#739 taglist

[potatomountain]

*739 Seonghwa

*739 Masterlist

Synopsis: with sex work legal, it was as readily available as texting *739, filling out the form sent, and setting a time and place with an easy charge to your credit card. Even the more hefty kinks could be fulfilled with a professionalism that was respected, and could be addicting.

Word count: 7k

AN: so a little late as well as this wa supposed to be for a happy 5 years with Ateez <3 I just overestimated myself whoops. So to be fair- Wooyoung's will be delayed until I get back [so sometime in November] but Hongjoong's will be released around Halloween ^^

Also I barely edited so sorry if there are mistakes!

Warnings below the cut! Taglist at the bottom!

Smut warnings: food play, dom Seonghwa, use of toys in public, masturbation, multiple orgasms, oral [fem recieving], praise, 'Mommy' kink, breeding kink, food kink- body worship, aftercare, lil angst, unprotected sex, paid sex, sex worker. Sexual depictions and use of food!

This couldn’t be right- you’re ‘date’ for the night couldn’t be him.

He was fucking gorgeous.

Blonde hair that was practically white with half of it styled back to expose his forehead and gorgeous features. The black suit he wore with golden accents trimmed to his tall and slender body; his waist alone had you biting down on your lip just to remember the red lipstick you wore. Despite the deep red and black dress hugging your body, the most elegant cocktail dress you had, he made you feel underdressed.

You wanted to assume he was someone else’s date, but that was the table the host had motioned you towards, informing you that the other party had arrived. He hadn’t noticed you just yet, fiddling with a small black box and a rose that was on the table, which gave you plenty of time to drink him in. You weren’t alone in that endeavor, plenty of other people in the elegant restaurant were staring because even in the dim lights he was ethereal

It took several moments to remind yourself that this wasn’t a date- this was an arrangement you were paying for. The reminder surged you forward, stepping up to the semi secluded table on the far side of the restaurant- while it was still in sight of half the tables nearby, it was meant to give a sense of privacy and kept you out of earshot- that was why you had reserved this particular table.

He looked up when you approached, moving to stand up with a gentlemanly smile and your name on his lips like a question.

“Yes, that’s me. You must be Seonghwa then?” When he nodded your lips lifted in a smile but internally you were screaming.

You had no idea how you were going to handle the things you were paying him to do to you, not when his mere gaze had you hot all over. You were so fucked, flushing as he moved to pull your chair out for you and motioned for you to sit. Smoothing out your dress you did, thanking him under your breath as he pushed it forward.

A second later he was sitting across from you, a small smile on his lips as his eyes ran over you. After a moment of small talk, the waiter approached. Unsure just what to eat, considering what was going to happen after, you had glanced over at the model-worthy man across from you, both surprised and not when he ordered for you based on your preferences. Once the waiter was gone he turned to you, his smile a bit sheepish. “I hope you are alright with what I picked.”

You nodded, reaching for the glass of wine he offered. “Is that why you asked for my food preferences?”

“One of them. We discussed a lot over text earlier today after all, and I take pride in my job; I want to make sure you are taken care of properly during our time together, and that means eating food you’ll enjoy that still can be used for the purposes we intended. Speaking of- I’d like to know what items you bought from the list I sent you.”

You thought back to the conversation you had over text this morning, mentally going over each message until you could visualize the list. “I’ve never done this before so I just bought the basics I guess? Whipped cream, chocolate syrup, meltable chocolate that’s… safe, and a few things of fruit: mostly strawberries. I, uh, also bought some of the gelatin you recommended.”

He nodded, seeming pleased with your answer. “That’s more than enough, I might not use it all.”

Heat flooded your cheeks as you thought about just how he would be using those items, wondering where as well. It had you shifting in your chair and rubbing your thighs together. “I did everything else you asked as well. My home is clean, the fruits are clean, I showered, shaved, and pampered my skin. I’m-” You broke off, nibbling on your bottom lip and gripped your skirt, unable to finish the thought out loud. But from the way his gaze darkened he knew what you were going to say, what you were about to point out, heat pooling in your core.

“You follow directions well then, and the dress looks beautiful- I can hardly tell you’re lacking undergarments.” His smile turned coy, now holding out the small box to you. “Let’s change that. Finish your glass of wine and then go open this in the bathroom. You’ll know what to do.”

Swallowing hard, you took the box from him with a nod, struggling to find words, his straightforwardness throwing you off. “Y-yes.” Forgetting the first part of his order you stood up and hurried off to the restroom, even more self conscious of your lack of underwear now. When you glanced back at him, the cocky look on his features sent another wave of heat through you and you wondered if you would make it through dinner without soaking your dress in your own arousal.

How fucking hot would it be if you did?

Once in the bathroom you locked the door, opening the box after a few deep breaths but it just knocked the wind out of your lungs all over. A small pair of black underwear lay neatly folding in the box with a small handwritten note that said: Wear me. Feeling the fabric in between your fingers a groan escaped you- they were vibrating underwear.

“Fucking hell how am I going to make it through dinner?” Muttering to yourself you still followed directions, cleaning up the bit of slick between your legs before putting on the panties, noting the absence of the remote. He probably had it, and you wondered when he was going to use it.

Attempting to shake the thought off you washed your hands, taking your lipstick out of your small handbag and reapplying where you believed it had messed up. It was matte, unlikely to come off easily, but it had you paranoid still. It certainly helped for a moment, taking your mind off the fact that with every step you could feel the part of the underwear that rubbed against your clit, knowing it was going to vibrate at some point; the anticipation alone had your heart rate picking up.

Exiting the bathroom you debated on taking more time, but as soon as you saw him sitting at the table the thought was banished. His grin widened as he curled his fingers as if to say come here. You were about halfway to the table when it started, the briefest second sending a jolt up your body, tensing up your muscles and your eyes going wide. You thanked the heavens you didn’t make a sound, but you were frozen in place as you waited, expecting the vibration to start again.

It didn’t need to, not with the dark look Seonghwa was watching you with as you approached the table and took your seat. “You really do follow directions so well, such a good girl.”

The praise hit you hard, knowing that these panties, and your dress, would certainly be ruined before dinner was over. “Is this normal for you? Toying with your clients in public?”

He shrugged, sitting so elegantly in his seat and bringing the wine to his lips. “My usual sessions are a bit more vanilla than this, so I have to admit my excitement got ahead of me. It is part of what you asked for though, what we discussed. What was it you said exactly? Oh right-” His grin turned sensual, lighting your nerves on fire, “- you want to be wined and dined and teased before you’re eaten like a meal yourself. Isn’t that right?”

When he said it you couldn't help but get flustered, your fantasy seeming much more sinful. There were aspects to it that most certainly were, but none as sinful as this man.

Attempting to leash in your thoughts you cleared your throat, nodding and ignoring your heated cheeks. "Y-yes, that's the gist of it." You knew it was much more than that, parts of your fantasy, of what you went over, that went deeper than food.

"Then be a good girl for Mommy and I'll treat you right, Sugar."

You weren't sure what was the cause of the soft noise you let out; what he said, how he said it, the title and pet name, or the sudden harsh vibrations against your clit- but you had been so startled you couldn't fight it back.

He seemed pleased with himself, the vibrations stopping as he motioned for the wine you still hadn't finished. After what he just said, how could you refuse?

Only as you brought the wine to your lips, the vibrations shot through you, this time not stopping until the glass was empty. Panting and setting the glass down with shaking hands only to be met with praise for him.

That was the start of a vicious cycle throughout dinner. He would give an order subtly, whether by motioning to your wine, water, or food once that arrived. While you carried out the order, he would turn the panties on, stopping the moment you did- whether it was because you were finished or were getting too lost in the pleasure to continue the task- following up with praise.

Teasing you, edging you, and he was enjoying every second of it. Whenever the waiter or staff came to the table he would hit the remote and turn it up, bringing a finger to his lips to tell you to be quiet. It was no easy feat, especially when they had dropped the food off and taken their time leaving; you had almost come, only for him to tell you that you weren't allowed to do so in the restaurant.

A sinful Angel was a perfect way to describe him; his beauty overall ethereal, both masculine and feminine and only matched by the teasing nature and subtle tones of domination he let out through playful smirks, smoldering gazes, and subtle commands.

For a moment, you were sure you didn't pay nearly enough for this- for him. He was all yours for tonight, for this fantasy, which was priceless to you. You certainly weren't going to complain though, and he wasn't giving you a moment to do so, leaving you too wrapped up in his fingers without even touching you.

The entire dinner he hadn't touched you once, the only sign of his enjoyment was the heat in his eyes and the occasional lip bite you would catch out of the corner of your eye when he didn't think you were paying attention.

How could you focus on anything but him? Other than what he was doing to you?

The underwear was soaked by the time you were done clearing your plate, hoping there would be no dessert, in desperate need to leave the restaurant just so you could cum- just so he would touch you. But despite the look of disappointment on your features, dessert was ordered.

An ice cream and cake dish- lava cake with a scoop of vanilla bean on top with chocolate shavings and drizzle. The table was cleared and it was brought out, but Seonghwa was no longer sitting across from you.

He had allowed you to go to the restroom, only for you to return with both of your seats side by side facing the rest of the restaurant. A bit apprehensive you sat down when he pulled the chair out for you, eyes on the dessert as he pushed you forward. Unlike before he didn't pull away, instead leaning in until you could feel his breath on your neck. The softest touch of his lips shook you to your core even more than the vibration of the panties as he clicked them on.

"You're shaking, Sugar, does it feel that good?"

This close you could tell his voice was laced with arousal, the realization dashing away the words on your tongue so you nodded instead.

His lips moved up to your ear, kissing the shell. "Fuck I can't wait to get a taste of you, can't stop thinking about how sweet you're going to taste. You make the most delicious expressions already, I've almost broken the rules a few times- now included."

His confession threw you through a loop, the ground feeling as shaky as your underwear. He had been so calm and collected through dinner you would have never guessed he wanted you so much.

The realization that he did warmed your body in entirely different ways than before but you chalked his desire up to the fantasy, to the scenario, not specifically you. If you let yourself get that delusional you weren't sure your heart could make it out of this in one piece.

Odd thought that, developing a school girl crush on the sex worker you were paying to fulfill your deepest sexual and intimate desires- and over the course of one dinner.

So lost in your own thoughts you hadn't realized he was sitting down next to you now, not until his knee bumped into yours, drawing your attention. "Come on, Sugar, don't space out yet. Focus on me."

Still in a bit of a lustfilled- among other things- date you turned to him slowly, eyes on the dessert that sat in front of you both. Ice cream… you wondered how that would feel on your body.

The slight jerk of your chin didn't let you wonder at eye, your eyes meeting warm brown depths under furrowed brows. "Focus on me." He repeated in a more commanding tone.

"O-okay, I'm focused."

"Focused on?"

Confused by his prompt, and distraction by his thumb nudging your bottom lip, it took a moment for the light bulb to light up, your cheeks burning at the realization.

Batting your eyelashes you tried to act a little cute, looking up at him while tilting your chin down in submission. "F-focused on you, Mommy."

The sly smile that spread across his gorgeous lips had your breath lodging in your throat, not that your shamelessness hadn't already affected your breathing already. "That's my good girl. Now, part those pretty red lips for me and say ah."

Without questioning it you did, gaze unwavering from his as he brought a bite of the ice cream to your mouth, taking it slow. This was the foreplay, just as the rest of dinner had been, yet this felt far more intimate.

With each bite you opened your mouth and shut it when he said, swallowing when he said, not once taking your eyes off him despite how much his constant praises were flustering you. You forgot entirely where you were, hands on your lap just itching to reach out and touch him, to beg to be touched. You were practically number to everything but him and what he wanted you to do.

Halfway through the dessert he dropped his hand from your jaw and started up the vibratory again. You gasped around the bite in your mouth, your throbbing clit already so sensitive you didn't think you could take much more.

It seemed like he knew that, biting down on his lip he glanced down at your lap with the softest groan you would have missed it if you weren't so attuned to him. But neither of you acknowledged it just yet as he fed you yet another bite. And then another.

When he tried to give you the last bite you shook your head, whining and squirming in your seat glad the table kept your lower half out of view from the other people in the restaurant. "Mommy- I can't- please I'm gonna come- '' Breathless you pleaded, for either sweet release or for it to stop but you just couldn't keep your orgasm at bay any longer.

"I know baby, take this last bite and hold my hand, squeeze it while you make a mess of those panties." He held the bite out to your lips again and you eagerly took it. He set the spoon aside and held his hand out on your thigh palm up, not at all surprised with the tight grip you latched onto him with.

You couldn't even register the taste or texture of the cake, just grateful for it's presence to muffle the moan that reverberated up your throat when your climax hit. We were still gushing into the fabric when Seonghwa turned it off, leaning in and running his tongue along the corner of your lips.

Still shaking from aftershocks of your orgasm you could only stare as he pulled away just enough for you to see how long his tongue was as he licked his own lips, staring you down. "I bet you're a pretty fucking mess down there, Sugar. Can't wait to lick you clean."

Heated energy sizzles between the two of you two for a moment before, as if a trance was broken, Seonghwa was standing with your hand still in his. "I already paid and you did take an uber here correct?"

You nodded, holding onto his hand like a lifeline, legs still shaking. You didn't think anyone would be able to see the mess you made of the dress, but if you didn't get your fucked out expression off, people would certainly question. Clearing your throat, taking a deep breath, you forced a shaky smile. "Yes, and I messaged you my address earlier?"

"Already saved in the GPS. It's a short drive but there is enough time for a little more foreplay."

Brimming with anticipation, you managed to school your expression as the two of you left. You were surprised by the nice black sedan he led you to, the cozy leather seat he helped you into, but really you shouldnt be that surprised considering how much you paid him. The term 'sugar daddy' came to mind at first, quickly replaced by 'sugar momma'. Once more you fought the ever growing crush, warning yourself nothing good would come of this.

He certainly didn't help, not when his idea of foreplay was telling you just how to fuck yourself to make the biggest mess you could on his leather seats. He had you face him, legs spread but keeping the panties on. He controlled the vibrations but he had you steadily pushing two fingers into your sobbing cunt, pushing yourself to the edge but not once did he let you come, just make a mess.

He had barely touched you, hadn't even kissed you, and he's driven you to such a messy fucked out state that it was almost surreal. He's pulled out a side of you past lovers couldn't manage, which just had you melting I'm his figurative hands more.

"M-mommy, please- wanna cum." You whined out again, hips gyrating against the underwear and your fingers, watching him shamelessly. When you heard the click of the remote you let out a cry of desperation, fingers stopping knuckle deep in your pulsating cunt as he had instructed your fingers to stop anytime the underwear did.

"Soon, Sugar." He hissed through clenched teeth, both hands gripping the wheel, knuckles white, you were surprised he hadn't snapped the remote in half. "This is it yes?" He pulled up to your modest home in a somewhat upscale neighborhood.

You nodded, sitting up a bit straighter as you stared at your house, the usual sense of dread.of coming home to an empty home was replaced with anticipation for what would happen once the two of you walked inside. "This is it."

While he pulled into the driveway you moved your fingers a few times unable to help yourself, but the soft squelching sounds gave you away rather fast, your disobedience stopping with your name as a warning.

You attempted a sheepish smile when he turned the car off, only to be thrown off as your hand was ripped from your cunt and fingers brought to his lips. With bugging eyes you watched him suck and lick your juices off your appendages, your pussy clenching around nothing at the sight and even more juices gushing out of you.

The near primal groan that left him as his eyes rolled back just turned you on even more. "Holy fuck you taste so sweet, Sugar. Mommy's favorite fucking treat." It was the first time he fully lost his cool, showing off the ways he could use his long tongue and driving you crazy. There was enough heat in his gaze you felt like you were going to melt.

He dropped your hand when it was clean, leaning over the armrest as if he was about to clean up the mess between your legs- he stopped close enough you could feel his breath on your clothed, soaked core, leaving you frozen with anticipation.

"Not here- not yet." He muttered more to himself as he straightened up and cleared his throat. He got out of the car while you were still trying to process what was happening, somehow managing to sit right in your seat before your door was flung open. "Come on Sugar, let's head inside before I completely derail the night."

He stepped aside and helped you out, shutting the door a bit roughly behind you once you had your bag. With his hand on the small of your back he led you up to your door, keeping a respectable distance despite what had happened moments ago.

You were eager to get inside, fumbling with your keys until you were pushing the door open and kicking off your heels as you stumbled into the entrance. You heard the door shut behind you as you made your way through your house, turning on lights and heading for the kitchen.

Seonghwa was right behind you, the soft pad of his feet giving him away. You made it to the island counter before you were swung around by your wrist, lips crashing down on yours. He was gentle but also desperate, like he was devouring you with each stroke of his lips. His tongue prodded for entrance and you happily gave it, moaning as he explored your mouth.

His hands busied themselves with pulling you out of the dress and letting it fall to the floor. Pushing your panties down to your knees he picked you up and set you down on the counter. "Where are the-"

"In the fridge, front and center." You answered immediately, kicking the underwear off completely and leaving yourselves bare to him. "H-how does this work exactly?"

Seonghwa, on his way to your fridge, glanced over his shoulder with a raised brow. "It's really simple: I cover all the parts of you I want to devour with sweet treats to make you sweeter and then… then I devour you." He turned back to the fridge and found the items immediately, smiling at the small bowl of cut strawberries next to everything else you mentioned. He pulled out the whipped cream and strawberries, searching for the melted chocolate.

Trying your best not to gush at his words, in more ways than one, you watched him place the edible items on the island. "The melted chocolate is in that bowl there." You motioned to a covered tupperware, as the instructions had said to leave it at room temp.

Chuckling he brought that over as well, taking a moment to drink you in with his gaze. "Lay back and spread your legs."

Obliging immediately, you kept yourself propped on your elbows just so you could watch him. First he pulled his jacket off, setting it on the counter before undoing his shirt. He folded first the jacket and then the shirt, taking his time while keeping his eyes on you- more so your pussy on display.

His pants went last, also folded up and set neatly aside leaving him in just the name brand boxer briefs that suited him well and did nothing to hide the bulge, or wet spot from his precum. He adjusted himself before stepping over, looking at his options. "The first part of a good meal would be presentation. So excuse me a moment Sugar, while I dress you up." He hummed out, hands running up your body from your knees, over your sides, up to your breasts where he gave a gentle squeeze, no doubt debating on just how he would do that.

You just let him have his way, eyes fixated on his every movement as he started with the whipped cream. Along the curve of your neck and the dips in your clavicle, around each nippled, a trail down your stomach and over your inner thighs which were still sticky with your own slick- he decorated you nicely with the cream alone.

Pleased, he tapped your jaw in a silent command to open, spilling some of the whipped cream into your mouth in a small mound. "Hold that there."

Next was the strawberries which he strategically placed. One on top of the mound in your mouth and several framing your cunt like a crown, with three in between your breasts like a trail. The melted chocolate however he kept aside, instead hovering above you as his eyes followed the path he had laid out with food. "You know… I actually love strawberries." He stated, lips diving down to pick up one from between your breasts with his teeth.

He brought his tongue to your breast next, puckering the peak with his teeth in between skillful licks of the cream. The sight of him was enough to full your stomach with liquid arousal, but with how messy it felt and good? You wondered if he was going to make you come without even touching your cunt.

After what he's shown you so far- you had full faith that he could.

He took his time devouring you, switching between eating one of the strawberries or licking up a section of the cream, keeping his focus on your torso. When he ran his tongue up the length of your neck, picking up the trail of cream there, you moaned, muffled by the cream still waiting to be taken from your mouth.

He wasted no time, shoving his tongue between your lips and scooping the small treat out in one fell swoop before kissing you deep and messy, huskily whispering your name against your lips.

When you had decided to pay for this fantasy, this was not how you pictured things going: it was better.

They way he used his lips and tongue to scoop up the cream and fruit on your body had the desired effect on you, while his supposed need with each touch just intensified it. It was sexual but intimate in a way that was almost loving.

Worshiping you.

You were in a daze when he pulled his lips away, your chin and lips as a mess of drool and spit and cream. Yet he stared down at you as if you looked even more beautiful this way, his tongue dipping out to lick his own lips. You couldn't wait to have his tongue elsewhere.

So you begged, reaching up and cupping his cheek, panting. "I want to feel your mouth on my pussy Mommy- please? I've been good right?"

He groaned, peppering your lips with quick kisses as he pushed your legs open. "Since my Sugar asked so nicely-" He moved down your body, turning his head to kiss the inside of your knees, humming deep in his throat as he licked and nipped his way up your inner thighs, taking in the cream that had settled on your flesh. He was messy with it, and you were beginning to think he liked it messy.

You would gladly be a mess for him, any day, any time, any where.

You loved what he was doing to you, especially when he found out you liked him biting you. He marked up your thighs until no cream was left, leaving just one last dessert.

His face was so close, breath fanning over your soaked lips, leaving your clit throbbing, but he took his time to admire the view. "Such a pretty sweet treat, Sugar. Mommy's going to enjoy this meal."

He dove in without hesitation, taking a swipe of cream before lapping up your slick around your lips. He moaned at the taste of you,n fingers digging into your flesh as he ate you out like you truly were the best meal of his life.

Boy did he know how to use his tongue and lips, driving you crazy. He alternated between sucking on your clit and shoving his tongue between your lips while his nose rubbed just right.

He didn't speak, too engrossed in fucking you with his tongue to do so, but he made plenty of sounds that showed his enjoyment. The moan he let out when you came on his tongue was positively sinful but he didn't stop.

He didn't stop until you were coming again and harder- soaking his face and chin. He didn't stop until you had cried so much you were incoherent. Only then did he start kissing his way up your trembling body. "That's it Sugar, making such a pretty mess for Mommy. Going to ruin you on my cock before I have one last fucking taste of you." He stopped to suck each of your nipples into a hard peak, biting on the areola.

"Mommy-" you gasped out as he pulled you roughly to the edge. Capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. "Please-!"

"Fuck Sugar, keep begging for me." He pushed his underwear down, his cock flopping against your cunt with a soft slap that had you whimpering. "My cock is just as hungry for this delicious pussy as I am- and I'm not stopping until it's had its fill."

"Oh fuck yes please Mommy. Want your cock so bad." You could feel his shaft rubbing between your pussy lips, soaking himself with your cum, your eagerness growing each time his cockhead hit your clit.

He seemed just as eager, biting down on his lip while he reached for the forgotten melted chocolate. Barely registering it in your lust filled daze, you were caught by surprise as he drizzled the chocolate over you: your chest, tits, and stomach then back up your throat to your lips. You help your tongue out for it, letting the little bit left drip down into your mouth despite still feeling full from dinner.

Purposely letting some slip out of your mouth you were rewarded by Seonghwa's guttural groan. "God damn- I don't even have to tell you. So fucking eager to be a mess for Mommy." Setting the bowl down, his eyes didn't move from your face as he pushed himself inside slowly.

With a strawberry he reached up and swiped your mixture of drool and chocolate off your lips then fed it to you. The second strawberry he fed you with his own lips, locking them in a kiss as his cock bottomed out inside. This kiss was slow and easy, savoring every taste and swipe of your lips without the desperation to devour you like before. He gave you both time to adjust, body flush against yours from hips to lips.

The sight of chocolate smeared on his chest when he stood up was almost as delicious as the first thrust of his cock. He was big, not monstrous, but you could feel him poking at your stomach. Pussy and stomach full, you bad to admit your heart felt full as well.

"Gorgeous. So damned gorgeous like this. You like it when Mommy takes care of you? Feeds you and pampers you? Then eat you?"

"Yes yes yes-"

"I do too Sugar. You take very good care of Mommy like this- the best fucking thing I've tasted. You like my cock too?" He accentuated the question with a harsh thrust, his hands moving over your body to rub the chocolate in.

You couldn't deny he was as into this as much as you were- that he loved this as much as you did- not with the way he looked at you or the raw emotion in his words. "L-love Mommy's cock. So good!"

Your arms hadn't been able to hold you up for some time now but with each thrust you had to grip the edge of the counter above you to hold on. It took everything in you to keep watching him; the twists of his expressions, the heat from his gaze making you feel as if this chocolate was freshly melted and hot against your skin- you wanted to see it all.

"And Mommy loves your sweet cunt. On my tongue, on my cock, on any part of me I want it."

There were only a few strawberries left but he used them to swipe up chocolate off of your neck and touch them to your lips, groaning each time you obediently ate the sweet treat. When he ran out of those, he used his tongue to clean off as much of it as he could, biting down on softer flesh as his thrusts became harsher and more erratic.

It was the way he sucked on your throat while his cock brushed against your sweet spot that had you creaming on his cock and crying out. His hips stuttered before he went harsher, purposely hitting the same spot with encouraging mutters to come undone again.

Scooping up some of the chocolate on two fingers he pushed them between your lips, holding them there and pressing your tongue down while he captured your gaze with his. Your head was buzzing still with orgasmic bliss, but you swore the way he looked at you was the exact way you always wanted someone to look at you for this.

Either he was a really good actor, or he found the mess you were so endearing you wouldn't be surprised if there were hearts in his eyes. You probably had some in yours, staring up at him as his praises stumbled into one another under your muffled moans. "That's it. Such a pretty fucking mess. The sweetest Sugar- so addicting- holy fuck I'm going to fill you up, make you an even sweeter cream pie. Fill you up with babies and breed you like a bakery oven. Fatten you up and devour you over and over- Fucking hell I'll be your God damn Mommy then, Sugar."

Breeding kink wasn't on your list but God damn when he said things like that to you- your head went blank and filled with so much cotton you saw white as he brought you to another core shattering climax that had you shaking and drooling.

He was too, burying his cock deep and filling you up as he promised, drool slipping down his chin and tongue out.

Time flowed both quickly and too slow then, the ringing in your ears left you feeling detached from your mind while your numb limbs left you feeling detached from your body. You barely registered when he pulled out of you, staring blankly up at his features when he sat you up in his arms and peppered your face with sweet, adoring kisses.

"You did so well."

Your only reply was a satisfied sound, head falling forward to rest on his shoulder as he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You were aware he was still inside you as he walked, only realizing where the moment you were sat down on your bathroom counter. "M-mommy?"

"Shhh, baby, I'm right here." Cupping your head he brought his face close for you to focus. "We're going to take a shower now alright? Mommy will wash you up and get you ready for bed. Do you think you can stand?"

You nodded, blushing at the obvious concern on his pretty face. "Yeah- I can."

He still helped you into the shower, standing in the way of the water as it warmed up before he guided you under the warm stream and was true to his word: he washed you up. Even got on his knee and had you lift your legs so he could wash every inch, including between your toes.

He was so focused and careful with your sensitive bits you felt your heart squeeze. "I'm sorry to ask but- what are your sexual preferences and kinks? Can you tell me that?"

He looked up at you, hand stilling on your thigh where he had been admiring a bite mark. "We usually don't discuss-"

"I want to know. I-I need to know." You interrupted him, suddenly filled with a desperation you believed was from nowhere. "Your honest answer… please."

Slowly he stood, brows pushed together as he eyed you critically. "Sugar…" With a sigh of resignation he tucked your hair behind your ears, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Go use the restroom and head to your room- I'm going to wash up and then I'll join you." Clearly about to protest, he rushed on- "I'll answer your questions then, but first I know you probably need to use the toilet so go first."

He wasn't wrong, but you reluctantly left the shower, letting him wrap you on a towel before you left him.

Only a few moments later, once you did as he said, did he join you in your room, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist and a smile that almost felt too bright. "You really listen so well."

You just nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed in the towel, eyes locked on his frame as he stepped closer. "Will you tell me now?"

"Of course." He busied himself immediately with drying your hair with the extra towel he brought, standing just before you. "My personal preferences were in play a lot tonight. I enjoy taking care of my partner, in all the ways I've taken care of you tonight and more. Food play isn't something that I'd want to do all the time, but I enjoyed it far more than I have before."

He dropped the towel around your shoulders, tilting your head back to look at him. "You wanted to make sure I really wanted you, right? That I enjoyed every bit of this, just as much as you did? Am I right?"

There had been a few times you had been positively sure he had, but he was right: you needed confirmation. "That's right."

"Hmmm-" He softened, bringing you to your feet so he could dry off the rest of your body. "First answer me something- why was this so important to you? This fantasy?"

Now that was a loaded question, one that would take far too long to answer and reveal far too many personal things that he didn't need to know.

Even if a part of you wanted him to know everything.

"Let's just talk it up to Mommy issues and a bad streak with relationships left me desperate to feel loved… is that good enough of an answer?"

He nodded, his frown deepening. "Yes. And to answer yours… I did. I wanted you every second tonight and enjoyed it all. It almost feels like a crime that you paid for this."

You weren't sure how to respond to that, not when your heart felt like it had started a marathon, so you just watched him meticulously dry off every inch of you.

You didn't know how to tell him that those words took care of a part of you that felt impossible to reach. You weren't sure you wanted to tell him. What would he think of you? As you two had been strangers before tonight.

So you kept quiet, watching as he scoured your room for pajamas before bringing over a cute pair back to you. The smile was back on his face as he dressed you, no commands needed as you just did what he wanted without a thought. It was easy following his lead, you didn't even need to hear the commands.

"Such a good girl for me, Sugar, but now it's time for bed." He picked you up with ease, carrying you around and laying you down before you could protest. "Do you want some water or something? Do you need anything for indigestion or pain?" He looked you over before pulling the blanket tight over you, but his jaw dropped when he looked at your face again. "Sugar? Why do you look so hurt?"

"Stay." You blurted out, fighting off tears as you reached out to grab his wrists. "Just for tonight, you don't have to be here in the morning… just please Seonghwa- I don't want to be alone after this."

He melted under your pleas, bringing your hand to his lips. "Of course Sugar, I'll take care of you any way you need tonight."

Despite knowing it was just for tonight, just as he said, relief flooded you. Your hand went lax in his grip as you relaxed into the pillows, nodded.

He didn't join you right away, instead leaving to fetch his clothes first. When he came back his underwear was back on but he set his folded suit on your corner chair, then thankfully slid into bed opposite you.

Hesitant at first, you watched him, only to squirm into his arms when he motioned you into them. He held you close, pressing kisses to your forehead and temple until you were putty in his arms.

Sleep didn't elude you for long, what a godsend a warm embrace could do for the tired soul.

"If I'm lucky enough to have you again, I hope I can prove to you how lovable you are, Sugar. In fact I might be a little desperate to do so."

You almost mistook his words for a dream in your half-asleep state, but the soft way he whispered your name against your brow and his warm hold were proof it wasn't.

You truly felt loved as sleep pulled you under.

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All About Us— Aemond Targaryen

A fluffy little fic about Aemond x f!Targaryen!Reader from their dance lessons until their first dance as adults 

italicized in the beginning due to it being more so a flashback to young Aemond and reader.

ñuha jorrāelagon - my love

ñuha dārilaros - my prince/princess

taglist:  @lyannastarkweather   @m00n5t0n3  @allamericanuniverse​ 

word count; 739

` Take my hand I’ll teach you to dance `

Aemond stood in front of you his pulse racing but his eyes were downcast as he outstretched his hand, waiting impatiently for you to take it, “Y/N, you’re supposed to take my hand. How else are you going to learn how to dance?” 

Your eyes twinkled in the lighting as you smiled brightly, “I expect you’ll just have to teach me.” You retorted, taking his hand in the same measure as he smoothly pulled you towards him, you giggled in absolute delight as he spun you.

` I’ll spin you around, won’t let you fall down `

You lost your footing slightly as you twirled, and he caught you around the waist, smirking at you as he dipped you low, a move he had learned from watching Aegon, before pulling you back to your feet in a fluid movement, the awe in your face boosting his ego, “You’re not supposed to fall down when you’re dancing, Y/N.” He laughed at you, two children in their own amusement.

You fumbled the next dance move, stepping on Aemond’s toes as you went the wrong way, and Aemond shook his head, laughing again, his eyes filled with mirth.

“Follow my lead, it’s okay if you step on my feet a bit.” 

` Would you let me lead, you can step on my feet `

                                                          —

` The room’s hush, hush and now’s our moment `

Your eye’s met Aemond’s as he extended his hand to you, an endearing smirk on his face, “Shall we show them how it’s done, my love?” He asked, and you smiled, laughing as you accepted his hand, “I suppose it must fall to somebody.”

He led you to the floor and the room went silent, all eyes on the pair of you, but the two of you only held sight of each other, Aemond pulled you towards him and you spun in until your back was pressed closely against his muscled chest, a move you had perfect as children.

` cause lovers dance when they’re feeling in love `

Aemond spun you out again, his eye trailing over your face and the blissful smile as you danced and twirled, his hands met your waist as he lifted you, pivoting gracefully before he lowered you to the ground again in a sweeping motion,

He twirled you about, and you thought of how lucky you were to have him as a dancing partner, not noticing how your mothers, though they shared their differences both loved their children dearly they were the same when it came to their children’s happiness being paramount to all, smiled beautifully at the two of you, both knowing what was to come.

Aemond spun you out and then released your hand and smiled as you followed the steps to the dance perfectly, he looked at his mother nervously, searching for any encouragement to bolster his nerves, and she nodded warmly as Helaena quickly and quietly carried something to him, you fluttered your arms down to your sides elegantly, still facing away from Aemond when you heard the gasps from the noble ladies, and you blinked in bewilderment, surely there was nothing scandalous about your dance, and then you felt Aemond’s hand tap your hip. You turned instantly, and tears welled in your eyes.

` And every heart in the room will melt `

Aemond was on one knee, with a beautiful ring in his grasp, you stared at him silently, taking in his heartstopping smile, his silver hair swept back into a half-ponytail, and the glimmer in his blue eye, a shallow breath pulled from your lips as he spoke, 

“I’d love to dance with you at our wedding,  ñuha jorrāelagon. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Aemond proposed, his voice was steady but you saw the slight anxious tremor in his hand as he awaited your response.

“I can’t think of anything I would love more,  ñuha dārilaros,” You answered affectionately, using your right hand to wipe away the sentimental tears that threatened to fall as you smiled so brightly you felt as if your face might tear as you watched Aemond slip the shining ring onto your finger, before he stood and embraced you, his hands on your waist as he dipped you, pressing a kiss to your lips in front of the entire room.

` It’s all about us `

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[loversj0y]

everything has changed?

everything has changed

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pairing: wilbur soot x gn! reader

tws: none!

notes: this one is a bit shorter but its such a sweet song. the mv + the follow up with the joker and the queen <33333333333

word count: 739

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When you woke up that morning, you felt warm. There was something in your brain that told you things were going to be different. You had just finished dealing with a messy breakup a few months ago, and for the longest time, you were wary about getting with someone new. Until yesterday. 

You had shown up for your first day of lectures. A new year in Uni felt like such a fresh start that you were looking forward to it. When you walked up to the door, a guy behind you quickly reached over and held it open for you.

You walked in, turning to smile and thank him. He was beautiful. Tall, with brown curls and brown eyes hidden behind thin frames of round glasses. You were a bit startled, but you thanked him nonetheless, and he followed you into the lecture hall. Which was empty, but you were early, so you weren’t too concerned.

The guy spoke up, “Oh, it’s no problem,” he smiled. “I’m Wilbur, what’s your name?”

You smiled back at him, “I’m Y/N.”

“Hello, Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too.” You grinned, and you felt this overwhelming urge to get to know him better. All you knew about him was his name, but for some reason, you felt like there was something different about him.

You and him continued to speak, both getting startled by the email from your professor saying class had been cancelled. You walked back to your cars together, and you had exchanged numbers and made plans to grab coffee the next day.

Which was today. You spent a lot of time getting ready, feeling the strange sense of butterflies in your stomach as you thought of meeting him there. You had barely even been able to sleep, too excited. Every time you closed your eyes, too, you could see his eyes and his smile in your head, making you excited all over again.

You walked to the coffee shop early, but you weren’t the first one there. Wilbur was waiting by the front door, opening the door for you once again to usher you in.

You both ordered, before sitting at a small table in the back to talk.

You talked for hours, learning any detail about each other that you could. You learned a lot about him, his favorite type of music, the fact that he plays guitar, that he couldn’t taste very well. All sorts of small things you’d kindly placed in a mental box labeled ‘Wilbur’. At some point in sitting there, it started pouring, and you learned that he quite liked the rain, just like you, because of how cozy it made everything seem.

But the rain didn’t stop. You stood at the front doors of the cafe, trying to figure out if the rain would lighten up enough to go home. Eventually, Wilbur came up with a plan.

“I drove here, actually. Think we can make the sprint across the parking lot?”

You nodded, smiling up at him, “Oh, easily.” He took your hand, “Let’s do it.” He pulled you outside, and the two of your ran happily in the rain to get to his car. All you knew as you two ran in the rain was that something here was different. Something about Wilbur changed everything you thought about wanting to have these walls up, keeping you from being with anyone. Something about Wilbur filled you with a warm feeling, and in some ways, it felt like you’d always known him. It felt like you’d missed him your whole life, even if you had never met him before yesterday.

When you sat in his car, he drove you home, and the conversation flowed easily. He parked in front of your apartment, looking over at you.

“I was wondering if you’d want to go on a proper date, tomorrow night. Maybe a picnic?”

You grinned, “Yeah. That sounds amazing, I’d love to.”

He grinned back at you, “Perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow then, around eight?”

You nodded, opening the door to get out of his car. “See you tomorrow.”

When you woke up the next day, you felt that same warmth but so much stronger. You knew it wasn’t all in your head. Something about him was absolutely different, and maybe it was just the way that his eyes felt like home, but it was real and that’s all that mattered. 

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[did-i-do-this-write]

Mission Log

Team: Shaun (lead), Matt

Objective: Recruitment

Result: Aborted

Word Count: 739

Report: Shaun and Matt staked out the identified location.  Target a no show.  Team will regroup and try the secondary location.

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Read the full scene under the cut!

Shaun’s hands trembled and his leg bounced underneath the table.  He always felt anxious when he took point on missions.  They had been waiting for their target to arrive for an hour with nothing.  His coffee was sitting, half drank and cold.

At least I have good company, Shaun thought, seeing Matt sitting across the table from him.

Matt took the straw out of his water glass and carefully slid it in front of Shaun.

“Go ahead,” Matt nodded, “do it.”

Shaun shook his head, “There’s no point.”

“I wanna see.  Please.”

Shaun sighed, but it didn’t erase the smile on his face.  He had a hard time saying ‘no’ when Matt said ‘please.’

Shaun lifted his hand, his movements subtle and steady.  The water from the glass floated out of its container, flowing and snaking through the air, following the slow, careful movements of his fingers.  He swirled his finger in the air, the water spiraling down until it trickled back into the glass, letting it come to rest in its natural form.

Matt laughed.

A waitress appeared to top off Shaun’s coffee for the third time.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said hesitantly, “would you mind not doing that here?  It’s making some of the patrons uncomfortable.”

Matt didn’t hide his disdain for the request.  He looked around and found a group that was clearly staring at them, talking in hushed voices as they watched their waitress deliver their message.

Shaun conceded, “Yeah, sure.  My bad.”

The waitress offered a pained smile in condolences as she walked away.

“Fuck them,” Matt spat, “you can practice wherever you want.”

“It’s not worth making a scene.”

“Oh yeah?” Matt smirked, “Watch this.”

With a flick of his wrist, Matt knocked over a glass on the other side of the diner- a small but powerful gust of wind sending water spilling all over the “uncomfortable patrons.”

“Matt!”  Shaun tried to chastise him, but he was laughing with him.

He knew they deserved it.

“What?” Matt teased.  “They’ll never even know.  They’re too busy being stuck up their own asses.”

Shaun snickered.  He was always jealous of the confidence Matt carried himself with.

The door hinges creaked, demanding Shaun’s attention.  A group of young girls walked into the restaurant, waiting to be seated.

Shaun sighed, “None of them look like our girl.”

“No they do not.”  Matt leaned on his elbows and huffed, “Why do you think Kennedy wants us to recruit her so bad?”

“Why does Kennedy do anything?”

Matt laughed without humor.  For an informant, Kennedy wasn’t always very informative.  They tended to pick and choose the information they provided very carefully - sometimes leaving out crucial details, to their leader’s chagrin.

“Do you trust them?”  Matt asked.

Shaun answered this question a lot.

“I trust Nate,” was his answer today like every other.

Matt nodded, his agreement clear.  Despite the fact that Matt was the newest member of the faction, he learned that lesson fast.

Shaun had known Nate for over a decade.  He was the strongest paragon that Shaun had ever met- only one person Shaun knew came even close to his skill and power- but Nate had a tactical mind and caring heart that no one could match.

If Nate thought that following Kennedy’s lead on this recruitment was a good idea, then he was willing to give it a try.

The door hinges creaked again, but this time Shaun was caught off guard by the look on Matt’s face.  It was as if he had seen a ghost.

Shaun raised an eyebrow.  “What?  You see our girl?”

“No, no- I just- we need to go.”

“What?” Shaun looked around, scanning the diner for threats.  Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.  “What’s wrong, man, what’s got you so spooked?”

“No, it’s nothing, I just- God, I can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what?”

“I need us to leave.  Now.”  Matt was breathing heavily, his fingers twitching with energy he was holding back with all of his might.  “Please, Shaun.”

Son of a bitch, Shaun cursed himself as he stood up.  He gestured for Matt to go ahead, letting him lead the way.

Shaun took one last look around, hoping he could identify the problem before he left.

Nothing.

Now he had to report back to Nate that the mission was a failure and he didn’t even know why.

Feels like this is how my missions always end.  With failure.

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[burntheedges]

Jack Daniels (Kingsman: The Golden Circle)

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Leap | 739 words | part of the Passing Notes collection ☁️ Jack x gn!reader, a gift for @secretelephanttattoo, summary: You’ve got a day off and you’re ready to rest and relax when a handsome cowboy shows up at your door unexpectedly.

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[octopus-reactivated]

⚗️ for Juli!

Thank you! I have very special nightmare for him >:)

Tw/cw: unreliable narrator (under the nightmare serum), gaslighting, pet whump, feeling of abandonment, unreality (let me know if I missed anything)

Juli realized he was lying on the hard floor. 

That alone didn’t worry him, as he was used to sleeping in worse circumstances. He was however surprised, as he thought he fell asleep on his own bed.

Second thing, was his room always this bright?

It took him a second to connect dots and realize he was in the Training Facility.  He jumped on his feet and started investigating the place. 

It couldn’t be…?

Did Miss return him? He couldn’t remember.

Juli felt as his breath became raspy and he became dizzy as the room started spinning around him. 

Calm down, maybe, maybe she just wanted to fix a few things, maybe she didn’t give him up permanently? - he tried to convince himself, feeling that if he accepts the other possibility his heart will shatter in a million pieces. That he was truly given up, just when he started to hope he found his place. 

Doors opened, disrupting his thoughts. The Trainer came in and he automatically shifted into a kneeling position. 

“Welcome 739, I hope few days in solidarity served you well”

“Yes sir.” he answered on autopilot, but his mind was buzzling. Was he there for a few days already? Why couldn’t he remember? He never had a problem with forgetting things. 

“Sir, may I ask a question?” he couldn’t stop himself.  He had to know if this… if his hope was false, even if he was about to experience a heartbreak, he had to know. 

Trainer sighted. 

“What is this?”

“Did Miss give me up? I’m sorry, I… my memory is all foggy”

“Huh? ‘Miss’?” Trainer asked with a surprise in his voice. 

Something was wrong. 

Something was very wrong. 

“Yes, Miss… Miss Decima. Did she return me?” 

Maybe it was just an accident. Maybe he got lost and someone who found him got him there and they will contact her and she will take him home again… 

Please, please he wanted home. 

Trainer sat on the floor.

“Miss Decima, how you call her, tell me more about her” 

So Juli did. He told everything he could remember.

__________

“So that Miss of yours, she got you even if she knew what you did and she was nice to you, fed you often and never punished you? Like never?”

“...yes, sir.” Juli answered truthfully. He didn’t like this voice. He didn’t like where this was going. 

“And she gave you blankets to sleep on and took you on walks and so on?”

“Yes, sir”

Trainer sighted again

“I’m sorry I have to tell you, but… Well, maybe it’s because you were in isolation for too long…”

What was that supposed to mean?

“... but you were never bought. There is no Miss. You must have tell yourself elaborate story to pass the time and you believed it”

“No…”

It couldn’t be. Miss… she couldn’t be just made up. 

“Well it wouldn’t be the first time, would it? When you made something up and ended up thinking it was real?”

Juli… no he wasn’t Juli anymore then? He never was. 

739 nodded slowly. 

The life outside white walls, but not with the first Master, before that and before training. He had constructed an imaginary life that even now seemed as real as his other memories. And…

“...your first Master. The circumstances of his mur… of the Incident” Trainer said. 

Of course. 

He knew how unreliable his memories were. but he had never thought this too…

Miss was always nice and never punished him and gave him a warm place to sleep. 

How could she not be a wish, the perfect dream?

“I will ask guys at management to not leave you alone for so long.” Trainer said with compassion. 

“Yes, sir,” 739 said. 

And then he cried, letting his body to be torn apart by despair

_________

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[sketch-mer-6195]

Cutting to the Chase: Chapter 1 (Bayverse! Donatello x Roxanne Chazen)

(A/N: Hey everyone! This is the first time I’m actually writing a series for one fandom that I have loved ever since I was a little girl. Something different from what most of you all are used too, I know. But it brings back such nostalgia to see these four terrapins once again. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing this!)

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Word Count: 739

Warnings: Mentions of blood, medical terms (they can be a little intimidating lol)

It's not like it was on purpose. No, never. This was not calculated at all into the actual plan for the night's patrol. It was a simple in and out scenario. Him and his brothers, protecting the city and making sure the innocent stayed safe on the streets of New York. But alas, here he was. Laying in pain in an apartment that he accidentally crashed into. Glass had embedded itself into his exposed side from the crash landing, causing him to wince in pain and let out a few curses under his breath. He has to start thinking about some sort of plating for their sides. But something shook Donatello out of his thoughts and made him crane his neck around and go wide eyed. A shriek, and from a young woman no less. Her eyes as wide as saucers and her hair in a messy bun that was way more messier than intended. In jogger pants and a hoodie, she looked like she was about to scream again only to have Donnie gasp and try to sit up.

"Oh no, no, no, no, n- gah!" Crumpling up and protecting his injured side, Donatello pressed his hand onto his injured side.

The young woman watched him and couldn't help but feel bad for the creature before her. Whatever it is. He, judging by the human anatomy and physiology, was in pain. But she also noted his more reptilian side. A turtle. What kind? She had no idea. Pushing her glasses up her nose, she knew she couldn't leave him bleeding. What kind of person would she be? She carefully slid on her slippers and made her way around the broken glass and over to the turtle mutant man. He was covered in gear that she had never seen, a tech pack on the back of his shell, and a small stick no longer than four feet long laying close to him. A weapon? Out of protection, she grabbed the stick and jumped back when Donatello shook his head.

"No, please be careful!"

"Wha- who are you!? Answer me, or I'll… I'll hit you with this broom stick!" She exclaimed, raising Donnie's tech bo above her head.

He let out a small squeak and lowered his hand. "You have to promise me you won't tell anyone that I'm here."

She glared down at him. Her mind told her not to trust him, but her heart screamed that she should help. He was injured badly. And she wasn't going to let him leave, if possible. Letting out a frustrated huff, she nodded but placed the tech bo in the far corner of her living room and out of his reach. Letting her hair out of its binds and pulling it back up quickly, she bit the inside of her cheek before taking a deep breath and muttering something that Donnie couldn't hear clearly.

"Wait here. Don't move. Got it?" She stated before leaving the room quickly.

Donnie on the other hand, just nodded and slowly relaxed on the floor. He looked at his arm screen before sending a signal where he was. His brothers were already looking for him, it was just a matter of time. He shut off the holoscreen just in time as the young woman came back with a large bag, a broom and dust pan and gloves. He watched her carefully as she swept around him to get as much glass away from them both. Then she laid the bag down near him and slid her gloves on before carefully leaning down to sit on her knees.

"Superficial lacerations on the serratus anterior… deep lacerations in the external oblique, some trauma from the force of impact. Local anesthetic and needing to flush out as much glass…" She spoke out loud to herself.

Donatello was surprised how educated she was with the anatomy. It wasn’t that far from a human’s, but he knew that she would need to care for his scaly skin because he had no clue how she was going to patch him up.

"Could… could you uh… lift your arm up?" She asked.

"Oh… uh, sure." Donnie replied, moving his arm up and away from his injury.

The clashing contrast of crimson against his green exterior made the woman gulp and get a little queasy, but she took a deep breath and began to gather her supplies for the anesthetic and flushing.

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[viking-raider]

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#5

Swipe - Part IV

Summary: Your and Heny's relationship goes through its biggest challenge yet, you going into labor!

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 8.3k

Pervious: I / II / III

Warning: PG-13 - Cotton Candy Fluff, Angst, Fluff, Protective!Henry, Sassy!Reader, Language, Anxiety, Cuddling, Playful Banter, Warhammer Mention, Unwelcome Guest, Labor and Delivery, Supportive Partner, Male Pride

Inspiration: Something I read. THIS IS THE LAST PART!

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#4

Swipe - II

Summary: You've ghosted Henry after promising to meet him, but what's happened?

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 8,453

Warning: PG-13 - Cotton Candy Fluff, Angst, Fluff, Protective!Henry, Unwanted Touches, Fighting, Language, Mention of Abortion (But not getting one!), Serious Pregnancy Cravings

Inspiration: Something I read.

Author’s Note: Takes please before Sand Castle! I hope you enjoy it! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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606 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

#3

Can I say how ROBBED I feel they didn't give us this scene in the film!?!

We got a tid-bit it at the end, but not THIS

739 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

#2

Birthday Boy

Summary: It's the morning of Henry's birthday, and it couldn't be any better, than waking up in bed, with you in his arms. But you have other plans in mind. Messy plans!

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warning: NC-17 - SMUT, Oral (F and M receiving), Language, Teasing, Use of Food Products, Light fingering, Suggestive Dom Elements (both sides), Cotton Candy Fluff, Shower sex (P in V), Foreplay

Inspiration: Happy Birthday to the Cavill man!

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932 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I hope we get a third Enola. All the characters are so amazing and lovely, the actors have incredible chemistry. The story was really good and I had a blast.

2,557 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

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*739 Yeosang

*739 Masterlist

Synopsis: with sex work legal, it was as readily available as texting *739, filling out the form sent, and setting a time and place with an easy charge to your credit card. Even the more hefty kinks could be fulfilled with a professionalism that was respected, and could be addicting.

Word count: 7.4k

Warnings below cut! taglist at the bottom

Smut warnings: soft dom Yeosang, sub reader. wax play, temperature play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it). paid sex, sex worker, ice play, slight overstimulation, sensory deprivation, blindfold, voice kink, breath play, massage oils, oral (fem receiving). as always lemme know if i missed any!

They say you make rash decisions when you’re hurt and emotional. They would be right.

Sometimes those decisions work out for the better, sometimes for the worse, you weren’t sure where this decision would lead you. If you asked your friends, they would ask why you hadn’t done this sooner, especially since you had the funds for it.

You might be asking yourself the same thing, staring down at the simple text, knowing that it would result in something memorable. You had the funds, the time, but it never occurred to you to try out the *739 hotline like now.

But coming to the realization that your unrequited love would only be just that, you had acted simply on your need to feel anything but the suffocating rejection and loneliness.

It had started yesterday with, much like right now, a simple text: a picture of the man you carried a flame for with a beautiful woman, too close and intimate to be just friends like you had hoped. One of the few people who knew about your affection for him had spotted him, even overheard part of the conversation that didn’t bode well for you at all, and she had offered to comfort you, telling you that she was there if you needed her.

When you asked what she would do in this situation, you didn’t even question it and just did it: you sent in a request to the *739. Of course that was last night when you were a blubbering mess and through snot and tears that had your face red. Now you were thinking clearer, only to be reminded of what you had done with the text staring you in the face now. 

A message confirming your session in an hour with a man named Yeosang. 

Part of you wanted to cancel, but the larger part guilted you out of that. You already paid for it, already spent nearly an hour filling out the form and signing the disclosures, and even if money wasn’t a concern for you right now… you wanted to give it a chance. Perhaps this really would be an experience to remember, that it would do just what your friend suggested: make you forget the pain.

But then again, looking around your shared apartment, you didn't think you would be getting over your roommate that easily. It was worth a shot though right?

That was enough motivation for you. Climbing out of your nest of blankets you opted to make your bed first, a quick shower to wash away the depression that had begun to sink into your bones, and then you were left just standing in your room… lost.

How does one prepare for this? There were things you had selected in the form that were new to you to begin with, but you were sure a typical bedroom wasn’t the place for. Would this Yeosang come prepared? Would you have to move locations?

It had seemed like your apartment was good enough of a location for the session so you just had to trust the process. That still had you lost on what to do for the next half hour almost. What would you wear? Should you tidy up a bit?

Stressing over the situation, you wandered around the apartment mindlessly tidying up before your state of undress reminded you that clothes would be needed. You settled for something easy to take off, a simple summer dress with a built in bra, clean and cute underwear, and nothing else. If you needed to change you would, but only if you were told to.

Still, by the time there was a knock on your front door your nerves were quite frazzled. You had changed out of the dress three other times only to stick with the dress. Rushing to the door you made a mental check of the apartment, nothing too crazy in the shared living space as you and your roommate kept most personal stuff in your rooms; while that eased some anxiety, you only opened the door a crack and peered out.

The sight of the very attractive man on the other side of the door shouldn’t have been a surprise to you, but your eyes still went wide, jaw slack, while he just offered a small smile. The deep voice calling out your name shook you back to the present, his smile widening to a cute degree.

Was this man really a sex worker?

Trying to wrap your head around it you opened the door further, nodding as a blush crept up your neck. “Ah yes, that’s me. You must be Yeosang?” “Mhmm. Are you the only one here?” Stepping in he glanced around, eyes falling to some items that weren’t yours and clearly male: like the few pairs of shoes in the entryway on the shelf.

Shutting the door behind him you nodded. “My roommate works the late shift so we have the place to ourselves for the next few hours.” 

Slipping off his boots he was polite enough to step into the guest slippers, carrying a black leather bag into the living space as he looked around some more. “That gives us plenty of time to go over things, set up, and take our time then. Where would you like to talk things over?”

“Um… the couch is fine, we aren’t doing anything yet right?”

He nodded, heading right for the couch and sitting down. He seemed quiet, observant- or maybe stuck up? No, that couldn’t be right. Sure you were overthinking things again, you joined him on the sofa, smoothing out the skirt of your dress. He was still quiet though, eyes on your hands and then up to your face; you were looking everywhere but at him, only aware of his gaze due to your own anxiety.

“If you want to back out-”

“No!” In a panic you looked up at him, not at all expecting the look of concern there. “N-no, I just… I want to do this, I promise, but my experience is limited and I’m feeling really self conscious right now. You’re gorgeous and I’m- well not. I’m sorry, I keep overthinking this whole thing and I- are you laughing.”

He was. A soft chuckle and a knowing look in his beautiful eyes as he turned to you fully. “It’s cute, how flustered you are. I see why your client profile was… unique as well.”

“Unique? Is that bad? Oh God I didn’t fill it out properly did I? I swear I went over everything twice. But I was also, like, having a breakdown so I’m not entirely sure I did anything ri-right.” He had gripped your chin, the slightest touch but it had your words stuttering to a halt. He was closer now, this time you could tell he was observing you, an intelligence in his eyes that normally would frighten you but somehow was reassuring.

“You did everything correctly, Pretty, it was just interesting what you had in the request section. What was it now… ‘I just want to forget’?” 

His question threw you for a loop, racking your brain for any memory of doing so. It was still what you wanted, wanted all this anxiety to go away, the heartbreak, and just pleasure. Cheeks warm, you nodded slowly, his hand falling from your chin. “I… I got rejected, you could say, and I just want to forget how I’m feeling right now. I don’t know if I’ll like all of the things I picked, but I’d like to try them. Is that manageable?” “You booked three hours so I don’t see why not."

“That was the recommended time…” “Yes, but this is also your first time. I'm a bit surprised you wanted such a long session. It’ll work in your favor, for the things I specialize in a lot of time is required to get to know you and your body. There is a bit of set up as well, so we’ll need to talk about a safe space to do that.” You nodded, pointing to the leather bag. “I take it, everything is in there?” “Yes, would you like to see?” At your nod he brought the bag onto his lap and began to rummage through it, the first items being a pair of elbow length red leather gloves the same shade as his outfit, but you figured the shade was deliberate. He set those aside, no explanation, and instead held up some candles. “While I’m showing these off, we’ll go over your checklist. Visuals might solidify or change your mind. These are for wax play, it burns easier at a lower temperature so that the wax won’t leave any burn on your skin but will still be hot enough for temperature play. Are you still interested?” “Y-yes.”

Setting them on the coffee table before you, he pulled out a black semi-plastic tarp, which your best educated guess was nylon. “We’ll be using this as our play area so not to get wax or water on your things. The surface area is important for temperature play. We can use your bed, all blankets and pillows removed, or the floor so I have the space to move you around, or move around you. I recommend the floor, beds dip and the less aware of your surroundings the better.” “My room, floor is fine. I can push my bed out of the way a bit.” That’s right, you had selected desensitization, although you weren’t entirely sure how that worked, you were curious.

Pleased with your answer, he set the nylon tarp aside and reached for the next item: a black blindfold. “Desensitization would be this, I’ll also have the lights low. If you don’t have a blacklight, I have one here.” He pulled it out next, an LED strip that could be plugged in. You weren’t sure how that played in with desensitization but you were still excited.

“I have some around my room. Black out curtains too. But um… why the lights?” He set the ring of lights down. “In case you want the blindfold off at any time, and it helps keep light from streaming in while giving me enough to do what I do. Is that alright?” “Yes.”

“Good. Next, temperature play. While the candles will suffice for that, do you have ice cubes I could use?” He pulled out a small thermos. “The shift from hot to cold is important for it.” Quickly you stood up with the intention of grabbing what he needed, but his hand on your wrist stopped you. “No need to get them yet, we still have time.” 

Sheepishly you sat back down, watching him from under your lashes. “What else did I agree to?” “Hm the usual things after that. Praise for one, oils-” At the mention of them he pulled out a few small glass bottles with droppers screwed as the caps, “-there are a few uses for these, such as scent, massaging, or making certain parts more… sensitive.” You didn't miss the way his eyes flicked down to your chest, then skirt. “You selected these but they might be a bit much for your first time. I might use one if I see fit, is that alright?”

“Yes but um… why are you explaining it all to me?” With an incredulous look he chuckled. “You said you hadn’t done any of this before. Knowing about the things we’ll be using puts you at ease a bit right?”

Well… that was true. Biting down on your lip, you nodded. “Thank you for that then.” “Mmm of course Pretty, I want to make sure you enjoy the time we spend together.” His voice had dipped a bit further, coiling in your lower stomach and settling there. “Moving on, breath play?” “Yes.” You couldn’t find your own breath at the question, imagining his against your skin.

“And based on your request for a deep voice, you have a voice kink as well?” He continued without an ounce of shame, lowering his voice even further as if to tease you.

You hummed out, gripping the edge of your dress. You wouldn’t indulge in the real reason you wanted a deep voice, shame clouding your mind. How would he feel if he knew you wanted to just imagine for a moment that the one who would be touching you, loving on you, wasn’t him? Instead the very man you also wanted to forget for a moment.

Guilt twisted your stomach, souring your expression. If he noticed, he didn’t say, instead continuing on. “Right, onwards to safety measures. You already signed the waiver that rights off any accountability on our part if you end up injured during this session, as well as pregnancy. We still have a safe word in place, and I’ll check in at any time I feel like you may want to stop. If that’s alright with you, repeat the safe word you listed.” “College.” As a student, you thought of no better word to kill the mood for yourself.

He nodded, reaching for the lights and putting them back in the bag. “I won’t start the scene, or your time officially, until we are set up. Consider it a bit of a discount. Just show me the space you would like to set up and I’ll do the rest.” He set everything on the tarp and set it on top of the open bag for easy carrying. 

Realizing this meant go time you stood up, wiping your sweaty palms on the sides of your dress again. “Then uh, follow me.” Nervous all over again you lead the way down the hall, sparing a glance out of habit at the bedroom door across from yours. It was a shame that you had this beautiful, almost angelic man behind you in an outfit and makeup that gave him a devilish vibe, and yet you were longing for what you couldn’t have.

Mentally chastising yourself for being so pathetic, you stepped into your room and turned on the lights. Quickly you busied yourself with trying to find the remote for your LED fairy lights hanging around, glancing back to see how he was fairing.

He was analyzing your room with an unreadable expression, moving to your bed where he sat the bag down. “You actually have a fair enough floor space if we push the desk chair elsewhere. While I’m setting up you can change into anything you want to. Any lingerie you want to wear for it, or I could strip you myself.” Taken aback, you let his words run through your mind, going red. “Um, Yeosang? You said these are the things you specialize in… what exactly do you mean by that?” When you turned he was already setting the tarp down, the chair pushed out of the way near your closet. “The business I work for, while it’s easy enough to request our services, finding appropriate workers is harder. They have a wide range of workers, but encourage that each one specialize in at least one area. You have your rough and tough, your bottoms, switches, those who leave nothing off the table and those who can get you off without ever having to see their face. Those who specialize in public settings, even romantic ones, with the company's goal being to fulfill any sexual fantasy, including the buildup. Even those of us who will work and do things to each other for a client’s pleasure.” It sounded like the company prided itself on giving its clients the perfect fantasy, and it was admirable how serious they took it. But- “You didn’t answer my question.”

He looked up now, pausing in his actions as he was in the middle of setting the items on the bed, a smile on his face that was somehow cocky but cute. “You haven’t guessed it?” Blushing at his words, he strode over and once more grabbed your chin in his fingers, bringing you dangerously close. You thought he was going to kiss you, but instead he leaned down, breath against the shell of your ear. “I’m a sensual, romantic lover, Pretty. I take my time, learning every inch of you and what makes you tick, and use it to bring you to the sweetest highs. In your case… I’ll make you forget anyone but me for the next three hours, pretty girl, just like you wanted.”

Were your knees always so quick to get weak? How did you breathe again? The low tones of his words barely a whisper against your skin had you losing all control over your body momentarily, but you didn’t mind.

You wanted more.

Yet he was back by the bed when you snapped to your senses, leaving you a bit disorientated. “I uh- I’m not sure what to do.” “Do you trust me to lead then?” “Yes.” No hesitation, he was the expert here after all.

He chuckled, everything laid out nice and neat and just in range of the tarp. “Cute. I’ll start with the lights, turn them to a red, blue, or purple. Keep it low however.”

Remembering that you had the remote for the lights in your hand, you switched it to your favorite of the three, admiring how it bathed him and the red he wore with a glow that was honestly breathtaking. He definitely knew what he was doing.

“Come here.” He motioned you over, pointing to the center of the tarp. You obliged, biting down on your lip as your nerves skyrocketed. This was it, it was about to happen.

But nothing happened right away. You stared up at the lights, embarrassed and waiting, giving him all the control. At least until he was taking the remote from your hands, eyes flickering down. “S-sorry.” “No need to apologize, I got you.” He tossed it aside, then brought the blindfold up. “I’m going to put this on now, tell me if it’s too tight, or if you can see out of it.” With a nod you stood rigid, still biting on your lip as he wrapped the sash around your eyes, pulling it tightly behind your head. It was pretty snug, but not uncomfortable. “How’s this?”

“G-good.”

Humming in approval, you felt him pull away. “Don’t remove the blindfold, and don’t move, I’ll be right back.” The only indicator you had that he had left the room was the click of your bedroom door opening. You never heard it click shut, never heard his footsteps or even the sound of his clothes rustling- not even his breathing.

You slowed your own breathing to listen better, head tilting as if that would help, but even as minutes passed, you couldn’t hear him. The anticipation was affecting your nerves a great deal, as you were anxious by nature, so you started to fidget, wondering if you should call out to him, as he hadn't told you to be quiet. It was your nerves that kept you silent. What you couldn’t see was that Yeosang had returned moments ago, gone for only a few seconds as he had gone to get ice as quietly as he could. He had returned, set the thermos of ice down, and was now just watching you. He could tell when you started getting nervous, as you were biting on your lip again and gripping the skirt of your dress over and over. He wondered how long he should let you stew, but this was your first time, and he didn’t want the experience to be ruined for you before it had even begun.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you suspected at least five minutes. Or perhaps that was just your anxiety getting the better of you? Doubting your concerns, and lost in your own head, you physically jumped when you felt his hands on yours, stopping your anxious movements. “Y-Yeosang?”

“I’m here.” Gently pulling your hands from the fabric of your dress, he ran his finger-tips up your exposed arms with a feathery touch, raising goosebumps in their wake. “Relax for me, focus on what I’m doing.”

Nodding, you did, picturing his hands on you just as you felt them. Even though he was barely touching you, the feelings felt a bit more intense; or like you were just more sensitive to it. Knowing this was sensory deprivation at work, you were glad you had opted for it. In particular because everything else was going to feel even more amazing.

His hands ghosted over your shoulder and then down your back as he circled around you. Carefully, like everything he had done so far, he undid the dress, pushing it off your body and pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck. Once the dress was piled on the floor around your feet, he helped you out of it and tossed it aside, leaving you in just your underwear. 

He took his time running his hands over a great deal of your body then, taking in your simple reactions from how you would tense or relax- to the slightest changes in your breathing. He was learning where you were sensitive, where he would focus his ministrations later, and so forth. He avoided the usual suspects at first, but he was pleased to hear the small hitch when he brushed the pads of his thumbs over your perked nipples. 

You couldn’t get a sense of where he was in the room, just where he was touching you, and every second that passed by, your hands were itching to reach out and grab him, a “please” on the tip of your tongue that you couldn’t find the will to actually speak. Over your chest, down your stomach, up your sides, down your back, over your rear, and then up your spine. He repeated this trail another time, but the third time you were leaning into his touches, body moving on your own.

“That’s it, you’re doing so well Pretty.” His breath against the back of your neck had a shiver running up your spine, getting warmer by the second as you now found your back pressed firmly against him. “You still trust me right?”

You nodded, turning your head towards his voice even though you couldn’t see him. “Y-yes, Yeosang, I trust you.” Probably not the smartest idea, but you reminded yourself he was the professional here and hadn’t steered you wrong yet.

He cupped the opposite side of your face and pulled you closer, his warm breath against your cheek the only warning you had before his lips were on yours. It caught you by surprise, but it wasn’t unwelcome, your lips chasing his as he kept it brief, just a taste of what’s to come no doubt.

Like every touch beforehand, the kiss was soft, methodical, testing the waters. You had to admire his dedication, the gentle way he poked and prodded to learn your body- learn you- despite the fact you could never see him after this. Warmth rushed through you and it wasn't just lust and desire… you felt loved. Cared for. Appreciated.

Yeosang swallowed up your thoughts with the chaste kisses until all that was left was him and what he was doing to you. Well, that was what you had requested, but it still shocked you how well he did it and how fast.

Your body chased after him when he stepped back, the warmth slipping out of your skin and leaving a chill behind. Before you could gather up the courage to whine, his hands were on your hips, thumbs dipping under the waistband of your panties and pushing them down. You felt his lips on your chest, right above your breasts, kissing a soft trail down between them and over your abdomen while pushing the fabric down your legs.

Slow. Sensual. Requiring all your focus. 

You could feel his breath just above your core as he helped you step out of the cloth, tossing it aside and leaving you fully bare to him. He didn't move, each steady breath of his on your skin had your body reacting but you didn't move either aside from pressing your thighs together. You could feel how aroused you were, clit throbbing and begging to be touched.

To your disappointment he pulled away, extracting his touch. This time you did let out a soft whine, hands clenched into fists at your side.

You could hear his soft chuckle, just out of arm's reach you assume, which has you blushing but unsure why. Maybe it was how cute it sounded despite the nature of the situation?

"Don't worry, Pretty, we'll get there." He reassured, voice a bit husky.

You just nodded, trying to pinpoint where he was but he was good at keeping quiet, only letting you hear what he wanted you to hear. Once again you found yourself in awe of him, of the subtle all encompassing control he had over all your senses with everything he did; and it wasn't the least bit overwhelming or terrifying- instead it felt freeing.

Something cold and wet running up your arm startled your emotions back in place, breathe halting in your lungs as goosebumps prickled your skin. You realized it was ice, anticipation running its course from head to toe as you waited with bated breath.

You could picture the trail he left behind as the ice moved up your wrist and along your bicep, then across your collarbone and down your other arm. The trail of water left behind left your skin sensitive, feeling alive in a way you weren't used to- it was invigorating. With shallow breaths and swallowed gasps, you were at his mercy. The ice skimmed down between your breasts and over your stomach, circled around your navel before it was brought back up. 

Legs pressed tightly together you were becoming restless, needing to do something. "Yeosang- tell me what to do." You pleaded, hands shaking at your sides.

He hummed thoughtfully in that deep voice of his that shook you to your core. "Don't do anything, not yet." 

Any protest you had died on your lips as the ice cube was pressed to them, running over them as if he was applying chapstick or something similar. He nudged your mouth open and you obeyed, breathing around the cold cube as it settled on your tongue, melting quickly. Before it was gone his lips were on yours again, this time more heated, and more desperate on your end.

It felt as if he was slowly unraveling you piece by piece, sensation after sensation.

His hands were busy running along your body, barely a touch but enough that you were leaning into them. The heat of his lips, his breath, mingling with the cold the cube had left your mouth made the kiss more intense but left you wishing you could see his face- feel more of him.

You swore you heard him make a sound, like a soft groan or gasp, which had you chasing his lips as he pulled away. "Not yet, we have plenty of time for that." He chastised gently, cupping the sides of your face and holding you at bay.

A soft whine was your only protest, and even that died on your lips as you were lowered down onto your knees. The feel on the nylon was a bit warm, grounding you a bit as this whole experience was beginning to feel as if you were both outside your body and so very aware of it.

Another shock reverberated through you, back arching in response to the cold wet cube running around your nipples. Unable to keep still, you gripped your thighs, panting as he swirled it around both peaks, leaving them wet and perked, goosebumps spreading across your chest. You could only imagine how it looked, the thought dashed as his cold wet lips latched onto one sensitive peak and he sucked.

The moan you let out was sinful even to your own ears, pressing your thighs together. As his mouth moved to the other, he pushed your legs apart, situating his knee in-between to keep you from closing them again.

Your body was shaking, the mixture of cold and heat of his mouth sending jolts right to your core, soaking your thighs further. He hadn't even touched you there, and yet you could feel every touch mirrored in the deepest parts of you. So focused on his mouth you didn't realize you were being moved until your head rested against the nylon, legs spread further and his mouth and tongue running over your stomach as you shook beneath him, your body hot and cold all over.

His mouth was warm by the time he got to your lower abdomen yet you still felt feverish. There was a brief moment of reprieve as he pulled away, leaving you breathless, but some time to regulate your pulse before another shock had you gasping. The cold ice on your inner thighs had them shaking, your fingers digging into the nylon at your sides and head falling back.

"Yeosang~~"

"Look at you, positively shaking for me. I can see your pussy clenching desperately, so needy. Does this feel that good?" 

You whined out in response, the deep gravel of his voice effecting you just as the ice cube against your pelvis felt, so very close to where you wanted to be touched. 

Yet he wouldn’t.

He touched and kissed nearly every part of you, lighting your whole body’s nerves on edge, taking his sweet time learning your body all over again. 

Slow. 

Sensual.

It was driving you mad.

Writhing and shaking beneath him you reached out on more than one occasion, begging him for more, just for him to gently set your hands back down or promise you ‘soon’. 

When it felt like your frustration and desperation reached its peak, you were crying out as finally, you were given what you wanted. Hell, it was more than you had expected. His mouth was cold as his tongue lapped up your slick, lips latching around your clit and sucking just as he had done with your pebbled peaks earlier. The duality of the sensations, after being teased for so long, almost had you coming on the spot.

You were sure he knew that, not at all disappointed as he licked and sucked until you were soaking his cold tongue with your cum. It shot through you like a tsunami, washing over your nerves that had been on edge and overwhelming your senses with ecstasy. Sure this was only going to be the first of many orgasms tonight, you wondered if you’d even be able to think for days after he finished with you.

He brought you to another orgasm with his mouth before you were flipped over onto your stomach, his hands running over the curve of your back and ass before leaving you there. You had plenty of time to calm down and catch your breath, head resting on your forearms as you focused on the remaining waves of pleasure coursing through you.

A drop of heat hitting just between your shoulder blades shot down your spine to your throbbing clit. Another drop hit just below it on your spine, leaving you gasping at the unfamiliar sensation. The leftover splatters hardened against your skin, locking in the heat but it wasn't hot enough to burn.

You would writhe with each drop, to the point Yeosang sat on the back of your thighs to keep you pinned down. Down your spine he dropped glob after glob of hot wax, muttering in his deep voice how well you took each hit while giving you enough time in-between to still again. When he reached your ass, the drops on your tailbone had you moaning and whimpering.

Every drop you were still painfully aware of, as well as the lack of friction and touch on your clit. He had you desperate, bucking your rear up for something and was pleased to feel a bulge in his leather pants. "Yeosang please- please." 

The candle gone from his hand, they both gripped your hips to hold you still as he tutted. "We've only gone an hour- don't be in such a rush Pretty, I want to take my time with you."

"B-but Yeosaaang- you've taken so much time, I want to feel more." You whined, attempting to buck your hips again but his grip was firm. "I want to feel you inside me, please. I've been good right?"

He hummed thoughtfully, and you swore you could feel his heated gaze running over your body, but maybe that was the lack of one of your own senses making you far too hyperspace. You definitely were hyper aware of every touch, every sensation, every breath and sound he made; Yeosang filled up your remaining senses with himself. 

"You have been good." He muttered matter-of-factly, pulling himself off your legs and away from you. You gripped the nylon, lifting your head as if you could get a sense of his whereabouts but the only indication was the rustling of clothes. your heart kicked into overdrive, breath freezing in your lungs at the realization he was discarding his clothes.

You awaited with new-found patience, biting down on your lip when his hands were back on you, pulling your ass up until you were on your knees that were pushed apart, leaving your dripping cunt fully exposed to him. The anticipation of what he was going to do was eating you alive.

You tried not to expect what you wanted, he had made it clear he would be taking his time, but still the feel of his cockhead rubbing in between your folds had your head falling forward and the breath you were holding leaving you as a sinful sound. "Oh God, Yeosang please!" His hand on your hip kept you still as he ousted his length through your folds without entering, coating himself in your slick and doing so in a way your clit was practically untouched.

You could only imagine what his cock looked like, maybe not the longest but it was thick, and felt so good against your cunt you were rocking your hips back as best you could, begging between little pants.

"Are you sure, Pretty?" You swore he was teasing you as he pulled away, a cry of desperation leaving you followed by his low laughter. "Alright alright, I suppose I've teased you enough."

You felt delirious with lust when he finally pushed in, slow and steady just like the rest of the session so far. Patient, even as your walls clamped down around half his cock and he halted. Only because you were so aware of him did you notice his own breathing get heavier.

"F-fuck…" With every inch you could feel pleasure tingle all over your body, head feeling as if it was filling with cotton. He bottomed out, balls slapping against your clit sending a jolt through you. Finally he was inside, finally you didn't feel empty.

"I need you to relax alright?" He leaned forward, running his hands up your sides, his breath fanning against your back and reminding you of the wax spots on your spine. You could tell you were affecting him, although it was the slightest tell, yet it made you feel amazing.

This beautiful, patient man, who was an expert in love-making, was affected by you. Whether you felt that good, or he saw you as that beautiful, you didn't know- but he was twitching in your walls, breath hitching every time you clamped them down, and his careful touches felt the smallest bit less careful.

It was enough to have you smiling, nodding against the nylon and complying. He gently nipped at your shoulder, his body covering yours and adding just enough weight to keep you in place without feeling suffocating. It was a steady reminder of the man who was pleasing you, and for a moment your brain fought to remember why it was important that it was this man doing this to you- since it felt as if he should be the only one doing this to you. You had the feeling that's exactly what he wanted.

Sensual. Sinful. A devil disguised as an angel- or perhaps the other way around?

When Yeosang began to move his hips, any thoughts of another man or anything but the feelings were gone. With his breath on your back, the low groans that almost sounded like whines, you knew he felt just as good as he was making you feel and you reveled in that. He hit deep with each slow, steady thrust, holding you in place and mumbling against your skin.

One thing was for certain, you have never felt so loved before- not like this. Every inch of your body was alive with emotion, sensations you couldn't put into words, and he was the cause of it all.

"So good- really- so damned good." His breath against your ear had a shiver jolting down your spine, your own pants heating up the nylon beneath you. With each thrust his balls slapped against your clit, moving against your g-spot inside, only the leisure pace keeping you from bursting at any second. 

It was still enough- "Yeosang, I'm close- please want to cum."

"Of course baby girl, where do you want mine?" He nibbled down on the shell of your ear, your pussy clenching in response and pulling a growl from him.

"F-fuck… on me. L-like the wax and ice, c-cover me in it."

"Mmm proud of you Pretty, being so demanding." He appraised as his pace quickened. He kissed along your shoulder, suddenly more vocal and it was driving you right to your climax just as much as his thrusts were.

When it hit, the disgruntled moans he let out in response sounded euphoric. He pulled away, hands on your hips as his cock slipped out and pushed through your ass cheeks, pulsing as his hot cum splattered on your back and ass.

Your head was buzzing with the overwhelming pleasure, white flashing behind your eyelids for the briefest moments and ricocheting through your body in waves. It left you disorientated and barely aware of your surroundings, barely aware of your body being moved back down to your stomach. Which was good, as your legs felt like jelly.

The quiet space was filled with only the heavy breathing of you both.

You couldn't stop smiling; it felt that good. Even when the blindfold was removed and you were greeted by the sight of Yeosang's head resting on the nylon next to yours. "We're going to end it here for today if that's alright?"

That had the smile wiped clean off, but protests were stopped by his finger against your lips. "I don't want to push you any further for your first time. I'll clean you up, take care of you, and give you a massage before I leave. You'll only be charged for half your requested time." He explained, fingers moving to brush some hair out of your face.

His words didn't disperse the pout on your features though. "Yeosang… are you that eager to leave?" It might be a low blow, but after the way he made you feel you were more than just a bit reluctant to let him go.

He shook his head, bringing his forehead against yours as his hand rested on your hip. "Not at all, Pretty, but it is your first session and I don't want to overwhelm you with more. You're more sensitive than I expected." He smiled. "Besides, if we go another round I'll wear you out far too much. And part of my expertise is taking care of you, I wouldn't be very good at my job if I ran you ragged. So again, I'm going to clean you up and then give you a nice massage to relax your muscles, okay?"

He pressed a kiss to your nose when you nodded in reluctant agreement. Leaving you alone for a moment, he followed your directions to the bathroom and then came back with a damp towel. You hadn't moved from your spot, well aware now that your muscles were sore all over. As he gently wiped off the wax and his cum, he explained that he had been edging your muscles all this time as they'd flex or react to each of his touches- the heat and ice- and would feel as if they are overworked.

Suddenly grateful he stopped when he did, you didn't mind his gentle touches as he cleaned off your back and bum before rolling you over and running a fresh cloth over your front and in between your legs. There was no sexual intention behind his movements, just care. It still had you reacting to every touch, heart racing, but you weren't drowning in your desire this time.

When both of you were clean, he easily lifted you up, holding you on his lap as he cleaned off the nylon. It occurred to you just how strong he was, amazed that he had been so gentle despite how easily he could do just the opposite.

When he laid you back down you found yourself observing him. From his focused expression to the barest sheen of sweat over his skin, defining his muscles even more in the light. He was beautiful, and not just his face- which you just realized he had a mark by his eye, barely noticeable but in the dim light looked like a heart.

It made the moment even more endearing.

In your distraction he had moved to grab something, a small bottle. He dropped a few drops of the room temperature liquid on your body: a drop on your stomach, on your chest, on each thigh and each forearm. Your eyes followed his hands as he began to rub the oil into your stomach, soft circle motions outwards. With each stroke of his hands your skin felt a bit warmer and more relaxed. “That’s it, just relax.”

You hummed in response, feeling a little guilty as you realized he had done all the work and you hadn’t done anything for him- but he was watching his own ministrations so intently you didn’t have the heart to bring it up or try anything yourself. So you just watched, falling into a daze as his skilled hands rubbed the oil into every inch of your torso, arms and legs, leaving a warmth that made your muscles melt and your brain fog up.

The occasional praises he gave helped to further the daze you found yourself in. As if surrounded by the softest cloud, basking in the sun and enjoying the warmth. 

When he rolled you over onto your stomach you let out a soft whine of protest, not wanting to move at all. If his hands on your torso had put you on cloud 9, his hands on your back was absolute heaven. You’ve never had a massage before but now you debated on seeing a masseuse regularly just to experience this feeling of weightlessness often. No stress, no thoughts, just absolute relaxation.

Even as his hands kneaded your ass and thighs, exciting you a bit, you were just far too relaxed to care.

You hadn’t realized you were dozing off. No, even in your dreams Yeosang was still the one touching you.

It was a shame you were startled awake by a door shutting, interrupting the sweet dreams. You found yourself safely tucked into bed, the lights still on but one look at the floor and there was nothing, or no one, there. Your sleepy gaze narrowed on your door, but you didn’t think it was that door that woke you- something told you Yeosang would have been far too quiet leaving to wake you up.

That just meant your roommate was probably home. Even in your sleepy state you remembered just why you had… well why you did what you did. To your surprise, you were far too relaxed to care.

So what if your roommate had someone else? So what if you were sure you were still in love with them? Right now, you could still feel Yeosang on you, still hear his voice in your ear and smell the oil he had rubbed into your skin. Even if you hadn’t been good enough for your unrequited love- Yeosang had made you feel plenty good enough, plenty loved. 

So much so that you fell back to sleep with a smile on your face.

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Night Terrors

Night Terrors - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: One of Mouse’s nightmares takes him by surprise, leaving you to try and help him get through the emotional time

Warnings: PTSD and nightmares, talks of war

Word Count: 739

Requested: Yes!!

‘Hiii could I request something for Mouse where he has a nightmare about his ranger days and the reader wakes up and then they just cuddle. So basically A LOT of fluff . thank you'

A/N: Not as much fluff as I hoped it would be but I couldn’t think of what to write!!!

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Developing PTSD after being discharged from the military was common amongst soldiers. It was especially frequent with those who were involved in the Rangers, such as Mouse and Jay. Unlike his best friend, Mouse hadn't got any help after being pulled out of the military, allowing him to spiral into a world of felonies, depression and anxiety. He would swear to anyone who questioned him about therapy that he was fine, and didn't need some person to go snooping around in his business. But you knew that wasn't entirely true. For the most part, everything seemed fine on the outside, he always kept a cool composure around others. Even when he was with you, he remained poised, never showing you any sorts of weaknesses. The only time he did crack was when he could not actively control himself, which just so happened to be at night when he fell asleep. It wouldn't happen every day, but it did occur regularly enough that you were concerned, always urging him to seek professional help. Alas, he wouldn't listen, always brushing off any of your attempts at advice. That led you to the situation you were in now, a perfect night disturbed by one of his nightmares.

It had started off as any other normal evening, cuddling on the sofa watching some random movie, before retiring to bed for the night. The blanket had barely provided you with any warmth, cursing yourself for not buying a new one, you relied on the figure next to you to provide the heat. You pulled his arms around you, snuggling in further, to try and reduce the cold air that tried to nip at your skin. In response, he kissed your forehead, smiled at your sudden affection, so glad that he had found someone who he loved equally as much as he did. You were content with both the situation and life, knowing he was it for you, someone you could spend the rest of your life with. And as you both drifted off to sleep, small smiles graced your faces, the dreamland you were entered, featuring detailed images of each other.

Sleep seemed to take over pretty quickly, both exhausted from the workdays you'd had. Suddenly, Mouse jerked himself up, the nightmare still at the forefront of his mind, the memories of war and violence flashing before his eyes, taunting the safety he possessed. His breathing was rapid and shallow, panic consuming his whole body, all his emotions so far out of his reach. At the sudden twinge in movement, your sleep state was interrupted, causing you to groggily rubbing your eyes to inspect the situation. Seeing Mouse's hunched over figure, you also sat up, reluctantly reaching out, trying to avoid scaring him in the process. Lightly placing your hand on his shoulder, you softly called his name, trying to catch his attention. Instead of calming at your soothing voice, his breathing seemed to get heavier, spiralling into a full-blown panic attack. Shuffling forward you rested your head against his shoulder, talking about anything that crossed your mind, knowing that a distraction was the best method to personally calm your own attacks down. You rubbed your hand up and down his back, showing him some affection to try and ground him in hopes to bring him back to reality. Noticing the tremours in his hands reducing, you continued your efforts, uttering positive affirmations whilst waiting for it to pass. A further ten minutes transpired, his breaths evening out, the shakes stopping completely, allowing him to turn to look at you. Reaching your hands out, you stroked his faces, brushing the tears away as they fell.

"Nightmare?" You softly asked, not wanting to trigger another episode. In response, he just nodded, his voice getting stuck in his throat. Throwing his hands around your waist, he pulled you in close to in order to push his head in the crook of your neck.

"Thank you," he croaked out as you kissed the side of his head, whispering out that it wasn't his fault. You so desperately wanted to tell him to seek help, that this wasn't normal and he would be able to help relieve some of his stress if he did. But it wasn't the right time, knowing he would again reject your advances. So instead you pulled him back down into bed, bringing him into your arms for a night of affection and cuddles.

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#5

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ how can I focus when you're like this?

SMUT

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307 notes • Posted 2021-11-06 10:59:18 GMT

#4

[9:18 pm] You softly let out a grunt as drunk Jisung placed you in his lap just to kiss you. His touch was gentle but he was being too clingy on you.

His lips tasted like alcohol as this was his first time drinking ever since he became an adult. His right hand gripped on your waist while his other was on your shoulder.

His already swollen lips on your swollen ones. Both melting into the kiss as the night progressed. Jisung bit your lips, only to receive a soft sound from you.

"My baby is so cute," he whispered before he planted a kiss on your collarbone. Both of your cheeks were red and you were sweating due to the sudden hotness of the room.

That's when you realized that drunk Jisung is your enemy but also a side you want to see again.

Suddenly, you flinched when someone hit Jisung's head. You pulled back and a pout appeared on his red swollen lips.

"YOU ARE A CHILD!" Jaemin and Renjun shouted.

A/n: no, this was not intended to sexualize Jisung. This is simply just making out and I don't want to sexualize the kid

332 notes • Posted 2021-01-20 10:40:21 GMT

#3

Be The LO♡︎ER To This LO$ER - Choi Beomgyu

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞ ☺︎︎☹︎You were the right person, at the right time... but at the wrong universe.

᯾ sypnosis: beomgyu is an online streamer who streams to escape from his painful life — that was until he was humiliated that brought more chaos into his life. with nothing else to do, he destroys the things he considered his life until he finds a mysterious phone number under a vinyl. with not knowing whose number it is, he would be messaging someone from a parallel universe.

᯾ pairing: choi beomgyu x reader

᯾ genre(s): social media au, parallel universe au, fluff, humor, angst, university/college au

᯾ warning(s): swearing/cursing, abuse, running away from home, injuries;cuts/scars are mentioned, more will be added...

᯾ other(s): memes are used, visible confusion, two members of txt members (except beomgyu)...

᯾ status: finished.

᯾ schedule: undecided :(

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454 notes • Posted 2021-08-19 12:06:11 GMT

#2

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞ ✵ vinyl and coffee — kang taehyun

᯾ sypnosis: yn becomes a song writer and decides to write songs for their school's band; tomorrow x together. they have a special spot in hello future cafe to which yn considered it as their safe place — that is until the band starts hanging out there after their practices — that includes the boy they have a crush on and who made them a song writer.

᯾ pairing: kang taehyun x reader

᯾ genre(s): social media au, university/college au, fluff, humor, angst

᯾ warning(s): swearing/cursing, more will be added

᯾ other(s): mentions of nct dream, a lot of memes, timestamps are not related at all, more will be added...

᯾ status: on-going

᯾ schedule: undecided :(

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523 notes • Posted 2021-07-16 16:07:34 GMT

#1

summary — it's normal to have servants serve you, especially if you are royalty. however, you didn't expect two butlers to be given to you, intead of maids. you learned how to trust them and deepen your connection with him... but it's gotten way too deep.

pairing — butler! jaemin x princess! reader x butler! jeno

genre — slight angst, fluff, personal butlers au, princess x butler au, strangers to friends, slight frineds with benefits, modern royalty, kind of slow-burn

others — mentions sex and threesome (no smut), stripping, a curse word, teasing, paparazzi, bold yet oblivious princess, suggestive moments; helping the other take a bath, make out, seeing the other naked etc..., love bites (hickeys)

word count — 13.6k

moodboard — butler! jaemin ,, butler! jeno

a/n — okay, so this is my longest ff and my first very suggestive one. I hope you guys like it ><

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554 notes • Posted 2021-07-02 15:40:11 GMT

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: Dukexiety

Word Count: 739 Words

Summary: Breakfast with the light sides.

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, Cursing, Fighting Mentions, Angst, Food Mentions, PTSD Mention, let me know if I should add more.

Note: Anything like ‘this’ is an thoughts. Anything like ‘this’ is ASL. Bold like this is a lie. Janus’ name is Cecil in this still because I don’t feel like going back and changing it.

Why Me?: Chapter 3-Remus

Deceit was practically connected to Remus' arm, refusing to let go. He may trust the twins but he didn't seem to know if he could trust Virgil anymore.

"Hey-oh. And who is this?" Patton's bright cheery voice asked.

"This is Deceit. He's having a bit of a hard time lately and I didn't want to leave him alone, so I brought him here with me." Roman announced.

"But today is family day. He's distinctly not-" Virgil began.

"Finish that sentence. I fucking dare you." Remus growled.

"Fine, have it your way." Virgil snapped. "When he inevitably fucks up family day, I'm not staying anymore." Virgil huffily added.

Deceit felt at the seat Remus helped him into and continued holding onto his wrist, feeling like he wasn't safe if he didn't have contact. Breakfast was easy, small talk here and blah blah, light side stuff he didn't care about.

Remus was just glad Cecil could get actual food into his body. The effect of it seemed so immediate it make Remus sure that he and Roman could help him get better. Cee's scales got shiner and seemed to have the faintest hint of their old soft glow back to them.

Cecil himself seemed too quiet, it unnerved him. He was a bit too quiet, it made him worried because Cecil always had a quip at breakfast or an overly dramatic flair or just plain something that could make Remus smile at his friend. Remus missed seeing Cecil smile like he used to.

"Hey, Cee, you talk next. What the fuck happened to you?" Virgil asked, snarky smirk on his face and Remus glared daggers at him.

"I...I don't think I can... Th-The imagination..." Cecil stammered and seemed to hide away in his seat and Remus felt fire fueling the anger boiling in his veins.

"Don't ask him shit like that!" Remus snapped at him.

"You know you remind me of a guard dog. Have you always been Deceit's guard dog?" Virgil told him. Remus growled.

"Get a life and personality, emo! Yours seems to only have room to poke at others." Remus snapped.

"Remus." Cecil felt for his hand, taking hold of his fingers softly and Remus calmed himself down so he could be gentle with his best friend so he wouldn't hurt him.

"It's okay, DeeDee. I'm calm now." He cracked a small smile but he knew Cecil wouldn't see it the smile that always told him he was calm so he held his hand closer, rubbing his thumb into his palm to calm Cecil as well.

"Deceit, not trying to put any stress on you, you can always say no, but would you like to spend time in my library today? I have plenty of audiobooks for you if you'd like." Logan offered. Remus gave him and smile, grateful he was trying to deescalate the situation.

"That sounds lovely." Cecil gave a smile toward where he'd heard Logan, a bit to the left of him, though.

After breakfast, Cecil left with Logan and Virgil laughed at Remus worriedly making sure he knew to call for him or Roman in case something happened.

"Overprotective much?" Virgil asked.

"Actually yeah, I am. He's blind, you idiot, of course I'm overprotective." Remus snarled at him. Now that Cecil wasn't here, he didn't have to worry about scaring him by being angry at Virgil.

"Wait, what?" Virgil's voice got soft, his shoulders seemed to slump like he just realized what was happening.

"He's blind. You didn't notice how different he was acting?" Virgil shook his head.

"No, I mean sometimes he gets really quiet so I just thought he wasn't wanting to talk!" Virgil looked afraid he'd hurt Deceit.

"Well, calm down. I'm sure he understands you didn't know. Just make sure you talk to him, make sure he knows you love him."

"Can we watch some ghost hunting together until he comes back?" Virgil asked.

"Of course." Remus sidled up to Virgil's side and put on a random ghost show they could watch together and Virgil leaned his head against him.

Virgil eventually fell asleep against him and Remus just watched him instead of the next episode, watching over his features not so stressed. Remus could get used to this anxious purple weight on his shoulder, curse this cute emo making his heart beat faster. Cecil would almost definitely laugh if he found out about him getting willingly trapped under Virgil.

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Are we still getting the rest of *739? No pressure!

You definitely I just got swept up with comeback times! Now that the album has dropped I'll be trying to get those last two pieces out ^^

Don't be surprised if there are some random one shots here and there as well tho!

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You're killing me! 💜💜💜 I love how so far everyone has found out about *739 in different ways. I also love how her logical reasoning for him not wanting to charge her is he doesn't want to have sex with her anymore. And the ending, the fluff and sweetness 😍😍 OMG!

I am sorry I am days late from when you tagged me in this. I've been on vacation with my little sister to Halloween horror nights and have practically been dead. But this story is so worth the wait it is amazing. Thank you again for adding me to the tag list!

Aw thank you 🥰🥰 honestly it's no rush, read it whenever you have time I know life can get busy!

And honestly this wasn't how I had originally planned Jongho's. A lot of these started with just a small idea and then I ran with it, sometimes needing to brainstorm with someone- other times I'd just write it and be like "where did this come from? I love it" like when Jongho chases her- that was not planned but I was all here for it ^^

As for how they find out about 739- not all of then are going to go into detail about it. For some it's just a well known thing but I try to change up the why/how for each oneshot to keep it fresh. Hj and Hwa's start right off the bat with a location meeting and goes right into it. Different places, different procedures and rules to follow, and while both reader's motivation was simply to explore a deep rooted fantasy, the fics are still entirely different. Some of the *739 the reader will get the whole speech like with Yunho and San, and others it's right into the scene or right into the sex. 3 [maybe 4] of them involve a reader that's used the experience before-

I'm trying to make each one inherently different while still in the same au/concept and its really fun to write ^^

As for the Jongho fluff at the end- I'll let you in on a wee secret. I'm a hopeless romantic so I try to hint or give the idea that to the worker, reader isn't their typical client. That they like reader, want to do those things again. But I don't want to force it, instead leave it entirely up to everyone's imagination if things develop between them after the oneshot or stay just as is. But for Jongho's, we'll I couldn't help making it more of an obvious and official thing ^^ there is another one that is also going to have a similar development but that will remain a secret hehe 🤭🤭

I probably said too much but I was so excited about your feedback so thank you 🥺🥺😍

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