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bitches lied - having sex with someone who has a big dick doesn’t stop hurting if you allow yourself to stretch out 😭
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in case anyone would like to know…
my username is from this character from genshin! out of all the harbingers, he is by far my favourite 🥹
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random rant
high key am convinced my boss is trying to get with me - he texts me for reasons outside of work (wasn’t weird at first since he’s friends with my sister and i know him through her even outside of the workplace) but even then he texts me randomly
i didn’t see anything wrong with it until he asked me to go for a beer with him after work - it’s just off putting to me a little cause like… there’s a big age gap between us and now i’m not too sure how i feel about working under him :/
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Caught
pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi x Amadala!reader
word count: 1k
warnings: nudity, embarrassment, fluff at the beginning, sexual references, age gap sort of referenced
a/n first obi wan fic. i hope i didnt make padme too mean, it wasnt my intention. i havent watched the prequels in over a month and i tend to forget character aspects sometimes. also this takes place at the castle anakin and padme got married in (and the only place where i will ever get married Villa del Balbianello if your interested)
summary Padme’s prized younger sister Y/N gets caught after a night with Obi Wan.
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“Why couldn’t we had just sent a droid?” Anakin whined, following Padmé.
“It’s better to communicate through words. More respectful. I’m sure Master Obi Wan won’t mind.” Padmé said confidently. Her dress swayed perfectly behind her and her heels clicked as Anakin sulked following her down the hallway.
“But he’s the late one!”
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Good Clean Fun
Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader
Warnings: 18+ / Smut
Description: You accompany Joe to the Hamptons for the white party
Time/Place: July 3, 2023 - the Hamptons, NY
A/N: I wrote this just after the white party pics dropped, but I'm still not sure about it. 😬 I've tweaked it to pieces and finally decided to just offer it up. Hope y'all like it.
Inspo pic: (one of many)
Pic source = white party hotness
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You jolt awake at the sound of your phone ringing, fumbling to grab it off the bedside table. "Hey," you whisper.
"Hey," Joe says. "What are you doing?"
"Just laying in bed … thinking about you," you answer nonchalantly, not wanting to admit you were asleep. "How's the party going?"
"It's … fine," he mutters. "I wish I was there with you."
"Me too, babe."
"I'm thinking about leaving early."
You check the clock on the bedside table. "Better stick it out for at least another hour," you advise, smiling when he heaves a sigh. "I know it's not your scene, but you need to do this, okay?"
"Are you gonna be awake when I get back?" he asks, the pouty tone in his voice causing you to smile even bigger.
"Of course. Shoot me a text when you leave and I'll be waiting for you at the front door."
"Promise?"
"I promise," you chuckle. "Now get back out there and mingle," you order, laughing at his dramatic groan.
"Yes, ma'am," he grumbles. "Love you."
"Love you, too," you echo.
You set your phone down and look around the elegant but unfamiliar bedroom. Joe had begged you to come with him to the Hamptons even though you weren't invited to the white party. Y'all had flown up the day before on a private jet, quickly settling into your Airbnb before ordering a dinner delivery of salmon piccata pasta, caesar salad and garlic bread. Joe had uncorked a bottle of crisp sauvignon blanc, and y'all had enjoyed your meal while watching an amazing sunset from your upstairs balcony.
You smile to yourself thinking about what happened after dinner; you and Joe tangled together on the plush bed, him getting you off twice with his fingers and tongue before putting your legs over his shoulders and fucking you slow and deep, his big hands teasing your breasts and clit in a way that had you writhing beneath him, your third climax of the night hitting so hard you actually saw stars.
You bite your lip at the intense memory as you flop back against a pile of fluffy pillows, heaving a sigh as you look around the tastefully decorated bedroom. The Airbnb is a few miles away from Billionaire Lane where the white party is taking place, but even though it's more modest than those monuments to conspicuous consumption, it still has amazing views, a super comfy king-sized bed, and a huge shower with a built-in bench and several different water features.
You giggle when you think about the shower; you had a little solo fun in there earlier after a couple glasses of wine and a couple pics of your man at the white party looking like a walking orgasm got you worked up. "Sexy motherfucker," you mutter to yourself, still smiling at the naughty memory when your phone chimes; you read the text from Joe before sending a quick reply.
"Thirty minutes is not exactly an hour, Joseph Lee," you giggle to yourself, "but okay." You place your phone on the bedside table before easing off the bed and walking into the en suite bathroom to check your reflection in the mirror. You're wearing a short silk robe the color of pale seafoam green and a lace thong to match. Your face is devoid of makeup and your long wavy hair is in a messy bun on top of your head; you briefly consider fixing it before giving a shrug. "Fuck it," you mutter, walking downstairs just in time to see a car pull into the driveway. You watch through a front window as Joe climbs out of the backseat of the car and ambles up the sidewalk, his slightly unsteady, long-legged stride making you smile as you swing the front door open.
"Hey," you purr, staying mostly hidden behind the door as the car reverses out of the driveway and drives off into the warm, humid night.
"Hey," he mutters, giving you a lopsided smile as you close the door behind him. "You look gorgeous," he says, reaching a hand out to finger your slinky robe as you raise an eyebrow in response. "And you look drunk as fuck," you chuckle, pulling him into a tight hug. "Did you have a good time?" you ask, inhaling his pungent aroma of sweat, vodka and a hint of weed.
"Not really," he pouts, "and I'm not drunk. I'm just a little buzzed," he argues. "Just a little crossfaded," you retort. "Maybe a little," he admits, giving you a sheepish smile when you pull back and look up at him. "But I'm mostly just tired as hell," he continues. "I couldn't relax the entire time I was there because I felt like an animal on display at the zoo. I mean, it was fun to catch up with the guys, but then there were these random peeps who kept staring at me, taking pics and vids." He makes a stank face before continuing. "Some of them even tried to talk to me," he shudders. "Weird as fuck."
"Awww, you must be so exhausted," you murmur sympathetically, pulling him into another tight hug. "I am," he sighs, burying his face in your neck as you reach under his shirt and scratch his back through his thin tank top. "Poor baby," you coo. "It's a lot of work dodging all that pussy being thrown at you. No wonder you're tired."
He leans back and looks down at you, narrowing his eyes at the bratty look on your face. "For a second I actually thought you felt sorry for me," he grumbles, trying hard not to smile when you roll your eyes. You stick your tongue out at him just as his stomach gives a loud growl. "Did you eat anything at the party?" you ask, shaking your head when he lists a few appetizers. "That's not nearly enough," you state, grabbing his hand and leading him into the kitchen. "Good thing I got you a lobster roll when I ordered mine earlier."
"Oh yum!" he chirps, placing his phone and sunglasses on the kitchen island before shrugging his "crochet" shirt off and tossing it over a barstool; he hurries to the kitchen sink and washes his hands, giving you an almost giddy smile as he plops down in another barstool, his entire demeanor perking up at the thought of delicious food.
You preheat the toaster oven before pulling a fluffy split-top roll out of a paper bag; you quickly slather butter on the roll before popping it into the oven to crisp up, throwing him a smile over your shoulder while opening the fridge. "I got it deconstructed so it wouldn't get soggy," you say, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge and sliding it across the counter to him. "It'll be ready in just a few minutes."
"Thanks, babe," he sighs, twisting the cap off and guzzling most of the bottle in about five seconds, a tiny drop of water escaping one corner of his mouth to casually slide down the long, sexy column of his throat. You watch the downward progress of the runaway water droplet like your life depends on it, biting your lip when he finally wipes it away just before it reaches his collarbone. Your gaze lingers on his broad shoulders, muscular chest and sculpted arms, the skimpy tank top and smiley face necklace he's wearing showcasing those impressive attributes in a way that makes your mouth water.
"What are you thinking?" he asks, giving you a loaded look when you meet his gaze.
~ DING ~
You jump as the timer on the oven goes off, shaking your head as you place the warm roll on a plate before grabbing the container of lobster salad out of the fridge. "I'm thinking I need to get this food in your belly," you mutter, smiling when Joe groans as he watches you pile an obscene amount of lobster onto the crispy roll before setting the plate in front of him.
"You're so good to me," he mutters, taking a huge bite of the roll as you hand him a bag of kettle chips and another bottle of water. "SO good," he repeats, his eyes rolling back in his head as he devours another bite. "I didn't realize I was so hungry," he mumbles, holding a big hand in front of his mouth as he speaks so as not to show you his half-chewed food.
You walk behind him and scratch his back as he continues to scarf his food, grinning when he pulls his tank top off to give you better access. You continue to scratch his bare back just the way he likes, your pulse reacting to the sex-type noises spilling from his pretty lips. "Feel good?" you ask, sliding one hand up the nape of his neck into his sweaty curls, his low-throated moan making you want to pull his hair and have your way with him. You ponder that naughty thought for a second until your pragmatic inner voice reminds you he needs food and sleep more than sex since y'all have a fairly early flight out tomorrow morning.
"Feels amazing," he groans after swallowing his last bite of lobster roll.
You give his back a final scratch before grabbing his empty plate and walking to the sink. "I got you some dessert, too," you say, quickly rinsing the plate and washing your hands before reaching into the delivery bag to pull out a small package. "I hope that's a euphemism for sex," he purrs, giving you a dirty wink when you cut your eyes at him. "These are better than sex" you state, placing a napkin in front of him before setting two peanut butter chocolate chip cookies on it.
He raises one eyebrow before taking a huge bite of cookie. After chewing and swallowing he narrows his eyes at you. "These are delicious, but they're not better than sex. Not even close."
"I was just teasing," you chuckle, watching in amusement as he crams the rest of the first cookie in his mouth before reaching for the second. "If you think these are better than sex then I really need to up my game," he grumbles, polishing off the final cookie while giving you a pouty grimace.
"I said I was teasing, grumpy cat," you giggle, reaching forward to wipe cookie crumbs off of his lips while he continues to faux-glower at you. "If you upped your game you'd give me a stroke." You flick his pouty bottom lip a couple times until he smiles. "Anyway," you continue, "quit thinking about sex. You need a shower and sleep since we have an early-ish flight tomorrow."
He makes a face before speaking. "I'm almost too tired to take a shower, but I know I need one since I feel grimy." He lifts an arm and gives his armpit a hearty sniff. "I smell like b.o. and vodka."
"And weed," you interject, chuckling when he wrinkles his pert nose at you. "C'mon," you urge. "I'll help you shower since you're so wrung out."
He follows you upstairs into the en suite bathroom, leaning against the wall as you turn the shower on to heat up. You squeeze toothpaste onto both of your toothbrushes before handing him his, keeping a close eye on him while you brush to make sure he doesn't fall asleep on his feet.
When you finish brushing you strip naked before helping him do the same, ushering him into the steamy shower and immediately ordering him to sit on the built-in bench while you angle all of the water jets to your liking. You grab the handheld shower head, quickly switching the setting from pulsate to rainfall before wetting him down head to toe, stepping in between his spread thighs as he slumps back against the tile wall and groans at the feel of the warm water cascading over him.
"Let's wash your hair first," you murmur, placing the shower head back in its holder before squeezing some shampoo in your palm. You rub your hands together before sliding them into his wet hair, thoroughly lathering the drenched strands while he ogles your bare chest.
"Close your eyes and keep 'em closed, please," you state.
"How am I supposed to keep my eyes closed when your tits are jiggling in my face?"
"You wanna get shampoo in your eyes?"
"No."
"Then keep 'em closed."
"Yes, ma'am," he grumbles, squeezing his eyes closed as you step a little closer, dropping a quick kiss on his wet forehead before massaging his scalp. "Feels good," he groans, sucking his plump bottom lip into his mouth as you grind the pads of your fingers against his temples, slowly working your way down the nape of his neck before reversing course. You smile at the look on his face as you grab the shower head. "I'm about to rinse so keep your eyes closed tight."
"Okay."
You thoroughly rinse his hair then grab his tube of face cleanser. "Hold a hand out for some face cleanser," you order, squeezing some gel onto his palm and waiting for him to lather up his face before rinsing again. He wipes the water off of his face and slicks his hair back as you reach for his shower pouf and wet it down, squeezing a generous dollop of his fav body wash on it before getting down to business.
You get him to lean forward so you can reach his back then move to his shoulders, working the foamy lather down each muscular arm all the way to his fingertips, pushing his wristbands up to clean underneath before moving to his chest; you grin when he squirms a bit as you tease his nipples with the frilly sponge, urging him to lift both arms so you can scrub his pits before continuing down his torso.
You bypass his crotch, ignoring the fact that he's semi-erect as you lather up his long legs, upper thigh to ankle. "You better do your feet," you giggle, knowing you could easily catch a foot upside the head if you accidentally tickle him. "Got it," he mumbles, quickly scrubbing his feet before handing the sponge back to you.
You rinse the pouf and apply more body wash, dropping to your knees between his spread legs before matter-of-factly soaping up his dick, still ignoring the fact that it's getting stiffer by the second as you slide the mesh sponge down over his balls and between his cheeks. He scoots a bit lower on the bench to give you better access and you slide two soapy fingers just behind his balls, biting your lip when he moans low in his throat as you massage the sensitive skin, reaching farther back to ghost your slick fingers over his hole a few times before grabbing the shower head to rinse him off. You give him a thorough rinse starting at his shoulders and working your way down, your mouth watering at the sight of his fully-erect cock laying against his glistening abs.
You eventually place the shower head back in its holder and position yourself on your knees between Joe's legs, dropping open-mouthed kisses from knee to groin, leaving love bites where his ample ass meets the top of his muscular thighs. He gives a grunt of approval and cups one big hand behind the nape of your neck as you lightly suck his balls while ghosting your fingertips over his impressive erection, teasing him for a few minutes before sliding your tongue farther back, tickling his hole with your tongue while slowly pumping his cock.
"Woman, if you keep that up I'm gonna cum in ten seconds," he grits out.
"Is that good or bad?"
"I wanna cum," he gives you a naughty smile, "but not in ten seconds."
"Okay, I'll ease up," you chuckle, his well-defined abs tensing under your fingers as you slide your hands up his torso, teasing his nipples while sucking your plump bottom lip into your mouth, giving him a filthy grin before lowering your head.
You hold eye contact with him as you flatten your tongue against the base of his cock and slowly drag it up, tracing a prominent vein all the way up before lapping at the precum on his tip; you feel his hand tighten on the back of your neck as you take him deep s-l-o-w-l-y, feeling every vein on his cock as you start to bob your head; you go deep enough to choke on him a few times, knowing he loves it even if he's too much of a gentleman to push your head down himself.
"Yeah, baby, just like that," he groans, squirming underneath you as you continue your sensual onslaught, dropping a hand down to play with his balls before sliding it farther back to tease his hole. "Don't stop!" he grits out, his throaty groans magnified by the acoustics of the shower enclosure as you follow orders, tears streaming down your cheeks as you continue to deep throat him.
When you feel the first spurt of his climax hit the back of your throat you quickly pull off and take the rest of his load on your face, using your free hand to milk every last drop out of him. "Fuck!" he grunts, his head dropping back against the tile with a thud as he watches you slide your tongue out to lick his creamy essence off of your lips. "So fuckin' hot," he mutters, panting hard as he continues to watch you through half-mast eyelids.
You wait a few minutes before speaking. "Did you like that?" you ask, playing with his slowy-softening erection as he catches his breath.
"I loved it." He gives you a blissed-out grin as you reach for the shower head, quickly rinsing your face and hands before turning it on him to give him a final rinse.
"Good. Let's get you dried off and tucked into bed."
"Lemme get you off first."
"You can return the favor tomorrow."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." You step out of the shower and grab a fluffy towel, handing it to him as he steps out behind you. "You want some undies?" you ask while drying yourself off, stepping into a pair of panties as he half-ass dries himself. "Gimme that," you chuckle, taking the towel from him and vigorously finishing the job. "No undies," he mumbles, walking into the bedroom and faceplanting onto the bed. You laugh to yourself as you crawl into bed beside him. "Goodnight," you whisper. "Night," he croaks, his voice muffled by the pillow.
After several minutes of silence, he speaks up again. "You still awake?"
"Yeah."
He turns to face you. "I feel like I left you hanging," he says, punctuating this statement with a huge yawn. "Lemme get you off."
"I'm good, babe, seriously. I'm kinda tired, plus I had a little solo fun earlier with that handheld shower head."
He perks up at the mention of you pleasuring yourself. "Tell me more," he orders while scooting closer, his expression a little hard to read in the dim lighting.
"You know how our handheld shower head at home only has two settings?"
"Yeah."
"Well this one has a few extra settings." You give him a naughty smile before continuing. "One of them is pulsate."
"Ohhh, sounds interesting. So you got yourself off with it?"
"Mmm-hmm. I got worked up looking at pics of you so I decided to relieve the pressure."
"That's hot," he purrs. "Why didn't you do a repeat performance just now when we were in the shower together?"
"Because you were half asleep," you state, smiling when he tries to stifle another huge yawn.
"I would've instantly been wide awake if you started going at it with the pulsating shower head," he grumbles.
"Exactly. That's why I didn't do it." You give him a quick kiss before rolling onto your side, facing away from him. "Go to sleep, horndog. Our car will be here to pick us up at 10:00 am."
"Did you set an alarm?"
"Yeah. We'll have just enough time to get dressed and pack our shit before the car gets here."
"Can you set it for forty minutes earlier? Pretty sure we're gonna need a looong shower before we leave for the airport."
"Are you serious?" you ask, rolling back over to try and read his expression.
"I'm dead serious," he mutters, giving you a sleepy smile when you grab your phone off the bedside table to reset your alarm.
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You do a final walk-thru of the bedroom and bathroom, making sure y'all haven't left anything before heading downstairs. You check your watch as you walk into the kitchen -- 9:49 am -- giving Joe a smile as he places your bags by the front door.
"Good thing we're in an Airbnb and not a hotel," he states, winking at you when you raise an inquisitive eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because that loud ass scream you let out in the shower would have folks calling 911 if they heard it," he teases, pulling you into a hug when you roll your eyes at him. "Did you scream that loud when you went solo with the pulsating shower head?" he whispers against your ear.
"I didn't scream at all when I went solo."
"So it was better with me?"
"Of course it was better with you," you scoff, leaning back to give him a 'boy please' look. "Your fingers, tongue and this," you give his cock a gentle squeeze through his slinky shorts, "were the stars of the show. The shower head was fun, but you're always the main event."
"Glad to hear it," he gloats, giving you a smug smile while reaching into a pocket to grab his phone. He quickly pulls something up before showing you his screen. "I ordered a pulsating shower head for you," he grins, giving a dirty chuckle when your eyes go wide. "You didn't have to do that," you demur, secretly thrilled that he did. "You know I'm always looking for new ways to make you scream," he purrs, sliding his tongue into your mouth when you pull him down for a kiss.
Several heartbeats later a car horn honks in the driveway, signaling the arrival of your ride to the airport. "I'll thank you later, daddy," you whisper against his slick lips, giggling when he playfully swats your ass.
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i’m actually so pissed rn.
please do not go through someone’s personal belongings / space no matter your relation to them - parent, step-parent/sibling, friend, nothing.
that is someone’s personal space that they rely on to go to for safety and comfort - the belongings in that room should not be touched without explicit consent from them.
it truly doesn’t matter if you pay for the roof over their head or not - there should be respect from both parties in allowing each other to have their own space be for them and whoever they wish to see it or interact with the things within it.
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REQUESTS OPEN FOR :
ateez
dalton lambert (insidious)
harley keener (marvel)
peter parker (tasm/mcu)
#ateez x reader#ateez imagine#ateez smut#dalton lambert x reader#dalton lambert smut#insidious x reader#marvel x reader#marvel smut#pater parker x reader#peter parker imagine#peter parker smut#tasm!peter imagine#tasm!peter x reader#tasm!peter smut
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Hello!! Possibly some of male reader comforting Dalton after a particular bad night in which the lights when out? Pls pls pls
(I only write for AFAB or GN readers, I'm so sorry!)
Dalton tried his best to brush off his fear of the dark.
He shook against his will and buried his head under the covers to hide from the dangers he had seen firsthand...
That, and to hide from you.
You had asked to spend the night - the storm outside having been too bad for you to even consider walking back to your dorm across campus. Dalton had offered his spare bed without a second thought - Chris was over at one of her friends' house anyways, so it's not like you knew many other people who would let you crash at theirs.
But perhaps he should've let you walk home - he could've dealt with the copious amount of money he would spend to pay you back after shoving you out far better than he is currently dealing with the power outage.
Dalton thought he was hiding how his bones shook violently and how his breathing never seemed to even out, but when you shone the flashlight of your phone at him fifteen minutes after the power went out initially, he had known his cover was blown.
"You're shaking like a leaf Dalton, do you want this blanket?" you had asked quietly, not too sure of how thin the walls of this dorm were. "i have my hoodie and fuzzy socks so I won't be too cold if you do want it."
He looked at you with wide eyes, unsure of if he should play into your thoughts of him being cold or turn your offer down - after all, he didn't want you to be blue in the face by the time you woke up the next morning.
"I'm okay, not super cold," he tried to keep his voice from wavering, but you had since turned your flashlight off, drowning the room in the darkness he dreaded once again.
You remained silent for several beats and shifted on the bed - Dalton had assumed you were turning over and trying your best to go to sleep at that point, but when he heard the light thump of your fuzzy-socked feat his the ground, he too sat up.
"Y'know it's okay to be afraid of things, right?" you spoke as you shuffled your way over to his bed. "Can I lay with you?" you asked, "no funny business I promise - Chris told me that you're queasy with the dark."
Dalton cursed Chris out in his head.
Of course, she would tell people, especially you, that he still had his childhood fear - one that made him have a need for the little nightlight that now sat useless in the electric socket.
"It's okay, I don't know what Chris told you but it's really not that bad," Dalton was cut off as you nudged his body over with your hands before curling up on the edge of the bed.
"Dalton?"
He paused for a moment, trying his best to calm his now racing heart.
"Yeah?"
You laid your head against his chest and wrapped your arm around his waist, pulling him closer to you. "Just try and go to sleep okay?" you whispered into his chest. "I won't let anything hurt you, okay? I'll be here to weigh you down and pull you back if anything happens."
Dalton thought of the possibilities of what Chris could have told you - if she had told you about his fear, what was gonna stop her from spilling his dreaming habit?
"Dalton."
He froze, allowing your voice to bring him out of his thoughts once again.
"... Yeah?"
"Go to bed."
He chucked into the top of your head, letting his body sink into your own as he grounded himself on the feeling of your body pressed against his own.
The weight against his chest, the warm feeling of your breath against his neck, and the delicate way you ran your fingers along his spine reminded him that no matter what, you would be there when he awoke.
And so he allowed himself to be lulled to sleep.
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some small dalton headcanons that have been on my mind
(MDNI 18+ CONTENT)
while he’d still have to be quiet (especially with chris rooming just a room above) he’d never not have his hands on you in some way
if he’s painting or working on a class assignment, your sat on his lap with your chest pressed against his own and free hand coming to stroke the bits of skin that peak out from beneath his your shirt
and with the anxiety that comes with sleeping for him, dalton always has you lay semi on top of him when you sleep over - your body acting as a grounding action similar to that of service dogs
with his painting passion, i’m sure there’s been countless times where he’s left smudges of paint along your body, that of which chris loves to lease the two of you about
most are innocent - paint on your palms or back of your hands, some smudges on the highest points of your cheeks, yet some make even her question if she wants to know how they got there
paint marks on the bugs of cleavage poking out from your shirt, hand/fingerprint marks around your neck, or smudges that can only be seen when you’re wearing your itty bitty shorts that show off the skin of your upper thighs
dalton is definitely someone who’s into marking - he loves to see paint residue on you, bruises from where his hands gripped the night before, the colourful splotches that decorated your knees when you gave him head in the boys shower room, and especially the ones he left on your body with his teeth and mouth
he would be a very delicate lover for the most part a after everything he’s been through, he’s very hesitant to cause you harm in any way (besides marking) but if he has a particularly rough night with his dreams, i could see him allowing himself to being talked into being more rough with you - to give him some sense of control with his own body
side note - his dick is pretty y’all i just know it
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Wild thoughts and fantasies?
The fact that this pic was so deliberately intentional.
The man put WORK into this selfie okay?
This is at least 5 mins of shuffling around in a chair, trying out different hand angles and head tilts to get this FOINE ASS pic.
I haven't written a Hongjoong piece in so long and maybe I need too.
This is not even a 'sit on daddy's lap and tell me about how your day' pose.
This is a...
'Kneel in front of me and I might just give you what you want'
Type of pose.
i want his cock in my mouth
hongjoong radiates such daddy energy i can’t - like he’s built on loving you but at the same time his love is rough and passionate - any session where he has you in your knees are ones that will always end up with your knees bruised for days and your jaw and back of the throat aching from him holding your head down and controlling the pace
mans is a giver tho so your pain and work does not go unpaid - scratch his back up, yank on his lock, or suffocate him between your legs and he’ll do it with a wet grin
#𖤐 — mdni.#ateez x reader#ateez imagine#ateez smut#hongjoong x reader#hongjoong smut#hongjoong inagine#kim hongjoong x reader#kim hongjoong smut#kim hongjoong imagine#kpop x reader#kpop imagine#kpop smut
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might start writing for dalton lambert… saw insidious last night and fell in love with him
anywho send requests (18+ allowed!!)
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🌀🌀you will send me filthy ateez and seventeen thoughts🌀🌀
requests are open and my inbox is begging to be fed with some wild fantasies and thoughts - entertain me!
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Would you ever consider doing a fwb (but they catch feelings) headcanon/reaction for svt or ateez?
ATEEZ IN FWB RELATIONSHIP (WITH FEELINGS)
𖤐 — gn!terms, fwb, tiny angst
seonghwa : tries his best to push past his feelings and just drown himself in the sensuality of everything - i feel like you would catch on cause usually he's so talkative during sex but then he suddenly goes quiet and barely looks at you while you're fucking. when you ask if he wants to end things, he admits he doesn't but he wants things to be more serious between the two of you (you accept obv)
hongjoong : genuinely swallows his feelings and keeps them under lock and key because having some part of you is better than not having you at all to him - he'll let his feelings slip post orgasm cause he's not thinking straight and then up and leaves straight after - until you legit knock on his door, hongjoong will not answer you in any way out of shame
yunho : yunho in a fwb situation is kinda laughable bc this man does everything with his heart - you probably fall first but keep it to yourself, only for yunho to confess he can't do it anymore since he caught feelings. he'd apologize for making it awkward, but when you say you feel the same, yunho will ask you out there and then
yeosang : when he realizes his feelings, yeosang pulls away above everything else - he distances himself from you in hopes that you'll just leave him be without prying into why, however when you inturn question him he caves and tells you that he was uncomfortable with pretending he didn't feel anything for you and in response to his stupidity you kiss the fool cause that's the only way he'll listen
san : forces his own feelings down in order to please you because he'd rather you be happy with the time you spend with him than cause issues between the two of you. it would take you confessing for san to even say anything cause my man is a pleaser at heart and just wants to make you happy / feel good
mingi : similar to hongjoong, i can see him confessing his feelings post-nut and just being so distraught - mingi would probably apologize and offer to leave and not bother you again because to him why would you wanna continue seeing him when you strictly agreed on fwb... pretty boy would almost cry in relief when you tell him to come cuddle
wooyoung : he makes jokes about catching feelings in order to make it seem like he hasn't already fallen - when you confess you caught feelings, i think as a first response wooyoung would mention that legit against fwb as a whole, but when he sees you kinda go quiet he backtracks and tells you of his own feelings
jongho : it'd take you mentioning that you wanted to end things since you wanted something serious for this man to confess his true feelings. "i'm right here, all you had to do was say you wanted something serious and i would have taken that place - don't look for other people when i'm right here."
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can you please write about seonghwa calling reader good girl? like im literally giggling at the idea but im not good at writing and i LOVE ur work :3
seonghwa was the perfect balance of being a verbal and physical lover - with each loving action, he paired it with smoothly spoken words.
every stroke of his fingertips on your skin sent shivers down your spine, yet he could never let you live without pushing it just that bit further.
"you're my good girl," seonghwa whispered into your hair, hands never ceasing their comforting yet teasing motions. "you're always so good for me."
his affections doubled in private.
no matter the night's pace, intensity, or mood, seonghwa praises his good girl like there's no tomorrow. yes, he was rough - hands gripping hard enough to leave indents of his fingertips for the coming weeks, and his hips slamming into your own so much so that they shook the bed violently - yet he'd still be whispering to you about how good you're being for him.
"my greedy good girl," he pants, "you just can't get enough of my cock can you?" seonghwa would smile into your neck before pulling his face away so he could look into your eyes. "always my good girl."
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SAFE AND SOUND ￫ THE SERPENTS HOLD
masterlist
￫ wc : 1.2k
￫ summary : if it was all a dream, why does the boy in the serpent green robes look so familiar?
￫ themes/au : hogwarts au, dark themes
￫ content : snakes, descriptions of being strangled, choking, mentions of being killed/locked up
￫ series taglist : none yet
￫ a/n : slightly edited, if you notice any mistakes or warnings i missed, please let me know! also, this chapter is short, but rest assured i plan to write longer pieces in the following chapters, this one is to act as an intro over anything else. enjoy!
It was difficult to differentiate between dreams and reality.
Perhaps it was because of how real it all felt – the cold, lonely, and dust-ridden room you had found yourself in was one you swore she found to feel and interact with. Like if you ran a finger over the spines of old books, you would leave a line through the grey particles that coated them.
You hadn't found yourself in a setting like this for ages – a setting that felt too real to be just a dream.
The room you were in was dark, the only light sources being lowly lit candles that were clenching onto the last bit of flame that burned near the bottom of the wax. You reckoned they had about a day left of burn time before the room was eventually enveloped in darkness.
Bookcases lined the hallway, slots left empty for the wax to run and coat the wood, some even dripping over the ledge and creating tiny puddles of now-hardened wax on the creaky floorboards.
You turned your head in wonder, eyes tracing over the intricate designs that were on the ceiling and walls that could be seen – and despite the wear of the floor boards, even they had some sort of design. Your best guess was that a once bright and blinding gold leaf made up the designs yet had now dulled and flaked over time.
The cold and dark hallway was beautifully-expensive looking, something only a well-off family could have in that day and age.
In your dazed wonder, a floorboard creaked behind you, your gaze snapping from the detailing onto a body with their back turned towards you. The figure walked further and further down the seemingly never-ending hallway.
Scrambling to your knees, you expected the stranger to turn your way in an instant at the sound of the loud floorboards screaming under the shifting weight upon them, however, they simply stopped in their tracks, body unmoving or reacting to your presence.
"Who are you?" you found yourself speaking before you could stop yourself – then again, you weren't sure you could've even if you had tried. The more you moved, looked, and spoke the more you realized you were not in control – it was as if it was a memory playing in your mind. No matter how hard you tried, nothing was able to be changed.
The figure swayed slightly, hand coming up to touch something wrapped around his neck. At the touch of their fingertips, the shine of scales became apparent as they shifted, a faint hiss echoing down the hallway.
A snake peered over the figure's shoulders, bulbous and slit eyes drinking up the image of a new and unknown being standing before it.
"You shouldn't be here," the figure spoke, their body still swaying as if they were drunk. "Your kind isn't welcome in this house," their deep voice echoed creating a ringing in your ears at the hostile tone that greeted you.
Stunned from being spoken to, you could only watch as the figure continued to sway, however as time progressed, the swaying grew worse until he finally succumbed to whatever was causing it – a loud thump of his knees hitting the hardwood floor beneath him startling you.
A choked breath was heard, and the boy brought both hands up to the snake wrapped around his neck – the reptile only tightening around the pale skin it rested upon.
"P-please go before they find you," he choked out. "If they find out you're here you'll b-be locked up or killed," he struggled to loosen the creature's hold. The boy turned his head to the best of his ability to look over his shoulder at you, dark eyes pleading for you to escape – not to help free them, but to turn your back and run before whoever he spoke about were to find you. "Leave!"
At the boy's raised voice, you turned, bolting away from the scene of the boy being strangled by the serpent, the sounds of his choking as gasps for air sever growing quieter despite the distance you put between the two of you.
His anguish followed you down corridors, around corners, and through doors – no matter how far you ran, no matter how loud your footsteps were, his pained cries could be heard. A perpetual sound of his slow demise rang in your head like an alarm.
An alarm to escape, to heed his warnings and to not look bad, no matter how much you longed to help the man you didn't even know.
As his sounds of pain and pleas for help grew louder, you came to a halt, hands squeezing over your ears in a desperate attempt to block out his cries and eyes closing to try and come out of your surroundings.
It had to be some sick twisted dream, yet something about this felt so familiar – like it hit close to home in a way you couldn’t quite describe.
And the boy... he was someone so unknown yet dear to your heart in some way. The way your heart broke at the sound of his anguish and the way your own knees buckled at his screams.
However as present as it was, the minute your knees hit the ground, you found the sound screeching to an end and your surroundings changing – light blinding you as they snapped open.
The familiar train cabin caught you off guard – in comparison to the dust-ridden bookshelves you had come accustomed to in such little time, the cabin was more welcoming, more familiar, more safe.
You let out a breath-like laugh, trying to brush off the worry in the back of your mind over the dream you had, for that was all it was.
A dream.
Despite you still being in a slight haze from coming out of your dream state, you had taken intense notice of a cloaked boy walking past your cabin door – green underlining the black fabric, signalling his affiliation with the serpents house you had heard so much about at Beuxbatons.
He hadn't caught your eye nor had he even looked your way, but the minute you caught sight of his back profile, your breath hitched.
The same built frame with black hair that greeted you sent chills down your spine.
Scurrying to your feet quickly, you slid the cabin door open quickly, multiple pairs of eyes falling onto your frazzled state including the mystery boys.
"Who are you?" you found yourself panting out the question.
The boy looked your frame up and down, eyes scrutinizing every little detail he took in before tilting his chin up and scoffing.
"Someone who doesn't associate with the likes of you," he bit out his response before turning his back to you and continuing down the length of the carts hallway, leaving you under the numerous gazes peering out of their own cabins glass doors.
You watched his frame leave, wondering if your brain had just filled in the missing pieces of the mysterious man in your dream to fit the likes of the boy you had just come across.
Perhaps you needed more sleep before you mistakenly thought every tall dark haired boy at Hogwarts was the mysterious boy pleading for you to leave and choking out breaths.
#𖤐 — safe and sound.#hogwarts au#ateez x reader#ateez imagine#ateez fanfic#ateez fanfiction#ateez series#seonghwa x reader#seonghwa imagine#seonghwa fanfic#seonghwa fanfiction#seonghwa series
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SAFE AND SOUND ￫ MASTERLIST
￫ pairing : seonghwa x reader
￫ themes/au : hogwarts au, dark themes
￫ series warnings : angst, smut, dark themes, death, murder, violence, unhealthy family dynamics, takes place before lightning era and hogwart’s legacy (subject to change / additions)
￫ update schedule : weekly, monday
chapter one : the serpents hold (1.2k)
#𖤐 — safe and sound.#hogwarts au#ateez x reader#ateez imagine#ateez fanfic#ateez fanfiction#ateez series#seonghwa x reader#seonghwa fanfic#seonghwa imagine#seonghwa fanfiction#seonghwa series
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