#that white uniform.... 👀

[oblivious-troll]

Finished the reference for my Jalim One Piece AU! Marine Jason/Fishman Pirate Salim

(Added a little bonus meme that wasn't there for the original sketch ✌️)

#my art #salim othman #jason kolchek #jalim #jason x salim #hoa #dark pictures house of ashes #house of ashes #hoa au #house of ashes au #one piece au #fanart #the outfit Salim would wear in this au is the one in the bottom corner #I wanted to show off his scaley chest in the top corner drawing... I also just really wanted to draw his b○○bs 👀💦 #I used a reference for what colour Catfish were but I added a bit more green tones 😅 #I really don't like the marine uniform because it's so white :/

[xo-cod]

You mentioned in your nsfw poly task force post that they can fight over reader when they get ansty enough 👀 wanna put some details?

"you had her last time we came back!" "and i need her again!" "this is ridiculous, she's mine!" "oh like hell she is"

you've never seen those four go head to head like this, neither one wanting to back down. bodies stiff and rigid, muscles tense, hands poised ready to strike if needed. gone is the calm and rational side, they're no longer thinking with their minds. they each have an individual need to mark you theirs, any competitor coming in the way of that must be erased and defeated promptly.

after a long gruelling day, each man only had you dancing on his mind when he came back to the barracks. though he hadn't anticipated that the rest of his team would've been after the same damn thing like he was. the tension was incredibly thick, it could've been sliced with the blade strapped to their uniform. four sets of eyes narrowed at one another, daring the other to make a move.

the team was as thick as thieves, their bond stronger after withstanding years of unspeakable horror and pain. but they had a weakness, that was you. all bets were off when it came to you

price's face is set in a hard stare, his jaw clenched as he eyes his team with pure warning to stay away. to keep out. to not get too close with business that didn't concern them

ghost was silence, his huge broad form straight to warn them off like enemies. his face hidden behind his signature balaclava but his brown eyes drowning with contempt. challenging each and every one of them

soap's hand clutched tightly around his vest, his knuckles turning white as the agitation grew only higher in his body. his eyes burned through all his team, biting his tongue in order not to cuss them out

gaz was fuming, daring one of them to move an inch before he lunged. his eyes had blackened with pure need for you mixed with the anger he was feeling from each of them and the audacity they had

but its clear that tonight, there was no sharing. he needed you for himself and each one of them was determined to make himself the worthy winner of the night

#asks #idk if this was what you wanted sorry 😭 #simon riley #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #141 x reader #task force 141 #cod 141

[ackerpotato]

So you like a man in uniform?

LMAO YES

#i like a man in AND out of uniform 👀 #but gosh #suits #uniforms?? #bye #I’m done #the white gloves?? black gloves??? holy fuck #suz gets love #suz’s inbox

[writefightandflightclub]

Release: Duke Leto x fem!reader

Don’t mind me, just thinking about being used like Duke Leto’s personal stress toy. 👀

Warnings: smut, minors DNI.

A/n: This isn’t really a full fic, more another “here’s what I’m thinking about right now” sorta deal. I swear I’ll write a “proper” fic soon. For now here is my very hastily typed train of thought about ever so selflessly serving the kingdom, via delivering a little… stress relief to your Lord. (Fucking. It’s just fucking, basically.)

The Duke arrives back to his quarters, returning from a fraught council meeting. The fate of Caladan is resting on his shoulders, and hours of negotiations are proving -so far- entirely futile.

He’s evidently tense, muscles taut and coiled, brow heavy, mouth curved downward. He’s silent, his words seemingly compressed, held deep beneath a layer of frustration. He enters the room and storms to his desk, standing over it and pressing his palms into the surface, shoulders hunched over and head hung low. He does not acknowledge you but you approach him; cautiously. Not because you fear his stony demeanour, the breaths seething from his flared nostrils. His hands clenching into the surface of the desk. You never fear him, but you do seek to ease his transition. To ease him towards the relief you can provide him.

You step up behind him, slotting yourself against him, resting your head in the spot between his shoulder blades. Working some of the tension from his tight muscles with your hands.

As soon as you touch him, it is instantaneous, as though he cannot pause. His words still not coming but his body working on his behalf, his broad hands seeking you out. Grabbing you. Manoeuvring you. No time even to kiss you, to look at you.

His fingers raking clumsily and urgently at the hem of your skirts as he roughly folds your body over the desk edge. Pushing you down. His shaking fingers clawing at his own belt buckle, air seething through his teeth as he contacts his throbbing, painfully hard length. He needs you. Needs you like this, with your tits spilling out of your dress. The meat of your hips and ass grabbed up in his clawing palms.

Fuck he needs you.

The council are so rigid, so resistant, and you? You are so… soft, flesh so forgiving. So pliant for him, so easy, moulding to his every whim and desire. He grunts again, no words still as you hear him spit, and you cry out in surprise as you feel the sudden slick of his warm fingers as he applies this cursory lubrication to your heat.

“My Lord,” you purr, all too willing to fulfil him. “Working so hard for the Kingdom. Let me help you relax.”

He needs no encouragement.

You yowl as he fills you. Roughly, and sudden. All the way to the hilt, spreading you open on his girth. You stretch your arms out before you, fingers splayed and tightly gripping the opposite edge of the desk to brace yourself as your thighs are shunted against the other - an all too pleasant bite.

You moan for him, the sound liquid, so smooth, so soft, so compliant, and so at odds with his rigid, unforgiving thrusts. With the hard shape of his frustration, and your slickening cunt offering no resistance.

The Duke presses his hand to the centre of your back, pinning you, your cheek crushed against the table, moans covering all of his official papers like a balm over the abrasion of his duties.

Leto snaps his hips then, slamming himself into you, thrusts needy and oh so careless. So desperate. He grunts as he fills you, stretches you, with no care for anything else but his relief.

He slows. Only for a moment. A slow, tantalising drag out of you, his swollen head notching him inside as you hear him -you think- relinquishing his uniform jacket to the floor, buttons clacking against the tiles. You imagine the sight behind you of Leto in his white, open-collared shirt, the hem billowing over his full, clenching ass cheeks as he resumes his thrusts, working you at a brutal pace. You imagine the sweat gathering across the bared “v” of his chest, glistening on his skin.

He grunts again now as his thrusts become sloppy. Precarious, with the way the wetness is gathering between your thighs. Indeed, momentarily, he slips out of you, and he curses at the loss. Leans forward to gather up your boneless, pliant body, bringing your back to press at his torso.

You feel the tacky heat seeping through layers. Feel the rake of his beard and his hot breath against the back of your neck as he eases himself back inside of you. Slowly, slowly, slowly, with ragged stunted breaths against your skin.

Wraps his arms around your chest to pin you securely to him as he fucks into you - harder now, pace gradually climbing. At just the right pace. Pinning your trembling, waning body harshly between him and the desk edge. Fucking up into you so brutally now that the furniture is shunted across the floor; but he doesn’t stop.

Just keeps thrusting, up and into you so hard that the heels of your feet lift off of the floor, toes against the cold tiles. So hard that you almost tip forward from the force of it - would, if he wasn’t strong enough to brace you. To keep your where he needs you as he uses you like this. Like a stress toy. Like you only exist for his relief.

Then, you feel a soft, deep, shuddered moan bloom against the nape of your neck. He bites you there, against your throat, teeth marking and mouth sucking as you feel him convulse inside of you. As he shoves himself and his seed up into you so deep, like he never means it to find its way out.

You come with him, your release moulding around him, clenching down on him, and dragging further aftershocks from him. He shudders against you momentarily, and you feel all of the tension drop from his body, shed like his layers.

A soft hum and a soft kiss is applied to your sweat-tacky neck as he releases you; gently - ever so gently now - draping your limp form over the desk as your ragged breaths continue to flare in your rib cage. You slow your breathing. Enjoy the lingering bloom of residual pleasure in your centre, your core honeyed and dripping.

When you feel able, you turn to him again, perching yourself on the desk and facing him. Wanting to see him undone for you, but finding him redressing in his uniform - and his composure - instead.

Ah. It becomes suddenly clear to you. “The Council is still ongoing?”

That niggle resettles in his brow. “I stole a moment, but the negotiations will not cease.”

“And you will return with your dick wet?”

His hands reach for you again, but this time, it is to cup your face tenderly. To look down, with amusement, at your skirts all in disarray. Your breasts spilling from your corseted top, and he dips to gather you with a broad palm, freeing you and mouthing softly at your nipple, beard brushing against your tender flesh. You see the ghost of a smile cross his features, despite his busied mind and mouth. “I will return the better for it.”

Mouthing at you more hungrily now, Leto dips quickly to your heat, settling his head under your skirts and sealing his warm mouth over your heat like he’s well aware he’s running out of time. He shivers a tongue through your folds, tasting you. Your core throbs as a resonant hum bleeds through your centre.

“I must go,” he says regretfully, straightening up. Buttoning up his jacket - and his composure.

“Wait, my love,” you call, before he turns away. He obliges, and you make quick work of it, smoothing the undone curl - which has fallen across his forehead - back into place. “Perfect.”

He does not smile; but his eyes do glow for you. “If a conclusion is not yet reached, we intend for another recess at ten.”

His meaning is quite clearly implied, and you are eager for it already.

“I’ll be waiting, my Lord.”

You send him away to fulfil his duties, all the better for you having fulfilled yours.

Truly, it hardly seems like work at all.

#duke leto x reader #duke leto Atreides x reader #leto atreides x reader

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

White Knight Ithaqua who has feelings for a low-nobility reader (who does also like him a bit) 👀 she's the last living heir of the dying family line, and about to be married off by her desperate father to a cruel husband for the money the sustain their status. She cares nothing for status, and knows of both Ithaqua's fearsome reputation and feelings for her...so she asks him to kill her father, so she'll be free of that fate, and in exchange she'll happily be with him.

heheheheheheh

Rated Mature | Warning: none

Ithaqua with the purple blue lipstick save me

“Ithaqua.” You stand in front of him as sits on the chair in the room, his legs open as he relaxes— Content like a cat after being fed a treat. The wedding, the union between himself and you, is complete. Finally, he has you! The lady of his dreams, the only person alive who knows him as a boy who was once shy and gentle. You promised to marry the boy who lived in the woods with his mother, she was the maid you liked the most. Red hair she would let you braid as she would teach you how to read, her smile bright and you try to match it. She was a sweet woman who was like a mother to you while your father was being a fool. Your mother died not long after you were born, the rumors say your father had her killed for having an affair. An affair that was not true.

“Would you do anything for me?

Ithaqua, the fearsome White Knight, stares at you with eyes you know are to be full of a love that would scare anyone else. Without his helmet, you see the face, the change from the gentle to the sharp man who would cut down the mightiest of the White King’s enemies. His dark purple edging on blue-painted lips formed a Cheshire grin. He stands up and snatches you close to him, his hands on your waist as his forehead touches yours.

“Anything.”

You use one hand to guide him to touch your ass, your other hand beginning to open his uniform, and you angle your face to brush against his lips as you speak. “Will you kill for me?” Softly asking with your eyes locked with his.

Your father used to be of high status before his greed got the best of him. He plotted with others to overthrow the White King with the assistance of the Black Monarchy. He was able to worm his way out of an execution and keep some of his status. All he had to do was easily betray those who were trying to betray the kingdom. You hate him for using you as a way to remain in the good graces of the White King. The White Knight was gifted you, an offering to a monster expected to devour you.

“Within reason.” He moves in to kiss you but you pull back. A warning growl but his grin never fades, “Does murder get you off these days, (Name).”

“No, this is not a murder but a way to free your wife.” You tilt your head back as he attacks your neck and squeezes your ass, “My father. I want him to be cold on the ground by tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Then he laughs, “No honeymoon?” Licking the column of your throat before biting into the side marking you as his.

“If you kill him fast enough you can return to me with his blood on your hand and claim me.”

He moves back to look at your very serious face, his grin gone as he is surprised to hear the hatred in your voice, “You’ve changed.”

“Not willingly, I wish I was still the girl who would chase you to play with me.” You yearn for her, for the woman she has turned into these days. Cold and calculating, your loyalty is to the kingdom and now your husband. “Will you free me?”

“Free you? This will only lock the last shackle to me.”

“So be it. You still love me, I know you will not toss me to another.”

He hums before going back to marking your neck, “In silver and blood you are bound to me.” Silver for the ring and blood for the man who will die tonight.

#asks #idv #reader insert #ithaqua x you #ithaqua x reader #idv ithaqua #identity v ithaqua #idv x you #idv x reader #idv night watch #night watch x reader #night watch x you #identity v night watch #identity v x reader #identity v #identity v x you

[satorubrain]

Back again 👀👀👀

How would Gojo react if his s/o dressed as him? Like he’s back from work or he walks in on them- can be up up you!

I can imagine the reader giggling to themselves while trying not to trip over Gojo’s trousers BC WHY IS HE SO TALL???

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Tags: Fluff, crack, reader is implied to be short but lets all agree that Satoru is just a fucking buff giant. Why is he built like that. I'll stop ranting-

Synopsis: Gojo sees you cosplaying as him

A/N: I had to add stupidity to this.

"Perfect!!" You exclaim styling your white hair wig. Now all that's remaining is, do work with Satoru's humongous clothes. He was already giant yet his uniform is fucking baggy, which just increases your problems.

The amount of pins you had to use to make his pants fit you already have your hands aching. His top is a fucking dress and you think you're gonna cry. But it's too late to stop. Continuing to put on the white mascara on your eyelashes and checking if the blindfolds fit you-

"FUCK YOU SATORU" You scream trying to get rid of the anger his size is giving you. You just want to get ready before he arrives home. You just tear up the blindfold since you're now too lazy to make proper adjustments, it's just easier if you tie up a knot.

Finally, you put on the ridiculous wig. Yes, it's absolutely absurd that you decided the wig hair length should make up for the difference in height.

Oh lord this get up is hilarious. You're shaking trying to control the laughter while looking at yourself in the mirror. Unwilling to ruin your mascara, you decide to get up and wait for Satoru in the living room. You text Satoru that you "need him" before putting on the blindfolds again, manspreading and sitting like him with a wide smile anticipating his arrival any time now.

It doesn't take him more than twenty minutes to hurriedly unlock your door. But this is not what he was envisioning, nonetheless he is not disappointed.

"Im hOO-" he stops mid sentence removing his blindfolds so he can properly look at you for a couple of seconds before bursting into his loud hyena laughter, clutching onto the door knob for support because lord you knocked the air out of his lungs in the most comical way. You would've looked so cute if it wasn't for that darned wig of yours.

"Laughing at the strongest? That's not a very good idea" You choke out trying to control your laughter, biting your inner cheek.

He's wheezing oh so loudly now and closing the door behind him, so he can go to you and sit beside you. He fails to form any sentence whenever he even glaces at you- both of you are now trying to control your laughter, just wanting to breathe for a moment.

"C-can I have a pic-" He wheezes so loudly he starts coughing and at this point both of you have tears of laughter running down your face.

"Yes you may, my dear FAN" you yell the newfound nickname with your cracking voice sending the both of you into another fit of laughter.

It takes you both a solid while to calm down before he can have a photoshoot with you while recording the entire thing with another camera so he doesn't miss out any moments.

You both also record a tiktok with team rocket's motto, but instead of meowth there's an abrupt cut of you tripping over his damned long pants and your wig falling off your head with a screech and him trying to save you- the video goes viral overnight.

What others don't see is how you tripping caused a loud rip of his pants from your toe till your knee as the stiff wig falls with a thud on the ground and you both are rolling on the floor laughing again.

You best believe this man has tucked away the clothes you wore today, as he would say, "to keep the memories safe" but lets ignore how he made the wig a table decoration.

I'm 5'3- so imagining a whole foot long wig standing is fucking killing me.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[MASTERLIST]

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo imagine #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojo fluff #jjk x reader #gojo fanfic #satoru gojo x reader #gojo crack #gojo satoru crack #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk x y/n #jjk drabbles #jjk crack #gojou satoru x you #gojou x you #gojou x y/n

[katnissmellarkkk]

now i realize it doesn’t explicitly say so but am i wrong in assuming this passage implies the kids wear school uniforms?

“Today [Madge’s] drab school outfit has been replaced by an expensive white dress, and her blonde hair is done up with a pink ribbon. Reaping clothes.”

if so… someone should draw katniss (and maybe peeta 👀) in their school uniforms 🥰

#I’m thinking it would be very traditional like girls wear like a gray or brown skirt and white shirt boys brown / gray pants white shirt et #etc I meant #anyways just some thoughts and maybe a little requesty #thg #Hunger games #Katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #madge undersee

[iznsfw]

Eunbi and Taeyeon threesome where Taeyeon unnie teaches Eunbi how to properly please her man 👀

In Absentia Lucis, Tenebrae Vincunt

Part two of Dulce Periculum | Previous Part | Next Chapter

Girls Generation's Kim Taeyeon x IZ*ONE's Eunbi x Male Reader Smut

10,144 words

Categories | sex-ed_professor!Taeyeon x valedictorian!Eunbi x student!Reader, mommy kink, lesbian sex, squirting, breeding

Content warning | teacher/student relationship, age gap (all legal, needless to say), slapping, degradation

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This piece is edited by and dedicated to @midnightdancingsol and @capslocked, two of my favorite writers. Thank you so much, I appreciate it! Originally had a different plot, but ideas hit, and I've been working on this ever since. There wasn't supposed to be mommy kink here, but then I realized that no one has written Eunbi calling someone mommy here before, so I wanted to try that but with my top two, Taengoo ;) IZ's best girls coming your way... now!

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The clock says 10 AM sharp, and the skies are a warm sight of lively blue. Morning has long been here, yet for Kwon Eunbi, it’s an hour she can view as nighttime. With the school uniform keeping her warm from the wind of the powerful air-conditioner, she feels right at home. For once, she cares not for paying attention to lectures or reprimanding her classmates’ buzzing conversations. For once, she puts herself first—not her schoolwork, not her classmates, but her.

It’s not like she can continue her usual routine of studying  even if she wanted to. Her body’s worn from endless days of studying and playing. Her forearms, formerly milky white, are now peppered with purple bruises. With the number of textbooks she’s flipped through under a flickering lamplight, it’s likely that she'll need to replace the lens of her round prescription glasses. 

Still, she’s Sleeping Beauty herself. Chocolate hair falls messily but prettily over the pillow she rests on (AKA your arm) as she finds solace in slumber. The softest of snores barely make it past her full lips pressed together. 

You gently rock her side to side, admiring how pretty she is even when she’s resting. 

Too bad she's sleeping due to stress.

During class. 

For a girl like her, classes are a lifeline. School in general is. She would never dare fall asleep in class. However, here’s the deal: she’s been put through stress harsher than the healthy amount (stress can be healthy, you’d argue, because if someone has nothing to stress about, then surely they aren’t alive?), and she’s starting to give out. Her grades start to stagger as time goes by. She almost passed out during volleyball training and could barely button her uniform right for school because of how tired she is. Eunbi’s leading the volleyball team for your senior year after all; it should be expected, but it just isn’t fair for her, and especially not for you, the one you’d argue cares for her the most. 

Seeing her tired and battered makes you refuse to rouse her. She deserves the rest, more than anyone. 

Jo Yuri, the annoying kid in class sitting at the desk beside you, thinks otherwise. She raises her hand high in the air mid-discussion of the importance of condoms, attracting the attention of your teacher. 

“Professor Kim!” says Yuri; she stands up proudly. Roll your eyes at her, warning her to stay in her lane, but when has Jo Yuri ever done that? She quirks her brows back at you mockingly.

Kim Taeyeon glances at the girl's direction. Shit. Wait, she might have missed her—she’s looking back at Yuri with an inquisitive look. “Yes, miss Jo?” she asks. 

“Eunbi is sleeping.”

“I see that,” says Taeyeon simply. She looks at Yuri from behind her gray-framed glasses with a slightly squinted look. “Anything else less of the obvious I should be informed of?”

A few small chuckles pass around the room. Although people won’t say it directly to Yuri, they all revel in her humiliation. Yuri’s the definition of a brat, and not the good kind. Her parents have funded the school's activities for decades, and because of that, she thinks she’s got a one-way ticket out of anything.

Unfortunately, you aren’t the train conductor. You can’t usher her away for every passenger’s convenience.

“W-well,” Yuri answers, a little unsurely now, “isn’t it basic class etiquette to be alert for discussions? You can’t make an exception for her.”

Taeyeon’s lips create a small, sarcastic smile. 

“Kwon Eunbi works hard, Miss Jo,” Taeyeon says. “If anyone deserves a cut of slack, I’d say that it's her, someone who’s been truly conscientious, and not one who doesn’t put in effort even from a place where most of it has been done for her.”

Yuri’s cheeks transform into two red roses. “B-but, but you scolded me when I fell asleep during class.”

“That’s because you’re not an honor student, Miss Jo.”

The quietness is almost death-like. If it went on any longer, the classroom could become a graveyard. Everyone’s thinking the same thing. You can see it from the looks in their undead eyes. 

“Now, Yuri,” continues Taeyeon, smiling, “would you like to say anything else?”

“No, Professor.” 

“I thought so. Please take your seat.” 

Taeyeon lifts her gaze from Yuri. She then addresses all of you, the calm yet piercing look in her eyes never fading. 

“It would do us well if the only interruptions my class will have from now on are insightful questions and answers. 

“Shall we continue?” 

The class murmurs in response, their words echoing in the room. Yuri glowers in her seat, suddenly taking particular interest in her manicured nails. Even from afar, you can see her red ears.

The combined choir of young voices responding to Taeyeon rouses Eunbi from her sleep. Her eyelids flutter, and she gazes at you with sleepy eyes. She still hasn’t registered everything. 

“Good morning, sunshine,” you say with a grin. 

Eunbi looks at her surroundings, then at Taeyeon, who’s continuing to teach. 

“Oh God, oh fucking fuck.” 

Suddenly, her notebook and pen are all on her table, clicked and open. She glances at you with panic in her beautiful face. “What did I miss?” she asks frantically. 

You don’t know how to tell her that you’ve witnessed a once-in-a-lifetime sighting: the annoying kid getting a taste of their own medicine. 

But you smile instead. 

“Nothing, babe.” You kiss her forehead. “A whole lot of nothing.” 

- 

“Class dismissed,” Taeyeon announces. “Have fun at the intramurals, everyone!” 

The class files out rather slowly. Some are caught up in conversation about her earlier scolding of Yuri, and others are still arranging their books into their backpacks. Whoever’s already taking their exits are yelling their goodbyes, waving at her cheerfully; she waves at them, too, with a kind smile of her own. Despite her strict upholding of rules in class and her no-bullshit approach to discipline, she wants to show her students that she’s still a good teacher. She remains the same: someone who wishes to make a healthy connection with her students. 

The last to leave are the boy and his little valedictorian of a girlfriend. It’s been a year since they two had gotten closer. Although they never officially announced it, Taeyeon can see the status of their relationship in the little things: their joined hands that draw envious looks, Eunbi's head on his arm, and the playful touches. It’s sweet seeing connections grow between her pupils, but she can’t help feeling a little... 

Jealous? 

Is that what it is? Taeyeon contemplates as she sits back down. 

Yes, she is jealous, but not because she misses the proud, youthful feeling of being an adult nearly out of high school. She misses those days, that’s for sure, but it isn’t the root of her feelings. (She’s certain—not entirely yet—that it’s because of their relationship. 

She’s only been teaching for a year, so she makes it a habit to catch a pretty face among the masses. For example, Kim Minju is pretty, but the honor student has a different kind of prettiness in her possession. It... attracts her. 

And so does the boy.)

Said boy looks at Eunbi expectantly whilst he waits at the doorway. He’s the delinquent, isn’t he? His wrinkled uniform is enough indication—the punks always dress like that no matter the dress code or situation. They could be at their grandfather’s funeral and they’d still dress like a missing kid who’s learned to adapt to the streets. 

“You coming, Eunbi-ya?” he asks her.

Does he ask her that privately? When he’s fucking her? When he’s pinning her down to the bed while her parents are out of town, as he gives her a hard and well-deserved pounding? He’d look so good doing that; he's far more attractive than he likes to make it to be. He’s nineteen, after all—boys are still like that at that age, even though they’re barely teenagers anymore. 

Taeyeon can’t take her eyes off him. She doesn’t know how to; it’s like they're permanently glued to his movements, like she's only capable of looking at him and nothing and no one else.

What do her moans sound like when he’s fucking her? 

Turns out she can, but only for the girl. She’s saying something to her boyfriend, but with how much she’s absorbing her—her body, her face, her cute little smile—she doesn’t quite hear everything.

Her moans would sound so pretty; she speaks so prettily that she’d sound good even when she’s below him. She’s a screamer, I bet, she looks like the type of girl who’d cry when— 

“Professor? Excuse me, professor?”

Speak of the fucking devil (... angel?). 

It was unusual of her to be caught by her students without her guard up. She has to remain focused. When those large, bouncy things are directly under her nose only restrained by a school blouse a tad too small, it’s difficult to. 

“Yes, Miss Kwon?” asks Taeyeon, brought back to Earth. 

“Um.” 

Eunbi has her hands behind her back. Her eyelashes flutter beautifully as she guiltily fails to meet her eyes, leaving much to Taeyeon’s imagination about a fictive good little Eunbi, who’d sit on her teacher’s plaid-skirted lap and say soft, innocent things like that and—and—

“I’m sorry for falling asleep in class,” Eunbi says in a small voice. “I didn’t mean to. I was just so tired, I… I couldn’t help it. And I know that’s not a good excuse—”

I swear, if you put your tits in my face one more fucking time, rambles the voice in Taeyeon’s head—(it’s been there for a while now, and comes to life whenever she sees the wind blow Eunbi’s skirt up just right, or when the school collar fails to hide the forbidden view when she bends down to pick up a fallen pencil); it’s not my fault anymore if I do anything.

It’s such a raw, wrong thought, because it isn’t Eunbi’s fault either that she’s so tempting. It’s not her fault that those lips of hers curl downwards in the cutest, most pitiable angle or that her body is naturally carved to fit more than a handful. However, when one knows what they feel is morally repulsive, they tend to put the blame on anyone else but themselves.

 “Water under the bridge, miss Kwon. We all have our moments.”

Eunbi looks surprised. “Really?”

“Really,” Taeyeon repeats. 

Eunbi smiles widely. Even the way she grins is pretty. “Thank you, professor,” she says gratefully, bowing ninety degrees. 

Taeyeon chuckles amusedly. “No need to bow like I’m an emperor, of course. Just do your best in the intramurals. I believe in you.”

“Yes—” 

- 

“(,) but I don’t think I can do this. Please, oppa.”

“Eunbi, that’s nonsense. You’re a great player, you’re gonna be fine.” 

Star player and top student Kwon Eunbi squirms fearfully. That many achievements to her name and she still has doubts about her own abilities. 

“I'm... I'm really not,” she says in a small voice. 

She looks around the covered court with fear dancing in her large brown eyes. All these students—her classmates, anyway—are rooting for her. Thirty-six and more have all laid their eyes and expectations on her. She figures that’s probably what scares her more rather than the game itself. 

“I don't want to do this,” she whines.

“But you can’t do anything about it now, can you, baby?” you ask her. Your hands frame her nervous face, rubbing your thumbs over her cheeks. 

“I can, actually,” she says. “I can just go up there, say ‘oh, fuck this, fuck you all; I’m not doing it,’ watch them go bananas over it.”

Her lips have a sarcastic side to the smile it holds, but you know her. You know that she’s actually considering it. For the first time in her school life, she’s contemplating ditching it all for something, anything that isn’t this game.

She’s looking down at her rubber shoes again, but you raise her face to look you in the eyes. “You signed up to play. You’re a varsity player now. So you have to go do it whether you like it or not.”

Eunbi presses her forehead to yours and closes her eyes with a sigh. “I know,” she whispers. “I know.”

Considering your first intimate encounter was rough lustful sex, the two of you actually really care about each other. It made you realize that your crush on her isn’t purely from lust. You care about her, and you’re not happy about the amount of stress she's been under. To be fair, the whole school is suffering, including you, but you’re a known failure. You couldn’t give less of a fuck if your future transformed into a person, went on its knees, and begged you to take it seriously. Exam season is another Tuesday to you: nothing to care about, nothing new.

But for Eunbi? Exams and games mean everything. She has her reputation of being an honor student and overachiever to maintain. She has her parents, who are constantly pressuring her to join every extracurricular activity under the sun, to please. Additionally, due to a particular school board teacher’s brilliant idea to schedule the intramurals a week before the exam season, she has to juggle hours of eternal volleyball practice and studying and tutoring students to make it through the year. She barely has time in her packed schedule to breathe. 

While the students on the bleachers are roaring and cheering excitedly in their color-coded shirts, she's in a tight sleeveless white shirt stressed to death. 

There’s only a few minutes until the most important volleyball match of her life. What could go wrong? 

(Everything.)

“Baby,” you say softly. “Baby, listen to me.”

Near tears, Eunbi looks up at you. “Yeah?” she asks. 

You kiss her sore fingers, the insides of her thin wrists, and the bruises from the volleyball that mark her forearms. Kiss her where it validates her pain. Kiss her where it hurts. Kiss her where it means something.

“Whatever happens in the game,” you tell her truthfully, “I’ll still love you. I’ll still be proud of you. So just do your best for me, okay? I’ll be there all the way.” 

“You promise?” Eunbi raises two fingers wrapped in medical tape.

“I promise.” Make your promise by gently grasping the digits she holds up. “Hell, I bet Professor Kim would be holding up a ‘Kwon Eunbi 4 The National Team’ tarpaulin.”

Eunbi giggles. You both know who you’re referring to: your sex ed professor, Kim Taeyeon. She started teaching at your high school just this senior year, and looks young for her age. Many students adore her, but she only really has one favorite, Eunbi. Always particularly sweet with her, just like earlier, and always attentive to her intelligent questions. If it weren’t for Eunbi being eighteen going on nineteen and in high school and Taeyeon a teacher, anyone would have thought the latter had a crush on her. 

Her defense of Eunbi earlier just adds to your suspicions. 

If Eunbi reciprocates those alleged feelings, you’d see why. Taeyeon is a charmer. She’s watching the basketball game with crossed arms and a stern look behind her round spectacles. Without saying anything, she attracts people. Anyone can see how beautiful Taeyeon is. She gave a short welcoming speech earlier and you could hear the oohs and ahhs of both parents and students alike. 

“Oh, hush,” Eunbi says, waving it off, but she’s visibly more cheered up. “She likes me, but not that much.”

“If she liked you less, she wouldn’t have let you off the hook for napping.”

“It’s called empathy, dear oppa,” says Eunbi, flicking your forehead. “Don’t s’pose you know what that means.”

“Someone’s got a crush on their sex ed teacher.”

“And if I do, so what? She’s really beautiful.”

Take your biased eyes off Eunbi and you’d see that she’s beyond the statement of just “really beautiful.” Taeyeon has the look and aura of an older friend who’s blunt but loving, and would help you out of sticky situations, but not without tough-love advice. Her hair and minimal makeup always look perfect and natural, besides the fact that she looks quite young for her age. 

But you won’t see that until later. 

“See? If you need anyone to do your best besides me, do it for professor,” you add to make her laugh. “Okay?”

Eunbi wipes the last of her tears. She’s chuckling as she shakes her head at her current emotions. She’s Kwon Eunbi, for fuck’s sake, why is she like this? “Okay,” she says. She sounds a little more assured now. “I will. Thank you, oppa. I love you.”

“Same here.” You kiss her cheek. Comb your fingers through tangled strands of her side fringes left unrestrained by her high ponytail and pat her shoulder. “Ready?”

“Yep. Never been more ready.”

- 

Eunbi’s team lost the game.

It wasn’t her fault. A lot of her volleyball teammates kept missing whenever the white ball was plunged back over the net. And by “a lot,” you mean fucking every one of them. She basically hardcarried the team. More bruises started to appear on her beautiful arms, and she looked more and more discouraged as the game time quickly passed. 

The first thing she did was rush in your arms after the game.

“Oppa,” she muttered softly. She’s all sweaty and wet, but you didn’t mind. She needed you, and even if she needed you while covered head to toe with acid, you’d still hug her.

“I’m here.” 

The second thing she did was weep.

“I fucked up,” Eunbi moaned, burying her head further in your shoulder. Now tears replaced the sweat that coated your skin. “I… I couldn’t catch the ball, and—”

“That’s not your fault, Eunbi. Your teammates were shit.” 

Even as she continued to cry, she went to their defense. “Don’t talk about them like that. They did their best.”

If the situation wasn’t pulling her self-esteem down this much, you’d laugh in her face. “You call that best?” you asked.

Her incompetent teammates made you infuriated. They caused your girlfriend’s wane of confidence and more tears right after. It only made your anger grow from a flame to a fucking house fire. 

“I… I just need a break,” she murmured. “But I never get it. It’s all just stupid fucking games, stupid fucking quiz bees. I’m just some toy to be passed around whenever there’s a competition that needs winning.” She chuckled sarcastically. “Nothing more.”

“Eunbi—”

“I’m gonna take a shower,” she said firmly, putting a full stop to the conversation. She was done here. She didn’t want to go back.

Eunbi took to the school showers after that like she said, and dressed back into her little school uniform for the resumption of classes later. What you didn’t know is, after everything that happened, she still intended to get dirty. 

The program is still going on. Lee Chaeyeon and the rest of the dance club are performing a dance number as an intermission. As the trendy pop beat resounded through the school grounds,  Eunbi dragged you back to an empty classroom and sat you down. 

“Eunbi!” 

Her knees land on the tiled, classroom floor. “Mmm, just... oppa, let me do this.” Eunbi frustratedly pulls down your jeans. She wipes the back of her hand on her lips. “I saw oppa staring at my chest earlier. He was more focused on them than the game.” 

She’s wrong for that. Well, partly wrong but— 

“Eunbi, aren’t there—” Tap her gently on the cheek when she keeps pulling your pants down. “Eunbi, oppa’s talking.” 

Eunbi looks up. “Yes, oppa?” she asks. 

“Aren’t there other ways to de-stress? I—I can buy you some ice cream. Baskin Robbins, just how you like it. We can even cuddle later if you want to. It doesn’t have to always be like this.” 

She’s licking your cock sloppily now, as if she needed to do it or she’d have to repeat a whole game again. Your cock is her source of serotonin and dopamine—even chemistry can’t teach her that. (Sorry, professor Myoui, you’d say; but it’s the truth.) 

Eunbi, with her pouty lips and ponytail coincidentally perfect for what’s about to happen, shakes her head. “No,” she says firmly. “I want oppa’s cock right now. I don’t want anything else.” 

She sucks on your cockhead severely, treating it like her own candy. The pleasure hits, even though it only affects the tip of your length. You moan softly. She moans, too, and it goes on even without touching herself. She loves being a good girl for your cock. That alone gets her off. 

If the school knew of the little tutoring incident that sparked your relationship, they’d be scandalized. That part is something you know secretly makes her wetter than you can imagine. The cliché, teen love story-ness of it all—you, a guy who wouldn't give two fucks about school even if you were paid to do it, and her, someone who’d die rather than put off a day of studying but would get on her plaid skirt coated knees for you—is something she’d like to roll her eyes at, but it's kind of destiny, isn’t it? Just like the stories. 

What if they know? The teachers could suspend you. Better yet, expel you and put it on your permanent record. 

Oh, but they don’t need to know about how fucking pretty Eunbi can look like when she’s being good for you. You can submit the squirms of her thick yet toned thighs, the passiveness evident in her eyes, and the eagerness her voluptuous body holds to pleasure you and herself as evidence. Nothing more is needed to prove it. 

They don’t need to know. 

Eunbi pauses her effortless bobs of her head to moan. “I love your cock, oppa,” she confesses, though it isn't really a confession when one thinks about how evident it is. Her tender licks already hold adoration in them.

Chuckle. You can get used to this. “More than me?” you ask. 

“Nooo... oppa, I love you, too. You know that. But, hmm,” she licks your cock worshipfully, “this is number two. Mwah.”

“Good girl. You can touch yourself, you know.”

Eunbi gives you a clever grin. “I don’t have to. I have you.” 

Touché. 

She resumes sucking you off, letting out soft “Mmph”s of pleasure and satisfaction as she goes. Over time, she’s gotten better at giving you head. Her sloppiness begins to feel fulfilling, and she learns to make good use of her sweet, full lips as she wraps them on the sides of your cock and around it. Occasionally, she pushes up her glasses so that they don't slide off her nose while she goes about her pleasurable blowjob, which adds a more wholesome and cuter side to the daring fiasco the two of you are engaging in. 

“Mmm, love this cock.” Eunbi gives loving kisses to your length. Her tongue erotically stimulates it with languid licks and sets fire to your emotions. “I can’t live without it. Hmph. All I'm ever good for.”

“Eunbi,” you say, concerned, “don't—” 

“Please, oppa,” she says. Her eyes make contact with your own, and she pouts prettily. “Let me do this. I need you.”

Your cock rubs the inside of her cheek. It makes a visible imprint, making her look like she’s munching on ice. She ensures to devote soft laps of her tongue on the sides of your length. When she takes it all in, you gasp. You’re too wrapped up at her tongue also licking your heavy balls to be distracted by her whimpering. The deeper your cock goes inside her pretty mouth, the tighter her throat becomes. Her hands squeeze your thighs powerfully. 

“Fuck.” 

“There’s more where that came from,” she says cheekily. 

“Oh yeah?”

She nods. 

“Show me, then.”

Her lips part, as if going for an open-mouthed kiss, but it simply takes a couple inches of your length, caressing them with the softness of her balmed tiers and wetness of her mouth. She withdraws, then repeats, but now with more of your cock in her mouth. She looks up at you expectantly for approving reactions, but you give them, and would have given them without her expecting you to. 

“Yes, fuck, yes, Eunbi.” Her hair tangles in your hand. She whines a little when your tip reaches further places down her throat. The jeers and yells of school spirit outside you’d love to join in, but you'd choose Eunbi's cute moans any day of the week, weekdays through weekends. “Take my cock. That’s a good girl. My good girl.”

Although she finds it difficult to deepthroat you, you can see her shiver at being called that. She likes it, oh, yes she does: being told she’s under your ownership, and being treated as such. With your cock fucking her tight throat and your hand pulling on her hair like you hate her rather than love her, it's all true. True and clear. 

“Love you, oppa,” she says in between suckles of worship on your dick. Her eyes are watery, but now from the pleasure of having her mouth used. Oh well, it’s better than negative. 

“Love you, too, sweet girl.” That’s another thing you like to call her: good girl, good sweet little thing, which sounds so corny but fits so well with her. And she likes it—and you can’t deny a good girl of being exactly that. Besides, she looks so sweet with her lips parted to fit your cock like that, and her eyes full of tears. She’d— 

The door creaks open. Oh, curse interruption. Goddamned interruption. 

Wait— 

You look up. Oh, fuck— 

“Professor!” you and Eunbi yell out in surprise. 

A stuttering Eunbi withdraws her mouth from your cock, looking at her teacher with bewildered, brown eyes. You aren’t sure what exactly she’s thinking, but you can place fear in that face of hers. You’re pretty sure you look red as hell, too. 

Kim Taeyeon is standing at the door. She’s watching the two of you closely. How long has she been watching? Or... or perhaps she just caught the two of you in the act? Her face holds an expression of nonchalance, like she’s been expecting this to happen.

All the earlier thoughts come back. You were so turned on by the thought of getting caught, but now that it’s happened, you realize you just put Eunbi’s future at stake. You might not care about your own, but you care about Eunbi. She has a whole, long and successful life in front of her, and you might have just ruined it. 

“P-professor,” Eunbi stutters. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes grow wider as Taeyeon approaches her. With each step Taeyeon takes, she grows more scared. “It’s, it’s not what it looks like! I was just—” 

“Shhh.”

Taeyeon pushes the side of her finger to Eunbi’s lips. There’s little distance between them. Eunbi’s knees would have knocked severely into Taeyeon's if not for the shushing index. 

Eunbi’s flustered by their closeness. Her voice, normally so confident when stating answers in class, is broken in pathetic stutters. “P-professor,” she tries to say, weakly, her hands waving about, “it’s really not what it looks like. I was just—we were j-just…” 

“Resting!” you pipe up, getting to your feet. It’s stupid, but it’s the only thing you can think of as an excuse. 

Eunbi nods. “Yes! Resting! I was lying on his lap!” she adds helpfully. 

Taeyeon stares at you two coldly for a few, long seconds, then chuckles softly. “Resting?” she repeats, and tilts her head to the side. 

“Y-yes. And, and I was drooling, and it was—”

“Miss Kwon.”

“—really hot so I kind of, kind of fell to the—” 

“Miss Kwon.” Taeyeon's eyes flare dangerously. “I told you to keep that mouth shut, didn’t I? Or do you just not listen to your teachers anymore?”

Eunbi’s eyes water. That’s the biggest insult anyone could ever tell her. School life means everything. If she couldn’t listen to her teachers, what good can she be? 

You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder and step forward. “It was my fault, professor,” you say. How to get balls big enough to admit to that? Just ask Kwon Eunbi for a fucking blowjob, that's how. “I wanted a quick, uh, blow,” you wince, “so I asked her to do it for me. It wasn't her fault.”

“I knew what the two of you were doing, sweetheart. I wasn’t born yesterday. My only problem is that Eunbi doesn’t know what she’s doing, nor is she doing it properly.”

“Professor—” Eunbi tries to defend herself. 

“Sit down, boy,” says Taeyeon to you. You do, hesitantly. You have no idea what’s about to happen. She gestures to Eunbi. “Miss Kwon, come here.” 

Eunbi follows blindly, getting on her knees again. She’s still looking at her teacher with disoriented eyes. 

“Look here, sweetheart,” Taeyeon says. She grabs Eunbi’s chin to direct her gaze to your cock. Then, she wraps her hand around your member and jerks upward. ‘Have you blown your boyfriend much?” 

“S-sometimes,” says Eunbi, looking up at you unsurely. But you’re too busy gasping at your teacher's strong, firm hand to return her gaze. 

“Don’t you know that the first thing you have to do is to give him a few pumps? It’s not necessary, but it’s good to get him going. Just like this.” Taeyeon slowly jerks your cock up and down, keeping a grip that’s tight but not too much that it’s uncomfortable. Her thumb rests on your cockhead to rub its sensitive surface, making you tense up. 

Eunbi watches with hesitant yet curious eyes. 

“Don’t go too fast now,” advises Taeyeon. “The whole point is your mouth. That’s where you want to hold nothing back. Do you understand me?” 

Even as she teaches Eunbi how to pleasure you, something that's a little dangerous even for a sex ed subject, her voice remains the same as her teaching one: calm, no-nonsense, and nurturing. You’re a little turned on by it, you’re not gonna lie. Additionally, there’s Eunbi sitting there with her hands on her lap, looking like an obedient puppy as she listens to Taeyeon, ever the valedictorian. 

“Yes, professor,” says Eunbi. She looks at you closely. “Oppa, are you okay?” 

“Never been better,” you rasp out. 

Taeyeon sifts through Eunbi's hair with her gentle fingers. “See?” she assures her. “He’s alright. He’ll feel even better when you learn how to put that pretty mouth to good use.” 

Scarlet creeps onto Eunbi’s ears and face. Her thighs squirm again. “But it’s wrong,” she whispers. Uncertainty is written all over her face. “We could get in trouble for this, professor. I’m, oh, I’m so wet, b-but my grades—”

Taeyeon has had enough of her talking. She leans forward and shuts her up with a firm kiss. 

Your mouth falls open. 

Eunbi's pupils grow large like a cat’s in the dark. Her hands are suspended mid-air, seemingly unaware of what they should do. Meanwhile, Taeyeon has already grabbed Eunbi's tiny waist, insistent on keeping her close to her. 

But then, like ice, Eunbi melts. She melts into the sin, she melts into Taeyeon. Her lips find themselves locked tighter with the older woman’s. She becomes the one who pushes forward, looking for more of that sweet taste. 

Should you feel hurt? Scandalized, perhaps? Angry? You attempt to find the morally correct emotion to have in this situation, and you come to realize that you feel none of them. Instead, as you watch your teacher dominate your girlfriend in a French kiss, you’re painfully turned on.

Taeyeon lets her go after a few seconds. She cups a hand around Eunbi's full breast. Gently, she parts the buttoned lapels of the uniform and helps the girl undo her bra. Eunbi's expression remains one of disbelief and arousal. It switches to pure horniness when Taeyeon starts to suck and bite at her big, beautiful breasts. She begins to squirm, but Taeyeon holds her in place. 

“Professor…” Eunbi whimpers. “Please, they’re so sensitive.” 

“Shhh, let mommy do the work.” The professor squeezes the two round breasts at the same time, licking one’s nipple lovingly. “You like your teacher sucking your tits like these, Eunbi-ya?” 

“Hnnn, yes,” squeaks out Eunbi, closing her eyes. “Professor, I—”

“It’s mommy,” corrects Taeyeon, kissing her student on the lips. “I thought you’d pick up on that, darling. You’re my top student, right?”

“I’m sorry, mommy. P-please suck my tits again. I’ll be a good girl.” 

Never did you think that hearing your girlfriend call an older woman mommy would make you so hard. “Fuck,” you curse. You rise from the chair to join them. You’ve never heard of morality; its meaning evaporated the moment their lips joined.

“No, boy, stay there,” Taeyeon orders. “I’m going to show your girlfriend how to really ride dick.”

All of a sudden, not one article of clothing lies on Taeyeon’s body. The sweatshirt and jeans no longer hide her beautiful figure. Now, you can behold the glory of her body completely. Her form is toned and small. Her pilates, which she talks about when asked during classes, really helped carve her perfect belly. Her pink nipples, hard from the air-conditioner wind, sit on top of her handful-sized breasts, begging to be touched. 

Eunbi looks like she’s just seen a goddess. Her worshipful gaze runs up and down the professor’s buttocks and breasts. Most importantly, there’s Taeyeon’s small, shaved pussy to marvel at. “Mommy,” your girlfriend says, “mommy, you’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you, baby,” says Taeyeon, bearing a confident smile. “Watch and learn, okay? And you,” she looks over at you, and leans down so only you can hear as she whispers: “Try not to cum so fast.”

You’d defend yourself if she didn’t slam her beautiful ass so quickly on your lap. That’s when your cock slips inside her, causing the both of you to moan and, additionally, for you to figure out exactly why she told you that. Your teacher is so fucking tight. Your cock immediately is covered by her juices, from base to tip.

“Oh, fuck!” Taeyeon cries out. Both her eyes and mouth become round at the pleasure she takes in. She looks at Eunbi in disbelief. “You really take this dick everyday?”

Eunbi doesn’t know how to respond. All that comes out of her mouth are moans. You suppose she’s a bit lost about what to feel right now as well. Perhaps she’s rejecting what she feels, which is turned on. But that can’t be it: her fingers are already under her skirt, trying to replicate the pleasure Taeyeon must feel about your dick. 

“D-does it feel good, mommy?” she can’t help but ask. A small part of her young heart is mortified at the scene of her boyfriend fucking another woman, but another part is curious. She’s never seen her teacher in this state, and probably never will again. Eunbi’s mind is voracious on any hints of pleasure Taeyeon feels.

“Y-yes, oh my god,” says Taeyeon. She tries to maintain a neutral expression, but fails. “See what I’m doing? Circle, fuck, your hips a bit, just like this, s-so it feels good for you, too.”

Taeyeon lifts her hips a little, letting the rest of your length breathe for a little while. “Then take a few of it inside to get ready. You just have to get used to the size. After you’re used to it, you can start riding him.”

You’re left breathless in the wooden school chair as your sex ed teacher does exactly that. After riding only the first couple inches of your dick, she starts violently slamming herself up and down. You have to hold on to her muscular thighs to subconsciously direct her to slow down. And she does, but still not at a pace you can take. Her breasts keep bouncing in front of your face, as if they were asking you to devour them or choose death. And, with Taeyeon’s slick, tight cunt around you, you really don’t want to die yet. 

Capture her breast in your mouth. Her sharp fingernails press down on your scalp. Her pitched moans beat on your eardrums. You can barely even hear Eunbi’s soft cries of pleasure anymore, nor can you place the sound of skin slapping and touching. Even the outside sounds of students cheering and referees narrating sound inaudible when Taeyeon’s obscene moans fill too much of the atmosphere.

“Good boy, bounce me on that big fucking cock,” growls Taeyeon. Her pussy grows impossibly tight, and you’re forced to perform your own upward thrusts to continue penetrating your painfully hot teacher. “Give our girl a show, you know you want to.”

You’re not a submissive guy, but you can live with Taeyeon praising you and calling you a good boy. You can live with her sweet, delectable vagina fucking itself on your cock. Fine, you admit you can live with Taeyeon basically confirming her ownership over your girlfriend Eunbi. But more than anything, you want to please her, to please your mommy. So it’s inevitable that you fuck her faster and rougher, summoning all the might you have in your body to make her scream.

Eunbi’s definitely been given a show, one that’s good enough for her to get off to. “Fuck, oppa,” whines Eunbi, ecstatic. The gleam in her eyes exhibits slight jealousy and more bliss. “It looks like it feels so good. I…” Her eyes shut, and her lips purse. “I’m so close.” Her fingers pump faster. Her hole struggles to catch up with the almost brutal pace of her digits. 

“I’m close, too, fuck!” Taeyeon says. It’s almost like she’s angry when she throws her hips up and down, back and forth. She has more strength than your phys-ed teacher, that’s for sure. It’s like the gyrating of her body holds no self-control, and her mind is just on you and your cock, and nothing else. “Yes, yes, make me cum! Make mommy a slut for your cock!”

And you’d say you succeeded—Taeyeon’s voice reaches volumes a human being should be incapable of making. Her legs curl around your waist and behind the school chair to keep you as deep as possible as she cums on you. By then, you’ve sucked her breasts to redness and soreness.  By then, Eunbi had reached her climax. You’ve managed to stave off your own. Some other time, you’d look back and wonder how you did it.

“Good boy,” Taeyeon gasps. She lifts your face up and kisses you on the mouth. “Such a good boy.”

“I want a turn, too, mommy,” says Eunbi. She’s pouting; there’s a whine tied around her tone. “Please? Please?”

Your professor removes herself from your lap. Her body has lost some of its former strength, but her actions still possess womanly confidence. She takes a slow walk over to Eunbi, kneels to her level, and lifts her chin upwards. 

“Only if you promise to show what mommy taught you and clean off your oppa’s cock.”

“I will.” Eunbi nods furiously and repeatedly. She’s more than happy to do that just to have a turn of your cock. “I will, please, please let me!”

She crawls over between your legs. She forgoes the jerking part of Taeyeon’s hands-on lesson and goes for your cock with her lips immediately. Eunbi’s pink tongue glides on the coat of slick Taeyeon left on your length, delicately cleaning it up. The juices are replaced with her saliva. Carefully, inch by inch, she bobs her head on your dick, collecting the delicious taste of her teacher and the musky scent of your cock.

Her throat still isn’t used to your size. So, when she tries to take you in like she did earlier, she gags. You’re careful not to thrust in her mouth too much. You don’t want to hurt her, or block her from creating those adorable sounds of determination and arousal.

“Good girl,” coos Taeyeon, softly encouraging the girl to go on. “Just breathe through your nose, sweetheart. Take deep breaths. That’s my girl.”

When Eunbi comes back up for air, she’s breathless. Her shoulders ascend and fall with difficult pants. “Did I do good?” she asks expectantly. 

“You did better than earlier,” Taeyeon says. “Did he taste good?”

“Yes, he did. But you were delicious, too, mommy.”

“You’ve always been a sweet girl, Eunbi,” Taeyeon remarks. She plants a kiss on Eunbi’s neck. “Just for that, you can have your oppa’s dick and taste mommy at the same time.”

Eunbi draws in a little excited breath. She practically drags you to the teacher’s desk that Taeyeon directs the two of you at, and lies down almost immediately when asked. Taeyeon pulls down your girlfriend’s schoolgirl skirt and volleyball shorts, which boasts a prominent cameltoe. But you and Taeyeon are able to see the real thing after just a few tugs of her clothes downwards.

There’s a genuine smile on Taeyeon’s face. “What a pretty little pussy.” She turns to you. “Tell me, is she tight?”

“See for yourself, professor,” you say without realizing it.

Even Eunbi is surprised. She lifts her back off the table. “Oppa— ah!” 

Taeyeon’s finger finds shelter in Eunbi’s grippy pussy. Eunbi struggles and moans. You can see her little hole clasp onto the singular finger that intrudes its space, and how her enclosed walls part. 

“Oh, ,” says Taeyeon with an evil grin on her goddess-like face. “She is.”

She moves her finger in and out, watching Eunbi’s blissful reactions to it. 

“How can she take your cock if she’s this tight?”

“I’ll—ah!” Eunbi winces. Her legs close together, but that doesn’t stop the greedy Taeyeon. “I’ll do my best, mommy, I promise! I just want oppa’s cock!”

“Very well. Open your mouth and legs, Miss Kwon. Take those glasses off, too, and get ready. We’re not going to be gentle with you.”

Eunbi does as told. The honor student in her is still there behind the sex toy she’s become for you and Taeyeon. Her immediate obedience says it all. While Taeyeon throws one leg over the side of the table and her face, you part her legs. Eunbi’s legs never failed to amaze you. Her thighs, though muscular from running around the covered court all day, are full and jiggly enough to hold and use. Maybe one day you’ll give in and fuck her thighs. Cream them with semen milkier than her skin itself.

But her pussy will do just fine today, you think, if not better.

You and Taeyeon go to town in your respective parts at the same time. You fill Eunbi up with one, hard thrust, causing her to moan into Taeyeon’s pussy. Taeyeon sighs happily, too; Eunbi’s warm, wet tongue feels insanely good inside her pussy. Although inexpert and untried, just the steady thrusts of her tongue inside her can do. 

“G-good girl, Eunbi,” she sighs. “Good girl.”

Eunbi’s whine of happiness turns into a groan after you form a steady rhythm. The teacher’s desk creaks back and forth along with your hips. You and Taeyeon squeeze and play with Eunbi’s huge tits, sometimes slapping them to draw a muffled, helpless reaction from her. But one look into each other’s eyes confirms this: you need to have each other, too.

Blinded by pleasure to be afraid, you lean forward and kiss Taeyeon. She’s hardly surprised, as if she expected that to happen. She earnestly kisses back. She’s sighing against your mouth. She tastes sweet; you understand now why Eunbi kissed her back like a greedy animal earlier. Your tongue navigates every sweet spot in her mouth, curling ‘round Taeyeon’s own tongue, as she fucks Eunbi’s mouth and you fuck her cunt.

Taeyeon bites your lower lip, licks it, then smirks. “Good boy,” she whispers sultrily. She kisses you again, ignoring the look of utter passiveness in your face caused by her tone and words. Gripping onto Eunbi’s bouncing boob in one hand and the other grasping the back of your head, she pulls you in for a deeper kiss. It’s something you’re glad to reciprocate; you don’t want to hear how pathetic you sound moaning because of Eunbi’s little pussy.

Eunbi has never eaten pussy before, but she knows what feels good. She tests it out by keeping a firm, hard pressure on Taeyeon’s clit. It elicits a positive response: a slightly louder moan from the other woman, and the rougher gyrate of her hips. She can’t see anything besides Taeyeon’s back and round ass. Her legs are numb from the consistent pounding, and she truly can’t feel anything besides breathlessness and pleasure. Her mind goes back to what Taeyeon taught, and finds that what makes her hornier is that Taeyeon is forgoing all that she taught—going against her own teachings, being a hypocrite—and fucking her mouth like she’s just a toy. It makes her so incredibly turned on.

“Fuck! Keep fucking me like that, Eunbi! Fuck yes, fill her up, fill our good girl up like that!”

Your thrusts get rougher, and Taeyeon feels Eunbi’s mouth give their all in eating her. The short, blunt flicks to her clitoris become full-on sucklings alternated with tongue-fucking. Unable to handle it, she lets out a guttural cry, slapping one of Eunbi’s breasts roughly, then wrapping her hands around her pretty neck. 

“Come on, toy.” She slams her ass down on Eunbi’s face angrily. Her hands squeeze tighter around the girl’s throat. “Do what you’re good at. Eat my fucking cunt, make me cum.”

Eunbi begins to cry. Her squeal vibrates on Taeyeon’s pussy as her tongue plays with and fucks Taeyeon’s pussy. It’s so messed up, but Eunbi being used impulsively makes you fuck her harder. Her pussy traps your coming-and-leaving shaft as a steady spray of clear squirt goes your way. Eunbi’s screaming, trying to vent her pleasure by eating Taeyeon out more, which causes another orgasm from the teacher. The two pairs of bouncing mounds tempt you, and you have to pull out to blow a heavy load on Eunbi’s breasts. 

All three of you are moaning and sighing together, creating an unholy choir of sin that the school choir would find repugnant. Eunbi shivers as Taeyeon lifts herself off her used mouth. Your legs feel like sticks against a heavy wind. You have to grab on the desk for support.

“Did she just squirt?”

Look down at your wet polo shirt and shrug, finding humor at the obvious question and its obvious answer. “I guess so,” you reply.

Taeyeon’s eyes glint with menace. “Make her do it again,” she says.

“What?” you ask, just to make sure you’re hearing her correctly. Now all the humor is gone. She can’t be serious. You don’t know how you’ll make it work. You’re barely coming down from your high, and Eunbi is at the brink of passing out. You can’t give her another orgasm; the two of you are way too spent.

Taeyeon, however, can go for days.

“I said,” Taeyeon grabs Eunbi by the hair and pulls her up, “make her squirt again.”

Eunbi’s tired frame relies on Taeyeon’s to maintain her position of sitting, but she doesn’t need a hand in her hair again to shake her head. She whines in protest when Taeyeon’s fingers play with her pussy again. 

“Mommy, no! I’m too sensitive! You can’t!”

“Fuck her pretty cunt, toy,” Taeyeon whispers in your ear. Her finger, which slides back and forth on Eunbi’s clit, grows stronger and faster. “Teach her to take a good cock. Don’t mind her whimpering. She wants it.”

You’re automatically inclined to follow your teacher’s instructions. So, when you slide into Eunbi’s snug pussy again, she screams in pleasure. She grabs for anything—your hand, a chair—but Taeyeon pins her hands behind her back. They’re messily making out again. Eunbi lets out her moans in the form of greedy, wanton liplocks. Meanwhile, you cry out feral groans watching the two beautiful women kissing. 

Eunbi’s wrists have fought themselves out from Taeyeon’s hand and have led themselves towards the valleys of her teacher’s tits. You're pretty sure she’s done so to finger her, which is proven when Taeyeon gasps and pins her down even more roughly to the table. They touch each other just the way they like it: roughly and unforgivingly. 

Whenever Taeyeon twists Eunbi's nipples, your girlfriend’s cunt clamps protectively around your cock. It’s delicious—it’s difficult to drag it out when all the pleasure from your hands and Taeyeon’s makes her so tight and wet. Taeyeon’s harsh flicks send wet sloppy fluid leaking on the desk. Eunbi’s inexperienced yet somehow skilled fingers drive Taeyeon to hiss and bite down on Eunbi's full lower lip. 

“Oppa, mommy’s too good,” Eunbi mumbles weakly. Her legs shake. “And mommy, oppa’s cock is so big. It fills me so well.” 

“I know, baby. You’re taking him like a good girl.” 

Giving Eunbi one last kiss, Taeyeon scoots over to you. She’s unimpressed; her arms cross, one over the other, below her killer breasts. “How are you going to make her squirt if you can’t fuck her fast?” she asks.

“I’m sorry, professor.”

“And from the boyfriend of a top student, too. You’d think she at least taught you something. Pull out. Now. Somebody needs to teach your girl a lesson.”

You’re actually glad to be able to stop. Eunbi moans at your hard cock leaving her hole, but she screams again—this time because of Taeyeon spanking her cunt.

“Mommy! Mommy, no—mommy!”

“Dumb little girl,” snarls Taeyeon. Her hand makes several rough landings on Eunbi's cunt over and over with little time to recover. You're horrified. “Aren’t you a valedictorian, Kwon Eunbi? You should know better and teach this no-good delinquent to fuck you properly. Do you even remember your classes?”

“Mommy!” Eunbi sobs. Her hips flinch and retract from Taeyeon's hand. “Hurts!”

The girl yelps and whines, but you can see her biting her lip as she watches the teacher punish her. It took your teacher risking her job and literally slapping your girlfriend's vagina for you to realize this: your girlfriend is a freak. 

“You like how it makes you cry, don’t you?” asks Taeyeon. She slaps the wet folds until the skin around it is red. “Fucking pain slut.”

“Hurts, hurts, hurts! G-gonna cum again, mommy, please stop, you’re going to make me cum, haaah!”

Eunbi squirms and wails, jutting her legs out while she cums again. In the end, Taeyeon gets what she wanted: a spray of fluids from Eunbi’s pussy. She rubs her nub to prompt more of her squirting. The younger girl’s lower body jerks and moves away, but Taeyeon’s hand always finds her clit again.

“It took spanking to get you to squirt?” the teacher asks, slightly amused.

Eunbi can do nothing but sob and nod. What else is she supposed to do? She looks more tired now than she was post-game. Her naked, beautiful body’s wet and used beyond limit. “Mommy… I’m tired,” she says. “Please.”

“Take your time, angel.” Taeyeon slides Eunbi’s glasses back on her face. Behind the lens, her eyelids barely make it past her brown irises. “You were such a good girl for mommy today.” 

Eunbi nods appreciatively. She nuzzles into Taeyeon’s hand. Her whole body feels like it’s going to break anytime soon. 

Taeyeon turns to you with a dangerous look in her eyes. That’s how you know she’s not done, at least with you. She still hasn’t had her load, and she’s not leaving without it.

“Now let’s see,” she says, slowly, walking over to you with her shapely hips swaying, “if your little boyfriend can be a good boy.”

You gulp. You’re in for a long ride.

-

“You sure you can handle me, professor?” you ask. You’re being a hotshot again, you know that, but it’s the only way you know how to deal with nervousness. 

You’re gliding her hand across her thighs, taking pleasure in this stalling that benefits you in more ways than one. In doing this, you get to touch Taeyeon’s slim, sensitive thighs, and toy with her prepared pussy.

Taeyeon’s shivering breath is the only indication of her pleasure. Her face remains stoic, almost offending, as she sits on the desk. Her clothes are anywhere but on her body. It’s not like you mind.

“I’d ask you that same question,” she says. She knows how to keep her guard up enough to make you red with humiliation. “But it seems like I know the answer already.”

Pinch her pink nipples. You’re copying Taeyeon’s way of letting her feelings manifest in her little actions and ways, hence the harsh squeeze of your fingers on the nubs. Eunbi watches on with anticipation, searching for the right scene to repeat in her mind to reach her climax. She’s whimpering quietly.

Taeyeon’s slandering you, you know it. It just so happens she does so incredibly sexily. Finding her deserving of a good fucking, line up your cock with her entrance and rub yourself on her lips. Your tip rubs her clit repeatedly. 

“Which is?” you ask innocently.

Taeyeon’s breaths are short. “You’re too scared to fuck me,” she says, with no less confidence. In a way, she’s correct, but not for long. “Mmm, you’re scared of what would happen if you get to it and breed me. Your life would be over, you know that, and you’d ruin your girlfriend’s potential to excel.”

Sarcastically: “Am I?” 

“Ohh, oh, yes, you are.” It’s a nice save from her. “And that’s not all there is to it, isn’t it? You’re scared of me. What’s promising I won’t tell anyone of what we did? That’s right: nothing, and that’s what scares you. It scares your delinquent ass more than you’d like.”

The table creaks backwards. Taeyeon moans.

You steadily thrust in her, reminding yourself not to be gentle as you would to Eunbi in lighter situations. No, your slut of a teacher deserves to be pounded. If she had to resort to her students to get a good fuck, she might as well get it.

“Am I still scared, professor?” you ask.

Taeyeon’s pussy is as good as the first time you entered her. But now it’s obvious she’s so much more turned on; her pussy grips your cock in any way but gently. Her tits start to bounce again. 

“M-maybe,” she weakly gasps out. “With how small your dick is, I’d see why you are.”

Although her lie is clear, it sends a blow to your ego. You force her folds to welcome and swallow more frequent thrusts. Taeyeon is whining; or is that Eunbi you’re hearing?

Take a look at Eunbi and see that her legs, just like her teacher’s, are wide open. She’s rubbing herself while squeezing one boob in her hand. Her moans mix in with Taeyeon’s as she watches the two of you go at it. Needless to day, she’s enjoying the view.

Minutes later, you’ve got Taeyeon sprawled out even more on the table (if that were possible), with a tired Eunbi still kneeling at her side, as you fuck your teacher’s cunt to the point of oblivion. Your cock still drips with semen and precum from the previous sessions, but your desire to keep fucking Taeyeon’s tight, perfect pussy keeps you going. It’s the defiance, the sheer fucking will to go on that prevents you from passing out.

“I think it’s your thing, professor," you whisper in her ear, shedding the honorifics for just this time. “Fucking a pretty little high school student because you know she's curious, and being railed to shit by some delinquent. This cock—”

—Taeyeon gasps when you sharply thrust inside her— 

“—and this pretty face—” 

—Grasp Eunbi’s face in between careless, rough fingers; she whines pitifully— 

“That’s what gets you off, right?” you ask. “Because you know it’s messed up: how good it feels being ruined by some boy who should be a nightmare but is instead the guy who can give you a good dicking-down. It just isn’t right, is it, Kim Taeyeon?” 

“Oh, oh my god,” Taeyeon rasps. Her eyes are wide. You've just stripped her feelings out for her, one by one, while you rail away at her mercilessly. Her face is red; she's humiliated, nonetheless, but she's turned on. So fucking turned on. 

“So cum for me, mommy.” Speed up your thrusts, grab her bouncing tits before dragging your hand up to her throat. There, you squeeze. “Cum like you want me.” 

And cum she does. Taeyeon lets out a feral scream, squirming and struggling on the table. Eunbi, who was touching herself to you and Taeyeon fucking, crawls over and seals her lips around Taeyeon's clit, catching the squirt she expels. Taeyeon propels herself forward, causing your cock to bury itself deeper inside her and Eunbi's mouth to take more and more of her pussy. 

“Yes, yes, yes, good boy! Fuck me, fuck me like I’m a whore!” Taeyeon cries. Her beautiful face is stretched and scrunched into an expression of pleasure. Her hips never stop going crazy at the doubled pleasure. “Keep sucking my clit like that, Eunbi-ya; yes, that’s a good girl, yes yes yes please—!”

Eunbi squeezes Taeyeon’s breasts and thighs while you release inside her. It goes against what she taught in multiple classes: safe sex, use of condoms, all that, but you want to continue feeling the beautiful wet walls close in on your cock, like it doesn’t want you to leave her hole. 

And if you could, you won’t. But the human body has limits, and it can’t take non-stop sex unless your stamina’s like one of the school athletes. So, you can do nothing but welcome the  darkness that covers your line of vision.

In the absence of light, darkness prevails.

-

The classroom is a mess. White fluid that’s definitely not Elmer’s glue coats the wooden teacher’s desk. You think you’ve broken one of the table’s legs. The floor needs to be mopped with how much of Eunbi’s squirt has sprayed on its tiles.

But you don’t worry about that. Not now, when Taeyeon lovingly takes care of your tired post-sex bodies. She’s dressed now, and although her messy hair and pants indicate a recent frisky session, you don’t suppose anyone would think that. 

 Through it all, you’re still students Taeyeon cares for.

“My good girl, and my good boy,” she says softly. She might be harsh, but her love is real. She buttons Eunbi’s uniform, kisses her, then kisses your forehead. She’s still trying to find her lost breath, but she’s smiling. She’s smiling despite the messed up morality of the situation as a whole, despite your body looking ragged after multiple climaxes and Eunbi’s body and breasts being marked with her own slaps. If she were asked, she’d do it all again. 

“You’ll still be around to please mommy later, won’t you?” 

Just like that, she’s put a mark on the two of you. You’re hers and no one else’s from this day forward, and you can’t decide what to feel about it. You had no idea how to react during this whole sex frenzy, but you think that vulnerable, helpless feeling is exactly what makes you smile. The feeling of having someone dominate you, claim you, own you, especially from someone who shouldn’t be. 

God, you’re a mess. You’re fucked up. Taeyeon is fucked up. And, in her own little way, Eunbi herself is fucked up, too, but that’s exactly why you have each other.

-

Someday you’ll look back at all this. You’ll go over everything—meeting Eunbi, being her boyfriend, the whole fiasco with Taeyeon, all of it—and perhaps you'll laugh a little too. All of it is absurd, and is that of a plot straight out of a pornography video. To think it might happen to you, a guy who’s barely above average, would be the main cause of your reminiscent laughter.

They say high school days are wild. You find that to be true; you just bred your sex ed professor, called her mommy and made out with her while she rode your girlfriend’s face. To add to that, your first intimate encounter with Eunbi was raunchy, wild sex. And you sit in the classroom, with her leaning against your shoulder, attending another class as if nothing happened. Halfway through a biology quiz, Taeyeon enters. You don’t know if your eyes were just teasing you, but she winks at you as she leaves. It’s a wink that says don’t get too carried away, toy; we’re not done yet.

#kpop smut #girls generation smut #snsd smut #kim taeyeon smut #taeyeon smut #izone smut #kwon eunbi smut #eunbi smut #x reader #male reader #reader insert #pov smut #request

[iliketangerines]

Hello, I was wondering if I could request a lord Raiden x amab reader scenario along the lines of mk 11 Johnny Cages bachelor party and him and the other defenders of earthrealm go to a 👀 club. Lord Raiden, after being playfully bullied into going catches eyes for one of the dancers, and antics follow...

I absolutely adore your writing and hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night <3

a siren to you

a/n: okay, so i might've lowkey forgot about the amab part, but lord raiden still fucks you either way so

pairing: lord raiden x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), blowjobs, cowboy

Lord Raiden sits at one of the tables, dressed in something he has never really worn but much more comfortable than his usual uniform

Johnny had somehow managed to convince him to come to the strip club for his bachelor party, and he feels nervous

he had never spent time at any establishment like this before, had never had the need to go to one, and now he was here while the others sit around him

he sips on a fruity drink, not really wanting to drink any alcohol, you never knew when enemies might show up, but Johnny was thoroughly drunk

he was laughing loudly, gushing about Sonya Blade and how beautiful and perfect she was to Jax, who pats his back and records a video of Johnny drunkenly telling a stranger about his fiance

Raiden looks to the stage in the middle, watching the dancers go and do their moves on the pole, but he doesn’t really have an interest in the sparkles and scandalous thongs

Raiden continues to just observe the bar, trying to seem normal, although it was hard with his broad and tall frame, but no one really seemed to care thankfully enough

he reaches for his hat to tilt it down, but his hand passes through the air

he remembers that his uniform is gone, his white hair tied up into a neat bun and sunglasses perched along his nose to hide his glowing eyes

he sighs and opts to pinch the bridge of his nose as someone loudly announces the next person to come on, and Raiden lazily brings his attention to the stage

you emerge from the curtains, hips swaying back and forth as you circle around the pole, blowing kisses to the crowd and winking at them

Raiden feels himself flush, unsure as to the reason why, and he pulls at the neck of his shirt as he watches you start your routine

it’s a flash of legs and your barely clothed crotch, and you stick out your tongue and your ass every so often for the crowd, money flying up onto the stage every time you do so

he can see you smile and laugh, and as the music changes you prance off the stage, walking through the tables and tilting the chin up of several people, teasing them with your touch

you approach him, eyes glancing up and down his figure, and you do the same to him, tracing his jawline with your fingers

Raiden feels his heart thump in his chest and a slight flush creep up his neck as you do so, but you sit down on his lap, the crowd cheering loudly as you grind your hips into his lap

his hands twitch by his sides, unsure if he should hold onto your hips, and you give him a lap dance, grinding yourself into his lap before standing up and pushing your chest into his face and walking around his chair

Raiden isn’t sure of how to react, but he can feel his cock hardening underneath his pants and his hands clench, wanting to hold onto you

you get so close to kissing him, and he’s sure that you can feel how his cock presses into your crotch through his pants when you sit on his lap again

but all you do is wink and smile at him as you get off him and go back to the stage, twirling and spinning on the pole a few more times, spreading your legs wide

Raiden wants to be in between them, he’s sure of that, and he watches your hips sway as you gather the money on stage and leave

he puts a hand to the back of his mouth, trying to control him, and he abruptly stands up to leave, needing to calm himself down

he bids a farewell to Johnny, telling him to not go too hard, before leaving and breathing in the cold night air of the city

he walks into the alleyway, intent on disappearing in a flash of lightning, but he finds you in the alleway, dressed in a coat taking a drag of a cigarette

he freezes in the entrance, and you glance at him, tensing up as Raiden stands dumbfounded in the entrance, unsure of what to do

he backs up and puts his hands up, apologizing for bothering you, and he leaves, walking to a different secluded part of the street to disappear and return to his home

he takes off his sunglasses and takes his hair down from the bun, letting the strands frame his face as he lays in his bed

he’s never really used it before, not needing to sleep as a god

but still, he buries himself into the sheets, fingers carding through his hair as his other hand dips down below his waistband to pump at his cock

he strokes himself, groaning at the image of you in his head, and he swipes his thumb over the tip, spreading his pre-cum along his shaft

he hadn’t done this in decades, never really feeling the need to have a prtner, and yet you had awoken something inside of him that needed to be satiated

he pants into the air, pressing the back of his hand into his face as he pumps himself faster to the thought of you

how your lips would stretch around his cock, how you would hum and moan as he fucks into your face, how your lipstick would smear around him

you were so much smaller compared to him, and he would ruin you, possibly lose control of himself

his mind flashes with the image of you tearing up as you take him all the way down your throat, gagging and choking as his length presses heavy into your tongue

Raiden lets out a grunt at the image in his hand, and he imagine how you would look on top of him, riding him as you tease him

you would trail your nails down his body as you ride him slowly, teasing him as he moans for more, and you would coo at him

he would beg for me, for you to go faster, do anything, and you would just smile at him as you grind down onto his thick cock

but finally, you would let up and fuck him properly, slamming your hips down onto his as you bounced on his cock, and Raiden would be reduced down to a whimpering mess

Raiden grunts as he cums into his hand, pumping himself until he’s finished his high, and he stares up into the ceiling panting as he thinks of you

would you be sweet? cruel? teasing? Raiden wants to know

he cover his face with the back of his palm, face flushing at the memory of you grinding against him in the club

he’s back at the club the next week

#tangerine writes #tangerine answers #mortal kombat #mk #mortal kombat 11 #mk11 #mortal kombat smut #mk smut #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #mk x you #mk x y/n #raiden #lord raiden #raiden mk11 #mk11 raiden #raiden smut #raiden x reader #raiden x you #raiden x y/n

[leggerefiore]

Hello!!! I’ve got a request for you!

Fem reader being asked to be a model/pin up in a photoshoot, and our fav twins, spaceman, and anyone of your choosing reacting to the photos? Bonus points if for a future photoshoot they are asked to model with reader because they are the only guy she’s comfortable being close to. 👀

I'm going to try my best with this but I apologise if it sucks

cw: suggestive but nothing explicit, fem reader

Minors DNI

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Cyrus, Larry

▲Ingo▼

● Ingo was not sure how he felt about the circumstance. Elesa said it would be fine as she would be there to monitor, but he felt anxious. Not for your looks, as he found beautiful beyond words, but he knew very well the public did not mince words when it came to rating an individual's looks. However, upon seeing the photos, he felt a bit mesmerised. The outfit was certainly not what he was expecting. You were sat provocatively on what was clearly a mock-up of one of the interiors of the subway trains. Your outfit was a strange imitation of his work uniform with a tight-fitting button-down and small blue tie paired with black shorts. He swallowed dryly as he stopped his mind from wandering. It was an appealing image.

● You could only laugh at the sight of Ingo's flustered expression and internal debate at seeing the picture. It was clear part of him that he wanted to scold you for the image of what appeared to be one of his trains and compliment how well it turned out. He let out a sigh in the end. “So that's why you asked for one of my hats,” Ingo realised, “Bravo – wonderful! But, please, don't start acting like Emmet does on the train.” Another laugh left you. He did seem to slip the print into his pocket, however, despite his apparent complaints. Perhaps he had some latent fantasies himself.

● The offer to pose with you next time does make him fluster even more. Pose with you? Next time? He blinked as he considered the thought. What would you even have him do? His heart raced, and his immediate reaction was to say no. He feels too embarrassed by the thought. While he might have been handsome, he certainly did not feel sexy. Plus, it would make such a mockery of himself and the Gear Station. Then you mention a mask.

● A picture of you posed with a Subway Boss “lookalike” does very well, even if it deeply flusters your modelling partner when he sees it. Ingo has it in one of his many photo albums. Usually, just glancing it is enough to fluster him and make Emmet wonder what he is looking at.

▽Emmet△

○ When Elesa suggested the idea to you, he had felt hesitant. Not that he did not see your appeal – he did, very clearly. The gym leader promised that she would be at your side throughout the whole process, yet he felt uncertain by the thought. Of course, your enthusiasm eventually bled over to him as he accepted it. Emmet felt impressed by the pictures, too, when you finally got them in. You were posed on a subway train set and dressed in a tight white button-down, a small blue tie, matching wear shorts, and one of his hats. He almost giggled at the silent claim. It was all quite provocative. There was a small piece of him that did not wish to let anyone else see you like that.

○ His eyes seemed to go to you as his grin shifted. Something stranger lurked just under the surface from his usual one. He clapped his hands and tilted his head. “Darrrling,” Emmet held out the “r” as he stepped closer to you. His eyes seemed to hold clear lust and became lidded. “Do you still have that verrrry cute costume? I have an idea,” he cooed. You could only nod. It seemed that you were both about to have an experience that his older brother would scold you both over. He dearly enjoyed that photo, needless to say.

○ An offer to join you at a photo session is met with immediate agreement. Then, him realising Ingo probably would not like his (well, their) face in such an image. A mask gets suggested, and Thalia styled one. He instantly was more invested. Especially when you said that he was the only man you felt close enough to do such a thing with. The thought of posing with you on the train styled set made him more giddy than it truly should. His slight drifting towards exhibition always got to him in the end.

○ The picture of you and the conductor does amazingly well, as the mask does not fail to hide your partner's clear enthusiasm as he poses with you. Emmet keeps it somewhere nearby to glance at a random and giggle. This disturbs Ingo mildly.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ When he had heard mention trying out pin-up, he felt strange. Why? The was no clear logical reasoning for it, and he found it was useless. Your insistence eventually did give way to him, letting you do whatever. It was not like he could have stopped you anyway. The Galactic Boss took a glance at the finished shots that you had offered him with a slight curiosity stirring within him. You were posed by sitting on top of some kind of machinery with a mini-dress that an early sci-fi style to it. His eyes almost could not leave your legs as the skirt nearly pulled too far up. You winked at the viewer. He swallowed dryly and handed the picture back to you.

☄️ Cyrus would not like to admit how much he enjoyed the picture. The aesthetic you had chosen clearly was suited to fit his personal tastes, and he felt embarrassed by how you hit every little thing. Besides the machine under you, which he determined be some kind of old motor. “… Where did you find that?” he asked, partially wanting to see it with his own eyes. You told him it was just at the set. He almost seemed disappointed. Your gaze suddenly seemed to pierce him. Cyrus understood without you needing to say it for once. “You looked satisfactory,” the blue-haired man attempted a compliment. Your gaze worsened. That did sound like what he said about Saturn's recent programming feat. “… Lovely, then. Attractive. Alluring,” he tried again. You finally nodded with a sigh.

☄️ When you asked for him to pose with you for a shoot, he stared at you blankly. Him? Are you certain? While he did not feel as if he were unattractive, Cyrus did not appear like the material for such things. Your insistence was reinvigorated as you grabbed onto his arm. He stayed firm in his answer. Well, until you showed him the costume and told him the motor would be there. Suddenly, he was much more willing. A mask was used for any photos. He was still someone with a reputation, after all.

☄️ The strangely sci-fi themed photo of you and some alien captain does well somehow, despite the stiffness of your partner's poses. Cyrus keeps a copy in his office, surprisingly. A memory of the time he interrogated a set designer about where they obtained an antique motor.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 Honestly, he probably gave it little thought when you said that you were doing some kind of modelling. The salaryman barely can process most information after his work days and just nods half the time. Oh, Iono introduced you to a photographer? He personally can not handle her energy, but he respects that you managed to get along with her. Needless to say, Larry is startled by the photo prints that you offered him. The office set was plain as day from his nightmares, but you sat on the desk in some provocative pose that gave him pause. A white shirt with the buttons undone to just reveal your chest mixed with the tights and a pencil style skirt that hiked up to reveal the top of said tights.

🍙 Larry felt bewildered. Where? When? Why were you clearly supposed to be some kind of executive, judging by the key card in the shot? He blinked at you, did his empty stare, and went eerily still. You genuinely got worried that the image killed him in some way. His gaze then shifted on to you after he processed it. That kind of modelling, he understood. “… I usually don't like to mix work and pleasure,” he said simply, “You look good, though. The photograph and you both did excellent jobs.” You sighed. Sometimes, he talked like a walking business email. At least he clearly enjoyed it by how he kept it.

🍙 Your offer for him to join you for a shoot made him freeze again. Larry was not particularly known for being photogenic. It was slightly tempting, but when he considered how it might further conflict with his schedule. He sighed. The way you stared at him and told him that he was the only man that you would feel comfortable doing this with made him debate it more. Maybe he could try if he could get some time off. It is not a no, but it is also not really a yes. Which usually meant no with him, but perhaps there was hope.

🍙 The picture ended up being a strange perspective shot in the office with your partner not looking at the camera in his usual fashion. Larry ends up keeping the photo somewhere on him and glances at it sporadically. Rika and Geeta wonder just what it is but decide they are fine with it since it clearly motivates him to do more than his usual death march.

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[pmitchell]

we’ve got time. | pete “maverick” mitchell x reader

warnings: NSFW! (If you’re a minor, DO NOT interact), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, a slight daddy kink (i don’t even need to explain myself for this), a little Top Gun: Maverick spoilers, and a little bit of angst sprinkled here and there.

pairings: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x reader

word count: 1,940 words (7 minutes reading time)

author’s notes: This one got away from me, I didn’t mean for it to be this long lol. Let me know if I should write another part, though, because I do have one in mind 👀 smut is contained between dividers, so skip it if you want!

EDIT: part two is here!

The Hard Deck will always be your favorite place to wind down after a long day. You had just walked in and found a seat at the bar when Penny spotted a cellphone placed on the bar by the person next to you. She rang the bell and the bar erupted with cheers as the man groaned in exasperation.

“I’ll have a beer, please, Penny,” you chuckled.

“You got it, (Y/N),” she said, handing you a bottle of cold beer 

“Thanks,” you said to the man, lifting your beer up. He laughed and pulls his wallet, eager to close his tab before anyone can order more drinks.

You sipped your beer and looked around the room, the energy of the bar lifting up after Penny rang her bell just like it always does. That was when you spot Pete in his white uniform in your peripheral. 

“Hey! You’re looking fine,” You greeted him, slightly flirtatiously as you look at him donned in a crisp white uniform you have never seen him wear. Pete took slow steps to get to you and that was when you notice the sullen look on his face. “Everything okay?” You asked, walking to meet him halfway.

The chaos at the bar became distant echoes as he leaned closer to your ear, speaking just loud enough for you to hear amidst the loud ambience. Your breath caught in your throat as he pulled away to look at you.

He was called to do the mission. 

The dangerous mission he was not allowed to tell you much about, but you knew the severity of. You knew he’d be gone for a while, and you knew that there is a chance he might not be back at all.

You looked at him intently, the loud volume of the jukebox and the chatter of the patrons disappeared, as if someone had pressed mute on the remote control. He took your hand and led you out back. The sun was setting, a melancholic setup by nature to make your goodbyes even harder.

“First time I ever see you in this uniform and you come to tell me you’re going away,” you chuckled ironically as you cross your arms in front of your chest to keep out the cold as you kept your eyes at the waves crashing on the shore.

Pete took his hat off to look at you properly as you tried your best to keep all emotions at bay. “Come here,” he tugged your arm gently.

You faced him and he enveloped you in a long hug. You desperately wanted him to promise to come home, but you knew better than to do that. Not only can he not promise you, you also knew he would not think twice about sacrificing himself for the other pilots. You knew that asking that of him will only make things harder, so you pulled away and smile.

He swept a few strands of your hair away from your face and pulled you by the waist for a kiss. He kissed you slow as if to savor every second and study your every detail.

“Do you have to leave now?” You asked when he rested his forehead on yours.

He looked at his watch. He did not have to report until dawn, and the night is still fairly young. “We’ve got time,” he said.

Back at your place, the two of you did not even make it to the bedroom before he started kissing you urgently. His hand found the hem of your shirt and pulled it off. He then hoisted you up and carried you to the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed and began to unbutton his uniform jacket, making a point to give you an entire show. You bit your lower lip as you watched, his face temporarily disappearing from view as he pulled the white t-shirt underneath his uniform off.

Before you knew it, he was hovering on top of you. He dove in for a kiss on your lips and then trailed kisses along your cheek, your jaw, and down to your neck. One hand took off your bra and palmed your breast as he continued to leave bite marks on your neck. You could feel your body heating up from the anticipation.

He moved down and took your other breast into his mouth, sucking and gently biting the tender skin, making you whimper. He left kisses on your skin as he made his way down, hands unbuttoned your pants and pulling them off your legs. His finger toyed with your clit through your underwear and you gasped and closed your legs in reflex, as if he knew which button to press.

Pete chuckled, “Open up, baby,” he said as he took your underwear off. 

As soon as you part your legs, he wasted no time in devouring your slick pussy. He hummed in satisfaction, sending small vibrations on your sensitive nub.

“Ah...fuck!” You gasped, hand gripping the sheet underneath you. 

His tongue traced your sopping wet hole while his thumb took over your clit, varying the pressure as you buck your hips up, wanting more.

“You gonna cum for me?” He taunted, his lips returned to your clit to suck it while he inserted a finger into your tight core.

“Pete, please...” you begged.

He added another finger into your pussy and massaged your walls with them while his lapped at your clit. You trembled with pleasure, muscles tightened around his digits as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he urged you on, fingers moving faster on your pussy. “Let go.”

You moan out his name as he watched you come undone, your breathing erratic and your toes curled as he left kisses on your thigh while you rode out your climax. He undid his pants, kicked them off and used his fingers wet from your arousal to pump his own hard member, hovering over you once again while you tried to regain your breath.

“You okay?” He asked, grinning proudly at what he just did.

“Wonderful,” you sighed. You watched him pump his own cock and you could feel your pussy aching to be filled up with it. Your hand trailed down his body and you took his cock in your hand, pumping it and rubbing the tip against your slick pussy. 

He let out a grunt, trying to keep himself together. It was your turn to leave kisses on his neck; he rested his hand on the side of your head, gently caressing you with his thumb as his other hand gripped you tight on your hips. 

Impatient, his hand left your hips and seized your hand from his member, intertwining his fingers with yours above your head. “You ready for me?”

“Yes, Captain,” you whispered in his ear, desperate to feel him inside you. 

Pete growled at your words, lifted your thigh, and spanked your ass, causing you to giggle. He wanted to start slow, but hearing you call him that drove him crazy, so he lined his tip with your entrance and thrusts into you halfway with one quick motion, as if to give you a taste of your own medicine. 

You yelped and closed your eyes, throwing your head back while he smiled, trying his best to suppress his own groans at the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around his cock. He pulled out just slightly before thrusting in again, almost all the way in this time.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said under his breath.

“Hmm,” you hummed, tightening your muscles around him even more.

“Fuck,” he grunted, hanging his head low while you chuckle, loving the way you drive him crazy.

He kissed your lips, allowing you to adjust to his size before slowly thrusting in and out of your wet pussy. This time, you can no longer hold back your moans. You closed your eyes and squeezed his hand as you felt him stretching you with every thrust.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and he ground his pelvis with your clit every time he bottomed out inside you. The sensation drove you crazy. 

“Harder,” you gasped and he wasted no time in obliging. 

He angled his hips and thrusted into you, hitting your g-spot and sending sparks through your body. “There it is,” he smiled, hitting the spot again and again while you scream out his name. 

He decided to rub your clit with his fingers this time, focusing his thrusts so that he could feel every inch of you. 

Your muscles tightened around him when you felt his fingers on your clit. “Ah! Daddy!” you whimpered while he grunted at the sensation of your cunt squeezing him.

“I know, baby,” he spoke through his own heavy breathing. 

“I’m cumming,” you managed to say in between your moans.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Pete said. “I want you to cum with me,” he added, moving faster this time. 

You moaned louder at his speed, your fingernails carving into the skin on his back. You tried to hold yourself back, but the feeling of his cock ramming inside you was not exactly helping. “Daddy, I can’t,” you hissed, your moans escaping you involuntarily now as you felt the coils deep inside you winding tight. 

“Yes, you can,” he urged. “Come on, sweetheart, just a little more,” he said, grunting in your ear as his own climax approached. 

He continued to thrust into you and just as he felt himself about to cum, he brushed his hand on your face. “Look at me,” he said and you opened your eyes to look into his green eyes that looked slightly a darker grey in this light. “Cum with me, baby.”

Your legs trembled as you came, head spinning from one of the best climax you have ever felt. The feeling of his cock shooting ropes of warm cum inside you made you cum just that much harder. Pete buried his head into your neck as he came, his hips thrusting short hard thrusts inside you while you squeezed him tight.

Tired and spent, he collapsed on top of you. The two of you refusing to move as he stayed inside you, leaving gentle kisses on your neck as you both try to regain your breathing. Pete looked into your eyes and your hand moved to brush his short hair out of his forehead.

Promise me you’ll come home, you wanted to say. But you held yourself back again. Instead you just kissed him once again.

The two of you spent the rest of the night talking and ordering pizza for dinner. As the conversation slowly withered and the night grew, you realized you were going to have to let him go soon. You turned your eyes to the clock. 11.30pm.

“You should get some sleep,” you said. 

He took a glance at the clock and sighed. Turning off the lamp, he then pulled you close to him. You didn’t realize that sleep had taken over you. In your head, you were still talking to him, feeling his arms wrap around you and his fingers gently brushing your skin. 

In reality, Pete had gotten up at three in the morning and got dressed in his uniform once again. He watched you sleep for a little bit before pressing a long kiss on your forehead.

“Bye, sweetheart,” he whispered.

When you woke up in the morning, he was gone. A note left on your nightstand.

We’ve got time. - Maverick

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[paper-gold-theories]

Villainous Theory: Miss Heed’s Feelings for Flug and GoldHeart

I headcanon the cheesy, over exaggerated soap opera in Episode 3 (which I headcanon is called Keeping Up With The Fernandos 🤣) , represents how Miss Heed feels about Flug and GoldHeart.

Miss Heed loves Flug but prefers “riding into the horizon” which may refer to being a hero and being popular.

As shown here, Flug might have been extremely angry at GoldHeart, his own Arch-Enemy, for Miss Heed joining the Golden Rule at Episode 6.

Miss Heed loves them both and is also conflicted with her feelings for GoldHeart and Flug and wishes she could have them both.

(Also the now looking at it, the damn horse’s hair and cheekbones kinda looks GoldHeart’s 🤣🤣🤣)

The female lead was extremely happy when she got what she wanted, not caring if both of them was suffering and in pain. Showing Miss Heed’s selfish nature of how she wants to get everything she wants (love, attention, fame, ect) without caring how others suffer and get hurt through the process.

(Additional note horse GoldHeart's coat kinda looks like GoldHeart's uniform color and the female lead is also wearing a gold choker and an off the shoulder top like Miss Heed and her hair looks a tiny bit like her pre-hero hairstyle, as well as other similar comparisons, so I wonder if the male lead's appearance, aside from his blue pants and white top looking like Flug's pants and lab coat and shirt color, also hints at how Flug looks like, maybe his eyes and hairstyle or something 🤔👀)

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[al-astakbar]

Thrawn + Spanking?👀🫶

Hcs or wtv your feeling! I love your writing!

> title ☆ Commander's Discretion

> summary ☆ Grand Admiral Thrawn provides correction.

> pairing ☆  Thrawn x reader ☆ word count [2.8k] ☆ warnings ☆ spanking; vaginal fingering; D/s elements; fraternization; power dynamics; power imbalance

> posted on ao3

Disciplining you is beneath him. You both know it. The wide gulf between your ranks, the time it takes out of his very busy, very important schedule. The application of the punishment itself. 

Why should a Grand Admiral waste his time administering correction personally to one out of the thousands aboard his ship? Why should he rouse himself from his chair, interrupt his meditations? Why should he exert himself?

He asks you each of these questions, from time to time. 

You never really have an answer for him. But each of you need this, in your own way. For Thrawn it’s a diversion. A delicate game of power and control, but a diversion all the same. For you…

“In this room, we will address the matters of your misconduct, and resulting discipline.” 

It takes you a long time to understand what you want. He always makes you ask for it. Makes you say exactly why you’ve come to his office at 22:30 when the ship is dark. You swallow hard. Don’t know what to say or how to say it. You know how it feels, you know the want, the deep, essential need to be at his mercy, to submit to his touch, but it is somehow more than that. And you need him to guide you to it. 

And so, you’ll be in his office, wearing your pt uniform, a t-shirt and shorts, and waiting for him to look up from his desk and acknowledge you. It takes all of your concentration not to fidget. His aloofness, his disregard, always puts you on edge. This could be the instance he decides you’re no longer worthy of his time.

When he does deign to notice you, finally, greeting you by your first name, with a quiet ‘good evening’-- your heart skips. 

You respond in kind, good evening sir, with your eyes cast down respectfully, though you ache to look at him directly. Only glimpses from beneath your lashes. That had taken time for you to learn. If submission is all he wants, you wonder sometimes why he still tolerates your imperfections. But eye-rolling and pouting have only ever earned you harsher treatment. He’s never sent you away untouched.

He stands, coming around from his desk, his gaze impassive. He likes to see you squirm. Drawing out the anticipation and uncertainty is part of the game. There is a formality to it. 

“Here, you will never speak unless spoken to.”

“Tell me why you’re here.” His voice is soft, but he allows no equivocation.

Once you get the words out-- for your attentions, sir-- he brings his white-gloved hands from behind his back, and pulls the glove off just his right hand, finger by finger. Blue. Seeing the skin bare makes you yearn for his touch. 

He is very good at instilling that slightest bit of fear each time, to make you wonder if you really did something wrong, to make you feel like you have at least earned what he’s giving you even if it hurts. Even though it’s humiliating.

“And you believe you are deserving of such attention?” 

You freeze. The question is a trap, of course. There is no good way to answer it. You think he just wants to see how creative you can be, though it feels more menacing than playful. He circles behind you, moving at a rather lazy pace that only makes your heart beat faster. You have to will yourself not to turn your head to follow him. “I-- I can’t… I don’t know that I deserve anything, sir. But I want…” the words stick in your throat. You feel warmer the nearer he is to you. Knowing that his focus is on you, and you alone. You feel almost painfully aware of him behind you. 

He gives a low ‘hmmm’. 

“Please spank me, sir.” You manage in hardly a whisper, the bare need in your voice making your face hot, your eyes sting. You’d never said it outright before, never like this. 

“Of course.” He says courteously. He sounds pleased. 

“You will do as you are told, without question.”

The commands are familiar and practiced. And yet, it’s always the simplest ones that are the hardest to obey. He’ll have you bend over his desk or the arm of the couch— probably the nicest piece of furniture on the entire ship— and he’ll yank your shorts down to mid-thigh. So typically efficient and practical of him. You swallow thickly, arousal already humming through your body at the thought of it, eager and ready for his correction. 

Tonight is different, though, and the twisting knot of anticipation tightens more because you haven’t yet figured out why. Tonight he sits on the couch and orders you to place yourself over his knee. It feels vulnerable, and personal, to feel the warmth of his skin so close to yours.  

He pulls your shorts off, down to your ankles. Smooths his hand up one thigh, then the other. When he speaks to you, he is calm and polite. “You’ve done very well.” He traces his fingers over your skin, too lightly, making you squirm. “You remembered how to use your words.”

You manage a quiet thank you. 

“However. there is the issue of your pattern of misbehavior over the past week. You have been insubordinate and disrespectful. ” He runs his finger under the seam of your panties and then lets it snap back. “Explain yourself. And be warned, a flippant attitude will not achieve the result you want.”

And what result would that be? Surely he knows. You always get embarrassingly wet as he spanks you. And he never comments. You leave every time with your ass welted and pink and your pussy dripping and go back to your stateroom and cum hard on your fingers. If this is all he’s willing to give you-- the privilege of his time-- you’re willing to take it. It’s enough. It has to be.

Teasing and slow, he pulls off your panties, gets rid of them and your shorts so you’re totally bare and a hot, dark thrill goes through you, knowing he can see everything. With his other arm, he scoops you more securely onto his lap, and you feel his erection pressed against your hip. 

You gasp. “Sir—“

He goes back to drawing his fingers across your skin, indistinct patterns that distract you from the answer you’re supposed to be giving. There is a line he has never crossed. Pretending this is all just strictness and punishment and not a flirtation with something more. You want to spread your legs wider. 

He never fails to surprise you with the first blow. It’s never as hard or soft as you expect. It’s never when you expect, and he likes to keep you on edge sometimes, anticipating it. You never know if he’s going to take his time, stroking gently over your skin before starting to turn it red. Or if, as his boots tap on the deck as he walks over to you, he won’t hesitate even a second. On many nights prior to this one, he’s stopped next to you, put a firm hand at the small of your back, and delivered the first blow so hard it made you yelp. And he won’t relent. Not when you scream. Not when you cry. Not when you try to writhe away from him. He uses his superior strength and weight to keep you pinned. No escape.

“Nothing to say for yourself?”

You can’t even manage a word, despite the invitation.

The Grand Admiral continues, listing out your transgressions, and you realize, with a pang of dread, that he actually sounds reproachful. “You have failed to show up at morning muster. You’ve neglected the most basic of military courtesies and decorum. Your conduct is to the prejudice of good order and discipline aboard my ship…

“And you roll your eyes every time Assistant Director Ronan speaks.” His voice goes dangerously quiet. “Or did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

So that’s what this was about. No longer just a game, played out with imagined misbehaviors and slights. Being a brat got you the attention you craved, but you aren’t sure if you should be so excited about it. “I--” 

Without warning, he brings his hand down and the sound of the impact rings throughout the room.

You bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning too loudly. The first stinging slap feels like it makes every right. It clears your mind. Purifies your senses.

The second actually hurts. 

Distantly you wonder what kind of trouble you’ve gotten yourself into. He’s never actually been displeased with you, and just like that your bravado withers. You’ve made a mistake. He really is angry.

You try to be good. Do your best not to struggle. Take your punishment well, show him that you can be obedient, and play the game you think he wants you to play. But he will, eventually, strip you of your composure. He doesn’t quite hit in the same place each time, alternating blows from side to side on your ass cheeks and the tops of your thighs until your entire backside feels like it’s on fire. 

“Thrawn--” you pant his name, vaguely aware that you just addressed the Commander of the Seventh Fleet by his first name.

He makes a low sound in his throat. What did he just tell you? The harsh rhythm of his hand is unceasing, and the power behind it grows stronger, every slap making your nerves sing with pain. 

He hits you again, harder, and again, and again, until he gets the reaction he wants and a cry wrenches from your throat. Each strike makes your core throb and it’s mortifying. You feel your face wet and you’re torn between begging for it to end, and asking him for more.

“You need this,” he reminds you ruthlessly when you start to strain against him. He shows you no mercy, only bars his arm across your back, delivering unrelenting blows-- you can’t help whimpering at the strength behind them-- and tells you again, he is giving you what you need.

The release of pain and emotion-- the spanking, and his displeasure with you--  finally break you. Inhibition falls away and you sob openly, tears streaming down your cheeks, all of your pride and frustration, the petty irritations and concerns of your day all burned off. Leaving you empty of everything except sensation. 

At last, long after you’ve lost count, he stops. For a time, the only sounds are your quiet crying and his breathing. 

You know what will happen now. You have to brace yourself for it, remind yourself not to be disappointed, and be grateful instead that he deigns to give you even this consideration. He will fetch the ointment you like, and rub it on your skin. If he’s feeling indulgent, he’ll do it slowly, but very soon he will help you up, see that you’re properly dressed, and then dismiss you.

Once again, though, he surprises you. He does not urge you off his lap yet. He begins stroking his hand over your reddened, tender skin. With a soft ‘hmm’, he squeezes each cheek, molding the flesh in his hands, prying you open to his inspection. He can see everything now, you’re sure, and he nudges your thighs open wider. When he shifts slightly, you can feel his erection, hard and hot pressed against your stomach.

You stay quiet, all at once embarrassed, relieved, and unbelievably aroused. 

“You’re very wet,” he observes.

You almost choke. Before you can formulate a response, he goes on.

“You enjoyed that as much as I did.” You can feel his hand, hovering, ready to dip between your legs. “Shall I make you come?”

Your voice catches in your throat. 

“You must tell me…” 

“Please,” you gasp.

“Tell me with your words,” he commands, his hand stroking along the curve of your ass, along your upper thighs, everywhere except where you really want his touch. “And I will reward you.” 

You give a high, desperate moan, trying to lift your hips, legs cast wide and wanton, all dignity abandoned. “Please make me come.”

He obliges you. He moves you swiftly, sitting you up on his lap with your back to his chest. You feel small against his large frame, small with his arms around you and before you can think too much about how he’s never held you like this before, he’s spreading your thighs over his. 

You tip your head back on his shoulder as he pushes one finger into your slick pussy, then a second. With his fingers curled in you and his other arm wrapped around you pinning your arms at your waist, he lets you grind on his palm. 

He exhales a low, quiet laugh, as if he can’t quite believe how much you like this. He murmurs something about how you’re delightfully responsive, such a beautiful sight, so wet and hot and tight on his fingers. How pretty your ass looks after he’s turned it red. His lips close to your cheek-- if you turned your head, you’d be kissing-- and he praises you, his voice like a caress, encouraging you in the most obscene terms to take your pleasure. 

He breaks off, moans against your neck when he feels you start to come apart, and answers your need, slipping his other hand down to make clever little circles on your clit. You squeeze your thighs, shaking, pleading his name until you lapse to incoherent sounds. The release he gives you is exquisite, more intense than you’ve ever managed alone, as you give over control of yourself to him, completely. Panting, unashamed, wild with desire, you come hard on his fingers. You clench and spasm around them, riding the feeling out until you’re too tender to be touched and shivering from overstimulation. 

Soon, he lifts you gently off him, leaves to another room and returns with the familiar ointment. All quiet, he rubs it on your tender, pink skin which still bears his handprints, and though he says nothing, you think he seems very satisfied. When he is finished, he fetches a blanket and wraps it around you, then arranges you on his lap with your head tucked under his chin. 

Slowly, you drift in and out of light sleep. Occasionally voicing a thought to him while he has one arm around you and the other holding his datapad.

“I left a wet spot on your trousers,” you say into his chest.

“Yes,” he agrees. “I would expect contrition, but you sound rather proud of yourself.”

You don’t know how long it takes you to come down. To come back to yourself. But after a while you can’t ignore it anymore… “Sir…?” 

His cock is achingly hard. You feel the line of it pressed against your ass, but when you wiggle a bit he slaps your thigh sharply. “No. Be still.” 

You let it drop, though even that rejection is not enough to jolt you out of the feeling of warm, safe contentment you have, gathered as you are in his embrace.

“Do you understand now?” He asks after a time. He’s stroking your hair absently, still reading.

You nod. You do, you think, and you mumble against his shoulder how you had felt, the relief of expressing precisely what you wanted, and the freedom to enjoy it. “But you still…rewarded me and I didn’t deserve it.”

“Perhaps not. Though, rolling your eyes at the Assistant Director can be excused.”

You aren’t sure if you’re allowed to laugh or not. 

Many would say he is hard to read, but to you, having spent so much time with him in the most unlikely circumstances, he hardly seems expressionless. Enigmatic, certainly, and with a streak of cold pragmatism that rarely endears him to anyone. But if you turned your head, you’d see him smiling. 

All too soon, it is time to go, though you really don’t want to. Thrawn shifts you off his lap, watches you dress. You feel a little shy again faced with his imposing height and sharp red gaze. He is still in full uniform. This time, and every time before, he’d never so much as unfastened his collar . 

You’ll see him tomorrow morning on the bridge. That, at least, is a small comfort. He will stop behind you, looking over your shoulder at your workstation. Speak to you with the same quiet restraint, but as you shift in your seat, sore, he will give you a knowing look. Gesture at something on your screen, large, elegant hands in crisp white gloves, and all you can see is the familiar, intimate motion of him pulling the glove off, finger by finger, to deal with you at his discretion. 

And from over your shoulder, he’ll remind you, in a low voice, whenever you have need, Lieutenant. You have only to ask, and I shall provide. 

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🦊Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

😍Miss Manager is Adorable 😍

Inarizaki x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

AN: This is a request from @times-new-roman-in-pastel! This was requested in addition!

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How does one describe Inarizaki 🤔

Hmm words like scary, intimidating and strong come to mind

The essence of a power house

Plus Atsumu 😅

Please I'm barely starting and I can't resist 🤣

Let's be honest, they are blunt, loud, outspoken and super intimidating

Kita says whatever is on his mind, Atsumu and Osamu have no filters

Suna is essentially the Tsukishima of Inarizaki

Omimi is just like Ushijima 😐

There is literally nothing soft about Inarizaki

That is 👀 until they met you 🥰🌈🌸

Being a new student at Inarizaki is hard on its own, but when you are the most adorable, softest human on earth 🥺

Well it's extremely difficult

Their uniforms are dark colors mixed with some white

Nit really your style but thankfully there is some room to accessorize 💅🏼

Some adorable tights with hearts or bows

A colorful hair ribbon 🎀

Maybe a colorful necklace or undershirt 😍

Sorry YN but you stick out like a sore thumb

But hey, sticky out isn't all bad right?

Definitely not 🤩

You get alot of attention for both females and males in your class as well as above and below you

You're a second year- forgot to mention that 🙃

You are dubbed the cutest thing to ever walk the halls of Inarizaki

You are so sweet and kind YN

You help your fellow classmates with homework

You are there when anyone needs a hug

And you are, somehow, the only thing that can prevent the twins from fighting 🤨

I'll repeat it...

YN LN is essentially a miracle worker

One day, your bobbing down the hallway when you see Osamu push Atsumu into the lockers

You 👉🏻😳😱🏃‍♀️

Before Atsumu can turn around and punches Osamu, you are there

Your hand goes to Atsumu's cheek

Atsumu 👉🏻😃🍭 whet-

"Oh my gosh are you ok?? Do you need a bandage? I have all different types right here in my bag! Here have a piece of candy while I look for the bandaids"- you, handing Atsumu a piece of candy while you dig for your most colorful bandaids

Osamu 👉🏻😲

Please Osamu is so jealous

You find a small blue bandaid and place it on Atsumu's cheek

"There! That should make it feel all better! Bye now"- you, skipping away lile a freaking cherub 👼

Thankfully Kita and the gang saw the whole thing

Please Atsumu and Osamu are still frozen 🤚🏻

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"- Aran looking at Kita

"I'm thinking we just found our new manager"- Kita 😀

So that's the origin story of YN's ascent to manager status 🙌🏻

What I say next, I mean

Yn you literally become these boys life blood 🥺

They think you are the most adorable and cutest manager around 😍

Suna calla you "smol sunshine"

Omimi gives you constant headpats

Michinari and Riseki THRIVE off your praise YN 🤗

You are just so bubbly all the time I can't 😭

I like want to squish your cute little cheeks

BTW Atsumu totally does that to you

"Awe YN you are just so adorable"- Atsumu

You 👉🏻🤩🌸🍭🌈

Literally, I'm pretty sure you sprinkle flowers when you enter the gym YN ✋️

You are always doing special things for your boys

Baking cookies 🍪

Making onigiri for Osamu because you know he loves it

Cleaning the volleyballs before Kita can even think about it

"Oh Kita I already polished then for you since I had extra time"- you 🤗

Kitas all like 👇🏻

You let Suna lay his head on you while you knit or draw

Ginjima needs a hug sometimes and there's our little YN ready and waiting 🫂

Aran is constantly just stressed and you are there with a cup of calming tea 🍵

Seriously YN these boys would fall apart without you

At tournaments, these boys turn from big ole softies to hard asses real quick

Inarizaki👉🏻 😠😤👿

YN 👉🏻 🤸‍♀️💃💐💕🌈🌞

It's quite the sight 😅

Since you have to wear the traditional, white pants, black shirt and maroon jacket, you often wear your hair super cute

Space buns perhaps 🤩

Maybe with some cut clips 🥺

Please I want to be you YN

You made pins to put on your jackets so that you could distinguish yourself from the other managers

Like it would be that hard 😅

However, these boys are so protective of you YN

They think you are fragile and soft and they need to protect that at all costs!

So when you are filling up water bottles-

Water bottles, I might add, that you have decorated with stickers 🤗

Please I'm 33 and put stickers on everything 🤚🏻

When you back up into a yellow broading man

Seriously you have to look up because whoa is he tall 😅

"Oh im so sorry!! I didn't see you there! But I really like your jacket! Yellow is one of my favorite colors"- you, 👐🏻

Side note: Tendou would love you 💞

The tall man just glares at you behind is mask

➖️⬜️➖️

That's my mask glare face 😐

I have little to work with people 👏🏻

Anyways, you are just staring at Sakusa like 😃🥰

And he's just a big ole grump grump

Suddenly the ball of sunshine known as Komori approaches

"I'm sorry about him. He doesn't know how to act around pretty girls. I'm Komori and this is Sakusa"- Komori says, waving at you

"I'm YN!! Inarizaki's Manager 👐🏻"- you, being so cute

"Oh nice! I didn't know Inarizaki had such a cute manager"- Komori, shooting his shot

Honestly, you go king 🤴

"Komori- get away from my YN!"- Atsumu, barreling towards you two

"Our- OUR YN idiot"- Osamu following behind

"Hi guys!! 👋🏻 "- you, completely oblivious and so freaking cute

Suna comes up from the left and puts his arm around you

"Hi suna!"- You giving him a big hug 🫂

Please he's smirking over your shoulder at everyone 😏

"I just met Komori and Sakusa!"- You

"Yeah that's great YN- time to go"- Atsumu glaring 😑

"Whoa man chill"- Komori, hands up 🖐🏻🖐🏻

"Come on YN"- Osamu grabbing your hand

"I'll see you guys later"- you waving 👋🏻

"No you wont"- Suna

"What?"- You

"Oh nothing-" Suna, the smug asshole

Later, after a day of hard games your boys come in 2nd place at Interhigh

You were seriously crying 😢

I mean, I would be too!

YN, our queen, was crying, screaming and hugging all her boys 🥰

At the meeting later that night, you ask the coaches if you can say something

"I- I just wanted to say how proud I am of you guys and to show my appreciation, I made you all foxes with your jersey numbers on them"- you, showing the boys your creation

PLEASE, YN KNITTED THESE BY HAND

Atsumu and Osamu immediately run to you and hug you so tight

Kita, Aran, Omimi and Michinari are all crying 😭

Ginjima is sleeping with his every single night

And Suna 👀

Suna just smiles at his, thinking about how Inarizaki had the best manager in the entire world 🥰

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[astermagne]

Adamsapple Vampire Au Comfort mini fic

Adam was panting heavily in bed. A recent fight had left him with a concerning amount of blood loss, and honestly, his makeup hid the changes to his features pretty well. Lightheaded, dizzy, he could barely keep his head up. Fuuuuuuck.

It wouldn’t last more than what, 3, 4, 5 hours tops but u g h . This feeling sucked!

The door to his room opened, and Adam let out a snarl. “Go away! I ordered you all to just, fuck, let me be! Can’t you take an order, fucking- “ The brunette stopped when he saw who was at the door. No one in uniform, that’s for sure. The pure white certainly was a different sight to see form the usual greys and blacks people for here.

“Is that any way to say hello to a guest?”

“Lucifer- fuck- what -“ He pushed himself up to sit , but winced. His back hurt, his neck hurt, ugh , everything in his upper body hurt. He could swear there were two Lucifers at some point.

The blonde had a chalice with him, apparently, as Adam found out when it touched his hips. He leaned back only slightly, and as soon as the golden yellow liquid touched his lips, he began to swallow, to drink ravenously. It was cold. But the taste, exquisite. And when it was done, the aftertaste still lingered in his mouth like wine. His head fell back against the frame and he stared at the other.

“Where’d you get it.”

Lucifer chuckled. “Does it matter where I got it? You certainly didn’t seem to care when you drank it like the desert drinks water.”

An unsatisfied stare from Adam made the other clear his throat. “I have my ways. “ he continued with a hand gesture. “ None of yours , I can assure you. “ Lucifer sat on the bed next to Adam. Adam grabbed Lucifer’s wrist almost immediately, and brought it up to his face. Turning it. Free from any wound…it only made his brows furrow and his curiosity grow.

Slowly his headache started to leave..not completely, though. But if was more bearable at least..

But the one main question remained.

Where did he get such blood..?

This was supposed to be a comfort thing but now it’s a mystery thing

Where do you think that blood came from 👀?

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I loooove all your nun art, do you have a specific AU that nun!High belongs to? Is Flo involved and/or also a nun? 👀

Hello! Thanks for loving her!!! <3 Actually I have so many nun-adjacent designs for High that I realize it seems confusing which AU they belong to, whether she's a nun or not, or if it's an AU at all!! I'll put some pics and links below for info <3

This nun-high (all white ft. red) is from my fallen angel AU! This is the only AU where she's actually a nun :( LOL!!! she's an angel crazy nun.. who actually only believes in angels.... fake nun. Florent is in this AU and he is not a nun, he is the eponymous fallen angel Read more about this AU here

This nun adjacent high is Alsace!high (easy to spot bc only design where she has gray hair) and she is not a nun... she is a cathedral nurse................ she has a self indulgent design and a uniform design! Florent is just a flowerboy in this AU Read more about this AU here

All the designs below are not AUs but I'm putting them here for being even if one is just mildly nun inspired

Halloween costume....

Saintly Strawberry Diner High.... just outfits for funsies

I think that's about it!!!!

Send me an ask!