#I’m in a very switchy mood

[ticklerebel]

Someone should come over and help me test my restraints and make some tickle content hehe

#rebel speaks #tickle content #ticklish guys #switch mood #let me tickle you #but also tickle me #I’m in a very switchy mood

[flymmsy]

Bad Taste in Clothes

■■ Pairing: Enver Gortash/The Dark Urge ■■ Genre: smut (Explicit) ■■ Word Count: 4.7k ■■ Tags: EXPLICIT SMUT, durge-typical mentions of violence, rough sex, dom/sub, switchy vibes but mostly dom gortash when it comes to the sex, the gauntlet stays on, mentions of blood, striptease, FEELINGS, dirty talk, choking, spanking, fingers in mouth, angst, brief ethical non-monogamy, vaginal sex, wine shower, blowjobs, non-con mention/threat but not really, brief suicidal thoughts.  ■■ Author's Note: This was inspired by this masterpiece by zeppersart. For reference, in this piece Durge is AFAB, uses she/her pronouns, and her name is Lyra. Race is left ambiguous. ■■ Read it on AO3

“Are you going to come out now?” He ran a hand through his hair as he made his way into the center of the sitting room, setting the wine bottle upon a nearby table. When she did not immediately respond, he gave a huff of annoyance, “I’m hardly in the mood for games this evening.” “Shame,” Lyra took the moment to pounce, stepping from the shadows to kick him square in the chest, sending the lord tumbling backwards into a high-backed chair, “I have so much fun playing with you.” Pain and genuine anger flickered across his face before he looked up at her, able to see her for the first time that evening. His face immediately smoothed into something much closer to hunger. “You’re wearing the dress I sent.”

Enver Gortash had the worst taste in clothes, as far as Lyra was concerned. Her nose scrunched up in disgust as she looked over the garment that he had sent along with her messenger. The color was fine – deep red that matched the grooves of blood flowing through the floor of her room – but the fabric? An extravagantly heavy cloth woven with glittering beads and adorned with gold embellishments. And the cut - she could feel the laced back squeeze into her ribcage just from looking at the thing. The dress was restrictive in every sense except for the neckline: long, tight sleeves running up to a sharp square front which would push her breasts forward, no doubt. She assumed this was meant to provide the perfect canvas for the ridiculously large ruby necklace that had accompanied the dress.

Certainly very Banite. He was throwing a party, he had told her one evening when they lay in his bed, exhausted from another of their increasingly frequent liaisons. He had asked if she would attend, and despite his best efforts, Lyra had heard the lilt of hope in his voice. Eager to choke the sentimentality down, Lyra had laughed, proclaiming that she couldn’t possibly attend such a lavish event as she did not have anything to wear that would be worthy of the grand occasion. She ran her fingers over a cut she had left earlier on his chest, hoping the matter had been deflected. She was unprepared when he had put his hand over her own, a triumphant smile spreading across his face as he insisted he would see to her needs.

She had tentatively agreed in the moment, but his choice revealed itself to be an atrocity. She threw the dress atop her bed and crossed the room to her desk, pulling out parchment and ink.

“Lord Gortash,” The letter began, Lyra scratching across the page. She had come to only use his title when she was angry or wanted something, or perhaps both.

Lord Gortash, I received your gift. I can safely say it is the most hideous thing I have ever laid eyes on. Does your god demand such gaudiness from all his followers? I will not be wearing this dress, and I will not be attending your party. In fact, it is truly such a horror that I am reconsidering our association. I will let you know my verdict, pray that it is favorable. -L

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Annoyingly, she had not received any response to her letter. She had expected their usual dance – her sharp words eliciting a snarky retort from him, volleying until one of them won. The silence had been unnervingly deafening, and when the night of the party arrived without a letter from the tyrant, Lyra decided to take matters into her own hands.

She slipped into the dress, finding the fit snug but not as much of an imprisonment as she had expected. She wrapped a cloak around herself and left the temple, hastily making her way to her associate’s manor in the Upper City. It had been hours since the party had officially begun, but Lyra could still hear the revelry well underway as she approached.

It was, as always, too easy to slip past his guards and climb her way up to the balcony of his private chambers. What do you pay them for? She had once snapped, displeased with the quality of their services after she herself had found a would-be assailant lurking in his garden. He had waved her concerns off, coolly replying that his guards were perfectly adequate, she was just faster.

Though, she never did see the guards that had been on duty that day again.

She found the balcony door unlocked, undoubtedly a result of his exasperation with her constant lockpicking. She stashed her cloak behind a potted plant on the balcony and stepped into his sitting room. His chambers were not necessarily large, but just like everything else about Lord Enver Gortash, they were certainly lavish – all elegant rugs, fine silks, and expensive paintings. His domain consisted of four rooms: to the left of the sitting room was his study and to the right was his bedchamber, off of which resided the most indulgent washroom she had ever seen. At its center was an enormous bath, which the infuriating genius had somehow managed to supply with running water even this deep into the city. She had spent many nights in that bath, watching the water darken as blood ran off of her skin, sometimes even allowing strong hands to glide soft cloth over her body.

Lyra chided herself for enjoying the comfort, ripping herself from the memory. The Child of Bhaal did not need such things, she would be satisfied with bathing in the blood itself. And yet…

Footsteps, and then – a woman’s laughter? Lyra moved to conceal herself from a place in the study where she could keep watch as the doors to the sitting room swung open. A patriar, or so Lyra guessed from the woman’s extravagant dress, glided into the room and laughed again as she spun around to face the doorway. A moment later, Gortash entered and swiftly closed the doors behind him, turning to the patriar with a hungry look. It was one Lyra herself knew quite well – he was stalking his prey.

She watched as Gortash grabbed the hips of the patriar, maneuvering the woman up against the door in an instant. His mouth fiercely claimed that of his guest’s, burying the woman’s surprised gasp of ‘Lord Gortash!’ with his tongue. A sinking feeling hit Lyra in her stomach, but she was quick to smother it down. This was all fine, of course. Whatever existed between Gortash and herself, they had made it explicit that they indulged in other lovers. She knew it was a particularly useful tool for the tyrant in his negotiations.

Yet, as Lyra watched them grind into each other, she could not deny the sickening fire that churned inside her.

The blood rushing through her ears drowned out Gortash’s words to his companion as he stepped back and gestured for the woman to take a seat. He turned towards the study, and Lyra sank deeper into the shadows of the room. She eyed him as he crossed the threshold and headed for his wine cabinet, as Lyra expected he would – ever the gracious host.

She took the soft clink of his gauntlet around a bottle as her cue. In an instant, her knife was at his throat, her body pressed against his back, drinking in the way he tensed.

“Well what do we have here?” She whispered, lips fluttering over his ear, “a whore at work?”

She watched the smirk spread across the side of his race in recognition. His body notably relaxed, which elicited a small snarl from Lyra. He should not be relieved it was her, he should be terrified. She tightened her grip on the knife as she pressed it further into his neck. He tensed again, which brought a smile back to Lyra’s face.

“I didn’t think—” he began in an attempt to ease her displeasure.

“You often don’t.”

He gave a restrained laugh and Lyra watched his throat bob against her knife, “We both know that’s not true.”

Brilliant bastard. She hated him, hated how his words and his voice could be so disarming. She slid her free hand down his front, running her hand over his cock. She gripped it tightly, relishing the surprised huff that escaped his throat.

“Already hard for her? Are you really that easy, Lord Gortash?”

“Lyra,” he growled in warning.

“Get rid of her,” she pressed her knife in further to his throat, enough to cut this time, “Or I will.”

She released him, immediately stepping back into the shadows. He turned to look at her, but her superior stealth left him without purchase. Bottle in hand, he returned to the expectant patriar.

“Darling,” Lyra heard him begin, tone laced with false apology, “I’m afraid I forgot about an early meeting in the morning. We’ll have to continue this another time.”

“My lord-” the woman began in protest, but a gauntleted hand against her cheek and an easy smile assured her all would be well.

“I will make it up to you, I swear,” Gortash gently took the woman’s hand in his own, supplying her with the wine bottle he had selected, “please, enjoy this for me this evening.”

The patriar looked at him for a moment before pushing the bottle back to him, her fingers lingering on his chest. Lyra wondered what it would be like to slice those fingers off one by one, how pretty they would look.

“We’ll enjoy it together when you make it up to me,” the woman leaned forward to place a kiss to his lips, comparatively chaste to the one they shared against the door. Gortash smiled and gave a warm laugh in response. Lyra hated that laugh. It was his fake laugh, one he fabricated into a weapon to match his charm. His real laugh was something callous and echoing and beautiful.

“As you wish,” Gortash guided the woman to the door with a hand against the small of her back. He bade her a goodnight and shut the door in her wake. Still concealed, Lyra moved from the study back into the sitting room, watching as Gortash listened to the patriar’s footsteps recede. After a moment, he turned and spoke to the air.

“Are you going to come out now?” He ran a hand through his hair as he made his way into the center of the sitting room, setting the wine bottle upon a nearby table. When she did not immediately respond, he gave a huff of annoyance, “I’m hardly in the mood for games this evening.”

“Shame,” Lyra took the moment to pounce, stepping from the shadows to kick him square in the chest, sending the lord tumbling backwards into a high-backed chair, “I have so much fun playing with you.”

Pain and genuine anger flickered across his face before he looked up at her, able to see her for the first time that evening. His face immediately smoothed into something much closer to hunger.

“You’re wearing the dress I sent,” a pleased hum escaped his throat as he leaned forward in the chair, moving to stand.

“Stay,” Lyra halted him with a glare. A silent battle took place between the two, as it so often did, both parties overly proud and wielding near-indomitable will. Finally, Gortash relinquished out of curiosity, sinking further into the chair.

“Good boy,” Lyra taunted, and Gortash’s glare was sharp in response. He hated being played with, or so he claimed. Lyra knew how hard his cock became when she riled him up, and she intended to have him particularly aggravated this evening.

She turned her back to him and began cutting the laces on the back of her dress one by one with the knife she had held to his throat earlier. When they had all been sliced open, she set the knife on the nearby table next to the discarded wine bottle. She swayed her hips, encouraging the dress to languidly slide off of her body, slowly revealing the expanse of her back and her ass covered only in her smallclothes, before finally cascading down her legs to pool at her feet.

She stepped back to move out of the dress, bending over to pick up the fabric. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught Gortash’s eyes glued to her ass, his mouth open slightly in heavy, quick breaths. She smirked as she tossed the dress behind her to land on him before turning her head back forward, laughing as she heard his growl and the flutter of fabric as he threw it once again to the floor. Any annoyance he may have had melted when she immediately slipped her fingers inside the band of her smallclothes, pulling them over her hips ever so slightly but not fully revealing herself. Not yet.

“Touch yourself,” she commanded, still playing with the fabric at her hips. She felt the air electrify, immediately filling with tension as her audience fought between seeking release and obeying the command of another. She sweetened the deal, bending over once again to remove her smallclothes and fully reveal her ass to him. She swayed her hips for a moment, bending even further forward to flash her cunt, which was already beginning to glisten.

“Lyra-“ he delivered his best attempt at a warning, though it was heavily marred by the strain in his voice.

“Touch. Yourself.” She commanded again, straightening up and looking back over her shoulder. This time, he obeyed, slipping a hand under his waistband. She watched just long enough to see his cock come free before turning forward again, satisfied. Her hands came up to tangle in her hair, slowly undoing the bun atop her head before it gave way to a beautiful waterfall.

Finally, she turned to face him.

Gortash was a man destroyed. He had sunk even further into the chair, hair a wreck from sliding against the back. His eyes were dark, and his mouth still hung open in heavy pants that matched the rapid rise and fall of his hair-dusted chest, even more exposed now from the loosened laces of his shirt. One hand fiercely gripped the arm of the chair, while his other gauntleted hand wrapped tightly around his heavy, thick cock. He stroked himself slowly, with as much restraint as possible, but his glistening tip betrayed his urgent need.

Lyra wanted to sink to her knees before him, to take him in her mouth and swirl her tongue over every last drop of that need. She wanted to let him fill her and fuck her throat raw, wanted to be buried against the trail of hair on his stomach while she gagged around his cock, her nails digging crescents into his hips as her vision darkened. She wanted to suck at his heavy sack and service every inch of him – to run her tongue along his shaft, kiss up his stomach, splay her fingers across that wonderful chest. Beautiful. He was absolutely beautiful, and she wanted to be completely lost in those deep, black eyes.

His eyes. She snapped out of her fantasy when she realized she had been staring – completely lost in his gaze. It was crushingly intimate, holding his stare while he worked himself, her body laid completely bare to him, both of them imagining what was to come. Too intimate, and her fantasies of submission and admiration had Lyra scrambling for a moment. She sought escape, breaking their eye contact to turn her head to the table next to her, where her knife still rested next to the wine bottle.

Seeking to distract herself, and perhaps ease her nerves, she swiftly opened the wine bottle with her knife and brought the rim to her lips, drinking deeply. Her eyes flashed back to Gortash, who still watched her, entranced. She smirked, a delicious thought swimming into her mind as she allowed some wine to spill from her mouth, staining her neck as the liquid ran towards her breasts. Enjoying the sensation, she tilted the bottle further, spilling more down her body. A lewd moan escaped the lord’s lips as her eyes fluttered shut.

The wine was warm and sticky, and it was easy to imagine that it was his blood. She reveled in the image of her skin streaking red with him. She wanted to be stained by him, to empty his veins and douse herself in his life. She released the bottle without thinking and it fell to the floor with a shatter. Unphased, she began running her hands all over her body, one smoothly relishing the liquid while the other dragged the tip of her knife over her skin. She would cut him and bleed him and hold him close, allowing him to empty himself onto her. She would plunge her knife into her own body, opening it wide so that he may spill inside. They would be closer than any mortals could ever be, drinking from each other to forever become one before the darkness consumed them eternally.

She gasped as her knife cut into her skin just below her collarbone, the sensation bringing her back to reality. A bolt of panic momentarily shot through her as she snapped her eyes open in search of the lord, fearful that her dreaded daydream may have been all too real. She met his stare, but instead of relief, she was filled with surprise. His face was soft, brows lightly furrowed, eyes wide and excruciatingly sincere. He gazed at her in absolute reverence.

And then, he did something truly wretched and unforgivable.

“Lyra,” he called her name like a prayer.

She was on him in an instant. She straddled him, grinding her cunt against the length of his cock as their mouths met in a desperately furious kiss, hoping the violence of it could drown their worship of each other. His hands came to rest on her thighs, holding her in place as if he was scared she would run away. He had no idea how completely she belonged to him in that moment, and for once, she did not care if she was answering his prayer with her own or if she was smothering his cry, the gods could reprimand her another day.

She sank her knife into the back of the chair just above his head, the sound of slicing fabric grabbing his attention and momentarily halting their kiss. Her hands floated down to gently cup his face as she whispered softly against his lips.

“Make it hurt.”

And he did. His gauntlets immediately dug into her as his mouth crashed back onto hers, forcing his way inside and claiming her with his tongue. He bit at her lip as she felt the tips of his talons break her skin, the delicious sensation running down her thighs in his wake. She frowned as the pressure of one hand disappeared, only to moan against him when she felt him line himself up with her entrance.

He wasted no time plunging his cock inside her, both of them already wet with need. He set a brutal pace, using his grip on her thighs to bounce her atop him, taking all of him again and again. She gasped each time he bottomed out, indulging in the delicious drag of his head against her walls.

His mouth dipped to latch onto her neck, sucking the tender skin underneath her jaw until it was sore. The rivers of wine that still streaked down her body led him lower, his tongue hungrily following their path until he stopped at her collarbone where she had cut herself. Here, he flattened his tongue further and lapped at the cut savagely, drinking in the heady mix of blood and wine. She moaned at the sensation and felt a satisfied growl leave him in response.

“You sound like a whore,” his low, rumbling voice sent vibrations across her collarbone. She breathed in sharply to collect herself, opening her mouth to quip back at him.

Her words died in her throat, replaced by a choked cry as one of his hands came harshly down on her ass. His other hand grasped the back of her neck, forcefully holding her in place as he brought them back face-to-face. His mouth hovered just in front of her own.

“You sound like a whore,” he repeated as he slapped her ass again, the sound echoing in the room, “so I’ll fuck you like one.”

She whimpered and strained against his grasp in an attempt to kiss him again, which only earned her another stinging strike. Another cry left her mouth, and she noticed his parted lips eager to drink in her sounds, collecting them after their journey across the small gap between their bodies.

She gasped into his mouth as another slap fell across her ass, and she could feel welts rising. She brought her hands to rest atop his chest for balance against the force of his strikes, which he allowed. Her fingers snaked through the loose laces of his shirt, brushing against the hair on his solid chest. She wanted his shirt off, wanted to drag her nails across his chest and feel him arch into her touch.

She whined to communicate her need, but he swiftly turned it into another cry with one last slap against her ass.  She felt his fingers curl into her raw skin as he fucked up into her with renewed vigor. Her own hands fisted into balls, grasping at his shirt. He chuckled breathlessly as the hand on the back of her neck came to roughly grab her jaw.

“Does my whore need something?” he taunted as he continued his thrusts. She whimpered as she further tightened her firsts around the fabric of his shirt.

“Have you been struck dumb? Use your words,” he cruelly commanded with a shake of her jaw, but his own pace betrayed him, hips beginning to stutter. A smirk spread across Lyra’s face faster than he could react.

“I didn’t think you’d finish so quickly, my lord,” she whispered dangerously. A thrill sparked within her when his hand left her jaw to slap her across her face, eliciting exactly the response she wanted.

In an instant, he lifted her off his cock and shoved her to the ground, her head hitting the floor with a blissful crack that turned her vision dark for a moment.

“Ungrateful beast,” his voice was harsh, but when her eyes flickered back to him, he was hastily removing his clothes until all that remained was his gauntlet. He was quick to lean over her, that same gauntleted hand wrapping around her throat and squeezing.

“You scorn my invitation and then disrupt my evening,” he sneered, “You came here tonight like a pathetic bitch in heat, desperately crawling for my cock. So, you will take what I give you, and you will be thankful. Do you understand?”

She smiled smugly, and he squeezed harder. Instinctively, both of her hands came to wrap around his wrist.

“Continue this, go right ahead,” he learned in to speak against her ear, “I’ll keep squeezing until you go limp. You’ll be much more pleasant then.”

The idea of letting Enver Gortash drain the life from her set her ablaze. He so rarely indulged his wrath nowadays, preferring to scheme and trap and lead his enemies to their untimely demise. More befitting of a lord, he had explained once. But his hands were far from clean - strong and rough from a lifetime that had been at odds with his current station, decorated with scars from his inventions. Lyra had known him long enough to have the privilege of witnessing a few rare, cherished moments where he had snapped, someone having elicited enough of his ire to make him dirty his own hands with pleasure.

She wished he would now. He was the only person in the world she trusted to destroy her. In truth, Lyra was exhausted from a lifetime of being wielded as her father’s weapon, and her twisted heart found solace in the fantasy of release. She yearned for the lord to end her before she had to end him.

But today was not that day.

She rolled her hips up into him in a sign of compliance, unable to speak due to the pressure on her neck. He smirked.

“There now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he slid his hand from her neck to trail down her body. Both hands came to her legs, slowly spreading her apart to allow him to drink in the sight of her cunt.

He let out a shaky breath as his cock twitched. He glided himself through her folds once, twice, before finally sinking back into her, leaning over to reclaim her lips with his own. Their tongues danced with each other, matching the roll of his hips as their joining became increasingly more frantic.

“Hells,” he broke their kiss with a snarl, burying his face in her neck as he picked up his pace. She raked her nails down his back and hiked her legs up higher, allowing him to sink even deeper and ripping an appreciative groan from his throat.

“That’s my woman,” he growled, biting and sucking at her pulse. The intimate, possessive praise made her shudder, her mind threatening to go white. One of her hands ran down to grab his ass as he pounded into her, silently begging him to go harder, to claim her.

The new angle was heavenly, repeatedly making him hit the sweet spot inside her, his balls slapping against her ass. She was smothered under his weight as he drilled into her, his hand coming back up to shove two fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them happily, salivating at the thought of biting them off and drawing sweet screams from his lips.

No – no. She did not want him to scream. In truth, she did not want to hurt him at all, and wasn’t that just the beginning and end of everything? Her Urge was lulled by the rock of his body, and her eyes closed as she allowed herself sanctuary in the only place she could ever forget herself.  

Here, she was not a weapon. Here, underneath him, she was free to indulge in the pleasures of life, not death. The way his breath quickened, the aching throb of her heightened pulse, the rough drag of his chest against her own. His hot breath on her neck, the stretch of her cunt around his cock, his soft sounds of pleasure against her skin as he sought his release.

Gods be damned, she was his.

He must have sensed her tightening coil, pulling his fingers from her mouth and bringing them to rub firm circles against her clit. She gasped, body arching into his as her hand left his ass to tangle in his hair. He hissed as she tightened her grasp, clinging to him for purchase as her body tightened in ecstasy.  

She trembled, and she distantly heard him curse as he fucked her through her climax. She felt him raise himself up on his arms just enough to look at her as his hips began to falter. Her eyes fluttered open to meet his, raw and desperate. Perhaps foolishly, she allowed herself to give him a moment of softness, sliding her hand down from his hair to caress his cheek.

“Enver.”

His forehead met her own as he came with a gasp, spilling into her cunt. He shuddered over her, powerful aftershocks rocking them both. In his own betrayal of intimacy, he pressed a kiss to her forehead before catching himself, moving to capture her lips in a sloppy kiss. He collapsed on top of her, spent, and moved to bury his face into her neck again as their breathing slowly regulated.

Lyra stared at the ceiling as she traced circles against his back, a new pang settling deep within her. She wanted to guide his hands as he cracked her chest open and let him tear out her heart. It was already his, and it would destroy her.

She was torn from her thoughts by the tickle of words against her skin, pulling a surprised laugh from her.

“What?” she angled her head down to speak to the menace at her throat. She could feel his smug smile before she saw it as he lifted himself back up on his arms, pausing to first brush a strand of hair from her face.

“I said, I knew you’d look good in that dress.”

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[hollybell51]

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Sam Winchester x AFAB!fem!Reader

Supernatural (2005), s03e02 “bloodlust”

Word count: 4.6K

Summary: you and Sam don't exactly see eye to eye with Dean's new friend, so you return to the motel by yourselves. Things... escalate.  

Content: smutty smut smut! Shameless, loving, gentle porn with a bit of a plot. Tooth rotting sappiness and fluff. Bit of hurt/comfort, bit of angst. Reader is just so in love with Sam (I am too dw). Sam is down horrendously bad for the reader (I'm horrendously down bad for him. I cannot emphasise this enough). Use of (Y/N), but not too much. Hickeys, making out, extremely light switchiness (barely noticeable, just healthily flexible dynamics), blowjobs, handjobs, fingering, safe sex, vaginal sex. Hugs all round (someone needed to give these boys one), Dean and the reader get along, Dean has like one soft moment, there's quite a bit of reminiscing and stuff. Gordon's vibes are Off. As above, set during season 2 episode 3.

Notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES! I'm (kinda) back, and my summaries have not gotten any better! Started watching Supernatural and got brainrot. Got lots of stuff planned but probably won't actually write it (sorry). The things I would let these two men do to me is insane like actually insane besties I am not ok. Anyways enjoy the by-product of my suffering, consider this a peace offering as I worm my way into the Supernatural fandom.

Also I have been working sporadically on some requests so if you made one chances are I've seen it and I have started it, but also I have Things in my Life right now that are very Stressful so yeah that's fun but yknow it is what it is, thanks everyone for being so supportive and patient with me xx

To say you were uncomfortable would have been an understatement. It wasn’t just how easily Gordon was talking about what had happened, or the too-bright light in his eyes as he recounted it, or Dean’s ease with the whole thing. It had been a freaking execution! And sure, the guy was a vampire, but the way the saw had just chewed right through his neck, the kicking of his legs as he’d died, the blood spraying over Dean’s face… yeah. As Sam had put it, decapitations weren’t really your idea of a good time. And it certainly wasn’t something you felt like laughing about over drinks. 

You could see Sam’s leg bouncing slightly, his face blank as he stared at the beer he was nursing. Your own stomach twisted with unease. Chances were, if he was on edge, so were you. The emotional interplay wasn’t new, and in fact, Dean gave you endless shit about it. “I don’t know what’s up with you,” he’d say. “I just gotta thank God I don’t develop some freaky emotional feedback loop with every girl I bang.” 

Now, Sam glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. You screwed up your nose. Not enough to be too noticeable, but enough to let him know you thought something was a bit off too. He nodded almost imperceptibly. 

“What’s up with you two?” Dean asked, frowning at your practically untouched beer. 

You shrugged. Sam shrugged. 

Dean rolled his eyes, taking a mouthful of his drink before turning to his new friend. “I swear,” he said, “they read each others' minds. He’s grumpy, she’s grumpy. She’s happy, he’s happy. I reckon if she stubbed her toe, he’d be limping.” 

Gordon barked a laugh, raising his eyebrows. “That so?” 

“Dean, come off it,” you sighed. 

He shook his head, smiling. “Lighten up, both of you.” 

You opened your mouth to say something about how you didn’t think lightening up was really appropriate given the circumstances, but the scraping of Sam’s chair cut you off. 

“I’m not gonna bring you guys down,” he said. “I’m just gonna go back to the motel.” 

“Yeah,” you agreed as he glanced at you, “I’m a bit tired.” 

Dean frowned. “You sure?” 

You nodded, standing. 

“Ok,” he shrugged. “Seeya.” 

“Seeya,” you smiled tightly, then passed him your unfinished beer. “You want this?” 

“You’re not taking it?” 

You shook your head. “Not in a beer sort of mood.” 

He gave you a searching look, then shrugged again and took the drink. “Sure.” 

“Thanks, Gordon.” You nodded to the other hunter. As much as you felt off about him, you didn’t need to be rude. 

He inclined his head back to you. “My pleasure.” 

Sam’s hand settled on your back as you joined him by the door, and you cast a final glance back at the two men remaining at the table. 

“Sammy!” Dean called, the car keys jingling in his hand as he tossed them to his brother. “Remind me to beat that buzzkill outta you later, alright?” 

Sam caught them with ease, Gordon’s enquiry of “something I said?” chasing you out the door. Hell yeah, it was something he said. It was everything he said.  

“Jesus,” you grumbled, shivering in the cold air. 

Sam snorted, absently shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. Equally thoughtlessly, you put it on. It had become something of a routine. Sam didn’t exactly get too cold very often, but you did. He was many things, and “gentleman” was pretty high on the list by you reckoning. 

“I don’t know about all of this,” he said, feet crunching on the gravel as he headed towards the car. “Something’s…” 

“Off, yeah.” You swung into the passenger seat, arms crossed firmly over your chest. 

“I can’t quite–” The engine cut him off for a moment, but he didn’t finish the sentence anyway. It didn’t matter.

“I know, it’s a brain itch.” 

Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Tell me about it. Seatbelt,” he added as the car rolled out of the parking lot, another habit between the two of you. You could have sworn you’d have been dead years ago if you hadn’t had someone reminding you to use the damn things, a fact that both Winchester brothers were not afraid to attempt to drill into you. They hadn’t had much success. 

You hummed as you clicked the strap across your body, shrinking further down into the seat. You were feeling better now that you weren’t sitting across from Gordon, now that it was just you and Sam. You loved Dean, of course you did, but Sam was just so easy to be around. The two of you clicked, simple as that, and you adored it. 

“I’m gonna call Ellen,” Sam said decisively, frowning at the road. “Maybe she knows him.” 

You nodded. “Mhm, good idea.” 

You were still humming – the melody from something that had been playing on the drive that day, you thought – as you entered the motel room, gulping down a glass of water before jumping onto the kitchen counter. Your heels made a dull thud, thud, thud, on the cupboards as you swung them, the zipper of Sam’s jacket swishing over the cheap vinyl. You watched him take a seat on the bed and dial Ellen. 

You listened idly to his side of the conversation, eventually sliding off the counter top and coming to sit behind him on the bed. You rested your head on his shoulder, sighing. It had been an oddly long day. 

“But I thought you said he was a good hunter,” he was frowning. 

You thought you heard her say “Hannibal Lecter”, and frowned too. Shit, was Gordon some kind of serial killer? You hoped not. 

Sam’s back was warm under your cheek, but his shoulders were tense. The last few weeks hadn’t been easy. You hadn’t known John Winchester well, but the time you’d spent with him had been… Well, it hadn’t been nice exactly, but you could see the love he had for his sons. You couldn’t imagine going through what Sam had, almost losing his brother and then really losing his father in the space of a week. You thought he was handling everything reasonably well, all things considered.

There’d been one moment, just a few days ago, when you’d thought he might crack. Dean had been out like a light in the back of the car, and you’d reached around to snap a photo of him squished up against the window. You’d laughed at it – he looked ridiculous. When you’d glanced up to show Sam, he was staring straight at the road, a muscle in his jaw twitching. 

“Alright?” you’d asked, and he’d nodded.

You’d frowned. “Want me to drive for a bit?”

This time, a head shake.

He wasn’t alright, you could see that clear as day. “Sam, pull over,” you said softly.

He’d swung the car off the road so abruptly you’d jerked against your seatbelt, simply sitting with his foot on the brake and both hands on the steering wheel.

You’d reached over and put the car in park, switching off the ignition. “Come on,” you’d said, “out.” 

He’d leant against the side of the car, arms crossed, staring out into the field you were driving past. 

“Interesting grass?” you’d asked, bumping your shoulder against his. 

He hadn’t smiled exactly, but his mouth had definitely twitched up a bit at the corner. You’d consider that a win. 

“Seriously,” you’d prodded. “What’s up?” 

“I don’t…” He’d trailed off, picking at a loose thread on his shirt. “I can’t…” 

You’d frowned as he’d shaken his head, looking anywhere but you. You’d told yourself something like this was gonna happen eventually, prepped the whole “I’m here no matter what” speech a thousand times, but now you didn’t really know what to do. The only thing you could think of was to put your hand on his back, rubbing slow, soothing circles like your kindergarten teacher used to do when you were upset. 

Sam’s voice was choked when he finally spoke. “I can’t lose you.” 

Four words, but you were convinced your heart had shattered right there. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, stepping to face him. You took his hands in yours, uncrossing his arms.

“How can you–?” 

You cut him off, shaking your head as you raised his hands to your face and kissed his knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere,” you repeated. “Nowhere you can’t follow.” 

He’d just nodded, pulling you into a tight hug. You breathed deeply, the strong smell of the most recent laundromat’s detergent all around you, your fingers bunched in the back of Sam’s shirt. 

“I’ve got your back,” you whispered. “You know that, right?”

“I know,” he murmured into your hair, “I’ve got yours, too.” 

“Good.” You’d pulled away, smiling as you stretched up to kiss him. It was soft and chaste, but that was all either of you needed. 

Then Dean had woken up and shouted at you to save your “romantic moments” for when you weren’t supposed to be driving. You’d grumbled that he was just jealous, which he’d vehemently denied amongst a lot of vomit noises. But later, as you’d waited for Sam to get back with lunch, he’d put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. 

“I’m glad he’s got you,” he’d said. “Real glad.” 

“You’ve got me too,” you’d smiled. “Always.” 

He’d just stared at you for a moment, his arm still around you, before he’d cleared his throat and stepped back. “Thanks,” he’d muttered. “‘ppreciate it.”  

Now, with the same softness, you let your hand slide up Sam’s back and across his shoulders, then down his side. You brushed over his chest, down to his stomach, then back up to settle over his heart. You always forgot how big he was until you tried to get your arms around him, then it was like hugging a mountain. You loved it. 

He cleared his throat. 

You smiled, placing a soft kiss where his hair brushed the back of his neck, using your free hand to sweep it away. 

“Ok, yeah,” Sam said to Ellen. He sighed as your lips trailed higher, up under his ear. 

“Mhm, we will.” His fingers curled in the bed covers as you sucked ever so gently at the spot you’d found, the one you knew drove him insane. 

“Yep, alright. Thanks, Ellen.” A forceful swallow as you rubbed slow patterns across his front, nothing but the thin material of his shirt separating your hand from his skin. 

“Ok. Bye.” 

You smiled as the phone beeped, then was thrown to the bed. You eased your hand under his shirt, shivering as your fingers met the warm expanse of his torso. You could touch him like this forever, if you were given the chance. 

“What’re you doing?” he breathed, tilting his head back, baring his throat. 

“Kissing you,” you whispered as you moved down the muscle of his neck, “touching you,” as your hand ran gently over his pectoral, thumb grazing his nipple. 

“Mm, do I get to kiss you too?” 

You smiled. “If you ask nicely, yeah.” 

“Please?” 

“Hm?”

He sighed. “(Y/N), come on.” 

“Nope,” you laughed softly. “Ask nicely.” 

You felt his chest heave under your hand, and you pressed your mouth to his neck again. 

“Pretty please,” he murmured. 

You pretended to be considering this for a moment, dragging it out. Truth be told, you wanted him to kiss you just as much as he wanted to, but God it was fun teasing a bit. Especially like this, when it was you draped over his back, hinting at giving him hickeys, touching wherever you pleased. 

“Go ahead,” you replied. 

Before you could even draw another breath he’d turned and brought his hand up to cup your face, pressing his lips against yours. You let him lick into your mouth, his tongue sliding languidly alongside your own, the faint taste of beer still clinging to him. It was all so soft and gentle and full of care, everything you adored about him. 

He shifted back on the bed, turning to face you. Your hands were still under his shirt, arm still stretched across his body as he pushed against you. 

“I love this on you,” he murmured as his hands found the opening of his jacket, pushing it back over your shoulders. 

You smiled. “You want me to take it off?” 

“And this.” He plucked at the t-shirt you wore underneath, already coaxing it upwards. 

“Alright,” you laughed, batting his hands away. “Patience is a virtue.” 

“Whoever said that clearly never met you.” 

You looked away, hoping to hide the pink you could feel flooding your cheeks. However many times you did this, Sam never failed to get you flustered. You could sense his eyes on you as you stripped yourself of your shirt and his jacket, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine.

He started to shuffle back further onto the bed, one hand settling on your waist as he leant down to kiss along your jaw. You sighed, your mind halfway made up to just let him keep going like that. But no. 

“Uh-uh,” you said, pushing him gently off you. 

“What do you–? Oh.” 

You smiled as you slid off the bed, kneeling between his legs. You ran your hand up his thigh, deftly undoing his belt and fly. Heck, you’d had practice. “Can I?”

“Yes,” he nodded quickly. “God, yes.” 

You rolled your eyes, gesturing to his pants. “Well you gotta help me out a bit, yeah?” 

“Sorry,” he grinned, shedding them in one smooth motion.

“And those.” You pointed at his underwear. 

“Yes, your highness.” 

“Damn right,” you muttered as you kissed your way up his thigh, nipping gently at the skin of his hip. He smelled of the soap from last night’s motel room, faint but still there, a little sweat from the night’s earlier action. You could taste it where your tongue touched him, and man was it good.

His voice was breathy when he asked, “You gonna keep teasing me forever?” 

“Maybe.” You watched as goosebumps appeared where your breath tickled him, smiling to yourself. 

“Is that what’s got you smiling like that?” 

You sat back on your heels, arms resting on his knees as you looked up at him. He was so gorgeous, the shitty neon lighting of the room glancing off his hair in a kind of halo. You thought your next words through very carefully. 

“No,” you said slowly. “I’m thinking about how your cock’s gonna feel in my mouth. How you’re gonna say my name when I’ve got you so deep down my throat I’m almost gagging. I bet you won’t be able to keep your hands off me, I’ll make you feel so good.” 

Sam’s mouth fell open, his hands twitching where they rested on the duvet. 

“What do you think?” 

He swallowed. “I think I’m not even gonna take you up on that bet, I think you’re right.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Ok then.” You smiled, leaning forward and taking his dick in your hands. It was hard and warm to the touch, already leaking precum. You licked down, then up again, swirling your tongue around the head. 

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Please, (Y/N).” 

“You want me to suck it?” 

“Yes. Please.” 

You shrugged. “Since you asked so nicely.” You sank your mouth down onto him, your hands working what wouldn’t fit. Sam’s thighs tensed, and you moved. You could have stayed like that forever, you thought, just holding him in your mouth. You had half a mind to ask about that, actually. 

Sam moaned, his fingers twisting in the covers as you pulled your head back, then forward again, sucking and licking along his length. You’d wanted to take your time at first, tease him and see how long it took for him to be fisting your hair and moving your head for you. But now, breathing in the smell of him, feeling the weight and the heat of him, you were losing your composure. 

“Oh my God,” he whispered as you increased your speed, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth. His dick was slick with your spit and only getting messier, something you might have been embarrassed about in the past. Now it turned you on. 

You moaned, the vibrations jolting Sam’s hips despite his best efforts. You gave a tiny huff of laughter out your nose, lowering your head even further until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. 

“(Y/N),” he panted. “Shit, (Y/N).” 

“Hm?” You glanced up at him, your eyes watering slightly. He made a sound you’d thought only existed in pornos – before you met him, that was – as his hand finally flew to your hair, his fingers carding through it. He was trying so hard to be gentle, and you loved him for it. 

“You look so hot like that,” he whispered. “How’re you so fucking hot?” 

You smiled, your enthusiasm doubling. You vividly remembered a conversation you’d had with Sam and Dean in the car once, where Dean had proclaimed that “there are blowjobs, and then there are blowjobs.” Sam had turned and looked at you, raising an eyebrow. Dean had yelled at you both and told you to get a room. What you were doing right now was definitely a blowjob, and you were loving every second of it. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Sam was panting, “(Y/N) oh my God I’m gonna cum.” 

His fingers tightened in your hair, his head thrown back and his cock twitching in your mouth. You went all in, sucking and licking and jerking with everything you had in you. 

Yes, you thought as you swallowed everything he gave you, basking in his muttered curses and groans like they were water and you were a wilted houseplant. This was heaven, right here. Every time you watched him come undone, you were completely convinced it couldn’t get any better than this. And without fail, the next time it did. 

He was still panting as you licked him clean, as gently as you could. His hand had settled on your shoulder, large fingers caressing your skin so tenderly it made you want to cry. 

“You ok?” you asked, sitting back. You patted his knee, watching his face carefully. He was flushed, a light sheen of sweat sticking some of his hair to his forehead. You hadn’t really paid much attention at the time, but now you wished you’d made him take off his shirt too. You loved watching his chest heave as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Ok?” he echoed, opening his eyes. He grinned. “I’m more than ok.” 

You smiled back, licking your lips. “Good.” 

“Come up here,” he said, patting his leg. “And take off your pants.” 

“Magic word?”

“Please.” Then, on second thoughts, “pretty please.” 

You laughed, but got up and shed your jeans anyway. You slid onto his lap, straddling his thigh and wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you softly, holding you close against him. The material of his shirt tickled your skin, very noticeably baring you from the silken warmth of his skin. 

“Off,” you said against his lips, plucking at the garment. 

“Off,” he repeated, tracing the line of your underwear. 

Almost perfectly in sync, the two of you shed the offending clothing. 

“I love this,” he whispered as he reached behind you, deftly unfastening your bra and pulling it away from you. He set it aside carefully, almost reverently, then bent his head and fastened his mouth to your breast. “Hey,” he said after a moment, frowning. 

You frowned too. “What’s wrong?” 

His finger traced a delicate circle over your other breast, tapping at a spot just above your nipple. “What’s this?” 

You squinted at the area, then laughed. The faded yellowish bruise wasn’t all that visible, but of course Sam would find it. 

“What is it?” 

“It’s a hickey. From you. From last time.” 

His face cleared. “Shit, didn’t realise it’d last that long. Sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” you smiled. “Makes me think of you whenever I see it.” 

“Maybe I should give you more, then.” 

Your grin widened. “Please.”

“Mm?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Pretty please.” 

“Ok.” He bent once more, sucking a matching spot into your unmarked breast. Then he added another one beside it, and a third right in the middle of your sternum. 

“No more low cut tops, I guess,” you sighed, stifling a moan as he moved downwards with another. 

“Shame,” he murmured into your skin, “I love those low cut tops.” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

“I’d be insane not to.” 

You laughed, then gasped as he ran his hand up your thigh. 

“Relax,” he said. 

“I’m relaxed, I’m so relaxed.” 

“Your heartbeat says you’re lying.” 

“That’s for you,” you told him, meeting his eyes. “That’s what you do to me.” 

“And this?” His finger darted between your legs, sliding easily with how wet you were. 

“Yeah,” you gasped, “all for you.” 

He cursed softly, then lowered you gently onto the bed. He propped himself half over you, half beside you, his hand stroking down over your stomach, your hips, around your pelvis. 

“Please,” you moaned. “Sam, please.” 

“Please what?” 

“Touch me. Please,” you added as an afterthought. 

“Nice manners,” he noted, rubbing achingly slow circles over your clit. 

You gripped his arm, fingers digging into the muscle as he bent and resumed his assault on your breasts. 

“You take such good care of me,” he continued, his voice muffled slightly by your soft flesh. “You always take such good care of me.”

“Cause I love you,” you whispered. 

“Mhm, you gonna let me take care of you too?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Of course.” 

“Good.”

You whined at the loss of his fingers on your clit, then bit your lip to quiet what would have been a loud moan as he slipped the finger inside you. The heel of his hand ground against your sensitive bundle of nerves, his finger putting just the right pressure in just the right places. You’d be a mess in no time, and you both knew it. 

“Fuck, Sam,” you panted, your back arching as you chased the feeling. 

“Hm?” His chest was warm where it pressed against your side, the muscles of his arm rippling subtly under the skin where your fingers dug into him. His free hand stroked your shoulder, his mouth busy littering your chest with hickeys. You could feel him growing hard again against your thigh. 

“Fuck me?” you half asked, half offered. 

He grunted softly at your words, nodding. “Got a condom?” 

“Mhm, yeah, sure. One sec.” You reached over to your jeans, rummaging in the pockets until you struck gold. Or foil, you supposed. You watched as Sam tore it open and slid it on, as easily as if he was tying shoelaces. He’d gotten stupidly fast at putting the things on, courtesy of the whole “Dean could get back any minute so let’s just be as fast as we can” element you so often found yourselves dealing with. You weren’t complaining. 

“Ready?” he asked, positioning himself between your legs. You rocked your hips gently, feeling his hardness pressed against your dripping centre. 

He nodded, then softly slid inside you. You both gasped at the feeling, the familiar stretch and the warmth of it. It was like he was made for you, the way he fit. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, your fingers twisting in the duvet. 

“Alright?” he asked, and you nodded. 

“Move,” you urged him. He did, slow and gentle. The light was doing that thing with his hair again, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it. Brush it off his forehead, kiss him there, smooth the faint worry line that seemed to be present more and more frequently. You’d do anything to make it disappear forever. 

“You feel so good,” he murmured, leaning forward to deliver more kisses to your chest. You were gonna have a whole forest of hickeys when you were done.  

“You feel good,” you replied. Your breath was coming short, a light sheen of sweat gathering over your skin even though you weren’t the one doing all the work. 

“Touch yourself,” he encouraged you, “I want you to cum while I’m fucking you.” 

“Shit, ok,” you replied, reaching down and running a finger in tiny circles over your clit. You loved how easily you could give and take control with him, how quickly and smoothly you could switch roles when you wanted to. It wasn’t just in bed, either, and you adored it. You adored him.

Your own hand combined with the steady thrusting of his dick was perfect. You weren’t going to last long, and judging by Sam’s shuddering breaths and muttered curses, your name sprinkled throughout, neither was he. 

“(Y/N), fuck,” he moaned, his abdominal muscles twitching and tensing. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you gasped as you felt the tightness coiling inside you, more, more, more– “Holy fuck, I’m gonna–” You released with a frantic cry of his name, your spine arching and your legs locking around his hips. You felt yourself contract around his dick, the stuttering of his strokes as he too reached his climax. 

He slowed eventually, coming to a stop as the tremors receded from your body and your brain returned to your head. You were spent, content to lie there with his warm, comforting weight on top of you until the world stopped turning. 

He rolled off you, peeling off the condom and tying it neatly before tossing it to the floor to be disposed of later. You turned to face him, your head resting on his bicep, his other arm draped over your side. His hand stroked your back, soft and loving. 

You smiled as you reached up, sweeping the hair from his face. “You good?” you murmured, cupping his cheek gently. 

He nodded, leaning forward to kiss you softly. You reciprocated, then stretched up and placed a kiss on his forehead. 

“How about you?” he asked. 

“I’m great.” Then you sighed, your thumb stroking tiny arcs across the curve of his cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered. 

“Look at you,” he answered. “You’re so beautiful.”  

You closed the few inches of space between you, pressing your lips to his. “I really do love you,” you said as you pulled away. “So much.” 

He smiled. “I know, I love you too. More than anything.” 

You went to kiss him again, but his phone buzzed and you froze. He groped for it blindly, frowning. You’d both learnt the hard way that if his phone went off and Dean wasn’t with you, it was best to check it. 

Sam snorted, flipping it around for you to see. 

The text, from Dean, was two sentences. “Back in 1/2 hour. Get decent.” 

“Screw you, Dean.” 

Sam laughed, tossing the phone to the side. “I guess we’ve got half an hour.” 

“I’m taking a shower then,” you said. “I saw a vending machine, like, right outside, and I really want a soda right now.” 

“I’ll get you a soda if you let me take the shower with you?” 

“Deal.” You held out your hand as if to shake on it, but he kissed it instead. Yeah, “gentleman” was definitely high up on that list. 

#supernatural #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam x reader #smut #female reader #fluff #angst with fluff #second person narration #that means “you” pronouns n stuff #use of yn #hurt/comfort #oversharing in the tags #once more i have to talk about how much i just love him #i want him so bad #i need to like pat his head or something #give him a hug #maybe a little kiss #maybe lots of little kisses #got me giggling and shit #twirling my hair and everything #the things he could do to me #the things i would do to him #oh god your honour i am in love #it hasnt been this bad since my 2018 loki obsession #which coincidentally got me into fanfiction i the first place #but we don't need to talk about that #reader insert #fanfiction

[explorerofsouls]

Pinned postie

So first off (and this SHOULD be a given) but if you’re under 18, do not interact. I will not be swayed, and this a hard rule.

Ongoing game: “turn on/ turnoff”

Send me an ask about something with that name, and I have to awnser publicly if it turns me on or not~

•you can call me “Souls” but if pet names are more your thing, those work too. Any gender too. And I don’t say that as in “please keep to more neutral terms” I say that as in actively want to try out as many of these terms as I can!

I am absolutely a big softie. So yes, even if we’ve just met, I WILL care about your physical and mental well being. And no, there will be no exceptions to that rule.

•I go by literally any pronouns. Honestly I don’t know at this point, so I’m comfortable with trying most pronouns

•I reside in the realm of bi/pan, no matter what I’m very much lgbtq+ in some way or another, so really I’m down to chat with anybody, pretty much

•I’m pretty goddamn switchy, so I can go all sorts of directions, depending on how I’m feeling in that moment

•I am single for the time being, and am open to polyamory, so long as all parties consent

•as for kinks, I’m willing to test the waters on just about anything, and am again not too picky (the only exceptions being toilet kinks, permanent harm, and degradation. No shame to those whom enjoy, they’re just not for me)

•my asks and dms will always be open to anybody (unless they prove to be a problem) so feel free! If I’m not online, I will do my best to awnser each one when I can

•feel free to claim an emoji for anons! ( 🦈,🪤, 🌊, ☠️,🍷 and 🍬 are taken)

•I’m usually in the mood to rp/chat

•my main blog is @crocadilly

•lastly (and somewhat embarrassingly) please do not ask for photos/recordings of me until we’ve gotten to know each other. I have a strong aversion to cameras and mirrors, so I’m only really willing to do such once I’ve a good vibe off of you.

Okay! Now that intros are out of the way, we can get on with things!

Reviews:

Feel free to send one! If I like it, I’ll add it here.

“my favorite non gendered but also very gendered homosapien (maybe idk if youre even human)”

"50% of posts this homosapien makes will make me question my gender. The 50% make me question my kinks"

And always remember the golden rule:

“Love Thyself”

#pinned #nsft #hornyposting #send asks #send me dms

[dark-thoughts-and-reblogs]

Minors DNI

Yanderes calling their Darling ‘’Kitten’’. 🥰

Warning: mentions of sex and face-sitting, dirty talk, petplay, and daddy kink, use of the nickname Kitten obviously, and I kept the reader gender-neutral. There’s nothing really yandere-ish in this one, though.

- Hitoshi Shinso (My Hero Academia) starts calling you Kitten pretty much as soon as he meet you. Accidentally calls you Kitten even when you’re not around and he’s talking about you to someone else, blushing slightly if someone comment about it or if Aizawa smirk and raise an eyebrow at the nickname. Definitely uses the nickname in bed too, along with some borderline cringy dirty talk, stuff along the lines of ‘’C’mere here, Kitten. I’ve got some milk for you’’ 🤦. Is into petplay, will regularly insist that you wear a cat ears headband, a cat tail butt plug and a collar. (Sorry, I know y’all probably also expected Aizawa, but I’m only writing about my favorite characters and I don’t particularly care for Aizawa, I’m not sure why. 😅)

- Ryoma Hoshi (Danganronpa V3) only starts calling you Kitten once you’re officially a couple. He only calls you by your name before that point in your relationship. Ryoma feels like it’s a very private nickname, though, so he only call you Kitten when you two are alone. If you also call him Kitten when you two are alone, you’ll make his heart beat faster… and make his dick hard. ‘’Please, Kitten… I want to make you feel good…’’ Isn’t really into petplay; he will admit that the cat ears headbands are really cute, and is even willing to wear some too in private if you want him too, but that’s pretty much it.

- Vinny (Vinny is my headcanon name for Repo Mantis, from Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) starts calling you Kitten pretty much immediately. Probably won’t even memorize your real name. Do occasionally enjoy petplay, but he’s gotta be in the right mood for it. Is surprisingly switchy, not nearly as dominant in bed as one would expect from such a greedy man. ‘’Eh… looks like my Kitten is horny… Fine, ya can use me however ya want’’

- Nanu (Pokémon Sun/Moon) couldn’t remember your name after he met you the first time, so he just started to call you Kitten after seeing you interact with the Meowth kittens (Let’s just say that young Cat-like Pokémons are called kittens, yeah?) in his care and the nickname just stuck. Tend to be too tired/lazy to really get into petplay but occasionally use it to make you do all the job… ‘’Be a good Kitten and suck Daddy’s dick. If you do a good job, you’ll get your reward and you’ll be allowed to sit on Daddy’s face…’’ Yeah, Nanu have a bit of a Daddy kink…

#mha #my hero academia #hitoshi shinso #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #ryoma hoshi #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #repo mantis #pokémon #pokémon sun and moon #kahuna nanu #officer nanu #nanu #kitten #x reader #headcanon #english isn't my first language

[sensitivegoblin]

Ngl I’m very high and in a switchy mood

#ramble #highgoblin

[iluvchanniesposts]

1, 10, and 16! Hehe-

1. Would you rather be more or less ticklish?

hmm this is difficult because i’m very ticklish as it is but I quite like my sensitivity 🤔 I’d say more, so people could have more fun with it!

10. What’s the easiest way to fluster you?

not much tends to make me fluster, only internally lmao. Usually when I know I’m about to get wrecked so maybe when I’m pinned down.

16. Are you in a lee, ler, switchy or neutral mood right now?

aghhh tbh lee. Big time lee😭I want Bang chan or Seungmin to wreck me rn.

THANK YOU❤️

[saturnalee]

I'm also in a very cuddly lee mood, I'd love it if we both could cuddle and gently tickle each other until one of us got over and wrecked the other one, and then the one who got wrecked took revenge.............. (pls I want to get wrecked)

🫣 say less i’m omw

normally i’m in a lee mood but i’ve been veeery switchy lately this would be so lovely

#ask saturn

[crystallilytarot]

Hi lily! Hope you are doing well! I’m not sure if you are still answering questions but I was just wondering what the sexual connection will be like with my next partner?

Initials: N.L

Thank you so much!

MDNI, it's a 18 + post!

Sexuality by Taemin started playing in my head. Idk if it's a message for you or for someone who reads this? I don't even know what's the lyrics about, I mean yeah, sexuality, but idk the exact translation of the lyrics. After that Seven by Jungkook, okay we are in the mood, I see.

Okay, anyway

So it's really good. Satisfaction every time you do it. It's kinda perfect. But you will be tired! And I don't know if you like bondage, but they definitely likes it or at least wants to try it. I feel like they already have some experience in that. How can I say this? So juices are flowing, both of you are very turned on. Chemistry is spot on. Oral can be a regular thing and it will be very good. Both of you are very attractive, strong sexuality. So like 2 emotionally mature, open person who knows what they want, knows that sex is good. It feels like you are both kinda dominant, and your partner can be switchy too, if you want. Because they see you like really beautiful and attractive. They are more of a dominant person too, but if you want that, they can be a little subby, because they want to pleasure you in any way you want. Roles can be switched if you seems that more likely. Between the lust there is a little romance too, at least some nice drinks, a good lunch, I think maybe flowers, or nice bedsheets, everything to be perfectly comfortable and be in the mood. Oh actually I think there will be music too.

#answered #18+ tarot

[hedonic-sidhe]

Love,

Tell me more about your switchy side? Dommy Hedon rarely comes out to play 😘

- 💕

I’m typically very sweet and compliant when I sub, and I’m generally always eager to please. In the rare event that I’m in a more dominant mood however, I’m much more sadistic than my submissive side would let on. I like to bite and mark, and I want to see tears. The clover clamps and handcuffs I’ve mentioned before aren’t just for me. I’ve a bit of a god complex too, although that’s a post for another time

#hello lovely anon #hedon answers #💕 anon my beloved #hedon doms

[bloodstone-knife]

I'm uh. You ever grt those wildly switchy moments where you can't decide whether you want to be in the middle of people spitroasting you or you want to be helping someone spitroast somebody else? Yeah -🔪🐈‍⬛

Being spitroasted isn’t really my speed unless the stars align and the moon is fortuitous, but I am definitely a switch. Fear not, I too have been torn between fucking and being fucked. Sometimes within the same minute. Sometimes I know for a fact that I want to have my mouth full and my hands tied, sometimes I want to grab someone by the hips and control where they go, sometimes I want to torture, sometimes I want to be tortured. And then there’s the random instances of brat behavior, where there’s a small window and if someone doesn’t put me in my place I’m going to dom them.

More than anything though, as much as I love my power and control, it comes down to being wanted and how I want someone to show that. Fingers near my mouth is a very good sub button for me, but I’d love to get handed someone’s leash too. So many options.... gosh I’m easily distracted but now I’m yearning for somebody to seduce me actually. I don’t even care how. Smooth gentleman tucking my hair behind my ear? Cute pet kissing up my leg? Pretty lady toying with my nipples while we cuddle? Anything. There’s probably a science to how a person could seduce me and get me in the sub/dom mood, but no one’s ever done the necessary experiments.

#🕊🩸

[aliceblisss]

Sharp | Bucky Barnes | 18+

You’ve recently joined Sam and Bucky’s new team. Sam advocated for you and managed to convince Bucky. But that doesn’t necessarily mean he likes you. In a training session everything boils over.

A/N: it took me so long to finish writing this I hope it’s good ajshajsb

CW: dom/switchy bucky, very minimal knife play, unprotected sex, cream pie, light choking, light spanking, hair pulling, oral sex (f & m receiving), fingering,

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It’s been three tedious months of trying to get on Bucky’s good side. I’m thankful for Sam always having my back but unfortunately it’s not very effective.

I can understand to some extent; the guy’s got trust issues, rightfully so. What I don’t understand is why he doesn’t even like me. I’m extremely likable.

I woke up today only to find that Sam had left to run some errands; I guess superheroes still need to buy groceries. So I’m left alone with Mr. I-have-a-stick-up my-ass. I’m in the kitchen, eating breakfast and he comes in looking groggy. He’s wearing a black tank top with grey sweatpants and the dog tags he never takes off.

He doesn’t even look my way as he walks towards the fridge to grab cereal and milk.

“Morning,” I say in an attempt to be nice.

He simply looks at me with half hooded eyes and goes back to what he was doing. I roll my eyes. I really do try yo be nice to him but he doesn’t make it easy for me. Sometimes I just wanna tell him to fuck off.

Then I remember the one thing I know he enjoys. “Train with me,” I say abruptly.

“No thanks”

“Please? You always say I have to get better. So help me get better.”

He sighs a tired sigh; I’m guessing he’s not in the mood to argue.

“Fine, today we do knives” he grumbled as he stood up to put away his dishes.

“Great!” I say sarcastically since I’m not very good with knives.

~~~

About an hour and a half into training both our bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat and I can’t help but notice how nice the shine looks on his skin, his big, toned arms, from his neck down to his collar bone.

He lunged forward with his knife, I dodge, I lunge, he dodges.

“That the best you got?” He taunts with his Brooklyn accent peaking through.

“I thought this was warm up” I grunt as I swing my knife over his head and my arm is met with his as he blocks my blow.

“Will you take this seriously kid?” we stop our movements, eyes locked in a stand off.

I hate it when he calls me kid. “Don’t call me that!” I lunge forward, my movements picking up the pace and I can actually see him struggle as I keep pushing forward.

But just as I get cocky and go for a kick he grabs my leg and flips me on the floor, he hovers over me. My back and head meet the padded floor with a hard blow and the air leaves my lungs. He holds his knife up against my throat.

“Just like that, you’re dead” he pants, I smell the faint traces of coffee in his breath. The edge of his dull knife feels cool on my skin, and his glistening face is just inches away from mine. And for a second a foreign expression lands on his face and I attempt to read it. His eyes are dark and his lips form a small grin.

Is he enjoying this? The victory or the fact that he has me pinned down with a knife to my throat? I’m not sure but what came over me next is another thing I can’t describe.

I lift my head up quickly to meet his lips with mine, pushing against the dull blade. We hold the kiss, both paralyzed almost. And just when I feel the grip on his knife loosen I take my chance.

With one hand I swiftly slap the knife out of his hand and it skids across the room. I then use the rest of my body to flip us over so that I’m on top of him.

I hold my knife to his throat and repeat his words, “Just like that, you’re dead”. I can’t help the proud smirk that creeps over my face and he just exhales, genuinely surprised. Something I don’t recognize has come over me, but I don’t mind it.

“What the hell was that, y/n?” he asks, still breathing heavily. Although he doesn’t sound like he’s bothered by it, just surprised.

I chuckle lightly, “Trying out new tactics”

“You plannin’ on usin’ that on other people?” his Brooklyn accent gets heavier. Suddenly his more serious tone turns into a teasing one; and I’m seeing a different side of him.

“That depends. Do you want me to just use it on you?” I slowly get closer and closer to his face.

He doesn’t reply.

I move over to his ear and say, “I thought you didn’t like me, Barnes”

“Oh I never said that” he sounds like he’s very intrigued by what might happen next.

“But you’re so mean to me” I move back over his lips and pout.

“You want me to be nice? I can be real nice” he says, trying to get closer to my lips but I inch away teasingly, his hands slither up my thighs with a painfully slow pace.

“Show me then” and so he desperately grabs my face and pulls me down and our lips clash once more. It’s like we pressed fast forward, there’s an urgency running through our bodies. I drop my knife so I can place my hands on his chest.

The kiss is hungry and sloppy. I run my hands up and down his chest and he groans into my mouth and mindlessly bucks his hips upwards.

“Greedy boy” I mumble into his mouth as I grind on his fully erect clothed cock and he inhales sharply.

“Say what you want, but you kissed me first” he pants in between kisses. He takes off my sports bra, which is all I had on my upper body, whilst I eagerly try to take off his shirt.

I press my body on him and he pulls me closer wrapping his arm around my waist; his metal arm that is, his human one is slithering under my loose shorts, pulling them up to expose my ass. He squeezes firmly which sends shivers through my core.

We’re skin to skin. Sweaty, sticky, euphoric.

He lifts us up, sitting me on his lap, and he immediately connects his mouth to one of my nipples. This makes me moan lewdly which in turn makes him smirk against my skin.

“That’s the only sound I wanna hear comin’ out of your mouth princess”

“Fuck off” I manage to breathe out which earns me another devilish grin.

He licks and sucks on my left nipple while cupping my right breast. His metal arm feels cold on my skin in comparison to his warm human one.

I drag my nails up his back and up his head, I close my fist and pull harshly on his hair making him roll his eyes back into his head and moan. I take a second to admire this sight, knowing that if my panties weren’t soaked before, they are now. I can’t help but smile.

“Who would’ve thought you liked to be dominated, James?” He moans again at my use of his real name.

“Say my name again baby”

“Do you also like to be chocked, James?” I gently place a hand on his neck and he whimpers.

That sweet sound sends electricity coursing through my whole body.

He digs his fingers into my hips and moves them back and forth on his bulge. He leans in my ear and his voice is coarse as he says, “Dominate me all you want baby, I’m still gonna fuck your pretty little pussy until your legs are shaking.”

Fuck. He’s really done it now. I never knew Bucky could talk so dirty but god am I glad I know now.

He lifts me off his lap and gets up on his knees. He takes off his pants and underwear to reveal—holy shit that’s huge.

“Suck me off princess”

I take his cock with one hand and slowly pump. “Okay, but I want you to eat me out while I do it” with a huge grin on my face.

He chuckles in what I assume is a mixture of amusement and slight disbelief at my boldness.

“Greedy girl”

I just nod my head looking up at him. He grabs my chin and lifts me up to kiss him while he pulls down my shorts and underwear. He breaks the kiss to assume position but not before giving my ass a slap.

He lays down and I get on top of him with his dick in my face and my cunt in his.

His tip is oozing with precum. I slowly lick around it, ever so slightly and I hear him groan. Almost as if in response he gives the inside of my folds a single, long lick; which makes me bite my lip to hold back a moan.

I wrap my lips around the tip of his beautiful cock and suck, gradually making my way down. He gets to work on me licking and sucking, making me moan with his dick inside my mouth. The vibrations making him moan into my pussy, and the cycle repeats.

He’s grabbing both my thighs with a strong grip as he absolutely devours me. The pleasure is so much I can barely concentrate on what I’m doing.

“That the best you got?” Bucky teases like he did before. Only before I didn’t have his cock in my mouth. I take it as a challenge.

I try to take in as much as I can, sucking and swirling my tongue, making it as sloppy as possible.

He finally stops eating me out to throw his head back and pant.

“Oh fuck” he whimpers.

“Baby if you keep that up I’m gonna cum in your mouth—shit—don’t you want me to fill you up?” His breathing gets heavier and he stumbles on his words.

I release his cock with a pop sound and move to get up but he holds me in place.

“I thought you said—”

“I never said anything about you princess” I can’t see his grin but I can hear it.

He goes back to what he was doing and I’m now sitting on his face. He goes back and forth from fucking me with his tongue and licking my clit; this drives me over the edge.

“Oh shit Bucky!” I exclaim as my orgasm begins coursing through my body. Like a cup of water being filled until it spills. But the cup stops being filled at the brim because just as I was about to cum he stops.

I immediately snap my eyes open and look back at him, confused.

“What are you doing?” I lift myself off of him and turn to face him.

He smirks, “I changed my mind. You’re not cummin’ yet”

“You motherfucker”

Bucky grabs me and makes us switch positions again, turning me over on my hands and knees, him getting behind me.

He grabs my now messy ponytail and pulls it with one hand, while the other is holding his dick. He teases my entrance with it, rubbing my clit slowly.

Groans of pleasure and annoyance escape my lips.

“What’s the matter sweetheart?” He says, and I know what he wants from me.

“Nothing,” I breathe out with my eyes closed, holding back the telling moans that would let him know I’m growing desperate.

“Are you sure? There’s nothing you wanna tell me?” I continues to run my clit with his tip and occasionally push against my entrance ever so slightly.

Two can play at that game. I start to move my hips against him, giving him a taste of his own medicine. I hear him stifle a moan.

Problem is this motion only increases my own pleasure. But I’m stubborn.

“What’s the matter baby? You doin’ alright?” I tease

He’s breathing heavily, “Yeah. I could do this all day”

I can’t help but chuckle at his choice of phrase. But the truth is I am growing impatient. The pleasure is just enough but not enough at the same time. It only makes me want more.

“I’ll say it this one time” I give in

“Go ahead baby. I’ll make sure it’s worth it”

I sigh, disappointed in myself for letting him win. “Please, fuck me”

He lets out a low, chilling chuckle and says, “Okay princess”

With that he starts to slowly insert himself inside of me, stretching me out and letting me adjust. He both gasp when he fully makes it in.

Still holding onto my hair, he places his other hand on my waist and begins to thrust.

“Oh my god” I moan out from the pleasurable pain that causes tears to form in my eyes.

He pushes me down so that my chest is on the floor and his thrusts intensify.

“That pretty little cunt feels so good. Do you like how my cock feels inside you?”

“Uh-huh” I nod.

“You want me to go harder?”

I nod again. Bucky yanks my hair.

“Harder!” I yell out. And he obliges.

He slightly picks up the speed and somehow goes deeper with each thrust. His balls slap against my clit as he repeatedly hits my g spot and I’m letting out some pornographic moans.

I look back when his groans start turning into whimpers to see his eyes are closed shut and his head is tilted back.

I decide to start rubbing my clit and when he notices he grabs my hand and says, “You’re such a brat. I’m fucking you and you want more?”

I smile and look back at him. And somehow his eyes get even darker.

“I am a brat, James. What are you gonna do about it?” I somehow manage to say as he’s plowing me.

“Brats like you need spanking” he looks into my eyes as he says this and I can’t help but moan in response.

He switches hands and grabs my hair with his metal arm now; so he doesn’t spank me with it. Meanwhile he hasn’t stopped thrusting.

And suddenly his hand smacks across my ass. I feel the sting immediately followed by rubbing. He does it again, and again, and again. My moans turn into cries with each hit.

At this point I’m nearing my orgasm and so is he. So he slithers his hand around and begins rubbing my clit. “Oh shit Bucky!” I cry out.

He leans forward and into my ear and says, “We’re gonna cum in 3…2…shit…1” and next thing I know my orgasm is coming down and I’m being filled by him with one final thrust.

He pulls out and my legs give out so I’m laying on the ground, panting, sweating, with cum oozing out of my pussy.

I feel him pull one ass cheek to the side to get a better view of his masterpiece.

He whistles, “What a view”

“Shut up” I chuckle, so does he.

Once he regains his strength Bucky runs to get me something to clean up. He comes back to find me in the same position, with a wet cloth. He gently cleans my entrance and helps me stand up; not surprisingly my legs are shaking.

“You look like a baby deer” he laughs at the sight of me.

I simply flip him off.

We get dressed and start walking out of the training room. He stops, grabs my arm and pulls me, turning me around and into his arms. He kisses me and we both breathe into the kiss.

“We should train one on one more often” he rests his forehead on mine while his arms are wrapped around my waist.

“Now you can’t get enough of me Barnes?”

“You kissed me first”

“You’re begging for more”

He smiles and goes in for another kiss.

“Ahh shit! About damn time!” we hear Sam yell from the door of the training room.

“Go away Sam!” Bucky yells back.

“I knew y’all were gonna do it eventually” Sam says as he walks off.

But he comes running back to add, “Wait y/n, is it big? Just between us girls”

Bucky starts to chase him yelling “I’m gonna kill you!” while Sam runs away laughing.

#ab writes #marvel mcu #mcu #bucky barnes #sam wilson #winter solider #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #dom bucky #enemies to lovers #bucky barnes enemies to lovers

[binniedeactivated]

txt reactions. || 👾 👾

during sex 💦

beomgyu --

he’s so switchy it’s crazy

one minute he’s underneath you moaning about how good you’re riding him and the next minute he’s pounding you

sex is wild and nasty with gyu

it always starts when he’s using his dialect to his advantage and whispering dirty shit in your ear

will talk about how much he wants to fuck you raw and hard, how he wants your pussy to be leaking with his cum by the time he’s finished with you

he will fuck you anywhere. huge exhibitionist. he literally doesn’t have any decency just as long as you guys have some sort of privacy

he’s always sending pics of his dick print

has a thing for short pleated skirts on you

or halter tops

always always always biting his lips during sex

king of boob sucking and nipple play he absolutely loves it

tit fucks you

his weakness is when you give him sloppy bj’s 

will bite his lips and whine with his fingers digging through your hair while you’re doing it

loves the way your eyes look while you’re sucking him off

will turn into a full sub if you tease him

will unconsciously jolt his hips up into your mouth and beg you to suck him the right way

his favorite subby word is “please”

will whimper “please” when the pleasure is getting too much for him to handle

he’s always down for a threesome because he loves getting his dick sucked by two people at once

loves seeing you get insanely jealous at how hard he’s fucking the other person

will always reassure his position in your life by fucking you twice as hard, stretching your waiting pussy and reminding you who you belong to

i’m sorry, but gyu is definitely the type to eat ass

and eat your pussy from the back

again I’M SORRY but he will

will make you arch your back while he clutches your ass cheeks and wade his tongue through your entire midsection

gyu is disrespectful he’ll spit all over it and lick all of it back off

will smack your ass and tell you to moan louder for him. he’ll groan while he’s eating you, knowing the vibration of his lips will make you pulsate harder

loves when you push back against his tongue

loves seeing the stringy goodness of your wetness mixed with his saliva

definitely the type to laugh or smirk a little at the vulnerable shit you say while he’s eating you

legs to the ceiling after he’s done tongue fucking you

and oh god, you don’t want gyu to push your legs to the ceiling

will drill the absolute HELL out of you in this position

forget about all morality 

and don’t you dare think about putting your legs down because he’ll pin them back up 

stuffs you and curses like a sailor while he’s doing it

loves seeing you cry a little at how good it feels

gives you the hardest best orgasms you’ve ever had in your life

no matter how wild and nasty gyu is during sex, he’s ultimately a sweetheart 

will wipe your tears and kiss your cheeks before preparing a warm bath for you afterwards

soobin --

can’t nobody tell me this man doesn’t have some sort of mommy kink

the subbiest of men

will do whatever you tell him to do

is shy to initiate things in public but all you have to do is smirk at him and make dirty jokes and he’s horny and blushing

moans in your mouth at just the feeling of how wet you are

will beg and unzip his pants if you don’t start fucking him fast enough

loves when you grab his hand and shove it in your panties when you two are already tongue kissing

loves girl on girl sex, will want you to have sex with another girl just so he can sit and stroke his dick at the sight of it

king of fingering and pussy eating and no one can tell me otherwise

his fingers would fill you so sufficiently deep you’d be cumming in seconds

suckling hickies into your skin while he’s finger fucking you at the highest speed

“please don’t cum yet please I want to feel you clenching around my tongue”.

not afraid of licking you through the thin fabric of your panties

holds your thighs at the sides of his head while lapping rapid fire up your clit before sucking it

always asks you if he’s doing it correctly even when your hips are practically stuttering on his mouth

loves when you call him a “good boy”

honestly you’d always have to tell soobin to take things slow, he’ll eat you so sloppy and good your cum would paint his lips in no time

sex with soobin is hot and romantic

loves holding your hands while eating you

loves using toys

will push a vibrator to your clit while his tongue is deep inside you

or will fuck you with a vibrating dildo while puppy licking your wet folds

he has a big ego when it comes to ruining you with his mouth and fingers but truth be told he can’t last long inside you after making your pussy so wet like that

will whine as soon as you slide down his dick

clutches your ass at the feeling of you clenching around him

will whimper for you to go slow because he doesn’t know if he can handle it

grunts lowly while clutching bruises into your waist

chest heaving with sweat

cries a little if he’s unable to cum inside you

no really--please let him cum inside you

face is always flushed and red when you two are through

he’s an absolute sleepy baby afterwards, very clingy and wants to lay on your chest

yeonjun --

 the only thing yeonjun switches between, is if he wants to be a soft or hard dom

you already know jun is in the mood when he pats his lap for you to sit on and clutches your thighs

junnie’s thigh riding sessions absolutely ruin you

loves feeling your wet pussy lips rut against his jeans

 loves hearing you whine in his ear while you cum in your panties

will stick his fingers in them just to taste you

loves booty pics, send him loads of them and he’ll get hard no matter where he is

dirty texts ALL THE TIME

sends videos of his veiny cock twitching in his boxer briefs

sex with jun is harsh and rough

king of face sitting and doggy style

if he’s in a hard dom mood he’s definitely bruising your thighs while you’re sitting on his face

makes you ride his tongue even if you can’t take it

has the type of shape lips that wraps around your clit perfectly

loves groaning about how good you taste

has an oral fixation so he’ll be eating you even after you cum is spilling down his face

legs trembling miserably but none of your side effects phase him he lives for it

can cum four times in one sitting with just his mouth alone

if he’s in a soft dom mood he’ll eat you rather sappy and slow

tongue kissing your sticky folds while rubbing your thighs lovingly

idc, this man loves thick thighs. i just get the feeling

groans about how much he loves you and how perfect your body is to him

extreme body worship while he’s eating you

it’s even worse when he’s in a soft dom mood because he eats you audaciously stagnant, prolonging your orgasms

doesn’t give you a resting period after your last orgasm

throat fucks you

manhandles you when he’s doggy-styling

loves the sight of your ass slapping against his skin dear god

be prepared for him to leave red hand prints all over it

sensitive to anything fashionably sexy, like skin tight dresses and lingerie

if it’s your panties he’ll push your panties to the side and pound the shit out of you

if it’s a dress he’ll knot it up with his hand and fuck you that way

broken headboards and dented walls

big fan of restriction

handcuffs your hands in front of you and makes you take everything hes giving you

not afraid to tie you to the bed either

sadist to some extent

loves hearing you beg and whimper

overstimulation to the m a x because he’s never satisfied

“just a few more baby”.

breeding kink, loves seeing your pussy filled with his cum

is the absolute hungriest boy after, will order you two some food and make you shower with him before it arrives

you’d have to pray to God that he doesn’t want a part two in the shower

#choi yeonjun #yeonjun #yeonjun smut #choi soobin #soobin #soobin smut #choi beomgyu #beomgyu #beomgyu smut #tomorrow by together #txt #txt imagines #txt smut

[bubblelixie]

ok so for some reason the fact that felix is a gamer turns me on so much.... so imagine making out on his gaming chair, you sitting on top of him and kinda taking the lead and then things start to get more and more heated 😳 ps: also imagine giving him a blowjob while he's playing games ahhh

OH MY GOD ANONNIE I FEEL THE EXACT SAME WAY GAMER FELIX IS JUST 🥴🥴🥴

there’s a video of felix playing league of legends (it’s on their insta somewhere) and it makes me USGGSGSGS 😩😩😩

i love writing little blurbs of all of ur guys’ asks especially cus i feel that it helps me improve on my writing skills so GAMER FELIX LESSSSGOOO

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.

so ok i just wanna put a bit of soft shit out there first but like imagine you’re feeling extra clingy so you’re all pouty while felix is gaming and he notices and he pouts at you, patting his lap to sit on it. you walk up to him and turn around facing the computer but he grabs your waist and turns you around so you’re facing him and you just let your legs hang off the side of his chair as you rest your head on his shoulder, hugging and holding onto him as he continues his games AWWWE i’m soft 🥺🥺🥺

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.

ANYWAYS ENOUGH OF THAT SOFT SHIT 😤

(i’m just kidding i love all of my softies,doms,and switchies, and anyone else reading YOURE ALL LOVED AND ACCEPTED IN THE HOUSE OF KC)

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.

alright so imagine felix was maybe possibly in a bad mood cus the two of you argued about something silly like a

“you dont give me enough attention, you’re gaming too much”

“i give you so much attention y/n, all i said was to just leave me in peace while i play jesus christ y/n”

anyway you still stayed in the room because although you were “arguing” you still wanted his attention lol and found it hot when your boyfriend was upset,seeing the veins running from his hands and up his arms made you want to see what they’d look like around your neck.

your boyfriend finished playing but he stayed on his gaming chair as he scrolled through his phone,veins still prominent and all. you each would quickly side eye each other every so often and you just couldn’t take it anymore, you got up and sat on his lap, you clothed core rubbing against his now hard cock causing both of you to moan a little. the two of you looked at each other before your lips crashed and your tongues swirled around each other’s mouths as his hands would just roam around your entire body.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.

finally onto switch!lixie 🥰🥰🥰

felix was gaming at his computer and you sat next to him, just wanting to watch his your boyfriend would “get kills” and other gaming terms you understood only a little bit since your boyfriend would tell you about them.

you sat next to him and you were bored, hearing the keys from his keyboard clicking slowly, then al of a sudden at the speed of light was tiring even though you weren’t even the one playing. you weren’t really aware of what you were doing but one thing led to another and your hand was down felix’s pants playing with his dick. it wasn’t until he started whimpering and grunting and hearing him say

“w-what the fuck are y-you doing y/n”

you just giggles and slid his sweatpants down more so that you had more access to his dick, he helped you slide his pants down so you knew he was alright with hit. you could see him bitting his lips in order to keep quiet.

“keep the mic on lixie”

you could hear him letting out breathy “fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou’s” out, him hoping that his fellow gamers would just think he was cussing someone out.

the boy is SENSITIVE very very sensitive so he came in like barely 5 minutes, i mean it was you touching him so that’s understandable ;)

with a “ah ah y/n ah-mm” he came A LOT on your hands and his lower stomach slightly getting some on the black shirt he was wearing.

“y’aknow guys i’m gonna have to get on with you guys another time alright”

felix shot a look at you as he helped you stand up from the chair next to his. he kissed your lips and leaned to your ear saying.

“you’re gonna get it y/n, and this time i’m making you wear the headset with. the. mic. on.”

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USHSGSGSY THANK YOU ANONNIE FOR ABSOLUTELY RUINING LIVES WITH THIS ONE 😩✋🏻

(btwwwww up next is hyunjin + dacryphilia)

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