#I wanted to play around with rim lighting and practice faces from the side

[strawberrystepmom]

NSFW - MDNI. cw: dacryphilia. self ship coded. gojo x f!reader. reader is a crier (couldn't be me....*looks away from camera insecurely*) gojo loves a crier he's sadist this isn't a new agenda but im still pushing it... | divider by cafekitsune, wc 1.3k

“And you know what he said to me? ‘You need to try harder.’ He actually told me, to my face, that I need to do more.”

Whatever was discussed today has clearly upset her, Satoru thinks to himself while laying on his back next to you on the floor of your bedroom, his hands folded beneath his head. Any criticism of you is rare and depending on how harsh it is, you react poorly. This is something he has learned many times over, coming to see you more than once to find you pouting about being less than perfection in someone else’s eyes thanks to the high standards you hold yourself to. 

If he’s honest though, his mind is barely focused on the comforting part of his “sometimes boyfriend” duties. He’s more interested in how you look right now, his head turned to see your chest heave with little petulant sobs and your palms pressed against your warm cheeks. The physical manifestations of your frustration look like glitter trailing down your face in the evening light, leaving the tips of your fingers glistening and wet while you wipe them away. Without thinking, he reaches across your body and moves your hands, wiping away what you couldn’t get with his thumb.

“I could trap him in the void if that would make you feel better?”

A giggle followed by another sob bubbles out of you and Gojo feels pinned to the ground, the weight of his own desire for you in this vulnerable state borderline frustrating. Seeing your girlfriend cry and sob and whine should not make you hard yet here he is, tip of his dick begging to press against the seam of his sweatpants. 

“No, it’s okay. I’m just being a baby.”

You are, but you’re his baby and he will not stand for you crying over someone or something else. He’ll just have to give you something to cry about instead, unable to hold back any longer, simmering desire turning into something bubbling over.

“Hey, look at me”

Rolling from his back onto all fours, his knees touch the carpeted floor and his palms are planted on either side of your head, framing your pretty face from his perspective. A shimmering tear trails over your cheek that leaves a wet trail behind it, your skin damp and dewy. The tip of your nose shines, your eyes are red rimmed, but Satoru finds it irresistible and always has. The reasons why aren’t a mystery to him, given how badly he wants you regularly but the blood rushes from his cheeks downward to his cock more quickly than he anticipated when he’s faced with you like this - needy and ripe for his picking. He’s half-hard thanks to nothing but the sight of your teary eyes. What an effect to have on someone who could bring the world to its knees if he were to wake up one morning and choose to do so.

“You look so good like this,” he croons and you squirm beneath him, a poor attempt to free yourself from the weight of his gaze. There’s nowhere for you to run or hide. You can’t play off his desire as a show when it’s just the two of you and he moves his knee to wedge it between your barely parted thighs. 

Your palms press against his chest, legs kicking out pathetically around him. All it takes is a bend of his elbows and your chests are practically pressed together. Is it difficult to breathe because he’s so close or because you want him so badly? The tips of your noses touch and he dips his face, making you pucker in anticipation of his lips coming to claim a kiss from yours. 

“Satoru,” you whine, mouth still half puckered in preparation for a kiss that doesn’t appear to be coming. “What are you doing?”

This draws a laugh from him, his tongue darting out of his mouth to brush against your cheek and the side of your mouth. The tear that left at trail is gone, a salty taste across his tongue, his mind associating that taste with nothing but you. His cock jumps in response.

“It’s always Satoru this, Satoru that, ohhhhh Satoru!” He mocks you lightheartedly, tone jumping into something nasally in his best impression of your higher pitched voice, the one he hears when his fingers are pressing deep inside of you. “Can’t I make you feel better like this too?”

Another tear falls from your eyes, following the same path as the one before it, settling in the cradle of your lips. Gojo leans down and kisses you on the mouth, tongue pressing against the seam of your lips to soak up every bit of the tear that remains. Your saliva mixes with his, your tears, the viscosities mixing into something more erotic than you could have imagined. Thin and sticky, just like the nectar that seeps from your cunt and drenches the cotton gusset of your panties that is wedged between your folds while you kiss him.

“Just let me…” he breathes between your lips, tongue slipping against yours. Even his voice is higher than usual, laced with desire and need you do not understand and are not about to question. “Let me do this.”

You hope he realizes that you aren’t “letting” him do anything, mind spinning in dizzying circles with every tear that runs down your cheek and hits your lips that he’s quick to take for himself. This is just as enjoyable for you as it is for him, one of his hands moving from the side of your head downward to your hip, playing with the waistband of your shorts. Your hips cant upward and he smiles against your mouth, your neediness more obvious than ever while reaching to grasp the back of his neck and hold him against you. He stops you, the palm on your hip pressing your ass back down to the ground. 

“Have any more for me?” Satoru’s chest heaves when he asks, breath leaving him in warm puffs that live and die against your mouth. “You’re so pretty when you cry, baby, can you blame me?”

His tongue darts out again and he licks up anything that may have been neglected in his haste, the muscle running over the seam of your lips and the plushness of both lower and top. A moan, wet and breathy, leaves you and another round of fresh tears follow the path of the others before them. You want to argue with him, well aware of how you look with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks, but your pussy aches and clit throbs in response to him. The words you want to say wouldn’t make themselves appear even if you tried harder to find them than you are now.

“Come on baby, gimme some more.” His encouragement makes you sniffle and his hand sinks below the waistband of your shorts and panties, fingertips trailing downward until they press against the sticky cleft of your pussy. “Just a little more and then I’ll make it better, okay?”

Nodding, you glance up at him and the shine of unshed tears makes him growl low in his throat. His fingers spread your folds open beneath your clothing and wetness soaks his fingers, tongue searching your face for wetness that can match what he is feeling right now. The mix of tears and saliva and your arousal are too much and he cannot wait any longer, pressing his knee against your clothed mound.

“Don’t stop crying for me,” he begs and you nod again, acquiescing to all of his requests as usual. You grind into the hardness of his knee and he chuckles, glad he followed his instincts to keep you here and like this, the kind of girl who will gladly cry and grind against a thigh if it means she feels better. 

“I’ll make you feel better,” he assures with a chant against your lips, words interrupted with the sounds of how insatiable for one another the two of you are, smacking and sliding and pants and moans. 

As if you don’t already.

#sadist bf <3 masochist gf #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #kendall writes #satoken

[markberries]

feelings ﹒ jw

synopsis ﹕ the best way to deal with your crush on jeon wonwoo was to avoid him at all costs. now that you're stuck having dinner with him alone, there was no way out.

genre + ﹕fluff, slight comedy, idol!wonwoo, non idol!reader, best friend + matchmaker mingyu, fem reader, reader has a big crush on wonu lol, reader is also an awkward mess, the TINIESTTT bit of angst but that's because reader overthinks a lot

wc ﹕3k

warnings ﹕reader is kinda insecure + compares herself to others

there he was, in all his glory, black hair neatly styled with a simple outfit that consisted of grey sweats and a black t-shirt.

“here’s your chance! go talk to him,” mingyu pushes you in the direction of your crush. you awkwardly stumble over your feet, nearly falling. your crush, jeon wonwoo, whips his head towards you.

your heartbeat grows louder, your ears growing hot as you quickly turn around to avoid eye contact.

“what are you doing? go over there,” mingyu eggs you on even more, making your stomach do uncomfortable flips.

yes — you had a crush. as dumb as it sounds, you’ve been absolutely infatuated with jeon wonwoo ever since the day you met him. your best friend, kim mingyu, has been trying to set the two of you up for ages.

unfortunately for you, you could never muster up the courage to even look in wonwoo’s direction. even if he tried to strike up a conversation as you waited for mingyu outside the practice room, you always found a way to avoid him or keep the talk short. you would say it’s one of the worst traits about you.

of course you want to talk to wonwoo, ask how he is or be able to grow closer to him, but you couldn’t. your anxiety would overpower you, resulting in awkward stuttering or statements that didn’t even make sense. or in the worst case scenario, you would find a way to basically run away to do something else if you saw him coming your way.

“i can’t,” you fix your outfit self-consciously, straightening out your pencil skirt. mingyu ruffles your hair playfully, sending you in full panic mode to adjust it.

“he’s coming over here,” mingyu states, drinking out of his water bottle. your eyes grow wide, shambling to stand side by side with mingyu. he smiles, trying to hold back a laugh.

mingyu was right, wonwoo was walking towards you two. you can’t move, your feet feel planted in place as a hundred thoughts race through your mind. wonwoo’s face lights up as he gets closer.

“y/n, nice to see you,” he greets you, earning a nervous smile from you. mingyu elbows your side subtly, reminding you to say something.

“hi,” you say quietly, making you internally face palm at yourself. he looks so pretty even after dancing for hours, his forehead glistening with sweat and his skin glowing. he adjusts his black rimmed glasses, pushing them up. you can’t help but admire him, his brown orbs fixate on you as you continue to stare.

mingyu clears his throat, wonwoo’s eyes flicking towards his direction instead. “y/n and i were just about to go get food.”

“yum yum,” you say out of nervousness. you cringe at yourself.

you shift your attention to mingyu, who is already looking at you with a smug grin.

“y/n is really hungry but sadly i’m really tired and i just want to sleep,” mingyu tells wonwoo, with a fake frown on his face as he keeps his eyes on you. you furrow your brows, glaring at him with an ‘i’m going to kill you’ look. leave it up to kim mingyu to try and play matchmaker with every opportunity he gets his grip on.

“oh,” wonwoo says, “i don’t mind going with you, y/n.”

you step on mingyu’s foot, making him wince in pain. thankfully, wonwoo didn’t notice.

you clasp your hands together, “actually i–”

“great! hope you guys have fun,” mingyu pushes you again, and you almost land straight on the floor. thankfully, wonwoo’s fast reflexes catch both of your shoulders as mingyu runs away to talk to minghao like a little kid.

wonwoo’s touch has your entire face heating up as he looks at you with concerned eyes. “are you okay?”

your breath hitches, straightening your posture quickly while avoiding eye contact. the amount of anxiety coursing throughout your body was unbearable, you could barely even talk to wonwoo. how were you going to sit and have a meal with him alone?

“yeah, i’m fine,” you spew out a white lie. you two begin walking to the back exit of the building to avoid being seen by fans, wonwoo’s keys jingling inside his pocket. you’re nervously obsessing over what to say, or if you should speak at all.

the lights of the building hum quietly, but it’s barely audible as conversations from many different people tune it out. wonwoo adjusts his hair and puts on a face mask, giving you a chance to steal a glance at him. his presence alone has your heart skipping beats, as you imagine all the possible outcomes of your small little outing together.

you reach the exit, wonwoo politely holding the door out for you. your lingering embarrassment still has a hold on you, making you stare at the ground and mutter a “thank you” in a small voice.

“is there a restaurant you have in mind?” wonwoo’s voice breaks the silence, making a small part of you jump. he sticks his hands inside of his pockets, still walking alongside you, but head fully turned towards your way.

“no, you can choose,” you try to reply in the sweetest voice you could find within your vocal chords.

his face lights up, “hm, let’s go to homulang then. it has ramen, katsu, a lot of japanese cuisine. is that okay with you?”

you respond with the nod of your head, butterflies erupting within you because you were merely walking with him. no one else, just the two of you. you were still slightly irritated with mingyu because you knew that the only things coming out of your mouth would be short sentences every once in a while, or nothing at all.

you truly couldn’t help it, after all, wonwoo has millions of fans all over the world and probably a lot of other idols who find him cute. insecurity would eat you up constantly with the thought of dating wonwoo, or even just trying to explain how you feel to him. he’s also way too busy, you didn’t want to trouble him with anything else.

it’s still quite early in the evening, 6:14 pm to be exact. the sun shines down onto the pavement, clouds scattered in the blue sky. you walk by civilians on the street, no one paying attention to you two as your feet pat against the gray concrete. the cars driving past you result in a slight breeze, but it’s satisfying in the hot weather.

you feel the urge to run away building up inside of you. there’s only one thing going through your mind; holy shit, i’m hanging out with wonwoo! you feel self conscious just standing next to him, wanting to cover your face or wrap your arms around yourself.

once the restaurant is in your field of vision, you grow more tense. you straighten out your posture, adjusting your hair. he reaches out to open the door for you once again, letting you inside first. the waiting area is crowded, which means you have to stay close to wonwoo. you feel his hand rest against your back, causing you to swallow harshly.

the hostess greets the two of you with a smile, her eyes lingering on wonwoo as he removes his mask.

“table for two, please,” wonwoo tells her politely. her face lights up, grabbing a hold of two menus.

“great! right this way please.”

gosh, it feels like everything is finally beginning to sit within you. you’re going to be sitting here, with wonwoo. talking. for at least an hour. you feel sick just admitting it.

he pulls your chair out for you, and you can’t say you’re surprised. you didn’t fall for him solely for his good looks, in fact, you very well loved how much of a polite person he was.

the hostess walks away, bright smiles directed to wonwoo only. you awkwardly bite the inside of your cheek, taking note of how gorgeous she looked. wonwoo didn’t seem to pay much attention to her longing gaze though, just casually opening the menu.

“oh my god! y/n?”

a voice startles you. it doesn’t make it any better since your senses are heightened due to the amount of anxiety pitting inside of you. your head snaps towards the voice, and you’re staring up at a woman with long black hair and a grin.

“seoyeon,” you breathe out, standing up to give her a hug. wonwoo watches your interaction in silence, grazing his fingertips along the plastic menu.

“it’s so great to see you! you look so different, in a good way! you’re so pretty,” she gushes. you can’t help but shyly look down, bowing your head slightly to thank her.

“you look great, too. by the way, this is wonwoo,” you introduce him, making his eyes shoot up to hers.

“nice to meet you,” he says.

seoyeon was an old friend of yours from high school — she was well adored by everyone and not to mention extremely desired. you wouldn’t say you were the best of friends with her, but you were quite close.

“oh sorry, am i interrupting something?” she inquires innocently. you open your mouth for a moment, awkwardly looking between the two of them and waving your hands.

“n-no,” you’re able to stutter out. “but other than that, what brings you here?”

she points to her name tag sitting upon the shirt of her uniform. “y’know, duty calls! but i’ll leave the two of you alone now. let me know when you’re leaving though! i want to talk to you again.”

she waves goodbye, walking to another customer’s table. that leaves you with no one other than wonwoo. you look at him for a moment, his eyes already on you. you force yourself to look back down, but you can see the small smile he has on his face from the corner of your eye.

he exhales softly, “what are you getting?”

you don’t say anything for a second. oh no, is this a test? is he asking me to see if we have things of similar interest? what if i answer wrong? i should say i’m getting the prawns— wait no, he hates seafood!

“i think i’m going to get the pork cutlet,” you answer firmly. wonwoo lets out a small chuckle, which sounds like absolute music to your ears.

“it’s just me, don’t worry. you can be yourself.”

that was the problem, it’s just him. the guy you’ve been crushing on for years. you can’t just be normal, because every time you try to even say something to him, you feel like wrapping yourself in a dozen blankets and hiding forever.

you’re so caught up in your own thoughts you accidentally knock over your cup of water, not even registering it at first. it’s not until wonwoo’s gripping at the napkins, scrambling to clean up the mess, is when you finally notice it.

your eyes widen, standing up in your chair as you try to help him. you could just cry right now, not only were you terrible at conversation starters, but you utterly embarrassed yourself in front of wonwoo.

“i’m so sorry,” your voice shakes, wiping aggressively at the dripping water.

“it’s okay,” wonwoo tries to reassure you while standing to assist in cleaning. in your mind, it’s just the gentleman in wonwoo trying to not make you feel bad. there’s just too much happening around you, it makes you want to burst into tears.

“i’m sorry,” you repeat yourself, hands shaking.

“y/n,” he says softly, all while placing his hand on yours. “i promise it’s okay.”

his kindness makes you calm down a bit. after about three more “i’m sorry's”, and wiping the remaining water, you sit back down.

wonwoo adjusts his glasses once more when he takes his seat again, trying to see if you were still shaken up. you know that he doesn’t understand why you’re so on edge, but you can tell that he’s trying to make you feel better. in reality, you’re just overthinking absolutely every movement you make.

you are aware that this dinner would feel like hell for you, even if you were spending time with the one guy you hold admiration for. it didn’t matter, because you were already here. you were sure that if you came up with a lame excuse to leave, wonwoo would see straight through your lie.

so whether you like it or not, you were going to have to power through this.

—

surprisingly, tonight was not that bad. in fact, you and wonwoo ended up staying at the restaurant for longer than one hour. you learned a lot about him, some things you already knew, but others you didn’t.

he talked about how initially, he was a vocalist. it wasn’t until people commented on how good his rapping was, did he start to look more into it. he told you all of his book recommendations when he heard you loved to read, and although you couldn’t completely get over your nerves, you still had a good time.

“thank you for uh, coming to get food with me,” you tell wonwoo awkwardly, waiting for the bill to arrive.

“it was fun. i hope you talk to me more in the future though, because i thought you disliked me,” he admits. your eyes widen, shaking your head.

“no, no! it’s not that.. i’m just.. bad at talking,” you half lie, mumbling quietly. wonwoo lets out a sigh of relief, “that makes me feel a bit better.”

the reason it was a half lie was because you were bad at talking, just only to wonwoo. with the other members you were fine, but every time he came up to you, it felt like all your speaking abilities would run out the door.

your waitress finally comes back with the bill, bringing a card machine with her. you open up your bag, taking your debit card out.

“i’ll pay,” wonwoo offers, also holding one of his cards out.

“please don’t, i’ll feel really bad if you do,” you immediately decline his offer. you reach to tap your card on the machine, but wonwoo is faster. he beats you to it, thanking the waitress.

“hey! i said don’t!”

wonwoo shrugs his shoulders, “you’ll pay next time then.”

his words affect you in two different ways. on one side, you’re squealing internally because wonwoo is actually interested in hanging out with you again. on the other side, you’re overthinking everything, wondering if you’re going to embarrass yourself like today.

the both of you gather your things to leave, walking to the door. you tell wonwoo you have to say goodbye to your friend first though, walking towards seoyeon who is organizing receipts at one of the registers.

“hi, i’m about to go,” you pipe up, making her look towards you.

“oh! before you leave, i wanted to ask about your friend, wonwoo,” she informs you. your heart beats a little faster, dreading what she is about to ask.

“is there anything going on between the two of you? because you know.. he’s really good looking..”

of course seoyeon was interested in wonwoo. after all, that was just your luck. and you couldn’t really lie to her, that would be unfair to both her and him. because no matter how you look at it, there really wasn’t anything going on between the two of you. you were just friends. or at least, wonwoo thought so.

all you had was a crush on wonwoo, a crush that you were never able to build up confidence to pursue. this was quite literally the only time you and him had gotten to spend time together alone. plus, you believe seoyeon and wonwoo would be great together. you’re too awkward and can barely speak to him, and she’s so confident.

so as much as it pains you to answer, you shake your head no.

“oh thank goodness, i didn’t want you to think of me as a homewrecker or anything,” she laughs. she quickly writes her number on a napkin, handing it to you. you reluctantly take it, cursing yourself for not having enough courage to confess to him.

you quickly say your goodbyes, leaving the restaurant to find wonwoo. he’s standing outside, waiting for you as you walk out.

“you’re choosing the place next time, by the way,” he states. you nod your head, holding the napkin in your hand.

“what’s that?” he asks you. you stare down at it, getting more upset with yourself by the second.

“my friend wanted me to give me your number,” you breathe out, “she asked me if there was something going on between us.. i said no and she asked me to give you this.”

“oh, i see,” wonwoo replies, almost sounding disappointed. you begin to panic again.

“i’m sorry! i should’ve said that you don’t have time for dating or that you um.. you weren’t interested, but i didn’t give her any of your information so don’t worry.”

“it’s not that,” he tells you, taking the napkin from your hand and folding it neatly. “i just thought that there was something going on. with us.”

“oh,” is the first thing that pops up in your head. you don’t even notice what he said at first, only being thankful that he wasn’t mad at you for trying to set him up with a friend of yours.

but then it hits you.

“...oh.”

you’re honestly at a loss for words. he had to be joking, god, you really hoped this was some really cruel joke. if it wasn’t, that means wonwoo was somewhat interested in you, and actually perceived you as a person (something you did not want).

“um.. ah.. wow.. you’re cool! wait— not just cool, i really like you, wait no, not really like you. like normal person like you. no that’s not right either, i like you more than just normal person liking!”

he can’t help but stifle a laugh, placing an arm over your shoulder. you stand frozen, eyes wide while he looks down to you. when the hell did his face get that close?

“i know you do,” he smiles.

“but i thought you thought i disliked you?”

“well,” he starts as you two start walking in the direction of the dorms, “i decided all those times you were avoiding me or having trouble speaking were either because you hated me, or you liked me.. you told me otherwise, hence why i know you have a little crush on me.”

you go silent, the nerves taking over you once again. wonwoo knew? and not only that, wonwoo didn’t find it weird. in fact, he actually reciprocated your feelings. you’re too busy trying to wrap your head around everything that you don’t realize how he presses a quick peck to your forehead.

when you do come to terms with it, your face and ears begin to heat up. your heart is racing, your entire head on cloud nine. wonwoo smiles to himself, proud that he made you flustered.

“oh my god,” you whisper to yourself.

“i’ll kiss you for real, next time.”

“oh okay— wait, what?”

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[mmoonpies]

Request for Rowan having such a big crush on reader and literally every single person in the entire school and town knows except her.

ahh this is basically a lot of rambling, but i really wanted to write something fluffy. so thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy &lt;3

rowan laslow, in one word, was a wallflower. he stayed close to the walls, keeping his distance from the crowds and isolating himself from them when needed.

despite how much he kept his distance, you were the one thing to keep his attention. as if you were a light guiding him, rowan wanted nothing more than to wrap his fingers around you and hold him close to his chest and claim you as his own.

you, in one word, were lovely. brown hue's followed your every move as your eyes brightened, a smile forming on your lips while your fingers delicately spread to wave at xavier. your other hand was wrapped around a cardboard to-go cup, clearly from the weathervane.

rowan could only watch through the rim of his glasses as your weight shifted between your feet, arms slightly swinging as you walked closer towards xavier.

at this moment, rowan disappeared, nervous and skitterish as he walks back towards his next classroom with his heart racing within in his chest. he can faintly hear your voice as you begin to talk with xavier.

"come on, be serious," you rolled your eyes at xavier's insinuation, shoving him as he lets out a small laugh. "you're telling me that, rowan laslow, the 'outcast of outcasts' likes me? you're sick, xavier."

"what do you mean?! i'm 100% serious right now." xavier declares in response, rolling his eyes as you scoff and shake your head. "you're the idiot for not seeing it when literally everyone else knows."

you simply shoot up your middle finger in response as you turn your head away from him, a small playful smile playing on your lips. xavier simply shoves you before flipping you off as well, walking away from you onto his next class.

your head is almost reeling as xavier's voice plays in the back of your mind. you roll your eyes as you realise how ridiculous he sounds, clearly wanting to pull a prank on you - it's just who he is.

you walk into your class as you break away from your thoughts, briefly glancing at rowan sitting in the front row, already organised and prepared before the second bell even rings. your lips curl into an amused smile as you walk past him, not noticing the way his eyes follow you until you sit down at your allocated desk.

as soon as you sit down and rowan's eyes peel away from you, you angle your body slightly towards him. you know it's only xavier practically 'manipulating' you to think about rowan, yet you rest your cheek on your fist and look over at him.

you almost felt infatuated by the sight of him; it's only now that you realise how pretty rowan truly is. his features were soft yet defined, the childish nerdy-like personality hidden by the striking features displayed on his face.

the light shining through the glass panes forming the greenhouse you're seated in reflects off the black and gold patterns embedded into the frame of his glasses. the turtle-like pattern faintly reflects onto the back of his hand as it rests on the desk.

the bridge of his glasses rested against the protruding bridge of his nose, slowly but surely slipping as he keeps his head down. his skin resembles a milky colour, decorated with brown moles that are evenly scattered across his arms.

his hair is neatly threaded in an even side part, yet, a few strands of hair drop past the middle of his forehead. you can see the hesitance built up within his body gather in his fingertips as his eyes gently flicker across his desk, finally sensing someone's eyes on him.

you quickly look away as he finally turns his head towards you before turning back the other way once he realised you weren't looking at him. your eyes smoothly glide back over to him, having him pique your curiosity. his cheeks are now simmering with the faintest shade of pink, his face almost hidden from your view as he hides his cheeks with his palms.

you don't give it a second thought, turning away from him.

the smell of roasting coffee beans brought you comfort as you sit in a booth with enid, half-mindlessly listening to her ramble on about something. your eyes wander over to where tyler stands behind the counter, foaming milk and watching the thermometer carefully.

"how's it going with rowan?" enid suddenly inquires, almost making you choke on your spit, looking at her with an incredulous look. "what? did i say something wrong?"

you shake your head before pulling back, picking the cup back up in your hands and taking a sip. you silently wait for her to elaborate, watching as she hesitates before speaking slowly.

"you know...rowan likes you and literally everyone else knows..." she waits for you to confirm but you only shake your head and shrug. "do you seriously not know?"

as soon as enid's sentence trails off, tyler walks over, two mugs in his hands. you quietly thank him as he places the drinks down, offering you a generous smile.

"hey tyler, rowan likes y/n, right?" enid asks, giving you a mischievous yet smug look. you roll your eyes, grasping the cup and feeling comfort wash over you from the radiating heat cradled between the palms of your hands.

"yeah of course," tyler agrees, shrugging while slightly shaking his head as if she was dumb. "he's started to come in and order what you usually do, i assumed you guys were... y'know."

you stare up at tyler with disbelief, switching between enid and tyler with your mouth open. you shake your head and place your cup back down, accusingly pointing at the two of them.

"stop. i know you two are lying because of xavier, right?"

enid lays her palms across the table, the dull thud of the impact making you look around before focusing back on her. you slightly pull your head back at her intense glare, hunching your shoulders as she points a finger at you. tyler raises his eyebrows before taking a step back, raising his arms in a defensive manner.

"are you insane? literally, everyone knows but you!" she exclaims, looking at you as if you were crazy. "well, man up and go ask him!"

"no!" you exclaim back at her, looking back at her as if she were the one who was crazy. "are you insane?! I've never talked to that man in my life."

"so you don't like him?"

"i didn't say that," you mumble, crossing your arms and leaning back in the booth with a heavy sigh. enid just smiles knowingly and takes a sip of her own drink.

"exactly."

"fuck you."

you slide out of the booth and grab your cup, beckoning for enid to leave with you. irritation runs thick at enid's smug and knowing smile as she stands up beside you and giggles, making you roll your eyes once more. you keep your head down as you walk towards the exit, finally considering the possibility that what they were telling you was true.

but, how could he? you'd never held a conversation with him, only offering simple words or questions. he had never even said you're own name to you; even if he did have a crush on you, it would probably be superficial, his perspective on you made up and far apart from the real you.

the wind in your chest is almost knocked out of you as your body slams against something or someone, a burning heat flushing over your hands and arms as your body recoils back.

you finally raise your head, eyes wide as you come face to face with rowan laslow, standing there dripping with your drink. his arms are bent at the elbow, held out to the side of his body as he keeps his head down, looking down at his chest where your drink had splashed against him.

"oh my god," you whisper before frantically racing over to grab napkins from the table next to you. "oh my god, i'm so sorry rowan oh my, are you okay?!"

enid helps you by grabbing napkins, and feeding them to you as rowan can only silently watch everything go down. his mouth keeps opening and closing as your hands run over his body, dabbing the napkins against the already staining beverage.

you stand back up and look at him, eyebrows furrowed upwards as worry creases over your face, eyes scanning his own face. his cheeks are flushed red as he stares at you, yet, you brush it off as embarrassment.

"rowan, are you okay? i didn't hurt you, did i?" the worry in your voice and on your face makes his chest swell, knowing that it's for him. "rowan?"

"um, yeah," he mumbles, still staring at you as if you weren't real. "yeah! yeah, I'm okay."

you take a step back, resting the back of your hand against your forehead as you sigh. the stain on his clothes just is not going away, seeping further into the material as it dries.

"fuck rowan, i'm so sorry," you desperately apologise, staring down at the ruined and wet napkins in your hands. "it's not coming out - shit!."

"it's okay," rowan senses your distress, wiping his hands on his pants and smiling at you. "it'll come out when i wash them, it's okay!"

you close your eyes, almost feeling like you want to cry from guilt. you pinch the bridge of your nose and shake your head before sighing and throwing the napkins out. enid pats your shoulder comfortingly, whispering 'it's okay' before throwing out the rest of the napkins.

"can i make it up to you? um, we can go back to my dorm and clean your shirt up, i feel really bad. i'm so sorry, rowan." rowan lets out a small chuckle and you swear it's the prettiest laugh you've ever heard.

"yes! rowan, you're coming with us to y/n's dorm," enid immediately butts in before rowan can even begin to think of formulating a response. "come on!"

rowan's in disbelief; unable to even process what was happening as he stands in your dorm room. enid had recently left because she "had things to do," leaving you and rowan alone in your room.

rowan peels off his hoodie to your request, his shirt trailing up below his waistline. you try to not stare at the exposed skin, cheeks warming at the sight before you quickly avert your eyes. rowan awkwardly hands over his hoodie, watching you dump it in the water-filled sink, leaving it to soak.

"i know you're probably sick of hearing me say it, but i truly am sorry," you repeat once more as you beckon for him to sit above your closed toilet, wetting a washcloth. "i should've been looking and-"

"forgive me for interrupting, but, y/n, i promise it's fine," he quietly comforts you, despite feeling awkward sitting in your bathroom. you offer him a gentle smile before gripping his wrist so softly it makes his skin tingle.

you slide the cool washcloth over his arm, soothing the pink skin. you both bask in the quiet as you care for him, alleviating the burning sensation over his arm. the moment is tender; cheeks warm as your eyes constantly search for the others, yet, they tentatively drop back down to the floor once they meet.

you drop his arm before holding the other in your hand once more, running the washcloth over it. you're both in an almost dissociative state, hardly unable to gather your thoughts as the other sits in your company. the one sentence you both unknowingly share is:

what a weird first interaction.

once you're sure his skin has calmed down, you press a gentle fingertip to the tender skin, carefully studying his expression as you search for even a glimpse of pain. yet, his face is calm, held with such content that it makes your chest swell with warmth.

his eyes flicker over to yours at the first indication of you staring, holding your gaze. you let your fingertips glide back down his arm, landing on his wrist before dropping his arm. his spine shivers at the soft feeling of your fingertips dancing across his arm, cheeks growing warmer.

"rowan," you whisper, keeping your eyes on him. "do you like me?"

his heart skips a beat, his stomach feeling hollow as his eyes widen. his lips part softly as he tries to rack his mind for an explanation, fingers twitching as he hesitates to answer you. he only looks away, sucking in a harsh breath as your hands decide to rest on his knees.

"rowan?" you gently coax, sliding your hands further up his knees. his cheeks are almost crimson, heart thumping against his ribcage.

"yes..." his confession is so quiet you almost don't hear it, his head still turned away from you. "yes i do."

you're silent for a moment, humming in response as your hands slide off him. you stand up, quietly hanging up the damp washcloth as you try to think of how to approach your next move. rowan's palms grow clammy as sweat drips from his pores, anticipation and anxiety swirling in his chest.

you turn around to face him, leaning your hands behind you on the basin. you smile at how nervous he looks, a gentle warmth glowing in your chest, just for him.

"how about we just start with a date?"

his eyes are wide, cheeks radiating warmth as they practically glow red. his mouth opens before closing, a shy smile spreading across his lips as he looks down at the floor before looking back up at you, his voice soft as he speaks.

"i'd really like that."

#rowan laslow #rowan laslow x reader #rowan laslow fluff #rowan laslow x reader fluff #enid sinclair #tyler galpin #wednesday #wednesday series #rowan x reader #rowan x reader fluff

[blakeswritingimagines]

It's getting hot in here (Kinktober day 7)

Warnings: Shower sex, Size kink, Teasing, Fem reader

Word count: 1.7k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Vikings characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

You had been busy all day practicing and helping out wherever you could, nearly down to the bone until you went back to your shared home sighing as you started to undress leaving you bare as you made your way toward the bathroom. Starting the shower before you got in and let out a soft moan at how the hot water felt not knowing how soon Bjorn would also be home. Bjorn returned home, having been traveling all day to negotiate peace between various villages. He entered the shared house and removed his cloak. As he looked around, he heard you in the shower. His body, tired but not enough to miss this moment, begins to stir. He crept to the bathroom. He came home from a long day and saw the bathroom light on as he got closer. Curious to the reason, he approached the bathroom and noticed you in the shower. Surprised, he stepped in behind you, his hands roaming over your soapy body. "Hello, my small sweet~".

You smiled and turned to see your husband. "Hello, my love. I was not expecting you to come home so soon." You giggled before turning around to continue cleaning the soap off your body. You didn't notice Bjorn sneaking to the tub, the surprise caught you off guard. "What's the plan for the evening, my King?" You asked acting coy and innocent as you took the bottle of shampoo and squirted some more into your palm to rinse your hair. He started cleaning the soap off your body with his larger hands and washing your back before placing the bottle down. His hands return to your body, this time much more… intimate. "The plan is simple love," he said with a sly grin, his fingers rubbing your hips where you stood. "You are going… to make me feel good." He chuckled, kissing the side of your face. "As your king, it is my duty to keep you satisfied, my love. And a king must do what he must." He said, his hands sliding back to your body as he grabbed you around your hips, pulling you against him enjoying how much smaller you were. "Besides, I could use some stress relief," he says, nibbling on your earlobe.

You shivered when Bjorn began to touch your body more intimately. Your breaths became quicker than you were thinking now. You knew you wanted to please your King, but you hadn't expected him to be this forward about it. "My King…" You moaned his name, and a deep and husky voice escaped your throat. Your body arched towards him, almost touching his but you were still in the shower "You… can't do this here… someone might come in-" You tried to speak. Before you finished, your voice was muffled by Bjorn's lips. He chuckled and kissed your neck. "We live far away from anyone. No one will come in here." He said, his free hand roaming over your curves. "Besides, I've heard you complain about how your body is sore from the training… don't worry about it. You'll be too distracted to think about that." He spoke in your ear, nibbling along your neck. His fingers trace the rim of your hips, pulling you against him. He smirked, kissing you on your neck. "Oh, but I can sweetheart. They probably won't come in but even if they do… It is my duty as king to please you at any opportunity." He said, his hands slipping down to your hips, caressing your butt. "Besides, aren't you curious about how it would feel to play in here?" He asked, his voice growing deep and husky as well. "What if they don't come in for an hour~"

You couldn't help but moan again when he caressed your body, and especially your hips and butt squeezing teasingly. You felt yourself growing wet and warm. His rough fingers felt so good against your skin. "Bjorn…" You let out a soft hum. "I don't know-" You said before he cut you off with a kiss. Your body moved on its own, matching the movements of his hips. You looked down to see yourself practically dancing to his tune. You felt so out of control and loved every single moment of it. "Hmmm…" You moaned his name when his mouth found its way to your neck again. "I suppose a little fun wouldn't hurt then.." You purred in his ear, your mouth found his, and started to kiss passionately as your body leaned onto him. You started to caress his chest, wanting to touch him, wanting to feel more pleasure. "So the King's duty is to please his Queen..? If, that is the case then… I suppose I should help you with your duties, my King," you mumbled with a husky voice. "Mmm, I suppose it is." He moaned, your hand playing along his chest. He pressed his lips against your neck, nibbling along as his hand held your hips. His fingers begin to trace your sensitive areas as his other hand slides through your hair. "I can't wait to see how much you'll please me~" He whispered in your ear. He smiled as he heard you moan and felt your body move with his. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he kissed you back, his tongue darting along your lips and dancing with yours. He chuckled at your reply. "I can assure you, Queen, that I take these duties very seriously," he said, his hands roaming over your backside and finding their way to lift you up pressing you against the shower wall. "I suppose you have the right to see just how seriously I take them."

You laughed softly as Bjorn lifted you up with ease and pressed you against the wall. You felt the water dripping from your body landing on his skin and the cold tile wall behind you. Your body pressed heavily against him. "Oh my… this is-" You said, in between kisses. Your words were cut off by a deep and lustful moaning. You were practically speechless. Every bit of your body begged and begged to be touched again. He knew you wanted it, you wanted him. This was your King and no one else had the right to touch you. You couldn't help but let out moans of pleasure. This was wrong, right? You were your King's wife after all, but who cared? There was nothing to lose from a little fun with your husband. It was normal. You were Queen and you could do whatever you wanted, right? You let out a soft hum. "Yes, my love. I wish to please my king." You said, your voice low and husky. "Please… use me. Use your Queen however you want. I'm yours to rule." You said it with pride. He bit his lip as he heard your words, his breathing becoming quicker. "Such a good Queen you are. I do so love a woman who knows her place. So eager and willing to please… I might just take you up on that offer." He spoke roughly into your ear, his hands sliding over your thighs and pulling you closer as your legs wrapped around his waist, a grin on his face. His kisses become more intense, his tongue teasing your lips as he nibbled on your lower lip. He chuckled at your words, his mouth finding its way along your neck. His hands roam over your curves, pressing your body against the cold wall. He smiled and whispered in your ear. "You're my good girl," he said and lifted you up a little higher. "I'm not going to use you, as you say. No, I'm going to take my time and make my beauty all nice and ready for her King." He said, nibbling on your ear.

Your fingers tangled in Bjorn's hair as your moaning turned into heavy breathing. You could hear his voice mixed with the sound of water drops hitting the floor of the shower making your whole body tingle. "Bjorn… oh god… oh gods…. I want you now." You said in a breathy tone, the words barely came out of your mouth. He bit his lower lip taking in the sight of water racing down your body, the sound of your voice making his heart race, his mouth moving from your lips to your neck, his teeth nibbling along the curve of your neck. His free hand travels down to your thighs, his fingers dancing along the inside of your thighs before dragging his fingertips across your slit barely pushing his fingers into your pussy as his mouth and tongue begin to slowly move its way downward. He smiled as you tugged on his hair, your moans only fueling his own desire. He pressed his body closer up against yours, his hands roaming over your body. He whispered in your ear. "You want it now? You want it right here? Right as the water drips from your wet body?" He teased, his mouth trailing along your neck as he held you close against the wall.

Tilting your head slightly to give him more access to your neck, wanting him to bite your neck to leave marks as always. You gripped his hair, pulling him even closer to you. You felt the warm water dripping from your body, and in your mind, you were already wet. You moved your hands to his hips trying to make him get started, wanting to feel his hard body. "I want you now. Take me… My King." You said, your voice sounded both tired and passionate at the same time. You nodded your head in response to all of his questions. "Yes, yes…" You breathed heavily, wanting your king to touch and feel your body. You wanted it badly. Every bit of you was desperate to be touched by him. "Now, Bjorn…. I don’t think I can wait any longer." You said in between the heavy breaths. Your fingers tugged on his blonde hair once more. He growled in response to your words, nibbling hard on your neck as he ran his hands along your body, feeling your curves. "You want it bad, my Queen? Well, you're going to get it." He said, his lips finding yours again in a passionate kiss. His hands continue to explore your body, he gripped his cock in his hand teasing you before he thrusted into you. you feel how his large cock was pressing into your tight pussy, a prolonged slide of warmth and need spreading around your walls when you raise your hips for him, although this wasn't the first time you got split open by Bjorn, you never fail to notice the clear differences between your bodies, he's larger, as well as stronger.

The feeling of your hands tugging on his hair only makes him bite and kiss harder before he mumbles out with another growl. "Such a perfect little pussy meant to take my large cock." "Bjorn..." You moaned his name as his hands move and explore your body. You were desperate to have him now. You couldn't think of anything but this moment. The moment you become one with him. "Yes, my King, Please...." You begged and begged.

#bjorn ironside x reader #vikings bjorn #bjorn lothbrok #bjorn #bjorn ironside #vikings #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

[lychgate]

Oh heck, my apologies (for not proofreading and/or being specific)

I was thinking more about like how do you figure out lighting, colour picking and the methods you use to finish up a piece. I was also really curious about your favourite anatomy tips and how you do so many dynamic poses.

Uhh tl;dr

I am fuckin stupid and I'm sorry

Lighting, colour picking, methods for putting the colours down, anatomy tips, and how do you do dynamic posing so well??

I only draw busts and it's making me mad :D

HMM lets see: I don't color pick unfortunately, it's not a method I use so I can't help u there sadly. As for lighting and shading, I don't really use any tutorials but I just apply the same types of questions to it that I would to any other part of my work while drawing, which are broad question types like : - where is my light source - is this piece calling for any unique light source? (universal/generic lighting is just fine to keep using!) - how MANY light sources do i have, and what are their distances to my figure - what's the MOOD of the piece, is dramatic lighting necessary - if im just here to have a bop and do an art what light source do I want to play with for practice If it was something like a more polished and finished piece I'd definitely be thinking on these questions harder, or multiple revisions and potential references would be pulled up. But normally for references I just refer to my memory of shows that I've seen, since it's a LOT of visual library, and animated or live action, light source is heavily calculated. So you'll get a good display of these ranges you can apply. Lately I've been watching The Bad Batch and I'll always recommend that and clone wars as good examples of environmental lighting, especially given the style of animation they do with how shapely their figures are. It's a good simplified breakdown of the planes of a figure, so paired with their hard lighting choices u get an even exaggerated easier format to look at for guessing light source. (very reminiscent of comics like the more stylized/cartoon you get in art the more u can push and pull these dynamics. or like easier to spot then live action)

SO UHH, im disclaimer: not in any industry and im sure gonna be missing some terminology, but I just nabbed some random images off the google of bad batch to show case a few broad categories of lighting:

Multiple light sources are ur most common type, and to me the most fun especially when it's like Two light sources. U can often play with the fun lighting types like rim lighting, u often have a warm side and a cold side for contrast/directions sake. The distance of the light determines how sharp or broadly lit something will be, and the size of the light can determine how much of that light hits the figures. So Omega here is surrounded by the lights on their ship, there's likely a very broad top light that's gently lighting the entire area, but the reds and blues of the buttons and screens around her are what's shaping the figure more dramatically. You can see the blue is coming from the top/behind her, where the red is more in front/bottom side to her, since it's the way she's facing and looking at you/the viewer. The second one, still on their ship, features the more broad top down lighting, but the screens in front of them are more important as they're all facing it. both lights in this image are broad wide lighting, so there isn't much of a sharp focus.

COMPLEX LIGHTING to me usually just means 'there are many light sources of greatly varying distances and brightness' or that there's a lot of figures in the image so it's got a lot more to organize so that the whole image may look readable at the end. You get a lot of environmental lighting for these types, meaning like hey the SUN is one of ur major light sources. it is super fucking bright but it is also FAR away, it's lighting EVERYTHING. and closer to sunset/sunrise u get more direct, highly saturated light from it because of the angle it's often shining- there's a lot to play with for just an outdoor lighting! The three images I picked here are a more morning shot, a mid day shot, and an evening shot. Talking about the angle of the sun especially at the last image with the grookey on Omega's shoulder, which casts a shadow over her and her friend. But her friend is positioned in a way so that she's not entirely over shadowed, because we're here to look at all three figures, and their faces matter in this shot. VS the middle images which is more about the scene/setting as a whole, and the figures are all more or less equally lit/shaded according to just standing in bright daylight.

there's also this fun lighting type, singular light sources can usually add a WIDE RANGE of emotion to the piece, depending where you flash the light. You've probably seen tons of light study gifs or shots where a face is shown with one light passing around their entire face and it highlighting the different planes that illuminate based on where the light is. So the first image, the classic Morticia Addams eye drama light, is focused hard on the figures, and what they're looking at. The second image of crosshair is another type of foreboding emotion, but instead with the eyes in the dark. Singular light sources aren't always for drama or asking you to focus on one specific thing but I feel like end of the day, the sharper and closer the one light source is, the more the artist is usually asking you to focus on the scene for. There's also some examples here of multiple light sources being used for the same storytelling dramatic effect. There's crosshair's entire front lit up to focus on not just him but by extension the rifle he's holding, with a backlight to catch the edge of his helmet and the barrel, because those are where we want you to look. They're the most important parts of the image, and they wanted to make lighting appropriate for reading that. With the last image there's what's his face (bro i forget my b) looming over him in a common type of dominant lighting. With how the lighting is assigned to this scene his face is shadowed, vs crosshair's who is partially under that shadow. IDK IM RAMBLING NOW i doubt this is the concise easy to read tips anyone's asking for sorrY I am not a teacher. IN SHORT FOR LIGHTING I JUST think about shows I've watched. I won't go into anymore but I think a GREAT example of super well done lighting in all categories of art are the John Wick films. They're both lively, highly direct, and superficially colored to fit the mood of each character and scene. I'll suck these movies dicks i'm obsessed:

Anatomy I always generically recommend people continue loose study/education from skeletal and muscular anatomy cause if you can build a figure from the inside out, the surface is going to be loads easier. And then when I'm too lazy to look up any muscular break down cause I sure don't remember every part at every angle I kind of just fudge it which is super common, like how many of us draw an ear correctly to it's bends and shapes. I sure as hell don't I just like to draw them the way I'm familiar with lining it (unless it's some really polished piece) cause end of the day my ear is still getting interpreted as an ear. So If I can't recall which muscle overlaps the other given a certain angle I just take a guess and usually it's not something blaring if I threw it down confidently enough. Studying not just muscle though, but how all body types sit and tense and move is crucial. Like fat is obviously going to have a much different type of hang and sit on the body, and then there's deciding how much fat to muscle you want on a figure. There's also skin to consider- older skin is looser, scarred skin has a tighter more custom pull to the areas, skin otherwise is just a big elastic band around ur body. So when that becomes overstretched or cut in any irregular way it's going to have a much different look to the muscles and bones it wraps around. Muscle reference I don't have anything specfic to refer other then using actual anatomy charts. Some 3d modelers have made great reference to body parts with full turn arounds i'd suggest. Since big fantasy muscles can be exaggerated so much (and they should!) it's the only reason why id only Lightly suggest for observing other artists individual drawings of buff characters. cause lotta us are fudging parts and u will end up picking up an incorrect anatomical trait (we literally all do it, just a silly unlearning process once ur hand is so familiar and used to drawing something a certain way) I think something specifically that's really helped me slowly gain a very diverse understanding of the fat to muscle ratio is getting into sumo wrestling. (NOT TO PUSH MY FAVORITE SPORT BUT I HAVE SOURCES IF U WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT/FIND A SPOT TO WATCH) In sumo there's no weight division like other forms of wrestling, and because of that you can have a very diverse set of ways to go about your own style of fighting. Entirely setting aside the fighting STYLES, there's broadly the categories of how much fat do you want to put on and the advantages that has against your opponents, vs how much muscle, or where that muscle needs to build on your figure, height and the like also play into it but basically 'what is my body shape, how can i build/ play it to the advantages of how i fight my opponents'

so like terunofuji is a fucking MOUNTAIN of a man, he's the current yokozuna (top banana rank) and his sheer height and weight plays greatly into his fight style. All of them are fucking jacked and watching Sumo has been a great general visual library builder because: - its a huge sport so it has a lot of coverage and footage on high def cameras - they're mostly nude and you're getting incredible displays of muscles in slow mo as they collide, fight, and throw each other. s2g you'll have an entirely new appreciation for the human body and just how many ways it can shape itself from watching this sport.

Always a ton of fucking leg muscle but Takayasu is one of my faves i gotta show him.

with no weight limitations not only are you seeing all the different levels of weight to fat, but you're getting an excellent display of how fat builds and forms on different people. there is no one way to gain fat, its pretty cool how diverse it can form, where it prefers to store fat, how quickly someone might gain weight vs overtime, genetics, what types of fats you're storing, lots of shit to look up on! this last image is ichinojo vs enho who are like usually one of the biggest and the smallest wrestlers, and both play to their size and shape and have become very high ranked. ANYWAY THIS POST REALLY WENT PLACES HUH idek if i answered the questions right i think i gave more questions back but i tried to touch a little on my thought process and where ive specifically gone in the art study journey. For poses I really don't look up anything I just try to think of the figure and do a lot of preliminary sketches. No i don't have the 'picture a perfect apple in my head' noggin i too suffer from looking at a blurry void when i try to think of shit so yes im hitting a brick wall by not utilizing all the model posing references that are probably out there hsuogjdhk

#long post

[purple-ant]

oh hey 22. for Dooku and Bail respectively please and also 25 for Sifo-Dyas :D

22. Give us a headcanon for [character]

Dooku

this man can sleep anywhere and in any position. the consequences of years of missions in the outer rim and how often he puts off sleep in favor of a mission or nervously walking around/lightsaber practice.

because of this, when he finally falls asleep, he is able to sleep with noise from which the walls tremble and under the light of all the suns at once. as long as there is no danger/fear/pain in the Force, he will sleep

Rael quickly learned to use this. Qui-Gon thought for the first time that his master was meditating, and the next time he was worried that Dooku was in a coma or about to die

Bail!!

Bail would have shot Anakin in the face WITHOUT DELAY after the order of course

look, in Wild Space, the mistake of an entire Sith planet was that it ignored this man, simply because there were stones more sensitive to the Force than him. and he took advantage of this and pulled both himself and Obi-Wan out of there. I'm just saying that if he had the opportunity to kill Vader, he would do it even at the cost of his own life. no pity, no second chances, he saw the burning temple and Padme's body. there is no sentimentality, just a blaster in his hands.

25. What's your least favourite thing Sifo-Dyas said or did?

he never did nothing wrong in his entire life

yes, there are clones, but this is one of my favorite things he made :D

probably his avoidance of Dooku. in the cursed book, it looks like they started talking less around the time Rael was knighted and Sifo-Dyas was the instigator of it. I assume that this is connected with the visions and OF COURSE by trying to prevent them, he became one of the links that led to his visions coming true.

perhaps, if he had not moved away from Dooku, if he had been another anchor tying him to the Order, a shoulder to lean on, his friend would not have fallen. or things would have been worse, and they would have fed each other's paranoia and mistrust of the system, so that together they could fall down the rabbit hole of the Dark Side))

who knows...

thanks for the ask!!

if anyone also wants to play or ask, here is the post

#ask game #the second one was really hard!! #how DARE you jess

[night-market-if]

I was wondering, would it be too soon to ask a prompt with Mal, Milo and MC?

Just spending time together, maybe playing a game or cuddling?

I understand if you don’t want to spoil anything

A/N: I will say this would be way, waaaaaay in the future.

I leaned back into the muscular chest behind, my eyes droopy as the light from the enchanted windows bathed us in sunlight. Milo's arm was secure around my waist while soft music spun and popped on a strange little wheel in the background. For once, we had a day filled with no agenda. We woke up slow and let the soft curls of light lull us into a warm comfort.

"You still sleepin'?" Milo rumbled in my ear. His voice was whiskey deep but oh so soft. It was the kind of voice that was gruff with a day off and I could just picture his mused hair from when he had first risen this morning.

"Just relaxing," I told him.

"K," he said, his thumb rubbing circles low on my belly. "I apologize then."

I cracked an eye open, looking up at him confused.

"Hey, Mal," he barked.

Malcolm was pouring himself a cup of something warm and spicy and didn't bother to look over his shoulder.

"No," he responded immediately.

"Mal," Milo practically whined. I stifled my giggle in his chest. I could just imagine the roll of the other man's eyes.

"What, Button," he said, turning to face us.

"What kind of music should you listen to when fishing?"

Malcolm looked highly unimpressed already. "I'm not answering that."

"Something catchy," Milo laughed. He laughed so hard in fact that the deck of cards he was holding, the ones he was supposed to be shuffling for their next game, sprayed everywhere. They launched from his fingers with a sharp zip before scattering across the room. Malcolm looked at Milo over the rim of his mug, sipping at his tea. "Get it, Mal?" Milo laughed. "Get it

Malcolm locked eyes with me, gesturing with a subtle nod of his head. I untangled myself from Milo's arms and went over to Malcolm, hopping up on the counter in front of him and stealing his kafe. Milo was still cackling in the background.

"I mean," I started, "he did practically just set up fifty two card pick up for himself. That joke was to his own detriment."

Milo shook his head, boxing me in on the counter. "I forgot how bad his puns are."

"Want to play Riot with me instead?" His eyes perked up at the odd little game him and Hazel had created together.

"You know it?" I nodded. Leaning over my shoulder, he looked at Milo. Who was, in fact, still laughing. When he pulled back, he grazed his hands against my side, staring at me with that deep intensity that always reeled me in.

Reeled me in.

I snorted in laughter.

And Malcolm dipped his head. "You also just made a fish pun in your head." When I started laughing in earnest he pushed away.

"Oh, no, Mal," I giggled. "Come back."

"Yeah, Mal," Milo called. "We can play Go Fish."

We could hear his groan from the other room as he tried valiantly to ignore us.

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How Kings Fall - Chapter I - Here, Little Piggy

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI - Minors will be blocked. Category: M/M/M, M/M Relationships: Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Robin Buckley Tags: BDSM, Service Top Steve Harrington, Power Bottom Eddie Munson, Power Bottom Billy Hargrove, Phone Sex, Leather, Leather Kink, Scent Kink, Humiliation, Anal Play, Come Eating, Oral Sex, Body Worship, Nipple Play, Nipple Piercings, Breathplay, Thighs, Face-Sitting, Face Slapping, Strangulation, Rimming, Face-Fucking, Grinding, Rough Sex, Spit Kink, Riding, Anal Sex, Smoking, Begging, Shameless Smut, Flirting, Pictures

Steve is down bad. Numerous dates leading to nowhere but a night with a tissue box, lotion and his own hand. So he must be losing his mind if he's looking at Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson like they're a drug he needs to get his desperate hands on.

Preview Steve could've swoon he transformed into a swooning cartoon character at that moment. His chestnut eyes had opened so wide and his jaw dropped it could've hit the floor. "Holy shit" he breathed, looking lustfully at the two as they as they exited the iconic blue 1979 Camaro. 

Robin blinked and looked between Steve and the two metal heads. "Bisexual panic, Steve?" She asked, smirking as Steve could only nod. "I knew it" she turned away to continue her regular task. 

Eddie's hair was pulled back loosely, a sign he didn't care much for it today yet the flicks of mousy brown hair still added to appearance. He had worn his bandana over his head this time and was surprisingly wearing black eyeliner. It made his eyes thinner, resemble those of a hungry siren.  Tight leather pants hugged his body, outlining the sweet pudge of his thighs that Steve would give absolutely anything to put his head between. A dark red t shirt hid his torso but was tucked in at the front revealing the handcuff belt buckle. He wore his regular leather jacket but today it somehow seemed more alluring. And the clean combat boots. Steve wanted to be stood on and insulted just for a taste of the surprising yet alluring dominance Eddie was displaying. 

Billy added to his thirst. Shirtless, abs exposed, a similar leather jacket, leather gloves, tight leather pants outlining his plump ass and thick thighs. The biker boots had small buckles on the side and for a moment Steve considered picking a fight with the rebellious blonde in order to feel the powerful kick of those boots against his ribs. Oh, how desperate he was to be forced into submission. Billy leaned in, cigarette tip touching Eddie's as the dealer flicked a match, lighting it with his nail. 

"I want them to ride me"

Eddie glanced over at the video store and chuckled. "Careful, Hargrove, we're attracting attention" he mumbled softly, pulling his head away from Billy. 

The blonde smirked. "I know why... nod your head a little at him" he spoke in a low voice and winked. "Let's see how hungry King Steve really is, shall we?" He sucked in a breath, letting the smoky taste of tobacco fill his mouth. 

Eddie did as told like Billy's good boy, nodding towards Steve. "Is this who we're picking? Steve Harrington?" He asked, taping his cigarette and letting the ash fall in the wind. "What makes you think he's gonna want us? Or... or even me..."  . Robin flinched as Steve dropped multiple tapes. Her head snapped towards him in confusion; her expression turned to disgust to see Steve becoming flustered over the leather clad metal heads. 

"You're scrappy and he likes that" Billy moved an arm around Eddie's shoulders, letting his hand lazily hang as the two began to walk. "Back in high school he was a bigger pervert than he let on, Metal Princess, I felt his eyes on me, stealing quick glances, the way he ground his body against mine during practice even!" The sun-kissed teen then smirked, running his tongue across his pearly whites. "Oh and of course" he leaned in close to Eddie's overly pierced ear. "I've seen it twitch when proving the power I could hold over him" 

Eddie's Bambi eyes widened and he turned his head, looking at his lover in bewilderment. "You saw it?!" He gasped. "How big?" He asked, curiosity rising as he glanced at the store once more. 

"He's rather girthy... its average length by the looks of it and I bet it has the perfect curve for rolling your hips back" Billy glanced to the side, shooting a quick glare at someone who had overheard his rather smutty words. He dared them to say something. "So what do you say, my pretty rockstar? Shall we make Harrington's thirsty dreams come true?" 

Eddie moved his arm around Billy's waist the moved his hand down, slipping his fingers in the back pocket. He could feel the back zip digging into his wrist. "Let's melt that dumb  brain of his, California" 

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The car seemed almost picture perfect. Overlooking the gorgeous Lover's Lake, sun glimmering over the water. The windows on Billy's beloved car was loudly playing Mötley Crüe with Live Wire blaring through the car's speakers. The windows were fogged up and even had a thickness of smoke. A pale, slender hand slammed against the window, dragging down before disappearing back into the fog. 

Their heated kiss almost seemed never ending. Their jackets had been removed, dropped to the floor and for now, forgotten. Eddie was letting out what Billy insisted were the cutest noises he had ever made. Billy's tongue was toying with Eddie's tongue bar. Billy turned his head away, licking at the shell of Eddie's ear. He pressed Eddie's hips down between his thighs. "Feel that? Feel how hard you've gotten me?" He whispered almost breathlessly. 

Eddie lowered his head down against Billy's shoulder, groaning with need as he began to grind. "F-fuck, I can't imagine Harrington joining this... hm!" He muffled a gasp by biting his bottom lip. 

"I can tell you the ideas I've had in mind" Billy replied, bucking his hips. "Get down there, pretty boy" he ordered, lightly smacking his hand against Eddie's plush little rump. 

Eddie did as told and moved down, kissing along Billy's hot skin, tasting the salty sweat as he reached the edge of the muscular blonde's leather pants. "Tell me" he glanced up at Billy, staring through his eyelashes as he unbuckled the annoying belt. He lowered his head kissing at Billy's bulge. 

"Stevie's little reputation among the girls is that he loves being between a good pair of legs" Billy lifted his hips, letting Eddie tug the back zip towards him. While useful they didn't unzip all the way leaving his taint often covered if they weren't completely taken off. It did help with teasing desperate, pathetic men who craved him though. "You're gonna need to shave for this by the way, sorry, Eddie" he chuckled at the sound of an annoyed grunt. "You saw how red his stupid face got too, right? He'd probably even beg just to sniff in between your legs" 

"Hm, shouldn't I keep my body hair then?" Eddie lifted his head and pressed a sweet little kiss to the head of Billy's cock. "Keep my scent in" he flicked his tongue over the tip, smirking a little when Billy let out a hum of pleasure. 

"The leather will hold that all in just fine" Billy sighed, closing his pretty blues. "He might rebel a bit against our... oh, oh you little shit!" He sighed, tilting his head back as the tip of his cock disappeared between Eddie's plush lips. "Suck it nicely like candy, baby" he ordered, sliding his hands down his stomach and holding the base of his cock between his middle finger and ring finger. "Good boy" he breathed. "Anyway, where was I? Hm, yeah, rebelling... a swift kick, slap on the face, using your boot to press his head to the floor maybe... he'll twitch and enjoy it, he'll apologise and start begging for you" 

Eddie moaned around Billy at the thought. He slipped a leg off of the seat, pressing his crotch at the edge. He desperately ground his crotch against it, looking for some pleasure to chase. 

"There's so much we can do" Billy lifted his hand and tugged the bandana from Eddie's head. He sat up, tugging at the hair bobble freeing those pretty curls from the lazy high tail. "He'd be grateful for it all, thanking you and praising you for it" he nudged Eddie's head from his stiff cock and nudged it down to his sack. "You could strangle him with your thighs and in fact you should, Eddie, he might cum right then and there as he drowns in you" 

Eddie closed his glazed eyes, dragging his tongue over the centre of the smooth sack. "Hm" he rested his his hands on Billy's thighs. "He'll regret bullying me" he sucked one of the balls between his lips, pressing his tongue against it as he sucked eagerly. 

"Poor little Steve will be questioning why he was ever so cruel to you in the first place" Billy reached down to his discarded jacket. He patted along it until his fingers brushed over a familiar shape. He tugged a small tub of Vaseline free that had gradually become a use for multiple things rather than just leather care. "Hey" he set the tub down on his hip. "Two fingers, no more" he ordered. 

Eddie being Billy's good boy nodded and pulled his mouth away. "You really think he'll want to?" He asked, twisting the lid open. He lowered his shoulder hooking underneath Billy's knee. "Yeah, he's flustered but how sure are you that he wants us?" He asked, scooping a generous amount of the greasy substance on two of his fingers. 

Billy pursed his lips together for a moment in thought as he began to question how he could convince Eddie that Steve definitely wanted them. His eyes brightened as an idea quickly came to mind. "Hmm, I know exactly how prove it to you, feel like making a phone call when we get back?" 

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"Ugh, seriously? I haven't even gotten my shoes off yet, dude" Steve groaned in frustration. He stomped over to the ringing phone, grumbling to himself about the lack of peace in his life. He yanked the phone off the receiver, glaring into the wall with anger. "Harrington resident" his best good boy voice. His grumpy expression  was quickly replaced as he heard such filthy noises from the other side of the line. 

"Why hello, pretty boy! Hope I'm not interrupting anything"

"I-I... uh, uh no-no, you..." Steve struggled to find his words. This was the second time in his life he had been excited to have Billy interacting with him. Maybe a little too excited. "Y-y-y-you" he sucked in a breath. "Yousoundverybusyactually!" He forced his words out quickly as the sweet whimpers and moans of pleasure swam around his ears. 

"Oh, you mean this?" 

A loud smack sounded alongside a yelp then a little breathless giggle. Steve's breath hitched in his throat and he pressed his hand to the wall bracing himself.   "Oh no, in fact, my metal princess here dared me to call you, Harrington! How dirty, huh?"

"No I didn't!"

The whine was quickly interrupted by another yelp. Steve could only imagine how those perky cheeks jiggled under each hit. How red they must be. "H-he did?" He asked and swallowed. "Uh.. hi, Eddie" Wow. Nice one, Steve! His jeans seemed to tighten as the moans quickly came back this time mixed with pleading. 

"His pussy is so tight, pretty boy, warm too"

The smooth moan of pleasure escaped Billy. Steve moved his hand from the wall to his crotch as if he was trying to push it away and keep a hold of the small amount of sanity he had left. 

"He's clenching around me... oh, it feels so good"

"I-I thought about it" Steve was already close to spilling his filthy thoughts. "I was... I was thinking about it earlier! On my break... shit" he pressed the phone between his ear and shoulder, fumbling with his belt buckle. 

"Really, Stevie? As a matter of fact we were thinking about you too, weren't we, baby?"

"Mhm... p-put it back in!"

"Oh god, he's like a drug..." Steve breathed, tugging his underwear down just enough to free his aching member. "What were you thinking about?" He asked and brought his hands to his lips. He opened his mouth, licking his palm to wet it just enough. 

"Oh no, you're telling us, Harrington"

Another smack and a yelp. God, these two were going to be the death of him. 

"You want Steve to tell us everything, right? Wanna know how much he wants your pussy?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Je-jesus... how are you not ravishing him?" Steve questioned. With how pathetic his little whimpers sounded Steve would've rammed the tears out of him. Eddie's moans started again, louder this time as if he was being completely and utterly destroyed by Billy's cock. "I want you two riding me! I couldn't... fuck I couldn't stop thinking about it, Billy, how good you two would look bouncing on my dick" the crumbling king was stroking himself quickly. He had seen Billy's body. Gorgeous, thick muscle yet pudgy abdomen, arms as big as his head, thighs bigger than his head with tan skin so smooth and inviting; how could he forget? It haunted him. 

"Oh no, Steve, unfortunately for you I won't be letting your dick anywhere near my hole, who's that saved for, Eddie?"

"M-me! Only I can fuck you, blondie, only me"

"That's my good boy"

A few kisses and a soft whine. A hiss of pain. Steve felt his knees shake as he imagined Billy biting at Eddie's pretty neck. A brief flash of anger tan through him till it dulled into disappointment. He desperately wanted to see those glorious thighs in action as Billy rode him. 

"I know something else I could ride though, pretty boy, that face of yours will be the perfect throne for me"

"Oh, fuck!" Steve moaned at the thought. He leaned his arm against the wall and leaned his forehead against his forearm. "You wanna ride my face, Hargrove?" He closed his eyes, chasing the pleasure and the suddenly very delicious thought of being able to bury his face in between Billy's well toned cheeks. He saw no pubic hairs in the showers back in high school so was back there was cleanly shaved too?

"Oh the things we want to do to you, pretty boy, the things we want to do"

"Hah... gonna.... fuck, Billy! Gonna be... be good for your masters, big boy?"

Billy was moaning as Eddie spoke. Steve began to wonder if he had died and gone to heaven. "Yes... yes, masters!" The king forced out quickly between shaken breaths. He was was leaking, spreading the pre over his fingers. "A-anything.." he was stumbling over his words. Then he heard it: a sly chuckle between soft whimpers. 

"Stop touching yourself"

The freckled man's eyes snapped open. "What?" He froze, hand still gripping his weeping dick. "Y-you can't be..." he sputtered, reluctant to stop. 

"You heard what Eddie said, piggy, stop playing with yourself!"

Steve was being tormented by those grunts and moans. He wanted to chase them and he wanted those pretty mouths to be making them because of him. He gritted his teeth, slowly letting go. "I... I've let go... now what?" He asked, swallowing. Why did he feel do nervous all of a sudden?

"Don't touch it at all... fuck... oh, 'm so close, Eddie..."

"Fill me up! Fuck, fill my pussy, please!"

A pang of jealousy hit Steve in his chest. He couldn't work out why though. He stared down at his throbbing cock and closed his eyes. He swallowed, sighing through his nose as the desperate moans seemed to ring out. Eddie's scratchy voice pleading, whimpering Billy's name as the panting from the blonde grew. 

"We.... we want you to come to our place! Saturday, we'll pick you up from work... ugh, fuck! You're so tight, Eddie..."

"Yes! Yes! Understood!" Steve stood up straight and slammed the phone on the receiver with wide eyes. He was quiet for a moment. He gripped his hair with both hands and groaned. "Why did I do that?!" He yelled out. 

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Meanwhile the two power bottoms sat up straight  staring at the phone in Billy's hand. "Huh... he chickened out on the call" he hooked the phone back on the receiver and leaned back against the couch. He squirmed slightly, getting comfy in his ugly, lazy clothing. 

"Well, that's just pathetic" Eddie slouched on the pillow, licking his fingers free of the sticky marinade from his chicken wings. "If he's having a melt down over just our voices" he sat up and sat with his legs crossed and picked up a slice of pizza, pulling his arm back till a cheese string snapped and hit his baggy grey hoodie. "Not even our real moans and he was breaking, those gears in his head" he opened his mouth, taking a large bite of the pizza. 

"They were breaking... poor little piggy" Billy snorted, untwisting the bottle cap to a two litre of Diet Coke. "Hey are there any of those Mozza sticks left?" He asked, looking at the numerous takeaway boxes. 

"Oh... I ate the last ones... you want a cheese jalapeno triangle?" Eddie picked up the box and held it out to Billy. "They aren't as spicy as they could be though... very mild" 

Billy looked at the box and shrugged, taking it. "Eh, they'll do" 

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Steve sat on his stool, tapping his fingers together as he stared intently at the cash register. It had been a full four days since the sensual phone call. Those moans were replaying over and over in his mind if he was even left a second alone with his thoughts. He hadn't heard or seen the two leather clad men. But oh had he imagined them! Somehow he even continued to follow the order. He hadn't touched himself. No matter how hard, how leaky his cock had gotten he continued to follow the order.

"Steve" Robin leaned her elbows on the counter. "Why don't you just call them?" she asked, moving her hands to her chin. 

"Because... I don't actually know their number" Steve admitted. He could guess how they go his though. Eddie had most likely gotten it from Dustin during one of their little gaming sessions. "I've been wanting to because I... This is worse than when I broke up with Nancy" he whispered, pressing his face into his palms. 

"Comparing a teasing phone call you got from two of the gayest men in Hawkins to you little high school tragic romance? Are you in love with them?" Robin questioned, pressing her hands on to the counter. She leaned in close to her very thirsty best friend. "Steve, you can barely handle them over a phone call you cannot handle them two at once!" 

Before Steve could speak the door opened. "Go tend to the costumers, Robin" Steve's voice was muffled and he let out a sigh. He moved his hands away once Robin did and breathed in deeply through his nose then breathed out slowly through his nose. Steve closed his eyes. He just needed to get through the next few hours then maybe once he got home, start a warm bath, sink down and- 

"Harrington" 

Steve opened his eyes. 

Eddie Munson stood with his arms folded as he raised a brow. "Were you sleepin' there?" he asked, unfolding his arms to tap a brown envelope to his thigh. Eddie's appearance was much more relaxed from the last time Steve had seen him. Hair was loose, no eyeliner, a Dio muscle tank, pair of light blue torn shorts and a pair of black boots with white socks scrunched around his calves. 

Steve nodded and opened his mouth then closed it. He lifted his hand and waved it a little. 

"Riiiight, your brain is still broken" Eddie replied to the wave and lifted up the envelope. He tapped it on Steve's forehead. "These are for you, Stevie, Billy's address is in there and his number" he set it down on the counter in front of Steve. "We want you to come over tonight" 

Steve paused. The gears could be heard struggling to grind. "What?" he asked, hand hovering over the envelope. 

Eddie leaned his hands on the counter, bringing his face close to Steve's. "We want you to come over, Steve, we're going to be expecting you actually" his lips tugged into a smirk. "I'm sure you've been a good boy and following that little order too, right? So you deserve a reward" he pulled away from the counter. "Enjoy the pictures" he stepped away and turned walking towards the door. 

"Pic...pictures?" Steve mumbled and picked up the envelope. He popped it up and peeked inside. Then he closed it again and had to wonder; was this reality? The envelope was lowered till it was out of view from Robin and other patrons. The fallen king opened the envelope again and allowed the photographs to slip into his hand. There were only three but from the top one of Eddie it was clear that these were for his eyes only. 

The first picture being of Eddie was bringing a deep red to Steve's cheeks. Eddie was wearing his leather trousers, they were unzipped and no underwear could even be seen. Eddie's bare chest was shining from the camera light's glare. His hands were pressed against the table behind him and his thighs were parted. Steve could only stare at the pudge being squeezed by the unusually shiny leather. He had yet to notice the tongue peeking out from Eddie's plump lips and the little wink through half damp hair. Written at the bottom of the photograph in silver marker was 'Billy had a little too much fun with some oil'

The second was of course of Billy. The blonde was sat with his legs parted and a gloved hand cupping over a bulge in the leather. Those beautiful blue eyes were hidden by the shadows of a black muir cap with a pretty silver chain going along the front. Something Steve hadn't notice previously was a silver upside down cross ring on Billy's nipple. It had been hidden by the leather jacket that day. Steve began to realise that there was so much more he still had yet to see of the two. In the same silver marker read 'don't cream your pants, king Steve!' 

The third nearly had Steve's blood cells bursting from his nose. Eddie and Billy were kneeling with their backs towards a large wall length mirror. Their backs were twisted to face their reflections. Billy's hand was in the air holding the camera. A cigarette hung between his lips and his eyes were in a squint to concentrate on the camera. Eddie kept a plain face with his big brown eyes seemingly staring into Steve's the longer the video store worker stared at the photograph. Both of the dominant men were naked. Hands on each other's ass cheeks, squeezing and tugging them aside to reveal their puckered bared holes. 'Think you can handle both of us?' 

Steve's cock twitched in his jeans the longer he stared at the third photograph. He had imagined grabbing, squeezing, eating, penetrating those holes. While Billy gave no permission Eddie was seemingly willing to allow Steve inside. His palm pressed down over his clothed shaft and he made his choice without another wasted second. He was going to Billy's place tonight and hopefully he was going to be able to touch them or at the very least see more of their precious bodies. 

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More PA Charles content here we goooo!! Going to be another big one hehe. Loved the idea that only you can take off Charles’ cage. Normally you take it off as soon as the two of you get home from work. However, sometimes its fun to play with him a bit, leaving it on him a while and not bringing it up when you’re home. Especially when you know he’s had a tough week and needs an intense scene to start off the weekend. He wants to ask for it off, but he knows you’re the one who makes the decisions, and if you decide it’s not the right time then he’ll wait!! But he will be very needy in the meantime. You go about some tasks round the house like laundry, responding to emails etc and he just follows you around with 🥺 eyes, cutely huffing and whining away. You ignore it for a while, just asking him about his day or what he wants for dinner, but he’s so frustrated he can only reply in short little sentences. He thought you’d finally take it off when you both get changed into comfy clothes, but still no mention of it, little one is losing his mind!!

When you eventually sit down to cuddle on the sofa, the whining just gets worse, he wants to be a good boy and wait but he’s already waited all day!! He just burrows into your neck and clings to your shirt as he cuddles you. You play innocent, asking what’s bothering him. He’s past the point of words now, so frustrated at his inability to get hard. He just grinds into your side and whines louder. ‘Oh, you want me to touch you baby?’ you ask him, and he nods and whines even more into your side. You ask him to fetch the lube from a nearby cabinet (you have lube all over the house) and he practically runs there and back, so excited. He sits down by your side and lets you slowly take off his sweats and boxers in one motion to reveal his caged cock. ‘Poor baby, with your cock all locked up’ you coo at him as you trace your finger delicately up and down the cage. ‘But it looks so pretty like this, don’t you think?’ you ask, other hand stroking his hair as he sniffles and whines under you. He can’t help but nod, as much as he wants it off, he agrees. Your hand trails down to his balls, still stroking with only the tip of your finger.

After teasing him with these light touches for a while, you get him to lay down on his back on the sofa and bend his legs until he can hold onto the back of his knees. You sit in between them, running one hand up and down one of his thighs while the other goes to cradle his face. ‘I think I want to play with your ass first sweetheart. Can you hold on a bit longer for me?’ You ask for his colour at this point too as you know you’re pushing him, but it’s a Friday and he likes spending most of the weekend in subspace, so this will be a good way to start him off. He starts to cry now, but still says ‘green’, he loves being denied and knows you won’t take it too far. You massage his balls as you tease at his rim, making sure to call him your good boy and tell him how well he’s taking all of this. You move down to kiss at his thigh as you slip another finger in, praising him; ‘All mine to play with, for my enjoyment, you just lay there and look pretty for me baby’. You finger fuck him for a bit, but you see that he’s barely able to keep hold of his legs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he does his best not to thrash about. You take this as your cue to give him a bit of mercy, making sure to add one more finger before you eventually pull out.

He still hasn’t directly asked for the cage off, sometimes he’s in the mindset to beg but tonight he leaves it all up to you. When you eventually fetch the key (maybe it’s attached to a necklace??) a new wave of tears hits him. You know it’s going to be intense when he cums, so you have him sit in your lap, manhandling him until his back is to your chest and your legs are hooked over his to keep them down. You take the cage off as slowly as possible, letting your other hand slowly stroke up to the tip of his cock once and then pull off. The two of you watch as he grows to hardness without being touched. ‘What a patient boy you’ve been, huh?’ you whisper as you wrap one arm around his waist. He’s already leaking from the tip and you can’t help but gather some of it up with your finger and bring it to his lips. ‘You kept this in all day for me, what a good boy. Let it all out for me now baby’. He sucks away at your fingers, getting them nice and wet. You take them out and get him to spit into your palm before finally wrapping your hand around his cock. He bucks his hips immediately, almost taking both of you off the couch as he thrusts forward. ‘Easy little one, I’ve got you’ you coo into his side, tightening your grip on his waist. It only takes a couple of strokes until Charles is coming, he literally screams out as you encourage him to let it all go. He covers your hand and his own chest with his cum, you’ve never seen him orgasm with this much intensity before. He even blacks out for a couple of seconds, completely slumped against you. He’s completely floating, panting away and using all his effort to try and mumble little thank yous. You bundle him up in your arms, knowing you pushed him but it’s worth it to see him hit subspace like this. Later when you talk about it he definitely asks for more denial, but only for your intense weekend scenes. (Sorry this was basically an essay...)

NEVER APOLOGISE FOR SENDING ME AN ESSAY OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS. This is perfect in every way and I’m gonna try my best to add more thoughts to this but it’s already incredible.

I love the idea that Fridays are for intense scenes. He always works so hard during the week and needs to stay focused so you never push him too hard during the week. He can sometimes take until the next day before he’s okay again after an intense scene and you can’t risk that when there’s work in the morning.

Consequently, you tend to take his cage off the moment he gets home during the week. He can have a nice handjob or you can ride him if he wants, but nothing more hectic than that.

Until Friday when he knows it’s time for some real fun. He’s always so excited by the time Friday afternoon rolls around, practically bouncing as he walks with you out of the office and into the car to be driven to your apartment.

He waits by the door after you enter, expecting to hear you tell him to go to the bedroom and take off his clothes for his cage to be removed and then it’ll be fine to see what scene you have in store for him. But instead, you don’t say anything.

He’s absolutely losing his mind.

He just follows you around while you do some basic things like put the laundry in the machine, ordering groceries, etc.

You still haven’t changed out of your work clothes and so neither has Charles. Logically he knows he could go get changed into some comfy clothes and come back to you, but he can’t. He’s your little one and it’s Friday! He can’t make decisions or do anything on his own, he turned his little mind off the moment he left work with you.

So he follows you. And of course you notice his annoyance and know exactly what’s wrong. But you don’t say anything, because you want to tease him a little. You want him to be so worked up when you finally give him what he wants.

Then you head to the bedroom to change into comfy clothes and he thinks that he’ll finally get relief. Except you just… hand him some comfy clothes and don’t even acknowledge the cock cage. He’s nearly in tears.

What’s going on?? Why isn’t he getting his usual attention!!!

He knows he could call red and you’d stop instantly, you’d help him immediately and give him comfort and love. But he doesn’t want that. He wants to see what happens, wants to be pushed. He trusts you, and he knows it’ll all work out in the end and that you’d never do this if you weren’t positive he would love the outcome.

But still, he’s pouty!! Usually by now he’s already had his cock played with!! He’s been so good for you!! He was the perfect assistant all week and wore his cage the whole time and did everything you asked and now it’s Friday night and he should be fucked out by now!! This isn’t fair.

Little one is gonna lodge a complaint with HR over this.

He really starts breaking when he’s cuddled on the couch with you. Usually when he gets cuddles like this, his cage is already off and he can take your hand and put it down his boxers, a silent request for you to hold his cock.

Now not only is he all worked up, but he can’t even have his cock held!!! HR will hear about this.

So he just kinda cuddles against your side, whining and trying to grind against you. He wants to make it 10000% clear that he’s not happy with the current situation and wants attention. Now!!

He nearly cries in relief when you tell him to go fetch the lube. Finally!!! He’s finally gonna get taken care of!!

You have him lay back against the sofa and you kneel on the ground in front of him, taking his pants and boxers off to reveal his caged cock. It’s so pretty!! All cute and tucked away in his cage.

You run your hands over it, praising him and telling him how much you love seeing this. He smiles then, pleased that he’s making you happy. Even though he’s so desperate, he’s also so happy to make you happy. He’s been a good boy!!!

“I think we should keep your cock in a cage for a bit longer, yeah?” You ask him, even though you both know it’s not a question, “just keep it safe for a while.”

He nods, saying green when you ask and then whimpering when you start playing with his ass. He’s so cute, shaking around your finger, his cock swelling in the cage and trying to get hard.

You have your fun with him, listening to his whines and whimpers as you slowly take him apart. He shakes every time you angle your fingers up, gripping his thighs so hard that his knuckles are white.

He doesn’t beg though, doesn’t say anything aside from mumbling green when you ask him for his colour. Some days he’s vocal, and likes to beg and plead. But when he just wants to be pushed like this, he tends to prefer you just taking control and being your toy. He gets no say in what you do, can only lay there and take it.

You take mercy on him when he starts to struggle to keeps his legs up, because you know that means he’s getting a bit too desperate. You have the whole weekend with him, there’s no need to push him to the edge now already.

He whines when you take your fingers out, shuffling forwards to try and get them back. Normally he’d get a pinch for that, but you know he’s desperate and not thinking straight so you’ll let it slide.

You remove the cage slowly, making sure to not hurt him and putting the cage on the table to be cleaned later. You stroke him to full hardness softly, gathering some precum from the tip and letting him suck on it. He closes his eyes as he suckles on your finger, relaxing back into the couch.

You move to sit next to him, letting him cuddle into your side and having him lift his one leg and putting it over your lap for easy access. He feels boneless besides you, not an ounce of tension in his body.

But he gets desperate again when you start to stroke his cock to full hardness. He whines and bucks his hips, almost violent.

You move the hand you had around his shoulder to around his waist, gripping him tight to steady him and telling him he can cum.

“Make a mess,” you tell him, “you’ve been so good darling, now it’s time to let go. Yeah? Make a big mess for me.”

It only takes a few more strokes and then he’s done, cumming all over your hand and crying. He cums so hard, all over your hand and his tummy, nearly blacking out with how intense it was.

He slumps against you when it’s over, and you grab his other leg to move it over your lap as well. He ends up sitting across your lap, hiding in your chest and trying to recover.

He’s floating in subspace for the rest of the day, getting lots of cuddles and kisses and praise.

#sub!charles #cl #nsfw. #gn!reader #PA!au #PA!charles

[chronomally]

mr. bna wolfman...

(palette inspired by this post from colorpalettehelp)

#pictures #please feel free to ignore this #I am not an artist #When I say I drew this like a man possessed... #I had at least one morning I woke up like 4 hours before my alarm was supposed to go off #thinking about how that meant I had more time to work on it #I've never been quite so focused on something I'm drawing but I'm tired of thinking about/looking at it now #Technically I accomplished most of the objectives I had for this #(except for a background lol) #I wanted to play around with rim lighting and practice faces from the side #but I'm still not super happy with it especially the nose #Adding this to my list of things I'd like to try redrawing in a couple years when I'm better at art lol #I'm watching BNA

[neopuppy]

Boom (M). Part 3.

Preview: “What’re you watching?” Your eyes widen tilting your head to the side. Hovering behind Jeno’s gaming chair to get a closer look at his computer screen. A video of a bunny hybrid bent over getting rammed from both end’s plays. Squeaks and moans lowly thump from his speakers.

Jeno jolts up pulling his hoodie over his hardened length. His neck twists seeing you focused on the obscene video Jaemin had linked him. Jeno’s throat dries, stuttering- “h-how…how long have you been s-standing there?!?”

Your arms wrap around Jeno’s headrest inching your face closer to his. He falters in surprise tilting his chin up. “Long enough.”

Pairing: 00’line x female bunny hybrid reader

Word Count: 5k+

Genre: Hybrid AU, pwp, idolverse, M/F smut, series

Smut Warning: non-penetrative humping, choking, daddy kink, fingering, oral, gagging, rimming/ass play

Part 1 | Part 2 |

a/n: thanks for 1k on the first two parts. lol fuck.

“What? No baby, absolutely not..” Renjun pries your hand away. Head shaking in dismay, never the less gritting his teeth ready to blow his load.

“Why not?! I want to! Renjun pleaseee” you get up on your knee’s whining. Straddling his thighs maneuvering closer. His eyes widen in the very dimly lit room. Whites of his eyes lighting up the dark. Little did he know what Haechan had taught you.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured to do an-..” Renjun gasps letting out a shocked cry. Your hand reaches into his boxers circling his hard-on. He feels hot and thick pulsing in your palm. Neck loosening exuding soft huffed moans. Your thumb smearing the liquid at the tip of his length with growing interests.

“You’re wet!” you voice excitedly with lit up eyes. Thumb eagerly pressing into the slit dipping in at the tip. Renjun hisses sitting up placing a gentle hold on your wrists.

“Bun, don’t do that. I’m sensitive there.” He sighs, dropping his nose into your shoulder. Breathing out harshly against your neck.

“Renjunnn” you start to whine, flicking your wrist about. Lifting up a leg to straddle his thigh, easing your clothed core down. “I’m wet too..”

“Fuck..” Renjun sputters, swallowing down thinking wordlessly. Would it hurt to continue? You’d been sleeping in his bed practically every night. Rutting against him like some horny bunny in heat…well..His lips part in question before too soon to stop himself- “C-can I see?”

With an over eager hiccup bursting from your chest you sit up. Squeezing over Renjun’s size one more time before laying back down on his bed with your legs spread open. He takes in the visual, licking over his drying lips. Fluttering eyes admire, taking all of you in. The way your skin glows softly as if you were made of silk builds heat up to his chest. Hands at his sides open and close, fingers locking together resisting urges.

With a reassuring nod, for himself, he moves in front of you on his knee’s. Reaching for the sides of your underwear with shaking hands, he tugs them down slowly. Sharing pained moans in unison when the fabric of your panties sticks to your cunt pulling off with a added lewd sound.

Renjun sucks in a deep breath staring into your glistening spread open core. Dick shouting between his legs for freedom. Quietly whispering to himself- “I can’t..I can’t do this..”

Your foot reaches out kicking your underwear away. Pushing your legs open across his bed fully, too naively almost. Renjun’s eyes clench up gritting his teeth together.

Your eyes blur the longer you stare at him. Heat between your legs sending chills up your spine. A wet rush of slick spilling out past your hungry waiting hole, inhaling deeply in, arching- “Touch me.”

The dam breaks, rapid impounding waves of lust growl throughout his chest. Vibrations run up Renjun’s back, dick throbbing angrily between his pressed together thighs. With his tongue sweeping across his cracked lips for moisture, he bends over you. Shared breath’s pass between your lips. His smooth bare chest beats timely against yours. A moment of clarity hits him staring into your eyes. Lips press together softly releasing a moan between each swipe passed.

The heated moment chills momentarily, smiles creeping on your lips as time slows down. Renjun slips his tongue past your lips letting out a broken moan. The inside of your mouth better than anything he could dream to taste. Tongues collide deepening the kiss seeking every little taste of each other. Your hands grasp to the dip in his waist encouraging him to press against you.

“Bun..” Renjun’s sleepy smile hits his eyes. Tented boxers shove between your opening folds. Fabric soaking up your release, timidly his hips roll forward. Exhausted moans sing from both your lips, noses pressing together in elation. “You’re…ah, you’re so so wet..”

“Renjunnie…you get me like this…I like you so much..” you sob. Lower half lifting from his bed begging for more. Renjun eyes tighten shut. Heartbeat racing throughout his dick, full balls aching painfully.

“Like you more..” he laments. Hands finding your parted thighs. Lifting your legs, ankles lock together against his lower back. Renjun confidently thrusts between your dripping core. Silently cursing the damn fabric of his boxers blocking his way to fuck you for real. “Shit-ah bun, you feel so good. So good for me yea?”

Labored breath’s grow heavier. His thrusts stay steady, not too slow not too fast. Wet fabric shielding his hard size creating sinful friction with each pass over your clit. Your nails sink into the sides of soft flesh spread over Renjun’s ribs. Rutting upward desperate for more, more of whatever he was giving you. You croak, whining beneath panted inhales- “Ugh..da…”

Your cheeks light up in flames, chin tucking into your chest shyly. Renjun’s nose nudges into yours curiously staring at your pursed lips. His hold shifts from your legs. Hands cupping around your heated face, thumbs stroking the unshed tears gathering near the rims of your eyes. Heart exploding in his chest adoring the lost lust filled gaze staring up at him. Hips pausing, focusing on your smooth skin tickling the tips of his fingers. Appealing opened swollen lips stealing all of his attention.

“Pretty. So pretty bun..” Renjun’s hushed words rush to your center. Clenching around nothing, groaning when thumbs dip into the sides of your mouth. Your tongue licks side to side lapping his fingers. Drool lurches out of your forced open lips, dribbling down his hands. “Shit baby..”

You whine again, cough trapped in your lungs. Scrabbling at his stomach lifting light marks on his even skin-tone. Thumbs hook behind your lower lip, tugging you down against your chin. Shining liquid glittering under the soft glow penetrating the room. Realizing this may be his only chance to enjoy you in such a way without the rest of the guys scoffing adding their imitation sounds of a whip. Visuals of your body calling for him, only him roll through his hips. Pressure building up in his balls the longer he waits, mentally voicing ‘fuck it’.

“Say it baby. Please bunny, tell me.” Renjun emphasizes with a pointed thrust between your legs. Thumbs loosening their hold, hands landing on your damp sweating neck.

“Da..daddy…..” you quietly whimper. Head flattening on his pillow. Dick jamming between your folds spinning your mind. The cloth covering Renjun’s length impossibly wet by now. Thrust picking up speed rocking you down into his bed. Pretty mouth hung open above you catching bits of air between grunts of exertion. Your body stiffens up, tail twitching at the end of your spine. Toes curling up arching with a scream of staccato moans. Slick drenches his cock again, shakily stopping movements. Allowing your climax to wash over you. Renjun’s face twists, abdomen sucking in. Body shifting before his mind can fully register his next steps. Hands grip your hips, hiking you up in a quick spin to change your positions.

He gets you seated on his lap, your hands plant on his chest to keep steady. You hiss easing your sensitive core down, nestled against his stomach. Renjun reaches behind you whipping his raging length out. Letting it go landing with a slap on your ass. Your eyes widen gasping, jumping up settling down on his hard cock.

“Feel good baby?” Renjun asks, fingers squeezing the meat on your hips. Throat locking up when your folds part over him. Slick paints his size, heated pressure tingles down to his sack.

“Good, so g-good daddy..” you stutter nodding eagerly. Letting him take control of your movements. Pussy parted on him, sliding up and down. Wet sounds of skin on skin escaping between your grinding bottom halves.

“Like this baby..” Renjun cups your hips firmly, knee’s bending to strengthen his thrusts. Ass bouncing down on him as if you were riding his dick. He cries inhaling shallow breath’s in disbelief. Needing to feel more, lungs constricting thinking he may die if he doesn’t fuck you soon.

“Ch-choke me” Renjun asks nicely, too nicely for what he’s asking. Your hands bury into his chest stopping abruptly.

“What??” You whisper considering the time of night. Renjun takes a hold of your wrists, dragging your hands up to his neck.

“Choke me baby, please. Choke daddy.” His hips jerk under you, not asking anymore. Demanding. Hands on-top of yours encouraging you to squeeze around his neck. Your head shakes distracted by his pouty lips falling open drawing out a long moan.

“I…I c-can’t…” your breath quickens. Slick spilling out of you in absurd mounts. Arousal heightening setting a coil spinning throughout your gut. Fingertips itching to plunge into the tender skin.

“Choke me!” Renjen wails, humping up frantically. Cunt slipping over his length too easily, losing balance thrusting faster. Your mouth hangs open whining, palms flattening on his neck. Gently tightening your hold around him. A cough flies from his mouth, head dropping to the side moaning desperately.

“Am…a-am I doing good d-daddy?” You question between moans. Warm cunt wrapping around his size. Hips buck into each other wildly. Helplessly gripping his thin neck the harder you bounce.

“Oh fuck! Fuck bun!!” Renjun shouts. Heaving out struggling breath’s of air. Cock head dipping in breeching your entrance just barely. Lower back squeezing to hold himself back from fucking his way in. His arms flex finding willpower to control himself, turning your bodies over. Cock rutting against your pussy, wetness splashing around. Glistening folds engulf his size. “Cum..cum baby, cum for daddy.”

Renjun’s hips angle, tip of his length setting your bundle of nerves off. Eyes roll to the back of your head slapping your hands on the pillow behind you. Throat drying, huffing moans and groans. Pussy sopping under the meat of Renjun’s size. He cries losing himself further, humping and stammering off what a ‘good girl’ you are. So good for him.

“Shit!” Renjun’s hands slap on your thighs. Cock head pressing against your empty hole. Cum spilling out with his head hung repressing embarrassed sounds of anguish.

You sit up on your elbows, stomach twitching, brow lifted watching white cum spill freely. Blending with the slick smeared over your thighs. Fingers dipping down, lifting the hot liquid to your lips.

“B-bun no!” Renjun’s eyes shoot open. Reaching out, stopped mid-air watching in amazement as you lick cum off your fingers. His cum.

“Do you feel better now daddy?” You ask, licking your fingers clean. Renjun’s brows furrow together. Softening cock lifting on his thigh too excited from the question. You’d be the death of him.

“Really…really good bun.”

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Haechan sighs, watching your fluffed tail wiggle around excitedly in the kitchen. Frustration between his legs spawning the more you lean into Renjun’s touches. Mouth pursing side to side growing further ticked off when he hand feeds you the popcorn you’re making together.

“That should be me..” Haechan points out. Nudging his chin forward for Jaemin to suffer with him.

“You don’t know the half of it. Stop whining, it’s your fault for not living here.” Jaemin sneers, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Sat with Haechan on a love seat meant for two waiting for movie night to begin. “Jeno, what did you pick to watch?”

Jeno looks over his shoulder with a smile shutting his eyes hidden behind thick black lashes. Proudly holding up a blu-ray cover. “The Exorcist.”

“Again?! Dude....I am so tired of watching Linda Blair projectile puke.” Haechan sinks further into the cushion exasperating a groan.

“Bun hasn’t ever seen it!” Jeno proclaims, setting up the movies menu. Ominous haunting music flows from the speakers creating a mood in the dim lit living room. Jaemin scoffing something about how you wouldn’t like it anyway. Know’s Jeno’s hidden plan is probably to get you all scared left with no choice but to fall into his arms. Then again, Jaemin considered how he had used your toothbrush improperly. Maybe some of these scenes would give you ideas..

“You know what I watched again last night?” Haechan turns his body, brows raising in interests. “Dick was hard as a rock, had to bust out some classic hentai. Kite never fails you know, love a good plot.”

“Dude you’ve watched that shit so many times. It’s not even that good.” Jaemin shoots him a glare. Haechan inching closer, slapping his arm.

“It’s amazing! Got me thinking you know… what if we got bunny some assassin training. Imagine her? All Tomb-raider, like a sexy bodyguard fighting off the crazies that follow us around!” Haechan exclaims with a bounce.

“Why the fuck would we do that. Also, assassin training?! What world are you living in!” Jaemin quickly shoots down his absurd thought. “You need to stop watching that stuff. I have an entire file full of explicit hybrid content. I’ll send you some later.”

“Bunny hybrid porn?” Haechan’s interest sparks. Eyeing to the side where you approach with two large bowls in hand. Ears flopping against your hair with every perky stride.

“Tons.” Jaemin responds. Pulling in his bottom lip, dragging his tongue along the cracks. Focused stare on your ass when you bend over, setting down fresh bowls of popcorn. With a smile over your shoulder, you step forward to join Jeno and Renjun leaving you a space on the larger couch. Haechan sits up pulling you between his legs, arms circling around your waist.

“Bunnnnnnny, where are you going baby? I missssssss youuuuuu” he whines with a pout. Planting his chin on your hip blinking exaggeratedly up at you. Your eyes widen surprised, Renjun reprimanding him for guilting you. “Maybe bun wants to sit with us! Don’t you baby?”

He sends you a soft smile full of charm. Charming like a snake hypnotizing your mind, claiming control. His lips peck over the sliver of bare skin peaking beneath your short top. Jaemin perks up piggybacking Haechan’s idea, wrapping his hands around your naked thigh.

“Yea come on bunbun, the movies scary. We’ll protect you baby.” Your nod breaks a defeated sigh from the opposite couch. Letting the two boys squish you between their bodies. Legs press against yours trapping your thighs together. Haechan throwing a blanket over all three of your laps. His face nuzzles into your neck happily, breathing out dreamy sounds.

“My bunny, always smells so sweet. So delectable.” Haechan murmurs, lips pressed up on your skin. Jaemin’s hand slips beneath the blanket covering your lower halves. Fingers trace up and down your thigh, attention focused on the screen to remain inconspicuous.

Jeno easily gets absorbed into the film right from the start. Hand greedily shoving mouthfuls of popcorn into his mouth laughing between bites. Renjun mumbling about how he hates this movie at his side carrying the bowl in his lap. Haechan’s eyes swiftly flick to them, resting his head upon your shoulder. Finger lifting to his lips with a silent ‘shhh’ his other hand finding your free thigh.

Jaemin and Haechan are a different type of evil together. Judging from the movie, you’d think they were the ones possessed. Each of their hands glide up your thighs. Jaemin’s sneaking beneath your shorts, fingers pressing to your clothed core. Haechan ever bold, slipping under the top of your underwear. His fingers softly press your clit, Jaemin’s fingers shove your underwear in. Losing count at this point of how many panties they’ve ruined.

Jaemin’s head rests on your shoulder, lips taunting you spewing baby talk. “Naughty bunbun getting wet watching this?”

They’re relentless, Haechan reaching around tucking your face into his neck when your whimpers grow too loud. Saying something in response to Renjun’s questioning about how he told them this would be too scary for you.

Your orgasm ripping free when Jaemin pulls your ruined underwear to the side. Fingers roughly swiping your folds back and forth. Huffing hot breath’s on your neck. His hand pulls out, licking clean the taste of you’ve left behind. Lips press to your cheek, tracing words reminding you, he can’t wait to fuck you full.

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“Be good okay baby?” Renjun squeezes your cheeks together. Kissing your plump lips over and over again. Mumbling cute little sounds between each pass of lips.

“Why can’t I..” you question between kisses. Teeth wetting his mouth every time your lips meet. “..go with you?”

“Ah bun I wish I could bring you along. Not yet okay? Things will calm down after we’re done with schedules.” Renjun says with a sympathetic look. Hates feeling like he’s trapping you indoors. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask Jeno. I know he still makes you a little nervous but his intentions are good I promise.”

“..I’m standing right here..” Jeno huffs. Leaned against a wall near the hallway entrance. He’s taken to walking around shirtless lately whenever Renjun complains over the air conditioning blasting too hard. His biceps flex squeezing over his chest, sneaking a peak whenever you find him looking away. Jeno made you nervous, amongst other things.

“Exactly.” Renjun sets one last peck on your lips. Walking across to the front door, jabbing a finger into Jeno’s chest along the way. “So be good. Both of you. Put a damn shirt on too.”

“We gotta go!” Jaemin pokes his head in, waving goodbye. Renjun scurries out blowing you a kiss. Jeno presses into the corner of the wall staring at his feet.

“I’ll be in my room if you need anything bun.” Jeno’s head hangs low, turning with slumped shoulders. It was getting harder to pretend he didn’t excite you in a fearful way. The scent stuck to his worn clothes similar to that of puppy hybrid’s brought into the shop. He was strange, quiet, always avoiding eye contact. Running off apologizing whenever he’d just as much graze your skin in the narrow hallway.

Boredom strikes 10 minutes later having flipped through every channel 3 times over with no success. You sink lazily into the couch with eyes darting around looking for something to do. Ears twitching glancing down the hall wondering what Jeno was getting up to.

Maybe it was time to find out.

Jaemin: *link attached*

Jeno: If this is another picture of your dick next to a ruler I’m blocking you for good.

Haechan: Holy fucking shit, this bunny’s fatass is getting FUCKED up. Dude we should do this!

Jeno: Oh is this hybrid porn?

Jeno: …..why isn’t Renjun in this chat?

Haechan: Narc

Jaemin: Just watch it dude, I can’t listen to you jerk off at 2am again. I need my beauty sleep.

Jeno: Fuck you.

Jeno ends up sucked into the video Jaemin sent. Too sucked in to hear your light footsteps pad into his room. Whatever he was watching piquing your interests as well. Soft groans emit beneath you, eyes sucked into the visual before him.

“What’re watching?” Your eyes widen tilting your head to the side. Hovering behind Jeno’s gaming chair to get a closer look at his computer screen. A video of a bunny hybrid bent over getting rammed from both end’s plays. Squeaks and moans lowly thump from his speakers.

Jeno jolts up pulling his hoodie over his hardened length. His neck twists seeing you focused on the obscene video Jaemin had linked him. Jeno’s throat dries, stuttering- “h-how…how long have you been s-standing there?!?”

Your arms wrap around Jeno’s headrest inching your face closer to his. He falters in surprise tilting his chin up. “Long enough.”

“Bun…I….I c-can explain..” Jeno stutters. Gasping in a deep breath when you move around settling your ass on his thigh. Elbows perched on his desk with your face too close to the screen. Completely enamored by the sight. The bunny with fur just like yours and awfully similar features appearing lost in a haze of pleasure. Jeno’s hands lift hovering over your round hips, face tightening up in pain when you wiggle against him.

“Are they hurting her?” Your questions surprises Jeno. Opting to grip your hips in a snug hold to keep you in place. Thin basketball shorts half way up his thighs have your barely covered core snuggled directly on his skin. Cock throbbing as heat rushes up between his legs from where your bodies connect.

“N-no bun…not at all..she really likes it..” Jeno swallows. Eyes shutting trying to reel in his frustration. Three weeks too much of torment. Too many cum dried tissues filling up the trash can in the corner of his room. Too many mornings with his ear pressed to the bathroom door listening to your pretty cries. Jealousy and desire pushing him to an ultra sensitive state of mind. Often times pocketing your discarded underwear from the laundry basket to jerk off into later.

“What’s his face doing there?!” You perk up, lower half bouncing against him. Finger tapping at the male human’s face buried in the hybrid’s ass. Jeno’s eyes flutter, pursing his lips together tightly lapping at the roof of his mouth.

“He’s…he loves her so..that’s…when you really love someone…” Jeno’s hands shift. Fingertips sinking into the swell of your ass. Squeezing and pulling the meaty mounds with your cute twitching ball of fluff at the top. Humming to himself, working a massage into the dip of your back- “You eat their ass..”

“Really?!” You voice shocked. Too engulfed watching the hybrid’s center explode with liquid shooting out of her convulsing body. Screams of pleasure and over worked grunts combine, blending with Jeno’s eager groans behind you.

“Yea bun…I love you so much you know that right?” Jeno mumbles mostly to himself. Horny deprived rage consuming him whole, not putting much thought behind his words. Hips stuttering when you shift turning at your waist to look at him seriously.

“Does that mean you’re gonna eat my ass?” Your eyes sparkle in excitement. Jeno’s jaw drops, struck with the bullshit he’d just spatted. Mouth shutting and opening preparing an excuse before the lightbulb turns on. Smile building up reaching the bottoms of his eyes.

“I really…” he leans forward, arms circling your waist. Lips brush your jaw, quietly continuing- “..really really really wanna eat your ass.”

Your eyes shut half-way allowing Jeno’s nose to nuzzle into yours. Lips brushing together. Whispered words trace your mouth- “Love you so much bun. I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do.”

You ease further back into lap, hard cock digging into your lower back. Lips pressing against Jeno’s firmly. His hands slide up your stomach, cupping under your breasts with a scorching squeeze.

His hips circle up, pushing on your chest down to add friction. Hidden dick crying for attention. Jeno shoves you down harder thrusting up at the same time. Painfully desperate for more, battling in his mind to not waste time. Renjun and Jaemin would be back soon.

“Bend over bun” Jeno licks your earlobe. Coming down to squeeze your waist from behind. He assists you into position when you throw him a confused look. Bending you over with your chest on his desk. Jeno falls to his knee’s, brows lifting into his forehead. Feels like his brains getting kicked around like a soccer ball. Considers having lost his mind from days pent up rubbing his dick raw. Having to lotion himself up the last few days after jerking off 5 times in a row when you modeled swimsuits for them was for sure enough to crack his head open. Haechan’s brilliant ideas never fail. “You’re so…so beautiful bunny..”

Jeno slowly rolls the cotton down unveiling your perked ass. Jaw falling open in time with each inch of skin revealed. Choking on a gust of air, his face dips forward. Nose inhaling deeply, face turning side to side between your cheeks like a man with no self-control. Reassured he has none with hands squeezing your cheeks apart. Lips pouting pressing against your rim.

“Jeno…feels weird..” you murmur, peaking over your shoulder. Flames rise from between your thighs to your chest.

“Love it bun…” Jeno muffles against your ass. Tongue prodding your shut hole groaning deep in his stomach. “Taste so fucking good.”

Jeno’s growls hum vibrations through your limbs. Tonguing your hole like it’s his last meal. Fingers seep into your buttcheeks roughly. Face shoving between you as far as he can. Thinks he’ll have to eat your ass everyday to not starve to death. Your hole loosens under his pointed tongue, pretty wanton moans bounce off his walls. Dizzied, slurping around you with a strong suck.

“Fuck..” Jeno pops off. Holding you stretched apart. Gritting a scream through his teeth mesmerized by your winking pussy. He can’t resist, circling a fingertip around your hungry entrance. Dipping in laving your rim, stimulating you from both ends.

Your neck snaps, screaming strained whiny moans. Toes bend against the floor, tremors shake up your thighs. Jeno teases your core, fingertip pressing in tempted to fill you up. Tongue breeching through your wrinkled hole at the same time. Your head drops on the desk, slamming a fist down. Jolting forward moaning out his name. Pussy convulsing around his fingertip. Jeno pulls back watching you cum, teeth tugging his bottom lip in to not cry.

“Fuck….ah, fuck fuck….fuck bun…” he sighs. Cheek resting on your ass dragging his finger to your rim. Tapping lightly, softly shaking from your intense trembling. “Did you like that bun?”

Jeno stands up, gently lifting you to rest on his chest. Hands soothing up your spine, large arms wrapping you in safety. Your head nods, sinking in further. Eyes lifting when his hard size pokes your hip

You slip from his arms, down to the floor panting. Jeno’s lips shining coated with a thick layer of slick. Face full of ecstasy staring down at you.

“Jeno..you’re hard..” you adjusts sitting up on your knee’s. Hands trailing his smooth firm thighs. Pushing him back to seat in the chair behind his figure. Jeno licks his lips savoring the taste of you left behind. Sucking in a breath between teeth, sliding fingers into your scalp.

“It’s okay..” he pauses releasing a shocked sound. Your tongue laps around the tip of his cock, tenderly cradling his full thick size in your small hand. Jeno’s brain near explodes amazed by how your fingers can’t wrap around his girth entirely.

“Ah..” his chest lifts, falling back against his chair when you suck his cock head in. Tongue swirling around deliciously, full sack drawing up between his legs. Your hands grip his thighs, slowly inching in forward coughing around the mass size of him. Eyes burning when you look up for approval to continue. Jeno sighs in relief, hot mouth struggling around him tightly. Gently he pries you away, thumb running over your swelling pouting lips.

“Too big for you baby?” His voice lowers, asking sweetly. Bending over pressing his forehead on yours staring into your tear filled eyes.

“I love it so much!” You bounce on your knee’s. Nails lightly dragging down his thighs. “More!”

Jeno expresses an all too pleased smile. Pushing your flopping ears back. Hands slide to your jaw holding you open. “Gonna be a good bun, take it all. Don’t move, be careful with your teeth too baby.”

Jeno helps you with a hand placed on top of your head. Another on your nape, resisting his urge to fuck deep in your throat. Praising you for deep throating him like a pro. Spit spilling past your stretched lips down to his balls. Basketball shorts messy coated with your bodily fluids. Hand soothingly encouraging you to take his length with soft squeezes on your neck.

Choked garbled sounds hit the back of your throat. Cock filling your wet mouth, tongue flatly pressed along a pulsing vein.

“Shit bunnnnn..” Jeno drawls a struggling cry. Thrusting the last two inches of his size in. Hitting so deep, knocking your tonsils in the process. Tears and spit flow, gagging and coughing around his fat cock “so good, you’re so good baby..love you, my perfect bunny.”

His fingers tap over your expanded cheeks, hissing when your throat constricts. Relaxing into his seat, eyes skimming the screen where the hybrid’s twisted up with legs above her head double penetrated. Cock twitching angry, ready for that to be you. Losing himself to the fantasy gripping around the back of your head. Jeno grinds into your stuffed mouth. Grunting raspy moans, size beating on your tongue. His hips lift up keeping you held in place fucking up chasing release. Growling louder as spit and tears fly letting him have his way.

“Fuck…oh fuck bun..” Jeno arches up. Ass dropping into his chair, eyes crinkled shut. Hot bursts of cum shoot down your throat gagging you. Pulling off coughing up spit and cum smeared over your lips. Jeno’s chest rises rapidly, cock still spewing cum on his messy shorts.

“Jeno! What the fuck!” Renjun’s mouth hangs open. Hand around the door knob to Jeno’s shared room with Jaemin. The latter showing up behind him dawning a large smile. Proudly holding two thumbs up behind Renjun’s head with an exclamation.

“Oooh, sexy!!”

——————————————————————————

Hanging out in Jeno and Jaemin’s room had become more common. Often times cuddled between the two wrapped up in oversized worn hoodies from their laundry baskets. Jaemin rutted against your underwear clad ass, thrusting you into Jeno. A ten minute nap turning into another dry hump session. Jeno’s lips brushed along your chin littering soft kisses. Deep breath’s drawing from his mouth stroking across your skin. His thighs wrapped around your hip jutting forward into your core.

“Bun, you’re so hot..” Jeno’s brows furrow in concern. Back of his hand meeting your cheek letting out a hiss. “Like…super hot..”

“Fuck yea, super hot..” Jaemin’s hips jerk up faster agreeing. Heavily breathing along your ear. Jeno sits up, pushing him off. Eyes widening taking in your lost expression. Glazed over eyes rolling up when his hand sets on your hip.

“Dude the fuck..” Jaemin protests, moving on to his knee’s. Following Jeno’s movement, his brows draw up. “Bunbun? What’s wrong baby?”

“..I think..” Jeno parts your legs open sucking in a deep breath. Soaked cotton between your thighs sets his gut aflame. Inner thighs glisten in slick forming a spot on his bedding beneath you. “Renjun…I’m gonna get Renjun..”

Jaemin’s eyes extend in size, lost himself when Jeno charges out of the room. His hands stroke your hair back, cupping the back of your head to place in his lap. Questioning the more shallow your breath’s release- “What’s wrong baby?”

Your chest rises and falls faster, the wall behind Jaemin’s head spins. Heart thumping faster between your legs. Hole gripping at nothing, gushing out loads of slick.

Renjun appears with a frantic Jeno garbling out words at his side. “Do you think it’s…”

Renjun sits on his knees holding your cheeks softly. Eyes glinting with worry, thumbs stroking your burning skin. “Baby, can you tell me how you feel?”

“..hot, so hot Renjunnie..” you whine, dropping your face to the side. Tongue sweeping the tip of his thumb. Sucking breathily around his finger with need you croon- “W-want you, ne-…n-need so much.”

The three share a look, groins shifting in discomfort. Jaemin’s dick throbs on his thigh near your fluffed ear.

“Should we call Haechan?..” He whispers, stroking his palms down the sides of your head lovingly. Jeno nods pulling out his phone, swiping up Haechan’s contact.

“I’ll call him. I think buns going into heat.”

Part 4–>

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[seraphdreams]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 — 𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮.

contains - sub! inui, femdom!reader, mommy kink, a little bit of mdlb, choking, praise, dumbification, dacryphilia, pegging, lingerie & heels, slight feminization of inui, slight fear play. 18+ mdni.

synopsis - a pretty boy deserves pretty lingerie, and to be fucked dumb until he can’t speak.

author’s note - this is my first time writing inui, PLEASE go easy on me. also i really branched out from what i usually write here.

he’s your pretty boy, right? there’s not a thing wrong with him, he’s entirely perfect. from his scar, to his long, sunflower blond hair, to his body decorated in sheer black lingerie. sure, it was a bit embarrassing for him—especially with the way his hard cock seemed to practically break free from the panty set you bought him but he looks too beautiful to stop now.

“m-mommy, it doesn’t fit” he whines out as he sits in front of you on the bed, uncomfortably fidgeting with the lingerie. “i think ‘s too tight.” he continues, looking up at you for guidance. too tight? it can’t be; the lace bra cups his chest perfectly as the matching thong holds him just right, the strings on the side digging into his waist. “baby, you’re just not used to it” you hum, dipping your two fingers into the seat of the panties and pulling them to the side, his hard on springing out along with swollen balls.

just like his face, his body is pretty as well, toned muscles from years of fighting. it contrasts how soft he is now, with his mommy. he spreads his legs with a gasp as the head of his cock slaps against his stomach. “does this feel better?” you ask, your hand now coming to stroke at his length. “y-yes..” he creaks out, cheeks and nose dusted with a pretty pink blush and eyes squeezed shut. he’s sensitive, and he knows you know that, so his only choice is to endure the feeling.

he responds to each twist and squeeze of your hand with high pitched yelps, eyes locked onto your hand because he just can’t get enough. that’s when you stop, halting your motions and running a light finger down the underside of his dick. he takes a moment to breathe before asking you, “mommy, why’d you stop?” you let out a chuckle in response to his question, looking into his eyes with nothing but pure adoration, that and the thought that lingers in the back of your mind—breaking him.

“don’t worry, sei. mommy’s going to make you feel even better.”

excitement and fear runs through his veins. he knows those words all too well, and exactly what they mean. you turn to the dresser behind you, lathering your fingers with lube before getting back to him. “are you gonna—“ you hush his question by pushing him back and rimming his pretty puckered hole with your fingers, drawing circles around the area. he shudders at your touch before you dip two of your digits in, curling your fingers slowly at his walls.

“nngh, mommy..” he moans out, his hair splayed across the pillows and legs spread wide. you run your free hand over the lingerie, slipping under the bra and playing with his nipples. “good, good boy. you look so pretty being a mess for mommy.” you coo as you reach your fingers deeper and curling faster. the softness of his walls against your digits only ease you in further as you can tell by the twitch of his cock and how he’s pathetically rutting his hips onto you, that he’s close. “please let me cum!” he cries out, pretty tears adorning his lash line as you tantalizingly remove your fingers, giving him a faux smile, mocking intent behind it. “not yet, i want you to cum on my cock.”

and with that, his heart is thumping repeatedly, about to burst out of his chest in anticipation of what you’re about to do to him. it’s then when he sees the way you pull out a strap on, probably bigger than him, and lubricate it before adjusting it to your waist and treading toward him. he’s so pretty with eyes blown out in fear as you fold his legs back, his feet decorated with pretty red heels. “now be a good boy, sei, and take all of it.” he nods his head frantically before squeezing his eyes shut and whimpering out when he feels the way you settle yourself inside him.

“‘s so big, m-mommy!” he whines as you bottom yourself inside him. you pull back and slam into him hard, fucking him at a brutal pace that makes him see stars immediately. “oh god, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck, ah!” he cries, his voice pitchy and breaking under the weight of your palm around his throat. pretty boys always look best when they’re being fucked like sluts. “aw? does my little boy feel good?” you coo. he responds with a nod of his head and incessant babbling. how cute, it’s something about the way he seems to always be so obedient with you. you go to stroke his cock as you continue your hammering movements, watching as those pretty tears in his eyes form all over again. his brows are furrowed and drool coats his lips as he cries out “mommy! ‘s too much!”

too much? guess you’ll have to show him what too much really is. you fold his legs back as far as they can, squeezing the fat tip of his cock harder when you stroke him and fucking him at an undying pace. he’s definitely sensitive and with the way you’re making him feel good he can’t help but coat your hand in thick white ropes of his cum, rasping out “thank you, thank you, thank you” while he bucks his hips into your hand. “oh, inupi. you’re a mess.”

“mommy’s pretty little mess.”

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[yeouls]

SYNOPSIS | having your virgin cunt slutted out on an examination chair by a hot ass doctor is something straight out of a porno—expect it’s way better.

CONTENT | medical kink, corruption, innocence, virginity loss, dubcon, blood kink, degradation, squirting, praise, humiliation, virginity test, unethical as humanly possible.

FEATURING | eren jaeger

WORD COUNT | 2.8k

growing up in a religiously conservative household with parents that rebuked the concept of sex meant that one thing was routine; a yearly check up to ensure that you weren't going against their wishes.

this year things were different. you were sent off on your own to a new clinic. although you turned eighteen months ago and could easily say no, you felt the compelling need to obey your parents. after all, you still lived under their roof.

the fact that you were growing older and independent made them more desperate to keep you as ‘pure’ as possible. they were eager to banish the filth of sex and sin that could potentially manifest within you.

a part of you hated it but the other part of you understood because you were their only daughter. their obsession went as far as homeschooling you during your high school years.

unlike all past visits, this time you were greeted by a male doctor—a rather handsome and young one at that. his emerald eyes glistened a certain darkness but his gleaming smile eluded nothing but brightness. you could feel the sweat eagerly itch in your palms when the man first entered the room.

you impatiently pat your damp hands gently onto the patient gown you had changed into minutes ago.  

“no need to be so nervous, i don’t bite,” he lightheartedly chuckles while settling down onto the rolling chair. his smooth words were quick to snap you from your frantic state as he rolls closer to you on his chair. “our female doctor is out on emergency, i hope you don’t mind.”

you didn’t mind but him being an arm length away sent your heart pulsating in your chest. you could smell the faint, musky aroma of his cologne dangling in the air around him. the small whispers of his earthy shampoo filled your nostrils. even the drabbles of his scent rushes a heat of nervousness through your body.

you hadn’t been like this with past doctors. was it because he was young? or attractive? or a man? the only men you grew up around was your father and older brother so interactions with other males were quite limited and overwhelming.

you can’t control the nervousness that roots in your stomach—the tension filling your abdomen with a foreign feeling.

your eyes can’t help but stay glued to the floor as you play with the hem of your gown. the room blankets in a still silence. you can feel your heart rapidly beating in your ears and pounding against your ribs as you anticipate his next words.

“i see that you’re here for a virginity test,” he murmurs while writing on the clipboard that he grips in his hand. you trace your eyes from the floor to his eyes and you’re taken aback by how intensely he is staring at you. you slightly turn your head away from him and nod in confirmation.

“i’m gonna need you to use your words.”

the tone in his sentence was extremely variant from the kind voice he was speaking in seconds ago. his words were now coated in a husky, dark tone that brought a chill to your spine. it was the same looming darkness that made your heart race when you first saw him. it was enticing and enchanting. an unfamiliar sensation swells in your core as you slightly squirm on the chair.

“yes, my parents are a bit…hysteric,” you whisper in an attempt to explain your situation to him. you were afraid he would judge you for being a virgin when kids your age were out indulging in sex.

“there’s no need to explain yourself to me,” he reassures in a smile as he settles the clipboard on the side of the table and rests a hand on your bare thigh. your breath is caught in your lungs by his sudden touch. the touch was filled with anything but innocence. but how could you be aware of his dark intentions? “i’ll take good care of you, hm?”

you softly nibble on your bottom lip before nodding your head. his blazing touch is soon gone as the rushing of water echos through the room. you intently watch as he washes his hands and snaps on a fresh pair of latex gloves. the thumping of your heart increases by each step he takes closer to you.

maybe the leering darkness in his eyes and tone was a mistake on your behalf. he was nice enough to tell you that he’d take good care of you.

“lay back on the chair for me,” he requests as he rolls closer on his seat. your heart feels like exploding out of your chest as you cave into his request. you’re once again meet with the ceiling of the examination room that you were accustomed to for the past two years.

your eyes tightly screw shut as he props your legs up on the leg rests. your feel yourself flinch at the sensation of cool air coating your cunt as your gown rises. a heat burns in your face as you become aware that you were on display to him. you had done this before but something about this time just feels so different.

eren himself couldn’t hold himself back when granted the sight of your wetness. something about an innocent virgin opening her legs to him had his mind running in circles. the persistent urge to corrupt you and drag you into his darkness rushes through his veins. the need to tease you and use you until you begged crying for mercy was slowly overpowering him.

“i see something has excited you,” he leers as a single gloved digit runs up your folds—familiarizing himself with your cunt. he nearly chuckled at how erect your clit had gotten in that short time amount of time. the atmosphere of the room goes heavy—this was anything but a normal examination.

his eyes grow darker as he parts your puffy lips and observes how your virgin holes twitches at the sudden rush of cold air. a small whimper falls from your lips at the cool feeling of his latex gloves. “i doubt you’re a virgin seeing how wet you are.”

it felt different, it didn’t feel like a conversation that should be taking place between a doctor and his patient. but the thing is, you never saw him as a doctor to begin with—you saw him as an attractive male. and he for sure didn’t see you as a patient but more as a little hole to experiment with.

“i’m gonna make you a little more wet so i can slide my fingers in to check, okay?” he hums spreading your folds and enjoying the glistening secretions that coated it. he planned to tease you and arouse you to the point you couldn’t help but beg for him to touch you more.

the lustful whimpers that fall from your lips made his pants grow tighter. he couldn’t wait to stretch out your tight, little cunt. to watch the impure blood drip as he took every last bit of innocence you possessed.

your hips twitch at a foreign yet pleasurable sensation as he leads up your folds—fondling with the small and sensitive flesh. it was a sensation that made you feel like your lungs would give out. the strange feeling made something tighten in your abdomen as your body naturally stiffened. it hadn’t gone like this with other doctors.

eren enjoyed it, watching you confuse over what he was doing to your body. your innocence and neediness only compelling him more. he took pleasure in you trembling under his light touch. he knew by stimulating your clit that he’d make your hornier and in need for more of him.

“f..feels weird,” you finally manage to stutter out. your mind feels more distant than usual as you are unable to focus on anything except this new pleasure. a pleasure that you didn’t want to let go of—that you wanted to experience over and over again.

“that’s normal, i’m just prepping you a bit,” he hushes in a voice dripping in lust. his eyes had grown darker and pupils far more dilated than earlier. strands of hair splayed on his face as your pants intensified.

there was just something so concupiscent about having him between your legs. every inch of your body desired and cried for him. you wanted more. it was becoming harder by the second to suppress the embarrassing whines that fell from your lips.

a hidden, dark smirk paints his face the more wetter you grow from his touch. his fingers were gone from your source of pleasure and were now rimming around your entrance. you shiver a bit at the coldness of the glove.

this was the part of the exam you were familiar with. the part where two fingers want up your vagina to observe if any vaginal penetration had taken place. something felt different when he first entered, his fingers were more exploring than observing.

a shameless moan echos through the room when he presses against something inside you that created an equally pleasurable sensation as earlier. “you’re not the good girl i thought you were, are you?”

whatever words came from his mouth didn’t make it past your ears. your hips jolt forward wanting his fingers to press against that same spot again. formulation of words is a lost possibility as you attempt to defend yourself.

“i a…am! i am a good girl,” you finally moan out in defense of yourself. you truly were. you had no idea why your body was reacting like this now when it hadn’t during past exams. “it’s you who’s making me feel weird.”

a simple, sneerful scuff is his response as your hips involuntarily move against his fingers. your trembling under his touch comes to halt when his fingers slide out of your cunt. your mind feels dazed at what just happened. you didn’t know what it was but you needed more. the boiling sensation arising in your stomach building up to something simply vanished.

so blindly driven by pleasure, you find yourself stopping the man in his tracks by gripping onto his coat sleeve. you slightly sit up with eyes dawning thick tears. the look of ruin on your face automatically rushing blood to his nether regions. eren’s face looked the opposite of you; cool, calm, collected but little did you know that the facade was falling apart.

“m…more, please,” you practically beg as your face grows hotter than before. the innocent pleading promptly causes eren to smirk.

“i’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

the frustration of his teasing makes you nibble at your bottom lip. he knew what you wanted and he wanted you to say it—to beg for it. but you, yourself were far to embarrassed to allow the words to dare slip past your quivering lips. you pull his hand closer by the grip on his sleeve and grasp onto his wrist before guiding him to your soaking cunt.

“more of this,” you whimper as you faintly move his hands over your arousal—the touch barely causing you an pleasure. the action to him was far more convincing than words could ever be. he was further satisfied than ever having you under his clutch from just a little teasing.

his white coat falls to the floor as he inches closer to you. the dark tone and alluding smirk were back into play as he snaps his latex gloves off. his callous finger drags up your core as he places a teasing tap on your clit.  “i’m gonna fuck you and turn you into my pretty, little whore.”

you feel your cunt twitch at the words dripping in lust. a gasp falls from your lips as his fingers stuff your cunt again, this time much harsher than earlier. “you’re telling me you weren’t begging me to fuck you when you were sitting here all wet and whiny, hm?”

“n…no, want you to fuck me,” you whisper as his middle and ring finger drive into your sweet spot. the word fuck felt so foreign to your tongue—so vile and dirty. filthy enough for you to forget the entire reason you came in the first place.

you can feel the familiar build up of tension accelerating in your abdomen.

“i..i want it,” you moan, mind blurred by the pleasure of his fingers plunging into your walls. your nails dig into the leather of the seat as you feel a wet sensation licking at you. your breath catches in your lungs as you look down to see the sight of his face buried between your thighs and mercilessly licking at your cunt.

“n…no, it’s dirty,” you stammer as your fingers tangle in his hair. your failed attempt barely hinders his lapping at your clit.

“if only you know how sweet you taste,” he moans into your cunt. the vibrations of his words only amplifying the pleasure. your body tenses as a heat surges through your skin. your mind goes blank and moans grow loud as a warm liquid rushes down your thighs.

tears brink in your eyes at the relentless pounding of his fingers into you even after climaxing. the overstimulation enough to leave your legs trembling.

“fuck,” he grunts at your ruined sight. he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. the tightening in his pants was unbearable at this point. he was more than eager to stretch out your tiny cunt and leave you a whining mess.

“what do you want?” he whispers as he begins to bring your legs down from the rests. your mind was still foggy from your first orgasm. all you knew was that you wanted to feel more of that burning pleasure.

“i want you to make me feel good here,” you pant as you run your fingers up your wetness. the reply flourishes a smile of pride on his face—like he had successfully accomplished something.

“c'mere, i’ll make you feel good.”

with weak knees and a slipping gown you fall into his lap—straddling him. your arms wrap around his neck as you eagerly rut yourself against him. a smirk paints his face as he watches you innocently rub against his bulge looking for some sort of satisfaction.

“you learn fast, don’t you? already a fucking whore,” he chuckles while gripping your cheeks. your face heats in embarrassment at the degrading words. his grip on your hips brings your movements to a complete halt. his hands hook under your thighs as he places you on the examination chair.

“i can’t hold myself back any more.”

his hands lead down to quickly undo the string to his scrubs. your eyes slightly widening at his size. was it even going to fit?

“it’s not gonna fit,” you murmur in concern while chewing on your bottom lip. his hand rests under your chin as your eyes meet his.

“i’ll make it fit.”

the same cunning tone of darkness persistent in his words.

a sharp breath fills your lungs as a burning sensation consumes your lower half. your whimpers of pain are silenced by his lips as his tongue slides into your mouth. his hand drags down to your clit and draw circles in an attempt to relieve you.

“shhhh, you’re doing such a good job,” he whispers against your lips as you feel him pressing against your sweet spot. fake words of comfort for him to just use you to suit his needs. a darkness glistens in his eyes as he takes in the sight of your tight cunt clenching around him dripping in blood.

the gentleness of his thrusts are soon gone and are replaced with something much harder and rougher. the hands that once caressed your cheeks earlier telling you that you were doing good were now wrapped around your throat.

“i told you to shut up, didn’t i? at this point everyones going to hear what a whore you are.”

his harsh words only turn you on more as the sweat of his skin sticks against yours. the feeling of pleasure rained over you as you came around him from overstimulation—your body daring to give out at any second.

your mind feels murky as all you can manage to do is rut your hips against his chasing another high. your body falls limb against the cool leather as the warmth of his seed fills you.

he was proud of the ruined mess he left you in. your cunt dripping the mixture of his cum and your blood. your body coated in sweat. your cheeks stained in tears and your lips puffy from all his bites.

he had completely demolished the image of innocence that bloomed from you when you first walked in. he had marked you with his darkness. he knew you were bound to come back for more. after all—they all do.

“i look forward to our next appointment.”

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[junisfics]

All This Time — Armin Arlert (1)

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Pairing: Armin Arlert x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Series Summary: Reader messages her best friend Armin late one night while she's drunk and needy, but will she remember the things she said to him in the morning, and if she does... will she regret it?

Part Summary: After Armin receives a disturbingly vague message from his best friend, he shows up to her house only to find her drunk and needy

Content: Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut

Content Warnings: Sexual Content, Mentions of Masturbation, Sexual Fantasies

You met Armin in your freshman year of high school. You had gone to separate middle schools, but those two schools fed into your then high school and you became classmates. You shared a band class together, Armin played clarinet and you played the piano. The entire band was split between two periods, you and Armin’s seventh period consisted of woodwinds while the other period held brass… percussion was split evenly between the two periods. 

That was the first game of chance.

The second one was after-school practice sessions with Mr. Steunberg. Apparently, Armin was struggling with sight-reading just as much as you were, so you were paired together for practice lessons on Mondays. And every Monday for the second semester of freshman year, you and Armin played your instruments in that little sound booth while your music teacher corrected you from outside.

Eventually, the twenty minutes between the end of school and the beginning of lessons was being shared between the two of you rather than each of you hiding off down some hallway. You had decided to come down the band hall early, conveniently at the same time Armin had as well. 

It started with one of you asking if the other had a certain teacher, followed by asking if they had completed the night’s assignment for that class. Over time, the floor distance between you two closed and you’d sit cross-legged on the carpeted floor just outside the booth, knee to knee, sharing snacks before Mr. Steunberg made his way from his History class and down to the band hall. You’d work on homework together and laugh over the squeaking mistakes from the neighboring booths.

Just around the time when you and Armin began to grow comfortable with each other, your organized lessons had stopped and your blooming friendship had been put on pause. Neither of you missed it too much, you barely knew each other, but you still smiled at each other in the halls and occasionally talked before your shared class if there was time, but there really wasn’t.

It was like that for a while; little waves, sentence-long conversations, awkward silences followed by equally as awkward good-byes. It was months before you ever talked the same way you had in that little hallway.

It wasn’t like you craved his presence. Christ, you would completely forget about him if you didn’t see him every day in class. But when he came up to you at the end of the day one day while you were sitting on the piano bench, waiting for the final bell to ring, you couldn’t help but smile.

You still remember the shirt he was wearing, how he pushed those thin-rimmed glasses he still wore up his nose as he talked with you, “Can you help me with sight-reading? I don’t wanna tell my mom I need lessons again and I’m embarrassed to ask anyone else.”

Of course, you had said yes to him, you wouldn’t be pulling your phone out in the middle of the night in the peak of summer to text him while you’re shit-faced to text him if you hadn’t.

Your practicing together turned into practicing and doing homework together, which turned into getting off track and watching YouTube videos together. Then came the hanging out outside of homework and lessons; goofing off at either of your neighborhood parks, walking down the road to get fast-food, running around in a grocery store because there was nothing else to do in the suburbs.

There wasn’t an exact moment where you agreed that you were best friends, it just happened. You were always there for him whenever he got pushed around by the baseball boys, when his parents got divorced and his grandfather moved in, when he got his acceptance letter to the college of his choice; and he was there for you for your first boyfriend and your first heartbreak, he was there when your dog was lost for five days… he being the one that found her, and when you got your acceptance letter, he was the one sitting next to you with open arms.

There were moments when you found yourselves distancing; when you got into little arguments. But at the end of the day, the love that each of you had for each other was stronger than anything. You always came back to him, and he to you. 

No matter how many times you broke his heart by flirting with him just to hook up with some random guy at a party the same day, told him that he was your ‘best friend’, talking about how he was ‘like a brother’ to you, he couldn't leave you and he couldn’t stop loving you.

Armin would do anything for you and you would do anything for Armin. This is why when he got your messages in the dead of the night, he was over to your apartment before he could even text back.

‘armin’ ‘come over’ ‘help’ ‘need help’

Every second between the moment he got your messages until he reached your door, he was mortified. His heart was pounding out of his chest, knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering while swerving around corners recklessly, eyes flitting over your parking lot to try and find anything out of the ordinary.

He almost tripped on the curb of the sidewalk while running up to your building. He was whipping open doors and frantically pressing elevator buttons as his keys still jangled in his hands, he didn’t even think to shove them into his pockets. His eyes bore into the red, electric lettering at the frame of the elevator, watching the numbers increase with his hand pressing against the metal doors like it’ll somehow make it go faster.

Once he reaches your door, he knocks frantically, jolts of pain shooting through his knuckles as he does so.

And you’re right at the door waiting for him. You tug it open the second you hear him outside of it, a giant smile of relief on your face.

“Oh my god! Thank god you’re here! I was going to pass out from waiting so long,” You giggle, grabbing ahold of his forearm that was still outstretched from knocking and pulling him inside.

It took him a moment to realize that you’re alright, that you’re standing right there in front of him, unharmed and unscathed, with his sweatshirt pulled over you, the one he gave you before leaving for university. You’re bouncing on the balls of your feet as you grab at his arms to bring him forward, stumbling back over your own feet in the process which just sends you into another fit of giggles.

You had a slight sheen of sweat over your face and neck, not a lot, just enough so when your head turned to look behind you the kitchen lights bounced against the gloss on your skin. You didn’t have pants on as well, just these light grey boy-short panties that completely exposed the length of your legs.

It wasn’t like Armin hasn’t seen you in a swimsuit before. Many times your parents had taken you on trips to a lake where you would go tubing and swimming for hours on end until you were both drained of all your energy. But seeing you in, presumably, nothing but his sweatshirt and panties that bared your thighs and bottom curves of your ass had him far more flabbergasted than a swimsuit ever could.

“You’re — you’re okay?” He asks, voice still wavering with concern as you continue to drag him towards the kitchen.

“Absolutely not!” You sound serious, “I need help… with making my dessert.” Your faux serious tone falls apart and you’re choking back another wave of laughter.

Armin watches you incredulously but intently as you slide your hands down his forearms until both of your hands meet his own, giving them a squeeze before spinning around and gripping the kitchen island’s counter.

You have an array of stainless steel bowls crowded beside each other while a mixture of dry baking goods sits unstirred in one of the bowls. You shuffle through the measuring cups and spoons before picking up a large wooden spoon and holding it up to Armin, presenting it to him, like you’ve found a block of gold.

When you turn away from him, he looks over the state of the kitchen. Sugar and flour remnants cover the countertops, series of baking instruments litter them as well, and on the kitchen table is a bottle of vodka.

And then it hits him; you’re playful nature, unpredictability, clumsiness, and intimacy.

“Are you drunk?” He asks you. He isn’t disappointed, or angry, just slightly taken aback.

You bring your head up from the bowl and tilt your head side to side like you were thinking over his question, “A little.”

It was much more than ‘a little’. Before you had even started drinking you were in a playful mood. You had just gotten the offer for a summer job for lifeguarding at the apartment complex’s pool and you thought to celebrate by binging your favorite television show and having a few shots. Then, a few shots turned to many and you were dancing around your living room while having the time of your life before you had settled on making yourself some food. ‘Another celebration’ you had convinced yourself.

But the measuring and the mixing were too hard and who else was there to call other than your best friend?

“Oh my god.” Armin smiles, shaking his head at you and making his way towards you as you continue to mix at god-knows-what you’ve put into that bowl, “You need actual food, not whatever you’re making here.”

You let go of the spoon, letting out a little huff of frustration at his words, scrunching your nose real cutely as you turn towards him. You take the front of his tee-shirt in your hands, gently fiddling with the fabric as you pout.

“I want dessert, Armin.” You whine, bringing your head forward to rest your cheek on his chest. Your chest was pressing against his torso, bare legs knocking against his own.

“’Tomorrow-You’ is going to thank me for not letting you have dessert.” He awkwardly brings one of his hands to your back, patting it a few times before letting his hand rest between your shoulder blades.

“Please?” You whisper, tilting your head up until he can feel your tiny breaths against his chin. Armin hopes you can’t feel the way his heartbeat begins to pick up in his chest at your close proximity.

“No… No, I’ll — I’ll make you toast or something, how does that sound?” He suggests, snaking his hands between the two of you to gently nudge you off him.

But the space between the two of you is quickly closed when your slide your hands up his chest and around his neck, “Don’t want toast.” You murmur, standing up on the tips of your toes to get in his eye-line. Your nose was only a breath away from his.

Armin carefully takes your wrists in his hands, taking your arms off him as he stammers out, “Well, you’re going to have toast.”

You let out another noise of frustration as you pull yourself away from him, your hands balling into fists at your sides while he pulls open your fridge for the loaf of bread on the top shelf. You watch him with your head tilted in fascination like you’ve never seen bread before, admiring the way his hair falls into his eyes as his pretty hands unwrap the plastic sleeve of the loaf then tug the toaster away from the counter backsplash.

He truly was so beautiful. You always contained your attraction towards him so well, but now your restraint was slipping.

You prance over to him, slipping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his back as he slides two slices of bread from the loaf. His skin is so warm beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. You can feel the muscles in his shoulders and back flex as he moves his arms, his abdominal muscles twitching as well in reaction to your fingertips skimming over them.

God, he’s so fucking nervous. 

Why is he so nervous? 

Because you’re all over him in just panties and his shirt when he’s had a crush on you for as long as he can remember. You’re being so touchy, so intimate with him, he’s afraid he might explode.

“Go sit down. Can’t — can’t help you if you’re in my way.” He says. Oh but he could help you, he could help you even if you were hanging on him like a spider monkey, he’s just afraid you’ll realize your effect on him if you do so.

“I just wanna be close to you. You’re so cute.” You nuzzle your head under his left arm until you and slip your whole body under it and stand ever so slightly in front of him, wedged between his torso and the countertop.

Your hands play with the hem of his shirt as you look up to him, your eyes glossy, and your pupils were blown. Armin tries his best to keep himself subtly distanced from you, but it’s no use. Every time he inches away, you’re just back on him. 

You’re sliding your hands up his chest, fingers tracing over his jaw and cheekbones as you cling to his side. He can feel your hips knocking against his, your thighs rubbing against his as you shift around to try and get closer. Your fingers follow along the curves of his neck, tracing down his throat then skimming over his collarbones.

“Sit here then. Sit on the counter.” Armin grabs ahold of your torso and pushes you against the counter, the edge of it rutting into the small of your back. You grab ahold of his biceps and let out a flirty little giggle at what his actions could be insinuating.

Your fingers press into the plush muscle of his arms as he strains to lift you, your heels grappling at the cabinets below you to try and aid him. His waist ends up slipped between your knees when you’re finally seated, and you can feel your body flush hot with arousal.

You were already sweating from the exertion you had put forward before he had arrived, but the added closeness with Armin was just driving you crazy.

“Now sit, and stay.” Armin places his hands in front of you to enforce his directions.

You giggle a few times, smiling at the fact that he’s treating you like a dog, “Woof.” 

Armin slips his waist out from your knees to come to your left slide, plucking the now toasted bread from the toaster and setting it on a napkin. He pulls open the drawer to his right for a butter knife, then snatches the butter from the island and brings it to your toast. 

His hands shake as he pulls the glass top of the butter dish, they shake as he dips the knife into the butter, and continues to shake as he spreads the butter over the first piece of toast. He can feel your thigh brushing against his hip as you swing your legs.

You begin to breathe heavier, the heat of exhaustion and heat of arousal begin to grow overwhelming. You fan your face a few times, pushing your hair off your neck, before grabbing the hem of his sweatshirt and pulling it up and over your head.

“What — what are you doing?” Armin stammers, taking a tiny step away from you.

You absentmindedly fold the sweatshirt before setting it aside to fan your face again, “It’s so hot… I think it’s you, Armin.”

You can see his face flush red this time, his ears as well, turning his cheeks and nose a pretty pink shade that doesn’t help your problem.

Armin tries to ignore you, he really does, but it’s so difficult because now you’re in this skimpy little tank top with spaghetti straps. And the straps are slipping off your shoulders and Jesus fucking christ you’re not wearing a bra. He can’t stop his eyes from flitting over your scantily clad figure, drinking in the way your thighs squish against the counter, the curve of your ass as it’s pressed to the granite, the way your nipples tease the thin fabric of your skin.

“Have I ever told you that? That you’re so fine?” You giggle, running a finger down his bicep as he finishes buttering your toast. You’re so grateful that he’s got that stupid white tee shirt on, the one that keeps your gaze lingering over the lean muscle in his chest and back.

“Um, n — no. Toast is done, hop down.” He refuses to make eye contact because if he does, he’s scared he won’t be able to stop himself from kissing you.

“Help.” You pout, reaching out your hands and grabbing for his shoulders.

Armin listens to your plea, setting the toast back down and grabbing ahold of your waist to slide you off the counter. But instead of bringing your feet to the floor, you wrap your legs around his waist and hook your arms around his neck. You have to tilt your head down to look into his eyes, only to see his pupils blown and lashes fluttering as he blinks.  He doesn’t push you off him. Instead, he uses his left hand to snatch the food off the counter while his right hand comes to brace your lower back. 

He’s afraid he’s going to have a heart attack now; feeling your thighs wrapped around him, your cunt hovering just right over his growing cock, your back arching your chest so close to his face that he swears if he looked down he would get a perfect view of your tits, your parted lips all glossy, breath fanning over the bridge of his nose as you run your fingers over the curves of his pretty pink lips.

Fuck. He was definitely getting off to this later.

You’re giggling all the while, and to an extent, you know exactly the effect you have on him. It’s cute, the way he stumbles around your house and trying to keep his footing as he brings you to your bedroom. 

“C’mon, Armin. At least take me on a date first,” You tease as he kneels down to bring your backside to the foot of the bed. Once your legs release his waist, he stands again.

“I’m — I’m not trying — we’re not —” He stutters, bringing his hands forward again like he’s scared you’ll pounce on him.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to. Armin wants nothing more in the entire world than to have you beneath him, to have his cock sheathed inside you, to have you moan out his name as you cum around his cock…

But he couldn’t let it happen like this.

You were drunk, so so drunk. And you probably didn’t even know what you were saying.

“We can if you want to.” You speak softly, your knees knocking together as you settle into your seat, fiddling with your hands in your lap as if you got all shy all of a sudden.

And when you look up to him through your lashes, brows furrowed slightly in a pout, Armin almost caves. But he catches himself just as fast, shoving your toast in front of you like it’s a shield.

Your eyes shift down to the food that’s presented before you, and your pout turns into a cute little smile as you daintily take it from his hands. You let the napkin rest in your left palm as you hold the food in your right, immediately taking a little bite out of it.

“You want some water?” Armin asks, still standing in front of you.

You give him a nod without looking up, taking another bite out of the toast while he fills up the cup that he knew rested beside your bathroom sink. As he stands in front of the mirror he takes a moment to breathe in and out deeply as the water fills the cup.

You were going to be the death of him.

“You know, I mean it when I say you’re attractive,” He hears you say, still sitting all obediently on your bed and waiting for him to return, “Everyone’s like, ‘oh Armin got so hot!’, but I always thought you were cute… you just got so — nnghh — in the past year.”

He returns with your glass of water, holding it out to you as you finish chewing. You take it from him gently, holding it in both your hands, careful not to drop it, as you take little sips.

He knew you were being irrational, but he truly hopes you mean what you say.

When you finish drinking, you pat your hand against the mattress as you set your cup to the floor. You want him close again, want the warmth he radiates both physically and spiritually. Armin listens to your ask and sits beside you carefully, running his hands over his thighs as you pull your legs up on the mattress and cross them under you.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” You ask, voice getting tiny again.

That was real… that question… he’s so sure of it. You were always insecure about your looks when you had no reason to be, but he had no idea that you cared what he thought about you.

“I — um… I — I don’t think my — my opinion matt —” He tries to get it to come out sounding right, but the moment he opens his mouth he already knows he’s failed terribly.

“Do… do you not think I’m pretty?” He can hear the feeling of betrayal in your voice, you turn your head away from him.

“No! No, y/n, I think you’re really pretty —”

You grab ahold of his shirt collar and tug him towards you as you let your back fall to the mattress. His torso comes over you and his hand shoots out beside your head to keep him from falling atop you. He can’t even bring himself to pull off of you, because your noses are touching and he can feel your knees knocking against the left side of his waist.

“I — you’re — God, y/n you’re so pretty. Don’t ever think I don’t think that.” He breathes, trying so hard to your lips from touching, for his own sake.

Your mouth splits into a smile and a little laugh escapes your lips. Your free hand grabs ahold of his shirt as well, assuring both you and him that he isn’t going anywhere. You look down to his lips, slightly parted as he pants heavily to keep his composure.

“No, but you don’t understand,” You keep your eyes on his lips, fighting the desire to kiss him, “You’re so fucking hot.”

Armin’s breath gets caught in his throat because you had spoken that in a borderline whimper. Your bottom lip had been taken between your teeth after you finished speaking, and he swears he could see your back arch slightly.

It was completely visible now, how much you needed him. You were holding onto him for dear life, your thighs were squeezing together and your arched back had your stomach brushing against his. You looked at him through half-lidded eyes, irises filled with lust and hunger.

Armin’s so grateful that your legs are to his side and now wrapped around his waist again because he would not have been able to stop himself from grinding down against you… it would have been completely involuntary.

“And — and don’t tell anyone this but sometimes… sometimes I get off to you,” You bring your voice to a whisper as you reveal your secret, lifting your head to move closer to him. He can feel your lips brush against his as you speak, “Actually... like all the time.”

Armin lets out an audible exhale, his jaw slacking at your revelation, he has to shut his eyes again.

“Do you get off to me too?” You ask. And you speak like you didn’t just reveal that to him, bringing your head back down to the mattress and smiling.

Of course he does. Of course he does. 

Junior year of high school you offered to be his first kiss, just for fun, ‘cause you were friends, right? And you wanted to help him get it over with. 

But every night since then, Armin has gotten off to you; laid back in his bed with his cock in his fist, and whispering your name as he cums.

“I — we’re best friends — y/n, I —”

“Best friends don’t wanna fuck each other, Armin.” You say, your voice losing all its playfulness and growing serious like you had suddenly become sober.

You stare into his pretty blue eyes for a moment, letting your own flit between the two of his. You were watching for any change in his expression, any look of disgust or repulsion, but you don’t find any. He just keeps that same incredulous, lust-filled look on his face.

He looks over you as well. Your eyes were still so droopy and hazy, your lips parted like you’re manually breathing. You were so drunk that it almost hurt him. You weren’t going to remember a single thing in the morning, and the two of you would be back to square one because Armin would never be able to repeat to you what you said to him or admit his searing desire for you.

Armin can feel your grip on his shirt tighten once more, and instead of lifting your head to him, you pull him down to you.

“I need you,” You whisper, voice shaking with arousal, “Fuck me... please.”

Armin swallows hard, his arms beginning to shake under his weight. He was going to fucking explode. He needed a break, just a moment, anything so he can catch his breath and regain some of his composure.

Christ, he was so fucking hard. If you were sober, he wouldn’t hesitate for a single second to rip off both of your clothes and push his cock inside you.

“I can’t — you’re drunk,” He murmurs, and you can hear the hurt in his voice. You can hear the fact that he truly wanted to do what you begged him for.

“No, Armin, I want it. I need it. I mean it, I swear.” You plead, your hands pawing at his shirt like he was attempting to get away from you and you wanted him to stay. But Armin was set put, he wasn’t moving, he couldn’t move even if he wanted.

“I need your cock.”

“Not — not now. You need to sleep this off. You’re… you’re not yourself right now,” He takes his eyes off yours, closing them once more and squeezing them shut.

“I’ve — I’ve always wanted you though. Always, I promise.” You continue, hoping that somehow you’ll convince him.

It was true. You wish he could understand how true it was. All the guys you had gotten with after-parties, after football games… they were all just replacements, they were fill-ins for him. You would pretend that it was him that was filling you up, gripping your hips and whispering dirty things against your ear. And for seconds at a time, it would work and you would convince yourself that Armin was right there with you.

And every time you would see him helping another girl with school work, see them flirting with him and getting touchy with him, playing with his glasses or drawing shapes on his hands with a pen… this disgusting feeling would churn around in your stomach and bubble up into your throat. And although Armin was oblivious to their flirting, it still hurt so fucking bad.

“I’ve always wanted you too… just — just not like this. Just sleep it off, okay? And — and then we’ll talk.” His left hand wraps around your waist while his right switches to brace beside your head. He grabs ahold of your torso and shimmies you up the bed until your head meets the pillow.

He sits back on his calves, his left arm sliding out from under you while his right hand brushes your messy hair out of your face before petting your head.

“And, and you’ll fuck me in the morning?” You ask, completely genuine.

Armin swallows hard again, pulling himself away from you and helping you slide your body under your sheets, “If — if you still want me to.”

You look up to him with your eyes full of admiration as he smoothes the sheets over your body, “I’ll always want you to.”

It comes out sounding much more intimate than it actually is to say that ‘you’ll always want Armin to fuck you’. And Armin lets his eyes meet yours again, matching the love that’s filled them.

He smiles to hide the doubt he has inside his chest. In the morning, you’ll either regret every word and ghost him or you’ll forget everything you’ve admitted. Both options made Armin’s heart hurt, but he decides that you leaving him would be the worst of the two. He wouldn’t know what to do if you’d never talk to him again. So for now, he truly hopes you forget.

Armin pulls his hands away from you, shuffling his knees on the bed to get off of it. But before he can bring his feet to the ground, you grab ahold of his wrist.

“Stay, please.” You ask, your eyes struggling to stay open. He wonders if you even know that you’re talking.

He listens to you anyway, bringing his hand down to the mattress as he slips himself under the sheets and next to you. And if he wasn’t sure about staying before, he sure was now because you were so warm and so soft as you shimmied back against him. You take his arm and sling it over your waist, letting his palm splay out over your stomach. You can feel every rise of his chest against your back.

You were going to doze off so easily, he was so warm, he was so comforting. You could feel sleep beginning to creep up on you quickly. But before you let it take over, you slide your hand back and between your bodies to grab the source of the hard thing poking into your ass.

“You’re so hard,” You giggle.

Armin chokes on his breath again and grabs your wrist to pull your hand off his dick, “Stop. Go — go to bed.”

You listen this time, retracting your hand to slip it over his that rests on your stomach, interlacing your fingers as you succumb to your exhaustion.

#armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert x reader smut #armin smut #armin x reader smut #armin x reader #all this time #2k

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

Sorry guys, this one is on the shorter side cause I just lost inspiration for it but I hope you like what I have of it :)

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: sub!chanyeol, sub!sehun, dom!reader, voyeurism, rimming, oral (male recieving), mentions of handcuffs, threesome, pwp, mommy kink

Helping Hands

"Oh fuck!" Sehun cried out, his hands darting down to tangle in your hair as your tongue swirled around his tip yet again. Internally, you let out a small huff while glaring up at him. A whine forced its way past your boyfriend's lips as you pulled away, another escaping as you grabbed his wrists and forced his hands down to be pinned on either side of his head. 

     "C'mon baby boy, we talked about this. Keep your hands to yourself or I'll have to bring out the cuffs." You lightened up your hold on his wrists at the look that crossed his face.

     "I'm sorry mommy, I'm really trying not to touch you- I promise I am!" You smiled down at him as his puppy dog eyes came into play, leaning down to press a light kiss to his pouty lips. Normally, you would have already brought out the cuffs, rope, or anything else you had in your toybox to restrain him, but he had been in a subby mood all day today which made him all the more sensitive. When he's in the mood to become your mindless baby boy in the bedroom he complains and complains about the bruises that inevitably end up around his wrists, almost bringing him to tears. While you didn't want to deal with that mess later, sometimes you just didn't have a choice.

     "This is your last warning sweetheart." He violently nodded, gripping the sheets as hard as he could while you started to lower your mouth back down on his cock. The moan that ripped from his throat could be heard clear as day from your living room, where, unbeknownst to either of you, a friend had dropped by to return Sehun's phone charger he had accidentally left in the practice room. 

     Chanyeol had stopped in his tracks as the cry echoed through the house, his face slowly heating up as he realized what it was. He was conflicted. One half of his brain was telling him to sprint out the door and forget this had ever happened while the other half was suddenly reminding how attractive his younger bandmates's girlfriend was. The poor boy hadn't even realized he had climbed the stairs until he was suddenly standing outside your bedroom door, hand outstretched for the doorknob in front of him.

     His hands were shaking as the nerves almost swallowed him whole. What was he doing?! Chanyeol took a small step back, cradling his hand to his chest as he shook his head. Just as his back turned to the door, however, another loud moan ripped through the air. He spun back around, telling himself over and over that a small peek wouldn't hurt. The door opened just a crack, letting the perverted boy's eye scan the small room. His breath hitched in his throat as he took in the scene before him.

     Sehun's back was arched off the bed as his fingernails dug into the pillow beneath his thrashing head, trying his damndest to keep his hands from reaching for you. Chanyeol saw your head between your boyfriend's thighs and assumed you were sucking him off, but upon closer inspection realized that you had traveled lower to trace your tongue around the younger's entrance. A low groan vibrated through Sehun's chest as he bit his lip, head tilting in a way that gave Chanyeol a full view of his pleasure filled expression.

     The sight was almost too much to bear as Chanyeol's bulge strained against the fabric of his pants. His trembling hand shyly rubbed at the area between his legs, hoping to find some relief as the other flew up to his mouth to block his lewd sounds. It didn't take long before he decided it wasn't enough, instead unbuttoning his pants to grab ahold of his fully erect cock and pump it at a rather quick pace.

     Sehun's eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision still a little blurry with pleasure as he turned his head to nuzzle his cheek into the pillow. Through his pleasure haze, however, he saw a crack in the door. Hadn't you closed it after you pushed him to the bed? It was hard for his mind to fully comprehend what was happening until his eyes had locked onto the pair that he recognized instantly. His face flushed red as he squeezed his eyes shut.

     "M-mommy!" He whined, his thighs unintentionally crushing your head in between them. The action made you look up to his face with a grunt before following his gaze to the door. You smirked as your eyes locked with a pair of dark brown ones.

     "Oh?" Chanyeol froze up as he realized he had been spotted, the dark look in your eyes making a violent shiver shoot down his spine. He hurriedly pulled up his pants as you made a beckoning movement with your hand, clumsily entering the room. "Well what do we have here? I didn't realize your friend was such a little pervert, baby." You chuckled, glancing over to Sehun to make sure he was okay with this. 

     Sure enough as you gave your boyfriend a once-over you could see his cock twitch against his stomach. The both of you had talked about a situation like this before, having someone else join you in the bedroom that is, but now that it was finally happening you realized it was much more exhilarating than you could have ever imagined. Chanyeol, on the other hand, was much too busy thinking about every worst case scenario as his eyes burned holes into the floor. Surely you would never want to talk to him again, and Sehun would be too grossed out by him to ever hang out the way they used to. What if you told everyone else what happened, just to warn everyone about the disgusting pervert they'd been unknowingly spending time with? What if-

     "Chanyeol!" The boy's head snapped up, the confused puppy dog eyes he was giving you made you forgive him right away. "Did you hear what I said?" He slowly shook his head. You had turned to face him by now, gesturing for him to come even closer from your place on the bed. He hesitantly stepped forward, hands clenched into fists between his legs in a poor attempt to cover up his hard-on. 

     "I asked if you'd like to join us. There's a little lesson I need to teach Sehun that he just can't seem to learn, so a little help would be very much appreciated." You said, seduction dripping in your voice as you ran your fingers along his inner thigh once he had sat down next to you. His breath hitched in his throat, a fire burning in his lower abdomen from your touches as well as the whimper that came from the boy behind him. He slowly nodded his head, mind already foggy from your words as he looked up at you with the prettiest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen.

     "Alright, how about you go ahead and take off your clothes, then you can go and sit behind Sehun. Is that alright with you sweetheart?" All he could do was dumbly nod his head again, your sweet voice and gentle touches the only thing he could seem to focus on. "Use your words."

     "Y-yes mommy, I can do that."

     "Alright then darling, go ahead." The words had barely left your mouth before he shot to his feet and began sloppily tugging off his clothes. Jeez, you'd barely done anything and the sweet boy was putty in your hands. You couldn't help the wicked smirk that crossed your face.

     Oh this was gonna be fun.

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[hpimaginesandblurbs]

Ok but can u also do this but with ron + the twins, I love ur smuts !!!!!!!

pairing: reader x ron weasley x fred weasley x george weasley 

warning(s): 18+, unprotected sex, foursome, double penetration, oral (female and male receiving), face fucking, fingering

word count: 4.2k 

a/n: soooo this is the longest thing i’ve ever written on this account but if anyone deserves it its the damn weasleys. i tried to make this as non sweet home alabama as possible and that’s probably why it’s so long. anyways, enjoy this ungodly amount of smut while i decompress. 

You had been spending a majority of your summer at The Burrow, where you boyfriend Ron lived. You spent day in and day out with him, practically on top of one another whenever you could be, but that didn’t stop you from spending time with his family. His mother was incredible, albeit a little scary at times, his father was charming, and Ginny was becoming a fast friend. But you couldn’t help the particular draw you felt towards the twins, Fred and George. 

You couldn't deny they were attractive, the genes were strong in the Weasley family. And you often did a poor job at hiding your attraction. 

You didn’t think any of them had noticed your subtle glances or blushes. Little did you know, all three of them had noticed over the few weeks you had been there. They were just waiting you out. 

~~~

Tonight you were all cozied around the fire pit, drinking some firewhiskey, taking advantage of the fact that Molly and Arthur had gone to visit Ron’s oldest brother Bill and his wife, Fluer, for the weekend. You weren’t drunk by any means, but you were certainly feeling good. 

You were cuddled up to Ron’s side, his arm slung around your shoulders, a knitted blanket draped over your laps. You were so wrapped up in your boyfriend that you had barely noticed that Fred had taken the spot on your other side until his leg brushed against yours, making you still. 

“Do you need another drink, sweetheart?” Fred asked when you finally looked his way, his face far too close to yours in the situation to be normal. 

You blushed at his proximity, but nodded. “Um, yes, thank you,” you added bashfully. 

Fred dashed a charming smile at you and placed a soft kiss to your cheek before dashing off to get you another glass of whiskey, your blush only intensifying when you felt his lips on your skin. You prayed no one could see it through the light of the fire. 

Ron tugged you back into his side and dropped his lips to your ear. “Whatever you think you’re doing, stop,” he said lowly, clearly not pleased by the situation. 

“He kissed me,” you argued softly, your head turning to press a kiss against his neck. He pulled back and shot a look down at you, his brow raised. A look you couldn’t exactly argue with. You got caught and you knew it. 

You stayed quiet, trying to keep your eyes anywhere except the two men that currently had your stomach in knots. But that effort was broken when Fred made his way back over to you, plopping down beside you. He passed you your new drink and you thanked him for it, sitting up straight to take a sip. 

You were caught off guard when you were pulled into his body and away from Ron, Fred’s strong arm now wrapped around your shoulders. 

“Have you been enjoying your summer here so far?” He asked quietly, making sure only you could hear him. 

Your eyes flitted cautiously over the group around the fire, making sure no one was noticing the strange behavior. You paused when you met George’s eyes, his own trained on the interaction between you and Fred, but you tried your best to ignore it. 

“Um, yes. You’ve all been quite lovely. I like it here,” you told him genuinely. You had been enjoying your summer despite tonights most recent turn of events. 

“Mm, good,” Fred mused, shooting another smile down at you. You couldn’t help but notice the little mischievous glint in his eyes that he got every time he was thinking something that was likely to either end brilliantly or disastourly. “I saw we play a little game. Are you in?” He asked. 

You swallowed nervously, knowing this could end very poorly. “And what is this game?” You questioned. 

“Let’s see how jealous we can get Ron,” he whispered, the smile never leaving his face. 

“I- I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you argued, knowing fully well Ron had already told you to stop… doing whatever you were doing. 

“Oh, c’mon Y/N. Live a little. Anyhow, you already know how this is going to end,” he told you. 

“And how will this end?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him. 

He moved closer to you, so close you could feel his breath on your face. Your whole body was hot and the blush was creeping back onto your face and you knew he could see it. 

“Judging by the noises I hear coming from his room almost every night, he’ll fuck you stupid. And I get to hear those pretty noises again,” he told you shamelessly, pulling you into him closer. 

You shot a nervous glance at Ron, only to find that he was already looking at you over the rim of his own cup, fire in his eyes. He raised a brow at you and you could see the way the corners of his lips were tugging up into a smirk, practically daring you to continue on. As if he knew exactly what you and Fred were talking about. 

“By the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to mind,” Fred added from behind you, making you whip your head around back to him. 

“Of course he’d mind. You’re his brother,” you argued incredulously, still not believing this conversation was even truly happening. 

“You think he doesn’t see the way you look at me and Georgie? You look at us like you want us to devour you,” he told you. 

You snuck a glance at George only to find that he was still looking at you. You could feel Ron’s eyes still on the back of your head. You gulped nervously, your brain short circuiting for a half a second. Did they… did they plan this? 

“I - I haven’t been -,” you went to argue, but Fred cut you off. 

“Don’t play coy with me. Maybe if you beg him nicely like I hear you do so well, he might let us join you tonight,” Fred teased, causing your core to pulse and drip with arousal at the thought. 

You could only stare back at him, his breath fanning your face as you took in his words. He knew he planted a seed in you that wouldn’t go away until it was satisfied. The smug look on his face only proved it. You didn’t get the chance to reply before you could hear Ron getting up from his place on the bench. 

“Bunny, come with me,” he said innocently enough to the ears of everyone else in the group, but you could hear the edge in his voice. 

You detangled yourself from Fred and rose up from your spot, taking Ron’s hand as he silently led you back into the house. Once you had passed through the threshold into the kitchen and away from the eyes of everyone else, he spun around to face you. 

“And what was all that about?” He asked, stepping right into your space so you had no other choice but to look up at him. 

“N-nothing. We were just having a chat,” you stuttered out, trying to not seem intimidated. 

“Wasn’t what it looked like to me. Spill it,” he said roughly, continuing to back you up until your back hit the counter, leaving you nowhere to go when his hands were placed on either side of your body. 

“Promise you won’t get mad,” you half heartedly requested. 

“Just tell me.” 

“He- he said, um, he said that we should try to make you jealous,” you told him. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it was only a half truth at best. 

“That’s not what has you blushing like a virgin though, is it? What did he say to you?” He pressed, the fire in his eyes growing larger by the second. 

You swallowed and took a deep breath before you even opened your mouth, knowing this could only go one of two ways. He’d either blow up entirely, or you’d have a night you’d never forget. “He said that if I begged you you’d let him and George join us,” you said quickly, all in one breath. 

You shut your eyes, waiting for his response. But when a chuckle fell from his lips your eyes shot back open in shock. 

“Is that what you want, bunny? Do you want them to join us?” He asked, his eyes now more playful than they had been just seconds prior. 

“Are you serious?” You asked after a moment, you head spinning that he was just offering this to you on a silver platter. You expected yelling, anger, the whole fit. You didn’t expect a cheeky smirk and twinkling eyes. 

“Do I look like I’m joking?”  

“They’re your brothers,” you argued. Why you were even arguing this, you weren’t sure. You wanted this and he knew it and they knew it. You just couldn’t understand why he was letting it happen. 

“It’s not like I’ll be fucking them,” he said with a laugh. “So, tell me what you want.” 

“If it’s okay with you…,” you started, trailing off. You looked up at him nervously, hoping your eyes conveyed enough of a plea that he would continue agreeing with you. 

“So beg,” he said, his voice dropping low as he continued to stare down at you. 

“I’ll be good, I promise. Just this once. I just - I - please,” you said, launching right into it but quickly running out of words as you watched the smirk grow on his face. 

“Go to my room. Strip. I’ll be up in a minute,” he told you, placing a kiss on your forehead before heading back outside. You watched his figure walk away for a moment, letting your mind race until you booked it up the stairs not wanting to wait any longer for the night to truly begin. 

~~~

You were waiting in your position on the bed for what felt like hours, but you knew it had only been a few minutes before you heard multiple sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. You moved to cover your chest when you heard the doorknob turn, unsure if you should be exposed or not right away. 

Ron came in first but left the door open just enough so your guests could hear. “Last chance, bun. Do you want this?” He asked, slowly coming over to rest his hands on the bed, leaning over slightly so his tall form was eye level with you. 

You knew it wasn’t your last chance to say no, but it was your last chance before the twins waltzed in. 

You took a shaky breath and nodded your head, saying “Yes,” loud enough so Fred and George could hear. 

The door was opening once more, the twins walking through, both pairs of eyes immediately on you. When the door shut, you stared up at them, unsure what to do or say, but their matching smirk told you they already had plans. 

Ron walked around the bed until he crawled on to it behind you, his legs bracketing your hips as you knelt between his spread thighs. 

“Let them see you,” he coaxed gently, hands coming around you to grip your forearms. 

He only put a light pressure on your skin, letting you move on your own as you exposed your chest to them. They took you in with hungry eyes but they didn’t move from where they both stood before you, waiting. 

“All of you,” Ron spoke again, his hands trailing down to your thighs, gently prying them apart. 

You leaned back and hid your face in his neck as he repositioned you, unable to look the two men in the eyes as your entire body got exposed to them. You knew you were a dripping mess over the situation and the embarrassment of it being so obvious made you squirm. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re more perfect than I imaged,” you heard George say, the bed dipping down infront of you. 

Your eyes snapped to him, watching him as he looked down at your glistening sex. His eyes were hungry when they met yours, desperate. Probably the exact mirror of your own. 

“Can I touch you?” George asked, his fingers twitching against the sheets, waiting. 

“Please,” you begged, wanting nothing more than for one of them to do anything right now. 

George wasted no time in bringing his fingers directly to your cunt, trailing one long finger through your slit while his thumb trailed soft circles onto your clit. You couldn’t hold back the moan that fell from your lips when he pushed his finger in, immediately searching for you g-spot. 

As if your noises were a cue for Fred, the bed dipped on your other side and without a word, he was kissing down your chest. Soon enough, he was attacking your nipples when George was working your from the inside out. Your back was arching and your hips were moving at their own volition, unable to stop yourself under their ministrations.

“Does that feel good?” George asked you softly, placing kisses on your shoulder. 

When you only nodded, Ron grabbed your chin and forced you to look directly at George. “I won’t remind you again, bunny. Use yours words,” he said sweetly, but you knew there was danger laced in his words. You knew better than anyone else what he could do to you if he reminded you one more time. 

“Yes. Feels so good. Please don’t stop,” you told George, already breathless from the three men surrounding you. 

You felt Fred chuckle against your skin and you knew the smirk George was wearing was only mimicked by Ron’s behind you. They knew exactly what they were doing to you. 

You couldn’t stop the whine that left you when George removed his hand, but your eyes lit up when you saw him go to kneel at the edge of the bed. He pulled up his to the edge, draped your legs over his shoulder, and started trailing kitten licks all along your slit until his tongue was swirling around your clit. 

You held fell back against Ron’s shoulder, a moan falling from your lips as Fred moved to your other side to attack your opposite nipple. 

“Having fun?” Ron asked, beaming down at you. 

You nodded breathlessly, your eyes rolling back in your head with a flushed smile on your face. “Want you too,” you told him. 

“Of course you do, my greedy girl,” Ron mused, his finger coming to tilt your lips back and locking your lips in a kiss. 

Your body was overwhelmed with just their lips. You weren’t sure how you would handle it when their pants came off. 

Your hips were grinding down onto George’s face without you sparing it a second thought and you kept pushing your chest into Fred’s lips, your entire body grinding back on Ron’s body. 

“She tastes like fucking heaven,” George said, finally coming up for a breath. His entire chin was soaked in his own saliva and your juices and his eyes were blown with lust. 

Ron made a noise of agreement that was swallowed up by your lips, but you were ripped away from your boyfriend by George’s grip on your neck. He pulled you into a kiss with him, tasting yourself on his tongue, as Fred trailed kisses down your body until he was getting a taste of you for himself. 

Fred quickly brought you your orgasm, his tongue so deep inside of you that your toes were curling. Your hands had a monster grip on Ron’s thighs and every noise you made got swallowed by George, his lips hot on yours. 

You finally relaxed your body against Ron’s, his chest being the perfect place to settle against, as your body calmed down. 

“Think you can handle all three of us?” Fred asked cheekily, looking up at you from his place on the floor. 

You gave a shaky nod, but in your head you were unsure how this would even work. You never thought you’t get this far to even have considered it. 

That line of thought was abruptly cut off when Ron grabbed your hair and yanked back so you were looking up at him again. “What did I say about using your words?” He asked darkly.

“Yes, I want to. I can,” you got out breathlessly, still basking in the sting of your scalp. 

“Good,” Ron said, now satiated with your words. “Get on your hands and knees for us, bunny.” 

He gave you one last searing kiss before releasing you, letting you adjust your own shaky limbs on the bed until you were in the position he instructed you to be in. As you did that, the boys began stripping themselves of their clothes, Fred and George both strategically in your line of sight depending on which way you turned your head. 

You watched as they both ripped their shirts over their heads, a sight you were accustomed to thanks to many sweaty afternoons in the yard playing Quidditch. But you didn’t know where to look as they peeled down their jeans and briefs, relieving both of their impressive lengths. They were both around the same length, but Ron was thicker than both of them. No matter what, you knew you’d be sore in the morning. 

“This is how it’s gonna work, bunny,” Ron said, finally rounding the bed so he could see you. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty little cunt,” he told you, adding emphasis of his possession when he bent over and easily hooked two fingers inside of you, pressing directly on your g-spot. You jumped at the abrupt action, but you never broke your eye contact with him.

“Fred’s going to fuck that tight ass,” he continued, and you watched as Fred rounded the bed until he was behind you. 

“And George is gonna fuck that cute face,” Ron finished, George coming up on the other side of you to grip your face to force you to look at him. 

“Does that sound good, sweetheart?” George asked, looking down at you fondly. 

“Yes, fuck. Please,” you said, your hips beginning to move against nothing now that Ron had removed his fingers, searching for any ounce of friction you can get. 

They moved in almost perfect sync. Ron maneuvered his way underneath you swiftly, George pulled your head off to the side so your mouth was lined up with the tip of his cock, and you could feel Fred’s lube covered fingers breach the entrance of your tightest hole all at once. You were overwhelmed in the best way, unsure what to do with yourself but totally just along for whatever ride they were about to bring you on. 

When Ron fucked up into you roughly, George immediately pushed your head down to feel the full effects of your moan of his cock, causing a shiver to run through his body. They were practically fucking your mouth and core in tandem, one pulling out while the other brutally thrust in. 

You felt as if you were splitting open for them already, but when Fred’s cock finally lined up with your entrance and began pushing in, you practically saw stars. 

George let you pull away from him for a moment so you could breath through the new pressure inside of you, your head now buried in Ron’s neck as you panted and moaned. Ron had slowed down his thrusts to match with Fred, balancing you on the precipice of pain and pleasure. 

“You’re doing so fucking good for us, Y/N. Just give it a minute and it’ll feel so good. You’re gonna be so pretty when you cum for us,” Ron mused quietly in your ear, knowing that you’d latch on to his voice to get you through the intensity. 

Finally, your hips starting moving against theirs, a silent signal you were ready for them to fuck you, all three of them truly went wild with you body. 

George dragged your face back over to him, letting you do your own thing but keeping a steady hand in your hair in case you tried to pull away. Ron and Fred were fucking into you in perfect sync, pulling out and fucking into you at the same time. 

It was so intense you were shaking, only being held up by three strong pairs of hands at this point. But you couldn’t hide how good it was making you feel. Even as deep as George’s cock was down your throat, it was barely muffling the screams of pleasure you were giving them. You just hoped someone remembered to cast a silencing charm. 

You could hear them talking around you, a mix of praises directed at you and words shared between themselves. “Fuck, you feel so good” and “Just like that” mixed with “She feels like fucking heaven” and “Her mouth is a dream”. You could barely hear them over the blood pumping through you, but you knew you’d remember it later with a blush and a smile. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. Swallow it all for me,” George told you, bruising your hair out of your sweaty face. You felt the unmistakable twitch of his cock just before he spilled his cum inside of your mouth and fucked it down your throat, giving you no choice but to follow his request. He came with one of the prettiest noises you had ever heard, and you knew you’d want to hear it again someday if you were lucky enough. 

You pulled away from George panting, finally able to have a minute to catch your breath as Fred and Ron continued to pound furiously into you, your body jolting with every deliberate thrust. 

“Ron, please I’m so close,” you begged, for what you weren’t entirely sure, but you knew he’d know what to do. All you could focus on was how close you were, how tightly you were gripping both of your cocks, and trying your best to balance on shaky arms so you didn’t collapse. 

Without missing a beat, Ron turned his head to George. “Touch her clit,” he told him, finally sounding breathless from all the work he was putting in. 

Fred’s arms came around you to pull you up until your back was against his chest, giving George full access to your most sensitive spot. 

“Cum for us. Show us how much you loved this and cum for us,” Fred said low in your ear. 

Your eyes never left Ron’s as all three of them worked you closer and closer to the edge. As much as the twins were turning you on, this orgasm was for you boyfriend. Everyone you had was. He was the one that let this happen. Let them take you like this. And he was the one currently fucking your g-spot with every thrust it made your head spin. 

“Cum for me” was all Ron had to say, seeing and feeling just how close you were, for you to explode. 

Your vision went white and your whole body shook, the only thing keeping you grounded was Fred’s warm chest pressed against you. You knew the scream you were hearing was your own, but you couldn’t keep it quiet no matter how hard you tried. You pulsed around their cocks, milking them of their own orgasms as you were going through yours. You felt their cum fill you completely, another moan leaving your mouth at how erotic it felt. 

When you finally felt as though you had come back down to real life, you were settled against Ron’s chest, his cock still in you, while the twins were busying themselves with getting dressed. They were talking quietly while Ron ran his hand up and down along your back, just waiting until you were finally back in the present. 

George was the first one to notice your eyes had opened again when he finally got his pants back on. He walked over to the bed and knelt down so he was almost eye level with you. 

“That was wonderful, darling. You were perfect,” he told you, placing a quick kiss to your forehead before righting himself only for Fred to take his place. 

“What he said,” Fred told you with a smirk and mimicking his twin's kiss to your forehead. “We’ll see you two lovebirds in the morning,” he added with a wink. 

They both made their way out of the room, the door clicking behind them, leaving you and Ron in a blissed out silence. 

“Did you have fun?” He finally asked, tilting his neck so he was looking down at you. 

“I did. Thank you,” you said with a soft smile. 

“My girl always gets what she wants. You just have to ask, bunny,” He said, placing a kiss on your nose. 

When you moved your lips up to move against his, he stopped you with a chuckle. “No offense but my brother did just cum in your mouth. So let’s go get you cleaned up so I can kiss you properly, yeah?” He asked, wrapping a blanket around you so he could get you down the hallway and into the bathroom. 

“I thought you weren’t going to be weird about it,” you grumbled under your breath as he adjusted you in his arms, carrying you bridal style. 

“That’s different and you know it,” he said defensively as he made his way for the door, making you giggle.

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