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hi! saw this take on my tl and i thought i would clear a few things up about a few things regarding es: why the writers have decided to portray es a certain way and the fact the translations for es’ gender is intentional.
1. their use of the first-person pronoun ‘boku’ (僕)
es using ‘boku’ does NOT mean that they are a boy. women have and can use boku, though it does carry tomboyish connotations and is very unusual. boku carries a masculine connotation so it’s generally used by men, but what i’m saying is the personal pronoun es uses for themselves is not indicative of their gender. also, this is not the real world. it’s far more likely in stuff like this- anime, games, etc, that characters refer to themselves in more unusual or even archaic ways.
2. the prisoners using ‘kun’ (くん or 君) to refer to es
again, the prisoners using ‘kun’ as the honorific for es doesn’t mean they are a boy. it’s not like the prisoners are saying ‘hey male boy man prison guard/warden es’. there are special circumstances where women can be referred to using ‘kun’ (again, not indicative of es’ gender, and fiction can be different). also, the prisoners also have referred to es as ‘kanshu san’ (看守さん) in the voice dramas (which just means prison guard/warden). so i’m not actually sure what your point is here because さん isn’t really indicative of someone’s gender?
in the interrogations:
-fuuta does use ‘es-kun’ to refer to es (second trial), but only ‘es’ in his first which comes off as disrespectful lmao
-yuno uses ‘kanshu-san’ in both trials.
-amane uses ‘kanshu-san’ in the first trial but only ‘kanshu’ in the second trial.
my point is, each prisoner has a different way of referring to es. not just ‘kun’.
also. in a minigram (which YOU use as definitive evidence that es is a boy), kazui refers to mahiru as ‘shiina-kun. so. there you go. a direct example of a woman being referred to using ‘kun’. thank you kazui
3. the ‘pronoun switch’ from he to they
for your point on the minigrams, changing the ‘he’ to ‘they’ was not a sudden switch. this is a very very deliberate choice on the part of the translation team. you might believe that es has no identity other than being a prison guard. they have no memories. it makes sense that their internal identity, their sense of gender, isn’t clear to them. it adds to the ambiguity of es’ character. you can believe they’re non-binary like i do. on the milgram website, every prisoner has ‘onna’ (female) or ‘otoko’ (male) listed as their gender. but es doesn’t have anything like that indicating their gender. so it wasn’t a sudden, out of the blue switch. es has been written like this in the original japanese as well.
(the examples below are shidou, mu and es)
(also, saying someone looks like a boy so therefore they must be a boy is terrible! i’m the most feminine looking mf on earth and yet oh no! the shock! i’m genderfluid and fluctuate between male and female! going off the same logic, es’ va is female and therefore es must be a woman because they sound like a girl (though they don’t really)).
i’m not saying you can’t think of or perceive es as a boy, but check your facts first. there’s a reason es is so widely accepted in the fandom as non binary. their representation is so unusual and fun!
#milgram#milgram project#es milgram#es sweep btw#also fuck jackalope (/neg)#uhmm anything else#i’m here to spread information not hate#yaaay!
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The tiles are no longer white, and the bathroom looks compressed and scintillated; hotspots of light blare in seething oranges, corners buzz in deep purples, noises manifest in confusing patterns that obscure other patterns. It hurts. The tiles aren’t white anymore. Nothing is quiet. The colors pour in. Shigeo is tired of color.
another scene from rainspeak ! suffered a bit with the colors but i don't ,, Hate this, so up it goes <3
#qkdraws#id in alt#if u tag this as reim*b i'll fucking skin u#i rly enjoyed writing this scene it was rly fun#and hey ! this is the scene i mentioned i wanted to try but wasn't going to cuz i didn't have the skillset yet#uhmm fuck past jay :/ i drew it anyway#i didn't try too hard on the perspective i know it's a bit wonky#but personally i think that adds to the theme <3#reigen is so funny i Know this is a serious scene n all but .is he even capable of not wearing suits#he's like a kid's cartoon character with his One outfit in all circumstances. like the other characters wear other shit#him tho ? in my head he is Always wearing the suit. i'll break the time space continuum if i put him in anything else#mob psycho 100#mp100#mp100 mob#mp100 shigeo#shigeo kageyama#mp100 reigen#reigen arataka#eyestrain#cw eyestrain#eyestrain cw
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Y’all ain’t ready for this…
Here’s the Welcome Home Dragon AU!!
#I wanted to make this for awhile lmao#since I have such a love for How To Train Your Dragon…#and Vikings too :)#I’ll draw the other members of welcome home into this au later but for now it’s just Wally#uhmm some lore ig??#Wally can transform into a fury due to the pendant on his necklace (he probably got it from Home)#I think the fury fits him as a dragon form since Wally has a very round design and a laid back nature#also furies are super cute!!#gyad damnn#i can’t think of anything else to put#slay#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#welcome home au#welcome home dragon au#welcome home fandom#welcome home art#welcome home fanart#wally darling#wally welcome home#welcome home wally darling#welcome home wally#wally au#wally darling fanart#welcome home arg#httyd
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survived first day back at school only made an ass of myself once
#had to introduce myself in music class even though most of us knew everyone#like uhm hi im [name] i use she/her pronouns most of the time i like pj harvey and radiohead uhmm over the holidays i watched ten seasons o#doctor fucking who#god i'm a nerd ANYWAYS#forgetting the band guy who sits right next to me who i want to better friends with hates radiohead and outed myself as a dumbfuck tv show#enjoyer i could have said ANYTHING. ANYTHING ELSE. BUT NOOOOOOOO#it's fine no one will remember anyways#she/her MOST OF THE TIME?????? WHO AM I KIDDING I JUST USE SHE/HER#imploding#anyways
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sorry to talk about the topic again but honestly i think the whole ‘fail rp’ problem really comes down to the fact that the admins had initially said that purgatory 2 wasn’t canon to quesadilla island and the lore there wouldn’t overlap with the lore on the main island BUT that if the cc’s wanted to they could make it canon to their own character and personal lore.
so bad’s initial plan was that 1/3 of himself was transported to purgatory (the bloodthirsty part of him) while 2/3’s of himself were still on the main island (the more relaxed and chill side of him). and this would have worked fine with the fact that again, purgatory 2 wasn’t supposed to be canon unless the cc’s wanted it to be.
but then baghera and cellbit showed up and it threw bad for a loop because them being there DOES kind of throw a wrench in the whole ‘purgatory 2 isn’t canon to quesadilla island’ thing. because now he doesn’t know what parts of purgatory are canon and what parts aren’t and since he wasn’t warned about it before hand he just tried to do his best to compensate for it. him telling richas and pomme that their parents are alive makes sense for his character because like ??? why wouldn’t he tell them that 😭😭😭 but i think he ended up retconning that conversation as a whole and any other convo’s he had with people because he was stuck on how to proceed with his initial plan (his mind being split).
he has said that maybe it could work by having those conversations be taken as happening AFTER purgatory and while he does want purgatory 2 to be canon to his character he is fine with it not being canon if that’s what everyone / the admins decide.
#also there’s the whole#‘bad shouldn’t be playing on the server in the first place’ debate but#that’s just fucking stupid so all i’m gonna say about that is#he can do whatever the fuck he wants and the admins allowed it so shut the fuck up#discourse#fandom crit#bbh neg#<- not on my part but just tagging in case ppl don’t want to see this#and uhmm idk what else to tag so pls tell me if i missed anything thank youuuuu
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hhhhh hiii?
#oc#silly#idk what im doing HELP#im new here#do I just spam in the tags?#drawing#uhmm cant think of anything else
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OFF LIMITS – rafe cameron ¡ (02)
social media & irl AU !
pairing brother's best friend!rafe cameron x brat!reader summary you slide into a random boy's dms on instagram, anything but expecting him to end up being your brother's best friend, let alone the person you'll be spending your summer vacation with. while resisting Rafe and his lingering gazes was an option, you found yourself in the constant loop of crossing the line; said line being your brother. ch content sexual jokes, rafe being a tease !
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Involving yourself with Rafe Cameron, whom you later found out was good friends with your brother, was definitely not a part of your plan.
Spending the next two months with him meant coming to terms with your actions, perhaps take responsibility for the mess you created out of this situation. Had you further dug into his information, paid attention to the last name splattered across your screen, you would not have ended up in the bathroom, contemplating whether going downstairs was a good idea.
Avoiding him could be an option right now, but you knew you'd have to face him one day, whether it was today, or another. And while he stayed oblivious to the incident, you couldn’t help the embarrassment that flushed your face everytime his eyes would lock with yours.
You somehow spent the afternoon together, his lingering gazes leaving you a nervous mess every time his eyes fell on you. He’d stare at you for a few seconds, letting tension heave through the air, almost as if it was the most casual thing ever, as if he’s not your brother’s best friend, someone so off limits, forbidden to the touch.
Besides that, it was nice, you got to spend more time with Sarah, catch up with the girl and everything you missed out on in the past few hours she was gone. It distracted you from your embarrassment, eternally grateful, because you don’t think you’ll be capable of spending another minute within Rafe’s presence without exploding.
Taking a deep breath, you mustered up the courage to head downstairs, taking each step with haste. Sarah perked up when the hardwood creaked underneath you, causing you to come to a halt. Sarah called out your name, addressing you with the hand she waved in your direction, her excitement instantly replacing the frown spread across your face with a smile.
“What took you so long?” Her lips jut into a pout, tucking her hair behind her ear. She welcomed you with open arms, chuckling when you accepted the embrace with a content hum “You know, I missed you.”
“You were jus’ talking to me.” You muffled out, relaxing as the blonde rocked your bodies back and forth.
“It’s not the same!” She exclaimed, pulling away for a moment. “It’s not everyday I get to see you in real life.”
Ryan cleared his throat, in an attempt to earn yours and Sarah’s attention. To his satisfaction, he did, causing your gaze to shift back to the latter, instantly detecting the disgusted expression he had splattered across his face.
“Can you save this for later, and please help me out?” Ryan questioned, making you roll your eyes. “You think I called you down so you could be all over each other?”
“Shut up.” Sarah stuck out her tongue, teasing the latter from where she stood.
You scrunched your nose, tensing when you sensed Rafe’s burning glare from the corner of your eyes. The boy’s glances were intense, almost as if he was staring at you for the purpose of undressing you with his gaze, and that, yeah, it never failed to knock a breath out of your chest, creating a flustered mess out of you.
Sarah returned to her old position, standing behind the counter with you following in her steps, striving to see what they were up to. Your lips formed into an ‘o’ shape, peaking with interest when you noticed the deviled eggs Ryan was plating.
“That looks good,” you hummed, turning in Ryan’s direction, who conceitedly nodded, proud of the dish they had displayed on the counter. “Don’t people usually make these for thanksgiving, though?”
“That’s what I said!” Sarah agreed, giggling when Ryan grumbled, disapproving of your statement.
“You’re acting like you’re not gonna eat them!” He elbowed your side, acknowledging you with his chin when you hissed, faking a pained expression. “Stop complaining and grab more plates, we need them for the mash potatoes.”
“The only thing missing is the turkey, at this point.” You scoffed, mumbling to yourself, though Ryan could still hear you. “Where’s the plates?”
“Uhh,” Sarah started, observing the cabinets behind you. She pointed to one of them with her finger, your eyes instantly following where her digit landed. “You can find some in there.”
With a nod, you shuffled to approach the stacked cabinets, aiming for the one Sarah was referring to. A groan instantly escaped your throat, gaze trailing up to the plates positioned on the top shelf.
“Why on earth are these cabinets so high?” You whined, standing on your tippy toes to grab the dishes, merely to end up with nothing in your grasp. “And why are you putting plates on the top shelf?! None of you could reach them!”
You extended your arm once again, stretching out your body in an attempt to seize the plates, losing your balance when you maintained the same position for a little too long, eventually failing to achieve what you were aiming for.
Ryan mumbled a few words of complaints, rushing you to grab the plates faster, though he noticed that you were struggling, not offering to step in and help you. You paused for a second, calculating how you were going to capture the plates without asking for help, as that was a no in your watch.
Right, you could use a chair, and although that was quite the embarrassment, it was the only option you had, even if it meant making a fool out of yourself.
“Here, lemme try.”
You tensed where you stood, breath hitching when Rafe shuffled behind you, his broad chest colliding against your back. Your vision blurred as you inhaled his scent, his musky cologne intoxicating your senses.
Your gaze trailed up his arm, where it hovered over your shoulder, the brief contact sending goosebumps down your spine. And if you weren’t aware before, you definitely are now, enjoying the sight of him towering over you a little too much for your liking.
The latter grunted as he reached for the plates, capturing them with a little difficulty. The sound instantly echoed through your ears, blinding you whole, that you had no right being this into it. Your mind wandered with thoughts you shouldn’t even ponder about, not as the boy was innocently stepping in to help, when your own brother couldn’t.
“There you go.” Rafe muttered, voice barely above a whisper. He placed the plates on the counter in front of you, moving to catch sight of your reaction, chuckling when he noticed how flustered you were, mouth slightly parting with an exhale. “Did I startle you? Sorry, I was jus’ tryin’ to help.”
“Right,” you said through a breath, blinking far too many times for your liking. “Thank you, I– that was really nice.”
“Mhm.” He leaned his arm over the counter, admiring you with a knowing smile tugging at his lips. He stood still for a moment, almost as if he was seeking something out of you, perchance a reply, if that was even appropriate in this situation.
“What?” You asked, cluelessly staring back at him, fingers clutching the plates you had in hand.
“Could you hurry up!” Ryan interrupted, causing you to jolt from where you stood, leaving Rafe hanging as you headed in your brother’s direction. “The food’s about to run cold.”
“You could’ve helped me grab them, dickhead.” You scoffed, failing to keep your eyes to yourself as you stole a glance in Rafe’s direction, breath catching in your throat when you spotted him yet staring at you, with the same mischievous smile he had from earlier.
He’s only helping, you’re acting like this because it caught you off guard, right? Fuck, you were totally screwed, how were you supposed to act normal when Rafe was behaving like a gentleman, doing everything in his power to make you comfortable, whether it’s him helping you grab the plates, or him offering you a drink with the scorching hot sun.
Either way, this was bad, for your mental being, and the boundaries you created for yourself. It’s only been a day, what will happen in the next few weeks you’re spending with him? You don’t know, but what you do know is that they’ll be hell, tortuous, even.
Sarah passed you the pot of mash, politely asking you to plate it, making it hard for you to refuse the request. You did as told, doing it as neatly as physically possible, with Ryan nagging over your head, telling you to be more cautious in the process.
You managed to get what you were asked for done, with the boy pestering you nonstop throughout it, creating a frustrated mess out of you. Rafe offered a helping hand, arranging the plates on the table, for each person they were serving.
The elders came through the front door, having been gone for most of the time they’ve been here, excusing themselves for what you assumed was a business meeting. You embraced your mom in a hug, presenting the food to her with your free arm, snickering when she squealed, taken aback by all the food displayed on the table.
Dinner was chaotic, filled with chatter and giggles as everyone bonded over the food, getting to catch up with each other. Ward was quite the man, and while you did dislike him, witnessing all the times he was harsh to Sarah, you couldn’t dodge his curious questions, not when everyone surrounding you thought of you as angel who wouldn’t hurt a fly.
You kept to yourself for most of the time, amused by Sarah and Ryan arguing over who cooked each dish, fighting to claim their credit. And as for Rafe, well, he was there, sitting besides Ryan, who was across from you.
“You’re oddly quiet, Bug.” Sarah suddenly started, talking over the elders, who were chatting about business. “Is everything okay?”
“Huh, yeah!” You nodded, flashing her an endearing smile, one Sarah contently returned.
“It’s only ‘cause there’s people around,” Ryan clicked his teeth, having heard the conversation. “Trust, she’s such a brat, don’t encourage her to keep talking, otherwise, she’ll never shut up.”
“Can you not?” You muffled through gritted teeth, kicking his foot from underneath the table. “Could you also move? You’re all up in my space.”
“That’s uh,” Rafe choked out, taking a sip off of the glass of water splattered across his side of the table. “That’s my leg.”
You froze your spot, eyes widening with shock when you peaked under the table, discerning that it was Rafe’s leg you were kicking, Ryan’s far back positioned inches away from his chair. Sarah mimicked your action, chuckling when she caught sight of the ridiculous sight, entertained by the situation.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You apologized, eyebrows furrowing with concern. “I thought you were Ryan.”
“It’s okay.” He dismisses, flashing you a gentle smile. “Sorry for ruining your uh– plans.”
“Why are you apologizing?” Ryan jutted his lips into a pout, turning to glimpse at Rafe, whose face filled with concern. “You’re supposed to defend me. Why are you taking her side?”
“Mhm,” Rafe hummed, going along with the bit. His fingers found the curve of Ryan’s jaw, cupping his face in a teasing manner. “Did I hurt your feelings? I’m sorry, I’ll be more cautious next time. Do you want a kiss, sweetheart?”
Ryan nodded, nuzzling into the latter’s hand, letting his eyes fall shut when Rafe leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss to his forehead. The mere sight made you sick to your stomach, with Sarah just as cringed out as you were, grumbling with detest.
Looks like you had some competition.
“Can you not?” Sarah huffed, “We’re eating.”
“She doesn’t get it.” Ryan shook his head with disappointment, withdrawing from the touch. Rafe agreed by nodding, patting Ryan’s shoulder before he got back to eating, acting as if that was the normalest thing they’ve done over dinner.
Fancy plating was all fun and games until you had to do the dishes, and with the little work you did tonight, it did not look good on your watch. Ryan excused himself out of the list, with Sarah following behind, informing you that they made dinner, meaning it was your turn to do the dishes.
Which, truth be told was fair, you totally understood where they were coming from, because if that was you, you would’ve done the same thing.
“I’ll help out.” Rafe joined in, the suggestion creating a nervous mess out of you.
That’s how you ended up in front of the sink, watching as plates piled up with every dish Rafe brought, instantly joining your side after he tidied up the table, wiping it clean to ensure a disinfected setting.
Your contained giggles seeped through the silence, observing as Rafe clumsily scrubbed a plate, stumbling as it almost slipped from his hands. A sigh of relief escaped his parted lips, tightening his hold around it before it could further slither through his fingers.
“You don’t need to do it.” You uttered, catching Rafe’s attention, who turned to face you with a smug grin spread across his lips, oblivious to the teasing smile you flashed him.
“Why?” He curled one of his eyebrows with confusion, scrubbing the plate with all his might, though it was past its limit. “Do you not want my help?”
“It’s not that,” you playfully rolled your eyes, rinsing off the excess soap. “It just looks like you’re struggling.”
“‘That so?” He shot back, mimicking your action, copying your each move to make sure he’s doing it right.
“Mhm.” You mused, letting silence linger through the air, atmosphere heaving with tension.
“You know,” Rafe started, eyes glued to his gloved hands. “You’re different over text.”
You almost drop the plate in your hand, caught off guard by the latter’s statement. Rafe maintained a blank expression, continuing what he was doing while you tensed in your spot, too dumbfounded to move, or respond.
“I–” you stammered, abandoning the dishes piled in the sink, and focusing your whole attention on Rafe. “Why are you bringing that up?”
“Should I not?” He questioned, stealing a swift glance in your direction as he cocked his head to the side, intrigued by how the conversation was flowing. “I mean, you did text me this morning, am I supposed to pretend it didn’t happen?”
“You said it yourself,” you started, suddenly feeling your throat go dry. “Ryan’s my brother, it would be best if we didn’t discuss this.”
“Why not?” He muttered, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not like we’re doin’ anythin’ weird, y’know? I mean, you did leave an impression on me.”
“impression?” You repeated, jeered by his words as your mouth moved faster than your brain. “Did you know we’d be meeting here?”
“Well,” he replied, rinsing off the soapy dishes. “I can’t say I didn’t.”
“Why didn’t you say anything, then?” You whispered, afraid others would overhear your conversation. “Had you told me, I wouldn’t have continued speaking to you. Do you know how awkward things are now that you’re here?”
“Why?” Rafe hushed out, pausing for a second, before he turned to face you, now leveling his face with your own. “Am I making you nervous?”
Your throat ran dry, taken aback by the question. Was he flirting with you? And if not, why did it have such a big effect on you? Tolling you with temptation in ways you knew were impossible, out of reach, even.
“What?” You uttered through a breath, face flushing with heat. “No– no it’s just–”
“I’m just messing.” He snickered, amused by how flustered you grew, stuttering to mutter a coherent statement out.
“That wasn’t funny.” You grumbled out, fluttering your eyes at the latter, visibly embarrassed by the reaction the boy received from you.
“Right.” He chuckled, not sounding convinced at all.
The next few minutes filled with tension, as you both fell quiet, letting silence heave the air. Rafe didn’t seem as affected as you were, maintaining a blank expression the whole time you were a mess, too embarrassed to be in the boy’s presence, who seemed oblivious to the uncomfortable atmosphere he had created.
You instantly excused yourself to your room afterwards, telling the boy you were sleepy, though it was too early for bed. You needed a moment to yourself, even if it meant lying through your teeth.
Besides, you weren’t the only one who was gone, as Sarah was nowhere in sight, disappearing once you were done. She was probably talking to her boyfriend, hence you know how clingy they were with each other.
You took a quick shower, freshening up before bed, immediately followed with your skin care routine, playing soft music in the background while you did so. You dressed yourself in comfortable pajamas, instantly slipping under your covers, letting the warmness engulf your body whole.
Your eyes droswed with sleep, after a few hours of scrolling through your phone, not noticing the time, only acknowledging how late it was when you received a notification that earned your attention. Your breath almost hitched as you opened the DM, caught off guard by who it was from.
It was Rafe.
a/n THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT ON THIS WTH!! i wasnt expectingt it ily mwahh!! & just a little fyi this story will have more irl parts, it wont be solely sm based as i alr have stated in the beginning! it will definitely have social media, but im not abandoning the irl part of it yk 😣 that being said, feel free to lmk if you want to be removed/added to the taglist :) (in order to stay on it, you need to interact with the posts)
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⤷❝The Study | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-
⇢☾Warning: NSFW | riding, toxic relationship, arranged marriage, mentions of cheating (no actual cheating occurs), riding, dom sub undertones, degradation (he calls you a slut once), hair pulling, edging if you squint, crying, pinv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), creampie, dry humping, clothed sex (you were still wearing a dress) | lmk if I forgot anything!
⇢☾Pairing: young president! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader
⇢☾Summary: A video of you flirting with an elitist goes viral and Snow calls you to his study to confront you about it and it ends up in sexy times ;)
⇢☾A/N: btw for those who doesn't get why Snow asked reader to mark him, it's to show the Capitol that despite rumors, they are actually very close. And uhmm I hope you guys like this!
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The marriage was a facade, a show for the Capitol that the president didn't stand alone. The people in the manor were the only people who knew how fake the marriage was. Some of the elite of the Capitol could also tell. People can fake everything but not love, never love.
You learned early on Snow wasn't capable of love. A lover wouldn't do half of the atrocities Snow committed as he got to power but he had never done anything to you. You didn't exist for him in the manor and he was always respectful when you were by his side.
It was manageable, the life you had, nobody could mistreat you, not as the First Lady of Panem. However mistreatment and flirting are very different things, and the people of Capitol aren't a stranger to wandering hands and lustful eyes.
You didn't think Coriolanus would mind that you sometimes let the hands linger. That you would bask in the attention you were so deprived of from your husband. You were proven wrong as a video of you and an elitist was going viral all over the Capitol.
You didn't cheat on Snow, but you were too close to the stranger. His hand on your waist and your smile too wide. Cheating or not, it wasn't any less inappropriate.
A remainder by your servant made you walk to the study in which Snow spent most of his time. You were wearing a knee-length white dress, something that clings to your curves. It was a desperate, pathetic attempt to distract Snow. A part of you knew it wouldn't work and would make your mistake more obvious but it was an attempt better than none.
You knocked at the door and you could hear him say come in. So you did. Your hands are behind your back, and your eyes look at the floor like it's the most interesting thing in the world.
“Do you know what you have done?” He asked, you still couldn't look up to meet his gaze. Your fingers fumble behind your back as you bite your inner cheek. You give him a nod.
“And what have you done?” He questioned, his voice like the calm before the storm. “I created unnecessary gossip that isn't good for your reputation,” you mummer.
“What else?” He said, his tone suspicious and waiting for the confirmation. That's when you look up at the most beautiful demon you have ever seen. He looked all glorious with his suit and hair slicked back. “I didn't cheat,” you said, firmly, your eyes fierce and reflecting the truth of your words.
When Snow didn't reply, you insisted again, “I. Didn't. Cheat. It's a line I will never cross, Coriolanus.” Again, he didn't say anything, instead, his gaze went up and down your body, his expression unreadable. You flushed from his stare, not sure if wearing this dress was the right move after all. The man had always surrounded himself with those stupid white roses and this was the symbol that you had noticed.
“Come and sit.” You begin to walk towards the chair only to be interrupted by his words, “No, not there, in my lap.” You freeze from his words, but your brain tells you to obey his every word.
You make your way to him, your heels clicking against the marble floor. Your hands are sweaty and your heart is in your throat. You reach him before you straddle him without a word being uttered. Your dress hitching up to your thighs. Your hands around his shoulders as you wait for further instructions from your husband.
“What do you think we should do to make the rumors go away?” He asked, his voice deep and so seductive. You weren't even sure he realized the effect his voice had on you. You let out a small gasp when his hands held your hips, cementing your place in his lap.
His hands were warm and perhaps maybe it was biased but you thought they would be ice cold. Instead, his palm laminated heat against the thin fiber of your dress making your skin warm. Your former flush turns into a deeper shade of red.
“We could…” you couldn't focus, how could you when he was touching you like this? When he was so close. He was never this close to you before. Ever. His touch reminded you of the fact that despite everything he is a man and your husband at that. A demon in human flesh.
“We could do more PR,” you mumbled. He raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. “I mean if we do it right, I am sure it will work,” you fumbled. He gives you a nod.
“Take off my shirt,” he demanded. Your eyes widen and you hesitate. “Do it or I’ll make you.” he threatened and you know not to take his words lightly. With shaky fingers, you unbutton his shirt. The process was slow, meticulously slow. His toned physique comes into complete view, making your breath hitch. Fuck, he was a Greek God of tragedy and sin.
“Mark me up,” he said, his tone emotionless. “What?” you questioned, surprised. “You think you’re acting innocent?” he sneered, “You heard what I said, my wife. It's because of your suggestion. Mark. Me. Up.”
You swallow down your nervousness and bring your lips forward to his cheek. You pressed a soft kiss there and felt him tense underneath you. You drag your lips to his jaw and nip the skin, the tip of your tongue soothing the small teeth mark as he lets out a grunt. It was music to you. A masterpiece of symphony and you needed more, so much more. Snow had you deprived for months and it's time to take.
Your lips continue to nip at his jaw, placing sloppy wet kisses as his breaths get heavy. You moved down to his neck, a moan leaving your lips as you attacked his skin with your teeth. Sucking onto his pulse point and moaning when the salty taste of his skin hits your taste buds. Your hand goes to his neck, tilting his head to give you more access. All the while he lets out quite controlled sounds. You licked his Adam's apple before wrapping your mouth around it to suck a purple bruise. Marking him up just as he wanted.
His hand on your waist gave you a firm squeeze which made you bite harder and made him hiss. You lean back panting, as you admire your artwork of teeth marks and red love bites. You pressed down into him and moaned as his hard bulge pressed right against your clothed cunt. Your panties were soaked by now. “Snow,” you whimper.
“Corio, call me Corio” he whispered. His eyes briefly turned to a white bouquet of roses before he met your gaze. You didn't think much of it and whispered, “Corio.”
“Corio,” you tried the name again on your tongue and watched his eyes darken. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his. “Let me kiss you. Let me make you my husband, please,” you whispered.
You waited for a verbal answer but all you got was another squeeze on your waist. You were desperate enough to take what you could get. You started by grinding against his bulge. The juices that made your panties soaked are now ruining his pants.
You let out a breathless moan as you gained delicious friction against your pussy but it wasn't enough. There's no hell and heaven for which this would be enough. You crashed your lips to his. The kiss was all carnage and desire. Uncoordinated, something so unlike Snow Corio that it made you moan into his mouth. Your hands are in his hair, pulling him closer. Your lips glide against each other perfectly. His tongue took over your mouth, not leaving any place unexplored, untouched by him.
You break the kiss with a gasp. Your hand going towards his pants to unzip. The motion stopped as Corio held your wrist and you looked up at him. “You’re my wife, you're my right,” he said, “but do you deserve it?”
It was more than a question, it was a promise waiting to be made, a bond waiting to be sealed. “I…” you begin to speak, you meet his eyes, sea blue you wanted to drown in, “Never again, Sn- Corio. Never again.” “Please,” you added for extra measure. You had his taste already, no one else could ever compare. He had to know that too because he gave you a sharp nod.
You get up from his lap, taking off your panties first, not bothering with the dress. You knew he liked it now, more than you thought so he would. You find your rightful place in his lap again, his pants and boxers past his knees.
His cock was hard and twitching, the length had an angry tip with its slit profusely leaking pre-cum. It looked painful and it was because of you. You. You wondered if you had power over him now for a brief second but you shake your head clear of these thoughts.
Instead, you catch his lips again, the kiss slower this time. You raise yourself a bit so his cock can align itself to your entrance. Your dress is raised to help you. Even if his cock was on the girthy side with veins on the underside of his cock. You knew your pussy would stretch around him, that your walls would be a splendid fit around his length. You were too impatient for any sort of foreplay, you wanted the stretch, you wanted him to make you dizzy with his cock splitting you apart.
You let out a whimper as you began to sink onto his cock, your eyes flicked to him and his eyes were zeroed down to the place you both were connected now. His hands are on either side of your hip, guiding you down on his length. It was after his cock was fully stuffed in you, that his self-control allowed him to let out a groan.
“I respected you like a lady but sluts don't deserve respect,” he said, his lips parted as he let out a heavy pant. You let out a whimper, your mind hazy as your cunt tries to get used to his length. “I.. am sorry,” you whine, how many times do you need to repeat? When will he be satisfied with your apology?
“Prove it,” he said with a smirk, “Prove that you deserve to be my wife and the First Lady of Panem.”
You follow Corios’ command. Your hands are on his shoulders to support yourself. Your fingers fist his shirt as you begin to ride him. Raising yourself a few inches before slamming down on his cock with a loud moan escaping your lips. He reached the deepest spot inside of you like this. His cockhead grazing your spongy spot as you fucking yourself on his cock. Your arousal and his pre-cum being smeared all over your thighs.
The sight made his breath hitch, something you didn't notice as you were too busy with your eyes closed and taking his cock like a good wife. You looked completely debauched like this, your hair wild, your lips red and swollen, your hands digging into his shoulder. Your nipples are hard and obvious through the white dress.
He wasn't supposed to lose control, this was happening for a reason. No matter how many deem him God or devil in the end he was a man. And no man is perfect. He pulled you closer to him. One of his hands is on your back, pressing you to him. Another of his hands in your hair, tugging the strands without a care about how rough he is being. It makes you moan, your head on his chest now. His hips raise upwards to fuck you as he now lets out more vocal sounds of enjoyment.
His pace was slower than yours. Each thrust of his was made for his indulgence in your velvet walls. The drag of his cock was perfect, his speed however was making you feel insane. You needed him, faster, harder. Used would be a much more correct term. You wanted to be used by your husband. And right now, you were but it wasn't enough.
You let out mewls and whines to make him break his languid pace but Corio gives you no mind. His fingers interlanged in your locks, his hand still pressing you in and his strength made it so you couldn't take control. He was drunk in the pleasure your pussy gave, his head resting on his headrest, his lips parted to let out a grunt with every thrust.
You weren't a person for him, not right now, a fleshlight perhaps. It didn't matter what you felt, it mattered what Snow felt. Snow felt amazing, he felt stupid for denying himself this for months on end. He would never make the same mistake again.
Time passes and you don't know how long Corio has you like this, your nerves raw as your pussy impossibly sensitive. Tears were falling from your eyes and staining his shirt but moans slipped your lips every time he pushed in again.
“Corio, please,” you try to plead, raising your head to look at him. “Please, please can't anymore.” He turns his head to you, his fingers that you seemed to have forgotten were in your hair tugging your strands roughly.
That was it. You gasp out as the pain becomes a trigger to make you cum on his cock, your pussy tightening around his cock like a vice as the orgasm washes over your body. It was intense and you had snapped. “Sorry! Sorry!” You begin to sob, “I won't ever look at a man that's not you! Sn- Corio please!”
His languid thrust had sped up, his arms caging you to his chest. The last thing you heard before he spilled his seed inside of you was, “Snow lands on top.”
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hi babe! ur a great writer, just letting u know
can i request a carl x reader where when they get kicked out in like s6, shes like this rich kid who bribes the bank into getting their house back? like the cops are kicking them out and she just pulls up with a notice, shoves it in their face and the cops leave? i think it’d be hilarious
lots of love🤍🤍🤍
Sorry about the late reply. I'm trying to get back into things. I hope you enjoy it.♥
Rich Reader helps Carl when they are getting evicted
Carl couldn’t stand what was happening to the house, but he wasn’t going to bring you into it.
He thought with Fiona’s loan looming over his head it seemed possible. After the auction, he didn’t want you finding out.
That particular early morning, you heard the sound of your parents popping champagne in the kitchen, and you walked up to them and asked, “What are you guys celebrating?”
You dad answers, “You know our top salesmen got a house bought in the area we are trying to buy out; When any of them go down, it just means another one, and another one, and ano-”
“I get it.”
Seeing yet again no response from Carl, out of sheer boredom you look over at the stack of papers on the kitchen counter top and you ask, “Do you mind if I take a look?” Your moms eyes go wide and reach for the papers, which causes the papers to fall.
In distaste, your mom says, “Look what you did.”
You apologize and help pick them up and a familiar picture catches your eye. It was the Gallagher house, having been sold and marked with the day before.
You stand up and shout, “What is this?!”
Your father responds nonchalantly, “Don’t get all riled up…”
“Why the hell would you do this?”
“Not us. It’s just apart of the workload. We didn’t do it personally.”
“Yeah I’m sure. You hate Carl.”
“Yes, we don’t like that boy you hang out with. However, we didn’t go looking to do this. It’s just a bonus.” You shake your head at them and leave the house.
You are on the way to the Gallagher house when you see Carl sitting on a bench at the school track with Nick.
You go up to him and shove him before screaming, “Why didn’t you fucking tell me, bone head?”
Nick stands up, and Carl waves him off. Nick goes onto his bike and begins to ride the track. You shove Carl once more and wait for a response. He yells, “What are you on about women?!”
“Don’t fucking start, Carl!”
The threat calms him down as he lowers his voice and says, “What is it Y/N? Geez…”
“Uhmm…I don’t know. Your house being sold.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah, Shit. Why didn’t you tell me?””
“I didn’t want to worry you.”
“Carl...It’s me.”
“You wouldn’t have this problem.”
“Ouch…However, fair.” He snickers. You put a hand on his shoulder and comment, “You can tell me anything Carl. I’m here for you whatever you need.”
“Well, really there isn't much to do. They outbid us last night…Even after Fiona getting a loan, and everyone else scraping up what they could.”
“I could’ve helped.”
“No. Fiona didn’t want my money. I doubt she’d want yours. She wouldn't’ have taken it.”
“But, still-”
Carl's phone rings. It was Debbie, and she was freaking out. You could hear it as she yelled, “I need you like fucking now!” Carl looks over to you and says, “The cops are taking our stuff out.” You stand up and tell him, “Well, let's go.” Carl waves Nick over, and you head over to the house.
You can’t believe the sight of the he cops just taking their things out the house and throwing them like nothing. Carl notices that you haven’t moved from your spot and asks, “You’re not coming?”
“I have to do something. Before i go-” You hug Carl close, which gave you the chance to grab at Carl's gun.
You weren’t sure you’d need it, but something instinctive told you to take it,
Getting home, your quick to find the paper from the morning, you call the new owners, as you get ready to print a new contract that you’ve seen your parents make time and time again.
“Hello, thank you for your latest purchase without us. I was just calling to see if we could finish some final things today.” As they agree, you continue to say, “Great. Where can we meet?...A cafe? Would you mind texting the address to this number? Okay. I’ll see you there.”
Having all you paperwork, you rush to your room clearing out your savings and grabbing your checkbook. Then, you head over towards the city.
The couple look at you surprised, and they say,
“I’m sorry I thought we were supposed to be-”
“Meeting my parents?”
“I’m sorry for all the confusion.” You present an envelope to the table. “You recently bought that house; Now, my friend is going to be homeless. I know this isn’t your problem. However, I can still make this even better. I’ve got about 300,000 its way more than the cost you paid for the house and with that you could probably buy a new house. I have this contract of you releasing the house and your money from the auction will be given back. You just have to sign.”
“I don't know about this.”
You put on your best Carl impression before showing the gun in your pants and say, “Your going to fucking sign before I pop you right here.” You were shaking on the inside at all of it. However, they were quick to sign and rush out of there with the money. You let out air before grabbing the papers and trying to rush back to Carl. This had to have worked.
The police stand in front of Fiona, Carl, and Debbie. You take your keys out the car and slam the door shut and shout, “Stop right there!”
They all look at you funny.
You pull up the papers and look to Fiona before saying, “Fiona, I need you to sign this!”
“What is it?”
“Trust me.”
Fiona does so, and you unconsciously shove the papers at the cop. The cop asks, “What's this?”
You respond, “An agreement from the buyers. They've changed their minds about the house.”
“That means nothing.”
“It does when they sign the house off to Fiona, who has the means to pay any debts on the house and buy it back in full with this check.” You hand it off to the guy. “Getting the bank off our backs.”
They all cheer before Fiona comments, “Please leave my property. I’ve got cleaning to do.”
With grim faces, the police leave
Fiona hugs and kisses you in the cheek. Carl pulls you in right after and asks, “How is this even possible?”
“A combo of my parents and you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. You.”
You pull out his gun and hand it back to him.
“Shit.” He said before laughing and hugging you again. “Hey, Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“Forget your parents…You're one of us…Thank you.”
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brozoned
pairing— bsf nishimura riki x fem reader
genre— fluff, high school au
synopsis— riki’s crush can’t seem to stop calling him “bro”
warnings— teasing, probably grammatical errors
word count— 621
author’s note— pulled this bad boy outta my drafts
“ok class, looks like we’re done early. just stay in your seats and wait for the bell to ring before leaving!” your math teacher ordered while erasing the board.
“just a few more minutes until lunch,” you said as you began to answer a question on your math homework.
“finally, I’m starving” riki complained while watching you. you sat at the desk next to him, working diligently on the homework your teacher had just assigned.
“we just spent 40 minutes straight doing math problems, why are you doing even more math?” riki asked, somewhat disgusted.
“so I have less homework to do later,” you stated simply, picking up your calculator and punching in some numbers.
“I feel like you’re always doing homework,” riki replied.
“bro what?? I don’t think so,” you shrugged while writing down a number.
“oh really? then what else do you do?” riki asked.
“uhmm… well…” you started, beginning to lose focus on your homework.
“see? you don’t do anything else but study, you’re so boringgg,” riki said, rolling his eyes.
“me? boring? yeah right!” you scoffed, permanently shifting your attention away from your homework and now to riki.
“this is why you don’t have a boyfriend,” riki teased, which only made you more annoyed.
“excuse me?! I’ll have you know that I could easily get a boyfriend if I wanted one!” you defended yourself which only made riki laugh.
“what’s so funny?! you’re single too, idiot!” you snapped, making riki go silent.
“I don’t even think you have a crush on anyone because you’re such an anti-romantic,” you rolled your eyes before going back to working on your homework. but now riki was completely silent and the sudden silence was slowly killing you on the inside.
“you don’t have a crush on anyone…right?” you asked, looking back up at riki. he looked away, which made you go “ooooh” in a curious tone.
“so you dooo have a crush? tell me who it is!!” you insisted but riki shook his head no.
“tell me! tell me! tell meeee!” you begged, poking his shoulder.
“it doesn’t really matter. I don’t think I have a good chance with her anyways,” riki stated, hoping that you would stop bugging him.
“what do you mean ‘you don’t have a good chance?’” you asked, even more intrigued than before.
“well…” riki sighed, accepting his fate. he knew he had to tell you or else you wouldn’t stop annoying him.
“she keeps brozoning me…” riki admitted, making you tilt your head in confusion.
“brozoning you?” you asked.
“yeah, like she’s always calling me ‘bro.’ so I don’t think she likes me,” riki explained, which made you furrow your eyebrows.
“brooo that doesn’t even matter though,” you replied, trying to reassure riki.
however, riki just went silent again as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
whilst sitting in silence, the realization finally clicked in your brain, causing you to widen your eyes.
“oh,” you muttered, making riki slightly nod his head.
“yeah,” riki said under his breath, avoiding your gaze.
“well in that case… I think you have a pretty good chance with her,” you said whilst smiling, catching riki completely off guard.
before either of you could say anything else, the bell rang and your classmates began to rush out of the classroom. riki watched you put your folders and notebook into your backpack. with a small smile plastered across your face, you swung your bag over your shoulder and scurried out of the classroom. snapping back into reality, riki quickly shoved his belongings into his backpack, swung it over his shoulder, and ran out of the room after you.
I guess you could say riki was no longer in the “brozone.”
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Listen with my eyes
Kinktober day 20
Agatha Harkness x Fem Reader
Main kinks: teacher x student, brat taming.
Word count: 1,5K
Summary: You can't take your eyes off her body during her lectures, so she decides to teach you to behave.
Warnings: Smut, strap on use, finger fucking, school sex, brat taming, spanking/slapping, dom/sub, praise, degration, slight dubcon.
(Please tell me if I forgot anything)
This has been going on for a while now. It has actually been since your first day at college. Once you had laid eyes on Agatha Harkness, you couldn't take your eyes off of her again. Not only was she your history teacher, but she was also your coach. This meant you had to see her a lot, a constant distraction.
"(Y/n), can you please explain what I just said?" You had again dazed off, and Professor Harkness definitely noticed that. But what else could you do? When she had decided to put on her cherry red suit to work this morning, not thinking of the effect it would have on her students.
Your eyes meet hers, and you stumble over your words. "Uhmm I-I wouldn't kn-know, Professor." You awkwardly look in a different direction. Being good for her is all you want, but you just can't when she is so attractive.
"Hm, thought so. Put your mind elsewhere, young lady," Agatha says in a way as if she knows. As if she has seen your fingers buried deep within your own pussy in the middle of the night, with her on your mind. To you, it doesn't matter that she is about fifty while you are nineteen. You want her.
You manage to catch up with the work, as always. Even though you often pay more attention to the teacher than to what she's saying, you still want to get good grades for her. You want her to notice you in a different way from other students.
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That night, you're scrolling her instagram with a hand between your legs. It always feels so wrong, but so right. When you first went after her social media, you just checked Facebook. She was age fifty or up, so that's the platform she would use, right? Fifty year old women didn't use instagram. At least, that's what you thought. When you couldn't find her on the platform, it upset you, only for you to randomly come across her on instagram weeks later.
Now, every lonely night, you scroll through the pictures. Seeing her feed, you know that she knows what she's doing. Her feed even mentions the word 'milf' one or two times, which makes your insides burn even more.
Like every night, you rub tight circles on your clit with just the amount of lube that makes it feel the best. You settle on a picture and let the scenarios come. This is the only time you get this sinful, this dirty. You're an innocent girl, but this is the side Agatha gets out of you. Your dorm has thin walls, which often makes you bite down on your sheets to hold back moans. But in your mind, you're screaming out her name while she performs all kinds of crazy moves to get you off.
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The lecture hall is quiet, except for the sound of chalk on the chalkboard. No one speaks during Professor Harknesses lectures, not even a whisper. You are again settled in the front row since you got there a bit late, and everyone stays as far away from the history professor as possible. You don't mind the nice view, but it does push you back into your daydreaming.
"Enough, y/n. You can leave, come back at 5." You jump up at Agatha calling your name. You stare at her in disbelief. Your heartbeat raises, questions popping up in your head. Why? What did I do? You didn't notice you spoke those questions aloud until Professor Harkness chuckles, as if she enjoys this. "You're once again daydreaming during my lecture, which you always do. Why are you still coming to my lecture if you don't pay attention?"
Her voice has a bit of humour and a bit of anger, but there's something else you can't quite put your finger on. When you feel tears coming up, you quickly pack your stuff and get out of the hall. You don't know why you're crying. It's not that bad. So you guess it's just the thought of disappointing the 50 year old woman you look up to.
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"Do you know why you're here?" Agatha Harkness, your history professor, is sat on her desk chair with her legs up on the desk. An immediate reminder of why you are here. You came back at 5 like she told you to, after having a good cry, of course.
You feel the upset feeling coming back and try to shrug it off. Though your answer comes out with a sob. "Because I can't focus on the lesson. I promise I can be good but I can't control myself!" A tear rolls down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away.
Professor Harkness takes her feet off the desk, leaning forward to cup your cheek. "Don't worry, sweet girl. Those words sound familiar to me. I used to be like you. As your coach, I know you. You just need a little training." She wipes away another tear rolling down your face.
"Training?" It sounds odd to you. What did she mean by that? Tutoring wouldn't help with this kind of concentration problem. Especially with her, since she kind of is the problem.
Her eyes hold your gaze. "You're a brat, darling. If you can't listen to me properly, you need to learn that." She walks around the desk while taking off her suit jacket. You're so mesmerised by the way she moves, you didn't notice she was still talking. You get smacked out of your thoughts, a sting left on your cheek.
"Ouch!" You shriek and rub your cheek, but Agatha pulls you up by your chin. "I was going to give you a normal introduction to our training, but apparently, you need it more than I thought. Can't even listen to me for more than ten seconds without getting distracted by my body, such a pathetic whore," she speaks while pushing your front over the desk and flipping your skirt up.
Within seconds, one of Professor Harknesses big veiny hands is grabbing your pussy through your undies, making you whimper. "Through all of this, you will pay attention to my words. The better you listen, the less red will be on your face when we're done. Understood?" A calloused finger has slid into your delicate undies, rubbing yoir clit as if she has done this many times and knows your body through and through. "I understand, Professor."
"Good." Agatha leans over you kiss your neck, still rubbing your clit. You're soaking wet by now. "Okay darling, do you touch yourself?" Her finger starts teasing your entrance.
The question somehow manages to turn you on even more. "Yes, professor." You earn some praising, but then you get lost in bliss. Your professor rudely pulls you out of it by delivering a smack to your cheek.
"Pay attention, doll. How many fingers can you fit inside?" One long finger gets pushed halfway in before being pulled back again. She kind of just keeps teasing that way.
"T-two. Haven't tried anything more!" Those last words come out with a squeal as she pushes one whole finger into you, setting up a steady rhythm. You immediately come to notice how one of her fingers is much bigger than one of yours.
Agatha shortly pulls away to slide your underwear down. You also hear a belt being unbuckled. "And how many times do you touch yourself?" You can hear the grin in her voice. It sounds like she is sliding her trousers down with one hand, the other still occupied by your pussy.
"Every night," you whimper. There goes your innocence. You cry out when the professor pushes in another finger. "Too much!"
Agatha chuckles. "No, no, definitely not too much." She starts up a rough pace in your hole, hitting all the right spots. This will make you go feral. "I'm intrigued, darling. What do you think about when you have your knuckles deep in your tiny hole? Or do you watch something on that slutty phone of yours?"
When you don't respond, lost in pleasure, she delivers a smack to your full bottom. "You! Your instagram, I scroll on it every time my hand is in my undies." You sob with the confession.
"So you found my instagram? Fascinating. Are you sure that you can be good?" Agatha pulls away her fingers, but lines something solid, silicone up with your pussy. Her other hand keeps rubbing your bundle of nerves, making you clench on nothing.
"No! No, I can be good for you, I promise. Please, professor!" The begging was all it took for your professor to thrust her strap in, setting up a brutal pace.
Agatha chuckles, almost cackles. "You can be good, you say? I hope you remember why you're here. Let's see how long you can keep up while I explain everything you missed during today's history lesson."
#marvel#kinktober#wlw smut#fanfic#fanfiction#agatha harkness#agatha harkness smut#agatha all along#agatha harkness x reader#teacher x student#sesbian lex
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drawing req uhmm what about drawing somebody else's joel design
@marsmarbles design! their idea and execution and everything is honestly genius and their artstyle is so so cool! it was literally the first thing i thought of when i saw this ask,
i hope i did it justice! Thank you for the ask!
(art reqs are open btw - anything you'd like feel free to ask!!)
#i kinda dunno how i feel about this one - so i really hope you like it person-who-asked!#hermitcraft#life series#trafficblr#empires smp#hermitblr#minecraft sos#smallishbeans#joel smallishbeans#me art
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𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭? 𝓷𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓶!
saw this and it made me go bonkers dude 😩 go read all of abi's stuff, she's easily one of my favorite content creators out there for sure!
wc: 2.6k
warnings: fem!dom, sub!yuta, pegging, lots of cum, whiny whiny yuta, pet names (giving), good boy, pretty boy, baby. yuta lets mommy slip once, overstim(male receiving), dacryphilia, praise and dumbification
use of the color system: green = go, yellow = slow (no use of red!)
not proofread!
🗡CHARACTERS OF AGE/AGED UP
He always had a hard time relieving stress, being the one to possibly have to replace his mentor takes a toll on a guy.
Yuta's safe place had always been in your arms, and each time he'd finally take a break from practice he would almost instantly reach for his phone, checking if there was a new text from you.
Every time he saw your name pop up on his screen, he'd smile- no matter how tired he felt.
The little heart by your name is a gentle reminder he was yours, and you his. You always were able to brighten his mood- but now? Now he could barely think of anything else besides how the sheets looked under him- how suddenly shaky his legs felt as he sat on his hands and knees, his naked rear up in the air.
You were gently caressing his back, successfully running shivers down his spine every time your nails scratched his soft skin.
"Doin' so good for me, yuta." You complemented into his ear, your voice low. A bite was given to his earlobe, gently tugging the skin between your teeth before the sensation was quick to vanish- leaving him wanting more.
He no longer felt the heat of your bare chest pressed against his back, but instead you began to beckon him to look at you.
Hesitantly, he turned his head around- his dark blue eyes staring into your own. He gulped, watching with eyes wide as you adjusted the strap that situated itself on your hips, letting out a shaky breath as he saw the length of the purple object.
He shut his eyes tightly and turned away, squeezing the sheets beneath his fists tighter.
"Hey, baby.. don't be so tense, okay?" Your gentle touch on his back made him jump slightly, his gaze moving from the pillow by his head to your face, some of his tension in his body releasing at how you rubbed at his back slowly.
"S-sorry...just.." He took a deep breath, moving off of his hands and knees to sit- looking at you while his hands gripped tightly at the blanket.
"No, no. Don't say sorry.." You reached up to his cheek, melting at how he instantly leaned into your touch. He visibly relaxed at how you caressed him lovingly, even bringing his own hand to rest against your own.
"sorry..." He meekly whispered, tilting his head to the side to place a gentle soft kiss against the palm of your hand, holding your hand close to him as he softly kissed at it.
"Color?" You smiled to him softly, your tone sweet and gentle as you made sure what the two of you were doing was okay.
"uhmm....yellow..?" He shrugged, not sounding very confident considering how shaky the word came out.
"can the pretty boy turn back around f' me?" You question with an eyebrow raised, your voice still soft and steady as you read his expression- making sure everything was good still.
He slowly nodded his head, gulping as he crawled back onto his hands and knees, opting to hide his face in the pillows.
"Shh, shh baby- relax okay?" You shushed him, one hand rubbing at his hip while the other slowly rubbed the lube on the outside of his hole. He shivered when what he assumed was your thumb began to rub slow circles against him.
He tried to steady his breathing, insead focusing on how your hand caressed his hip and side.
"Good boy, breathe justtt like that.." You comforted him, your hand slowly moving from his hip to push gently at his back. He followed your movements, allowing you to push his chest further into the bed.
He whimpered slightly as he felt your finger slowly enter him, shivering as you slowly stretched him out with just one finger.
All sorts of praises slipped from your lips, your other hand reached around his middle to caress at his neglected cock. He whimpered as your hand gently grazed his messy cockhead.
"So wet, yu....haven't even touched you that much yet..." You watched as he let out a loud whimper when another finger slipped into his heavily lubed ass.
"I....um....like it-" he mumbled out, his voice weak and wobbly.
"What's your color, pretty boy~?" You purred into his ear, your fingers slowly stretching him out- drawing a long whine from him.
"gr-greeen.." His breath got caught in his throat as you spread your fingers wider inside of him, the feeling new to him but certainly not unwelcome.
He let out a sad grumble when you removed your fingers, a small pout forming on his face.
"why'd you stop..?" He asked quietly, turning his head to the side, his cheek now pressing into the pillow so he could get a look at your face, the look was kind yet mischievous.
"cuz' i’m gonna put it in now, mkay?" You rubbed the small of his back, pushing on it so his chest was fully against the bed- causing him to have an arch that was mouth watering to look at.
"okay..." His voice was quiet, muffled by the fact he had turned his head back into the pillow, burying his face into the scent of you.
He squeaked when he felt the head of the strap on push against his hole, his breathing unsteady and mouth running dry as his eyes watered from the new sensation.
"Keep breathing, pretty boy, doin 's good for me...." You held his hips, rubbing slow, comforting circles into his skin.
He didn't say anything, but you saw how he nodded against the pillow. You reached one of your hands to his own and he instantly grabbed at it, letting you pull his hand behind his back so you could hold it.
"you're so pretty like this, yuta..." You softly complemented, stilling for a moment when he tensed up. The hand that held him squeezed it comfortingly a few times, and only when his grip loosened on your hand did you begin to push into him again.
"holy-" He swore quietly into the pillow, his mouth open as he took deep breaths.
"takin' me so well...almost fully in, okay?" You leaned down to place a soft kiss against his spine, making him shiver. He let out a surprised noise when he felt your hips meet his own.
"tell me when I can move, okay pretty boy?" You gave his hand another reassuring squeeze, letting go of his hand when he tried to move it back to squeeze at the fabric of the pillow his head was on.
After a few moments, instead of speaking- Yuta wiggled his hips side to side, letting out a low groan at the feeling.
"move, please...." He panted out breathlessly, instantly letting out a loud high pitched moan when you pulled out of him almost all the way, leaving just a few inches inside of him.
Right when he was about to tell you to move again, you did a slow, deep thrust into him. You took his loud cry as encouragement to continue snapping your hips against his, your hands gripping on his hips and leading him back into the silicone cock.
Each time your hips met his thoughts seemed to be slipping further and further- the only thing he knew was that it felt good, like, way better than he even began to think of.
"So pretty like this-" You complimented him between thrusts, eyes watching carefully as one of his hands slithered under him.
His hand barely grazing his abandoned cock was enough to let a loud broken whine pass his lips. He fisted the sheets tighter as his fingers barely touched the wet head of his swollen, red cock.
If you looked hard enough- well, looked at all really, you'd be able to see how his precum pooled out of his tip and leaked onto the blankets below him.
You stopped, and almost the second you did the whine he let out from the sudden loss of contact was flat out pornographic.
"yu, baby? Can you turn around for me, pretty boy?" You pulled out of him with a soft 'pop!' and he pushed himself off the bed, cringing at how his fluids covered the bed- frowning at how the lower half of his stomach was wet- had he really been enjoying it that much?
You watched as he wiggled to lay on his back, arching upwards so his own precum that was on the sheets wouldn't touch his skin.
"Spread for me, my pretty boy.." You positioned yourself between his thighs, grabbing one of his legs to lift it up towards his chest.
"Can you hold this f'me?" You smiled when you saw him nod and shakily bring his hand up to grab at the underside of his knee, holding it up while you re-positioned the fake cock to his hole.
"wait- n-no don't!" He whined out as you quickly bottomed out inside of him, his free hand moved to slap itself over his mouth- muffling the obscene noises that passed his lips as your hips met.
The second your hand reached his cock your hand was easily able to twist up and down it slowly- having plenty of wet to work with.
"m'gonna....I don't want to already-" He whimpered out- his breathing shallow as he shut his eyes tightly, the hand over his mouth pushed down further to where you were unable to understand anymore.
"Awe don't hold back handsome...." You slowed down your hand but kept up the same pace while thrusting in and out of him.
You only wish you could feel how he clenched around the fake cock slamming in and out of him- but decided the fucked out look on his face was enough for now.
"Yuta, baby- look at me.." You reached the hand that wasn't holding his cock between your hand and grabbed at his wrist, moving it off of his mouth.
With his hand out of the way you could see how he was drooling, the way tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he tried his best to keep them open and looking at you like you'd asked.
"Feel good baby? Gonna cum f'me?" You whispered, your thrusts slowing, but instead you put most of your energy into forming your hand into an 'o' shape and greedily fisting his cock, drawing high pitched pretty whines from his open mouth.
"please- I wanna....please-..." The grip he had on his thigh that held his leg up tightened- the other one trying to grab at you in any way it could.
His larger hand grabbed at your breast, frantically squeezing as his breathing picked up. His hand stopped moving and he threw his head back onto the pillow.
"Does a pretty boy wanna cum?" You asked, watching as his face contorted with pleasure- your hips thrusted faster into his own, your hand moving up and down along his wet cock.
"gonna c-" He couldn't get the words out of his mouth before it was cut off with a loud cry as he came, thick ropes spraying all over your hand and onto your chest, coating your hand that didn't falter its brutal pace.
"w-wait wait stop-" Tears began rolling down his cheeks, eyes trying to focus on how you continued to fist his cock- your thrusts slowing down yet not completely stopping.
"What's your color, pretty boy?" You leaned closer to him, halting your movements while nipping at his ear- successfully sending shivers down his spine once more.
"nono- don't stop, please-" He whined, grabbing at your wrist to try and get you to keep moving.
"color?"
"fuck-" He swore through gritted teeth, hissing as he blinked fat tears out of his eyes.
"Green- please, mommy- nggh~" He couldn't form words anymore- hell, he couldn't even get anything but broken sobs out of his mouth.
"Look so pretty like this, yu....should've let me do this when I asked the first time~" You purred into his ear and all he could do was dumbly nod, his face scrunching up yet again as he gripped harshly at your breast.
You nibbled and kissed under his jaw, pulling out of him while continuing to jerk him off, the wet sounds filling the room while you used his own cum as lube as a means to overstimulate him.
"nuh uh- m' not-" He shook his head from side to side, his mouth open as he tried taking breaths to steady himself.
"say you are n' i'll let you cum again-" Almost the second you whispered into his ear he started sputtering all sorts of praises- for you, and for himself in hopes of you making him cum again.
"oh- yes, pretty- yes m' prettyyy fuckkk- please~?" He gripped at your wrist in an attempt to get you to move again, and you almost didn't; but the way his body was shaking made you decide that you'd play nice (for now, anyway.)
The second you picked up the pace again it was faster than before, his moans picked up in volume and in how drawn out they were- you could tell he was already close again by the way his back arched further up, ignoring the sticky feeling on his back from where his precum once was.
"gonna cum- please c'n I?" He begged through broken sobs, his hand on your wrist tightening enough to bruise in the morning for sure.
"cum for me pretty boy, please?" You sweetly mewled into his ear, other hand moving to cusp at the base of his cock- squeezing it while you gave extra attention to the sensitive tip, quickly pushing him over the edge yet again.
"fuuck! cumming- m' i'm-" His hips bucked into the air as he came once again, his moans turning into high pitched cries of your name and curses.
Your hand came to a stop- a giggle passed by your lips as you slowly pulled your hand away, thick globs of white and cream coloured cum sticking in-between your fingers.
"did so good, pretty.." You leaned up to him to place a kiss to his temple, the hand not coated in his fluids brushing hairs off of his forehead that was dampened with his sweat.
He just hummed in acknowledgement, his eyes closed as his breathing ever so slowly evened out.
"....thank...s" He managed to whisper out after a few moments of silence, his voice hoarse and shaky from its overuse.
"anytime." You flirtatiously winked at him, drawing a small chuckle out. You kissed his forehead once more before moving away to go clean yourself up- admiring how tired he looked with a fond smile on your face as you left the room.
~BONUS~
"hey, yu?" you called from the bathroom, your boyfriend in the other room only whined quietly out to let you know he was listening.
"I don't think I've heard you swear so much before!" you laugh out, returning with a cup of water and a wet rag to clean him up with.
"It felt good! What was I supposed to do? say "oh great heavens!" " He laughed loudly, tiredly smiling at you as you swatted his hand that tried grabbing the wet rag from your own.
"you're ridiculous sometimes." you shook your head with a small chuckle, quickly returning the whispered "you love me though!" with an
"until I rot."
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Bunny In Heat
(Cat In Heat sequel)
Read Cat In Heat and you’ll know what to expect 😊
Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / fem!reader
Rating: Very Explicit!
Theme: Smut, 18+ NO MINORS.
Warnings: It's just pure filth, I have no shame, sorry! soft dom reader, sub minho, toys, butt plug, spanking, edging, overstimulation, pet names, unprotected sex (do not try at home!), (and as usual, I keep some elements of surprise!), not proofread
Word count: 3 k
“OMG!! What’s this?!” you scream.
“What’s what?” he turns his head towards your direction.
You show him the vid from the fan meeting where Chan, Hyunjin and Changbin are dancing with tails attached to their coats.
“Oh that! Yea it turned out to be such a popular clip among fans, you saw it just now?”
“If you ain’t on it I’m not watching, I’m that loyal!” you bat your lashes looking at him with a fake smile.
“You mean I won’t find any pics or clips of other members in your gallery?” He called your bluff.
“uhmm that’s irrelevant! Now tell me more about this clip!! Is there a longer version? Maybe one with you in it?”
“No, I’m not in it, but the idea was mine, thanks to you!” he says with a smirk.
“You didn’t… tell me you didn’t talk about our sex life with your members!”
“What if I did?”
You freeze, just stare at him with your jaw dropped on the floor. When his words sink in, you hide your face in your hands and shout: “MIN-FUCKING-HOE, WHY?”
He laughs at your reaction: “I can’t help it that you’re so mind-blowingly awesome that I wanna brag about you all the time.”
“It’s so embarrassing! How am I ever supposed to look them in the eyes again?” you shake your head as if you could shake the embarrassment off too.
“Oh calm down, it’s okay. They’ve known for a while; you’ve already looked them in the eyes plenty of times.”
“Oh fuck! You’re so shameless, I’m done with you.” you cry out, punching him in the chest.
He grabs your wrists with one hand and with the other puts the hair messily covering your face from all the attempt of shaking off the embarrassment, behind your ears.
“Awe cute! Look how red your ears got.” He’s not taking it seriously, it’s obviously not a big deal to him, but you’re still pretty mad and don’t even look him in the eyes.
“Come on princess, I promise you they don’t even care.”
“Well, with that clip I’m sure they at least have a very solid reminder.”
“How does it feel to be the reason of a key moment in skz history?” he jokes but you’re not having it.
“Oh, fuck off! Just know that you owe me one.”
“I owe you as much as you say, no arguing that.” He cups your face and seals his words with a kiss.
“Then wear a tail for me.” You demand.
He looks confused but plays along: “Okay? Do you want me to sneak one from the company?”
“No, I don’t want those crappy ones, and is there like a room full of furry accessories at the company or sth?!!”
“I don’t think there is; I shouldn’t’ve offered that!”
“I’ll take care of it then.” Poor thing doesn’t know what’s gonna hit him. You already forgot about the unveiling of your sex life, if anything, now it’s just an excuse to get what you want from him.
Two weeks later, when you finally gathered all the items you needed, you present him his little outfit. A bunny head piece and a matching tail, choker and cuffs, all adorned with frilly fabrics and little jewels. You didn’t wanna cover his beautiful body, so you kept the items to a minimum. He gulps as he eyes the shiny plug poking at the end of the tail.
“You asked me to wear a tail, not a plug” He complains.
“But the plug is attached to the tail, how else did you expect to wear the tail?”
“Attach it to my shorts or sth?”
“But that would look off and ugly” you reason. “Come on baby! I promise it’s not that bad, and you would look so delicious. Pretty please?” you pout and wait for his answer, as much as you wanna do unspeakable things to him, you wouldn’t lay as much as a finger on him if he wasn’t okay with it. Same goes with wearing the plug.
“Okay I’ll do it” he finally gives in. “but why is it so girly?” he points to the cute decorations.
“Says the guy who wears red bows and tiaras for a living!!” you raise and eyebrow giving him a “you’re full of shit” look.
“fair point” once again, he surrenders. “So is that it? I’m just gonna fuck you wearing these?”
“Why don’t you go change and wait for me on the bed, I’ll tell you how it’s gonna be” you give him a smack on the ass sending him towards your bedroom.
“Ouch!” the smack caught him off guard.
“Oooh baby, you gotta toughen up if you wanna survive tonight” he roles his eyes at you words and disappears into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
After a few minutes, you tiptoe and press your ear to the door, you can hear him still shuffling around, and when you hear him curse you realize he must be trying the plug. Arousal is pooling between your legs already. You wanna barge in and give him a hand but you think it’s better for the sake of his dignity if he gets through this part on his own, considering the rest of the events you’ve planned.
“I’m ready” he calls out.
Your heart is pounding in your chest with excitement. You open the door and peek in. He’s kneeling near the edge of the bed, back facing you so you can see the tail, neck craning to see the expression on your face. “You look so pretty baby boy” you say as you approach him in awe. You notice the blush creeping up to his cheeks at the compliment and he turns his around to hide it but you can still see his crimson ears.
Standing behind him, your fingers dance on his toned back and travel down to pet the fluffy tail. You don’t even touch the plug but playing with the extension of the tail alone earns you a few airy whimpers.
“Aweeee! Is my bunny’s tail sensitive?” you ask, twirling the tail around your hand. He doesn’t answer, probably too ashamed to admit.
“Baby if you don’t answer me, I can’t make you feel good” you coo at him lovingly “what if you don’t get to cum at all?” you give the tail an experimental tug and he winces. “So, tell me baby, does it feel good when I play with your cute tail?”
“Yea… it feels good…" he admits in a low tone.
“Now turn around baby, I wanna see that pretty face”
He complies and shifts around on the bed while you rid yourself of your clothes and reveal the lingerie you’d bought for this special occasion.
“God, you’re breathtaking!” he exclaims. You crawl on the bed and he watches you with blown pupils. You straddle him and his arms are quick to circle around you and pull you closer. He starts nibbling at your collarbone but you push him back. He looks at you confused, trying to figure out what he did wrong.
“Do you trust me baby?” you ask, giving him a quick peck on his lips.
“I do” he answers, nuzzling his nose to your neck.
“Then no touching or kissing without my permission, okay?”
“But..” you put a finger on his lips to shush him. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I might have to tie them up” you bend down over the edge of the bed to take a box you put under the bed earlier, giving him a good view of your folds barely covered by the piece of lingerie in the process.
You show him your hidden inventory, with handcuffs and satin ribbons and a few other unfamiliar stuffs. You notice his semi-hard cock twitching. You grab an item from the box “do you remember our safe word?” you ask as you stroke his cock slowly.
“Ye… yes..”
“Good boy, now remember, you can end up cumming inside, or not cumming at all, so behave” you warn him one last time as you message his balls before putting them inside the loop of a pink cock ring and then roll the other loop to his base. He watches in disbelief; he did not see it coming. You reach for your phone on the nightstand, open an app and set the vibration to the lowest setting. He closes his eyes and throws his head back, enjoying the excruciatingly slow buildup of the pleasure. He leans back on his hands, slightly arching his back, his chest heaves up and down, bringing the pointy dusky nipples to your attention. As much as you enjoy the view, you still need to ravish him.
“Get on fours baby” your voice snaps him out of his trance. He complies and you position yourself behind him. If he could he would wag the tail at your face, showing you what a good boy he is for you.
You kiss his thighs, marking him here and there, then give his cheek a little squeeze, his ass goes higher in the air, needing more attention from you. You twist the plug around and his face goes further down to the mattress, muffling his moans.
“You know what we never tried? Milking your prostate” without a warning you yank the plug out and replace it with your fingers. He hisses at the sudden action.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make you feel good” your fingers message his walls in search of the bundle of nerves and you know you found it when he suddenly goes: “Aaaaah…”
“What happened?” you decide to mess around a bit.
“There…”
“Where? Did I find it?” you miss it on purpose just to press harder the next time you “accidentally” brush over it. He fists the sheets and lets out another high-pitched moan.
“Right... there”
“Oh! Here?” you rub it again and he squirms. You pick a steady pace thrusting your fingers in and out, hitting his sweet spot with every thrust. His little “ah… ah… ah…” makes your own core throb. You land a spank on his ass that ripples through it beautifully, jolting his body forward a bit.
“Please…more…”
“More what bunny?”
“Sla …. Aaaah…” you give it to him before he can even say the word. You give him a few more till your hand print is burning bright red on his cheek.
“Cum…. Hurts…” he’s such a mess he can’t even form sentences anymore.
“But don’t you wanna fuck me?” you say as you brutally press harder on his prostate and set the vibration to a higher speed.
“I do…. Please…. Hurts” he cries out.
You stop your ministrations on his prostate and guide his hips to roll him on his back. He whines at the loss. He’s such a sight to see. Hair sticking out in all directions, tears spilling from his closed eyes, his aching shaft rock hard, the tip red and swollen, begging for release. Your mouth waters, you kiss his erection from base to tip, lick the head and wrap your lips around it. He jerks his hips as your tongue pokes under the slit.
“Pleeeeeease…” he arches his back off the bed, his toes curling at the climax that just won’t hit.
You release his cock with a pop:“Open your eyes bunny” you hover above him; he looks at you with glossy eyes.
“I’ve been ...good … please…”
“Okay sweet baby,” you kiss his teary eyes “but you should get it up again, okay?” he nods his head “yes”.
You kiss him and reach your hand down and fumble with the ring to pull it off. He lets out a guttural moan as he shoots up, his load getting everywhere. You pump him till the last drop is spilled and his cock starts to go limp in your hand. You tug at it a few more times just to tease and hear his tiny annoyed voice asking you to stop.
“We can’t stop now baby, not after you got me so turned on by your needy pleas and all” you grind down on his sticky member, mixing his seeds with the arousal leaking through the thin fabric covering your soppy pussy.
You reach for the box and feed him the last piece of the aphrodisiac chocolate: “Here’s a little treat for a good bunny”.
“Can I touch you now? Please” he asks, still being a good boy even though had had his release. You look at his hands, the lacy cuffs around his wrists make his dainty fingers a thousand times more delicious looking. You grab one hand and bring it to your lips, kissing its knuckles, then guide it to your pussy. “See what you made of me?” his fingers slip through the gap in the fabric and get sticky with your arousal. You bring the hand back up to lick the fingers clean.
“You can touch me love, and kiss too” hearing this, he sits up to properly hold you and kiss you, his hands rubbing the smooth skin on your sides, running up and down your back, squeezing your breasts, suddenly they’re everywhere. He’s kissing you like a man starved, pulling at your bottom lip, sucking on your tongue, you pick up the faint taste of chocolate still lingering in his mouth. You let him have his feast, kissing you and marking you everywhere, your fingers pulling at his damp hair encourage him to leave darker marks you know will last for at least a week.
He sucks at the exposed skin of your breasts while cupping and kneading the clothed part. You stop him and lift his chin up to look him in the eye. God, he looks like such a mess! Saliva smearing on his mouth, his eyes a bit red and still glossy, his cheeks flushed. You kiss the tip of his nose: “do you wanna suck on my tits?” you ask and he nods. “Then take this like the good boy you are” you instruct him to get on fours again. You circle his rim with a finger and he shivers with excitement, You insert a finger in, it’s still somewhat loose, then unbeknownst to him, you insert a small vibrator and turn it on. You see his dick twitch between his thighs, followed by a series of muffled moans.
“Aweeee! Look you’re getting hard again! What a slut!” you tease and then enter the plug so it’s pressing the vibrator harder against his prostate.
“Turn around bunny, I wanna ride you.” he does as ordered. Meanwhile you take your lingerie off, and straddle him as soon as he finds a somewhat comfortable position with the vibrator and the plug still invading his hole. You rub your core on his semi-hard dick: “what got you hard again my little slut? Was it the chocolate or the vibrator?” you ask as you brush his hair away from his eyes.
“You, you did it” he says before pulling you in for a kiss. You smile against his lips, he’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted. You kiss some more till you feel his erection poking at you, so you line it with your entrance and slide down. He rests his head on your shoulder as you take him in, huffs of hot breath tickle your bare skin. As you start to move your hips, his lips travel down to take the reward you promised him. He sucks on your tits like his life depends on it. The wet noises he makes mixed with his moans and groans every time you drop on his cock a bit too hard, get your juices flowing even more. Your thighs are burning and from the way they shake, he notices you can’t go like this for much longer.
He stops your hips: “let me fuck you”.
“Please do” you let go, you don’t wanna be in control anymore, you just need a good fuck and he’ll make sure you’ll get it.
He flips you around and enters you from behind. Holding back all night practically made him feral. He pulls the vibrator out but keeps the plug in, that was the main point after all, fucking you while looking like a bunny! His hips snap into you, firm and strong. Your moans hiccup with every thrust of his hips.
“So good…. So tight…” he picks up his pace yet he never fails to hit the spot that makes you see stars.
“Minho-ya….” his name falls off your lips as you clench around his cock, one of the telltales of your nearing orgasm.
“Fuck baby…. cum for me” and you fall apart. He gives you a few slow thrusts to help you ride your climax before He goes back to grabbing your hips tighter and pounding into you despite your squirming. The over stimulation makes you whimper and whine.
“You’re doing great…. Just a bit more…. It’s okay….” He encourages you till he finally shoots his load up your pussy. “Fuck…. so good…” he collapses next to you panting. You roll on your side to face him, he’s still recovering his breath, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, sweat shining on his face. You kiss the hair stuck to his temple. He opens his eyes, giving you a crooked smile.
“You were such a good bunny” you pat his hair and take the headpiece off that somehow managed to stay there the entire night. Your hand travels down his back to gently take the plug out. You massage over the rim, trying to soothe any discomfort that might be there.
“I almost can’t believe all we did tonight” he says in a low tone, his voice is evidently sleep weary.
“Well, now you have another unbelievable story to tell your friends” you joke.
“I wonder what punishment that would earn me”.
“I’m afraid next time I won’t be so nice!”
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sylus x reader - nsfw sylus headcanons
18+ mdni | sylus x reader
a/n: so this is my first time writing smut,,, uhmm enjoy!
eating his favourite meal
he loves having you sit on his face. when he says “to sit” he means all of your weight. the feeling of eating you out truly feels like it is his favourite meal with the way he attempts to devour you. he licks, slurps, and almost drinks from you. and while his mouth his busy - his hands work up and down to keep you at his mercy. you may be on top - but don’t get it twisted. he is the one in control.
"cmon sweetie, put your entire weight down on me, won't you?" his tongue slobbers all over your pussy, spit and slick missing together on his tongue. his hands are rubbing up and down your body, caressing your legs and wherever else he can reach. he bites your inner thigh, making you gasp out of surprise. he is quick to soothe the bite but even quicker to dive back into your folds. the sounds he makes are obscene and at some point you wonder if he can even breathe.
pace
sylus prefers long sessions. the ones with long foreplay, he loves to tease you verbally but also physically - there’s nothing quite like seeing you all desperately begging for him to take action. when the brat in you has calmed down, and the only thing on your mind is pleasure. but even when sylus gives in to your requests, he does it at his own pace. he’ll start by teasing your neck. licking, kissing, and whispering filthy words to you. drinking in all of your moans, sighs, and pretty noises that manages to escape from you. he marks you, finally letting out the beast inside of him that needs to see physical proof that you belong to him. and while you slowly get drunk on pleasure, he bites at the juncture of your neck, making you moan and putting your hands in his hair. needing something to pull or else you would most certainly go crazy.
but now sylus moves to your breasts, he surprisingly starts out gentle, a big contrast from the biting from beforehand. he uses his fingers and caresses the nipples, swirling them around. he cups your breasts and brings his lips down. with his tongue now licking you, the heat between your legs fires up even more. every moment feels like the sweetest kind of torture - yet you wouldn’t ask for anything else. and sylus knows this clearly as well. he teases around the nipple, never quite touching where you want him to.
“sylus, cmon- ah,” he finally touches your nipple but instead of a gentle touch like you had expected, he bit you. the leash on his ferocity loosened a bit.
“what did you say hm ?” sylus’ tone deepened, the crimson in his eye becoming brighter. in the darkness it was like looking into a blood red moon. you sighed in pleasure, your thoughts filling up with sylus and the devouring look of his. his hands travel down your body, tracing every crevice of yours, and finally reaching down to your folds. sylus is in it for the long game.
in his lap
more often than not, you would end up in sylus’ lap. and now you were seated on his cock. the stretch was so deep and you felt as if the dick reached your throat. it was all-consuming. it was addictive. it was almost too much. keyword almost. with great effort you began to move with sylus’ hands on your hip - effortlessly guiding you.
“cmon kitten, i’m sure you can go much faster,”
“nghh sylus, aah- shut up,”
“now, now, let’s not use such crass words, it wouldn’t be befitting for your pretty mouth to say such words,” tsk! sylus that cocky bastard. if he didn’t want to stay quiet, you would make him shut up.
you moved your hips in circles, up and down, almost dropping yourself on his cock. your hands were on his back scratching whenever his dick hit a spot that made your toes curl. “aah nghh, wait, wait, wait- i’m, i’m not gonna last long sylus,” you moan, lifting your hips up to lessen the pleasure. but before you can take a breath, sylus’ hands pull you down and his dick grinds up in you. trying to search for unknown depths. your hands are on his chest to steady you, but with the fast pace you wrap your hands around his shoulders. your pussy milks him for every last drop he has. bringing your lips together, wrapping your legs around him, and clenching your cunt, you finally give into the pleasure.
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uhmm how about cowboy! toji and his little farm wife? who just loves to ride him whenever he’s not busy around the farm?
that’s the most precious thing i’ve ever heard and lowkey my dream🥹thank u love.
ride the shit out of him when he’s done working around the field and the farm, all sweaty and tired, working hard to make the little place a good environment for your future babies to grow up in.
“honey, i gotta get in the shower..” he’d moan out but his body would react otherwise, angling his hips just right to make his pretty wife feel good, big hands all dirty from working all day gripping your soft hips after you’ve lifted up your dress, loving how you never wore anything underneath it.
you’d tell him how much you love him, how hardworking he is and how happy he makes you for working so hard to make this a nice place for your family to live at.
and he’d smile at you so lovingly, having fucking heart eyes for his wife, the love of his life, not having his eyes for anybody else because oh, you’re all he needs.
“i-i’m gonna cum..” you’d whimper out, bouncing on his cock and letting out a little surprised gasp once the male would hug you tightly and began to fuck you nice and hard form underneath, wrapping you up in his gentle embrace, breathing in his musk and oh, that’s all you needed to finish, coming nice and hard on your husband’s dick, gripping the back of his still sweaty hair.
“i love you so much, sweetheart.” he’d hum out, slowing down and just carefully bouncing you on his cock, knowing how sensitive you’d always get, kissing the side of your face.
you were scared to take this big step with toji once he came with the idea of owning a farm and living pretty much cut off from everything and everyone.
but oh, you loved it, maybe even more than him. you’d be so happy to take care around the house, wash the dishes while toji would work outside, taking care of the few animals you both had.
it was such a simple and soft way of living and it was very much healing for the both of you. it never got lonely with toji around, always coming inside the house every few hours to check on you.
“i-i love you so much, t-to..” you’d say softly, hugging him tight, so so fucked out, just staying cuddled up to your husband, enjoying each other’s company and being able to wind down after another day at the farm.
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