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enha-stars · 3 months

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hi! can you write hc's about what enha would do on your 1 year anniversary? can be sfw or nsfw (or both) whichever you prefer!

✧ one year down, forever to go

pairing: enha hyung line x reader (fluff, smut)

summary: it’s your one year anniversary with your boyfriend, and he is so excited

warnings: fluff, kissing, sex, standards will be raised

a/n: tysm for this request! i love anniversaries so much. i just know all four of them would do the most

✧ heeseung;

all he’s been thinking about for the past four weeks is your one year anniversary; he’s excited and he’s nervous and he wants it to be perfect because you are

he spends hours deciding what he wants to do; how he wants to celebrate a year of love and happiness with you

eventually, he decides that the only way to spend your anniversary is to spend the whole day with you; he decides on three restaurants (breakfast, lunch, and dinner), he buys tickets to your favourite places, and he brings you back to all your first date places, reminiscing the beginning of a beautiful relationship

he doesn’t let you worry about a single thing, wanting you to have only the best time; so, when you ask him questions before the date, he plays them all off like he isn’t buzzing with excitement

the entire day, his body is somehow touching yours; his hand on your lower back or pinkies linked, he needs to touch you, and when his needs grows to be too much, he’s kissing you; slow and messy

once you both are back home, exhausted yet inexplicably happy, he lets you wash up before he sits you down on the bed and pulls out his final and favourite gift of the night; a promise ring that he designed during one of his late night gaming sessions

he watches your reaction carefully, eyes focused only on you as your lips part and your eyes glaze over, nothing but fondness in them as you look up at him

“i know it’s only been a year, but it’s been the best year of my life and i want to spend every year with you until we’re eaten by worms.”

he grins widely when you reach behind you and hand him a small box, a pink blush reaches his ears when he stares at the ring in the box, knowing he would only ever replace it with a wedding ring

and when he makes love to you that night, he does so slowly and sensually, making it all about you; he’s between your legs for hours before he even considers his own hard on, finding the most pleasure in pleasuring you, tongue against your core as he loses himself in his favourite meal

he doesn’t tease you, doesn’t ask for anything; only wanting to feel you around him as you suck him in; and he fills you up that night, a lovesick smile on his face as he watches himself spill out of you

✧ jay;

he’s been thinking about your anniversary for six months and begins planning everything three months before, wanting it all to be perfect

he has a few nights of panic when he realizes that nothing he wants to do seems enough; not for you, the love of his life

one night, after you’ve fallen asleep in his arms after you had a rocky day; he realized that the best way to celebrate your anniversary would be to spend it at home, alone and in the comfort of yourselves

a month before, he texts your friends and makes a plan with them; they’ll keep you preoccupied the day before your anniversary and when you come home that night, after midnight, he’ll be waiting for you with candles and rose petals littered everywhere

he watches you as you simply stare at him, a smile widening on your lips as he stares at it; so mesmerized that he promises himself to make you smile like that for the rest of your life

he's usually romantic, but he's pressed against you the entire night, making sure you feel incredibly loved and wanted, making sure that it was all about you

that night, he spends hours in you; making love to you like he had all the time in the world; kissing and biting your body as he wraps your legs around his shoulder, and pushes himself deep within you; wanting you to feel how much he loves you, reaching so far in you that it has you seeing stars

he's awake before you are, preparing your breakfast in bed and even when you waddle into the kitchen, he simply picks you up bridal style and brings you back to bed, wanting to eat with you while you're both comfortable

you both spend the entire day lost within each other; cuddling and talking, finding comfort within your barely clothed bodies as he makes sure to show and tell you how much he loves you, and how this anniversary is one of many

in the evening, after you both eat a delicious dinner that he doesn't let you help with, he gives you your final gift; a delicate necklace with the first letter of his name and at your awe, he shows you his, the first letter of your name hanging directly above his heart

"you know i love you, but i wanted to keep you close, as close as i can, because it belongs to you, only you. my heart, i mean. forever."

✧ jake;

he's nervous, has been for almost two weeks because he wants to buy you a house and a fridge and everything a house needs but he needs to be patient because it's only been one year; one out of many, but still one nonetheless

unknown to you, but he has spent a total of 76 hours on the internet trying to find the perfect way to celebrate your anniversary but he likes none of the options; because none of them scream YOU and HIM finally, in his dreams, a brilliant idea comes to him and he wakes up with a start, typing it all in his phone before he wraps his arms around you again and lets himself drift off, warm and content

the next morning, he calls his cousin that works in the amusement park you used to visit when you were a child and asks him for a huge favour, yelling out his thanks to the phone when everything goes smoothly

the morning of, he's all over you; making you breakfast in bed and kissing you softly, his heart about to burst out his chest in excitement and love

he sits you in his car and drives you to the secret location, hand on your thigh as you try and ask him questions, words dying on your lips as you see the familiar roads and signs again, smashing your lips against his when you realize he rented out the whole place for you

he grins at you with wide, heart eyes as he follows you like a lost puppy, taking all the rides you want and playing all the games you glance at; he takes pictures of you on the mary-go-round and wins you all the stuff animals

at the sound of your laugher, uncontrollable and loud, he pats his chest a few times; willing his heart to calm down, but it begins to beat rapidly when he gifts you a bracelet at the top of the ferris wheel, small charms of your favourite items and hobbies dangling from it

unknown to him, you pull out a bracelet and hand it to him, the same goofy smile on your lips that he supported as he gently slips on the bracelet, kissing the small heart that was looped through it

emotions high and arousal deep, the car ride back is quiet and filled with nothing but delight, his thumb rubbing circles on your inner thigh as you play with your bracelet, completely in love with it

that night, when he kisses you deeply, he whispers his quiet promises to you, needing you to understand that his entire being was yours, that although it had only been a year, he knew where he belonged and it was with you

when he makes love to you, he spends majority of the night buried between your legs, his tongue and fingers finding home before they move up and down your body, obsessed with the taste of your skin

he lays beside you, holding you tight to his chest as he pushes himself deep within you, mumbling small praises, and when you let go, so does he, and he continues rocking his hips, the images of a house with you flashing through his mind

✧ sunghoon;

he likes to think he's very nonchalant about most things but he has been freaking out for a week; having been so nervous and excited that he pushed everything till last minute, the fear of not doing something spectacular had crawled up his chest

a few days before your anniversary, as you nap in his laps, he realizes that he feels incredibly safe with you; knowing that he had found his person and that he wanted to share everything with you

quietly, he pulls out his phone and texts his old coach, asking him a huge favour; he plans everything in that single hour, his hand rubbing up and down on your stomach as you sleep peacefully, unaware of his plans

the day of, he wakes you up by pressing soft kisses to your body, pressing his tongue in the crevices of your body, smiling when you guide him between your legs, a soft smile on your face as he smiles at you before kissing you right where you needed him

you both make breakfast in the kitchen side by side, laughing and bumping hips as you eat, standing across each other; not wanting to disrupt the peaceful atmosphere that had been created

with bright, mischievous eyes, he picks out warm clothes for you and then drives you both to the ice rink, laughing as your eyes light up in excitement; having been deprived of his skills due to his shyness and fears

he smiles at you with nothing but tenderness as he laces up your skates, gently guiding you onto the empty ice, having booked the entire rink just for you both, wanting to let you in completely

you laugh and smile as he holds you, skating around the rink with ease as he shows you different tricks and shows you a part of him he had kept hidden away; your heart feels full and his heart feels fuller, softness leaking through his skin

“i really really do love you, you know? i feel the safest here, with you in my arms as you cling onto me”

he takes you on an evening walk, hands linked together as he guides you through the park, his smile widening each time you find a small gift he had hidden in the grass earlier

when you push him against a tree at kiss him messily, he concludes that he would willingly do anything you wanted him to do as long as you kisses him like this, for years and years to come

that night, he pushes you up against a wall and sinks to his knees, his nose trailing from your stomach down your legs; he lifts you right leg and rests it on his shoulder before he clasps a beautiful anklet around it, his name grazing his cheek

he pushes your legs up to his shoulders as he makes love to you, obsessed with the sight of the anklet on your ankle; the sight alone is enough for him to beg you to let him fill you up, the need of feeling everything around him too strong

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maeby-cursed · 2 months

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➴ OH, STUPID CUPID ! ♡

✧ a/n: happy valentine's, dear angels ! ♡

Toji Fushiguro doesn’t believe in Valentine’s Day.

Why would he, after all? It’s merely a capitalist ploy to keep the consumerism engines turning. You can disguise greed in glittery pink polish and white chocolate bonbons but at its core, it won't change its nature.

And so, he spends St. Valentine’s like he would any other day; gets up at dawn, works until his hands are peeled and his back aches and gets home to eat whatever he has left over.

It’s a good routine, the most stable one he’s found for himself in years.

He can't recall a time where the fourteenth of February meant anything at all.

(Except for that one year that it had.)

But he won't think of withered flowers or laughing kisses or other sweets that have since rotten in his memory. A woman, a child, an apartment downtown.

That is all long gone now. The apartment downtown had gotten expensive, and the child had grown older. The woman had gone long ago and there were no more flowers or kisses or laughter.

It’s all capitalism, it’s all vapid and stupid and childish.

So, Toji Fushiguro doesn’t believe in Valentine’s Day. That is until you come along, knocking on his workshop’s door.

You’re obviously lost, mumbling an inquiry about how much you could get for selling a motorbike you keep referring to as "an old piece of garbage".

He can't help but snicker at your wording, a little chuckle that grows into a full chest laugh when he sees what you’ve dragged to his shop. It’s painfully obvious that this thing isn’t yours.

You keep holding the handlebars with careful hands, sparing few disgusted glances to the vehicle, as if its mere existence wounded you.

He asks how long you’ve had it, and where you got it, and how much you’d like to get.

You answer back curtly: two years, your ex, nothing as long as you get rid of it.

You seem annoyed just by having to be there and for some unexplainable reason this amuses him to no end. Maybe being surrounded by car engines in a small workshop with no windows is starting to affect him.

“I’ll take it.”

You raise your gaze from the dusty headlight, shocked by his offer.

“You will?”

“Sure thing. You don’t want it, I could use some new parts, I’ll just scrap it.”

You let out a sigh, relieved, and all the tension dissipates from your shoulders.

“Oh, that… well, that would be great! Thank you.”

Your smile makes him stop in his tracks. Pretty and warm and familiar – something dangerous. His head travels back.

After a second that lasts forever, he acknowledges what you've said, grunting as his only response and getting back to the store with you in tow.

“Could I leave it with you now or…?"

“Bring it back next week, I don’t really have a place to put it right now, y’know?”

You look around the place. It’s full of buckets of paint and car parts, no decor but stacks upon stacks of metallic shelves full of objects you can’t recognize. You chuckle awkwardly, seemingly in a better mood after the compromise you've arranged.

“Right, uhm… Actually, I'm not here next week, could I come back tomorrow?”

Toji turns back to stare at you, and for the first time, really sees you. You look young, probably in your mid-twenties, of bright eyes and shiny hair, and that pretty smile that keeps fluttering over your lips.

He hasn’t done this in a long time… But maybe…

“I close at 10pm today, why don’t you come back then?” he says, closing his fists to stop them from sweating.

Your wondering eyes freeze on him then, and your lips part slightly. He just can't stop staring.

“But it’s Valentine’s Day. Don’t you have any plans?” you ask, shyly.

“I don’t believe in that crap.”

Shit. That wasn’t supposed to come out like that.

“Oh,” you whisper. You're still grinning up at him, but your expression has lost its warmth, instead replaced by a polite awkwardness and doubtful gaze, and now he's kicking himself in his head.

“Sorry, did that bother you?” he asks, hiding his guilt with a smirk.

“No, not at all!" You laugh, playing with your hands. "I… just, I don’t mind it, I guess.

"I know it's not even a real holiday and that it's merely a product of capitalism, and that it’s all about sales and consumerism and all of that, but… I find it nice, you know? Having a day to be with the people you love…" You look around his shop once, before giving him a shy stare. "It’s sappy, I know.” You end with a shrug, your ears flushed.

Toji doesn’t say anything for a minute, he just breathes and takes it in.

Oh, he’s grown bitter, hasn’t he? Old and sour.

His son is out there right now buying flowers with his friends, his coworker is on a date at a fancy place, his one and only friend is buying chocolates for his wife… And he’s here at 5pm, with his hands dirty and his neck sweaty and the prettiest woman he’s seen in a long time in front of him, with no plans for tonight and a lovely smile hidden by a familiar sort of nervousness.

What is wrong with him? Is he truly that fucking stubborn? Can't he deal with a bit of pink?

He’ll admit that he's never minded the chocolates and the roses – even if they aren’t his favorite – and that he always laughs at the cherubs and the cheesy postcards. Of course, he won't talk about how he still hums old 50s songs while he works or how he indulges in a bit of dessert when February rolls around, though.

But he knows. He's always known.

So, maybe it’s not all about the money. Maybe it’s more about being accompanied for once since he was twenty three and alone. Maybe it’s more about taking a shot at getting something good back.

Maybe it's not all capitalism, not all vapid and stupid and childish.

“Yeah… I guess it’s not all that bad.”

“I do like it… sometimes,” you finish, as if completing his train of thought. This hasn't happened to him in a long time. "I’ll be back tonight then…?”

He recovers quickly, smirking briefly before turning to clean his hands with a rag.

“Sure, at 10pm," he says, over his shoulder.

You laugh, cheerful once more, and begin walking to the door.

“It’s a date!”

And, God, he really hopes it can be, if only because it’s Valentine’s Day.

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elliesstrapon · 6 months

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Swan princess

!Asshole Ellie Williams x Princess Reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

✧˚ · . Summary: Your parents had you to be wedded by the time you each turned 20, they had you meet every summer until then, but you just couldn't stand her.

✧˚ · . Warnings: Ellie is a douch bag, rough sex, enemies to lovers, slow burn, erranged marriage, drinking, swearing, oral, over stimulation, eventual genuine wedding, Soulmates, Ellie hates you up until your both adults, major flashback, readers bipolar but i feel like this was me projecting, sorry 😭, NOT proofread.

I need all you to know this is pretty fucking long, feel free to take your time or skip <3

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Your first summer out of the castle when you'd turned 5. Your father held onto your hand reassuringly, pointing out at all the wonderful things you had yet to experience. His words you so vividly remembered along the lines of, "one day, this will all be yours to take care of" so sadly, the frown on his face one of the worst parts from those core memories. The rays of light hit your pearl pink dress, the sparkles shifting as you rode on the horse through what now had been the forest. "Papa, where are we going?" Your head turned back up to look at him, a cheerful smile upon your lips, your teeth crooked and white. "We, my dear daughter, are going to meet the one you shall marry one day." His eyes focused on the muddy path way, as you held onto your perfect dress so tightly in fear of it getting ruined by nature's mishaps. The memory had stopped, where what begun was the hatred between you and Ellie Williams.

For you remembered the look on her face when she'd met you. Your father pushed you towards the tall man with the girl behind him, urging you to say hello. The man'd done the same, an overjoyed toothy grin flashing on his face. "Who might this lovely young lady be?" Your dad inquired, just as happy as the man infront of you, "young princess Ellie, no doubt " He urged you again. You furrowed your brows at him angrily, taking the slightest step forward to the taller little girl who stood infront of you. "I'm Y/n" You gritted through your teeth, biting your bottom lip upsettingly, curtseying at everyone disposal. "It's a pleasure to meet you." You finished, a fake smile plastered on your face, pleading eyes for your father to take you back home. Ellie eyed you disgustingly, uninterested rolling her eyes back, the taller man pushing her forward closer. "Go on" he said angrily. "Joel!" She yelped. "Ellie." He eyed her. She scoffed, her attitude already unbearable. "It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.. Princess Y/n.... Ellie" she said poorly, introducing herself, her pinky finger digging in her ear, eyeing at it like it was all she had left to do. She turned back before the man flipped her around, roughly shoving her closer, his patience limited now. She sighed, going back to grab your hand, gently, something you hadn't expected from her insignificantly terrible mannerisms, her finger tips soft, she kissed the back of your hand, your heart had fluttered, from what you remembered, only for a slight second before she pulled away, sticking her tongue out and wiping her mouth, "Ugh, gross!" She cried. You rolled your eyes, the moment of whatever romance that'd be destined to start, passing like the speed of light.

The two of you stood there, your father's smiling at the "perfect match." all you could think about was how unpleasant she was, how she wouldn't understand you, how you absolutely despised her existence. The summer growing to be what you thought was the worst of your life span, the constant bickering and her heavy insults. You ran through the halls of her castle. Joel and your father having not understood nor notice the two of you constantly at eachothers throats. Your dress getting caught in the doors, and tripping over your slippers when she'd attacked you. "You're such a goody-two shoes!" She argued, your cheeks burning red from the running. "Shut it, Ellie" you spit at her. Your dress torn at the hem and your pink slippers stained with shoe marks on them from tripping over your feet. The rest of the summer lasted the exact same, every little thing she said annoying you, and every action you took, she wanted to intervene.

Soon enough more winters and summers went by before you were 12, hiding at the top of the tower, in your room dreading this summer. "Y/n! We can't keep Princess Ellie waiting any longer!" Your father called from the carriage at the bottom of the castle. "Ugh, please, she's barley even a princess!" You shouted angrily, eyeing him from the window, your hair tied into a braid and your nightgown hadn't changed. "I haven't even washed my hair nor changed"you gestured to your hair and clothes. "Gives you all the more reason to hurry" you heard the grin in his voice, causing you to smile the slightest. You redid your braid, finishing it off with a blue ribbon at the end, and quickly slipping on one of you're too many owned dresses. You pranced through the long historic hallways, waving small goodbyes to the servants who'd helped around the castle, leaving out the door to the garden. "Are you ready to leave?" Your father asked. "Yes" you sighed sadly, having to see Ellie again making you feel as if the world were ending. "I don't get why you dislike her so much, she's really such a lovely young lady." He frowned, entering the carriage with you. "Sure, if lovelys the word you wanna use." You groaned, "half the time the only thing she's doing is jumping at me every chance she gets to make my life horrible." Your dad smiled at you, saying you were over doing it. The ride to the neighboring kingdom was joyful, the sound of your laughter echoing through the windows. Once you'd arrived, you'd seen Ellie once more, no better than the previous summers, still as horrid as you remembered. "Hello, princess" she rolled her eyes, whispering into the ear of another girl beside her, it so clearly about you. "Princess Ellie." You gritted. "And who's this?" Your father smiled, Ellie's attitude being replaced with the innocent act she'd always put up to make you seem as if the bad guy. "This, is the friend I made last winter" she grinned. "Dina" she introduced her. You nervously waved at her, not earning much in return but a dirty look from Ellie, you clutched your dress, suddenly feeling very self conscious. "Well, what're we waitin' for? Les go!" Joel said with his thick accent, following him back to the all too familiar grand castle, lifting your dress as you walked over the muddy ground. You followed Ellie around the rest of the day, the two girls continuesly looking back at you as you acted like a dog, scolded if you sat out in the permanent room you had here during the summer. The sun reflected your shadows ever so often, "does she have to follow us around?" Dina turned around suddenly, weirdly annoyed with your presence, her red dress swaying with her hips as she turned. Ellie looked back, her ill-fitted dress steady as her shoes stepped on the hems. Tearing it like colored paper. "I wish she didn't, it's a shame I have to marry her" she said angrily, grabbing Dina's hand, pulling her along to show her the tree house that was supposedly in the field behind the castle, whispering about it as if you couldn't hear them.

You followed them to the tree house, far behind, you almost didn't wanna go into the tree house, till you saw it, it hadn't been there last summer. You ran softly on the grass, attempting to catch up to the girls, finally getting to the ladder, it began to float up, realizing the girl with a dark haired messy ponytail was pulling it up. She darted her eyes at you. "Snowflakes aren't allowed up in this treehouse" she said distinctively. "Oh, fuck you!" You yelled. Giving them the finger you walked off annoyed. "What's her problem?" Dina raised her brow at Ellie, "Dunno, she's like short tempered or whatever" Ellie chuckled, watching you storm off.

When you turned 17, you had your first royal ball, "Ellie!" You called, walking to her room at the very end of the hallway on the very last floor of the castle, you turned the door knob, opening the door aggressively to see her in her loose dress as it'd always been, practicing her archery on an ill drawing of you from when you were 10. "Oh, real mature" you said angrily. "Yeah whatever." She stuck her tongue out at you, you walked towards the target of you, your blue and fancy ruffley dress following closely behind you as your heels clicked hollowly against the old floors of the castle. Your hair effortlessly soft. You ripped it off the wall. "Hey!! What the hell's your problem?!" She spat. "You're a fucking child is my problem." You rolled your eyes tearing it. "What do you even want?" She got up angrily. "The ball" you muttered. "That's tonight?" She gasped. "Yes, everyone knew that" you fixed the straps of her dress unconciously, her breath hitched, suddenly flinching your hand away "get out, I'll fix it myself, I wasn't even gonna wear this" she muttered. "Jeez fine, the one time I try being nice and all you ever do is be a total douche." You outed the room, flattening the lacey blue ruffles of your dress, adjusting your gold heart shaped locket and your finished hair. You walked down the hall once more, waiting for your fiance to open her eyes and act like the princess she really was whether she liked it or not. You found yourself at the entrance of the castle, a strongly built woman guarding the gate. "Strong arms, huh?" You smirked up at her, her face flushing, "Princess." She averted her eyes, meanwhile Ellie watching from afar with Dina. "God she's always flirting with those damned guards" she huffed, the giggling of you and the guard filling the room. "Why care so much? What, you like her?" Dina said, brushing the lose strands of hair from her face. "God no" she said annoyed, fixing her new suit. "Sure seems like it" Dina scoffed. "She can flirt with who she wants" Dina defended you. "Whatever" you turned to see the girls eyeing you warily for you had no clue as to why. You brushed your hand off the guards arm, kissing her cheek. "Guys let's go, we'll be late." You waved your arm at them, calling them over as they obeyed. "Alright Papa! We can go" you shouted to the topless carriage outside. "Perfect, darling!" He smiled, patiently waiting, you carefully lifted your dress running to the cart. Leaving Ellie behind. "You like her" Dina teased. "Oh fuck off, I've hated that ‘ Little Ms. Perfect ’ since I was 5, thats not about to change now just because she went from some annoying ugly duckling to a fucking goddess...or.. whatever." Dina chuckled, "like a swan?" She pressed. "Yeah whatever you wanna call it." She walked to the cart quickly behind you now to catch up, smiling at your father. "Took you long enough" you said. "Shut up" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "We're already to leave!" Your dad called to the people in front, controlling the horses.

You drove up to your palace, the towns people, hundreds, of them cheerfully smiling, waving, throwing flowers from their own gardens, you couldn't help but flash a toothy smile, waving back and holding the hands of the little children being held upon shoulders of their parents, a few sending weird stares at you as Ellie stuck up her two fingers behind your head, mocking you, making some of the kids laugh. "Hey!" You turned, arms over your chest, "will you quit it?! God your frustrating" you sighed, melting back into the leather seats of the carriage.

Soon you'd pulled up at the gates of your castle, the horses in the stable causing a racket, and the ball gowns visible from the windows you'd seen from outside. The dim lights romantic, Ellie exited the carriage after your father, Joel waiting for Ellie to turn and help you down, she ran her hands through her hair annoyedly, grabbing your hand gently helping you down. Your heart fluttering the same the day you'd met when she kissed your hand, despite the hatred you had towards her, your locket glistened under the moon light, and the pins in your hair reflecting the moon itself. "Thank you, but I could've done it myself" you pushed her hand away. Walking alone to the entrance, walking in as the guards at the door opened it for you, you winked at them, the beads of sweat rolling down their heads. "Such a beautiful young women she's becoming" Joel smiled, Ellie turning her head from your direction, the poof of your dress following the move of your hips. "Indeed she is" your dad agreed.

As you entered the ball room, royal families you'd thought close to you came to greet you, compliments being thrown from every direction, the colours of the gowns bright and warming. "So... you and Ellie, huh?" A girl in green said. "Not as charming as everyone thinks" you rolled your eyes. "She's absolutely horrid." Your hands rested in your hips, suddenly warm breath tickling your neck. "Horrid my ass," she came from behind you, aggressively whispering in your ear her complaints. "Attitude problems I tell ya' " she pushed you aside gently. "You would think someone as pretty as her has a pretty personality too, but wasn't raised right... clearly " she sheepishly smiled at you. Your hands fisting the fabric of your dress in the palm of your hand as the girls gawked at her disrespect towards you, throwing shame at your name. "Fuck you" you mouthed to her, walking away annoyed.

You found yourself flirting with the princesses of every country, each one of them better than the last much like the last glass of wine you drank unsupervised. The shawl on your shoulders slipping off, the freckles and goosebumps appearing so clearly. "Look.. I'd give anything to sleep with you, but aren't you betrothed to her excellency, Ellie?" The girl respectfully asked concerned. "Who cares, everyone knows it won't work out." You grabbed her slim waist, suddenly your father tapping your shoulder. "The slow dance, dear." He grabbed your available hand, you measly let go of the girls pink dress, a look of dismay on her face. You internally yelling inside your head at the thought of marrying this woman. Your dad helped you your way to Ellie, her tall muscular build in the center of the room, standing there dreading your hands on her body. "Now don't make a scene, be professional" your dad warned, placing your hand upon Ellies shoulder, taking the empty wine glass from you, "fine... god" you looked up at Ellie, her gaze away from yours as her hands slid down to your waist, holding you firmly. Your hands only placed hesitantly on her padded shoulders.

"Sorry" she apologized, moving her hands gesturing she didn't mean to be weird. "Ellie Williams, THE Ellie Williams apologizing" you teased, her look still distant "would you look at me? No one'll believe your poor excuse of whatever the hell this is" you complained, your hand cupping her cheek, pulling her face to look at you as the band played a soft spoken song. "This is shit" she whispered. "Yeah, well they're all watching, so shut up and pretend you love me for the next annoyingly long 3 minutes of our dumb lives" you said, moving your feet slowly with hers in sync. She looked into your eyes, you realizing just how vivid her green eyes were, suddenly just noticing all the small details of her face, like the mole under her eye, or the scar on her eyebrow, even how uneven her side part was, you almost laughed in her face.

You upside down smiled, cheekily looking away, "what now" she asked, her brows furrowing. "Nothing, nothing" you waved your hand dismissively. "Yeah whatever" softly laughing along with you, not helping herself. For a short period her hands on your hips sent butterflies surging through your stomach, her breath upon your forehead giving you goose bumps as you twirled and spun around the room, your dress swinging satisfyingly as you forgot the crowd of people around you. "You know, your presence currently is... slightly more tolerable than usual." You whispered, "That so true, now?" She widened her eyes, spinning you into a dip on the slow and steady beat of the song. "Surprisingly." You giggled, admiring the equivalent of stars splattered across her scab cut face from training, your heart increasing every so slightly. You almost felt yourself falling for her like a fool. "If you weren't such a massive whore and flirt to every girl you met I might've actually been in love with you by n—"

"Excuse me?" You interrupted her. Angrily, stepping on her foot. "Ow— what the fuck?" She yelped. "'No what the fuck'd you just call me?" You let go of her immediately. The gaze of people returning to just you. "Well I'm not wrong." She admitted honestly. "Oh yeah— as if you don't do the same, Ellie!" You cried, pushing her away, almost tripping over your dress. "Why do you always do this?! What's your fucking issue? Can you not act like a decent human being for once?" You rolled your eyes, crossing your hands over your chest as she stared at you almost fearfully. "The only reason you're fucking dance with me is because if you didn't we'd both get shit for it! To think I almost fell for that shitty act of yours." Your eyes started to swell up with tears glistening in the light threatening to spill. "No fucking shit! Why'd I like you if you're always being like this?"

You scoffed, "Fuck you, Ellie." You pulled your laced shawl back up your shoulders, holding it firmly as you ran to your room.

That night you watched Ellie shamefully leave in her fathers carriage, Dina beside her worriedly holding her hand in attempt to relax her, a frown on your face as you'd waved goodbye, you entered inside, your father calmly rubbing your back. "I want to break off the engagement." You said sternly. "But—"

"No!" You bursted, the tears rolling down your cheek onto your already tear stained ball gown. "I don't care about out legacy— we'll get someone else to take over, I refuse to wed her. Do you not understand the severity of what she said to me, father?!" You cupped your mouth, muffling the sobs, your breaths quick and weak.

"At least just give it another year, my love, please consider" your father frowned, the wrinkles on his face increasing by the years. "Love has it's ups and downs, this is bound to happen through your marriage" he tried to reason. "Not when you refuse to do what it takes to fix it." You wiped your nose. Your cheeks red and your eyes puffy. "I'll give it another summer" you reckoned, "but one more slip up of hers and I'm done for." You darted your eyes, your tone serious.

"Very well, my dear" he hugged you, whispering a low "I love you"

"I love you too" you hugged him back, holding back the frustration tears.

You wanted to lose your mind atleast a hundred and fifty times before meeting Ellie again. The dreaded summer you'd not been waiting for, not by a long shot. Your father repeatedly thanked you, the carriage dropping you at the front gate of the castle with your dad. Joel standing smiling at you, Ellie up in the castle possibly spying on your every move, and if she was, you wouldn't have been surprised. "I'm really, really sorry for the way things endin' " he apologized, hugging you closely. "Don't worry Joel, it was a misunderstanding.. You know.. like Papa says.." you chuckled, the stupidity of last year's events getting to your head. You stepped foot inside the castle, barley missing anything about it but the guards. "Ellies up inner' room if you wanna go.. y'know" he pointed to the grand staircase. Your father gave you the look, where you didn't have to go, but if you didn't, the disappointment would be unbearable.

You went up the steps to the last floor, out of breath your 2 inch heels making you wobble, you found yourself hesitating at the door, unable to turn the knob before you heard the sound of suckling, heavy breaths, and deep sighs, you almost felt you were about to throw up. The anger boiling inside you, you could've just left, slept it out, or argued with her, tiring her out instead. You aggressively pushed open the door, nearly breaking your nails, the sight of a woman on top of Ellie, her nightgown barley even worn on her body anymore and the soft fingers of Ellie's you'd felt one too many times on your body for your comfort on the girls hips. "This just keeps getting worse and worse, doesn't it?!" You exclaimed angrily. "Fuck." Ellie sighed, her eyes wide as the woman got off top of her, adjusting her lingerie before rushing out clumsily. "What the fuck do you want?" She got up, sitting straight, all left of her, her loose strapped bra. "What do I want?" You mimicked her, suddenly stomping towards a pair of clothes, throwing at her almost bare chest, you grabbed her as she finished clothing, gripping her forearm tightly, you dragged her downstairs, the sound of your loose dress waving in the air and your breaths heavy, you stopped at 2 of the 3 dining rooms until you found your father. "I'm out!" You complained. "I refuse to marry her, I'm done." Your tiara crooked off the top of your head, Ellie gave you a dirty look. Pushing you off of her. "But —" you continued. "I'm not going to marry someone who doesn't love me" you hallored. Throwing her an angry and disapproved look. "I want to leave, and I never want to see her face again unless it's news of whoever she's betrothed to next cause they're in for a rude awakening." You insulted. Not a word escaping her lips, but a few gasps from Joel. His heart along with your father's crumbling to the ground like a shattered plate. "I'm sorry Papa, but I can't." You sighed. "I'd like a carriage to bring us home as early as possible, we have important decisions to make, I'd rather be in the comfort of our castle rather than a scums." You walked to your room. Packing the things you'd left during the winters for the summer, all of it coming to an end. It almost made you upset, you were overjoyed, yet angry, at how you almost fell for her, if she hadn't said what she did that day at the ball, you would've sworn you'd forgotten the rotten history of your past.

The next morning you left, concluding the last time you had seen Princess, Ellie Williams, your ex fiance.

You hadn't seen Ellie in two years, and if you were being honest, your life had become healthier. It was like it'd always been but without the stress of Ellie constantly making your life a living hell, you'd been in a few relationships, none of them lasting and neither one of them being ‘the one’, you picked up on your hobbies, helped your father around the town, rebuilding the castle and re-doing your room, and at the very best making friends of your own.

"Princess" the guards entered the dining room as you read a book, munching on freshly picked strawberries from the garden out back. "Yes?" You smiled, turning your head to look at her. "One of your friends are here, requesting to see you" the guard said. "Oh thank you, tell her I'll be there in a second" you stood up, patting your pink dress of the strawberry seeds, closing your book. "Very well, your excellency" the gaurd rushed away, leaving you adjusting you hair before walking through the halls rapidly to see your bestfriend.

"y/n!" She shouted, waving at you, her pale dress falling beneath her ankles and her cardigan slipping off her shoulders. "Elisa!" Your lips growing into a grin, "I didn't know you were coming!" You ran towards her, engulfing her in a well needed hug, "you didn't get my letter?" She giggled. "Goodness, no." Your arms fell from her waist, playing with her hair. "What a surprise!" You squealed. "No! The surprise is what I have to tell you!" She grabbed your wrists, her smile wide. "I just had to tell you in person!" She said. "Must be important, huh?" You said, pulling her inside the castle, your dresses meshing against eachother. "What is it?" You asked, taking her out to the garden. "Well.." she began, you took your seats at the small table centered with a bouquet of lilies. "The neighboring kingdom.." she began, your heart skipping the beat at the sound of it. "Y'know.. King Joel, princess Ellie.." you scoffed. "Some princess" you rolled your eyes. "No, but, listen!" Elisa waved her hands, "they're hosting a ball, every royal, andd towns people invited she exclaimed excitingly, her, herself just a wealthy towns person. "Oh, goodness," you paused, "in what honor?" You asked curiously, "Princess Ellie hasn't found someone to marry yet, Kind Joel's saying there hasn't been one perfect match since.." she trailed off. "Not surprised." You tucked your hair behind your ear. "What's it to do with me, though?"

"wanna come as my plus one? Just for fun! Of course" she asked overjoyed. "Elisa.. I don't know.. you know how things ended—" you said, resting your head on your hand. "Please! We'll stay away from her at all costs." She begged you. You pondered over the decision, looking for reasons you should and shouldn't be going before deciding it might've been fun. "Fine!" You said warmly, "but if anything goes wrong.."

"I know!" She smiled. "Alright," you agreed "it's tomorrow night, you might want to get ready" she said, getting up quickly. "Now I've got to go get prepped. I'll see you tomorrow?" She pushed in her chair. "Sure will, need me to see you out?" You asked. "Nope, all good, I've been here so many times I know the hallway like the back of my hand...... Sort of" she waved you off as a guard took her away. You stared into the distance, watching the geese and doves fly profusely over the sunset, suddenly feeling like going for a late night walk in the woods outside the town.

You found your way around the castle to your father, asking him for a dress fitting early tomorrow. Afterwards going onto put a long warm coat, white fluff fulfilments along the rim of the sleeves and hoodie, a moon stone as the button that clipped at the top. The coat itself a heavenly blue. You'd left the castle, quietly walking through the town, street lights flickering and the youngest little children running around in packs as their parents watched over them, curstying after you.

You watched the constellations ever so brightly in the sky, everyone of them dusted across the midnight blue, the sparkles of them vividly reminding you of Ellie's freckles, you subconsciously counted them the summers you met her. It made you sick. Moreso the thought of having to see her again rather than counting the freckles new every year. In some ways, you felt crushed by how you so easily could've moved on from the one you were ‘destined’ to marry, break it off, and still not have found love. It was like a curse, thinking of how in every universe, you hated her guts.

You're gaze softened at the lake you'd come to just through the forest , 2 swans tangled in eachothers embrace, their feathers white as snow, a heart lazily untangling as they swam side by side, neither one of them moving further apart than 3 inches from eachother. You sighed. Looking at the locket you'd owned since 15, it heart shaped, a swan engraved on it. "Oh how I love swans" you whispered. You made your way up to the castle a little more than an hour later, the moon fully above, it reflecting off of windows you stepped by.

Once you woke up in the morning, you'd gotten your dress fitting done, choosing a baby blue ball gown, the sleeves falling elegantly off the shoulders, lace and jewels falling across the corset of the dress, pearl necklaces to go with the locket you held so dearly, and glittery high heels. You'd gotten your hair done not far long after, your white and silky house coat sliding against your hair softly, the maid had put your hair in a half up-half down look, strands of hair still lazy left out, framing the shape of your face precisely the way you had liked it, she finished it off with a jeweled tiara matching your gown.

The day'd passed the sunset almost upon you, as you looked into the vanity in your room, your heart beating fast as you slipped on your gown, you maid behind you tightening your corset, tieing elegant bows, you adjusted your sleeves, "Miss, are you alright?" The maid asked, concern in her voice as she massaged your shoulders, watching as your gaze became saddened and saddened the more time went on. "Oh, no I'm fine.. Please, tell the guards to tell Elisa that I'll be down as soon as possible when she gets here." The maid left the room, you put on cherry red lipstick, focusing so quickly on making it perfect, you watched your lips move around blending it out to be softer. "I can't believe I'm doing this" you groaned, slipping on your heels gently, walking out to see Elisa in a bright pink dress, a boa slinking off her shoulders the radiant white fluff falling across her chest, diamonds hanging from her neck and ears. Her hair in a clean bun. "You ready to go?" She said, grabbing your arm as you walked up to her. "You look beautiful" you smiled. Dismissing the question. "Thank you" she blushed. "I was hoping I'd meet someone there tonight, it means a lot you think that" "no of course, I get it" you rubbed her arm with your thumb, circling in the same spot. You hoping you'd meet someone as well.

The carriage drove you through the dark night passing the same lake with the partnered swans, from the night before. "You looking to settle down?" you asked, hands resting on your lap. "I think so, I wanna have children so bad, and I need their future parent to treat them just as well as I would" she stared at her hands "all I really want is a family" the cold coming from her mouth. "I'm betting you'll meet someone amazing" you assured her. The trees swayed in the winds, your hair blowing along with the rhythm of it all, strolling through the ghost town that you'd remembered so full when your enemy wasn't foolishly inviting every person to exist to this horrid ball. You found yourselves at the gate. The castle lit and decorated with bright and gorgeous lanterns. You both thanked the guards.

You shivered walking to the big doors that's been open. Guards greeting every new person to have walked in. "They'll be here all night" you whispered to Elisa. "Sure will" she said, sorry for them.

You walked in the ball room, Elisa disappearing from your arm as soon as you did. "Typical" you sighed. Walking measly around the room, your gown brushing against the others. Feeling small in the crowd. You stood at the food table, eating the crab cakes like your last dinner, stuffing in two at a time before catching a glimpse of a tall build, her hair short, the same hairstyle as you, and her suit dark, a blue rose in her pocket. Talking to a few of the females, the freckles and eyebrow scar unmistakable. You're breath hitched, gulping down the remaining crab cakes, you felt faint, she looked so mature, her smile bright, yet her eyes hiding a subtle hint of pain you'd only notice if you'd known someone for years, regardless how much you hated them. Tucking the loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes suddenly widening before you realized she'd seen you. "Shit" you muttered, she waved off the women excusing herself to walk towards you.

She stopped a few inches from you, averting her eyes from yours as she bowed, a gasp escaping your coated red lips. "Princess" her voice cracked. "Yes— uh, Princess... Ellie" you curtseyed. "You look... Beautiful" she breathed. Gently grabbing your hand to kiss it softly. "Thank you— Did you happen to hit your head or something" you pulled your hand away quickly away from her lips. "You're acting... Strange" you let out a breath you had no clue you'd been holding in for so long. "How so?" She raised a brow. "You're not acting like you hate my guts." You said. "Who said I didn't?" She crossed her arms. "What? So that's changed now cause I'm, ‘beautiful’?" You spat. " 'That such a bad reason?" She scrunched her nose subconsciously, wiping it with her hand. "Get your head out of the gutter Ellie." You stomped away, "fuck" she whispered.

You still unable to wrap your head around when she'd become so.. odd? You flew around the ball room, every 30 minutes seeing her eye you from across the room. As if some kind of snack, you began to feel creeped out, her whispers to an oh so grown up Dina always beginning after she saw your face. Soon you found her asking you to dance. "Ellie, if you're only going to like me because of my looks.. I don't want you to like me at all" you sighed, taking a step back. "Especially considering our history, I mean what is this? 15 years of constant torture and insults being thrown at me for it to just suddenly change? I can't do it Ellie, I really just can't" you said, turning around for a split second, before she hooked her slender hand around your forearm, the slow dance beginning as she pulled you into her, her hand firmly on your waist and the other holding your other hand just above your shoulders. You sighed, "Ellie —" annoyed. "What else?" You said, she held you close, deja vu hitting you like a carriage door, while she span you around the room, the crowd almost not there, you gazed deeply into her eyes. "What else?" She raised a brow confused. "Is beauty all that matter to you?" You asked, pained. "What? No—" she choked on her words. "That's not—"

"Then what else?" You grip on her hand tightening significantly. "I don't know— I mean—" she bit her bottom lip. "No Ellie— save it." You stopped her. "You don't get to do that" you darted your eyes at her, the hatred building up with every step you took, you began to feel frustrated. "Do what?!" She raised her voice ever so slightly, no one heard over the band. "You don't get to like me because I'm fucking attractive now to you. That's just not fair." Before you could react, she grabbed your arm painfully, pulling you of the crowd of people, she dragged you down the hall, unable to free from her grip, you tripped over your gown. "Ellie what the hell!!" You cried, playing with her hand to get you off just before you'd got thrown into the tea room you'd remembered not to fondly, she locked the doors. "Ellie open that goddam door—"

"Would you just listen to me?!" She yelled, you quickly walked up to her, stumbling over your heels as you grabbed the collar of her suit, the blue rose falling from it. "You don't get to have me listen to you! Ellie, I hate you! And you threw this ball so you could find a wife, I am not going to play that roll again, just becau—"

She threw you onto the couch, your big dress wrinkling against it as she pinned you down, her arms caging your head from escape like an animal. You let a gasp escape your mouth. Your heels falling off of your feet in the uncomfortable position. "It's not because of your fucking looks! Y/n!" She confessed. Her one arm falling to her side. "It's the fucking history" her lips trembled. "We spent our whole lives together knowing one day all thats around us would be ours to rule, together." she said. "You know my worst fears, goddamn it, and you threw it away just like that." Your breath hitched. "And I know everything there is to know about you, whether I hate you or not." Her arms at your hips now, subconsciously caging you in again. "Those two years I didn't see you, I thought I missed messing with your fuckin' head and flaring your anger up like I was those 15 years, but I really just missed seeing the one person I spent every summer with up until I turned 18" you felt offended, her back handed compliments confusing you. You sat up warily, watching her gaze turn to guilt as you propped your elbow up against the head of the couch. "What the fuck" you breathed. Her face just inches apart from yours that you could feel her heavy breaths up against your lips. "Ellie—" you groaned. "So what are you saying? You're in love with me? After all that?" You scoffed in disbelief. "Yes!" She cried. Your heart pounded at your chest, the warmth between you suddenly growing hotter. You couldn't understand anything, grasp the situation at hand before you reached your hand up to her cheek, cupping it softly before connecting your lips that were inches apart just a few mere seconds ago. You roughly bit down on her lip, the sexual tension flying off the walls. "What're you doing?" She muffled a moan into the kiss, surprised as she gripped your hips. "Fuck you" you whispered, shoving your tongue in her mouth exploring every inch of her as she delicately whined, her embrace tightening. You lazily pushed her down, hovering above her, "all that shit just for this" you breathed, hooking your lips onto her soft freckled skin, leaving a wet trail across her neck, while you undid her button up, the sounds of her heavy breaths and sighs filling up the room, you sucked at her skin. "Fuck" she whined. Messily gripping a handful of your hair as the sticky path of saliva continued down her collar bone, stationd between her breasts. You abruptly stopped, struggling to undo the bows of your corset. Ellie looked up to you with pleading eyes, "lemme—" she heaved, flipping you over, your clothed ass up on her crotch while you held your hair to your shoulder, her fingers unintertwining the ribbons. You sat on your knees, she trailed kisses down the back of your neck, each and every one rougher than the last, your dress slipping off by the second before she threw it to the ground leaving you with only your panties left. "Shit" she whispered as you turned over, pulling her in desperatly, tugging at her lips between your front teeth. "You're so beautiful" she admittedly whispered between breaks. "Thank you" you, you smirked against her lips. You sat on her lap, sucking at her tongue, her hands roaming your body entirely, she played with your boobs, all the thoughts leaving your mind as you threw your head back. "Fuck, Ellie" you moaned. Her wet kisses filling the room with sinful noises.

Her tongue flicked at your hard bud, it only standing more as she sucked at it, toying with the other one while she still squeezed your plush hips.

"I need you" her lips meeting your stomach, butterflies in your lower abdomen began to scour, the heat between your legs only growing stronger as she praised you, worshipping your body like a goddess. "Why are you like this" your jaw dropped, her hands suddenly palming you through your panties, already soaking, moans escaping from your red stained lips, that matched the pair all over Ellie's neck and jaw.

"Lay down" she demanded, squeezing your ass cheek. You immediately layed yourself beside her, her head stationed between your legs as she looked up at you hungrily, a face you'd never seen her make at you before, she kissed the inside of your thighs, biting at them like dessert as her fingers gently rubbed at your throbbing pussy, your panties still unmoving, "mmh~" you muffled, the hickys between your legs butterfly shaped, she continued to rub at your sweet spot, playing with the tangles in your hair as she kissed you softly. Your heart collapsed in on itself, the gentleness something youd never experienced before. "You're being so... So sweet" you heaved into the kiss, staining her lips in lipstick as she rubbed faster. "You deserve it" she smirked against the kiss, leaving more around the rest of your face. The ball room music faintly heard from outside, your mouth formed an ‘O’ as she lowered her head again. Your conversations severly uncoordinated, responding to questions with only moans and whines. She slipped off your panties, only lowering them as far as your knees, "I'm gonna make you never want to leave this room" she kissed your hickey covered thigh again, before nuzzling your clit with her tongue, you flinched at the contact, an overwhelming pleasure washing over you as your legs shaked, leaving her holding your hips down. You felt your walls tighten, she swirled her tongue, every muscle causing you to tense up, her tongue only deepening. "Oh god—" you reclined back, her teeth softly nipping your pussy. "Feel good, princess?" She said. Rubbing your inner thigh reassuringly as she suckled "fuck, yes, Ellie" you whined. The pressure in your stomach building up, "I'm so... Fuck—!!" She slid against your walls, you cupped her hair, thrusting your hips into her tongue, desperately wanting to release the knot. Your wet folds quivering. "Please, Ellie—" you begged, vibrating underneath her touch. She fingered your clit, eating you out both at once. "Ellie, Ellie, Ellie, Ellie!!" You cried you repeated her name like a god. Giving into your pleasurous desires, the creamy white substance leaking down your thigh "shit!" You cried, all she did praising you through your orgasm, just for her fingers to not lift off once. Still her slender fingers pounding inside of you quickly, the slaps of skin filling the room like paddy-cake.

She sat you on her lap again, grinding your hips over her hand, having you ride her as she moved your waist herself, you too weak, for your second orgasm to wash over you, the couch damp in your liquids. "You're doing so good" she whispered, your fingers digging into her skin like daggers. Your heavy breaths drawn over the music. You came again. Your head falling into her shoulder, she tucked the strands of messy hair off your face, tears staining your Rosey cheeks, and her clothes stained in your cum.

"Oh god.."

PART 2?

I got so lazy towards the end out of fear people would get impatient!! Especially since I promised to post yesterday!! Either way, I will edit eventually if people want me too! I'll be posting part to in the next few days! <33

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Petals and Praise

🤍 Yeosang x Chubby/Plus size Reader 🤍

⚠️ Smut (MDNI!), Fluff, Pussy Drunk! Yeosang, oral sex, loads of praise, pet name usage (Baby, Love, Pretty, Sangie), swearing, reader has female anatomy, overstimulation, squirting, fingering general messy Yeosang. If I missed anything, let me know! ⚠️

You stood in front of the mirror observing your body in the dress you’d recently bought. Examining all the ways it hugged your body in all the most unflattering spots.

‘It looked cute on the rack…’

You’d thought to yourself, yours and Yeosang’s 1 year anniversary was quickly approaching and you’d agreed on a nice dinner and a stroll through the park to admire the freshly blooming cherry blossoms, so you’d wanted to look nice for him. Just as you’d lost yourself in your spiral of thoughts, your boyfriend walks through the door

“Y/N, baby, what are - Oh…” He stops mid sentence to stare at you, his eyes taking in your figure as you stand there. Your eyes met his.

“Sangie? Is everything okay?” you looked at him, his brain seemingly has ceased to function. “Y/N-ah….” he states softly, walking over behind you wrapping his arms around your soft body.

You look away from him as he comes up behind you, “it.. I liked it on the rack and it -” you’re cut off by Yeosang leaning down to place soft kisses across your shoulder, whispering softly “You look gorgeous…" His words cause a shiver to run down your spine.

“But.. it hugs all the wrong spots and it does - “ once again, your words ceased by Yeosangs actions as he runs his hands over your curves gripping softly “You look perfect, and I wish you could see yourself the way I see you… Y/N… Look at me.. “ you turn to face him as you look up at him, his eyes holding what seemed to be all the love and adoration in the world for you as he smiles. “Do I need to show you just what you do to me?”

With that, Yeosang leans down gently kissing you as he grips onto your hips, pulling you closer, arms instinctively coming up to wrap around his neck as he deepens your kiss, slowly pulling the zipper to the dress down, you let it fall to the floor he pulls back as he looks at you with blown pupils “No bra?.. “ he says softly as he reaches up cupping your breast with one hand, letting his thumb graze over your nipple as the other rubs small circles on your hip. Your breath gets caught in your throat before you’re able to form a reply as Yeosang leads you over to your shared bed.

“Y-Yeosang…” is all you can manage to muster as he hovers over you, placing small kisses on your neck and chest, arousal pooling between your legs as he works his way down your body, soft praises being whispered over your skin as he leaves behind blooms of purple and pink, your hands finding his blonde locks as quiet moans escape your mouth.

“Fucking perfect..” is all you manage to make out before he takes your nipple in his mouth, his hand coming up to roll the other between his fingers, causing you to squirm in his touch. “B-baby please…” at this point you don't even know why or what you’re begging for, but you're engulfed in a cloud of pleasure as Yeosang continues to tease the buds, releasing the one from his mouth with a soft pop, “Patience pretty… a body like yours takes time to tend to… need you to see just how fucking perfect you are..” He smirks against your skin as he places more kisses on your body, he settles between your legs as his eyes look up at you “so wet for me..” as he places a chaste kiss to your clothed core, causing you to whimper.

With a smirk against your skin he hooks his fingers into your panties as he slides them down your legs, tossing them somewhere in the room as he lets out a groan under his breath as he leans in, pressing teasing kisses to your core, causing you to moan. Yeosang hooks his muscular arms around your thighs as he pulls your fold apart revealing your sex to him he watches as you clench around nothing before licking a stripe up from your entrance and finally focusing on your clit. With his firm hold on your lower half he latches onto the sensitive nub as he tongue skillfully works at it, causing that familiar warmth to pool in your lower tummy.

“Yeos… Yeosangie… feels so good” you manage to choke out as he hums causing you to arch your back, finding his blonde locks once again trying to ground yourself, but the man between your legs is making it increasingly difficult to focus on anything, You feel the band getting tighter in your stomach threatening to snap as he continues to lap your clit. “Sangie.. S’close..” you manage to choke out as a warning to which he grips onto you, humming against you once more triggering your release as you arch your back into him as your orgasm washes over you.

Yeosang does not let up however, tongue continuing to work you through your release, smirking against your core as he continues to lap up your juices. “Y-Yeosang!” you scream out as you try to squirm away, being driven into overstimulation he only pins you to the bed with his arm across your lower belly, “Not yet pretty… taste too good.”

You fall back against the bed as the heat begins to pool in your belly again. “Sangie… need you..” is all you manage to whine out, getting the hint, Yeosang moves to insert his fingers as he continues to lap at your core.

“Like that, pretty? Does it feel good?” He chuckles against you as he fingers work you open, curling against that spongy spot with every thrust, mixed with him still lapping at your sensitive nub, you let out a cry as your second orgasm rips through you, gushing fluids down your lovers face and your own thighs. Finally pulling back, he stares back up at you, as you meet his gaze you see your own fluids dripping from his chin and his mouth still wet from your slick as he places soft kisses to your thighs.

He lies next to you and pulls you close, peppering kisses on your shoulder. “You should wear that dress more often, it looks good on you love..”he says as he nestles into your shoulder. “What about you Sangie.. Wanna make you feel good too..” you retort back at him.

“Shh..” he hums in your ear “As long as my baby feels good… I feel good.” placing one more kiss to the underside of your ear.

A/N: "We know sangie is a messy eater... what if he ate pussy the same way?" @jyunhosbby ... Thank you for the Yeosang brain rot.

#yeosang #kang yeosang #yeosang smut #ateez smut #atz smut #atz yeosang #atz yeosang smut #yeosang x reader #ateez x chubby reader #yeosang x chubby reader

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yahooo-official · 10 days

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[teehee lore incoming. uhhh blood and gore tw]

YOU ARE WANDERING THE LONG, ENDLESS HALLS OF THE WEBGALA MANSION. YOU WALK BY THE ENTRANCE TO THE ATTIC, WHERE YAHOOO STAYS WHEN THEY'RE HERE. THE DOOR IS LEFT OPEN. YAHOOO NEVER LEAVES THE DOOR OPEN.

YOU SHOULD CHECK ON THEM.

YO GO UP THE LADDER, AND THROUGH THE DOOR... THIS IS WHAT YOU SEE:

YAHOOO IS THERE, ON THE FLOOR. BUT THEIR ENTIRE TORSO HAS BEEN UNWOUND, RIPPED TO SHREDS. THEIR CORE AND OTHER VITAL ORGANS ARE MISSING.

WHERE THERE SHOULD BE BLOOD IS JUST PINK.

WHOEVER DID THIS TOOK ALL THE FURNITURE.

YOU TURN TO LEAVE. YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE.

ON THE BACK OF THE DOOR, SOMEONE HAS CARVED THEIR URL.

@we-are-two

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luhsexcbihh · 3 months

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𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗞!

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ☺️

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚- 𝘣𝘧!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘹 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦- 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 🐱 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺, 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵 :))

𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 200 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨?? 𝘐 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘎𝘜𝘠𝘚𝘚𝘚☹️☹️💕💕 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘗𝘠 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘏𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘏 𝘛𝘖 𝘔𝘠 𝘍𝘌𝘓𝘓𝘖𝘞 𝘚𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘚！

“𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦“

“𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄“ you shouted outloud the bedroom door as you layed snuggled under the white sheets. the sun was beaming through the open blinds revealing the shared apartment to the world. Matthew sprinted into the shared bedroom with wet hair, a hot pink shirt, with grey sweats on. “daddy’s home” matt joked as the two of you chuckled. Matt hopped into the bed on top of you as you shut off your iphone putting your full blown attention on him.

“you look so handsome babyyy” you dragged your words placing your hands on matt’s jawline squeezing his cheeks as you smiled. “i just got out the shower” he spoke shaking his head making water get everywhere as you flinched not trying to get water on you. “please don’t piss me off matthew” you said laughing as matt scooted closer towards you laying on your boob.

Your long acrylics layed along matt’s chin playing with his freshly shaved beard. “you know i love your beard its so sexy to me ion know” you smiled as he looked up at you with sleepy eyes just staring at your features in silence. it was an comfortable silence though, you were always comfortable with matt anywhere and everywhere. “you know you’re so beautiful” matt mumbled looking you in the eyes making you break eye contact due to you getting flustered.

“matt stoppp” you whined smiling into your palms. “move your handss, lemme see that pretty face” he smiled as you refused shaking your head laying back into the bed. Matt climbed onto of your grabbing your hand and taking them off your face. “okay okay finee!” you laughed removing your hands for your face looking up at matthew, he looked so handsome right now you thought.

As the two of you stared at eachother once again in silence as matt smashed his lips into yours making you sit up pulling his head closer to yours as he wrapped his hand around your neck. “i love you” he mumbled against your lips.

“i love you more”

“𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓!“ your moans filled up the room as his head disappeared in your core. how did the two of you laying in bed cuddling end up like this? matt was slurping and sucking on your clit, tongue lapping up all your juices.

“fuck look at her she’s so pretty yea?” he complimented your core as he scissored his fingers opening up to see your pink flesh looking up at you with a big smile on his face you felt you skin get hot due to the compliment getting shy as you tried to close your legs but was to late by matt forcing them open. “don’t get shy on me now, lemme love on you mama” he mumbled making eye contact with you as he went back to eating like a starved man.

you began to grind onto his face rocking your hips onto his tongue. matthew grabbed onto your hips pulling you closer to his tongue keeping you in place. your body twitched at this feeling, you felt high from his tongue. “you taste so good, i could eat you alll damn day” he chuckled in your core sending vibrations through your body.

“matt oh my god- i think im about to cum” you whimpered outloud looking down at your beloved boyfriend who looked absolutely amazing eating you out. you telling matt that made him immediately stuff his fingers in you causing you to gasp outloud, he began to ram in fingers in and out of your cunt while sucking on your clit making you scream in pleasure.

“oh fuckkk, matt im cumming!” you whined as you felt your high approaching. “yea? go ahead come all over my tongue princess please” he slightly whimpered amongst your core making you almost immediately climax onto his tongue causing your body to shake. you closed your eyes and began to catch your breath after your orgasm.

“ahh this never gets old” he spoke giving your clit a good slap causing you to flinch at the overstimulation. matt layed onto your chest once again as you tried to get yourself together. “you look so fine baby making me wanna eat you out again” he smiled at you making you giggle.

“how about we watch spongebob, yea? yea”

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #matt x reader #black writers #black reader #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #nicholas sturniolo #matt sturniolo

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hisui-dreamer · 4 months

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some more taisho jade thoughts!

in relation to this post!

notes: reader has a supernatural ability to grow any plant and make them thrive no matter the conditions, plant and fungi are kinda loped together here sorry biology people i know they're different kingdoms ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠⊙⁠_⁠ʖ⁠⊙⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

jade is super intimidating when you first meet him, you were tending to your flowers when his shadow loomed over you

when you look up, he has a closed-eye smile on his face, but you don't feel any warmth from it at all

you soon learn, after he basically hurled you up into your new life as his gardening assistant, that the young master is rarely seen showing genuine emotion, always wearing that same plastered smile on his face

and if he's not smiling politely, then he's smirking in sadistic glee

it can't be because he's a merchant, since his twin brother is all about wearing his feelings on his sleeve, so you just decided your new master was weird

i mean, what sane merchant would provide housing, food, and pay to a random florist??

but your view of him changes when you successfully propagate a new fungi that he bought in

turns out he's been struggling with propogating and germinating a lot of his purchases, so he's a bit lost as to what he's doing wrong

he's almost given up on them thinking the climate just isn't right for them to grow

but when you show him how the fungi has propogated, there's a childlike glee on his face unlike anything you've seen before, his cheeks are flushed, his eyes are sparkling with joy, he's dancing around the pot all giddy and excited, and it catches you off guard

huh, so he can make a face like that too

you find yourself more at ease with him from then on, knowing deep down he's just really passionate about his greenhouse and kind of a dork about it

as you start taking care of more and more plants, you learn so much more about the medical capabilities that the plants have

yes, that ugly root over there has insane healing properties that can restrengthen someone's immune system

when you voice your desire to tap into the medical field and help people who are suffering from health issues, jade is a bit sad but immensely proud

you were just a little flower when he met you, small but delicate, immensely pleasing to look at, and all for him to admire

but now you've grown and bloomed so beautifully that he'll have to share you with the rest of the world

nonetheless, jade is a man of weakness when it comes to making you smile, and he very quickly arranged for the leech family to open a medical department with herbal experts and doctors

the experts dry and prepare the herbs so yo won't have to worry about the processing part

it's not very businessman of him, but he makes sure the prices are reasonable and accessible to the public as per your wishes

you're grateful to the core of your heart that you met jade

after all, your special ability has finally been put to use in a way that helps a lot of people, while also keeping you relatively safe from anyone who'd take advantage of you

so you off-handedly mention to jade one day that you're incredibly grateful that you're born with your green thumb, since you met him because of it

you were too focused on trimming the plant in your hands, but if you looked up, you would have seen jade leech, the merchant that so many business partners would still get chills from with just a glance, was flushed pink completely, and not even his gloved hand covering his face could hide the sight

the very next day, he gives you an intricate hairpin, saying it reminded him of you :)

Masterlist

#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland jade #twisted wonderland jade leech #jade leech #jade leech x reader #twst jade #twst jade leech

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stvharrngton · 1 year

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Hi! I'd like to humbly request 122 and 126 pretty please with a cherry on top 🖤

here it is anon! i hope you enjoy lmk what you think 💗

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, car sex, crotch riding, cursing, unprotected sex etc etc

prompt: 122. “this feels dirty.” “that’s because it is” and 126. “what has you so excited?” from this list (x)

taglist: @sweetiestevie

(if anyone wants to be added to the taglist please just let me know! <3)

The low hum of the movie playing through the radio filled the car, the lights from the drive in illuminated your features. You were situated on Steve’s lap in the driver’s side of the BMW, one strap of your dress pulled down your shoulder, Steve’s large palms on the flesh of your ass.

Your lips were moving against each other, the kiss hot and wet, tongues swirling together languidly. You rolled your hips gently, whining into Steve’s mouth as the rough of his denim pressed into your clothed core just right. Bringing his hand up to cup your tits over the material of your dress, groping the flesh greedily.

Steve broke the kiss, his lips flying to your neck. Fingers moving to grip your hips, hands rocking your body back and forth over his crotch.

“This feels dirty.” You breathed, the windows of the car steaming up as the movie you came to see was long forgotten.

“That’s because it is.” The boy chuckled against your skin. Breath hot on your neck.

You hands found purchase on the boy’s firm chest, bracing yourself as you rocked back and forth in his lap. Breathy moans quietly leaving your lips at the feeling, the seam of his jeans brushing against your clit in just the right way.

“What if someone sees us?” The question came out as a whine, eyes constantly scanning the windows for other movie-goers passing by.

“Baby,” Steve hushed you, “everyone’s either watching the movie or doing the exact same thing as us. Trust me.” His lips reattached to your neck as his large palm cupped your cheek.

Steve’s other arm snaked around your waist until his hand delved under the hem of your dress, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass. The boy groaned below you, your cunt pressing into his stiff cock with every roll of your hips.

“Fuck,” Steve mewled, eyes fixated on the growing wet patch you were leaving on his jeans, “what has you so excited?”

You squeaked above the boy, your clit throbbing beneath the pretty pink lace of your underwear, begging to be touched. Fingers running down your body to reach under your dress, pulling your panties to the side so your bare pussy could rub against his jeans.

“You, Stevie.”

You moaned loudly at the new sensation, the rough denim rubbing against your clit. The feeling going straight to the coil in your lower stomach, the sweet twist and pull of pleasure making its way through your body.

“Shit, baby— that feel good, yeah?” His gaze glued to how your hips rolled over him, his fingers coming to rub lazy circles on your swollen clit.

“Yes, so good,” you whined. Your hands clutching Steve’s shoulders so you could fuck yourself up onto where his fingers rubbed at you.

Usually, you’d be embarrassed at how needy, how desperate you were being. But you felt too good, too hot to care. Too close to your orgasm and Steve had barely touched you, wholly content at getting yourself off on his clothed crotch.

“Can’t believe, shit- that we’re fucking at a drive-in.” You moaned between breathy laughs, head rolling back in pleasure as Steve pressed his thumb into your clit.

“You’re the one that jumped my bones, babe,” Steve chortled, his cock aching beneath his jeans.

“Uh, no, Steve. You’re the one that stuck your tongue down my throat, remember?” Eyebrows furrowing at the boy’s forgetfulness, your hips beginning to still.

Steve tsked at you, “Can you blame me?” he asked rhetorically, “When I show up to your house to pick you up and you skip out the door in this little thing?” He asked, his hand coming to pull the material of your dress away from your tits.

You groaned as he mouthed at your chest, your fingers tangling in his messy hair. His hands coming to grip your ass again, pushing and pulling at your hips to slide your wet pussy over his bulge.

“Steve,” you whined.

“Hm?” he cooed, “Don’t act like you don’t love it, honey. I know you do.”

Steve had you riled up just right. The way he was pulling you into him, the low rasp of his voice, the way his lips felt hot on your skin; all going straight to your cunt. Your slick coating your thighs, leaking onto his jeans.

“You wanna sit on my cock, baby, hm? Know you’ll ride it so good, even with all these people about.”

You gawked at his statement, your pussy fluttering at the thought of fucking Steve is such a public setting. Your thighs clenched, cheeks flushing a pretty pink under the dull illumination of the movie and the lights surrounding you.

“Yes, God, Steve, fuck—“

“Tell me,” he cut you off, “tell me how bad you want it.”

A low whine left your lips, hips struggling against the boy’s grip. Steve’s large palm came down on the flesh of your ass, the sound rippling throughout the car as he groaned at your stubbornness.

“Come on, sweet girl, tell me,” his finger and thumb pinching your chin, turning your jaw for you to look at him, his big brown eyes turned dark, glazed over with lust, “tell me how much you wanna make a mess on my big cock.”

You mewled above him, lips formed in a pout as you told him, “Want it so bad, Stevie, want your big cock buried inside me.”

The boy groaned, eyes squeezed shut as your tone dripped with need and desire. His fingers fumbled with his belt and zipper, you lifted your hips enough so he could pull his jeans down a little. His cock slapping against the material of his polo.

You watched through hazy eyes as Steve spat in his palm, hand wrapping around his cock as he pumped himself a few times. You angled your hips so he could line himself up with your entrance, but not before he dipped his fingers into your cunt, curling them just right.

Before you could even think about cursing out the boy’s name, he removed his fingers and slapped his hand against your pussy. A sweet whimper tumbling past your lips.

Steve chuckled at your reaction, a slight mocking about him. His cock pushed into you, your hips sinking down onto him inch by inch until he was completely buried in you. You both moaned into the air of the car, the movie and people outside long forgotten about.

You winced at the stretch, the thick girth of Steve’s cock filling you up to the hilt. Slowly beginning to move your hips, dragging your wet cunt along his length, Steve groaned below you, hands gripping the swell of your ass so tight. Fingers sure to leave pretty lavender bruises in the morning.

Steve looked so pretty like this. Hair a little wild, messy strands pushed back by his hands. Lips so plump and pink, parted to let out raspy groans. His eyes glassy and glazed over with a need so carnal, yet so full of fond for his girl.

You moved a little faster now, hips snapping forward as hard as they would allow in the small space. The tip of Steve’s cock brushing against that spot deep inside so well, so achingly well. The tingling in your stomach telling you you were close already.

“Pussy feels so fuckin’ good, baby,” Steve groaned, hands holding your waist now, “fuck.”

Arms snaking around his neck, fingers tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck, you leaned into Steve. You bounced your hips, ass slapping against his thighs every time you sank down on his cock.

“Oh, fucking Christ.” He moaned, a sweet sound that was music to your ears. His eyelashes fluttering as his eyes rolled back in pleasure, the boy burying his face in your neck, your sweet perfume overcoming his senses.

“Love this cock, Stevie,” you whined, ass still bouncing deliciously, Steve’s cock covered with your slick, “love being so full ‘f you.”

“Baby,” he cooed, “‘m gonna cum if you keep talkin’ like that.”

“Yeah?” you giggled a little breathlessly, Steve still so deep inside as your fingers wandered down your body, coming to rub at your clit again.

“Yeah,” he breathed, eyes following the route of your fingers, “fuck, baby— I need you to cum first though, yeah?”

You hummed at his words, fingers moving faster over yourself, your soaked pussy still gliding over Steve’s length.

“Yeah, Steve, wanna cum,” you moaned, “please? Please can I cum?”

Your ministrations became frantic now, fingers rubbing harshly at your clit. Your walls clenching around Steve’s cock tightly, your thighs tensing.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “yeah, cum for me, sweet girl.” His hands gripping your hips to move you over him still.

Back arching, your chest pressing into Steve’s face. The coil inside you snapping, a harsh wave of pleasure rolling throughout your body. Vision white hot as your body shook, chants of Steve’s name rolling off your tongue like a song.

“That’s it,” he cooed, “that’s my girl. Such a good girl f’me.”

You whimpered now as Steve took over, not even giving you a second to get over your orgasm. His cock fucking up into you like lightening, the boy chasing his own orgasm desperately.

“‘m gonna cum, fuckfuckfuck.” He groaned sweetly, his hot breath fanning across your neck as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. His movements jostling you in his lap, his stomach tensed as his hips never relented, his cock spurting ropes of hot cum up into you.

Steve whined into your skin, the pretty noise muffled by your neck. His chest heaved, the boy breathing sighs of relief as his body relaxed, hushed whispers of praise and your name escaped his lips.

You both basked in your post orgasm haze, his hands stroking up and down your back soothingly. Steve’s lips pressing soft wet kisses into your temple and cheek. Your fingers carding through his soft locks the way you knew he liked after sex.

“You know,” he started, a breathy chuckle escaping him, “I actually really wanted to see this movie.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader smut #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #k.fic #request

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hyunsvngs · 4 months

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One thing: Fem Skz x CUNNILINGUS, how would they react and who do you think squirts💦

~jassy

ohh YES

chan: she has a creamy pussy. neat curls on her mound, maybe in a landing strip or a little triangle. she likes you to lick over her clit and pump two fingers inside of her, curving them up into her g-spot until she moans nice and pretty for you through her orgasm. "that's it, baby, that's it- ah, ah, i'm cumming, don't stop!" ahh she so pretty. her thighs shake, her hands gripping the sheets, but she doesn't squirt - she's a creamer, through and through.

minho: likes to ride your face. her thighs grip your head tightly, her pubes trimmed and pussy pretty pink. she'll let you lick over her clit and dip your tongue between her folds over and over until she's just about to cum, and then she'll pull off, shoving two of her own fingers inside of herself to stimulate her g-spot until she's squirting into your mouth with a low, gravelly moan. "drink it. drink mommy's squirt, kitty cat, taste it all." she'll even make you lick her clean afterwards <3

changbin: ohhh the prettiest brown pussy with a lil bush... tie this bunny up so her tits are angled towards the ceiling, big and heavy and spilling down her sides. kiss down her tummy and eat this angel out slowly, delicately - make love to her pussy with your mouth. slow and easy is the way she likes it, even through her orgasm, creaming into your mouth and those delicious thighs shaking. "ah, binnie's cumming, mama, mama, your mouth- please, mama, i'm gonna cum!" she is so sweet

hyunjin: the sexiest. pussy waxed bare, her clit peeking out of her folds all pink and swollen when she's excited. she prefers more direct clit stimulation rather than fingers, so suck and lick over her clit, maybe brush your teeth against it if she's been a little naughty. her long legs will thrash, her toes curling - maybe bend her in half so you can suck her toes into your mouth while she plays with her tits, small and perky. "ah, that's- baby, that's filthy, you're filthy. fuck, eat my pussy, please." spit on her pussy and get it all messy and she'll squirt all over your face as a reward.

jisung: oh you guys know i love fem jisung. fuck her open with one of those huge bad dragon dildos and lick over her clit at the same time, nose buried in her bush while she thrashes and babbles for you. she's messy when she cums, tongue lolling out of her mouth with drool spilling out of it, squirt gushing from her pussy so hard you have to pull the dildo out. always announces she's coming as if you can't see it! "mama, mommy, mom- mommy, mommy, cumming, cumming, i can't hold it, i- 's so good, mama, please, please-"

felix: sweetest girl. prettiest sweetest girl. she loves to 69 with you!! her cropped mullet tickling your inner thighs as she moans into your pussy, bucking her waxed pink core into your mouth. finger her open with one, two, three fingers while you lick over her clit - shit, even get your whole fist in there, she loves being full. suckle on her clit and tell her she's a good baby, so sweet and delicious for you. she always tries to make you cum first, but poor baby is just too sensitive - "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm gonna cum, i'm gonna cum so fucking hard, i can't hold it, i can't!"

seungmin: even fem seungmin is mean. if you're licking her cunt out, she wants you to lick her asshole, too. pushes your head down and makes you eat her ass sometimes as a punishment if you've been naughty - you don't even get to taste her sweet core. she'll have you spitting all over her more private hole before she even considers letting you lick over her clit. "do you think you can make me cum like this? from licking my ass? hmm, you better try. you don't get to cum unless i do."

jeongin: prettiest pussy. imagining her with her hair styled like the skz family ep with the fringe! lithe thighs spread wide, her hair splayed out on the pillow beneath her head as she whines and bucks her hips into your mouth. she wants to ride your face in a different way - let her hold your head to her clit and buck up into your mouth. she'll be extra sweet to you if you're licking her cunt too - that shit eating grin on her face, eyes forming crescent moons as she praises you. "that's it, good girl, good fucking girl. eatin' it so well, baby." she'll even squirt in your mouth if you're extra good!!

#juno’s asks ♡#user: jazzy kpop #fem!skz #asks: ot8

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autumnalmoons · 5 months

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Your late-night company (nsfw, mdni, +18 only)

It's smut bc I'm a horny bitch (lovingly), and because I want him to split me in half--I know he can, like c'mon

Viktor x fem!Reader | 2.1K

Notes: PWP, Established relationship, set kinda between act 1 and act 2, Vaginal Fingering, Innapropiate use of Viktor's cane (sorryyyy), Dom!Viktor if you squint, Cockwarming, Nipple play, English isn't my native language so lemme know if i messed up somewhere :)

Ever since he could hear the echo of your heels reverberate around the lab like a second heartbeat, Viktor knew you were onto something—and such rhythm makes his heart pick up speed too, though Viktor’s faster than each one of your carefree strides against the dark marble floor.

You go, smooching his cheek and surely leaving a pink mark on your lipstick. Not that he minds, of course, he's used to leaving his loving marks on you, too, and even now, he can see the now purplish hickey down your collarbone that you’ve been trying to veil with a silk scarf.

“What brings you here, my darling?” Viktor hums, unconsciously seeking your lips. Is that pink lipstick the one that tastes like cherry? He’s a man of science, he’s ought to investigate.

“Nothing much. I came to bring you home,” you say, hugging his slender frame from behind, your chin hooked in the crook of his shoulder, just over his back brace. “I miss my Vitya so, so much…”

Viktor shivers, trying to ground himself in the domestic, seemingly innocent gesture of a kiss over your temple. "I miss you, too, my jewel. Alas, Progress Day is in a couple of weeks, and we need to have everything ready in case a mishap happens.” He sighs, thick brows furrowing in focus. “As usually does.”

You nod. Of course, you understand that his work is a priority, but you also have a good memory; of those two past days when you went to sleep alone. There are those familiar purple bags under his eyes, only darker.

“Hmm, alright,” you say, massaging his scalp for a bit before wandering around the lab. “Then allow me to make you company. This place is filthy, handsome.”

“Chaos potentiates creativity.”

Your chuckle reverberates around the lab, which causes Viktor to lift his chin a little higher, how easily he can make you happy.

He turns back toward his desk, hearing you going toward the closet supply to get a feathery duster, mumbling a song under your breath as you hop around cleaning surfaces and wiping down machinery with a piece of cloth.

It's only a matter of time before your plan starts, and you have calculated it just as perfectly as Viktor's equations; using your knowledge of the man next to you, his existence is the most amazing creation you've seen—much to Viktor's attempts to surpass it with his machines.

You dust off the drawer next to his desk, ‘accidentally’ knocking off one of the pens tossed over the wooden surface, further down against the wall. "Oops!" you say in your best role of an actress, which isn't that good, only for him to look your way.

The floor is cold as you brush it with your fingers, a fine layer of dust and carbon covering it. One of the windows must be open because you can feel the cold autumn wind brushing under your mischievously short skirt, one of Viktor's favorites, right against your already wet folds that the underwear you chose today isn't meant to cover.

You want him to see. Swaying your hips playfully the moment you feel his gaze burn your back.

Over the purring of the machines, you hear his air leave in a sharp inhale.

Between not wearing panties at all, you choose ones made of black lace and cute, little black ribbons decorating the most… enticing areas. The cloth down your pussy was too small, and you had to choose or covering your clit, or covering your core—which of course, you choose the eager bundle of nerves, so Viktor could see you all wet and glistening for him.

Smiling, you push the pen further down his desk, a soft—very inappropriate—groan escaping your lips, copying my memory of one of the sounds you made every time his cock presses that special spot inside of you.

“I liked that pen a lot,” Viktor mutters, though you can hear the smirk in his voice.

By now, you have no idea where that damned pen had gone. “I’m sure I can make it up for you about that,” you say, knees bending slightly, so your pussy can open a little. Only if he ever tries to play the oblivious.

A chair squeaked, and it’s impossible not to start imagining Viktor’s lithe fingers caressing the curve of your ass. Instead, you got the cold metal of his cane’s handle.

“Ah!” He chuckled at hearing your surprised gasp.

“Is that disappointment I hear, my jewel? Or just cold?” He hums, dragging the handle along the folds of your pussy until it brushes your entrance, only the tip. “You’re all dressed up for me. And I wonder… why is that, hmm?” he says, the tip of the cane playing between your folds. “Is it because you’d like to ‘keep me company’?”

“I never told you how I planned to accompany you," You mutter, feeling your legs starting to shake as the cold metal meets your boiling core, thinking that you were about to melt.

“Use your words, darling. If you’re so eager.”

There is a certain edge to his words, the hoarse tone around his R replacing the usual soft tone he uses to whisper to you when you two aren’t in the privacy of your bedroom.

“I… I thought you may need… um…” you say, voice lost with each playful movement of his cane in and out your entrance; barely some inches in, but moving it just right thanks to the exhaustive research Viktor had conducted ever since he caught you with that vibrator. Little by little, your arousal warms the metal, and you wonder if Viktor can feel it, too. “Relaxing.”

“Relaxing? My, I’d say this is rather… distracting,” he chuckles, the wheels of his stool coming closer as you hold your hands against your burning thighs. “A pleasant one, of course, but still a distraction.”

“Oh? Then do I deserve a punishment?” You try your best to quip, though your voice quivers mid-sentence.

There’s barely a heartbeat of silence, and then:

“Bend over the desk,” he says, voice stern. You could almost picture him in one of the Academy’s auditoriums giving a lecture in that tone, absolute, bossy. He knows it, of course. He knows you, after all, just like any of inventions, he had spent several hours studying you. Loving you.

Your walls squeeze nothing at the words, but the light from the descending dusk is enough for him to see it.

“Hmm,” Viktor says. “I wonder how you’ve been pleasing yourself these days that I haven’t returned home, my jewel.”

You attempt to roll over—you want to see him, because he looked just so unfairly stunning with his brown hair stuck to his temples, beads of sweat running down his chest as he bit his lip as seeing you just so shamelessly needy for him, trying to contain himself just a little longer...

He pushes your back down the desk, pinching your butt once he catches you trying to turn your head to see him.

“Oh, no, no, my love. If you are going to distract me, then you must accept the consequences.” He bends down, biting your earlobe before nuzzling his nose down your neck, taking in the sweet essence of your clothes, of your hair, the same one he could always smell on his pillow. The mix of his shampoo makes his grasp on your hips tighten.

You whine, pouted lips parting in a breathless moan when he introduces the handler of his cane inside of you, his thumb lazily rubbing circles on your clit, first clockwise, and then in the contrary direction once he feels your walls starting to contract, ushering your orgasm away.

The wet sounds of the handle coming in and out your soaked cunt fills the lab, Viktor’s stool creaking as he re-position. From the sound of his pants unbuckling, you think you know what he’s doing that needed such a good grip on his seat.

“I wonder if you’d take me as well,” he mumbles, your wet sounds mixed with a new one that could only be Viktor starting to jack off from the view of you. "All those toys and they can't replace me.” He uses his left knee to part your legs even wider, his free hand making a wrinkled mess of your skirt, just above your hips.

You huff, fingers white from grabbing the edge of the desk. “As if I’ve ever disappointed you.”

Viktor chuckles, pinching your clit slightly before letting go. The emptiness fills you when he withdraws his cane, though the narrow length is soon replaced by the thick head of his cock rubbing against your entrance.

“Mmmm,” you hum, satisfied. Your hips buckle against him, trying to take him inside of you in one thrust. Sadly, Viktor’s punishment for keeping him away from his duties was never.-ending teasing.

Viktor caresses the curve of your ass, his hands going to brush the outline of your hips and waist until his chest is against your back once again, his big length teasing through your folds without actually giving you what you want—and yet, you know you could finish off with only this. Would he be so cruel, though?

“Come here,” he mutters against your ear, sliding a hand around your waist, and pushing you down the seat with him.

You hiss, feeling the quick buckle of his hips as his cock burrows deep inside of you, twitching at the welcoming, wet warmth of your walls. His hands take you by the hips to stop you from starting to ride him.

“Shhh, shhh. Patience, my love,” Viktor coos, nuzzling his face in the side of your neck as he bites a trail of kisses toward your shoulder, fingers gently pulling down one end of the scarf, brushing slowly down your shoulders to reveal the quite generous cut in your neckline.

Humming, approbatory, Viktor returns to his desk, with a firm grip around your waist to keep you still.

He kisses your cheek, putting his cane against the wall. The metal glistens, soaked with your juices against the reddish hue of the dying sunlight.

His right hand pushes your legs open, tangling your legs against the desk to keep them open when his fingers slide down your stomach, fingers lazily rubbing your clit.

Closing your eyes, your head lolls against his shoulder, letting him take your lips in a kiss that lets you taste the bitterness of the coffee he has just drank to keep himself awake during the night.

His tongue passes along your bottom lip, and it’s indeed that cherry-flavored lipstick, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as the hand grabbing your hip raises to grab your breasts when he grows needy, too.

“Vitya…” you moan, voice muffled as he kisses you again.

“My favorite blouse,” Viktor says, tugging down the smock of the front so he could see your lacy black bra. “So easy to access.”

You smile, hips gently swaying side to side against his lap each time he strokes your clit.

Viktor’s fingers work masterfully inside your bra, rubbing your nipple as your hands frantically undo the clip of your top so he can push the bra away.

It’s too much. Between his playful nibbles down your neck, the slow circles drawn on your clit, his fingers pinching your nipples and rubbing them to make the little peaks soft again even his cock filling you, although still, is enough to push you through the edge of pleasure. Legs shiver as your mouth stutters a moan, letting out a cry that Viktor drowned with his mouth.

“We can’t let the guards know what we’re doing, don’t you think, my jewel?”

“Why… why not?” you pant, kissing the mole peeking above his shirt’s collar. “My boyfriend fucks me so good,” you giggle.

Viktor smiled, his cock twitching at your lewd words. Your walls keep squeezing him, greedily wanting to be soaked with his cum.

"I haven't yet today," Viktor hums, deep in thought, kissing your sweaty brow. “Let me finish revising this blueprint, and we’ll go home.”

You pout, but only another heated kiss is necessary to make you respond:

“Okay,” you say, all doe-eyed now that you’re satisfied. Momentarily, of course. And that you had convinced him to go home. “But only this one blueprint. Or I’ll bite you.” You try to stand up, Viktor’s hand yanking you back between his legs before his cock could sleep out from your pussy.

“I never said you could move, my love,” Viktor says, squeezing your hips playfully. “I’d take you can be a good girl while I finish my work?”

You shake your head. “No.”

Viktor chuckles, his free hand starts to rub your overstimulated clit once again. His other hand quickly drops his pen to reach the bottom drawer of his desk, where you can see the outline of the vibrator Viktor keeps there ‘just in case’. “I suppose I just have to tire you up, then.”

#arcane viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #viktor x reader #viktor smut #arcane viktor fanfic #viktor arcane #viktor x f! reader

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probablyspooky · 11 months

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A yautja bad blood catching his ooman pet playing with herself 👀

Soft mewls echoed off the stone walls of the place you called home, mewls of pleasure, the sounds of all the stress of the day being forced out of you as you fingered your cunt, desperate for a release.

You lived on an abandoned planet, the weather here was considered inhabitable, but the one who brought you here did not care. He kept you here because he knew you would depend on him for everything, and that power drove him insane.

He had been gone off planet for a while now, leaving you just enough food and water for you to survive on your own. Despite his restrictions placed on you, he wasn't that awful. Sure he refused to take you anywhere else, and of course he didn't want to talk about his past. You could tell how he looked at the sky, whatever he did on where he was born, it was bad, and he was not welcomed back.

He often left for weeks at a time, coming back with new prizes and trophies, sometimes he even would bring you small items, books, and gadgets to keep your mind occupied.

Accepting these items you began to understand your role in his life, the closest thing he could get to routine. You were his mate. The title of mate came with all the bells and whistles. Protection, food, shelter, and of course the physical mating.

It wasn't hard to manage when he was gone, because he would often demand your body as soon as he returned home, taking his frustrations out on your body, punishing you for things that bothered him. It was never abusive, always pleasurable, he made sure of it.

But at this time, he had been gone for an awfully long while, and you found yourself tempted to self pleasure, he often refused to let you do this, he found it as an offense on his mating abilities, so you refrained, you refrained for as long as you could, but today was a hot day on this planet. So much so you ended up naked in your nest of furs and pelts. Wiping the sweat from your body, your fingers began to touch your subtle soft skin, little hues of pink on your cheeks, as your fingers grazed down to your folds, flicking the tip of your cunt, you bean to rub circles around it. You moaned into your hand, you couldn't help it, you needed this.

Taking your fingers, you slid into your slick, pumping your fingers into you as your eyes shut closed. Feeling the wet warmness that was your body, your other hand began to clamp down onto your nipple, pinching the little numb.

You opened your eyes and you nearly jumped out of your skin, as your mate had returned home, Yidaar stared at you, his anger present even underneath the mask he wore.

You quickly pulled your hands away, trying to remedy this bad situation. But the mask hit the floor, you looked up to look him in his eyes, his mandibles clicking angrily as his head tilts in your direction.

He stomps to the side of the room and stares at his wall of armor.

"You don't need me I see, after I give you everything!," he roars, tossing his chest plate to the ground, the sound of metal hitting stone shook you to your core.

You crawled to the bottom of the nest and stared up at him with pleading eyes.

"Please no, I need you, I'm sorry I wasn't sure when you'd be home," you sputtered, reaching a hand out towards his.

He grabbed your hand, and with a swift motion of strength, you were pinned to the nest, his bare chest now pressed against yours, his face just inches from yours.

You could feel his hot breath on your skin as he growled and clicked in anger towards you. His grip on your arm pinning you under him, he used his other hand to remove his loin cloth.

"Perhaps I should punish you..." he growled, looking at your body up and down, taking it the subtle pink notes that now appeared as his skin touched yours.

"Please...I'm sorry", you whimpered, feeling his fangs glided across your neck.

"If I punished you, I would be giving you what you want"

"You don't have to..."

"But, if I don't punish you, I wouldn't be able to prove I'm better than your pathetic fingers!" he roared

His long tongue slithered out of his mouth, and you felt the warm pressing of it slide down your neck, you arched your back into it, moaning softly as his other hand gripped your thigh to hold you down.

He chuckled softly, as his tongue kept creeping down your body, tasting the sweat that oozed from your skin, his tongue slid into your belly button, and continued down south.

Soon, you felt the rough feeling of his tongue circling your cunt. You moaned feeling every bump of his long tongue, his fangs gently pinching your skin, as he began to lick your folds, savoring your flavor as if he hadn't had any water for days.

"Ah! Yidaar...." you whined, bucking your hips to his tongue

He chuckled and using both his hand held your hips down onto the furs. He began to quicken his laps, taking in every bit that oozes from your folds, you began to shiver, feeling a release coming, but it never came, and neither did you fucker >:D

You began to cry out at the lack of action at your kitty.

"Yidaar! Please," you pleaded, bucking your hips towards his face as he growled, a hungry growl.

"This is a punishment after all, I will make you wait," he teased, sitting up and revealing his whole cock to you, a small bead of nectar sitting pretty on top of it, his large hand began to stroke it, he used his other hand to beckon you with his finger.

Obliging his orders, you crawled up, placing a cheek to his thigh, he caressed your hair, gently tugging you away from his thigh, he positioned the tip on the kiss of your lips.

"Suck," he ordered,

You kissed his tip, licking it, and kissing the length of his shaft, and then turning to licking, until your face was sloppy, and it glistened with your saliva. Slowly you slid the tip into your mouth, and feeling it so wet in your mouth you began to move your head up and down his length, drool sliding down your chin onto your breasts.

"Look at me while you do it," he barked, forcing your eyes to look up at him. He looked at you with eyes of pure ecstasy, you made him feel so powerful, feeling your warm mouth on his cock, it was enough to make him fill your throat with his seed, but he has to restrain himself, as he found himself bucking himself deeper into your throat, you gagged a bit, but found your pace. Taking a free hand you began to fondle his balls, hearing his deep moans that started from his stomach and rose through his chest, it made your folds ooze with excitement. You kept sucking his cock, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat, drooling dribbling down onto the furs as he continued to fuck your face. He began to shake, and quickly removed himself from your mouth, yanking you by the hair.

"Ah!," you whined, feeling his claws grip your hair tightly, he pulled you to face him.

He purred as he looked into your eyes, looking you up and down, he growled a bit, tightening his grip into your hair, causing you to whine in pleasurable pain.

"I will breed you," he groaned, using his grip on your head, he spun you onto your hands and knees, positioning himself behind you.

You felt his hands grip your hips, as he lined his cock with your slick entrance.

"I can smell you arousal my love, it makes me feel powerful when your body begs for me like so..." he purred, massaging your thighs with his massive hands.

Before you could say anything, you could feel his tip stretching your cunt, a searing pain emanated your body, first painful, and then your body began to get used to his size, your body knew what to do, as it seemed you leaked slick fluids onto his cock. Just enough to slide him in, but not too much as to not be able to grip onto him. The pressure was immense, but it wasn't anything new to you.

He groaned in pleasure, and began to buck his hips into you from behind, hearing the slapping of your skin as your ass hit his crotch, his hand gripped into your thighs tightly, his claws pinching your soft skin.

You began to bury your face into the furs, crying out in pleasure, hearing the sweet wet slaps of your cunt hitting his balls, feeling the massive size of him slipping in and out of your body.

"Oh! Yidaar! OH! PLEASE! Oh!", you moaned, gripping onto the furs below you, your ass became red with the force he was plunging into you.

"That's right, cry out to the heavens, I am much better at pleasing you than those puny fingers of yours Ooman," he roared, as he rolled his hips into you. He mounted you, his arms now next to yours, his chest to your back, you could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck.

Feeling the pool of arousal build up in your stomach, you knew you were finally going to get a release, but you began to buck your hips back into him, he placed a stern hand on the back of your neck.

"Do not...", he growled, his drool falling onto your shoulders as he continued to pound your hole.

Feeling his body against yours, you could tell he was beginning to twitch, he wanted you to stop as his release was coming soon aswell. You decided to be a big greedy, and continued to push against his thrust, despite the tightening grip on your neck, you continued to buck back. You body began feeling the coiling tension within your walls, goosebumps appeared all over your body, as you began to shake and jolt, your orgasm rippled through your body, you cried out in absolute pleasure, your body went limp, but Yidaar had his own peak to reach.

He continued to pound on your overstimulated cunt, howling into the sky as his own orgasm shook him to his core, your pussy began to milk every last drop of his seed out of him, and he collapsed to the side of you, clicking his mandibles slightly as his heart rate began to slow down.

He turned to you and huffed.

"You did not listen my love, I will still have to punish you."

He sat up, seemingly unaffected by what just happened.

And he began to start round 2 with you.

#predator x reader #predator #yautja x reader #yautja

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