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babygorewhore · 3 days

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Cry Baby

Frat!Rafe Cameron x fem reader

After being invited to one of Rafe’s parties, you hide away in his room to escape the crowd. But he catches you using his pillow and makes you give him a show.

Warnings! Masturbation! Daddy kink! Unprotected sex! Spitting! Degrading! Crying kink! Oral! Male receiving! Porn! Barely proofread!

Part of Dolly and Morgan’s writing prompt game! Dividers from @xxbimbobunnyxx and dialogue is inspired from a conversation with @drewstarkeyslut W. C is 1k something!

You maneuvered through the mess of the house as you quickly found an empty room, Rafe’s bedroom and pressed your back against the door. It was a wild party. He was known for his booming music, booze and a good time. His graduation from college was no exception when he had texted to an invite the night before. You played hard to get even though you wanted him more than anyone in your life.

You wore your cropped tank top, best bra that pushed your chest high and perky, mini skirt that exposed your thighs. Fishnet tights topped with your combat doc Martins that gave you a few inches of height. Your makeup was perfect and you smelled like candy. You wanted to look good, impossible to resist but he was nowhere to be found.

As much as you loved your friends, the crowd became a little overwhelming and you needed a minute to collect yourself. You bit your lip as you examined his room. Despite his hot mess of a personality, his space was tidy and put together. Lots of photos with a hidden hobby of photography and trophies. You wanted him in here. You needed him so bad your core ached whenever you saw him.

Sitting on his bed, you rubbed your knees together and imagined him storming in. Taking you like he owned you within seconds and he would never let anyone touch you again. You exhaled as you imagined his muscular body over yours, holding you down by your throat as he pounded you into oblivion.

Your cunt fluttered underneath your panties and you settled on top of his pillow after you set your phone down, playing your favorite porn video. You would try your best to imagine him instead as you started grinding, moving your underwear to the side.

Seconds went by and your stomach tightened from your movements as you bounced. You squeezed your tit, groaning as you dug your nails in but a buzz caught your attention. You glanced down and came to a halt as you read the name.

Rafe was calling you.

You immediately answered, “Rafe?” You said breathlessly.

“I can see what you’re doing. I have a camera in my room.” Your mouth parted but he continued, “You’re a disgusting little bunny, aren’t you? Humping my pillow like a whore? Wishing it was my dick?”

You rolled your hips on the soft material, holding the phone close to your ear. “Mhm,” You moaned and you heard him let out a quiet laugh.

“Yeah? Give me a show then. Show me exactly how you’d ride my cock, princess. Give me all those pretty sounds.”

You sucked your fingers with your free hand before sliding it down between your legs and you started rubbing circles on your clit. You lowered your chest down, sticking your ass up in the air as you moaned, your eyes drifting shut.

“Such a good fuckin girl, baby. Show me how good you can make yourself feel thinkin bout me.” He tells you.

“Shit-“ You whisper as arousal pools out of you, leaking onto the pillow as you roll your body, slowly removing your top. Your black bra with a little bow in the center on display as you pull your hand away from your cunt, dragging it down your chest and stomach.

“God damn, Angel. Perfect body, ass up and pussy on my pillow? Tryna spoil me?” His voice sounds strained and your eyes widen as you hear the door open.

You snap yourself to the side as Rafe slams the door shut with his foot, his t shirt fitting his large form as he storms toward you. “Don’t act all shy now, baby doll. We’re just gettin started,” He wraps his arm around your waist, lifting you up off the pillow. With one hand, he peels off his shorts.

Rafe manhandles you around a little, not enough to hurt you but he sits down on the bed, pulling you on top of him in a straddle. His hard dick underneath you as your knees are wide apart. He leans forward and kisses you, sucking your lower lip before his tongue touches yours.

He gives your ass a hard spank before squeezing it and his other hand wraps around your throat. “Filthy little slut, so fuckin wet for daddy’s dick that you couldn’t even wait for me? Had to ride my pillow?” You hungrily suck his tongue, your hand pulling out his cock and you play with his balls.

“Fuck-“ He stutters as you sink down, taking him to the brim and your vision goes white as your soaked pussy takes him.

Your eyes water as he thrusts into you, your clit hitting his pelvis as you whimper and whine. Tears stream down your face as he spits in your mouth, blind pleasure overwhelming you as your hands settle on his chest.

“Knew you were a god damn cry baby but fuck, bunny. Tears because my dick is so good? You really are a dirty little slut, huh?” Rafe takes his thumb and wipes away your tears before smearing your spit on your mouth. Messing up your lipstick.

“Making a mess on my cock. Cum for me, I’m gonna fuck you full.” Rafe reaches up and takes off his SnapBack, setting it on your head. “Turn the fuck around.” He moves you so your back is against his chest, ass bouncing as you ride him.

Your hands on his legs as your peak hits you hard, you throw your head back as Rafe grips your tits from behind, his lips finding your neck as you cream on his dick.

“Uh huh, that’s a good fuckin slut. Cum all over me, then you’re gonna lick it off.” Rafe slams into you one more time before you feel him cum in you, dripping out of your cunt and onto your thighs as he grunts. His moans mix with yours as you reach back and grab his hair, pulling the blonde strands as you bounce your ass harder.

You pry yourself free, hat slanted to the side and you wrap your hand around his dick. Cum glistening off his tip as your tongue laps at it, kitten licking and his fingers create a makeshift pony tail around his SnapBack.

“So fuckin pretty, baby girl. My own personal little show.” He rolls his head back as you suck his balls, your lips soft around him.

Rafe cups your jaw and moves you back, “Lay down, I’m not done with you yet. You’re gonna give me more of that perfect tight pussy and those pretty tears. Aren’t you, doll?”

Tagging @marchsfreakshow @rafescurtainbangz @rafesthroatbaby @gri959 @redhead1180 @oceandriveab @voyeurmunson @rowanswriting @slvt4jamesmarch

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jacksonlywife · 2 days

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Falling Tears

(BSD MEN REACT TO THEIR SPOUSE CRYING)

(GN!Reader)

Dazai Osamu:

We all know Dazai is one to shrug off people's problems as if it were a measly little thing that was nothing to fuss over. The casual “You’ll be fine~!” But we all also know that Dazai cares for you. He loves you. If you were to sob in front of him it’d send him into an overdrive of broken worry.

You were tired. Sick and tired. It felt as if everyone was shrugging you off of your problems and you ran to the agency bathroom because your throat closed up and felt water appearing in your eyes.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

You knew those footsteps. It was your boyfriend. Dazai. You immediately began trying to wipe the tears, imagining that if Dazai were to see he’d try to stifle his laughter because of all those times he waved off your problems and vents. Sadly the tears couldn’t stop and now you were a flushed mess looking down to avoid his gaze. It was piercing.

“Darling what's this? Why’re you trying to hide your pretty face from meee~?” He cooed tilting your head up, having a playful smile but it broke as he noticed your tears.

“Oh..what happened.?”

“No one listens or takes me seriously. Not even you! I’m tired. Go away.” You try to shrug him off but he grasps your hands pulling you onto his chest.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He frowned, his face softening. “I’m the asshole for ignoring. I should've known.” Worry was evident on his handsome face and you flushed at his words. You really needed to hear that. As Dazai apologized he peppered your face with kisses.

“Next time slap me if I brush off your problems. I might like it if you slap me though.” He winked which you scoffed at, holding back a chuckle.

Chuuya Nakahara:

Chuuya, despite being someone who definitely needs anger management classes will get immensely suspicious if you were to get the tiniest bit of a frown on your face. “Are you alright?” He’d constantly ask and once you break down his heart shatters.

You collapsed onto your bed spasming a bit from trying to hold back your tears. You knew you could tell Chuuya your love about your problems. Though there was a thing inside of you that said that he would be forcing himself to comfort you so you kept your mouth shut silently sobbing into a pillow curled up.

You flinched as the door knob cranked open revealing your boyfriend with wide eyes as he saw you so disheveled.

“What's wrong doll?” He murmured going to you and sitting beside you on the bed taking his gloved fingers to stroke your back delicately.

“I-I’m sorry I don’t wanna bother.” You mumble back looking back down at the pillow you sobbed into.

“Tell me who did it.” Chuuyas glare becomes more pronounced as seconds pass and you almost chuckle at his overprotectiveness.

“I’m just tired.” You say averting your gaze.

“I can be your stress relief.” He stared and flushed at his own words, scowling. “Not like that! Like..my arms are free for you.”

You laughed and dug yourself deep into his chest nuzzling as Chuuya put his chin on your head, kissing it gently.

Ranpo Edogawa:

This piece of shit of an egotistical man will KNOW your sad but won’t do anything about it. He’ll brush it off like Dazai in a more childish way. “I have better things to do!” He’d say casually sucking on his lollipop. But those once closed eyes would widen at the sight of your tears coming on display.

Everything and everyone was so mean. Why can’t they just understand you're tired?! You’ve tried. So. Many. Times. To talk to your boyfriend about your problems but he’d change the topic with what he was busy with.

Thinking no one was here you buried yourself into your desk of the agency, silent tears slipping out your eyes as you took a shaky breath, hands trembling beneath the desk. You sniffled but then heard a drop of some kind of food. Ice cream. Splat on the ground as you lift your head to see your boyfriend staring at you wide eyed, his glasses barely holding on.

“What?” You say annoyed wiping your tears so you don’t embarrass yourself further.

“You're crying.” He said as if it weren't the most obvious thing in the world.

“No shit.” You rubbed your eyes frantically realizing the tears wouldn’t stop which turned into a sniffle fest and you averted your body from him in a fluster.

Footsteps came closer and you felt arms wrap around your waist from behind and a face nuzzle into your neck.

“Did I do it.?” Ranpo mumbled a childish tone evident in his voice.

“Your part of it.” You said between tears and then your boyfriend kissed the back of your neck sending shivers down you. You try to glare but he uses the puppy dog look to manipulate you. Damn it.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled averting his gaze.

You didn’t fully accept his apology but you did accept the kisses he kept giving you during this encounter making you flush.

(FIRST POST IN LIKE MONTHSOMG anyway)

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fuckmyskywalker · 2 days

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anya i wanna give sam the sloppiest bj rn, he probably whimpers so much

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18+, smut, blowjob, single dirty talk.

Anya's blowjob week! (not really)

Imagine how hard he yanks your hair, tangling his fingers through the soft roots, pulling it as you wrap your pretty lips around his cock— if you are wearing lipstick, the stains around the base of his dick, the smeared color over the shaft... it makes him whimper even louder— watching how it disappears, how the tip hits the back of your throat.

Sam's hips twitch, fingers trembling, thighs shaking. You are making a mess all over his jeans, since he was too horny to take them off. Your spit dripping down and dampening the fabric, making his thighs sticky, just as sticky as your lovely mouth, mixed with your spit and his pre-cum.

"What a good fucking girl," He groans, biting his knuckle and looking at you through half-lidded eyes. "I should record you one time, don't you think? You look so good sucking my cock like that."

Pushing your head all the way down, Sam whimpers loudly, crying your name in delight when you choke. He keeps you there, not bothering to check on you as he feels you slap his thighs softly, begging for air. Sam will keep you there as long as he wants— you will let him.

When he drags your head back, he slaps his cock against your cheek, watching you cough. "You can't take it baby? Is my dick so big for you, or are you just a pathetic cocksucker?" He mocks you, not waiting for an answer before guiding his member back inside our warm mouth.

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya answers!#💄 anon #sam monroe #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe x reader smut #sam monroe smut #sam monroe x you #sam monroe x y/n #sam monroe imagine #sam monroe one shot #hayden christensen x reader

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tra1nchi · 3 days

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I love your writings they always make me so excited when i see you have wrote and sorry if i spelled anything wrong english is my second language keep on writing it is beautiful💙

bottom male reader with scent kink imagine football player character(soccer? soccor?) just finishing up a practice and reader with characters shorts to his nose while fingering himself but does he get caught 🧐

Hmm thank uu!!! MINORS DNI!! Bttm male reader,, size diff,,musk/scent kink,, fingering,,rough shower sex,,stalking

Being his little stalker,,coming to every single game off his,,watching how he celebrated with his team,,his hair drenched with sweat as he bumps hests with his friends,,

He had noticed you at his matches quite a few times,,thinking nothing of it until he noticed your eyes trained on him constantly,,your eyes followed his even as he ran across the field!!

Feeling like such a dirty pervert as you snuck into his locker room,,hearing the soft buzz of the shower as you crept over to his bag,,seeing his sweaty left over clothing in his bag,,

It would be quick right? He'd surely be in the shower for so much longer,,sitting down on the beaches,, holding his shorts in your hand as you shakily pulled down your own pants,,a visible perverted bulge in your boxers!! >□<

They were pressed up against your nose in moments,,your cock drooling against your tummy as you slicked up your hand,,using your own gross pre cum,,shoving your fingers up your desperate hole,,

What you didn't take in to account though was that the shower stopped,,your soft gasps and the squelching of your lubed up fingers being the only thing that could be heard!!

Nearly choking on your spit when you felt a large hand come over your face,,grabbing his shorts and throwing them away!! "What the fuck? You little bitch." He spits out looking down at your predicament in disgust!!

Shoving you harshly up against the showers wall!! His cock hitting so deeply inside of you,,your own rubbing pathetically up against the cold and wet wall!! His hands holding tightly onto your wrists!!

"Of course you like this, don't you? You make me sick" He grunts out,,biting the back of your neck and sucking on it lightly to leave a very visible hickey!! Not stopping his harsh thrusts until he cums deep,,deep inside of you!!

#{anon asks}#{bttm male reader}#bottom male reader #sub male reader #x bottom male reader #x sub male reader #{h4rny ask}

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livelaughlovesubs · 18 hours

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I saw your posts about receiving any reqs rn so I saw this as an opportunity

I saw that you write for what in hell is bad so I would absolutely love it if you wrote a fic about hucow!mammon

Just imagine him as part demon, part cow, his tits always bursting with milk, fluffy ears to scratch, and a beautiful spotted tail to yank on and make him moan

Would he be a milk cow, only meant for crating the best milk from his plush tits, or would he be a breeding cow, meant to be plowed into all the time and filled up with babies🤭

Ayo, wait.. hold up, i’ve never thought about this, especially the second possibility and my god?? Also I hope this is satisfactory since I’m not sure if you wanted a fic or hc, or somehting else

Dom!reader x sub!cow!mammon - mentions of AMAB reader (once)

Warning: lactation, breeding kink, anal sex, cow-hybrid, heat, degradation & objectification (a little)

Just imagine it, mammon, as big as he already is, being a female cow. In other words milk or breeding cow. Cute ears paired with a fluffy tail hanging from his body, his already huge breasts now gaining a new function. Whenever you’d rest in his lap, you slip your hands beneath his clothes and grope his squishy, full pecs. If your fingers brush against his nipples, it’s to be expected that he leaks some of his milk.

He’d not let anyone use him like you do, because he’s your possession. Your own milk reservations. No one gets to have a taste except you allow it. Having you suck on his tits until his nipple feels like it will fall off, only for you to change to the other side. You really won’t stop until he is dry, will you? Mammon would try his best to eat food that makes his milk more delicious! He’d also try to produce more if that’s what you want. Secretly massaging his breasts to improve the quality and speed, all while his tail flairs around desperately <3

At some point you were curious about how similar he is to a real cow. Does he have heats? Mating session? Can he get…. You know?

Whenever you two would fuck, you’d make sure to keep your dick as deep inside him as possible, not pulling it out unless you really need to. Which led to long aftercare sessions, since you made him keep cockwarm you. This was such a sudden shift in demeanour, was there something that triggered it? And sure he was right.

After he found out the reason, he’d be so smitten with you. You wanted to get him pregnant? To pump him full of your children and make him tied to you forever? God, you were ready to have babies with him.. how he wishes that he can really get pregnant now. From then on, he’ll never question your decisions ever again, staying put and keeping you inside him was almost as fun as the real deal. Whenever you did pound and rut into him, he’d keep whining and moaning about wanting to be filled by you, about wanting to become your breeding animal. - he’d also love keeping your cum in him, using a butt plug to prevent it dripping out. Your little pet is trying his best to get pregnant huh?

Would love the matting press ;)

Then his heat hits him, and he just becomes so much more sensitive. His tits would produce more milk, but they’d be a little more watery than usually, because he just produces too much! To the point where you don’t even have to touch his chest for him to leak milk from his nipples. It’s also around this time he becomes more greedy with you, his master, and wants to full 24/7. Please stick something in, he needs it so bad~

#whb #what in hell is bad #sub character #sub!character #dom reader #dom!reader #sub mammon #mammon whb #sub what in hell is bad #sub whb #what in hell is bad mammon #mammon #whb mammon #mammon what in hell is bad

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riki-dazed · 2 days

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just saw a screenshot of a riki livestream where he was showing off how long his fingers are and now i need a moment to breathe

no cause like.. laying in bed all cozy with him, holding his hands, playing with his fingers.. being all soft until a switch within him flips, and he's suddenly got those pretty fingers of his in your mouth.. making you suck on them. like imagine the eye contact.

my hand kink is gonna be the end of me🧍🏻‍♀️

#riki-dazed thoughts #enhypen imagines #niki smut

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pursuitseternal · 8 hours

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“Your body’s already given you away:” life-saving, body heat smut for “Bites in the Night”

Spawn!Astarion x F!Reader |E| 4K

🎨by @zuzanamariana, @qveenofthorns on Twt— NSFW full version under the cut

Summary: Storms come quickly in the Mountain Pass, and they are brutally cold. What if your only chance for survival was in the hands of your well-fed Vampire love…

CW: oral sex, near deaths experience, fighting hypothermia, Astarion is bad at feelings, PiV, possessive, protective Astarion, a rescue mission that wishes they hadn’t found them the next morning.

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Night falls fast in the Mountain Pass, the thin air makes you struggle a bit harder to breathe… that, or it’s the way Astarion licks your folds clean of your mixture of cum after your rigorous coupling… Some hunting and foraging mission… you laugh at yourself. He lifts his head, lapping the blood on his chin from where he’s fed from you, cleaning himself of all that mess you made together.

“The camp might go hungry, darling… but I assuredly have not,” he flashes that wicked smirk as he moves to hover over your half-dressed body as you lay on the ground.

“You’ve never been a selfless one,” you tease, wiping your thumb to clean one last spot of blood from the side of his cheek.

“We only said we would try to find something to eat…” he runs a finger through the trail of blood on your neck that still dries and sucks his fingers clean. “I have found something to eat… and it was oh so delicious.” His voice is pure velvety seduction, and you’re sure you would risk anything in this cool Mountain Pass if he asked to take you again, one more time under the bright stars.

But as you open your eyes, you don’t see stars… you see a flash of light…. A rumble of thunder follows in the distance. “Shit,” you panic, shoving him off of you as you scramble to pull your breeches back on and fix your tunic and jacket. “We are a long way from camp… we need to beat the storm.”

Astarion only lays completely naked on the ground, smirking up at you. “The way your heart just pounds when you’re afraid is truly delightful, you know,” he taunts you, seemingly unwilling to leave. His hand reaches for yours as if to pull you back down for more of his attention, but you bat it away.

“No games, my vampire. Mountain storms are no laughing matter, not that you would know, city boy…”

He raises a defensive, ostentatious finger at you and waves it. “I’ll have you know, I didn’t always…”

A burst of light, a crack of thunder silences even his sass. A few drops of rain start to fall, and you just shake your head at your careless, foolish vampire as he tries to scramble into all his clothes. Picking up the packs of supplies, you start down the trail of the mountain, his feet hastening behind you as you make turn after turn.

Rain falls harder and harder until you can barely see. All that keeps you together is his vice-like grip on your elbow to keep you sure footed, a trait you characteristically lack without him. “We have to get out of the rain!” you scream at him, right for his pointy ear, as lighting illuminates the mountain path around you.

“Any brilliant ideas?” he belts back at you.

“You’re the elf, the vampire… what do your sharp eyes see?”

“Oh, same as yours, I imagine,” he snipes in reply. “Lots of fucking rain.” Suddenly he feels you shaking in his hand… You’re shivering and chattering, lips blue as the rain pours over your whole body. “What in the hells?” he asks himself more than you. “You… can’t be…” he watches your eyes rolling back in your head as your body collapses. “Oh for fucks sake, why can’t you also be undead for these sorts of things?” He teases exasperatedly to the silence, but only because his heart aches, his soul made heavy as he throws you over his shoulder and makes his way to the mountain side.

There’s a quick burst of lighting, just enough to reveal the mouth of a cave, and Astarion hopes it’s warm and dry and safe. He manages to fumble his way into the dark, every sense inside him scans for danger, but he hears nothing and smells nothing. He carefully sets your shivering body down. Sticks scattered around the cave floor are easy for him to collect; a simple spell casts enough fire to get a little warmth started. The storm rages just outside the shallow cave… and the light is enough for him to scan your face, your eyes shut and lips trembling and blue from the mountain chill and rain.

“Godsdammit, wake up,” he shakes you. His hands pull you against his chest. But both your bodies are soaked. His mind whirs, every instinct for survival kicking in. He searches through the pack; a single blanket near the bottom isn’t soaked. His hands work quickly over your own nearly-corpse-cold body to pull off your wet clothes from your numb limbs. Carefully he cradles your head, pulling you closer to the fire and wrapping you in the one dry thing he’s found.

Gods… this must be how I look… he stares at your ephemeral beauty, your skin devoid of color, chilling to the touch. The only differences are the slow rush of chattering breath in your lungs and the slightly faster beat of your heart than his own. Not that he’s counting every pulse that rushes in your carotid to make sure you’re still alive.

For your own sake. Not his…. He shakes his head in further denial.

But still, you shiver, moaning and mumbling to yourself, and not in that cute way you do when you sleep heavily in your mortal sleep as he watches you in his bedroll. This is… sickly… frail. Your skin is cold, even to him.

But if you are cold to his touch… he must be warmer. He pulls off his own wet clothes. Trying to dry his skin off as much as possible, he lays under the blanket beside you, covering your back with his flesh, and pressing you closer to the fire. Thank whatever gods were listening that he fed on you and fed so well before.. giving him just enough bloom of life in his undead body to share your body heat back with you.

“What good is a living, beating heart if you give up now?” He hisses vehemently to himself, taking your right arm, he rubs it, getting the blood to flow to warm your fingers, colder than he is in undeath. Huffing his mildly warm breath on his palms, he does the same with the other arm. Then he raises up the blanket, repeating that attentive rubbing and shaking with your legs. The scent of your coupling at the apex of your thighs makes his stomach turn. What in the hells had he been thinking…. Making you both stay out so far from camp…

That sharp slice of guilt gets pushed down quickly as he touches your thigh and rubs. Then your other leg. They both twitch, your breath starts to come a bit more pronounced.

Quickly, he throws two more large branches on the fire and slides under the blanket, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He slinks one hand under your nose to make certain you’re breathing. “For fucks sake,” he snarls. “You had better not die, don’t be selfish, darling…”

That’s when your eyes finally open, hearing that edge of sass in his voice. “Ast…ar…” your voice shakes as your teeth chatter still.

“Shh, back from the grips of death,” he smirks a bit cocky, “at least that’s one of us,” he gives that high-pitched, inane giggle. You struggle to sit up, but that arm just braces you back to the ground…

…not unlike the moment you met this Vampire. But your mind struggles to make sense of reality, the memories of that wreckage and the warm sun… the chill that still creeps over your bones.

You shiver hard, and he only holds you closer to his body, scooting you closer to the fire. “Please don’t insist on being stupid. Just hold still. We had the good sense to let me feed so much from… all those parts of you…” he feels you shiver at the memory of his tongue on your neck and between your thighs, “it’s given me enough of your blood in my veins to correct your foolishness.”

“My f-f-foolishness?” you fight the stutter on your tongue. You lie there, looking up at him as he lifts that haughty, grinning face to hover over yours. Head resting on his palm, elbow bent right beside your ear, he traces that lukewarm touch over the top of your arm.

“You’re in no condition to debate me, darling,” he smirks down at you. “Maybe you should save your strength and just let me try to warm you up for once.” He shakes his head, a disparaging grin as he raises up even higher, keeping those taunting, crimson eyes focused on the way his fingers run up and down your skin. “They say rubbing helps….” He flashes you that fanged grin and leans his face into yours. “Anywhere in particular you really want me to warm you up?”

You shiver still under his hand that is drawing your blood to pound a little warmer, a little more lively. “Fuck you,” you snipe back at him, managing not to chatter your teeth for once.

“Oh, you’re not ready for that again, my dear.” His voice is warmer than the fire, and makes your skin prickle more than the feeling that slowly returns to your body. If you weren’t still blue in the lips and weak in the hands, you’d be torn between slapping that conceited grin or kissing those irritating and attractively curling lips. “Now hush,” he furrows his brows as if he can chastise your thoughts, “and let me make you feel hot… all… over.”

“I hate you,” you hiss, his hands indeed dragging a lukewarm touch over your collarbone to trace around your upper body. He manages to touch you everywhere but your breasts, and even still your nipples seem to harden even more.

He tuts his tongue at you, leering now with an increasingly predatory gleam. “No, you don’t…” he gives a low, deep throated laugh, the likes of which you hear rarely, only in these moments when you feel totally played under his fingertips, that little edge of danger flitting behind his eyes. That wandering, teasing touch wanders lower, still touching you with a little hint of warmth and friction, but never anywhere you crave for it to brush.

“I… notice I’m naked…” you say as he brushes his fingers over your smooth skin.

“A necessity,” he grunts, feeling you shift your back against him more deliberately. “Wet clothes would only make it harder for you to thaw.”

“…and I notice you’re naked too…”

“Well,” he hems, his hand pausing right on the crest of your hip, “skin to skin is the best method of sharing heat, and given how little I am warmed even after your delicious blood today…”

“Seems like one of us is doing well for thems-s-selves,” you shiver hard one more time, your ass brushing against his belly, but he lacks that familiar prod of his erection against the backs of your thighs. Uncharacteristically soft.

He scoots back the moment he feels you brush him there… a tell-tale clearing of his throat as his hand starts to rub your side… your collarbone… harder and faster. “Ahhh,” he sighs dramatically, starting to press his lips to your pulse point, “there’s that merry dancing of your heart, darling. And all it took was a crooked touch…” he smirks down at you, “…easy…” He purrs in that same voice he uses to gloat when he cracks open a chest of loot.

Only the loot now is your life.

You do in fact sense the tingling beginning to fade, the numbness thawing in your hands and feet. You reach to catch his hand in yours. The shock of your cold touch makes him jump slightly for once. And you smirk a bit at the reversal, your moment of revenge. Pressing those magical lengths of his fingers to your lips, you breathe across the top of them. “A good thing you’re just so skilled with these, my rogue, even if, given the circumstances, you were more nervous today…”

“Nervous?” he scoffs at the words, letting you hold his hand to your lips again. “I am never nervous, darling. I knew you’d come around, knew you’d wake back up with the right tender care.” Those crimson eyes flicker as he inhales sharply, determinedly reaching his hand from your soft lips to grip your chin and turn your smirking face up into his.

But you just snicker softly, sliding your back until you’re flush against him. “Nervous,” you insist, another deliberate grind of your backside against his lower body, still stirring to life. “When have you ever held me naked in your arms and not been…”

“Alright, hush you,” his eyes narrow, a bit intimidating and playful at once, as he moves that grip on your chin to close your mouth. “Some way of thanking your saviour…” he smirks, tip twisting to that rakish angle. “It was cold…”

You nod your head, matching his gaze with an insolent one.

“…I was distracted, focused on keeping that pretty little heart of yours beating…”

“Uh huh…” you nod again, lifting your head a bit to close that distance on his defensive, impish half-smile.

“How dare you,” he hisses dramatically. “I am a vampire, forever young, seduction incarnate. I need but a drop of blood to make myself harder and as beautiful as marble sculptures.”

You grind against his hips, that cock of his still only semi-hard, cradled by those perfect balls of his.

“Seems like you could use a top off of my blood then…” you taunt with another grind of your ass cheek.

“Please…” he snips with a suck of his teeth. “I’m doing you a favor, I know how insatiable you are when I’m that excited. And you were in no state for rigorous activity.”

Another rub of your rear against his, your hand reaches to grip into that perfect arch of his own ass. Your voice sounds rough with need and edged with sultry mockery: “Alright, Mister Seduction Incarnate… ”

“Tut tut, you can’t tell me you disagree.” He brushes his lips to your ear, his breath cool again, your own pulse strong enough to thrum behind his voice as he rasps that familiar line: “Your body’s already given you away…. Warming up so quickly under my touch, coming back to life for your undead lover…”

Now it’s your turn to suck your teeth and act condescending. “Tch, you’re not that hot you know.”

“Now that your blood has receded I suppose my touch is cooler again, my heart beating so slow once more…” you feel his legs hook yours, slipping between your thighs, one rakish devil of a knee pushing your legs apart. “Unless you meant my ruinous good looks, in which case,” he pushes you into the dirt, the blanket and the campfire no longer the only things making your body warmed all over. “Good thing you’re not so freezing any more so I can prove it to you otherwise.”

He presses his mouth to your ear, his lips sucking the shell of your ear, fangs dragging over the soft lobe at the bottom. “All that grinding you did… you tease… that’s the thanks I get for saving your life.”

“I needed friction…” you pout, a little bratty in your tone.

He presses harder, his pelvis against yours. “Likely story from someone who thinks themselves oh so charming…” Bucking harder, you feel that revealing twitch against your mound. “Show me how lively you are now, darling, and I’m sure we can both warm up wonderfully.”

You arch your back into the dirt of the cave, a blush barely starting to bloom over your cheeks as he looks down at you, like you’re something precious and delicious all at once. That silken touch traces your rosy cheek, and for all his bravado and taunting, you see a light of relief in the deep crimson of his eyes. But before you can let it sink in how much he just might care for you… he dives for your neck and bites again.

For as sudden as his teeth break your sin, his lips and tongue caress you, delicate laps and tender little suckles. Just enough to bring an edge of warmth back in his hands that roams your collarbone and wanders down to clutch around your breast. The moment your blood hits his veins, you feel that hardness thicken.

You grin as he lifts that scarlet smile from your neck. “Seems like someone is happy to see me alive,” you taunt, raising your hips to rub against his increasing erection that prods up to your navel.

Astarion chuckles, that well practiced smile masking his thoughts as he slowly, agonizingly drags his length forward… and back… over your mound. Fingers tease your nipples, softly plucking them to little hard pebbles. “A little gratitude wouldn’t go amiss,” he rasps down at you, watching you grow pinker under his caresses with an eagerness that draws his face that much sharper.

“Say it…” you sigh as he continues to hump that mass of curls between your thighs so slowly. “Admit it.” Your voice is insistent, your hands grip into that perfect roundness of his ass.

“I’ll admit,” he gives that peeved little sigh, “you were trouble to carry over my shoulders in the rain. A miracle I didn’t drop you.” Nails dig slightly into your breast. “

“Insufferable,” you sigh, baiting him as your own hand slips between where he hovers over you to catch those perfectly rounded, smooth and velvety balls of his. “Admit you were… nervous.”

“I’m more nervous now that you’ve got those in your grip, darling,” he gives a pleasured, breathless laugh as you toy with them slowly.

“So you were a little nervous before, when I was nearly lifeless in your arms?” you push him with your words, a slightly rougher tug on his balls to emphasize your point.

He grabs for your wrist and pulls your hand to rest on his chest, an adoring little kiss on your palm before he puts it where his heart would be beating. For a moment he gives you a wordless answer, it’s small and subtle: just a softening of those taunting creases at the corner of his eyes as they go tender and wide. It’s just a hint of what had been raging inside, the inner tempest of his fear siphoning off to a single tear that remains unshed in the corner of his blood-red eyes.

A flash of his fangs in his smile, and it’s gone, that worry. He doesn’t even let you dwell on it, not as he grinds suddenly harder against your folds, angling perfectly to drag that rock hard, velvety length over your clit until…

…you gasp, suddenly filled to the brim as he slides his way inside. As if he would be unnoticed.

He laughs deep in his chest as you arch, receiving the welcome intrusion. Gripping the back of your knees, he splays you wide, that blanket long shrugged off now, leaving just your skin to glow in the firelight and the fading flashes of lighting from the cave mouth. “Well… it seems something has made you all hot and bothered, darling…” he purrs down at you, raising your right leg even higher as he makes slow, deliberate thrusts into your slick.

“Yeah, you did to make sure I didn’t slip away permanently on you…” you try to make light of your own near-death.

That softness returns for a moment. “Can you blame me?” he barely makes enough sound to be heard, something quieter, more secretive than a whisper. Then he shakes his head, returning to smirking and pounding harder into you, arm wrapped tightly around your leg to keep your folds close to him. “Or rather, can you thank me?” That haughty, velvet tone returns.

You reach a hand for his smirking, arrogant, gorgeous face, your lips softly smiling as he stills for a moment as you brush his cheek. “Thank you,” is all your whisper.

Floodgates burst, he lowers that leg and covers you with his body. Arms snug around your shoulders, legs pressed beneath yours to push your thighs high and wide for him. An embrace of lust… of a little death, where every inch of his body is aimed to possess you. Protect you.

He won’t say it outloud, his mouth too busy deeply diving into yours, dancing his tongue and consuming your every breath before it leaves your lips. Every slap of his body into yours makes your teeth rattle and your neck tight. Or maybe that’s the way he has one hand clawed into your hair at the nape of your neck, two fingers pressed into your pulse point. As if he’s just making triple sure your heart beats, alive still and always for him.

A wave of pleasure crashes into you, you didn’t even recognize where it began, barely feeling where it ends. It seems constant, a simultaneous rending and refilling of your body under his taught frame as he fucks you. His lips suck yours, as if he needs to know you breathe. His hand claws your left breast, as if he needs to feel the thumping of your living heart beneath it. Fangs grit, hips erratic, he drives into you harder and faster. A burst of wet, a groan in your mouth, and you finally feel him stilling and shuddering as he fills you with his seed. His full weight presses you into the cave floor, a smile of relief spreads on his lips as he nuzzles into the top of your breasts, squashed as they are under his shoulders.

“Warmer?” he grumbles, half into his trance already. “After all that hard work of mine, I sure hope so…” His sleepy voice warms your heart more than even his body could blushed with life from feeding.

“Mmhmm,” I all you manage to say against the tufted top of his white curls as you nod off too.

Before you know it, you’re waking up again to the sounds of birdsong outside the cave, the scent of faded fire in your nose, that meager pile of logs long gutted out. His mussy, unkempt hair tickles your face as you realize he’s still tranced on top of you. That when you hear soft laughter from the mouth of the cave.

Your companions… your rescue party, come to lend a hand… until they find you with more than a hand at your service.

“Hmm,” Gale’s blustering and flustered voice brings you soundly out of your sleep. “Seems a rescue mission wasn’t necessary after all…”

“And here we thought we’d play the hero,” Wyll’s good-humored laugh is tinged just a bit judgy.

Astarion grumbles as he comes too as well, naked body still blanketing yours beneath your single cover.

“No, no,” Shadowheart’s chortle irks you as you feel Astarion shift enough to raise his sleepy head… and reveal your bare breasts that had served as his pillow, “seems like the Vampire remembered that skin to skin is the best way to exchange body heat. Not that he has any, mind you…”

“They’re just jealous I saved your life, darling,” his voice crackles still with sleep even as he shifts to cover you naked body from their view with his own.

“Yes, I’m sure they totally buy the fact that you’re warming me with your corpse-cold body….” You taunt him with that sharp sarcasm of yours and run your hands under the blanket to squeeze his ass. “Even with your good looks, you’re not that convincing.” You kiss him, a simple caress he eagerly accepts and quickly turns deeper and ravenous as he groans between your lips….

…and the rest of your companions groan too as they leave you two to it.

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yutofia · 2 days

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Omg expand on this plsss

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Omg expand on this plsss

expanding on ruben cumming untouched from his boobs alone? on it🤭

warning: smut so MINORS DNI

so imagine both of you are naked on his bed, you hovering over him as you're having a hot make out session. you start kissing his neck, slowly trailing your kisses down towards his chest. he moans, moving a hand up to card it through your hair. "Fuck... that feels so fucking good..." he whimpers quietly, hips jerking up slightly towards you even as he tries to relax and enjoy the sensation of your mouth on him. "Please..."

you brush your lips against his nipples. he moans louder as a result, his back arching slightly as your tongue circles his nipple. "Fuck... oh fuck... that's it..." He pants, hand tightening in your hair as you begin to kiss and lick them. "Oh god..." he whimper. "Mmmm" you moan as you pull his right nipple into your mouth, your hand kneading his other pec. he moans loudly, feeling his nipple harden almost painfully at the attention. his hips buck up, pressing against your stomach. he watches as you pull back and break the connection with a string of saliva. ".. I want... please..." he whines quietly, tugging slightly on your hair to try and get you to come back down. "You want me to make you cum from sucking on your nipples baby?" you ask softly, his hips jerking against you in response, feeling his cock twitch and leak precum against your stomach as he gets closer to cumming just from the thought of it. "Please... oh god..." he pleads. you lower your lips to his other nipple, flicking it with your tongue and nibbling it. "Such a needy manwhore" you smirk against his nipple as you tug it with your teeth. he feels his entire body stiffen and tremble as he gets closer. "Ahh... oh fuck... yeah... a manwhore... for you..." he whines, feeling his cock twitch as he spills himself between your stomach and his abs, cumming undone. "fuck! good boy" you praise as you look down at the mess he's made. you squeeze his pecs(boobies🤭) to ease him out. he moans weakly as you start to knead his pecs, already feeling some relief as his nipples calm down from the over-sensitivity after he came. He pants hard, trying to catch his breath as he looks down at the mess of a cum he's made. "... God...

you smirk and lean down to lick his stimulated nipples. he groans, his body shivering and trembling from the over-sensitivity after he came. "Nnh... ah... t-that feels good..." he whines, feeling himself getting hard again already. you move your lips towards his abs and lower stomach, where it's covered in his sticky cum. he gasps with surprise as you start licking the cum off his abs and lower abs, making him squirm as he tries to look down at you. "F-fuck... you're so... god, that turns me on so... so much..." he groans. you move your lips lower and lower towards his cum covered cock. he feels his muscles jump from the sensation. "Nnh... N-no, wait... I-I can't..." He tries to pull away slightly, but you hold him down firmly. "Mmm... ah... more sensitive there baby..."

you trail your tongue over the veins between his delicious V line, he's a mess beneath you. you then start to lick the prominent vein on his cock. it twitches at your teasing, his chest heaving as he pants with need. "Mmm... y-yes, ah, nnnh..." He moans, feeling his cock hardening slowly for you again. "You're so goooood... at this..." you smirk at his reaction. "Mmmm such a pretty cock...so needy for my attention" you say before you lower your head, wrapping your lips around it. his cock throbs and hardens further at your words, gasping as you take him inside your mouth. his fingers tangle in your hair as he moans louder and louder, unable to control himself. "Ahh... fuck... s-so good, so hot... hhhm..." you bob your head up and down, gently squeezing his full balls at the same time, causing his hips to buck as he thrusts into your mouth. "Ah, f-fuck... I'm gonna-, I'm gonna...!" he cries out, hips jerking suddenly as he comes hard in your mouth. you feel his balls tighten and twitch in your hand as he empties himself completely....

#ruben dias smut #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #rúben dias #footballer smut #footballer imagine #asks #🎀#steph answers

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storiesbyjes2g · 9 hours

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What is this about you say? Stay tuned!

Thanks to @trumpets0ng and @ladybugsimblr for letting me use your sims' credentials lol. Walker Pearson from Jett Studios (trumpet) was the photographer, and Alex Greene (LB) was the author. He also wrote Bailey Kay's article.

(transcript under the cut)

A well-dressed man walked into the studio, swaggy and confident, with more drip than a coffee pot. His perfectly tailored suit glimmered under the stage lights, looking just as expensive as one would imagine it to be. My initial thought upon seeing this cat with a larger than life personality was, “Oh, great. Here comes another industry brat.” Then, he walked up to my assistant, smiled, extended his hand, and said, “Hi! I’m Orange.” That’s when I knew I’d been completely wrong about him.

I started off slow.

ALEX: How’ve you been? How’s life treating you?

ORANGE: Life is wonderful, thanks for asking.

I’m excited about my baby sister being back on the west coast! She wanted to spread her wings and moved east; that’s where she met and married her guy. But she’s a mom now, and my parents are getting old, so she’s back. I can’t wait to spend time with my nephew and get to know my brother-in-law better.

ALEX: Wow, okay. It’s always nice to have the family close. So where have you been all this time, my man?

He leaned back into the sofa with a huge sigh and a smile.

ORANGE: Where have I been… I’ve been everywhere, man!

ALEX: Oh word?

ORANGE: Yeah, man. I pride myself on not being a prideful person…which is probably the most proud thing I could say.

He laughs at his own joke, wiping fake sweat away from his brow. And all at once, he had me. I was sucked into his energy.

ORANGE: I appreciate everything my parents did for me, but I was never interested in following in their footsteps.

ALEX: Never?

ORANGE: Not really. I was kinda artsy as a kid. I can sing, but I never had a passion for it. Don’t get me wrong…I’m a gregarious kind of guy, so I wanted to be in the public. Just not doing what my parents did.

ALEX: So what did you do?

ORANGE: Whatever I could. I didn’t want it said of me that my life was handed to me, so I moved out, got a crappy apartment, and worked as a barista for a while. People told me I was funny, so I started writing sketches and going to the comedy clubs.

ALEX: And then sim.TV called.

Laughter erupts, startling everyone on set. It’s loud and hearty and sounds like that uncle at the family barbeque.

ORANGE: It didn’t exactly happen that way, but yes…eventually. I honestly don’t know what happened. I’m guessing someone just happened to be at one of my shows and thought I would be a good fit for this new talk show they were planning.

ALEX: What does this mean for you?

ORANGE: Wow… This means… It’s so validating. I’m middle-aged now, and all my peers are off doing so many amazing things. It was really hard to resist the urge to go to my parents and ask for help. But the thing that kept me going was this moment right here. I knew that if I stayed the course, eventually something would happen, and I would have an immense feeling of pride. And I do.

ALEX: That’s so dope. So, tell us about the show.

ORANGE: It’s called “The Pulse,” and it’s all about keeping you entertained and informed about what’s going on in the entertainment world.

ALEX: So you’re keeping your finger on the pulse of the industry.

ORANGE: You get it. I’m so grateful for the opportunity because it’s so perfect for me. I grew up around it. I know all dirty secrets, but I also recognize and respect the beauty in it.

ALEX: So from your interviews, should we expect to get a different perspective of celebrity life?

ORANGE: I hope so. I don’t want to be just another talk show host, asking the same tired questions. One thing I want to do differently is get the audience involved. Everyone watching has their own reasons for being interested in someone, so if there’s something they want to know, I’d like to give them the answers.

ALEX: Okay! I like that. Kinda like, power to the people.

ORANGE: Exactly.

ALEX: So, why Nick?

ORANGE: Why not Nick? He’s the hottest thing smoking right now, and he’s not even working. I’m trying to get on his level! But seriously though, I think we’d vibe well. We’re similar in our values and ways of working, and I don’t think he’s ever done a TV interview before, so I think it’s fitting that he be my first guest.

ALEX: Best of luck to you, man. Thanks for sitting down with us.

#ts4 story #sims 4 story #sims story #Piersons and Friends #the piersons #orange bailey moon #nick wilkinson #the pulse

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Pairing: Min Yoongi x Y/N (OFC)

Warnings: None Currently. Will be smut later on. Perhaps a small warning for the overuse of musical symbolism, because I'm cheesy like that. Also trying out a different POV for reader view.

Summary: Y/N and Yoongi embark on a whimsical journey of love, laughter, and cat-induced chaos. Their romance has led to a shared living space, and now they navigate the highs and lows of cohabitating bliss. AKA: A series of slice-of-life drabbles to help me get in a writing mood when I'm having trouble, and to help me grow with my writing. And it's about Yoongi, surprise!

PART ONE

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Y/N's fingers tightened around the handle of the carrier, her knuckles white against the black mesh. Shadow, a ball of fluff and attitude, pawed at the confines of his temporary prison with a soft, persistent thud. The building loomed overhead, a modern monolith of glass and steel that caught the dying rays of sunlight.

"Big day, huh, furball?" she muttered to Shadow, trying to ignore the flutter in her chest. The cat replied with an indignant meow, as if to chastise her for the understatement.

She let out a huff of laughter, the sound lost amidst the honking taxis and chatter of pedestrians. The city was alive, its pulse quickening her own. She swallowed, the anticipation tangling with nerves like headphone wires in a pocket.

"Hope you don't get vertigo," Y/N said, squinting up at the top floors where Yoongi's apartment nestled in the sky.

With one last reassuring pat on the carrier, Y/N sucked in a breath, tasting the autumn air—crisp and laced with the scent of roasted chestnuts from a nearby vendor. Shadow, ever the opportunist, chose that moment to launch another assault on the carrier door, shaking it with tiny, fierce jabs.

"Easy, Shadow. Save the drama for inside, okay?" she chided, her lips twitching into a smile despite the jittery dance of her heart.

"Yoongi's going to love this," she whispered more to herself than to the cat, imagining the quiet idol’s face lighting up at their arrival. It'd be a scene right out of a movie—except for the part where Shadow would likely attempt to scale Yoongi's curtains at the first opportunity.

"Here goes nothing." Taking a step forward, Y/N squared her shoulders, ready to turn the page to their next chapter.

Y/N's sneakers squeaked against the marble floor of the lobby, echoing off the high ceilings. The doorman tipped his hat with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. She gave him a nod, her grip on Shadow's carrier tightening as she crossed the threshold, the glass doors whispering shut behind her.

The elevator dinged its arrival, and she stepped inside, thumb jabbing the button for Yoongi's floor. The numbers climbed, and with each passing floor, her heart did a corresponding tap dance. By the top floor, it was a full-blown salsa routine.

"Should've brought a paper bag," Y/N quipped as the doors slid open, though her voice wobbled.

She stepped into the hall, plush carpet swallowing the sound of her footsteps. Apartment numbers glided by, a silent countdown to the moment of truth. Her hand hovered over the doorbell but then balled into a fist. No turning back now. Three sharp knocks rapped against the wood.

"This will be fine. It's totally a great idea," she whispered. "You love him. Nothing will go wrong."

Shadow chose that second to renew his protest, pawing frantically at the carrier door. The clatter was a mini drumroll, underscoring her quickened pulse.

"Traitor," Y/N accused playfully, shaking her head. "You just had to add your two cents, didn't you?"

As she straightened up, the cat settled down, as if pleased with his contribution to the orchestration of their grand entrance. Y/N smirked, rolling her eyes at the tiny tyrant.

"Let's hope he's ready for us."

The door creaked on its hinges, a sliver of the polished interior teasing her eyes before Yoongi's figure filled the frame. His grin was lopsided, devilish—a silent welcome that sent a shockwave through Y/N's nerves, disarming them one by one.

"Hey," he said, voice a low melody that seemed to vibrate straight to her bones.

"Hi." Her own word was barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the cacophony inside her head just moments ago.

With a fluid motion, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times, Yoongi's arms wrapped around her. The city's noise fell away, leaving only the thud of her heart and the warmth of his embrace.

"Missed me?" His breath fanned her ear, teasing.

"Maybe," she countered, the corner of her mouth quirking up. "Just a smidge."

"Good." And then his lips were on hers, a kiss that sparked and sizzled, igniting something wild and fervent between them. It was a deep dive into uncharted waters, yet somehow exactly where she wanted to be.

The heat of Yoongi's lips melded with Y/N's, a silent promise woven through each caress. His murmurs vibrated against her mouth, a husky timbre that quickened her pulse.

"Yoongi," she breathed out, laughter dancing in her voice. "You're making Shadow jealous."

From the depths of his carrier, Shadow voiced his indignation, a plaintive meow cutting through their bubble. The cat shifted, the carrier swinging slightly as if to punctuate his displeasure.

"Sorry, buddy," Yoongi chuckled, not breaking the kiss, his words a warm whisper on her lips. "Guess we're both getting lucky tonight."

"Hope you don't mean with the cat," Y/N quipped, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Very funny," he retorted, his grin tangible even in their embrace.

With a strength that belied his quiet nature, Yoongi took the carrier from her and hoisted it securely into one arm, the other still cradling Y/N close. He stepped backward, guiding them over the threshold.

"Welcome home," he murmured as the door clicked shut behind them, a definitive sound that marked the start of something new. Something theirs.

"Feels like the start of a sitcom," Y/N mused, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smile. "‘Two lovers and a moody cat.'"

"Bestseller for sure," Yoongi said, his eyes lighting up with shared amusement. "As long as I'm not the moody cat."

"Jury's still out on that one," she teased, reaching up to flick his nose gently.

"Ouch," Yoongi feigned hurt, but there was no hiding the contentment in his gaze, the softness that came from being utterly at ease.

"Come on," he said, nudging her forward with a nudge of his head. "Let's explore our love nest."

"Lead the way, landlord," Y/N replied, excitement bubbling within her. They were home, truly home, and nothing could diminish the simple joy of that fact—not even Shadow's disapproving soundtrack.

Stepping into the living room, Y/N's gaze swept across the expanse of Yoongi's apartment. Plush designer couches whispered invitations for lazy afternoons, while a sleek entertainment system promised nights saturated in sound and cinema.

"Did you rob a furniture store or what?" Y/N asked, her fingers trailing over the velvety armrest of a chair. "It's only been a couple days since I was here last, and half of this is new."

"Only the best for us," Yoongi replied with a pride that was endearing rather than boastful.

"Us," she echoed, testing the word like it was new, exciting—because it was. No longer just Yoongi's space, the rooms around them were a blank canvas for their joint story. A place not just to house his grand piano but also her collection of quirky mugs. Their domain, where music notes would mix with soft whispers and shared secrets.

"Will your equipment survive the invasion of my scented candles?" she joked, half-wondering if he'd realized the full extent of her home fragrance obsession.

"Let’s hope they’re fireproof," he quipped back, eyeing the carrier where Shadow had begun a low-grade growl of impatience.

"Careful," Y/N warned with a mock sternness, "Shadow's got a thing against sarcasm."

"Does he now?" Yoongi chuckled, kneeling to let the disgruntled cat out. "We'll have to work on that."

"Good luck," she said, watching as Shadow sniffed suspiciously at the foreign environment. "He's more stubborn than a melody in a minor key."

"Guess we're all gonna have to learn some new tunes," Yoongi mused, standing up to wrap an arm around her shoulders.

"Guess so." Y/N leaned into him, her heart keeping time with the possibility thrumming through the room. This was theirs, a symphony waiting to be composed, note by loving note.

#bts #bts fanfic #yoongi #solastia #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #writing #min yoongi #ofc #bts x reader #x reader #yoongi x reader #reader insert #fem reader

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tomssexdoll · 11 hours

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i was wondering if you could do a gustav fic where he and reader are at a party and they play 7 minutes in heaven and the bottle lands on her. it can be smut or fluff you can pick. if not that’s fine! i hope you have a good day/night!

yes ofc!

Party girl

PAIRINGS: Gustav 2009 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Y/N goes to a party with the rest of the band, she gets super drunk and decides to play spin the bottle with gustav and multiple other people, when it's gustavs turn he spinned on you, leaving you in shock.. A/N: HI ILY WARNINGS: dom!gustav, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), boobie playing, teasing, fingering

Me and my 4 friends were invited to a party, it was hosted by one of the most popular guys in our grade. He had yearly parties, throwing absolute ragers. People passing out, getting hurt, backflips off the roof into the pool, all crazy shit you imagine, is what happens at those parties.

His parents are not strict at all, always on business trips, he is filthy rich and always provides alcohol. I'm pretty chill with him, we talk about our issues in private and do each others homework.

He always gets me my favourite vodka, raspberry absolut vodka. And it's off limits to everyone except me. We walked into the party, I was holding hands Bill, he was my best friend, we were the closest out of the group.

Tom was annoying Georg and Gustav, making stupid jokes and trying to impress girls in the driveway, all of them turning him down. I ran over to the hosts room, grabbing the bottle he had saved for me and running downstairs to Bill, pouring multiple shots for us.

Tom chimed in and tried to charm me, "cmon beautiful give me some" he wrapped a hand around my waist, I scoffed and pushed him away "fuck off Tom, go flirt with another bimbo" rolling my eyes and throwing back a shot, the clear liquid burning my throat.

Before the party, me and Bill had done our makeup, applying loads of glitter and black eyeshadow. I was hoping hoping that it wouldn't get ruined tonight by me getting absolutely wasted.

I planned to go blackout, do crazy shit and have fun. We had finished our final exams and wanted to just relax after studying for so long.

As the night went on, I was 6 shots down, my throat raw from all the shots I'd taken. I grinded on guys, kissed random guys and girls, flirted with just about anyone and nearly sucked someones dick.

Gustav was dragging me out of stupid situations, eyes lighting up with anger when he saw me with another guy. I just pinned it down to him being overprotective, he was sorta like a body guard.

He kept his arm around my waist as I drank more, a beer in his hand as he looked around, attempting to protect me from anyone and everyone. He was also drunk, Gustav knew how to handle his alcohol, he could be blackout drunk and function like a normal person.

He leaned down and softly whispered in my ear, "they're playing a game over there, wanna go play?" his hot breath tickling my neck, I nodded eagarly, ripping myself out of his grip and running towards the circle of teens, pushing in.

I saw it was spin the bottle, squealing with joy. I loved spin the bottle at parties, it was stupid and lighthearted and even formed some relationships. We had been doing this since we were 14, the people who have been going to these parties for a while are considered "ogs", usually partaking in silly games like these, the others just come for the alcohol and drugs

"Alright guys, of course we are playing spin the bottle but the twist is..you have to go with the person into a empty room for 7 minutes, kind of like seven minutes in heaven, only 2 couples will be allowed at a time" the host smirked.

We grabbed a random beer bottle, placing it at the center of the circle. Some random guy was picked, spinning and landing on a girl in my math class. I watched as Gustav sat across from me, sending a wink my way. I blushed softly, smiling and looking away.

We continued to play for another 14 minutes, people in and out of rooms. Then, it was Gustavs turn, he spinned the bottle with ease, the glass grazing against the floor, coming to a stop.

My eyes widened as I realized it stopped on me, my head shot up to look at him, a grin plastered on his face, the host slapping his thigh, cheering him on.

I slowly stood up, Gustav grabbing my hand and leading me away, sneaking into one of the empty rooms. I sat down on the bed, awkward silence filling the room.

He finally spoke up, sitting next to me and wrapping an arm around my waist, looking deeply into my eyes, "so..? I don't want to waste 7 perfect minutes with you" he smirked, smashing his lips into mine.

I whined on his lips, kissing him back, deepening the kiss. He grabbed my hips softly, pushing me back onto the bed and continuing to kiss me, his erection rubbing on my jeans.

"Oh gustav.." I muttered, throwing my head back as his lips moved down to my neck, sucking softly. I moaned as he found a sensitive spot on my neck, my arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer.

"You're so beautiful maus.." he groaned, grinding into my leg harder, "fuck.." I whimpered, tugging at his shirt. He chuckled and helped me, taking his top of, along with mine, my pink bra on display for him.

His hands rushed to clip my bra off, throwing it to the other side of the room and staring in awe at my hard nipples, grabbing my breasts roughly, grinding into me again.

"Gustav..stop teasing" I whined, reaching out and pulling his shorts down, his cock straining against his black boxers, his size very obviously big. I bit my lip, worried I wouldn't be able to fully take him.

"So impatient" he smirked, grabbing my skirt and sliding it down my thighs, ripping my stockings open, a wet patch on my baby pink panties. "Someones excited, hm?" he dove his head down, licking the stain, my hips bucking up, "ah!" I whimpered.

"So sensitive..fuck.." he groaned, moving my underwear to the side and dragging his boxers to the side, his cock springing out and hovering over my needy pussy.

He rubbed the tip on my clit a few times, getting me soaked before he put it in, not wanting me to be uncomfortable. His hands slithered to my hips, spreading my legs more, my pussy opening for him.

He spat on his fingers, lubing his cock up before slowly pushing it in, my hands flew to his shoulders, groaning at the pain of his cock stretching me out. Have I been with other guys? Yes. This big? Hell no.

He started to thrust slowly, trying to warm up my hole, only halfway in before slamming all of it inside, a yelp coming from my lips. "Sorry baby.." he laughed, kissing my cheek sweetly and picking up his pace.

"You're so fucking beautiful..my angel.." he groaned, throwing his head back as my tight pussy engulfed his cock, a slightly resistance in place because of my pussy not being used to his size.

My body eventually warmed up to him, his cock being able to fully slide in and out, fucking me deeply. He held onto my hips tightly as he pounded his cock into me, I threw my head back as his tip hit my sweet spot, ramming into it with all his might.

MEANWHILE....

"It's been like 10 minutes, aren't they supposed to be done?" someone said, the host smirking, "oh leave them, Gustav has been waiting years to do this"

They all nodded and continued the game.

BACK TO SEXY TIME

"Oh fuck!" I moaned loudly, the sound of skin slapping filling the room, thankfully not being able to be heard by the blasting house music. His cock felt so good in me, like it was made for my pussy, fucking me so well.

"You're amazing..taking my cock so well" he grinned, leaning down and sucking on my neck again, biting softly and leaving marks, running his tongue over the stinging wound.

My eyes started to water, tears running down my cheeks, I was sure my makeup had been ruined, all the tears and sweat smudging it. I didn't care though, it was an easy fix.

Bill brought a little fanny pack incase this happened, he knew I was going to hook up with someone but how could I break to him it was Gustav..

He continued fucking me, slamming his cock into my cunt, getting more wet with each thrust. "You're perfect..so so gorgeous.." he mumbled against my neck, running his hand up and down my waist.

"Mmm!" I cried out, feeling tension build in my stomach, driving me crazy. My orgasm was dangerously near, his thrusts getting harder, tip kissing my cervix.

My sopping cunt made squelching noises with every thrust, pure ecstacy flowing through my veins. "Gonna cum!" I cried out, digging my nails into his back.

"Oh..fuck.." he groaned "cum for me baby..cum on this cock" he kissed harsher, marks left everywhere on my neck and chest. I knew the group was going to have a fucking fieldtrip when they see us.

"Fuck!" Gustav groaned loudly, shooting his load deep into me, causing my orgasm to activate, my pussy coating my juices all over his cock, a potion of our bodily fluids mixed together.

He panted and rolled onto the bed, I smirked and climbed on top of him, taking my chances to mark him back. I started by kissing his neck, sucking softly as he did.

I felt his hand snake up to my pussy, rubbing 2 fingers against my folds, collecting the cum that threatened to drip out of me, shoving it back in.

He fingered me roughly, making me struggle to make perfectly hickeys, I left sloppy kisses on his neck, whimpering as his fingers hit the perfect spots.

"Keep going baby.." he chuckled, I moaned loudly, stuffing my face into his neck as another orgasm approached quickly. "Cum for me again.." he grinned, slamming his fingers into me.

I whimpered, my legs shaking as I came on his fingers, "oh fuck.." I collapsed onto his chest, "keep marking me baby, cmon" he tapped my ass softly.

I sighed softly, continuing to kiss his neck, "good girl.." he caressed my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. I slowly snapped out of my trance, pushing his head back to gain easy access to his neck.

I bit softly on the skin, leaving dark purple hickeys everywhere. "Oh fuck.." he moaned, a hand trailing down to my ass, squeezing it gently. I pulled back, admiring my work, a huge grin on my face.

"Cmon, let's go see what we look like" I giggled, getting off him and helping him up, running over to the closet in the corner, both of our necks brutally covered in marks, deep red and purple hickeys.

"Let's get you dressed maus, cmon" he grabbed my waist, kissing me softly and helping me put my clothes back on, shoving his on shortly after, holding my waist as we went outside.

The party ended shortly after, we met up with the group, they waited outside for us, all smoking a cigarette each. When they saw us their eyes instantly flashed to the hickeys, "oh my god.." Bill covered his mouth, georgs eyes wide and Tom bursting out laughing.

"I knew it!" Tom jumped up and down, Bill handing him a 5 dollar note, obviously annoyed. "Hey what the fuck was that?" I crossed my arms, "oh, well we had a bet that if you guys hooked up i'd give him 5 dollars.." Bill chuckled nervously, scratching his neck.

I rolled my eyes, "whatever" "whatt? you guys had the most tension out of anyone in the room, everyone could sense it" Bill smirked, ashing his cigarette.

Gustav chuckled and kissed my cheek softy, "well Tom, now you know to keep your hands off her you horny bastard" Tom chuckled in response, putting his hands up to surrender "yeah yeah fine"

We all caught a taxi to Bills house, me and Gustav sleeping peacefully in the guest room, cuddling all night long.

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hii congrats on 5k i love your writing sm <3!! 🎵 for the emoji one and 🍆 headcanons for pre-outbreak joel congrats again 🖤

This might be an unpopular opinion but at least I can sleep knowing @joeloverture agrees with me.

Pre outbreak Joel does NOT fuck.

He just doesn’t. He’s too busy, construction and being a dad. No time to fuck.

But he does masturbate. A lot. Like more than most. Usually two to three times a day, in the morning when he’s showering and at night before he sleeps. And he can’t go a day without jerking himself off or he feels like, physically ill.

This is just off the top of my head. Didn’t even open google docs lol, did this right here on tumblr dot com. Smut below - masturbation, oral (f!receiving)

If he’s really pent up, he’ll even do it in his truck on his lunch break. He’s thinking of you, his hot neighbor who’s always wearing those skimpy bikinis when you sunbathe, leaving fuck all to the imagination. Rubbing your legs up and down with body oil. He should be doing that. You have tall fences, something Joel actually installed himself. You think no one can see when you untie your bikini top and drop it in the grass. You know, so you don’t get tan lines. And you think no one can see you when you slip your hand beneath those little white bikini bottoms and fuck yourself, right there in your backyard. Joel sees, he’s seen it all. Right from his bedroom window. He thinks you’re a thrill seeker, there’s no way you aren’t. Masturbating in your backyard, you think you’ve got a dirty little secret all to yourself. Joel knows. Joel fucking knows.

He thinks about what he watches you do when he mows his lawn on Saturday mornings and waves at you, when you’re out on a walk and your dog tangles its leash around Joel, always so excited to see him. You’re always so bashful, so shy. How shy would you be in Joel’s bed, your legs spread wide, where Joel’s eyes are the only feature visible on his face? Licking, sucking, tasting you, he’d make you watch him, oh he’d make you fucking watch. And don’t you dare think about closing those when you come. He wants to watch you cry, see that desperate, needy look in your watery eyes, feel you tug his dark curls as your cunt pulses around his fingers and he tastes your release. He wants it all.

Joel comes into his fist with a loud groan, making a fucking mess of himself. You do this to him, do you know that? He cleans himself up with scratchy napkins as best as he can. It doesn’t really do much, but now his jeans are covered in come stains. He rubs dirt on his pants to try and cover it up. You do this to him.

I believe that music emoji is for favorite artists right?? Anyway, my favorites are Depeche Mode, The Cure, Placebo, Amy Winehouse, Fiona Apple, Lana Del Rey, and The Smiths. I have a lot of favorites but those are off the top of my head lol. It feels bad to rank them!! I could list 100

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I LOVE YOUR WRITINGG!!!ANYWAYS IMAGINE THAT YOU ARE MARRIED WITH TOM AND YOU GRAB SMTH,THEN IT FALLS DOWN AND TOM GETS BEHIND YOU AND HOLDS YOUR HAND,THEN YK..IF YOU HAVE TIME PLS DO SMTH LIKE THAT!ILY BAEE!!!

Yeees! tysm <3 hope you like it love.

From the corner of your eye you could see Tom standing in the doorway with his arms crossed in front of his body. He has this habit of sometimes just standing there watching you for a while and whenever you question him he says he's just admiring you.

And even though you've been married for a few years, you still feel nervous when he starts looking at you for a long time, knowing that most of the time he's not content with just looking. It was a waiting game and the feeling of anticipation made your heart race.

You turned around with the intention of putting some plastic bowls back in the kitchen cabinet, but as soon as your eyes met Tom's you lost your balance and dropped everything on the floor. Luckily for you there were no glass objects or anything sharp.

You could hear Tom's laugh and the sound of footsteps as you bent down to pick up what you had dropped. You felt his hand in yours and his body purposely pressed against yours.

“Be more careful, love. You could have gotten hurt.” You closed your eyes for a few seconds when you heard him whisper in your ear with a husky voice.

It didn't take many signs for you to know when Tom wanted you, but he liked to be obvious. You felt his hand slide up your arm slowly and move up to your collarbone before stopping at your jaw. He turned your face so you were looking at him.

“Shit, baby. Why do you have to be so beautiful like this?” He asked before closing the space between you two and leaving a short kiss on your lips.

You just laughed as you stood up, already used to his random compliments. Tom followed you around the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as you put some things in the kitchen cabinet.

“Tom, I'm busy.” You turned in his arms, facing him and soon he placed his lips on yours.

Soft lips forced against yours savagely. You could barely keep up with the fast pace. His kiss was urgent and full of desire.

“I promise it will be quick, please?” He whispered against your lips between kisses. You let out a muffled moan when you felt one of his large hands grab your left breast and squeeze.

"Tom." You moaned as he trailed kisses down your neck and slid his hand between your legs.

"Hmm, you always look so hot I can't resist." He confessed in your ear as his fingers slowly stroked your clit.

Your brain was foggy with the feeling of his lips on yours, his hands roaming at your sides and his fingers gathering in the fabric of your dress as he grabbed your ass. You whimpered, your head falling back as his mouth moved over your jaw, his beard scratching your skin as he sucked hickeys on your neck. You moaned as you grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer.

A growl sounded low in his throat as he pulled away, his hands moving to pull the straps of your dress down your shoulders, his hand trailing them down your arms as your fingers found his hair again. Your body was on fire, your pussy throbbing with need as he slid your clothes off your hips, letting them fall to your feet.

His eyes were wild and dark as he picked you close, running his tongue across your bottom lip. He met your eyes again, smiling as he unpacked his own clothes and tossed them to the side, and you watched as the fabric was forgotten on the floor. Your eyes slid back to him as his huge calloused hand cupped your breast, your nipple hardening at the the gentle touch. You moved quickly, your fingers eager to touch him, to wrap your hands around his cock. He chuckled, leaning forward to take your hardened tip into his mouth, his warm tongue licking you and making you shiver violently.

“I know what you’re thinking, and as much as I’d love to feel that beautiful, warm mouth on my dick, we don’t have much time.” He whispered as his hand slid down the apex of your thighs, his fingers sliding through your folds and spreading your arousal. “I promised it would be quick, did you forget love?” The provocation in his voice didn't go unnoticed.

You whimpered, shaking your hips to try and get some friction from his hand, but he pulled it away, sucking his fingers into his mouth with a filthy moan.

Before you could protest, he grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you off the ground easily. He held you with one hand, the other stroking his cock and sliding it through your folds, rubbing against your aching clit.

"Tom, please." You whispered with a needy moan, leaning your head against the wall behind you.

That smug smile was on his face as he lined up and slammed forward. You cried out, digging your nails into his shoulders as he began to thrust, not even giving you time to adjust. He fucked you hard and fast, a steady stream of curses leaving his lips as you clawed at his skin, breasts bouncing as he filled you, his mouth on your neck.

He stepped back to watch you, the thumb of his free hand tracing the mark you knew he had left on your throat, his grip on your tense leg.

His eyes rolled back, his pace never wavering as he pounded into you, your legs wrapped around his waist. The mix of pleasure and pain making your entire body shudder. His hips moved at an impossible speed, the feeling in your belly increasing with each passing second. You moved your hands back to hold his shoulders, your vision blurred with tears of ecstasy, his cock poking your sweet spot with every movement.

“You're close, I can feel it. Let go, love.” He growled into your ear, his teeth tugging at the earlobe.

You clenched around him, your muscles tensing as you let out a choked sob, your toes curling as you came hard, shaking uncontrollably. You felt your body soften as his strong arms held you. A low moan left him as he came inside you. You still hugged each other for a few minutes before Tom finally spoke.

"Guess we'll have to order pizza... again." You both laughed as the smell of burning food could now be smelled throughout the house.

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