAY 15 - MULTIPLE ORGASMS + FEMDOM

SUMMARY : you always liked your men weak and pathetic, so no one was shocked to hear that you had a crush on han jisung - the nerdy boy of your physics class. being paired up with him for a project was the perfect opportunity to have him all for you. except that finding a collection of dairies filled with all the fantasises he has about you wasn't part of your plan.

-> pairing : loser!han jisung x fem!reader

-> words count : 2.9k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : sub!jisung x soft dom!reader, dom/sub dynamic (obviously), overstimulation, han is kind of a pervert, teasing, use of 'good boy' & 'fucktoy', begging, dry humping, marking, dirty talk, teasing, handjob, oral (m. receiving), deepthroating, spitting, cum eating, choking, unprotected sex, creampie

+ the way i'm depicting jisung does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

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Jisung had never asked for much in life - good grades and friends were all he needed. And he had both. Aside from that, he knew he had a reputation around campus - for being a loser, a nerd who loved anime. But Jisung didn’t mind it, that way people left him alone and he lived peacefully. That was until you entered the equation. The first time he caught a glimpse of you during the first physics class of the semester, he was immediately hooked. And from then on, he developed some kind of obsession over you.

He would always stare at you during your shared classes, would always remember very clearly what outfit you wore everyday of the week, would always notice the tiniest change in your emotions or appearance. Jisung knew he was being obvious, that everyone had noticed how he looked at you with puppy eyes, fascinated by your mere existence. And he didn’t want you to think he was a loser, so he did his best not act like the nerd he usually was when you were around. 

Obviously, you knew about Jisung’s crush on you too, everyone knew. And to be honest, you didn’t mind it. At first, you only thought it was cute how pathetically in love he was. And as time went on, as you tried to engage in discussion with him during your shared classes, you came to like him too. You always had a thing for boys who were kind of losers, and Jisung was no exception to this rule. The way his big glasses sat on the bridge of his pretty nose, the way his cheeks were covered in pink everytime you talked to him, the way his gummy smile made you want to crack one too - everything in him was too cute to resist. 

But despite your efforts to show some kind of interest in him, Jisung didn’t make a move. He was too shy to do so, and moreover, he had convinced himself that you were only being friendly to him out of pity. Even if every one of his interactions with you nourished his daily fantasies and his already huge crush on you, he didn’t make a move. So when you got paired up with him for the next presentation you had to do for your physics class, you thought it was the perfect opportunity to spend some more time with him and hopefully get him to confess his feelings to you. 

“- Do you want something to drink ? I made some tea earlier, I didn’t know what you’d like...”

You looked back to Jisung who was playing with his fingers anxiously, his voice quiet and shy. You smiled at him reassuringly, your urge to make him yours even bigger now that you had a view of how cute he could really be.

“- I could use some tea, yeah. Thank you Jisung, that’s so sweet.”

His cheeks took a darker shade of red at your compliments, and he only nodded at you because he wasn’t sure if he could talk without embarrassing himself. You watched him go to the kitchen to prepare your drink, and you decided that it was time for a break. You let your eyes wander around his room - a typical nerd room with posters, anime figurines, mangas on every shelf. But apart from that, it was way much cleaner than any other boy on campus. 

Your eyes catched something picking out from underneath his bed, and you frowned as you tried to understand what it was. Truly, you knew that it was a bad idea, that you shouldn’t stick your nose into his business, but your curiosity was stronger. You grabbed the unknown object, which was in fact a shoe box that was quite heavy. Maybe you should’ve stopped there, but you didn’t. You opened the box to discover tons of notebooks that looked like diaries by the dates written on the spine. You took the most recent one and opened it to a random page, and as you slowly understood the meaning of the words, your eyes progressively widened in surprise. 

“- Sorry I took so long, I couldn’t find th-”

Jisung cut himself off as he saw you there, reading his diary, visibly shocked, the two glasses of iced tea almost slipping out of his hands. You looked up at him, the same surprise written all over your face, and Jisung felt shame wash over him immediately.

“- Jisung… What is all of this ?

- I… I’m sorry…”

The poor boy seemed on the verge of tears, his big eyes filled with regret, and you softened to the sight. But Jisung couldn’t stop cursing himself out. It was already bad to be a pervert and write down all his fantasies about you, but it was even worse that you had discovered it. Why couldn’t he hide this box better when he knew you were coming over ? He lowered his head, ready for you to swear at him, to tell him that he was disgusting.

“- Jisung, look at me.”

Your voice didn’t hold any trace of anger or reproach, but Jisung still hesitated before he listened to you, his glossy eyes falling into your gentle ones. 

“- Can you explain to me what this is ?”

Your tone was encouraging, almost comforting, and yet there was a firmness in it that encouraged Jisung to spit it out. 

“- I… This is gonna sound like I’m a pervert but I… I have a crush on you… A-And I just couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I needed to say it somewhere so I started to write it down, and I’m so fucking sorry Y/N, I should’ve… I should’ve never done that, I’m sorry…”

You stayed silent as Jisung explained himself, nobbind along to his words. You would’ve never imagined this coming from him, and Jisung would’ve never imagined that you would discover his dirty secret. As you still hadn’t said anything, Jisung anxiously looked at you, calmly flipping through the pages of his dairy. Suddenly, you stopped on one of the entries, a sly smile spreading on your face as you giggled to the words he had written down, making him feel so small and furthermore humiliated. 

“- You’re so cute Jisung. You really want to “become my fucktoy” ?”

It was as if his brain malfunctioned, both from you calling him cute - you really thought that he was cute even after having read all the dirty things he wrote about you ? Unbelievable - and from you quoting his desperate, horny dream. But if it was his chance to prove to you how much he liked you, how desperate he was for every crumb of your attention, of your touch, he was going to take it. 

“- I… I… Yes, yes, please…”

Your smile only widened as you heard his begs, putting away the box and the dairy as you gestured for him to come closer to where you were sitting on the edge of his bed. Having you in his room was already nerve wracking enough for Jisung, but this whole situation was on another level. He gulped down as he put down the two glasses of ice tea that you would most likely not drink now, and he approached you with careful steps, still convinced that this was only another one of his wet dreams and that he was going to wake up sooner or later. 

“- Relax baby, I’m not gonna hurt you, only going to make you feel good, yeah ?”

Jisung’s brain malfunctioned again, and you chuckled as you saw him staring at you with wide eyes, his plump lips that you had wanted to kiss for so long parted but no words coming out of it. You slowly reached for his hand, pulling him to sit down on the bed instead of you as you straddled his lap, your clothed heat pressing against the obvious boner deforming his pants. Jisung inhaled sharply, a pathetic whine falling from his lips as he looked at you with the same starstrucked expression. 

“- Are you okay with this Jisung ?”

Your fingers were brushing against his cheek, an action that made his heart race in his chest. And your lips were only inches away from his, making it hard for him to think straight. 

“- Y-Yes, yes, please, Y/N…”

You didn’t let him say anything else as you crashed your lips against his in a messy, hungry kiss. Jisung closed his eyes immediately, letting the sensations sink in as he tried to kiss you back with the same eagerness. Having the girl of his dreams devouring his mouth wasn’t part of his plans, but he wasn’t going to complain. His hands hesitantly took place on your hips, and you sighed in his mouth at the contact, starting to roll your hips against his boner like some kind of reward. 

Jisung moaned into your mouth, which allowed you to come play with his tongue, deepening the kiss. Before long, Jisung was breathless, a whimpering and shaking mess as you only intensified the pressure of your hips against his. The situation excited you too, the way Jisung was reacting to every one of your touches so vividly, the way he was so sensitive and horny for you making you lose your mind as well.

“- Y-Y/N… I’m… I-I think I’m gonna cum…”

His cheeks had only grown redder, whines and pants escaping from his mouth as you were busy marking his neck up and down. You hummed against his skin, sucking one more purple spot on him before you bit into the flesh, proudly smirking at your masterpiece.

“- Yeah ? Think you’re gonna cum just like that ?”

He nodded at you with his eyes squeezed shut. He didn’t want to cum so soon, he wanted you to play with him again, and again, until he had nothing more to give you, until you were completely satisfied. But the way you were rocking your hips against his, and the way you were slightly tugging on his hair, and the way you were making him yours - all of that was sending him into another world, made the knot in his stomach tighten even as he tried his best to hold back, to stop you.

“- Then go on, baby. Cum. Show me how good you can be for me.”

A pitiful high-pitched whine escaped Jisung's lips as he came in his pants, burying his face in the crook of your neck and clinging to you as you helped him ride out his high, letting him buck up into you to try and get even more of that delicious friction. He was so cute, with his face all red and his big eyes still shining with lust as you cupped his face to force him to look at you again.

“- Such a good boy for me… Did it feel good, baby ?

- Fuck… Yes, felt so good, so fucking good…”

His voice came out shaky and choked, barely above a whisper as his gaze zeroed on your lips. A grin spread on your face as you got closer to him, until your lips could brush against his, but you didn't kiss him, giggling as he chased your mouth. But soon enough, he was interrupted by yet another moan as you had started to move again on top of him. And your smile widened as you felt him harden underneath you again, his whines even more desperate and needy than a few minutes ago. 

“- Y-Y/N… 

- What is it, baby ? Don’t you want to be my fucktoy ? Don’t you want to be my good boy ? Don’t you want to let me play with you ?”

Your dirty words were his last straw, rock hard again in his soiled underwear, his hands now boldly grabbing your waist and pressing you down on him to hump you like a dog. 

“- Please… P-Please don’t stop…”

You smiled at him, pecking his lips before you got off of his lap, ignoring his whines and protestations as you settled on the floor, in between his legs. Jisung’s eyes were wide open, his cock throbbing at the sight of your position and what it suggested. You giggled as he hurriedly got rid of his pants and underwear without even waiting for your next instructions, watching intently as you reached for his length, stroking him slowly, your thumb brushing against his tip and making him whine under his breath.

“- You’re gonna let me do whatever I want, right baby ?”

Jisung nodded eagerly, staring at where you were kneeling on the floor. The view was straight out of his wildest dreams and he didn’t know how to process everything that was happening, his body reacting instead of his mouth to every word you said, to every one of your touches. 

“- I need words baby. Tell me you want it.

- Y-Yes, yes please, Y/N, please… Please, I w-want you to touch me more, please…

- Sound so pretty when you beg, Ji. You deserve a reward, don’t you ?”

You didn’t let him have enough time to respond as you took him into your mouth, eliciting a loud, desperate moan for him. At this moment, Jisung wasn’t thinking anymore, only feeling how warm your mouth was, and how good it felt to have you sucking around him. You swiped your tongue around his tip, his cock already dripping with your saliva before you pushed him into your mouth again. Deeper. Until his tip was hitting the back of your throat. 

Jisung let out the prettiest sounds - whines for more, whimpers of your name, moans so high pitched you were sure he could be heard through the thin walls. And it only encouraged you to give him more, to bob your head up and down faster, to hollow your cheeks around him and show him how good you could make him feel. You could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, and by the way his hands were gripping the sheets tightly and how squirmy he had gotten, you knew he was close to cumming. It spurred you on to take him as deep as you could, and the way you gagged around him was enough for Jisung to release into your mouth. And as you came up to kiss him and spit his cum back in his mouth, Jisung thought he had seen what heaven felt like. 

“- Felt good baby ?

- Yes, yes, yes ! So good, you’re perfect !”

You smirked at him as you pushed him to lay down on the bed, then climbing on top of him, your clothed pussy pressed against his cock. 

“- You’re getting hard again, Ji. You want more ?”

Jisung bit down on his lips as he nodded, but before he could even decide where on your body to place his hands, your own fingers wrapped around his throat, his mouth hanging open as you restricted his breathing. 

“- What did I say, baby ? I need words.

- S-Shit… Please, want more…

- Good boy.”

The petname paired with the way you squeezed around his throat tighter made him moan loudly, and your smile widened at the pretty view he offered you. You pushed your underwear aside, rubbing your wet folds against his hard dick. Jisung was all pliant in your hands, his hips bucking up against yours to try and get more friction, his body telling you what he couldn’t because you rendered him unable to talk. You didn’t make him wait any longer, pushing his cock inside of you, throwing your head back and moaning at the feeling.

“- You’re feeling me up so nicely Ji, I’m gonna ruin you.

- Please !”

His voice came out choked, interrupted by the way he moaned every time you clenched down around him. It didn’t take much for you to make him cum again - a little bit of pressure around his neck, your hips rolling in delicious circles on top of him, your warm pussy making him see stars, and your dirty words pushing him over the edge. Jisung needed a moment to catch his breath, to come to terms with what was happening. But you weren’t going to let him do that, starting to move on top of him again. 

“- Y-Y/N ! P-Please, I-I can’t, s’too much…”

You hummed against his lips, but you didn’t stop, only speeding up your moves. Jisung whined pathetically underneath you, trying to push you off his lap, but you were quick to pin his hands down to the mattress, looking down on him with a smirk on his face. Jisung had never seen a prettiest view, and you had never seen a prettiest sight either - the way he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, the way his eyes were filled with desperation, lust and unshed tears, the way pleas were slipping past his lips so easily. 

“- Too much ? But you said you were going to let me have my fun, Ji. Said you were going to be my fucktoy, didn’t you ?”

Jisung tried to answer but he was taken by surprise by another orgasm, shooting another load inside of you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He still couldn’t believe that this was real, but the way you were trying to get yet another release out of him was convincing enough to think that it maybe wasn’t just a dream. He writhed in overstimulation, but all he wanted to do was to please you, to let you use him until you were satisfied, until you had broken him down to pieces. 

“- You can give me one more baby, right ? You’re gonna be a good boy for me ?”

A sob escaped his lips, his pretty rosy cheeks now covered in tears as he nodded, eager to give you everything you wanted. You smirked again, sighing in pleasure as you started to move again, and as Jisung watched you milk him dry, he didn’t regret being a disgusting pervert anymore.

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[firstkanaphans]

Not gonna lie I’ve been waiting for you to wake up - please share all your thoughts on the trailer ❤️

Ellie! I was not prepared. I had almost 400 notifications when I woke up and was immediately like, “Something FK has happened here.” Sorry for the delayed response. I had to watch the trailer a couple hundred times before I was able to form coherent thoughts.

I really enjoyed it! There was both more bondage and more dancing than I was expecting. I was pleasantly surprised by the bondage, but a little wary of the dancing. Joong’s dance, at least, seems to be a strip tease though, so I guess I’ll allow it.

What the trailer really highlighted for me is that, at its heart, this is a love story between Bison and Fadel just as much as it is a love story between either of their romantic partners. They’re polar opposites. Bison is soft in real life, but rough in the bedroom, and Fadel is rough in real life, but soft with Style. But despite their differences, they both love so deeply. Just in the trailer, we get these two lines, which speak of a forever kind of love. 

(Also look! The paintball scene from 10 Things!)

I think Fadel and Bison have been craving unconditional love and affection their whole lives and have finally found it in Kant and Style. (Which is why it’s going to hurt even worse when they find out there are, in fact, conditions.)

I had already been spoiled about the BDSM by novel readers, but I’m still shocked they put it in the trailer. I think that’s going to be a very fun aspect to explore as consensual BDSM is still rare in BLs—or in any media, really. I talked a bit about why I love this character detail for Bison here, but I also love how it works to balance the power dynamics between them. Kant might be pursuing a relationship with Bison at least partially for nefarious reasons, but giving Bison the metaphorical “power” in their physical relationship makes it feel less exploitative. 

But oh my god. Fadel??? He has my whole heart already. He’s so broken and sad and I hope Style can help make him feel whole again and show him that he’s capable of being loved for more than just his ability to kill people. And although I’m not 100% sure this is what’s happening when Fadel is going down on Style in that storage closet, I’m kinda obsessed with the idea of them playing gay chicken. Like he doesn’t think Style actually likes him so he’s going to test him by giving him a blow job. It’s so perfect. This show is a fanfic writer’s dream.

What I really love about all of Jojo’s productions is that you can just tell he had a blast making them. He puts his whole heart into each and every one and even if there are a few bumps in the road, I appreciate someone who is passionate about their work because you’re going to get a better product that way. I also have a sneaking suspicion this script is strong just based on some of the parallels in the trailer and also that leaked plot summary which I was very impressed with, but I still don’t know for sure because no one will tell me who wrote it.