#working out sm of the kinks in the first half and thinking

[raekensluver]

could you write something about arthurtv and reader are dating and have been having sex in a pretty vanilla way for a while. then something happens between the two where Arthur discovers that he likes to be submissive in bed. im imagining some sort of service kink/praise kink. he’s shy at first but quickly opens up!! thanks in advance i love your work sm xx

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i tried lol...i'm not too good at writing dom!reader

contains: suggestive content/smut(?), established relationship

sub!arthur frederick x dom!fem!reader

it happens naturally. no big conversation. no planned change.

just a moment- small, quiet- where something clicks.

you’re straddling him, hips moving slow and steady, your hands braced on his chest. he’s already breathless beneath you, eyes half-lidded, fingers digging into the sheets like he’s holding on for dear life.

and then you say it. barely above a whisper.

“you’re being so good for me.”

his head tips back with a groan. sharp, sudden, like the words physically hit him.

you pause. tilt your head.

“you liked that.”

arthur blinks up at you, chest rising fast, pink dusting the tips of his ears.

“i…yeah. i think i did.”

you smile, slow and sweet. lean down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “want me to say it again?”

he nods before he can think twice. “please.”

so you do.

you roll your hips again, gentle, just enough to make him gasp - and this time, you stay close to his ear.

“you’re doing so good, arthur. letting me take care of you. just like that.”

his hands fist in the sheets. his breath hitches. he looks wrecked.

and that’s when you know.

he’s still figuring it out- still new to this- but his body’s already giving him away.

“you don’t have to do anything,” you murmur, running your fingers down his chest, “just lie back and be good for me.”

and god, the way he shivers when you say that? the soft moan he lets out when you kiss down his stomach and take your time with him?

he’s in heaven.

not because he’s in control- but because he’s not. because he doesn’t have to think. because he can just… give in.

and he does. beautifully.

you guide his hands to your waist. you tell him exactly how you want him to touch you, where to kiss, how to move- and he follows every word like it’s gospel.

like making you happy is the only thing that matters.

and when he comes, it’s with your name on his lips and “am i still being good?” whispered against your neck.

you smile, hold his face, kiss him slow.

“you were perfect.”

and the way he looks at you then? like he’s soaked in affection, soft and overwhelmed and completely yours?

yeah. this is just the beginning.

[pupyuj]

maybe some ghostface g!p wonyoung?🫣 fucking u with a knife pointed at ur neck oooh we love some extreme dubcon🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

i love love love scream sm and ghostface asks just make me giggle and kick my feet in the air YEAH IT’S WEIRD IDC BUT IT FUELS MY BRAIN SEND MORE 🤪 this is once again another drabble that might be disturbing/triggering for some so please read at your own risk!!

[cw: extreme dubcon, violence, brainwashing, manipulation, knife play, blood kink, murder 😭]

now hear me out… photographer!wony who has grown obsessed with amateur model!reader during your time together as colleagues.. you’re a fresh find in the industry, only having involved in a few small projects and you considered working w an acclaimed photographer like wonyoung such an honor! you practically worshipped her—studied her work through the hundreds of magazines she has worked on and you even keep up with her social media accounts bcs even the photos she takes on her phone are art! but truth to be told, wony wasn’t all too enthusiastic about working with a rookie but you were pretty enough that she sucked it up! plus, she was tired of all the bossy older, experienced models who always thought they knew better than the girl behind the camera 😒😒

wony being so pleasantly surprised with your talent that after the first time you worked together, she becomes very willing to work with you again! and again, and again.. until the two of you were eventually acquaintances, but that was also when wony starts getting… well, territorial over you 🫣 but she wasn’t stupid. she knew it wasn’t normal to want to gouge out the eyes of every man that looks at you for a second too long.. but wonyoung really can’t help it! 😣 you’re such a precious little gem that she just wants to lock you up in her basement and make herself the only person to ever set eyes on you…

getting comfortable around wony to the point that you allow her to be in a changing room with you as you dress up for a photoshoot,, asking her if you look pretty and never once catching that dark look in her eyes or the way she licks her lips as she thinks about all the things she wants to do to you… ugh, she gets so hard just looking at you in your pretty little outfits.. sometimes it comes to the point where she pretends to fix something in the outfit just so she can be close to you and inhale your perfume… as well as press her bulge against your ass.. even though you pretend not to notice it, wonyoung always takes note of how your breath hitches and how you move closer to her slightly,, fuck every time there’s a break, wony has to run to the washrooms to jerk off bcs the feeling was sometimes overwhelming.. but gosh, did it all feel good 😵‍💫😵‍💫

it wasn’t until you start gaining more and more attention that wonyoung loses her head though.. she goes on a killing spree in a ridiculous fucking costume, mercilessly taking the life of those that thought they could ever take you from her.. you were the one who noticed the odd pattern: all of those that this ‘ghostface’ killed has interacted with you at least once.. and more than half of them have tried to woo you, so in a sense, this ‘ghostface’ would be protecting you in a really messed up way but you had no idea who would do such a thing for you 🫣🫣 unfortunately wonyoung fucks up one day; after one of her kills, you come over to her home for a quick rundown of another one of your projects together.. and while the two of you sat on her bed, that was when you saw a piece of the dark cloak ‘ghostface’ always wore stuffed haphazardly in wonyoung’s closet.. and then you just noticed the little droplets of blood on the carpet floor.. so dark and have clearly been there for a while…

wonyoung had already noticed that you already pieced it together and made her move before you can say or do or think anything—“not a word, little mouse.” and then you feel it: cold steel. the side of a knife being pressed flat against your neck, the sharp edge being so dangerously close to your collarbone.

no bcs?? you can’t tell me wony wouldn’t find pleasure in your reaction when she lists down all the suitors she has killed.. something in her sick, twisted mind dances happily every time the fear in your eyes gets bigger and stronger, you were practically frozen on her bed as you listened to the exact ways wonyoung murdered her victims.. some of them were close coworkers, acquaintances, friends. and gosh, ofc wony takes this opportunity to finally get her hands on you! 🤭 sitting there while her one free hand explores your body :(( squeezing your breasts, gliding down from your stomach all the way to your core.. “you’re wet? you’re a little freak, aren’t you..? getting turned on despite being touched by a murderer??”

having no choice but to follow her every command :(( laying down all comfortably in her bed, crying silently while wonyoung takes her sweet time taking her clothes off before mounting you, her bare cock dangerously close to your clothed entrance.. “not gonna try and run? smart girl. i wouldn’t want to kill you.. i love you, (y/n)… you can’t let me do that.. so be good.” her kisses were sweet and soft and for a second, you thought that even if she fucks you against your will, maybe she’ll be gentle.. but you were dumber than you actually looked bcs the second you let your guard down, wonyoung creates a small cut on your collarbone and quickly licks it.. practically moaning at your wincing and how you blood tasted eugh she was so freaky! 😭

also, she would be laughing while you struggled against her?? being so scared that she’ll hurt you again you actually try to break free of her hold and shit but she’s just cackling while you thrash underneath her.. feeling so, so weak while she cuts your clothes up.. she’s giggling and everything! so excited to finally see you naked and touch that delicate skin of yours.. and it rlly takes her all of her willpower to not just cut you up and see just how beautiful you’d look with blood all over you 😰😰 you’d beg and beg for her not to hurt you, feeling the cold metal of the knife against your neck as you cry and plead to wonyoung who was rlly just having the time of her life… but things were weird! she has violated you, hurt you, literally killed people you’ve come to know… and you find her so attractive with her face all scrunched up and her head thrown back while she rocks her hips and rams her cock inside you…

at some point you even wrapped your arms around her waist bcs it felt so good 😵‍💫 you forgot that you were fucking with a murderer and could only think of the wonyoung you knew from before… jang wonyoung, your role model.. and well, suffice to say that was enough for you to agree to everything that she was saying to you and have her cum inside you 🥴 and it wouldn’t even stop there! with or without your consent, wony would be fucking you all night! just in case something happens that would separate the two of you after this night..

ya’ll can’t tell me that she wouldn’t try to manipulate you even more after that day! 🫣 scaring you into not saying a peep about her identity, threatening your career and your whole fucking life if you even think of going to the police.. ofc she was successful! and yes she still continues to be ghostface ofc 🫢 every time someone hits on you while wonyoung was around, your heart would sink low to your stomach knowing she was going to get rid of them.. but not after reminding you who you belong to in an empty changing room 🤭🤭 would also love to think that she would be fucked in the head enough to mold you into her little sidekick?? telling you about her ghostface ways and feeling immensely proud when you claim your first kill who happens to be another model who was way too interested in your wonyoung-nim! 😣

wonyoung would only be completely satisfied after she has turned her favorite doll into a cute little puppet 🤭

[thatlotuscookie]

Hello! Hope you have a good day 😄 Could I request some nsfw headcanons or maybe even a scenario 🤭 for Woo Jinchul? I was thinking something soft, he seems like the type to take really good care of his S/O, very attentive. I think I'd melt :((

✧･ﾟ: a/n: thanks for your request i had sm fun writing this, sorry for the late posting guys!! working on a project for my engineering club ^_^ hope you enjoy and feel free to send more reqs if ever you want. wrote a scenario after the headcanons so if you wanna skip to that, just scroll :<

Woo Jin-Chul x !FemReader (soft love making hcs)

King of Praise Kink.

Jinchul worships your reactions. He gets off on watching you fall apart for him. Whether you’re whimpering under his tongue or moaning into the sheets while he’s deep inside, he’s got that low, reverent voice.

Loves slow, intense eye contact

He needs to look into your eyes when he’s inside you. That dead-serious, I’m-making-love-to-your-soul type stare that melts your spine. If you try to look away? He gently grabs your chin and brings your gaze back.

His fingers are god-tier

They’re thick, dexterous, and holy fucking hell does he know how to use them. Two fingers can leave you shaking if he curls them just right — and trust me, he always curls them just right. While kissing your neck. He might not even need his dick to ruin your life. But oh, when he does use it...

Morning sex is slow, lazy, and absolutely filthy

He wakes up half-hard, your body draped over him, and instead of rushing out of bed like some uptight workaholic, he kisses your shoulder, mumbles “stay with me a little longer,” and starts grinding into you under the sheets. It’s sleepy, messy, and intimate as fuck. His voice is extra deep in the morning and he stays inside you long after you both finish. Just… exists in that afterglow with his hand on your waist and his forehead against yours.

Slow grinding is his favorite

Sure, he can rail you. And when he finally snaps? Holy shit. Walls will rattle. But his favorite? The deep, slow grind with your legs wrapped around his waist, foreheads touching, and the sound of skin on skin filling the room like music. He holds your hand while fucking you. Kisses your knuckles, your jaw, your nose. Yeah, and now you’re crying during sex again. Congrats.

Mutual pleasure is non-negotiable.

You finish first. Always. If he has to edge himself raw while you come three times in a row? So be it. That man lives to see you satisfied. He gets off on it. Seeing you cum is his kink. He'll eat you out until your thighs shake and you're trying to push his head away, and he just grabs your hips tighter and growls about how you can give him one more. And you know it’s never just one more.

Dirty talk is gentle, but wrecking.

He’s not loud. He doesn’t bark orders. What he does is whisper filth like a lullaby in that smooth, gravel-soft voice that turns your brain into soup. It’s not just dirty. It’s emotionally compromising. He’ll fuck you stupid and make you feel like the love of his goddamn life all at once.

Touches you like he missed you, even if it’s only been an hour.

His hands linger everywhere. Thighs, hips, lower back. Constant touches, constant grounding. You’re not just getting dicked down — you’re getting held. Possessed, but not owned. And if you say “please” in the right tone? He’ll melt for you.

He absolutely gets off on soft aftercare

Post-sex Woo Jinchul is a menace. He’ll hold you like he’s scared to let go, wrap you in his shirt, and stroke your hair while telling you how good you were, how much he loves you, how proud he is. And then he’ll make you water, run you a bath, and carry you there himself. No shame. He wants you to feel taken care of in every way. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. Carnally.

You barely get the door shut before the exhaustion hits you like a freight train. The day’s been shit. No, worse than shit — a full-on mental gangbang of stress, overwork, and emotional whiplash. You feel hollow. Numb. Like you could collapse right here and let the floor swallow you whole.

But you don’t. Because Woo Jinchul is home.

The scent of him — that clean, cedarwood warmth — hits you before you even see him. He steps around the corner, already unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt, tie hanging loose, and the second he lays eyes on you, everything in him sharpens. Not in alarm — in focus.

He doesn’t say “what’s wrong?” or “are you okay?” because he knows. He sees it in the slump of your shoulders, in the way your eyes won’t meet his.

“Come here.”

Two words. That’s all. And you go.

He wraps you in those broad, strong arms, your face pressed to his chest where you can hear the steady beat of his heart. He’s solid, warm, grounding — like if you let go, you might float the fuck away, and he knows it. One hand cradles the back of your head; the other smooths slow circles over your back.

“You don’t have to carry any of it right now,” he murmurs into your hair. “Let me carry you for a while.”

Fuck. That alone almost breaks you.

He leads you — slow, unhurried — to the bedroom. No sudden moves, no pressure. Just quiet care. He undresses you carefully, like you’re fragile, but not weak. Like you deserve to be cherished. Shirt first, then pants. His fingers trail your skin reverently, brushing every newly revealed patch like he’s memorizing it.

“You’ve been through enough today,” he says, voice low, rough with emotion. “Let me take care of you properly.”

He doesn’t get naked yet. No rush. This isn’t about him right now. He guides you to lie back on the bed and slips in beside you, fully clothed. His hand rests over your heart, warm and steady. His lips brush your temple.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

You whisper his name, shaky and needy, and he finally moves — kissing down your neck, over your collarbone, his breath soft and warm.

“You’re so good for me,” he whispers, lips ghosting over your skin. “You give so much. Let me give it all back.”

And then he goes down. Slow. Deliberate. His tongue parts you like a prayer, and he fucking devours you with that lethal focus of his. No rushing. He builds you up like he’s composing a symphony with his mouth — steady rhythm, perfectly placed strokes, moaning against you when your thighs twitch.

“That’s it… fuck, baby, you taste so sweet…”

You’re shaking before he’s even started using his fingers. He slips one inside, slow, curling it just right while he keeps licking — coaxing you open with nothing but care and patience.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he groans, looking up at you from between your legs with pure fucking awe. “Taking my fingers so well. So damn perfect.”

And then, only after your body is already trembling from the edge, does he finally undress. Shirt off, muscles flexing as he peels it away. His eyes never leave yours.

“You sure?” he asks, even though your body’s fucking screaming yes. You nod, and he leans down to kiss you — deep, tongue slipping into your mouth like he owns it — and lines himself up.

When he pushes in, it’s slow. Agonizingly slow. He groans like he’s feeling heaven for the first time.

“Fuck… you’re so warm. So tight around me… You always take me so damn well.”

His forehead rests against yours, your fingers laced together beside your head as he starts to move. Not fast. Deep. Like he’s fucking you to anchor himself.

“You don’t have to do anything, baby,” he murmurs. “Just let me love you.”

His hand cradles your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, and his other arm wraps around your waist, holding you like he needs to feel you everywhere. Every thrust is slow, dragging, calculated to make you feel every inch.

“That’s it… let go for me. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

He kisses you again — messy this time, open-mouthed and gasping, like he needs your breath to survive. You moan into his mouth, your nails raking down his back, and he shudders.

“God, baby, you’re everything. You hear me?” His voice is rough, strained with emotion. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

You’re damn near sobbing when you come, clinging to him like he’s the only solid thing in the world. He doesn’t stop — just rides you through it, holding you close, whispering praise in your ear.

“So beautiful… So good for me… You did so well, baby. So fucking well.”

He finishes with a broken groan, burying himself in deep and holding you tight. Not possessive. Not rough. Just there. His whole body wrapped around you like a promise.

And he doesn’t let go.

He cleans you up tenderly — not rushed, not clinical. Warm towel, gentle hands. Then he pulls you onto his chest, blankets wrapped tight, one hand stroking your hair.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time,” he whispers. “Not when you’re with me.”

And you fall asleep in his arms, safe, wrecked, loved beyond words — while Woo Jinchul holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

[gracieheartspedro]

Crave

Part 3 of "How Long"

pairing: f!reader x brother-in-law!joel miller

find part 1 and 2 here!

dedication: @jenispunk <3 I love you sm jen. thank you for always supporting my writing and being the best wife a girl could ever dream of. you make my heart so happy. thank you for helping me edit and being the first to read this and encouraging me no matter what! love you love you love you!!!

description: a weekend escape with joel and sarah, kinda. the bed situation is a little confusing. luckily you and joel make it work. when sarah's not around, of course.

word count: 5.5k

warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, pre!outbreak joel, there is smut in this part!! unprotected p in v, oral sex (f receiving), joel is a CONSENT KING AGAIN, dirty talk, daddy kink (aha), hotel sex?, begging? lmao I think that's it.

author's note: finally. it's here. I feel like I've been staring at this doc for 7 years. thank you all for your patience. I want to continue this series but I have to sit down and really brainstorm what I'd like the next parts to be. let me know your thoughts! THANK YOU FOR READING!

“My favorite Millers!” 

Your face was beaming, seeing Joel hop out of his truck with Sarah in tow. The truck was still running, the diesel engine chugging louder than any truck you had been in before. Joel always had a nicer, newer truck. He made great money and he was always having to go into construction zones that needed an all terrain vehicle. They always got pretty banged up with dirt and rocks, but he took excellent care of the interior. 

Joel grabs both of your bags, taking them to the backseat where Sarah would be crammed in with all the luggage. You give him a nod, silently thanking him. Sarah wraps her arms around your waist, giggling with excitement. 

“I’m so happy you’re coming with us! It’s going to be a great weekend,” She explains while you two walk over to the tall truck. You always found climbing into a truck unnatural and awkward yourself, but it was hot watching Joel hop in with ease. You agree with Sarah, all the while opening up the door for yourself. Sarah springs up to her seat, and you struggle to crawl up into the cab. It makes Joel chuckle. 

“I’m making you lift me into this thing next time,” you joke, easing back into the fabric seats, “Especially since you think watching me struggle is funny.”

Joel looks back in the rear view to see if Sarah’s paying attention, “‘s no problem at all, darlin’. I will gladly help you next time.”

You knew he was flirting. It makes your stomach bubble with excitement. He makes sure you two are buckled and starts on the two and half hour journey to Houston. Once you leave your neighborhood, Sarah taps your shoulder and holds out her new CD player. It’s purple and covered in sparkly stickers. 

“Looks like your Dad is supplying you with all the ways to listen to music,” you observe, glancing over at Joel. He’s just watching the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other propped up on the shifter. He looks younger, the dusk sky the perfect back drop for his pronounced nose and beautiful eyelashes. You couldn’t help but stare, even as Sarah’s talking your ear off. He just nods along to her, making sure she knows she’s heard. 

“Think I’m gonna listen to my Kelly Clarkson CD this time,” Sarah explains, putting her earphones over her voluminous curls, “So don’t try to talk to me!”

You and Joel giggle, shaking your heads at her comment. It’s not like you were the one’s talking before, you both think. 

It gives you both a moment without a kid’s ears nearby. 

“How was the rest of your work week?” He asks, tapping the shifter to the soft hum of the radio.

“Boring,” You mumble, “Think one of the guys in marketing has a crush on me and he’s making it impossible to avoid him. I can’t even go to the break room without him bothering me.”

You didn’t know why you felt the urge to tell Joel about the situation. It wasn’t even a real situation, it was just an annoying thing happening in your life.

“Hmph,” he ponders for a moment, “Want me to kill him?”

His tone is serious, but you know he’s just messing. You grin, nudging his arm with your elbow gently, ensuring it doesn’t move the steering wheel. 

“My hero,” You comment as you watch a smile crack across his face, “No, thank you, though. If it starts to get to stalker status, I will call you.”

“Seems like stalkin’ already, baby girl.”

The nickname makes your stomach flip. You purse your lips, contemplating his words. Sure it was creepy, but the guy was scrawny and you could probably snap him in half with two fingers. He had nothing to really worry about. Right?

Joel steals a glance over at you. 

“Maybe, but I’ll handle it.”

You wanted him to think you were strong enough to deal with unwanted attention, but to be honest, you weren’t sure how to say no to most men. You only ever had Tommy and he scared everyone away. Now everyone around town knew you were on the market, and men were drawn to your natural beauty and somewhat sassy attitude. 

Little did they know, you were hung up on the other Miller boy. 

“You let me know if you need me to talk to him,” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road, just reaches his right hand out to rest on your thigh, “Man to man.”

His hand is so warm, you feel it through your black leggings. He was almost always like a furnace, but it was okay, because you always ran cold. But every time he touched you, you felt that warmth trail up your arms and legs. He made you feel different. Every fiber of your being became electrified when he was around. It was a sensation you never noticed when you were with Tommy. You begin chalking it up to just being nervous because he was older and larger and… well, hotter. 

“Again, my hero,” you respond sarcastically, letting your hand rest on top of his. It makes him more confident, gently massaging that area. You watch as his hand creeps closer and closer to the crack between your legs. You practically gasp at the contact, but you catch yourself before you do, remembering there’s a child behind you. 

So you smack his hand away, shooting him a glare. 

“What are you doing?”

“Nothin’ just… sorry.”

You didn’t want him to pull away, your leg already missing his touch, but you knew what would happen if you did stuff like that in front of Sarah. She’s a teenage girl. She’ll talk. It’ll find it’s way to someone’s ears. 

You wanted to act like you didn’t care if Tommy found out, but deep down you knew it would be a disaster. You didn’t feel like being the talk of the town. You didn’t feel like explaining yourself to Tommy. You didn’t feel like watching Joel deal with the flack from his family, especially his mother. 

If you two wanted to continue this… game… you would have to keep it secret. That included keeping it away from Sarah’s eyes and ears. You and Joel would just be friends. You would just be her aunt. That’s it. 

“Don’t apologize,” You whisper, “Just not here.”

You two let the radio take over the rest of the trip, occasionally chatting about a song or what the newscaster says about the weather. Once you get into Houston, it’s already 8:30 at night. Joel pulls into the parking garage to the Marriot and you already start craving the bed that awaits you inside. 

-

“I call the bed near the window!” Sarah throws her stuff down, jumping straight onto one the huge queen size duvet. The room was nice. A large television set catches your eye immediately, proving that this was probably an expensive room if they were giving you free cable tv. The curtains were open, giving a beautiful view of Houston’s skyline. 

One thing you notice, too, is the fact that there was only two beds. You knew this, but it still made your stomach sink a bit. 

You realize you three hadn’t discussed the sleeping situation. You didn’t care where you would sleep, honestly. You just knew Sarah was a restless one, having slept next to her in a tent when she was 9. Family camping trips entailed you, Tommy, Joel, and Sarah sharing a 6 person tent and being absolutely miserable the whole entire time. Between Tommy’s snores and Sarah practically flailing all around the tent at night, you remember not getting a lick of sleep. 

“Go get a shower, Sarah. We will figure out who’s sleeping where.”

She groans at Joel, like usual. 

“Dad!”

“Shower,” he throws his bag down on the ground near the dresser, “No arguin’.”

Sarah sulks, her bag in hand, straight to the bathroom by the front door. You don’t say anything. You just start following Joel’s lead by putting your bags down next to his. You stand a bit too close to him, waiting for him to say where you’d be sleeping.  

He clears his throat, “I will take the recliner, if you want the bed.”

“Of course I want the bed, but I don’t want you to have to sleep in the recliner.”

It makes him laugh, how matter-of-fact you are. 

You hear Sarah start up the shower. You wouldn’t have to fear she hears you and Joel talk about the possibility of sleeping with one another. Again.

“It’s not a big deal,” He explains, unzipping his bags to grab his pajamas, “Sleep on the couch all the time.”

“But you have a nice plush couch,” You gesture towards the hard and structured looking recliner, “That doesn’t look comfortable at all.”

For a girl who didn’t want Joel touching you in the car, you were practically begging him to sleep next to you in the big comfortable hotel bed. 

“So, where do you want me to sleep?”

“Just take the bed.”

“But you want the bed.”

You swallow, not even looking up at him, “We both can have the bed.”

He’s silent, gripping onto his sweatpants and t-shirt. He slowly looks down at you, his eyes carry a curious glint in them. You cock your head, giving him a mischievous smirk.

“You and Sarah?”

“No, you and Sarah.”

He groans, “You are a fuckin’ tease.”

You giggle, watching him brush pass you to position himself close to the closet. He opens the closet door, slipping in like he’s looking for something in there. 

“What are you doing?”

“Changin’.”

“In the closet?”

He grabs his shirt from the nape of his neck and pulls it off smoothly. You can’t peel your eyes away, partially seeing his right peck from how he’s standing. It was like the morning after having sex with him. Your eyes were glued to him, his tanned skin practically asking to be touched and licked. 

You horny bitch. 

“Joel, get out of the closet.”

He chuckles, “Why? You want me to give you a show?”

Why yes, I really do, Joel. You think to yourself. You hum a response, peeling your eyes away. You needed to find your pajamas, a pair of Nike sports shorts and a black tank top. Lately, you’ve been sleeping completely naked, but that was obviously not an option here. 

Sarah finally leaves the bathroom as soon as Joel slides his pants up. She has her hair wrapped in a towel, which makes you smile. She looked so grown up, it’s hard to believe you met her when she was 6 years old. You wordlessly walk into the bathroom, beginning to change your outfit for your sleep wear. You splash some cold water on your face, your cheeks still blushed from seeing Joel shirtless. 

You hear the door outside open and close. You peak out, your traveling clothes wrapped up in your arms. Joel stands in the middle of the room, fiddling with the remote for the TV. 

“Where did Sarah go?” You question, packing your clothes back into your duffle. 

“She wanted to go get ice from the ice machine,” He grumbles, “Said she wanted to see if any of her teammates were awake or nearby.”

“Is her whole team staying here?”

“Yeah, pretty much every team gets a floor. Last year it was a like a huge sleepover. Fuckin’ nightmare,” Joel mutters, flicking through different channels, before landing on some westerns. You smirk, deciding to plop down on one of the beds. As soon as you lay back, Sarah comes back in, bucket in hand. 

“Can I go stay in Amelia’s room? Her mom is there, just two doors down.”

Well that solves the bed problem. 

Joel rolls his eyes, you can tell he’s already annoyed. “Is Amelia’s mom okay with that?”

“You want to go talk to her? I promise Dad, we will get up at 5:30 like we need to. Pleas-”

“Let’s go talk to Amelia’s mom.”

You hear them leave the room without saying anything else. 

You were tired from a long day at work and the long drive. But some excitement blooms in your stomach when you realize it may just be you and Joel, all alone in a hotel room. 

Before you have time to ponder all the wonders that may be in store for you, Joel comes back with a frustrated huff. 

“She staying over there?”

“Yeah, Amelia’s mom said it was fine. Then she started askin’ who you were. Guess they saw us in the hotel lobby.”

Your stomach twists, nervous at what his response was.

“And?”

“Told her you were Sarah’s aunt. She gave me a weird look.”

“Great, now the soccer mom’s will be oogling me tomorrow.”

“Well they will anyway,” Joel responds, finding a spot next to you on the edge of the bed, “Single ones won’t leave me alone.” 

You know he’s really just seeing if you’ll get jealous. But you don’t play into his little game. You just let out a loud hearty laugh. 

“The ladies just love a Miller.”

He grumbles something inaudible, nudging you with his elbow. “You do, don’t ya?”

“Sure do.”

His face softens, his eyes flicking down to your lips. 

You grin, “She’s 14 and super goofy. Loves to play socc-”

“You’re truly testin’ me today, ain’t ya?”

You can’t help yourself at that point. The way he’s flirting only gives you more reason to taunt him. 

“Is Sarah seriously going to be gone from the room all night?”

“Yeah,” He nods, leaning back on his palms. He acts like he’s watching TV, ignoring your not-so-subtle hints that you want his eyes on you. 

“So, I can finally ask you why you think it’s okay to tease me in the car?”

“Don’t know what you’re on about, darlin’,” He smirks, he knows.

You tilt your head to the side, finally lifting your hand onto his lap. You immediately start toying with him the same way, your hand creeping towards his crotch. His eyes peel away from the TV. He watches you closely, his eyes trailing from your gaze down to your fingers dancing on his pant leg. 

“You put your hand on my thigh and started inching closer and cl-“

“Are you tryin’ to make a point or pose a question?”

He was getting annoyed with the games already. But you’d only just begun. 

“I’m just trying to explain how you can’t do things like that to me in front of Sarah,” You remark, flicking your eyelashes up to his glare, “Especially when you can’t finish it.”

“Who said I ain’t gonna?”

You huff, “Well here we are, all alone in a hotel room. No kiddo in sight. Still not touching me.”

“Don’t think you deserve it cause you’re a tease.”

“How am I a tease, Miller?”

“You exist and that’s enough. Walkin’ around in a tank top,” He gestures to your chest, “Just beggin’ to be touched.”

Your skin is set alight. The words go straight to your core. 

“Joel-“

You’re cut off. His hands work quickly, pulling you by the nape of your neck, right to his eager lips. You begin to realize you had been longing for this moment for so long. He couldn’t resist anymore, his whole body buzzing at the fact that he finally has you again. 

His lips are soft and slow as they make their way around yours. His hands eventually trail down to your butt, his hands cradling both cheeks. He lifts you forward, sliding you up and onto his lap. 

“Been wantin’ this for months, baby.” 

Butterflies erupt in the pit of your tummy. You can feel them travel up to your chest as you look down at him, his eyelids heavy and his lips pursed.  

He waited for you to respond to his calls, knowing you needed time. He needed to be patient. You would come around, he knew it. After months, here you are. 

He thinks back to every time he was touching himself late at night, he would imagine the night you two shared. Your soft curves and needy dripping pussy. It drove him wild imagining you like this again. 

“I think it’s been more than wantin’, Joel,” You grind down on his prominent bulge growing in his sweatpants, “Think you need it.”

He grins, finally getting out of his own head.

“Such a little tease, damn it.”

You lean down, mindlessly speckling kisses behind his ear and neck. Your boobs rest right in front of his face, and you’re right, he needs it. His hands leave your behind, reaching up to the straps of your tank top. He tugs them down your biceps, allowing your cleavage to spill out more. 

Your hands find his dark peppered curls at the nape of his neck, pulling downward. You needed him closer and he obliged. He starts to kiss your collarbones, wandering down to the swell of your breasts. You can feel yourself staining your sports shorts with anticipation. 

You rock your hips, craving more. He takes the hint, reaching back down to lift you from your ass. He switches spots, laying you on your back on the plush white duvet. He’s leaning over you now, which gives you a great view of how spent he looks already. His gray sweatpants are hanging lower, tenting where his cock has grown hard. 

He smirks, taking off his shirt the same way he did earlier. With one hand, it slips right over his head and onto the floor. 

“Jesus,” You huff out, using the time to remove your top, “I need you, Joel.”

The smirk never leaves his lips. He leans down, pushing your legs apart with his pointer and middle finger. You open up for him, wanting nothing more for him to dive into you in every possible way. You watch as he slides his fingers up your thigh, past the openings of your shorts. 

He realizes you aren’t wearing underwear. He sighs as he swipes the pads of his fingers across your wet slit. 

“I know you do,” He drawls, watching you writhe under his touch, “You need me as much as I need you.”

He practically tears off your shorts, not wasting any time fighting with the fabric. 

You adjust how your laying to accommodate him laying between your thighs. He lays down on his stomach, bringing your hips close to his mouth. You watch as he kisses your inner thighs, his breath hot fanning against your skin. 

You remember the last time you were in this position. You spent night after night remembering the best head you’ve ever gotten, from the one and only, Joel Miller. And you could tell Joel was not going to go another moment without making you cum on his tongue. 

When his tongue hits the top of your slit, you whine at the contact. He presses his face in, diving deeping into your lips. As soon as he finds your clit, he puts all his attention there. His nose is pressed against your mound as he hums against your sensitive bud. 

“Joel,” You cry, reaching down between your legs to grab the crown of his head, your hands lacing into his locks, “Right fuckin’ there.”

He continues his movements, only increasing in speed in which he flicks his tongue. He wraps his lips over the swollen area, sucking and lapping your sweetness. He pulls away, the slick between your thighs missing him instantly. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and wets them with saliva. He glances up at your completely dazed face. 

“‘M gonna fuck you with my fingers first,” His voice is deep and hushed, “Make you cum. You gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

You don’t even know where it comes from. But you say it with your chest.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You never expected the moan to come out of his mouth. It’s deep and guttural. He couldn’t believe his ears, and he can’t believe the words came from your mouth. His good girl? That fuckin’ flithy?

He slips his fingers into you without resistance. His mouth finds it’s way back to your core, fucking you in unison. 

You reach up to your chest, cradling your own boobs. Joel’s still only in sweatpants but they are riding low on his hips. As he’s giving you his all, he’s grinding his hips into the bed, trying to get whatever friction he can. Watching the motion alone is driving you wild, sending your hips rotating on his tongue. You knew the release was coming, you could feel it in your fingertips. 

And when it comes, it’s like fireworks inside your stomach and chest. You lurch forward, crying out his name. You knew it was probably way too loud for the thin hotel walls, but you couldn’t help yourself. The orgasm sends stars speckling across your vision. 

Joel fucks you through the comedown. You are the hottest thing he’s ever laid eyes on, he thinks. When your body rests back, you’re panting, trying to ground yourself for a second. Joel pulls his fingers out and sucks each digit. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” You mewl, reaching out for him. You just need to touch him. 

He shimmies his sweatpants down and off his legs. He’s sitting back on his knees, smiling down at your desperate eyes. He crawls on top of you, his dick prodding at your thighs. He leans down, trapping your lips into another longing kiss. His hands trail down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He pulls back after a couple seconds, gazing into your eyes. 

“You still on that birth control?”

You hum in response. 

“Need me to pull out still?”

You smirk, lacing your arms around his shoulders, “No. Need you to cum inside me.”

He shakes his head, sitting back to line himself with your entrance.

“My dirty girl,” He runs his cock head between your swollen red lips, triggering your hips to move closer to him, “You drive me insane.”

“Come on, Joel. I’ve been waiting for ages for you to fuck me. Need you. Now.”

He chuckles darkly, still not giving you what you want. “Waiting ages, huh?”

“Joelllll,” You beg, smacking his chest, “Please.”

“Mmm,” He pushes forward just enough to relieve your ache, “Love it when you beg for it.”

He practically splits you open when he snaps his hips. You both groan simultaneously, unable to hold back this sick fantasy you’re both playing into. You feel more full than you ever did before. You don’t remember it hurting this good. 

“Holy fuck,” you whine, “So fucking full, Joel.”

He slowly pulls back, “You tell me if it’s too much, ‘kay?”

You shake your head, throwing your head back as he sets a cautious pace. He’s watching all your facial expressions, making sure he’s not hurting you. You wince when he starts to pick up the pace, which causes him to halt completely. 

“No,” You plead, “More. Faster. Please, just please.”

He says nothing, just pushes up your thighs so the back of them are flush with the front of his. He leans over you, his elbows on each side of your head. He grinds into you while his dark curls fall into your face. You tilt your head up, finding the crook of his neck again. 

His cock felt so good dragging in out of you. You felt like you could stay in this position forever. You molded so perfectly around him. He treated you like this beautiful mural, taking his time with delicate strokes. His hands wrapped around the back of your head, holding you in the curve of his body.

You latch your lips onto his neck, peppering lovebites everywhere. You didn’t even think about if they could be seen later. In the moment, you only thought of him as yours. He was yours and everyone would fucking know it. 

He’s starting to get more greedy. He pulls back, his warmth moving away from your perked up nipples. His upper body the best view you could get, so you couldn’t complain too much. He grabs behind your knees, using them as leverage as he starts to pound into you. 

Your eyes meet and for fuck’s sake, he’s perfect. You never knew you could see Joel Miller like this. Like someone who fucked you so good, but also cared so tenderly for you. He wanted to see you in the throws of pleasure, not even worrying about when he’d get his rocks off. He got his rise out of seeing how much you enjoyed yourself.

His ravenous drive to bring you to the edge is causing the headboard to slam against the wall which each stroke. He brings his left hand up to your bouncing tits, grabbing your nipple and tugging on it. He knew what touching your boobs did to you. He remembers watching your visceral reactions to him toying with them before. It brings a smile to his face. 

“I’m gonna-”

You don’t even finish your sentence, you just gasp as you feel his cock head hit the deepest parts of you. A place no other man has made it to. 

“I don’t want anyone else,” He musters out, his teeth clenching as your pussy restricts around him. He means it. He may be drunk on you, but he feels those words down to his bones. “I only ever want this.”

It was never just about the sex. Joel cared for you. Fuck, maybe he even loved you. 

You swallow, propping yourself up on your elbows. You glance down, watching his cock slip so perfectly, in and out of you. 

“I’m yours, Joel,” You manage to peep out before the orgasm you’ve been holding back builds to a maddening point, “I’m yours.”

The words make his cock twitch. He can’t help himself, he needs you to cum right this very moment. He doesn’t say anything, just unhooks your legs and uses his right hand to put pressure on your clit. Tears start to prick in your eyes as he lazily rubs circles, humming in satisfaction. He feels you tightening up, he knows your close. 

Your vision goes white. You body starts to vibrate, the pure bliss he’s sending you into takes you to a whole other dimension. You want more. More. More. More. 

As he watches you seize up, he can’t resist his own orgasm. The explosion sends him into a moaning mess. He fucks into you, painting your walls with his cum, not letting a drop go to waste. 

He collapses on top of you. You don’t even care, you feel like jello anyway, he could melt right into you.

He rolls off after a minute. 

You always miss him when he’s not near you. 

You stare at the ceiling, pondering the right words to say to him. Nothing comes to mind. He gets up, walking naked to the bathroom. He grabs a rag from the shelf above the toilet, running it under some warm water. 

When he returns, you let him clean all around your body. You make sure he doesn’t wipe away the wet kisses he left all over you, though. 

“You okay?”

You finally look at him. 

You want to say yes, because you were okay. Physically. But your heart wanted to pulsate out of your chest. 

“I will be,” You state simply, “Just tired.”

He slowly starts grabbing all your articles of clothing off the floor, dressing you once he collects all of them. He’s careful with you. Gentle. 

“Do you want to sleep in the same bed?”

The question rings in your ears. Of course you did. 

“As long as you get up at the ass crack of dawn and move before Sarah comes in.”

He chuckles, pulling his sweatpants back over his waist. He doesn’t even bother to put on his shirt.

“Will do, baby.”

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When you wake up, you realize the overheard light flickered on. You contort your sleep dazed body, Joel’s upper body practically laying over you. You try to blink the haze out of your eyes, but your tired mind is completely shocked when you see an outline of a girl. 

Shitshitshitshitshit.

You fling your body upward, rattling Joel awake. He’s startled, his arms flinging off of you. 

“I knew it!” Her voice is piercing. “I knew it! Holy shit!”

“Sar-”

“Are you two dating? Or are you just… wait, ew!”

She’s rambling, her words clashing together in confusion. Your heart is about to hammer out of your chest. 

“Sarah, we aren’t dating,” You declare, your voice shaking. 

“But you’re sleeping together?”

You could cut the silence with a sword. It’s so thick and awkward. 

A 14 year old girl shouldn’t know you’re sleeping with her Dad. Let alone walk in after you spent all night tangled up in him. 

“Sarah,” Joel’s voice is buttery and raspy after he wakes up. You hold the comforter up to your chest. You had your tank top on, but it hangs so low on you, you don’t want to risk anything. “Grab your uniform, get dressed. We can talk about this later.”

“Does Uncle To-”

“Sarah! Stop!”

It scares you since it’s so close to your ear. His voice changes so abruptly, it makes you cringe a bit. 

Hearing the question from Sarah’s lips makes you feel queasy. Having the girl who you always considered your niece ask if her uncle knew you were sleeping with her dad... God what a fucking mess. 

You watch her storm across the room, grabbing her backpack and race to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. 

Joel groans next to you as he slams back into the plush pillows. 

“She will be fine. We will talk about it later,” Joel says under his breath. 

You open your mouth but nothing comes out. 

You hadn’t thought much of this through. Ever since you and Joel first slept together, you pushed your harbored feelings to the side. Sometimes they creep in, which would send you into a panic. Because deep down, you knew you felt something for Joel. Something you hadn’t felt since you first started dating Tommy. Maybe even ever. It was exciting. He made you feel special. After everything he said to you last night, you knew he possessed some similar emotions and feelings.  

You felt crazy for believing this could work. 

You knew this would be complicated. Now Sarah is involved. How do you explain these emotions to a child? You don’t. 

You think about all the horrible outcomes to this situation. Tommy wanting to fight Joel. His mom never accepting you back into the family. Who knows, maybe Sarah gets so upset at the situation, she never treats you the same again. 

But then you think about Joel. How he’s a night and day difference to what Tommy was to you. He wore his emotions on his sleeve. He wanted to protect you. He wanted to take care of you every chance he could. 

You start to think back to the times when you were still with Tommy. Joel defended you when you two had a blowout fight. He always made sure to have a watchful eye on you when you all went out to bars. He was even there when you graduated college, giving you a bouquet of beautiful daises he swore up and down Sarah picked out. But you knew the truth. Joel loved daisies. He even had his Mom plant some in his front yard last year. 

You were just so scared. You didn’t want to be hurt again. You did not want your feelings to be wrong. 

You glance down at him, your back still turned. He could read your face, he knew you were overthinking everything. Your mind was working overtime, trying to muster up some excuse to run away and forget everything that happened between you two. There was nothing normal about this situation. 

But fuck, you both really wanted it. So bad. You couldn’t keep lying to yourself. 

His hand creeps up your back, resting a reassuring palm on your aching shoulder. 

“Stop thinkin’ for a minute,” he whispers, “You don’t need to make any decisions right this minute. We will just take it one second at a time. Ain’t no way ‘m lettin’ you go. I want you here.”

You didn’t know if he meant here in general or in the figurative sense. 

He meant it both ways. 

Maybe it was crazy, but that feeling was deep in your chest. This palpable inkling that this could evolve into you being his. 

This being more than sex? More than a crush?

Being Joel’s sounded like a fever dream.

He wanted nothing more but to wrap you up into his arms, hold you and kiss your head, reassuring you that you two can figure it out together. But instead, Sarah walks out in her soccer uniform, squashing the moment. She stands in front of the bed, finally making eye contact with you. 

“You guys gonna get up and watch me kick ass, or are you gonna to lay in bed all day?”

You smile at her. You silently prayed this girl would stay in your life forever.

“I know my answer.”

Joel smiles, “’s go kick some ass.”

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again thank you for reading!! let me know your thoughts!

find part 1 and 2 here!

[albed-hoe]

i have finally arrived 🤭🤭

OKAY I’LL GIVE U A FEW SCENARIOS I GOT IN MIND AND YOU’RE FREE TO EXPAND ON WHICHEVER ONE YOU WANT TO (idm gender neutral reader but was hoping for male :D )

REVERSE COMFORT: m!reader comforting poor lyney after the most recent 4.1 archon quest. (SPOILERS: after freminet has been moved the the medical area)

so lyney is really worried for his brother (it takes place before he’s fully up) and we’re jus hugging him and reassuring him that he’ll be okay bc we’re husband material like that 💪🏻

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FLUFF: i was thinking maybe the m!reader is a popular fontainian singer/popstar/dancer or anything that gains him popularity, and hence builds up a mass fanclub of ladiessss (if yk where i’m goin w this🤭)

so maybe we could get some jealous lyney up in here and m!reader feels bad for him so after the performance he takes lyney up on stage and gives a smooch on the cheek 😭

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ANGST (with comfort bc my heart cannot physically take angst with no comfort): OKAY KINDA INSPIRED BY SOMEONE ELSES IDEA BUT KINDA DIFFERENT!

m!reader got those richly rich strict ass parents who don’t approve of him dating someone as low as a magician (he’s also a guy but i’m taking this down a different root) and they aren’t abusive but they are pretty neglectful and strict on him.

reader finally had enough of their bs tho and him and lyney (with lynette & freminet ofc) run away to snezhnaya and have the reader work for the house of the hearth w them.

AND (bc i never shut up) then a few years pass when lyney finally takes over for the knave they waltz back into fontaine together with m!reader being his 2nd in command (once again, alongside freminet and lynette bc wherever he goes they go)

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PERSONAL FAVOURITE (i think abt this idea a LOT)

FOUND FAMILY /W COMFORT (heavily with freminet bc i love him sm HSNFEMCJEM)

basically m!reader went for a lil dive to get lyney some new flowers for his magic show later and he runs into freminet crying under the water

and ofc big brother instincts kick in 💪🏻 and we take him above shore and coddle him like how lyney would to freminet

AND THEN WE TAKE HIM HOME AND WE MEET UP W LYNEY AND HES JUS LIKE “OMG IF THIS MAN DOESNT PUT A RING ON MY FINGER RN IMMA LOOSE MY SHIT” because he adores the way m!reader looks out for his siblings the way he would.

(I HAVE ANOTHER VERSION OF THIS RQ WITH LYNETTE IF YOU EVER WANNA HEAR IT BTW)

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SPICY 😏😏😏:

i actually don’t have anything to much for this category but some simple spicy hc’s with a sub!lyney would be great (let’s be real this man isn’t dominating anyone). (he also has a breeding kink GOODBYE)

Found Family (Freminet ver.)

Characters: Freminet & Lyney x M!Reader

Summary: After bringing his younger brother home, Lyney thinks he’s found his husband for life

Warnings: Slight angst to comfort, Freminet crying, Lyney being hopelessly in love and shyyyy

Word count: 767

A/n: Okay first of all I’m so sorry for disappearing for like a year and a half… I totally lost motivation and finished university in the meantime and now I’m looking for a job but no one is hiring me so yay? TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST LY LOTS🤩 I might write some of the other ones too? Might make a poll for which one to do next cuz I’m undecided… Anyways THIS ONE GOES OUT TO THE MALE READER COMMUNITY!!! I fell in love with Lyney and still (I think?) have yet to come across a Lyney x male reader fic😫 So here is my contribution! I ALSO HAVE REQUESTS OPEN SO FEEL FREE TO REQUEST LYNEY X M!READER STUFF PLS AND TYYYYY

It was a warm afternoon as you got your scuba gear on, preparing to dive in the depths of Fontaine on a mission to look for flowers for your beloved boyfriend, Lyney’s, magic show tonight. You latched in your helmet and dove below the surface, sighing in satisfaction at the cool water enveloping your body after having been sweating all day. The fish danced around you happily and the rays flapped their wings gracefully on their way to find places to float around.

You reached the seabed, swimming around and beginning to collect the flowers that your boyfriend had requested. You stop after a few seconds to listen to a sound you could not initially identify. Listening closely, you follow the sounds of what seem to be sniffles over a ridge of sand. Peeking over the edge, you see a little blue form with a diving helmet on, balled up with his head in the pit of his elbow.

“Freminet?” You swam up to the form, recognizing Lyney’s younger brother, a sad expression on the screen of your diving helmet. You begin to rub circles into his back as he sniffles, embarrassed to have been found crying alone. “What happened?” You offer him a warm smile, encouraging him to confide in you.

“*Sniff* I- I made a fool of myself in the Court of Fontaine today… I- *sniff* I fell and dropped a whole basket of peaches…” Taking pity on him, you ask him if he wants a hug, then you pull him into your arms and rub comforting circles on his back.

“Wanna go back up? I’ll walk you home.” The boy nods and you swim back up with him in your arms.

Arriving on the beach, you take off his diving helmet and reveal his red, puffy eyes. You internally coo at how cute he looks but remember that he is in a vulnerable state and mentioning what he looks like would likely not be appropriate at the moment. So, after cupping a comforting hand on his cheek, you take his hand and walk him home.

Arriving at the triplets’ door (I know they aren’t all related, but for simplicity’s sake…), you knock and wait for the light pads from inside to reach you. The door swings open to reveal Lyney in his pajamas with a surprised expression.

“Y-Y/n! And Freminet!” He blushes slightly at having noticed you before his own younger brother and at having been seen in pajamas by someone he has been trying to impress. You gently push Freminet in front of you, handing him over to Lyney who hugs him shortly, ruffles his hair, then passes him on to Lynette who takes his hand, nods at you thankfully, then takes him into the home. Lyney steps out onto the porch and closes the door behind him.

“Uh… Thanks for taking my brother home. He can disappear better than myself, sometimes…” He rubs the back of his neck, a little embarrassed at the situation. You had only declared each other officially boyfriends about a month prior, so the whole relationship thing was a new concept to the ‘suave’ Lyney the public knew. It pleasantly surprised you to discover that he was actually very easy to fluster, making for a very cute boyfriend to tease occasionally.

“Yeah, no problem. I found him on the seabed crying while I was looking for your flowers, so I comforted him and brought him here. Oh, here you go by the way.” You hand him the flowers he needed for his show while smiling warmly at him. The tips of his ears immediately reddened, both at his immediate thoughts of marriage and at what the offer of flowers looked like. He knew this was not a love confession or anything of the sort, but the current situation could have fooled an outside observer.

He stepped forward and threw his arms around you, sandwiching the flowers between the two of you. He buried his face in your neck in an attempt to hide his face exploding with heat.

“… I love you…” That was all he managed to say after a few moments. You laughed, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

“I love you too, but… Watch the flowers.” He pulled himself away from you immediately, realizing he was damaging his precious show flowers.

“AH! Sorry! Uhm… Did you wanna come inside for a bit?” He looked into your eyes with a shy smile on his face, his cheeks and ears still red from before.

“I’d love to.” You said, your eyes locked on his.

Aur my gawdddd this was my first fic in a loooong time I’m so sorry if it was ass… THIS WAS CUTE AND I LOVE FREMINET TOO, PLS LEMME HEAR THE LYNETTE VERSION OF THIS😎

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it’s not much, but I had sm fun writing this (even after accidentally deleting half of it and having to freestyle the rest) I hope you like it though!! It’s also the first time I wrote a bit smut, so yeah.. I hope it’s okay😟

warning: Jun is the most lovable man known to mankind, that boy bold (last bullet point -> oral (f. receiving), sir kink ? Jun’s a bit of a tease)

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Stranger!Jun who decided to go to a random coffee shop, just to get a quick drink before work. Only to see someone as pretty as you there, standing at the cash register.

As Jun entered the cozy coffee shop, his eyes scanned the whole room. From pretty tables and plants to a pretty person like you. When he realized, that he was starting to stare he hastily moved his eyes to the small board that was hung up on the wall. Looking for a drink he might like as he got into the line of customers. Coming up to the front, where you stood, you immediately greeted him with a smile. ''What would you like to order?'' Your sweet voice asked him.

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Stranger!Jun who gets addicted to your voice, the way you're kind to every customers, even the ones that are rude or stressed and the way you wear that pretty smile on your lips.

''Order for Junhui!'' You said loudly, so the person who ordered it could hear you. Since his attention was on you the whole time, he quickly came up to the pick up area, seeing your smile once again. ''Thanks.'' He smiled, taking his drink and kindly wishing you a good bye. Knowing he‘ll think about you the whole day.

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RegularCustomer!Jun who keeps showing up at the cafe because he can‘t take his eyes off of you and the good coffee he gets

Walking back into the, now already pretty familiar, place to order the same coffee he always gets. Knowing he‘s already been there so often, that you know his order. “Hello, Junhui.” You smiled, “The same order as always, isn’t it?” Laughing sweetly as you spoke. Hesitant about trying to make a move on you or not, because he’s scared that a pretty woman like you might already have a lover. Deciding to go for it, even as a man himself, he starts to speak. “Yeah, the same one as always, but I’d like to add something today.” He said, making you look up at his tall figure attentively. “I’d like to have your number, and if you’re up for it I would love to take you out on a date.” Jun spoke, nervous for your reaction.

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YourDate!Jun who is overly excited that you agreed to his request and started to plan the whole date for the two of you, the second you gave him your phone number

“I actually waited the whole time, hoping you’d ask me out” You laughed, as you sat in the passenger seat of Jun’s car. Who looked over to you the second that he stopped at a red light. “Is that so?” He smiled, seeing you nodding. “Yeah, ever since you came by the first time.. giving me this nice smile, just like right now.” You looked at him, at the way he smiled so pretty. Just like he was nearly getting lost in your sparkly eyes, he wanted to look into that pretty face as often as he could. After a following 10 minute ride, you both made it to Jun’s secret destination. “That’s a.. fancy restaurant.” You said, gazing at the pretty interior designs and the furniture. “You like it?” He asked, worried that you didn’t like it. “No, I love it.” You exclaimed, absolutely impressed. It has been a while since a pretty man took you out to such a nice date.

— ౨ৎ

YourDate!Jun who is so pleased to get to know you more and more for the night, paying attention to every word that leaves your pretty lips

“He really told you to pay, even though it was at the cheapest restaurant you had to pick?” Jun asked with wide eyes, visibly flabbergasted. Making you chuckle as you nodded, “So yeah, that’s why I was so excited when we entered this restaurant, you picked out a really pretty one.” You praised him. Without knowing that Jun spent hours looking for something that you might like. He even asked around in his friend group, and now he owes Jeonghan for this recommendation. But it was more than worth.

— ౨ৎ

Bf!Jun who is the happiest man since he now is able to call you his girlfriend, buying you the prettiest things and doing the most meaningful gestures

“Hey pretty girl,” Jun said as he entered the coffee shop, which was already closed for customers. Catching your attention, Jun began speaking again, as he watched you smiling already. “What’s a beautiful woman doing here… without flowers?” He chuckled, getting out a small bouquet that he hid behind his back. Seeing you laugh, your lover admired you. “Thank you, pretty boy.” You smiled as you walked towards him to kiss him hello. And at the end of telling another how much you missed each other, you put the pretty tulips in a vase at the cash register. But when Jun realized you didn’t take the flowers home, he began to buy you two bouquets, always two. One for the cash register, to remind you every day at your workplace that his presence is there, and the other one for your apartment so you could think of him wherever you were.

— ౨ৎ (short nsfw)

Fiance!Jun who clearly is obsessed with you (and the flowers he gets you, because he has so much fun picking them out for you)

“Baby I think you need new flowers for your vase,” Jun said, as he was seated between your thighs, hearing your pretty moans coming to a halt and a whine escaping instead. “Jun, shut uuup”. You whispered, tangling your hands in his soft locks as you gently guided him back to where he was supposed to be. His nose bumping your clit as he began to focus on kissing your folds. “I love this kitty.” He purred, knowing you’d began to protest the second you heard that nickname. “Boy stop calling it kit-“ without even being able to end your sentence, a moan escaped you. Your fiancé licking a big stripe up your pussy. “First of all, it’s sir. Got it, pretty?. And baby, this perfect pussy that you have, I wish I could just eat it 24/7. Is that better” He asked, knowing it’d drive you crazy the second your head fell back into the soft pillows of your shared bed. (in love).

[harunade]

We need to start talking about gyuvin having a size kink 😭 mans is 184 cm (or 185)

also can I be ☁️ anon? <3 thank you, I love ur work ❤️❤️

hii yes ofc tysm!!

No but gyuvin def has a size kink. he’s so tall that 90% of the ppl he hangs out with look sm smaller. its no different with you.

he also has huge hands, so he gets soooo turned on if he sees you struggling to take even his fingers… i think hes into finger sucking too but that’s for another time just to then fuck you and see the outline of his cock pushing thru your tummy. “you’re so big” that’s all it takes to make his cock twitch inside of you.

but the moment when gyuvin realised had a size kink is when you first rode him. At first, you couldn’t even take half of him in. his hands would play with your boobs, loving how he could cup them fully with his hands. When you finally started going up and down on him, the way he saw his dick disappear in your pussy made him get close instantly. the moment he came was when he pushed your tummy, pressing his tip more into you. he filled you up nicely, shortly after admiring how it poured out of you

[mattsdae]

help wanted pt. 2

find pt. 1 here and pt. 3 here

content warnings: joe young x masc reader , phone sex , wet dreams , dacryphilia , referenced blowjobs (?) , kinda public sex , corruption kink obvs , a sprinkle of humiliation kink , handjobs , cumming on face (it was on accident i swear) , they kinda get caught , reader lies ab bible verses (shoutout to @doug-remer-milk-consumer for that one)

word count: ~4.3k

synopsis: joe often finds himself confused on set and asks you for help. in a time of need, you’re the only person he can think of to call.

a/n: this fic is probably gonna turn into a lowkey slowburn just bc i love joe and reader sm <3 also, just know that reader is kind of an unreliable narrator when it comes to characterizing joe just bc he assumes how joe feels without really asking, just keep that in mind lol

 joe hung up soon after he asked the question and never called back. he was a weird dude, you already knew that, but a part of you felt bad for what happened. you knew how devoted he was to his religion, but you now had the knowledge that he has some.. interests that don’t fit into that religion too well.

you didn’t work with him again for a month. for a while, you wondered if it were on purpose. at one point, you two were working together multiple times a week, now it was few and far between. you were adjusting the umbrella light when joe walked in. he kept his head down, even as dave told him good morning. he was usually nice enough to respond, though he did find some of dave’s compliments a little weird.

“what’s up his ass,” he muttered bluntly. you shrugged even though you knew exactly what was wrong. you thought about seeking him out and asking if he was okay, but you decided against it. if he wanted to talk, he’d talk.

the shoot went relatively smooth. he didn’t seem to be super into it, so a lot of the shots on his face would have to be cut, but that was actually pretty common for him. at first, you thought his lack of attraction was because of his abstinence, but now you had a different theory.

the man was gay. he’d never come to the conclusion himself, obviously, but it was starting to make itself more known to you. after hearing about his dream, you noticed more habits that were a little suspicious. first of all, he never found any of the women he’d shoot with attractive. that one would have been a blaring alarm if it weren’t for his religious practices. another thing was when certain guys from the crew talked to him. it was obvious who he found attractive. he’d get shy and try to end the conversation as soon as possible, even if it made the interaction awkward, which he did fairly often with you.

you also started to notice the way he’d glance at you, too. it took a while to really pay attention, but sometimes you’d catch him. his eyes would be big as he looked over you, staring a little harder at certain areas he found attractive, mostly focused on your arms or face. you once caught him staring at your dick as you talked to someone else, which made you laugh. he looked away as soon as he realized and luckily the conversation warranted a laugh, so nobody asked any questions.

it took a week after the shoot, nearly a month and a half without talking, when he called again. it was late, you rolled onto your side and drifting in and out of sleep while listening to your tv. you groaned when the phone rang, but stopped feeling as upset as you recognized his number. you answered.

“hello?” you rasped, rubbing your eyes as you leaned up on your elbows.

“i had another dream.” you blinked, trying to comprehend words.

“what?”

“i.. i had a dream about you. again.” he muttered.

“okay? and? i thought i taught you how to handle that.” if you weren’t half asleep and frustrated, you wouldn’t have said it. you probably would have taken advantage of the opportunity, but decided you were too tired to jack off with him.

“i tried but..” he trailed off for a second. “i couldn’t do it.”

“what do you mean you couldn’t..” oh.

“yeah..” he needed you to help him cum. even though it was 4 in the morning and he had clearly been trying for a while, he still couldn’t do it without you. you blushed a bit, realizing how much he actually needed you.

“you want me to talk to you?” you asked, voice still languid and raspy as he agreed. “tell me about your dream. it might give me some ideas.”

“we were on set.. for- for some reason we were starring together..” you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will yourself to not get hard. “you.. you touched me and you kissed me.. and i liked it.”

“you liked when i touched your cock?” he whimpered at the word, but hummed in agreement soon after. “oh, baby.. you must be so desperate for me to touch you, hm? i’m sure you’ll want the real thing at some point.”

“mhm..” he nodded along, making quick work of himself as he listened to your voice. you rolled onto your back, stretching as you tried to wake yourself up a little more.

“i don’t even have to talk dirty, do i? just hearing my voice is enough for you, right?” he whines, moans starting to string together as he got closer. you knew he would cum quick. he was sensitive, which made his orgasm come quicker than most. he also spent a while trying to get off himself, which added to his sensitivity. “fuck, i love the noises you make. so pretty.. i wish i could hear it in person, but you’re too shy for that, huh? too scared?”

“n-no..” he sobbed, denying your words. it almost bordered on bullying what you said, but he still basked in your words, degrading or not. he moaned, muffling it as he covered his mouth. you tutted.

“don’t cover your mouth. i wanna hear your pretty little noises..” he clearly enjoyed that considering he almost instantly came. he let out loud, desperate moans as he thrusted into his hand. “good boy.. keep going for me.”

“t-too much..” he sobbed, still moving his hands along even after orgasm. you chuckled, enjoying how obedient he was. you rolled back over to your side.

“it’s okay. you’re doing so good. we just gotta make sure you’re all done, right?” he agrees, even though he started to feel overly sensitive. “you think you’re done?”

“yes, i-i’m done- i’m done,” he hiccupped. you knew there were tears streaming down his cheeks, his face probably puffy and red from embarassment and overstimulation.

“you can stop.” he sighed in relief, relaxing again. you listened to his breathing. every so often, he’d sniffle, but he never said anything. you expected him to hang up and avoid you like the plague again, but he stayed on the line. just you nearly broke the silence, he spoke up.

“can you stay for a minute?” his voice trembled, nervous for your answer. you chuckle.

“of coarse. i’m real tired though, so i might fall asleep,” you warn. he hums.

“i just.. i wanna talk.” you swallow, clearing your throat.

“a-about what?” you stumbled over your words.

“anything?” he responded. you licked over your lips, nervous. you never got like this. you were used to smooth talking and getting in a girls pants, not having a real conversation. “how was your day?”

“uhh, pretty good.. i went on a walk earlier which was nice. got chewed up by bugs, though.” he giggled, making your stomach churn.

“i know you’re supposed to love all creatures because god made them, but bugs are so hard to love! they always bite me!” he smiled. you laughed as well, enjoying the innocent conversation. “there’s this one trail that’s really nice this time of year, but you gotta be careful for snakes. you gotta wear pretty thick pants and boots so they don’t get you.”

“it’s, like, 100 degrees outside, though. i think i’d pass out from heat exhaustion before i left my apartment.” he laughed again.

“that’s a good point..” he thought for a moment, the line going quiet as he did so. you nearly fell back asleep before he spoke up again. “maybe we can go in the fall.”

“we?” you asked, wondering if he even understood the implication.

“yeah! it’ll be fun! we get to hang out in the woods and go hiking! i don’t get to do that with my old friends, but you can!” for some reason, you actually felt a little sad when he called you his friend.

“yeah, that does sound fun.” the line goes quiet again, this time you weren’t tired anymore. your heart raced as you tried to think rationally. you couldn’t though, only staring at the ceiling blankly as you thought about being with joe. it was a stupid idea for multiple reasons, but you couldn’t help warming up to the idea.

“i’m tired,” he mumbled, yawning. you nodded.

“me too.” silence. you thought about hanging up, but you let him make the decision. eventually he spoke up again, his voice drawn and mumbled.

“you really wanna hang out one day?” you felt sick, hands grabbing at your sheets as you agreed. you were just trying to make him feel good, right? he would be heartbroken if you said no. “okay. i’ll see what we can do.”

he didn’t speak again. you nervously waited for him to say something, but it never came. he must’ve fallen asleep at some point, so you hung up. you didn’t go to bed until the sunrise, too panicked to even think about sleeping.

you worked with joe again a week later. instead of being shy and avoidant, he now happily walked up to you and started conversation. you smiled and nodded along, but still felt that weird ache in your chest you couldn’t diagnose. he grinned, bouncing off of every joke you made with excitement. dave joined in once of twice, which neither of you really minded. joe was in a happy mood in general, so hopefully everything would go nice and smooth. eventually, he walked off, holding the script after dave gave him an extra he had on hand.

after a while of helping dave set up shots, joe came back. he didn’t look as relaxed anymore, now holding the script tightly in front of him as he stood behind you. he chewed on his lip, flesh already tender and inflammed as he waited for you. for a while, you expected him to make himself known, but he didn’t.

“what’s up,” you started. he looked around, making sure nobody was paying attention. dave was too busy talking to the new guy to notice and everyone else were just showing up, going off to put their stuff down and make small talk. he leaned close, whispering.

“can you help me out?” he asked. you nod, stifling a smile as he lead you to his dressing room. another question from the script, the main fantasy both of you held. he stood as you sat on the couch. another awkward silence filled the room, joe clearly having trouble talking to you.

“what do you need help with, man?” the script crinkled in his grip as he clinched his fists, avoiding eye contact. you waited for a second before speaking up again. “you gotta tell me what you want. i can’t read minds, you know.”

“what was the word you used for the dream i had?” he mumbled. a moment passed where you thought, trying to figure out what he was talking about. it clicked.

“a wet dream?” he tensed up a bit, head now hanging low as he started to turn red. you’d never get over his reactions to your words.

“y-yeah. do you.. remember what it was about?” he started rubbing his hands over his pants, trying to ground himself.

“the first one or the second one?” he huffed, realizing he did have multiple dreams about you.

“first one..”

“yeah, a little.” you acted like you didn’t think about his dreams while masturbating more often than not. it wasn’t the dream itself that turned you on, more that he dreamt of it. the idea of him waking up in the middle of the night, unable to wrap his head around what happened and being forced to call you, the one he dreamt about, made you more aroused than any porno ever could.

joe walked stiffly towards the couch, sitting next to you as he held out the script. his arm covered his crotch, which only made you more interested.

“it was a lot like this.” you nodded and flipped halfway through, skipping over all the cheesy buildup and glancing over some of the lines. after a while of reading the pages, you shut the packet again and gave it back. it was a basic porn script where joe was supposed to get head from a girl, nothing special.

“i’m assuming you thought about me instead of the girl?” you joked but he didn’t respond to it. you patted his thigh. “it’s all good, man. everyone has a wet dream every once in a while; it’s a part of being human.”

“but.. you’re a guy.” you nodded. clearly your explaination of just helping each other out didn’t suffice. you thought for a second before responding.

“well, you know eve was made from adam’s rib, right?” he nods. “then eve really isn’t that different to adam and you aren’t that different to me. it’s one in the same, you know?”

“i never really thought of it that way.” you nearly cooed at how gullible he is. you knew he never thought of it that way because every word was bullshit and would most likely send you to hell if god were real, but he still nodded along. “are you sure?”

“i’m sure.” you wrapped your arm around him and he leaned in, his head resting on your chest for a moment. if it weren’t for the lie you just told him, you might’ve cherished the moment.

“so my dreams aren’t bad?” he sounded so ashamed, his hands still gripping at his pants. he almost pouted as he asked, finally looking up at you and making eye contact. you stomach did a flip, his sweet expression physically hurting you.

“of coarse not, dude. i think it’s kinda nice,” you smile. his eyes widen, glimmering like a puppy’s you tell them how good they are.

“really?” you nod. he leans back into your arms. it really was sweet, his head resting against you as you rubbed his arm. “can i tell you something? and you can’t be mad.”

“shoot.” he tensed up again, slightly pulling away.

“i have.. jeez, i can’t say it.” his head fell forward, gripping at his pants again. you take your arm back, letting him letting him pull away fully. his hands covered himself again.

“it’s fine, man. you can show me if you can’t say it.” you tried not to assume anything, but you were proven correct as he pulled his hands away. an obvious bulge showed and you almost looked away from instinct. you never looked at another dude’s dick before, but it also felt wrong to avoid looking. you talked him through an orgasm while personally fantasizing about how he looked, cock and all, so why were you suddenly scared of it?

“i’m sorry..” he teared up, making you actually coo.

“aww, don’t apologize. do you want me to touch you?” you spoke gently, as if one wrong word would make him break. it probably would, considering he was already on the verge of crying from shame.

“i’m not sure,” he whimpered. you nodded, placing your hand on his thigh and rubbing.

“it’s okay. we don’t start filming for another hour or so. you can try using what i taught you again!” he blushed, facing away from you fully. you leaned close. “there’s nothing to be ashamed about, man. every guy’s had a boner in public.”

he groaned, leaned forward and covering his face. you patted his back, wondering if anyone noticed you were gone. it’d been several minutes and dave really needed your help. you leaned down again.

“i’m gotta get back to set. if you need me, just grab me, okay?” he nodded with a dramatic whine. dave asked a couple of questions before concluding that you took a shit on set. you laughed along with the jokes, even making some yourself, as you basically trained the new guy on how to set things up.

another 20 minutes pass and you were squating down on the ground, pointing out what gear was needed. you start to feel someone staring at you and as you turn, you make eye contact. joe had his head poked out from the hallway, staring at you with big eyes. he waved towards himself, pouting. you stood.

“give me just a second, i need the bathroom.” you walked away as dave threw some jokes at you. turning the corner, joe immediately dragged you into his dressing room. he shut the door behind him and quickly went to the couch to sit down.

“i-i tried,” he stuttered, raking his fingers through his hair and almost panting.

“you tried what?”

“i tried to do what you.. taught me.. but it still didn’t work. i-i think i need help.” he rambled, starting to cry. you nodded, stepping closer and crouching down to his level.

“hey, hey, it’s okay. you don’t gotta cry, man..” he nodded, wiping his tears and trying to hide his face. you rub his legs. “i can help. i just wanna make sure you’re okay with that.”

“i need you..” he whines, not even realizing what he said. you stifle a moan and continue to rub his legs. he looked down at you with a pout.

“what do you want me to do, baby?” you ask, your hand finding their way to the imprint on his slacks, massaging along the way. he relaxes into the touch, adjusting his position so he was on the edge of the couch.

“can you what you did in my dream?” he asked a little too quick. you nod, smiling at the idea of him jacking off to his own dream of you sucking him off, before realizing that meant you had to suck him off, not some fantasy version of you he made up. your face flushed as you squeezed, a little surprised by the size. you didn’t have expectations going in, but he could definitely do more pornos based on size. he whimpered as you touched him.

“you want me to give you head?” he lets out a cry, still humiliated by your words. most people wouldn’t think twice about the term, but joe felt himself melt as he heard it. “say it out loud. i need you to say yes or no.”

“yes..” his voice trembled.

“and..?” you waited as he tried to form the words, but consistantly falling short. you let go and he whines, grabbing your wrist.

“no, no, no- please, y/n. please- i need it..” he begged. you shook your head.

“i need to hear you say it before i can do it.”

“i-i want you to.. oh- i need you to give me h-head.” the words sounded foreign coming from his mouth. you’d never heard him speak like this genuinely, which only made you feel that corruptive urge again. you supressed a smile as he sniffles.

“good boy,” you praise. he whimpers as you touch him again. you feel him up, experimenting with what he liked before finding out he seemed to really enjoy the rougher squeezes. you ran your thumb over his clothed tip before fully gripping him. his back arched and a string of noises came out with only a few words thrown in.

“ah, ah, please-“ he sobbed still gripping your wrist harshly. you used your free hand to push it away, earning another hearty whine. you kissed his inner thigh, him shivering as he felt your breath against his thigh.

“keep your hands by your side. don’t want you getting too excited, right?” he nods, still oblivious to the jabs. you loved it, him innocently agreeing to you, even as you degraded and humiliated him. he plants both hands to his sides, gripping the cushions as you kiss again. you continued your little pecks up and up, making him tremble and melt. eventually you found yourself inches away from his cock, nerves stopping you from continuing. “you know, i’ve never done this before, right?”

“really?” he looked down at you, eyes lighting up when he realized that you also still had first times to experience, not just him. you nod. you weren’t really trying to be reassuring, but it was nice to see him become more confident in your dynamic.

“yeah, so you’re gonna have to tell me if you like it.” you said, but you wouldn’t be suprised if he found everything arousing. he nods, his eyes flicking between you and his cock. “you wanna watch, baby?”

he nods again, his face getting warmer by the second as yours did. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was also into this. maybe he liked being corrupted, the humiliation of not knowing what was happening or the having words to express it. you unbuckle his belt, tapping his leg to get him to lean up. he does and watched you pull his boxers and pants down in one motion.

his legs tried to close around you, attempting to hide from exposure. for a moment, you hesitated. you’d never slept with a guy. you never touched a guy, never kissed a guy, hell, you never even liked a guy. now, you were on your knees in front of a mormon of all people with his dick in your face. you chewed on your lip, thinking.

“you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said quickly. you look up at him. even though he was clearly desperate to feel your mouth on him, he must’ve seen how nervous you were, which made you smile. you nod.

“how about this: i touch you and if i feel comfortable blowing you later, i will.” he shivered at the terms you used, but agreed either way. it took you a few seconds to work up the courage to touch him. you experimented, running the very tip of your fingers down the underside, causing him to sigh heavily. with a little more motivation from his noises, you wrapped your hand around him.

running your hand up and down with little grip, you stopped towards the head. you rubbed circles right under the tip, smiling when his hips bucked. he whimpered, trying to keep himself still. his fingers dug into the couch as you stimulated him, almost the same way you’d do a girl’s clit. and just like a girl, he moaned nice and high.

even with his nails digging into the leather, it wasn’t enough. soon, he let go and grabbed at your hair, needing to touch. you whimper as he tugged, quickly apologizing. he wasn’t pushy like most guys would when they got a hold of somebody’s hair, instead detangling knots to make up for yanking your hair, only to do it again everytime you hit a sensitive spot.

with new found confidence, you started touching him the same way you did yourself. a rough grip, of which made him sob and squirm, and quick jerks. he almost wailed, fingers letting go of your locks and grabbing your shirt. the material bunched up into his hands before he let it go and grabbed onto your shoulder.

his hips bucked again, your free hand holding onto his hip and pinning it down. he whined, trying to take your hand away but obeying when your grip tightened. even though you originally used this as an excuse to not to give him head, you started to question how you really felt. his precum formed pretty little droplets, your fingers quickly wiping over it for lubricant. once another leaked out, you leaned forward, tongue quickly lapping over the liquid. your eyebrows furrowed, almost cringing at the taste before being distracted by his high pitched moan. his grip on your shoulder tightened and so did yours on his cock. you glanced up at him, making eye contact.

“a-ah!” he yelped, immediately ejaculating. you turned your head away, gritting your teeth as he came all over your hand and your body. he panted above you, whimpering as you let go. “i’m sorry- i’m sorry-“

he quickly apologized before he even finished, hips still bucking against your hand. you held your breath, trying to find the power in you to not freak out over another man’s jizz on your body. you looked back at him.

his cheeks were red, eyes wide and quickly flicking between each drop of cum on you. his chest rose and fell quickly as he adjusted himself, keeling over a bit as the tip dragged against the couch. he whimpered from overstimulation, still apologizing.

“it’s fine, man..” your voice strained, grabbing at a random shirt on the ground and wiping the side of your face before letting out the breath you’d been holding. “happens to the best of us.”

“here.” he grabbed the shirt from you, wiping over your hair and your neck before handing it back. he saw the tensed expression on your face and physically deflated at it. “i-i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to.. it just- i’m sorry.”

“i promise, it’s fine.” you wiped off your hand before discarding that shirt and grabbing another to hand him, letting him clean up. he took it. “i just.. wasn’t expecting it.”

both of you jumped as someone knocked on the door. he called out a quick ‘just a minute’ before quickly pulled up his pants as you stood, trying to find some place to hide. you huffed, not finding anywhere good and sitting next to joe.

“what are you doing?” he whisper-yelled. you grabbed the script and held it between you.

“helping you out with the script.” he nodded before saying ‘come in’. dave poked his head in.

“there you are! we’re starting in 5, you two. oh, and y/n, i need your help with this light.” you nod, stepping towards him. he held his hand out, making you stand still for a moment. he glanced over your body before chuckling. “i’m fucking with you. i just wanted to see if that was really cum on your shirt.”

your stomach dropped as he shut the door, suddenly feeling the urge to vomit. the room was silent before you slowly turned and saw the look of horror on joe’s face, completely still and not breathing.

somehow, you comforted him enough to leave the room within 5 minutes while finding something to put on that wasn’t soaked in joe’s cum. luckily, the new guy fucked up one of the cameras and they had to call the shoot off, rescheduling for the next day. knowing how anxious joe was, it felt like a blessing. you now stood outside, smoking a cigarette as you waited for dave to come tell you what time you needed to come in. joe stepped out the door, and slowly walked towards you, avoiding eye contact.

“i’m sorry.. again.” joe stood next to you. almost everyone left, everyone else already fed up and opting for dave to call them instead of waiting. you shrugged, flicking the ash away from him.

“it’s all good. at least i got a new shirt out of it,” you chuckle. he didn’t laugh, instead awkwardly looking away for a few minutes before walking off. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

he didn’t respond and you’d never admit it, but it hurt a little.

[gendermuddledenby]

(Because I think they blocked me I'm going to post what I just said to an 18y/o asking Tumblr for advice on Slave/Hypno kink because neither they nor their owner are experienced at all and um... I had some concerns about that so I'll put them for everyone else here instead.

"Listen, you are technically an adult and I'm not your parent, but you did ask and I need you to try to read this through and think about it.

STOP. SLOW DOWN. THINK.

Have you actually researched what you're doing properly? Do you even know how baseline BDSM works to begin with? Have you tried any lighter BDSM to start with before you go half-cocked headfirst into Consenual Nonconsent territory, an area even properly matured adults with actual experience are extremely careful in navigating? Do you even know what a consent model is yet? Have you chosen one? Consider the fact that you're both so inexperienced could put either or both of you in a lot of danger of physical or mental health issues if you don't properly understand the ins and outs of kink in general, let alone anything this intense. Don't be mad at me for saying this, just really think about it. Slow down. Think. RESEARCH. Learn about it in more detail from somewhere OTHER than tumblr. There are resources out there which can be really helpful in learning. Dump '50 Shades of Grey' IMMEDIATELY if that was ever in your repertoire at all [it may not be I'm just covering the bases]. Look for SM 101 by Jay Wiseman. Get it and read it properly FIRST as a BASELINE before you go anywhere NEAR slave and hypnosis play.

That's my advice. If you have done all that, then great!! I'd hope you would have learned most of what you needed to know from better sources already than tumblr though."

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE if you are freshly 18 or 19 or 20 [honestly 21-24 as well in my opinion] PLEASE understand you are still VERY YOUNG and you HAVE to navigate this community EXTRA CAREFULLY. Just because you're not legally a minor anymore doesn't mean you're suddenly a fully sexually mature adult capable of handling an actually abusive dynamic if BDSM goes wrong and it turns out you ran into a dickhead or even just an idiot who doesn't know a damn thing and took advantage of the fact you didn't either to pull some dangerous crap.

There's a very good reason why I have 25 as my minimum age requirement to interact with me. It's not foolproof, but it's something to start with to ensure I'm talking with someone likely capable of handling complex communication and sorting out issues well. I don't care if you don't think this is fair, it's scientific fact most human brains haven't fully developed until 25, so I think that's a safer age to accept as a 29 year old myself. Real life toxic power dynamics are NOT fun and certainly not safe. I dated someone 6 years older than me before I was even 18, but trust me, it doesn't get better with a handful of years slapped on actually. It started fucked and it ended fucked, and I don't want that for you, be it me or someone else engaging with you that way before you've actually matured to that baseline.

And for the love of everything, please make sure you know what you're doing as a baseline before asking Tumblr for advice. There are reputable resources out there like the one I mentioned. Go use those first and come back here when you have better baseline knowledge at the very least.

I'm hardly perfect and I'm still figuring out the best way to conduct myself in this kink too. But I started with understanding the basics and talking about it with people with more experience than me and using reputable resources to learn more and I'm trying to practice this safely as possible and am open to correction. I'm also, as I said, 29 years old and have way more experience in sexual/kink interactions in general just based on how long I've been on the planet, let alone the actual number of years I've been exploring it. I'm significantly better equipped to navigate this to begin with than an 18 year old launching straight into the most hardcore category they know of the second no one can take their partner to court for it on paper.

I'm tired so I probably haven't thought of everything I should have covered here but just....be safe out there guys. And make sure you're following basic safety practices and while I can't tell you what to do, I can strongly advise you don't get involved with anyone that much older than you or equally inexperienced at such young ages. I can guarantee you're not the complete grown-up you think you are and dear lord CNC is NOT the category of BDSM you want to be finding that out in.)

[sommerregenjuniluft]

lune!!!

i was rereading ant pile yesterday and i’m acc losing it over them. i was wondering if you have any hc’s / story’s you couldn’t fit into the fic or j wanna share (i love them sm, they have a pintrest board all for themselves) <33

oh i do i do!! first of all that means so much royal im smooching you so hard

there’s already another b-side planned but i haven’t gotten around to writing it but basically it’s inspired by dom’s song Bodies (so basically about barty’s slut behavior and evan being a jealous capricorn) so one time when they’re having sex they kind of get on the topic for some reason and at some point barty randomly blurts that a few months/year back (previous to them figuring their shit out) he had the thought of just getting evan pregnant so that they could maybe try themselves at a relationship. like a twisted way of barty locking evan down to him with the measure of being his baby daddy…… which is. just so deranged T-T. evan sputters immediately and hits b real hard on the shoulder but also Blushes profusely so that’s how they figure out barty’s breeding kink and evan’s daddy kink but only in the way of barty being his baby daddy. (they’re so stupid)

and for general hcs (and something i plan on incorporating in another b-side possibly) is that at some age probably around the time rose started talking to evan about finding a summer job at 13/14 barty realizes that he’s in fact from a much wealthier upbringing (they’re not exactly Rich people but his dad is a fancy judge and all) and that he’s basically costing the rosiers a lot of money by having meals with them and living there half the time. he’s very sneaky about his plan to pay them back. at first it’s leaving change around all the time, coins and crumpled bills that rose just assumes must be evan’s so she puts them in his money jar in the kitchen. at like 15/16 the washing machine breaks and barty pays the guy bringing and installing it. rose thinks she flirted her way out of paying and has an incredible self confident boost from it too, acting all silly and haughty about how gorgeous must be to evade such a high bill with pretty privilege lmao. barty starts filling up evan’s gas tank randomly, always finding an excuse to be the one to by snacks. he goes grocery shopping with evan’s mom and insists on paying because she’s already doing the work of cooking and all (he can’t overdo that one tho or she will get suspicious). ofc evan figured it out at some point (timeline wise it’s after the first kiss in Ant Pile (from the second chapter) and after the b-side but before they get together) and he pins barty to the door of his room. demanding an explanation and that he stops because they don’t need pity money. barty simply replies that they’re his Family and that’s what they do, they take care of each other. it makes evan so warm and dizzy he actually kisses barty for it

some time early high school they both bleach each other’s hair and they totally ruin evan’s curl pattern with it completely frying his hair and also they both just look Yellow and then rose comes home takes one look and tells them to not move a single finger and turns back around to buy toner. when she comes back she helps them fix it and it actually does look pretty badass. once it’s past half grown out rose cuts evan’s hair all short again. he lets it grow from then on and it gets all big and curly again and barty is violently obsessed with it

[baekhvuns]

OMG HELLO BAEKSSS!!!

It has been such a long time 😭

I have SAUR much to tell you!

Ok first of all let's start with how I got a part time job as a second year student and 😭 THERE'S THIS GUY THERE AND MY FREAKING MIND CANNOT COMPREHEND HIS BEAUTY! Like istg he looks like a mix of yunho and soobin?? His lips are an exact copy of soobin's! (Don't ask why il abt his lips-) And obviously he's so tall. (The part-time job is at a restaurant btw) and when I tell you he's probably the reason so many people even come to that restaurant like I'm not saying all of them but I'm sure half the portion of them high school girls 😭 but I kinda feel lonely there since I'm bad at socialising but dw I'm working on that.

My phone just acted up- anyways, it acted up again 😭 so I was saying i read those asks regarding the whole ff thing. And y'all aren't wrong, Bcz these days the plot is porn 😃. I mean have you seen those fic with tons of warning at hand that's just a collection of kinks 😭 and the whole bsf's dad trope??? Like atp y'all require grass! Or maybe a whole dang rainforest!

But other than that I reread your fics just to feel something 🥹 and yes I'm positive I felt something Bcz now I'm lovesick. Someone send me my Mr Park, my bg, MY DUKEEE 😭 oh I also dedicated one song to each of the hwa fics, (even tho I've read the other members fics, ...hwa just hits diff.) Okokok! Pls don't judge my music taste tho 😩 [the way I said one nd gv out a whole playlist smh]

Rewrite the stars- if I didn't put rewrite the stars, the greatest showman I'd be considered a criminal! You belong with me too!!

The trouble with hating you- ok ok so Polaroid love for the whole happy moments but then she's in the rain by The Rose for when hwa breaks yn's heart and aurora (Ateez)

Mr and Mrs park- MAMA IM IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL 😩 Britney spearsss and i discovered a new song that's called "old love" by Yuji and boi, i get flashbacks to that confession scene! Bambi (baekhyun), mhm (kai) and peaches were made for this, OK HEAR ME OUT FILTER BY JIMIN-

Duke and the general- I GOT SO MANY!!

- day and night (Jung seung hwan)

-But it's destiny (10cm)

-breaking down (Ailee)

-lover (TS)

-My everything (Ariana Grande)

I could go on-

Khronos- Tears, trauma o wait one last time by Ariana, young and beautiful Lana del rey, stay with me (chanyeol and punch) all about you (Ateez) euphoria too

Just friends- ohhh lemme whip my nsfw song playli-

-circus (Britney mother spears)

-Angel eyes (ABBA)

-into you (Ariana)

- they don't know about us (1D)

- luxurious (Gwen Stefani)

- pillow talk (Zayn) AHEM-

- love talk (wayv) AHEEMMM

-cream soda (exo) aiahwjahsjsj

-Candy (baekhyun) AGH-

Ok but in the end we never knew if yn and hwa got married but like imagine if they had decided to and they hv their kids! Like the leading models get married and just think THE VISUAL hwayoung would hv (I mean I obv don't mean I'm the yn 😭) and then yn takes her for a red carpet or something when she's like 9 or 10 and then we see hwayoung directly after like 10 yrs and everyone is shocked Bcz she has the genes of her mother with the personality of her father THAT'D BE SO DOPE!

Let's not fall in love again- OK GET READY FOR THIS!

-Everytime (chen, punch)

-love sight (TXT)

-I think I'm in love again (kat dahlia) I love the irony, Bcz I also know this is what went thru hwa's brain

- I will go to you like the first snow (Ailee)

- love me like that (Sam Kim)

Bodyguard- but idk why I'd like to put some 00's nd 10s songs here bcz....it's just the vibe!

-OMG I WANT IT THT WAY 😭😭 idkw but it fits acc to me

- you drive me crazy (Britney again...I luv her sm :') )

- all of me (John legend)

- dandelions (ruth b)

- serendipity (jimin)

-a lot like love (baek a yoon)

Somehow bg's ones are kinda soft? Idk 😭but yeah this was fun to do! I love doing these things for ffs, like you'd do with movies or novels! And i hope you enjoy these too 😩🤧 anyways it's like 1:00 AM, and my phone screen feels a little too bright for my eyes 😭 gnn and bye hope you're taking care of yourselves! 💕💕💕

HELLO t’s been a while!!

omg???? a part time AND at a restaurant as a second year student?? swap places right now idc idc idc & OH??? that’s a very interesting thing u shared, when r we making the moves 🔫 chaerss u have a very y/n job, you gotta bring out your y/n-ness in these situations like ITS NEARING THE HOLIDAYS U NEVER KNOW

ur correct, i was scrolling thru some atz fics yesterday to see abt to read and all the disclaimers were: angry, handcuffs, pissed off reader x pissed off member or name calling or every kink in existence what happened to HI?? HELLO??? A RAINFOREST LMFAOOO,,, crying u guys r so nice it makes me so happy to see that u guys really enjoy the fics to the whole 😭😭 i will be back pls im defrosting!!

LMFAOOOO OKAY IM READY BC I ALSO HAD MY LISTS FROM WHEN I WROTE THESE FICS!! omg the rewrite the stars one is absolutely correct, it’s what i listened to every time i wrote that fic!

omg wait ur kinda right that fits the trouble w hating u,, i used classic by mkto for the funsies! WAIT FUCK THAT CRIMINAL FITS MR AND MRS PARK SO WELL FHWKDHWKHDKW I ALSO USED HIM & I BY HALSEY AND GEASY & IM YOURS BY ISABEL LAROSA!! duke and his general never had a song lost but i agree with everything up there 🤚🏻

omg khronus??? i used moon lovers ost the most, my love my lee hi and davichi’s songs, insterstellar BUT YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL??? KILL ME RIVHT NOW FJWKFHEK this was my playlist for khronus

WAIT THEY DONT KNOW ABOUT US WAS A BODYGUARD HWA SONG + you & i FBWKDHK,,, just friends had the most fashion and nsfw songs, the weeknd, just friends by virginia to vegas, say it right nelly furtado, rich girl by gwen stefani, i like me better lauv, OH PILLOW TALK??? 👀 omg no bc i have a whole universe for them and ur right on track no bc imagine the two top models of the industry getting married like??? crazy i know the kids would be crazy tall too and the GENES??? wow i will draft a fic just u wait

STOP THAT LETS NOT FALL IN LOVE IS SO ACCURATE STOP IT FBKWBDKS IM IN LOVE AGAIN WAS MY SHIT!

omg no i love these i love hearing the thoughts on the different stories & what ppl think their future would be like esp for just friends, the entire industry at their wedding??? iM THERE hope u had a good sleep!! thank u for sending this in 💓

[bang-to-the-tan]

Me, writing the Moth update: ok so oc is like, deprived at this point she just, she just straight up fuckin cries when someone holds her (and they do fucking hold her in fact) very gently and for a longer time than usual and it’s just very good and sweet and there is non-sexual touching extremely involved

Also me: I wouldn’t really say lockdown is affecting me, personally, too much, when it comes to me, and my life, and just my own side of things just like I’m—me I’m doing pretty okay yknow wouldn’t say, um, wouldn’t say it’s making too much difference on my life in fact it’s impact currently is pretty minimal if I had to guess take a just a quick guess at how it’s affected me which is to say not at all and everything is actually fine

[neuvistar]

poly jingren x reader has been on my mind 4 so longgg.. ITS SO BADD. please give me more thirsts or thoughts abt poly!jingren x reader i’m lovin them rn | hint of fluff, mostly nsfw

short lil thirst ! jing yuan + blade x fem!reader (use of she/her pronouns), big dick jing yuan + blade foreal, reader implied 2 be shorter in height, degrading terms (whore, slut, etc), mentions of squirting, mating press + full nelson, SIZE KINK!! SIZE KINK!!, blade’s a lil mean but it’s ok bc it’s blade!, cum cum lots of cum (sounds funny but it’s okay </3) | overall suggestive content minors do not interact

poly!jingren who would have different tolerance of your brattiness. jing yuan having the highest patience for u n blade having the least! you always run to jing yuan whenever blade talks abt punishing u n he thinks it’s soso cute :(( he’s always protecting you, nuzzling against his chest with your arms wrapped around his huge body, ur so cute! a darling you are..

jing yuan always tried dodging the idea of you wearing short skirts in public, why? you would make his dick hard, easy. but, you decided it was a good idea to wear the shortest skirt known 2 mankind one day, paying him a visit at his office. imagine this, jing yuan would be at his office doing work at his desk n all of the sudden you walk in looking all slutty, a short skirt that just barely covers your plushy thighs and ass, he would brush it off at first up until you purposely drop the pen on his desk bending down to pick it up. once you stood up, you would already be bent over his desk. that’s what you wanted, after all. “are you trying to tempt me, dove? because it sure is working.” jing yuan has zero patience whenever you’re acting like a whore in public, he would plant kisses all over your back and pound into you like there’s no tomorrow, his big dick stretching you out :(( choked moans would leave your throat, rambling on about how rough he was being with you, and that people might hear you and walk in, but he didn’t care, infact that was the last of his worries. he savoured the feeling of your tight walls pulsing around his cock, cumming inside and cumming on your panties too! i hope u’ll enjoy the stickiness between your thighs <3 (he’ll snitch to blade too abt it, what a bitch)

poly!jingren would be protective over you, even though they’re a pain to be with sometimes due to their constant arguments and disagreements, dating them does have its benefits. they would stand on either side of you, one on your left and one on your right. geez, you look so cute compared to them, it’s like you were walking around with two dogs on your leash, reading to pounce at anyone who dares speak ill of you or touches you. speaking of size.. i feel like they’d both have a size kink, you’re just so short compared to them they can’t help but fantasize about bending you over and fucking you in different positions, i feel like they both each have their favourites on that.

jing yuan loves putting you in a mating press, he likes it becuz it makes him cum quicker! not even a few thrusts and he’s already cumming inside, loving how you squirt all over his cock. he would press your knees against your chest, folding you in half almost. he would gently draw circles on your knee while the tip of his dick kisses your cervix, he’s so sweet to you though.. whispering praises in your ear. he would catch you off guard sometimes due to how sweet he was with you, not noticing how much he came, staring down at the mess he made in your cunt w cum seeping out </3

blade would absolutely love folding you in a full nelson, bro has sm strength it scares you sometimes. he would hook his arms under your knees, thrusting his hips into you. “sucha’ whore for my cock, aren’t you? you like it when i fuck you hard like this, don’t you?” mmm also also maybe if he’s feeling it, i bet bro would let jing yuan would join too, but he wouldn’t impale you with his dick like blade is, no.. he would rub his cock against your slit, placing kisses on your legs. honestly, jing yuan is your saviour atp. cuz everytime blade folds you in a full nelson, he’s always concerned that he’ll break you, so he tries telling him to ease it up a bit with you <3

poly!jingren would have god like stamina and strength, great speed n strength comes w great consequences! whether it is in a non sexual way or not, i feel like their stamina n strength would be useful in your relationship, its a lil cute since ur kinda shorter in height n they would always tower over u n help i get things from the high shelf or cabinet, it’s so cute! <33 but yet.. it’s a lil scary in bed cuz they can last so long w u and fuck you until you forget your own name, but it’ll be fine!! you can handle them!

poly!jingren both probably didn’t realize they had a size kink until they got intimate with you, it was probably the last of their worries up until one night. blade would probably notice a cute little bump on your stomach, noticing just how small you rlly are compared to them, jing yuan would too! honestly they both just love how their huge cocks slide in and out of your pussy, the bulge on your stomach going down, up, down up, over and over again! you’re just so.. cute they can’t help but stretch your little pussy out a bit.

“cmon sweetheart, you got this. you’re so cute, mhm.. you can handle more right?“

“sure she can, she’s strong girl. if shes— mmp.. squeezing around us like that, i’m sure she can handle more.”

“mm.. mhm. i can see that.” jing yuan leaned down, bringing his voice down to a whisper, “do you like it when we stretch you out with our cocks like this, baby?”

“fuck yeah she does, look at her. she’s creaming on our cocks already. s’ messy.”

poly!jingren who would both try their best to be gentle to you, sometimes it backfires but you don’t seem to mind! what’s very true about them is they both don’t want to hurt you in anyway, sure they fuck you hard enough and punish you but their intentions r never to hurt u, they would always ask you if you’re okay, even if they see the slightest hint of discomfort or pain in your face. especially jing yuan, he’s rlly rlly sweet n same goes to blade but he shows it in his own way. u know that blade doesn’t mean half of the things he says (he knows ur a slut for their cock tho but that’s besides the point) n sometimes he can get carried away but he would apologize with a simple “sorry.” and ask you if he was too rough on you, both r sweethearts yk

[animebixches]

How the GOM w/ Kagami would react to you in lingerie

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Akashi

He’d honestly love it

He’d treat you like the queen you are, and ravish when you would take the time to wear fancy clothes for him

“Darling…”

He would slowly strip you, making sure to touch every part of your body

“Do you love how I touch you?” He’d smile when you’d shiver at his words

After fully stripping you, he’d make you spin around so he can admire your body

Expect PRAISE PRAISE AND MORE PRAISE

Midorima

He would most likely act indifferent towards it

Even still, he can’t deny the bulge in his pant as he stares at you

He’d silently thank Oha Asa because it IS Cancer’s lucky day

Let’s be honest, Midorima is a textbook lover, he’d spend so much time trying to think about how to pleasure you, he’d get too much inside his own head

But seeing you like that…he would act purely on instinct

He’d be careful not to rip your clothes off, but once they’re off, it’s a different story

Modorima would DEFINITELY eat you out until you couldn’t take it anymore, but once you think he’s done…

“What’s wrong (Y/N)? Whoever said I was done?It is us Cancer’s lucky day, might as well use that.”

Aomine

Mans would literally tear the lingerie apart as soon as you walked in

“Aomine! I really liked those!”

“Do I look like I care? You should know better than to tempt me with that shit.”

Aomine will literally fuck you right then and there

He’d be slightly cocky about it too

“You’re already wet for me, hm?”

He would fuck you literally any and everywhere in the house

“I love how you look when you scream my name baby, you love this dick, huh?”

Expect praise but a LOT of degradation

“Fucking slut, you can’t even take all of my dick? Fucking pathetic.”

He’d have you trembling and unable to walk for at LEAST a few days

“Don’t wear that shit anymore.”

Kise

Kise would LOVE it

I honestly think he’d spend more time trying to take pictures of you in it, than actually doing anything

“Y/N-chii, you look so beautiful!”

He’d prolly make one of the pictures his home screen

You’d probably have to initiate the first move because he’d be too consumed in pictures and selfies

As soon as you do though…

Kise would most definitely love to fuck in front of the mirror

Nothing but praises

“Pretty baby…fuck…you’re so fucking beautiful Y/N.”

He’d definitely go faster when you’d call him daddy

Kuroko

Honestly? I have no clue

He’d probably just flush and refuse to make eye contact with you

Kuroko is definitely a sub, you can’t tell me different

You’d have to initiate everything and even still, he’d be shaking the entire time

All in all, the lingere would make it out safely

(I’m so sorry, I don’t know what Kuroko would be like sexually 😭 He’s too precious for that)

Kagami

MAN WOULD GO CRAZY

He would try not to hurt you or the lingerie, but he’s still probably accidentally rip it

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’ll buy you new ones!”

Kagami’s favorite position is 100% doggy

He lovessss to see your ass bounce on his dick

“Fuck baby, stop trynna run away”

He would 100% moan, groan, let out curses…this man has no shame, and wants you to hear how much he loves your pussy

He loves to see the ring of cream around the base of his dick, it almost pushes him over every time

“No one takes me as well as you do…no one makes me cum like you do…”

He’d roughly rub your clit while he’s fucking you

Expect multiple rounds, man has a lot of built up energy

Murasakibara

SAVED MY MANS FOR LAST OMG I LOVE HIM SM🤧🤧😩😩

Murasakibara would hate it honestly

“Y/N-chinnnn, you look beautiful but now it’s going to be even more work to get what I want…what a pain in the ass.”

He would literally rip it in half like it was a piece of paper

“Mukkun!”

“Sorryyyy…”

Murasakibara is a lazy lover, he doesn’t need to do much after all

Man 100% has a size kink

Nothing makes his harder than to see you struggle to ride him

“Need some help?”

He’d force you down, causing you to scream out in pleasure and pain.

His tip would absolutely bruise your cervix

Eventually he’d just pick you up and fuck you while standing up

PRAISE

He loves when you beg him to cum but he’d always edge you so he’s able to see you become more and more desperate

Definitely has a breeding kink

Loves to see you filled with his cum

Would make a game out of it for himself, tries to see how many times he can make you cum in an hour

LOVES TO EAT YOU OUT

He loves eating in general, can you really blame him?

Also loves to see you struggle to try and give him head, loves that you can’t fit all of him in your mouth

Says you’re his favorite snack, he can’t ever find something that tastes better than you

Definitely gets pussy drunk

All in all, an amazing experience

[pupgawa]

I adore your Something New series, pegging BSD boys is just 🥰 Would you be able to do the same with Kunikida, Ranpo, and Tanizaki? If you feel like it, of course! I hope you're having a good day!!!

Something new 🍯

A/N: HEY EVERYONE ! I'm back and new and improved ! Thank you all so much for your patience, in real life things have gotten in the way but I'm back ! And thank you all sm for the love <3

Pairings: kunikida x reader , ranpo x reader , junichiro x reader

tws/cws: Dom!reader , sub!ranpo , sub! kunikida , sub! junichiro , pegging , gender neutral reader , Afab terms used ( tits, clit, etc. ) , Praise kink , hand jobs , fingering , sex toys

Kunikida Doppo 📗

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♡ Kunikida was always so uptight, you get it, you would go insane if you had to deal with dazai 24/7 too, but goodness gracious that man needed to relax. Kunikida didn't quite know what pegging was, he had more important things to think about than sex and things like that. But you promised him it feels really good if he would simply just allow you to show him, He agrees.

| you gently guide him into the bed, pushing him down onto his back. Crawling up with him, meeting him in the middle.

| “ you say this can help with stress ? Are you lying to m- ” he starts, but you cut him off “ who am I ? Dazai ? No I'm not lying, sex helps with stress, you can look it up if you want ” Kunikida grimaces at the thought of having such things in his search history “ no no, I believe you, carry on ”

| with the green light you slide off the bed and pull out the harness out of your bedside table ( kunikida will scold you about keeping these things in a safe place later ). You slide off your bottoms and your underwear and step through the straps, fastening them just right so it won't fall off yet not tight enough to hurt.

| Kunikida can't help but watch in embarrassment. You turn your gaze twords him with a silent chuckle. “ you've seen me naked plenty of times, what ? Embarrassed that you're not the one undressing me ? ” you tease with a wink.

| Kunikida shakes his head and clears his throat. “ no it's just ... Nevermind, what do we do now ? ” you don't respond, instead you pull a bottle or lube out of the bedside table as you peel off his clothes quickly and eagerly.

| You push kunikida's muscular thighs apart pouring a generous amount of lube directly onto the rim of his hole, making him shudder. You work your fingers around the rim, before pushing one finger inside.

| you hear kunikida suck in air through his teeth. “ you alright, Kuni ? ” you ask him, kunikida mumbles in response. “ m’ fine, it just feels weird ” “ it will at first, but it'll feel good later on, promise ”

| After a moment, kunikida bucks his hips once onto your finger “ ready for another one ? ” you ask as kunikida nods. You insert your middle finger to join your ring one. Kunikida let's out a deep moan.

| You flip your wrist, rotating your hand so the palm is down before thrusting them deeper into him, spreading your fingers apart in a scissor motion. And Kunikida couldn't get enough. He was falling apart already right on your hand.

| You push your fingers in about 4 inches and you curl upwards and apply pressure right there. Kunikida arches his back and let's out the loudest moan you've heard him muster yet.

| Pegging kunikida means to go soft, and gentle as this is his first time

| you thrust your hips into him so sweetly, holding his hands as you guide him through this newfound experience.

| “ good boy ” “ you're doing well, Kuni ” “ you take me so good ”

| back hunched over as you whisper praises into his ear

| pegging kunikida means to hear him cry in pleasure and making him see stars. Glasses half way falling off his face, drool running down his lips with a red face that's absolutely messy with sweat, drool, and tears.

| this is a new side of Kunikida both of you wish to explore.

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Ranpo Edogawa 🍭

♡ Ranpo was always so lazy during sex, he's never really done much work, thus forth why cowgirl is his favorite position, he gets to lay there while having his sweetheart bouncing on his lap ? Best thing ever ! Occasionally he'd thrust up, but that's rare. When you brought up pegging, ranpo automatically asked if he had to do any work, when you said no, he was down for it

| both you and ranpo sat on the bed, naked to each other, with a few selection of toys on the bed, you didn't want to go through all of them so you just laid them all out and let ranpo chose, you liked all of them

| “ quite the collection you've got here, sweetheart ” he says simply “ oh ... Yeah, I've used a few of them on myself, I like all of them, so choose which ever you want ”

| Ranpo gazes at each of them carefully before speaking again. “ which one is your favorite ? ” you blink a little. “ eh ? But I asked which one you want to- ” ranpo cuts you off “ that's not what I asked you ”

| you gulp and reach for a average sized baby blue dildo that was unusually thick. “ I guess ... This one ? ” “ you like girth over size, cute. We'll use that one then ”

| You almost dropped the thing in shock “ this one ? .. for your first time ? Ranpo I don't think- ” “ I said, we'll use that one ” he cuts you off, there was no changing his mind, you sigh and nod. You get up off the bed and begin to get ready, slipping on the harness and making sure it fit right.

| pegging ranpo is also soft, you don't want to hurt him at all, so you place his thighs on your shoulders and lazily thrust into him, slow and steady wins the race, as they say.

| at some point you reach over and start playing with ranpo's nipples, which you learned were sensitive when you riding him and your hands accidentally grazed over them and you felt ranpo buck his hips upwards.

| playing with his nipples makes him arch his back beautifully.

| ranpo gets to lay on his back and have his sweetheart pleasure him ? He supposes this is just as good as you riding him.

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Junichiro Tanizaki ❄️

♡ Junichiro was never really on top, he was a skittish individual who was scared to even show when he's dissatisfied with something. Believe it or not, Junichiro was the one who had the thought of pegging, just never brought it up, so when you asked if he wanted to try it, you best believe he said yes !

| the vibrator is pulled out of Junichiro's ass, you heard him mewl as you did.

| you chuckle softly, as you press a kiss to the nape. “ what position are you feeling tonight, Juni ? ” you asked. You and junichiro liked specifying what position you'd like to do, it was more a personal preference.

| “ if it's okay ... Can we try the position we always do ? ” you smile fondly at him and nod. “ of course, let's get you prepared first ”

| you grab the lube from off the bed side table and squirted some on your fingers and press them to his ass. This wasn't the first time you've fingered him, so you slipping your fingers inside of him wasn't anything but pleasurable to him.

| you curl your fingers upwards into his prostate and hit that spot over and over again. Listening to the sweet sounds come from Junichiro's lips.

| you drew your fingers from Junichiro's ass, before squirting more lube into the palm of your hand and lathered up the toy attached to the harness.

| pegging junichiro is slow and sensual, just like how sex usually is with the two of you.

| you're sat on the edge of the bed with Junichiro on your lap, your hands on his hips, bouncing him on your strap.

| you add extra pleasure by wrapping your hand around his cock and jerking him off, listening to his cries and pleasure, it's likes music to your ears

| you should definitely do this again sometime.

[i9eto]

hello i love your works sm and i was thinking maybe u could write ab fwb with xiao? :^0 feel free to ignore tho, have a great day/night ;^}

devotion

hello im back who missed me (*crowd cheers*) anyways college has sucked for me so far and then i fell into depression for like 389434973 months but im ok again now life is really crazy guys stay safe out there. UMM also idk if anon wanted it sfw or nsfw but i was in the mood to write SMUT. let me know if you want me to redo my darling <3

warning(s): nsfw (minors dni), xiao x fem!reader, dom!xiao, fem petnames (good girl, princess), praise kink, just a teeny bit of degrading kink, hair pulling, hints of exhibition kink, mentions of blood, mentions of alcohol, drunk!reader, drunk!xiao

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“well, you two have fun! i’ll send this guy home, don’t worry.” kazuha waved at you in an overly cheery manner to the two of you whilst a completely blacked out venti hung onto kazuha for dear life. you could still hear the man softly whine to his friend to wait a little longer, and that he could definitely handle one last glass of wine. all of which kazuha ignored, reminding him that he had an important presentation the next day.

you chuckled a little at their antics, waving cheerfully at kazuha. you had also planned on going home in a few minutes. you decided on finishing the leftover drinks first before letting xiao know. with the drink in your cup, you easily dunked it down your throat – you weren’t exactly a heavy drinker like venti, but you do enjoy indulging yourself in them.

a sigh left your lips as you put the glass down. you turned to look at xiao, who in return was looking at you. your eyes widened a little from the sudden eye contact, and how intense his gaze was. you could tell from the way he looked that he, too, was as drunk as you were. “you good?” you asked him, as a way to break the deafening silence that surrounded the both of you. xiao blinked a few times, before darting his eyes back to his glass, mumbling something as he shook his head.

curious, you placed your hand on his arm, “what’d you say?” you asked, raising your voice a little to fight the loud music that the bar was playing. xiao sighed, his face a little red – but you didn’t think anything of it – he was drunk, after all. he looked like he was straining, eyebrows furrowed slightly when his gaze returned back onto you. “i was saying that you look extremely fuckable tonight, y/n.”

now, you and xiao have been friends for quite some time now, maybe around 3-4 years, and you’ve been fucking each other for almost a year now, or was it a year and a half? – you couldn’t exactly recall the specifics. but to be fair, you couldn’t recall anything. not when xiao had latched his lips onto yours, almost roughly at that. you were taken aback from how bold he was, it was a big contrast to how reserved he usually is.

although this was nothing new to you, nor him, and that you’ve been having sex with him since last year, none of your mutual friends knew about your relationship. xiao had told you before that what you both shared were purely sexual; and you were totally okay with it, you weren’t exactly looking for a relationship, but xiao is extremely good at eating pussy — so why not?

you whined into xiao’s mouth as he bit down on your lower lip harshly, the sudden pain that gushed through you making your eyes water. xiao didn’t seem to care for your discomfort as he continued kissing you in a sloppy manner, hands sliding up your body to keep you in place.

you were the one that had to pull away from him to catch your breath. when your lips parted, xiao was able to notice the slight blood forming on your bottom lip, and your teary eyes. a low chuckle bubbled from the back of his throat. he brought his hand to cup your chin. xiao wiped the blood off of your lip almost lovingly, you swore you felt your heart skipping a beat. “was it too much for you?” he asked. no answer came out of you as you knew the concern he was voicing out was nothing but fraudulent, he was always like that.

you blinked the tears from earlier away, as it wasn’t enough to roll down your cheek, but it was still blurring your vision a tenfold when combined with how drunk you already were. xiao pushed the thumb on your lip inside your mouth, he really didn’t seem to mind the crowd around him – he wasn’t usually like this, always too shy to do anything like this in public. deep down you were enjoying this drunk version of xiao.

out of instinct, you swirled your tongue around his finger, slowly sucking on it and putting on a show for xiao to watch. his breath hitched only a little, barely enough for you to notice it. “if you keep staring at me like that, i can’t promise i’ll be nice later,” he muttered, removing his finger from your mouth. the emptiness in your mouth made you realised how impatient you’ve gotten, you wanted nothing more than to just get out of the place and have xiao fill you to the brim like he always does.

xiao looked around for a second, his mind thinking of something, “come here.” he whispered, taking you by the hand as you left the bar through the back door. you were met by the cold gust of wind as soon as you stepped out, the dress you had on felt way too short for your comfort now. the alleyway was empty, to your luck – but you honestly didn’t expect xiao to be this bold.

he wasted no time, immediately having your face pushed against the wall at the same time the door closed on its own. the impact to your body making you gasp in shock. “now, be a good girl and stay quiet, yeah?” he ordered, which you eagerly nodded to, so quick to melt into his touches. “let me hear you say it, will you be good for me?” xiao was excited; he hadn't done anything as thrilling as this before. normally, he wouldn’t have taken the risk. but at that moment? his brain was far too scrambled for him to care.

“yes! yes, xiao, i’ll be good.” you answered, just as excited as he was. he planted a soft kiss on your cheek, and you could hear him humming in approval of your answer. you felt his hand slowly rubbing your cunt, your body jolting slightly. it was no doubt that you were already so wet from the entire makeout session you two just had. he scoffed slightly from how typical this was for you. “you slut,” he whispered, making you whine. “what’d i just told you? shut your mouth, little whore.” he barked.

xiao pushed your panties aside in one rough movement, once again forcing a gasp out of you with how impatient he was, and how rough he was handling you. he thrusted his knee in between your thigh, purposely grazing your cunt ever so slightly, enough for you to let out a soft mewl. for a brief moment, he released you from his grip, letting you grind against him quietly as he took the time to take his undergarments off.

his cock was already hard by the time he pulled it out. he gave himself a few strokes before coming back to you, familiar hands holding you by your hip as you felt his body pushing against yours – the tip of his cock slightly kissing your entrance. “you feel that?” he asked, his voice so quiet and low. you nodded your head, “i do,” you replied, breathless from the adrenaline. if it wasn’t for how firm he was holding you, you would’ve fucked him yourself.

“you’re dripping, you know that? i’m barely touching you.” he chuckled mockingly, you could feel his breath fanning against your exposed skin. “xiao, p-please, quit the teasing…” your voice was soft as you pleaded, desperately trying to move your hips for some friction, “patience, princess. i’ll give you everything you want,” he responded, his mouth finding its way on your exposed shoulder, softly biting into it.

you finally feel him pushing himself into your cunt, the lack of foreplay beforehand made you cunt squeeze so much tighter around him. you let out a high pitched squeal when you realised how sensitive you were. xiao was aware he hadn’t prepared you beforehand, and was nice enough to go slowly, although it was torturous for both you and him, as you were forced to feel the way every single vein he had on his cock stretching you out in a slow, slow pace.

your gasps and squeals turned into moans shortly after whilst your hands desperately flailed around in an attempt to find something to grip onto for support. “x-xiao…” you moaned, helpless from his size and how big he was stretching your walls. his bite on your shoulder became harder as he was close to bottoming out; which resulted in you biting your own lip in an attempt to distract yourself from the pain — both from being stretched out and from the bite.

xiao bottomed out eventually, leaving you breathless as you try your hardest to adjust to the size of his cock. xiao let you get accustomed first, he didn’t have any intention to hurt you, after all. one of his hands reached out to hold yours as a form of comfort for you as he waited patiently, observing your body from behind.

his mouth found its way to your neck, leaving trails of kisses onto it for the meantime, your perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol turning him on even more. the sound of his sloppy kisses did wonders to you, “you always smell so nice,” he mumbled through kisses, nibbling onto one spot. “were you trying to get me to fuck you, you fucking slut?” you feel his breath getting heavier the more he left marks around your neck and shoulders, annoyed with the lack of response from you, he thrusted once into you. the sudden motion making you moan. “not answering me? fine. i’ll fuck the answers out of you.” he grunted, he pulled out almost entirely before thrusting his entire length back into you.

xiao’s thrusts at first were bearable – slow and sensual, he made sure you felt him moving inside you. it gradually became faster as he started to lose his patience. you couldn’t blame him; your cunt was clenching hard around him, sucking him in greedily, he couldn’t get enough of it.

the empty alleyway was filled with the sounds of skin slapping onto each other, and the sound of your moans. you knew you should be more cautious with the sounds you were making, but xiao made it hard for you to even come up with any coherent thought. all you cared about was how full his cock made you, and the only thing you seem to be able to mutter was his name.

xiao loved the way you were helplessly calling out his name, knowing that he was the only thing in your mind as he fucked you stupid — but it’d be a shame if somebody found you two like this. “shh,” he whispered, one hand softly caressing your hair to help you calm down, you managed to come back to your senses — albeit a little. you brought a hand to your mouth, cupping it so you wouldn’t make any more loud noises.

a smile crept onto xiao’s face as he watched how obedient you were, “just like that, so obedient for me,” he cooed, giving you one rough thrust as a reward. your eyes rolled back from how good it felt. “you like that?” he asked, which you nodded to very eagerly. xiao let out a soft sigh, bending you down before he continued to fuck you as hard as you want, taking note of the way you moan and grunt. the new angle making you see stars with how deep xiao was fucking you.

his free hand made its way to your cunt, rubbing onto it as he looked for your sensitive bud to throw you over the edge. he could tell you were drawing close to your orgasm from how hard you were clenching around him. xiao was growing close too, his thrusts becoming sloppier as the time passed.

he gave your clit a hard pinch as soon as he found it, which earned him a muffled scream from you. the way your pussy clenched harder around him for a split second made him smirk. with his index finger, he started rubbing harsh circles onto your clit, your body jumped slightly from how overstimulated your clit felt.

your hands fell to your thighs to grip on it to make sure it doesn’t give up on you. “xiao– please…! hah! xiao, i’m cumming!” you squealed, tears rolling down your cheek as you desperately wanted to reach your high. xiao could feel himself cumming too, out of habit he gripped your hair, pulling it towards him, making your back arch.

the slight change of angle hit you right where you needed him most, your mouth falling open as you moaned for his name, cumming all over his cock. the tightness around his cock as you gushed all over him managed to send him over the edge. “fuck!” he grunted, his mouth once again latching onto your neck, biting down hard to muffle his moans. you could feel his cock twitching in you, before finally releasing his cum deep inside your cunt.

the grip on your hair was released, which made you stumble forward while xiao gave you a few more deep and slow thrusts as he tried calming down from the high he just experienced before eventually stopping. his cock remained in you for a moment while he was catching his breath.

you started to whine as he removed himself from you, your cunt clenching on nothing. xiao could tell you were still in a subspace. he turned you around slowly, kissing your cheek once again as he helped you calm down. “it’s alright, y/n. you did great, good job,” his voice soft as his fingers removed strands of hair from your face.

for a split second, he thought of how stunning you looked — that was the first time he had ever perceived you as such — only ever looking for you for sex. he was surprised himself. sighing softly, he whispered to you – almost lovingly, “let’s get you home.”