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[hoshigray]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - oral (m! receiving) - ball-massaging - face + throat-fucking - praise - pet names (baby, cutie, mama, sweet thing) - implied that reader has given oral prior - first-time Toji finding enjoyment in receiving oral - heavy depictions of a blowjob - mention of spit.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: "Toji has never really enjoyed oral. At least, not until Y/n went down on them for the first time…"

I was playing with NSFW prompts for the first time, and this was literally the first one it gave me…genius. (¬‿¬) guess kinda a switch-up from this oldie i did~ hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and New Year's, accept this as my welcome back present, hehe~ also tysm for 4.6k, hello????

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

“…Hey, Toji?” 

“Yeah, baby?”

“…Can I…..give you a blowjob?”

Up until this point, Toji was never one to be given oral from anyone. 

Giving oral isn’t a problem. But receiving it from someone else? That’s another thing. Call it his personal preference or years of sexual experience, but the older man never actually found pleasure in it. It could be from the many inexperienced minxs he’s had to get his dick wet, whose frequent teeth and bites sabotaged the mood for him. Or probably from the others who just really didn’t appear to know what they were doing — again, ruining the mood. Or the fact that most of the time, as mentioned, he finds himself satisfying his partner at the time more than himself. 

Not that he minds at all; no, no. He finds great satisfaction in going in between someone’s legs and getting them turned on from his work. But when it comes to the thought of having his dick sucked, it’s a hard pass. Respectfully. 

Which brings us to the present: him on the couch with an arm wrapped behind your shoulders, bringing you close to him as you watch television comfortably. The ceiling lights dimmed to a warm low glow, your head draped on his shoulder as his hand rubs comforting circles on yours, and the silence only filled with the voices coming from the TV isn’t awkward in the presence of you two. Why would it be? He’s with you, his little sweet thing. And that’s all he wants right now.

So, after all the fidgeting with your thumbs and the occasion glances at him (which he noticed, of course), it was apparent that you’d soon ask him something out of the blue. What he hadn’t expected, though, was that question. 

“Pfft, that’s random,” he scoffs at the sudden question, and more subtle chuckles resort from the bashful turn of your head. God, you were so cute. “Why ask, sweet thing?”

“I was…just wondering, you know?” Your eyes travel down to your twiddling thumbs, avoiding Toji’s deep, observant emerald gaze. “We’ve been together for this long, and not once have I ever given you a blowjob. And I know, you always say you’re fine with it, but like…I really wanna give you one.”

And that’s when you muster up some confidence to peer up at him meekly, and that’s what seals the deal for Toji. Who is he to deny such puppy dog eyes from his baby? 

“Okay then,” he chortles with a smirk, the scar on his right side rooted up. It’s just a blowjob. If not for me, then for them. “Do what you do, cutie.” Little did he know that this would blow his expectations far out.

It started out nice and slow. Toji indulged in your kisses as you snuck your hand into the hem of his drawstring pants, sucking on his tongue while fingers crept inside his boxer briefs to give his cock a rub. He groans into your mouth, liking how you’re setting the mood until you take your lips away from his and slide off the couch to be between his legs. Removing his underwear to the floor, you examine his half-soft dick before using your hands to wrap around the base, massaging around it while you take the tip in your mouth. Toji sighs in bliss at the feeling of your soft licks and rolls of your tongue, shifting around to get more comfortable on the couch.

His erection becomes less and less flaccid, hardening around your mouth. This is where you decide to take in more of his length, hallowing your cheeks as you push your puffy lips down halfway down his erection. By the time you reach this base, your throat is so full of Toji’s girth that you use his sweatpants as reins for your hands as you try to give yourself a few seconds to adjust to the limb occupying your throat. You continue to suck on his cock, bobbing up and down with your saliva coating him, your tongue moving around on the underside of his dick every time you suck up to the tippy top. 

The sucks and strokes to his length become a little faster, and it’s here that Toji can’t concentrate on the television. Subtle twitches of his leg result from the hummed moan you express while taking him to the hilt. The vibrations that resonate along the inner walls of your throat are felt. It feels so good. And the tongue of yours? Fuck. His brows trench down when your tongue licks from the bottom of his ridge to the frenulum, giving his cockhead an onslaught of rough licks and kisses that has Toji exhale through his nose. “Hmmnn, fuck…Y/n, baby, y’re so good at this…Uhghh!”

You release his tip with a soft ‘plop’ with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his spit-covered cock. “Ahahhn, really?” Oh, fucking shit, don’t look at him like that. Your hooded eyes peering up at him with a soft smile while your hands maintain a stroking rhythm that has Toji squirm around your grasp. And then you surprise him with a grasp of his ballsack, oh you’re a devilish cutie. “That makes me happy to know,” you give him a giggle when Toji involuntarily bucks to your hands; the veiny limb contrasting with your pretty fingers is such a sight to see. The pulsating commotion between your legs progresses more by the second.

More dangerous licks paired with the massage to his balls as Toji huff is bliss. “Ahhh, sh–shit…Ya like how my dick tastes, mama?”

Taking his cock back into your mouth with alluringly half-lidded eyes is the answer you give him, your lips covering your teeth as your jaw relaxes to welcome his neither limb back inside your warm oral cavity. The suction of your hallow cheeks became lethal with the increased speed, your tongue now swirling around him and creating such deviant noises that only Toji focuses on despite the television vices failing to drown them out. 

Holy shit, Toji wasn’t expecting this kind of treatment at all. This was downright out of the water from all the other oral ordeals he’s had in his life. How the fuck were you so good at this!? Cupping his balls while slurping his dick was such a dangerous combo; Toji doesn’t know how long he’ll contain the urge to stand and fuck your face here and now. Goddamn, the faster you bob your lips on him, the shiver down his spine is hard to ignore. His hips jerking to your mouth; he wants to fuck your face so bad. And just looking at your ass sway while you suck on him, he knows you’re enjoying this as well. 

It reaches a point where he can’t take it anymore — he wants to go faster and harder. So Toji grabs your head as he stands up and dials the tempo to a harsher motion, propelling your lips down to his pelvis. And you’re quick not to panic, being sure to breathe when Toji smacks his testicles to your chin and ruts into your face and throat with no mercy. Toji moans at the sensation of your gummy walls wrapping around his length, hissing at your muffled wails as he hits the back of your throat. “Fsshhh—Hnngh!! Fuckin’ shit, just like that, mama, just like that…Ohhggh!”

You can feel the veins on his girth pulsate, indicating that his release is soon coming. The thrusts to your face get erratically faster, so you’re sure to grab onto his sweatpants to make sure you don’t lose balance as he spills his load down your throat. Ending it with a few rough hits to your lips, Toji groans with gritted teeth, shaky, strong legs pumping his semen for you to drink, which you merrily take with muzzled squeals on his shaft. The both of you experience the last moment of this euphoric high until Toji’s body calms down, heavy breaths going slower with every expel. He gives you a few moments to suck him off a little more before removing himself from you, gradually pulling his length, quivering with the aftershocks at the dismissal of your warm walls around him. And he jolts when you tease him with one last lick to the sensitive tip. 

“Hahhh, damn, cutie,” Toji takes a seat back on the couch, eyeing you down with a weary smirk and furrowed brows. “Since when did ya like to get down and dirty?”

You sheepishly smile back and avert your eyes down, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “I’m glad you liked it, Toji.” 

“Sure as hell did,” he bends down to grab your chin and bring you in for a kiss. The squeaks you let out when he bites your lips are too adorable and hot to his ears. “Want me to eat you out, sweet thing?”

“Really?” God, you were too cute — beaming at him like that with such a lovely smile. 

“Sure thing. Besides, I saw the way you were movin' that ass while suckin’ me off. So, I got you,” Toji takes off his sweatpants, moving his legs to be on the couch entirely. His dick is still standing erect, and he gives you a suggestive grin before tapping his chest, a sign for you to get ready and sit on him. “Only if ya can do that shit on me again.” The request takes you aback for a minute, but you chuckle and stand up. You remove your bottoms and underwear, and Toji notices the wet spot on the material. 

Again, Toji is Toji was never one to be given oral. But if he’s going to be treated like this, you might be able to change his mind.

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[teddiesworldd]

muffled moans and whiskey kisses.

is it morally okay to fuck a customer? (2.4k words)

a\n: thank you for all the love on my first posts! i hope you love this one just as much! also, if it wasn't made clear, ghost is wearing a mask with a cut-out for his mouth. enjoy!

pairing: ghost x female waitress!reader

tags/warnings: nsfw mdni!!, just a regular ol' bathroom hookup with the biggest guy you've ever seen, porn with plot, hickeys, a little choking if you squint

it was one of those shifts where the hours just dragged on and on. the day felt like it was never going to end as you wiped down another table and laid out the silverware neatly on top of a napkin. your mind wandered off somewhere else, but you snapped back to reality when you saw 4 huge guys walk through the pub doors and stroll over to the bar. one looked a little older than the others with a thick blonde moustache and cream bucket hat. two of them were a little shorter, a scruffy mohawk on one and the other with tanned skin covered by a blue jacket. however, it was the fella trailing behind them who made your hairs stand on end. he was absolutely giant. he was wearing a tight black t-shirt that showed off the thick, red scars which ran down his massive arms. and just to add to it, his whole face, except for his eyes and mouth, was covered by a worn-out skull mask. you realised you were staring when his dark eyes met yours and you shifted your glance back down to the table you were tending to. you could feel his eyes burning onto you as he walked past.

it was only when all 4 men were seated that you realised your colleague was still out the back and you'd have to go over and make their drinks for them yourself.

no biggie.

you make drinks for people all the time.

you desperately tried to calm your own nerves as you walked over to the bar, suddenly aware of how tight your clothes felt. the sweat on your palms. the loose hairs that had fallen from your ponytail and were now tickling your neck.

not people like this.

you were a confident person most of the time, but this skull-face guy was intimidating as hell. and the way he looked at you like a piece of meat earlier, like he wanted to eat you up. yikes. you pushed the little door open and walked behind the bar, smoothing down your waitressing apron and putting on your best customer-service smile.

"what can i get for you?"

the first three were relatively nice. the older chap was quite charming, really, making polite small talk and asking about your day. the guy with the mohawk tried cracking a few jokes which made you cringe a little but it was sweet regardless. and you noticed the military badge on the blue jacket of the third man, which made a lot of sense as the bar was right next to the military base. you had soldiers and the likes come in often, trying to drink away the stress of their day. but these guys were different. high-ranking, probably. after you had served the three, you moved down towards the fourth and asked the same question. it was only now that you realised how dark his eyes actually were. they were like dark pools of chocolate. like an empty street at night. and his pretty blonde lashes were like the stars. how could someone so big and scarred be pretty? you wondered.

"a whiskey, please."

his voice was so deep, and he had a bit of a manchester twang to his words. something about him, though frightening, was sort of attractive. the way the corners of his mouth turned up when he spoke to you. the way his huge hands rested on the bar, twiddling and fidgeting with his thick fingers and rings like he was nervous. the way he looked at you said otherwise. you wondered what those hands would feel like on you. in you. he didn't break eye contact with you the whole time he ordered, licking his lips with a sparkle in his eye. you poured the drink, then turned back to him and placed it in front of him. he thanked you and sipped it slowly.

the men stayed for a while, chatting about their recent missions and such, laughing and ordering more drinks. but the masked guy kept looking at you, sometimes at your face, sometimes at where your flesh spilled out over the buttons of your white shirt. he wasn't exactly trying to hide it either, the perv. you couldn't help but look at him too, shamelessly. he even caught you a few times looking at the way his muscles moved as he brought the glass up to his lips.

when he excused himself and walked over to the bathrooms, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, the tension between the two of you was almost suffocating. however, this was the complete opposite of a break from him.

he stood in front of the door like, well, like a ghost. his finger beckoning you to follow him. you questioned your life up to this point and scanned around the pub, it was pretty late on a weekday so it was completely empty except for the group at the bar. you put down the glass you were polishing, took off your apron and excused yourself to the three men who remained in front of you. luckily, none of them payed much attention, going straight back to their conversation.

you know what he wanted from you, of course, it wasn't like he was bringing you into the bathroom for a conversation. but still, a part of you just couldn't believe what was about to happen. he was probably a whole foot taller than you, and twice as wide.

he must be absolutely packing. he'd probably spilt me open.

you tried not to think about it.

you pushed the door quietly, your manicured nails tapping gently when they made contact. you barely even pushed the thing open before he was pulling you by the wrist into the nearest cubical, and locking the door behind him. he didn't say a word. he just pressed his lips to yours. the kiss got heated pretty quickly. you could taste the whiskey on his tongue. the way your mouths fitted together - it was like you were made for each other. it felt so perfect. so addictive.

he pulled away and moved his head into the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking and leaving dark red marks across your collarbone. you couldn't help the moan that left your lips, earning a quiet "shhhh, lovie" between kisses. his voice was gorgeous. he soon reached your cleavage, planting bites and kisses all over. there was something so refreshing about him. most guys you'd been with didn't care about any of this stuff, they just wanted to be done as quickly as possible. not him, he took his time marking you, like you were something rare and precious. like you were something special. he moved his hand up to undo the buttons of your shirt, looking up at you with lust filled eyes.

"do you want this? hm? do you want me?" he growled.

you couldn't believe he was teasing you already. of course you did. "mhmm" you nodded frantically, trying to speed him up by undoing your buttons yourself, but he stopped you at the first one.

"ah ah, no. be patient, doll. tell me. tell me you want me." he asked nicely this time, waiting for your response.

"please," you whined out, a little more desperately as you intended, trying to retain a little bit of your dignity. you were still fully clothed, you didn't want to seem too needy. yet.

after hearing your response, he placed another kiss to your chest and started undoing the buttons. so slowly. it was like torture. you placed you small hand onto the back of his head, guiding him down, which he must of liked because it made him look up at you with the most devilish glint in his eye. oh, this man was about to ruin you. he hooked his fingers into the waist of your skirt, pulling it all the way off and stuffing it into the pocket of his jeans. what a gentleman, he didn't want your clothes getting all dirty on the floor of the men's bathroom. gross. after spending a second admiring your pretty lace panties and matching bra, he asked you, "you always wear underwear like this, love? what a little slut you are." something about the way he spoke to you made you absolutely wet. he looked gorgeous at this angle, knelt down in front of you, shoulders broad, inches away from your heat. part of you wanted to just pull his face into you, but he was definitely much stronger than you, so unfortunately you'd just have to wait it out.

he kissed the inside of your thighs, then over your clothed clit, making you beg for him again. then he pulled your underwear to the side, finally pressing his mouth to your soaked pussy. he felt amazing. he must be pretty experienced because he knew exactly how, when and where to make you whine and pant at every movement. the way his tongue swirled in little circles around your clit made your head spin. and the way he looked at you, never breaking eye contact, he was intoxicating. you knew if you made too much noise then his friends would definitely hear you - the walls were pretty thin. but it was so hard when he was sending you towards the edge so quickly. and when he pushed two of his thick fingers inside of you, you had to cover your mouth to keep yourself quiet. he curled it just right to hit the perfect spot inside you over and over. just his hand was stretching you out, and hitting spots that had never been hit by your own fingers. you knew you weren't going to last much longer at the brutal pace he was moving inside of you. you hooked your leg over his huge shoulder, and when he started sucking you could feel the knot in your stomach twisting. he knew this too and when you clenched around his fingers he pulled away, leaving you a panting, sweaty mess and depriving you of your orgasm.

"don't worry, doll. i'm not done with you yet," he said, standing up and turning you around so your chest was against the wall with your back to him. "want you to come on my cock, not on my fingers."

you could hear him undoing his belt and his cargo pants dropping to the floor behind you. he grabbed your hips and pulled your ass back towards him, lining you up nicely. you just knew it was going to be the biggest you'd ever taken. his tip prodded at your entrance, and he pushed slowly into you. he was huge. you hissed as he pushed inside, and he immediately stopped, checking if you're okay before carrying on, splitting you open. once you had adjusted, he started moving at a more regular pace, fucking you deep and slow. your tight pussy gripping his dick like a vice. he managed to find that spongey spot inside of you pretty quickly, hitting it over and over and causing you to let out a pornographic moan. he brought his hand over your mouth in response, muffling your slutty noises.

"is that good, lovie? yeah? you like it when i fuck you like that?" he groaned into your ear, bending over to kiss your neck and bare shoulder.

your eyes rolled back in response, bouncing back into him, which he didn't appreciate very much. with a deep grunt, the hand that remained on your hip tightened its grip, keeping you in place as he pounded into you. your head fell back into his chest in pure ecstasy, the pleasure being almost overwhelming. you could feel like knot building inside you again, getting close to your orgasm once more. his hand moved from his hip down between your legs, rubbing your clit just right, causing you to shriek into his hand. your legs began to shake as you were hurtling towards your climax. when you finally came, he had to move his hand from your clit to under your waist, holding you upright as your orgasm rocked through you. you cried out into his palm, tears forming in the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

when you finally fell back down to earth, he brought you to your knees and pushed his huge cock into your mouth to chase his own orgasm. it was the first time you'd managed to get a proper look at it. it was the perfect shade of baby pink, your own juices gleaming on his tip. a thick vein ran down the shaft all the way to his firm, full balls. he had a decent amount of blonde hair that trailed upwards towards his bellybutton and disappeared under his t-shirt. you happily took him into you mouth, taking him as far as you could and stroking the rest with your hand. his hand found its way around your neck and squeezed gently, feeling so small in his massive hand. you looked up at him and noticed how he was biting his lip, trying to keep himself quiet. the way his eyes rolled back when you chocked on the sheer size of his dick was so hot that it almost made you want to turn back around and ask for round two. but before you knew it, he was holding your ponytail in his fist and thick ropes of cum were filling your cheeks and running down your throat. his grip on your neck and hair tightened as he let out a grunt, which was loud enough for the boys at the bar to hear for sure, but you didn't care anymore. this man was truly something else.

he helped you get up, dressed and clean afterwards, returning your skirt and carefully wiping your mouth with his thumb. he smiled at you as he did this, telling you how pretty you were and how he just had to fuck you. you went back into the pub one after the other, as to not raise suspicion. but your makeup was all ruined and he had sort of a pornstar sweat-glow to him, so it was pretty obvious regardless. he finished the last mouthful of his whiskey and left with his boys.

it was only when you'd cleaned up their glasses and locked up the pub that you realised you didn't ask for his number. or even his name, for god's sake.

but you were sure that this wouldn't be the last time that giant of a man would stumble in for a drink on a wednesday afternoon.

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[revehae]

warnings: noncon

wc. 1053

repost.

jeno wasn’t expecting to see you, but when he saw you, standing at his front doorstep in that tiny miniskirt that left little to the imagination, it felt like christmas had come prematurely.

“no offense,” jeno said, glancing down at you with your hands locked timidly behind your back as he chatted with you in his kitchen for the past few minutes. “but this couldn’t have been a text message?”

your eyes widened a little, nervous. he knew it was the wrong thing to ask. not only was he well aware that he made you nervous, you were so fucking sensitive. you were twiddling with your fingers behind your frame. “oh, um, i just thought it would be nicer to thank you in person. i can leave, if you want.”

jeno resisted a snicker. this was a typical response. it was brutal, he knew, to have fun toying with your reactions, but he couldn’t help but find it cute how easy it was to hurt your feelings and yet you continued to be so meek.

as an early christmas present, jeno had gifted you with a necklace a couple of days ago as a thanks for helping him with his finals. it was clinging to your neck now, silver stones twinkling under his kitchen lights. you hadn’t been home when he came to drop it off, him having handed it off to your stepbrother to give to you, so you never got the chance to express your gratitude.

“nah, i want you to stay,” jeno said, coming a foot closer. 

“oh, uh,” you stammered. “okay.”

god, you were everything. when he was there, it was practically impossible for you to keep yourself together. in spite of all these long years of knowing each other, of jeno being at your older stepbrother’s side and coming over to your house so often your parents entrusted him with a spare key, he thought you would’ve been a little more comfortable.

but you weren’t. you liked jeno, that was obvious enough, but not in the way other girls did. to them, he was irresistible, a deity whose bones they were desperate to jump and worshiped. and to jeno, it was better that way. how typical of him to want the one girl that wasn’t interested in knowing what he looked like with his pants off.

sometimes he still liked to hope that you did, that all your shifting and fidgeting as you sat at upstairs at your bedroom desk together, alone, swallowing the lump in your throat when you noticed how heavily his eyes were trained on you, was because of some newfound attraction you held, but he knew better. 

it was something else. fear, maybe. though jeno couldn’t imagine why, because he hadn’t given you a reason to fear him yet. regardless of what it was that had you so uneasy around him, jeno liked it a little more than he thought he would. he liked your nerves, your wariness. 

of course, you noticed him gradually approaching you, your heartbeat quickening with every step he took. it always did that when jeno got too close, for no apparent reason. your stepbrother liked to tease you, joking that you were head over heels for his best friend, but you knew that that couldn’t be further from the truth.

jeno was handsome and he was kind, and funny, and everything in between, but he was also scary as all hell. you couldn’t really explain why, you never could. even when you were little, though jeno had never been anything but a sweetheart to you, when you knew he was coming over, you lingered in your room the whole time and only came out to eat.

at least now you could handle being alone with him, but like all those years ago, there was something about his aura, his spirit, that was asphyxiating.

and then he started to be attracted to you, which couldn’t have been any creepier. 

you took a step back when you noticed jeno’s hands inch dangerously close to your hips. clearing your throat, you suggested, “maybe i should go.”

jeno snickered, as if that was funny to him. “you’re not going anywhere. you know that, though.”

that’s the moment when jeno learned something else about you: for a girl as shy as you were, you sure as hell could put up a fight. 

not too good of one, but it wasn’t your fault that jeno was stronger than you’d ever be. it wasn’t your fault that when he brought his palm squarely to your throat, squeezing just enough to threaten the integrity of your windpipe, you froze like a deer in headlights. it wasn’t your fault that he threw you to the floor and tore your panties from under your tiny skirt, threatening to crush every bone in your body if you made a noise.

it occured to you then that you had every right to be terrified, that the bad energy you sensed from his mere presence wasn’t a figment of your imagination, but your subconscious warning you of the threat it had always recognized him for.

you wanted to yelp when you heard his belt unbuckling, and you wanted to scream when he threw your legs open, but it snatched the sound right of the back of your throat when he pushed himself inside. you had no noise, only endless tears, making the ceiling fan blur as you stared at it. 

you looked away. you didn’t want to remember this happening, but the force of his thrusts alone told you that your body would, his hips jack-hammering your core and his fingertips tightening and loosening around your neck, taunting you.

“fuck, you’re just as i imagined,” jeno groaned, wanting to be buried as deeply inside of you as he could, and it felt like he was already there.

“jeno, please, stop. please, it hurts,” you whimpered, eyes pleading for mercy, for remorse. “i’ll tell jaemin!”

“tell him,” jeno said, chuckling. his breath was heavy and thick, all you could hear in his voice. his eyes fell from your trembling lips to your rolled up shirt, your perfect breasts exposed to his bare eyes. you felt so hot and so cold at the same time. “tell him everything. i’ll give you a story, alright?”

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[chrollohearttags]

pornstar!reiner is nervous about the first time he actually films with you!..

it’s not for a lack of skill or that he thinks he’ll squander the opportunity. No, he’s certain that he’ll know what to do with it once he’s given the chance..or so he thinks. Up until this point, his only costar was his right hand and the occasional silicone assistant, who he didn’t have to worry about or check in on. He could focus solely on pleasuring himself for the viewers. But with you in the picture? He had to be a little more cautious. A little more aware of his actions..he couldn’t just thrash his cock around inside of you with no rhythm or pace like his toys. He had to make sure you were alright or otherwise, his subscribers would have his comment section littered with complaints. Naturally, he just wanted to take care of his lady as well! He couldn’t have you believing you were merely a job that needed to be finished. He wanted everyone to get a glimpse of your lovemaking firsthand. The raw, unadulterated, footage that made up your amazing sex life.

The long nights where the two of you tousled around in the sheets, laughing and exchanging sloppy pecks whilst he fed you deep strokes. Staring into each other’s eyes with sheets draped across your lower halves. Nails clawing up his back and cries calling out his name. Or when you can’t even be vexed to make it to the bed..so desperate and horny for each other that you find yourselves teasing one another on the couch. Lips smashed together in a haze of passionate kisses; your hand wrapped around his shaft..slowly stroking. While his own fondle your breasts and plunge his fingers into your sopping cunt. Listening to you moan for him..all but squirting on his digits when rapidly plunges them into you. Getting so worked up that when the moment finally does come for him to fuck you..neither of you can contain yourselves! On one hand, he wants to be entertaining and wild. The other? He can’t bring himself to defile and degrade you on camera..but he’s nervous…God, he can’t stop shaking, fidgeting and twiddling his thumbs. He wants you so badly, he can’t take it. But those annoying thoughts of being an inadequate lover or not measuring up to what you needed in the bedroom. That perhaps his online hype outweighed his actual ability but he was wrong, so very wrong..

“Don’t be scared…”

Your pretty face and mellifluous voice call out to him. Reiner’s never felt this before..this sensation of not only physical but emotional attraction as well. He’s never been captivated by someone the way he has his precious poundcake. He wants to give you the world and the best sex you’ve ever had. “You have nothing to worry about, papa..just do what feels natural. It’s just us here. They’re only getting the privilege to watch..” those words struck somewhat of a proverbial chord with him! You were right..this was your domain, you guys’ safe haven and everyone else were only guests, getting a glimpse of your world. So as he knelt into the mattress, squatting between your spread legs..you’d caress his cheek with that pretty little hand, moving down to that warm center and give him the ultimate affirmation:

“You see this? How wet I am right now..you’re the only one who can make me feel this good..so do it.”

it was just the confidence boost he needed. So naturally, he didn’t feel the need to put on a facade or hold back..once that camera started rolling, he was going to prove himself worthy of having you..

and the whole world was going to know it!

#cherry’s works ✦⭒ #aot x black reader #reiner braun #black fem reader #aot au #black reader smut #reiner braun smut #reiner x black reader #reiner braun x black reader #black reader #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader smut #pornstar!au #attack on titan au #attack on titan #reiner braun x y/n #reiner headcanons #reiner imagine #aot smut #aot headcanons #snk smut #snk #snk headcanons #snk imagine #snk x black reader #snk x reader #snk reiner #aot reiner #smut #anime smut

[beansprean]

You can see now that this was all written well before s5 lmao.

My Familiar’s Ghost part 64

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ID: 1a. Close up on Nandor newly dressed in his leather buckled tunic and fur stole as he pops his head into Guillermo's room beneath the stairs. With a polite but cautious expression, he calls out, 'Guillermo?' 1b. Zoom out to full body, Nandor standing in the entry in the background and twiddling his hands together. Guillermo, redressed in a cardigan and chinos, is kneeling on the ground in front of his bed, fumbling around with something beneath it. The nightstand behind him is cleared out, lamp on top unplugged, and a cardboard box filled with random crap sits on the bed. Nandor glances around at this with sudden anxiety and asks, 'You are...moving?' Guillermo replies instantly, 'Just upstairs! I'm a vampire now, so I should get my own room, right?' Nandor responds woodenly, 'Oh. Yes. That is the protocol.' 1c. Repeat, wider shot. We can now see Guillermo's desk against the left wall, cleared off but for a plastic milk crate with a small lamp, the Nandor and Guillermo dolls, and the glitter portrait nestled carefully inside. Nandor notices them and leans over to get a closer look, a pleased little smile crossing his face. In the foreground, Guillermo sits up slightly and holds up an empty box of band aids, squinting inside of it with a frown. He says, 'Also it turns out I do still need glasses. No idea where they ended up, but I have an old pair in here somewhere. I think.'

2a. Bust of Nandor as he straightens and turns his head back toward Guillermo, brow furrowed. He asks, 'You mean...your vision has been impaired this entire time?' Offscreen, Guillermo replies 'Oh yeah, I can barely see my own nose right now.' 2b. Repeat. A dazed look comes over Nandor's face, gaze aimed at the ground, unfocused. His cheeks flush with color and he fidgets, flustered, as memories of their fight in Panera flash behind his head: Guillermo throwing stakes at him and missing by a hair, blocking his sneak attack, charging at him with a growl. Nandor thinks to himself, impressed and more than a little turned on, '...Wow...' Offscreen, Guillermo crows, 'Aha! Here they are!'

3a. Medium shot of Guillermo from behind, Nandor's POV, as he stands up from his kneel and places a pair of glasses on his face. He says, 'Oh, wow, that's so much better.' Behind him, the countless tally marks on the wall are still visible, but the drawings and photos and mask have been taken down, leaving it strangely bare. 3b. Close up of Guillermo from Nandor's POV as he turns to face him, the background blooming into peach bokeh lights. Guillermo smiles a little cautiously, fangs on full display, hand hovering around the rim of the glasses as they slip down his nose. The glasses are oval shaped and wire rimmed - the glasses he wore when he first became a familiar. When they first met over 13 years ago. He looks up at Nandor over the lenses and asks, 'It's not too different, right?' 3b. Reverse shot of Nandor on the same peachy background, staring at Guillermo with wide eyes, lips pressed together. He says nothing for a moment as, behind him, memories of Guillermo from their first meeting flash past warmly. 3d. Waist up of them both in profile, the background of the room beneath the stairs fading back in. We can now see a second box on Guillermo's bed - a large Top Ramen box - full of the items that were once tacked on the wall. A few notebooks are scattered on the mattress along with an open glasses case. In the foreground, Nandor takes a step closer to Guillermo with a fond smile and reaches out one finger to push the glasses back up his nose. Nandor says, 'They are not very flattering, but I like them.' Guillermo goes cross-eyed watching his hand, grinning bit confusedly, and replies 'Ohhhkay.' /end ID

#wwdits #my familiars ghost #nandermo #mlm #vampire guillermo #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #fan comic #image described

[charmercharm3r]

i cant NOT think about jeongin asking the 9th member for help with/practice kissing (the phrasing is weird but i lovee this idea 😭)

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“It’s not that I haven’t wanted to… It just never happened.”

Jeongin was defending himself like his life depended on it. Not that he needed to, no one blamed him or thought it was weird— more of a pride thing on his end.

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” you crumpled the empty water bottle in your hand and turned to Jisung. Raising and bringing it down playfully onto the top of his head, Jisung didn’t run from the scolding. “Why’d you put him on the spot like that! What’s your dating history like then, hm?”

Jisung immediately skipped over to Jeongin to take him into an embrace while the younger attempted to escape. “Ew, hyung— get away! You’re sweaty!”

When he managed to catch him, Jisung rubbed his cheek into Jeongin’s shoulder, “don’t feel bad, Jeonginnie. I’ve kissed people, but don’t worry, it’s not that fun.” Jeongin looked at you with a face that begged for mercy but not attempting to push him away.

“He’s lying, kissing is really fun,” Hyunjin chimed in and took a seat the open space beside you. “Kissing me is even more fun. C’mon Y/N’ie, just one?” He shoulder bumped you and puckered his lips.

“Kiss each other.” With that, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, only to come back minutes later to find Jisung pinning Hyunjin to the floor trying to take your words literally. You turned around and left again before witnessing anything that’ll make your eyes burst into flames.

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What was probably hours had passed and everyone since forgotten about what had been said in the practice room, entirely too preoccupied with other things. Like singing lessons, for example. The session just didn’t go as you had hoped, that one high note was kicking your ass. As you walked through the corridor towards the exit, you could hear a soft voice from another occupied room.

Peaking through the small sliver of window, Jeongin was sat alone in the tiny confined space. You knocked twice before letting yourself in. He wasn’t startled, but surprised to see you, though the happy expression he wore quickly changed to something more melancholic.

“You’re still here? I thought your lessons ended an hour ago?” You stood in the door frame not wanting to invade too much of his space. Jeongin was always emotionally delicate, though he put up a hard shelled front.

“Yeah, just wanted some quiet before going home.” He twiddled his fingers, mind clearly not in the same room.

“Okay, wanna head back together? I can wait for you, I’ll grab us something at the convenience store.”

“Actually, can you come in?”

You closed the door behind you and sat in the spare chair. “Are you okay?”

He hated talking about his feelings, let alone things as personal as what Jisung had brought up earlier today about kissing. Jeongin has no idea how to go about it. He can’t articulate that he thinks you’re so pretty and that the way your nose crinkles when you laugh is adorable. It’s hard to put into words that he’s never kissed anyone because he didn’t want to waste his first with someone temporary because, “I only get one.”

Your eyebrow raised, “one what?”

His voice caught in his throat, hardly able to push the words past his lips, “one first kiss.”

“Are you still thinking about what Jisung said earlier? It’s nothing to feel bad about.”

Jeongin fidgeted a second longer before deciding to bite the bullet. “Take it. I don’t want it anymore.”

Fuck, he scared you. You’re looking at him like he has two heads and is speaking in tongues. “When you say it like that, I don’t want you to jump into things just because everyone else does. Don’t rush—“

“I’m not rushing. Like, the total opposite,” he sat on the edge of his seat and that much closer to you. “There have been people who wanted to kiss me, and I’ve wanted to kiss them. But I felt like I couldn’t? If I’m going to kiss someone, I want it to stick. Those people, they were temporary and I knew that, it wouldn’t have been fair to them. Now, I’ve been putting it off for so long that I think it’s not even an option anymore. But… then I look at you, talk to you, exist around you. It feels, for lack of a better word, right?”

At a complete loss for words, how have you not crumbled around him earlier? Let alone noticed he felt that way? You sat still with your lip between your teeth, running through all the possibilities that could follow if you were to go through with what he’s asking for. There was the fact that you already kissed one of them— briefly recalling your stolen moment with Felix— and that Jeongin hasn’t shied away from complementing you when he could or being all together boyfriendly. Even if you didn’t think of dating him, what harm could kissing him really do? If anything, doing it will satiate that need for the both of you, then close that chapter.

“Okay, but don’t tell Hyunjin. It’ll make him jealous.”

“More than when you kissed Felix?”

“How do you know that?!”

“I live with him?” He said it as if you were the stupid one to believe none of them would find out. Case in point.

You sighed, “yes, more than that time.”

As you moved and got more comfortable, he copied in sitting up straight and puckering his lips. “What’re you doing?”

“Getting ready to kiss you?” You rolled your eyes.

Jeongin came from a good place, even if he was entirely clueless. You suppose he was just parroting every time Jisung exaggeratedly tried to kiss the next nearest person. It was kind of endearing, a little geeky, but heartwarming nonetheless.

Putting your hands on his shoulders, you pushed them down to get him to relax. Then scooting your chair closer to his, you spread his knees to let your own take up that space. Jeongin let you maneuver him however you pleased, breath hitching as you stole his hands to place them lightly on the tops of your thighs. His hands were huge, not new information, but definitely a new feeling now that he was touching you. He was on the taller side, broader shoulders and probably able to wrap around your entire body if you hugged him properly. All those thoughts briefly swam around your brain just from the image of his hands on your thighs.

Jeongin was felt as though he was sweating bullets, but still immensely excited. Physical touch wasn’t his most favorite thing in the world, but he enjoyed it when it was you. These small, lingering touches, like where his hands were now, he probably enjoyed it more than he should.

“I’m going to put my hands on your neck, is that okay?” Jeongin nodded immediately, holding his breath. The warmth of your palms on his pulses made him shiver. “Don’t over think it. Kisses don’t need to be aggressive, they also don’t have to be too gentle. Just find a balance, not every person you kiss will want the same thing.” He nodded and absorbed every word that dripped from your perfectly plush lips. At some point he almost stopped listening and focused on your lips all together.

“What do you like?” He blurted out nervously. You giggled, oh so beautifully.

“We’ll get there,” your fingers traced back to comb through the hair at the back of his head teasingly, Jeongin almost fully leaned into it like a puppy. “Be calm. All the time in the world.”

Jeongin’s hands lightly kneaded the flesh of your thighs in anticipation, in need and desperation and longing to just feel your lips on his for the first time. He didn’t realize you were slowly drawing in closer and closer, then he could feel your breath fanning across his mouth and suddenly all the air was sucked from his lungs. “Make sure they want this as much as you. Look into their eyes, hold them tenderly, then ask. Can I kiss you?”

Glassy, watered over with all the stars staring back at you, “please.”

“That’s not a confirmation.” You were so close that the heat radiated off your body made Jeongin overheat in the best way possible.

“Yes, please kiss me.”

You were slow to press your lips to his, whereas as soon as the contact was made, Jeongin leaned further into you, almost shoving you out of your chair. Quick to push him back, you held his neck a little tighter and reined him in. Taking the hint, he put his excitement into his hands that now squeezed your thighs tighter and tighter, not that it hurt. His lips softened more, less eager but just as excited, he followed your lead.

The simple peck ended far too quickly for his liking, chasing as you pulled away. “No, no, more please.”

He moved to grip the bottom of your chair and tug the entire thing closer with the scrape of the legs on the floor echoing with a screech. Now you had nowhere to go, further trapped between his legs where you’d put yourself and Jeongin now reaching for your waist with one hand and the other cupping your jaw. And you didn’t hate it. Actually, you loved it. Getting attention from the one person that hates giving or receiving attention feels so rewarding, which is why you let him take what he wanted.

Long fingers threaded through your hair and tugged you to meet his lips half way, you fell forward into him and let your arms wrap around his neck. For his first time kissing, he was surprisingly well versed. Everything you’ve told him up until now he applied in his rather scattered yet charming kissing technique. He was everywhere all at once and it made your brain fuzzy.

Close lipped, simple, safe, eager, yearning, wanting, warm, fervorous, you didn’t want to let go almost as much as he did. Jeongin lightly whined when you pulled away, chasing after you again and keeping your upper body pinned to his. You hadn’t realized that your knees were pressing against his pelvis until you leaned a little back and he softly whimpered one more time.

“I don’t think you really needed kissing lessons.” He shrugged, smug. “Did you just wanna kiss me?” Another shrug and a crooked smile. “You little shit.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t kiss and tell.” You couldn’t tell if he lied, but truthfully you didn’t care, it didn’t matter.

Rolling your eyes again, he leaned in for a soft peck, molding your lips together sweetly, honey like moans being swapped between mouths.

That is, until the door to the vocal room was being burst open. You jumped in Jeongin’s hold, the both of you looking at who had just ruined your lovely moment.

“Oh, come on! Jeongin?! That is so not fair!” Hyunjin took up most of the doorway with Jisung peaking on his tiptoes over his shoulder.

A sigh fell from your mouth, patting Jeongin’s shoulders and reluctantly slipping from his grasp. He sat still, shriveling into the backrest of the chair as you gathered your stuff. “Aren’t you coming?” You asked him. Sheepish, he scratched the back of his head and pulled the hem of his shirt lower. “Nevermind, see you tomorrow, Jeonginnie.” He avoided eye contact again as you ruffled his hair and pushed past Hyunjin and Jisung.

The two followed behind you, bombarding you with question after question, mostly about how good the kiss with Jeongin was. Hyunjin was dramatically livid, nothing out of the usual, storming ahead of you and Jisung down the stairs to head home.

Jisung lightly pulled you back to a stop, curious eyes looking at you. “What is it?”

“I— I know I joke about kissing, said it’s not that fun and everything but…” he trailed off as though he couldn’t trust the words that he truly wanted to say. You waited patiently until he could articulate himself. “Can I be next?”

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A/N: it’s been a minute..hoping posting this can jumpstart me into posting more!! i really missed writing and finding this in my inbox after a month was so fun n cute to write, thank u anon!!!

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #stray kids 9th member #skz 9th member #stray kids i.n #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x 9th member #yang jeongin #i.n #i.n x reader #i.n x yn #i.n x you #jeongin x reader #jeongin x yn #jeongin x you #yang jeongin fluff #jeongin fluff #i.n fluff

[inkdrinkerworld]

touchy!bestfriend!james who plays with reader’s fingers/hands when they’re waiting for things like coffee or food or in line, his personal fidget toy for real

“James what are you doing?” There’s a surprised giggle that pops out of you as you feel James’ fingers twist and tangle with yours.

You’re both in line for cinema food, you’d wanted to go see a new horror and James had just wanted to spend time with you.

He’s been much more touchy recently and you’re not sure if it’s because you’d been busy and had lots of studying to do, or if it’s something else.

He’s been acting strange too. He’s been insisting on certain guys not being nice and that you shouldn’t hang out with them because of their reputations.

It’s all stuff you brush off though, because you’d warned him about girls before too.

But you feel in your gut something is or has been changing between you.

“Twiddling our thumbs.” He says with a smile, rolling his thumb over yours in a quick loop.

You’ve still got a long wait, so you don’t mind- letting him twist and pull and tickle your palm u til his fingers start climbing up your arm.

You look at him and find him deep in thought, his fingers just dragging up and down the length of your arm while he thinks.

“Jamie? You doing okay?” You ask, taking a step forward as the line moves.

He hums, eyes meeting yours with a smile. “Yeah, just thinking about what we’re gonna have to go do after the movie’s finished. ‘Cos I know you’re gonna be a little too spooked to go home straight away.”

You shrug, “Anything’s good with me, and I’m not gonna get scared this time.”

James hums again, but you can tell this one is much more sarcastic. “Maybe we can get dinner and then go to the craft store? Get some more beads for your bracelet making?”

You kiss his cheek, “You’re spoiling me, Potter.”

James only grins, letting you tug him forward as the line moves again. You’re not a hundred percent sure, but you could swear you hear him saying, “That’s the plan, love,” under his breath.

#jamespotter #james potter #james potter fanfiction #james potter one shot #james potter imagine #james potter drabble #james potter blurb #james potter fluff #james potter fic #james potter x black!reader #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x yn

[helios-sol]

Cold Love, Warm Blood

Pairing: König x reader

Summary: König needs to be patched up. You’re there for him.

Warnings: injury, blood, kissing, excessive use of the name “big guy”, unspoken feelings and unexpected kisses, lil’ bit of spice.

Notes: i really didn’t expect to start writing again, ESPECIALLY for call of duty but here we are. This is brought to you by the idea of hood kisses with König that a friend and I couldn’t stop thinking about. If you want to be in my mind while I wrote this listen to Aqua Regia by Sleep Token.

The call had come in little after midnight followed by rushed orders for a field medic down to the emergency wing. Considering that you were the only medic on base at the moment, you’re the one stumbling through the door half asleep. Lieutenant Riley had filled you in before you’d stepped through the doors but nothing could have fully prepared you for what’s on the other side.

König sits slumped on the edge of the bed, sniper hood completely blood soaked and shredded to bits. Based on what you’ve seen in the field there’s a strong possibility that most of that blood is not his.

But you know, Riley told you all you need to know.

You approach slowly and König barely looks up. You notice his fidgeting, thumbs twiddling and leg bouncing.

“Hey- König-“ you speak softly, like you’re talking to a wounded animal.

His gaze is feral and you feel like you might actually be dealing with a wounded animal, spooked and looking for a way to run.

“Hey- I need you to lift your hood for me, okay big guy?” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

Your words don’t register in the slightest. König clenches his hands into tight fists before drumming them on his thighs.

Your hand reaches towards his hood and you speak loud so that he knows what you’re doing.

“I’m going to lift your hood, I need to get you patched up.

König catches your wrist before you’ve even reached his face.

“Lass mich das machen.” He rasps.

You nod in agreement.

Slowly he removes his helmet and sniper hood all while avoiding your eyes.

The only thing that you can even think to say is-

“Jesus Christ, König. What happened?”

His expression falls and he’s back to nervous fidgeting.

“Frag grenade. Got sprayed with shrapnel.” His voice wobbles.

His face is a jigsaw of blood and scars. There is a fresh gash, starting near his cupid's bow and running up towards his right nostril. His left cheek is busted and a black eye is blooming, forcing his eye to swell shut.

Your heart aches. You’ve become so close with König over the last year working with him. You know that he’s increasingly aware and self conscious of how he is perceived without his hood. He’s explained that he prefers the anonymity of it, wanting to keep his identity to himself and those that he trusts. You’re a lucky one that he trusts, which is why it stings to watch his face fall at your reaction. You know he asked specifically for you upon returning to base meaning he trusted no one else to help him.

Your fingers shake as you gently grab his chin, tilting his face towards the warm overhead light. He still avoids your eyes, opting to stare at a blank space on the wall. You don’t take it too personally. You know how it is coming down from an adrenaline trip.

“It looks like all you’ll need is some stitches and a really good night's sleep.” You attempt to smile.

He hums in response.

You turn to the side and grab your med kit before wedging yourself between his thighs. Even with your stool all the way up it is still a struggle to reach certain spots on König’s face.

“Can you lean towards me?” you ask, squinting as you examine his upper lip.

König leans down and you adjust the overhead lamp so you can see what you’re doing. The silence as you set to work is comfortable and you notice König has ceased his fidgeting. That alone makes you breathe a little easier. You won’t push him with questions, lord knows he will get enough of them in the debrief. But you do find yourself curious enough to ask just one.

“Ghost said you asked for me specifically,” you pulled your thread taught, “why?”

“You were the only one on base.”

He’s a terrible liar. You can feel his pulse quicken under your hand.

“Hmm. Sure that’s it?” you push the question just a bit further.

“No-” he hesitates, hissing as you pull too hard on accident, “I wanted to see you.”

He isn’t fully ready to admit that he was scared so shitless that he thought he’d never get to see you again.

“I’m glad you did come see me and didn't attempt to be a tough guy about this.” you tell him, tying off your stitches.

You move on to cleaning up his minor scrapes and cuts, careful of his bruised cheek. His one good eye has finally shifted to look at you, watching you work. You catch his eye just before he looks away and smile at him. He might be blushing but it’s hard to tell with all the shit his face has gone through.

“Alright big guy,” you pat his thigh before rolling backwards in your stool, “you’re all patched up. Try to take it easy for the next day or so. I don’t want you pulling the stitches on your lip.”

He nods before standing to his full height.

“Danke,” he murmurs.

“Bitte.” you smile at him.

You turn to chart something but König catches your shoulder. You crane your head up to look at him but he’s stooping down and pressing his lips to yours before you can even get a word out. He keeps his hands well above your waist, placing both of them on your shoulders in a respectful manner.

But nothing is respectful about the way he’s kissing you, hungry and desperate. You taste copper on your tongue and you know he just pulled the stitches you just did but you don’t care because he’s pushing you up against the counter like he’s trying to become a part of you.

“Es tut mir wirklich leid." He apologizes when he pulls away, trying to back away from you. Your hands press into his chest, gripping his tactical vest, and keeping him in place.

“Why are you sorry?” You pant, gazing up at him. His eyes soften and you realize there’s a bit of green in the blue of his eyes.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I should have asked.” He murmurs. You watch his tongue poke out and lick at the blood that’s running from his stitches.

“Shit, I pulled my stitches.”

“No sweat big guy.” You breathe deeply, “I’ll stitch you back up and send you to Ghost for debrief.” You nod for him to sit back on the bed.

“Thank you.” He bows his head, cheeks ablaze.

You smile as you sit back down to re-stitch him up. The silence isn’t entirely uncomfortable but König began to bounce his leg again.

“Hey-.” You duck into his view, “don’t bounce so much I don’t want to hurt you.”

He stops and instead begins to fiddle with his fingers again until you’ve finished. When you tie off your work and toss your gloves König is already pushing himself to his feet and making his way to the door, grabbing his hood and helmet and placing them back onto his head securely.

“Hold up there big guy.” You stop him at the door, striding right up behind him.

He turns and you grab the front of his hood to bring him down to your level. His eyes widen in surprise, words caught in his throat as you lift his hood just past his nose and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Come see me after debrief.” You mumble against his lips, licking at the freshly stitched wound.

“S-sure-yeah-“ König stutters, eyes drooping like he’s kiss drunk already.

There’s a bang on the door and König goes flying backwards from you.

“Hold your horses Riley, he’s COMING.” You holler out the door.

“It’s a bloody busted lip! How long could it take?” Ghost yells back.

You smile up at König before pushing him back towards the door.

“Get outta here before we both get our asses chewed out.”

König smiled sheepishly before ducking out the door and hollering back at you “see you doc!”

#konig fluff #konig x reader #cod x reader #konig x y/n #mw2 x reader #könig imagine #könig x reader

[heartcasebullet]

wednesday: "i believe that it would be most beneficial of us to meet perhaps...outside of the academy. i do think that a change in environment and a separation from tempting distractions will increase our output and efficiency tenfold–"

enid: "wednesday–"

wednesday: "when left to our own devices, often autonomy works against efficiency. i believe that the best spot for us to meet up will be somewhere like a cafe or a library–"

enid: "wednesday."

wednesday: "in addition, we can take advantage of the location that we choose to stay in. maybe finally complying with your raging craving of boba will soothe your grating twiddling and fidgeting–"

enid: "wednesday, are you asking me out on a date?"

wednesday:

wednesday: "...yes."

#wenclair #the wenclair boba date agenda #i just know enid was craving for boba so badly #wednesdayaddams #enidsinclair #wednesday netflix #enid x wednesday #wednesday x enid #sapphic #wlw #incorrect wednesday quotes #incorrect quotes

[kisses4kaia]

Charlie walker x reader where he goes down on her

Thank youuu and I love your writing sm

me when nonnies😋 UNPROOF READ SMUT !! 17+ . fem! bimbo! reader 💗

prolonged, painful, patience 🦇 - c, walker ,,

it was no secret that charlie walker had a crush on you. from the longing stares to the way literal drool dribbled out of the corner of his mouth when you wore something a little bit more revealing than you normally would.

and to be frank, the feeling was beginning to become mutual. he was adorable, with the way he would offer to do anything for you. he wouldn't let you lift a finger, ever.

"i'm gonna go grab a drink," you once tried to say. "no, i got it. there you go,"

that was just one example. but today, after cinema club, you needed a ride home.

it just so happened that your car made a very unpleasant noise when you tried starting it up.

"you've got to be kidding me," you muttered under your breath. you've been meaning to fix the issue, but figured you could hold it off.

"need a ride?" charlie leaned against the frame of your rolled-down window. "oh my god, you're a lifesaver! thank you," you express.

"of course," he nods.

and that's how you landed in the position you're in right now. sitting pretty in charlie's passenger seat, twiddling with your phone nervously when your sister texts you.

the message read "hey so my girlfriend is coming over so can you go to a friends house after school?? plzplz🙏"

you groaned and texted back with a " yeah, sure "

"what's wrong?" the driver asked you. "i can't go home, my sister's having her girlfriend over." you shake your head in disbelief.

he seems to stare thoughtfully before carefully speaking. "do you, uh, wanna come over to my place?" his voice was slightly sheepish.

"you would let me? oh, thank you, charlie! thank you, thank you!" you leaned over to hug the boy.

his eyes widened as your land accidentally landed on his crotch and it suddenly became harder to keep his focus on the road.

"uh, y/n? i can't drive like this," charlie let you know.

"oh, right. sorry," you said, finally removing your arms from around his neck.

the remainder of the drive to charlie's abode was short.

once you arrived, charlie rushed out of his car and ran to your side of the car. he opened the door for you and this made a small giggle escape your lips.

"aw, thank you. you're so sweet," you simpered at him as you stepped out. his head hung low as his cheeks reddened.

his house was relatively small, considering he is an only child.

"your parents home?" you asked as he held the front door open for you. "no, they never really are," he admitted.

"huh," you nodded, dropping your school bag down next to the doorframe.

as you ran your eyes around the interior of the house, charlie spoke. "so, uh... what do you want to do?"

you tore your eyes from the light structure hanging from the ceiling to look at him.

"aren't you gonna show me your room?" you grinned widely at him. "oh, yeah."

and so there you are, sitting at the head of charlie's bed, skimming through a random magazine you found in his shockingly clean bedroom.

he sat opposite you, back leaning against the foot of the bed. he was doing some homework, scribbling random equations and annotations down.

you were honestly pretty fucking bored. you'd put the magazine down long ago, now fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

"char?" you buzz.

"hm? yeah?" he immediately answered.

"you said your parents aren't home?" you said as a wicked idea flushed your brain.

he shook his head quickly.

now that you had his undivided attention, you crawled over to sit next to him. "i'm bored, char," you began to draw out your words seductively as you ran your gentle touch up and down his thigh.

his breath hitched as your hand floated closer and closer to his need.

"w-well, um, i think i could think of something to pass our time?" he said more like a question.

"yeah?" you lulled, leaning closer and closer to his face before finally giving in and losing all sense of self-control.

without disconnecting your lips, you moved on top of his lap, now in a cowgirl position.

as you grinded down on charlie's crotch, he whimpered into the kiss. this made you disconnect to catch your breath.

as you tried to move downwards, wanting to please him, he stopped you.

"wait, stop," he spoke as you tried to remove his pants. you halted all of your movements completely and "what's wrong? are you ok?" you were worried you crossed a line.

the sincerity warmed his heart.

"n-no, nothing's wrong, you're fucking- amazing, but i've dreamed about this," charlie pushed you onto your back, your head landed on his stab-themed pillow case <3.

"dreamed about what?" you said as you made himself comfortable in between your legs. he was quiet, and his tone was shy.

"what you taste like," you couldn't hear him. "speak up, baby," you furrowed your eyebrows, fidgeting with the hair that fell in front of his face.

"fuck, i said... what you taste like," his voice cracked with the latter portion of the sentence, but you caught it.

the words made you weak and you wasted no time throwing off your itty bitty crop top, exposing your pretty lacy bra. the sight made the boy's mouth water.

after shimmying off your miniskirt along with your matching panties, you looked down at charlie's face, which was twisted in need and prolonged, painful, patience.

"please, please, just let me do this," his eyes were begging as he finally tore his eyes away from your middle to lock eyes with you.

you bit your lip and nodded. "yeah, baby. go ahead,"

not a fleeting moment of time was wasted between then and now. he was quick to attach his mouth to your clit and suctioned the bud with his perfectly pink lips.

you gasped. he was shockingly good at this. "fuck, h-have you ever done this before?" you stuttered as his tongue entered you.

he gave a small shake of his head, making sure to keep his face snuggled in the warmth of your thighs.

your hands tangled in his hair, making him even more desperate for you.

his talented tongue swerved and dove into every corner of your folds, leaving no area unpleasured.

it was then you noticed movement into the mattress that was not you. you soon realized he was grinding against the bed. it seemed irresistible and you needed him to feel good too.

so you gripped his locks tighter, you released your lower lip from your teeth, allowing all of your praise to run wild.

it was not long after that you met your release. "oh, oh, oh, fuck! right there, i'm gonna cum, char," you babbled out praise for him

this was the first time he disconnected his lips from yours. "please, mommy. please cum for me," he begged with no other undertones than need.

the nickname was all you needed to arch your back off of the bed and practically scream out charlie's name.

his tongue calmed you through your intense orgasm. when you finally relaxed and melted into the duvet, charlie sat up, allowing you to see him in all of his beautiful, fucked-out, glory.

your arousal was smeared all over the lower half of his face and his eyes were lazy, half-lidded, and satisfied. his face was gorgeous, but you couldn't ignore the wet spot on the denim of his trousers.

"need me to clean you up?"

#charlie walker #charlie walker smut #need him #rory culkin #scream 4 #scream smut #kai's got mail <3📑 #nonnieees💗 #scream 4 smut #this week was crazy im so sorry it took forever to respond to this angel💗 #kaia writes charlie

[onabat11e]

can't keep my hands to myself (pt. 2) - lucy bronze x ona batlle

rating: E for Explicit (18+)

warnings: dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, orgasm denial, mild degradation, overstimulation, strap-ons, spanking, choking, hair pulling, safewords

summary: following ona's inability to keep her hands to herself, lucy decides it's time for a little punishment.

part 1 here - based on this request!

word count: 4.1k

AO3 Link

The Uber ride was silent. Ona could not stop bouncing her leg, nervous about what Lucy would have in store for her. 

“Go and wait for me in the bedroom, Ona,” Lucy instructed, closing the apartment door behind them. Ona kicked her shoes off, scurrying away. When she reached the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Lucy to join her.

Had she seriously messed up this time? Ona’s hands fidgeted impatiently, mind running through the different scenarios. 

Her head snapped up upon hearing Lucy enter the room. Ona immediately stood and walked over to meet Lucy at the bedroom door, trying to gauge any emotions on her stony face.

“Now,” Lucy started, addressing Ona. “What was up with your behaviour tonight?” Ona was a sputtering mess, fumbling over her words, fingers twiddling together behind her back. 

“I just needed you so bad,” she managed to finally get out, only to be met by Lucy rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. 

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Lucy circled Ona, moving to stand behind her. “Thinking you can always get what you want.” Lucy was so close that Ona could feel the breath tickling her ear, causing the hairs on her neck to stand on end. 

“I know, I misbehaved, but-“ Ona tried to explain herself, talk herself out of it - anything. Lucy wrapped her arms around Ona, pulling the girl's body into hers. Her hands roamed down Ona’s curves, causing her to press her back into Lucy. 

“And what happens to girls who misbehave?” Lucy’s question cut Ona off, the darkened tone of her voice seeming to fill the room around them. 

“They get punished,” Ona’s heartbeat was pounding in her ears, and frankly? She could also feel that beat a little lower. She knows she shouldn’t push Lucy, but when this dominance comes out? Fuck. 

“Firstly, you are going to finish what you started,” Lucy stepped back, leading the two to the end of their bed. Lucy reached down to undo her belt. The clang of the metal latch caused Ona to snap into motion, hurriedly to undo the button, fingers shaking as they pulled the zipper downwards. 

“Do you remember your words?” Lucy’s voice softened as she dipped her head to meet Ona’s, bringing a thumb to stroke across her cheek. 

“Yes. Green to go, yellow to slow down, red to stop.” Ona recited the traffic light system they used as their safe words. 

“What’s your colour?” Lucy’s voice was soft, her hands stroking little patterns up Ona’s outer forearm. 

“Green,” Ona confirmed, a slight nod of her head. Lucy’s jaw clenched, ready to assert her dominance over her partner. 

“Good girl. On your knees,” Lucy’s tone was a harsh contrast to her last sentence, pointing to the ground underneath them. Ona complied, falling to kneel on the carpeted floor. She looked up with doe eyes as she pulled Lucy’s jeans down to her ankles. Lucy kicked away the trousers before sitting on the bed and spreading her legs.

“You see what you done to me?” Lucy referenced the wet spot showing down the middle of her boxers, evidence of Ona’s teasing throughout the night. 

“I’m sorry, Lucy,” Ona said quietly, feeling the shame and averting her gaze from Lucy. She felt her body shrink under Lucy’s icy stare. 

“You’re sorry, who?” Lucy asked, the volume of her voice shocking Ona into looking back up at her again. Ona felt a wave of shock flow through her body with the realisation.

“Daddy.” The correction slipped off Ona’s tongue as fast as she could manage it. Ona heart thumped at the slip-up, watching as Lucy’s green eyes darkened with lust.

“Good girl, now I’m gonna need you to make me cum.” Lucy demanded, looking down at Ona between her legs. Ona nodded with a pout, scooting closer to Lucy’s body. 

Fingers tugged at Lucy’s underwear, hips lifting off the mattress to let Ona slide the fabric down her legs. After discarding them, Ona leaned in and started kissing up the inside of Lucy’s legs. She trailed further up to reach where Lucy needed her most. Lucy shifted forward to sit closer to the edge of the bed and give Ona better access. 

Ona made broad licks over Lucy’s pussy, moaning at the taste of Lucy covering her tongue. Her mouth watered, not being able to get enough of the taste that was so uniquely Lucy. Ona’s tongue explored Lucy’s entrance, her nose bumping Lucy’s clit as she probed deeper, leaving teasing circles around the wetness. 

Ona made a slow lick upwards to toy with Lucy’s clit, flicking it teasingly with long circular licks around and over it. She sucked Lucy into her mouth, experimenting with different sucking pressures and playful tongue movements. 

Ona’s hands grabbed onto Lucy’s thighs as her tongue continued to take in the new wetness leaking from Lucy. She wishes she could take her time, drag it out - just kneel between Lucy’s legs and worship her pussy for hours.  

However, Lucy was far too impatient for that and needed to feel control over Ona; Lucy had to remind her who was in charge. 

Lucy grabbed Ona’s hair, using her head as leverage as she rolled her hips forward, moaning at the contact of her clit on Ona’s warm tongue. She continued to rhythmically meet Ona’s mouth, feeling the pressure of her climax building in her lower abdomen. 

“Fuuuck,” Lucy groaned out, letting her head fall back as she shakily rolled her hips into Ona one last time before her orgasm hit her. She slowed her movements, grip relaxing on Ona’s head as she let the girl messily lick up the remains of her arousal. 

“Good girl,” Lucy stroked her thumb over Ona’s soft hair. Ona looked up at Lucy, her pupils blown out, the glistening of cum and saliva spreading across her lips and down her chin. 

“What do you say?” Lucy demanded, looking into Ona’s eyes, hand trailing down and twirling between the strands of the brunette ponytail. 

“Thank you for cumming on my tongue, Daddy,” Ona looked up at Lucy through her eyelashes, wiping her thumb over her bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth to savour the taste of Lucy. She let out a quiet groan at the sight of Ona sucking her thumb, making a show of hollowing her cheeks as she licked the remnants of Lucy off of her hand. 

Lucy pulled Ona up from the floor, letting the girl fall on top of her to straddle her lap. Ona went in for a kiss, immediately meeting Lucy’s hungry lips and frantic movements of her needing to deepen the kiss. 

Ona started to roll her hips, the unrelenting throbbing between her legs begging for contact. Lucy grabbed Ona’s thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Lucy pulled back from the kiss and cleared her throat in disapproval of Ona’s actions. 

“Naughty girls don’t get to grind on Daddy’s lap. Isn’t that right?” Lucy shook her head, eyebrows raised with sharp eye contact. Ona’s eyes widened, her breath getting caught in her throat.

“Yes, Daddy,” Ona swallowed, feeling her mouth dry at being reprimanded again. 

“I’m going to spank that gorgeous ass of yours,” Lucy’s hands stroked down Ona’s back, following the curve down before finding their place over Ona’s ass. She tightened her grip, letting the tips of her fingers dig into the soft flesh that sat atop her. 

Lucy shifted to help Ona move into position, her small frame now bent over Lucy’s lap. Lucy roughly pulled up the sheer fabric of Ona’s dress the rest of the way, Ona’s bare ass now fully exposed, save for the sparse material of her g-string.

“Can you count them for me?” Lucy’s hand stroked over the soft skin of Ona’s backside. “We’re going to do 10.” 

“Yes, Daddy,” Ona’s thighs tightened as her body prepared for the impact. Lucy’s hand came down hard, making direct contact with her asscheek. The sound echoed through the bedroom, followed by Ona speaking.

“One,” Ona counted, jaw clenching at the impact. She arched her back, sticking out her ass slightly to meet Lucy’s next strike.

“En Español, por favor,” Lucy requested before continuing, “Let’s try it again.” She raised her arm again, hand coming down on the same cheek. 

“Uno,” Ona started in Spanish now, per Lucy’s request. The sharp sounds of spanking cut through the thick silence in the room, followed by breathy tones of Ona’s counting. Lucy continued to land flat hits against Ona’s soft skin, alternating which side of Ona she came down against each time.

“D-diez,” the last word was a struggle for Ona to get out, a ragged breath causing her to stutter through the speech. 

“Good girl. You did so well for me,” Lucy praised Ona after the final hit, stroking over the red skin softly, feeling the heat emanate from it. Her hand followed the curve of Ona’s ass before finding dampened fabric between her thighs. Lucy pushed against the garment, impressed with how much arousal Ona had accumulated. 

“You’re already this wet? It’s not a punishment if you enjoy it, baby,” Lucy pulled the fabric to the side, pressing a finger through Ona’s folds to feel the extent of the wetness. Ona whined in something that sounded like a mix of desire and embarrassment, needing more pressure, more of Lucy. 

“Up,” Lucy demanded, watching Ona move to stand on shaky legs, the girl saying a silent prayer for them not to give out. “We need this off.” Lucy grabbed the dress again, helping Ona remove the garment. 

Lucy took a moment to appreciate the matching lace lingerie set Ona wore. Fuck. The older woman kept her face a mask of dominance, not allowing Ona to see her falter at her beautiful form. 

Lucy stood up, removing her shirt before lifting Ona, strong arms around supporting her lower back. Ona’s arms reached around the back of Lucy’s neck, holding on as she got carried onto the bed. Lucy placed Ona further up the bed and placed Ona’s head on the pillows.

Soft lips passed over Ona’s collarbones as Lucy’s hands reached around to unclasp Ona’s bra. Lucy rubbed a thumb over one of the newly exposed nipples, watching as it hardened, begging for attention. 

Nimble hands palmed at Ona’s breast, catching a nipple and squeezing it between her index and pointer fingers. Ona moaned, causing her lips to part just enough to let Lucy in. 

Lucy kissed wetly down the sensitive skin of Ona’s neck, nipping and letting her teeth graze the skin. She left a trail of open-mouth kisses down Ona’s chest, taking a nipple into her mouth for her warm tongue to lick over the tip before circling over it. 

Ona gasped from the new sensation and writhed underneath Lucy, the pleasure from her sensitive chest causing her to arch her back. Lucy let her teeth scrape against the nipple before she moved over to the other nipple. 

Ona felt weak, Lucy’s blown pupils looking up at her as she stuck out her tongue to tease Ona. Lucy sucked gently before releasing the nipple and continuing her path down. 

Lucy continued down, kissing over Ona’s abs, noticing the subtle flex of them under the touch of her lips. Lucy kissed over Ona’s underwear, chuckling when Ona twitched up into her touch. 

“So desperate,” Lucy hooked her fingers under the sides of the underwear, slowly revealing Ona’s pussy. “All of this for Daddy?” Ona flushed red, bringing a hand to her face to try and hide the embarrassment of being this turned on.

Lucy scooped her arms under Ona’s thighs, lifting Ona closer to her before she licked up Ona’s slit, letting the wetness cover her tongue. Her movements across Ona’s clit were fast, her lips suctioning onto the bud. 

Ona whined, feeling the throbbing of her pussy against Lucy’s warm mouth. When her tongue so expertly played with Ona’s clit like this, there was no chance of her lasting long. Ona grabbed onto the bed sheets, feeling the tightness in her abdomen grow further, her body aching with a need for release. 

“So close,” Ona managed to get out, her chest tightening as her orgasm grew closer. Not half a second later, Lucy pulled away from Ona’s core, breathing a laugh onto her twitching centre. 

“Not yet, sweetheart. Did you really think I’d let you off that easy?” Lucy’s words hit Ona directly in the chest, a wicked smile plastered across her face. 

Ona whined at the loss of contact when Lucy left the bed to rummage in their dresser, looking for a particular set of items. A moment later, Lucy pulled out a black silk bag, which Ona recognised as their harness. She also pulled out another bag, which Ona didn’t recognise.

Lucy faced away from the bed as she adjusted her harness, tightening it flush with her body and inserting the dildo. The older woman turned around and walked back to Ona, who sat with wide eyes, waiting anxiously. 

Ona eyed the size of the dildo, it being on the larger size compared to the ones they would usually use. She subconsciously squeezed her thighs together, shrinking into the bed thinking about taking that. 

Reading Ona’s body language, Lucy picked up on the change, walking over to Ona with a look of care in her eyes. She sat on the bed, reaching out to touch Ona’s hand.

“Your colour?” The softness in her voice returned, needing reassurance from Ona before continuing. Lucy smiled at her before she placed a hand over Ona’s to comfort her. 

“Yellow,” Ona said, forcing her voice to remain stable. She knew that she could take it, just not immediately.

“I’ll use my fingers first, baby. Is that okay?” Lucy reached her hand out to stroke Ona’s leg, trailing up to her inner thigh. Lucy felt the tight muscle soften under her hands, Ona relaxing into the touch. 

“Green,” Ona nodded as she confirmed, the word instantly snapping Lucy back into her headspace. Lucy grabbed Ona’s knee, pulling it to the side to part Ona’s legs. Lucy moved across the bed to be beside Ona. 

She slid a finger across Ona’s clit before moving it down to Ona’s entrance. Lucy pushed in, Ona’s heat taking the digit in and begging for more. Ona jerked her hips forward to meet Lucy’s finger curling inside her. 

Lucy added another finger, letting Ona adjust before pumping it, massaging Ona’s inner wall. She could feel Ona’s walls already fluttering around her painfully slow movements of Lucy pressing into her sensitive spots. 

Ona was feeling worked up, her climax nearing again before Lucy pushed a third finger slowly, revelling in the feeling of stretching around them for her. Ona whined as Lucy thrust her fingers, needing Lucy to increase her movements. 

Lucy could feel Ona starting to twitch and squeeze against the strong fingers that were now wholely inside her. 

Lucy pulled out her fingers, Ona crying from the denial and letting her body fall limp to the bed. Lucy made sure Ona watched as she put the fingers in her mouth and cleaned the arousal off, moaning as she pulled the fingers out with an audible pop.  

“Ready for Daddy’s cock now?” Lucy moved to be between Ona’s thighs again, looking down at Ona’s flushed face and the rise and fall of her chest as she panted. 

Lucy applied the lubricant to the length liberally, pumping her fist up and down the shaft. She aligned the tip with Ona’s entrance, pushing against her wetness to tease. 

“Please,” the word breathed out. Ona was desperate, needing Lucy inside of her. Anything for her to finally be able to cum. Lucy ran the tip through Ona’s folds, letting the silky wetness cover the head. 

Lucy inched the tip in slowly, taking caution in letting Ona adjust to the new size. Ona’s body was so needy after the teasing and denials that she took the toy in. Ona groaned when Lucy finally bottomed out, their hips meeting. 

Lucy paused and looked into Ona’s eyes with a silent question. Ona nodded yes to let Lucy know that she was ready for her to start moving her hips. Lucy pulled back slowly, watching as Ona’s bottom lip quivered. 

Ona shut her eyes and let her head fall against the pillows, her body jumping slightly when a strong hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing at the sides. Ona whined at the sensation, feeling her body give up any ounce of self-control she had left. 

Ona could hear and feel the blood pumping under the tightening grip Lucy had around her neck. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Lucy held her throat, hips repeatedly slapping together. 

“You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” Lucy growled, breathing hard as she continued to push her strap into Ona. She released the grip on Ona’s neck, getting her ready for the next demand.

“Get on all fours - I want to take you from behind,” Lucy snarled and watched as Ona eagerly obeyed her orders. Once in the position, Ona looked over her shoulder at Lucy, waiting for her next move. 

“Good girl,” Lucy praised her, pushing her cock against Ona’s entrance again. The sensation of being filled from this angle made Ona’s arms shake, her body weak with the pleasure that Lucy was fucking into her.

Lucy wrapped one arm around Ona’s torso, the other going for Ona’s hair and wrapping the ponytail around her hand once before pulling her up. An unexpected moan escaped Ona at the motion of being pulled up.

The two women’s bodies came flush to each other, Lucy pulling the ponytail again to access Ona’s neck. She kissed Ona's skin, goosebumps arising from the contact with her sensitive skin. 

Lucy’s hips continued their pace, the lewd sounds of skin against skin echoing around them. Lucy took her free hand and stroked down Ona’s abdomen before reaching her swollen clit and pressing circles over it. 

“Need to cum so bad,” Ona whined, feeling a pressure building in her core. “Wanna cum all over your cock for you, Daddy.” 

“Do you deserve to?” Lucy mumbled into Ona’s neck, speeding her movements up to rub her clit faster. Lucy thrust harder into Ona, her body shaking with each thrust.

Ona let out a whine as she felt her abdomen tighten from her climax approaching again. Her breathing quickened, her body preparing for the release. 

Lucy removed her hand from Ona’s clit and dropped the ponytail, causing Ona to fall forward her forearms breaking her fall. Ona’s head hit the pillows before Lucy removed her strap, watching as Ona’s pussy feathered around nothing, so close to cumming but not quite being able to get over the edge.  

“It’s not fun, is it?” Lucy laughed in response to Ona’s disappointed whines and the shaking of her thighs. Tears of frustration prickled in her eyes. “Being teased?” 

“Please, Daddy, I need to cum so bad,” Ona was looking over her shoulder at the smug look on Lucy’s face. 

Lucy swiped up the arousal with her tongue, causing Ona to push backwards into Lucy. Lucy pulled away before Ona could get what she needed, leaving the younger girl whining and bucking against nothing once more. 

“Poor baby, you’re so desperate for Daddy’s cock aren’t you?” Ona felt the words resonate in her core, thinking about the stretch of her pussy around Lucy’s length. 

“I wanna cum on your cock for you, wanna show you how good I can be, Daddy” Ona turned over to face Lucy, looking up at the muscular woman kneeling over her. Ona spread her legs, putting on a show for Lucy. 

“You wanna cum so bad?” Ona whined and nodded her head. “You can just lay there and let me fuck your pretty little pussy into the mattress. Be a perfect hole for Daddy to play with.” 

Every word was sending a shooting pleasure down Ona’s spine. Ona arched her back further, giving Lucy a perfect view of her glistening pussy, which was begging to be fucked. 

Lucy pushed into her again, a deep groan escaping as she watched the toy disappear into the moaning girl. 

Ona was still so close and could feel the orgasm ready to crash into her, her thighs uncontrollably shaking with pleasure. Lucy ignored the moans and kept up her pace, pounding through the resistance of Ona clenching around the strap. 

Ona’s head fell onto the pillow, her jaw slack from her moans as Lucy fucked her through her high, already feeling another start to build up from how sensitive she was. 

Lucy grabbed Ona’s right leg, pushing it up to bend at the knee, opening up Ona’s legs for access to thrust deeper. Lucy grabbed at the red skin of Ona’s thigh, pulling Ona into her to meet her thrusts. 

“You take my cock so well, baby,” Lucy growled, reaching to rub over Ona’s clit. The additional sensation barrelled into her next orgasm, barely being able to hold back her cries, her white-knuckled grip increasing on the sheets as the pleasure spread throughout her body. 

With each thrust, the pressure of the harness against Lucy’s clit was causing heat to tighten in her core. Nothing could stop Lucy’s pace, her grip on Ona’s hips as she used her overstimulated pussy to chase her orgasm. 

Ona lost count of how many times she had cum by now if she had even stopped cumming in the first place. Her face was a picture of total bliss, jaw slack and eyes rolling back into her head. The tears of her pleasure smudged the eye makeup she had put on earlier that night. 

Ona’s body was limp, her moans a continuous string displaying how cock-drunk she was on the feeling of Lucy inside her. Lucy kept up her unrelenting pace fucking Ona into the bed, the younger girl's eyes streaming with tears as the pleasure continued to rip through her. 

Lucy appreciated the visual of Ona looking thoroughly fucked out, her makeup smudged, tear-stained cheeks, and her body limply moving in time with Lucy’s thrusts. Ona couldn’t find the energy to nod or speak, even her moans coming out in breathy tones. 

“Gonna cum in you, yeah?” Lucy rasped, her hips slapping against Ona’s. With just enough pressure, Lucy fell apart, hips jutting as the waves of pleasure spread through her body. Sounds of Lucy panting filled the room, her groans cutting through the breathy tones as her thrusting began to slow. 

Lucy pulled out slowly, falling to the bed next to Ona. She waited until her breathing had regulated itself again before turning onto her side and looking at Ona.

“How are you feeling?” Ona mumbled something back, a broken string of sentences. Lucy got off the bed, quickly trading her harness for comfortable pyjama trousers.

“I’m going to get water - you think you’ll be okay for a moment?” Lucy checked, her thumb rubbing against Ona’s shoulder. 

Ona nodded, smacking her lips together in agreement with the water. Lucy placed a blanket over Ona’s naked body before she trailed off into the kitchen.

~

Lucy walked back into the bedroom with two bottles of water in hand. She looked over at where Ona had now turned over, lying on her back. 

“Drink up, my love.” Lucy supports the back of Ona’s head and tilts the bottle slowly, letting the cool water partially fill Ona’s mouth. 

“Swallow for me, baby,” Lucy instructs, looking down at the heavy-eyed girl under her. A drop of water falls down the side of Ona’s lips, Lucy’s thumb coming to swipe it, caressing Ona’s soft bottom lip in the process. Once satisfied with Ona’s water intake, Lucy slowly placed Ona’s head on the pillow.

“Better?” Lucy asked. Ona, eyes remaining closed, responded with a nod. “Did you need anything else? A snack?” Ona weakly shakes her head no. 

“Just need cuddles,” Her voice is hoarse as she reaches out, beckoning Lucy to cuddle up to her. “Need to be held.” 

Lucy wrapped an arm around Ona, pulling her into her chest. She placed a kiss on top of Ona’s head.

“You know I love you,” Lucy said, hugging Ona closer. 

“Of course. I love you too,” Ona snuggled down further, resting her head on Lucy’s chest. 

Lucy reached across and picked up Ona’s phone to check the time, only to be met with a particular notification waiting for her.  Ingrid: u are SO not sly. good luck - 1hr ago

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[luveline]

I hc eddie as being a thigh guy & also possibly having ADHD & I can’t stop thinking about him just casually using readers thigh as like a stress/fidget toy. Just constantly having his hand on their leg and squeezing for something to do w his hands

this idea is the best ever anon!! ♡ gn!reader | 0.8k words

Eddie sits at your desk, the two of you squeezed into your rolling chair looking over practice questions so he can maybe finally graduate this year.

"Eddie," you say softly, your elbows brushing. "Is everything okay?" 

He stops twiddling the pencil in his hand back and forth and tilts his head to look at you, dark curls falling away from his face. "What?" 

"Is everything okay? You seem antsy." 

He smiles at you, nearly sheepish. "Fine…" his voice is low with a dejected frustration, "just can't concentrate," he mutters. 

You take his free hand into yours and hold them in your lap, his rings on your skin cold despite the thin protection of your tight pajama pants. "It's okay. Maybe we should take a break."

He drops his pencil and sighs, leaning back in the chair with a sulking frown stretched over his pretty lips. You try not to think about how hot he is and focus on making him feel better, leaving his hand between your thighs to wrap yourself around his upper arm in a hug.

"You'll get it," you murmur into his bicep. "Gotta keep practicing, s'all." 

He grunts his agreement. You close your eyes and breath in his smell, the lingering laundry detergent of his baseball tee under your nose, his skin, his cologne. You don't really notice when his hand stretches out across the dough of your inner thigh, at first stroking small lines and then lightly squeezing. You rub your nose into his arm, your breath huffing out fast when he gives you a good squeeze. 

"You're tickling me," you tell him. 

He rubs over your thigh apologetically, kind for all of a minute before he's back to squeezing. You force your knees together to trap him in place and he still doesn't let up. You don't mind. In fact, you kinda like it, the two of you relaxing in tandem as he works his fidgeting out. 

He pulls your thigh over his and lowers his mouth to your forehead. "You're like a stress ball," he murmurs, lips skipping over your skin with each word. 

"I resent that." 

"I'm serious." His palm is hot and big as he trails a sweeping line from your knee to your inner thigh and back again. "I love your legs." 

You look at him from under your lashes and smile shyly. "Anything for the cause, I guess." Your attempt at wryness is waylaid by your obvious affection. 

He nods eagerly. "Glad we're on the same page." 

He picks his pen back up and starts to fill in the worksheet, slouched, hand still firmly between your legs. You're surprised when he makes steady progress, any crease between his eyebrows quickly eased with a good fondle of your thigh. 

He finishes fast and with minimal advice. You're so happy for him you could kiss him. You would, but you want him to get through the next worksheet too while he has the focus. 

You sit up and he holds you in place as you pull the next task out of your binder and pass it to him. He takes it with a little grumble and you're close to screaming when he flies through that one too, pride and a generous dusting of relief warming your chest. Whether the answers are right or not isn't important, you decide, enchanted by his proud smile.

You feel a similar pride as he sets down his pen and takes your leg into both hands, massaging with a firm pressure. 

"You have magic thighs," he announces cheekily. 

"I think your stress ball metaphor was accurate," you say, feeling a little droopy eyed from all the attention. 

"It was a simile," he says. 

You widen your eyes at him. "My thighs really are magic if you're gonna start correcting me. Wizkid Munson, hello," you drawl teasingly. 

Eddie gets a dangerous look on his face and his hands creep up your thigh, grinning when he says, "You think I'm smart now. Imagine if you didn't have pants on." 

You wave your hands at him and pretend to fall off of the chair, giggling and flushed with heat as he grabs you tightly and wrestles your limp body back onto the chair and into his lap. 

"Where do you think you're going? I need to graduate." 

You don't resist much after that. If he wants to feel you up like this for hours on end every day while he studies, you can hardly say no. It's like he said, he needs to graduate.

#eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader blurb #eddie munson x gn!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things

[emodaryls]

Little one

Summary: teen reader! Daryl finds you lost in a shopping center, he decides to take you back to Alexandria. You find Daryl to be a potential father figure!!

Word count: 2216

warnings: slight cursing, mentions of blood

A/n: this isn’t cg Daryl but more of father figure Daryl? I’m thinking of making a second part cus it feels unfinished… anyway this is my second fic umm I still don’t know everything abt writing so it might be bad ?!?!? Ok enjoy ❤️

Daryl was riding his motorcycle to an abandoned shopping center, desperate to find medical supplies. He parks his bike near a tree a short distance away from the shopping center, getting leaves and fallen tree branches to cover and hide it. He takes his crossbow off his shoulder, double checking it to make sure its loaded with a bolt. Upon entering the building, he immediately heads towards the pharmacy. He makes sure to be quiet in order to not attract any of the undead that may be wandering around. As he arrives, he rummaged through cabinets, drawers, and boxes.

"Dammit, already raided." He grumbles to himself in a low, hushed voice. He turns around with a quiet sigh, getting ready to leave. Just as he heads towards the exit of the pharmacy he hears a small crunch. Quickly turning around, he heads towards the sound to investigate, his crossbow at the ready.

"In the corner of the pharmacy, there you are. Covered in what might be a mix of walker blood and your blood. Dirt covers your worn and torn clothing, and you look up at him with wide, terrified eyes. Daryl senses your fear and his eyes soften a bit.

"Hey... who are ya? Are ya alright?" He speaks in a calmer tone, his voice still having his gruff charm. He lowers his crossbow slightly, but still keeps it ready. You don't respond, you just continue to look up at him in fear. Daryl sighs and lowers his crossbow completely. He feels bad for pointing it at you, a lost teenager who's probably scared out of your mind. You likely mean no harm.

"Are ya... lost? Do ya need any help?" He continues. "Look, I uh, I got a group... they can help ya. They're good people." He's always been weary when revealing something like that to someone he just met, but come on, you're just a kid who probably needs help.

You fidget with your hands out of nervousness, fingers twiddling around. You take a deep breath and speak with a shaking voice.

"I'm lost.. I-I lost everyone.. I'm so scared..."

Poor kid.

"I don't know where I am, I just want my parents back!”

You start to cry, tears running down your dirty and blood stained cheeks. Daryl feels terrible. Shifting from one foot to the other, he thinks about taking you back to Alexandria to meet the rest of the group and probably live there. He thinks a little while longer, then makes his decision.

"I'll take ya back with me. I got a real nice place I stay at... there's food, clean water," He gets down to one knee to get to your level. "There's uh, nice housing, nice people. There's also other kiddos yer age too, Ya could make some friends." He looks up at you, chewing on the inside of his cheek. You stare right back at him, a look on your face as if you're considering it. You then nod your head as you wipe your nose on your sleeve, sniffling. "I wanna go with you..."

Daryl's slightly taken aback, but he recomposes himself.

"Are ya sure?" He asks, and you nod. "I'm sure... I wanna go with you."

After a few moments of silence, Daryl nods and stands up. He reaches out a hand to you which you take, and he helps you up. "Alright then," he sighs. "Let's go." You two begin to walk outside the pharmacy and to the exit of the shopping center. The dirt and debris crunch under your feet and the setting sun shines brightly. It’s almost nighttime, and the night chill is already slowly starting to settle in.

You follow him to where he had parked his motorcycle, standing behind him as he moves aside all the leaves and branches he hid it with. Daryl stands up the bike and gets on it, kicking back the stand. You get on behind him, wrapping your eyes around him. After he makes sure you're ready, Daryl revs the engine and the bike begins to move, gradually getting faster.

You both ride through the streets surrounded by woods, the wind whipping through your hair. You rest your head on Daryl's back, finding the wind and high speeds oddly soothing.

Time flies by fast and before you know it, you're at the gates of 'Alexandria Safe-Zone'. The guard at the gates lets Daryl in, and he can feel all the eyes on himself and you. Daryl ignores it, not wanting to deal with anything at the moment. He slowly rides the bike to the house he stays at. He knows he'll be questioned sooner or later about who he brought back with him, but he'll do it with it eventually.

He parks the motorcycle in front of the house and kicks the stand into place, getting off. He helps you get off the bike as well.

"Hey, uh, kid," he starts, scratching the back of his head as you two walk up his porch steps. "Ya can stay with me if ya want, for as long as ya want. I have a spare room ya can stay in. It's got a nice bed and everythin'." He unlocks the door and pushes it open. The house has a warm and cozy atmosphere. It's nicely furnished, but he didn't furnish it himself. All of the houses in Alexandria are pre-furnished as it was originally a quarantine safe zone for politicians when the outbreak first started.

Daryl puts down his crossbow and slips off his boots, leaving them by the front door. You copy him, not wanting to break any unspoken 'no shoes' rule that he may have. Daryl walks over to the couch, plopping down on it and sighing. You do the same, sitting at the corner of it. You bring your legs to your chest, making yourself feel small.

It's a new environment for you, you've pretty much gotten used to being in the woods all alone, having to be stealthy and dodge walkers left to right. But the change is nice, feels a little like how the world was before. It'll just take a bit to get used to.

You can finally get a good look at the man who rescued you. He has a rugged appearance, but for some of reason you don't find him very intimidating. You feel safe around him, like he has a calming fatherly presence.

Then, you break the silence, speaking in a shy voice. "Um, what's your name? I don't think you ever told me."

Daryl looks over to you, eyes softening once more. "Daryl." he responds. "Daryl Dixon." You nod and go back to looking around the house from where you are. You stare into space for a little while before another thought comes up.

"Could you show me where the spare room that you mentioned earlier is?"

Daryl turns his head to you once again and nods. He gets off the couch with a slight grunt. You stand up as well, following him as he leads you up the stairs. He stops in front of a door and opens it, holding it open for you. You walk in and take a look around the room. It's nothing super fancy, but it's well furnished and simple. The moon shines through the window at a perfect angle, dimly lighting up the room in a soft and dreamy glow.

You walk over to the bed that's placed beside the window and sit on the edge of it. "I'm tired..." you murmur sleepily, laying down on the bed. You untuck the blanket and pull it up to your chest. You snuggle into the covers, curling into an almost fetal position. Daryl chuckles to himself, watching you get comfortable. Daryl feels this weird, fatherly urge to protect you, to make sure you're cared for and loved. He has a feeling you two will get along pretty well.

You soon fall asleep, and he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He goes over to his own room, getting ready for bed himself. It's been a long day, riding out to an abandoned shopping center for medical supplies and instead coming back with a lost, orphaned teenager in need of care. He settles into bed, pulling the blankets over himself and falling asleep.

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In the morning, Daryl goes downstairs to make his breakfast. You've beaten him to it, already eating orange slices on the couch. You hear his steps and turn your head around, looking up at him.

"Hey..." You mutter, then going back to eating your orange. "Hey." Daryl responds, brushing his hair back a bit and going over to the kitchen. He grabs a glass of water and makes himself some oatmeal that he found during his last supply run. Once its ready, he pours half of it into a separate bowl to share with you. Daryl walks over to the couch and sits beside you, placing the bowl on the coffee table in front of you.

"Ya should eat some more," he starts, grabbing a spoonful of oatmeal and eating it. He waits to finish until continuing. "Getting some oatmeal in ya is good, especially if ya haven't eaten in a while."

You look over at him and then to the bowl in front of you. You set down your orange slices on a napkin and grab the bowl.

"Thanks..." you responded, eating a spoonful. You finish it up pretty quickly, which makes sense. You haven't eaten a proper meal in who knows how long. You eventually finish eating both the oatmeal and orange slices, and you settle back onto the couch. Suddenly, you remember that you're still dirty and need to clean up. Your face flushes out of embarrassment. Have you really been looking like that this whole time?

"Do you have a shower that I could, uh, use?" You asked Daryl in a timid voice, now feeling hyper aware of your dirty appearance.

"Yeah, to the right of yer room." He replied, nodding his head towards the stairs. You nod your head in gratitude, getting up from the couch and going to the bathroom.

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That shower was possibly the most refreshing one you've had in a while. There was warm water, soaps, and possibly the fluffiest towels you’ve ever seen. But now you have another problem, clothes. The only ones you have were the torn, dirt covered ones you've been living in for the past few months or maybe even over a year. You wrap a towel around yourself and crack open the bathroom door just enough to peek your head out. "Daryl?" You call out, face flushing from embarrassment once again. "Could I borrow some clothes?" There's a moment of silence before you hear him shout back a "yeah", and you close the door, waiting. You wait for a few minutes until you hear the sound of his heavy footsteps, cloth falling on the floor, and then a knock. After that, he walks away. You wait a few seconds before cracking open the door and taking the clothes he left for you. It's a black shirt with a faded metal band logo printed in white, the pants are dark blue and denim. They're definitely going to be too big and baggy for you, but you wear it anyway.

You tighten the waistband of the jeans to fit you better, and you come out, hair wrapped in a towel. You walk down the stairs, damp feet pattering against the wooden floor. Daryl's still sitting on the couch, but in a more lounged position. You sit close to him and take a breath.

You begin to speak. “Um... this might be a little weird, but to me, you feel like a father." You tell him, and his eyes widen. But he looks touched. "We just met yesterday, but it feels really comforting to be around you." You twiddle your fingers, looking a little embarrassed. But Daryl smiles. It’s subtle, but there’s still a smile on his face.

"Tha's awfully sweet." His voice is softer than you've ever heard before. "I've never had a little one of my own, always kind of wanted to, though. I just don't think i'd be a good dad."

You smile at him, chuckling. "I think you would. You sort of have this really fatherly presence. It was unusually easy for me to warm up to you." You shift close to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. You smile more. "Maybe I could be your little one. You can like... adopt me, or something."

Daryl chuckles again. "We'll see, kid. We'll see."

You look up at him and then go back to snuggling. You curl up beside him, getting so very comfortable. You feel safe in his embrace, you never want to leave.

“Can we see maybe… now?” You ask in a playful way, looking up at him again. Daryl looks down at you with a slightly wider smile, shaking his head.

“Well, I-… yeah,” he sighs. “Alright, yer gonna be my little one. I’m never gonna let anything happen to ya.” He holds you a little tighter. “I might not be the best daddy, but I’m sure as hell gonna try.”

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[m1ndbrand]

Aemond: I believe that it would be most beneficial of us to meet perhaps...outside of court. I do think that a change in environment and a separation from tempting distractions will increase our output and efficiency tenfold–

Y/N: Aemond–

Aemond: when left to our own devices, autonomy often works against efficiency. I believe that the best spot for us to meet up will be somewhere like the library–

Y/N: Aemond.

Aemond: in addition, we can take advantage of the location that we choose to stay in. maybe finally complying with your raging craving for that tea from Dorne will soothe your grating twiddling and fidgeting–

Y/N: Aemond, are you asking to court me?

Aemond:

Aemond: ...yes.

#hotd #house of the dragon incorrect quotes #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #hotd x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd imagine #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x reader

[tyxoxo]

Feel It

pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: smut, pornstar!jaehyun au, 00’ dream inserts

words: 5.1k

warnings: pure filth, exhibitionism/voyeurism, degrading, choking/breath play, humiliation, dacryphilia, sex toys, ball gag, shibari, allusion to cum play, unprotected sex

a/n: san francisco armory, das the setting lolol (thanks kink.com 🫡)  also!! since the reader would have no way of knowing the names of 00’, hopefully i did a good enough job describing them for you all to know who is who sksks.

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“okay, we’ll just have you sign this.” the producer with the name tag K said as he handed you a clipboard with a pen; the two of you sitting across each other in a large auditorium. 

you were fidgeting the more you sat there in the middle of the “playroom”, excitement rising with every glance of the various s&m props placed on  antique plaques. whether it was the torture rack, assorted floggers, or cattle prods, you couldn’t wait to try it all.

never in your years of living did you expect to be at an armory-turned-BDSM studio, preparing to do your first adult scene. yet here you were, only wearing a pair or your underwear, completely bare everywhere else. 

the use of a National Guard armory was oddly fitting for the company—20th century Moorish Revival architecture, albeit refurbished, still gave a sense of “grittiness” and rustic charm.

 “i know that you already submitted your online waiver but we just like to have an additional one for in-person. physical signatures are always preferred.” K snapped you out of your thoughts for a second, though your mind couldn’t help but drift back into the depths—thinking yet again to your upcoming scene.

the single sheet of paper reiterated everything you read through just a week prior:

“Mission Statement and Company Values”

typical header to start a waiver…littered with the expectations to provide a “consensual and safe space for all participants.”

your eyes scanned further down, taking a few minutes to read their “Right to Distribute Media:

By signing here, you agree to having any and all media in your presence posted to our website Kink.com, with potential distribution to other pornographic partnerships…”

you provided your signature for the two spots provided, officially sealing away what modesty you had left.  

as soon as you handed the clipboard back to K, he spoke into his bluetooth earpiece, presumably notifying the other producers of your newly sealed fate, “you guys are good to head this way.” he said before placing the clipboard on the floor next to his water bottle. 

“in a moment you’ll be able to meet your partner, and go over the do’s and don'ts, that kind of stuff.” he said, followed by a closed-mouth smile.

you smiled back, trying to hide the anxiety creeping under your skin. there was no telling what kind of man would appear through those doors, meters away from where you sat.

you kept your eyes trained on the entrance, tapping your leg up and down to pass what seemed like hours.

but then again, this was a four story building…maybe it was just taking them a while to get to where you were. 

just as you looked down at your twiddling thumbs, the heavy sound of the double-doors filled the room. the man that appeared was unlike anyone you’ve ever seen. 

he was gorgeous…

and he smiled as soon as he laid eyes on you. his dimples being the first feature that caught your attention. 

he strutted towards you, confidence exuding with every step. he only sported boxer briefs, definitely nowhere near as self-conscious as you, now that you saw his toned body. 

you tried not to make it obvious that you were eyeing his subtle six-pack. but it was hard. his body was perfect; not too overbearing, not too ordinary. still, his biceps and his quads showcased the work he put in to maintain his physique. 

the last you could observe before he stopped in front of you, was his happy trail, leading all the way to the package he had confined in his briefs. he completely ignored K, standing right in front of his field of view. 

your eyes slowly made their way to his face, still smiling so bright, with ivory teeth to match. 

“hello, my name is jaehyun. nice to meet you.” 

his voice was velvety deep, baritone. 

another surprise to you. 

jaehyun held out his right hand, but you noted the single platinum band adorned on his left ring finger, to your disappointment. 

your thoughts were outlandish, there’s no way you’d have a chance with him even if he wasn’t taken.

you returned the handshake, voice visibly shaken as you gave him your name.

“i’ll go ahead and let you guys have the floor. i’ll be back in 10.” K said with a clear of his throat. he then gave up his seat for jaehyun, making his leave towards the double-doors.

jaehyun looked back at the medieval-styled chair before sitting down, chiseled thighs growing in size once he found a comfortable position.

“so tell me a bit about yourself…”

he leaned forward in his seat, placing his hands criss-cross in between his thighs. 

the simple action of trying to close the distance between the two of you, paired with his now sultry-tone, caused you to gulp quite noticeably.

“i uhhh, this is—s-sorry i can’t form my words today.” you covered your mouth as you laughed, embarrassed by the effect jaehyun had on your intelligibility.

if only you noticed his faint smile. 

“would it be better if i asked you something different?” he spoke with a tilt of his head, bangs sweeping softly across his eyelashes.

“no its not that…i’m just not super interesting.” you pursed your lips together, shameless in admitting how average you were. 

“i highly doubt that. for you to come here, i know that you’re more interesting than you let on.”

he smirked to himself, dimples even more pronounced as he looked down at your feet.

“so what do you like…don’t like? or what are you willing to try today?” 

he looked back up at you, but the ability to maintain eye contact with him was becoming harder and harder.

but for you to have come this far, sitting almost-nude in front of a stranger…there was no use in being shy anymore.

“i’ve just always wanted to be controlled, dominated, humiliated…reduced to nothing, pretty much.” you spoke matter-of-factly, knowing he’s probably heard this all before. 

you decided to keep your eyes on his mouth, and then his sharp canine’s that gleamed under the warm sepia light as he licked his lips. 

“what about degrading?”

“definitely.”

“shibari?”

“yes.”

he continued to list everything that came to mind, making it somewhat easier for you to communicate your needs and expectations.

by now, barely 7-minutes in, jaehyun learned that you were practically open to anything. 

“one last thing. the most important.”

you raised your eyebrows at his sudden announcement, already having an idea of what it could be.

“what’s your safeword?”

“olive.”

                           —☽༓☾—

“alright, we’ll go ahead and get started. if you at any time need to take a break, just let us know. remember, there is no time limit, and most of all, enjoy yourselves.” one of the producers said while adjusting his camera.

now in the auditorium with you and jaehyun, were two different producers, with the names I and N; an obvious attempt to mirror their company, which definitely made it easier to recall. K was nowhere to be found this time. but you weren’t concerned about that anymore. 

the entire auditorium was now your’s, filled with all the props to make your fantasies come true. the chairs were pushed away, and the camera’s were now rolling.

jaehyun stood face-to-face, still in only his boxer briefs. he studied the floor beneath you, seeming to psych himself up with a smirk. 

you didn’t even really know how to stand, or carry yourself, fearing that too much focus on the lesser details would ruin your adrenaline. 

just as you watched his head rise to your level, you were swept away by a kiss.

he was as spirited as you hoped, using his left hand to hold onto your cheek, and the other to rest against your hip. still through the shock of how soft his lips were, you managed to taste the balm that he chose to wear—peach with a hint of vanilla. 

you raised your hand to wrap around the wrist that kept hold of your cheek, eventually closing more of the gap between the two of you. 

despite how delicate the kisses were at first, you could hear them echo throughout the auditorium, surely to get louder once you could taste more of him.

you tried your best to keep up with the different angles that his head moved, but thinking back to the fact that these were among the first kisses you shared, you could bear the inconsistencies until you found a proper rhythm. 

so far, he did everything right. starting off slow just how you liked it… just how you told him just a few minutes prior. 

his left hand caressed your cheek back and forth, brushing against the small hairs in front of your ear. the other made its way down to your ass, gripping tightly, but not without your breath hitching through the fiery embrace.

he took the opportunity like you had guessed, to brush his tongue against your own, finally gaining more out of the subtle start towards your undoing. 

you had only known him for roughly half an hour, yet you already felt in tune with his way of leading you to pure bliss. 

he intertwined with you effortlessly, regardless of the mess the two of you made with just your lips. combined saliva pooled at the corners of your mouth, and you found yourself whimpering at his attempts to clean up the remnants with his warm tongue.

“you’re making a mess already?”

he spoke against the corner of your mouth, the smell of vanilla becoming even more evident from his suckled lips. 

you didn’t want to give in so soon to his early teasing. he needed to do more.

though you realized within a flutter of your hooded eyes, that he needed just as much as you. without any warning, he flipped his warm persona, the hand that held your cheek moving down to grip your throat tight. 

his fingertips knew exactly where to apply pressure, causing you to wince as the sting resonated on both sides of your neck. your hands immediately wrapped around his, knowing he liked to see you struggle.

you had made a point of that too. 

“you won’t say anything? what about when i do this?” his face remained mere centimeters away from you, denying you of any further kisses. 

you could see through the haze that his dimples were still just as evident from his now-sinister smile. 

his right hand cupped your clothed core, causing you to shudder against his palm. 

he would definitely be able to feel your growing arousal through the thin material. 

“maybe you don’t deserve any of this…i should just leave you here.”

he backed up his shaming effortlessly, all the while palming you through your damp underwear. 

the friction felt electric against your clit, causing you to buck against his touch.

“ride my fucking hand.” he smirked right in front of your face, like a complete switch from the gentleman you just met.

you were sure that you looked pathetic, getting off to just the palm of his hand. practically humping to get some sort of release. 

being self-conscious no longer mattered, not when he provided you with a means to an end. proving not only to yourself, but to future viewers that you were outwardly desperate.

the more zealous you got with your gyrating hips, the more jaehyun was inclined to stop and just watch you yearn for it.

he decided immediately, stilling his movements. 

for the first time, you whined.

“please let m-me cum.” your voice barely produced any sound, restricted from his hold on your throat. 

“should i?” 

“mmh, yes. please…” 

you hoped that your look of pity was convincing enough. 

“go on and show me then. show me that you deserve it.” 

he gave you free reign, lessening the hold on your throat, and continuing to keep his palm still against your aching core.

you were practically salivating, trying your hardest to hit a certain spot along your sensitive nub. with a few more hellish rolls of your hips, you succeeded, feeling that familiar high surge through your body. 

jaehyun was beyond satisfied, enjoying how you broke down from barely nothing. his eyes drifted over every part of your trembling body, mentally noting the parts that would be destroyed by the time he was done with you.

as you started to come down, he had already tugged your underwear off, even taking a moment to smell the now-ruined fabric. he could’ve spent longer doing so, showing off his guise for as long as he wanted.

but you were fidgeting quite noticeably, shifting your thighs to subdue the constant throbbing of your clit. it was obvious there was more to come.

once he tossed the flimsy fabric to the side, he ushered you towards the far left of the room where two red velvet sofas were positioned against the wall, and a small antique dresser sat in between. 

you could barely keep up with his stride as he interlocked your hands together. but you let him control your movements, until you were centered in the middle of the makeshift formal room.  

on top of the dresser were bundles of rope, a ball gag and a vibrating wand, with images of all the ways you would be ruined flooding your brain. your eyes then drifted up towards the ceiling, immediately catching sight of the metal ring hanging just above you.

the cameras were paused momentarily; had the recording continued, the producers would’ve captured your look of wonder as you watched jaehyun gather the jute material onto his arm to begin the process. 

you’d only had a few experiences with bondage, but all of the preparation seemed to come naturally as you followed jaehyun’s instructions. he was patient and soft-spoken with his directions, all the while marveling at how pretty you looked while listening to him. 

it was evident he was experienced in the art of shibari, as he adjusted the intricate designs to fit the contour of your body within minutes. your eyes were conflicted on where to look, whether it was his concentration or the way the rope cupped your breasts perfectly. either way, you felt beautiful. 

“take deep breaths for me, you’re doing great.” 

his sultry tone was enough to relax you as you felt gravity disappear under your feet.

your eyes remained shut as you inhaled and exhaled, gradually soaking in the feeling of complete ascension. 

you were in the most exposed position—frogtied. suspended upwards, arms secured behind your back, knees bent, and ankles bound to your thighs. 

even though it took a while to get into this arrangement, he made you feel comfortable, and you were still just as wet, eagerly awaiting his next move.

“how do you feel? talk to me.” he stood in front of your suspended body, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. there was anything but, you surprisingly felt purified, as if a literal weight had been lifted. 

“i feel good.” 

you weren’t the best at exclaiming your feelings, but you could tell that jaehyun sensed your approval.

“anything pinching or pulling?” he asked again, leaning in close to inspect the knots littered across your body. 

“nope.” 

“okay good. just wanted to check before i put this on.” he replied while giving the “ok” hand signal for the producers to resume rolling. 

he stepped over to the dresser, grabbing the black leathered ball gag. your pussy involuntarily clenched around air at the sight of the large red ball, and the realization that you were now being filmed in suspension, every bit of your cunt on display for the world to see.

you licked your lips one last time before he placed the gag. the taste of plastic overtook your senses, unfortunately masking the remnants of his lips balm. nonetheless, you felt complete, relishing in your own fantasy being brought to life.

saliva managed to escape not even seconds later, dribbling onto your chin. jaehyun eyes grew dark, switching back to the sadist he truly was.

your eyes tracked his every move, watching as he finally exposed himself.

you wished you were well-spoken enough to describe how perfect he was. but you could only manage whimpers through your restraints, hoping that he heard your reaction to seeing his lower half for the first and probably only time.

you were finally able to see where his happy trail ended, branched out into a sea of nicely trimmed hair. his length stood proud, snapping back onto his outie bellybutton as he kicked his briefs off to the side.

he stepped over to the dresser one last time, grabbing the vibrating wand. you were expecting the sound of the device to come to life, even squinting your eyes to brace for the feeling of it hitting your clit. but instead he kept it down by his left side, while his right finger came up to collect the saliva that had now leaked down your neck. 

“not yet…you’ll have to prove that you’re worth my time. i don’t reward sluts that whine in my face.” his words hit you hard, but his finger worked even harder.

your body began to shake as he used his slicked forefinger to paint a trail down the center of your chest. he eventually found your nipple that had swelled through the coarse rope, pinching hard.

he released quickly, doing the same to the other. 

his right finger continued its descent, now finding your cunt that was glistening under the warm lighting. he seemed satisfied enough from the sight of your juices dripping onto the floor meters below you. 

your breathing grew ragged as you felt him group his digits together to press against your sensitive nub. he leaned further into you, preventing you from seeing him work your pussy into overdrive.

the filthy sounds of your essence sloshing against the flesh of his fingers filled the room, even overpowering the pathetic moans that tried to escape through the soaked ball gag.

“think you could cum again? hmm?” 

he cooed against your ear, determined to kick all of your senses over the edge.

you failed miserably at producing a coherent “yes” through the pleasure, and you feared this would have consequences.

the high was building up a second time, but unfortunately it was met with jaehyun’s cruelty.

he backed away from you completely, leaving you there to wiggle in the ropes that kept you hungry and docile.

“yes…i can do it.” you words were muffled at best, barely audible. but your body showed enough of your desperation, trying to move within the confines of your unrelenting submission. 

“fucking filthy whore…you’re too late.” 

jaehyun tortured you by staying back, twirling the vibrating wand in his hands. 

regardless of the fact you were granted an orgasm moments ago, you made it known that you deserved another.  

tears began to pool in your eyes, eventually flowing from your eyelids onto your warm cheeks. breathing seemed more difficult, as you sniffled and heaved against the ball gag.

jaehyun looked down at the floor, in awe at the amount of your juices that had hit the floor. you were more than soaked, practically painting the floor in an abstract design of delicious filth. usually he was able to drag out teasing for a while with his other “co-stars” but for you, his patience was wearing thin; not out of distaste, but out of the eagerness to finally feel your walls around his cock. he would have to fuck you soon, so he could see if you felt just as good as you looked.

he had done plenty of scenes, even similar to this; more than he could count. and none short of bragging, he ruined every single one of them, and you were no exception. 

without a second thought, jaehyun stepped up to you, placing the vibrator on your engorged clit. a shriek escaped through the gag as you slumped in the ropes, head falling backwards as a wave of relief hit you. 

finally, you were given more.

through your hooded eyes, you were unable to see his erect tip awaiting your entrance. 

“are you happy now? what do you say?” he gripped your jaw hard, forcing your head forward to stare into his dark eyes. 

“thank you s-so much…thank-...”

your gratitude was cut short as he pushed himself inside you. 

a guttural groan fell from his glossy lips as he paused halfway, utterly amazed by the way your walls welcomed his cock, trying his best to draw out the way you sucked him in. 

he could’ve stayed like this forever, relishing in your ability to grip him for dear life. 

“you’re so fucking tight…did you save this pussy for me?” his voice was just as shaky as yours, completely high off the energy that filled the room.

you nodded your head up and down, mind too absorbed in the pleasure that overtook your body.  

your eyes blew wide as he continued to inch himself further inside your dripping hole; beyond satisfied from being stretched full. 

you watched his jaw go slack as he bottomed out, pupils dilating not only in front of you, but the cameras too. 

the realization that everyone would witness his transformation, caused you to contract around his length; the vibrator intensifying your actions as if you no longer had control. 

he wasted no time thrusting inside you, hips snapping against yours in an immediate, steady rhythm. your body recoiled against his tireless momentum, eventually swinging from the metal ring every time he connected his tip to your cervix. 

“do you think you could hold out sweetheart?” 

you were sure that you could, but you couldn’t help but entertain the idea that it was much deeper than that. 

nonetheless, you mumbled “yes”, hoping to prove your worth so that he would never stop fucking you senseless. 

yet again, your head fell back, pitiful howls escaping through the gag as you felt your orgasm building up a second time. 

“come on, look at me. watch me fuck this pussy.” he used his non occupied hand to usher your head forward, watching you choke up as many moans as you could through the soiled gag. 

he continued to support your head, and it became obvious that it was done for a reason. the sound of the double-doors caught your attention soon after, echoing through the auditorium. your eyes looked past jaehyun’s broad shoulders to catch sight of the four attractive figures that appeared. 

their presence would be burned inside your mind forever—an aura of complete deviance, walking towards your suspended frame with an obvious intent to ravage you beyond repair. 

your eyes couldn’t look away, not even with jaehyun still drilling inside your pussy. 

you noted the two tallest, one with wavy silver hair, and bangs long enough to cover his dark eyes. he had the most  chiseled features out of the four, with full lips to complement his sharp jawline. the other didn’t look nearly as intimidating as the first, with rounded facial features despite having a broader frame. he adorned blue eyes, which you assumed to be contacts. either way, the sky blue color fit his chocolate hair, setting him apart from his yang counterpart.

the third reminded you of a sunset, with golden skin that radiated far beyond his charming presence. his jet black hair offered contrast to his warm exterior. 

the final one—the blonde, surprised you the most, he didn’t seem like the type to present himself in this type of environment, but maybe that was his ruse—to deceive anyone into thinking he wasn’t as filthy as the next. he made sure to be the last one following behind in the ensemble, but you still noted his elfen-like appearance, seeming delicate yet playful. 

they were all just as flawless as jaehyun. 

you would have to refer to them by their features, as there was no indication of their names. truthfully, the idea that you may never know, made this all the more fulfilling. letting four strangers do whatever they wanted to you, was the pinnacle of desire. 

the silver-haired boy made sure to greet you first, standing next to your right side. though you weren’t sure if gripping your chest through the rope was a proper greeting, it still caused you to whimper from his robust touch. he squeezed your nipples harder than jaehyun, watching you crumble from his assault. 

“another slut for me to fuck with hmm? you better hope you make this worth my while.” he snarled against your ear, taking the time to tug your earlobe between his teeth. the kisses that followed were messier than the brunette that stood to your left. you made sure to make eye contact with him and acknowledge his existence despite his silver-haired fiend stealing the show with his unhinged words. the blue-eyed boy had a smug grin on his face, caressing your cheek with no care in the world that your saliva had covered his fingers. 

he began to pecker along your collarbone, keeping his eyes locked onto your own, tongue swiping upwards to taste the sweat that had formed on your flushed skin. 

“i bet she’s been good so far?” the brunette’s voice caught you off guard, completely teasing, even mocking your predicament. you saw him look forward at jaehyun, then down at the vibrator that was still pressed against your clit.

you hoped to god that he would grab and use it on you. that any of them would use it on you.

“hell yeah she’s been good. taking my cock like a good little slut.” jaehyun licked along his upper lip, baring his canine’s again. 

“here...i know she’s close.”

jaehyun offered the vibrator to the brunette, the sensation temporarily leaving your core. you whined in dissatisfaction, hoping it wouldn’t be off you for too long. 

“you’re so pretty…” 

the blonde haired boy soothed your worries, coming up beside the brunette. his hands were noticeably smaller than the rest, but still just as skillful. he took his slender fingers and began to rub your abused clit in circles. the pads of his fingers were a few degrees colder, but it soon warmed up after making contact with your heated skin. 

you jumped, as best as you could, when he increased the pace, and began swiping his entire hand across your wet mound. the sounds of your juices splashing past his digits bounced off of the walls of the auditorium. 

he truly proved your point of his devious nature. 

the golden boy rushed to jaehyun’s left side, getting a clear view of the mess you kept making. his hands trailed down to palm himself through his black denim jeans. even through your tears, you watched him bite his lip, hard enough to make the skin underneath go pale.

you were so close. 

“pl…please. i’m cl…” you thought your words had drifted off into the void, overpowered by the multitude of bodies in the room, but they didn’t go unnoticed. 

“awwh, she’s gonna cum. so wet, so pretty…” the fairy teased, taking the time to lower his mouth to your knee, making sure that he had made at least one mark on your skin by the time the evening was over.

the familiar band from within your core snapped. a wave of pleasure surged from your core all the way up to where the silver-haired boy had gripped your throat. moans managed to escape through the hold he had on your neck, stinging against his palms as he squeezed harder and harder.

the sea of white that flashed across your vision had turned red when the fairy’s hand left you and the vibrator took his place. the brunette’s smile grew wide when he witnessed first-hand what overstimulation looked like, and for him to be the one to blame, made an obvious power trip show across his cheshire grin. 

you were completely ruined. it was evident by the way you began to convulse, the way you cried out, the way your walls continued to contract around jaehyun’s cock. 

“fuckkk, just like that. you're sucking me in so hard. keep doing that sweetheart…”

jaehyun chanted out, an indication that he was close to exploding inside of you.

“take that ball gag off, i wanna hear her scream…” the golden boy directed the fairy to do his bidding, not wanting to pause on his own self-gratification. he had already freed his cock from his boxers, nowhere near patient enough to pull his pants the rest of the way down. 

you weren’t still enough for the blonde as he tried freeing the clasp behind your head. eventually with the help of his silver-haired friend, you were finally able to voice your sounds of another orgasm. 

“i’m gonna cum again!!” you screamed out, making the rest of them smirk with pride.

“are you even gonna say thank you? ungrateful whore…” the same one that had been giving you the most hell, spat against your ear. his words made it all the more damning; you enjoyed how he tested your mental stability. 

“thank you! thank you so much!” 

you were sure that you looked broken, slumped from the actions of these four strangers and of course, jaehyun, who was just as close.

his thrusts were beginning to show cracks, losing the rhythm he had held onto for so long. the two of you stared at each other, in your own world as you both came. 

with one final snap of his hips, he let out a moan, pumping you full of his seed with every inhale and exhale. 

your voice gave out, vocal chords spent from all of the prior screams you produced during your time of luxury.

your mouth hung open as you felt him fill your walls to the brim, creating a salacious mixture that bubbled inside your painted walls.  

even though the vibrator had stopped, a phantom sensation caused you to tremble against the now-still wand. 

all that remained was the comedown. and you weren’t sure you wanted it to end.

jaehyun remained inside you, drawing out the aftermath of your back-to-back orgasm. a thin sheet of sweat decorated his chest, illuminating under the tan lights.

your breathing had finally calmed down, and by the time you tried to get a good look at everyone, they were already huddled around jaehyun, waiting to see the creampie. 

their eyes followed jaehyun’s every move, watching as he exited you with a single plop.

“i’m first.” the silver-haired boy spoke quickly, immediately lowering himself to be level with your weeping hole. 

it was obvious that this wasn’t over. and you were more than okay with that.

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[Meta] Gale’s Neurodiversity is Closer to ADHD.

It comes up a lot that Gale is possibly autistic and honestly, I don’t see it but I do think he has ADHD. Now this could extend to AuDHD but, in someone untreated, studies suggest that ADHD is the prevalent disorder.

I’m not gonna deep dive this, because ADHD is as much a spectrum disorder as Autism is. He’s also closer to hyperactivity and impulsiveness over having inattention issues - either by training himself to manage it or it just not being a problematic symptom - given what he tells us about his schooling, he probably trained his inattentive side.

Little to no sense of danger

Stealing the Blackstaff and opening a portal.

The whole Orb thing.

Even after the Orb, entering the room next to Jergal’s statue and declaring ‘temptation my friend we meet again’ upon seeing the chained book in there.

Entering a Wizard’s Tower without know what’s in there.

Constantly Fidgetting

You stop moving and he’s off, twiddling his fingers, it’s probably Prestidigitation but he instantly goes to moving his hands. Staying still is an issue for this guy in he field.

Excessive Talking

Presented without comment.

Inability to Deal With Stress

Every time something conflicting happens, he threatens the Orb. It’s kinda funny but it does show some limited stress coping capabilities. Perhaps enhanced due to the Orb and tadpole but there none the less. I can see him using Misty Step to just leave situations that piss him off in a huff- not that we have evidence of this.

Poor Organisation Skills

His tower seems to suggest his mind is constantly on several things at once and struggles to prioritise, moving from subject to subject in a methodology that is more impulsive than planned. He’s probably had his fair share of rabbit hole deep dives across his books.

Hyperfocus

We firstly get this hyperfocus on following through Mystra’s demands.

Followed by the Crown of Karsus.

These two events sort of represent element of hyperfocus to see these things through no matter what.

It’s ultimately tough to tell, there are a lot of overlaps across the two conditions but this is my interpretation.

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