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frost-queen · 2 months

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Tempting fate // part 2 (Reader!Featherington x Colin Bridgerton)

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Summary: Lady Whistledown strikes, making your family suffer underneath her swift pen. Will her wrath push Colin away or while he stand his ground and stay? [ part 1 & part 3 & part 4 ]

Dearest gentile reader,

This author finds herself compelled to share this news. The ton are abuzz with the latest gossip, and so it is my honour to impart to you; Y/n Featherington. The middlest of Featheringtons. One would ask what might occur for her name to fall of interest to this author. Well let this author share you all about Y/n Featherington…

Papers got stacked on each other. – “Get this out immediately. Those were the orders.” – one of the boys said taking a stack of pamphlets and giving it to the little kid. The kid nodded and ran out of the door. – “The latest Whistledown edition!” – he called out waving a pamphlet in his hand. No one was around yet on the streets, yet he felt compelled to shout it. Running as fast his little legs could carry him, he went to deliver an edition at each house of the ton.

Lady Featherington was still in her nightwear when she got woken up. A pamphlet of Lady Whistledown given to her. Baffled she accepted the pamphlet that got placed in her hands with haste. She turned the pamphlet around so she could read it. Her gaze fell immediately on a name. Her daughters name. Before reading anything more, she rushed out of her room. Knocking on each door of her daughter’s rooms. – “Wake up children!” – she called out.

You opened the door, rubbing your eye. – “What is it mama?” – you questioned as your sister Penelope appeared in her door opening as well. – “All of you downstairs.” – your mother spoke excitedly. – “What for?” – Philipa yawned out . You shrugged your shoulders at your sister, following Prudence down the stairs. Philipa groaned annoyed, ruffling her hand through her bed hair.

Penelope was the last to go downstairs, not having said a word. Mama orchestrated for you all to sit down. Philipa and Prudence sat beside each other. You sat before them on the ground. Penelope sitting alone in an armchair. – “We have been mentioned.” – mama spoke delighted, showing them the pamphlet.

“We have?” – Philipa answered curious. – “Was I mentioned too?” – Prudence asked. – “Y/n was.” – mama spoke as your eyes widened. – “I was?” – you spoke cautiously. Prudence lowered her hand on your shoulder. You took it, giving it a comforting squeeze. – “This is excellent news girls. We are finally getting noticed. Lady Whistledown finally agrees just how important we are as a family.” – mama went on. You looked up to your sisters with a hopeful smile.

You wanted nothing more for your sisters to receive the attention of noble men. For your family had not been so lucky in finding a match. – “Have you read it properly?” – Penelope said making you all look at her. Mama chuckled nervously. – “Well no… but what wrong can she write about my girls?” – Mama replied slowly getting insecure.

Philipa extended her hand wanting to read the pamphlet. Philipa got up approaching mama as she wasn’t getting it as fast as she wanted it. Philipa took the pamphlet from her, reading the first lines out loud till her words faded out to a whisper. Her eyes wide.

“What is it?” – you asked seeing the worry in your sister. – “Philipa?” – Mama spoke frightened. Philipa lowered the pamphlet, looking over at you. – “It’s about you sister… not in the nicest way.” – Philipa answered. – “Let me see.” – mama snatched the pamphlet out of her hands to read it for herself. Her hands clenched around the paper, her expression hardening. – “What is it?” – you repeated more worried.

Mama started reading a bit out loud. A section where all your flaws were openly explained. Your insecurities. How you would seduce any man just for attention. How from between your sisters, you might have the ugliest personality. Lies spread out in ink as you were none of those. Mama gasped desperately touching her forehead in distress.

You turned your head, laying it against your sister’s knees, sobbing loud. Prudence lowered her hand on you, wanting to comfort you. – “But mama that isn’t true.” – Prudence spoke defending you. – “It doesn’t matter if it is true or not! The entire ton will read this!” – she threw the pamphlet on the ground from distress.

You wiped some tears away, reaching for the pamphlet. You wanted to read it for yourself. See how lady Whistledown had dragged you through the mud. Ruined perhaps your reputation forever. For who would want to marry such a disgrace now? A girl who found pleasure in seeking men’s attention till they bored her out and she needed another one.

Reading the insults about you, made you cry loud. Prudence took the pamphlet from you, tearing it apart. You looked at your sister Penelope. Seeing her avoid eye contact. Her emotions well-hidden as she appeared unbothered. – “I am sorry mama.” – you cried out not sure why you were apologizing. Mama needed to sit down, too distressed to respond. You got up running up to your room, crying your heart out.

At the Bridgerton house it was still early. A few siblings in the Parlor. There was a knock on the door. Eloise gasped excitedly, jumping up. She rushed up to the man with a platter. A few editions of Lady Whistledown on them. She grabbed one eagerly, reading it with a flush on her cheeks. Her excitement faded out as she read more. – “What is it Eloise?” – Violet asked curious. – “Is it not exciting?” – Violet finished. – “No.” – Eloise responded. – “It is rather hurtful.” – she went on.

“Hurtful?” – Benedict questioned. – “It doesn’t feel like Lady Whistledown.” – Eloise outed. – “What has she written then?” – Anthony wanted to know. – “It’s all about Y/n Featherington.” – Eloise responded. Colin’s head lifted up with wide eyes.

He got up, going over to her to take the edition from her. He read a few lines as his expression tensed. – “Colin?” – Violet blinked confused when her son stormed out of the Parlor without a word. Violet asked for an edition, wanting to read for herself. She gasped, pressing her hand against her chest.

There were loud knocks on the door. Rushed and demanding to be opened. The door opened as he barged in, out of breath. The door from the Parlor opened as Penelope walked out. – “Oh Colin.” – she said happily at the sight of him. – “Why are you here?” – she asked curious. Colin rushed over to her, holding the pamphlet up. – “Where is Y/n?” – he wanted to know. Penelope changed her attitude just a smidge. – “Has she read this?” – he asked panting.

Penelope nodded. Colin exhaled concerned, wanting to move passed Penelope. Penelope moved, blocking his way. – “She doesn’t want to see you.” – she spoke. Colin stared with furrowed brows at her. – “I just want to speak to her. Make sure she is alright.” – Colin insisted upon, stepping aside, but Penelope followed his movement, blocking his path once more.

“She doesn’t want you.” – Penelope outed making Colin stared shocked down at her. Colin held the pamphlet up again. – “Lies! All of this are lies about Y/n. How can you stand here so coldly when your sister has been hurt?” – he wanted to know why she acted so coldly or unbothered. – “How am I to know it isn’t true?” – Penelope responded.

Colin gasped surprised. – “She’s your sister!” – he called out to her. – “Y/n would never…” – he breathed out. – “I must ask you to leave.” – She spoke showing him the door. – “But…” – Colin sputtered against her, but got pushed back by her. She practically showed him out. The door got slammed in his face. Puzzled he stared at the door, not familiar with that side of Penelope. With no other choice, he returned home. Hoping his actions might have not been the cause for these lies.

He never intended for you to be targeted. In that moment, he just wanted to show you, that his subtle signals had been projected onto you. It was you who he wanted to court. It was you who he felt compelled to marry. Not your sister Penelope. It was innocent to kiss you. He should’ve never done it, but he needed a way for you to see. For you to finally think of yourself instead of always thinking of your sisters first. Always putting them to the front and chase after their happiness while you forgot about yourself.

That was who you were. A sister who would defend and glorify your sisters at any given time. Not whatever lies lady Whistledown wrote about you. If he was being honest you had been pushing him away at any given time. Ignoring his clear signals as you could only think of your sister’s interests. Being blind that there was someone interested in you.

Mama took a deep breath. Tapping the fan in her hand into her palm. It was the clear the attention was on them. Phillipa and Prudence looking uncertain around. – “Chins up girls.” – Mama said with a plastered smile. You gulped soft, bringing your chin up to own your pride. Prudence took your hand for comfort. All of you started to walk. The crowd parting as you made your way through. It was almost unbearable to ignore the whispers. Seeing them huddle together to gossip.

Their glances and subtle points at you. You knew it must hurt your mama to be threated like this. The ton’s gossip as it did another dent in your reputation. One the Featheringtons didn’t have highly. It was hard to keep your head up. Hands were shaking as you rather disappeared. Be invisible than be the centre of attention. Prudence squeezed your hand tighter, feeling them shake in hers.

Mama took a position in the room near the walls. She started fanning herself from the nerves. Everyone was still watching, staring, gawking at you. Mama slapped her fan hard in her hand with a mean glare. Some men cleared their throats, looking immediately away. They slightly turned their posture to chatter again.

You stood beside mama, seeing how everyone did a great turn around you. Not daring to come near as if you had some sickness. – “Mama, perhaps I should head home.” – you told her. Thinking your presence was causing the illness. You were after all the reason for the gossip. – “No!” – mama answered firmly. – “That would not change anything.” – she sighed out. You hated being the cause of her worries. Deep down, you knew a part of her was disappointed in you.

Discontent you had shone such a light on the family. Your gaze fell on your sister Penelope. Seeing a certain glance in her eyes, made you furrow your brows. Something bitter in them. Holding her gaze felt threatening as you quickly looked away. – “This was supposed to be our season.” – Mama spoke, slapping her fan down her dress.

“Now look at us.” – She started fanning harder with one hand on her hip. – “Can we fall any lower?” – she sighed out. Feeling called out, your eyes became watery. You bowed to mama, before your tears could run like water. Leaving their side to disappear into the gardens. Wiping your cheek, you couldn’t hold it dry.

Hastening outside, you were greeted by a cold breeze. – “Y/n!” – you heard your name being called out. Seeing over your shoulder, it was Colin. Shaking your head, you kept walking. Colin rushed over not letting you slip through his fingers. – “Y/n.” – he said loud catching up on you. Out of breath, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you to a stop. – “Y/n.” – he repeated softer, tugging on you, wanting you to look at him. You sniffed loud, wiping your cheek dry. – “I’m so sorry.” – he spoke with a saddened look.

You turned your posture more to him. – “It’s not your doing.” – you answered. – “I shouldn’t have…” – he shook his head feeling dumb. His gaze met up with yours once more. – “Please…” – he brought his hand up, letting it brush against your cheek. You smiled saddened between the tears. You took his hand that laid against your cheek, bringing it slowly down. – “You shouldn’t be seen with me.” – you replied taking a step back from him.

“I do not care.” – he outed. Shaking your head, you turned around, walking off. – “Y/n.” – Colin called out, coming after you. – “Think of your reputation Colin.” – you told him. – “The hell with it!” – he shouted putting you to a stop.

“The hell with it all!” – he added with wide arms. – “Colin!” – you called out returning to him with fury. – “It is not because you were not mentioned yet, you wouldn’t be mentioned by her.” – you told him with frustration. – “Let her do her worst.” – Colin answered in seriousness. – “You don’t understand Colin, this was personal.” – you told him till something cliqued.

This was personal. Things had been mentioned only those closest to you knew. Things Colin didn’t even know. Looking past Colin, your gaze focused on the glass windows from top to bottom. A bright yellow figurine catching your eyes. Narrowing your eyes, you saw her clearer. Penelope.

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sserpente · 8 months

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Blood on a Silver Platter

Synopsis: You are a human slave forced to serve your master the night he hosts a dinner party for some special guests. Only when you meet Astarion, you realise that the reason you were bought was not for your services... but for your blood.

A/N: Whoops. Oh dear, what is this sassy vampire doing on my blog? Seriously, I started playing Baldur's Gate 3 two nights ago but I've been obsessed with Astarion even before that. If you follow me on that fancy picture app, you'll know I've met Neil before and I can't emphasise enough how much of a sweetheart he is. He truly has a hand for these sassy characters, haha! Have fun reading!

Words: 1749 Warnings: blood, feeding, slave!Reader

Astrid didn’t like new girls. They were shy, terrified, angry, and stubborn and they knew nothing about how this place was run, where the dishes, the cutlery, and the crystal wine glasses were. But how would you? You had a right to be terrified. You had a right to be angry. How else would you feel, sold and enslaved like cattle or a piece of furniture?

Ezekiel, your new master, had made it very clear to you from the very beginning that you were easily replaceable if you did not obey. Human slaves did not sell for much in these parts, for they lacked strength, agility… and longevity compared to other species. You could not argue with that—and that made you even more furious.

He was hosting a dinner party tonight, a group of travellers if you’d heard correctly. Of course, none of you were supposed to ask questions. You were merely there to serve and make them comfortable. You sighed. You had been on your feet all day, preparing the feast and preparing the table.

By the time Ezekiel received his guests, Astrid was screaming the place down in the kitchens. She was not a slave—your master paid for her services and left her in charge of the girls he bought to do the dirty work for them. You hated them both.

Right after the main course was served and the guests began to eat, Astrid handed you a jug of red elven wine. Her ice-cold eyes bore into yours. “Ezekiel asked for you specifically to serve the wine before the main course. Do not speak unless you’re spoken to. Refill the wine, keep your head down, and leave, is that understood?”

“Yes.” You gnashed your teeth, biting back a snarky remark when she pushed you through the doorway and you almost spilled the expensive alcohol on the stone tiles to your feet.

It was the first time you got to lay your eyes on Ezekiel’s mysterious guests. None of them were human, not at first glance.

There was one with green skin, another with red skin and horns protruding from their forehead… a tiefling… one of them, however, stood out to you the most; he was sitting at the head of the table. His short blonde hair was wild, complimenting those sharp ears, the pale skin, and his eyes… red pupils.

You quickly looked down when you realised your master noticed your rude staring, refilling their wine glasses as instructed by Astrid. The blonde man’s gaze bore into you the closer you got to him, intrigue apparent on his face.

“Well then, my honoured guests. Dinner is served. Enjoy your meal. That goes for you too, Astarion. I hope she is to your satisfaction. I got her from the slave market only three days ago.” Ezekiel leaned over to another slave girl. “Take that jug from her.”

Astarion. You did not fail to notice that his plate was the only one that was still empty. But you realised a moment too late what exactly your master’s words entailed. The slave girl you handed the jug to was only slightly older than you but you didn’t even know her name. All you knew was that the both of you dreaded what Ezekiel had in store for you, for as soon as your hands were empty, Astarion grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him.

“Why, hello, darling.”

Losing your balance, you stumbled, landing on his lap. He was quick to snake his arm around your waist to keep you from escaping. He buried his free hand in your hair and tugged on it hard enough to force you to reveal your neck to him.

Your eyes widened when you caught a glimpse of his fangs right before he sank them deep into your throat, breaking the skin. You flinched, the burning sensation quickly turning into a pulling pain that had you shaking on his lap, and then… the panic kicked in and dug its claws deep into your guts.

Pushing your palms flat against his chest, you attempted to push yourself off of him, your survival instinct getting the better of you. You winced when the pain intensified and Astarion pressed you even closer against him as he drank from you. His lips on your neck sent shivers down your spine and the more you fought, the more he seemed to be enjoying himself.

It felt like an eternity and as your body grew weaker, your determination to drive a stake through his heart grew with each passing second.

Finally, Astarion released you. He licked his lips, red with your blood, an almost lascivious noise escaping him. When he let go, you slid off of him with the last of your remaining strength, almost toppling to the floor in the process.

“Hmm… thank you, darling,” you heard him say. “You taste absolutely delightful.”

You did not turn around to see the smug expression that would match his tone on his face. Instead, you hurried back to the kitchens with trembling limbs, processing what had just happened. Your mind was near empty. As if along with your blood, he’d sucked every other thought from you as well. You swallowed thickly.

He bit you. He drank your blood. He almost killed you. He used you like a living blood bag. Was this why Ezekiel had bought you?

“Where is the new girl? I asked her to do one simple job, for the love of the gods!”

“Astrid, I’m not sure she…” It was the girl who had taken the wine jug from you who spoke up. She knew that something bad would happen, she must have. You had seen it in her eyes when your gazes had crossed.

“I’m here now,” you croaked out. Your throat was dry. You didn’t want to go back out there. Didn’t want to help serve dessert, didn’t want to face him again after what he’d just done to you with everyone watching as if it didn’t concern them, eating their fucking stag steak for dinner.

“A-Astrid… would… w-would you mind s-serving dessert, p-please?” you chirped.

“And what do you dream of at night?” She came barging in from the pantry, arms akimbo and practically fuming. You swallowed thickly, clenching your fists in a weak attempt to control your shaking. It was with great satisfaction that you noticed her face fall when you turned around, revealing the small trickles of blood running down the fresh bite mark on your neck.

Her eyes widened. You were quite certain you had never seen her stutter before.

“Go… you can… g-go wash up. I’ll take care of the desserts.”

“Thank you.” You nodded, rushing past the other slave girls, all of them staring at you with widened eyes, and barged into the small washing room adjacent to the kitchens. A dirty kitchen towel would have to do to wash the blood off of you.

With trembling fingers, you rubbed at your sensitive skin until almost all evidence of his assault was gone before leaning over to wash your face. You used the cleanest-looking part of the kitchen towel to pat yourself dry before you took a deep breath and opened your eyes again—facing Astarion in the mirror right behind you. The gasp that escaped your lips echoed through the almost empty room. Instinctively, you stepped back, only to realise a fraction of a second too late that you would bump straight into his chest.

The vampire grabbed your arms and flipped you around fast so you’d face him, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Hello there,” he purred. “No need to be so frightened, dear.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. It was the amusement in his voice that had you seethe, anger pushing your fear out of the way for just a moment. “Of course not. Why would I be? You only just bit me and drank my blood like I’m some sort of snack.”

“Oh but are a snack,” he retorted, chuckling. “And you were quite a delicious one too.”

You stared at him. “What do you want?”

“I want you to come see me tonight.”

Frowning, you processed his words. He couldn’t possibly mean…

Astarion laughed. “You are looking so frightened again. I promise I will make it worth your while.”

“And if I don’t want to?” you whispered. You were a slave—your question was entirely redundant. It wasn’t like you had a choice. Ezekiel had practically delivered you to Astarion on a silver platter.

“Well, Ezekiel expects me to kill you tonight.”

You felt your heart plummet.

“I understand it he only bought a human slave for the occasion. To satiate my hunger and for my… entertainment tonight. Surely, he is aware how feeble mortal lives are, it is almost a waste to invest in human slaves.” You gnashed your teeth. “But there is an alternative,” he continued.

“What alternative?” you snapped.

“I could use a travelling companion. A… loyal blood slave, so to speak, and I must say I did not expect human blood to taste so delightful.”

Your frown deepened. A blood slave… to a vampire, following him like an obedient and lost puppy… you would rather die than give up your body like that. But was it truly worse than serving your current master knowing he had killed former slaves for dropping plates before? Knowing that the sole reason he had purchased you was to please one of his guests?

One thing was certain—you did not want to die and at least… he was quite handsome, was he not?

“What do you say, dearest?” Astarion’s brushed his knuckles against your cheek. He took a step forward, pressing you against the doorframe and trapping you between the solid wood and his strong body.

You sucked in a deep breath when he bent your head to the side, revealing the bite mark he had left on you. You prepared for another rush of sharp pain tearing through your neck, squeezing your eyes shut in response.

Instead, you felt his tongue dart out to taste you with a start, licking over the wound.

“There… all healed. For now,” he added with a sly smirk. You frowned, your hand flying up to feel your neck. He was right. The two little holes where his fangs had punctuated your skin were gone. And yet… his sly smirk was a silent promise that this was only the beginning of your time together.

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pink-tea · 11 months

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hii this is my first time requesting 🫣

reactions to pegging the txt members perhaps🧍🏾‍♀️

hi!! honoured to be your first request! i haven’t requested a fic from some of the other blogs I follow before so you’re ahead of me on that one haha

but pegging? yes.

// very sorry that this request took me so long to get to </3 i took a mini hiatus cause school was really starting to kill me, but i think i'm ready to get back into the groove now! please accept this as my apology!!

☆minors dni

☆ rating: 18+, nsfw

☆ tags: dom! reader, sub! txt, pegging, dacryphilia (crying), degradation, occasional use of pet names, name calling (slut, whore), hair pulling, scratching yeonjun: slight feminization, calling him a doll soobin: breeding kink beomgyu: overstimulation hueningkai: scratching taehyun: first time, strength kink

soobin

ღ god, he loves it

ღ he slips so prettily into subspace, turning from txt's reliable second oldest to your pretty little cock slut

ღ soobin likes anything that makes him feel as small as possible

ღ he's so tall that doing anything that makes him feel relatively small goes straight to his dick

ღ corner him, back him up against a wall, make him realize that he's trapped with nowhere to run: he's turned on

ღ tilt his chin up when he’s sitting, casting your shadow over him as you look down at him with bedroom eyes: instant turn on

ღ grab the back of his head and push his face into the sheets as you pound into his prostate from the back: he's cumming

ღ sweet sex is cute, he’d never complain if you decide to take your time with him, kissing praises and adoration into his skin

ღ but days where you toss him onto the bed? teasing him and berating him for the way he arches his back and buries his face into the nearest pillow without having to tell him anything? heavenly

ღ "what a good little whore," you coo, sliding into the space in between his legs and letting your hands wander over the plushness of his ass

ღ likes to get fucked fast and good, wants to feel nothing but pleasure, wants you take control and make him forget all of his worries

ღ wants you to put a baby in him so bad, i feel like he'd be obsessed with those strap-ons that actually squirt </3

ღ loves getting pegged

ღ please call him the dirtiest names, treat him so roughly and then wipe him down gently when your done, tell him he's your perfect angel while he gets embarrassed at the fact that he screamed for you to get him pregnant again

soobin cries out when you push his head down into the soft mattress, hands clawing at the ruined bed sheets as he struggles to ground himself. the grip on his hair is so harsh and painful, but the burning of his scalp can only translate into pleasure. he can feel the way you're leaning over him ever-so-slightly, can feel the way he's so utterly overwhelmed by your presence.

your strap keeps hitting deep inside him, barely letting him catch his breath every time you hit the part that makes him see stars he's been screaming so much his throat is sore . he doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know if we wants to beg you to stop or to just keep going. he lets out a series of staccato moans, letting out a whine when he tries to lift his head only for your hand to push him back down.

“you ok, baby?” you ask, doing your best not to sound too breathless as you pound into soobin’s plush ass. he can only hum in response, gasping when you replace the hand on his head to grip his slim waist. it’s the feeling of the way you take absolute control over him, using your hold on him to slam him back onto your strap with each thrust that has his mind reeling; poor baby’s so overwhelmed.

it doesn’t help that he’s rutting his flushed cock into the mattress beneath him with the angle you have him at, feeling his orgasm quickly build up in his stomach. he's only thinking about how big you feel inside—how nice it feels with you crowding him, making him feel small with the way he can't even lift his head up underneath you. his words slip before he can even catch them.

"cum inside, please," he sobs, feeling his orgasm catch up to him faster than he can handle. you smile at the request, leaning down so that you're pressed up against his back, hand sneaking down and almost making him scream when it wraps around his weeping cock.

"anything you want," you respond sweetly, soobin only moaning loud and shaky when the thrusting of your strap and the rhythmic strokes of your hand finally send him spilling into the sheets.

yeonjun

ღ yeonjun's such a pretty crier, definitely sobs and whines when you fuck him good

ღ he likes missionary, likes to cling onto you and rake his nails down your back while you're pounding into him

ღ you almost always ask if it feels good cause yeonjun just sounds like you're screwing him into oblivion

ღ yeonjun always answers with quick and dizzy nods, gasping out “yes yes yes!"

ღ he thinks you're such a ride, almost constantly daydreaming about sitting in your lap and bouncing on his favorite strap when you accidentally manspread while watching a movie with him

ღ treat him like your pretty little plaything

ღ feminize him just a little, call him noona, let him put on one of his skirts just so you can roughly push the fabric up as he slides down onto your strap

ღ he's obsessed, such a slut for the pleasure

ღ he’s sososo sensitive too; it just works out

ღ tease his nipples while he bounces on top of you, sucking and biting and just making a mess on his chest as he twitches in your lap at the stimulation

ღ or maybe even decide that you're done with letting him control the speed

ღ push him backwards so that he lands back down on the cushions while you admire the sight underneath you where he belongs

ღ grab his pretty little waist and slam him back onto your strap over and over like he isn't pushing himself against you too

ღ spilling absolute nonsense, telling you how good it feels, telling you how much he wants it

ღ and by the way his legs are hooked around you—preventing you from slipping out—you’d say he’s being pretty honest

your boyfriend looks so pretty when he cries, it’s to the point that your mind goes straight to the gutter the moment his eyes start to get misty. those pretty, wet eyes that look up at you when you shove him onto the bed. those pretty eyes that let tears slip through when you trigger his gag reflex, gagging around your fingers as your other hand works on scissoring and loosening him up.

pretty pretty eyes and that perfect little mouth of his that screams and cries once you’re shoved deep inside him. you love to hear him whine, god knows he loves to, but you can't help but muffle him with a kiss. plush, pink lips molding against yours as he struggles to keep up with the task of kissing you when he also wants to sob every time you hit his prostate.

give your poor doll a break, won't you? let him watch as you sit up and lean back, taking the hint that now he gets to set his own pace on how rough you fuck him. almost shaking as he sinks down onto your strap, heavily supported by you as he clings onto your shoulders.

your boyfriend looks so pretty, and you make sure to tell him that. leaning up to whisper in his ear how gorgeous of a cock slut he is, how much you could watch him go crazy over just your cock all day. a shiver goes down his spine at your words, and his dick twitches pathetically as you play with the hairs at the back of his neck.

once he starts to actually set a pace though, he can’t get enough. he’s bouncing so nicely, dick caught in between the both of you and making a mess on your stomach with precum. you end up making the decision to jerk him off as he rides you, smiling at the strangled cry that slips from yeonjun’s red and bruised lips as you rotate your wrist in the way you know he likes.

“[your name],” he gasps, a little breathless as he looks down at you. you only respond with a hum of acknowledgement, too busy giving kitten licks to his tip as he struggles to concentrate on fucking himself on you. “I’m g-gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he tries to warn you, lips bruised and red as he pouts. you smile a little as you feel his fingers trail delicately through your hair.

“is that so?” you ask apathetically, adjusting your hand so that your middle finger and thumb end up pressing together as a makeshift cockring around the base of his dick. yeonjun cries out at the pressure, beginning to squirm before one of your hands grips his waist to keep his hips locked where they are. “then I guess we just have to make sure you don’t come till I tell you to,” you decide cruelly, staring up at yeonjun’s watering eyes.

beomgyu

ღ never changing my bratty beomgyu agenda

ღ + oral fixation beomgyu BUT since this is specifically pegging I leave that for another day

ღ sometimes he craves just getting absolutely railed by your strap, craves the feeling of being put in his place by his pretty dom

ღ always doing something to rile you up, especially around friends or company

ღ beomgyu knows how to use his words, knows that if he asked you nicely with his doe eyes to take him home and fuck him till he forgets his name, you would

ღ your eyes would go a little wide and maybe you'd scold him with a blush on your cheeks, but you'd make sure to leave the dinner the two of you got invited to a little early so that you can take care of him

ღ but gyu doesn't want to wait, he wants you now and he knows how to get what he wants as soon as he wants it

ღ so he starts to act up, kissing sweetly at your neck while you're in the middle of conversation with an old friend, watching you freeze up before you hastily insist that you should all sit down to eat now

ღ and obviously there’s no way you’re able to ignore the fuck me eyes the rest of the night, the playing footsies under the table while your poor friends chat away mindlessly, the smirk on his lips and—fuck, is that lipgloss?

ღ it’s to your utter dismay and annoyance once you have to stand up and announce sadly to your friends that you and your boyfriend have to leave

ღ gyu is eager to hop out of his seat and cling to your arm as the two of you leave, eager for what’s to come

ღ and what’s to come is his sixth orgasm, tears dried on his cheeks and more streaming down as beomgyu hiccups and whines underneath you

ღ you have his pretty legs on your shoulder, leisurely fucking into him as you twist his poor overstimulated cock in your hand

ღ beomgyu thinks he’s close to passing out before you angle your hips a certain way and slam into his prostate, making him cry out as his back arches

“hurts," beomgyu whines, tears pearling up on his lashes as he looks up at you with glossy eyes. cute, you think fondly. but you don't let yourself echo the thought because right now you're supposed to make sure that your beomgyu cums enough today that he doesn't act up for the next week.

"does it, gyu?" you ask, smiling when he only pouts and nods in response, legs twitching from where they rest on your shoulders. "that's too bad, should've thought about that before making us leave dinner early," you tsk, squeezing beomgyu's dick at the tip and making him almost scream at the oversensitivity. the two of you are a mess, the only sounds in the room being your scoldings, beomgyu's moans, and the wet sounds of the lube in his ass and the precum dripping down your hand.

beomgyu liked it messy, you liked beomgyu. but you didn't appreciate his behavior when he wanted something. of course beomgyu was capable of just asking you for it, but when he wants to get fucked rough and dumb, suddenly the only thing he can do is annoy you enough to warrant punishment. the two of you loved beomgyu's punishments, but you had been looking forward to this specific dinner.

"wanted to spend time with you," beomgyu tries to sweet talk, looking up at you with those big doe eyes that always manage to catch you off guard. you glare down at him, taking your hand off his dick and slapping it harshly. the action makes beomgyu jump, the feeling of pain and pleasure making his jaw drop into a loud, whiny moan.

"i always spend time with you" you scold, listening to your boyfriend's cries as you pick up the pace of your wrist on him again. you let your free hand tangle into the messy looks of his overgrown wolf-cut, brushing back his bangs before grasping at the strands hard enough to make sure he can't break off eye contact with you. using the grip on his hair to ground yourself, you thrust into him roughly, setting the punishing pace that you love and that turns him to mush.

"you're gonna have to learn how to share someday," you sigh condescendingly, watching beomgyu's eyes flutter and fight against the urge to shut as you speak to him. "was really looking forward to dinner, but now i have to spend my time fucking you rough so that you learn your lesson," you continue, mean even though all you can think about it how pretty gyu looks as he's about to come, loud cries turning into gaspy moans as he struggles to keep his legs hooked over your shoulder.

"m' sorry," he gasps out, a stray tear finally rolling down his cheek. you smile at the apology, releasing his hair so that you can swipe the tear away with your thumb. you know he's not, but you love him anyway.

hueningkai

ღ he likes to face you, loves missionary

ღ especially loves it when you end up folding him in half and fucking him deep into a mating press

ღ something about him and his flexibility gets to me

ღ y’all remember that to-do episode where they’re measuring their flexibility and hueningkai learns that he gotten so much more flexible now that he’s older?

ღ you already know omg

ღ want to take advantage of it, making him shiver and moan cause he’s getting fucked so good but his thighs burn at the stretch of whatever position you have him in </3

ღ wall sex, hueningkai getting dangerously close to knocking picture frames off your wall as he desperately tries to find something to hold onto

ღ his back is pressed against the wall but he’s shaking and crying because he’s struggling to stand on one leg, his other pressed close enough to his chest that he can feel the burn even as you fuck into him

ღ on the bed too, having him on his back while you grip his legs, spreading them before suddenly you’re pushing down on them into a makeshift middle split

ღ hueningkai’s so out of breath, sometimes you have to remind him with a sweet kiss to breathe

ღ oh my god, definitely a scratcher i can feel it in my bones

ღ holding onto you for dear life as you fuck him dumb, nails digging into your back and leaving red lines to discover in the morning

ღ tease him about it, make him feel a little bad when you move one of your hands from his thighs to pin his wrists above his head

ღ "no need to mark me up, you know i'm yours," you coo, kissing away the tears that roll down kai's cheeks because holy fuck if you keep hitting that spot he's so done for—

hueningkai's barely thinking at this point, only thinking about how pretty you look above him, how good you feel inside. he's trying not to slip away, trying to keep his mind with you as he grunts and moans with every thrust of your hips into his. his hands are pinned besides his head, tangled with yours as you rock into him.

"i love you," he manages to gasp out, making you snap your gaze back up to his flushed face and dazes eyes. with a smile you start to slow your thrusts, untangling one of you hands to hold hueningkai's face as press your lips against his. he melts at the physical affection, smiling although he's really trying not to pant into your mouth.

"love you too," you respond after you pull back, removing your hand from his face to trail down his body before it rests on his shin. "love your body, love how good you are for me,"you start to list, catching kai off guard when your hand finally gets a good grasp around his shin. "love your flexibility too, don't you?" you ask, smile widening as you watch the question finally make sense in the boy's brain.

soon, you're lifting his leg up to your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the inside of his ankle before you're pressing his leg into his chest. his knee folds at the motion, but the action still provides a burn where his muscles stretch and kai groans at the feeling. you shift above him, leaning in close enough to kiss hueningkai's nose and making his eyes flutter open (he didn't know he had closed them?).

"you feeling alright?" you ask gently, watching the way hueningkai's brows furrow and the way his mouth drops into a pretty 'o' shape at your experimental thrust. shakily, he nods, closing his mouth to swallow thickly. his skin feels warm at the touch, the hand that you hadn't untangled from his is sweaty at this point.

"feels good," he admits, giving you a heart shaped smile that makes you swoon. he leans up to give you a kiss that you accept before you pick up your pace, resuming your original goal of getting your boyfriend to cum now that you're sure he's okay. the sudden speed makes hueningkai break the kiss with a moan, his free arm quickly wrapping around you as you hiss at the feeling of his nails digging into your shoulder—grounding himself.

taehyun

ღ strength kink strength kink strength kink, don't get me started

ღ at first he honestly didn't know how to feel about pegging, open to doing anything with you but he's just never thought about doing it before

ღ idol life has limited his sexual experiences, so when i tell you that the foreplay already has him shaking like a leaf, i mean it

ღ curling your fingers so nicely against his prostate that he's wailing, head buried into the sheets while he's struggling to hold his hips up for you

ღ if this is just from stretching him out, he doesn't know how he's going to handle taking your whole strap

ღ but you start out sweetly with him, letting him catch his breath while he twitches and gets used to the feeling cause jesus he feels so full

ღ but then once you get into the rhythm, taehyun doesn't know how he can come back from this

ღ hitting him deep with the strap but taehyun keeps trying to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure

ღ his hands are clawing at the pillows as he tries to escape from the feeling of your confident thrusts, but before he knows it your hands are grabbing at his and tugging them behind his back

ღ if he was gasping before now he's full on sobbing, the position forcing his back to arch and making the silicone toy hit his prostate at a new angle that makes his head spin

ღ hold his hands behind his back with one hand and use the other to tug his head back, making him whine as you trail bites and kisses up his neck

ღ "were you trying to run away from me?" you ask, sucking pretty red hickeys onto Taehyun's skin as lewd sounds from both the sex and himself fill the room

ღ "mm—no," he denies, head swimming before he yelps as you push him back down into the covers

ღ it's so sinful, the way he looks at you with such pretty big eyes while his muscles tense under your touch as you blow his back out

ღ you both know that he could stop you at any moment, yank his arms out of your grip whenever, but the feeling of strength and power you hold over him is addicting and he can't get over it :(

a slight shift in your hips makes a spark of pleasure roll down taehyun's spine, and he's quick to whine and start melting down onto the bed. his face is pressed into the sheets but he still does his best to keep his hips up for you.

“I think you can move now,” he says, voice just barely above a murmur. you hum in acknowledgment, running your hands over his back before settling to hold onto his waist, starting with slow thrusts that pull a low moan from your boyfriend. taehyun’s already squirming, twitching at the full feeling.

it only takes a few more thrusts before taehyun is moaning and gasping at the pleasure, dick painfully hard and leaking precum onto the sheets underneath his hips. he feels boneless at this point, almost limp in your hold and its up to you to hold his hips and slam him back down onto your strap and fuck if that doesn't send his mind reeling. he knows that your hands are going to leave bruising on his skin and something in his brain turns into mush at the idea.

he's quickly out of his thoughts at the feeling of the silicone dildo ramming into his prostrate suddenly catching him utterly off guard. he cums with a muffled scream, biting hard into the pillow underneath him as you still behind him. he thinks you're letting him catch his breath, shuddering at the force of which his first orgasm hit him.

he yelps at the feeling of you resuming your thrusting after he calms down, looking at you over his shoulder with wide eyes. "i-i came," he stutters, trying to remind you as if you didn't already know. taehyun only gets a hum of acknowledgement as answer, one of your hands sliding down from his hip to grab his shoulder. he doesn't get to think much before suddenly you're pulling him up and forcing him to arch and sit back on the strap.

he gasps wetly, tears welling up in his eyes as his hands blindly reach for yours. he throws his head back, exposing his neck as he tries to rest his forehead on your shoulder. catching your eye, he gets a smile and a kiss pressed to his head before another thrust jostles him and forces out a cry from the overstimulation.

"maybe you won't muffle your moans this time," you throw, making taehyun groan as he realizes he's getting punished for hiding his noises from you while he came </3

#sub txt #dom reader #txt smut #sub idol #sub soobin #sub taehyun #sub beomgyu #sub yeonjun #sub hueningkai #txt x reader #txt headcanons #guys im sorry for disappearing </3

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mrsjellymunson · 2 months

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Candyman, Candyman, Candyman

A Valentine’s Eddie Munson 5+1 fic

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Eddie Munson x gn!reader, Eddie Munson x masc!reader, Eddie Munson x you

Summary: The Valentines 5+1 that nobody asked for (not even me 😆) Five times you get to give Eddie a kiss, and one time he kisses you back

W/C: ~2.1k

C/W: SFW, FLUFF. Kissing, a pet name. This is pure fluff, but my blog is generally 18+ so I’d prefer it if you were over 18. Reader wears lipgloss. Reader and Eddie are both over 18. Inspired by this supersweet fic by @hellfirenacht which I hope it’s okay for me to mention! I wasn’t planning to write for Valentine’s, but here we are, so thanks for the inspo. Also, I should probably mention at this point that I have no idea how candygrams actually work 🫣

To anyone looking from the outside, you’re a preppy honours student, but you have a dark and curious side. You’re usually all pressed shirts, woven fabrics and tweed, but you’ve sometimes been known to wear those starched shirts pulled a little too tight, and you occasionally add a chain belt or some chunky boots.

You don’t tell anyone that on the weekends you like to experiment with heavy eyeliner and leather accessories. Or that you’ve been spending a lot of time recently staring at one fellow student in particular a little more than is absolutely polite.

So when you accidentally overhear a private conversation about a certain metalhead, and the opportunity for helping out with the school’s annual Valentine's fundraiser presents itself, you sign up as fast as you can.

Once a year the school allows students to organise cards and candygrams to be sent around for Valentine’s Day. It lasts the full school week, and the premise is fairly simple. The pink and red fliers have been floating around for weeks already, declaring:

MONDAY Send a lipstick kiss on a heart shaped card $1 TUESDAY Add a lollipop $2 WEDNESDAY Send a card and blow them a kiss! $3 THURSDAY Send a card, plus a kiss on the cheek! $4 FRIDAY For when you’re really serious! Send them a card, and a kiss on the lips! $5 Sign Up In The Cafeteria!

Only the week before, Eddie Munson had been on a tirade in the lunchroom about the commercialisation of human affection, and the unrealistic expectations of binary, monogamous relationships.

You think perhaps he shouldn’t be one to talk, given the content of that conversation that you eavesdropped on involves Eddie's band mates knowing he’s never been kissed. They’ve pooled their resources and plan to surprise him during Valentine’s week.

Everything’s anonymously ordered, so no one knows who’s sending things. And you’ve finagled a position on the volunteering committee that allows you to choose which volunteers deliver which messages. Handy.

You’ve also invested in a new red-tinted, strawberry flavour lipgloss. It’s all going well so far. The only thing you can’t predict is whether or not Eddie Munson likes strawberries…

Monday comes around quickly. Kisses on cards day. Quite a few have been ordered and there are lots to get delivered around the various classes, so there’s four of you from the fundraising committee delivering them to his class.

Thanks to your position on the committee, you know it’s your lipgloss on Eddie’s card. When you sidle past his desk to deliver it to him you watch him pull back slightly, his eyes open wide, shocked that anyone would send him anything. You guess he’s more used to pranks and jokes than any genuine affection, and it hurts your heart.

You want to give him a hint as to whose kiss is on his card. Trying to be as subtle as you can, and making sure he’s watching you, you catch his eye and bite the side of your lower lip ever so slightly. It puffs your lips out a bit and you see his attention is drawn to your mouth. Success?

There’s a general clamour in the class as recipients and observers alike wave their cards and ponder the potential senders, but Eddie’s quiet for once. He’s tentatively running his fingers over the edge of the card, not picking it up or pulling it towards him, treating it like it’s a potential threat. Just before your group leaves to attend another class, you see him subtly runs his fingertips over the shiny stain.

You don’t know it but later, when he’s alone, he brings the card up to his face to get a closer look at that lipgloss kiss, and he swears he can smell strawberries…

Tuesday means lollipop day. You and your fellow volunteers have more cards to deliver, this time accompanied by little heart shaped candies on sticks. Again, quite a few get delivered, and again, you make sure you’ve got Eddie’s.

As you enter his classroom for the second day in a row, your face is coy and you give him a little smirk. You make your way around the class, distributing cards and candies.

To Eddie’s ongoing surprise, you stop in front of his desk again. As you hand Eddie his card, there are a couple of whoops and hollers from his friends behind him. It’s not part of the deal, but you can’t resist, and before you pass Eddie’s candy to him you press one flat side of the lollipop to your lips, handing it over quickly afterwards, saying, “Enjoy your candy, Eddie.”

Wednesday - blow a kiss day. There’s fewer orders for this service, so only two of you today. You blow a couple of short kisses to others in the room, making it quick and perfunctory.

Again, Eddie’s shocked when you stop in front of his desk, seeming to look to each side of him in an attempt to work out whether you’ve really chosen him again. You pass him his third card, and when you blow Eddie his kiss, it’s slow and seductive, your lips pursing and smacking against your fingers, and you blow across them long and slow, making sure your breath reaches his face.

His classmates erupt, and Eddie’s certain he smells strawberries again…

Thursday. Kiss on the cheek day.

There are fewer orders today, and you're the only volunteer delivering to Eddie’s class. It’s a little awkward and you feel very ‘on show’, but as soon as you see Eddie is in class your desire to put your plan into action overrides any awkwardness.

You give one girl a peck on the cheek, she’s cute and blushes before saying a quiet, “Thank you.”

A jock on the other side of the room is next. He’s less gallant and tries to turn his head at the last moment, but you’re wise to such tricks and he doesn’t get the lip contact he wants, earning you a scowl from him and a round of applause from his cronies.

You can see Eddie’s friends almost vibrating with excitement as you turn and step towards him.

His cheeks flush and he squirms as he realises you’re stopping next to his desk. Again.

You try to reassure him, and say quietly, so almost no one else can hear, “Don’t worry, Eddie. I’ll be gentle with you.”

You bend at the waist, puckering your lips and slowly bringing them to his soft, milky white skin. You plant a slow, strawberry-scented peck to the side of his face, leaving a shimmering red stain just next to where you know your favourite dimple resides.

He turns almost the colour of your lipgloss, and the cheers of his classmates serenade you as you smile to yourself and leave the class for another day.

Friday - kiss day!

You’re thrilled that you’ve managed to wrangle everything so that you get to do a ‘five dollar’ delivery with Eddie. Your planning couldn’t have gone better.

You’re more excited than you would ever admit, a heat collecting in your belly as you try to walk as calmly as you can to his classroom.

He’s the only recipient today, making this a really big deal in front of the entire class.

There’s a couple of whistles and yelps as you enter, some of his classmates clearly aware of what’s to come.

You decide to tease the rest of the class a little, walking around the desks for effect, as everyone’s wondering who it’s going to be.

Eventually, you stop in front of Eddie’s desk. His friends are yelping the loudest, but the whole class is emitting a low chorus of ‘oooooooh’s.

Eddie holds his hands up, palms out in front of him, and, giving you - and, you suspect, him - an out, he mumbles quietly,

��Whoa. You know you don’t have to do this, right?”

He starts stuttering something about the patriarchy and antiquated societal notions of romantic expectations and subservience, but you’re barely listening, your concentration fully focused on his lips, practically salivating at the thought of finally getting close to those delicious, plump, pink pillows.

You give him what you hope is a reassuring and soft smile as you clasp your hands behind your back and begin to lean forwards.

Eddie leans back as you move. It must look comical to the outside observers as you lean in, eyes closed and lip pursed, as he moves backwards at the same rate, eyes as wide as saucers and doing a great impersonation of a rabbit in headlights.

Eventually, his back against his chair and his chin pulled down as far as it will go, he has nowhere left to run.

You keep leaning forward, the fronts of your thighs connecting with his desk helping to stabilise you.

Feeling your nose gently bump his, you turn your head almost imperceptibly and continue forwards, allowing them to slide past each other.

Your lips finally connect.

A tiny amount at first, barely touching, you feel your lower lip press against his, and then your upper.

His mouth is warm, his lips velvety and soft, not chapped and rough like some others.

It feels so good.

You press forwards a little more, connecting more of your flesh with his.

The whoops, hollers and whistles from the classmates fade from your hearing. You do however hear a tiny whimper from the boy in front of you, and you don’t know it but he’s closed his eyes.

You stay like this for a moment, you enjoying the sensation you’ve been dreaming about for weeks, Eddie sitting stiffly in front of you.

But then, with a soft moan that only you can hear, you feel Eddie’s lips relax and purse, and suddenly he’s kissing you back, gently and subtly, your lips moving in harmony, hot breaths mingling and surrounding you in a warm cloud.

After what feels like a delicious eternity, you hear the teacher loudly clearing their throat behind you, and you realise your time is more than up.

Although it’s probably only been about five seconds, it feels like it was long enough for your whole world to tip on its axis and stop spinning.

Reluctantly, you break the kiss and slowly stand back up, rolling your lower lip inwards a little and feeling your cheeks, and other areas, heating.

Behind him, Eddie gets slapped on the back by Jeff and Dougie, and Gareth is clapping loudly and shouting affirmations.

The room has erupted into a clamouring, yelling mess of applause, but neither you nor Eddie are paying much attention.

His lips roll inwards too, and the very tip of his pink tongue peeps out as if to taste you.

He gifts you an incredulous half smile, that dimple you love so much almost making an appearance.

You back away, bashfully, spinning on your heel before you turn back, almost forgetting the final part of your job, and add,

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eddie.”

It’s the end of the week, and you’re in the parking lot after school. You’re standing with a gaggle of other volunteers, laughing, giggling, discussing how well the fundraising has gone, exchanging horror stories of some really bad kisses, and one person even trying to shove their tongue in.

Eddie waits until you’re on your own, heading to your car.

He steps beside you just as you reach your door.

“Hey, Candy.”

You turn, leaning back against your car, and you can’t help but smirk at the cheesy nickname.

“Hey, Eddie. Did you have a good Valentine’s Day?”

“Uh, yeah. I did, actually. Thanks to a certain someone. I mean, I know you can’t tell me who sent my gifts, kisser-client confidentiality and all that. But, I just wanted to say thanks.”

Your belly flips. He continues, waving a hand nonchalantly,

“You know, for all your hard work. With the fundraising, I mean.”

“Oh right, of course.”

For a moment you’re disheartened. You thought he might mean something else.

But then he steps closer, into your personal space, one of his large boots slotting between your pumps.

“I’d like to know if I could, uh, make another donation? How many kisses can I get for, say, twenty dollars?”

His warm, broad hands come up to ever so gently cup your cheeks, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones and his eyes flitting between your eyes and your mouth.

Your breathing stops as his face moves towards yours.

He pauses, and looks into your eyes one more time, as if waiting for your permission. When you hold his gaze and smile slightly, he moves his mouth until it’s over yours, slowly, gently connecting your lips again. It’s soft, sweet, delicious.

Unexpectedly, you feel the tip of his tongue gently skimming across your glossed lips, but you willingly part them to allow him access.

His tongue pushes past your lips and enters your mouth, slow, tentative, gentle. You hear him moan slightly again, and feel the vibrations against your lips.

Your tongue comes to meet his, your lips and tongues sliding comfortably and dancing together. It’s in the oh-so-romantic situation of the parking lot, but neither of you care.

You reach to grab at his belt loops, pulling his hips flush against yours, just as he breaks the kiss and looks at you, smiling. His lips are glossy and glittering with your lipgloss, and you both smell of strawberries.

You like it.

Breathily, you smile at him, as your arms come up to hook around the back of his neck, and say, just before he leans down for another kiss,

“For you, Eddie? There's no charge…”

Thank you so much for reading!

Please reblog if you enjoyed this.

A/N & disclaimer: I don't agree that peer or societal pressure should be used to coerce or force anyone into doing anything they don’t want to do. And absolutely no one should have their first (or indeed any) kiss forced upon them in public. But this idea burrowed into my brain and I had to run with it. This is fiction - I cannot stress that enough - and if anyone demands you do anything like this with them, in public or private, without your full and ongoing consent you can and absolutely should refuse.

Also, I have an ‘Everything Taglist’ now, so if you’d like to be on it to see more stuff by me let me know!

Taglist: @joejoequinnquinn @jamdoughnutmagician

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Hi! This is my first time ever sending an ask to one of the many writers I follow here on tumblr, and honestly you're my favorite because you write so so well. Like oh my god, everything you write kills me in the best way possible. I really really enjoy reading anything you put out, and I can't wait to read more from you! I hope that you're doing well and that life is treating you well too! <3

Also I'd like to say I enjoy being your bunny, and honestly your wolf Matz is my favorite out of everything I've read on your blog so far.

Honestly just the idea of bunny reader getting fucked by them makes my brain melt. But also them getting a pretty collar for their bunny and using that to pull her closer or attaching a leash to it so that either of them could tug her whichever way they wanted, like ugh yes please.

Hi, my cute little bunny, what an honour it is for me to be the first writer to respond to your request.

I guess we're thinking the same thing, because I can definitely see Seonghwa putting a collar on you and puts a leash on you. God, he could make bunny crawl on all fours and wave that cute cotton tail from side to side like a snack to eager, hungry puppies.

I can also see him pulling on the leash as you ride him to give you a dirty kiss and stick his long tongue down your throat.

Seonghwa is a bit sadistic and vicious with puppies; he knows very well that wolf pups literally cum untouched and swell up their knots every time they see your tight pink pussy, and when those glossy, wet folds are stretched by a thick dick, it brings them to despair. So sometimes there are nights when Seonghwa wants to play, more with them than with you, and it's always so fucking dirty, wet, and slutty that you need to bathe in holy water afterwards.

"Aren't you the sweetest bunny in the world?" Seonghwa's velvety voice, full of evil, seductive darkness, purred from behind your shoulder. Wrapped in furs and luxury, like the most precious item in Seonghwa's vast collection of jewelry, you were in his, now your, bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of his king-size bed while you were sitting on his lap. Your pink, dripping pussy stretched out beautifully around his massive cock, and with every lazy squirm, his swollen, thick knot rubbed against your clit in the most delicious way. "Look at the way this tiny little pussy is sitting on my dick, like on a real throne. Tell your mommy, princess, do you love your throne?"

"Yes, мommy, I love my throne so much. It makes me sweet and full; I can feel you in my belly." Your small hand pressed weakly against the obvious bulge in the middle of your stomach. Seonghwa's dick really made you feel so full.

The sound of growling, moaning, and gasping filled the room at your words. It only got louder as your viscous mucus poured out of your hole, running down Seonghwa's cock, his heavy cum-filled balls, and dripping onto the floor, pooling on the black marble.

"What naughty puppies you are, behaving like bitches in the heat—impatient and moaning. Didn't I teach you to behave well when we are playing with the bunny?" Seonghwa's words were so humiliatingly condescending that even you became irritated and hot, even though they weren't directed at you but at the restless puppies that were kneeling in front of you.

They sat on their knees in a semi-circle in front of the bed, a little too close for your comfort, arranged in the order Seonghwa wanted them to be—naked and with hard, reddened cocks, the heads of their dicks proudly dripping pre-cum onto the floor. Around each of their necks was a thick collar connected to a chain, which Hongjoong held in his hand as he reclined lazily in a large leather chair by the fireplace with a glass of whisky in his hand. It was a kind of punishment for them. They behaved horribly and even dared to bite their little pet - Wooyoung's angry, swollen teeth marks are still visible on your thigh. Sometimes they forgot that you belonged to Seonghwa and were desperate to mate with you without him knowing or controlling them.

"They are Hwa's real bitches; they covered our floor with their semen; maybe they should clean it with their tongues? And no more games with my angel; you're going to fuck each other if you can't behave properly. No more of that sweet pussy". There is nothing but pure evil pleasure in Hongjoong's voice. God, this is going to make you leak even more. You begin to wriggle restlessly, your silken walls fluttering around the thick, hot girth of the alpha's cock.

"I-I didn't want to bite her, Alpha; she just smells so sweet, so delicious, and so fertile. I just wanted to fill her with my sperm." Wooyoung moans loudly, arching his back a little and sticking out his chubby butt, as if the very thought of it is getting his whole body ready for some hot and animal sex. His beautiful, bushy tail swishes behind him, and his crystal blue eyes darken with lust from underneath his messy, two-toned bangs. Wooyoung may be one of the most seductive wolves you've ever seen, but you belonged to Seonghwa, and Seonghwa was a god himself.

"Oh, really? Just fill the bunny with sperm, right, honey?" Seonghwa's plump lips pressed against the nape of your neck, just above the luxurious diamond collar that he had placed on you earlier. It was not enough for him to have the dark maroon bite stuck in your neck forever; he had to show it off in some way to all to whom you belonged. "Then I'll do it the right way, and maybe next time you'll have your teeth under control. In the meantime, all of you just sit there and watch me breed my princess, and don't you dare cum, needy sluts, or you won't be getting that pretty bunny cunt for a very long time."

"No, no, no, we'll be good." Mingi whined and scratched at the marble on the floor with his claws. His black, fluffy ears were flattened against his head in a pitiful way, and his beautiful, dark eyes were watering.

"Please, Alpha, we'll be good." Another sweet voice whimpered, and you glanced down through your lashes at the shiny, seductively muscular body of San.

Who the hell made a wolf look so good?

"I will think." And with those words, Seonghwa's hands grabbed your hips and literally threw you up and down on his dick. The room was filled with moans, growls, and piercing squeals from you and the wolf pups, interspersed with Hongjoong's enthusiastic, dark laughter and Seonghwa's velvety, deep moans.

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welcome back!

in honour of shoji’s face reveal/backstory, what about him showing his s/o before he shows the class?

(i know you have headcanons on this already, just glad you’re back ❤️)

ty, im glad to be back too! honestly i wanted to redo that one anyway, or you can think of this as an add on to that!

D*rk content blogs don’t interact with me at all.

shoji showing his s/o his face

Shoji’s lack of response seemed to make the world freeze. Or maybe everything is going faster? Spinning. You’re mind is spiralling, that’s what this feeling is.

As soon as the request was spoken into existence, you regretted it. Never had Shoji made you uncomfortable, he loved that about you, you were never so much as apprehensive around him. But now, you fidget and tense at his (intense) gaze. Shoji’s eyes flicked over to the window looking over the dorm’s courtyard, but not looking at anything in particular. Just a minute ago you wanted to run away and die in a corner, and now you just want him to look at you.

“I.. I didn’t mean—“

“It’s okay,” Shoji finally emerged from his trance, though only for a second. “It’s just…”

You held your breath, waiting for something, anything to ease your racing thoughts that tried to think of how to go back in time and tell yourself to shut the fuck up.

“I’m not from the cities. I know how my appearance makes people feel, my hometown made sure of that,” he says softly, almost inaudible, still not looking at you. “I don’t want… I don’t want you to—“

“I’m not scared of you,” you didn’t mean to say that. You tried to think of something else to say, anything to make him believe you. But all you could muster was a hand on his thigh.

Shoji turned his head to look at your hand, and with a deep breath he continued, “I know. I’m just…”

He finally looks at you again, “I’m not exactly nice to look at. I thought I’d always be— I don’t know, I didn’t think anyone would want—“ he gestures to his face. “… this.”

Without thinking, you swung your legs over to sit on his lap. Shoji chokes out something akin to a gasp, but does not object when your arms move to embrace him. Shoji’s hands almost seem to shake as he slowly lifts his arms to return the gesture.

It was short lived, however, when Shoji pulled away, and after a moment of thought, reached to his mask. Your hands follow his to grasp the hem of his mask and pull it over his head. For a moment you still can’t see as his hair hangs over his face. When you brushed the hair away, Shoji didn’t know what he expected from you. He searched your face for any suggestion of uncertainty or regret, but all he found was your beautiful smile.

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The Hat Stays On. Joel x Reader (PWP)

Thanks to this ASK

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Thanks again to @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for taking a quick look over this one. 2500~ Words [Read on Ao3]

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You sit at the bar, the screams of the bachelorette party too loud for you sober ass. You’re babysitting your sister and her friends tonight. Fulfilling your maid of honour duties and all the fun that comes with being the Designated Driver.

“Nice hat,” you hear the Southern drawl as he sits down next to you. You adjust the well-worn black cowboy hat on your head as you swivel on your seat to address him. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, the guy’s actually pretty hot. You take in his patchy beard, strong nose, and plush lips slowly. You’re making a point. Then you meet his soft brown eyes, looking a little sheepish, flustered even.

“And you’re too pretty to be using pick-up lines at a dive bar.”

“Pretty?” He laughs, “That’s a new one on me.”

“What’s your name, pretty boy?”

“Joel, and what about you, cowgirl?”

“Alright. I deserved that,” you roll your eyes and give him your name. You look over your shoulder as a cry of “Shots!” comes from the party table.

“I keepin’ you from somethin’?”

You shake your head with a rueful smile on your face as you hold up your glass of soda.

“I’m the DD, sister’s getting married next week.”

“Congrats, I best let you get back to it.”

“I dunno,” you purr, taking off the hat from your head, placing it on top of Joel’s soft curls. It suits him, “The bathrooms in here are individual cubicles, if you catch my drift?”

Joel splutters as he tries not to choke on his whiskey, his eyes are wide, and you don’t miss the way he shifts on his chair. He blinks at you a few times and you smile sweetly up at him, leaning forward to whisper in his ear.

“Wait a few minutes, then follow me, cowboy.”

You hear his breath hitch, and you smile to yourself at how easily flustered he is. He smells good. You linger for a moment, your nose ghosting against his cheek before turning on your heel and strutting off to the bathrooms.

Your sister looks up as you pass the table, then back to the bar and she rolls her eyes dramatically at you. She knows what – and more importantly who – you’re going to do.

You stop at the sinks, checking for hat-hair in the mirror as you wait. The swing of the door catches your attention as you look out of the corner of your eye. You’re about to scold him for being too eager. You stop yourself as you realise that it’s not Joel.

“Hey there, sis,” your sister purrs as she saunters – a little unsteadily – to the basin next to you, pretending to check her make-up as she glances at you knowingly. Her faux feather-lined bridal hat looks ridiculous.

You had insisted on a proper Stetson if you were going to entertain the “Cowgirl” theme of the night. The rest of the bachelorette party are wearing hideous bright things with matching feathers to match your sister.

“Mandy,” you grumble as you try not to sound as pissed as you feel.

“I see you and Joel are up to no good,” she tuts as she points a finger at you, “Again.”

“Come on, we’re just fooling around, I’ll be out before the rest of them notice I’m gone.”

You bargain, knowing none of your sister’s friends will have noticed, they barely know your name.

“Fine,” she sighs dramatically as she adjusts her bright white bridal hat in the mirror before turning to leave, “Don’t have too much fun.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you grunt as you watch her leave.

You run a hand over your face, growling to yourself in frustration at her inability to let you do anything without her approval. It’s almost killed the mood completely and you consider just heading back out and telling Joel to go home. Is it a little irresponsible to fuck your boyfriend in a bar at your sister’s bachelorette? Sure. But you’re horny and bored, how harmful would a quickie in a bathroom stall really be?

“Hey, darlin’,” Joel’s voice breaks you out of your bitter thought spiral. You hadn’t even heard him come in. Your chest flutters at the sight of him.

You practically salivate at the way his white under shirt stretches across his broad chest, framed by his red flannel. His too-tight jeans hug his thighs just right as he saunters over to you. You smirk a little at the cowboy hat still perched on his head. The picture of a true Southern gentleman.

“Hey, baby,” you sigh, cupping his cheeks as he drops his hands to your waist. His legs slotting either side of yours as he leans down to look you over.

“She cause you any grief?”

“Just the usual shit,” you huff, “Sorry, baby, I shouldn’t have asked you to come, ‘was a stupid idea.”

“Don’t let her ruin your night,” he says softly as he nudges his strong nose against yours, “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

You sigh as you press your nose back against him, fingertips raking through his patchy beard. The hat pitches back a little and he brings a hand to steady it.

“Wanna keep role playing?” You ask as you move your hands down to his shoulders, anchoring yourself there as you arch up against him. Your body thrums with desire as he places a soft, barely there, kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Whatever you want,” he murmurs against your skin, “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Stall. Now.”

You push him back by the shoulders before throwing your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you as he walks backwards into the middle stall. Your teeth clash as you stumble into the small space, your hands fumbling with the lock as he presses you back against the door.

“Need your mouth on my cunt,” you hiss through gritted teeth as you come up for air, immediately Joel drops to his knees. You hear the harsh pop from his right knee as he hits the tile.

“Careful, baby,” you scold him gently, your tone laced with disapproval, and he whimpers softly in response.

“Sorry,” he rests his forehead on your belly, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs, “Just got a little excited.”

“I know, baby,” you coo as you catch the hat as it threatens to fall from his head, “Want you to keep this hat on for me, can you do that?”

Joel looks up at you, biting his lip as he nods slowly. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes desperate as he holds your gaze.

“Good boy, now undo my jeans.”

Joel grins up at you as he makes quick work of your pants, pulling them down past your knees, your panties going with them. You let out a soft sigh as the cool air hits your wet cunt, a delightful shiver running down your spine. You step one leg out of your heels, followed by your panties and jeans. You want him to have full access.

“So eager, Joel,” you purr as you admonish him softly, “Did I say to take my panties down too?”

“No, you didn’t. Shit, sorry,” he mumbles as he looks down, away from you as he shifts on the floor. You know that he’s aching, cock pressed against the tight fabric of his jeans.

“Keep misbehaving and you don’t get to come baby.”

“I promise, I’ll be good, darlin’,” he drawls as he looks back up at you. His chocolate brown eyes wide with yearning as you press your thumb against his bottom lip, pulling on it softly.

“Make me come, baby,” you command as you surrender control to him.

He groans as he pulls one leg over his shoulder, his broad hands splaying across the sensitive skin of your thighs as he presses you hard against the door. You huff out a small sigh as you feel the scape of his beard as his strong nose trails up the crease of your thigh.

“Such a pretty little cunt,” Joel murmurs as his lips trail up towards your dripping folds. His hat tips back a little and he immediately moves to steady it. A smirk ghosts his lips as he hooks his arm around the leg draped over his shoulder. He secures the hat, making sure to trap your thigh against his bicep before humming gently just shy of where you want him.

“Gotta keep the hat on.”

He grumbles, almost to himself, and before you can say a word his mouth is on you. Hot and wet against your clit as his thick tongue glides through your folds, settling on your clit as you whine. You arch forward, your cunt pressed against his mouth as he drags his tongue in rough, slow circles around your clit. The hand not secured on his hat comes up to press firm on your belly, pressuring you just right that you squirm under his touch.

“Joel.”

You growl in warning as you feel a familiar pressure build in your core, the one that makes you gush.

“Hmmm?” he seems to be oblivious to your concerns, but you know that he’s aware of what he’s doing. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Don’t,” you pant as he licks a long, broad stripe up your slit. His lips mouthing and suckling as he goes, drawing all of the wet, lewd sounds from your pussy as you pant above him.

“You safe-wording darlin’? I need to hear it,” he taunts, his dark eyes boring up into your own as he increases the pressure on your navel. You love the way he can switch like this on you. So subby one moment, then pushing you to safe-word the next. It’s intoxicating.

“Never,” you whine as you let him push you to the edge.

He growls into your core as he grates his teeth against your clit, his tongue soothing, hot, wet, in their wake.

You want to scream; you know what’s coming. You want to tell him to just fuck you, but there’s a fire building in your belly that you don’t want to quell. But you want him to have his fill, to make you melt under his touch.

His tongue is unrelenting as his palm presses down on your belly, pressuring just right. You whine as you feel the pleasure streak down to your core, you’re screaming silently as you feel the pressure build.

“Joel,” you pant as your walls quiver around nothing, “I’m gonna-,” you’re cut off as he groans and sucks your clit hard, plush lips suckling as his tongue pressing hard against your swollen bundle of nerves. You whimper and thrash as you gush into his mouth. You clench around nothing as you feel your legs go weak.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Joel groans as you squirt over his shirt, he moves back enough to miss the worst of the splash zone, but he still gets enough on him to darken his collar and some of the front of his undershirt.

“Fuck, Joel,” you whine as you stutter through the aftershocks, your legs coated in your release as you pant, desperate to come up for air.

“Mmmm?” He hums, tongue gliding up and down the insides of your thighs as he laps up your juices.

“Fuck me.”

Your voice is a meek whimper as you feel your toes tingle as you flex and bend under the tremors that rock through your body.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He growls as he rights himself, the hat still firmly on his head as he hitches both your legs around his waist. His beard glistens as he presses you back against the door. You hear the clink of his belt, and you breathe a sigh of desperation as you wait to feel his cock notched at your core. His dark eyes meet yours as he leans in gently, his lips find yours in a soft, delicate press.

“Love you, darlin’,” he whispers against your lips as you feel the tip of his cock press against your core.

“Love you too, baby,” you whine as you buck your hips forward, pushing him inside as you moan for him.

“So needy,” he growls as he fills you to the brim and you gasp at the sudden intrusion. You’re so full, like every other time, but fuck, the angle makes it so tight.

Joel groans as he starts to fuck you at pace, you know he wants to kiss you tenderly, nip at your jaw and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. But this is fervent, desperate. He fucks up into your cunt as you clench around him; and you hear it, really hear it.

The way your cunt squelches around Joel’s thick cock at it splits you in two is all you can hear as you feel another orgasm building in your core.

“Fuck me, Joel, fill me up,” you gasp as you let him use you, fuck you until he’s spent. You feel every devastating thrust as he rolls his hips up into you, grinding deep inside you as you whimper and moan above him.

His breaths come in ragged gasps as he nears his release, you hold his hat firm on his head as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. He sucks and bites at your shoulder as his pace stutters. You cry out as he buries his cock deep inside you, his groans vibrating through your chest as he comes.

You cry out as he stills, pulsing as he comes inside you. You pull him from your shoulder, latching your lips on his as you battle with his tongue. You taste yourself on him as he languidly swirls his thick hot muscle around your mouth. You kiss slowly for a while, teasing each other through your own highs. He pants breathily as he presses his forehead against your own.

“That was so fucking hot.”

“Fuck, Joel,” you laugh, “Your shirt,” Jowl looks down, a wry smile pulling at his kiss-swollen lips.

“Let Mandy see it, might do her prude ass some good to see it.”

Joel jokes and you chuckle. Mandy being such the missionary vanilla princess will simply die seeing the mess you made.

“You’re a bad man, Joel Miller.”

“I’m your bad man, darlin’,” Joel grumbles as he grabs a few paper towels to pat your thighs dry. He pulls your panties and jeans back up before tucking himself back into his pants.

“Round two back at home?” You proffer as he grins at you, you prop the cowboy back atop your head. You’re a little sad to steal it back, it looks good on him.

“Always.”

Joel leans down to kiss you slow, tender as he dips his tongue down into your willing mouth. You don’t want to part but you know you’re already pushing your luck. You push gently against Joel’s chest and unlatch the door.

“Have a good night, darlin’, I’ll be waiting.”

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Post 666

in honour of my 666th post on this blog i think you all deserve some devillish porn

Finding yourself bound to an altar, your legs and arms cuffed in cold iron, splaying your cunt to the cool air of the moonlit night, terror grasped you.

The chanting around you was enough to make you feel fear, but the air seemed to extinguish for a moment, after their voices reached a fever pitch. You realised you were no longer alone in the summoning circle you had awoken in.

Before you stood a monstrous figure. Goat headed, large scaled wings rising behind it, you clamped your mouth shut, not wanting to scream and force its attention on you.

Your head whipped to the side when you heard gurgling noises around you, and the robed figures dropped down one by one, until the only sound that remained was your own breath coming in quick puffs, and the low, heavy breathing of the demon before you.

With a huff, the metal dropped away from your wrists and ankles, and you hesitantly sat up. The creature watched you, scarlet eyes gleaming in the light of the full moon, before offering you a hand.

“Come with me, and you shall wear a crown. Come with me, and be the bearer of my spawn, you shall live a life of luxury, that which you had not imagined.” It- no, he said. You swallowed. “You shall wish for nothing, and I am bound to this mortal plane for as long as you are, so no harm shall fall upon you.”

Your hand shakily reached out, and he took it in his own, warm, large hand. A spike of arousal ran down to your cunt just from that touch.

“We shall consummate here, and then depart for our new home.” He informed you. Your eyes ran down, unsure what awaited you, but his enormous cock throbbed before you, and you had an idea of what it would be.

He knelt down, and a long, dextrous tongue left his snout, toying with your clit, before pressing into your cunt, lapping at your tight hole, pressing deeper, licking places that you could never have imagined being touched by anything but the largest of cocks. You came pretty quickly, shaking, gripping his large curved horns as you felt the tip of his tongue run against your cervix, and press into your g-spot simultaneously.

It was almost too much, so when he lay you back on the cold stone altar, resting his cock over your stomach, so you could see how deeply filled you’d be, your mind was too stricken with lust to realise that it would end up directly in your womb.

But perhaps that’s what his tongue had been preparing you for.

He pressed in, corrupting your formerly pure body with his hellishly hot cock, inch after thick agonising inch searing you from the inside, forcing you to cum just from the flared head bumping against your g-spot on its way to batter your cervix.

When finally the tip pressed insistently on your cervix, you were mewling and making the most unholy noises.

His goatlike nostrils flared, and with a rough, hard thrust, his enormous cock breached your cervix and began fucking your womb right away, his clawed hands gripping your hips, drawing blood a little from how hard he held you.

Not that you minded.

Your mind was filled only with the pleasure, and the idea of him filling your womb with his corrupting seed, becoming his infernal broodmare, giving him a legion of demonic children, being his pleasure toy day and night.

You came again, and again, as he fucked you for what seemed to be hours, and as the sun began to rise, when your womb could take no more and your body on the verge of giving out from pleasure, you felt his cum pour into your womb, his enormous cock pulsing the thick rivulets into your womb, knowing that without a doubt he was impregnating you.

Which just served to make you cum once more.

After that point, you lost consciousness, but awoke in a fine bed, with black silk sheets and a soreness that you couldn’t place.

Was it a dream?

The figure lying beside you was a handsome man, dark hair, a goatee which should have looked out of place, but seemed to suit his slumbering face.

There was no denying it though, this was the more human form of the demon that corrupted you.

With a smirk, you sought to touch his cock, and it began to harden as you lined it up to ride your demonic master.

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omg imagine nat dating a girl who takes photos for the school paper/and she gets assigned to do an article and when reader goes to pick out photos of the yellowjackets to use in the article she realized that 99% of the photos are of nat <33

A/N: Thank you so much anon for the request!! this fic is so special to me because it's a collab with the pookiest @livil589 (love u sm, I had so much fun writing with you MUAH!!!!) check out her blog she's amazing!!!

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A week ago you'd been assigned to write an article about your school's soccer team, the Yellowjackets getting invited to play at nationals. It was such a big honour for all the girls on the team, but especially Nat. She was already thinking about the possibility of winning, making herself a name and maybe becoming a professional soccer player. As she daydreamed about her plans for the future you sat at her messy desk in a corner of her room, editing your article and occasionally turning around to see your girlfriend sprawled on the bed with a joint between her fingers.

“God Nat! Can’t you just go smoke outside?” you said between coughs, Nat unglued her eyes from the stained ceiling and looked at you with a smirk “Can’t handle a little smoke mh? What are you doing over there anyway?”

“Just going through some stuff for the article, you know the one about a soccer team called the Yellowjackets…not sure if you’ve ever heard of it” you joked, that caused her to softly giggle, getting up from her spot she leaned over your shoulder to see what you were doing, “Oh look that’s me!” she exclaimed as soon as she saw a picture of her running on the field.

“Mhm, do you like it?” you turned to Nat, waiting for her response as she looked at the pictures you had picked out.

“Of course, baby, I love it” she smiled

“Oh! That’s also me!” she said after noticing two other pictures of herself, in one she was holding up a small trophy the team got after winning a match while the other was just a silly picture you took of her before practice

“Yeah I thought those were nice!” you shrugged “Don’t you think you’re using too many pictures of me?” she asked and you thought about it for a second, maybe she was right…

“No problem, I developed some other pictures, we can just look through them, I’m sure we’ll find more pics of the whole team”

You grabbed the small pile of developed photos and began to look through them, Nat watching with her head on your shoulder.

“Baby…every one of these is of me,” she laughed. You moved to face the blonde, letting out a small huff as you thought.

“I could've sworn there were photos of everyone in here,” a small pout formed on your face when you realised you were going to need to take more pictures. Nat, noticing your expression, quickly took your face in her hands.

“Hey, it'll be ok. We can see if there's any photos from previous articles so you don't have to worry,” she pulled you into a hug, pressing kisses to the side of your head.

“Yeah, that could work!”

“See, I'm a genius,” Nat jokes, watching you laugh and roll your eyes.

“You love me”

“Of course I do, Natty,” you smiled as a blush creeper onto her face.

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↳ 【Synopsis】 : After your little picnic date, San can't seem to keep his hands off you. And he is going to do everything in his power to touch every part of you until you're screaming.

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 6 months

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Holy shit I never expected Horimiya to pop up on this blog but if it’s here I’ll take it

If I can let me do the honours of the first request - Hori and Miyamura (separate) with a shorter s/o except s/o is still a huge tease regardless but they get flustered when their partner decides to react back

(Horimiya) Hori and Miyamura with a shorter S/O

Here at genshingorlsrevengeance, we'll be bringing you the most random out of pocket content. Post tagging Author's notes: ...Wait a bloody second, there's already a Horimiya imagines community?

Height: 163 cm (5’4”)

Hori gets a bit of satisfaction from the fact she's taller than her S/O.

Normally she would make no mention of it, but it was the fact that S/O was trying their damn hardest to always tease her, she bites back.

(Hori) "Listen here, you little punk!"

There's also the satisfaction she gets at seeing them get flustered from her teasing. A little smirk grows on the edge of Hori's lips as she sees them stuttering.

For her, the height difference is like an emergency glass to break when she runs out of something to tease them about.

(Hori) "Hah! If you wanna say something, then get up here and tell me yourself!"

(S/O) "T-That's not fair!"

Of course, it's all in good fun. Unless S/O is being a particular little shit that day.

Height: 169 cm (5'7")

Miyamura honestly doesn't bring up S/O's height at all.

When it comes to teasing, there's several other things to use instead of their height.

And it wasn't like he was exactly a taller than average height himself. He doesn't mind their height difference.

What he does mind however is S/O constantly trying to prod him for reactions "because it's cute."

(Miyamura) "GAH! S-S/O, why did you blow on my ear!?"

(S/O) "Because you'd make that noise!"

He gives an exacerbated sigh, before trying to do the same.

Miyamura sees S/O get flustered as he bends down to do so, but he's suspicious if his blowing is actually what causes them to falter.

...Now that he thought on it, everytime he had to bend down to help S/O or giving them a kiss on their head seemed to fluster them as well.

(Miyamura) "Weird. S/O has the strangest reactions sometimes..."

#horimiya imagines #horimiya headcanons #horimiya x reader #kyouko hori x reader #izumi miyamura x reader #kyouko hori #izumi miyamura #hori san to miyamura kun

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norinenglish · 1 month

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Stardew Rancher AU - Intro cutscene

Here's my first piece for the Stardew AU challenge.

If you want to take part too, use the #traffic stardew au tag (You can also use the banner I made). On my blog, I will be using #stardew ranchers au as well.

The writing is under the cut.

>> Next Part

I hate this life.

Jimmy doesn’t remember a day in the last year he has not thought this. He’s staring at a computer screen, as he has been for the last seven hours, when it hits him. He hates this life. In fact, it could barely be qualified as a life.

He misses nature. Running around in the grass, playing, talking to people… He turns his head around to look at the window, but there isn’t even any on the office walls. He looks around him and only sees rows and rows of cubicles with other lifeless people slaving all day. The clicking of keyboards and mouths, the buzzing of the neon lights, it’s all too much.

I can’t stand it anymore, he thinks to himself. I need a way out.

Suddenly, he remembers a conversation he had with his grandpa, when he was young, about the burden of modern life. He hadn’t really realised what it had meant before today. Jimmy, like his parents, had dismissed it as the stubbornness of an old man who was made to live in the countryside. But it must have stayed on the back of his mind, because he kept the letter.

In fact…

He opens the drawer of his desk and there it is. A fancy old letter with a fancy purple seal.

(He’s definitely not going to think about the fact that he kept it in his drawer at work and the possible implication of that. Nope.)

With shaky hands, he breaks the seal and opens it. The swoosh of the paper unfolding is the loudest sound he’s ever heard in his life.

The letter says:

Dear Jimmy,

If you’re reading this, you must be in dire need of a change.

The same thing happened to me, long ago. I’d lost sight of what mattered most in life… real connections with other people and nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong.

I’ve enclosed the deed to that place… my pride and joy: The Ranch. It’s located in Stardew Valley, on the southern coast. It’s the perfect place to start your new life.

This was my most precious gift of all, and now it’s yours. I know you’ll honour the family name, my boy. Good luck.

Love, Grandpa.

PS: If the Sherrif is still alive say hi to the old guy for me, will ya?

He puts the letter down and looks up at the ceiling for a second.

In all the emptiness he feels, it’s like he’s just grown wing.

🌿 loading🌿

The bus startles to a stop and Jimmy wakes up.

“Pelican Town!” The driver screams.

Jimmy looks around. There’s no else on anymore. He quickly grabs his travel bag and gets out. He says his thanks to the bus driver who just hums unhappily. Guess he really didn’t want to go that far out for just one person.

On the side of the road is just a small clearing, with broken fences and dirt path. Someone is waiting for him, though. A man with cyan blue hair and an easygoing smile.

“Hello, you must be Jimmy,” he sayswith a cheerful voice. “I’m Scott, the local florist. Mayor Grian sent me here to fetch you and show you the way to your new home. He’s there right now, tidying things up for your arrival.”

It takes a second for Jimmy to find his words. The reality of what he’s done hitting him finally. He quit his job. He moved out of his appartment. He sold his things and bought a ticket for this small town in the middle of nowhere to become a farmer.

“Nice to meet you, Scott,” he says after swallowing. “I…”

Gosh, he cannot screw this up. This isn’t like in the city. The people he meets are going to be the community he’s going to live with. He wants to make a good impression.

Scott smiles, tilting his head to the side. He looks Jimmy up and down with mischief in his eyes in a way that makes Jimmy blush a little. He must be tired.

“The farm’s right over here, if you’ll follow me.”

Jimmy nods and follows him on the dirt path until they reach an area with a… house. Supposedly.

“This is the Ranch,” Scott announces, waving his arm around to show the land that stretches before them..

The Ranch is an old building made out of wood. It looks like it’s been built in the last century. The farmland around, which was included in Scott’s gesture, is littered with some kind of forest. There are different types of trees, dead wood on the ground, bushes, and even some rocks! Is this really the farm his grandfather loved ?

“What’s the matter?” Scott asks in a light voice. He’s got his arms crossed in front of him and an air of challenge about him. “Sure, it’s a bit overgrown, but there’s some good soil underneath that mess! With a little dedication, you’ll have it cleaned up in no time.”

He turns back towards the house itself. Jimmy notes that there’s plenty of firewood on the side of the house. Someone must have stacked it for him. That thought settles in his chest, fluttering like a bird. He won’t sleep in the cold tonight, and that’s thanks to strangers.

“... And here we are, your new home,” Scott says.

Just like his words summoned him, a man opens the door and gets down the few steps of his porch to stop in front of them. He pulls the sleeves of his red sweater back to his writs and offers his hand to Jimmy.

“Ah, the new farmer! Welcome, I’m Grian, the Mayor of Pelican Town.”

Jimmy shakes his hand and introduces himself. Grian nods, seemingly satisfied.

“You know, everyone’s been asking about you. It’s not every day that someone new moves in. It’s quite a big deal.” He turns to look back at the house. “So… you’re moving into your grandfather’s old cottage. It’s a good house… very ‘rustic’.”

“Rustic?” Scott chimes in. “That’s one way to put it… ‘Crusty’ might be a little more apt, though.”

“Rude,” Grian says under his breath, his eyebrows frowning. “Don’t listen to him, Jimmy. He’s just trying to make you dissatisfied so that you buy one of Gem’s house upgrades.”

“Gem?” Jimmy asks.

“She’s the local carpenter. She lives north of the valley, near the mountain.”

Gem, the local carpenter. Jimmy tries to mentally catalogue. She makes house upgrades. He turns his eyes towards Scott. He doesn’t remember if he said what he was doing.

“Anyway… You must be tired from the long journey,” Grian says, looking back at the house. “You should get some rest. Tomorrow you ought to explore the town a bit and introduce yourself. The townspeople would appreciate that.”

He turns to leave and sees the box placed next to the mailbox.

“Oh, I almost forgot. If you have anything to sell, just place it in the box here. I’ll come by during the night to collect it. Well… Good luck!”

They are gone before Jimmy can really say anything else. But it might be for the better, because he’s exhausted.

“I’m here,” he says to no one. Maybe to himself. Or maybe to his grandfather.

Going into the house is a blurr. He barely have time to register the small table with one chair, the fireplace that was lit up for him and the bed. He just melts into the mattress and passes out.

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lettersfromaphrodite · 9 months

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[2.33]

― pairing : Felix x fem! reader ― content warnings : smut, fluff, royals au, Felix is a King, established relationship, medieval settings, ⚠️exhibitionism/voyeurism, don’t read if you don’t feel comfortable with it⚠️unprotected sex, fantasy au ― word count : 3.504 ― notes: part two (coming soon!)

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

👑 ROYALS! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix part one | part two // Jeongin

«Happy anniversary, sweet cheeks.» Felix playfully winked at you, brushing a hand through his long blonde hair, as he gently clinked his golden chalice against yours; you giggled, feeling a little bit more tipsy than you were used to, while leaning against the back of your seat as your eyes scanned the room full of nobles drinking and eating in your honour.

«Can you believe it’s been three years, already?» with your elbows draped on the armrest, you turned your head to your husband, which had already inched closer to you.

«Yeah,» he nodded, a small, cute pout adorning his lips; Felix’s fingertips tapped on the side of your right eye with a gentle movement, «You have wrinkles already.» you scoffed in response, hiding a smile and immediately lifting your hand in order to swat his away but, he acted quicker than you did, and so, he intertwined your fingers as soon as your hands came in contact. You simply stared at Felix’s smug and pleased expression with a raised eyebrow, incredulous at how your husband was still so smitten for you that he’d try to touch you – from hugs to holding your hand, anytime you were next to each other, either you were in public or alone.

If back then, someone were to tell you that you’d find love in an arranged marriage you probably would have asked for that person’s execution; and yet, there you were, completely in love with Felix, your affectionate husband.

«If you say something like that again,» you said, leaning towards him, your lips now few millimetres apart and your eyes running along the sea of freckles adorning his cheeks – freckles which you counted an undefined amount of times, «I’ll poison you.» words you clearly didn’t mean, but you and Felix were used to joke around like that, always ready to jump at each other’s throat when honestly, your bond was very deep and you were each other’s biggest supporter. Felix was everything for you; he was a friend, a lover, a confidant. You would have done anything for him, and you know that Felix felt exactly the same.

Felix simply smirked at your affirmation, lifting an eyebrow before shaking his head, probably choosing not to answer and instead, leaning in to close the space between the two of you with a quick and chaste kiss.

«You won’t,» he answered, purposely keeping his voice low as if keeping the secret of your conversation, when you genuinely doubted that anyone would have heard the two of you between the loud chattering in the room, «you love me too much.» Felix chanted with a victorious expression and you giggled as you nodded eagerly, your head turning to the side so that your husband could lean in and kiss the side of your head.

As your eyes quickly scanned the room, you caught Changbin looking at your interaction with Felix with an interested smirk, making you immediately advert your gaze; among Felix’s closest friends – which all held an important title in the court, Changbin was the one you never managed to completely figure out.

Changbin was undeniably handsome and charming, but his attitude towards you manage to do nothing but confuse you; he would address to you formally, he would treat you with extreme respect but, occasions where he would flirt with you weren’t rare, and as soon as you told Felix, he laughed it off with an amused smile.

With a sigh, you leaned forward and grabbed your chalice only to lean back on your seat, taking a small sip of your wine, recalling the first time that you told your husband about his friend’s flirty behaviour; you were both lying in bed in a dazed post orgasm state and more than ready to sleep.

«I have something to tell you,» you mumbled with a racing heart while your head was resting on his chest, noticing how his heart immediately picked up speed as well.

«Do you want a divorce?» Felix’s voice was so worried and insecure that for a second you forgot about what you had to say.

«What?! No!» you answered immediately, glad that you felt him immediately relax. «How could you even think about that…» you added, your voice a little softer as you held him a little closer to your body and, after taking a deep breath, you told him everything, and much to your surprise, Felix patiently listened to all you had to say while running his fingers through your hair before shrugging with a small giggle.

«Well, we can’t deny he’s insanely handsome,» Felix confessed, «We should have a threesome, sometimes.» your eyes widened in stupor, you definitely weren’t expecting such an answer; you propped on your elbow almost at the speed of light, looking at him with a puzzled expression and ignoring the strange sensation you felt at the mention of sharing your bed with not only Felix, but with Changbin as well.

Honestly, you never thought about that before, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you somehow felt intrigued at the thought. Felix caught you off guard, pushing your shoulder as he rolled on top of you under the blankets, «Or we could make him watch,» he added, his lips trailing a different path of kisses on the skin of your neck, «Wouldn’t you like it? Someone else knowing how good you are for me?» Felix’s deep, husky voice send shivers down your spine and as his left hand reached out to caress your breast in a passionate, almost rough way, you instinctively whimpered while arching your back, eager for his touch.

Felix was looking at you with an incredulous smirk on his face, secretly glad that the both of you were on the same page; even if he never said anything, he always knew about Changbin flirting with you and therefore the fact that you were always shying away in a silent answer, and was more than happy that you decided to tell him.

However, you felt terrible; you just got wet about the thought of someone watching you and your husband having sex, and no one else but Seo Changbin. You couldn’t stop feeling like you were cheating on Felix, and you quickly reached out to hug him close to your chest while mumbling hastened apologies; being the perfect husband he has always proved to be, Felix felt the change of your mood and hugged you back, asking you what was wrong until eventually, you decided to tell him.

«I will always belong only to you.» you added on the verge of tears, meeting his gaze even if you were ashamed of your own thoughts. Felix looked at you with an incredulous expression, and you gradually started to panic before eventually, he bursted out laughing.

«We belong to each other, sweet cheeks,» he smiled, the sincerity in his eyes immediately comforting you as he was gently kissing every section of your face to reassure you, «There’s nothing wrong with exploring new things, as long as we are doing it together.» somehow, his words manage to make you feel better and since then, mentions of exhibitionism or interesting ménage à trois weren’t that rare anymore.

«I could go ask him,» Felix chuckled, immediately snapping you out of your thoughts and bringing you back to the reality of the expensive banquet you were having for lunch.

«I don’t think I’m ready, yet.» you whispered, glancing at Changbin which was now immersed in a conversation with Chris, and your husband rolled his eyes with a playful, mischievous smile.

«I’ll wait, then.» Felix answered, faking a pout while his fingers gently caressed yours.

«Of course you will,» you chuckled, «You love me too much.» you teased him, quoting his words from earlier and he smiled wide, shaking his head.

«You don’t even know how much.» Felix’s sincere smile made the butterflies in your stomach do somersaults acrobatics.

Night arrived rather quickly, and a yawn escaped your lips as you tightened the strings of your nightdress around your shoulders, ready to lay in bed and fall asleep in Felix’s arms.

Felix which, however, seemed to have totally different plans; your husband walked around the bed, holding your hand and preventing you from jump onto the fluffy mattress - a habit you’ve had since you were a little girl, and you tilted your head towards him in confusion.

Without further notice, Felix inched towards your face and closed the space between your lips with a passionate kiss, pulling your body flush against his; his left hand cupped your jaw, tilting your head to deepen the kiss as he felt your hands caressing his naked torso, all the way to his hips, in order to keep him as close to your body as possible. As your right hand was about to slide inside the pants he wore for the night, he stopped you with a tight grip on your wrist, his tongue licking on your bottom lip.

«Come with me,» Felix simply mumbled against your lips, taking your hand and walking out of your room as he made sure no one of the guards were on sight. Felix led you to through the corridors as carefully as you were thieves and not the King and the Queen, currently walking barefoot and not bothering to put a cape over your nightclothes. Even though you didn’t know what Felix’s intentions were, you trusted him, but confusion washed over you as you saw him unlocking the secondary smaller door of the throne room; it was the door that Royalty used to walk in and out and you were puzzled at why Felix decided to lead you there in the middle of the night.

«I’ve been dreaming of you riding me on my throne since I’ve been crowned King,» he briefly explained as his lips kissed your neck, pushing you against the now closed door; your eyes scanned the wide and empty room, and as you looked at Felix’s throne - few steps in front of you, a wave of arousal washed over your body and you reached out, your hands intertwining in Felix’s hair while you guided him to your lips, giving him your silent consent.

Judging by the content sigh Felix breathed against your skin, you knew that he understood and so, with a final gentle kiss on your lips, Felix guided you until you sat on his throne, your usual point of view on the room changing a little bit more on the right.

«Lix?» you mumbled, suppressing a whine as your eyes shifted repeatedly from the door and your husband which was now kneeled between your legs and busy sliding your nightdress up your legs until it was around your hips, immediately attaching his lips to your inner thigh.

«You might want to be quiet, Your Highness,» Felix quickly glanced at you, before eagerly sucking on your inner thigh pleased with your body slightly jolting forward in reaction, «You’d better watch the door. Unless, you want to be caught?» your breath hitched at the sensation of Felix’s fingertips grazing the skin where he wasn’t kissing, occasionally brushing his fingertips on your naked wetness in a teasing manner. With a sharp intake of breath, your eyes locked on the door, the thought of someone walking in in that moment making your soul lit with mixed sensations.

“Someone”, because your mind definitely did not wander and thought about anyone in particular, right?

«Considered how wet you are already, you would like it.» Felix’s words came as a smug whisper before he immediately attached his lips to your clit, keeping your legs spreaded by moving them over his shoulders, so that he could focus on pleasing you while using his fingers as well. Felix knew your body probably even better than you did, and therefore, he knew that all it took for you to reach out to pull on his hair was a gentle tug on your clit using his teeth.

«Lix!» you whined probably a little louder than needed, even if you were trying to keep your voice as low as possible, immediately feeling him smirk against your inner thigh as his fingers were now pumping, curling and scissoring inside you.

«What?» he asked faking an innocent tone, even thought his voice was way too deep to sound innocent during certain situations; you have always been loud in bed - Felix loved your moans at the point that sometimes he came because of them, and therefore you didn’t trust your voice to answer, since trying not to moan was already a way too difficult challenge.

Desperately, you directed Felix towards your wetness by pulling on his hair, pleased with the fact that he complied without teasing you further, eager to please you and hear you moan his name in utter bliss.

One of your hands was tightly gripping the throne’s handle with the desperate attempt to make you focus enough on keeping your eyes open and fixed on the door, instead of losing yourself in pleasure as you so desperately wanted but, Felix’s tongue was so hot against your skin, deliciously lapping at your folds while occasionally focusing on your clit just to tease you even further, and his fingers knew exactly where to curl in order to reach that perfect spot that you couldn’t help but instinctively arch your back with a choked whine, pushing yourself more against your husband’s face, thinking that anyone could have walked in; Changbin could have walked in and see you-

«Felix!» you whimpered, your orgasm washing unexpectedly over you, making your body suddenly tense up and relax in a quick succession. With a hammering heart, you shortly glanced at the door before gradually starting to relax, resting your back against the throne; Felix removed his fingers from you and stoop up, a victorious smile on his face and a raised eyebrow, busy cleaning the fingers, which just worked magic inside you, while using his tongue.

Your eyes hungrily travelled on his toned chest, noticing that at some point, he must have gave in to the temptation to pleasure himself as well, because his pants were unbuttoned and his length was fully hard and already leaking pre-come; instinctively, you sat straight and leaned towards the tip of his length with parted lips, driven by the desire to taste it once again and to let yourself choke on it - if necessary to hear Felix’s loud moans, when he stopped you.

«Maybe later,» he said, stopping your movements as he placed his hand under your jaw in a gentle yet firm movement.

Eventually, Felix made you rearrange your positions so that he sat on the throne and you sat on top of him; wasting no time and immediately sinking on his length as if you didn’t just come few moments earlier. Felix’s hands gripped your hips, quietly whimpering at your wetness still clenching around him from your previous orgasm; kissing his lips, you immediately started to move, slowly riding his length and occasionally moving your hips in circles anytime he was completely buried into you.

«Who did you think about, earlier?» Felix’s question was so sudden your hips froze, his length twitching inside of you. Felix smiled, reaching out to caress your face in a gentle manner, «You usually warn me before coming.» you nodded, shyly adverting your gaze.

At your lack of answer, Felix pulled on the strings in the middle of your collarbone, which were neatly closing your nightdress around your shoulders, and easily loosened it with a firm tug; immediately, the fabric fell around your elbows, completely exposing your chest to him.

The sensation of Felix’s tongue teasingly lapping and biting at your nipples made your hips move by their own accord once again - ready to chase for another orgasm because Felix’s length deliciously filling you up and his touch made you feel like you were on fire, while in the back of your mind you were pondering whether to answer his question or not.

«I thought about Changbin walking in on us.» the feeling of Felix’s hips stuttering on the rhythm you set, abruptly pulling your hips against his was priceless.

«So eager to show him what a good girl you are?» Felix’s voice was even deeper, and his hands loosened just enough for you to reminiscence your actions of bouncing on his length, the sting of your knees hitting the gold bars of the throne making you feel even more aroused. In order to feel him even deeper, you decided to occasionally clench around his length and in return, Felix always had trouble on keeping quiet, low groans escaping his lips even if he bit his lips so hard that he could draw blood; Felix’s head was thrown back, exposing his neck which you didn’t hesitate to kiss, not caring whether you left some marks in the process.

Felix came not too far later, kissing your neck and mumbling some praises of encouragement, he laid back on his throne with ragged breath and a hammering heart, enjoying the sight of you pleasuring yourself while chasing for your orgasm using his length, when both of you froze in your tracks at the sound of someone troubling with the locks of the main door.

Despite your sexual fantasies, you knew that you could have gotten in trouble if you were found like this and so, you quickly got up from Felix’s lap and you both hid behind one of the marble columns few steps away from the throne.

Felix had gently pushed you against it, one of his hands next to your head while the other was on your waist; he had his head tilted to the left, so that he could easily see the guard on his night patrol, controlling if everything was okay, while the two of you were still safely hidden in the shadows. You heard the soldier’s steps echoing in the room, and your heart was still hammering in your chest in a fast pace, due to the fact that you were so close to come once again but you were so abruptly interrupted; you felt Felix’s plump and warm lips against your neck, and you took a harsh inhale of breath.

«What are you doing?» you said, barely above a whisper, mixed sensations building up in your soul at the thought of being found out.

«Keep quiet, and you’ll find out.» Felix’s answer was immediate, a luscious whisper against your ear, as the hand that had previously been on your waist was now collecting the half part on your nightdress in his hand.

Felix’s short nails scratched their way up your inner thigh before harshly signalling you to part your legs, order to which you eagerly complied; immediately, Felix’s fingers were inside you, frantically moving with the only goal to make you come. Keeping your breath even was much harder than before, now that someone else was in the room; as the soldier’s steps got closer, Felix’s head moved from your neck and went back on his previous ministrations on overseeing his movements. Felix fingers purposely changed pace with the excuse of the poor man getting closer or farther from you, making you actually concentrate in order to let moans escape your lips, since the continuous change of pace of his fingers was about to make you go insane.

As Felix’s fingers curled just to touch that perfect spot inside you, your muscles instinctively clenched and you closed your eyes, both your hands on your mouth to prevent any sound from coming out.

«Next time, be sure to do that around my dick,» Felix mumbled before biting your earlobe and changing once again the direction of his attention.

The night patrol was not long, in fact, the guard had simply to check up if everything was in its original place and so, as soon as you heard him exiting the room and locking the main door, Felix’s lips were once again capturing yours in a passionate kiss and his fingers lost any kind of inhibition.

Felix, eventually, decided that making you come with just one hand just was not enough and so, he moved his left hand as well, so that his fingers would occasionally alternate between teasing your clit and spreading your folds even wider, almost as if it was giving you a little massage and he wasn’t about to make you come in the throne room.

«You’re even wetter,» he cooed, «Should we invite Changbin to keep guard, next time?» Felix’s words were everything you needed to come, your back arched and muffled moans escaping your lips as your hands firmly grabbed his wrists to prevent him from stop his movements; you might not have noticed, but Felix heard that small and choked “yes” that immediately escaped your lips loud and clear.

The next day, in the late afternoon, you and Felix convened Changbin for a private meeting. «Seo,» Felix greeted his long-time friend with a mischievous smile, «Are you busy tonight?»

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