#my lips like attached to the screen and started suckling??

[bokuroskitten]

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〈Kuroo and Kenma having a partner into Pet Play.

◈ genre: NSFW 18+ (Minors DNI)

◈ warnings: Sub/Dom dynamics (Sir, Master & Daddy titles) use of toys.

𝔎𝔢𝔫𝔪𝔞:

has thought about it for a long time but refuses to bring it up until you do

Despite that he has encouraged you to be a cat almost every Halloween you’ve been together

And bought you those cute gamer girl headsets with the cat ears

Once you finally bring it up he happily complies

The first thing he did was go out to buy you a collar

It’s very simple, just a thin strand of black leather with his initials engraved in it

He loves that you wear it all the time, even when he doesn’t ask you too

In the bedroom he typically attaches a little bell to it cause he loves hearing it jingle when you squirm

LEASH— you’re on a leash for most of the scene.

Kenma likes being 100% in control, and you don’t mind giving that to him.

He buys you multiple sets of cat ears cause you look so cute trying on a new pair

Once the two of you get more into it, the first thing he purchases is a vibrating tail~

A smirk played on the blondes lips as he began to feel you nuzzling against his leg, a needy little whimper sounding from under his desk. His eyes flashed to his screen, comments flooding in about the game he was currently playing rather than the situation currently happening under his desk. “I think I’ll be calling it a night, but check back at 8am for my early stream.”

He waved a quick goodbye to the screen before easily turning off the stream. With a little sigh he pulled his headphones around his neck, pulling back in his gaming chair. “You made me end my stream early Kitty, any longer and my fans would have started to hear your sad little whimpers.”

When he locked eyes with you his smirk grew, seeing the tears that had started to make your gaze all glassy. Now without the noise of his game he could hear the steady vibrations of the tail. You on the other hand whimpered louder, clawing at his pant leg and scooting up closer to press kisses along his thigh. “P-Please Sir-“

“Please what, Kitten? Use your words.”

“P-Please can I come? Can you help me come please Sir?” The way your voice quivered so perfectly, the way your hips twitched desperately as the tail continued its contestant vibrations, it all made Kenma’s sweat pants feel a little bit tighter.

He pet his hand along your hair, stoping to admire the new pair of ears that at perfectly perched on your head. His palm stopped at the nap of your neck, where he grabbed a handful of hair. All the while his free hand was tugging down his waist band. “Soon my little Kitty, first you have to drink all my milk. So open up that pretty mouth.”

𝔎𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔬:

Brought it up as soon as he knew you were into kink

Was suuuuuper excited about it so it made you excited too

He bought you that cute two piece cat set (it has the kitty boob window, we’ve all seen it) and he insists you wear it while in play

He also likes the less sexual side of pet play, where you just curl up in his lap and let him pet you until you fall asleep

The collar he bought you is deep red, and a bit thicker. The buckle on it is gold and he put a matching gold heart charm with his initials engraved in it

He bought a matching collar for himself which he typically wears to the bar

Loves when you crawl to him, especially when you do it without him having to ask or not when he’s holding your leash

Also LIVES for when you nuzzle along his thighs, especially when he’s still in his work suit

One word— muzzle. And bite gags. So three words.

He loves seeing your back arch—

Kuroo let out a huff as he sat on the edge of the pull, tugging at the tie around his neck to loosen the constricting fabric. It had been a long day at work for him, his muscles still a bit tense from the workload. Lucky for him he had the most perfect kitten, waiting so patiently for him to come home and make him feel better after a long day.

“You don’t need to be stressed anymore Daddy...” The sound of your soft voice made a little smirk twitch on Kuroo’s lips as he finally brought his gaze to you. You wore that pretty red skirt he loved so much, the matching ears situated on your head so perfectly. You gave him a soft little purr, crawling closer to him until you were knelt between him thighs.

“I’m sorry you had such a long day Master, wanna help you feel good now” you mutter softly, eyes wide as you nuzzle your cheek into his inner thigh. You placed the end of your leather leash into his palm, giving a little squeeze before you placed your hands back in your lap until told otherwise.

How Kuroo had gotten so very lucky with you, he didn’t know. But seeing you, willing and wide eyed made his fancy work slacks feel just a bit too tight. Wrapping the end of the leash one around his palm he gave it a gentle tug, watched the way your eyes widened a bit before you sat up on your knees. Kuroo brought his face close to yours then, his smirk growing as he watched your lips part slightly, cheeks starting to glow pink.

“My perfect little kitty, always so ready to please...” he murmured, his thumb coming up to gently rub against your lower lip, giving it a couple of tugs. Without being told you took it between your lips, suckling it with a cute little mewl that made him laugh softly. He tugged his thumb away with a satisfying pop, before giving the leash yet another tug.

“Need your pretty little lips somewhere else. Gunna do that for Master? Of course you will, cause you’re Daddy’s Perfect Kitten.”

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[honeesucker]

Ushijima Wakatoshi as part of my Haikyuu boys after you text them *~spicy photos~* and then fall asleep...

Word Count: 3,338

Content Warnings: D/s dynamic aspects, some babying reader, size kink coming in HOT, overstimulation, crying during sex, hair pulling / light smacking.

Ushijima had heard the tell-tale ping of your special text tone from the gym as the team was taking a break after a particularly grueling practice set. He was definitely curious why you were texting him so late as you normally didn’t bother beyond 

which you had already sent him that night closer to when practice had begun. His leg was bouncing as he bit unconsciously into the calloused skin of the pad of his thumb wondering if something was wrong, something that veered you off of your normal routine of the night. While the others were still hydrating, stretching and taking a break winding down from the harsh practice Ushijima walked hastily back into the locker rooms and opened his where the phone was in the pocket of his hoodie hanging inside. He gripped the electronic, dwarfed by the size of his hand, and thumbed open his lock-screen to see a series of messages from you.

Ushijima let out a contented hum as he read that you missed him, encouraging him to eat something good for his body after practice. He was planning on grabbing a couple of bentos from your guys’ favorite convenience market that were remarkably fresh, and had some that had higher protein content for Ushijima’s needs. His eyebrows raised at the last remark you made about indulging in dessert, though, and when he opened the two image attachments that followed air caught in his throat as he sputtered and coughed while nearly dropping the thin, expensive phone from his hand. In the first photo you were just standing in front of the large full-body mirror, drowning in one of Ushijima’s jerseys which the sight alone sent a jolt to the prideful side of his heart as well as rush blood to his cock, especially after the second photo where you lifted up his jersey to reveal the delicate baby blue lingerie beneath – wrapping you up like one of the delicious pastries' you guys would share on special occasions. He nearly dropped the phone again when some of his teammates began to enter the lock rooms, gathering their stuff to finally head home after a long night. Ushijima bid them goodnight and grabbed his stuff with a haste they had never seen, before he was already speed-walking out of the gym and into the cool dark of the waiting night.

You were curled up in you guys’ shared bed still snuggled in Ushijima’s jersey that smelled so wonderfully like him as it comforted you in his absence. You were in a fitful sleep, thighs still glistening with your earlier escapades of trying to get off while your need to Ushijima heightened the longer he was gone. You didn’t awaken as he came in and locked the door, set his gym back down on the bench in the hallway and made his way slowly to your guys’ room, slowly opening the door as he was met with such a pathetically beautiful sight. Your panties were only looped around on ankle, legs spread just enough that he could see your pussy, wet and puffy from stimulation but the furrowed pull to your brows that creased in between them told him you fell asleep in frustration. He couldn’t help the smirk from his satisfaction of knowing you couldn’t satisfy yourself without his help.

Ushijima walked forward with slow, deliberate steps while ripping his hoodie and shirt over his head in a one-handed grip. He reached down and traced gentle fingertips along your slick-coated thighs as he undid the tie to his joggers with the other, slipping them down his muscled thighs and kicking them off.  

“Y/N-” Ushijima purred your name, a deep rumble like thunder that even in your sleepy state shook something inside of you to the core, “come on pretty girl... wake up for me.” He coaxed you with more pressure on his fingertips as they danced up to your exposed sex and traced a long line up your wet slit. You jumped awake, a sleepy half-yelp half-whimper escaping your lips as you blinked your eyes up at Ushijima.  

“Mm, ‘Toshi?” You sleepily murmured, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand while Ushijima lazily played with your wet core. Slipping the tip of one large finger into you had you falling back onto the pillows with a lip-biting moan.  

“I was worried you know,” Ushijima murmured lowly, “thought it was weird you texted outside of what your normal routine with me is” he had started pumping his finger in and out of you at a brutal pace, the large appendage definitely more satisfying than a toy, especially the moment he added a second and curled them just right to hit that spongy spot along your upper wall that had your back arching off the bed. Not ashamed at all that he could bring you to the edge of orgasm within minutes, not ashamed you thirst texted him earlier tonight knowing it would frustrate him enough to lose a bit of control and end up where you are now.

“’Toshi, mmphf-fuck-m'so close already-ah, f-fuck!” You were whimpering and squirming from the constant stimulation of your g-spot, the pressure had you seeing stars while the tight coil of pleasure built, close to snapping. Your eminent release yanked away from you as Ushijima stopped his assault and removed his fingers from your dripping hole. He took his slick-coated fingers and brought them up to your mouth without having to give the command you opened as he pressed them down on your tongue, a small gag leaving your throat as you worked on cleaning his digits teasing him with your tongue a bit more than normal, even biting the pad of his fingers which earned you a slap on your cheek as he narrowed his eyes down at you in displeasure.  

“Y/N,” Ushijima warned reaching around to grip the back of your head and tangle his fingers in your hair, “you should know better than to be such a greedy girl. Do needy, disobedient little sluts get what they want?” Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout but you shook your head slowly, shoulders deflating as a show of submission to Ushijima’s whims. He released his grip on your hair and smoothed it down, moving to give you a gentle pat on the head. “My good girl,” and with that you were ready to do anything he wanted, eyes glazed over as he smiled down at you. “Is my good girl ready to behave for me?” You were too far gone to be embarrassed by how quickly you nodded your head, scooting up to sit on the bed with your legs folded beneath you and your hands resting in your lap. Ushijima reached forward to grab each of your nipples between his forefinger and thumb, twisting, pulling and pinching at the tender buds until you were squirming, face flushed from the sensitive stimulation.

“What does my girl want?” Ushijima’s deep baritone reverberated through your whole body as you simply gave a glazed-over stare at the way he was stroking his huge cock, the head a blushed angry shade of red, his thumb running over the slit where a pearly bead of precum was leaking out, using the fluid to coat his cock, eliciting delicious wet noises from the contact that has your thighs pressing together tightly for some amount of friction.

“Wanna taste you,” your body slid off the edge of the bed as you landed on your knees in a smooth, practiced motion that made Ushijima smile down at you. He placed one large hand on the top of your pretty head as he used the other to guide his cockhead to your waiting mouth, tongue stuck out and opened wide. Your hands were resting on your thighs, clenching and unclenching with anticipation and need to have your hands on Ushijima, but you knew better than to touch him without permission and he loved to watch you struggle to take him with only your mouth to help you. The weight of his cockhead landed on your tongue, pushing just past your lips as you swirled and wriggled the muscle to massage the vein on the underside of his cock just how you know he likes it, causing a deep rumbling groan to vibrate in his chest. He has both of his hands on your head, tangled in your hair and guiding you along his shaft like a living fleshlight – a hole only to be used as he wished. Ushijima looked down on your sweat-slicked form with half-lidded eyes as he pushed his monstrous length deeper into your mouth until he felt his cockhead hit the back of your throat, and then he pushed in more until your nose was snuggly against the small, clean patch of hair above his cock. Your watery eyes looked up at him, trailed up the happy-trail of hair, up his muscular chest to meet his dark, hungry eyes. Drool was slipping out from the side of your mouth and down your chin, droplets hitting your bare chest and Ushijima began to give shallow thrusts into your throat, never letter more than an inch or two leave your warm, wet mouth. You were whimpering and wiggling beneath him, hands having moved from your thighs to his in an attempt to brace yourself against his assault. Your touch was instantly met with a harsh smack to your cheek that had you vibrating a cry around Ushijima’s cock, causing his thrusts to stutter at the added stimulation. Your hands fell back down to clasp at your skin as you felt his thrusts grow faster, less practiced and more erratic as he used you for his own pleasure; the heady taste of his precum making your mouth water an embarrassing amount, but Ushijima loved the sloppy way your mouth took him every time. He finally gave a few final thrusts before he buried his full, thick length back down your throat causing you to gag as he unloaded sticky, hot cum down your throat; your pussy clenched around nothing at the animalistic sounds he was letting out, the musky scent of his skin as your nose was buried in his crotch only served to have your core dripping and aching for more of him.

Ushijima finally pulled out of your mouth slowly, hissing at the way you suckled around his sensitive cock as it left your mouth, cleaning him of any droplets of cum left behind. Ushijima bent down and you reached up, being picked up like a child before he had you thrown down on the bed, his large body overtaking yours. He had you caged, resting on his elbows above you as he searched your face, eyebrows furrowed as he queried, “color?”

“Green,” your voice was hoarse from the earlier abuse of your throat, and you wrapped your hands around to the back of his neck to pull him down for a hungry kiss. He groaned as he tasted himself on your lips, loved the way you shared yourself with him so openly. “Please ‘Toshi,” you whimpered against his lips, moving down to kiss and nip at his jaw, his throat, and soon peppering little bites along his collarbone until you sank your teeth down into the skin of his left pec causing a sharp hiss to leave his mouth. “Need more of you, need to feel you inside of me, p-please,” you babbled out a string of pleading cries that had Ushijima’s cock hardening faster than anything else could.  

“My needy girl,” Ushijima’s breath fanned against your face, sweet and inviting as you reached up for another kiss, and he obliged. “I’m going to stretch your little cunt out so good on my cock,” he spoke between your hungry little butterfly kisses.

“Mmphf, yes! Please ‘Toshi, need your cock,” you pleaded, bucking your hips up to meet his, slick lips gliding along his length for a second before he pinned you down, causing you to shriek in frustration at the loss of contact. You had opened your mouth to complain, to beg him to fuck you when he leant down to capture your mouth in a kiss, effectively muting your cry as he sunk his length into your wet folds. The lack of preparation had your walls burning and stretching around him, Ushijima groaning into your mouth as the walls of your little cunt squeezed him desperately, sucking him further in. With a cruel snap of his hips he was buried fully inside of you, cockhead pinned brutally up against your cervix in a way that had your body pulsating in pain, but this kind of pain only had you whining for more – more of him, to move, to touch you, to fuck you – anything!

Ushijima reveled in the way your pussy was clamping down on him, pulsating around his cock as he stilled inside of you.  

He loved that he was wrecking you for anyone else (not that he’d ever let you go).

He knew he was frustrating you, making you more delirious on his cock than you normally were, but he wanted to push you further.

Ushijima began by slowly withdrawing his full length from you, over and over at a glacial pace that was driving you absolutely insane as the ridges and veins of his thick cock caught every sensitive ridge inside of you; it wasn’t long before you were whimpering beneath him to ‘go faster’ as your legs hooked around his hips, drawing him closer and in turn getting his cock deeper in your greedy hole. He chuckled at your desperate attempts to cum when he already knew that he’s instilled an important lesson in you that you seem to have momentarily forgotten.

You don’t cum until he lets you.

He was looking down at where you two were connected, watching with rapt admiration at how tiny your body was compared to him, how your walls looked painfully stretched around his length no matter how many times he’s pounded into you. The way your body reacted to only him, the way you fit together so perfectly... it all had Ushijima seconds away from cumming again and then a cruel idea hit him. He grabbed onto your plush sides with a bruising grip as he slammed his cock into you at a brutal pace, without concern for your pleasure at all, as he chased his release.

“Mm-ugh-FUCK!” Ushijima’s thrusts would have your poor abused body moving further up the bed if he wasn’t holding you in place to keep you right where he needed you. With a few final, stuttering thrusts Ushijima was painting your insides with a surprisingly heavy load of hot, white cum. He could feel your walls tensing and pulsing, nearing your own release before he quickly pinned your hands above your head, a stray one having tried to sneak down to touch your clit and finish yourself off as Ushijima pulled himself out of you, watching as your hole clenched around nothing, cum leaking out as you thrashed and whined from your orgasm being stolen away, fizzling out to nothing. Ushijima kept your wrists pinned together in one hand as the other moved down to gather and shove the cum that had leaked from your sloppy hole, pushing his release back into you, keeping his fingers curled inside of you like a plug as he looked up at you. When his eyes met your he was surprised to see a steam of fat tears falling down your face, your bottom lip jutted out in the most pathetically cute pout he had ever seen you wear as your flushed face beaded with sweat, hair sticking against your forehead.

“’Toshi p-please need to c-cummm!” You were sobbing and Ushijima was almost worried when your body went totally limp in his grasp, feeling any and all stubbornness and fight left in you vanish. All that was left was a pleading mess of cum, sweat and tears as you blinked your bleary eyes up at him. “P-please m’gonna be a good girl for you, no more teasing,” you mumbled, almost inaudible as you blinked away more tears over your lashes. Ushijima couldn’t deny such pretty begging from his favorite girl.

His only girl.

The fingers Ushijima kept curled in your overworked cunt began to scissor and scrape against the soft, spongy spot that had you moaning out his name, eyes rolling in the back of your head as his large thumb came down to put the perfect amount of pressure on your swollen clit, using his cum and your own slick to ease the drag of skin against skin as he had you near the edge again in seconds.

“Come on pretty girl,” Ushijima urged, “I know you’re right there, cum for me. Cum for me pretty baby,” his permission was all you needed to scream out his name one final time as your body spasmed and arched off the bed, your skin felt electric and too much. Your release squirting all over Ushijima’s hand, and soaking the bed beneath you. You were so lost in your explosive orgasm you didn’t notice that Ushijima had let go of your wrists and had realigned his cock with your spasming cunt before plunging back in, rock hard, and taking you both to another quick succession of orgasms before collapsing nearly on top of you. He was panting against the soft skin of your neck as he peppered kisses and praise against you.  

You curled into the curve of Ushijima’s body, nuzzling into his sweat-slick chest and took a deep breath in, anchoring yourself down to him. He held you tightly against him, stroking your hair down and whispering all the praise of how well you did for him tonight.

“You took me so well baby,” Ushijima cooed, deep voice reverberating through your whole body like sinking into a warm bath. “Did so well - my good girl,” he kept repeating what he knew you needed to hear after a bit of the cruel teasing he did with you tonight. Over and over, he repeated things he knew would bring you back down to him, and slowly your glazed eyes fluttered and looked up at Ushijima as he squeezed you tightly against his chest. “There’s my pretty baby,” Ushijima whispered, tracing his thumb along your cheek as he held your face in his large hand. “Come on, Y/N,” Ushijima urged as you gave a pathetic whine in his arms as he hauled you and him up off the bed. “We need to get to the bathroom and get cleaned up. I’ll draw you a bath while I clean up our bed, yes?” He walked into the bathroom where he set you down on the countertop, watching with hazy, love-filled eyes as the man you adored filled the tub with a special mixture of scented salts and dried flower petals he had picked up for you in a far-away city of one of his traveling games. Your chest bloomed with a warm love that took over your whole body as Ushijima moved to pick you back up and place you down gently into the bath, only leaving your side when you sat up on your own to wash gently at your body. You heard him shuffling in the other room, presumably to clean the bed as he stated earlier. You slid down the side of the tub, your nose barely above the water as your eyes closed, drifting you off into a relaxing state.

“Y/N?” Ushijima shook you gently, your eyes opened slowly as you were pulled from the tub and placed into a large, plush towel. “Let’s get to bed, yeah?” You only nodded, leaning into his chest as he carried you off to bed. He placed you down as he climbed in behind you, draping a heavy, muscled arm over you as he kept you close against him, listening to your breathing slow down as you drifted off to sleep.

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[sevendeadlymorons]

Double penetration from Satan and Levi. You get me? 👀

I get you 👀

I cannot think of one possible way how I can make this GN so it’ll be for a F!MC. Hope you don’t mind :)

Stuffed Full

Pairings: Leviathan x Satan x F!MC

Words: 2,380

NSFW // Smut // Threesome

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You were staring at your D.D.D in the dark, the bright light from the screen shining down onto you as you played a game Levi had requested you try out earlier. Hours had gone by, and when you turned to look at the clock besides you, it was well past midnight. You stretched, letting out a yawn, contemplating putting your phone down and going to sleep, or playing for a couple more hours. You knew you had RAD tomorrow and had to be up early, so you put the device down, since you knew you weren’t going to be able to get up in the morning if you didn’t.

A few minutes later, the sound of an incoming text buzzed on your side table, startling you awake. You pinched the bridge of your nose, squinting at the screen, carefully reading the words on your D.D.D with drowsy eyes.

“Any of you awake?”

It was from Levi in a group you were in with him and Satan. You rolled your eyes and let out a small laugh, not surprised he’d still be up. I wonder if Satan’s up too... You texted back a quick yes and sat up properly, watching your message show the ‘seen’ icon within seconds of sending it. He began typing and another message was sent.

“I’m so bored. Can I come over? I got some new anime we can watch”

You shook your head, knowing if he came over, you’d be up until the early hours of the morning, and you aren’t prepared for that. You were about to let him down lightly until someone else in the chat started typing.

“Can I join? I just woke up abruptly and can’t get back to sleep”

Levi sent a yes, sir devilmoji, to which the two of them then started discussing how they’d both be over in 5. Great.

You stare down at your bare legs. Maybe you should put some shorts on... Last time you didn’t wear anything, Levi had passed out and you had to drag him by his leg to Lucifer. You cringe at the thought and swing your legs out of the covers and jump out of bed to grab some shorts from the drawer, rummaging through the seemingly endless amount of booty shorts that you own. You find a nice pair and slip them on, checking yourself out in the mirror until you hear a sharp knock on the door followed by the familiar voice of Levi.

You open the door with a smile to see Satan and Levi standing in the doorway, flashing you a grin with piles of books and anime’s in their arms. How long do they plan on staying exactly... you step aside and let them in, watching Satan pull over a chair to sit and Levi casually dive onto your bed like he usually does. You roll your eyes and sit next to him on the bed, watching his cheeks glow a faint shade of pink as he attempts to hide it by laying out multiple movies in front of you.

“Ok! So we’ve got this one, my personal favourite. Or there’s this one. It’s not the best but the opening song is amazing. Ooh this ones great too, it’s about-“ Levi’s words droned out as you nodded as if you’re listening. You were just too tired for his rambles really and was actually really tempted to go to sleep. Sure they wouldn’t mind. You felt your eyes droop and your head jolt forward sleepily. You were nearly about to fall asleep when you felt someone place a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head to see Satan looking at you, concerned. He supports you by your shoulder, leaning you back so your back is against the head board. You give him a weak smile as he squeezes up next to you, placing his hand around your waist. followed by Levi who shyly rests his head on your shoulder. You feel nice and warm between them and you couldn’t help but begin to doze off.

Between tired blinks, you hear them murmuring to each other, but you couldn’t hear them very well. It was like the world around you had began to go silent. All you heard was your name and you felt occasional glances your way. You couldn’t ignore it though, as much as you wanted to. You were so curious.

Seconds pass and you feel a hand place on your thigh. You trace up the arm to find out the owner of the hand was Levi, his heart practically hammering in his chest from the simple gesture he gave you, his eyes filled with curiosity as he gives your leg a quick squeeze, staring at you, as if waiting for you to push him off. You weren’t going to, of course, because it’s not every day he shows you affection in front of his brothers. You hum onto his shoulder and enjoy the warmth of his palm as he squeezes it comfortingly.

At first, you could only feel Levi’s hand squeezing at your thighs, but soon after, you realize Satan was palming at the other, his fingers slowly trailing up to the hem of your shorts, listening intently to the way your breathing hitches from his sudden touched. You sighed his name but he shushed you, slipping his fingers under until he reached your pelvis line. You gasped and felt him squeeze harder on you. Levi retaliated as you found his hand was closer towards your pelvis as well. You looked at them in confusion, but you definitely weren’t going to complain. You’d always had a thing for the boys so you were enjoying yourself. A bit too much...

You leant your head back against the board and felt them go in for your exposed neck, sucking and nibbling wherever they could as they both breathed heavily into your ears. The hand around your waist tightened as he moved closer, slipping his hand into your shirt and fingering your clit through your underwear. You let out a short moan from the sudden touch, feeling yourself getting wetter every time he moved his finger. Levi suddenly let out a huff and bit down on the sensitive part of your neck, making you gasp and a moan squeak out when he begins licking and trailing his tongue up and down your neck until he reaches your ear.

They kept going for what felt like hours, teasing you with their fingers and tongue, until the hand that was in your shorts slipped out and went to your chin, pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned on Satan’s lips but pushed forward into him, savouring the taste of his tongue as you move your hand to cup the side of his face. You begin to eye to the other side of you, watching Levi pull a jealous face and grab hold of your thigh tightly. You move your other hand to the cheek and rub it, just as you were doing with Satan, feeling him lean into your touch as his face burns up onto your palm. He’d momentarily stopped squeezing your thigh too, but not until he started back up, slipping his hand straight into your pants, and sliding a finger into your pussy. You jolt forward, moaning loudly onto Satan’s lips as you grind onto Levi’s hand.

He pulls away from the kiss and leans forward, taking off his shirt as he motions to his partner to stop and do the same. He takes his hand out and you whine, begging him with your eyes to continue while the two men stare at you shirtless, eyeing closely at your breasts. Oh yeah, you hadn’t put on a bra so your nipples were pretty visible right now. You could feel their eyes burning into you, and you begin to take the hint as you slowly remove your shirt, watching them lick their lips hungrily as you reveal your tits for them to see. Levi was the first to lunge forward, straddling you while he clamps his lips around one of your nipples and sucks harshly, your head swinging back as you involuntarily grab a chunk of his hair and pull.

Satan eventually joins. He begins to pull down your shorts, watching you bite your lip lewdly, staring down at your lacy panties that were soaked with your own fluids. He leans back and let’s Levi pull you forward, still firmly attached to your tit. He gets in behind you and pulls you against his crotch, his erection rubbing against your ass as he slowly grinds into you. You lay your head on his shoulder and stare up at him lustfully as the two men caressed and suckled on your body.

Levi’s hand attached itself to the lining of your panties, slowly pulling them down confidently, but still looking up at you, begging for an answer. You nod frantically and moan his name, tugging his hair. He quickly pulls down your underwear, and connects his tongue with your clit, causing you to gasp and groan into Satan’s neck in pleasure. He pulls your leg onto his shoulder and lips his tongue deep inside of you while the demon behind you curls his fingers around your nipple, giving them a pinch. You were such a mess and they could see that. You were crying out both of their names, grabbing onto whatever part of their body that you could get to.

“I think she’s ready, Levi” Satan mentioned to Levi, who nodded and hastily shuffled between your spread legs, staring into your eyes with this lewd look, a bright blush covering his entire face while he slipped out his cock for you to see. Your eyes widened at the length of him. It twitched as he neared closer towards your pussy, placing his tip near your entrance and adjusting himself, ready to thrust inwards. Satan’s hand were placed on the inside of your thighs, keeping them spread for his brother to enter inside of you. You both let out loud moans when he quickly slips inside of you. Not even half way onto his cock and you already feel full, clenching your walls around him and watching him groan and continue to go deeper. He quickly pushes inside of you and you cry out in pleasure, feeling him thrust in and out of your weeping hole.

You were too preoccupied by Levi that you didn’t notice you were sitting on Satan’s lap, his exposed cock dangerously close to your ass. You whimper his name in fear but he doesn’t respond, instead just continues to focus on your hole as he pushes his cock against you. You couldn’t think straight to focus on both. In front of you, Levi was pounding into you, his hand on your shoulder as he presses his nails into you, a focused look on his face while he seductively pushes his hair back with his free hand. And on the back, Satan was placing his length against you, threatening to enter inside your ass. The overstimulation was driving you insane. You couldn’t help yourself, you wrapped an arm around his neck and hoisted yourself up slightly, then without hesitation, slammed yourself down onto his cock, making him gasp into your ear and bite down on your neck.

“Was kitty desperate?” He teased into your ear as he continued to bite down on your neck while you rode his cock, both holes filled from the two boys. “Perhaps I should punish you...” You pant from the excessive pleasure and nod your head slowly, his hands wrapped around both your tits until he slowly moves them down your body towards your hips, grabbing them firmly and slamming you down to stop you from riding him. “Be patient, MC” You nod your head obediently, awaiting his next move.

You feel both boys suddenly stop, disappointing arousing inside of you as you thought this was your punishment. You pout at the demon in front of you. But he returns your face with a smirk. You look at him, shocked, since you’ve never seen him make that face before. Your thoughts were cut short when both boys started to thrust into you, fucking you hard until all your thoughts were jumbled. You were bouncing on top of Satan’s cock, your hands reaching behind you to wrap into his hair while you were getting your shit rocked by Levi in the front, his hand wrapped around your waist for extra impact.

The room was filled with moans and screams from both you and the boys as you felt an overwhelming amount of pleasure, the most you’ve ever felt in the life. You felt so full with their dicks that your orgasm came quicker than expected. You cried out their names when you met your climax, soaking Levi with some of your juices as your body went weak into Satan’s chest. The two brothers kept going at your limp body until they both ejaculated inside of you, feeling too good to pull out. Their cum leaks out of you and dribbles down your leg, from your ass and onto the sheets, leaving a pool of their semen soiled into the cloth.

Levi leans forward and gives you a shy kiss on the cheek, the blush returning back onto his cheeks as he see what a mess he’s made of you. You feel Satan’s arms wrap around your waist and you lean into his embrace, Levi then comes in to cuddle your arm, huffing that he isn’t the one holding you in his arms. He couldn’t stay awake for much longer. They’d drained every last bit of energy out of you. You didn’t even have the energy to clean yourself up.

Satan stroked your head and rocked you to sleep while Levi was already fast asleep on your shoulder. You sighed and connected your arm with Levi’s, a smile creeping onto his lips subconsciously, then you proceeded to lean into both their embraces and gently fall asleep, the sound of Satan’s soothing humming quickly causing you to give into your urges. And soon, you were asleep, dreaming about the intimacy the 3 of you shared that night, cuddled safely in the two men’s arms.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me smut #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #satan x mc #omnsfw #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #f!mc

[gibbyisbatman]

Mark Of A Lover

Bucky BarnesXFem!Reader

18+

Warnings: Smut, slight daddy kink, biting, marking, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, unprotected sex(wrap your tool before you get to work)

Odaxelagnia. The sexual arousal of biting or being bitten.

Though not directly related to marking, the aftermath of Odaxelagnia often borders the act of marking with the intent of leaving visible bruising for others to see.

Marking in any form is a show of dominance and possession of the person(s) that wear the epidermal discoloration.

The room stands silent aside from the heavy breathing and soft sighs of pleasure that echoed through. The television retained a soft glow from being on for such a long amount of time, but no sound rang out from its large speakers. The figures on the screen playing out their inevitable end in silence and no real attention being thrown their way. My sole focus was right in front of me, grabbing and nibbling at all the flesh he possibly could. The touches become more needy and insistent as the seconds ticked past.

Bucky roughly grips my hips, thumbs digging harshly into the soft skin which pushes a groan from past my swollen lips. My body is quickly tugged up and on top of Bucky’s frame, allowing for me to grind my lower half down onto the solid thighs that rested beneath me and to kiss back with a newfound level of intensity. I pull away from the messy kiss in dire need of oxygen to fill my lungs. As I shift back thinking that Bucky would do the same or even suck and kiss at my jaw, but instead I am met with something that sends a surge of intense arousal coursing through my veins. Bucky’s pearly white teeth tug sharply at my bottom lip making my panties flood almost enough to soak through the thin fabric of my shorts. My mind screams at the new stimulation.

His eyes stare deeply into my own, reflecting the intense want that is buried in the depths of his being and are threatening to burst forth. A slight look of shock was etched onto his features, almost questioning in a matter of speaking. Confusion clouded my thoughts in the blink of an eye as I tried to rake my brain for the reasoning behind the look on my boyfriend's face. Before I could present my question, he quips with a cocky smirk. "You like that baby? You've never acted that way before."

A shiver runs up my spine, shaking me with a jolt at every vertebrae, knowing that my reaction to being bit was so clear. While taking my bottom lip between my own teeth I nod with feign innocence. Bucky doesn't buy into my small act for a single second, his eyes darken with a quickness before he attaches his hot mouth to my pale flesh once again drawing out a breathy moan from me.

Every sharp nip and suckle performed by Bucky’s mouth was like reaching a new standing of heaven, and he was barely stimulating the rest of my body. My hips stutter and start to grind down with more of a purpose, and that purpose being friction on my thrumming clitoris.

My boyfriend's large hands reach up my body and with a rough motion, my shirt is ripped down the center and my supple breasts are freed from the confines of their lacy bra. The cold of the room pricks my skin with millions of little goosebumps, as well as make my nipples shrink into impossibly hard, little peaks. A growl vibrates in Bucky’s chest, making me quiver with anticipation. "Buck, please stop teasing. I need you, baby!" I cry out, knowing that my tone borders on sounding pitiful, but at this point I didn't care.

"As much as I really want to push you to the edge over and over again, you know I can't deny you when you sound so needy and pathetic for me. You want my cock, Y/N?" Bucky chuckled darkly, running his hands over the surface of my smooth thighs but never right were I needed him most. He flips me over onto my back and makes quick work of removing his clothes while I shimmy out of mine. Bucky stays in place for a few moments almost as if he is trying to regain his composure before he climbs over to take place between my spread legs.

He stares down at me like a predator about to attack their prey and turns me on far more than I care to admit. I shift my hip upwards trying to gain some sort of much needed friction for the both of us. My own arousal flooded my senses to such an extent that I didn't seem to notice that Bucky’s thick length was as hard as the day is long and was weeping droplets of pre-cum.

My dainty hand slips between our hot bodies to grip the throbbing length, but Bucky grabs it and pins it above my head. "I didn't say you could touch me, Y/N. Just because you are a soaked mess doesn't mean you get to ignore the rules, princess." His voice husky and rings so clearly in my ear. I mumble an apology and feel him line up the engorged head of his member at my gushing entrance.

Profanities mix and fall from my lips in frustration. Bucky circles the tip around my dripping hole and pushing in for a split second just to pull out and flick against my swollen, pink bud. He was teasing as long as he possibly could, he wanted to hear me beg for his cock, to fuck me into oblivion and that's exactly what I will do. "Fuck! Please stop teasing! Fuck me daddy!" I whined in need.

Nothing was said, but Bucky’s movements told the whole story. He lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist while offering quick nips at my sensitive nipples causing be to jolt up into his towering frame. His lips latched on to my neck in a messy, wet kiss as he lined his girth up properly. In one swift motion, Bucky’s teeth bit harshly into the tender skin as he rammed his cock into my velvety folds. A loud scream echoed through the walls of our home, letting anyone who dared to listen know the immense pleasure that was being given to me.

There was no adjustment period or even the slightest pause. Bucky’s hips immediately shot forward already setting a fast pace that knocks the air out of me. "Uh fuck! So good! Yes!!" The words tumble from my lips in a rush, not really coming together to make much sense but they encourage Bucky none the less. The coil in my belly grows tighter and hotter with ever thrust, throwing me closer and closer to my first orgasm faster than a freight train. The second Bucky’s cock nudges deep at my g-spot and he chomps down on my collarbone the coil snapped and I gushed around the thick cock slamming into me.

There was no time to even think about recovering. The stimulation was too great and soon I was barreling towards another white-hot orgasm. The sound of Bucky’s pants and groans only spurred me on along with the telling sign of his sputtering thrusts. I could feel every vein and ridge of his member as my pussy clamped down tightly, making it hard for him to continue his strokes.

Several messy thrusts later, Bucky buried his manhood as deep as he possibly could and bares his teeth down onto the top of my left breast. My back arches up off of the bed in a manner that doesn't seem quite human as I cum again, triggering my boyfriend's end too. Stream after stream of thick, white cum paints my walls and soothes the ache that has already started to form.

Bucky and I both wince slightly when he pulls his softening length out. He pulls back the duvet covers to slip me under them. We lay in comfortable silence for quite a few minutes recovering from the mind-blowing experience we both had. I spoke up first with a bubbly, giggle to my tone. "So I guess it turns out we both like biting." The man next to me couldn't help but let out a loud laugh. "I guess we do. And don't even think about trying to cover up those marks either. I want everyone to see them." His voice showing his clear pride and seriousness. "Yes sir"

#bucky barns x reader #buckybarnes #xreader #marvel #winter soldier #sebastian stan #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #daddy bucky #y/n #bucky x y/n #imagines

[honeytae]

I have no self control when it comes to you.

a little bit of backstory: i was putting my chapstick on maybe over a month ago now (?) and i got thinking about taehyung being obsessed with the taste of it. i fantasize about making out with taehyung on the daily so i really enjoyed this one lmao.

tags: @mochiloverbts

genre: fluff

word count: 1.9k

You sighed, setting your keys down on the table with a huff as you shoved your shoes off. You were exhausted after another long day of work that, honestly, you’d really rather forget ever happened. You’d been asked to stay into the night for a spontaneous meeting, in addition to your long shift that you’d gone in early for anyway.

You’d called Taehyung in annoyance after being approached by your boss about it, Taehyung’s tone disappointed as you both mutually agreed that you hated your boss before Taehyung added a soft “I’ll wait up for you.” You’d shaken your head no in response, despite him not being able to see you, and responded with a genuine “No, baby, go to sleep. You have a long day tomorrow, go to sleep and I’ll wake you up to let you know when I’m home.” Your boyfriend, in all his childlike stubbornness, had refused, chuckling with a sassy “Mhm.”  Of course he’d wait for you; he couldn’t sleep without you.

You peered around the hallway, rooms all dark except for the light illuminating from under the door of your bedroom. You shook your head in response to his blatant ignoring of what you’d told him to do, but you couldn’t stop the smile creeping its way onto your face at his childlike antics.

You took quick strides down the hall, reaching your arm out to place your palm against the door, lightly pushing on it. The door creaked open, revealing the adorable sight of Taehyung curled up in bed, his fluffy dark hair splayed over the pillows, laying on his side to face you. His dark brown eyes stared intently at his phone, lips pouted a bit as he scrolled his thumb against the screen.

His head perked up at the sound of the slight squeaking of the golden hinge on the door, tossing his phone down to the end of the bed as he traded his attention to look up at you. His tired eyes lit up at the sight of you, a warm smile replacing his stony resting face easily. 

“Hi, baby.” he said, immediately shifting onto his back, pressing his spine into the mattress as he held his arms out on either side of him in the air, a silent gesture for you to lay down with him.

You walked toward him, chuckling as you muttered, “Hi, my little rebel.”

Taehyung giggled as you placed your palms on the side of the mattress, placing his hand on your wrist to pull you down to lay on his chest. 

As your bodies met, you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his soft lips, meeting halfway as Taehyung eagerly attached his lips to yours. 

“How was the meeting?” 

The question was a mumble against your lips, you letting a sigh out against his soft lips in reply.

“I wish I could tell you about it, but honestly, I wasn’t even listening. I was just daydreaming about this the entire time.��

Taehyung smiled at you, lips still brushing against yours as he moved his palm up and down your spine.

“Me too, angel.”

He’d been home for hours now, sulking around the house as his eyes stayed glued to the clock. He’d eventually gotten bored enough to go through his phone, staying on the Weverse feed for a while until you’d walked in.

But none of that mattered now, Taehyung completely content in your presence. You were here with him, your evil boss no longer keeping his favorite girl from him.

You slowly pulled away from his lips, Taehyung’s head desperately shooting up from the pillows to follow your mouth. You giggled as your forehead received an unexpected head butt from him, his eyebrows pulling together in both surprise and concern. 

“Shit, I’m sorry baby, are you okay?” His genuinely concerned tone had you giggling even more, nodding in assurance as you pressed another sweet kiss to his lips, bringing your hand up to stroke your thumb back and forth against his jaw. 

Breaking apart again, his eyes traveled up to your forehead, scanning the area for any obvious bruising before concluding that there was none. Despite the apparent state that you were fine, Taehyung brought a hand up to the back of your head, gently guiding your forehead down to his lips as you chuckled at the feeling of his lips pecking repeatedly against the spot in an attempt to soothe it and relay his apologies. 

You tucked your head into his neck, smiling against his warm skin as he tucked his chin in to press firm kisses to your hair. You settled there for a few minutes before you hesitantly moved to get up, picking your head up and placing your palms on his bare chest. You knew if you stayed there any longer, you’d definitely fall asleep in his arms. You needed to freshen up from work first. 

“I’m gonna go get changed up, okay?” You leaned down to peck his chest, rising up from your place on top of him as he loosened his grip on you reluctantly. 

Taehyung’s fingers fiddled with the sheets as he watched you disappear into the bathroom, hearing the sink turn on, things shuffling around the countertop, then the final sound of the light switch clicking off as you exited the bathroom. 

As you entered the room again, he smiled, eyes following you as you walked to the closet.

He looked longingly at you as you stood in front of the wardrobe, throwing off your work clothes and trading them for an oversized t-shirt.

The hem of the shirt rested on your mid-thighs, your soft skin teasing him as he lightly bit down on his lip at the sight.

When you approached the nightstand, he watched as your hand pulled the drawer open, reaching your fingers in and grabbing your lip balm.  

Swiping on the chapstick, you rubbed your lips together in an attempt to spread the moisturizer on the slightly chapped skin. 

Taehyung was watching you from the mattress, laying back against the headboard as he pouted.

Taehyung whined a dragged out “Baby, come here,” as you capped the chapstick and reached for your hand lotion. 

He continued pouting in your bed, eyes glued to you as he eagerly awaited you crawling into the bed with him and cuddling into his side like he knew you would. 

After rubbing the cold soothing gel into your hands, you hitched a leg onto the bed, Taehyung reaching his arm over and placing a hand on the back of your other thigh to aid you in climbing onto the mattress. 

Flopping onto your stomach on top of your boyfriend, your chest pressed to his, his mouth broke out into his signature geometric smile. 

Giggling at your new close proximity, noses brushing in small eskimo kisses, you offer a soft, “Hi, Tae” to which he squeezes your back in his palm to get you closer to him, something you didn’t even think was possible.

His dark brown eyes sparkled back at you, a soft smile curving his lips. There was an immense amount of adoration stored in his eyes as he replied to you in a tone that matched the fondness in his eyes, “Hi, angel.” 

Falling into a relaxed silence, you rested your elbows on the pillows beside Taehyung’s head, running your fingers through the softness of his dark hair. He lightly closed his eyes in relaxation as you brushed the hair off his forehead, his palm trailing up your back and down your arm, clasping your forearm gently to bring it to his face. He pressed light kisses to your wrist, bringing his face up to reach yours and nuzzling his nose against your jaw line, around to your chin, finally bumping it against your own nose. He laughed as you scrunched your nose, features crinkling as the tip of your nose was tickled with the light touch of his. 

Leaning into his lips, he eagerly reciprocated the action, lips melding together as he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, moaning as he suddenly broke away from you. 

His eyes blown wide open, he said a bewildered, “You taste so good,” then licked his lips, “What is that?” 

You giggled as you nodded your head over toward your chapstick on your nightstand, his eyes following the gesture. 

He reached his arm over behind him to retrieve it, studying the label and looking back at your lips. You raised your eyebrows at him, surprise and amusement overtaking your features. 

 “You can use it if you want, baby.”

In response to your words, he crashed his lips back onto yours, licking, eagerly sucking on your pouted lips in a messy kiss. You breathlessly kissed him back, placing your hands on his head and gripping handfuls of his hair in an attempt to ground yourself from the dizzying kiss. 

Breaking apart for a brief moment, he mumbled “No, no, I need it like this,” before going back in, taking your bottom lip in his mouth and gently sucking, letting out soft mewls at the amazing taste.

Taehyung was infatuated with your lips, always. However, this new chapstick that you’d bought; he was addicted. It tasted like pure sugar, adding to your already natural sweet taste that he’d gotten so enamored with. 

He licked and suckled on your bottom lip until he had to break away to soothe the burning ache in his chest, his lungs desperate for air after being attached by the lips to you for so long. He panted through parted wet lips, as did you, and stared back at you as you both tried to catch your breath. 

“Holy shit, Tae” you breathed heavily through your words, breaking the silence of the room. Taehyung smirked as his eyes traveled down to your swollen lips.

 “Should I start wearing this more?” you asked, bewildered at his reaction.

He giggled, shy now compared to a couple of minutes ago.

 “Because if that’s gonna happen every time I wear it, I’m gonna wear it every fucking day.” 

A playful smirk met his lips, shrugging nonchalantly as his fingers began to play with the ends of your hair. 

“That’s definitely going to happen every time you wear it. I have no self control when it comes to you.”

You chuckled, shaking your head at him as your breathing began to go back to normal.

Picking his head up off the pillow, he lightly pecked your lips in a seemingly sweet gesture, until he suddenly licked a blunt stripe across your bottom lip again, causing you to place a soft slap to his arm as he cackled, thoroughly enjoying the reaction he’d gotten out of you. His head stayed thrown back against the pillows and laughs continued to spill out of his lips as you reprimanded him with a dramatic, “Kim Taehyung!”

His features relaxed as his laughs faded, bringing his hand from your spine to your hair, fingers softly tucking the strands behind your ear. 

You stroked your thumb against his jaw, Taehyung humming at your simple touch.

“I love you.”

The statement was soft from his lips, Taehyung staring up at you like you were the most fascinating thing to exist.

You smiled at him, leaning down to press a gentle peck to the mole on the tip of his nose. Taehyung scrunched his nose, giggling as he leaned into your touch.

“I love you too, you wonderful weirdo.”

#bts #bts writing #bts imagine #bts imagines #bts drabbles #bts fluff #bts x reader #taehyung #taehyung writing #taehyung imagine #taehyung imagines #taehyung drabbles #taehyung fluff #taehyung x reader #fanfiction #fluff #imagines

[twiceblackvelvet]

Username: xNotYourJoyx

A/N; hi. i have no clue where this idea came from. i don’t know why my brain always tells me to start more red velvet series’ randomly. but here is the latest spawn from it. this will have more parts to it because i’m interested in expanding on the dynamics of this trio plus i signed up for things that have since blown up my emails for this because i’m dedicated like that. anyway! enjoy. or don’t. idk anymore. 

It was only a suggestion.  A quick mention, really. “There’s this site, Seungwan,” is how it started. Except for that brief conversation spiraled rapidly into a whirlwind of curiosity and excitement. Perhaps, discussing the lack of sex life and the frustration that comes with that whilst you’re supposed to be busy working on the latest financial development wasn’t the smartest move, and yet, the conversation ended in a better resolution than she imagined when Joohyun had managed to pry the information out of her about why she’s been so on edge lately. 

On edge being both literal and metaphorical. Getting to the high is easy, however, toppling over into the rush of being able to feel the full experience of pleasure has been evading her for the last few weeks now. Nothing seems to do the trick and though you may think it’d be fun to simply keep trying, it’s starting to become an issue with the more extreme methods she attempts. So, it desperately needs to be fixed, just not in front of all of her colleagues who are idly typing away the dull workday. 

The rest of the day drags along. Nothing particularly interesting happens which Seungwan is grateful for, she could do without the extra stress. Though, she’s sure the new sponsorship to promote a dead-end product that everyone had warned their boss about will cause a headache in the future, she ignores the nagging feeling in the back of her mind. Joohyun was kind enough to buy dinner for the both of them which her stomach is currently grateful for as she’s certain her fridge at home is empty. But, watching her friend and colleague suckle on the ice cream bar she purchased for herself should not have resulted in her needing to press her legs together on instinct. 

Joohyun didn’t notice, or if she did, she didn’t say anything and continued to lap her tongue across the cold strawberry flavored ice cream. Probably for the best. Nothing good ever comes from getting too involved with people you have to work alongside every day, even if that person does look like Aphrodite herself. The awkward looks between you both, everyone else knowing that the two of you have slept together but are now deciding on which color scheme to use for an advertisement, it just isn’t something that Seungwan wants to deal with. So, she and Joohyun will have to remain platonic. Unfortunately.

It’s late by the time she gets home. The hallway lights leading up to the apartment door flicker every few seconds and the apartment across the hall has the television turned up loud enough that Seungwan is sure they’re trying to let those in hell hear the latest episode of whichever show they’re currently watching. The keys in her hand rattle as she unlocks the stiff door that barely wants to open anymore. The loudness doesn’t disappear once she closes it behind her but it’s home and somewhere she can erase the feeling of being stuck, in more ways than one. 

The latest routine of ordering in unhealthy food that is slowly destroying her insides, a cold shower to wash away some of the exhaustion, and then listening to the same songs for about an hour feels almost robotic but it’s what she’s grown used to now. Once the darkness begins to creep in across the apartment, cold air making the hairs on her arm stand to attention and the neighbors suddenly growing quiet, it’s the small bed in the corner of the room that calls out and the only thing echoing inside her head. 

Well, it would be, had she not suddenly recalled Joohyun’s description of a site where many people frolic and entertain those who perhaps need a little extra help with their more sinful needs. She moves on auto-pilot toward the jacket hanging on the coat rack and reaches into the left side pocket for the small piece of paper where only the web address is scrawled upon it in Joohyun’s perfect handwriting. The laptop she bought years before and barely runs anymore rests on the dining table she never sits at, closed, and with a line of dust taking up home upon it. Grabbing it, she plops herself down onto the bed after removing her dressing gown and the towel around her hair which has long since dried and throwing it into a corner of the room to be cleaned up tomorrow. 

Her fingers trace the keyboard idly, never pressing in a single key, simply going back and forth over the letters whilst her brain tries to decipher if this is something she wants to try out. 

“Fuck it.” She thinks. Soon enough, the site is loading, slowly, and asking for her to confirm she is of legal age to enter it. 

The screen finally loads and brings up a bunch of profiles under the “popular” banner. To say that the sight of all the various people before her is overwhelming would be an understatement. A sidebar reveals that she can choose a category as well as filter out specific things that are not of her interest. Some of the categories are the standard you would expect, for example, she immediately filters to only see profiles of women. However, others are a little more out there and specific toward what Seungwan assumes are people’s fetishes. A lot of them are things that she would never consider a person could find interesting sexually, and yet, the option is right before her. She ignores the curious voice inside of her head telling her to click on some of them. 

A screen full of women now presents itself in front of her. All of them are beautiful and there’s a whole variety to choose from. The profile pictures range from selfies where they’re simply smiling to some of them being without clothing whatsoever. She scrolls for quite some time simply admiring all of the choices before her until one, in particular, captures her attention. 

Wide dark eyes with hair of the same shade of brown, plump lips that are sporting a small smirk that’s both enticing and teasing. Part of the girl’s neck is on display for Seungwan to imagine herself kissing and biting softly. Without hesitation, she hovers over the username and clicks onto the profile. 

“xNotYourJoyx” she repeats mentally a few times. 

The next page reveals a sign-up box that doesn’t allow Seungwan to venture any further. She’s quick to type in her email address, a username not as clever as she would like and the same password she uses for everything else. The next step is to add her bank details in order to be able to subscribe to various pages. She hesitates at this portion realizing that it’s probably very easy for people to fall too far down this rabbit hole. Thus she promises herself not to subscribe to anything until she’s 100% sure. 

After completing her profile, she’s brought back to the girl she assumes is named Joy or at least uses that name here. Her subscription rate is the first thing to appear. Her price is low Seungwan thinks, around $10 when she was expecting something far higher based on the type of content Joohyun had told her the people on the site create. The next part is an Amazon wishlist with various items in it ranging from hair extensions, expensive perfume, and medical equipment? She must be a nurse, Seungwan thinks. 

Further down the page reveals a VIP service which is more expensive than the standard subscription but allows for you to request specific pictures or videos. There are rules that come along with it which Seungwan reads multiple times over. 

Don’t ask me to say or tell you anything personal about me, we are not friends. You don’t know me like that. 

No, you can’t have my Instagram or any other social media so don’t ask. 

Don’t be a dick. 

My amazon wishlist is not for me. I am not a doctor. But I’m down to dress as one for you if you’re into that. 

“Well, that clears that up I guess.” She thinks. 

For the next ten minutes, Seungwan simply scrolls through the free content on offer from Joy. A few shots of her without clothes but covering her body up with her hands or a sheet, all of which look professionally done which is surprising.  She’s captivated and drawn in by this girl a lot quicker than she thought she would be, she can see why Joohyun would recommend such a thing to her now. The possibilities are endless and there are no strings attached. It’s an ideal situation for both parties. 

Despite making the promise to herself, she’s quick to subscribe to Joy’s feed but ignores the large “upgrade to VIP” logo that’s glistening in gold below the payment button. It would seem strange or suspicious surely to her if someone new to her profile was suddenly paying for the premium option Seungwan tries to logic with herself. 

A few seconds pass as the page reloads itself before finally Joy’s profile is unlocked for Seungwan’s eyes to devour. The same type of photos as previously, however, without anything covering herself up. The same natural reaction to jam her thighs together that she felt earlier with Joohyun ends up happening again except this time she positions her hand under the waistband of her bed shorts. 

The further she explores everything Joy has posted the more the need to be touched becomes overwhelming Before she knows it her fingers are gently caressing her soft skin slowly yet with desperation. Many of the images have comments from other people praising the effortless beauty that Joy manages to convey with ease. Seungwan thinks that Joy must be someone with great confidence to display herself so openly like this. She wishes she too were able to picture herself in the way that Joy likely does. 

Her body aches for some release but once more she’s not able to reach the peak as the page of images suddenly comes to an end. Once more, the gold button for premium appears and tells Seungwan she’s reached the limit of what she can see. A blurring effect does a good job of hiding what follows next, however,  what it doesn’t do is stop her from being enticed further when she spots that Joy has also uploaded videos of herself, they are simply hidden from those on the basic subscription as her. 

Almost sub-consciously she finds herself going against every warning sign inside of her mind telling her that paying to watch Joy rather than just look at her is a bad decision, one she will definitely come to regret or become too attached to doing, and yet, it’s too late once she’s confirmed the upgrade and clicked onto the first video that appears. 

White background, likely a wall in her home, Seungwan thinks, until finally the girl steps into the frame with yet another smirk on her lips.  

“Hello, welcome to premium. Thank you for subscribing. I hope you enjoy all of the videos and pictures that only a select few of you will ever get to see. If you’re feeling even more generous please be sure to check out my wishlist. Now, let’s have fun together.” 

Her voice is silky smooth, Seungwan thinks. She replays the simple video a few times just to hear her make this decision sound like she’s part of an exclusive club where only she is invited, though, she’s aware that isn’t true at all. Joy likely has a ton of people paying to see the most intimate parts of her. The comments on this simple welcoming video are at 59 which means at least that many people have also fallen into the trap, though if Joy is the prize, Seungwan wonders if be tricked into paying extra like this is worth it in the end. 

She decides to read through some of them just to get a sense of how people communicate with her here. 

ksgeees says: can’t wait for you to send me my video Joy😏

canudoit2609 says: so hot🔥

r4bb1tfr13nd says: damn i should have subbed earlier🥵🥵🥵

speedzoom0408 says: YOU CAN HAVE ALL MY MONEY

HYUNSKY says: most beautiful girl ever 

Strangely, the latter comment is the only one Joy has bothered to give a reply to. 

xNotYourJoyx says: @HYUNSKY wow, thank you😳

The compliment is definitely correct and deserving of a reply, yet, Seungwan wishes she were the one to tell Joy such things and have her respond solely to her. Jealousy is a green-eyed monster and though she probably shouldn’t be feeling it toward a complete stranger, she does. The sound of the keys as she types out her own comment with her free hand that hasn’t been teasing herself is the only thing she can hear now. Not even the wind outside is able to pierce her eardrums and break her from this spell that Joy has put her under. 

Wannie2102 says: you are so perfect, Joy.

It’s simple and Seungwan hates it, but she simply must tell this girl something, anything, in hopes that she sees it and feels happy to be complimented. 

Silence now, nothing but the screen before her for light inside the cold bedroom. The list of videos, 71 in total, tempting Seungwan, taunting almost. Her left hand numb now from just resting against her own body whilst her right-hand clicks onto the next one in the list after the welcoming video. 

The same white background, however, Joy is positioned in the video as soon as it starts this time. Laying down on a black crushed velvet sofa in only her underwear. Her right hand gently caressing her breasts as she grunts out a few low moans. Her left hand in a similar position to where Seungwan is resting her own. The tired and slow circles in which she moves her hand causes her eyes to roll into the back of her head as Seungwan changes her own pace to match that of Joy’s on the screen. 

Her bed creaks with every movement of Joy’s that she mimics, the headboard bashing against the wall behind her whenever Joy quickens her pace and then sounds like a light drumming whenever she slows. The neighbor next door has definitely been awakened by the rhythmic sound of Seungwan rocking her body against her fingers. 

“You’re enjoying this, huh?” The words surprise Seungwan out of her reverie as it’s as if Joy is present and asking her specifically and knowing that she too is pleasuring herself as she is doing. Without even thinking she manages to gasp out a yes in reply that only she can hear, yet gains a response from Joy almost like she can magically hear her. “I wish I could watch you touch yourself to me.” she pauses to lowly moan. “For me.” 

The pressure rises between her thighs once more except this time her body allows her to release every bit of tension she’s had to keep trying to get rid of for weeks. Her entire body collapses against itself as she indulges herself in what she’s convinced is the longest orgasm to ever exist. Her legs shaking wildly as her arm tenses up and flex to make sure she feels every bit of her undoing. The sound of Joy finishing up her own continues to play in the background for further motivation but the deed has already been done. 

She rests momentarily, staring up at the ceiling as gentle pants fill the room both from herself and the laptop. Nothing else in the world matters at this very moment. However, once more Joy manages to surprise Seungwan with her telepathic way of just knowing somehow when to speak to her viewer. 

“Thank you for that, I hope you come back soon for more.” and then the video ends. 

A dark screen replacing the beautiful image of Joy just as spent as Seungwan feels. But, now she’s left to think about everything that has just transpired between herself, the screen and a girl she doesn’t even know. Guilt wells up in her chest and she slams the screen shut almost shattering the glass. “Why did you do this?” is the only thing that repeats inside of her mind. No longer focused on the pulsating feeling against her hand as she pulls it out of her shorts too fast and whips herself with the waistband which will no doubt sting in the morning.

Her legs shakily drag her body to the bathroom almost tripping over various clothes that have sat there waiting to be cleaned for way too long now. She turns on the shower for the second time tonight and steps into it, almost falling immediately. The cold water shocks her body into feeling something other than the after-effects of pleasuring herself. Scrubbing every inch of her body intensely and repeating inside of her mind that she’ll cancel the subscription tomorrow and never do anything like this ever again. She can’t. Joy is a stranger and she shouldn’t be doing these things.

By the time she’s finished almost burning her skin with the washcloth to make sure she’s rid herself of her sins and changing her fair skin to a reddish shade, the clock on the bedside table shows that there are only three hours before she’s due to wake up for work. The bed seems tainted now, so she grabs the blanket and sleeps on the sofa that is far less comfortable. 

Joohyun is definitely going to ask her about whether or not she used the site, definitely going to notice the dark circles under her eyes from the lack of sleep and will definitely draw up her own conclusion anyway no matter what her answer is. She tries her best not to think about any of this but there’s just a constant loop of the images of Joy, the sound of her voice, and the way she encouraged Seungwan to feel again. 

She dreams of dark hair and brown eyes that night and moans that could be the most heavenly sound in the world or a new addiction that Seungwan isn’t ready for but may not have a choice but to indulge in it. 

pt. ii

#red velvet #bae joohyun #son seungwan #park sooyoung #red velvet scenarios #girl group scenarios #irene #wendy #joy

[elitespacefreak]

PART ONE OF WHO KNOWS | What’s up, it’s ya horny girl Fetty Whap. Your response to last night’s thot made me so happy hehe. How was your day? I have three days off from work now and I’m SO HYPED FOR CHRISTMAS. Christmas as an adult feels different, but it’s still enjoyable. TONIGHT’S THOT OF THE NIGHT IS: Zim worshiping you uwu. Zim likes being worshipped. Obvi. But Zim is never opposed to worshipping you. You’re not only his loyal lover, you’re also his right hand.

PART TWO OF WHO KNOWS FROM FETTY WHAP | you’re also his right hand. Zim flies you up to the highest point of the town where the sky is clear and the city is so far out, the light pollution doesn’t cover the stars. Zim starts your lesson with the constellations and major stars and planets you can see from Earth. He’ll need your help one day, so you should get a head start. You of course find it endearing and properly listen to all of his lessons.

PART THREE OF WHO KNOWS | After some time, he notices your cold, and he offers you a blanket. He likes how it makes you genuinely happy. He leads you back inside the ship. The sky is so clear and visibly through the stressed glass screen. You two sit in the pilot’s chair, cuddling one another. You enjoy the feeling of Zim’s face tucked into your neck, his content purring and small kisses keeping you at ease. He kisses down your neck, to your chest, and eventually he goes lower. ;)))

PART FOUR (maybe it's five i lost count OOPS) OF WHO KNOWS FROM FETTY WHAP | He kneels between your legs and helps you to shimmy out of your shorts. He grins up at you when you get flustered just at the sight of him between your thighs. He presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh before licking a long, agonizingly slow strip up your cunt. You’re mewling and trembling just as he plays with your pussy. He leaves kisses and licks all over your core before he attaches his lips to your clit

FINAL PART | He sucks at the little pearl and between the little suckles, he speaks such dirty praises. His tongue eventually stops licking little circles into the crevices of your clit. He slowly lets his tongue enter you, circling up inside of you. His nails would dig into your thighs as he pushes you into the seat, urging you to keep still as he has his way with you. WHOOOOO I wish I was YN right now LOL.🌞

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YYOOOOOOOOO OH MY GOD OKAY IM VERY AWAKE NOW asjdkahfhsjfhshfks I had a lovely day yesterday!! Got to celebrate my roommates birthday and we went rolling skating and I fell on top of my skate wheels so now there’s a huge bruise on my butt where I sit but IM OKAY and also we went axe throwing and that was dope af, and then a big dinner at a fancy steampunk chocolate factory~ ALSO IT IS ALMOST CHRISTMAS I mean yeah the holidays kinda suck as an adult sometimes and here in the subtropics we don’t have seasons so it’s a lot of extra work to get into the spirit of things. BUT IM JOLLY ANYWAY DAMMIT.

This was a biggin’ so I’m tagging this as a long post lmao I have lots of thoughts~ First of all, YES TO BEING HIS RIGHT HAND I’ve actually been thinking about this so much in the last week, like obviously while in a relationship he’d learn a lot about being domestic and stuff. But I think you would learn a lot about Irken engineering and taking care of the base and being able to work on simple things just so he had more time to do the hard or dangerous things.

I mean not to totally feed into my want to be a service sub for him, but I think that would be like your end of the bargain per se. Zim does a lot for you; he protects you, makes sure you’re well taken care of, looks out for you, lavishes you with affection, probably cooks for you, and overall handles the responsibility of being in charge. So what do you do? Make sure things are running smoothly. He’s a stickler for making sure things are done a very certain way, which makes it easy to learn exactly how to do things around the base, and once he really trusts you, you take the initiative to make your rounds and complete any of the small tasks he’s had to set aside because he was busy.

And I mean stuff like changing filters and power cores, updating system functions, cleaning out the storage rooms, maybe gathering supplies for a big project. He’s not gonna like let you clean his weapons or anything or do any real maintenance. But there’s always something to do, and I just really love the idea of doing those tasks as an act of service~

BUT YES OF COURSE HE ALSO TAKES YOU OUT IN THE VOOT TO LOOK AT STARS AND TEACH YOU ABOUT SPACE THINGS BECAUSE HE FUCKING ADORES HOW ENAMORED YOU ARE WITH IT. Like any time something cool is happening like an eclipse or an equinox or just the planets are doing something neat, he flies you out to look and gives you a few lessons on whatever is happening and he just fucking loves how you pay such close attention to him he gets so soft for you over that shit I can’t hes so cute.

But yeah it’s cold up there and he always has blankets to cuddle you in and covers your face and neck in kisses because it makes you blush and he knows you get warm when you blush so technically it’s helping. And he continues that logic because he’s a fucking horn dog and will spend at least an hour eating you out, smiling every time you moan or whimper and try to hide behind the blanket he gave you until he’s too desperate to wait and sits you on his cock while he snuggles you for warmth and purrs the whole time he fucks into you because you feel so good and he just loves you so much he can hardly stand it.

And then by the time you get back you’re asleep and he gets to be all paternal and tuck you into bed.

#asks #long post #the freak is in #zim #fetty whap anon #I love shit like this ahskdhafkshdks #I just love him SO MUCH

[wldthoughtz]

Mine

Roman Reigns Sm*t

"What do you think?" The stylist ask me as I check myself out in the mirror.

"Sandra you really outdid yourself! I love it!!" I reply smiling at her while adjusting the tiny shorts from my new ring gear.

"Thank you! I'm so happy you like it! Good luck out there!" She smiles at me walking out of my dressing room.

"Thanks," I call out as I fluff up my big curly hair and grab my championship before Making my way out of my dressing room.

"Wow lass! You look Devine!" I hear someone yell from down the hall followed by a whistle. Looking down the hallway I notice Finn and Seth checking me out.

"He's right doll you look ravishing!" Seth smirks as I make my way closer to them.

"Thanks guys!" I giggle twirling the end or my hair.

"Give us a spin lass" Finn smirks taking my hand and spinning me slowly giving them a full view of my gear.

Once I'm back to facing them I noticed Finn's lip is inbetween his teeth, while Seth has his hand pushed back through his hair and gazing at me in awe.

"Damn darling," Seth whispers pulling me to his chest pushing his front into me as Finn press himself firmly to my back and I immediately feel his prominent bulge against me.

"Woah!! Down boys!" I scold pushing away from both of them scowling.

They both smirk at me as Finns arms reaches out for me again but I manage to step back into a hard chest. I feel big warm hands circle my waist and notice Finn and Seth pale.

"Babyyyyy," I squeal out turning around still embraced to face my man.

"Hey sweetness," he smiles down at me before I pull him into a passionate kiss. One of his hands slip down from around my waist and squeezes my butt through the small shorts, causing me to gasp against his lips. I break away from him panting notice his smile turns sour when he glances back at our audience.

"Who am I fu**ing up first?" Roman growls out wrapping his arm firmly around my waist.

"Sorry Mate, we were just messing with her." Finn stammers starting to walk backwards.

"Yeah man harmless teasing!" Seth words rush out as he's stepping back.

"I clearly saw both of you put your hands on MY woman... If I ever see that sh*t again the demon king will be dethroned and the architect will need reconstruction." He snarled at them.

They both gulped stepping further back away from Roman and I.

"You puppies can go now, cus the big dog is here and this..." he squeezes my ass again making sure they could see,"this is my yard." He growls taking a step forward.

They both quickly take off down the hall, not daring to look back.

Turning up to face Roman I notice a scowl on his face as he stares down the hallway that they had scurried down. "Baby it's okay." I soothed him wrapping my arms around his waist.

He doesn't respond but breaks away and makes his way down the hall into my dressing room before coming back with my leather jacket. "Put this on and keep it on." He mutters holding my belt as he watches me slip it on.

"Let's go," He grumbled out, handing me back my title and intertwining our hands.

We made our way down through backstage towards the gorilla. As soon as we walked up Jinder Mahal was already in the ring and Alexa was walking out to do her entrance.

I looked up at him and saw a deep frown etched on his face as he gazed forward. "You know I don't like anyone touching what's mine." He grumbled out not breaking his gaze from the black curtain.

I released his hand and stood infront of him reaching up to cup his cheeks, "I know baby... but you know how they are. They wer-AH!" I squeaked as I was quickly pressed hard into to the wall next to us.

Romans hand kept me caged into the wall as he stared down at me with blazing eyes. "I don't give a fuck if they were playing or not! No one touches what's mine!! Not even you!" He growls down at me, one of his hands trails down and cups my mound through the thin shorts causing me to gasp.

I let out a soft moan as he puts more pressure on my mound. His face is directly infront of mine and his eyes boar into mine, "You Are Mine. And anyone who forgets that... Can get fucked up!" He snarled out before pressing his lips hard to mine.

The sound of his entrance music finally breaks him away from me, leaving me breathing heavily. He fixes his Intercontinental championship before he smirks at me and sends me a teasing wink as he steps out.

I'm still panting by the time I hear his music die down. I quickly compose myself as I hear my music start and I make my way out. "Two can play at this game Roman Reigns" I whisper to myself shrugging of my jacket.

I walk out of gorilla and fluff up my hair giving a flirty smile, before I strut down the ramp blowing kisses to the audience who are cheering and whistling. I notice Roman' fiery eyes dont break contact with me as I make my way up the metal ring stairs. He slips one of his legs on the ropes and sits down on it holding it open for me with his hand. I send him a wink before I slowly slip through, bending fully down and making sure my butt is pointed at him. I hear a low growl as I make my way to the ropes, strutting my pose and flashing my women championship belt.

I hand the referee my belt and make my way to our corner for our match to begin.

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"1...2...3. Ding, Ding, Ding." I slip through the ropes quickly as Roman rolls off of Jinder clutching his side as he stands.

"You did it baby!" I smile up at him as he pulls me into his side.

"No we did it!" He smiles down at me as the ref hands us our belts.

His music blasts through the building as we make our way backstage.

Roman pulls open the door to my dressing room and holds it open for me, "You sure you're good?" He asks looking down at me as I pass him.

"Baby I'm fine! I'll just be a little bruised tomorrow." I muttered to him as I pulled him down for a kiss before making my way inside. "If anyone should see a medic it's you, those ribs took a bad beating."

"Nah I'll just OD on painkillers later." He replied and I could almost hear the smirk on his face.

I herd the door close as I placed my belt on the vanity. I stood infront of the mirror checking out my outfit and pulling down the shorts that had risen up.

I turn and notice him layed back on the couch, his eyes trained on my body. His folded championship rested on his lap as he crossed his arms behind his head.

I swayed my hips as I slowly made my way to him. "You know... you haven't said anything about my new ring gear." I whispered lowly as I picked up the championship and swung it over my shoulder before sinking down onto his lap.

His hands immediately fell down to my waist as he pulled me closer to him. His prominent buldge pressed to me causing us both to grunt softly. "You look good like that. All s*xy and with my belt around you... I don't like the gear tho." He grumbled out in his deep sultry voice, "to much skin."

A small smile played on my face as I placed his belt on the side table next to us. My hands circled up through his hair. "I knew you wouldn't like it so that's why I picked it." I breathed out as I felt one of his big hands circle my waist and pull me tight to him so we were chest to chest. His other hand slipped into the back of my gear shorts and grabbed my bare ass hard causing me to gasp.

"Yeah?" He mumbled against my neck as he placed kisses on the side of my neck, "you like fu**ing with me. Hm?" He hummed suckling my neck, "I bet you like it. Seeing men drool over you... you like showing off this body don't cha? You like seeing me angry and jealous right?" He growls and squeezes my ass hard.

"Uhu..." I moan into his ear hearing him groan. "F*ck!" I squeal as he bucks his hips up into me. He presses his lips to me and ignited a fiery makeout session. His arms slip up my back and I feel his hand wrap around the back straps of my top before a loud snap echoes through the room.

"Roman!" I gasp out as I feel the support of my breast vanish. "Are you kidding me!? That was new!" I whine out causing his smirk to deepen. One of his hands grasps the loose fabric from inbetween my breasts and tosses it behind me.

A hard gasp leaves my lips as I'm quickly lifted into his arms and tossed back onto the coach.

His hungry eyes glaze my practically bare body as he begins to undress. Once he's completely bare he picks up my phone from out of the side table and lifts the camera to snap a few pictures of me. My teeth sink into my bottom lip and my hands reach up and cup by breast.

"Fuck... i just sent that to myself... that's definitely my new lock screen" I hear him breath out as he tosses his phone to the side and climbs over me.

His lips meet mine in a passionate kiss before they begin to trail down my body. My fingers dig into his brod shoulders as he places wet kisses down to my breasts. Once at my breasts he immediately attaches his mouth to one of my hard pink nipples, gently biting and sucking before licking around my breast and moving to the other side. My head flys back as moans and gasps leave my lips. Roman continued to worked my nipples, massaging one while busily lapping at the other.

A loud squeak leaves my lips as he bites down hard on one of my nipples and his hand flies up to cover my mouth. "Shhh!" He growls up at me. I nod my head against his hand and his lips continue down my body. His tongue slides out of his lips and it circles around my belly button causing me to arch off the leather coach. He's lips trail further down my body slowly.

My eyes are closed tightly as I bask in the sensation of his lips and rough hands on my skin. I feel his hands wrap around the band of my shorts to pull them down. The sound of tearing rips through the room causing my eyes to fly open.

"Roman!! Are you serious?! Again! " I growl at him. His only reply is a sly smirk as he tosses the shredded fabric.

He pulls my legs further apart and I hear him groan as he takes in my bare state, "damn... all mine." He groans running his rough finger down my slit. "All this sweetness for me." He growls out.

"Only you," I breath out looking into his lusty eyes.

"Damn right." He growls before lower his face to kiss me firmly on the lips before making his way back down my body.

"Romannn" I whined out as he began teasing me. He ignored my glistening center and kissed and licked my inner thigh, I felt his mouth travel to the other side where he licked and gently bit the inside of my other inner thigh inching closer to where I needed him most only to avoid it again. "Roman if you don't stop teasing me I'm going to go find Finn or Set-!" I moaned out loudly not being able to finish my sentence when he growled, burring his face deep in me.

His lips immediately started sucking on my clit hard before running his tongue up and down my wet slit. Gasping, I looked down as he extends his tongue and pushed it deep inside of me.

I felt him put his hands on my as* pulling me closer to him, he massaged my as* roughly while keeping his tongue buried in my wet slit. The intense pleasure he was giving me with his mouth made me feel like I was slipping in and out of consciousness and I could hear the slurping sounds emanating from between my legs. My hips were bucking wildly as I ground my mound roughly into his face. "Roman!" I gasped loudly at my first orgasm.

He held down my thighs as I tried to move away and he began to lick up and down my slit again not giving me time to recover. This time, he put two fingers inside of me and curled them upwards, while working his tongue over my clit hard and fast. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire. I always appreciated his talented tongue and how he drove me crazy. He was able to get two more orgasms before I finally managed to pushed him away.

While I was breathlessly coming down and trying to regain my senses, I watched him climb up over me before capturing my lips with his. His face and beard were shiny with my juices, and i felt his tongue plunged into my mouth, I could taste myself during our very erotic kiss. While his tongue was exploring my mouth, I felt his long thick erection press against the inside of my thigh and I suddenly realized that he hadn't come yet. I pulled away still breathless and pushed at his chest signaling him to move.

Yet he made no attempt to move, "Roman move let me-," I started before being cut of by his lips pressing down to mine.

"No baby we'll have time for that later tonight... right now I need you," He mumbled down at me stroking my hair.

I nodded up at him and his lips connected once again to mine. He took his shaft in his hand and I felt him run the head up and down my wet slit. I moaned softly into his mouth as he positioned himself right above my opening and slipped the head inside and then powerfully pushed forward, instantly opening and filling me. I pulled my mouth away from his gasping and moaning loudly in pain and pleasure. Almost instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started to slowly thrust in and out of me.

He began to move inside of me with a slow and steady pace of long even strokes. He moved forward and I felt his weight on top of me sensually crushing my breasts against his chest. I moved my hips up to meet his thrusts and began to see stars as I felt another orgasm rock my body.

Seeing my release, he growled and began pumping furiously into me. As he quickened the pace, I began to thrust my hips up hard against him. Both of us were grunting and sweating profusely as he f*cked me hard and fast. I started screaming as another powerful orgasm overtook me and my body shook almost uncontrollably as Roman continued his powerful thrusts.

Black spots began to take over my vision as I clenched and unclened around him. He groaned out and his thrust started getting sloppy. Her growled and bit into my neck hard as he came hard spilling his hot seed deep inside of me. He continued thrusting deep into me make sure I took every last drop before finally pulling out.

He sat up on the couch and pulled me up on his lap, Both of us panting and breathless. "You good?" He asked me tucking my hair ear.

Nodding I cuddled in his chest feel tiredness fall on my body. He kissed the top of my head and help me close to him. After gaining some energy back he dressed and left to his dressing room to shower and pack so we could head to the hotel.

I also quickly jumped in the shower and blow dried my hair. After I changed into a pair of tight denim blue jeans and a short cropped Roman reigns hoodie the covers barely below my sports bra. I paired my outfit with black thigh-high suede boots.

Once I had everything packed in my suitcase I heard the door open and a fresh, clean Roman Reigns glides in. He looked extremely hot in his tight black T-shirt and dark denim jeans. His hair was pulled back into a tight bun and the smell of his delicious cologne spread throughout the room.

"Damn Babygirl," he whistles coming over to me and spinning me before wrapping his hands around my bare waist. "Why do you always look so good? Huh?"

"Because I have to keep up with you," I smiled pulling him down for a kiss.

"Nah Baby you're way out of my league," he smiled down at me. "You ready princess? I knew you would take a little longer so my bags are already in the car. That way I can help you carry your stuff"

"Smart man," I giggled up at him stroking his beard. He chuckled and sent me a wink before leaving my side to pick up my suitcase. He made his way over to the door holding it open for me like the gentleman he was.

Once the door was closed he pulled my suitcase with one hand while is other hand tucked itself into one of the back pocket of my jeans. We walked down the long hallway to the garage and were met with Finn and Seth. Their eyes immediately landed on me. Their gaze grazed my body that was displayed in tight clothes. Roman pulled me tighter to his side, "See you chumps next week." He smirked pulling me along with him. I couldn't help the giggle that left my lips that caused Roman to chuckle as well.

We made it to the car and he loaded up my bags before joining me in the car. His hand was placed firmly on my thigh as he turned to face me, "Just so we're clear... I don't care what you wear baby. You have an amazing body that you work hard to maintain and you deserve to show it off... That is as long as you remember who you belong too." He mumbled leaning closer to me. "You got that?"

"Always," I smiled at him reaching over to place a firm kiss on his lips. "As long as you keep reminding me who I belong to," I breathed out against his lips.

A devious smirk made its way to his lips as his hand slid up to cup my mound, "That ain't no problem baby... as a matter a fact I'm going to get us to that hotel right now and remind you all night long who you belong to." He growled nipping my lips.

"I'm down with that," I winked at him. He shook his head smiling before cupping my chin and placing a delicate kiss on my lips.

Our lips broke apart slightly and he rested his forehead on mine. "I love you," I breathed out against his lips.

His smile grew wide as he placed another soft kiss on my lips. "I love you too laʻu masiofo (my Queen)," he smiled widely.

(I don’t own any of the Gifs)

#roman reigns x reader #roman reigns #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns smut #seth rollins #finn bálor #wwe imagine #wwe fanfic #roman reigns x oc

[yugyology]

A Crown of Fool’s Gold -1- | kim yugyeom (m)

Summary: You’re a commoner, he’s a prince. Two things that are never supposed to mingle. Modern Royalty/Soulmate AU

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: angst, smut, fluff(if you squint)

Length: 3.2k words

Special thanks to @kim-taetongue for beta-reading! <3

From a young age, you knew your way around a needle and thread. Whether it be embroidery or seaming and creating clothing, whether by hand or by machine, you knew how to do it. So much that, when your parents had died, you were kept in the Kim family’s household as a seamstress. It was a privilege that they trusted your hand over the multitude of mechanical replacements that were available currently. It was an ok deal, you got free food, housing, and a moderate pay in exchange for your talents.

The intercom on the other side of your room jingles, turning you away from your embroidery project. Picking up your phone, which was right next to you, you answer.

“Hello?”

“The Queen is requesting your presence.” Another maid says through the phone.

“Where?”

“The prince’s room.” Your heart drops through your chest at her words.

The Prince.

Yugyeom.

A voice in the back of your head tells to just ignore the orders and turn back to your project, but you would be out of your mind to disobey the Queen.

Your chair screeches as you push it back, arising from your desk. You can’t help but wring your hands nervously as you think about seeing Yugyeom again. His birthday had been a few weeks ago, and since then you were doing your best to avoid direct contact, ducking into closets and hallways when you saw him strolling around the mansion, sending other maids to help him with his tasks citing business with other affairs.

The sound of your shoes tapping against the floor echo the hallways as you make your way across the mansion to Yugyeom’s room. Your maids’ quarters are so far away from the royal rooms, but you’re thankful as the trek gives you time in your own head.

You had been friends with Yugyeom since childhood, back when he was just a boy who would rather play with his action figures than learn princely duties. When you had lost both your parents to a freak accident, you two had come even closer, practically attached at the hip. Even the awkwardness that was puberty could not push you two apart. It was around that time that you realized that what you felt for him was more than familial.

You’re the only girl he’s close to, you two were each other’s blank slates. You had first kissed each other at 12, lost your virginities at 16. How no one could see what was built and what was still building between you two was beyond you.

You care for him, deeply -hell, you love him- but you knew you two could never be together. He was the prince, and you were nothing but a lowly seamstress.

You’re standing in front of the entrance to his room before you know it. Taking a deep breath, you try to calm your galloping heart, before raising your hand and knocking thrice firmly on the door, the sound echoing the halls.

“You have to look handsome, the Park family is coming all the way from the east with their daughters to try and see if one is fit to be your wife!” You hear the Queen exclaim as the door is opened by a servant.

Your galloping heart seems to come to a stop.

Wife??

Yugyeom’s getting married?

You tell yourself that you should have seen it coming, but the news of his impending marriage still rattles you to your core. Had he seen other princesses in these past weeks when you had been keeping away from him? The thought of him giving his affection to anyone else, especially all these years, is enough to send your head spinning.

“You know Jinyoung doesn’t even like me, mom, the last thing he wants is to become my brother in law,” Yugyeom replies, glancing at you when he sees you walk to the room and bow politely.

“You requested me, your honor?” You ask, trying your best to keep your voice from trembling.

“Yes!” The Queen says. “Please, dear, take Yugyeom’s measurements for me. You know the poor boy just keeps on growing!” She giggles, and you smile back, doing your best to be polite even though you could feel Yugyeom’s gaze burning into your skull. “Now if you will excuse me, I must make sure everything is impeccable for the Park’s arrival soon, so I must leave. Come, DoHun_”

She struts out with the servant, leaving only you and Yugyeom in his room.

You do your best to remain professional, turning around and setting your clipboard and tape measure on his dresser. Turning back, you nearly leap out of your skin. Yugyeom had moved from his seat on his four-poster bed, now looming over you with his chest nearly pressed to yours.

“Y-Your highness!...” At the mention of his royal title, he scowls, turning around to sit back on his bed.

“Didn’t you promise to not call me that?” He scolds. The discontent on his face quickly fades when he sees the sorry look at your face.

“I…I’m sorry…” Is all you say, shutting down any other chance of conversation. “Shall we get started the measuring?”

A silence that walks the line between comfortable and awkward encompasses the both of you. You try your best to focus solely on your work, trying not to pay attention to the beauty marks on his face that are visible due to your proximity, or how beautiful is, or how oh no he smells so good­_

“You’ve been ignoring me.”

“So, you’re getting married?” You both speak at the same time, and you shut your mouth, waiting for him to speak.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” He repeats. “…Is it because of my mark?”

You freeze, thinking back to a few weeks ago.

           You’re jolted out of your peaceful sleep when Yugyeom clambers out his bed, falling to his knees to the floor, cringing in pain as he presses his hand to his waist.

           “My skin….it feels like it’s burning…” He grits out. You sink down onto the floor, forgoing your nudeness as well as his own to peel his hand from his skin. You’re not surprised as you see lines beginning to run across his skin, it was the early morning of his 21st birthday after all.

           His soulmate mark. You don’t know if you should be glad or disappointed. You do your best to feel indifferent, but you can’t help the flicks of anxiety and sadness that begin to stir in your soul.

Not everyone in the world had a soulmate, the population of those with soulmate marks and those without approximately equal. In all honesty, you didn’t know if you wanted to be his soulmate or not. If you are his soulmate, you ran the risk of being killed; the royal families were notorious for killing commoners that bore soulmate marks to heirs, as not to mess with political alliances. If you aren’t his soulmate, your life is spared, but at what cost? Perhaps at the cost of another life and the cost of whatever this was between you and Yugyeom being dismantled. Or maybe he would just never find his soulmate (which is sometimes the case) and would marry a princess like he’s supposed to.

 Either way, you lose the only person who matters to you and who cares about you. This is a lose-lose situation.

Of course, it’s because of your mark.

Yugyeom sighs, dropping the conversation as he shakes his head.

“I am preparing to marry, to answer your question. I’m getting to that age.” He doesn’t say anything else. A silence fills the room again, this time filled with nothing but awkwardness and unresolved tension.

You finish your work quickly, measuring and recording as fast as you can. Your hands tremble and your heart thrums in your chest as you do your best to collect your materials, ready to be out the door and away from the situation. Yugyeom does nothing but silently watch you measure, his gaze hard as stone.

“Well, that’s about it! I’ll go to the Queen with some ideas, and then I’ll have garments to you! Congratulations on your marriage!” You do your best to speak enthusiastically, but the happiness in your voice is stale and fake.

Turning on your heel, you head for the door quickly. Your hand brushes against the doorknob when Yugyeom calls out your name, and it hurts even more to hear the pleading in his voice.

But you can’t stay. Not like this.

Shutting his voice out, you fling the door open, not looking back as you let it close behind you.  As soon as the door clicks shut you book it, distancing yourself from him lest you act rashly.

The bright of your phone screen is the only light in your room, the text messages that had woken you up at 3 AM staring back at you.

[Yuggie] 3:04 AM

Please come to my room, we need to talk.

[Yuggie] 3:10 AM

Please…

You’re staring at Yugyeom’s door for the second time in 12 hours, your heart pumping like it was trying to escape from your chest. Flicking your head to either side, you confirm once again that the halls are empty, pulling out your phone to let him know you were here. You try to will your thumbs to move over the keyboard, but you’re frozen like marble, staring at screen typing nothing.

It was normal to anxious whenever you two had a late-night escapade, but your anxiousness never felt like this. Your heart was racing all the same, but instead of feeling light on your feet and sugar in your veins, all you could feel was your wax wings beginning to melt and being prepared to plummet.

The door creaks open, and all you can see on the other side is darkness before a hand latches onto your arm, pulling you in and shutting the door.

Before you can open your mouth to speak, lips are pressed to yours, and it doesn’t take even a second to decipher them as Yugyeom’s. He shifts, hands moving to cup your jaw as he kisses you harder. You reach up to grasp his wrists, getting drunk on his scent and letting the feel of him overwhelm you completely.

A whimper leaves your mouth when he pulls away, gazing at you, saying nothing as he catches his breath. Your mind is hazy, any attempts to sort your thoughts thrown out the window as he presses kisses down your jawline, suckling softly when he reaches your neck.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” Yugyeom pants against your skin. “Was just about ready to come get you myself…come on,” Yugyeom says as he takes your hands in his, guiding you to his bed. The silk of the sheets is cold against the skin of your exposed thighs as you sit, letting him kiss you again.

He settles on top of you, his hands pressing into the pillows under your head as he presses his lips to yours. His teeth sink softly into your bottom lip, and when you gasp he takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth, massaging his tongue with yours.

You’re lightheaded by the time he pulls away, kissing your neck again. A gasp slips past your lips, his hands cupping your breasts over your tank top. Yugyeom moans himself when he feels your nipples perk through the fabric, and he pinches them softly, his eyes drinking in the sight of you writhing under him.

“So sensitive,” Yugyeom mutters more to himself, but you hear him through your shortness of breath. He sits up so he’s kneeling over you, crossing his arms over his abdomen before peeling his shirt off. You feel your heart beat a little faster at the sight of his bare torso, his pajama pants slung low on his hips. His dandelion mark almost stares at you sneeringly, reminding you of everything you want but can’t have.

You pinch your eyes shut, not only to keep from looking at his mark but also because his hands are grasping your waist, pushing your undershirt up your body. Lifting your arms, he peels it off you, throwing it behind him without a care for where it will land.

“Oh!” Yugyeom presses his fingers into your core through the material of our shorts, rubbing softly. You spread your legs wider, digging your head into his neck as you feel your wetness soak through your underwear.

“God, you’re so…” He grits out, dipping his hand under your waistband, your wetness immediately coating his fingers. You feel your face heat up –hotter than it currently was-, he hadn’t even done much and yet he had this effect on you.

You swore there was no one else who could make you feel this way.

Only him.

The two of you stay like that for a while, Yugyeom running his fingers through your folds, occasionally rubbing soft circles into your clit or tracing your entrance; you breathing in his scent wholly, tonguing at his neck.

“Yugyeom, please…” you whimper, feeling like you were about to burst from all his teasing. How was he still so composed? “You’re killing me here.” He bites his lips at your words, pushing your shorts down your legs. You almost whine when he moves away, his heat no longer radiating from his body to yours, but you do nothing but watch as he also strips himself of his pants, positioning himself over you once again.

You feel him rub himself against you, and you bite your lips at the tendrils of flame that begin to flick in your abdomen.

“Don’t worry,” He whispers, kissing you softly. “I won’t keep you waiting any longer.”

“Y’know,” Yugyeom breathes, slowing down his thrusts into a slow grind, hitching your leg over his waist to be closer to you. You force your eyes open a fraction, taking in the sight of him over you. His hair, messy, whether from sleep or from sex, you didn’t know. His lips are bitten red and his eyes are on you again, this time his gaze soft and full of emotion. You hum, letting him know you’re listening. “Sometimes I think you’re the only person who cares about me like actually cares about me.” He groans when you clench around him at his words. “What, does that turn you on? Naughty girl.” He teases, smirking as he watches you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. Licking his lips, he takes a few deep breathes, trying to compose himself.  “My father, I barely even know him, and my mother, well, all she cares about is me getting married. Even with my mark…I almost think_” He stops himself short, pressing his lips together, almost as if the words would come whether or not he actually wanted to say them.

  “Almost think what?” You ask, breath hitching when Yugyeom’s hand that was behind your knee now cups your breast instead, and you find yourself lost in pleasure once again as he thumbs your nipple, sending bolts of electricity flickering throughout your body. He was obviously doing this to avoid finishing his sentence, but you can’t seem to care too much, especially when picks up the pace of his hips again. One of your hands reaches out for something, anything, to keep you grounded to Earth even as Yugyeom sends you up into the atmosphere. The skin of his waist is steaming hot against your hand, and you glance up to see that under your hand is pressing against the dandelion mark that is etched into his skin.

  The mark of his soulmate.

  You clench your eyes shut, not only because you don’t want to think about Yugyeom’s soulmate - whoever they are, the likelihood that it’s not you - but also because Yugyeom’s hand had left your chest, trailed down your abdomen, and begun to rub hard circles into your clit.

  “Mmph_ oh god!” Before you have the chance to open your mouth and moan again, he kisses you, silencing you effectively.

  “Shhh…” He whispers in your ear. “We don’t want to wake up everyone in the house, do we?” He presses his lips to the sensitive spot behind your ear. “The last thing we need is to be caught.” He laughs breathlessly “We’ve almost have been a few times, remember?” Even with the jumbled state of your mind, you don’t need to think hard to remember the late nights pressed together in passion against the walls of the less trodden passageways of the mansion.

  The combination of his fingers on your clit and the memories brought on by his words are enough to throw you over the edge, feeling lightning start from your core and traverse your body. You bite your lip, not letting go even when you taste blood, doing your best to be quiet.

  “Yes! Oh fuck, I…I_” Yugyeom hisses out, tensing up as he feels you come around him. You do nothing but watch through half-lidded eyes as he pulls out, not even a second to spare as he loses himself, his cum hot against your inner thigh.

  The silk of his shirt is smooth and cold against your skin as he wipes you off. You do your best not to look at him because you knew if you looked at him you would say something rash and both of your futures would be at stake.

  Yugyeom flops down onto his bed, obviously exhausted. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he doesn’t hesitate to cuddle, pressing his firm chest to your back and nuzzling his face into your neck.

  “Mmm…thank you.” He whispers, sounding fully depleted of energy. “Thank you for making me feel better. I love you.”

  Your eyes that were beginning to close snap open, unease beginning to flood through your vines. Had he really just said that? Judging by his stillness and his breathing, he had fallen asleep directly after saying that, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

  The burning sensation on your chest is painful enough to make jolt out of your rough sleep. It’s like there are hot pokers being pressed into your skin, and it only gets worse when you fully awake. What was happening to you? Glancing over at Yugyeom, you see that he had luckily rolled over in his sleep, his back now facing you, not perturbed by your sudden movements. You get out of his bed as quietly as you can, scrambling for your clothes and for your phone. Turning it on, you wince as the brightness of the screen burns your eyes. It was 4:45 AM, not long after your rendezvous with Yugyeom. Although the skin of your chest is still burning, you feel a chill run down your spine as you notice the date.

  Your 21st birthday has come. How had it crept up on you with you noticing?

  The burning sensation is your soulmate mark forming.

  Turning on the lights in Yugyeom’s bathroom and shutting the door, all you do is watch as the stark lines crawl along your skin, just under your breasts in the center in your chest.

  A five-point star is formed first, then a pentagon as the points of the star connect with each other more lines connecting the points of the star with each other. Then, another star, a mandala pattern forming slowly but surely. All you can do is watch on in horror.

  The mark is the same as Yugyeom’s.

  You are Yugyeom’s soulmate.

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Royalty Pt. 2

Summary: Calum's life is hell without you. 

Weeks passed without much thought about the whole Calum situation. You didn't forget, no, it's impossible to forget that. You just tried moving on. Trying to live with the knowledge that hell existed (which surely meant that heaven did too) was a lot to handle. Work became your coping mechanism until he showed up.

Calum Hood knew how to make an entrance. His suit was tailored to cling against his muscles, each breath seeming to ripple the fabric. Money and power oozed off him as he strutted to the reception desk. He smiled his crooked smile at you, casually leaning on the counter. "I was in the neighborhood, thought I'd come say hi."

Glancing down to the computer screen and back up again, you nodded with uncertainty. "Well you've said it."

His laugh was raspy and so damn attractive. Fuck him and his devilish good looks. "I also wanted to apologize and offer to take you out to dinner."

"Last time was-" gossip already spread through the office, whispers of a handsome man in a fancy suit talking to plain old you "hell."

"I can promise it won't be." His eyes softened to that gentle brown you grew so fond of so quickly. "You can pick the place and insist on paying-I still will, not because I'm a man but because you don't get paid nearly enough and I know rent is due this week."

"How do you know-never mind, I'd rather not know." Calum was rather glad you ceased your question. If you ever truly wanted to know, he wasn't sure how to explain his empire consisted of demonic landlords who made Sweeney Todd look tame.

"It's entirely up to you. I won't pressure you."

Dinner was at a diner that had the best veggie burger in town. It didn't surprise him, not really, that such a sweet creature wouldn't eat meat. Nor was he surprised when you insisted he over tip the waitress. Or when you scowled at him for not finishing his food because "food waste is a real problem, Cal."

Cal. Only one good date in and you pulled out the softest for of his name like he was just a lad and not the king of hell. He wanted to hear you say it, you and only you for eternity. But eternity was a long time and this was just the first date.

First dates turned into seconds and thirds. Each time just as respectful, just as charming as the last.  Falling in love with him was just as easy as it could have been with anyone else, yet hesitation still held onto your heart. He didn't love you, surely. He couldn't love you. Or could he? You didn't know a damn thing about demons, but oh God did you want to learn.

Calum knew the hold he had on you-omniscient immortal being and all- and that's all that mattered to him. He knew you waited eagerly for his love letters in the mail, checked your phone every five minutes just to see if he'd reply, and slept soundly when he convinced you to stay just a little longer.

During those "just stay a little longer, sweetheart" nights that bled into breakfasts in bed, Calum asked you the question. He was practically worshipping you, full lips suckling up and down your skin, nibbling on your tummy when the question dripped out of his mouth. "Y/N," he took his sweet time moaning your name, breath shuddering, "would you come home with me?"

"We are home, Cal." You whimpered tugging at a curl to urge his worship to continue. The man was just too good, too sinful.

"You know this isn't my home." His brown eyes, already blown black with adoration, flickered red. "This isn't really your home either."

"Of course it is, my family's here." You pushed yourself up into you elbows and under the covers.

Calum snorted. "You only talk to your parents and while they love you, they don't get you, not like I do." Okay, so who cares if he had a point? Certainly not you, no, never.

"My job, I love it and I worked so hard to be here."

"And how much does your job pay you? Not enough to pay off those student loans." Tears were starting to sting. Why was he doing this? Why was he being so honest?

"Stop it, Cal." You sniffled waiting for it to continue, for you to get hurt. Much to your surprise, however, he gathered you into his arms.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry. Didn't mean to make my baby cry." His thumb wiped at the tears dripping down your cheeks. "Come on Y/N, don't cry. Just want you happy and if you're happy here, I'll let you go no strings attached."

Demons make deals. You read that somewhere online. Surely there would be a string or 10, a contract for your soul. "You mean that?"

Calum felt his heart, the human heart that no longer pumped love or blood, shatter. There was hope in your voice. You wanted to stay. More importantly, you wanted to stay away from him. This was love? This is what he spent a hundred years waiting for?

"I've never lied to you." He slowly released you from his arms, summoning his clothes to his reach. "I can't lie to you, not when I love you so much."

"Will you be mad if I stay? Will I still see you?" How fucking innocent you looked in bed with a cover clinging to your chest, nose red from crying, cheeks from pleasure.

Calum was silent, shaking his head as he offered a sad smile and snapped his fingers. His own tears held off until he was back in hell. He trembled with each step, desperate for something to destroy. "Ashton!" He screamed.

The demon appeared, eyes full of sympathy. "Calum, I'm so-"

"Save it! Just get the rack ready and put a soul on it." Calum needed to a release, especially now that his favorite one was gone.

You tried not to think of Calum and failed. You tried not to miss him and failed. You tried to move on from him and failed. You thought of him, missed him, and loved him more than anything. How? Why? Didn't matter, you didn't care. All you wanted was him.

You weren't sure if you bought the right candles or drew the pentagram right, but you held the summoning spell in your hand. Muttering the Latin words over a box filled with items you wished weren't that easy to buy, you desperately hoped it worked. A burst of wind gust through the room, blowing out the candles.

"Y/N?"

Jumping from the floor, you turned encountering the man you had yearned for. He hadn't changed, you hadn't expected him to. His eyes crinkled around a smile, you always loved when he smiled. "You should know I haven't made a house call in years. Bit below my pay grade."

Throwing yourself into his arms, inhaling his smokey scent, you relaxed. A cheeky grin spread across your face as you nuzzled closer. "Well good thing this isn't my home then."

Calum promised himself we wouldn't get excited. What's another broken promise anyway? "And where might that be?"

"I've got a great new position lined up, real powerful one in Hell." Kissing his lips softly, you murmured, "With you."

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