#dont suck your teeth at me sir

[charliesgoodboy]

-♡Zhongli x male reader(SFW, ANGST, A/B/O, MODERN AU ?)

-♡A/N: we need sad stuff on this blog ok !? Also i suck ass at angst. And kinda like a remix of @reallyromealone 's baby bonten fic ?

Zhongli had been paceing in the hallway chewing on his fingernails, his forehead dripping in slight sweat of worry.

You were giving birth. He hasn't left the outside of the room you were in for some time. Hasn't eaten, hasn't spoken to anyone. Just in that same spot as he was since yesterday.

He's been in worry ever since, they wouldn't let him see you, he needed to see you, to know if you were alright.

His world was filled with darkness at this moment, like a ringing soundwas in his ears. He was ready to be a father, but he didn't know how.

He wasn't an idiot he knew this day would come soon. And he would never regret it. Not till his death.

He perked up, the sound of a childs crying in his ears. His paceing comes to a stop, taking his fingernail from his teeth.

He was rushing to the door, about to open it till one of the nurses came out keeping him from coming in.

"Whats wrong ? Why won't you let me in ?" He tried to get past her, failing as she kept her arm in front of him, spine him being a but bigger than her.

"Mr. Zhongli...please listen to me..he...your husband.." The nurse gagged, not being able to get the sentance out, but oh...oh did Zhongli know.

That ringing came back. That ringing sound sound his ears. He saw the nurses mouth moving..he didn't understand her. He knew she was talking but he heard nothing but ringing.

Without knowing, he walked pass the nurse, sliding the door open. Your body looking so peacful. The baby in the nurses arms. Zhongli continuing to walk over to you. Your lifeless body was giving him guilt, he couldn't take it, he didn't want to believe that someone so dear to him was gone...just like that.

His hand coming in contact with your cheek. The dry tears stains visible on your cheek. His thumb caressing your face, as his face started showing visible sadness.

No tears yet though. He couldn't get them to come out.

"(m/n)...please..please I'm sorry..dont leave me.." He whispered. Some of the nurses and doctors keeping they're distance, even some of them silently crying.

Zhongli would miss you so dear. Not only that, but he'd need to deal with your body, give it a proper burial.

He was giving you a look, like the look of a puppy who's owner left him, hoping for them to come back.

To come back through that door.

And see them again..

But sometimes that wouldn't happen.

What if..what if the owner left that puppy forever.

And never returned.

Then what ?

Would the puppy stay waiting ?

Or would the puppy just give up.

Give up just like his owner.

Zhongli sighs, a tear going down his face but for some reason even that one tears showed all the pain he was going through.

Slipping his hand off you kissing your forehead, heading to the nurse with the child in hand.

"Did he name him before his death ?" The nurse shoot her head no, you could even see how red her eyes were, strands of her hair stuck out. Of course she was down about it. Everyone was.

"No...naming the child is up to you.." She said, handing the baby over to Zhongli. He held the child close..giving a kiss to they're cheek slightly smiling.

He lived the child so dear.

He just hated that he wouldn't be able to grow up with you.

"What will you name him sir ?" The nurse asked, she didn't want to rush him but he to wanted to know.

"Yuchen...that's what I'll name them..Yuchen." The nurse nods, agreeing the name really was beatiful.

"Universe with sun and moon." Is what It ment.

Turning back to you, and your sleep like form he almost burst out crying. He would- he wanted to. He wanted to hold you so close, for all three of you to be so happy together.

But he cant do that anymore.

He had to take care of this child, and he would do it well, he would make suryou'd have a proper burial, and he'll make sure Yuchen is the happiest baby he can make them.

#zhongli x male reader #Genshin impact x male reader #Male reader #Angst #genshin angst #male reader insert #zhongli x you #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli angst

[gettinshiggywithit]

!How about a croissant!

Scenario:- a fellow agent pushes your boundaries and loki makes sure they never will again

Pairing:- loki x fem!reader

Genre:-fluff

Type:-oneshot

A/N:-wrote this for a friend a while back,thought i might as well post it~

Slow music floated throught the air as the annual avengers gala took place.An event where the Earths mightiest heroes got to meet some of the most elite socialites in tony starks circle

But the whole gathering,this entire event;it made you uncomfortable.

You preferred curling up with a book by the window as opposed to a hoity toity gala,but as an avenger,you had expectations to meet and responsibilities to fulfill.

And this was one such responsibility.

So you sucked it up and put on a brave face.

One night couldnt hurt could it?

The music stopped as the focus of the entire room was suddenly directed towards the man of the night;Anthony Edward Stark.

Tony thrived in situations like this.it was one of his quaities that you admired the most.

But as you backed away towards the food table,seekimg refuge among the croissants and macaroons,you felt a strong and unfamiliar arm wrap itself around your waist.

You froze.

Who was this?Why were they up in Your space??HOW COULD YOU GET OUT OF THIS????

Just as your internal panic was about to reach an all time high,the person spoke.And to your complete and utter disgust,you knew who it was.

“Where’re you goin Agent l/n?Stark’s just startin”

“Agent cisco,I was just..going over to the snack table....gatherings really arent my thing...”

You said through gritted teeth,praying to and god that’d listen to get you out of this weird and creepy interaction.

“Come on sweetheart,dont be like that...you gotta be social!live a little!”as the words left his lips,he tried to tighten his grip and hold you close.And just as he tried manuveuring you into a hug,a greenish-brown vine slithered towards you both.

Cisco stared at it curiously and only after it had begun to slither up his leg did he realise,

IT WAS A SNAKE!

He yelped out and threw you to the side so as to save himself,but as soon as he’d turned his back,the snake turned into a charming young man with sleek black hair that had been tied into a bun at the nape of his neck.

The man caught you before you hit the floor and admired you with his emarald green eyes,a smirk perfectly playing on his face.

“Well,i knew you’d fallen for me but i never thought id have to actually catch you darling~” came his voice.silky sweet and smooth as honey.

You rolled your eyes at his comment.

“Loki,its about time you showed up...where were you??”You fire back.

“Oh you know my love,godly things and all.I made it though didnt I?” He said before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

It was supposed to be a quick peck,but the moment your lips met his,he decided to deepen the kiss,your arms went to wrap themselves around his neck while his hands circled your waist,pulling you impossibly close~

You came up for air a minute later to see cisco staring at the two of you in horror!

HAD HE JUST-TRIED TO-HIT ON LOKI’S GIRLFRIEND?!

Loki let go of you but still held onto your hand as he looked down his nose at the petrified man before him,and in a tone dripping with the venom of malicious intent,said, “Can i help you?”

“N-NO-SIR NOT AT ALL! SORRY SIR- I-I DIDNT-“

Loki placed his hands on cisco’s shoulders before whispering into his ear,

“If you ever try anything like that with my y/n , you’ll have my dagger to deal with and i hate soiling my blades with filth.Have I made myself clear?”

“Y-YES SIR! SORRY SIR-IT WONT HAPPEN AGAIN SIR!”

And with that he took off running towards the exit.

Loki turned back to you,a proud yet playful smirk playing on his lips, “Now then love,how about a croissant?”

You smiled at him.

“I’d like nothing more.”

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#📚jaya’s tales #loki x reader #loki imagine #loki fanfic #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x f!reader #loki x female reader #loki oneshot #loki fluff #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #loki x agent!reader

[rubyiiiusions]

crawls out of the void,,, here u go bowuigi enjoyers

tongues and teeth // bowser x luigi

word count 2244 // ao3 link

summary: “Ah, rigatoni… I’m sorry–” “It’s fine.” “...Oh. Eh… has no one ever called your singing beautiful before?” “...Not in so many words.” (or, luigi is afraid of a lot of things, but fire has never been one of them, much to his dismay.) [rated T: mario movie spoilers, hurt/comfort, torture, rough kissing but they dont kiss its just really gay ass dialogue]

He’d banged his head against the bars, jolting as the chains above him whirred away. …Great, just as I thought I could stop having a panic attack, Luigi thought wryly, hissing in pain and scrambling to his feet as he was lifted, his cage pulled up into the gaping maw of the ceiling. Below him, a few of the penguins(and of course that absolutely enlightening blue star, but Luigi had been trying to filter out its voice) squawked out protests or questions, and he bit his lip. Like I chose to be here! He wanted to yell. I never wanted to go in the sewers, I never wanted to get sucked in here, I never wanted to leave my brother! I just wanted to start a business, wanted to prove to my dad that I’m more than just a good student…

I just want to go home. 

“Here he is, your highness!” The wizard chirped, far too cheerfully, and Luigi let out a small, nervous laugh, giving his captor a small wave and trying not to instinctively rub the sore spot where a few of his mustache hairs had once been. 

Luigi could see the smoke curling in the air as it left Bowser’s nostrils. It was almost mesmerizing, the way he could see the barely-held-back fire, trapped in his maw, glowing and flickering in the dim light of the throne room. If he wasn’t terrified, he’d be curious. 

“Shoo, Kamek,” the King dismissed, and the wizard instantly scurried away, muttering a quick yes sir. And, suddenly, they were alone. 

Luigi’s heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Bowser, letting out a quiet heh and pulling at the collar of his shirt nervously. For a moment, all his captor was doing was studying him, tracing his figure, as if imagining what it would be like to tear him apart, how his skeleton would look bare, skin burnt to a crisp. 

“Is… there a reason you brought me here, L-Lord Bowser?” He ventured tentatively, sweat beading from his forehead and dripping down his neck. 

The Koopa let out a huff that could have passed for amused. “Never had one of my prisoners call me ‘lord’ before,” he mused, and extended a hand. A glowing, shimmering star materialized in his palm, spinning at his will. It pulsed and thrummed, like a heartbeat loud enough to rival Luigi’s own, power radiating from it in waves. Bored, Bowser flicked it with a finger, sending it spinning across the room, before calling it back to his grasp. 

“Eh… what would you prefer?” Luigi asked, trying and failing to tear his gaze away and instead opting to awkwardly readjust his hat. “King? Majesty? Sovereign? Sir? Master?”

Bowser seemed to choke on something before clearing his throat. He closed his fist and the star flickered back to its place behind his throne. “Lord and King are fine, thank you,” he snarled, more embarrassed than hostile. Luigi took a sheepish step back. 

“You… bald ape people fascinate me,” he muttered, more for himself than Luigi. The human furrowed his eyebrows. “So small, so… smooth. Warm-blooded. It’s odd.” 

“We’re… uh, we’re called humans, sir,” Luigi attempted, voice small, but Bowser didn’t acknowledge him. “Majestic, even…” the Koopa was muttering, lost in his own thoughts. “Is there…”

He snapped back to attention and took a booming step forward. “You! Uhh…”

“Luigi,” He tried to state calmly, but it came out as more of a squeak. 

“Luigi. Yes.” Bowser clasped his hands together. Luigi tilted his head curiously. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought that the Koopa King was nervous. “I have a very important question for you.”

“Me?” Luigi almost whimpered, and his heart was racing. …Mamma mia, what have I gotten myself into?

“Well, duh. You’re the only one here,” Bowser muttered, still quiet, and Luigi stifled a yelp of fear at the reminder, taking another step back. He cleared his throat and, surprisingly, seemed to retreat into his shell a bit, eyes darting from his talons to the volcanic brick floor to Luigi and back again. “Let me… present a hypothetical situation. You look like her. If… if you were a powerful, strong, heart-stoppingly beautiful princess who led her subjects to great prosperity, would you fall in love with me?”

Luigi blinked. “What.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of Princess Peach!” Bowser snapped, casting his gaze skyward, as if a spotlight was trained on him as he went into a powerful, heartbreaking monologue, Romeo and Juliet style. “The most beautiful princess in all the land? Blue eyes, blond hair? Ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom, which I’m about to raze to the ground as I ask for her hand in marriage?” There were stars in his eyes, somehow glimmering brighter than the one shining behind his throne. “She’s… she’s perfect. I’m going to rule the world by her side. We’ll destroy everything… together.” 

Luigi let out a small, nervous laugh. “I… eh, I don’t know if I can answer for the princess… I’ve never met her, and–”

“Let me rephrase,” Bowser snarled, and suddenly he was towering over Luigi’s cage, smoke curling from his open mouth, rumbling in a growl. He yelped and scrambled backward. “If you were Peach, would you fall in love with me?”

“Y–Yes!” Luigi blurted, terrified, and Bowser’s eyes widened. A genuine smile spread across his face. What the hell is wrong with this guy? 

“As I assumed!” The King clapped his hands, turning to hide his excitement. Luigi found he couldn’t tear his eyes away. “Thanks for your help–not that I needed it, or that you had a choice,” He quickly tacked on, shooting him a glare that somehow seemed forced. “I wasn’t nervous, by the way.”

Bowser waved a hand and the chains holding Luigi’s cage in place began to whir, sinking slowly back into the ground. Luigi kept his eyes trained on that shell, shining in the flickering firelight, and that tail that whisked back and forth happily until the throne room turned into a sliver of light and disappeared. He let out a sigh of relief, far too shaken to unpack any of the truth in his words. 

-

“If… ah, if you don’t mind me asking… what’s so special about this ‘Peach’?” Luigi ventured. He would have been terrified–hell, he still was, but he could breathe and his heart wasn’t threatening to beat out of his chest, so he counted that as a partial victory–if these… visits hadn’t become a regular occurrence. It was like clockwork; every night(or what he could only assume was night–the time his internal clock was begging him to sleep, but that wasn’t quite a reliable source) chains would start whirring and he’d be pulled back up to the throne room, face to face with King Bowser himself. If he wasn’t so put off, he’d be bored, but there was something about him that seemed to spark a flame in Luigi’s chest, as if preparing him to burn to a crisp. 

Bowser had a faraway look in his eyes that, for once, was marred with conflict. “She’s… she’s beautiful,” he murmured, and Luigi studied the sudden softness in his expression. “She has heart-shaped bangs, the voice of an angel, the strength of a thousand men, the…” He trailed off, cleared his throat. “What an absurd question. Now, tell me. If you were Peach, would you be entranced by this song?”

(He couldn’t answer for the princess, but Luigi was so drawn in by his bellowing, trembling voice, shaking with emotion, that he couldn’t do anything but nod, couldn’t tear his eyes away from those fangs, curved and sharpened to a knife’s point, couldn’t turn away no matter how much of a bad idea this was. He was a prisoner, after all, but he’d been beginning to wonder if it was to the Koopa King or his own, traitorous, fearful(aflame) heart.)

-

“Your voice is beautiful,” Luigi couldn’t help but murmur in the deafening silence that followed. Bowser let out a small huff, a tiny smile flickering on his face for a moment. 

“I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me and meant it.”

Luigi turned, eyes wide with shock. He was sitting at the foot of the piano, and he could have ran. Should have ran. But there was nowhere to go, and what harm could one more song do? 

“...Really?”

Bowser shrugged, seemingly resigned, soft around the edges. “I mean, the only other person I’ve ever sung for this way is Kamek, and… well, you know. Brainwashed and everything.”

“Huh.” Luigi studied the king’s eyes and, for the first time, saw something that might have been sadness in them. 

(His irises were auburn, a gnarled tree caught aflame.)

“So you think Peach will like it?” He asked, soft voice betraying the hidden longing in his expression. 

“Mamma mia… I’d be surprised if she didn’t,” Luigi answered honestly, and something trembled in his chest.

-

Luigi yelped as a claw curled around his mustache, pulling playfully at the hairs. “Wha–yeowch–what are you doing?”

“Physical torture,” Bowser responded bluntly, before breaking off into a bellowing laugh. Fear and awe, in equal parts, boomed in his chest.

“Eh… I thought…”

“Wrong!” Bowser hummed, gleeful, and the malicious grin on his face widened as his claw moved from tugging at mustache hairs to tracing Luigi’s jawline past his ear to flick his hat. “You’re my prisoner. I’ll do as I please. What, did you forget? You’re entirely at my mercy.”

He should have been afraid. Was afraid. But…

That fire, glowing from behind Bowser’s barely parted grin. The way his eyes flashed, fiery amber. He was afraid of a lot of things, but flames… flames had never been one of them. No matter how much it hurt as they singed his fingers.

-

“Ah, rigatoni… I’m sorry–”

“It’s fine.”

“...Oh. Eh… has no one ever called your playing beautiful before?”

“...Not in so many words.”

-

He knew it was the beginning of the end when as his eyes were drooping, the chains didn’t clank and whir anymore, didn’t pull him up to what had somehow become his escape. He heard a faint whooping of joy above, the newly-captured Kongs and Toads sitting sullenly in their cages, some rattling their bars and others yelling at the floating, ever-cheerful turquoise star, and bit his lip.

What the hell had he been thinking? How had he let that fear, the only thing keeping him alive right now(and maybe not his brother, but–no, he couldn’t, wouldn’t think about that right now) morph into something entirely different, something he was afraid to put a name to? Why hadn’t he noticed? Why–

Oh, no… why did he miss his voice?

-

The wave of relief that surged through him as Mario swiped him out of midair with a cry, pulling him close into a tight hug, swearing to never let go, was almost enough to extinguish the fire.

Almost. 

But as Luigi’s eyes caught Bowser’s, as the ice shattered, as the volcano roared and the princess he’d heard so much about cried out, reaching out in vain as the bullet bill surged towards her castle, seemingly infinitesimal in the shadow of Bowser’s Castle, he felt a spark lick its way from his stomach up his spine, through his veins, and settle into a flickering flame in his chest.

It had been nothing compared to this; the searing metal trash can lid, the burns on his palms, stinging, and the metal was bending. The star thrummed behind him and Bowser’s panicked roar echoed in his ears, humming humming humming with the fire that licked just beside him, curling around his mustache in a way that had him seeing stars.

He wondered–was this what it was like to feel alive? To burn?

And then–

A white glow, searing behind his eyelids, but it was cold. Fast moving, like an icy, brittle moon orbiting its sun, and his skin was shimmering, tingling with a numbness that made him uneasy. Nonetheless, power flooded through his veins, beating with his heart, and he narrowed his eyes. 

Fear was a good look on Bowser. So was defeated, lying facedown in the dust. Luigi had a strange urge to reach down and smooth the tangles in his hair. Almost a shame, how pathetic he looked, rendered to nothingness and trapped in that jar.

-

(He dreamt of his voice, of full, booming piano tones and bursts of flame, of amber eyes.)

-

Luigi was jostled awake to the realization that he couldn’t breathe or move. His eyes widened and he stifled a yelp. His wrists were bound, behind his back and tied to a chair, and sweat beaded at his neck. The walls were flickering, and fear bloomed in his stomach. 

A rumbling laugh, far too familiar, echoed throughout… wherever he was, and he whimpered. Something stirred in his chest, and he gasped when he realized it was a spark. It was too late–the flame was already fueled. 

“You’re an amusing one,” Bowser growled, low and cocky as he lumbered forward. Oh, how Luigi wished that voice didn’t send a shiver down his spine, equal parts relief, yearning, and fear. A claw hooked under his neck, thumb playfully teasing his mustache before poking at his lower lip, mouth agape. Bowser licked his lips. “I think I’ll keep you.” 

#bowuigi #bowser x luigi #luigi #bowser #mario movie #super mario movie #bowuigi fanfic #bowuigi fic #im normal guys #i promise #fanfiction #fanfic

[running-with-kn1ves]

A/N: short scenario I dont really remember writing but am glad I did :0.

Male! Yandere x Servant Gn! Reader

"What is wrong with you?" Your body jerked forward as you were torn into a bedroom. The door slammed shut, the man holding onto your wrist pulling you into his chest. 

"Flirting with the Count? Spilling wine on his pants in front of me?" 

The man behind you scoffed, quickly untying your apron as you fumbled backward into him.

 "Sir, wait--!" 

You urgently tried to pry his hands off but were quickly restrained. His fingerprints left bruises on your overworked skin, marks of obsession and jealousy. 

"Quiet. Don't want anyone to hear us. Unless you want them to know I'm punishing you?" He watched you turn away and wince. "Hmm? Do you want me to invite my guests in and let them watch? Watch me touch you--" 

You squirmed and whimpered as he grabbed your face to kiss you. His lips pushed you against the door as your head hit the frame, his body forcing itself against yours as a hand crept up your clothing. The man's tongue slid against yours, hot breath mixing together.

"Please," you talked between his rushed kisses. "I have to… have to get back to the kitchen and…prepare."

Your head pushed against the door with a loud thump, as you were sandwiched between it and the aristocrat on top of you. You were terrified of those who could hear outside the room, who were probably listening to you be shoved against the wall and devoured.

 "Why would I let you go after you made a fool out of me?" His lips kissed every inch of you, sucking your skin to leave love bites on your neck and shoulders. You could feel how sensitive your flesh was, feel how his teeth grated against your skin as he unbuttoned your collar. "You didn't even react when I touched your leg under the table,

so naughty."

"What was I supposed to do," you half protested, half-moaned, tensing up as you tried to keep your mouth shut. Your tongue was forced to slide against his as the lord desperately pushed himself on you.

Picking up your leg, he began to grind against the other. The man sucked and bit your lip as he feverishly kissed you, trying to hurry before his disappearance from downstairs was noticed. 

"You shouldn't have made yourself so tempting, now everyone wants a piece of you… but I won't have that." He gripped your thigh and huffed in your ear. "The count was practically undressing you with his eyes, and you let him." 

"But I-!"

"Don't deny it you little flirt. You're trying to get his attention because you wanted me to notice, huh?" He smiled against your neck. "Well, I've noticed. And I'm not letting

 you go without being reprimanded. Can't have my little servant running around with some bastard…"

He gripped you harder and clenched his teeth when saying the last part, obviously upset. The man took out his frustration by nipping at your neck.

"That would never happen! You don't know what you're saying--" You put your hands on his chest and tried to push him away. But his red lips and possessive eyes showed your escape wouldn't be that easy. 

"I'm a man, I would know! They won't stop until they have you! Especially, with your sweet little voice, tempting them." He looked at you with a lovestruck gleam, stroking your cheek. He softly melted for a brief moment. As he slowed, taking in all of you. But the tender second turned hard and cold, as he changed to look down at you with an upset frown. "But you'll learn to stay where you belong. And tonight showed me you need a little more training."

You gulped, feeling his thumb stroke your throat as he kissed your cheek. 

"Now, maybe your punishment should start on the bed."

#yandere stories #yanderecore #yandere romance #dark romance #yandere #tw yandere #x reader #reader insert #writing #self insert #kn1ves rants #yandere x reader #male yandere #servant reader #drabble #short drabble #writing thots #yandere thots #knives rants #running withkn1ves

[ratmonky]

AHHHHH just read some of your stuff on ao3 and they're all so good!! i love the stuff you wrote about toji n gojooooo im thinking of rereading lol

really?? i'm honoreddd!!! <33333333

here's a little treat! i've written this for my bestie back in 2021 who is obsessed with toji as much as i am and i feel it's only right to share this now.

you may have read it and i dont remember if i reused this but i certainly do rewrite my warm-ups into the fics i'm working on often!!

“Is that how deep you can take?” toji stared down at you. Between his legs with your luscious lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and on your knees, it was a sight to enjoy.

Tears dwelled in your eyes but you tried opening your mouth wider to fit him inside but it was simply impossible. His girth was too thick.

He knew how hard you were trying to impress him. The least he could do was to spare you from the embarrassment. “That’s it, good girl,” he said, guiding your hands to wrap around the base of his cock and moving them along the length. “And now suck the tip.”

You did as he told you, desperately trying to pleasure him so he would let you go.

Noticing your plan of trying to finish him off as fast as you could, Toji lifted you up to his lap, big hands slid under your pajama pants and pulled them down in a smooth motion. 

Letting out a mewl, you struggled in his hold. “Sir-”

“You wouldn’t wanna wake Megumi right?”

Your boyfriend’s name being mentioned left you petrified. Immediately, you went limp on his lap, giving Toji the freedom to slide down your panties and positioning you over his cock. 

“Wearing these in front of me-” Toji leaned forward, his one hand fumbling with the front of your pajama top. “- you wanted me to fuck you from the beginning, didn’t ya?”

Biting your lip, you shook your head. Noticing his stare on your now bare chest since he had unbuttoned the top, you covered yourself.

That made Toji chuckle, “Aren’t you a little too shy?” His hand landed on your inner thigh, caressing the soft flesh before kneading it gently. You trembled when he ran his fingers up your thigh and screamed when he abruptly slammed you down onto his cock. Fortunately, he had clapped a hand over your mouth, muffling your scream.

He had already pushed himself balls deep into your cunt, filling you up to the brim so perfectly. 

Toji tentatively pulled out before slamming you back on his cock. It was mind-numbingly fast, each thrust deep and penetrating. His virile erection sliding in and out of you was starting to make you feel dizzy from pleasure. 

He gritted his teeth as your gummy walls pulsated around his cock, and he frenziedly thrust inside. He grabbed you by your sides, his nails digging into your skin as he mercilessly began pounding in your pussy.

Out of instinct, your arms wrapped around his neck and your fingers twirled around his straight hair, whimpering quietly into his neck each time he hit a sensitive spot. Toji’s thrusts became stronger and more animalistic each time you screamed or whimpered.

“This cunt belongs to me,” he said and you nodded approvingly without hesitation. “You’ll only beg for my cock.”

“Y-yes.”

“When you’re fingering yourself with your tiny fingers you’ll think about me.”

A moan left your lips and you started moving your hips. 

So lost in pleasure and desperate. “You’re so cock hungry aren’t ya?” A smile tugged at his lips when you frantically started bouncing yourself on his cock. “Megumi doesn’t fuck you enough, huh?”

You nodded rapidly, continuing to move your hips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to teach him how to tame a bitch in heat like you.”

#errbody say thank you j <3 #she's being well fed cuz every time i'm gonna write i be pumping out some warm-ups for her hehe #she's the one who gets all of the fics gifted to lol

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

We're vacationing at a resort in a beautiful hotel. The room is so big it has beautiful wood pillars holding up the structure in the living area. It's like a massive condo in the middle of cabo. I'm in a bikini and Evan is in black swim shorts. We come in from a beautiful and relaxing day in the sun on the beach.

Evan has been eyeing me all day. My bathing suit top is strapless with ruffles on the cups and the bottoms are skimpy. They are bright pink. He takes his towel and ruffs his long hair up and walks towards me. He puts his hand around my waist and pulls me in for a kiss. It's soft at first. A little more aggressive once he gets a taste.

I ask if he's hungry and he says yes but not for food. A devilish smirk on his face. I say what a coincidence. Me too. I snap my light colored eyes up at him and he gives me an incredibly hot look. Smoldering.

He asks me why I'm so beautiful and I reply-I dont know. Why are YOU so beautiful.

I go into the bedroom for a minute and he pouts. Please don't change your clothes he says.

I walk back out still in my bathing suit. But I'm holding a blindfold in my hand.

What's that for? He says

Well, it's a blindfold, but I can also use it to tie your hands behind your back. It's your choice. Which one?

He just stares at me. A bit confused. A bit bemused.

Tie me up. He says.

He takes my hand and starts to lead me to the bedroom.

No,no,no sir. I stop him. Against the pillar. Pointing to the shiny wood structure. I'm sure you've had plenty of orgasms standing up. The gravity makes it feel so much better. Almost too good. I say seductively.

He's not wearing a shirt and I see his nipples are hard and he has goosebumps. I look down lower and see he's also sporting a nice erection. His bathing shorts are a soft fabric so it's kinda falling forward and poking out at an odd spot. He looks at me and groans when he sees me biting my lower lip.

I start walking towards him slowly and he starts backing up. Until he backs up into the pillar. I ask if he's ready for me to tie him up and he nods yes. I tie his hands behind the pillar. Tight enough so he can't move. I ask him if it's too tight and he says no.

W-What's the plan? He says nervously.

Well Im gonna make you feel good, my love. I reply sweetly. My eyes are feral.

I turn my back to him and I start rubbing my body on his. I can feel his muscles stiffen. I can feel something else stuffing slightly more. I do a light lap kinda dance for him. Sticking my ass out and rubbing it in his crotch area. He moans.

Oh, shit I don't know if I can take this. I'm so turned on. He says kinda breathless.

I turn around to face him. Relax I say. I kiss him and then I flick my tongue in an upward motion over his upper lip. He moves his head to kiss me and I pull away quickly. Teasingly.

Touch me please. He begs. Please. He says again.

I pull his shorts out until his erection flops against his groin and then I let the elastic snap softly back against it. Exposing just the tip above his band. I run my hand up the shaft letting the drawstrings gather in my fingers and my thumb meets the head. I rub it softly. He moans.

Oh Christ. More than that he chuckles and almost maniacal laugh.

I get on my knees and my lips make contact with the head still poking out. I rotate sucking, licking and just making my lips go wild over the tip. I lap up precum like I'm a buffet. He's breathing heavy. Sucking air in between his teeth. Trying to shift his weight.

I pull down his shirt a bit more and start kissing his shaft right under the head. Then flicking my tongue so softly.

Please do more. I want more. Please. Oh, please. This man is begging me.

I let his shorts drop. He's so hard and he's a raging deep purple. I lick down his shaft and he moans so loud I think our neighbors can hear it.

Put. It. In. Your. Mouth. He says thru clenched teeth.

Getting demanding are we? I says coyly.

He starts trying to thrust at my mouth. I just stick my tongue out so he meets the tip of it over and over.

Goddamn it. Frustrated.

I finally decided to be nice. So I take my hand and pull his cock out a bit and I suck it into my mouth. He growls. It's sexy as fuck.

I start to move my head in rhythmic bobbs and he starts groaning. It sounds like the walls are gonna give in there so much groaning.

Faster!! Goddamn I want to touch you. Let me touch you please

Nope. Sorry.

He starts thrusting his hips and fucking my mouth. I pull out and tell him to behave or I'm gonna stop.

He pouts and a sad groan leaves his lips. But I starts slowly bobbing my head again and he screams faster!! Again. This time I do. I go faster. But my mouth gets sloppy with fatigue and this time when he starts thrusting I let him.

Ahhhh fuck. Oh shit get ready he cries.

Animal sounds are escaping his throat. He's crying up into the air. Howling. He's thrusting and I'm bobbing simultaneously. I'm groaning and the vibration is sending shocks through him. I can feel him respond to it. I'm swallowing his silky white cum. He ends his orgasm with a soft high pitched yelp. And sighs softly. Eyes closed. Head resting against the pillar.

I stand up and I ask....so what do you think about that? Wiping my mouth

With one eyebrow raised he says I think I said I was hungry too.

#damn!

[mothman-clarice]

I'm back bitches :)

My hyperfixations tend to shift around a lot every few days so that's why I vanished for a bit but I'm back on my hannibal brain rot so here we go.

This time I'm gonna be writing some rough notes about a fanfic I may or may not write at some point. It's the one I talked about briefly in my patrick Bateman post where I wondered what would happen if he met hannibal. I'll try to make a break in the text so if you wanna wait until the fanfic comes out you can read it spoiler free. This is mostly to help me try to make a story outline.

I originally thought clarice and hannibal would go on a trip to NYC but I soon realized that was a bad idea considering their "status"

So I decided Patrick would go on a trip abroad to Argentina with his new fiancee and that's how theyd meet

It starts with clarice and hannibal perusing the local market. They're looking at some produce when they overhear a man starting to raise his voice

Its patrick in an argument with a shopkeeper over the price of some fish which is rapidly escalating. Think the scene of him arguing with the lady in the dry cleaners

He suddenly stops, looks around and then grabs the shopkeeper by the collar, pulling them close as he whispers through gritted teeth

"Listen here BITCH, I will fucking fillet your ass if you dont shut those cock sucking lips of yours, UNDERSTAND?"

Hannibal and clarice take notice of the situation and silently agree to investigate, doing their best to blend in while getting closer so they can gather more information

Clarice goes into undercover FBI agent mode and hannibal listens while on standby as backup in case things get ugly

The situation isnt descalating so clarice eventually decides to tell hannibal they should try to intervene to protect the shopkeeper, but advises hannibal they should be slow and cautious

She says from the sounds of how he was talking to the shopkeeper (who was a woman) she noted he seemed to use a lot of vaguely misogynist language so she figured hannibal would be better to be the first one to intervene. Hannibal is bigger, older, and overall would command this mans attention better from what little clarice could tell about his character

Hannibal finally clears his throat, "excuse me? Is there a problem here?" He asks politely with a twinge of concern

Patrick stares at hannibal like a deer in headlights, his whole body frozen. All the blood seemed to instantly drain from his face as his mind races, "oh fuck how much did they hear? Was I being that loud? Fuck fuck fuck"

Patrick stands up straight and faces hannibal with a completely shifted demeanor recognizing him as an older obviously well off man similar to himself.

The shopkeeper stares at hannibal and clarice with a look of fearful hope, gazing at them as if they were angels who'd come to save her from certain death

P: "oh no need to worry, it was a minor... dispute." He smiles with gritted teeth.

Hannibal looks at patrick with a sort of side eye, unsure of whether he should pretend to believe him or confront him

Before he can decide patrick pipes up and tries to derail the topic. "Are those oxfords? Midnight blue if I'm correct? I must say you clearly have impeccable taste, sir. And your vest! My oh my you must tell me the name of your tailor!" He puts on an unnaturally wide smile

Hannibal looks over at clarice who nods subtly, gesturing to go along with it

"My tailor? Well I go to Kingsman, they're an english tailor shop that's been around for centuries and served countless members of nobility. They're absolute masters of their craft."

They keep patrick engaged in conversation and slowly guide him away from the now deeply relieved shopkeeper.

"Kingsman, I've definitely heard of them before. I knew you had to be European, I've just never heard an accent like yours before. I must say sometimes it can be boring spending all my time amoung my fellow american wolves of wallstreet," he gives a chuffed smile and straightens his tie.

Hannibal and clarice both immediately understand the kind of person they're dealing with, the dreaded wallstreet yuppie.

H: "Ohh Wallstreet huh? Interesting."

Patrick's chin lifts slightly and his grin grows as he bathes in what he thinks is Hannibal's admiration.

P: "Say, who's this lovely specimen you've got here?" He suddenly notices the gorgeous Clarice standing close to Hannibals side.

Her hair formed perfect shimmering waves which framed her freckled face perfectly. She wore a gorgeous summer dress and a sun hat which gave her a certain feminine softness, almost like Lolita. She really had outdone herself with her appearance today.

"You can call me June, Luca is my husband." She gives him a confident smile and gestures to hannibal who gives a nod to patrick.

C: "And your name is?"

Patrick is a little taken aback by her assertiveness but tries to brush it off. "Patrick Bateman. I'm from New york city, I'm visiting Argentina with my fiancée. I must say it can be quite breathtaking. Judging by your fair faces I'm assuming neither of you are from here either," he chuckles with his eyes trained on hannibal

C: "Oh yeah we immigrated here a few years ago. Couldnt stand the cold of Canada and needless to say we never looked back."

For a very brief moment Patrick's irritation became barely visible on his face, merely a twitch of his brow and lip as he cast a glance at clarice. However, Hannibals keen eye was able to spot this microaggression. Despite this he continued to play along, wanting to investigate this figure further.

H: "how about we go get some coffee and chat, my treat." Hannibal put on a smile.

P: "I think that would be lovely, thank you!"

They made their way to a local cafe, ordered their drinks and settled at a table when clarice spoke up.

"Oh would you excuse us for a moment? I need to ask luca about something privately."

"Of course! Take your time," yet again that creepy ass grin.

The couple walk outside and stand close with hushed voices.

C: "what do you think so far?"

H: "Clearly he seems to have a distaste for confident women. He threw quite a rude look at you whenever you spoke."

"Yeah I thought I felt some aggression coming off him too. Not surprising considering how he was yelling at that woman before."

"So what are we thinking? Should we keep up the investigation? Someone who treats honest workers like that surely is too violent to mingle with the public."

"I think we should, theres something about him... something that feels especially wrong. Like he's not just a guy with anger issues, theres gotta be something more."

I'm gonna stop there for now. I feel like I've got a good flow going. Hopefully I kept it at least somewhat engaging lol, I felt like I was getting a bit too involved in their small talk at certain points but I hope I fixed that. I'm excited to see where my brain takes this idea! :D

#clarice starling #hannibal #hannibal lecter #silence of the lambs #sotl #the silence of the lambs #thomas harris #hannibal the cannibal #clannibal #hannibal au #patrick bateman #american psycho

[shiggyscumrag]

How the MHA boys react to their chubby s/o wearing their clothes<3

I also plan on making a demon slayer and haikyuu version so look out for that hoessss

Midoriya Izuku

Dude he would flip, but like in a positive way-

He would get so flustered and immediately start muttering on and on about how pretty you look and try to poorly hide his embarrassment

He would find it really cute, plus he wears slightly bigger sized shirts so it wouldnt fit to tight on you

And even if it did he would find it absolutely adorable

You wearing one of his shirts that literally say "shirt" and a pair of his sweats to go along with it and it would be one of his new favorite things

He would ask if he could take a picture to save as his new homescreen deadass

He just cant get over how adorbale you look so of course hes gonna get all flustered and lovey dovey

10/10 would cuddle you for the rest of the night and not let you leave. Sleepover timeeeee

"What are you wearing?" He said as he stumbled across you in one of his shirts and sweats. You were bored and uncomfy in your jeans and tshirt so you decided it was a good idea to steal some of your boyfriends clothes to get more comfortable. Of course he was a little smaller in size then you but it would still work.

"I got uncomfortable and I thought you wouldn't mind if I borrowed some clothes to change into. I can change if you want-"

"No no no, you're okay! I mean I like you in my clothes, and I'm glad they make you comfortable! I just didnt know what you were doing and I was a little confused at first but you look really cute so I really don't mind at all, I swear! I was just a little startled-" you were interrupted by Izuku's rambling. He always did this when he was nervous. All you could really do is chuckle, and have your cheeks blush slightly at the compliments while getting comfy on his bed.

Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou thought it was a dumb idea at first, like he just didnt get it

Though after your persistent meddling he gave in and gave you one of his shirts

After you put it on and showed him he got all flustered and very horny

He felt weirdly proud about it, it was like a way of marking you as his and he liked that

And omg when you stole and wore a pair of his boxers, he fucking malfunctioned. Heres how the scenario would go in my head-

"Welcome back Katsuki!" You said cheerfully from further inside his dorm.

"Ah, what are you doing here shitty woman! I'm tired and want to go to bed-" he stopped mid sentence when he saw you laying on his bed in his boxers and his classic skull tshirt. He didnt realize how horny he had been but now the bulge in his pants was very prominent and uncomfortably tight.

"See something you like katsu?" You teased. You knew he had been stressed from interning lately and I mean so have you, so why not kill two birds with one stone?

"Hell yeah I do." He said crossing the room fast and finding your lips. A heated makeout session started, you had sat up and placed your hands on his chest starting to undo his tie and unbutton his uniform shirt. He pulled away and smirked grabbing you by the chin making you look at him.

"You're such a naughty girl." He pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, hissing when the cool air hit his cock. "Now get to sucking slut." You smirked and went down to lick his slit, some pre hitting your taste buds making you mewl. You began to bob your head at a steady pace. He groaned as his head fell back, a hand falling behind your head guiding your movements.

"Such a good little slut for me. Got any panties under here?" He said snapping the elastic of his boxers, leaving a delicious sting on your hip. You hummed causing another groan to rip through his throat. He pulled you off his cock with a pop.

"Is that a yes or a no sweet cheeks?" He said dragging his thumb against your drool soaked lips

"No sir, I dont have any panties on." You say, eyes half lidded and full of lust.

"Good answer-" He started as he pinned you down on the bed and left a chaste kiss on your lips. "Cause I was gonna take em' off anyways."

Kirishima Eijiro

When you first ask if you could borrow a shirt and pants to wear to sleep in his dorm he gladly excepted

He found it to be quote on quote "the manliest thing ever"

He would feel bad that his clothes are tight on you so he buys a couple over sized ones and wears them to get them to smell like him and next time you come to trade out hoodies he gives you those in hopes it'll make you feel more comfy

He would def also steal your clothes

He would love to wear your hoodies around the dorm and flex about having them

He loves that you feel comfortable enough to wear his clothes and to also let him wear yours

It's a trust and comfort thing that he finds the most adorbale

It makes him feel so happy, you make him so happy<3

You heard a knock on your door. You got up from your bed and made your way to the door as whoever it was continued to knock. You opened it up to see a red head with sharp teeth grinning widely at you.

"Hey kiri!" You said wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned forward to place a kiss on his cheek. He wrapped one arm around your waist and chuckled at your kiss.

"I came by to swap hoodies again! Yours stopped smelling like you." He said with a pout on his lips.

"Ah its okay baby, I'll give you another one!" You said with a smile.

Todoroki Shouto

Shouto would be confused on why exactly you would want to wear his clothes when you have your own that are perfectly fine

But he would still find it oddly comforting and very cute

He didn't really know that was a thing that couples do, you know trading clothes

So you would steal his hoodies and you would give him yours to sleep in

Dude he would get so happy

He would put your hoodie on for the first time alone in his dorm after you dropped it off and gave him a kiss goodnight

So he puts it on and just feels so comfy and at home in a sense. He just feels so calm and at peace with the world

Plus when he realizes it smells like you he goes wild

Would sleep in it every night and every morning he would fold it neatly and place it on his pillow so that when he gets home after a long day of class and interning with his dad he can wear it straight out his shower and smell your scent and be able to go to sleep peacefully that night

He can only hope his hoodies make you feel the same way yours do to him

"I can have this?" He says holding out the hoodie of yours you just gave him to be able to wear, a stoic expression still painted on his face.

"Well yeah! I thought since you let me have yours that you could have mine!" You said with a smile. Shoto couldn't help the heat that started to flush his face. He never knew that this is what couples do. He just knew they cuddled, kissed, held hands, and went on dates. He didn't know you could exchange clothing as a form of affection, but when you asked to have one of his hoodies he did love the idea of you wearing them. Shoto liked it even more when he saw you around the dorm in them.

"Thank you y/n. I appreciate it greatly." He spoke.

"Of course roni!" You said leaning in and pecking his lips "Goodnight, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite!" You said skipping towards the girls dorms.

"Goodnight. Sleep well." He said softly. You smiled and waved goodbye. Once you rounded the corner and he could no longer see you he entered his room now staring at the hoodie once again.

He pushed the hoodie over his head and put his arms through. He adjusted the material until he was comfortable. He looked in the mirror and stated to go red. He was wearing your hoodie. He started to get this euphoric feeling of relief. A sense of home is what he felt while wearing it. He tucked himself into bed and laid his head on his pillow when he got a sudden whiff of your scent. It smelled like you too. He felt even more comfy now. He went to sleep peacefully that night. It felt like he was going to sleep in your arms. It was amazing. He now wears it every night and when it doesnt smell like you anymore he asks for you to wear it to make it smell like you again. You have definitely created a monster-

Mezo Shoji

Shoji is a pretty big fella and because of his quirk his clothes are kinda unique

BUT his pants and boxers are normal and can fit you fairly well

I feel like he would also get over sized clothes to lounge in so he feels less restricted so that's a bonus for you

So now you steal his pants all the time when your too lazy to go to your dorm and change or if you haven't done laundry and your out of comfy clothes

Plus you steal his boxers to basically substitute them as spandex shorts

I feel like he wouldnt know that he would like seeing you in his clothes until he did and he would get really happy.

And he finds it incredibly sexy when you wear his boxers, like damn you finna get WRECK-

You have once again stolen one of Shojis pair of boxers to wear as spandex, cause their just so comfy! Your boyfriend was currently downstairs in the kitchen getting you guys snacks for your movie night in his dorm.

You had gotten one his boxers and hid your panties in your pants and folded them nicely over on the nightstand. He came in with his hands full of popcorn, candy, and drinks. Not the healthiest but for sure yummy!

"Here let me help bubs!" You say getting out from under the blanket and standing to help grab stuff from his hands. He stared down at your lower stomach, hips, and thighs seeing them covered in the print of one his boxers. He was used to you stealing his pants and boxers but their was something different this time. Something in him snapped. "You okay Shoji?" You asked placing your hands on his chest after already setting the drinks and candy down. Popcorn still in one hand he took the other and stroked your cheek.

"I'm okay love. I see you stole my boxers again." One of his arms finding its place to settle on your hip.

"Oh yeah I did. I didn't feel like running back all the way to my dorm just to change." You spoke "Is that okay?" You asked, a silent plead in your eyes for it to be okay with him.

"Yeah it's okay." He said bending down and nuzzling his cheek against yours. You hummed in contentment before speaking.

"I'll get the movie ready!" You said running over to his laptop on his desk across the room. Shoji saw your pants folded neatly on his night stand where he was gonna set the popcorn and drinks so they were easier to reach. He set down the popcorn on the bed and picked up your pants accidentally unfolding them and causing your panties to fall on the floor at his feet. A flush crossed Shojis face, a scorching heat firing through his body. This is the straw that broke the camel's back.

You couldn't figure out what movie you wanted to watch. You just scrolled and scrolled and scrolled through Netflix's recommended page finding absolutely nothing. Next thing you knew you felt Shojis hands wrap around you waist and his face right next to your ear.

"Shoji what are you-"

"No panties huh?" He interrupted.

That's all you needed to hear to know you were gonna have a long night filled with hours of unwatched watched movies and a bunch of screens saying "Are you still watching?"

Hanta Sero

He would praise the ever loving dog snot out of your bro

Dude he would praise you left and right, up and down, side to side which is basically the same thing as left to right but we wont talk about it

He absolutely loves it

He never knew he needed this until now and he is never going back

He loves how you look in his clothes so he would for sure start getting slightly oversized stuff so it will fit you more comfortably so you dont have an excuse not to wear his clothes

Even though he would be perfectly content if you only wore them in his dorm, he just wants you in his clothes now 24/7

He would also steal your clothes<3 and he would always say he likes how they smell like you AHHHHHHH

"Come on, do a little twirl for me!" Sero teased as he spun his finger around in a circle.

"Sero!" You said, you could feel your face growing hotter by the second. He loved when you got all hit and bothered by his praise so he always teases you.

"You just look so damn good~" he said as he snaked his arms around your waist. He leaned in making you eager and lean in as well. Just as your about to kiss he pulls away.

"Sero stop teasing!" You whisper shout, a bit of whine in your voice.

That's when he leaned down fully and gave you a kiss on your lips. You depended the kiss and started a full on make out session. His hands trailed down to your ass grabbing it firmly cause a gasp from you. He took that as a chance to slip his tongue in. After a couple minutes you both pulled away for air, slightly panting and a string of salvia connecting your lips.

"You look really cute in my clothes but I think they'd look cutest on the floor-"

#mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #bnha kirishima #mha kirishima #mha sero #bnha sero #mha shoji #bnha shoji #mha midoriya #bnha midoriya #mha todoroki #bnha todoroki #shoji smut #shoji imagine #shoto todoroki #shoji mezo #midoriya izuku #izuku fluff #izuku imagine #midoriya fluff #sero fluff #sero hanta #sero imagine

[simpforhoon]

jakehoon + jayseung threesome

pairing : enha x female reader ( I’m still trying to figure out how to write for gender neutral reader, so if someone could help me w that it would be appreciated!!)

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Smut (daddy kink, sir kink, slight pet play, marking, oral (f and m receiving), humiliation, praise, use of pet names, and some fluff!)

Warnings: well,,, this is smut so,,,, please just read at your own risk.

okay so like I had a lot of reqs for a jakehoon threesome, and like one for jayhoon but then I got this idea and I decided to do like a what kind of threesome would it be sorta thing? + a little drabble for each one😌😌 + aftercare for each!!

jakehoon:-

okay so like,,,,, I see them as like a hard dom-soft dom duo

hoon loves pampering you and bring soft too but sometimes he just likes to ✨let loose✨

whereas while jake would degrade you and call you names and be rough w you, his inner sweet boy makes him a soft dom,,, maybe even a bottom if you like topping

these two together would be such a whirlwind omg,,,,, theres jake just praising you on one hand and telling you you’re doing so well for them, and theres hoon just calling you their pretty cockslut, so desperate for them

I feel like hoon would give the orders while jake just follows along and does his thing

onto the drabble cause I dont know how much more I can say about these two-

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your mind was hazy with pleasure as you sank down on jake’s cock, mouth around sunghoon as you sucked him off as jake thrusted into you at a slow but rough pace. you whined around sunghoon’s cock as jake snapped his hips into yours and sunghoon pushed your mouth further down onto his cock, groaning at the feeling of your warm mouth around him. “you look so pretty like this angel, sucking me off while jake fucks your cute little cunt, such a good cockslut”. you could feel the knot in your lower stomach get bigger, ready to burst, and jake must have felt it too, from the way you clenched around him as his pace got faster. it was at that moment that sunghoon came down your throat, making you swallow his load as he pulled out of your mouth and watched with a smirk as jake moaned, his hips never faltering. “w-wanna cum” you managed to get out through gritted teeth. “cum for us pup” jake groaned as you came all over his length, pulling out to come on your back, as you fell forward into the pillows. sunghoon came back with a towel, cleaning up your back before planting a kiss on both yours and jake’s lips, “my two little puppies did so well hm? how about I reward you both tomorrow?”

aftercare :-

both of them would be so sweet honestly, but I feel like they would do anything in the moment, all three of you being super tired

they would definitely clean you up and give you a massage wherever you’re feeling sore and make sure you drink water and eat a little something before falling asleep.

and in the morning they would wake you up with a nice hot bath and scented bath bombs and breakfast in bed,,, they would go all the way to make sure you’re not hurting and they would like cuddle you the whole morning and be so soft and gentle with you🥺🥺🥺

jayseung/heejay:-

OKAY OKAY HERE WE GO

so like,,,,, both doms, I cant see them as anything else sorry😫😫😫

I see them being into oral and getting blow jobs and stuff, but not as much as jakehoon

both of them would be so teasing in bed

always edging you for hours before giving you what you actually want

I definitely see jay being into being called “sir” and heeseung into being called “daddy”

jay seems to be very possessive, and seeing him that way kind of makes heeseung kind of possessive as well

so be prepared to have marks and hickeys all over your body the next morning

while everyone portrays jay to be this hardass, sadistic dom, I just feel like hes a big softie on the inside🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 he would for sure 100% call you “princess” and while he would be rough it would just be so skbdnabsjabdjsjsb🥺😫😳

heeseung, I feel has more of a hard dom tendency than jay

remember hes basically the mom of 6 kids

he will punish you if you act up

but if you’re good for them, he will give you anything you want.

onto the drabble-

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you were stuck between heeseung’s legs as jay ate you out like he’d never eaten before. heeseung played with your erect nipples lazily, pulling and tugging at them gently as his other hand helped jay’s in holding your legs apart. one of your hands held onto jay’s slightly larger one as the other gripped the sheets beneath you. you whined and squirmed in their hold as jay sucked on your nub causing waves of pleasure to shoot through your body, your back arching off heeseung’s bare chest at the sensation. “ah ah ah” he smirked. “stop squirming so much little one, or we won’t let you cum tonight”. your movements ceased as he muttered those words. desperate for your release, you whimpered and whined. “s-sir please let me cum”, jay smirked and looked up, bringing his face away from your sensitive core, your juices running down his chin as he licked his lips and said “you’ll cum only when daddy says you can cum princess” before resuming his ministrations on your poor cunt. “daddy p-please let me cum” you whimpered and moaned as you gripped the sheets. heeseung looked like he was pondering it for a second before pulling at your nipples again. “cum for us kitten”. that was all you need to hear as you let go and came, as jay licked up all your sweet juices hungrily. your chest heaved as you lay back against heeseung as he whispered into your ear. “tired so soon baby? daddy and sir arent done with you just yet”.

aftercare :-

these two would absolutely pamper you the moment yall were finished🥺🥺

they would run a bath for you then and there no matter how tired yall were

scented candles, bath bombs, they’d even wash your hair for you

they would massage you with your favourite lotion and whisper praises over and over

“you were so good for us princess, such a good girl”

they would wrap you up in one of their hoodies and a blanket and wrap themselves around you as well-

back rubs to help you fall asleep🥺🥺🥺

soft kisses and happy moments :((((

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and that’s all!!!! I really hope you enjoyed it. and I had so much fun writing this OMG.

I included aftercare as well, as most people dont realise that aftercare is really important for both parties involved.

thank you for reading and dont forget to stay hydrated and eat well!

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #jake smut #jay smut #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen #kpop smut #kpop

[yamagucji]

Shit they do that makes you cringe

warnings. just for shits n giggles, nothing deep about it, 14+ readers preferably. mentions of dick, pussy, pillow fight, fart, piercing, etc.

other stuff like this. extremely embarrassing shit that happened

KENMA... god what has this mf been eating?? he hogs salt and vinegar chips all the time, especially late at night. good luck trying to cuddle this man. his breath literally smells like two pounds of bounce that ass acid. you’re afraid of asking him to brush his teeth in the middle of the night— but you’re gonna have to find the courage to, eventually.

TERUSHIMA fucks around with the little kids by toying with his piercing. he’ll stick his tongue out and push the metal ball up and down showing the kids the literal pierce through his tongue. you’ve told him to stop a bunch of times because the parents are watching and why is he even trying to scare kids at the park ???

KUROO says ‘ahh’ unironically every time he drinks soda. it was kinda funny the first time and you mimicked him— but now it’s just old. sir please stop we literally do not care about the time you were rejected for a soda ad and how you swore you were perfect for it.

DAICHI... it’s the way he laughs. im not joking when i tell you that this man- slaps his knees when he thinks something is really funny. shows you just how much of a country boy he is. what’s worse is that his laughter slowly, very slowly dies down. you can hear his “haha- ahh...” faltering and it makes the situation so awkward. but only for you.

ATSUMU puts his dick between his legs and calls it a makeshift pussy. to think he could’ve kept it to himself but obviously he thinks it’d be funny to make you suffer. you walk in the bedroom only to find ‘tsumu sprawled out on your bed with his dick pussy. “wanna rail me?” he says with a debby ryan smirk. you had to put him back in his senses by beating him with a pillow.

KAGEYAMA needs a good smacking every time he slurps out of his empty milk cartoon. boy it’s empty?? why do you keep sucking on your straw?? “there’s still a little bit left,” he always says, shaking the carton to make you listen to the little drop of milk he’s still trying to sip ‘til this day.

USHIJIMA doesn’t know how to cough properly- like damn. you have to scoot a little further everytime he coughs because he always coughs into his fisted hands like the pretty idiot he is. please teach him to cough on his arm for the love of god.

BOKUTO always wants to sit beside you at the booth. please he is so in love with you that he just can’t resist taking that spot beside you instead of across from you like a normal person. you half to keep your face down or to him, because if you look straight up you’ll make eye contact with the person on the next booth.

SUNA’s that annoying student that plays music on their speaker in the hallways. it’s 8 in the fucking morning and you’re still half asleep, face smooshed against your desk hoping to get a bit of peace before class starts. then... out of nowhere, some music gets louder, and louder, seemingly coming closer to you. then surprise it’s suna rintarō standing by the door inhaling monster energy and blasting music like the annoying fucker he is.

HINATA just does so many things subconsciously. the two of you could be chilling in his bed watching a video on his ipad when— out of the corner of your eye you see him lightly scratching his butt. okay, that’s normal. everyone does it. but does everyone sniff the hand that just scratched their butt?? you watch in horror as hinata takes a wiff of his hand, eyes still glued on the screen.

TANAKA & NISHINOYA kisses the posters on their walls. the absolute horny fuckers they are, waking up just to say “good morning, pretty one” to the pictures. wake up with them and you’ll literally be ignored because all they care about is the pretty person stuck to their wall as if it’s ever gonna reply back to them.

SAKUSA can bend his fingertip to the back of his wrist and boy does he do it often. he knows how people get icky seeing it. so whenever sakusa has to talk to someone he despises he’ll purposefully flex his fingers like that. if he hears you sigh he’ll do it even more, and that’s how you know not to agitate him.

OSAMU skips math class so often but he’s that popular student that everyone just seems to love. so whenever he does come to class, he comes in with arms full of bagged chips and throws it like he’s oprah. “doritos for you, lays for you, cheetos for everyone,” and everyone’s desperately trying to catch a snack. uhm ???? you dumbass why dont you practice algebra instead of doing this shit ????

KOGANEGAWA learned how to make farting noises with his armpit and now he can’t stop doing it. well— yes he can but he doesn’t wanna. you’d just be vibing in one room then out of nowhere you hear a ‘pphrff’. and out comes koganegawa peeking out the door. baby please, we know you can do that but it doesn’t mean you can.

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[punzywunzy]

Hello! I has request!! (Afab anatomy if you would)

So... I’m a huge Sam fan. And I was thinking, sitting in his lap and his hands are running up and down thighs and such while whispering dirty things in her ear, and telling reader to touch herself to his voice? This can be c!Sam cc!Sam I really dont mind either

dom!sam and sub!reader although I feel like that doesn’t need to be said...

haha sorry I just have a huge voice kink and i love any and all thighs

(also so sorry and it’s totally cool if u don’t want to but... can I get your opinion on my blog’s aesthetic? You don’t even need to read anything I promise just a rq glance)

「 Reward 」

pre a/n;

i like this request! when i have the motivation i’ll get right to writing it!

i also really love your blog’s aesthetic! pink and purple compliment and go together really nicely! man, i also love the title “euphoric madness”, it just sound so cool tbh-

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after a/n;

not the proudest of this one cause i feel as it goes by too quick- but i liked writing it :D

even though it took me like months-

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warning(s); dom/sub, degrading, some praise, lap grinding, voyeurism (masturbation), auralism/voice kink(?), slight size kink, sir & princess nickname

anatomy; afab (female!anatomy)

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you peaked your head through the crack of sam’s office door to see if he was busy. you were touch starved and just wanted to feel the warmth of sam against you.

he caught your eyes immediately and gave you a welcoming smile with a beckon of his index finger to come to him. he took his headphones off and set them on his desk as you shut his door and made your way towards him.

you were about to straddle him but he took ahold of your hips and spun you around. squeezing and pulling you down to sit backwards on his lap. your legs hanging off his thighs that rested against his chair as your back fit snugly against his chest. he towered over you even while you sat in his lap.

you didn’t think anything of it. just innocent lap sitting and cuddling. what you two usually did.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, digging his face into where your neck and shoulder connected. you giggled as he kissed lightly and scattered kisses to your neck, shoulders and everywhere between.

it was until he started sucking lightly on your neck that made you bite your lip and hold a shaky breath in. a low chuckle reached your ears as a hot breath fanned against your skin. shivers ran along your spine as your back started to arch. he continued, trying to leave every inch of skin untouched.

you were just starting to enjoy the feeling until he pulled away. you tried to keep your enjoyment secret and not let him know he was giving you sweet pleasure, but unintentionally letting out a small whine. you just knew he had a smug look.

he kept his hands on your hips. just barely moving your hips to grind against his growing hard on in his nike shorts. he couldn’t help but stifle a groan as you started to wiggle your hips and ever so slightly bounce.

you softly giggled as you managed to get a noise out of sam. you arched your back a little more. leaning over and resting your arms on his desk as you wiggled and grinded against the thin material of his shorts.

“you like that, sir?”

such a simple sentence that made something in him snap.

he wrapped his large hand around your throat as he pulled you back against his chest again. his other hand slowly sliding over your chest and further. groping your breasts and teasing them through your shirt and bra. you threw your head back against his shoulder wanting more.

“mm, feel good princess?”

the nickname made you clench your thighs together as well as let out a shaky moan.

his chuckle rang through your ears while his hand traveled further down to your thighs. your slipshorts barely covering them as you noticed how much skin was exposed. his hand came to a stop and settled on one of your soft thighs. the hand wrapped your throat doing the same.

you knew where this was going. and you tried fighting it already embarrassed with wearing short shorts.

you tried clenching your thighs even tighter as he did the opposite. his large hands trying to pull them apart as you tried resisting. but as sam was much stronger than you since this man worked out everyday of the week, he pulled them apart easily and kept them apart exposing yourself a little more. even with shorts on you felt exposed.

you let out an embarrassed gasp as you squirmed against him. thinking of the idea to grind on him again would distract him but only resulted in him gripping your thighs tighter.

whining and giving up as you let your body go limp, letting out a defeated huff.

“aw, is the whiny baby upset she isn’t getting what she wants?”

you refused to answer him.

sam would’ve gripped your jaw in an instant to get you to look up at him and give him an answer. but seeing as his hands were full with your thighs at the moment and he wasn’t letting go anytime soon, he let it pass.

“how about this sweetheart. you do me a favor and pleasure yourself for me, and i’ll give you a reward afterwards. sound fair?”

it somewhat sounded fair. you were getting to please yourself all you wanted until he says to stop and he’ll reward you. easy enough.

but, sam watching you.

you felt a flutter in your stomach. it was exciting but also just a bit embarrassing. his gaze focused on you and only you.

“yeah,,, sounds fair”

his hands already started to work your shorts down your legs. sliding them off easily as you watched him.

his right hand slid back up as his middle finger softly stroked over your panties. just his finger made you buck up into his touch.

you heard him chuckle again as he pressed down a bit harder with more force.

“already soaking your panties princess? does my finger feel that good pressed against your needy cunt?”

you whined softly. he was right. you could see the damp spot that darkened your underwear. you gripped his bicep, not sure if you wanted him to slow down or go faster. but sam had different plans in mind and retracted his hand away the place you were most sensitive.

you were about to ask why he stopped until cold air met with your wet sex as your panties were discarded in a second. a shiver running down your spine as you tried to close your legs again. you succeeded. at first.

sam’s hands attaching back to your thighs and pulling them apart without a struggle. you gasped as you felt exposed more than ever.

“now my sweet girl. play with yourself. feel how wet you are for me.”

you swallowed a shaky breath as you reluctantly reached your hand down. slowly but steadily teasing and rubbing your wet folds.

grateful for your body resting against sam’s for support. the natural body heat radiating from his chest and warming your back. letting out soft and breathy moans as you continued to touch yourself.

you felt sam kissing your neck once again. on the other side from where he first started. it felt nice. but you knew it would be nicer if sam was touching and stroking you instead.

you thought of what kind of reward he would give you. encouraging you to stick two fingers inside your dripping cunt as you let out a pleased sigh as you quickly started to move them in and out at a rapid pace. no time to go slow and edge yourself, you wanted the reward sam had in mind for you.

“so desperate princess, and all for a reward? does my slut want my cock that bad?”

your teeth dug into your lip. maybe a little too hard as you felt it start to hurt. but you didn’t care. you weren’t focused on anything but playing with yourself and sam.

“fuck, y-yes, so desperate sir, so desperate for your cock inside me.”

you picked up the pace. the obscene noises reaching both yours and sam’s ears as your cunt swallowed your fingers.

sam let go of one of your thighs. trailing his hand right above where you fingers were pleasuring yourself.

his rough calloused fingertips swiping back and forth on your sensitive clit, pulling a loud moan from you. a coil in your stomach getting more noticeable as you felt your cunt squeeze your fingers tightly.

“aw, is the dumb slut close? hm? you wanna cum sweetheart?”

he picked up his pace as his fingers continued to play with your clit. he flicked it a few times, as the puffy bud throbbed under his fingertips.

“f-fuck, fuck so close. i’m so close sam-“

your hand and wrist was getting tired and sore but you wanted to cum so badly. for sam. you thrust your hips towards your fingers as you gave yourself some leverage.

“yeah? gonna cum?”

you nodded your head vigorously right as the words came out his mouth.

tears were brimming at the corner of your scrunched up eyes. the edge of pleasure was so overwhelming.

“cum for me baby. such a good little slut for me and only me.”

his fingers pinched your swollen clit and pulled on it a few times. and the pace of your fingers going inside you over and over as you found that specific sweet spot and thrusted into it repeatedly. letting the coil in your stomach come undone. covering your fingers with your warm cum.

you completely relaxed your body against sam’s. catching your breath as you recovered from your intense orgasm.

“so good for me princess. so so good for me.”

he picked up your hand as he pressed them against his mouth. his lips enveloping your fingers as his warm tongue swiped and sucked your fluids off them.

you let out a tired chuckle as he continued to suck off everything he could get.

he took your hand from his mouth as he set it to relax on your thigh.

“now sweetheart. i think you deserve that reward you’ve been so desperate for. isn’t that right baby?”

you faintly nodded. already so tired.

he were startled as you were suddenly lifted in the air. you tried to look at sam but was suddenly tossed over his shoulder. you didn’t squirm nor protest since you were already so worn out.

he walked you down the hall to his room. well, your room too as you both shared one. he quickly opened the door and shut it behind himself as he laid you down on the edge of the bed softly.

“how about i treat myself since i helped you..”

he pulled your hips to the edge of the bed. slowly getting to his knees to level himself with your still dripping pussy.

you felt yourself clench over nothing but air. suddenly excited again. he kissed your inner thigh as he let out a chuckle. sending a vibration throughout your body.

“then... i’ll let you get the final part of the reward and pound you with my huge cock you’ve been so needy for. how’s that sound?”

you nodded your head a little more enthusiastically to show him how excited you were. you wanted him badly.

“well, shall we get started?”

#awesamdude smut #awesamdude x reader #awesamdude x y/n #mcyt awesamdude #mcyt smut #dream smp smut #pw:sam #punzywunzy

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Laisse tomber les filles 6

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; sexual acts and dubcon (not explicitly tagged for a surprise but nothing extreme).

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: We’re in the lion’s den now, thots.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You lost yourself in your notes for your History of Print class. The subject was dull, not true history, more so the anatomy of the press and the amount of prints issued from year to year. It was much unlike the description for the course but it was too late to change now.

You bent over the coffee table as you scribbled in a notebook. You were distracted enough by your effort to understand the significance of all the numbers that you didn’t think much on the noise of dishes in the kitchen. You sat up and yawned as you rubbed your forehead.

“Hope you’re hungry,” Lee intoned and you winced as you noticed his figure in the doorway.

“Hm, what time is it?” you went to check your watch but realised you’d forgotten it.

“Just after five, honey,” he said, “you been working hard.”

“Oh,” you closed your notebook around your ballpoint pen and stood, “is dinner ready then?”

“It is,” he smiled and raised his arm over his head to lean on the wood, “I even made us a special dessert.”

“Really, um, thank you,” you neared and he shifted sideways to let you through, his elbow still planted on the frame. 

You brushed against him as you entered the dining room, the table set for two and the light overhead turned low as a candle burned below. You went to a chair and Lee pulled it out before you could. You sat and looked over the red cloth and shining utensils anxiously. The roasted chicken steamed next to the French cut beans and seasoned potatoes.

“It smells good,” you offered as he sat across from you.

“I hope it is,” he said, “found an old recipe book in the attic and… not as easy as it looks.”

You picked up your fork and knife and cut into the chicken breast. It was juicy despite his doubts and you popped in a chunk of potato as you kept your mouth busy. You didn’t have much to say and you really just wanted to go. It was peaceful enough not studying in your loud dormitory but not much easier given your company.

“You like it?” he asked as he swallowed a mouthful.

“Mmm, very good,” you said behind your napkin, “thank you.”

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You finished up the sugary cake topped with strawberries. You stood carefully as you gathered up the dish and fork but Lee was quick. Despite his size, he was around the side of the table in an instant.

“I got it,” he insisted.

You let him take the saucer and he retrieved his own on his way to the kitchen. You stood tenuously by the table and pulled your lip down with your teeth as you thought. Would it be too soon to ask to go home?

You stood in a trance as his shadow blurred in your vision again and you were only shaken as he approached you. He touched your shoulder, his thumb rubbing the blouse as he gazed down at you. You looked up at him for a second then swiftly away.

“Y’alright, honey?” he asked.

“Just thinking,” you said, “sorry.”

“Don’t needa be,” his hand slipped down your arm and covered yours. 

You winced as he led you around the table and sat blindly in his chair. You gawked at him dumbly as he brought the back of your hand to his mouth and kissed it. He kept you in a vice even as you tried to pull away.

“That was sweet cake but not as sweet as you,” he purred.

“It’s late,” you said weakly, “I should pack up my stuff--”

“It’s Saturday,” he tugged on you, “why you in such a hurry?”

“I’m not, I just… don’t want to impose,” you murmured.

“Nah, you ain’t,” he grinned as he grabbed your other hand, “come here.”

“I dont’... what are you--” you gasped as his hands went to your hips and he pulled you closer as he pushed the chair back, “sir, I--”

“Lee, but sir if you must,” he hummed as he guided you closer, his knee pressing between yours, “just sit with me, honey.”

He urged you down and you caught yourself on his shoulders. You straddled his leg awkwardly as you collapsed onto him and found your skirt riding up around his thick thigh. You gasped softly as he framed your chin with his hand but kept his other firmly on your hip.

“S--Lee,” you sputtered, “please…”

“What, I just wanna be close to ya, talk a little,” he said, “this really is nice on ya.”

He played with the little belt loop on the skirt. Your weight rested heavily on your crotch and a peculiar pressure built as you kept your toes on the floor. You tried to ease off of him as much as you could.

“So you readin’ a new book for this club?” he asked as he dragged his fingertips down your cheek and stared at your lips.

“Well, um… can I please get up?” you asked.

“I asked you a question, honey,” his voice hardened, “you might be a quiet one but I do expect some courtesy.”

“I… just a book called The Bell… Jar,” you began, “it’s different, sad, grim.”

You felt awkward, sat on his thigh like you would a horse, and his eyes following the movement of your lips. His tongue poked out as he nodded and his fingertips poked against the skirt. His other hand crept along the top of your blouse and fluttered behind your neck.

“You like sad stories?” he asked.

“They feel real,” you said as he urged you forward and your neck ached as you tried to resist his strength, “but I like other… ones. L--”

He forced you against him, your hands crushed to his chest as he growled along your lips. He nibbled and moved your pelvis back then guided it back forward. The friction along your panties made you squirm and he flicked his tongue along your lips.

You tried to shake your head but he kept your head still and prodded more urgently. He rocked your hips again and you mumbled into his mouth as you opened yours. His tongue dove inside without hesitation and you dug your nails into his button-up. As your crotch rubbed against his thigh, you felt a flurry in your core unlike anything you’d ever felt.

You pushed your hands up to his shoulders and he hugged you closer. His palm slid across your ass and he stretched his fingers along the plaid fabric. He kneaded you hungrily as he tilted your hips more fervently. Tendrils trickled down your thighs and crawled up your spine. 

You moaned around his tongue as you quivered in his grasp. His strength was inescapable and something about the tickle inside you made it even more difficult. He grabbed your chin again and forced your mouth away from his. He gripped you tightly and made you look at him, his blue eyes fiery but dark.

You closed your eyes and groaned. You bit your lip as you tried to resist the building heat and squeezed his thighs between yours. You slapped his shoulder as your stomach pressed to his and he turned his hand to poke a finger in your mouth.

“Look at me, honey,” he rasped.

You shook your head, or tried to, and he pressed down on your tongue.

“Look at me,” he snarled and your lashes snapped open, “that’s it. This isn’t so bad, is it?”

Your lips closed around his finger as you teared up in a panic. Why did you feel like this? Your mind said you didn’t want it and yet your body felt electric. You were confused and horrified by your own flesh.

“Is it, huh?” he cooed, “look at you, riding me like that… I thought you was sweet, girl.”

You panted and sucked on his finger without thinking as your eyes rolled back. He hummed and moved you fast, pushing down so even more pressure settled between your legs. You latched onto his collar and bit down on his finger. He grunted but kept it there.

“Come on, honey,” he said, “you’re almost there.”

You whined and your legs quaked as you were overcome by waves of heat and then a flood of icy waves. You grabbed his wrist and tore his hand from your mouth as you cried out and threw your head back. You rode him on your own will, chasing the high until it faded.

You stilled at last and covered your face. You shook your head and muttered in shame. He lightly took your wrists and drew your hands down. You couldn’t look at him as you felt the wetness in your underwear.

“Why you hidin’?” he asked in a smoky voice.

“What did you--”

“Did it hurt, honey?” he interjected, “did I hurt you?”

“N… no,” you admitted, “but I don’t know… that’s never… happened to me before.”

“You mean, you never… came before?”

“Came?” you squinted.

“Orgasmed,” his lips twitched, “you never even tried to touch yourself?”

“Please, I don’t wanna say,” you gulped.

“You don’t gotta be ashamed, not with me,” he ran his hand up and down your back, “it was nice, right?”

You dropped your chin and nodded. Your lip trembled but you held back the tears. You were humiliated and helpless.

“Can I get up, please?” you asked.

He inhaled and rubbed your arms, “sure, honey, you go on get up… and get cleaned up.”

You stood unsteadily and reached back to hold yourself up against the table. He chuckled and looked down at his slacks. There was a wet smear along his grey pants but more overtly, his crotch was tented as his arousal pressed against the fabric.

“Look at the mess you made,” he touched the spot with his fingers.

“You made me--”

“You let me, honey,” he said as he stood and adjusted his belt, “you want it. We both heard you.”

“I…” you breathed, “but…”

“You hardly tried to get up,” he rebuked, “I’ma show you so much, honey pie, you just gotta relax.”

You stared at him but when his eyes held yours for too long, you had to look away. You squirmed and fixed your skirt.

“May I use your bathroom?” you said.

“Best you do,” he pointed through the front room, “just under the stairs.”

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