#also listen to liquid smooth

[bangobeep]

something wrong with him

#the editor #jazzpunk #my art [: #i was listening to liquid smooth and got beamed in the brain with visions #this is it!!!!! #ALSO as ive seen them coming back around and there's new people #thought id also take the chance to warn you not to interact with @/finnblanka #they're . a proper pshipper weirdo + among other horrors #stay safe!!!

[eribela]

I'm liquid smooth, come touch me, too

And feel my skin is plump and full of life

#the lady #little nightmares 2 #little nightmares #drawing #she was just girlbossing #in this house we support woman rights and wrongs #also everytime i listen to liquid smooth i think of her #i think it's becase of the theme of obsession with youth

[variousnumbers]

got my hair cut by a very sweet leather daddy today and i think it cured my depression a smidge

#he wore a thick-ass chain around his neck with like an INDUSTRIAL padlock as the pendant #lovely to chat with. also gave me a sick-ass fade #but like YEAH! FUCK YEAH! THIS DUDE IS MAYBE 15 YEARS OLDER THAN ME AND STILL UNABASHEDLY QUEER AND ALSO HOT AS HELL! #sometimes i listen to liquid smooth one too many times and have to be reminded that i’m not a ticking time bomb #yknow? 🤪

[justaaveragereader]

I Hate You

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Dom!Hwa, Toxic Hwa, Sadistic Hwa he’s just a huge red flag tbh , Mafia!Hwa, Hate Sex, Sub!Reader, Spit, Name Calling, Passing Liquid From One Mouth To Another, Degradation, Oral (Giving), Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Choking, Angsty, Manhandling, If I Missed Anything…👀Lemme Know👏🏼!

A/N: Hear me out…some about Hwa with a damn grill gone do it for me EVERY TIME! Him and that dang fur coat is giving mafia, if you disagree…you are blind. I was listening to Amy Winehouse ‘You Know I’m No Good.” and instantly thought of this for Hwa! Then I saw the unit pic him and Hongjoong took where Hwa is wearing black and white with that sleazy, smoldering look on his face and internally screameddddd! I swear ever since bouncy Hwa plagues my mind faithfully😔, I’m down bad fr. Also this isn’t fully proof read so if there is some mistakes…💀 my bad yall.

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“Fuck you Park Seonghwa.” You spit through gritted teeth, both cheeks squished between one of his lackey henchmen.

“Give me the word boss, and I’ll end her pretty ass right here.”

Letting out a deep chuckle, man spreading even further in his chair, long brown fur coat draping against his seated figure. Letting out a click of his tongue. He snaps his fingers, the henchmen immediately let go of you. Your figure smacks the floor with a loud thud.

“You do have quite the mouth on you.” He says through laughter. Mocking you, like you are the scum of the earth. His eyes cut through you like sharpened glass. Your eyes shoot up briefly taking in his figure. Shirt unbuttoned right below his pecks, showing quite a bit of skin. Adjusting himself, you realize he’s bricked up against his jeans, the fabric dancing with different material down both pant legs. Was this fucker really getting off seeing you in misery?!

“I like them mouthy, it turns me on.” Getting up from his lax state in the chair, he makes his way over to you. You clench your face in disgust as he walks closer to you, shoes echoing with each step. You’ve seen this man in the daylight, and would never assume he was a monster by night.

His henchmen stand still almost like toy soldiers. Not daring to move an inch. This single man held so much power in just his aura it felt almost suffocating. Intoxicating…he’s got the type of power you could get drunk off of. Flicking his head to the side the group of men quickly file out. Leaving you and Seonghwa alone in the back of the warehouse.

“You wanted to see me.” He pauses his sentence, lifting his hands up, turning in a slow circle so you can soak in his full presence.

“Bask it in princess, because here I am, in the flesh.” He says almost too cocky for your liking. Smacking your lips at his over the top response. You roll your eyes, finding anything but him to look at, refusing to stroke his god-like ego.

“Now the real question is, I heard you were looking for big ol’ bad me.” He says through a pout, inching his way closer and closer to you. He moved swiftly, and was just as smooth as a snake.

Squatting down to your level, he places his hand on your jaw making you look at him. Your eyes burn holes into his. Lips drawn up tightly, almost snarling at him like you are kind of wild animal. Your veins can’t help but be filled with hate for this man. You hate that you seek him out, you hate how perfect he is in your eyes, you hate how he can do no wrong, you hate how hard you fell for him. You aren’t supposed to fall for a man like Park Seonghwa, no one was supposed to fall for a man like Park Seonghwa.

“Why are you looking for me? Aren’t you done with me?” He says nonchalantly. You feel like he’s spitting on you, like he’s showing you nothing but disrespect, like you mean nothing to him.

“Shut the fuck up.” You grit out, trying your best to move your face out of his grip, but he’s stronger than you. Making your head swoon with his strength, he was a no good for nothing man, but you were drawn to him. A true damsel in distress.

“Ooo I like when you talk nasty to me, it gets me hard. Real hard…” he says practically breathless, clearly he was turned on. He had been bricked since he saw his men toss carry your fighting body in the warehouse.

“I fucking hate you.” You spit at him. Words laced with venom. Laughing in your face, this was your routine with him. You say you hated him, how you weren’t looking for him, which lead to fucking, and him kicking you out. You’ve both danced with routine before.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop asking about me, stop looking for me.” He says kindly, but you know there is another layer to his soft spoken words. He's so unbothered at your hate for him, so sick and twisted in the mind that it fuels his body. Your eyes just cut to him, before rolling, darting away from him again. You didn’t want to admit out loud, nor give him the satisfaction of admitting that you were looking for him.

“Don’t look away from me y/n.” He states firmly. Gripping your face tighter, eyes flickering with games beneath them. Your eyes shoot back to him, almost annoyed at him.

“You hate me so much right? Then quit asking for me, quit looking for me.” He spits, making you wince after each word he speaks to you. Your eyes water slightly, moving your eyes to look to the side you were not going to give him any satisfaction.

“I hate you more than you can imagine Park Seonghwa.” Your whisper out loud, he can hear the broken record playing in your voice. The routine you constantly bestow on him.

“You know who I am, and you know just exactly what I do. So don’t shed any tears for me.” Shoving your face slightly back, he stands up, moving to sit back back on his chair. You watch as his fur coat sways from side to side as he plants himself on his chair. That crooked smile of his, gracing his face. You were disposable to him.

Your eyes watch his every move, popping open a bottle of liquor he takes a swig, shooting it down his throat like it was water. Smacking his lips obnoxiously, as he keeps eye contact with you. It was a battle in dominance that you knew you would lose. Leaning back in his chair, with the bottle resting between his legs. Your eyes slowly trace his body, soaking in every thing about this twisted man. Your body screamed for this man, your heart cried for him. You feel a flush of heat in between your legs at his cocky demeanor. With each sip of liquor he takes, he makes sure to keep eye contact with you while he shoots the tart liquid down. You catch a sly smile of his before he tips the bottle to slowly drip liquid down his chest.

With his head slightly cocked back he watched you through hooded eyes. His Matz neck tattoo sticking out like a sore thumb.

“Go on now princess, lick it up.”

You watched as the liquor ran down his body, drenching his neck and abdomen. Your eyes flicked down to his stomach, slowly traveling up his neck, meeting his eyes. Park Seonghwa was no good, you knew he was no good, hell, even he knew he was no good but that didn’t stop you. It didn’t stop the feeling of need growing in your core. With a smack of your lips you get on your hands, as you were still on the floor, slowly making your ways towards him, degrading yourself even further for him. Hands coming up to rest against his clothed thighs. Hard on staring you right in the face, thick at the base, with a lean to one side. Your fingers brush over it, trailing the thick vein that pulsates. His grin takes over his whole face, checkmate.

While he’s slack against the chair, man spreading so you fit in between his legs, he looks down at you. Grill twinkling in the poor fluorescent lights, he looks like trouble. His eyes say more than his own words do.

“Go on now sugar, be a good girl and put that tongue to use.” He says through a small chuckle, chest vibrating with each laugh.

“I know that pretty mouth is good for more than saying how much you hate me.”

You lick your lips slightly, before inching your body closer to his, your heated tongue comes into contact with his abdomen. Licking the liquor that remained there. The flavors makes your mouth water, while liquor was never your vice. Park Seonghwa was. He grips the handles of his chair, the feeling of your warm, soft tongue on his skin was like a reward. You were practically waving the white flag in his face. He won, he always wins.

Your tongue dips between each individual ab muscle, making sure not to leave any inch of skin uncovered. He tasted like heaven, yet you know this was far from it. As you inched further down his body you come right below his belly button. His happy trail right beneath your tongue, eliciting a loud groan out of him. He comes to cup the back of your neck, encouraging you to go lower. The fur from his coat tickles the sides of your arms, fingers on the button of his jeans, giving him a once over again you pop the button. Shimmying his pants down to his thighs his hard cock springs out, of course he was going commando. You stare up at him in disgust, jealousy lies beneath your skin.

His hand grips the back of your neck firmly, almost like he’s a mother cat, snatching his kitten up. He stares at you from beneath his nose. Taunting you, getting off at your misery. His member jumps slightly at seeing you in such a distressed state.

“I knew you were coming today ma. I knew you were going to warm my cock, so I thought why not forgo the boxers.”

You swallow loudly, gulping down the jealousy you were harboring. You should feel dirty, disgusted at the fact he knew you’d warm his leaking cock. Yet you can’t help but feel a swell of pride in your chest. He was waiting on you.

“You must’ve been pretty excited to see me.” You say, not looking him in his eyes but your voice gives you away. The small cracks and whimpers that leave your mouth are enough to know he’s got you in his trap per usual.

His black hair framed his face perfectly, the poor lighting made him look like he descended from heaven. Gripping his hard cock, you move the pre cum around the tip of it. Letting the back of your neck go, he leans back, watching the scene in front of him unfold. The feeling of your soft padded thumb on the tip of his head made him let out a groan. Black hair falling in front of his face.

Gathering all the spit in your mouth you slowly let it drop on his cock, the cool contrast to his hot member has him hissing, like the true snake he is. You lower your body, your soft lips engulf the tip. Giving it a few sucks, tossing his head back he grips the arms on his chair so tightly you watch his knuckles turn white. You look up at him through your lashes, it’s like he has sensors any time your eyes are on him. Biting his lip he says through a breathy chuckle..

“It’s been a while ma, take it easy on poor me.”

Your pussy flutters at the thought of him not giving himself to anyone but you, women threw themselves at Seonghwa, hell, even men threw themselves at Seonghwa. Times like this are when your head gets filled with disappointment but your heart gets filled with joy. Popping off his cock you lick a stripe up his leaking member, tasting the saltiness of him. Your mind clouds with thoughts…were you the last person he was with? Did he truly wait for you? The thoughts are too loud in your head, and Seonghwa notices. Brushing a thumb over your cheek, it breaks the spell on you. Crashing you down to reality.

“I’m not doing this.” You whisper out, brushing your hands off on his fur coat. You stand up, dusting your knees off. Looking him straight in the eye.

“I’m not dealing with your mind games Seonghwa!”

Everytime you raise your voice a higher octave his cock bobs up and down. The spit still pooling on his waiting cock, wrapping his own hand around it, he slowly strokes himself up and down watching your frantic figure yell at him.

“Mind games? What mind games?”

“Fuck you Seonghwa! You know exactly what I’m talking about! You fuck with my mind! You tell me to stay away from you but then you fill my head saying shit like ‘oh it’s been a while’, you know exactly what you do!” Yelling so loudly it bounces off the warehouse walls, echoing down the room. Not caring if his tin soldiers hear. Letting out a quiet laugh he looks up at you through hooded eyes, eyes so pitch black they swallow up his pupil.

“You know what I am, you know exactly who I am.” He says while continuing to stroke his cock, getting hard at the thought of you yelling at him, causing such a big fuss for lil ol’ him.

“You are such a piece of shit you know that?”

Biting his lip he leans forward, almost taunting you. Stomach muscles contracted with how fast he was close to reaching his peak.

“You are all bark and no bite, you hate me so much. Always screaming how you hate me but you always come crawling back. You hate me or you hate the thought of being without me?” He says matter of factly, hitting the nail right on the head. Steam is practically radiating off your body. Letting out a huff you march over to him, snatching the liquor bottle from his side, taking a long drink from it, before hovering over him. Sticking out his tongue, you let the liquor splash into his mouth, and down his throat. Shoving his upper body back, you slap his hands away. Shoving your pants down to your ankles before stepping out of them. Ripping the shirt over your head. Placing each of your thighs on the outer side of his legs, hovering over his waiting member.

“You taste so good.” He says through a whisper, licking his lips, drinking down any leftover liquid you splashed in his mouth. Grabbing the empty liquor bottle he takes another swig, groaning as you slowly lower your sopping wet pussy onto his waiting cock. He fills you wall to wall. Deliciously just like the last time. Gripping you by the back of your neck, he brings you close to his face, the tips of your noses brush against each other.

“You know I’m trouble, you know I’m no good, but here you are on my cock. Admit it baby..” he says, slapping your ass cheek real hard with his free hand. Bringing your naked chest to his own, the bottom half of his shirt brushes your lower stomach, making your body liter with goosebumps. He was practically fully clothed while you were stripped down for him.

“You hate me so much because I’m all you want.”

Pulling you back by the neck so there is distance between the both of you. His hand grips your ass, beginning to move you slowly up and down his cock. The fill of him has your mind on cloud nine. You want to wipe that smirk off his face but you know he’s right. Your heart tugs when he’s near.

“I’m all you need, you want me to survive. Think I’m going to run away with you? Hang this life up for you?” He says through grit teeth, ending his sentence with a slight laugh, mocking you. Not even sparing to sell you a dream because you’ve already sold yourself one. You should’ve known by now you can’t change a man, and he was not just any man. He was Park Seonghwa. You start working your hips to meet his thrusts, picking up speed as your walls get custom to his thick size in your cunt.

Squelching noises fill the warehouse, you both are breathing each other in. His eyes glimmer every time you slam your hips down on him. Tossing his head against the back of the chair, he grabs both of your ass cheeks slamming you down even harder into his length, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each slam. Tossing your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself while you bounce around like a doll for him. Letting one of your ass cheeks go, he grabs the bottle of liquor.

Pouring it on your naked chest, he sticks his warm tongue against your heated skin, trying to slurp up the liquor that’s coated on your flesh. His cool lips, mixed with his warm tongue, has you mewling. Gripping the sides to his chair, you bounce faster up and down on his cock. Leaning your head back, you are in heaven right now. Licking a stripe up your neck, he laughs into your neck. You can feel him pulsate in your soft walls. The coolness of his grill has your pussy clenching down hard on him. He’s so deep in you that you can practically taste him in your mouth. The pleasure bringing you a whole new feeling has your eyes filled with tears of pleasure.

“Talked all that shit earlier, look at you now, bouncing on my cock like you have no fucking sense.”

You let out a pathetic cry, tilting your head back you try to take in as much air as you can. Every stroke up it feels like he’s knocking your lungs loose, your body burns with the constant need of this man. Biting your lip you look down at him through your lashes, trying your best to keep your eyes on him, scrunching your face, attempting to toss him a smug glare.

“Go on baby..fu-fuck. Tell me how much you hate me, it makes my dick hard.” He grits out with a chuckle watching you bounce up and down on his cock. Your hips still at the tip of his cock, as he clutches your ass, pistoning into you. The wet sound of his cock hammering away at you, has your eyes rolling, you are on the brink of an orgasm.

“Oh my god.” You moan loudly, nails digging into his clothes shoulders. Diving his face into your chest, he sucks and nips your skin, leaving small marks behind on the plush of your breast. Your mouth falls open, jaw going slack. Taking the opportunity he places his pointer and middle finger in your mouth, tugging down your jaw with his fingers.

“You are a fucking dick head.” You mumble out with your mouth full of his fingers, drool begins to pour landing over your breast that are flying in his face. His eyes briefly roll back, letting out a groan he pulls you closer to his face by your bottom jaw, wiggling his fingers in your mouth.

“Awww I’m a dickhead, yet you are drooling all over this dickhead.” He says through a chuckle, one harsh particular thrust has you practically biting down on his fingers. Letting out a low breathy moan, he removes his fingers from your mouth crashing his lips against yours, his grill clinking against your teeth. His hands travel to your ass again bouncing you faster. Your toes curl on the sides of his thighs, his grip on you is bruising, the wet skin slapping against his upper thighs. Tears fill your eyes once more at your orgasm building up

“I told you I was trouble, you know that I’m no good but look at you, bouncing on my cock like a bitch in heat.” He moans against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip, running his tongue along it, the taste of him on your mouth was sending you over. Tears overflowing from the pressure build up.

“Go on, tell me how much you hate me.” He grits wrapping a hand on the back of your neck in a possessive manner.

“Because you do, right? Hate me so much you wanna cry on this cock every night.” Slapping your ass harshly, feeling his heated hand print stinging on your skin you let out a choked out moan.

“Go on, tell me, I wanna hear you say it again. It turns me on.” He moans out, hips continuing into you, tears stream down your face, landing on his heated skin.

“I-I ha-hate you.” You say breathlessly, gripping his shoulders tighter. Your orgasm is at its tipping point with the way his cock is brushing against your cervix. Slapping your ass hard once more.

“Louder!”

“I ha-hate y-.”

“I can’t hear you!”

“I fucking hate you Park Seonghwa!” You scream at your orgasm tips over, clutching your fists into his shirt, hips immediately stopping, you fall over into Seonghwa chest pressed tightly against his very own while his hips continue to slam into your sopping cunt, your juices rolling down, soaking his jeans. Tossing his head back, his grip on you is bruising.

“Fuck Seonghwa, please!” You whimper out, your body is overly sensitive after your intense orgasm, and his bruising pace is making you more delirious.

“Fuck! Yes, yes yes!” His yells echoing in the entire warehouse without a second thought. With one final slam into your cunt he’s cumming deep in you, hips jerking up every couple of seconds to make sure you take every drop of him. His hands jiggle the meat off your flesh, before lightly rubbing where his bruising grip was.

Your heavy breathes are all that fill the room, pushing off his chest slightly, you groan at the feeling of his cum trickling out of you and around his member.

“You are so fucking stupid. I swear you are.”

He looks at you with one eye open, while the other remains shut from his post orgasmic bliss. With a deep chuckle, he pushes his black hair out of his face. Grabbing your chin between his fingers, bringing you close to his face. You stare him directly in the eyes, before the shimmer from his grill catches your eye.

“If you want me again for round two that’s all you have to say.” He whispers against your lips.

“Oh please, I barely enjoyed myself.” You say shoving him back by the chest, carefully removing yourself from his lap. You can feel his cum start to run down your inner thighs. Cutting your eyes at him you tug on the sleeve of his fur coat. Barely moving an inch he laughs at your frazzled state, pulling up his pants he buttons them again, watching your naked body move around quickly to find your clothes and put them on.

Just as you are buttoning your own pants. You hear the warehouse door slam open, the orange fur from the coat immediately catching your eye. Hongjoong is back…

“Oh..did I interrupt?” Hongjoong says, clearly unamused at Seonghwas actions.

“Hongjoong! You’re back early!” Seonghwa says, voice full of cheer.

Buttoning your pants all the way up, turning around all they see is the back of your shirt and pants as you walk away, feet practically stomping with each step.

“Fuck you Park Seonghwa!” You scream out, echoing so Hongjoong can hear.

“Seonghwa..” Hongjoong says quietly scolding him.

“Oh don’t you worry Hongjoong, she’ll be back!” He yells loudly, making sure that you hear him. Turning around you flip him off before continuing to stomp out of the warehouse.

“She always comes back..” he whispers quietly to himself as he watches your fleeing figure.

DO NOT REPOST.

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[princessbrunette]

being the spoiled, ex prom queen, cheerleader, kook princess — who also happens to be rafe cameron’s toxic ex girlfriend.

you had to give credit where it was due. since you’d dumped rafe, he’d stepped his game up. you didn’t know how he did it, where he got all the money and the alleged gold, but you had to say, you were impressed. you knew he hoped you’d be watching his moves, knew it was most likely to impress you. turning up to one of his infamous tanny hill parties alone was a weak moment on your end, but you’d be damned if you were going to let him know that.

heads turn when you enter, not just because you were the infamous ex girlfriend, but because you looked good— and you wouldn’t have it any other way, stepping through the crowd confidently holding back a giggle at the sight of rafe boredly talking to a girl who looked like she’d taken a dip into your wardrobe. cute.

as soon as he sees you, he’s doing a double take — quickly pointing her in the direction of his friend and all but shooing her away, attempting to seem nonchalant all at the same time. you take your cue, walking over to him already holding an air of mischief, given away by the impish smile you wear.

“can i help you with something?” he drawls, but he can’t help the way the corner of his lips turn upward, or the way his eyes rake over your little outfit.

“mm, i don’t know. thought i’d swing by for old times sake, see what you were up to.” you sigh, eyes dragging down to his button up shirt, your hand reaching out to fiddle with a button. “this is cute.” you add on quietly.

“you think i don’t know that face? you want something so… out with it, please.” he blinks at you, going to remove your hand from him but he holds onto it.

“i can’t just say hi?” you bat your eyelashes with obvious faux innocence, tilting your head. “came here ‘cos i’m bored. play with me.” you step closer, not removing your doe eyes from him for a second as you invade his space. he sucks in a breath of self restraint, shifting on his feet.

“play with— that what you’re doin’ now? finally settin’ that pride aside for some dick, do i have that correct? you—you know i heard you were fucking on that maybank kid. so what… he not doin’ it for you? hm?” he stares down at you, eyes hanging low at the lust he was holding back.

“where’d you hear that? you keeping tabs on me rafey? that’s sweet.” you pur, smoothing his linen shirt down with your hands, manicured nails scratching him lightly through the fabric.

“people talk, alright?” he breaks his gaze, mainly to look around to see if any of his friends were watching him act like a total pussy whipped bitch over his ex.

“hmm. thought it was above you to listen to rumours. anyway, who said i want anything for myself? maybe i miss doing other things.” you defend, voice soft and velvety as a feather. to sell your point, your stand on your tiptoes, pulling him in closer to speak quietly into his ear. your glossed lips graze his jaw as you speak, leaving your pink mark on him. “c’mon daddy, just let me suck it a little. don’t you miss it?” you all but moan, and he licks his lips before his eyes flutter in irritated self control, nostrils flaring.

“you know it’s — it’s not fair to play with me like that. just… toying around with me when you’re bored. it’s sick, okay? you understand that?” he complains, pants tightening involuntarily.

you giggle, reaching behind him to the drinks table and plucking out a straw before dropping it into his drink and taking it out his hand, sucking the harsh liquid through the straw for a moment, “fine… you really want me to go… i’ll go.” you spin on your heel, taking one smug step before he winces at his own decisions, looking around and following you closely.

“shit, wait— okay?” he blurts and you freeze, slowly spinning back to him with a smile. he stares at you for a beat, lips parted in thought before he speaks. “are you… actually fucking jj maybank?”

you stare, thinking up a response before you look around. “does it matter? where’s your little girlfriend anyway?” there’s some victory for him, because he can hear the bitterness in your tone. he takes another step forward, lips pursed.

“shes not my girlfriend, a’ight? and — and yes it matters. okay? shit, seems like you’re keeping tabs on me. you know if you miss me you can just use your damn words.”

“miss you? my friend said she saw you sitting in your car alone blasting bryson tiller. you miss me.” you bite back a laugh and he closes the space between you until there was barely a gap between your bodies, the oldest cameron looming over you.

“gonna deny it, huh? saying… you don’t miss me?” he challenges and you widen your eyes up at him, switching the innocent act on once more.

“miss you? but you were so mean? how could i miss that? i do however, miss this.” your hand snakes down his stomach and cups his alarmingly hard bulge through his pants making him tense up, looking around before smacking your hand away.

“chill — yeah? we’re in public, i don’t know if you realised.”

“so let’s go somewhere more private.” you propose, staring him down. he knows if he does, it’ll only be you that gets what you want — but he can’t resist, pressing his lips together with a nod.

“fine, okay. shit… such a little brat, ‘know that?”

“mhm, you love it.” you grin, letting him lead you through the house to the bedroom upstairs.

#toxicex!reader #spoiledkookprincess!reader #rafe cameron prompt #exbf!rafe

[diorcities]

⠀   ⠀ ── 𖨂 ˖ ࣪◞ 🌞 ˊˎ - hair wash day !

nct dream sfw headcanon. library

jeno loves taking care of your hair. he's so gentle when you finally let him wash it. the tips of his fingers smoothing the knots and entertaining himself massaging your scalp. it's almost impossible not to fall asleep in the tub, especially when he's humming and talking to you in the softest voice he can afford. he's basically telling you about his day and saying sweet nothings and you'd still like the way his husky voice sounds; he's able to send you to sleep almost immediately.

mark feels a little embarrassed because he hasn't been taking care of his hair lately. i think it would take you a long time to convince him to let you wash his hair, but when he does, the guy becomes liquid under your touch. lots of random moans because he likes to tease you, but deep down he's loving it. he likes when you put your own products in his hair while he carefully listens to you rant about how to take care of it.

smiling and giggling like fools while washing each other's hair with jisung. simultaneously applying shampoo and massaging the scalp, looking like two fools in the tub. it makes you both nervous so much intimacy, cheeks tinged pink and sore because you can't stop smiling. he even takes the opportunity to cradle your face in his hands, eyes shining with worship; you don't realize he's done a funny hairstyle with the foam.

jaemin knows how tired you get when you wash your hair on your own. this time, you let him take over because he wants to take care of you. he makes it look so simple that you can't stop it from becoming a habit; as long as he wants to, which means all the time. he likes it. thinks it's soft. thinks it's pretty. also when he finishes he has the opportunity to bury his nose and smell it, it's his favorite thing.

it's messy to wash haechan's hair because he moves around a lot. he gets clingy pretty fast. he kisses you. try to hold your hands even though they're busy rinsing the shampoo out of his soft hair. he wants you to get in the tub with him, but you remind him that you've already taken a shower, maybe another time. after that, he doesn't stop sabotaging your attempts to stay dry, which makes shampoo get into his eyes.

chenle is aware that you don't like to wash your hair in front of him because you usually have to straighten it out later, and you feel very self-conscious; taking the first step to wet him in front of him feels vulnerable. all you want is to like him, which ends up with him comforting you over and over again that there's no need for you to try too much, he'll still love your hair in any shape or form it's in.

hair masks and everything else when it's wash day with renjun. lots of talk while letting the product work on the hair. it's very romantic, there's even wine and crackers and candles. you like to make beards with the foam, then your fingers end up looking like raisins because you lose track of time. your hair always ends up smelling the same.

#nct dream fluff headcanons #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream soft hours #nct dream reactions #mark fluff #haechan fluff #jeno fluff #jaemin fluff #renjun fluff #jisung fluff #chenle fluff #♡dream

[elfy-elf-imagines]

— Elven Instinct | Legolas Greenleaf *✧･ﾟ

▹ Pairing: Legolas x Reader

▹ Genre: Fluff

▹ Words: ~2.1k

▹ Summary: When you know, you know. There's no other way to explain it.

▹ Note: I listened to Margaret by Lana on repeat while writing this, 10/10 recommend. Also, unedited because it's 2am and I want to SLEEP.

You’d met Legolas early spring when the winds were still bitter and the frost was beginning to melt. 

The moon was high and the chatter was mellow, the defeat of Sauron still fresh in everyone's memory. He’d been wearing his ceremonial armor and you a white dress. The jewels you wore shimmered like stars and your eyes shone like moonlit water. A human woman from a minor noble house, you never expected catching the eye of the elven prince that helped save the realm.

Legolas’ eyes followed you intently, entranced by your sweet voice and the slight creases around your eyes when you smiled. It had been three times your eyes had met and after the third time, Legolas found the courage to approach, downing his glass and leaving it behind. His hands trembled and a lump formed in his throat, but he’d kick himself later if he didn’t try. The pathway to you seemed miles long, the rest of the crowd blind to Legolas; it was as if a single light was guiding his way to you. His blood rushed and his heart raced; tingles lit his body up.

It was no shock when Legolas was a few feet away. You noticed him approaching, of course, you were entirely too aware of him and his lingering eyes. Liquid courage was found in a glass of wine that was sweet and tarte all at once. The alcohol caused your cheeks to flush but you knew the prince's presence would make them flush brighter. The alcohol would be a good excuse for the blush you’d soon have.

The noise in your mind grew hush once the elven prince stood before you. He smelled warm and fresh, well groomed and oiled with a hint of a woodsy scent. The smoothness of his features were nearly off putting, but the shy grin on his face was anything but unnerving. The tips of your fingers fiddled with the fabric of your dress and Legolas’ hands were clasped in front of him. Nervous and awkward, neither of you were sure how to proceed.

It was silent for a moment, replaced by the fumbling of the two of you speaking over each other. With the realization, the words were cut short and silence fell over the air. Your eyes fell to the floor and your teeth worried your lips while Legolas’ cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. 

“Apologies, my prince--”

“I insist my lady, you first--”

Another bout of silence. Neither of you could remember how casual conversation worked. You peeked at him through your lashes, a small giggle slipping past your lips. It made Legolas ease his stiff posture, melting into the sound of your voice. 

“May I have your name, my lady.” He couldn’t recall being so shy when speaking with a woman. All the confidence age and skill brought was drained from his body; he was an elfling fumbling over his own feet.

“It is Y/N. I would ask for yours, but I believe that question is redundant.”

“Am I so well known?”

Your grin widened in a way that would make your mother grimace. 

“One of the heroes who saved Middle Earth and the son of the King of the Woodlands?” There was a hint of teasing in your tone, lips curled into a slight smirk. “I perhaps heard your name a time or two.”

Legolas laughed, eyes shut and head slightly tossed back. A stray ray of light hit his head, illuminating him with a halo above his head. “I suppose my reputation does precede me, but I feel like we’re standing on uneven ground. You know more of me than I do of you.”

Some of the nerves that made you feel fluttery and sick began to disappear. His easy and smile and comforting aura felt as same as the childhood nativity you clung to. He put stars in your eyes in a way no one else ever had.

“I’m afraid my life is dull in comparison to the other attendees of this party.” 

The half smile on Legolas’ face contorted into a much softer appearance. Eye bright and voice low, it sent shivers down your spine.

“I dare say you are more so memorable.” 

Your lashes fluttered and your breath got caught in your throat. Subtly, you pinched the side of your thigh, sending a prayer of gratitude to whatever god led you to this moment. A shy giggle bubbled from behind your closed lips. Emboldened from the haze the wine created, you leave a feather light touch over Legolas’ shoulder. 

“A bold statement considering you’ve hardly known me a day.”

Legolas smiled at your quick retort, leaning towards your body, his head tilted down to see you better. 

“They say an elves' instincts are never wrong.” 

You raised a single brow in response, a coy smile tugging at the corner of your lips. All thoughts of formality and proprietary thrown out. 

“And your instincts say I’m memorable?” 

Legolas paused for a moment before continuing.

“Well when you know, you know.”

Unsure of how to react, a small bout of laughter left your mouth. The rest of the night was spent with Legolas at your side. Even as nobles singing his praises and vying for the favor of an elven prince, Legolas never strayed too far. With a polite smile and nod of the head, he would quickly dismiss the well-wishers in favor of returning his attention to you. 

The night passed far too quickly, and with the blink of an eye you found yourself in the isolation of your room with your blankets pulled to your chin. Behind your closed eyes, your thoughts and dreams were nothing but Legolas and a life you were certain was too far from your grasp. 

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The crisp spring air was traded for balmy, long summer nights. The world began to return to normal, all that Mordor and Sauraman destroyed slowly being rebuilt. The coronation of the king was approaching, the heroes of Middle Earth lingering in Gondor, including Legolas.  

 You hadn’t spoken since your first meeting, but he was everywhere you looked. Walks through the city, visits to the Keep, or wandering through the gardens; it didn’t matter where you were, he was everywhere. To his credit, he made it seem as if he was a subject of fate and not the mastermind setting the chess board. 

And the board was currently being reset in a small nook overlooking the city. The queen sat in front of a stone table with a book while the king lingered around the edges, unsure of how to approach. 

“I began to think you were a ghost I’d imagined.” You spoke quietly and wet the tip of your finger. Flick. Your eyes began to scan the new page of your book. 

From the corner of your eye you saw Legolas take the free chair directly across from you. His hands rested on the table, fingers intertwined. 

“Why’s that?” 

A slight smirk appeared on your lips, barely visible over your book. Finishing the sentence you were reading, you shut the book and set it on the table. Eye to eye, you took in Legolas’ appearance. His casual leathers had been traded in for formal attire, a delicate silver circlet resting above his brow. Gods did he look beautiful. 

“You seem to be everywhere I am, yet this is the first time you’ve approached.”

Legolas stared at you a moment; a slight furrow of his brow in response to the tilt of your head and sly grin. “I approached you at the celebration.” 

“The first and only time, if we don’t take this moment into consideration.” 

Legolas narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, a grin pulling on his puzzled expression. 

“You seem perfectly capable of starting a conversation and entirely aware of when we were in a room together.” The implication of his words weren’t lost on you, a slight flush betraying your embarrassment. You were entirely too aware of him. 

“And how improper would that be?” You feigned a scandalized appearance, lightly swatting Legolas’ hand. “A minor noble woman approaching an elven prince? My mother would die from the embarrassment that scandal would cause.” 

Legolas laughed; a short and sweet one that made his eyes turn to crescents. There was a flutter in your stomach and a misbeat of your heart. For a moment your eyes glazed over, not aware what Legolas was saying if he was speaking to begin with. He looked entirely too beautiful, his eyes too blue to be natural. Elves were supposed to be supernaturally beautiful, but none of the other elves wandering the keep were as beautiful as him.  

“Ahh.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth, the sound pulling you from the spell he cast. “How foolish of me to overlook that detail. In the future I will be sure to start all conversations, lest the public get the wrong idea.” 

“A relief to hear you have agreed to stop silently stalking me. And they claim chivalry to be a dying behavior.” You rolled your eyes, the grin on your face dulling any snark in your words. 

Your eyes returned to Legolas, the easy silence hanging over the two of you. The air was calm, sans a nervous fog over Legolas’ eyes. What was there to be worried over? The war was over, Sauron was defeated. You tried to remember what could be a cause of worry, but your mind came up empty. Even the remaining orcs were being hunted down and slain.

“But I’m sure that reassurance isn’t why you’re here.” You broke the silence, Legolas’ attention snapping back towards you. “What worried you?” 

“I am to return home soon.” 

Your mouth was parted, unable to hide the disappointment on your face.

“Oh.” The word was uttered so quietly you weren’t certain it was actually said. Of course he would go home, he’s a prince with duties to his people. It’s not as if there would be anything to keep him here after the King’s coronation next week. 

“I wish you a safe journey.” 

The tips of your fingers tapped against the smooth stone. 

“You mistake me. It is expected of me to return home shortly after Aragorn’s coronation, but I am unsure if it is what I want to do.” 

A slight furrow of your brows betrayed your confusion, but before you could open your mouth, Legolas continued to speak. 

“We have not spoken nearly as much as I would’ve liked during my stay here, a predicament I understand to be a making of my own, but I--” He cut himself off, eyes lowering to the ground as he shook his head. 

Oh.

The realization came with a bright red hue painting your cheeks. All this time, you never once considered the elven prince had affections for you. Each time you’d been in the same room, same hall, or same street, it never occurred to you he was building the courage to speak with you again. Had your first meeting had such an effect on him? Could he possibly get as fluttery and nervous as you do?

“I would like the chance to get to know you, Lady Y/N, and in time perhaps court you.” 

Like a starstruck idiot, you stared at Legolas with wide eyes and parted lips. You could hear the blood rushing in your ears and in the distance there were birds singing, or maybe you’d just imagined that.

Legolas began to drum his fingers against the table, nervous eyes unable to meet yours. You’d been silent for too long, you realized. He may be getting the wrong idea. To assuage whatever fears were building within his head, you reached your hand out and placed it over him. It brought his attention back to you; wide eyed and flushed face he looked ages younger than he really was. 

“I would love for the chance to get to know you beyond the surface level.”

Like dawn brightening the landscape, Legolas’ face lit up. Any petty fears or worries were banished from his expression. He brought his free hand to rest it atop your other free hand. He squeezed your hand three times before pulling them away. After a moment you hear the soft pad of footsteps on the ground. 

A chair skids across the ground as Legolas stood from his seat, outstretching a hand towards you. “Perhaps the lady would grant me a walk through the halls?”

Gently, you stood from your seat, placing your hand in the crook of his arm. 

“Lead the way my prince.”

#legolas imagine #legolas x reader #lotr imagine #lord of the rings imagine #legolas #legolas oneshot #legolas greenleaf #tolkien #lotr #middle earth imagines #lotr movies #lord of the rings oneshot #lord of the rings #legolas fluff #mirkwood elves #lotr fanfic #lotr elves

[twice-inamillion]

Lips

Smut (teasing, sex, pussy spanking, fingering, deep penetration, throat fucking, gagging, dom/sub, creampie )(Chaeyoung’s first tattoo)

Chapter 215

3700 Words

(Chaeyoung and OC stay in Manila after the concert. Chaeyoung wants to get her first tattoo as a sign of her bond with the members. You both use this opportunity to have some fun.)

With the members back in Korea after the Twicelights concert in Manila, you and Chaeyoung stay an additional two days. It was a last-minute thing in which Chaeyoung begged Jihyo if you could stay with her. It took some convincing for her to agree, but only if she listened to everything you said. She eagerly agreed and kissed her on the cheek as a thank you. Jihyo pulls you to the side and tells you not to let her out of your sight, “Since it’s Chaeyoung, you need to be extra careful, but also have fun,” and winks at you.

Later that night…

You’re getting ready to shower when you see Chaeyoung pass by with a plate of strawberries and places it on the coffee table. Wearing her short shorts, she bends over, giving you a small glimpse of her smooth cunt. You can’t help but want to tease her, “Can you pass over some strawberries?”

“Yeah,” and turns around to give you few a strawberries. You pull her towards you, “Omg… Oppa, what are you doing?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know. You’re dressed up like this, with no panties on and you expect me not to do anything?” She moans to the touch of your fingers, tracing her lower lips. “Ahh… Oppa, you’re making me horny.”

“I’m barely touching it and you’re already this wet?” With I nserting one finger can you see how wet she already is. “Look, you’re already leaking,” as you show her the nectar on your finger.

Like a kitten, she licks your finger clean of her nectar, “I taste yummy.”

“How about some fun? It’s just the two of us,” giving her a smirk.

“Anything you want, I’m up for it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, it’s been a while since you played with me.” Without a thought she starts to take off her oversized shirt, exposing her small breasts.

You take one of her nipples into your mouth. It’s different from what you’re used to but still good enough to play with.

Chaeyoung moans to your suckling and plays with her breast. She pinches her other nipple, “Keep sucking on my tits, Oppa.”

You tease her by licking her nipple with your tongue, which causes her to moan. You wait until she’s comfortable and take a small bite, making her yelp, “Ouch… that hurts!”

You nibble and bite, switching every so often until you’re satisfied. Once you’re done, you detach yourself and see your bite marks on her nipples.

“Ouch, you’re mean. You bit me, and now they are tender.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s going to be tender,” as you grab Chaeyoung and pull her towards you.

You sit on the bed and get her on your lap with her legs wide open. “Wait, what are you doing?”

“I want you to see yourself cum” as you get her legs towards the large mirror. You give her no time to react as you insert your middle and ring finger inside her cunt. Chaeyoung roars when you thrust your fingers inside her rapidly.

Chaeyoung tightens up her body, making her walls close up on your fingers. You struggle to move until you pinch her little nub, which makes her jerk around and loosen up.

You use the opportunity to start over and pick up the pace. Chaeyoung struggles to keep still as she moves around from the pleasure. “Ahh fuck! You’re going to make me cum, you’re going too fast!”

Chaeyoung tries to push your hand away, but you swipe it off. “Don’t make it harder than it’s supposed to be. Just enjoy it” and pick up the pace.

As time goes by, her walls loosen up and constrict, adoring your fingers until she jerks around. “Oh fuck! I’m cumming!”

Her body begins to shake, and you struggle to keep your fingers inside. You feel the warm liquid gush out of her as she violently trembles. You take your soaked fingers and place them by Chaeyoung’s face.

You insert your two fingers into her mouth, making her taste her own nectar. “You’re such a dirty little slut.”

“I’m a little slut for you,” she says as she continues to lick your fingers clean.

Since the two of you are alone, you want to use this opportunity to have a little bit of fun. You remember looking at some content on how to increase your partner’s sexual experience and remember a part that you wanted to try out.

After licking your fingers clean, you make your way back towards Chaeyoung’s pelvis area and rub her cunt once more. She moves her hips around, enjoying the pleasure of your hands.

This continues for about a minute until you decide to change this up. You stop rubbing her cunt and give her a small but firm slap. Chaeyoung looks at you confused but tilts her head back, signaling you to continue. You repeat the process once more, again and again.

She doesn’t seem to reject it and instead welcomes the strange feeling of her cunt being slapped. Her hips move to her to the rhythm of your slapping.

After a while, you increase the strength of your slap, your hand against her soaked flesh. Chaeyoung moans to the strange signals being sent to her body. The sense of pain and pleasure is both toxic and addicting for her. Her body instinctively produces more nectar as you increase the strength of her cunt.

“Ahhh… I feel so hot. Harder… harder, please!”

Your rhythm increases again, and notice the leaking pussy beginning to turn slightly red.

“You’re such a slut, Chaeyoung. I can’t believe you’re getting turned on by me slapping your pussy. Let’s pick up the pace and give you a real treat.”

You increase strength into your slap, much harder than before. Every time your hand comes in contact with her cunt it jiggles. Instead of her pleasurable moaning, you hear her moan in pain.

“That’s how I like seeing you.”

“Ouch… you’re being rough.”

“You want my cock, right? That’s your goal.”

Chaeyoung nods her head, “Yeah, I want it.”

“Then stay put and enjoy this little treat. I know you’re going to enjoy it much better after this.”

You raise your hand once more and hit her cunt which makes her yell in pain. You count to three and smack her once more.

This continues for about ten minutes, and at this point, Chaeyoung is a complete mess. Her pussy is entirely red and tender from your hand. Just teasing her lips with your fingers makes her body quiver.

She grabs your hand and says, “Please stop; it stings,” with tears running down her face.

You caress her face and say, “Okay, this is the last one.”

Hearing you say that makes her feel relief and loosen up her body, but that quickly changes as you insert your fingers inside her swollen cunt and thrust quickly inside of her.

“No!!! It hurts…. Ahhh… fuck…”

You continue to finger fuck her inside, feeling the tightness of her walls. Her yelps of pain slowly turn into pleasure as she reaches her peak.

“Ahh… ahh… I’m cumming!”

Chaeyoung’s whole body shakes violently, her back arching back and eyes rolling back as she enjoys her orgasm.

You slowly get off the bed and walk towards her spent-up body. “Fuck, Chae, you look out of breath, but now it’s my turn to use you like a proper sleeve.”

Chaeyoung struggles to lift her head and just gives up. Like a rag doll, you move her body in the proper position.

With your right hand, you grab your thick cock and give it a few pumps to get it to its full length. Chaeyoung eyes you, gives you a weak smile and accepts her fate.

You can’t help but tease her body once more before enjoying the main course and trace your finger up from her navel down to her swollen cunt. She shivers at your touch and growls when you split her lower lips open with your two fingers.

You feel the heat emanating from her precious area and place your mouth above its entrance. You give her a deep but slow lick, tasting her sloppy insides. Chaeyoung moans out loud as you collect her nectar in your mouth.

“Not going to lie, but you taste damn good.” She lifts her head and gives you a faint smile before crashing back on the bed.

Now, it’s time for the main course. You stand in front of Chaeyoung and pull her towards you. Splitting her legs wide open, you align yourself in her tendered pussy. You insert the tip of your cock, spreading her swollen pussy lips apart.

“Fuck… it hurts,” growls Chaeyoung.

Seeing her complain gets you even more turned on. In one thrust, you shove your whole length, making Chaeyoung scream in pain. “Fuck, your pussy feels much tighter.”

She doesn’t respond as she’s trying to adjust to this new feeling, but you don’t allow her to. Instead, you start off with hard and rapid thrusts while having a firm grip on her small waist. Your body and balls smacking against Chaeyoung’s swollen body which makes her scream.

You don’t know how much time has passed, but eventually, Chaeyoung got used to the pain and is now turned on by it. You place her in a mating press and see how much of a mess your sleeve really is. Her eyes roll back while mumbling incomprehensible words as she gets fucked like the doll she is.

It isn’t until you give her one last hard thrust that she begs for you to breed her womb. “Please cum in me. Breed my womb! Fill me with your thick seed!”

Like a good master, you give her a reward and pump her with your seed. Chaeyoung trembles as she feels her womb filling up to the brim.

“What a fantastic view” when you pull your cock out. With a gaping hole of where your cock was just before a thick coat of cum comes oozing out of Chaeyoung’s swollen cunt.

After recuperating for a few minutes, she lifts her head and gives you a smile. “That was so good.” She crawls on the bed towards you and grabs your cock. She kisses the base of your cock just before licking your shaft.

“Aww, my poor little kitten still wants some more. Isn’t that right?”

Chaeyoung nods and meows.

“Okay, if you want some more of these, then lay on your back with your head on the edge of the bed,” as you wave your cock in front of her like a toy.

Chaeyoung, now on the edge looks at you with hungry eyes. She sticks her tongue out, ready for her treat. “You’re so cute, here have a taste,” as you smack your cock against her cheeks. You smack her right cheek, then her left one, leaving a trail of cum behind.

You align your cock to her mouth, just an inch away from her thick lips, and see how much Chaeyoung wants this. With both hands holding her face you slowly insert your cock inside her mouth, “Fuck, your mouth feels so warm. I can definitely get used to this.” She takes you inch by inch and you see the outline of your cock in Chaeyoung’s throat. The sight of your cock making her throat bulge turned on, “Let’s see how far you can go,” and insert your whole length. You hold face for what feels like twenty seconds and pull out, making Chaeyoung catch her breath. “I guess we don’t need any lube,” seeing your cock with a thick coat of salvia.

Chaeyoung looks at you and sees your smirk, already knowing what’s to come. She takes a deep breath, opens her mouth, and feels your cock making its way to her throat. She thinks to herself that she has misses being your toy, the times you would fuck her without mercy. Now she’s here with you and won’t miss this opportunity to have some fun. She grabs your thighs and gives it a nudge, signaling you to be rough.

“Oh, I see... someone can’t wait. Okay, here it goes,” and you hold her face firm and begin to thrust rapidly. With your cock coated with a thick layer of salvia, it makes it easier for you, “Fuck, you really have a mouth pussy.”

Your eyes meet as you thrust, and you can see how much she loves being dominated by you. It’s one of her many kinks, the feeling of being a toy for someone much bigger than her. The same goes for you; the size between the two of you is somewhat vast as she's the smallest member. She’s also one of the few people you can go all out with, as the rest aren’t as free-minded as her.

You continue to face fuck her, making a bulge in her throat as you thrust rapidly. This continues for about ten minutes, allowing some breaks in between to let her catch her breath. With a messy smile, she says, “I want you to hold me tight. Don’t let go and pump that cum down my throat.”

She lays back down, and you insert yourself once more. Your fuck her slowly, making her wait with anticipation. It is when she tries to catch her breath you decide plant yourself deep inside. With her head hanging from the edge of the bed and your balls on her face, she tries to calm herself.

She counts each second in her head, “1,2,3…40,41,42…68,69,70…”. It’s been over a minute, and she's starts to get uncomfortable. With your body on top of her face, she can’t catch her breath or even see. Her mouth constricts with the amount of saliva in her mouth, and she is starts to panic. She tries to keep herself calm, but her body is warning her that she needs to get some air. Eventually, her gag reflexes come up, which makes this worse, especially with your length.

You feel Chaeyoung’s throat tightening like it’s asking you to fill her with cum. Her nose is also rubbing against your balls, which is makes you slowly reach your peak. “Damn, she’s lasting longer than last time, let's make this more exciting.”

You switch things up and start to face fuck her again. Chaeyoung begins to make gagging noises, which gets you off. You increase your pace and feel her drool falling on your feet; you look down and see Chaeyoung’s watery red eyes. “Aww, you’re such a good girl, just a little more.” She nods her head side to side as if she’s telling you to stop but you know that she can still go. You plant yourself once more, holding her head tightly. Chaeyoung starts to panic and can feel your cock throbbing which is makes her gag even more.

“You fuckin sleeve, take my cum. Make sure you drink all of it!” A wave of thick cum pumps down Chaeyoung’s throat and directly into her tummy.

Chaeyoung feels your hot cum flowing directly into her stomach and tries to drink as much as possible, but there is no end to it. With the amount of cum getting pumped into her, she panics more, tilting her head and allowing the cum to run to her mouth. Little by little, the amount of cum accumulating in her mouth is seeping down her lip and into her nose. She tilts her head side to side in hopes for it to run down in another way, but she has no luck.

Chaeyoung grabs your leg and pokes at it, signaling you to pull out, but you’re in the middle of your orgasm. Her poking switches to pinches and then slaps on your legs as she starts to lose consciousness. You look down and see Chaeyoung’s mascara completely ruined from the tears, her eyes in and out of consciousness. You pull out your cock with a loud pop, and a mixture of cum and salvia comes oozing out. Chaeyoung is now a complete mess with cum all over her face, nostrils, and a puddle of cum in her mouth. You gently slap her face, “Good job, baby girl.”

With a faint smile, she slowly gets up, wipes her nose, and takes a deep breath. She shows you the large puddle of cum in her mouth, twists her tongue around, lets it cover her thick lips, before eventually drinking it. “Ahh… see, i drank most of it,” and gives you a smile. You caress her face and kiss her forehead. The two of you head to the shower and continue to have fun throughout the night.

You wake up with Chaeyoung next to you completely in the nude. You can’t help but admire your work, the markings on her breast, her navel, and her lower lips. You get up and make breakfast for the two of you.

“Thank you for the food. It’s so yummy!”

“You’re welcome. Are you ready for today?”

“Yes, my appointment is in the afternoon, so we have a bit of time.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Just a little, but more excited than anything else.”

“Do you know what you are going to get?”

“Hmm.. I have some thoughts, but I’ll see when we get there.”

After breakfast, the two of you get ready and head out to Chaeyoung’s appointment to get her first tattoo. She’s been bringing up the topic for the past few months and looking at well-known artists who were on the path of the tour. After annoying many of the members and convincing Jihyo, she scheduled an appointment at a well-known shop in Manila. You originally didn’t want to stay, but after having a talk with Jihyo, she convinced you stay with her and gave you the green light to use Chaeyoung as much as you want. The only conditions she had were; no markings on the face and no getting her pregnant, but everything else was fair game. This means that for the next two days, you were going to play with your sleeve.

“We’re here. Let’s go inside,” as Chaeyoung grabs your hand and brings you inside the shop.

“Hello, I have an appointment at noon.”

A female artist stands up from her chair and greets the both of you, “Hello, can I see your confirmation email, please?” Chaeyoung pulls out her phone and shows her appointment confirmation.

“Okay, I see your reservation number. Do you have an idea of what you want to get?”

“Hmm… somewhat. I have some ideas in mind but still not sure.”

“No problem. You are more than welcome to look around; I’m going to the back and be with you shortly.”

“Oppa, what do you think I should get?”

“Maybe something meaningful or fun. It’s your first one, and don’t want to regret it afterward.”

Chaeyoung walks around and takes pictures of some of the samples they have on the wall. “Hmmm… maybe something simple; I don’t know how much it’s going to hurt.” She looks around for a couple of more minutes and then takes a seat on the chair.

“Do you know what you are going to get?”

“Well… I want to get something simple first since it's my first time. You’ve been complimenting me a lot about my lips, especially last night,” giving you a wink at you. “I think that would be fun to get, you know for good memories.”

“ Are you serious? How about a strawberry? You like them, right?”

“Yeah, but that's too obvious. I want something special, something that will make people think and ask, why did she get lips tatted on her.”

“I guess it's your body. Just don’t complain afterward.”

“Hahaha, if I do, then take responsibility.”

“Shhh, you’re too loud. Keep it down.”

“Okay, okay, my bad. I’ll be quiet.”

A few minutes later, the tattoo artist returns and asks Chaeyoung what she wants to get. She tells her she wants a strawberry lip on her left wrist. “Okay, that's cute. What color do you want it in?”

“Apricot and neon magenta.”

“Those are beautiful colors.”

“Thanks, they have a special meaning to me.”

“Aww, that’s cute.” She walks and brings her cart of supplies to where Chaeyoung is sitting, and asks, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

You watch as the artist cleans Chaeyoung’s arm and does an outline of the designs before officially taking out her machine. With Chaeyoung’s approval, she places the ink into the machine and begins.

You assumed that Chaeyoung was going to scream with the touch of the needle on her arm, but surprisingly, she was calm. The artist and her had a small conversation while you read over some emails and responded to your wife’s text messages. The session lasted a bit over an hour, with Chaeyoung happy with the results. The artist goes over some advice on how to take care of the tattoo since it was still fresh and handed her a business card.

Chaeyoung walks to you and says, “Look, doesn’t it look pretty?”

“Yes, it actually does, especially the colors. I think they are going to be happy that you chose those two colors.”

“Yes, I can’t wait to show them,” and walks towards the exit to FaceTime one of the members. You pay for the tattoo session, thank the artist, and head towards the door.

“Hey, wait up.”

“Hurry up, slowpoke,” laughing with Momo on the phone.

“This little… she will get it later tonight, just you watch.”

You catch up with her and explore the city a bit more. At night, you and Chaeyoung continue your night of fun with some caution. You make sure that the two of you have a night to remember as you fill all her holes with cum.

#twice smut #kpop smut #twice fluff #kpop fluff #chaeyong twice #twice chaeyoung smut #chaeyoung smut #twice chaeyoung #son chaeyoung #chaeyoung #Chaeyoung sleeve #g idol x male reader #idol x reader #TM smut

[lieskuu]

" A little hungry.. "

{ 希望 } Dazai Osamu x FTM!Reader

Genre : SMUT.. LIKE PURE SMUT .. Includes : Reader didn't have his bottom surgery yet so usage of 'pussy' or 'clit', praise kink, pussy eating, top!Dazai, bottom!Reader, and worship.. kind of semi-public sex? not sure (〃＾∇＾) A/n : I have so much to do, it's tiring but why not write some fanfics because I'm going insane/j ALSO IF YOU CALL ME WEIRD I'M ALSO FTM. !! DNI FEMALE READERS !!

Originally, you were just visiting his agency to bring him some lunch, though.. I suppose he wanted a different type of lunch. It wasn't long since your whines and moans started filling up the room, your eyes glancing toward the brunette who was gripping your thighs as his tongue glided on your pussy, looking up at you as his eyes filled with lust. Your thumb rubs your clit as you could feel Dazai sucking onto you as if you were his last meal, his eyes closed as he let the taste sink in his tongue. " mmh.. good.. " He mumbled against your tulips, caressing your thighs as he continued to lick and suck, your eyes rolled back from pleasure as you felt his tongue go inside, your legs wrapping around Dazai's head, " 'Samu..! ngh.. " You cried out as your legs squished him just a little. " Sh..shh it's okay, you're doing so well f'me. " He murmured, his gaze softened a little as he looked up at you, " You're so.. pretty.. ", he praised between licks. Your moans were like sweet music, he would love to listen to them every day, just like your voice, sweet like honey, how much he wanted to taste you in his mouth and just feel that sweetness linger on his tongue, your soft and smooth body that he always clings onto as if it were to disappear, he loved to worship you as if you were his king. His thoughts were just blank as he looked at your face, all he could think about was how beautiful you are. " Samu.. pl..please..! " You cried once more, your tears falling out of your eyes like raindrops, pleading for him, " 'm gonna.. c.. " Your words were cut off by Dazai going deeper, earning a whine from you, Dazai let out a small chuckle, " Good boy.. you're doing amazing, my love. " Your back arched and your legs trembled, fuck, you felt it coming.. close.. " 'm c..close! " you sobbed out loudly, the detective's tongue went a little deeper, pulling himself close to you as his nose just tickled your pussy, wanting to swallow every drop of your cum. He mumbled. It didn't take long before white liquid splattered all over his tongue and a bit onto his face, Dazai was determined to swallow everything, and so he did, pulling away with a little trail of saliva connected to your pussy. " s..sorry, couldn't help myself! " You said with a sheepish smile, Dazai slightly pushed away your thighs before standing up, leaning up close to you and kissing you on the cheek. " It's fine, are you okay? " He asked worriedly. " I'm okay, Osamu. " You reassured him, ruffling his hair a little, but Dazai, as always, couldn't help but ask multiple times. " Are you sure? like you're 100% sure. " " I said I'm okay. " " Are you sure. " " Yes. " " Like 100%-- " His words got cut off by a kiss on the lips just to shut him up, you could taste the bitterness on his tongue a little, it's fine, you didn't really mind. You pulled away from the kiss and sighed, " You worry a lot. ", earning a small chuckle from him, " Why? can't I worry about my boyfriend? " He asked teasingly, kissing you on the cheek once more. " Come on let's get you cleaned. " Dazai said as he stroked your hair, earning a nod from you.

GUYS PLEASE I CAN'T SEE DAZAI DEGRADING HIS S/O SO I HAD TO.. >-< sorry if this is a little bad I'm a little sleepy.

#i have so much shit to do but fanfic time #KuuFanfics #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd fic #fanfiction #fanfic writing #mlm #top dazai #bottom reader #dazai x male reader #male reader #bungou stray dogs x male reader #bsd x male reader #smut #bsd smut #dazai x reader

[kisseobie]

piwon’s reaction to reader squirting? 🫠

p1harmony reacting to making you squirt

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni)

tags: unprotected sex (don’t do this lolz), cunnilingus (fem. receiving), crying, squirting (duh), rough sex, degradation, spanking, fingering, masturbation, mentions of piss, corruption, i think that’s the bulk of it?

a/n: apparently user kisseobie is the biggest whore on the planet bc i started writing this the minute i saw the notification in my inbox.. i couldn’t help myself from doing full fledged reactions sorry …. also i believe in pussy slapping keeho supremacy .. also don’t ask why i wrote so much i wasn’t planning on it….

❤︎ keeho

the two of you are sat on the soft carpet of keeho’s bedroom, your bare back pressed up against his clothed chest. your boyfriend has one hand tightly holding your face in place, forcing you to stare at the mirror in front of you and watch as his other hand descends between your thighs. his rough fingers gather your slick and you mewl in response, to which he gently pushes his fingers into your cunt. he may be an attentive lover, but he’s not the most patient, and his rigorous pace of fucking his digits into you is almost immediate, causing you to whine and thrash against him. “mm kyo, ‘s too much!” is the only coherent sentence you can get out of yourself as keeho ignores your pleas to slow down, only quickening the pace of his fingers moving in and out of your pussy. your eyes screw shut as your boyfriend’s hot breath hits your right ear, and with his mouth so close to your face, you can properly hear his quiet grunts and curses, the only indication that he’s not nearly as composed as he’s attempting to seem. when he notices that your eyes aren’t on your reflection anymore, he gives your clit a firm spank that makes you scream and jolt in surprise. “fuckkkkkk, no more p-please i can’t take it!!” you squeal, eyes shutting once again, partly because keeho’s assault on your pussy is salivating, and partly because your humiliated, humiliated that he’s capable of forcing you into submission so quickly, and how you sit in front of him fully naked while your boyfriend watches you, fully clothed and composed.

you can’t stop shaking and sobbing against him. he eventually lets you lay your head back on his shoulder as the pleasure becomes overwhelming, but his fingers never still. “look at you,” he coos, “haven’t even stuffed you with my dick yet and you’re drooling all over yourself. you’re so fucking nasty y/n” he taunts, only egging himself on with every insult. if you ignore his command to look at yourself, he once again grabs your chin and forces you to, laughing under his breath at your tears and dumbed out expression as you try your best to listen to your boyfriend’s next words. “need you to come for me, can you do that angel? you gonna cum around my fingers? gonna make a mess all over me?” he sweetly asks you, a heavy contrast to the pad of thumb currently drawing circles into your puffy clit. you can only nod in reply, feeling a more intense orgasm bubbling in your tummy and before you can warn him, keeho lands another slap against your mound that pushes you over the edge. you’re floating, vision white and toes curled as you writhe against kyo’s fingers. minutes pass by and you finally come back to your senses, feeling keeho laying pecks all across your bare shoulders as you slump into him, and that’s when you notice that there are spritz and drops of what seems to be liquid on keeho’s mirror, pooled on the carpet below you, and scattered across the smooth skin of your thighs. you can hear keeho’s heavy pants, and when you turn to apologize for the mess you’ve made, your words get stuck in your threat as you realize that your boyfriend didn’t mind one bit, quite the opposite actually. he’s on top of you in seconds, laying your back against the now damp carpet as he stares at you with a wild, lust-driven look on his face.

“think i can make you squirt around my cock next, pretty?”

“wait kyo! won’t fit, it won’t fit!” is your reply, but do you really think he gives a care in the world? he’ll make it fit, and he’ll draw those waves out from you until you’re both spent and soaked in your sweet juices <3

❤︎ theo

“wait so you’ve never..?”

“nope. i don’t think every girl can”

it started with an unserious conversation about your personal sexual experiences, a topic your new boyfriend was very curious about. for the most part, the atmosphere was lighthearted as you and theo took turns interrogating eachother, but a specific question asked by your boyfriend leads to you admitting that a guy has never made you squirt, much less orgasm before, to which theo shakes his head in denial. he’s hesitant to believe you, half anticipating you to laugh it off and tell him you were just joking. however, when you meet his quizzical look with a blank stare, his mind starts to drift to more dangerous depths. always competitive in nature, taeyang takes your underwhelming sexual past as a challenge, and his demeanor shifts to one consumed by lust within seconds. he suddenly wants to show you everything, wants you to feel better than you’ve ever felt before, wants to mark you as his and become the only boy you could ever desire.

an hour later, he has you bouncing on and creaming his cock, giving you your third orgasm of the night. shows you all he has to offer, from his skillful fingers and tongue, to his massive dick that fills you up so well, so well that a bulge appears in your tummy. he’s addicted to your taste, your moans, your begs, and fucks you so good that it’s almost unbelievable that this is your first time together. slaps your ass and gropes your tits like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. not only is taeyang ridiculously good at sex, he’s also got the dirtiest mouth on him. can’t stop the expletives and praises dripping off his tongue like honey, telling you things like “so tiny, you sure this isn’t your first time sweetheart? if my fingers can’t fit, how are you gonna take my cock, hm?”. is borderline snarling everytime you gasp at a new sensation, and he knows right away that he’s got you hooked. your willingness to take whatever he gives you unlocks a corruption kink in him that he didn’t know was there. obsessed with the way that everytime he pulls out, your hips move on their own to chase the feeling of him filling you up again. you have such cute reactions to everything he’s giving to you, but his favorite by far is your begs for him to fuck you deeper, harder, fill you up with his seed. theo is so shameless, he doesn’t even care that your neighbors can probably feel your headboard hitting the wall with every thrust, wants them to know that the innocent pretty girl next door is getting defiled.

currently, he has you with your face down and ass up, posing all pretty for him and showing off your little hole, still dripping with his cum as he lines up his length with your pussy lips and pushes in. you love how degrading this position in, how you’re completely at his mercy like this, dizzy with want as you drool at the thought of coming around his dick again. theo lands another firm smack against your ass cheek, and your legs buckle up from the pain and pleasure. you’re twitching against him, getting addicted to the way your body is being tossed around like a ragdoll, as if you were made to be taeyang’s personal cocksleeve. he pounds into you like it’s nothing, and it sends blood rushing to your core. you silently thank the heavens for blessing you with a boyfriend like theo when you feel another climax approaching, all whilst theo continues to assault your cunt and use you like a cum dump. just when you believe theo couldn’t make you feel any better, his hand slips in between your legs to draw circles into your clit, and you feel the knot in your tummy tear in one firm snap that has you shaking, gripping onto anything within your reach to try to ground yourself as he works you through your nth orgasm of the night. your arousal leaks out of you, dripping and splashing onto theo’s pelvis and your sheets, and it just doesn’t stop spilling. you can hear your boyfriend groaning in satisfaction, filling you up once again and pounding irregularly as you both ride your highs together. after a few moments, taeyang’s thrusts slow to lazy grinds until you push your hips away, pleading him for “noooo, no more yangie.. too sensitive..” as he just watches you escape his grip in amusement. your boyfriend gives you a few minutes to catch your breath, massaging little shapes into your skin to ease any pain he may have caused earlier. when you’ve finally descended back to planet earth, you turn to look at theo with a face of disbelief, and he grins and leans in to kiss you, pulling off your lips just as quick to stare at you, still smiling mischievously. then he’s sitting up on your bed again, fingers moving dangerously close to your wetness as you widen your eyes at his next words.

“what was that you said earlier, my baby doesn’t think she can squirt? but look at you now.. so messy, want me to clean you up? hm? think you can take it?”

❤︎ jiung

“shhh pretty, gotta stay quiet ok? don’t wanna get us in trouble, do you?” jiung taunts as he lazily strokes himself to the view of you playing with your cute pussy. you’ve never felt so vulnerable before, burning up at the intensity of his gaze as you muster up enough courage to spread your legs wider in order to please him. when jiung asked you to show him how you touch yourself when he’s on tour earlier, you didn’t expect to be so shy, but another part of you feels empowered at how the sight of you playing with yourself is making him lose all of his composure. although you’re currently at his dorm, and are aware that the rest of the boys are also here, the risk of them hearing you doing something so dirty is exhilarating. your boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind either, completely detached from his surroundings and focused on the way you work 3 fingers into your hole, the way it gapes and swallows your digits. he’s breathing heavily in between his instructions, gaze dark as he continues to fuck up into his own palm. ji has always been so sweet with his praises, and everytime he calls you something as simple as pretty, you move your fingers a tad bit faster to chase your release. you’re about to inform him that you’re close, but he beats you to it by forcefully pulling your fingers away from your cunt, replacing them a few moments later with his own. jiung’s pace is less forgiving, and your control over the volume of your voice starts to waver as curls his fingers inside of you. the sensation of his ministrations, paired with the fear that any of his members could catch you in this position results in an odd buildup in your stomach. you’ve experienced earth shattering orgasms with your boyfriend before, but there is something different about the way this one is building up, and for a moment you’re terrified you’re about to piss all over his fingers and sheets. you remove one of your hands from it’s grip on his pillow and grab at jiung’s wrist instead in a panic, attempting to push him away and warn him but he doesn’t stop, in fact he only quickens his pace and scrunches his brows in concentration as you start to writhe and tremble. “ji wait! ah, fuck!” are the last words that leave your lips before you feel yourself gush all over his hand, and your eyes roll back as warm drops escape your womanhood.

your embarrassment of peeing yourself, despite how good it felt, snaps you out of the afterglow of your orgasm quicker than usual, and you’re about to apologize to the boy in front of you profusely but he cuts you off with “baby, you squirted”. when you look up at his face, he’s smiling so big, as if he’s a child that was just given a bucket of candy on halloween. “i uh, are you sure?” is the lame response that comes out of your mouth in a sigh, and you’re honestly relieved that you didn’t pee yourself and slightly less mortified at how quick you came because of your boyfriend’s pleased reaction. he just giggles in response and leans in to kiss you all over your face, his excitement is contagious, causing you to laugh along with him. “i didn’t even know i could do that..”

just when jiung is about to respond, loud knocking can be heard against his door. “you guys are so loud, can you please not fuck like rabbits when other people are here? some of us enjoy some peace and quiet”. you recognize the disgruntled voice as keeho’s, and although you’re a bit ashamed, your boyfriend just ignores the inquiry and kisses you again, fingers making their way back to your cunny as you sigh at the contact.

“keeho’s got some nerve if he thinks i’m gonna leave you alone tonight after you just squirted in front of me”

❤︎ intak

in true puppy nature, intak is obsessed with giving you backshots. doggystyle is his favorite position, he loves the way he gets full access to the sight of your bare back glistening with sweat as you praise how well he’s fucking you. tak is addicted to how your ass jiggles everytime your pelvis’ hit against each other, how he just has to peer downwards to see the ring of your frothy cum around his fat cock. yeah, intak loves giving you backshots, a fact so obvious that you’ve started to wear the skimpiest skirts around him, just to lure him into taking what you know he always wants.

tonight is no different. you’re sitting at your vanity, spritzing some of intak’s favorite scent of perfume onto your wrists and on the nape of your neck, adding minor touch ups to your full glam, and most importantly, sliding on the shortest skirt you’ve ever owned. the material clings onto the shape of your bum, and the length is so short that the bottom curve of your ass is on full display. you haven’t seen your boyfriend in days, and usually that just meant that you would have to do with your vibrator, but recently, the device just wasn’t enough, just didn’t hit the spot like your boyfriend did. to say you were sexually frustrated was an understatement. you needed to intak’s girth on your tongue, needed him to open you up and fuck you into next week. therefore, you’ve decided that tonight, you need to look as fuckable as possible. you’re determined to make intak’s jaw drop as soon as he lays his eyes on you, and once you’ve made sure you’re ready, you take one more good look at the mirror, then reach for your phone to check your text notifications. like clockwork, you receive a new message from intak as soon as you unlock your device.

takkie! <3: hi doll :) i’m here

takkie! <3: take ur time tho!

you heart his messages and giggle, thinking about how happy you are to see your boyfriend and spend time with him tonight. being away from him, even for a few days, is always such a bore. even if you plan on getting your insides rearranged in a few hours, just being within tak’s presence is enough to get you excited. as you make your way downstairs, you pull down your shirt just slightly, so your cleavage becomes visible. you slip on some wedges that match the color of your top and make your way towards intak’s bright red convertible, surprising him when you suddenly open the passenger door and plop yourself onto his leather seats. “hi baby! missed you so much!” is how you greet him, leaning in to give him a sloppy peck on the lips. you detach yourself from his face and smile innocently at him, observing the way he ogles your appearance and shamelessly stares at your breasts and legs. once he’s finally got a grip on himself, he smiles at you and tucks a stray piece of your hair behind your ear while responding with “missed you too doll, did you get all pretty jus’ for me?”

you did in fact get all pretty just for him, and you beam with victory as intak pushes your head down onto the surface of his back seats, his cock furiously pounding into you as he breathes heavy. “thought you could wear this shit and not get fucked? you’re so beautiful doll, you’re drivin’ me crazy. fuckkkkk”. tears are streaming down your cheeks, no doubt fucking up your mascara but you couldn’t care less as you internally laugh at the realization that your hunk of a boyfriend is just so easy to rile up, how you have such a big effect on him. he really is losing his mind, pathetically rutting into you like a dog as he leans forward to completely tower over your frame, hands groping your exposed tits as he tilts his head to lay kisses on your right ear. you’re chanting mantras of yes, yes, yes’ as intak plows into your heat, loving how dirty it all is, how everytime you get in the back of his car you’ll remember the feeling of your cum pooling onto his expensive seats. “gonna cum, fuck, where do you want it babe?” is the question that accompanies his sloppy thrusts, and you’re quick to beg for him to cum “inside! wanna feel it takkie”. your boyfriend quickly flips you over onto your back, and you’re about to ask what he’s doing until he enters you again, going at it impossibly faster until he feels the familiar shaking of your legs, the tightening of your cunt around him that signals that you’re close. he’s thrusting so viciously that you’re sure the car is rocking back and forth. intak’s sweat is starting to drip off onto you, and it only pushes you closer to that sweet edge. with a few more thrusts, you’re crying out and creaming around him, your juices squirting all over his seats as he pulls out to watch. you’re crying, feeling dazed and confused as to what just happened, embarrassment beginning to sink in and consume you until you look up to see intak’s face. his eyes are focused on your mess, cum weeping out of his tip as he whines louder than he ever has before. without skipping a beat, he’s pressing his cockhead against your clit, slapping it over and over in attempts to draw more juices out of you. he’s so focused, so consumed by lust that his pleas for you to “give me more. one more doll. need to see you squirt again, give it to me” come out hurried and mumbled. you’ve never seen your boyfriend quite this desperate, but it makes you hungrier for more.

long story short, you squirt over his leather seats again and he licks it all up, so your plan was in fact very successful!

❤︎ soul

you and shota have been at this for about a week. for context, it’s been precisely six days since you and your boyfriend lost your virginities to each other. six days ago you allowed soul to see you bare, touch and kiss you wherever he so pleased, and six days ago was the first instance where you realized why your classmates were always so crazy for sex.

so where, may you ask, has your recent deflowering led you to? well, back to your boyfriend’s bed, where your hands pull and tug at his long hair frantically as you search for a release. when you initially decided that you were ready to lose your virginity to soul, you didn’t really know what to expect other than pain. as it turns out, you and shota had such an incredible first time that you’ve spent the entire remainder of the week with your bodies never apart, every moment together being occupied with the two of you exploring each other with your fingers and tongues. it’s become concerning actually, how the loss of your virginity has only led you to become more curious. you want to know of each and every sound you can pull out of your lover, if he whines or groans, if he prefers to fuck into the warmth of your mouth or the plush of your thighs.

so like i said, you and shota have been at this for about a week. currently, he has you on your knees, letting you take the lead as he watches you suck and lick the tip of his heavy cock. you collect his precum into your mouth, smearing some excess onto your lips as you look up to lock eyes with him. sho is definitely pleased, enjoying the attention to his cock more than he’d ever admit out loud. he attempts to hide his groans by biting down on his bottom lip, but it’s no use when you start to bob your head up and down his length with no warning. his resolve is wavering, toes are curling, whines come out more freely as he never dares to break eye contact with you. you love the effect you have on your boyfriend, a fact that has only become evident to you this week during your self-proclaimed “sexcapade”. when shota is close, his length slightly twitches on your tongue and you take the reaction as a sign to release him with a pop!, much to his annoyance. “why’d you stop?” he frustratedly asks you, wincing as if he’s just been punched. “wanna try something…” is the only reply you give soul as the gears turn in your head, and suddenly your latching your hands onto the back of your boyfriend’s thighs and lightly pushing him onto the bed. he has a quizzical expression on his features, but he enjoys that you’re excited to try something new with him, this entire week proving to him that he’d do anything you asked him to, just to see you fall apart and sigh his name. you instruct your boyfriend to lay down flat against your bedsheets, and he follows suit right away, making your heart swoon before you resume your plan. shota opts to stay silent, trusting you with whatever you want to try, and he stays quiet when your putting one leg on either side of his head, dropping your pelvis onto his tongue as you face his cock, continuing to suck him off while he returns the favor to you. this position makes you feel so powerful, like you’re the only one who’s allowed to call the shots. your boyfriend doesn’t have any complaints either, just happy to have your cunt on his tongue and his cock on yours. the two of you work in, for the most part, silence, aside from the occasional groans and moans that slip past your lips when one of you adds additional pressure. every time your tongue presses against the slit of his cock, or your mouth sucks on his fat head, you make mental notes of all of the sounds of pleasure you can hear behind you. your thoughts begin to drift, thinking about how you can’t believe you led shota to doing something so nasty, something you would most likely see in a corny porno, but as he laps and slurps at your pussy lips, you decide you couldn’t care less. soul is very good at giving head, another epiphany you have had this week, which excites you a little too much. you’re pulled back into reality from your thoughts, however, when your boyfriend uses his teeth to slightly nip at your clit, putting enough pressure to make you squeal.

“sho! god keep doing that.. ‘s good, feels sooooo good!” is what breaks the silence in your bedroom, and soul is nothing if not a quick learner. he continues to flatten his tongue against the groove of your vaginal lips, top to bottom until he reaches your little bud, then biting at it to get another pleasured noise out of you. he goes a little overboard with the biting, but you only push against his mouth, so he figures it must feel good and continues to please you. you on the other hand, have completely abandoned shota’s cock, too preoccupied with noticing how different the coil in your pelvis feels, how much more intense it builds up until it finally snaps, and what follows is only describable as pure bliss. you’re loud, moans are wanton as you grind your hips onto shota’s tongue, riding out your high when you realize that you feel a lot wetter than you would with your typical orgasm. you finally lift your pussy off of shota’s face and the sudden change of position makes you aware of the cum splattered on the side of your cheek, signifying that your boyfriend got a little too excited by your climax. you pivot your body to face him, mostly to make sure you didn’t go too overboard, and are met with shota’s pretty face, glistening with a strange wetness that you soon realize is yours. you stare at your boyfriend as he begins to lick at his own mouth and chin, eyes darkening as he grabs and kisses you messily. you can taste your essence on your own tongue and whine at how desperate shota is being, how your explosive orgasm has begun to show you a side of soul you didn’t know existed. the rest of the night is spent with your boyfriend making you squirt over and over again hehe <3 he lives to make you feel good

❤︎ jongseob

“need to feel you, ah! in me seobie, please! wan’ your cock in me sooo bad, please put it in?”

the pathetic words that come out of your mouth before you can even think of stopping yourself have the biggest effect on the boy under you. you’re currently straddling your boyfriend, grinding your panty-clad cunt on the outline of his dick, staining seob’s sweatpants with a small patch of your wetness. you don’t know why you’re feeling especially needy today, but seeing your boyfriend after a hard, long week of class makes you crave to be filled up by him. jongseob looks up at you in astonishment, lips forming a cute little “o” as his hands are placed tightly on both sides of your waist. he take this time to admire how sexy you look like this, grinding on him in only a crop top and tiny pair of panties. he could definitely get used to the view, and has to bite back pathetic moans of his own from escaping his plush lips, wanting to fully focus on the sounds you make as you hump him like a bitch in heat. he’s about to tell you to slow down, that he’ll take care of you but he needs to stretch you out first, but you’re not patient enough to wait for him to answer your previous pleas. his eyes widen as he watches you huff and pause the roll of your hips, and seob nearly faints when you cross your arms to pull your skimpy top off of your body, or when you hook your fingers under his sweats, pulling them down just far enough to where you can grab at his now exposed dick. to this, he sits up onto his elbows, not wanting to jump into penetrating you without prepping you first.

“princess wait, are you sure? haven’t stretched you out yet, don’t wanna hurt you baby..” he sweetly informs you, making you pause for a minute to look into his eyes. you scan all over his face, how his blonde bangs are now damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead, the mole below his eye that you love so much, the heart eyes he’s shooting at you, and his pink lips struggling to hold in his heavy breaths. you grab his face with your hands and give him one long kiss on the lips before you pull back to reply, “wanna make it hurt seobie, wanna feel you all up in my guts, please, been thinkin’ about it all day!” and fuck, how is he supposed to tell his princess no when she’s asking for his cock so sweetly? your request is enough initiative for jongseob to flip you over with haste, towering over you as he pinches your panties to the side and slips in, not worried about discarding the rest of his clothes as he’s only concerned with pounding into your cunny until you’re completely filled up to the brim with his seed. his hands are everywhere, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, caressing your pretty face, kneading at your tits, until he finally settles one hand on your waist, and the around your throat. the slight weight and pressure of his hold makes your eyes roll back. “oh my- fuck, yes!! you’re so fucking big seobie!” is what urges your boyfriend to snap his hips even harder into you, his ego boosted by just how loud you are. you’re so responsive, he can feel your pussy tightening around him into a vice grip, as if you want to milk him for everything he has and more. your begs and whines only increase in volume when he dips a finger down to play with your clit, and after a few seconds you’re crashing, melting into him as he continues to fuck you through both of your orgasms. he’s peppering your face in kisses to bring you down from cloud nine, praising you for being so sexy, so good for him. you don’t even realize that this is the first time you’ve squirted in front of your boyfriend until he’s sinking down to level with your cunt, displaying a crazy look in his eyes before he dives in and starts to fuck his tongue into you with as much vigor as he fucked you with earlier. pulls away for a moment to take a good look at your face, and then opening his mouth to say,

“you’re so sexy baby, gonna make you squirt again. you wanted this, right? wanted it so bad and now you’re twitching like you can’t handle it. gon’ fuck you into next week baby, will you let me?”

a/n: i <3 needy piwon

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astrology observations 3 🛼

although libra risings don’t have a very specific look, they still manage to find dopplegangers of themselves 

ex: charli damelio is a libra rising and there have been countless people on tiktok who others claim to be her lookalike

where someone else’s personal planets fall into your houses or vice versa can predict what you guys talk about

ex: with 2nd house synastry, i found myself always talking to them about finances and material possessions, such as the things we recently bought

ex: with 3rd house synastry, i found myself always talking to them about my day to day life, “how was your day” is my go to conversation starter with them

ex: with 6th house synastry, i found myself always talking to them about daily tasks that coincidently we had to do together, they worked well within my routine

ex: with 9th house synastry, i found myself talking to them a lot of about my education and belief systems, very philosophical conversations in nature

with 4th house synastry you will feel really comfortable around the person, it’s a familial type of bond

scorpio energy honestly isn’t as intense and mysterious as people make it out to be, they usually exude a really bright and lively energy instead, the only exception being scorpio moon imo

leo mercuries have a dramatic and theatrical way of speaking, usually the loudest in the room and when underdeveloped use it to their advantage to garner attention

libra mercuries have very satisfying and almost liquid smooth voices to listen to, would make a great audiobook narrator

capricorn mercuries may drag out their words slowly when speaking, talks in a firm and serious tone, can also unintentionally come off as if they think they’re better than you

pisces mercuries are so unintentionally funny, the type to blurt out things randomly when nobody asked or talk about a story only to lose their train of thought within the first 30 seconds and go off topic, so random but love them regardless

aquarius mercuries honestly are kind of off-putting in a conversation, can say things that are unconventional and they may or may not even believe to get a rise out of people, quirky types

scorpio mercuries can say a whole lot while simultaniously revealing nothing about themselves, can leave you wondering what was left unsaid, and the type to casually bring up something about themselves that you would’ve never expected of them out of the blue

sagittarius mercuries can appear to have an accent when talking even if they don’t, also the type to go on entertaining tangents that leave people either laughing or questioning the conversation by the time they’re done, preachy types

tauruses have a very distinct sense of smell, can usually relate a scent to a past experience or make a detailed explanation of what it reminds them of

the celebrity crushes you had as a kid probably have placements that fall into your first house

thank you for reading!

#astro notes #astrology notes #astro observations #astrology observations

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Mean!Dom!Azriel x reader: Drag You Down[*]

A/N: It’s so fun writing these fics because I just get to switch off :)

Warnings: mean!Azriel, edging, cum play, fingering, light bondage, masturbation, smut, pet names, orgasm denial, 69-ing, face-fucking, impact play

Word Count: 6,471

“Keep still,” he mutters.

Suppress a shiver, cool shadows dancing down the length of your spine.

He’s got you bent over the wide chest of drawers in your shared bedroom. Feet kept a little more than shoulder-width apart, forearms bound at your back by an un-abrasive, dark blue rope, keeping you entirely at his mercy. There isn’t a single scrap of fabric on your body, save for the one he’s tied between your jaws—also dark blue.

Boots scuff on the floorboards, and you repress your instinct to tense, instead staring at his silhouette that’s looming behind you, pressing onto the wall before you. Rough, calloused fingertips stroke over the base of your spine. Toes curl, but it’s the most movement he’ll allow. Anymore, and you’ll be on your knees for the rest of the night.

“How bad do you want it, pet?” He whispers into the candlelit bedroom, the orange light flickering. Fingers graze up the knuckles of your back, jaws bite together to keep from bowing to his touch, eyes briefly squeezing shut. “Badly,” you murmur in reply, arms shifting beneath their ties. “Please…”

Heat scalds your veins, burning beneath your skin, goosebumps raising in his presence.

Azriel hums at your back, fingers tilting downward, nails scraping across your flesh.

Teeth bite into your lip, arching against him, to feel his pain sink into your skin, bury into your bones, transform to scar tissue. To print his possession across your back.

“Badly?” He echoes softly, a lilt to his voice. You can practically hear the smirk that’s carved onto his twisted mouth. Leans forward, hips pressing gently to your hind, the rough leather seam making you desperate for more friction—to be able to feel the hard heat of his cock push between your legs. “You want it badly, pet?”

Spine arches as he leans over you, front pressing to your back. Calloused fingertips graze your throat, cupping your neck, raising your chin from the surface. Tipping your head up into his shoulder, giving him access to the soft, sensitive skin he likes to bite. Teeth push into your lip as his canines drag across your skin, tingling with pleasure in their wake. Tongue flicks out; you fight to suppress a shudder, nipples peaking against the smooth wood surface. The hot, wet muscle licks up the side of your neck, suckling a spot just below your ear.

Lips part on a silent exhale, forming an O as your hips seemingly lift of their own accord into his, thighs pressing together with need.

Azriel’s left hand grips the bone of your hip, pinning you to the surface as his other snakes over your jaw, brushing against your skin, two fingers slipping into your open mouth. Their pads graze and prod the plump and pillowy flesh of your lips, pushing deeper to rove the wetness of your tongue. “Not gonna answer, pet?” He drawls, arousal heat to the colour of molten liquid in the pit of your belly. You fumble, reeling back through the seconds and minutes, scrambling for the question while his hand snakes down your hip, grazing the tender flesh of your abdomen, muscle flickering beneath him.

“I—…Sir?” The title is little more than a breath; muffled around his fingers, heat thrumming under your skin. Teeth bite lightly into your neck, scoldingly. Hand slips further between your legs, digits trailing down to your soft, wet—

He palms the inside of your thigh, groping appreciatively. Nails scrape over skin, you hiss in a quiet breath.

Azriel detaches his mouth from your neck, digits leaving the heat of your tongue, kissing lightly the top most notches of your spine. Hands run smoothly down your sides, settling over the sweep of your hips, pulling you back against his aching arousal. Rolls his hips against you. “You haven’t been listening, have you?” He muses, thumbs setting into the small dips either side the base of your spine. “Deep in your own world. Isn’t that right.”

Mouth opens to speak, but you snap it shut—no pet name at the end.

He shifts behind you, spreading your thighs wider as he lowers to a crouch, feeling his breath against the intimate heat of your cunt. Toes curl on the floor, arms shifting beneath their ties as he inhales your scent. One hand grips the plumpness of your ass, squeezing and groping, admiring how doughy and warm you are. “You shouldn’t be doing that,” he chastises lowly, nosing at your inner thigh. “Supposed to be thinking about me. How I would taste on your tongue, how I would feel inside of you?”

Azriel’s tongue darts out, licking close to your heat, just a little closer and you’d feel relief. You swallow, desperately trying not to shift—to not even breathe too deeply, for fear he’ll punish you for it. Deny you of more pleasure. Deprive you of his pleasure.

He laughs softly, roughly, and you can feel it against the soft, wetness of your heat, cunt aching with need. “Think I should start on you?” He asks, pressing a kiss to the damp skin just to the side of where you want him. Head nods dimly, then you stiffen, freezing. Pray he didn’t notice. But then his thumbs are pressing either side your entrance, spreading the skin a little wider, and then he’s—

Suck in a sharp breath as he presses his face between your legs, hips digging into the wooden edge of the table. Feet push up onto tiptoes, back arching, curving as he drags you back against him, mouth prone to attack your clit.

Mouth parts in a silent moan, hands tightening into frustrated fists.

Azriel pulls away, landing a hard smack to your rear, skin stinging with the force. Bite your lip to keep the sounds in. His mouth returns, gently latching over your clit, nose pressing flush to your entrance; it takes all your self restraint not to grind down on his face, roll onto his tongue. Teeth nip at the sensitive bud, and you could cry, cry from the need he’s working up inside of you.

The tip of his tongue flicks over your clit, dragging lightly up to your entrance, circling briefly before pressing in a little—as if testing the waters. Thighs try to press together, but he has a firm grip on each, and his tongue pushes deeper, curling as he pleases. You practically melt into the table, cheek smushing against the wood as drool slips from the corner of your mouth, spilling down as pleasure turns your bones soft. Heat hums between your legs, his mouth ravishing you, flicking and lapping lightly—nowhere near enough stimulation.

Thighs squeeze together, pushing up onto your tippy tip-toes, spine arching as you offer more, desperate to have his lips latch over you. To have his tongue slipping deep inside, circling and suckling how you like instead of solely eating you out for his pleasure. Azriel hums between your thighs, vibrations buzzing and you shiver, fingers tightening so nails are digging into your palms.

He’s pulling away, standing up straight and you nearly whine from the cold flush, the absence of him. “You’re getting lazy,” he mutters roughly, landing a stinging spank to your backside. Bite you lip, heat warming your cheeks as a whimper slips out. He growls at the sound, the blatant disobedience—intended or not. “You know I don’t fuck around when it comes to your behaviour,” he grits out, hand wrapping your hair around his fist, dragging your head back. “I bet you want me to fuck that attitude right out of you, huh?”

Swallow thickly, teeth pushing into your lower lip, need pounding between your legs. Already so close to begging him to be rough with you, set a punishing pace that’ll have you dim with pleasure. He jerks on your hair, snapping you back down. “Am I right, pet?”

“Yes…yes sir,” you pant softly, the plead rasping from your throat.

Azriel laughs, the sounds dragging from his chest, low and almost breathless. He pulls you forcefully upright, shadows spinning you around as he pulls on your hair, head craning back. Piercing hazel grazes your exposed throat with predatory hunger, bone deep starvation that has something intrinsic curling up inside of you, cowering from that all-encompassing desire.

Eyes raise to yours at last—your own clearly dipping away—hand tightening to a fist, gripping tight as you feel him staring down at you; heat liquifies in your lower abdomen. “Such a brat,” he mutters, features shifting to irritated displeasure, holding your hip possessively. Tongue flicks out to wet your lips absently, drawing a low snarl from his throat—animal and vengeful. “I can’t even count how many small movements you made,” he growls, “one after the other. Breaking rule after rule.”

He steps around you, keeping you tight to his body until he’s the one pressed to the table. “On your knees,” he mutters, a malicious spark gleaming in his darkened eyes. Lips part on a sharp inhale, legs almost giving out from the hard command. His brow narrows and before you can blink, he lands a harsh smack to your cheek, gripping your jaw in a vice-like hold. “Did you hear me, pet?” He growls out over your lips. “On your knees before I put you over mine.”

With trembling muscles, you manage to lower to a crouch; from there to your knees, the soft rug a pleasant cushion in place of the harsh floorboards. “Open,” he says, amusement prominent in his tone, shadows loosening the ties of his leathers enough. Your lips part on command, attention wholly on the shape of his cock, focusing on the mouth-watering view. The shadows halt their ministrations, your toes curling in frustration. How much longer is he going to toy with you for?

“Use your teeth,” he says, the smirk in his voice as prominent as the stinging of your skin. Heat flares in your middle, and you lean forward, tugging the strings free, tie by tie. His grip remains brutal on your hair, content to keep you at his mercy—happy to remind you of that little fact, too. Slowly, torturously so, you drag the leather back, finally allowed access to him. He grips his base, stroking hard, guiding you to his tip, moisture already beading there. You stretch your body out, tongue poking over your lower lip, poised to lap it up. Burst the pearly droplet on your tongue—remind yourself of his taste. Your personal aphrodisiac.

His hand tightens on your hair, keeping you a mere inch from his cock. From finally having him in your mouth, his flavour and scent filling your head, wrapping around your mind. You urge forward a little, giving an experimental tug on his hand but he doesn’t even budge. Tuts in chastisement. You nearly raise your head to meet his gaze—no doubt what he wants you to do, if only for another excuse to torture you. Yet in that moment, you want nothing more than to stare up at him, display your dismay.

“Something upsetting you?” He asks, nails scraping up the base of your neck, taunting you to look up at him. “Something you want?” He mocks, still gripping his cock, rubbing out a brutal pace, but one you know isn’t torturous enough. He’s keeping himself just out of reach of a high, all so he can play with you instead. Twisted romance.

“Answer, pet.”

A whimper whines from your lips as he jerks on your hair, goading you to look at him. “Please…” you whisper, eyes daring to raise, brushing over his abdomen, up his stomach to his chest. Stopping before you give him a proper reason to inflict his pleasure upon you. The Mother knows how much worse he could make it. “…want your cock…” you beg, no more than a whisper, attention dropping to his arousal. Mouth waters as you notice the bead has swollen in size, close to drizzling down his underside.

Azriel tips your head up, hand still pumping himself with that cruel pace, depriving the both of you of his pleasure. You can practically imagine the warm flush on his cheeks—that slight tint of orangey-red that only appears when he’s nearing the edge—how his canines are pricking below his lip, whitening the skin from pressure.

Attention returns to his cock, need melting like butter between your legs, and you can feel slick slowly making its way down your inner thigh. That pearlescent bead wells, then drips down, catching just beneath his head. How delicious he would be—the heaven of being allowed to lean forward and gently suckle that droplet from his tip. Flick and lick over the slit, press hot, wet kisses up the thick length of him.

He curses under his breath, low and viciously, piercing hazel weighing on your lips, noting how wet they appear. “You look like you could swallow me whole right now,” he remarks roughly, voice thick with torturous pleasure, so near the edge he’s less than a hairsbreadth from toppling over. Yet discipline is his religion, and he’s ruthless in it’s execution, merciless in his worship. “So fucking filthy,” he drawls, thumb swiping over his tip, the milky liquid smearing. You swallow thickly.

Azriel’s lips quirk in a cruel twist, one you recognise too well, dreadful anticipation buzzing in the pit of your belly. He releases himself, hand moving to cup your jaw, careful to keep the precum from your skin, aware of how your senses are keyed to him. “Don’t move,” he instructs, low and clear, the command cutting through your haze.

Mind flickers and dims as he presses his thumb to your lower lip, cum glossing over your mouth, after having forbade you from licking it up. It’s right there. Practically on the tip of your tongue. Practically taste it already, except— Jaw tightens as you swallow, desperately in need of swiping out, drinking him down.

“Look at me, pet,” he mutters, roughly raising your jaw, tipping your head back. Knees ache beneath you, forearms shifting beneath the rich, dark blue rope as hazel pierces into you. Slick drips down your skin, arousal flaring with pounding need. Lips quirk, thumb swiping back over your lower lip, poised to slip into your mouth, and you open wider for him. Eyes gleam with cruel intent, more than aware of your suffering, yet happy to leave you be, to get off on your torture.

“I bet you’re dying to push that pretty tongue of yours out, huh?” He muses, hand returning to his cock, leaning more against the table, shifting to be comfortable. “I bet it’s all that dumb mind of yours can think of right now. Isn’t that right?” Bite back a moan, struggling to keep your hips from winding, tightening around nothing.

His tongue flicks out to wet his lower lip, a pang of desire spearing through your middle, taunting you so openly. “Up,” he orders, slowing his strokes, precum already dripping down from his tip. So much going to waste when it should be on your tongue—you should be leaning forward to lap his mess up, yet instead he’s forcing you to leave it be.

You stumble numbly to your feet, but shadows wrap over your eyes, blindfolding you. Jaw clenches, brows curving upward from the deprivation. Craving cries out from the pit of your belly, so desperately in need of stimulation it’s driving you mad. Darkness tauntingly ghosts between your thighs, brushing over your dripping-wet heat with feather-light touch. Simulating the feel of his mouth—how he’d suckled your clit, kissed and circled your entrance. Tears slip down your cheeks, flushed and wet from the torment.

A hand grips your hip, bringing you closer to him, able to feel the heat from his body, his knuckles brushing your abdomen as he strokes himself with that brutal pace.

“How loud would you scream for me if I lifted you up right now, wrapped your legs round my hips, and slammed into you?” He purrs, still pumping the thick length of him, precum no doubt leaking heavily from how long he’s held himself to that edge. “Do you think you’d be able to scream?” He muses, tightening his hold on you, leaning down so his mouth brushes the shell of your pointed ear, breath fanning across your neck. Skin prickles in response, a fresh wave of arousal heating your body, legs practically trembling from the strain. Working you up into a dazed stupor so you’re right where he wants you.

“Maybe you’d simply pass out on impact,” he mocks, and your lips part in a silent gasp as his fingers lightly run along your heat, dancing through the sopping wetness. “Go limp in my arms, eyes rolling from overstimulation.” The pads of his digits circle your entrance, almost sliding in from how little abrasion there is, slick inviting him in, luring his fingers deeper, urging him to press inside you for the first time this night.

He hums, cupping your heat, soaking his palm in your arousal, rubbing gently, teasingly. You suction in shaky breaths, hands clenched to fists, sweat gleaming on your skin as he plays with you so effortlessly, toying with your body as he pleases. Lips feel dry, cum no doubt having set already, begging you to wet it, to taste him after the long wait.

His hand leaves you, and more tears spill over as cold washes over your wet heat, thighs clenching from the effort of keeping your hips still. Knuckles again brush your abdomen, and heat dumbs your mind, picturing how your slick glistens on his hand, how easy it is now to stroke himself. Lubricating him while you’re stuck fantasising over your imagination.

Azriel groans onto your skin, canines teething across your neck, their sharp points scratching the surface as your back arches, nipples peaking as they drag over his chest, catching pleasantly on rough fabric, rubbing over him. It wouldn’t take much any more for either of your to tip over the edge—all you’d need is a slight push; the lightest attention to your clit, or his fingers sliding in and you could come right then and there. Tighten at the though, squeezing on nothing as liquid pleasure coalesces between your thighs.

Teeth bite lightly as you feel hot ropes of cum spurting over your stomach and abdomen, latching to your skin as he shudders, hissing softly. A startled moan whines from your lips as he suddenly grabs you by the hips, pulling you tight to his own as he bucks into the soft swell of your tummy, stuttering with pleasure. Involuntarily you step forward, pressing yourself tight to him, heat ravishing your body at the hard press of his cock into your abdomen, pleasure buzzing between your legs as he cums. Hot, thick liquid spilling, painting you with a milky sheen.

He grinds against you, the hard press of his cock poking into your abdomen, luring your thoughts to how he would feel inside, how pleasant the stretch would be. The feeling of his hips smacking against the backs of your thighs as he fills you up… Good gods he’s going to drive you insane if he doesn’t give you reprieve. You need that sweet relief or you’ll go mad.

Azriel groans softly, the last aftershocks fading, fingers biting into your hips, teeth clamping down on your shoulder. Hot breath fans against your skin as he pants heavily, body still stuttering ever so slightly from the intensity, cock sliding in a messy mix of cum over your stomach.

He pulls back just enough to look down your body, over the swell of your breasts to see the pearly splatters that he’d painted your body with. When he stands straighter, your eyes lock, your own set filled with need, pupils swallowing your iris’. Slowly, his fingers press between your breasts, trailing down with a feather-light touch, indulging in the rise and fall of as you breathe heavily. Grazes you nipple as he passes, thumbing the sensitive skin before dropping to your cum-splattered stomach.

Fingers sprawl in the mess, lathered in his release, covering the pads in the steadily cooling liquid. “How badly do you want to lick this from my fingers, pet?” He muses, trailing back up, careful not to waste too much. “Sir…please,” you beg weakly. “Please.”

Lips quirk as he plays with your nipples, the now cool liquid making them peak as he pinches one then the other. Tugging lightly, watching as you wince at the sensitivity.

“How badly do you want to suck my cock, pretty thing? Just open your mouth over me and lick all of that cum up, huh? I bet all you can think about is how much of a waste it is. Is that right, pet?” He drawls, circling a nipple before dipping down, scooping more up on his fingers. “Yes sir,” you pray, eyes squeezing together, the shadows having dissipated the moment he reached his peak. “Gods, let me. I’ll be so good, just—…please, Sir.”

His lips quirk into a lazy smirk, and you nearly sob. He’s not yet done with you.

Azriel hums nonchalantly, arm snaking over your hip to your back. “Can you prove you’ve learned your lesson? Make me believe you won’t break any more rules?” He asks lowly, keeping you pinned beneath him with his eyes. “You know how I feel about disobedience, pet.”

Spine arches, his palm brushing over your rear, hairs raising with awareness.

Your lips part, drawing his attention to your mouth: the dry, whitish colour the skin has taken on from his cum. “Please sir,” you whisper, “I haven’t so much as even tried to lick it.” His hazel eyes gleam with pleasure at your deprivation, how desperate you look to taste him. Arousal flickers at the base of his spine as he leans down slowly, enjoying how hope sparks in your gaze, thinking he’s about to grant you that sweet relief.

Instead, his tongue runs lightly over your lower lip, wetting the dried cum. A hushed gasp sucks between your lips, the soft inhale making his cock twitch. His free hand rises to cup your jaw, keeping you in an iron grip as he sucks your lip into his mouth, shadows reporting how your toes curl, how your hands tighten into fists, nails digging into your palms as your reward is gently plied from your grip. How he’s taking the thing you wanted so badly, and snatching it away, lapping it up, without allowing you a single taste.

Tears spill down your cheeks as he strips you of your pleasure, tongue deftly flicking out while salty wells of water drip from your lash line.

He pulls away, gaze hungrily devouring the needy despair that’s clear on your expression, clear in your scent. “How would you like it if I put some cum into you?” He muses softly, and suddenly the hand at your back has managed to sneak between your thighs, fingers circling your entrance. Lips part; eyes widen; chest raises, nipples dragging against the rough fabric covering his torso with every breath.

You beg him with your eyes; with your body; with your every breath. Beg him not to tease you anymore—you can’t take it. Lips quirk as he recognises your breaking point, the daze of your mind. All you can think about is how he’d scooped his cum onto his fingers. The fingers now poised to slide into you, knuckle deep. How easily they’ll slip inside. How tight you’ll squeeze him, desperate to suction up every drop they have.

“Open up,” he mutters.

Feet pitter-pat as you part your thighs, widening your stance ever so slightly.

Eyes widen, locked on his as those long, deft fingers slide into you. Back arches, lips part in a lovely O, then your lids flutter shut, and you’re slumping into him, knees wobbling too much. Muscle spasms as shadows wrap around your hips and waist, easily keeping you upright while his fingers pump and curl, working you open. Lip tugs between your teeth as he pushes his cum into you, digits rubbing against spots that have drool spilling from the edges of your mouth.

“Go on,” he goads. “Make noise for me, pet.”

Quiet sobs drip from your lips, crying weakly, halfway between whining and moaning. Pathetically whimpering as his scent wraps around you. His cock presses against your abdomen again—slightly sticky from the amount of release he pumped onto you—and you release a high-pitched sound, thighs squeezing together. “Sir…” you whimper, feeling the coil tightening in the pit of your belly.

Azriel keeps you pressed tight to him, leather dragging over your skin as you breathe heavily, hips winding over his fingers, pressing flush to his front. Eyes nearly rolling with the pleasure of feeling the stiff heat of his cock poking your middle. Having him so close, with his fingers inside you, and his shadows—

You whimper as they build over your clit, buzzing between your legs and that’s all it’ll take—

He pulls away, hands and darkness retracting, leaving you cold and trembling. Tears fill your eyes as you stare up at him beseechingly. “Azriel…!” You sob, lower lip wobbling as you cry out, the deprivation too much.

But he only tuts, flipping you around so you’re once again pressed against the sturdy chest of drawers. “It’s just rule after rule, isn’t it?” He mutters, hazel gleaming with wicked exhilaration. “What am I going to do with you?”

You shake your head weakly. “Sir—” you whimper, but his hands slip beneath your thighs, roughly hoisting you up onto the furniture. You squeak from the treatment, sensitive to the sudden changes. “Sir, please—” you cry, but he’s spun you around so you’re facing the wall, pushing you down so you slide across the polished top.

Mind scrambles to catch up, but you’re fritzed, simultaneously overstimulated and touch starved as he handles you into the position he wants.

Wild heat flares between your legs as he pulls you forward a little, so you’re on your back, head just hanging off the drawers. Mouth parts in a sharp inhale, his fingers tracing over your throat, one hand guiding his cock to your lips, stroking himself. “You know what I think, pet?” He drawls, a sinister glint in those hazel eyes of his. You swallow, tipping your view so you can see around his cock, shaking your head in reply.

“I think you need to shut up for a bit,” he mutters, lips lifting into an upside down smirk, warped from your angle. “Really have some time to think about the shit you’ve pulled,” he growls, still pumping his cock. Already precum is beading at his tip, swelling to the point of leaking out. Similar parts excitement and terror liquidate between your legs, heart pounding in your chest.

He taps your lips with the tip of his cock, salty liquid sticking to your mouth as you greedily open for him—more than ready to at last have him on your tongue. He hums at your obedience, male satisfaction gleaming in his hazel eyes. “So desperate to have your throat fucked?” He muses, fingers dragging over the soft skin of your neck. You whimper in response, parting your thighs, sticking your tongue out in offering.

Azriel growls at the sight, then he’s guiding himself between your lips, pushing into the hot, wet heat of your mouth. A low groan drags from his chest as you envelope him, tongue flicking over his slit, tears spilling from your eyes; streaming up into your hair as the thick liquid finally hits your tastebuds. You moan around him, thighs pressing together; rubbing tight as he eases further and further inside. All until he’s up to the hilt, nestled deep in your throat, skin bulging around his size. Thumb swipes across himself, feeling the evidence of his arousal through your neck, squeezing lightly.

Throat contracts as you gag ever so slightly. He pulls away to give you a breath, then sliding back in. It’s only when his hips are practically pressing against the wooden frame of the furniture that he gives a low groan of relief. Hands grip your waist, slipping between your thighs as he firmly pushes them apart. “Things’ll get worse before they get better,” he mutters absently, fingers sliding through your wet heat, awareness sparking with such force it takes a while for his words to register.

But then his shadows have pinched your nose, cutting off the minimal breaths you were managing with him stretching you full. Dread pools in your belly as his hand retracts, and you know what’s going to happen before he does it. His hand smacks down, landing a stinging slap to your pussy, clit throbbing beneath his merciless palm. Tears spill as your throat contracts around him, gagging as the ache sears through your thighs.

“How many of those do you think I should give you, pet?” He asks, drawing his hips back to allow you to gasp down breaths. But before you can have enough, he’s forcefully shoving his way back inside, his flavour taking over your mind. “Five? Seven?” He suggests lightly, clearly enjoying himself—getting off on how far he can push you. How deeply he can take his pleasure. “Would ten get those lessons to finally stick? Maybe fifteen would help nail the idea home.”

A whimper works it’s way up your throat, whining around his cock, feeling it as his hand pulls back, already prepared to smack down on your tender sex. You attempt to cry out in protest, but you’re muffled by his cock as he brings his hand down, the wet slap resounding throughout the room as you try to jerk and thrash beneath him, arms tugging at your restraints desperately. He lands spank after spank to your poor pussy. Breaths are few and far between, Azriel only allowing you to gulp down air when you’re on the brink of passing out.

You cry out, his hips rolling forward, a mix of cum and saliva beginning to spill from the corners of your mouth. Small spluttering sounds gurgle from your throat, tears dripping up into your hair as his cock drags over your tongue, tasting so distinctly like himself that you shift forward, trying to get more of him. His hand pulls back a final time, landing that last stinging spank to your tender sex; you cry out around him.

Azriel groans, drawing his hips back, precum and spit beginning to drip up your cheeks, spilling over your lips. His hand fists in your hair, holding you up so he can stare down at you. Arousal spikes in his lower abdomen, taking in your flushed complexion, the plumpness of your lips, your utterly fucked-out expression.

Tears spill, tongue swiping out in poor attempts to clean yourself of your shared mess; Azriel curses under his breath, low and viciously. “Such a messy brat, aren’t you?” He growls, stroking himself with his free hand, spit and cum forming a delicious lubricant. He curses again as you stick your tongue out, desperate for more of his attention—cruel as it is.

You make an obscene sound, humming with your mouth open, inviting him to finally slide in and give you the face-fucking you deserve. Azriel’s lips quirk in a wicked grin, male satisfaction thrumming beneath his skin, taking in your dumb expression. “Want my cock, huh?” He drawls, running his tip over your lips, groaning as your tongue flicks over his tip, greedily suckling the sensitive space just beneath the head.

You nod desperately, tears slipping out as you reach for him with your mouth.

He braces one palm on the edge of the drawers, leaning over you, raising your head as you wince from the tension on your scalp. “I’m getting the distinct impression you’re enjoying this, pet,” he muses, lips mere inches from your own. Tongue flicks out, tasting the slight saltiness that’s been painted onto your mouth. You moan softly, urging him to slide in, to fuck your throat until he’s coming on your tongue.

Azriel growls, landing a harsh smack to your cheek, raw skin stinging with the force of the slap. “Behave,” he mutters, “or do I need to spank you some more?” You whimper in response, squirming on the surface of the chest, shaking your head. “No?” He muses, jerking your head slightly. “Don’t want that?” Shake your head again, looking up at him pleadingly.

He hums, a sound rumbling from deep in his chest. Shadows squeeze your jaw, then he spits down onto your mouth. Spine arches, wild heat burning between your thighs as he adds more to the messy mixture on your tongue. Then he’s standing upright, pushing his cock back between your lips. Tears spill as you gag, his hips beginning to buck lightly. Faster than before—how he’d been grinding against the velvety wetness of your mouth.

“Do you like that, pet?” He mocks, knowing you can’t respond. Fingers graze your throat, enjoying how he can feel himself through your skin. Palm spans your neck, lightly pumping, squeezing as he groans softly. “Tell me how much you love this, pet.” You whine around him, a rough moan dragging from his chest as you muffle out your words, tongue flicking over him.

Azriel grins wickedly, thumbing across the stretch in your neck, before finally leaning forward.

Your entire body jerks as his mouth latches onto your cunt, tongue suckling and flicking over your clit. Thighs spread in surprise, then squeeze around him, stunned from the onslaught of pleasure. Whimpers pour from your lips as his hips start bucking more roughly, grinding into your mouth. Scarred, calloused hands grip the soft skin of your inner thigh, forcefully pushing them apart.

You nearly scream when his mouth detaches from your clit, cock pressing so deep that you gag, the rough pads of his fingers rubbing over your heat, playing with the wet slickness of your cunt. Your thighs spread voluntarily, begging for more attention as he allows you a moment to breathe before sliding back in. Fingers glide into you, up to his knuckles and you cry out around him.

The hot wetness of his mouth reattaches to your clit, fingers pumping in and out, rubbing over your sensitive walls. Pressing and pushing lovely spots that have you tightening around him. Teeth scrape across the bundle of nerves, coil tightening in the pit of your belly. Tears spill as he suctions his mouth to your cunt, giving all his attention to finally stimulating you.

It’s all it takes for you to reach that brink, pleasure on the verge of bursting across your skin. Fingers curl against a mouth-watering spot, and you shatter. Throat contracts as your cunt flutters around him, tipping him over the edge. Hot spurts of cum spill into your mouth, shooting down your throat. Eyes roll to the back of your skull as your world spins, the feeling of him fucking your mouth sending you deeper into pleasure.

Azriel curses lowly. “That’s it,” he encourages roughly. “Swallow it, pet. Drink it all up.” Cunt flutters around his still moving fingers as you swallow around the thick length of him, his mouth returning to soothe the ache of your heat, the warm wetness lapping softly over your clit as you float down from your high.

His hips draw back from your face, Azriel standing to be more upright, fingers retracting from your entrance in favour of toying with your clit, gently rolling and rubbing. Sensitivity has your muscles seizing, tongue flitting over his tip. His mouth lifts into a grin, and then he’s slowly sliding back in, sending a fresh wave of spit and cum spilling down your cheeks.

You whimper, struggling on the table, thighs squeezing together as his glistening fingers trail their way up your body, thumbing over your perky nipples. Pinching. Tugging. You whine softly, trying desperately to get some kind of friction, cunt aching for more attention—to have his warm, wet mouth encase your heat again. To have his tongue toying with your clit, soothing the mind-numbing ache he’s worked up in you.

Azriel pulls back at last, sighing breathlessly, helping you up. “How’re you feeling, pretty thing?”

You nod weakly, allowing him to shift you so you’re facing him, sat atop the chest of drawers. “Good,” you murmur, throat raw from use, cheeks streaked with tears. “I’m…I’m good…” you mumble, leaning forward. He catches you easily, arms wrapping around your back, slotting between your thighs, bringing your cheek to rest upon his shoulder.

“You were so perfect,” he whispers, stroking your hair, pressing light kisses to your temple. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” You nod, shadows releasing the rope constraining your arms. Slowly, achingly, your link your hands over his shoulders, squeezing yourself again him. “I’m tired,” you murmur, pulling closer to his warmth, the firm strength of him seeping into you.

“Hold on,” he says softly, hands sliding beneath your thighs, wrapping your legs around his hips as he lifts you onto him. “We’ll get you all nice and clean, then we can get into bed. How does that sound?” You melt into him, barely managing to cling onto him as he takes you to the bathroom, shadows having already gotten the hot water running.

Arousal thrums beneath your skin, legs tightening around his hips. You grind softly against him, desperate for relief, fatigue weighing on your body. “Azriel…” you whimper, lips brushing against his throat. Arms hook over his shoulder, spine arching as you press into him. “Azzie…”

Open your mouth over him, his breath hitching as you begin lightly sucking marks into the skin, lapping up the distinct taste of him. “Pet?” He asks, gauging your reaction. You shake your head, nestling deeper into him. “I want you,” you whimper, hips winding against him. “Please…”

He shifts his grip on you, slowly lowering you into the bathtub, prying your fingers from his body.

“We can have some more once you’re looked after,” he soothes, stroking your hair. “Let’s get you nice and comfy, then we can go slower. Would you like that, pretty thing?”

The hot water seeps into your skin, warming and softening your bones. You moan softly, leaning back in the bathtub.

You nod sleepily, already on the verge of nodding off. “Okay…” you murmur, head tipping to the side.

Azriel smiles softly, stroking your cheek as he allows you to bask in the heat.

He knows you won’t make it back to the bedroom—you’re far too worn out for that.

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[brainrotcharacters]

Drink

ship: Nami x fem! reader

summary: What kind of flirtation, exactly, would catch and keep Nami's interest?

a/n: requested by @0amy5

tags: flirtations so unhinged they're borderline suggestive, gay panic, reader's sister is a good wingwoman (she also goes off with Sanji), Nami is the dom of this relationship, inaccurate alcohol use because I've never gone drinking it in my life and I don't intend to

*

Your younger sister smiled behind the rim of her mug. "Oh, she's definitely interested."

From where you leaned back against the high top table, the pretty orange-haired girl and her group of guy friends across the bar were in your blind spot. Your sister was more than happy to face them on your behalf, not at all being subtle about how she was smiling at Nami and then gesturing towards you.

"Turn around already, would you? Don't be a bitch." Your sister smacked your arm with the back of her hand, and you smacked her back quickly. "I thought I was finally going to see your renowned flirting skills in action."

"Shut your face." you smile. "We both know you don't need to learn flirting from me."

She picked up her jacket from the barstool at her side, attention no longer on you but on Sanji, who held her gaze and then excused himself from the group. Your sister gave you a mischievous wink, "The extra advantage doesn't hurt."

You huff a laugh, waving a hand in dismissal and congratulations.

A head of orange hair had approached from the opposite direction and occupied the seat next to you. She braced her forearms on the high top table and addressed the barkeep. "Word is, top shelf is the sweetest you have around here."

It was either that the alcohol had gone to your head, or that she smelled like tangerines and the sea, but your mouth was quicker than your mind. "Too much sweetness will make you sick."

The side of Nami's mouth curled up as she turned to look at you, then swept her eyes over your body with deliberate, flirtatious slowness. "I'll take my chances." A bottle with amber-colored liquid was placed between you two. "I'm Nami."

You introduce yourself in return, and Nami's smile widens. "Y/n… listen, your friend isn't very good at subtlety."

"Neither is yours, from the way he opened the door for my sister when they left together."

Nami grasps the bottle by the neck, leading the way to the veranda of the bar where there was more privacy. She said over her shoulder. "Oh, that one worships all women. Your sister is in good hands."

The two of you claim a two-person table at the corner of the veranda railing―― to have something to lean into when the alcohol hits you all at once, probably. Nami crosses one leg over the other, and the generously beautiful movement nearly made you gulp.

"With all due respect, Y/n," she began. "I bet you'll crawl into my bed before tonight ends."

Oh, indisputably. You heard yourself think. "I bet this table will be more than enough for us, sweetheart."

Her smile widens into a grin. Correct response. "You're quite the smooth talker, aren't you?"

"Oh, no. My tongue is rough, actually." You reach across the table to take the bottle from her, sticking your tongue out against the rim before you took a swig.

Something was burning in the blue of Nami's eyes when you placed the bottle back between you two. She didn't miss a beat. "How about this? You guess something wrong about me, you drink. I guess something wrong about you, I drink."

You grin. "We both get drunk in the end, regardless?"

Nami made an offended face. "Do you have someplace else to be in the morning, pretty lady?"

"Not anymore." There never was, but for the sake of that blush on Nami's cheeks now, a little lying couldn't hurt.

"I'll go first, then." She leaned closer. You crossed your legs as well, so it becomes more likely that your boots touched casually (but not really). "You've been married before."

A giggle escaped you. "I hope you're thirsty."

She shamelessly glanced down at your lips for a fraction of a second. Your thighs clench under the table. "No man ever tried to put a ring on your finger?"

"Oh, they've tried. Haven't you noticed my sister's knives?" You waited a few seconds until realization flickered across Nami's face. "My life is better without all the dangling bits, thank you."

Nami snickered, grabbing the bottle. After she threw her head back and gulped down the mouthful of liquid, she returned it on the center of the table. "Your turn."

You hummed thoughtfully. To call her out so early in this dynamic, or to get yourself blackout drunk? "You prefer giving up control."

There was something dark and broken about the way she smiled at the words. It was ridiculously attractive. "Drink, Y/n."

It was as if your shoulder and hand were not entirely your own as you reached for the bottle and took another swig. Simple as that, you were under Nami's thumb.

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[nolita-fairytale]

still into you | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | chapter one: thursday

summary: you, syd, marcus, and carmy return to where it all began: new york city, prompting you and carmy to think a lot about your past... and your future together. (four part series | follow-up to 'make my heart surrender)

warnings: lots of swearing, tooth-rotting fluff, use of she/her pronouns, the lightest of smut, no use of y/n, second person pov

word count: 5k

listen to: 91 - bleachers | now i'm in it - haim | bewitched, bothered, and bewildered - ella fitzgerald (playlist here)

a/n: re: the poll -- yall really said 'let this man be happy please!' and i love that for us. if you voted for the other fic, i want to reassure you that i will be writing that one right after this! please enjoy all of the fluff and joy of this four chapter fic. i also feel like i potentially robbed us of a smut scene so... anyone interested in a bonus smut scene as a companion to this chapter?

Thursday 

“Alright, guys. We only have a few hours to get our day one prep done. I’ve outlined a schedule for today so that we’re as efficient as possible. Tomorrow’s gotta go smooth, alright?” Carmy instructs, laying out the day. 

You listen intently, marveling at your boyfriend in-action. He’s so fearless when he’s in his element, and being back in New York just seems to bring back all the memories of how you met. It’s like you’re twenty seven again, huddling up for a pre-shift meeting, led by recently-promoted wunderkind CDC, Carmen Berzatto. 

Only, you’re not twenty seven anymore and Carmy is the love of your life. 

“I’m gonna start with the mise for our beef dish, so Syd, can you get working on our signature veal stock? I think we should work with one in the pressure cooker just in case we get short on time and have a back up,” Carmy directs, an intense determination filling his eyes. 

He looks from Sydney to Marcus, before continuing his orders. 

“Marcus, I need you to start on the ice cream today, chef. I ordered us some liquid nitrogen if we need to make more on the fly, but I’d really prefer not to.”

And then it’s your turn, and boy, do you love to watch him work. You have to fight the corners of your lips from curling into a broad grin because you know now is not the time. 

“And lastly, I’m gonna have you work on the pasta. My goal is for us to get all of the agnolotti assembled today, so I’ll jump in when I wrap up with my mise to help you with that, yeah?”

“Heard,” the three of you answer in unison. 

Everyone’s got their game faces on because this is a big deal. 

The biggest, actually. 

Representing The Bear at the James Beard House is more than a big deal – it’s an honor. Only a handful of chefs get invited to cook here per year, and after a little fancy footwork in terms of scheduling, the four of you were finally able to agree on a date with the famous organization. You’re more than elated to be a part of the team, even if you aren’t working at The Bear anymore. 

The four of you quickly busy yourselves with setting up your stations. You only have a few hours to accomplish a whole lot of prep, and the pressure sits heavily on each of your shoulders. Tickets to the dinner had sold out within the first hour, which, after all the press, accolades, and media attention the restaurant had earned over the last few years, hadn’t been a huge surprise.

“Think you can keep up, chef? Don’t tell me you’re gettin’ rusty on me,” Marcus quips, already starting the playful trash talking early.

You let out a laugh, before challenging him in jest.

“Damn, Marcus. Hasn’t been that long. Bet I can still kick your ass on a ‘beat the clock’ mise, chef.”

“Oooooh. Shots fired,” Sydney calls out, joining in on your friendly banter.

“Challenge accepted,” Marcus shoots back, almost instantly. 

And then you’re scrambling to get as many prep containers and a kitchen scale, as you race your friend and mentee, all in good fun. 

You’ve missed this. 

It’s only been a few months since you started your new job – a culinary education director at a startup intent on building more sustainable food systems. While your heart would always be at the restaurant, you’d been ready to take on new challenges. The salary pay and benefits didn’t hurt either. You were happy taking a grown-up job, craving a little more stability and normalcy – and so that you and Carmy could stop paying out the ass for health insurance. Besides, you were still working with food. It just looked… well, a lotta different these days. 

You’ve missed the fast pace of the kitchen, your people, and Carmy’s desire for excellence, but it’s not like those things have left your life either. You still have them. 

After you’d left the restaurant, Marcus had taken over as the head pastry chef. In the last few months, you’ve watched him mentor and inspire a new group of wide-eyed, green, chefs-in-the-making, which had made you prouder than you’d ever have the words for. 

You can smell the sharp-allium scent of onions, as Syd quarters them for her stock, and while you have several cartons of eggs and 00 flour, Marcus has gathered all the milk that you’d just purchased for today’s prep.

“Behind,” Carmy says. He passes you by with a few 5 qt storage containers stacked, as he hugs them to his body with one arm. 

You feel his other hand place the gentlest touch on the small of your back as he leans in and whispers in your ear, “It’s good to have you back, chef.” 

You smile, turning your head just enough to lean back to look at him. 

“It’s good to be back, chef.” 

He presses the gentlest, slow kiss to your lips, and it feels like time stops for a moment. As he pulls away from you, there’s a small smirk on his face as Sydney shouts, “Oh get a room, you two!” 

“If we had the time…” he murmurs quietly, planting one more soft peck onto your lips. His face is still only inches away from yours. You giggle in response, the tender moment filling your heart with warmth. 

“Speaking of time… I just bought Marcus a head start,” Carmy teases, your jaw dropping as soon as you realize what he’s doing. 

You pull away from him, your head snapping towards Marcus’ direction to see that he’s already filled a 5 qt container to its capacity with one portion of the milk. 

“Seriously? Damn it, Carmy!” you cry out, shaking your head. “This is sabotage!”

You hear Marcus laugh in the background and as Carmy walks away with a cheeky feeling of accomplishment. You shake your head in disbelief. 

“Sorry, babe. You can deal with a little hazing, yeah? Since you’ve been gone for so long. Gotta give my guy a head start. ‘S only fair.” 

“You’re such a dick,” you scowl, scrambling to catch up. 

Oh it is so on. 

*

By the time you’re done with your day one prep, the four of you head to the hotel. Luckily, it’s only a five minute walk away, and you’re grateful that the James Beard Foundation chose to partner with one so close. The four of you pull your suitcases down the streets of Greenwich Village, before arriving at the luxurious, vintage-inspired hotel. 

You’re eager to get up to your room, as you haven’t had a shower, nor a time to take a break since you all arrived. 

“Woah…” Carmy says, his brilliant blue eyes scanning the high end hotel room. “You sure we can afford this?” 

You chuckle, “I think uh… they have a partnership with the James Beard Foundation, which is the only way I can answer your question with a ‘yes’ without having to tell you that we have to sell an arm, a leg, and our first born.” 

He shoots a half smile in your direction before letting out a whistle as he looks around. The floor to ceiling windows feel way outside of anything you could afford, as Carmy spots the French doors that lead right out onto a terrace. As you continue to explore the rest of the room, you spot a huge tub in the bathroom – something you’re very eager to take advantage of. 

“Power nap?” you ask Carmy, setting down your suitcase in the middle of the room. 

You’ll put your things away later.

“Fuck yeah,” he agrees eagerly.

You’ve barely put your book bag down before you’re both stripping off your jeans and climbing into the perfectly made hotel bed. After spending the morning traveling, you, Sydney, Marcus, and Carmy had gotten off the plane at JFK and gone straight to the James Beard House in Greenwich. Not only had Carmy been antsy to see the kitchen and get a head start on prep, you hadn’t been able to check into your hotel till this afternoon. You’re both spent, and you know that Carmy’s been running himself ragged preparing for this once in a lifetime opportunity. He hasn’t been sleeping all that well either– his thoughts consumed with nailing down the perfect menu, while paralyzed with indecision.

His quest for perfection had made him irritable over the last few days. You could see that the pressure was getting to him. His appetite was down, he was picking fights with you about small, unnecessary things at home, and pushing Sydney (sometimes a little too hard) at the restaurant. 

But today, he seems a little more in control of his feelings, and it puts him a little more at ease now that you’re finally in New York. He knows he’s been driving you crazy all week, and now that you’re all here, he’s hoping he can relax a little. 

Now that you’re here, in the city. 

Now that the dinner is only a day and a half away. 

You’re hoping he’ll slow down at some point too – give himself a little time to enjoy how big of an accomplishment this is. At least by the end of the weekend. Frankly, you’re glad you’ll have Saturday to enjoy the city without any pressure. 

For all of your sakes. 

You’re surprised that Carmy falls asleep with you during your late afternoon nap. He’s been so wired, so high strung lately, but you’ve just been waiting for him to come back down. Now that it seems like he is, there’s no way in hell you’re going to wake him up. You’re curled up together when you wake, your back pressed against his chest, his arms enveloping you. It feels almost impossible to pry yourself out of his arms without waking him up, but his deep slumber confirms your suspicions and you’re more than willing to let him continue sleeping. It takes a few tries to slip out of his embrace, but you do, and it’s off to the bathroom to get ready for dinner.

You try to make as little noise as possible, but by the time you're out of the shower, and your hair has been blown dry, Carmy’s up. You can hear the hotel TV on as you exit the bathroom and see he’s put his jeans back on. He’s perched on the edge of the bed, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You notice that the dark circles under his eyes that have accumulated over the years seem to sit heavier this week, as his eyes flicker over towards you.

“Damn, my girl’s got style,” he compliments, checking out your all black-ensemble. “We really are back in New York, huh?”

You nod, grinning at his sweet compliment, as you sit down to slip your white sneakers on. 

“You meetin’ up with Liz and Maya tonight?” he asks you. 

“Yeah. Syd’s gonna join for a bit before her thing. She should uh… be here any minute, actually.” You begin tying up the shoelaces of one of your shoes, before slipping the other one on. 

“You sure you don’t want to come?”

“Nah I-, I'll see ‘em tomorrow right? But tell ‘em I say ‘hello’.”

“Of course. I think they’re both really looking forward to seeing you.”

You check the time on your phone making sure you have enough time, before you make your way to where Carmy sits on the edge of the bed. 

“What’re you going to do tonight?” you ask, curiously, stopping so that your body is right in front of his. 

“Well Marcus is staging at per se so… I’ll probably just hang out. Order room service or pick up a sandwich across the street. I wanna run through all this shit so tomorrow goes as well as it can,” Carmy answers, waving his notebook at you. 

He’s like a man possessed, but it’s one of the many reasons you love him. You pull the notebook out of his hands tossing it somewhere on the bed behind you. You place your knees on each side of his hips, before settling down on top of him. 

“Think you can relax a little tonight?”

He pulls you in, his arms moving over your hips. Carmy leans in, placing a small kiss against your glossy lips. 

“Think you can help me with that?”

You giggle in response, twisting your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck.

“I think… that could be arranged.”

Before anything too spicy can happen, there’s a knock at the door and you know it’s Syd. Carmy groans as you pull away, falling back onto the bed with a sigh of defeat. You climb off of him, heading to answer the door. 

“Hey, you ready?” Sydney asks, as you greet her. 

“Yeah, let me just grab my phone,” you reply, stepping aside to let her in. 

As she enters the hotel room, Carmy’s sitting up. With his feet planted firmly on the ground, he leans over, resting his forearms on his legs as he runs a hand through his messy curls. 

Sydney looks from you to a somewhat pouty Carmy, as if she knows she interrupted something. 

“Staying in tonight, Carm?” she asks him, as you gather your things. 

“Yeah,” he grumbles, and you can’t help but notice how tired he looks. 

Sydney rolls her eyes in response, “Don’t worry. I’ll have her back by nine.”

“Alright, I’m ready,” you say with a smile as you address Sydney. 

“You guys have fun,” Carmy nods, with a half assed wave.

“Don’t work too hard, boss,” Sydney adds, as the two of you turn to leave. “Oh and Carmy. You’ve got a little…” She gestures towards the lipstick you’ve left on his face. 

You laugh in response, and as you close the door, Carmy can hear Sydney’s ‘oh my god, you two are like rabbits’ comment in the distance. 

Carmy allows himself to fall back on the bed, reaching above his head to grab his notebook again. He’s honestly grateful to have a night to himself. He’s never been much for going out, or big social events, so having a night in feels like a good kind of calm before the storm – especially because the next few days will be full of social interactions. He’d always found New York City a little overstimulating. 

Between the dinner and the reception on Saturday, Carmy felt like he was collapsing under the enormous pressure – his only out being excellence. It’s not just the fact that being invited to cook at the James Beard house was a once in a lifetime opportunity, but there’s important business to announce here too. And then there’s the social aspect of it all, and he can’t help but feel like there are high expectations: from the food world, his reputation, your old friends from New York. And he wants to make everyone happy – he wants to impress them all. 

Something about being back here, and being back here with you, has him caught up in his head about it all. This is where you’d met. It’s also where he’d been at his lowest – right before Mikey died. So much has changed, and Carmy feels too large for his old battlefield.

Because that’s what it had been for him: a battlefield. 

A battle for his mental health, to rise to the top of the New York City fine dining scene, fighting with his feelings for you. 

Over the last two years, he had learned that he didn’t have to fight every single damn day. Some days he could just… be – be himself, whatever the fuck that meant, be a friend, and be with you. It felt strange – familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Being back here makes him somehow feel like the total loser he was six years ago when he first arrived in NYC… and a completely different person at the same time. 

While he was over the moon when he got the call from the James Beard Foundation, he also couldn’t fight this uncomfortable feeling that’s been sitting in his stomach all week long. Carmy had never quite been able to come to terms with the whole ‘celebrity’ aspect of the food world. He knew what he could do in the kitchen. That was unquestionable. But the rest of it – the networking, the celebrity chef circles – was the part he felt most unsure about.

Ever since Sydney’s Rising Star win, he’d let her take center stage with her rising visibility in the culinary world. Actually, he’d been grateful that she was so good at it – that it seemed like she enjoyed the part of the job he hated. There was someone to take the pressure off of him – someone who thrived in front of the camera so that he didn’t have to. But he knows at some point this weekend, he’ll have to face the music. 

There were big changes coming to The Bear. 

*

It didn’t take long after the initial introductions for your friends to fawn over Sydney. They were more than happy to meet your friend they’d heard all about, and the incredible chef who was shaking up the Chicago food scene. 

“Well I’m glad to hear that some things have changed and that working with Carmy’s not a total nightmare any longer-?” Liz concludes your conversation about the restaurant, earning an eye roll from Maya and a laugh from both you and Sydney.

“Oh no it’s still tough sometimes,” Sydney says back. “He has his days. We all do.”

“Liz!” you protest, in regards to the Carmy-bashing.

“What?! You didn’t have to work directly under him back then!” she defends herself, before clarifying with Sydney. “And in his defense, Sydney, it was really our exec chef who was the real nightmare.”

“Oh she works directly under him, alright,” Maya jokes, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“And sometimes on top of him, and also-,” you quip back, ready to play along.

“Oh my god, you’re out of control and I am sick of you!” Sydney exclaims with a laugh in reference to your crass comment.

“So tell us more about the new restaurant,” Maya prompts, refocusing the conversation back to Sydney’s previous reveal.

Sydney tells your friends about The Bear’s plans to expand, and shares ideas she has that even you haven’t heard from Carmy yet. As she wraps up her story, she realizes what time it is, meaning that she’s gotta head uptown soon. She really only was supposed to stay for a glass of wine, but meeting your friends has been so fun that she’s lost track of time. 

“Shit. I have to head out,” she says. “But I’ve really loved meeting you guys. You’re coming to the dinner tomorrow night, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Absolutely.”

“And the reception!” you add gleefully, so glad you get to see your best friends three days in a row. 

“It’s been really great meeting you, Sydney,” Liz says, shooting you a look of approval. She squeezes your hand under the table momentarily, before saying, “Thanks for taking care of our girl. She speaks so highly of you.”

“Where are you off to next?” Maya asks, excitedly. 

“Syd’s got dinner plans,” you answer, waiting for Sydney to provide more detail.

“Yeah, I uh-, I got invited to one of the To Be Hosted events and it just worked out that we’d be in town for this the same weekend,” Sydney replies, a glimmer of excitement flashing through her eyes as she shares.

“Damn, you got invited to a supper club?” Liz marvels. “Okay!”

“Yeah because she’s a rockstar,” you cheer your friend on, saying it so matter of factly that even a stranger would believe you. 

You all say your goodbyes to Sydney before ordering food. It feels so good to be back in the city, back here with some of your best friends. Maya and Liz had been the friends that held you up, and you them, when you lived here. While you had met Liz at your last job, a sous chef under Carmy’s leadership, Maya worked in fashion and the two of you had become fast friends after meeting through an ex-boyfriend. Once you introduced the two of them to each other, the three of you had been inseparable ever since. 

They had always been your biggest cheerleaders – especially when it came to you and Carmy.

“She’s great,” Maya says, in reference to Sydney. 

“Right? I’m so excited for her. This is a huge deal: create her own menu, a chance to run kitchen without Carmy…” you agree, feeling deep satisfaction over the amazing people you have in your life. “We’re announcing the big news at the dinner tomorrow.”

“Speaking of, how is our favorite guy? What’s he up to tonight?” Maya asks, guiding the conversation back to Carmy. 

“I told him he could come but I think he wanted to stay in tonight. I think he needs some time to decompress. He’s been pretty high strung all week,” you answer. 

“Carmy? High strung?” Liz asks back sarcastically, earning a laugh from you.  “I’m kidding! I really am looking forward to seeing him tomorrow. 

Maya shakes her head, before taking a sip of her glass of wine. She’s always adored Carmy, but knows that Liz has a different relationship with him, having worked as a line cook. 

“You guys are… getting serious, huh?” Liz asks, glancing over at you. 

“Um.. I think those two were married after their first coffee date,” Maya adds. 

“It was not a date!” you insist, shooting her a look. 

Liz lets out an unconvinced laugh, and you accept defeat because you know they’ve always been right about you and Carmy. 

“Maya, don’t forget. Our girl is and has always been the Queen of Denial,” Liz adds, winking in your direction. 

“Oh ha-ha. You guys are so funny,” you reply dryly. You nod, thinking about you and Carmy’s relationship over the last few years. “Yeah uh… it’ll be three years in the Fall so… you could say it’s getting pretty serious.”

Your friends are beaming back at you in response to your admission, and while you’d love to spend all night talking about how head over heels you are for Carmy, you’re also kind of ready to shift the attention off of you and your relationship. 

“Enough about me. What’s going on with you guys?” you change the subject. 

It feels so good to catch up with your girl friends. You all agree to make it an early night. While Maya’s husband had agreed to put their kid to bed, she wants to make it home in time anyways. Liz has a date later, and before you know it, you’ve wrapped up dinner and are walking back to your hotel. You send Carmy a quick text, because you’re only a few blocks away. 

You: On the way back. 

New York City has always been so inspiring to you. The city itself feels alive – like there’s an electric undercurrent that always makes you feel so full. There’s never a dull moment, and it feels as if the potential for a wild adventure is always around the corner. It’s also the place that you and Carmy met, all those years ago. It’s funny. The version of you that met him six years ago never could’ve predicted this: that you’d actually get to be here together, after almost three years of loving each other fiercely. 

Your friends were and always have been right about you. 

Back then, you were Queen of Denial and even then, Carmy had been your king. 

But you’re here now: in the city you met in, stupidly in love with the man you’d met six years ago who had seemed terrified to merely have a conversation with you. 

Your phone buzzes in your hand, interrupting your trip down memory lane, as you peek at the text you just received. 

Carmy: Went out for a walk and a smoke. 

You type back a quick, yet short reply. 

You: Love you. 

When you return to the hotel room, you enjoy the quiet of the evening. It still feels like spring in NYC, so you open a window because it just feels too damn good outside. No wonder he’d gone for a walk. You kick your shoes off, placing them gently by the door, before stripping off your jacket and heading into the bathroom. 

As you pull your hair up and out of your face, piling it into one conglomerate on top of your head, you eye the large bathtub you’d admired earlier.  Not only are you in need of a relaxing soak, but you’re hoping you can persuade Carmy to join you – maybe even help him destress a little. You don’t think twice about it, as you strip off all of your clothes, sliding on one of the fluffy robes that the hotel has provided. You flip on the hot water, the sound of rumbling water against tile hitting your ears.

There’s a bath soak in a glass jar that you find on the bathroom counter, before adding it to the increasingly hot water. While it looks like a mixture of some kind of soak and epsom salt, large bubbles begin to form underneath the rapid stream of the faucet, and you inhale deeply. 

Lavender. Vanilla. Chamomile, maybe?

The smell puts you at ease and you can feel your shoulders melting away from your ears. 

It’s not long before Carmy returns, the bathtub is almost at its capacity and the bath soak that you put in the hot water has bubbled up and blossomed into large, sudsy configurations. You’ve put on a jazz playlist, the sounds of Ella Fitzgerald filling the small space as you hum along. 

“Babe?” Carmy calls out to you, as you hear the front door close behind him. 

“I’m in here,” you call to him, turning the volume of your phone down a few levels. . 

You hear a shuffle of shoes, before he’s peeking around the door frame, his eyes lighting up as soon as he sees you. He knows it’s silly. It’s not like he’s been able to be very present over the last week, and it begins to dawn on him that he’s missed you.

“How was your walk?” you ask softly. 

“Good.”

He looks around the bathroom, the air thick with humidity from the hot water. You turn the faucet off, as you’ve now filled the tub to its capacity.

“You look comfy.”

“I am. It’s a very comfy robe.”

You wait a beat before preparing your ask.

“Big tub,” you entice him, gesturing towards the bubble bath that awaits you. 

“Yeah?” he asks, a half smile on the edges of his lips as he takes a step towards you. 

“Big enough for two,” you nod, making your case. 

It’s all the convincing he needs. You’re removing your robe, leaving your bare body on display for him to see, and soon enough, he’s stripping down and climbing into the bathtub with you. You share an awkward laugh as the two of you clumsily figure out how to position yourselves for optimal comfort. Your back is pressed against his chest, and you’re truly in awe of the large bathtub that somehow holds the both of you.

It becomes progressively easier for Carmy to relax. Between the hot water, and your naked body pressed against his, thoughts and worries about tomorrow begin to slip away. The two of you enjoy the quiet intimacy between you, the soft sounds of your favorite jazz standards, and Carmy’s lazily dragging his fingertips across any bit of exposed skin that he can.

You lean your head back against his shoulder, and Carmy buries his face in the crevice where your neck and shoulders meet. 

“Why don’t we do this more often?” he asks, in between leaving a few slow-paced, soft kisses across your shoulders. 

“Hm?” you hum in response. From the way his mouth and hands move across your body, and the silky feeling of the hot water, you barely have a thought left in your head.

“This whole… bath thing,” he clarifies, exhaling a deep sigh. 

This may be the most relaxed he’s felt all week and he likes that you seem to be enjoying this too.  

“Probably because we have a tub that I can only assume was built for a small show dog,” you joke. 

He laughs dryly. 

“Fair enough.”

Carmy waits a beat before speaking again, enjoying how his mind has quieted for the first time in days.

“Let’s put it on the list… for when we’re ready to move to a new place,” he suggests, quietly. 

“Somewhere with a big tub?” you ask, only sort of surprised by his request. 

“Yeah.”

You turn your head to look at him, as Carmy presses a searing kiss to your lips. You feel his hand snake between your legs and you begin to understand exactly why he’s enjoying this whole bath thing. 

“As much as I’m enjoying this…” he whispers against your lips. “Think you maybe want to get out of this tub…”

Another kiss.

“… dry off…”

You slide your tongue against his as his fingertips move higher up your inner thigh, earning a hiss of pleasure from you. 

“…not put our clothes back on?”

And then he’s swallowing your moans in his mouth, as he continues his exploration. Your head is spinning, and it’s not just the hot water that makes you feel as if your soul was set aflame.

“Yes.”

*

The next morning, you wake up alone. On the bedside table there’s a note in Carmy’s scratchy handwriting that reads:

Couldn’t sleep. Went to Chelsea Market. Love you.

You let out a frustrated sigh. Last night had been incredible but you also knew it’d be back to the grind today. While you’re excited for him – and for tonight – you’re also kind of ready for this to be over. You’re ready to have your boyfriend back.

read: bonus smut scene | chapter two

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[cosmal]

i saw you asked for hurt/comfort requests

could you do James or Sirius with either fem or gn reader where the r scratches or claws their hands subconsciously when nervous and they always have scratches or marks on their hands because of it and James or Sirius is like 😟 bc that’s their baby and like how they would help them? I hope that made a little sense and feel free not to do it. I love your writing sm

moisturiser

summary sirius rubs cream into your hands.

content sirius black x fem!reader, mentions of self harm/scratching

Sirius has disappeared for longer than he said he was going to and you're starting to fidget more than normal. He said he'd be back, and you don't have a strange attachment to him or anything, but you don't know any of his friends that well.

You know Lily better than the others, that's how you met Sirius, but she's also disappeared. You sit back in the chair you're sharing with Sirius and listen to whatever it is Frank and James are talking about.

Sirius returns just when you think you're about to stare a hole into the rug under your feet. You startle when he bumps his knee into yours as he settles. You try to smile and fail horribly. You feel bad for missing your boyfriend so sorely - worse for struggling to talk to his friends.

"Sorry I took too long," SIrius apologises quickly.

He's got two new glasses full of cold pineapple juice in his hands. It sploshes over the brim with his quick movements. Cloudy yellow liquid tracks down his wrists. He leans over, the drinks pressed between the two of you, and kisses you on the cheek.

He hands you yours and licks his fingers quickly, wiping the rest on his jeans. A line of wet smeared up his thigh. You wrinkle your face up at his flippancy.

"Lily was showing me around," he tells you. You sip from your drink quickly and ignore the chill in your teeth. "They just renovated. James installed two shower heads in their shower."

"Really?" you gawp. You set your drink down on the table next to you.

"Yeah." He nods and scoots in closer to you.

"We should do that in your flat," he offers, stupid smile stuck to his face. "I think you'd love it."

"You think?" You're not really listening and you feel horrible for it. You wonder when you'll find the courage to talk to people without prompting. You'll wonder if you'll ever not need Sirius to calm you down before spending time with all of his friends. If you'll never be nervous ever again.

"Definitely," he says, half distracted.

He's reaching into his pocket suddenly, lifting himself up a little to reach deep down. He pulls out a small white tub with a screw-top lid. "I stole this from Lily's room," he says, opening it up.

You gawp. "What?"

He scoops some out and warms it up in his hands. Leaning over, he takes your own hands and starts massaging the cream into your skin. "Smells nice, hmm?"

You blink down at his hands. You know what he's doing. Spending extra time smoothing the cream into the backs of your hands and your wrists where you've rubbed them raw. Welts smattered across your flesh that you hadn't even noticed you'd inflicted. You didn't even know Sirius had realised. You never mention them to him.

You blink and blink and blink until you remember to respond. "Hmm, yeah. Uh - roses?"

"And hyacinth," he tells you, still rubbing your hands. The cream has been thoroughly absorbed now, you think he just wants to spend extra time touching you.

He rubs and rubs until your hands feel almost dry again. "I think it's a moisturiser,'' he says, fingers scraping over your fingernails. "Supposed to reduce redness."

You hum and grab his hands now, lifting them to your mouth. You kiss over his knuckles lovingly and hold him tightly. You want him to know how much you love him right now - it might be more than you ever have.

"Thank you," you say to him and hold his hands to your stomach. "Really."

He lets you lean your head on his shoulder with no problems, turning inwards to let you tuck your elbow into his side. "That's okay, lovely. Your hands still hurting?"

You shake your head and your hair ruffles up over his jacket. "Feel so much better."

"Good," he kisses into your hair, humming a soft sound. "Good. Tell me when they're hurting or if you can't stop scratching. You can hold my hands or I can rub some more cream into them."

"Yeah?"

"Of course." He steals his hands back to wrap his arms over your shoulders and holds you close. "If you're in pain, I'm here to help. Promise."

You think you really could cry but decide against it. Still, your throat feels thick, your mouth dry. You swallow back your sudden, loving upset and kiss his cheek instead.

"You're amazing." You think you might keep your head on his shoulder all night. "I love you."

"I love you too," he says slowly, squeezing your arm closer.

There's a moment where you find yourself listening to his friends, listening to Sirius laugh about whatever it is James is parading about. He still finds time to kiss your head sometimes.

"Hey, Siri?" you ask when he's finished laughing.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" he responds, attention almost immediately, solely on you.

"Did you actually steal that cream from Lily?" You really want to laugh. "You should probably give it back."

Sirius laughs, sounding really pleased with himself. "No, I asked to borrow some. I'll leave it here."

"Oh."

"Take a photo of it though?" he asks and put it in your lap.

"Why?" You do what he says anyways.

"So I can remember what it's called," he smiles. "I'll go buy some more."

He buys three. One for you, one to keep at his flat, and another for his car.

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[sister-lucifer]

What Do The Magic Items Do? 

Did you see this poll? Curious to finally find out what your gift does? The wait is over! Here’s what your mundanely helpful magic items do: 

Glass Rose 🥀 

You’ve been given a beautiful glass rose! When you set it on the window sill to be displayed, the sun filters through it’s delicate glass petals and shines mysterious runes onto the floor and walls surrounding it. Your home is now imbued with plant magic; never again will a house plant, succulent or flower wilt on your watch, and never again will your fruit trees be barren! 

Ancient Tome 📖

You’ve been given a dusty ancient tome! The moment it touches your fingers, you can feel its power coursing through you. The veil between life and death has been lifted in your eyes only. You can now see, communicate with, and sense the spirits all around you, in your home and the earth itself. They aren’t all that interested in most small talk, but they give great advice. Listen to them and spread their wisdom! After all, no one understands life like the dead. 

Quill Pen 🪶 

You’ve been given an authentic quill pen! When you sit down to use it for the first time, you find yourself working with passion and fervor like never before. It’s as if your hand moves with a mind of its own! Never again will you have to battle art or writer’s block, nor will you be dissatisfied that your creation does not compare to the vision. Go forth, and create! 

Sea Glass 🌊 

You’ve been given a smooth piece of sea glass! When you take it into your hands, you immediately feel a sense of calm flow through you from the glass itself. The spirit of the ocean soothes you, melting away all of the day’s stress and allowing you to complete that task you’ve been putting off for days. If you listen closely, you may even hear the faint sound of a siren song that has been imprinted on the glass itself! 

Blank Scroll 📜 

You’ve been given a mysteriously blank scroll! When you take hold of it, it doesn’t immediately do anything, but the next time you wonder aloud where a lost object is, it starts to glow. In a moment an image of the object’s location has formed, and the closer you get to it, the brighter it glows. Never again will you spend hours searching for a hair tie or the cap that fell off your drink bottle or that one specific sweater! 

Golden Bracelet 💛

You’ve been gifted a priceless golden bracelet! Never again will you be left without the proper outfit or accessory for an event. This magic piece of jewelry can transform into anything that can be worn; earrings, a dress, shoes, what have you, and it knows exactly what you need for that special night out. You’ll forget what it’s like to feel underdressed! 

Bejeweled Dagger 🗡️ 

You’ve been given a wonderful bejeweled dagger! The impossibly strong metal of its blade can cut through anything except flesh. Duct tape, annoying clothing tags, plastic packaging, none of it will ever slow you down now, and never again will you have to explain the embarrassing story of how you sliced your hand open while trying to get the Amazon box open! 

Preserved Moth Wings 🦋 

You’ve been given a perfectly preserved pair of moth wings! They’re frozen in their resin case, but their magic is not lost. Clumsiness and a heavy-handed nature are no longer your foes. Never again will you accidentally swipe something off a shelf or make the embarrassing mistake of running directly into a countertop while visiting someone’s house. You’re as light as a moth!

Obsidian Mirror 🪞 

You’ve been gifted a spotless obsidian mirror! Do you have memory problems? Do you often forget important objects, events, or tasks? Are you often frustrated because you know you’re forgetting something, but you don’t know what? Not anymore, you don’t! When you hold this mirror in your hands and stare into it, it shows you a vision of what you’re forgetting. It also functions as a regular mirror, which is pretty helpful too!

Vial of Glowing Liquid 🧪 

You’ve been given a small vial of glowing liquid! If you often find yourself too indecisive, tired, or short on time to make food, this little bottle is going to be your best friend. Just a drop on a plate will instantly transform into the meal you’ve been craving; steak cooked exactly how you like, a PB&J without that one bite that’s just peanut butter! No more fighting sensory issues or a lack of energy just to have a meal. And don’t worry, it’s magic, the vial will never empty!

Antique Pocket Watch 🕰️ 

You’ve been given a hand crafted antique pocket watch! If you’re often scrambling to meet a deadline or finish that awful task when there’s just not enough time, this magic watch will take a weight off your shoulders. Just click the button once and instantly circumstances will warp in your favor. Your boss just extended that deadline! Your friend wants to come over for dinner, they’ll help you do the dishes in half the time! Sometimes life just goes too fast, everyone needs a bit more time now and then! 

20 Sided Die 🎲 

You’ve been gifted an ornate 20 sided die! Except…all the sides are blank? That is, until you ask a question and give it a good roll. In an instant the die will come up with advice to aid you in your endeavors! Whether you need to choose between two amazing outfits or figure out how to gently reject that guy from the supply store, this little roller always has just the thing. 

What object did you get? How will you use it? And most importantly, will you use it wisely?

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