#you keep pushing my buttons i keep pushing you away talk to me im not a kid you think you're all grown up but you're not i wish i was dead

[itoshiidarling]

Hai hai :3 I’m unsure if you write smut, or you can consider this like a Drabble or imagine of some sort, but hear me out, something like the loser reader and yandere, except the loser reader is secretly a perverted sadist (bonus points if the yandere is a masochist :3)

helloo !!! yes, im perfectly comfortable writing smut. <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

i loveee masochist yans/sadist readers so much you have no idea, but i honestly might write part 3 because i still have a different scenario in mind that i couldn't write into this ..

gn reader, gn yan

warnings — asphyxiation/choking, degradation, slapping, all by reader to yan

—

when they're just begging you to reward them a little more, saying how good they'll keep being for you — no, scratch that, how much better they'll be for you — you can't possibly resist, right?

well, you wouldn't have, if they weren't so damn insistent on getting as close to you as possible. they're practically straddling your lap, hands on yours and putting them on their shirt's buttons.

you release your hands from their hold, “god, you're annoying.” you breathe out, glaring while they tremble a bit, but they don't get any further away from you. you grab their hair and pull backwards harshly, almost speaking before you hear a moan.

you pause. “did you just—”

you pull again. another moan. at least this time, they had the decency to close their mouth. suddenly, a question pops up in your mind.

what the fuck.

to be more exact, why in gods name are they enjoying this??

they stare at you with an insane smile on their face, hands in a praying motion. “thank you, thank you,” they repeat it like a mantra, and you swear they're going to give you another headache if they don't pipe down already.

“okay, shut up first, then we can talk about more rewards.”

immediately, they go quiet, nodding their head so obediently it makes your ego soar. you push them off of you and they stumble, but kneel on the floor. they lean their head against your legs, looking up at you like you're god and you're taking them to heaven.

you grab their chin and dig your nail into the bottom, and like you expect, their whimper is one of ecstasy. their hands instinctively move to yours, but go back to their sides immediately. “i’m still pissed off at you for losing me my job, so i’m not going to be nice. either you fuck yourself on my foot, or you stay here for the rest of tonight while i go to sleep. which one?”

you know you don't even have to ask, because they're grinding down on your leg within seconds. they make various noises of happiness and keep thanking you again and again, but a quick hand to their cheek shuts them up. well, in terms of speaking, at least. the whimper they let out is ignored. “what’d i say about talking, you freak?”

you bring your hand down to their throat and press hard to prove your point, “see? isn't it so nice when you can just shut up for once?”

their choked whines and moans might have you concerned, but the way they immediately nod their head (despite it definitely making them dizzy) and grind down even faster has you feeling nothing less than exhilaration.

you let go of their neck, but it takes every cell in your body to do so. the dazed, lovesick look in their eyes has you reeling, and you have a feeling you know exactly what they're thinking.

something along the lines of ‘hurt me more, please!’ is probably right.

so, you indulge the both of you, and pull them up to sit on your lap again while they keep rutting against you. you hear them get louder, “‘m gonna cum, please please lemme cum please..!”

you don't exactly get why they're asking for permission, but at this point? whatever. so, you relent and sigh. “sure, why not.”

the second they finish, the hand on their throat pushes down again and they barely get out a pitiful moan. you keep your fingers wrapped around them while they ride through an orgasm. when they stop moving, you let go and they essentially fall like a puppet with the strings cut into your lap.

they pant and breathe and look at you, swallowing, before mustering up as much energy as they could to speak with such a hoarse voice.

“t-thank you, mgh, c—can you do that again, please..? i'll be good, promise! ♡ ”

[lesbiancosmicowl]

With DS Swain the job comes first, cat second, me third if I'm lucky... ↳ Lisa Swain & Betsy Swain + Priorities

[luvyeni]

𐙚 : YOU CUM FAST W/ STRAY KIDS (reaction) ֶָ֢ !

content warning. cumming fast, unprotected sex, dirty talk

request: your you coming fast with enhyphen reaction was so good can you do sams for skz plzssss <33

authors note. anyways i hope you like it 🤍🫰🏽!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𐙚 : BANGCHAN ֶָ֢ !

you're so cute , and sensitive; he knew your pretty little pussy was super sensitive, but this was on a different level , he didn't do anything expect pull his cock out , stroking , your whining for him to hurry made him giggle down at your cute voice — shushing you up with a sweet kiss , pushing into your needy cunt , only to be met with your high pitched moan — the moan you made when you were cumming. "sweet girl , did you just cum?" you covered your face in embarrassment , he stroked your clit with his thumb. "don't hide from me baby." he took your hand away from your hand. "so sensitive pretty girl." he lined his cock back up with your twitching hole.

"that's okay , that means you'll just have to give me another one yeah ?"

𐙚 : LEE KNOW ֶָ֢ !

gonna tease you about it , even after you're finished — he's a fucking menace. you weren't even sensitive honestly , he just knew what buttons to press , and he loved to tease and this particular night he teased you a bit to much , teasing your clit , not letting you cum over and over , leaving you a already teary mess as he pulled his cock out , slapping it on your clit a few times , and it was just enough times to make you cum right then and there. "you're joking." he laughed. "did you just cum?" you whined. "shut up this is your fault." you ended up , switching leaving him on the button while you slotted your body in between his legs , putting his cock into your mouth , sucking him off until he finished. he still was teasing you as he cleaned you up. "what's so funny?" he shrugged.

"I've fucked you so many times but i didn't know your cunt was that sensitive."

𐙚 : CHANGBIN ֶָ֢ !

makes him even harder if that's possible , the fact he got you so worked up that you're cumming just from him stretching your cunt out. "you want my cock baby." slapping his fat cock on your cunt , you nodded , biting your lip as he lined up to your hold , holding your waist down as he entered you. "binnie." you moaned, your nails digging into his bicep. "fuck binnie im gonna cum." he cursed feeling you cum around him , your eyes rolling to the back to his head. you felt him grow harder inside of you if that was even possible. "oh fuck , baby." he pulled out , pushing back into your sensitive cunt. "binnie - m'too sensitive."

"you can give me another baby, don't be selfish."

𐙚 : HYUNJIN ֶָ֢ !

he knew something was different — he knew your body , and he could tell someone was different — you moaned a little too loudly , your legs were shaking more than usual , so he knew , but that didn't stop him from being shocked as you came as soon he as he entered your warm and wet cunt. "fuck princess." he let out a dry laughed. "i knew you were sensitive today , but i wasn't expecting this." he pulled out , slapping his cock on your cunt. "can you take another?" you moaned nodded , moaning as he filled you back up. "there we go." he sighed.

"cum again for me love."

𐙚 : HAN JISUNG ֶָ֢ !

shocked as fuck because normally he's the one cumming fast , especially when you're riding him — but today you both were just a bit too sensitive , because he could feel himself about to cum prematurely as soon as you sunk down on his , whimper as your cunt swallowed him ; this was expected of him , for him to cum but you would keep going. what you both didn't expect is for you to cum , legs shaking as you held yourself up. "shit yo-you came too." he his voice was shaky as you began to move actually , moaning your name. "wa-wait -fuck- baby slow down. both of you tired as hell , drunk off each other , fucking until you both couldn't take it anymore.

"fuck you are right it is hot watching you cum so fast."

𐙚 : FELIX ֶָ֢ !

our sunshine boy here will be so confused — like are you okay , you're never that sensitive. was something off today? where you not feeling that good , he would never make you have sex if something was wrong , but you seemed to want him as much as he wanted you , he even skipped foreplay because you both needed each other so much , freeing his cock from it confinements , lining up with your perfect cunt , sighing as he finally entered you. "lix-lixie wait." it happened so fast and before he could pull out you were cumming. "baby are you okay?" he said full of concern. "you've never came so fast." he waited for answer , but instead he was met with you stroking his cock , lining him up with your cunt. "fuck baby , hold up i need –" you whined. "lixie please."

"please fuck me."

𐙚 : SEUNGMIN ֶָ֢ !

he's gonna be mean as hell , even though he was the one who was edging you for over and hour — like what did his expect? snatching his fingers away from your needy cunt , laughing as you whined from the sudden lost , slapping your swollen cunt. "fucking slut, so needy for my dick." he freed his cock from his pants , stroking his cock , slamming into your waiting cunt without warning. "seung-seungmin." you tried to warn him , but it was too late , you had already came before he even started moving. "did you just fucking cum?" you whimpered. "i-im sorry." he pulled out slapping your sensitive cunt over and over until you were screaming his name, legs shaking from overstimulation. he wasted no time slamming back into you.

"you wanna cum slut, you're gonna keep fucking cumming."

𐙚 : JEONGIN ֶָ֢ !

shocked as fuck — how did you even do that? he didn't even move? why was that so hot? he's confused and turned on all in one. "fuck jeongin." you moaned as he circled your clit , sliding back in. "sh-shit you came just from me putting it in." he groaned. "you like my cock that much?" he smirked. "love it so much." you whimpered. "please more." he pulled out, slamming back into you. "fuck!" you screamed as he kept going , fucking you through your prematurely orgams. "innie."

"take my cock , i want you to cum until i tell you to stop."

©️LUVYENI

[rafeandonlyrafe]

pussy privileges

words: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, female receiving oral, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, partying, drinking, mentions of a drunk driving crash, rafe is kind of mean but in the grand scheme of rafe not really, established relationship

“i thought we were gonna go on a date.” you cross your arms as rafe finishes buttoning up his shirt. 

“we are going out.” rafe tries to justify, but you shake your head. “you’re taking me to a house party, rafe. thats not a freaking date.”

“ill take you out tomorrow. dinner and a movie?” rafe offers to pacify the angry look on your face.

“fine.” you shrug, knowing there is no convincing rafe to not go the party if hes set his mind on it. you point at rafe, making sure he’s paying attention to you. “but im not happy about it.”

you don’t talk to rafe the entire ride there. you would have told him you were staying home, but you already got dressed up and don’t want to waste a full face of makeup and outfit.

“be right back, baby.” rafe says, making you throw your hands up as he walks away to talk to topper, having just entered the party a few minutes ago and your boyfriend is already abandoning you.

“god, rafe is being a dick today.” you groan, stomping up to your friend, who simply shakes her head and hands you a drink. you know that rafe isn’t really being a dick, not in comparison to how he treats other people, but you can’t resist the urge to complain.

“promising to take me out on a nice date night only to take me to a party and fuck off with topper.” you roll your eyes, downing your drink quickly before refilling the cup.

rafe finds you half an hour later, dancing with your friends. the music is so good you don’t stop him when his hands land on your hips, joining you in dancing.

you grind against him until your feet start to hurt, the song shifting to one you haven’t heard before. “rafey.” you whine, leaning back into him. “wanna go home.” “come on, you can wait. keep dancing.” rafe pushes his hips into your bum, making you roll your eyes. “no! im tired.”

rafe taps your hips, trying to encourage you to move, but you keep yourself standing still, much to his displeasure. “baby.” rafe turns you around so you’re facing him. he cups your cheeks as he speaks, “a bit longer. i like you dancing up on me.”

“fine.” you sigh. “gotta get me another drink though.” “thats my girl.” rafe smirks, grabbing a white claw off a nearby table before quickly coming back, pushing it into your hand before twisting your hips around, almost causing you to stumble as he presses his chest into your back, dancing into you again.

“rafey.” you whine when you realize he didn’t even open the can for you like he always does, but hes far too into dancing into you to hear your complaints over the loud music.

you manage to open the can without breaking a nail, grinding back slightly into rafe until you’ve finished the can, the alcohol moving through your system enough to ignore how much your heels are beginning to hurt, dancing back into rafe.

“god, you’re hot.” he groans into your ear, pressing a kiss under your ear before moving to your neck, burying his head in your soft skin, inhaling your scent.

“rafe!” you shout when his mouth presses against your skin and he sucks an incredibly visible hickey into your neck. you pull away quickly, but know it’s already going to bruise as you turn with a frown, your hands on your hips.

“sorry.” rafe says, but the smile on his face shows that he’s not actually sorry.

“whatever.” you sigh, rubbing at the spot. “just take me home.”

“fine.” rafe sighs, reaching for your hand, knowing it’s getting too late anyways. he tugs you through the crowd until you get outside. 

“did you drink or take anything?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at rafe when he walks towards his truck. it’s only a short drive home, but you don’t want anything to happen.

“barely.” rafe says, unlocking his truck and opening the passenger side door for you.

“lets just walk home then.” you shake your head. “it’s so close.” rafe knows how much you hate drunk drivers ever since one hit your sisters car, thankfully she was fine besides a few bruises.

rafe sighs, head tilting back to look at the sky. “why didn’t i just lie?”

“ugh!” you stomp your foot. “rafe, that is so wrong!”

“baby, i really had just like two sips when we first-” rafe tries to explain, he’s truly not even buzzed, but you are already walking away, heading down the sidewalk towards tanneyhill. you don’t make it very far, rafe trailing behind you, until you have to kick off your heels.

rafe would usually pick you up, carry you home, but he knows your mad so decides to stay back, letting you walk barefoot home.

“baby-” rafe finally speaks when you get to the front door, but you just walk in, leaving it open for rafe to follow.

“y/n…” rafe tries again when you both get inside his room, but you ignore his call of your name and begin to take off your jewelry, before moving to your dress, quickly putting on pajamas once you’re naked.

rafe takes it as a sign, undressing himself for bed, relieved when you climb under the covers next to him.

“come here.” rafe holds his arms open. you hesitate for a second before moving in, allowing him to cuddle into you and press kisses all over your face.

“i’m so sorry, princess.” he says softly, connecting your lips in a kiss. 

“you can make it up to me tomorrow on our very nice and well planned date.” you give a look to rafe, who quickly nods.

he leans in to kiss you again, and you accept it, allowing his hand to wrap around your waist and pull you in closer, bodies slotting together underneath the covers.

“i love you baby.” rafe says, his hand moving to underneath your flimsy pajama shirt.

“love you too.” you say, reaching to pull his hand back out, placing it on top of the fabric.

rafe frowns slightly before kissing you again, this time trying to move your leg so he can slot himself in between. you allow it, until he starts to grind into you. the second you feel him begin to swell in his pants, you pull away, pressing your thighs together.

“baby.” rafe whines. “i want you, come on.”

“and i want you to not be a dick.” you shake your head. you may have accepted rafes apology for his behavior, but aren’t willing to so quickly allow him to have sex with you.

“i said sorry!” “you can fuck me after you make it up to me tomorrow on the date. and it better be good, or i’ll get myself off and leave you alone.” you threaten, smirking when rafes eyes widen.

“okay, okay.” he nods. “tomorrow.”

--

rafe does everything right. flowers, a dinner reservation to a fancy restaurant, a new dress and necklace, as well as doting on you throughout the entire date.

“did i make it up to you?” rafe asks.

“hmm…” you tap your finger against your chin, rafe barely able to wait as you stand before him, new dress wrapping around your body like a present just waiting to be pulled away by rafe to reveal what he really wants to see.

“i don’t know. maybe the date was a little too good.” you let out a fake yawn. “a bit tired. might just have to go right to sleep.”

“baby-” rafe whines. he hasn’t gone this long without having you since you first started dating.

“but i guess you could eat me out and we can see if you deserve to fuck me.”

rafe smiles, knowing as soon as he gets between your legs, that you’ll be begging for his cock in no time. he undresses you completely before he even begins to work on his buttons, giving you a show as you lay naked on the bed, head propped up against the pillows as he strips away the layers of clothing until he’s nude, cock already straining.

rafe crawls between your legs, sighing with relief when you spread them, letting him view your pussy as he immediately buries his face between your legs, eating out your pussy like you’ve intentionally starved him of it, not just denied him sex one night.

“god, i fucking love how you taste baby.” rafe mumbles, his words vibrating against your cunt. “‘m so sorry i was a dick. won’t happen again. love you too much.”

you can’t help but smile when you reach down to fist your hands into rafes hair. his tongue gets you to orgasm three times until you’re whining for his cock too much, tugging at his hair.

rafe gives your sensitive clit a final kiss before crawling up the bed, connecting your mouths in a kiss, knowing how much you love to taste yourself on his lips.

“fuck me, come on.” you tell rafe. “need it so bad.”

rafe pushes his cock against your entrance, making you moan as he slowly brings his hips forward, sinking inside of you with ease.

“god, that was as much of a punishment for me as it was for you.” you laugh slightly when rafe is fully inside of you, still for a moment for you to adjust.

“certainly taught me a lesson.” rafe admits. he didn’t realize how hard it would be to go without fucking you. just one night felt like a century, his dick literally hurting when he woke up in the morning with a hard on, one that you would usually crawl beneath the covers to take care of.

“no pussy privledges when you’re mean.” you nod, confirming the rule, even though you hopefully never have to enforce it again.

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[misted-dream]

LOOSE ENDS ﹒⌗﹒📞 ﹒ ౨ৎ˚₊‧ 도영 + fem!reader

in which . . . you decide the office you share with your coworker is the perfect place to relieve some tension.

content&warnings | MDNI profanity, office sex (HR violations), switch/subby dy😈, dirty talk, unprotected sex, no foreplay, use of pet names, creampie

word count | 2.3k

a/n | told u i’d be back w dy content😼 anyway if u can’t tell by now, im insane abt dy, subby men, and creampies apparently. i think this might be up there as one of my favs

“jesus—”

your head springs up to the door. your glasses-donning coworker holding a folder up, half covering his face as he quickly shuts the door behind him.

you roll your eyes, hands going back up to button the remainder of your shirt up, leaving the very top one undone.

“i don’t even want to ask what you were doing in here,” doyoung grumbles bitterly, folder still held up to the side of his face as he sits down across from you at his desk.

“calm down,” you can’t help the subtle annoyance in your voice. “mark accidentally spilt coffee on me and i had to change. mind in the gutter much?” you raise your eyebrows, the tiniest sliver of a smirk accompanied with it.

the folder is finally put down, but it’s clear he’s avoiding eye contact with you. looking everywhere around his desk, his computer screen, anywhere but at you.

he clears his throat, “and you couldn’t have gone to the bathroom? like a normal person?”

“you couldn’t have knocked? like a normal person?” you retort.

“how would i have—” he glances up at you for a split second before dropping his gaze back down to his screen. “this is a shared office, last time i checked.” he pushes his glasses up with his knuckle, pretending to type away at his keyboard.

you lean forward, “oh, so you’re saying boundaries don’t apply?”

he snaps his head at you, studying the coy expression on your face. he hesitates for a moment before turning away again in his chair. “let’s—let’s move on before you get us both fired,” he mutters pointedly.

you get up from your chair and you can see him visibly tense up in his. walking around your desk to his, the clicking of your heels on the floor echo in the uncharacteristic silence of your office.

you lay your hands flat on his desk, sitting onto the edge of it. the fabric of your skirt stretched as you cross your legs. you watch his adam’s apple dip as he tries to keep his eyes on his monitor.

“how would i get us fired?” you ask innocently enough, leaning in closer towards him.

doyoung purses his lips together, still not looking at you. “i… have work to do,” he breathes out as if saying that out loud took particularly a lot out of him.

“right, like that’s ever stopped you before,” you pick up the end of his tie, toying with it between your fingers. he finally takes his eyes off of his monitor, watching you twirl and tug gently at the striped necktie.

he takes in a deep breath. then, he wraps his fingers firmly around your wrist. in a hushed tone, he whispers, “yn, it’s too risky—”

“there’s no one in the office,” despite his hold on your wrist, you continue ravelling his tie around your finger, “they’ve all gone out for lunch.”

he raises his eyebrows at you.

“it’s true,” you let go of his tie, slowly running your hand up his chest. “johnny lost some bet and now he’s getting everyone lunch.”

“really?” the skepticism is heavy in his tone alongside his expression.

“why would i lie to you?” you say somewhat impatiently, bringing your other hand to push his hair back.

he shoots you a look that says you have every reason to lie to him, but he doesn’t protest.

“you’re such a bad employee,” his breathes hitches when your cool fingertips reach his neck.

you lock your fingers at the nape of his neck, pulling yourself onto his lap. his hands find themselves naturally settling on top of your ass.

“i’m your favourite though, right?” you tilt your head, eyes focused onto his lips.

“what a dumb question,” he lazily mumbles before pressing his lips onto yours.

electricity surges through your body, and it’s clear not having each other for 2 weeks has taken a toll on both of you. you can’t help moving your hips against him, and what you feel rising between your legs only motivates you to keep going.

a moan rasps from his throat, lips still pressed against yours. doyoung pulls away briefly, chest filling with air as he quickly pulls his glasses off and tosses them onto his desk carelessly.

you cup a hand over his cheek, now sucking on the skin of his neck. his fingers tense, pulling you closer to him with soft and breathy sounds falling from his lips.

“not too hard,” he reminds you through a deep exhale.

reluctantly, you detach your lips from his skin. faces now inches apart, you stare into his lust-filled eyes as your hips grind down into him. a smirk emerges as you watch him bite down on his lip, head thrown back at your movements.

you don’t hold back either—the friction from rubbing against his clothed erection pulling all types of heavy breaths and subtle moans out of you.

his hands are pressed against your back, arching it into him as you move. doyoung can’t seem to take his eyes off of your hips and the way they swivel over top of him. “fuck,” he curses as he looks back up at your face. in a split second, he pulls you towards him and closes the distance between your lips with one hand on your jaw, and the other fumbling with his belt.

his kisses are sloppy, and needy, and desperate. as though you’re a craving he can’t get enough of.

you hear him tug on his metal buckle all the while his lips greedily envelope yours. then, you hear something hit the floor.

doyoung breaks away. “get up,” a command he utters ever so softly. and you oblige. sliding off his lap and turning so that your back is towards him. you glance back over your shoulder as he snakes an arm around your waist, perfectly meeting your lips again halfway. he gives a quick peck or two, then he begins to pepper a trail of kisses down the side of your neck; your hand reaching up behind you to grab ahold of his hair.

with his other palm, he roams it up and down your thigh, the warmth of it setting your skin ablaze. his fingers pinch and gather the fabric of your skirt, hiking it up inch by inch as he continues kissing down your shoulder.

a sudden chill goes down your spine as your skin slowly gets exposed. hiked up to halfway over your knees, doyoung grabs the hem of your skirt and pulls it all the way up over your ass. your legs press together instinctively.

“god, you’re such a fucking slut,” he mutters, his tone a little short of exasperation. “no panties? really?”

as your response, you only leaned forwards onto your palms placed on top of his desk, arching your back for him the way you know he likes it.

“you were planning on this,” he says through gritted teeth—more so to himself than to you—with his thumb working at the button of his trousers.

before you can say anything back, you feel his tip running down your slit. when he takes it away, your body subconsciously pushes back onto him, needing to feel the sensation again.

“you want this bad, don’t you?” his fingers running along the contours of your body, gripping lightly onto your waist.

“don’t act like you’re above it,” you quickly turn your head around to see a smirk scrawled across doyoung’s face—a somewhat amused expression.

“you’re right,” his grip on your waist tightens as he aligns himself with you, “i’m not.”

the way his cock slides in stretches you so much so that you feel your legs buckle slightly.

“fuck,” his breath wavering as he buries his cock deep inside you. “you feel so good—you always feel so good.”

his hips meet your skin and he slowly drags his dick out against you before sliding back in again. building a slow rhythm, his soft moans fill your shared space.

“holy shit,” your voice is barely audible over the sound of his skin smacking against yours. his fingers are dug into the side of your hips, keeping a firm hold on you as he thrusts inside.

a sudden warmth creeps over your body shortly before you realise that his lips are back on your neck, suckling on your skin. you can hear his heavy breathing with every thrust right next to your ear, the heat of it spreading over your shoulders.

his lean fingers reach up from your waist, to your chest, and up your neck—wrapping them around it deftly.

“you make me feel so good,” he hums faintly, “god, i can’t—”

you start circling your hips, pushing yourself back on his dick and meeting his rhythm halfway.

“don’t do that,” his voice strained, “you’re gonna make me cum so fast.” words falling from his lips in an unbroken string. despite that, you continue pushing back onto him, and a little harder. “fuck, please,” he adds desperately, like a plea. “i want to make you cum first.”

“yeah?” you breathe out.

he nods fervently, eyebrows scrunched together and his lips pursed.

you turn around to face him. with a push from you, doyoung plops down into his work chair, legs spread, and you straddle yourself over him. you reach down with his cock upright against your stomach, running your fingers up and down his shaft gently. he can’t help but squirm at your touch, hips bucking slightly.

the grip he has on your hips is so tight that you can hardly push yourself up on your knees. you line his tip up with your cunt before sinking down on his cock, pulling from him a guttural, shaky whine.

you run your hands up his chest to rest atop his broad shoulders. “i’m gonna fuck this cock like a sex toy and you’re not gonna cum until i do, got it?”

he swallows, “yes, miss.”

his eyelids are fighting to stay open as you ride him relentlessly. with his hands on your ass, he holds himself back from bouncing you on top of his cock knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to take it if he did.

his face scrunches up, a mixture of restraint and pleasure evident on it. beads of sweat begin to form down your back. you’re digging your nails into doyoung’s shoulder to steady yourself as your hips roll furiously. every time you sink down entirely on his cock, your clit rubs against his skin, forcing rasped moans out of you.

“shit,” doyoung groans with his eyes clamped shut. “i’m so close, please—” his tone wavering with every word.

“what did i say?” you slow down ever so slightly. your fingers push back the strands of his hair that have broken out of their place. “hm? you’re gonna take it for me, right?”

he bites down hard on his lip, nodding reluctantly.

“use your words, baby.”

he squirms under you, hips bucking up into you to meet your movements. “i’m not gonna—”

you clench around him just to see his reaction; he’ll probably make you pay for that later on but for now, you’re enjoying teasing him.

“fuck, i’m not gonna cum until you do, miss.”

you smirk, “that’s my good boy.” picking back up your original pace, doyoung can’t hold in his sounds any longer. the melodic tone of his moans fill your ears as he fully lets himself go.

he opens his eyes to watch your pussy swallow the entirety of his cock over and over, jaw hung open as he lets you know audibly how good you’re making him feel.

“i love watching you fuck yourself on my cock like that, oh god.” he finally gives in, picking your ass up in his hands and aiding in bouncing you on top of him. “using me to make yourself cum, using me like a fucking dildo,” he strains between heavy, broken breaths. “i just want you to feel good, i swear to god.”

if you weren’t close before, you definitely are now. you feel your orgasm nearing with the filthy words that fall from his tongue. with one hand gripping the back of his neck, the other snakes down your body to run circles onto your clit.

“i’m close,” you mutter breathily. your fingers along with doyoung thrusting up into you is simply too overwhelming. you feel the pressure building up between your thighs, the heat rising to your cheeks. “fuck, i’m so close, doie.”

“yeah?” he licks his lips. “please, cum for me, miss. cum for me first—i want it so bad.”

you feel yourself unravel all over him. muscles in your stomach tensing, a blinding sensation taking over your entire body. his hips continue thrusting, fucking you through your orgasm.

“that’s it, baby. i can feel you clenching around me, god—” his hips stagger, his movements halted. his cock twitches inside of you, cumming so deep inside of your cunt.

the both of you revel in the fleeting pleasure of your orgasms. doyoung pants for air, his chest rising up then falling as he holds you to him as close as he possibly can.

as you’re catching your breath, you trace the tip of your finger along his jawline. his skin glistening with sweat under the bright office lights. you lean forward and plant a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose.

he chuckles lightly, “god, you drive me fucking crazy,” he tells you in a hushed tone, as if that’s the most intimate thing shared between the two of you today.

you tilt your head. as you begin to lean forward, you can feel his cum beginning to drip out of you, still stuffed full with his cock. “yeah, i know,” you say in the same hushed tone before kissing him. “i wouldn’t want it any other way.”

[bluem1lls]

hiii!! are u gonna write a part two for that one se mi x guard reader angst? )(⁠ﾉﾟ⁠0ﾟ⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠~(⁠ﾉﾟ⁠0ﾟ⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠~

✧₊⁺ what am i supposed to do without you?

✦ synopsis: you don't leave her mind, not after everything you two went through. so when she finally sees you again in a date with someone else, she knows it's time to talk.

tw: minors dni, jealous se-mi, fluff, smut, fingering/oral (r!receiving), a bit of angst

authors note: hiiii, sooo after the poll, this one won!!! so finally, part 2 of guard!reader x se-mi. also im sorry for the lack of update, im super busy with work and also a bit blocked, but tysm for all the requests! i hope u like it!💓

⋆｡°✩ "fuck" my head hits the wall as he pushes me.

"i did warn you, didn't i?" he said as i nodded weakly. "and what did you do? you helped a player. not only helped her, you saved her."

"it won't" i tried to regain my breathing. "it won't happen again"

"you got attached!"

"i'm sorry." i whisper to my uncle as he turns around. i know he's mad.

"if he finds out he'll kill you."

"he probably saw the cameras already" i say to him as my uncle frozens in place.

"you didn't know? you didn't... see him?" he asks as i stared confused. "he's out there. playing"

my eyebrows raise in surprise. "playing?" a shiver runs through my spine to even imagine what he would do to se-mi to survive his own game.

"listen to me." he speaks to me in a serious manner as i bit my lip. "i'm gonna delete the footage and you're gonna leave this fucking place and you won't look back"

"w-what? but.. mom and.. dad-"

"i don't want you here ever again. they'll understand" he says as he presses the button, erasing the videos as i bit my lip hard enough. i'm probably drawing blood.

"are they.. releasing her?" i ask as he turns around. he stays still, letting out a sharp breath. "tomorrow. they voted and they chose to stop playing"

a sigh of relief leaves my body as i turn around, putting on my mask.

"t-thank you" i whisper as he gives me a head nod. i know damn well how he is. and i also know he's doing this for me, and it's not easy. he places his black mask on, matching with his black suit as he sits down on his couch. staring once more at the cameras.

⋆｡°✩ i sigh as i get home. i softly pet my kitten after picking it up from my mom's.

i sat on the couch, exhausted. my head hurts, i miss se-mi and i feel miserable. i thought i was doing the right thing, but now i lost my job and i lost my.. friend? my girlfriend?

my head on my hands as i try to not cry.

⋆｡°✩ it's been two months.

i know she's okay, i made sure of that. but she hasn't texted, called or even came to see me.

and she seems to be okay without me (yes, i stalk her instagram), but i'm not, and that's exactly why i let this happened.

"sam.. no. i'm not ready.." i stare at her.

"look at her! she's a cutie! it's only one date. i know you two will get along great and if you hate her then i swear i'll leave you alone but please. i'm your best friend and i hate seeing you like this, maybe if you try to move on.. it'd be for the best" she begged me as i sighed.

"just one." i say resigned as she shouts in excitment.

and now i'm regretting that, because sam keeps talking about this girl while all i can think about is her.

⋆｡°✩ "where did you said you worked at?" she says as i sip my gin tonic, almost choking on it.

"uh.. next question" i reply with an awkward smile as she chuckles.

"you're so cute" she gives me a smirk. "sam said you were really pretty and.. she wasn't wrong" she says, softly caressing my face, her gaze roaming all over my features.

i stare at her nervously giving her a soft smile. she pulls away, turning around to order more beer for her as i cross my legs and let my eyes wander around the place to distract myself.

it's a pub, and although it's dark i can see the purple details it has. the bar fully equipped with all the finest alcohol, se-mi sitting on one of the stalls of the bar.

my eyes widen.

what?

my stare focused on her as i feel the air being knocked out of my lungs. she catches me staring, her cold gaze lingers on mine. i can see her surprised expression, quickly turning into a cold one as her eyes go to my date. she takes a sip from her beer, her eyes never leaving mine. i can feel the girl besides me talking but i honestly, i can't even pay attention.

"so was it good?" she asks, snapping me from my thoughts as my gaze leaves se-mi for a second to focus on her.

"huh?"

"the drink.. was it good?" she says as i give her a very forced smile while i nod.

"so good. hey, would you mind bringing my coat from the hanger?" i smile at her as she nods. she quickly gets up to get it as i stare at the ceiling.

what do i do? i leave? do i run to the bathroom to hide? should i talk to her? i keep going like nothing happened?

as i remove my stare from the ceiling, i see her standing up in front of me, making me let out a shaky breath.

guess she decided for me.

she stares at me up and down, her eyes roaming my body. she extends me a drink with her right hand while her left is holding hers.

"gin tonic for you.. like always" se-mi says as i slowly take it. her fingers caressing mine for a second, making me shiver. "you look.. so beautiful"

"don't do this.. please" i beg her in whispers. she drinks her beer while her gaze stares at me intensely.

"i just want to talk to you." her eyes flash with.. guilt? as she speaks.

i stare at her in disbelief with wide eyes. "no? i'm on a date!"

she scoffs. "please, you kicked her out. i know you that much" she says in a low, hard tone. "we really need to talk. please"

my eyes roamed her face, i bit my lip thinking about it for a second as i get up, grabbing my purse as i let her guide me to the way out.

i stop where the hanger is as i see the girl with my stuff turned around. i touch her shoulder as she turns at me with a smile. "hey, i'm so sorry but something came up and i need to leave. you're.. amazing, and incredibly sweet" i speak as her expression falls.

"oh.. do you want me to come-"

"no. b-but thank you" i say to her quickly as i can see her defeated stare. i grab my coat, walking to find se-mi at the door. we get into her car in a weird tense silence until we get to my place.

i leave my stuff on the couch as i turn to stare at her, her hands on her pockets as she bites her lip piercing.

"why.. were you with her?" she breaks the silence as i stare at her in disbelief. is she actually asking me that like a jealous girlfriend?

"why? oh i'm sorry. i didn't realized that after you broke my heart i had to ask for your permission" i dry chuckle as she scoffs, annoyed, but her eyes are filled with guilt and remorse as she stares at me.

"i'm sorry. i.. i know why you did what you did. and maybe i didn't understood at first, and it took me a while.."

"you never called back. you never texted, you never came to see me, you didn't cared to know how i was-"

"i couldn't talk to you! not after... the games. i asked sam about you every single day. i begged her to not tell you anything, but god, there hasn't been a day in where you left my mind" she says, frustrated. her jaw clenches as i stare wide eyed. fucking sam.

i sigh as i lean myself against the wall. my hands cover my face. "what was i supposed to do? i thought you ghosted me. i thought you hated me se-mi. so i tried.. to just.. move on" i say as i bite the inside of my cheek with anxiety. her cold gaze stays on me as she takes a step closer.

her eyes burning with jealousy, darkening as her stare roamed through my body. "did it worked?"

my chest tightens as i slowly shook my head no. she closes the distance betweens us, trapping me against the wall as i let out a small gasp, feeling her hands on my waist. the cold silver rings making me shiver.

she speaks in a low hiss. "it didn't? you know why it didn't worked?" one of her hands leaves my waist, her fingers softly lifting my chin. "because you never stopped being mine" she says as my heart thumps on my chest. our breathings getting a little more ragged.

"why are you doing this? after two months se-mi... it's been two months." my eyes fill with tears as she caress my face with her hand.

her lips twitch a little as she hears my weak reply. "let me make it up to you"

her hands lowers to my neck as she closes the distance between us. our lips smashing together as we both let out a small moan. my hands roamed through her body desesperately until i wrap my arms around her neck as her other hand lowers to grip my hips.

my body melts into her touch, the kiss becoming hard and desesperate, expressing the way we missed eachother. our pent up anger and frustration explodes as our bodies pressed together.

"i love you so much" i whisper in a shaky breath in between kisses, her arms tighten around me as she keeps the kisses going.

"i love you so much too" she replies, her lips never leaving mine as she lifts me up, her hands on my thighs as she carries me to my room. she softly positions me in bed. i lay as she gets on top of me. i kiss her hungrily as she moans. she breaks the kiss to lower herself, her face meeting my center as she lifts my skirt. her tongue licks over my panties, spreading the wet patch as i whimper. my hands grip her hair as she moves them aside, circling my clit with her tongue.

"missed this so much" she says, giving a kiss on my clit as she teases my entrance.

"please" my head falls back as i beg her. i can feel her smirk as she pushes two fingers inside, going back with her tongue, picking up a faster pace as i moan.

she thrusts deeper and faster as my moans get louder. when she feels me clenching around her fingers, her tongue swirls around my clit. she smirks, pleased to have me trembling under her touch.

"gonna cum please, please, please" i cry out as my fingers pull her hair making her hiss. her lips around my clit as she sucks, making me whimper.

i feel the heat on my lower stomach snap, i clench around her fingers once again as my eyes roll back and i finish with a long and loud moan. she licks me clean until i'm whining, overstimulated.

"oh baby, this is just the first round" she cups my face as i stare, half-lidded.

⋆｡°✩ i stopped missing her, because she stays right by my side. after a few months, she finally asks me to be her girlfriend, which the question feels odd giving the fact that we're almost living together at that point, but i say yes nonetheless (of course).

⋆｡°✩ and when we sleep, she has nightmares all the time. i try to wake her up gently, with soft kisses as i hug her. we end up falling asleep together, always cuddling to feel eachother.

and i have mines too.

i can feel her shaking me slowly as i gasp. "it's okay-"

"i thought i lost you" i murmur, still sleepy but teary.

"you didn't. i'm right here" she says in a cooed whisper. she hugs me tightly, pressing me against her body as i grip her shirt, scared that if i let her go, she'll disappear.

⋆｡°✩ and we try to overcome the trauma of the games, the deaths, and it's hard, but somehow with her by my side, it becomes easier.

⋆｡°✩ and as we spend all our weekeds in bed, i can't help but wonder what would've happened if i was honest from the beggining. but right now she's here, laying in my bed, caressing my hair as i close my eyes and my head rests on her chest..

and i wouldn't have it any other way.

even if i'd had to go through it again and again. i'd do it for her.

[ghostgirl-22]

im imagining one of the many times patrick is begging to fuck art he suddenly says something like “just let me put the tip in at least baby” and art isn’t in the right mind to see why he shouldn’t cause theyre grinding against each other and licking into each other’s mouths so it shouldn’t be much different. patrick cums so quickly too

Whoops anon this is gonna be a 2 for 1. I hope you don’t mind <3 But Patrick begging made me think it’s perfect for the holiday challenge too so… here’s Art staying over a few nights during winter break. Post Patrick dragging him to his dad’s office Christmas party where him and his brother dressed up like Santa (for some Christmas themed reason) sorry this is all over the place anon. <3

Deck the halls 🎄💫

Day 15: Begging

CW: 18+ !NSFW!

Pair: Artrick

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“I think you’re so pretty,” Patrick whispers, he’s still wearing the santa hat, and coat, drunk on spiked egg nog. His dad doesn’t even celebrate Christmas but his office sure knows how to put on a Christmas party.

“Shut up,” Art says, but he’s smiling his stupid pretty little half smile.

They stole candy canes from the Christmas tree in the lobby of his dad’s office, even though Patrick’s stupid brother said they couldn’t. And thank god, because Art’s still sucking on his. Lips stained red, cheeks all flushed— Patrick meant it when he kept telling him all night he’d make the perfect Santa’s elf. “You just blush so yummy,” He teased relentlessly, “especially after Santa fucks you.” That was when Art pushed him away.

Art’s all risky business right now, nothing on but his dress shirt, boxers and socks. His slacks are draped over the chair in the corner of Patrick’s bedroom. He’d wanted them off since he spilled a bit of egg nog on them and Patrick teased him for the way it stained.

Patrick grabs at Arts tie and he steps closer to where Patrick’s sitting on his bed, stopping between Patrick’s legs as Patrick loosens it.

“Come sit on Santa’s lap,” Patrick says, grinning.

Art rolls his eyes, but he’s so soft about it. “You’re so stupid when you drink. You know that right?”

“Come on, sit on my lap. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“The perfect backhand,” Art says.

“I’m Santa, not Jesus,” Patrick points out and Art shoves him. Patrick laughs and grabs onto his arm pulling him closer still, takes him by the waist and lifts at his dress shirt. “Come on, lemme fuck you.”

“Don’t do that— they’re right next door,” Art says, pulling the candy cane from his mouth and turning to look at the closed door like Patrick’s brother and his wife are just going to appear in his room out of thin air. When they don’t, he pops it back into his mouth. Patrick keeps touching him. He’s not concerned about how close they are, they’re really boring and Patrick is 100 percent certain they’re probably already asleep.

But he tries to ease Arts nerves anyway. “Please. I promise I’ll be quiet,” Patrick sighs, talking to Art’s pretty waist. Art’s got the perfect little belly button. Patrick presses his lips there and feels Art suck it in as he tangles his fingers into Patrick’s hair.

“What are you doing?” He giggles cause he’s ticklish and he pushes Patrick’s head away for the same reason.

“Trying to fuck you,” Patrick sighs. He gets to his feet and he’s suddenly in Art’s face. Art steps back but Patrick steps closer and pulls the candy cane out of Art’s mouth. He presses his lips there instead. Art opens up for him right away. His kisses are sweet like peppermint. And he’s licking and sucking on Patrick’s tongue as if he tastes like candy too. Patrick settles on the edge of the bed again excited at the way Art’s following him. He crawls onto Patrick’s lap so he can keep kissing. Patrick’s hard. Like cut diamonds hard, he’s been halfway there all night. He’s going insane at Art’s tendency to mindlessly grind against it. He’s imagining thrusting inside him, imagining how Art would feel, how he’d react. Art’s already so sensitive all over. Almost like his body was made for sex, Patrick just wants to test it out.

Patrick lays back on the bed resting on his elbows and he puts the candy in his own mouth watching as Art blinks himself into awareness now that he’s not kissing Patrick’s mouth anymore. Patrick can tell he still wants to grind. His hips aren’t moving fast but he’s still gently rolling them along the bulge in Patrick’s pants.

”Fucking please.” Patrick says, quietly. “All I want for Christmas is just to nut in you just once.”

“You’re so fucking…” Art licks his lips. He’s breathless. Kiss swollen. Flushed. Every time Patrick thinks he couldn’t possibly want him more, he gets prettier.

“I will fucking do anything,” Patrick begs. He says, undoing the buttons on Arts dress shirt.

“Patrick,” Art says matter of factly. “Your brother is next door.”

“And I’ll be so quiet. And if you need to you can moan into my pillow. Please. Pretty please. I wanna fill you up and watch it spill out.”

“You’re disgusting,” Art says softly, but he’s squirming.

“I know, I know I am,” Patrick grins, he bites into the candy cane, finishing it off. “But you like it.”

God the blushing. The way he can’t sit still. Patrick hopes he doesn’t lose it in his fucking pants before he even gets inside or all this begging will be for nothing.

“I um— I don’t think I can— your so— so much, Patrick, ” Art says, suddenly shy.

Patrick can’t help himself. He’s grinning like crazy. “Just tell me it’s too big. Tell me it won’t fit.”

“You’re such a freak, ‘m not sayin that,” Art says, he’s blushing something fierce. “I’m just saying…”

“Fine fuck it… what if it’s just the tip? Lemme put in the tip.”

Art sighs, a little smirk on his lips. “You’re so fucking obsessed.”

“Yeah well fucking look at you, princess. Of course I’m obsessed.” Patrick groans. He’s undone all the buttons on Arts shirt and he’s fixating on Art’s bare chest, his perky pink nipples.

Art rolls his eyes at the “princess” comment and Patrick grabs at either side of his shirt and pulls him into another kiss. It’s only moments before Art’s gasping into his mouth and Patrick’s sure if they keep this up he’s gonna come hard in his pants. He rolls them over so he can get Art on his back. And slowly, he pulls back from the kiss. Art’s following, sitting up on his elbows.

“Can I please? Just the tip, baby, pretty pretty please?” Patrick begs.

Art bites his lip and then nods. Patrick doesn’t waste any time, he tugs at Art’s boxers. Slides them off.

Art falls into a sudden fit of giggles and Patrick can’t help smiling at him. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “It’s your santa hat. I just started thinking about you putting me on the naughty list if I didn’t blow you or something.”

Patrick laughs, he’d forgotten he was wearing it still. He pulls it off his head and gives it to Art. Pulls the coat off and drops it on the floor so he’s only in his t-shirt. “For the record I think you’re just the nicest boy.” Patrick says, looking over his dick. It’s so pretty, flushed purple and so full it’s resting heavy on his tummy. “So so nice.”

“You’re so fucking horny, shut up,” Art whispers and Patrick laughs and undoes his own pants kicking them off. Art’s just watching him. “If you put in more than the tip I’m gonna scream and wake up your brother.” He says quietly as Patrick eases himself out of his boxers. It’s clear he’s getting nervous but the way he says it makes Patrick snicker.

“I’m sure you will.” He says smirking as he rubs his palm over Art’s upper thigh. “I have lube in there, it tastes like cotton candy.” Patrick says, gently. Gesturing to his night stand.

“You fucked someone else in here?” Art asks, curiously.

“My summer time girlfriend. But I bought it for you cause your so fucking special.”

“Cotton candy?” Art makes a face.

“Shut the fuck up and get it.”

Art rolls over and pulls open the drawer, digging around. Patrick’s fixating on his ass. He rubs it gently. Almost climbs on top of him and pushes the head in right then and there. There’s so many things he wants to do to this ass. He’s seen Art’s bare bottom quite a few times when they were in school together, Art coming out of the shower. Patrick acting like he’s fine and then sneaking into the bathroom afterwards to touch himself.

“You have a lot of weed,” Art says as he pulls out a bottle from his night stand and inspects it. Same little unimpressed look on his face.

“Taste it,” Patrick says.

“Ew,” Art says.

“Fine give it,” Patrick says and snatches it away from him. He pulls one of Art’s legs up onto his shoulder to get him closer and Art does the same with his other leg. He’s just got on socks and the open dress shirt. Patrick wants him so bad. He wants him so fucking bad. Wants to be balls fucking deep in him for hours. At least an hour. Just wants to fuck him like crazy till he’s falling apart on his dick.

He coats himself in lube. Art’s holding his breath, there’s a wet spot on his tummy from where his dick is leaking. Patrick lines himself up and Art’s inhaling as Patrick presses up against his hole.

Fuck. He’s not sure if he’s gonna be able to fucking do this. Art’s so feverishly warm and virgin tight. Patrick’s struggling just to get the head in.

“Fuck,” Patrick breathes. “Oh fuck, you’ve never even put your fingers in here, have you? Holy shit.”

“W-why would I d-do that?” Art whines, pitched too high and too soft. Squirming beneath him. Patrick shivers.

“Fuck me, I’m gonna fucking lose it.” Patrick says breathlessly as he slowly, so achingly slowly, feels Art’s body open up around the head of his dick.

Art is making these little whiny noises, each sound going straight to Patrick’s dick. He can’t sit still, he’s wiggling like crazy and it’s barely… fucking… in.

“Holy shit,” Patrick gasps, he’s throbbing, aching. He strokes himself twice and he’s halfway fucking done.

“Oh my… fuck… oh Patrick it feels so….mm weird,” Art whines. And it’s too fucking much. Patrick pushes just a little more in… thinks he might just start fucking him… but it’s pointeless because just that little bit of movement combined with Art’s whining and wiggling and Patrick is suddenly gasping through one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had.

“Fuck,” Patrick gasps breathlessly as he slips out, all his spend leaking out just after. “Goddamnit,” he groans. He’s literally never come that fucking fast in his life.

”Mm,” Art giggles. “I kinda like the tip.”

“Fuck,” Patrick sighs again, running his fingers tips along Arts legs. “You did that to me. You make me fucking insane.”

”I didn’t do anything,” Art says, grinning. “And you didn’t either.” He adds. He’s such a fucking brat.

Patrick adjusts Art’s legs so they’re on either side of Patrick’s waist and he leans over, buries his head against Art’s neck and shoulder, placing little kisses there. All while grabbing onto his dick. Art starts moaning right away as Patrick jerks him. He lasts longer than Patrick but not that much more before Patrick feels the wet hot spurt of liquid spilling between their bodies.

Patrick collapses on top of him when Arts finished. Feels him trying to catch his breath. He curls his fingers into Patrick’s hair and Patrick kisses at his throat, finishing a hickey he’d started.

“Next time I’m just gonna fuck you,” Patrick breathes against his throat.

Art snorts, “And who knows? Maybe you’ll last longer than 30 seconds.”

“So then you agree? I get to fuck you next time,” Patrick says, grinning up at him.

Art rolls his eyes, but there’s hope— because he’s smiling too.

[pjsfvs]

Angry sex with Tyun

paring : dom!taehyun x afab!reader

warnings/tags : angry sex, window/wall sex, im to lazy to do the rest.

summary : You and taehyun get into a heated argument, which leads to some good angry sex.

a/n : don't leave hate comments for me to see. if you don't like it just block me and leave.

“Taehyun, I told you, I’m done talking about this. I said I was sorry.”

“You were being irrational, Y/N?! Seriously?! You can’t just go charging into my rehearsal like that begging me to come along with you, for fucking boba! What if the members got distracted. Hm? They could have been hurt or worse!”

“I get that you were worried about them, and I know I was wrong for doing that, but you're the one who told me you were on break. It is not my fault. You can't put the whole blame on me.”

“Your so fucking annoying sometimes.”

“God, can you shut up and listen to me!? I don't know why I have to re-explain this to you again.” Taehyun stare at you incredulously, ready to interrupt but you continue on, “You told me that you missed me, and I wanted to see you, so I came when you texted me you were on break.”

“How long do you think our breaks are huh? Knowing we're about to have a comeback. Just how fucking long do you think these breaks last!?”

The argument is never-ending. Sweaty and red-faced, Taehyun is so close. So close that you can still smell the scent of spear mint on his breath from the gum he's been chewing. So close that you can see the dark circles under his eyes from the sleepless night and the height of his body, creating a shadow over your body. Your chests touch, both heaving from yelling back and forth. Staring him in the eyes, you have nothing else to say; left to communicate all your frustration through a silent glare. Neither one of you wants to be the first to break.

“Taehyun, I’m done doing this whenever you and the guy have a comeback. You can’t keep telling me to come see you while on break, just to get pissed at me afterwards. I’m done with that. I’m fucking done.” You keep repeating that last line to yourself more so than to him. A realization coming over you that you might not just be done arguing with Taehyun over this particular topic. You might also be finished with your relationship. If he wouldn’t make time, to see you, what's the point. Just one fucking glance, that's all you could ask for. If this is what you had to go through each time, you weren’t sure you could handle it.

Through his anger, Taehyun gives you a look of desperation, hoping that you both could come to some agreement. Shaking your head, you turn and walk away. You have nothing left to give.

“No. You don’t get to walk away like you always do. Not this time!” He yells, grabbing you by the shoulders and pressing you against the very door you were prepared to leave though. Pushing him away does nothing. He just comes back, forcing your back against the door again with a resounding thud. You want to deny it but the roughness of how he handles you causes a spark within you. You’re certain it’s affecting Taehyun too from the way his half-hard member brushes against you.

“Tyun…” You’re cut off by a passionate kiss. Your body denies your rational mind by returning the kiss. It’s nothing like your normal exchange. It’s heated, teeth clanging against each other, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth and fighting for complete dominance.

Clothes are torn from each of your bodies, no care given to the sounds of ripping fabric and buttons hitting the floor. Your sole focus is on each other.

“Up” he commands, grabbing at your hips. Taking his cue, you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Nipping along your jaw, he leaves a stinging trail of red marks on your skin. You hiss when bites down harshly at the juncture of your shoulder. Continuing on his intended path, Taehyun attaches his mouth to one of your perky nipples, swirling his tongue around it before sucking.

The heels of your feet pressed into his lower back, bringing him closer to your core. His throbbing member slips through your folds, pressing against your clit. Focused on your own pleasure now, you repeat the action, grinding yourself against his cock.

“Stop it.” He growls out in response to your tempting actions. The head of his member prods against your sensitive bud as Taehyun ruts his hips unexpectedly. You yelp in surprise but don’t stop.

“You need to fucking listen. You never listen.”

“Fuck you.” You retort, smirking at him in defiance.

“That’s what I plan on doing to do you, sweetheart.”

Not waiting for your reply, Taehyun enters your wet core without warning causing you to throw your head back. Any advantage you thought you had is now gone as you succumb to the pleasure. As you sink on to his thick cock, Taehyun groans lowly, enjoying the feeling of your warm pussy that is so inviting to slip into.

“Gonna fuck you so good.”

You chuckle at his comment, knowing it will provoke him. And that’s just what it does. Without pulling out of you, Taehyun unwinds your legs from his waist and pushes them towards your chest by the knees. The new position gives him a new angle to hit and he begins to thrust into you without control. His pace is frenzied and brutal as he abuses your pussy.

Clawing at his shoulders, your first orgasm washes over you but he gives you no time to bask in it. Even as your core clenches around his member, he continues to fuck you senseless, pushing you through your first orgasm and works you close to a second.

Taehyun watches, fully mesmerized, as his member pumps in and out of you. His cock is slick with your wetness making it easier for him to push back in and keep his rhythm.

“So close. Don’t fucking stop,” You announce your impending orgasm to him, not that he needed you to tell him. He knows from the way your core pulses that you’re almost there. So is he; ready to spill his load into you. Pumping into you deeper, Taehyun’s cock hits the perfect spot, causing jolts of electricity to course throughout your lower half.

Your second orgasm rocks you so hard and you go limp in his arms. A few more thrusts and he followed right behind you. His cock throbs inside you as his cum coats your walls. Dropping his head to your shoulder, Tae’s heavy breaths fan over your heated skin, sending a chill through you.

After helping you to wrap your legs back around him, he carries you to your shared bed; laying you down gently. Climbing in next to you, he tugs you to his chest making sure you are tucked comfortably against him.

“I’m sorry, ya know. You’re a damn good girlfriend, Y/N. I know that. I just don’t want anyone to get distracted and end up hurt because of you. If that happens, they might not let you visit the building anymore and I don't want that to happen.”

With much of your frustration gone, you realize you may have been too hard on Taehyun. He cares about you and doesn't want anyone on his team to get hurt.

“I know. I just want you to make some time for me. Even if its one minute of your time. I miss you."

"I know baby, I know. I'll try and make at least 10 minutes for you on busy days, on free days we can go on the cute dates you told me about doing. I promise."

[blackdollette]

poookieee!! as much as i love me some subby spence.. im dying for soft!dom spence ><

maybe a little prof-teacher taboo something if you’re feeling nasty 😩

i love a challenge!

"pick me up after school, you can be my baby." | spencer reid

ridin'. - lana del rey

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college student!female!reader x professor!spencer

word count: 1.0k

contents: y/n is a legal adult, teacher/student dynamic, unprotected p in v, public sex, creampie

you had been taking an unsolicited slumber in the middle of your biology class with mr reid. 

the last period of the day when all the irrelevant tangents he went on would enter through one ear and come right out the other. so really, it wasn’t your fault that you just couldn’t keep your attention on him, regardless of his meek elegance and gentle composure. you had fallen asleep to his soft tone of voice, confident that he wouldn’t catch you as he rambled on. which was why you were completely baffled as to how he had you bent over his desk as he scolded you, your plaid skirt on the ground, hugging your ankles.

you had to admit, the tension between you two was palpable. with such a small age gap, it was hard to not fall for a teacher who had such a close resemblance to a greek god. as good as he was at keeping up his professional demeanor, you constantly caught him stealing occasional glances at you as you walked away from him or popping up in your physical education class, catching you in your shorts and tank top as a thin layer of sweat shone off your body. it was the way things had always been.

he tsked, one of his ringed hands having a tight grip on your bare hip. “snoozing during my class? i expected much more from you.” your cheek pressed against the cool oakwood of his neat, organized desk. you would’ve cringed at how cliche this scene was if it wasn’t what you had been thirsting for all along. you pouted, squirming as he used his other hand to keep your hands behind your back. “i-i didn’t mean to, mr reid. i swear..!”

as you moved, your hips pushed into his ever so slightly. he grinned a little, pulling his glasses away from his eyes and carefully placing them on top of his hair to hold back a few stray strands of hair. “i bet you say that to all the teachers, my dear…” your knees shook as his voice dropped an octave. you still had your panties on, which were soaking wet from the heat of the atmosphere.

he swallowed audibly hard, his breath growing shakier by the second as the awkward side of his personality began to flicker through. “y-you’re a very beautiful girl, y’know that..?” your cheeks heated up as he slowly began to trail his thumb up and down your clothed slit, a throbbing sensation growing in his concealed, starched uniform pants.

you whimpered quietly, your hot breath condensing onto the polished wood. he brought his lips to your ear, whispering in a tone that rang through your mind. “i ought to teach you a lesson for being such a bad girl in my class today…” he slipped a hand into his pocket, pulling out a square-shaped, golden package. a condom. you didn’t think guys like him would carry them around on the fly.

he moved his hand to the button and zipper of his pants, undoing them both swiftly. he tore open the condom pack with his teeth, baring pearly white canines. a white droplet began to seep through the thin fabric of his briefs, revealing his arousal. his thumbs kept a good rhythm on your soaking cunt, starting to slip underneath your panties as he whipped out his cock and rolled the condom onto himself with a deep groan.

your body trembled as the wait became agonizing. you felt so open, so exposed to him. his hands groped and caressed the most intimate parts of you as he lined himself up with your pulsing hole. you desperately moved your hips back, making him chuckle. “someone’s eager, huh?” he gripped his cock with a shaky hand, talking to you as he began to push himself into you. “well i could never deprive my favourite student of something she wants so badly…”

your hands ball into fists as he entered you, inch by inch as he stretched you out until you were full to the brim. you yelped, making him shove two fingers into your mouth to shut you up. your jaw closed around him, drool cascading onto the desk as he started to fuck you. he started slow and steady, his rhythm matching the one of a brand-new metronome.

you moaned and whimpered, your insides struggling to adjust to his size. but surely, he talked you through the overwhelming pleasure. “there you go… just like that..” his voice was low and breathing, your ass bouncing each time he pounded into you. the room filled with lewd noises quickly and you thanked the heavens that the classroom door was locked.

his balls slapped against your puffy clit as he picked up the pace, his fingernails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your soft flesh. tears filled your eyes as the overstimulation became mind-boggling. a mess of wetness and precum dripped down your inner thighs. you felt his thick girth twitch inside of you, his breathing getting louder with each thrust.

“s-such a good girl… takin’ me so well…” his words were slurred and melted into each other like ice cream. groans and whimpers echoed through the room, crescendoing until they reached a loud climax. your teacher tossed his head back as his balls tightened up and sent hot ropes of cum shooting into your guts. 

your cunt swelled as he filled you with his seed, your whole body going heavy as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. you bit your lip, hard enough to draw blood. you gasped as he pulled himself out of you, feeling empty by the lack of him inside you. he flipped you around, awkwardly taking you into his arms and kissing you deeply on the lips, his jaw clenching as he tasted you. the heat between your legs grew to an unbearable state and you wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him back until he pulled away, cheeks stained with pink.

he cleared his throat, crouching down to help you pick up your skirt. he lifted you off the desk, helping you put it on. he even took the extra step of grabbing you a handkerchief and dabbing away at the sticky mess on your thighs. as he finished, he looked at you and nodded with approval. “you’d better get going. i’ve assigned three chapters that must be read for our class discussion tomorrow.” you groaned, picking up your bookbag and slinging it over your shoulder. he chuckled, kissing you on the cheek and bringing his lips to your ear. “until next time, my dear.”

author's note: stream karma by jojo siwa

[gilverrwrites]

Attention ︎

Tim Drake/Reader, 550 words Kinktober entry 3: Office sex Warnings: Mean-dom Tim | Denial Requested by: @monst and anonymous

“Have you had fun today?”

He bets you have.

When Tim has asked you to help him with some administrative duties at the office today, he hadn’t expected you to show up in that tight little skirt. Strutting around in it, flaunting it all for everyone to see. For him to see. It’s after hours now, everyone else has gone home and you’re still deliberately pushing his buttons.

You’re sitting on his desk, legs spread so that he can peek at the tops of your stockings and how your fleshy thighs bulge out of them. You’re wearing red panties, Red Robin red, with a black lace trim that’s been keeping his eyes off of his laptop for the last half hour.

“Of course.” You answer sweetly, swinging one leg up to rest on the arm of his chair and tilting your head. “I always have fun under you, Timmy.”

From this new angle he gets a good look at the crotch of your underwear, and something in him snaps as soon as he notices the mouth-wateringly licentious wet patch in the crotch. It takes everything in him to focus his eyes back on the screen, wilfully pretending to ignore you as he rests a hand on your inner leg. He can feel your buzzing excitement as he slowly massages his way between your thighs. “Did you have fun teasing me all day?”

You quiver when he rubs his thumb against your clothed and achy core but continue to play coy with him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t talk crap.” He retracts his hand to cross his arms over his chest. Blue eyes laced with enough menace to make your chest grow tight with anticipation as he glares at you. His lips pull into a pensive pucker until it becomes obvious you have nothing more to say. Finally, he rolls his eyes and sighs. “Lie down.”

You hesitate briefly. You’re sitting on the long edge of his desk, so laying back now will offer your head and shoulder no support, but Tim halts you by grabbing at your plump thigh before you can shift positions.

“You’ve been begging for my attention all day, now you’ve got it. Hurry up.” He orders, voice thick with authority. So, you do as you’re told, leaning back until your head dangles off the edge of the table, and his name plaque digs into the arch of your back.

“So, you are capable of behaving yourself.” He ponders aloud as he centres his chair between your open legs, briskly tugging down your underwear until it hangs from just one of your ankles.  

“I’m always well-behaved, boss man.” You just can’t help yourself. Tim humph’s dismissively as he hooks your legs over his shoulders, his hot breath grazing your dripping pussy as he leans in closer. “Im a very good girl.”

“Shut up.” Despite his meanness, he can’t help laughing. Its contagious, you giggle back he closes the distance abruptly. Your whole body jerks in sweet agony as he rakes his teeth across your clit, gnawing and sucking at your delicate clit. Delivering pleasure in the most painful way possible, relishing in your tangy tastes so much so that he can barely pull away long enough to bark his next instruction. Instead, it’s muffled by your slickened folds. “Good girls get to cum. You don’t.”

If you're reading this, this is your reminder that you are more than enough ♥

Kinktober Masterlist

[normanssurvivalsite]

The Prince

(Alastor x prince of hell!reader)

"HOLLLLYYY FUCKING SHIT (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER WE ARE VISITING CHARLIEEEE" yelled your dad while bursting into your room.

You looked up at your dad startled.

"Thats great, but why are you yelling?" You asked while raising your eyebrow.

"BECAUSE WE ARE GOING NOW COME OOONNN" he continued yelling while taking your hand and dragging you out of your room and off you guys were to the Hazbin Hotel.

When you arrived your dad almost run in before you told him to tone it down he is still the king of hell who has to keep up a certain image.

This was your relationship in a nutshell. You were not at all like your father and older sister. You were calm and collected and were there to calm them down. And why you stuck with your dad? Because he was broken after your mother left and you kind of got stuck being his mental support.

You never blamed Charlie for leaving you had the chance you do that as well but you decided to stay.

Your dad entered the hotel and immediately hugged Charlie. You just calmly walked in after him.

"OOOHHHHHH YOU BROUGHT (Y/N)" yelled Charlie as well excitedly and gave you the same bone crushing hug your dad gave her earlier.

"Yeah...'m here...sis....cant...breathe" you tried to get a sentence out.

"OH yeah of course sorry"

"Its fine Im happy to see you Charlie" you smiled at her while dusting your button up shirt.

After this encounter Charlie introduced you to the rest of the residents including her girlfriend, who you were delighted to meat since Charlie always rented about her when you guys would talk.

But of course your dad managed to make that encounter awkward as well to which you just sighed a little.

Unbeknownst to you a certain radio demon had his eyes on you from the moment you entered. It was one thing that your attire was something he himself would wear and it suited your figure perfectly, quite old fashioned just like he liked it, but when he saw that seemingly you were the distinguished one in the family you have won his interest.

The way you held yourself with a straight back chin up, truly befitting a prince. He noticed that you seem to either calm down or hint to your father on how to act. It was a sight to behold for sure.

"And this here-" started Charlie nearing the stairs where Alastor appeared. "-oh, this is Alastor our beloved building manager"

"Its a pleasure to meet you sir quite the pleasure" said Alastor while shaking Lucifers hand and wiping it in his coat after.

Not paying a second more of his attention on your father he looked immediately to you.

"And this magnificent creature is the prince of hell himself I'm sure" he said while taking your hand and softly kissing your knuckles.

Your face got a bit read while he straightened back up eye contact never leaving.

"I am, it is a pleasure to meet you sir, I quite enjoy your radio podcast" you managed to get out after re-gaining your composure.

What you said was true, though. You enjoyed his brodcast, his voice, and interestingly enough your taste in music was similar, the jazz part at least.

Alastors eyes lit up at that.

"Indeed? Well I'm honored the prince of hell himself enjoys what I do, and please do call me Alastor." he smiled at you and took one of your hands in both of his while you guys just stared at each other.

"Should we do something ooor...?" Whispered angel to Husk.

However the cat was to stunned to speak. He has never seen Alastor act like this with anyone before. The radio demon was literally flirting with the prince of hell.

"WOOOOWWW ooookkkkk nononono lemme just...squeeze in here" said your father while standing between you and Alastor which was almost impossible thats how close you two stood to each other but he managed.

"If you don't mind I believe my daughter was about to show us the hotel so see ya later" said your dad hastily while pushing you away from the overlord.

"Oh, no, we built the hotel together we should show it together, right Charlie?" Grinned Alastor at the princesse

"...Ok"

"I wouldn't mind at all to show the lovely little prince around" he smiled at you and offered you his arm which you gladly took.

All this while Lucifer was glaring daggers at Alastors back as you two walked off chatting happily.

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WOOOOOOWWWW LOOK AT ME POSTING AGAIN YEAAHHHHH WHAT CAN I SAY I HAVE A PROBLEM

And you bitches too I literally uploaded my Hazbin Hotel posts minutes ago and yall are eating it up already.

I mean ofc thank you sm for all the love (🥹🧡) but DAMN yall good? Anyone need a therapist?

Haha, just kidding...we all do.

ANYWAAAYSSS

I HAVE SOOO MANY MORE IDEAS AND I CANT WAIT TO WRITE THEM AND SHARE THEM WITH YOU GUYS.

I'm also thinking about writing a pt.2 for this so lemme know if yall would be interested😎

I hope you enjoyed your reading ladies, gentleman and others, good afternoon good evening and goodnight🧡🦖

[ultravioletrayz]

a request? what about your edging miguel and so you let him cum since he begging it however we continuing to do it? and so what about this but with cumplay ? you know,and he.....like into it,like you playing with he cum, on his body.thigh. abs, idk anywhere and just licking it idk?

so a kinda dom/sub!miguel x fem!reader

yea im crazy for a whiny men whos loves anything we do and espically whimper and beg

you with me girlie?

Yes yes yes, totally with you.

The plot for this was inspired by this ask, btw!!

@ce3stvu tagging my bby girl <3

Pairing: sub!miguel o’hara x dom!f!reader

Warnings: 18+, handjob, edging, cumplay, cum eating, dacryphillia if you squint, themes of jealousy

Summary: you remind miguel who he belongs to

A/N: i love dom!migs, but something about imagining that big man all whiny and crying is sooo hot

Word Count: 1K

It’s all that stupid bitch’s fault. The thought is swirling around in Miguel’s head on repeat as his hips pathetically twitch and spasm upwards to try and loosen the grip you have around the blushing tip of his cock. Still, you merely apply more pressure, squeezing his poor head so hard your fingers act as a makeshift cock ring, making it impossible for Miguel to acquire any sense of relief as your other hand fondles his heavy, aching balls with little skill, your only goal being to tease him. 

This was a much better way of reminding Miguel of your loyalty to one another than talking it out. Frankly, you didn’t even know how to approach discussing the topic. You were supposed to be Miguel’s angelic, bubbly little girlfriend. You didn’t want to cause a fight over some random spider-woman from work. 

Instead, you smile from ear to ear as you watch the beads of tears that cling to Miguel’s gorgeous, thick eyelashes as he sobs and begs to cum, after you’ve denied climax after climax with your possessive grip around the thick circumference of his dick. 

There’s no doubt in your mind that other spider-people can hear Miguel’s unapologetic whines from outside his office, and the thought makes your mind a hazy fog of lust and pride. Hopefully, that new girl that Miguel was training, the one that kept running her grubby hands all over his arms and back like you were an idiot and wouldn’t notice her blatant flirting. 

You had initially felt guilty when you pulled Miguel away from his sparring session with the girl, leading him to his office with one goal in mind: reiterating that Miguel is yours and yours alone.

But now that he's been forced into becoming this mess of desperation and sticky pre-cum, your worries and shame have vanished. Only your touch can make Miguel feel this way, making him lose all of his self-control and dignity. And he does the same thing to you. Sure, an outsider would probably say all of this jealousy and possessiveness is toxic or overbearing, but you and Miguel can't help but cling to one another. You're each other's soulmates. That new girl could never compare.

"Hah- ah, fuck! M-Mami, por favor… need- ah! need to cum. Please, please l-lemme cum-!" Miguel begs, his tear-stained cheek squished against the smooth material of your spider suit that conceals your tits, but the warmth of his face seeps through the fabric, his breath causing your nipples to perk up at the subtle contact as you lean over him and giggle. 

You keep your fingers squeezed around his tip, rubbing his swollen head in circular motions as your other hand cups his balls in the comfort of your palm. The tension around Miguel’s tip is almost torturous, making him curse and thrash around in his office chair as he desperately attempts to make your hand slip even slightly so that his dick can breathe again. 

The thick, chocolate-brown hair that adorns the tan flesh from his belly button down to his base caresses your forearm each time Miguel fails to push through the restraint of your fist and thrust into your closed hand. 

You feel bad for taking your insecurities out on your poor, unsuspecting boyfriend, who was just trying to be a good boss and do his job, so you decide to give him a break.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, guapo?" You coo teasingly, releasing the pressure around the leaky head of Miguel's cock and instead starting to pump his shaft, your pace fast and sloppy as you make up for the time spent prohibiting Miguel from having any kind of release. 

Miguel's climax hits him like a freight train, his back arching drastically and his claws digging into his seat as his rock-hard cock spurts bucket loads of cum up into the air, the gooey strands of his devotion to you hitting his toned abs and coating the hair on his thighs and stomach, creating a pooling mess of semen, sweat, and tears as he slumps back in his chair and splutters.

You watch with wide eyes as Miguel's cum decorates his tan skin, like an abstract painting of your composition. And you couldn't be more proud of yourself. In a hypnotised state of desire and devotion, you scramble to your knees in between Miguel's spread thighs. 

With a smile on your face, you lick a fat, sloppy stripe from Miguel's pelvis up to his juicy pecs, gathering his cum on your flat tongue and swallowing. He tastes divine.

No other bitch would treat him like this, using her hands and mouth to worship him like you do. You lap up every thick glob of shimmering cum from Miguel's panting body, not even able to savour it due to your desperation to taste all of him.

"You taste so good, Mig." You moan, eyes fluttering at the salty, decadent flavour of Miguel's cum flooding your senses. Your hand keeps pumping him slowly, milking every last drop of his delicious cum from his cock as you worship his body and devour his essence as it glistens on his stomach and thighs. 

Your free hand scoops up some of his mess to watch how the strings make your fingers stick together, before shoving your digits in your mouth and sucking the cum off your fingers. 

Miguel chuckles and moans at the sight of his pretty girl so desperate to please him, all to ensure his loyalty. The fact that you're more willing to drag your wet tongue up and down his cum-covered, shivering body than have a conversation about your feelings is a little odd, but Miguel's not complaining. It's sweet to see how much you love him, and how much you hate that new bitch for thinking she stands a chance against you.

Miguel holds your chin in his hands and stops you from feasting on any more of his cum, directing your gorgeous face upwards so that you're staring into his eyes. You rest your tacky hands on his thighs, making him tremble ever so slightly at the way your skin sticks to his, binding the two of you together. 

Breathlessly, Miguel whispers to you, his girl, his one and only, the love of his life, with a crooked smile on his sweaty, fucked-out face.

"Sólo para ti, hermosa."

sick and tired of miguel being depicted as the “jealous and possessive” one in the relationship. If I had a man like that, I’d be just as crazy

[nikkirando]

When I was your man...PT 2

Husband!Tyler Owens x Wife!Reader, Ex!Javi Rivera x Ex!Reader

Summary: After your last encounter with your ex Javi he has been doing stuff to push Tyler's buttons. Tyler takes you to a bar after a chase where Javi was. Javi finally pulls a move that makes Tyler snap.

Warning: Language, Violence, Unwanted touch (from Javi), mentions of sex but none (again from Javi), some backstory with Reader(you again) and Javi, protective Tyler

"Tyler talk to me" You pleaded with your stubborn boyfriend who just a few days ago saved you from Javi. "It's nun sweetheart ok?" he said annoyed while putting his hat down and falling on the bed like a ragdoll. "It's not nothing...please?" you asked before Tyler looked at you and sat up "I just hated how he touches you! He keeps pushing my buttons with his stupid comments about your body and how you should date him!" he said more annoyed than ever at Javi's name being brought up.

You grab his hand gently "Tyler... I need to tell you something since we are talking about Javi right now.." you say as he looks up at you confused "When you saved me from Javi...he..kissed me and.." before you can finish and stands up quickly "What?! Oh he is so fucking dead!" he yelled before going on the door "Ty wait!" you grab onto him "he's not worth it..." you said.

You sighed and rubbed his shoulders "Soon enough he will get bored...just a little longer" You said before he replied "Just a little longer..." he said as you shared a kiss. "Let's get sum rest sweetheart we got a big day," Tyler said rubbing the back of your thighs as you sighed and nodded "Alright," you said before crawling into bed with him you cuddled up next to each other and started to fall asleep.

"God damn it Y/N I told you to be careful and look what happened!" Javi yelled in your face as he wrapped up your arm too tightly for your liking. "I know I'm so-" "Sorry!? Your fucking sorry!? Sorry, won't bring them back! God because you and Kate were so careless they fucking died! Still sorry about that!?" He got in your face he yelled at you as you looked at him with teary eyes and let out a sob "Great now you're playing victim!?" he scoffs as Kate looks at both of you "Javi..." Before she continues he starts to walk away "I'm done I'm fucking done!" he yells you look at him before following after "Javi w-what are you talking about your done...?" you ask. He turns around angrily "I mean I'm done with you! Im fucking done with you!" he yelled as you stood there "Your...breaking up with me?" you said.

Up in the truck with Tyler and the group as you guys were driving back to the run-down hotel. Tyler's hand on your thigh slowly started to reach up near your panties before you slapped his hand away "Hey behave" you said laughing as he laughed with you "Alright alright I'll behave" he said as you kissed his cheek. "Wasn't that fun!?" yelled Boone as you looked back at him and nodded and you both giggled like teen girls as Tyler shook his head and kept driving. "Oh! We should go to the bar! To celebrate for not dying!" Boone yelled excitedly as everyone who was in the truck agreed (it was only you Tyler and Boone lmao).

As Tyler parked and you got out you saw Javi looking at you. It made you feel uneasy and you Boone and Tyler walked to the bar across the street. from the corner of your eyes, you see Javi move from his spot but you don't pay mind to your ex. You guys walked into Boone was the first to order the first set of drinks. The night continued with Boone getting a drink you guys made a stupid cheer about having not died in the tornado before drinking.

"I'll grab the next one so you don't have to waste all of your money Boone," You said as Tyler and Boone laughed. You get up from the table to the bar. You order more drinks and jerk up slightly when a hand lands on your ass you chuckled "Tyler what are u doing?" You turned around not to see Tyler but Javi which made you frown instantly and made you back up to the bar counter "Javi? What are you doing!?" you asked "Come on..don't lie and say you haven't missed my touch Y/N" he said as he got closer to your face and grabs you waist and you look away. He leans in close to your ear his hot breath on your ear lobe as his hands slowly start to reach to your butt.

"I remember when you told me you wanted to marry me...and have my kids with a house...I can see Tyler hasn't done it yet...so let me..Y/N please.." He said his hand finally landed on your ass. Before Javi can do or say anything else someone pulls him away. You look up to see Tyler "What do you think you're doing Rivera!?" Tyler yelled getting in his face as Javi smirked and rolled his eyes "Just reminding her of the good old days when she wanted to marry me...have my babies..." Javi glares at Tyler as his jaw clenches "Just told her how you couldn't do it clearly so someone has to might as well be me rig-" Before Javi could finish Tyler throws his fist at Javi face punching him as everyone looks over at them as Javi holds his cheek before they start to fight as you stare at them.

"Stop both of you stop!" you yelled trying to pull Tyler off of Javi as they kept fighting "Tyler stop!" He looks at you his green eyes staring at yours as he lets go of Javi "This is your last warning Rivera! You hear me!? I'll throw you in a fucking tornado if I have to!" he grabs your hand and walks out of the bar and to the hotel room as you stayed quiet. You looked down as he looked at you his eyes looking at you before pulling you in a hug which confused you "I love you..." he said and kissed your neck before sighing "I'm gonna kill him next time I see him" he continued before looking at you and kissing your lips.

The kiss turns a little more heated as Tyler when to put his hand in your pants you stop him and smile "Not in the mood" you say as he nods at you and smiles "Okay sweetheart" he says "Ima hit the showers then you get rest" he said before walking to the bathroom as you stared at him and smiled before sitting down 'How did I get lucky?' you said to yourself before laying down.

Part 22222 ahhhhhhhh lmk if you like ittttt!!!

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the heavy weight of guilt (part two)

words: 700

warnings: 18+ only, smut, cheating, p in v sex, unprotected sex

part one / part two

“what the fuck did you do?” rafe growls.

“what?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at him. “you would never leave her unless she found out, so i made it so you have to be with just me.”

“you're fucking crazy if you think im going to stay with you after you destroyed my family.” rafe grunts out.

“destroyed? you did that by cheating on your wife. don't blame me for exposing the truth.”

“the truth is that you came into me, practically forced yourself onto me.”

“yet you were completely willing. don't be ridiculous rafe. you don't even care about your dumb kids or stupid wife anyways. all you care about is fucking young pussy.”

“aren't you worried ill leave you some day then? get with someone younger as you grow old and wrinkle.” rafe tilts his head to the side, trying to anger you even more.

“oh rafe” you laugh maniacally. “i will never let you leave me. i wont lose you like your wife did.”

“goddamn it.” rafe grunts, bending down and picking you up, slinging you over your shoulder like you're just a sack of flour.

“damn, you're strong when you're pissed.” you chuckle, which just makes rafes hold on you tighten further.

“shut up, please.” he begs. he needs to get his anger and frustration out, and since you're the cause of his guilt, it's going to be by using you.

“fine, we can talk about our new living arrangements after you fuck me silly.” you know you're only antagonizing rafe further as he tosses you onto the bed, throwing you so hard you bounce against the mattress.

“i hate you.” rafe says before smashing his lips against yours, dominating your mouth as his hands begin to strip you of your clothing, pulling it away until you're naked.

“get undressed, let me see you.” you say, trying to unbutton rafes shirt, but he just pushes your hand away.

“im gonna fuck you how i want to fuck you. you're not in control anymore.” 

you're surprised by his sure dominance. he's always been on top before, but he's never disobeyed you.

you keep quiet, lips practically sealing closed as rafe undoes his pants, tugging his zipper down just to pull his cock out, already hard like it always is whenever he's around you.

“god, look at you.” rafe groans when you spread your legs, pussy blossoming open for him like it always does. “such a little slut. my slut, and now im yours too. you made sure of that, huh?”

you're not sure how to respond, but rafe barely gives you any time anyways as he pushes forward, plunging his cock inside of you in one smooth motion.

despite his size, he gives you not even a moment to adjust as he begins to fuck you without a care, snapping his hips forward, focused solely on his own pleasure.

you try to keep your body relaxed as you watch rafe above you. his eyes are on you but they're glossed over, like he's in another place.

you sit up rapidly, tapping your palm against his face. “hey.” you grunt. “you're not thinking of someone else right?”

“what, like my soon to be ex wife? so what if i am? you ruined that already.” 

you move quickly, pulling your body away only to grab rafe and bring him forward onto the bed. he's so surprised by your sudden show of stretch that when you flip him over onto his back he doesn't question it.

“it's only me. you're mine forever.” you sink your pussy down on rafes cock.

his moans betray him as his head tilts back, mouth wide as you ride him, moving your hips quickly and aggressively to spur him on, not caring that your pussy is already sore.

“mine.” you growl as your hands attack the buttons on his shirt until you're able to pull the two sides open and reveal his bare torso, muscled and covered with a faint dusting of hair.

“i know, shit.” rafe knew he was yours from the moment your lips met, cementing the end of his marriage and end of the good guy streak he had going for many years.

“and you're going to cum in me and actually get me pregnant.” you already stopped taking your birth control the day after you sent that video to rafes wife. “and you'll like this kid and raise it how you want and never leave them or me.”

“god, you're fucking crazy.” rafe says, hips rising up to meet yours.

“and that's why you'll be mine forever.”

[cocoadropp]

pls pls pls write one where a waiter keeps flirting with y/n and she ignores his advances and eren gets so proud that he takes her home and rewards her for being a good girl AHHHH!!

ughhhhh 😩😩

Eren decided to take you to a nice dinner on a Saturday evening, your hair freshly done, nails freshly done, eyelashes freshly did just during the morning and the afternoon just for this day, just for this date. You loved looking good with your man because he also looked good as well, he got fair compliments as well as you and maybe you even more so, i mean who wouldn’t like a woman like you with a body like that?

Your black dress sat nicely, pushing your boobs together with your gold chain on, ysl heels clicking against the marble like floor while you waited for your waitress to come. “I like the restaurant layout, it’s nice.” You hum, lips pouting with your chin in hand. Then you look at your man, hair down, face clear and lips pink spreading into a gentle smile. He also worn his gold chain, wanted to be like you, but his has your name.

Something about the way your necklace has no trance of Eren’s name but his do made butterflies form in his stomach, like you had him on a leash. Your eyes looks down at his black button up shirt, ironed and clean. You bit your glossed lips but was interrupted by your waiter. “Hello, i’m Nathan and i will be you guys waiter for today. May i start with your drinks…ma’am?” Eren side eyes the waiter like you guys weren’t here together so he should have suggested the drinks together.

He brushed it off as thinking it was some type of mannerism. “Mhm yes, i’d like a blueberry pomegranate lemonade. Whatd’ you want baby?” You smile and eren takes notice you also notice the mans attention towards you. “I’d like water, for now.” He hums, and the waiter stays there for a second, looking at you and then moves away. You go back simply looking through the menu humming along to the piano music in the back.

It wasn’t long before the man came back, with only one drink. And you would of known, it was only yours. “Hm, wheres the water?” You asked as you sat up, the man blushes and fidget on his toes. “Oh silly me, I must’ve forgotten, distracted by a beauty.” you frown and roll your eyes, “yes my boyfriend really is a beauty.” You laugh slightly and the man stands still giving eren a glance as he sits there smiling at the man. “O-oh im not gay i was t-talking about-,” you scoff and told him to go the water.

“It’s so hard being a sexy woman eren, im tired already.” You fake yawn. Eren bites his lip and nods a little. You almost thought eren was upset, thinking if you said anything that may have made the waiter think you were head over hills, but that was before you got home, before you even stepped foot through the door.

You were slammed against the wall behind the front door, wet lips kissing against your coco butter smelling neck. “O-oh gosh.” You breath, barely even understanding what just happened. “My pretty baby, so loyal and so fucking sexy.” He groans in your neck. Grabbing on your thick thighs and spreading them, your heels click against the floor when you almost stumble over. “H-ha t-thank you,” you moan when his hand goes and cups around your fat lips through your red laced panties.

“Had me hard in the restaurant baby, just f-for fuckin breathing.” He rubs two fingers on your swollen clit that throbbed, “wanna please you so good right now, for being such a good girl yea? you so pretty baby, tell me what you want. I swear to you i’ll do it.”

Thats what has you face down and ass in the air on the edge of the bed while Eren stands, fucking your sloppy pussy while both of your hands spread your ass cheeks, seeing your wetness all over his dick, he moves his dick out slowly only to thrust back in harshly, shoving every inch up in you just to hear you gasp and grip on your own ass. One of his hands move up your back and grip the back of your neck and his thrust turns faster, now hitting you all up in your spot that has your toes curling.

“R-right there daddy.” Your moans turn quiet, now only your mouth open and drool on your pillow. “Right there baby? It feels good right there?” He says it so sweetly and nice as he kept his pace up, spitting on your tight hole that never been touched and he circles his thumb right there, your pussy clenches around him and his moans, moving his hand from your neck just to smack your ass. He shoves the tip of his thumb in your hole and you moan loudly,

Moving back and forth on his thick dick, creaming on it, “D-daddy! m’cumming, pl-please ugh fuck.” Your crying now, you move one of your hands from your ass cheek to your clit and start rubbing furious circles on it, you felt your stomach feeling funny before the wetness begin to seek out of it through your finger tips. You sniffled and cried. “Yea mama, just like that. Such a good girl for me hm? Deserve the world pretty. mhm deserve it all.”

“I’m almost finished with you baby. 2 more.”

[knyontop]

Heyo! me again, I was hoping you could make the creepypastas reacting to a shy and usually quiet reader standing up for themselves against a bully or something?

also i hope you know i will usually be doing creepypasta request bc thats my current hyperfixation-

-🌸 anon

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This ask was sent a while ago so im happy to get it out😭 SO SORRY I TOOK FOREVER 🌸ANON

Creepypasta x reader.

ft: Jeff the killer, Ben drowned, Eyeless jack, Masky/Tim, and our amazing, beautiful, handsome, reader.

Tw: its CREEPYpastas, bullying, mentions of violence, toxic behavior, manipulation.

Jeff:

・when you first got there, gosh, Jeff was already planning on messing with you.

・he was thinking of all the cruel things he could do, until, someone had already beat him to it!

・Jeff was upset that someone had gotten his target before he could but he was surprised when you bit back.

・he didn’t expect that, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying it.

・Jeff encourages that side of you, he loves seeing you fight because its not what you would expect out of someone like you.

・he might even try manipulating you to do his bidding now that he knows your more useful.

・now when were Jeff we have to know he does not play nice. Like, at all.

・so when he makes a harsh comment towards you and respond with something snarky back he will make you regret it.

・this is Jeff the KILLER were talking about, he has more experience and strength he can easily overpower you. He does not use his words to defend himself, he uses his actions.

・you learned that the hard way.

・ether way, he finds you pretty entertaining and loves watching you get all worked up sense your so quiet all the time.

・”Y’know, I never expected something like that out of you.” He would say with a snicker, his permanent smile growing bigger as he grinned. “With your little shy girl act, you would never know you have all that spunk in ya’.”

Ben:

・just like Jeff, he prays on the shy and “timid” people.

・y’know, the ones who cant defend themselves? Those are his favorites.

・ether way he loves messing with people! No harm in that, Ben isn’t THAT mean~ ;)

・so when he sees you, hes ready to mess with you.

・he pushes your buttons, quite literally bullying you shaming everything you do, so you snap.

・Ben is surprised, more then that, flabbergasted!

・he thought you were just a… weakling.

・but you seem to have a backbone, but, that still doesn’t stop him from messing with you.

・the more he gets to know you the more nicer he gets, at first, its almost torture with his mind games that your almost tired of fighting back but he sees you as a some what friend now!

・so, lucky you I guess?

・have fun with you little friend! (Demon)

Jack:

・Jack is also quiet person, more of an observer.

・but he isn’t shy like you he speaks his mind whenever he wants to, he doesn’t care what others think. He doesn’t care about a lot of things.

・so when you come in, he will leave you alone but he knows others wont.

・your a human, quiet, shy, your easy bait.

・well..

・at least you seem like it.

・your actually more interesting then he thought, when he saw you standing up to Ben and ignoring his mind games he was quite impressed.

・he thinks your interesting but wont talk to you unless you talk to him.

・so he keeps his distance, as he does everyone but if you ever want to talk hes willing!

・just dont talk to him when hes eating, you might be next.

・just kidding! Just fr stay away for him when hes eating…

・(maybe im not kidding)

Masky/Tim:

・your quiet and shy nature pisses him off, you are not going to survive here being like that.

・he does not have any patience for people like you he just needs to get things done.

・Tim knows your going to be targeted by other creeps so he gives you a warning when you first come.

・its pretty harsh and you think hes threatening you but its tough love okay!

・when he saw Ben messing with you he sighed, ready to step in but you stood your ground.

・he was surprised, as much as everyone else was but he glad you didn’t not do anything about it.

・he was impressed and his view on you definitely changed he kinda respects you now.

・but dont pull that shit on him, hes to short fused for that.

・bro is a grown ah man and he still can’t control himself🙏🏻

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Didn’t know if you wanted romantic or platonic so take this however! :3 so sorry this took forever, im trying to get out rqs especially the old ones out as fast as i can! (Also sorry its short)