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crazyoffher · 3 months

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warnings: smut drabble -> dom!jenna, sub!r

“Fucking spilling all over the sheets, mm? Drenching up a bed that doesn’t even belong to you,” the rasp that laid in Jenna’s voice, mixed with the sweetly rough thrusts that she was giving you, a hand on your head pushing your face into the pillow, you called it heaven. “The rage that’ll reek out of your ex when he finds out I made you cum, over and over, on his bed.”

The appaling idea alone left you drenched, brain rotted when Jenna fixed the strap further into your gaping cunt and left you moaning into the pillow, saliva drenching your sweating face. A moan hurled out of your mouth, gagging and mumbling incoherently as Jenna shoved two fingers into your mouth. “Keep quiet, baby. Don’t want our friends to hear, right? You know they’re just a wall away from us.”

You nodded your head, fighting hard against the moans that itched to come out the more Jenna thrusted into you, one hand on your head keeping your face down, and the other gripped against your hip, keeping your ass up and all ready just for her. The arch on your back grew; the shrewdness of the situation made you the horniest you’d ever been, and you relished in it.

A large gasp escaped your throat when Jenna’s hand closed in on your hair, pulling your head up as she bent over your frame. “Let me see you, let me see that beautiful face.” Her hand snaked over your face to grip your chin and turn your head, bruising your face the longer she held on. “Such a dirty girl, my dirty girl. You understand that?”

Her head rested against yours while she held her knees up slightly, taking advantage of the new angle to bury her entire strap into you and thrust harder. “You’re all mine. Only I can use you for what you really are,” and if possible, her grip on your chin became even harsher, “a dirty fucking cockwhore.”

She worked quick. She always did. That left you no time to react as she pulled out, flipping you over and attaching one hand to your neck and the other back into your hair. Your legs locked on her waist, just above her thighs and shaking as Jenna pushed her strap back into your throbbing hole. A high-pitched whine left your drooling mouth from the restriction of air, eyes screwing shut when the roughness and fast pace of her thrusts returned.

You made eye contact, Jenna’s favorite thing to do when you were under her—second to spitting on your face and thumbing it all around—because it allowed her to see your face, the reactions you gave off to her making you feel so good. That glint in your eyes, one that you always had, let her know that she was the only one that would ever get the pleasure of fucking you the way you loved it.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you? I can see it on that pretty face, baby.” You nodded your head, eyes rolling back at the pain Jenna inflicted by roughly pulling your head back by your hair. She burrowed the strap deeper into your cunt thrust by thrust, taking the head out momentarily to rub against your untouched clit before sending your body back into shockwaves.

“Mmm, only you can make me feel so good.” Your voice was scratchy, given Jenna’s hand placement, but it didn’t stop you from giving her what she wanted to hear. “Only me?”

“Only you.” Your hands made their way to her shoulders, nails digging into her smooth skin because you could feel yourself on the edge. “Make me cum? Can I come?”

The grin she sent your way ran shivers down your spine. “Not yet, baby. Hold on for me.” Her hand left your neck to slap against your mouth, muffling the loud moans extracted from you when she thrusted faster and impossibly harder. Holding back became harder for you, and your eyes pleaded at her for some sake of mercy. Jenna cocked her head to the side, giving you a smug smile before removing her hand and kissing your swollen lips with the same passion that sent your mind spiraling on normal days.

She granted you the words you wanted to hear, and the words that she loved for the sake of her control over you. “Cum all over my cock, baby.” She locked your lips again as you finally untensed, moaning into her mouth and digging your nails down her back as that final wave of ecstasy washed over you. Your thighs were soaked, manuevering to hold Jenna’s face in your palms as she gave you one more kiss.

“Look at the mess you made, all over me and these sheets, hon.” She pushed your weakened body up against the headboard of the bed, and you got a visual of how much of a mess you had created. “‘Cause I make you feel so good, yeah?”

“Yes, Jen.” You reached forward to lock into another kiss, shoulders tensing when her bony hands ran up your face and fisting a ball of your hair into her palm.

“Now clean it all up.”

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hey guys :p

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montheline · 11 months

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My A̳s̳t̳r̳o̳ ̳O̳b̳s̳e̳r̳v̳a̳t̳i̳o̳n̳s 7 ✨

P.s these are my observations if you happen to not agree with some that’s fine but don’t be rude, everyone got opinions just like everyone got assholes ok so chill on me lol😎

• 5th/12th House synastry feels like a “fever dream” when it’s over, it’s sort of hard to remember all the details but you definitely remember the feeling. Gives “the one that got away” vibes lol

• A lot of the times your favorite music artist will have your sun in their 10th house (legit the placement of high admiration)

• Men with earth & water placements LOVE A GOOD cashmere sweater LMFAOOOOO

• Libra placements don’t get into drama but trust and believe they know everyone’s drama lmaooooo (especially Libra Mars)

• Mars in Taurus people are the definition of “Bad bitches don't fight, WE PRESS CHARGES”. No but fr tho. I know 3 people that have those placements and I HAVE NEVER, like ever seen them mad. Like....if ya’ll know people with Taurus Mars...um pls check on em lmaoooo. It takes a loooot for these people to get angry, I also feel like they tend to hold in a lot of things but gurl let it OUT lol

- Having Chiron and/or Saturn in your 11th house 🤝 feeling alone all the time 🤌🏾😀

• People with Capricorn/Saturn in the 5th house in their natal charts can feel like they didn't really have a childhood or feel like it was cut short (prolly had to grow up faster than others)

• mars aspecting your ascendant could mean you turn red easily (when your really cold, angry, wash your face, etc)

side note: I also feel like having mars aspecting your ascendant/being a Aries rising, can give a person a lot of moles/beauty marks

(I have mars squaring my ascendant and I do have a lot of scars on my legs from when I was a kid but I also have a lot of beauty marks soooo… idk I guess it evens that out lol)

• Scorpio placements aren’t mysterious they’re just very secretive and private, which I guess gives off this *mystery* vibe lol. I’ve been around people with Scorpio placements for a long time and they aren’t mysterious their just very private that’s all

• Pisces Mars are the types to apologize and cry right after going OFF on yo ass lol

• mars aspecting the ascendant culture is people saying how amazing your body looks and asking if you work out but saying “no…I was just born this way ” lmaooo

• Aries and Aquarius placements tend to have more frizzier hair than others💆🏾‍♀️

• Capricorn placements really have the best poker faces lmaoo, a lot of times they make this face 😐a lot when their around someone they don’t like

• Having Aries/Virgo/Pieces placements can indicate having doe eyes 👀

#montheline #astro observations #astro romance #astro tumblr #astrology #Spotify #astro community #synastry #random astro #astro #astrology notes

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xmortuarykittyx · 6 months

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Ever Locked

Part 4: Good Night, Bunny

Part 3: With Your Ghost

pairing: Older!Leon Kennedy × Ex!Coroner's Assistant Reader

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, talks of enjoying inflicting emotional and physical pain on another, just Leon’s pov on things right now.

Fucking rain. Every single day, nothing like the thick air, the feeling of Raccoon City before its inevitable bombing. Boots clap against the rain puddles, slick as the show slides on the step, nearly knocking me off balance and into the small bushes by the hotel door way. "Shit-", the word spat as my hand clutches at the automatic door, stilling it. "Fucking rain, can't wait to get back to my place.", all the more reason to get into her mind, to open Pandora's Box into the mind of the woman of the hour.

My phone dings as I adjust the whiskey bottles in the bag, shifting from my right to left hand, reaching for the Motorola Razr, the fucking brick costing much more than i wanted to pay. Chris Redfield sent a message. A grumble left my lips as i entered the doors, heading to the shiny elevator. Tapping his stupid little contact photo opened the message; "so, when were you gonna tell everyone you were over 3000 miles away? You know we listed you as MIA and had a chopper checking around your house, right? Never understood why you needed to live in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, had us worried you went off the deep end or something." I could nearly hear Rebecca hitting him in the shoulder for the last part.

My choices in house placement was quite simple; remote enough to not have any issues with neighbors- like a certain old hag who should've minded her own business- then, were close enough to a small town with a grocery store and a post office. It's perfect. Small, far away from everyone else and it can be a small safe space for the family i'm going to build. I have lived my life giving and giving and giving, giving up my life to the government, letting all my wants go to work on missions, letting vacations slip past me just so i can work my ass off one more time and get denied the next vacation. I never have a moment to myself until i'm MIA.

I'll be selfish, this time around, i'll be selfish. I want one thing to myself, my home to myself. I want her, bunny, to myself. The future is so uncertain, but in certainty, i know i will have her and she will be away from everything and everyone. She'll be something just for me, for my pleasure. It's selfish, god, it's wrong to be so self centered to throw off someone's life so horribly, but i can't find it in myself to regret the choice i've made to come and find her.

The elevator dings, bringing my attention to the wobbly reflection. My hair is dark with grease, my skin dry and flakey in parts, my hand comes up just as the doors open. Fingers rubbing at the rough scruff that coats my jaw. I looked like shit, honestly, i would've cried had i seen myself too. As the door threaten to close once more, i step out. The hallway is lit with a warm lamp, it was short and the rain taps against the windows with a rhythmic patter. I wonder what she's doing, is she worrying? Is she scared that i'm back, or is that perfect new boyfriend currently too busy keeping her wrapped around him? The latter causes my brows to drop.

The keycard taps the lock, hearing a beep and a green light before my, still wobby, legs threaten to let me fall. The handle is clicked quickly, falling under the weight of my hand. The room is... clean, at the most, plain. Very minimalistic. The bed is neat, the coffee cups wrapped, definitely won't be touching those, unless they have the creamer i like. Coffee left a bad taste, trying to down that god awful black coffee to impress the older officers still made me want to throw up. The bitterness, i wasn't someone into the bitter things, despite how bland my life had become. Time didn't stop for me to indulge in anything sweet or extra. That's why i won't answer that message, once i acknowledge it all, then come questions, why's, when's, where's. I don't have the time, I needed to set my plan in place. I needed to know that things were gonna work out this time, this opportunity.

The desk is clear of anything, which is good, my bags lay underneath from my earlier visit before the White Wolf. Duffel bags of clothes, files and photos. It was time... but a drink first wouldn't hurt. A soft sigh leaves my lips as i lay the whiskey bottles down, hearing them clink together. Jack Daniel's, wasn't the top shelf shit- but it was cheap and whiskey tastes like whiskey once you've downed enough- they all taste the same.

The bag rustles as i fish out the first bottle, nearly half empty from the gas station down the road. My boots slide off with ease as i step towards the coffee maker, pulling one of the little paper cups from the stack. "As good as any.", my shoulders weigh with a shrug before the cap is off and the cup is half full of warm whiskey. The amber liquor burns, the flavor vanilla-ish. Something i should've looked at before throwing the cash on the counter. Alcohol is alcohol, at the end of the day.

My back hits the bedding, cup laid aside on the side table. The thoughts of the past few years flooding my mind, the latest tragedy being my team being ratted out and only myself coming out as a survivor. It never seems to fail, anyone close to me... their life is cut short by some tragedy or they're in danger at my hands. It was a cycle, one i wouldn't let touch the innocence of my bunny. The pillow engulfs my cheek as i lay my head upon it, the inside rough but manageable as i reach out for the cup, my fingers pushing it further away before catching the rim and pulling it closer.

My head aches with the next round of thunder, the lightening cracking over the dim room. Engulfing everything in a light for a few seconds, the painting across from the bed getting my attention. It looked... angry, and yet it was just swipes of black and red paint over a white background. What? You gonna say it's some internal struggle i'm having or something. is it like those tests the therapist hands you to get a read on you? The liquid in the cup splashes as i swirl it, my mind bouncing from left to right. It feels surreal, im sure it does for her, too. The moment i've been anticipating since i saw the name under a few address, the moment she's been dreading since that faithful day. It's crazy how much fate can dictate.

The Chinese have a legend, about a red string of fate tied between two lovers. It's a beautiful story-pictures of fingers intertwined with the others, red string wrapped delicately around pinkies and swirling around the hands that finally met their match. It's beautiful until the string is tied around your throat by the one tethered to the other side, that string of fate is telling. What was meant to show you endless care and tenderness now tightly stealing away the very air that kept you alive, that tore at the delicate flesh, its motives unknown and terrifying.

Another rumble of thunder and that thought too is ripped from my consciousness. I see the fault in my plans, don't get me wrong. I'm not insane. I simply don't care, i want this and for once in my miserable life, im going to get something i want. She's just the poor soul who has to be the one i set my sights on. She loved me once too, you know? She said it- herself- she loved me. She let me see her vulnerable and bare. I want to see it again, that bitch at the bar declined giving me Bunny's new number. What a stuck up bitch. A laugh ripped past my lips, the liquor splashing out of the cup lip and landing on my cheek as i wipe it away quickly. Hand once more in my scruffy, growing in beard. I wonder if i should keep it, at least while i'm here? Nah. I never could grow a nice full beard, mine always patchy and uneven. It is what it is, but i'm not shaving it right now. My eyes are stinging, head falling back on the pillow as the cup slides back onto the night stand.

The clothes call to me from their bag, begging for me to change into the soft grey sweatpants that have been my favorite for years now. I feel a twitch in my leg, a pushing force that is quickly pushed away. That can wait for tomorrow, as can planning. The bed is too magnetic to my body. The sheets already bunched under my weight, fingers digging around to grip the sheet and pull it up, promptly causing my muscles to ache, realizing i have, indeed, made no progress, my legs stand for a millisecond, before i'm back into the bed, quicker than the bag can see. Nothing outweighed the amount of exhaustion that built up in my brain.

The aircon kicks on, the room settling at a nice sixteen nine degrees. Cold and enough the blanket keeps me warm. The buzz of the alcohol and the warm and cool feeling just about as perfect as it can get. Something feels as if it's missing, like there's something that should be here and isn't, but i think i know what it is. I think it's always been missing and the sleepless nights had me begging any god that i'd have that back. Sleep doesn't come easily for me anymore, but knowing her presence isn't as far as i anticipated, has me feeling slightly more relaxed. Maybe enough to settle into bed all night, or enough to keep staying asleep the entirety. Either way, as long as i sleep. I can't keep pushing missions with no rest, last mission i was nearly left back there. Sleep is a necessity that hasn't been fulfilled since her disappearance. I know it wasn't her choice or fault either too.

That's why I'd wanted to speak with her at her work, to see if all these years anything had changed. I know it probably has, but does she still bring that peace and calmness to me, can she still cause me to snap instantly with her little smart ass behavior? I have to know. Either way, she's mine. She's always been mine.

The sheets cocoon me, cradling my body as I slept in my daily clothes. It didn't matter, i'd slept in abandoned ships, cots that were as hard as a plank of wood, in 3 day old clothes, bed for other men who hadn't showered in weeks. This bed, felt amazing, compared. The curtains letting the lightening crack over my face but the stinging stalled as the darkness encroached my eyes. The fluttering causing a tear slipped pasty cheek. warm as i nearly got to that state of peace. Work can be done tomorrow, plans, actions and strong up my temporary home, it'll all work out. Good night, Bunny...

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hanasnx · 20 days

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Imagine coming back and seeing Jason sitting upright with your makeup bag in his lap, rummaging through all the products, whispering the names under his breath, and figuring out what each of the products is. You smile, sitting directly in front of Jason, blocking his view from the mirror.

“Can I put lip gloss on you?”

“I don’t know…” Jason's voice trails off as he moves back, trying to escape. You scoot forward, your knees now touching his. You grab Jason's sleeve, tugging at it, “Please, Jay. You can wash it off right after.”

You smile at him sweetly, and as much as Jason doesn’t want to, how could he say no to that pretty face?

Jason rolls his eyes, “Fine.”

Squealing excitedly, you grab the makeup bag, rummaging through it to find the perfect gloss. Unscrewing the lid, you lean in so close that Jason could count each individual lash that gently grazes the apples of your cheeks when you blink.

Brushing away the hair on Jason's forehead, you brush the sticky gloss against his lips, blending it gently with your finger. You reach into your bag again, this time, grabbing a pinky blush and a big, fluffy brush. Jason didn’t know you needed a brush for lip gloss.

But his mind completely shuts down when you literally climb into his lap, straddling him, letting your legs wrap behind him to get even closer.

You hold the blush, gently swiping into the product, tapping the excess off the lid. Jason can barely breathe as you swipe it over his cheeks. Your breaths mingle together from your proximity. He would have objected because he didn’t remember agreeing to blush, but he couldn’t really think when your legs squeezed around his waist like that, and the only thing he could focus on is not getting hard in front of his friend.

His own hands find the small of your back, resting just above your ass, but being so focused on doing his makeup, you don’t even realize the placement.

Leaning back, you take a good look at your work, adding the finishing touches.

“You look so cute!” you coo at Jason, squishing his face in your hands, and he groans, pushing your hands away as you laugh into his shoulder.

“Let me see!”

You stay in Jason's lap, twisting your body around to see his reaction in the mirror. You feel the air leave your lungs when you see the way he held your ass, the way your legs wrap around his torso and the way he looks in the dim, gold light of your lamp.

“I look so fucking stupid.”

“No, you look cute,” you smile, and Jason feels his heart stutter at the compliment.

“I want this off my face.” this supposed to be short i got carried away oopsies im really sleepy

very cute anon :) i liked the positioning and that they’re bffs

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon #ch: jason

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mysticmunson · 2 years

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bf!eddie is a highkey horndog and lowkey perv

he’s super into experimentation, maybe you’re his first real girlfriend, and while you’ve both had one night stands, this is some long term shit. after spending many a nights alone with lotion and playboys/hustlers, his mind is buzzing with ideas.

you’re just relaxing after work one day and he comes up to you all bright eyed, “did you have a good dayyy?” he sings, and while he looks cute, he’s up to something.

“uh good, how was yours?” you question as he sits next to you on his bed. he’s in a cropped band shirt and some gym shorts from school, showing his long legs and a few tattoos.

“can i borrow you for like 20 seconds?” he pops the question, not leading to any explanation, but you agree.

next thing you know he’s manhandling you into a cradle sex position, back to his chest and yanking your legs apart.

“eddie, what the-“ you’re cut off by him giving an enthusiastic fake thrust, brushing his crotch against your ass.

“oh yeah, this could work.” he grins, releasing your legs to send you falling over, putting your hands and feet flat on the ground.

most would probably apologize for accidentally sending you forward, but eddie just realized what perfect access he has. your hands firm on the ground, he lifts your legs to straddle his lap. your ass is all he can see, but you’re rubbing against his crotch subconsciously.

helping you back up, you take a breath of relief until he’s pulling you back to the bed. he’s flat on his back, and you know you’re in trouble when you can see the blush on his face as he gets this ready.

he bends his knees to his chest, yanking you to sit on his thighs, perfect access for you to sink onto him. he looks at you expectantly, leaning on his elbows as you glance around at the dimensions.

“this is the one you really want to try, isn’t it?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow as he nods slowly, a big smile on his face. you can feel him getting hard, the thin material of his shorts doing little to conceal it.

“alright, let’s go.” you sigh, not being able to stop the giggle as he cheers, fists shooting up in the air that causes him to flop against the bed.

what ensues is about an hour of trying to figure out the logistics of this position, lots of giggles and falling.

as much as you both love sensual, sexy time. sometimes it’s just as fun to be joking around the whole time, giggling and getting caught off guard when you clench him just right.

“you’re gonna make me come if you keep laughing, babe.” he’d try warning as he too laughed, finding the placement of you bouncing on top of his bent thighs amusing and fucking hot.

when you finally stop, you slip off and fall back, but his legs fly down, right on top of you. he probably accidentally hits you in the face with his foot.

“ew eddie!” you squeal, sitting up as his legs still trapped you in a cage.

“what can i say, you make my knees weak” he cockily smirks, shrugging, earning him a smack on the gut from you.

so yeah eddie definitely has a stash of porn magazines, but instead of hiding them, he circles things he wants to try and either moves your body himself to test it or just shows you them.

but if you’re being honest, feeling his hands grip you and throw you around fully clothed is very erotic

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latenightbreezeinheaven · 2 years

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Lunar return chart predictions for next month (on my own chart) 🌝🌑

• I just took a look at my lunar return chart for September and it is really interesting. My September lunar return chart is starting from 28th or 29th August. So, let's get started! 💕

I don't know what to expect exactly but I have -

☆ LR venus conjunct LR ascendant in leo - maybe a glow-up? or getting some attention because of my beauty?? or a change in my appearance and it's becoming more shiny and leo-ish? pffftt I don't want to get my hopes high lmao and I still don't know how this will hit me yet but I will keep an update in next month haha

☆ LR sun in LR 1st house in virgo - getting recognition because of my hard work? or maybe another impact on my appearance?? I don't know about this one but I'm sensing something is coming because there are some reasons for it but I'm not sure about that so let's just keep it short here. :3

TW : consuming very few calories

☆ LR moon in LR 2nd house - I can already feel this placement right now. My appetite has increased a lot like A LOT since about two days ago and I've been binge eating (for me binging means consuming 800 calories a day because my usual daily intake is like 300-500 calories) and calling them cheat days. Also I'm feeling like I gained some fat on my face even though my weight is decreasing. Maybe it's this effect?? Ohhh and since about two days ago, I've been obsessing over luxurious things and fancy restaurants like I even want to have a sugar daddy right now and I really want to be spoiled like a brat too. 💀

☆ LR pluto in LR 6th house - I'm a bit afraid when moon is also in my 2nd house together with pluto in 6th house because this can lead to weight gain (in my experience) and pluto in 6th house is just too extreme for me. It often indicates sudden, surprising and enormous changes in my diet and my body weight whether it's good or bad so combined with moon in 2nd house, my legs are shaking right now. 😭 But it can also mean that I will have tons of changes in my daily routines and that's also possible because my academic issues are coming up starting from next month and it can force me to fix my daily schedules and push me to be more productive.

☆ LR saturn in LR 7th house conjunct descendant - this may often indicate meeting a partner (platonic or business or romantic) which can become long term and reliable for you in the future. But for me, I already have a boyfriend so maybe wanting to step onto another level of commitment with him or maybe wanting to settle up with him for the long run? Maybe I will meet someone who will teach me some lessons related to relationships. It can also indicate having problems and delays and restrictions in my relationships but I don't wanna manifest that unconsciously lol 😂

☆ LR vertex conjunct LR north node conjunct LR uranus in LR 9th house - maybe having some fated sudden changes in my education which may lead to my future career path or which may push me to find my purpose in life? Umm this is just a guess but it can be because as I said, I have my academic issues rising up from next month.

☆ LR uranus conjunct LR MC - sudden changes in my job? or maybe meeting someone suddenly who will be related to my future job? or this can also indicate wanting to change jobs or having some unpredictable thoughts about jobs and colleagues. But I don't have a job so maybe the way the public view me will change in a sudden or the way I view them will change?

☆ LR mars in LR 10th house - maybe I will become a hot, hardworking, fiery girlboss. (jk not really💀) This may also be that I will become more productive and passionate to work my lazy ass off. 😩

☆ LR leo rising - so, leo rising is really joyful and positive for me because in June, I had my LR rising in leo and I gained lots and lots of recognition and appreciation from people in my society. I also had my birthday in that month so everyone was focusing on me and that was just amazing! (no, I don't have leo placements in my natal chart except for my lilith in leo) But overall, I attracted lots of attention from the public back then.

• So, this is the end and remember this is just my personal opinion so please don't take this so serious. However, astrology is almost always crazily accurate for me and that's why I just took a note of some relatable predictions. Having one placement can also lead to countless possibilities so please don't freak out even if you have like a stellium in 8th house with Pluto or something like that. Thank you for reading to the end! Have a nice day and stay healthy!! 🍵

Welcoming and refreshing my next month with this GIF 😂 :

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ohwiseswami · 3 months

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WARNING: LONG POST.

NCT Wish is the most compelling boy group to debut in awhile and that's no shade to any of these other boy groups. They just have a perfect combination of talent, potential, good production/vision for what they're going to be, charisma, hyung line visuals, and it-factor.

Like when Sion performs he serves in a way that reminds me of Yeonjun. Man dances his ass off and adds his own sense of musicality to every move. His lines are always so precise and his body shape adds to the look of the moves (long ass legs).

When Riku exists, his face card and charisma is unmatched. And he performs like old-school YG idols. Plus, he has that confident idgaf but am grateful for my opportunity vibe (lmao) that is so hard to cultivate in kpop idols. I straight up cannot name a single idol, ever, let alone one that has debuted under SM, that has that type of it factor.

Vocal Line. Their vocal line is solid for 4th/5th gen standards and I can definitely see them improving to the NCT standard. But what they already have with a 19-year-old leading the pack is wild already and covers different tonal ranges (Yushi and Daeyoung for the higher register light and round vocal, respectively; and Ryo and Sion for the lower register light and round vocal, respectively).

Rap Line. Flow-wise rap line is already one of the strongest in SM. Listen, we all know that's not SM's strong suit so it's not a high bar to clear lmao. But even within NCT--with SM's strongest rappers--you can see Wish's rapline's placement. I think Riku and Sakuya are really only second to Mark and Taeyong and we shouldn't even argue this point. Also, Wish's rap line has rule of cool w/Riku fronting which adds a lot. Cherry on top is that, like other SM rap lines, Riku and Sakuya also have pleasant vocals (especially Riku) to go along with their nice rap style.

Dance Line. Dance line is led by one of the most musical and natural dancers I've seen in awhile (Sion). Then there's a lot of young talent in Ryo and a cool/confident-efficient style in Riku. Some might consider Yushi to be one of the best dancers in Wish but--and I say this respectfully--no. (S/n: Respectfully, their dance ranking is like this: Sion, Ryo, Riku, Yushi, [a brick wall] Sakuya, Daeyoung. I think Sakuya's big problem is his taller height making him look a little awkward at times--but that can be overcome with age and practice). A Sion-Ryo-Riku dance line has potential to be one of the better dance lines in their generation (though Ryo will need to grow more since sometimes I notice his small stature physically limits him, and Riku will have to execute every move with the same power and fluidity as he does in killing parts).

Overall Performance Skills. Their overall performance style is energetic and visually interesting, if a bit stiff/awkward sometimes (probably due to nervousness). But one thing I can really appreciate is their stable live vocals while dancing. No one else can do that in the past couple of generations' boy groups and I commend them for that. And they've gotten some really unique choreographies so far that would look stupid if performed by anyone else, yet look nice on them (kind of like some of SHINee's choreos). Lastly on this point, their sound is very appropriate and matches their voices.

Variety/Personalities/Image. As for their variety skills, we haven't seen much from them and SM is obviously pushing certain images on them. Like it's clear what they're going for:

parent-type leader Sion

hot guy/possessor of a single brain cell that sometimes works Riku

complete idol/perfect role model-type Yushi

pure vocal/older brother-type Daeyoung (or Jaehee, whatever they're wanting him to go by)

super baby genius/atheletically gifted Ryo

chaotic maknae Sakuya

Despite the personalities SM is assigning them, their real personalities seem to shine through (which heavily contrasts their assigned roles in the group). This is a good thing. And as they get more experienced, I expect that what seems to be their real personalities will come out more in variety, social media, and interviews (a la TXT). This will do wonders for them because everybody knows that SM's assigned personalities are always boring and patronizing lmao.

The Issue All The Dumb People Have With Them. Now, the elephants in the room: the two 16 year olds and predominantly recent trainees under the NCT brand. Honestly, this doesn't bother me as much as it does other people. I know people want a mature/suave concept but like...that doesn't mean the kids aren't talented? I admit I'd like to see Sion and Riku do something a little more akin to 127 style but what they have so far is actually pretty good and very on brand with 127. Despite the fact that they skew younger, they don't sound too kidz-boppy like when Dream first debuted.

And when it comes to watching their content/you hoes wanting something to thirst after, you can just choose to only pay attention to hyung line lmao. Like the group as a whole is super talented and ready to debut to the world. HOWEVER, to me, clearly Sion-Riku-Yushi catch your attention very easily, with Sion and Riku feeling like damn near generations apart from Sakuya. I've watched some of their variety and Sion and Riku give similar vibes with Sakuya as Taeyong & Doyoung do with Mark & Haechan. And when it's just Sion and Riku, you feel a completely different vibe than when they're with the other members. I like that, so I tend to gravitate toward Sion-Riku (and sometimes Yushi) content.

I find the line of thought that you have to bias every single member weird because it puts people in fucked up positions. You don't have to force yourself to be interested in every member. Of course there's even downsides to that (like people thinking you only like, say, Sion, for his visuals/so you can thirst), but it's not nearly as dire as the other scenario. If you naturally like Sion more, even if it's for a superficial reason, you shouldn't feel bad about being perceived as an akgae. You don't have to want to get to know all the members. Plus, if someone is policing the way you consume your entertainment they're a loser lmao.

Also, that being said, if you're over 18, it's not that you can't find Sakuya/Ryo entertaining. You can obviously think they're talented, funny, etc.

Also want to say that all the people mad at this group for existing because of their ages are moving real weird because half of y'all stan enhypen and also stanned older groups when they had underage maknaes (despite you yourselves being adults at the time). It comes off as hateration.

Then there's the folks mad at them for not being RIIZE lmao. Those people are just weirdos that honestly don't even deserve to be addressed. Like who cares that SungTaro aren't in NCT? They got to debut, didn't they? They're successful, aren't they? And they will probably continue to interact with 127, Way-V, and Dream more than even Wish will lol. You can still ship RIIZE with NCT folks (since that's really what this is about...), calm down.

Anyway, I'm looking forward to Wish and hope SM will give them bangers.

#nct wish #sion #riku #yushi #daeyoung jaehee ryo sakuya

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zhuhongs · 2 years

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Hello everyone. omnibus update. oh my god am i tired but i legit dont even have a bed bc my cousin is.. not v helpful at all. soooo where do i start. lol.

Okay i got outta quarantine at 11 and took a taxi to my dorm. BUTTT my dorm building is located on a street that has a very busy street market. so i was dropped off a little bit further down and the driver told me it was down there and i thought i knew where it was do i confidently walked down a busy busy street with two monster luggages and got lost and almost hit with a scooter until a VERY NICE uncle helped me find the place. Then i checked in. which was ... interesting bc i came at the same time as a dude from shanghai. and the dorm leader was very... laid back and took her sweet time to check ne in. thus was fine but i was like... nervous lol. anyways, afterwards i talked to her and told her yk. why im here, that i speak chinese a bit. she was v nice and friendly. she told me all my roommates are out but theyre all japanese. which is funny bc like... i practice chinese SO MUCH to be like.. here are ur roommates. speak in jpn which. i can do. but LOL. so i go in, i fought with the door. so fucking much. omg that door beat my ASS. LIKE NO OTHER. no one was there. i barely got my things set up and wrote a note and left on the door bc i had orientation right after. and i thought like. oh okay just go pay my fees. get my schedule and leave. NOPE. i go in, I'm immediately doing a verbal interview to gauge my language abilities even tho i already took a placement test. and theyre like. cool, the class for ur level is going on. Right Now so uh. go to class. girl i was do hungry. so i go, sit in class for 3 hrs (not bad im just tired). My teacher is soooooo nice and very animated. i really like her. class is... a little higher than my level tbh. there was a lot i didnt know and it moves v fast... i feel so winded. But ik I'll be able to do it just fine. Oh yea i took the bus by myself and hhhh oh my god. the bus alone was so much. i sit down. wait for my bus. i thought i had the wrong one bc i saw a bus with my number on the opposite side and swore i was gonna miss the bus but i didnt. also i tried to give this old lady my seat and she scolded me by saying that she stands so much to keep herself healthy and then told me that i need to close my legs and sit up straight bc I'll look prettier. lmaooooo. and she told me not to be on my phone like the girl beside me. then the girl beside me asked me if i was a student and we had a conversation. she was very nice. helped me a lot she was japanese so it helped that i speak japanese a bit. there are. so many japanese students here. the guy i sit next to in class is japanese. i asked him his name but from his accent i knew he was japanese so i said "もしかして日本人ですか?" and he was like "はい! あなたも?!??" and i was like... nooo ofc not. and i explained i just studied it as a teenager bc i was a weeb. we talked abt anime. he likes bp which yk... unfortunate now but i doubt this random guy knows that whole deal. but yea, had many good pleasant conversations. tho nothing like deep connection but i didn't really expect that anyways. But yea, after i got out i was supposed to meet my cousins old roommate to get her mattress and fucking.. oh my god. nothing went right so my cousin was like... uh can u stay on campus till i get outta work and im like. uhhh thatd be 3 hrs and i rlly just wanna go back and lie down. and she didnt respond so i came back, met my roommates. which was... nice but kinda strange. there was a point they were kinda just all surrounding me and i was in a corner (like actually physically) trying to speak in half chinese half japanese. which was hard bc im just very disoriented. its been a long day and its only 7pm. but my cousin just got back to me abt the mattress. I'm meeting someone else at the dorms hopefully soon to get a mattress and then i can Finally SLEEP.... today gas been so much but in a very good way!!

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 3 years

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#255

This is a direct follow up to #35.

“Glad to see you make it up here ok. I’m Robert, and you are?... Eddie. Good to meet you. Did you enjoy the drive? It really is nice. That’s part of the reason why I live up here. We don’t get many clients that come up here. Most order on line, but you are the first of the season. I reviewed your e-mail again and I think I have a selection of rimchairs for you. It would help me to narrow down your selections more if you answer some additional questions….

“Here, let’s go into the workshop. So, is this going to be a chair for you? Good. Are you the ass or the ass eater? Will you ever go underneath it?... No? Ok. Don’t worry, the only time I go under mine is to work on it.... Women, men, or both?... Women. Is this part of a S&M or kink situation?... That’s fine. It’s very rare for me to find someone willing to spend all this money for the sensual aspects of eating ass. Did you bring a slave woman with you? That’s fine. Most straight men don’t….

“No, I prefer fags under mine; is that going to be an issue here? I only ask because, I want to find the best rim chair for you, and I have a wealth of expertise I rely on. I don’t want to share my experiences with you and have it be awkward.

“Good! Good! Unless we need him, the faggot is up at the main house. That reminds me, will you be using the rim chair for full toilet activities? No… you would be surprised with just how many people are. Hell, every single dominatrix I have made a rim chair for is into it. And some of those women are fucking brutal to their slaves.

“So here let’s start with these three. The left two are designed primarily for rear entry and this third one is for the front. Me personally, I prefer my slave lying behind me when he’s attending to my shithole. His tongue seems to go in deeper and at a better angle. And I don’t have to spread my legs when he’s there. That’s one of the big difference between men and women is that women are narrower than men. It gets uncomfortable at times. For me it’s just easier with it behind me. Do you have a preference?... That’s fine. They will be designed for front and rear entries, but structurally it will be designed one way.

“It’s really all about comfort. Comfort was actually that reason that got me into making rimchairs. What I saw out there was horrible. They were rimseats. To me rimseats are different than what I make. Rimseats are essentially toilet seats on legs. The faggot lies underneath, and I would squat down. I’m a big guy and I can’t sit that low for a long time, before my legs start to cramp up, about fifteen to twenty minutes at most. The problem with making the legs longer is that the faggot underneath is then straining to keep his head buried in the crack of my ass. Either it is straining to keep its tongue buried deep, or its head can move all around. Either way, the faggot tires quickly and it’s a piss poor rimjob.

“That’s why I started with the idea of transforming regular chair designs into rimchairs. I have throne-like chairs, deck chairs, reclining chairs, dining chairs, and so on. Every one has support for the toilet lying underneath, so that multiple hour-long sessions are not a problem. I can customize it to a specific head size, as well as how far in you want the slave’s face when you sit down. Or, some of the chairs allow for adjustability. I personally like feeling my faggot’s face getting wedged in there, and then to have its mouth lined up to connect with my shithole. That is priceless. No other feeling of power compares with it. If you are into slaves that are reluctant, I can make the head spaces very restrictive. I can even create a box, measured exactly to your slave’s head where they can’t move an inch. My slave tells me that it gets very claustrophobic under it. I even designed is so that the slave places its head in the box and the hinged platform lowers with a piece going below the slave’s chin preventing the slave from pulling out from underneath until you get up off the chair and let it out.

“I see you like the casual desk chair. I have one just like it at my work desk. My faggot is under that one for hours. I can be doing work, surfing the internet, or jacking off to porn. I’m not even paying attention to the tongue fucking I’m getting. It’s just adding to the general euphoria of what I’m doing.

“You have a wife, girlfriend, bitch slave, or whatever?... Oh you have an out of state friend with benefits that likes to eat ass? From what I have learned through the years, it’s hard to find a woman into it. That’s fucking awesome.

“If you really love your butthole tongued for a long time, maybe you should get a fag, until you find the right bitch. Seriously. I had one client purchase a similar seat to that one, that he had installed in his playroom. It was up against a wall. He enclosed the sides of the chair. There was a hole in the wall that the ass eater would crawl through. It was an 18 year-old faggot from down the street, and that fag tongue fucked like no other I have ever tried out, and yeah I tried it out. The most interesting thing is that they had a set time each week when they did this. The kid came in through a dedicated entrance, and the client sat down, neither of them said a word to the other. Truly amazing.

“Go on, have a seat. I’ll have it customed to your ass and thighs so that when you are sitting, your cheeks are comfortably spread. You know, those Carhartt pants are restricting your ass and legs. You’re not getting the proper placement of your ass.

“Why don’t you take them off? Other than me and shithead up in the house, no one is going to see you. I get maybe, maybe one customer a week. When we go into the design room to take measurements, I will need you to have them off. Leaving your underwear on is better than this. Briefs, no briefs. We don’t care…. Commando? We don’t care about that either.

“Look, if you think this is my way of seducing you, let me say that I like faggot boys, not real men like yourself. I get turned on when I know a man—a real hard working man—is getting his dick, ass, and everything else taken care of at the expense of faggots. I’m not talking about gay boys. I mean faggots, boys who exist to serve a real man, to take care of that man’s needs including draining his balls, eating his ass, and so on. To a faggot, draining your cock and eating your shithole is the reason for its existence, even at the expense of its own needs. So no, I wouldn’t dream of sticking my cock in you. You can count on that.

“Don’t worry about my faggot; its tiny pecker is permanently locked away. It has been that way ever since he got here last fall. You remember that first snowstorm we had? Well right before the snowfall hit its car ran out of gas, and it got stuck. At least that was its story. I made it an offer, find someone else to help in the snowstorm, or submit to me. I’ve kept it naked, with its pecker painfully locked up in that device ever since. I’ve trained it to service my shithole for hours on end. It hasn’t cum in the five months it’s been serving me.

“Let me text it to come down here…. No, it’s no problem. Go ahead and get comfortable. Take the pants off, leave them on the table. It’s best to put your work boots back on.

“That’s a beautiful cock you have. I bet the women love it. Stop the modesty thing. You are a fucking hot man, you should relish in the adoration. Have a seat. Doesn’t that feel good on your ass? You can feel the spread, but it doesn’t feel like you are falling in? Now imagine a moist tongue darting in and out of your crack.

“And speaking of a moist tongue, here’s the fag…. Faggot! This is Sir Eddie. Get under the seat and get to work….

“No more protesting. I don’t care how dirty it is. I saw your skid marks in your pants, the fag will clean you up. He lives for shit like this. Its tongue feels good in there, doesn’t it? Don’t answer, I can see it on your face. Just relax.

“I will be over there in the design shop if you need me. Try out any of the other chairs. The faggot will do whatever you want or need to feel good. You can stay as long as you like. Even over night or throughout the rest of the weekend. The fag will take care of everything for you. It’ll eat your farts, drink your piss, throat your shaft, take a beating, or whatever. Just tell it what you want, and it will comply. By the end you will understand why a faggot is better than a bitch. Make me a good enough offer, and I may throw the faggot in.”

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introloves · 3 years

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dom meian shugo>>>

*inhales real deep before furiously typing*

— dom! meian + leg humping + orgasm denial + rough face grabbing + hair pulling + man handling + dacryphilia + mean! meian + meian calls reader ‘bunny’ + bratty! reader + reader regrets being bratty + f! reader

— word count; 1.6k

you don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there- he told you to wait for him, he was tired- tired from practice and the stress that came with rounding up bouncy men all day.

maybe you knew what would happen, usually his punishments were enough to leave you on the brink of unconsciousness due to the sheer want. but now, as you crawled over to him, watching him splayed out on the couch, head tilted back, dark eyebrows furrowed- there was no way you’d control yourself and not touch him.

he didn’t notice the soft shuffling of you making your way over, fitting /so/ easy inbetween the space of his long, thick legs. he was so big, dwarfed your body completely, it made you salivate while you looked up at his relaxed face.

a shaky hand came up to rest against his thigh, and he jumped slightly. didn’t react in any other way, simply relaxing once more. your eyebrows furrowed, wanting him to at least look at you, wanting him to ask you what you were doing.

but he didn’t move.

with a huff, you continued your journey to the bump of his flaccid cock.

it wounded your pride a little when he didn’t react to your fingers curling over his dick, the give of his athletic shorts helped you tug on him.

“m-meian.” you called out softly, and all he responded with was a quirk of his brow, eyes still closed. there wasn’t even a reaction from his dick, no jump or pulse against your ministrations- a whiny cry of desperation left your lips, and you tugged your hand away-

tried to anyways. his hand immediately shot down to wrap completely around your wrist (and then some), the grumble of his voice started deep in his chest.

“nuh uh bunny- told you i was tired, gotta work extra hard for me tonight.”

it soothed the sting of it just a little, but you still whined, still tried to pull away, pouty with the feeling of not being payed enough attention.

it was the worst thing you could have done. his eyes shooting open and dark eyes flitting down to look at you. the shuffling of his body startled you, it was nearly frightening how he straightened himself up, towering over you.

“no? are you saying no?” he tugged once- the brute and his stupid strength tumbled you close to him, knocking you forward and on all fours. with wide eyes you shook your head, unable to form any words, all moisture booking it from your mouth to down and between your legs.

his other hand grabbed your face, tilting it left and right- inspecting his pretty baby, wondering exactly what had gotten into you.

“you know the rules against not using your words bunny, tell me what happens when you don’t use your words.”

with shaky words you recalled what exactly happens.

“d-don’t get your cock.” you shivered, words messy with the way he still held onto your face, fingers digging into the fat of your cheeks.

it hurt to say it, you weren’t usually a brat- nearly never was, you loved him too much.

seeing your lower lip tremble, eyes watering /already/- it softened his hold and gaze, sighing before he released you.

“yeah- ‘ts what bad girls get... but you’re not a bad girl, are you bunny?”

“no! not a bad girl...”

your eager response made him smile, canines on display as his handsome face morphed into a wolffish grin.

he sat back once more, obviously pleased. there was nothing better than seeing you correct yourself, proving how good he was at putting you in your place when you acted up, the remnants of those punishment still sent a shock of fear down your body. he could see you tremble.

ah- maybe he would let you cum ‘round his cock. couldnt help but feel soft at watching your pretty eyes get wet with tears.

“that’s right.” he groaned, rolling his shoulders back- arms coming up to rest against the back of the couch, hips jutting forward. just by the movement you could see his dick jump- it made you whimper involuntarily.

he’d made you so cock hungry for him, you’d resorted to acting like an animal for just a taste.

“since you’re not a bad girl, but a very dumb and naughty one-“ meian sighed, watching you and your desperation, he stretched out his leg, eyes moving over to stare down at it, “i’ll let you fuck my leg.”

just this was enough to make you cry out in appreciation, eagerly nodding and already sitting up to plant yourself on his thigh-

“uh uh bunny, i said my leg.” he stops you, the outstretched placement of his leg now makes sense.

it was embarrassing, humiliating- the thought of rubbing yourself over him like this like an animal... but you’d take anything you’d get, wanting to make him proud and happy.

it didn’t take long for you to settle over his leg, splitting your cunt against the mass of bone and muscle, each pathetic rub and drag barely brought any pleasure, but you continued on, shaking and babbling out strings of his name and pleads for him to touch you- to make you cum, to split you on his long, long and fat cock.

the swelling of his cock in his athletic shorts made you all the more desperate, it swelled and stood proudly- straining against the stretchy material, so big and proud and delicious.

seeing your mouth open and puffing out sharp little pleads of his name, all the while your hands wrapped around the back of his thigh- clawing at the thickness and muscle (trying to) bring him closer made him smile,

“good bunny, gunna cum?” he wonders out loud, knowing that you’re weak and tired.

you’re close, it takes longer than usual, longer than what it would have taken if he had just fucked you- but you can taste the sweet release, an obscene sound of wet stickiness echoes in the room, all from your folds parting over and over against the hard line of bone, sweat beading at your temple in effort.

“shūgo! g-gunna- gunna!” you cry, hips stilling on an upstroke of your canting hips, trying to smash your clit down onto his leg, cunt and tummy clenching as a sweltering heat travels down your tummy and-

it’s gone.

it’s gone because his leg is pulled from under you, near orgasming body pitching forward with it- you keep the twitch, keep the contracting muscles trying to tip you over the edge, but you don’t keep the grip you had.

he catches you, holding the softness right under the swell of your chest, tugging you up, up and up.

“sorry bunny-“ he grumbles, large hand sweeps sweat slicked hair from your face, kissing you tenderly, trying to bring you back from it all, “but fuck,” he hisses, settling your drooling cunt right over his cock- “don’t like the idea of you cumin’ anywhere other than on me.”

he’s a mean man- selfish and strong. there’s no effort in how he moves you, rough and calloused hands tug your own, smaller ones onto broad shoulders.

“please.” you whimper, trying to find dexterity back into your tongue. meian simply coos, reaching down and pulling the waistband of his shorts down, your cunt keeping his cock from slapping up against his tummy.

“i know, bunny- i know.” he says it honestly, feeling how you shake, not used to working for your orgasms- too spoiled by him.

by sheer muscle memory he slides your bottoms to the side- cute little sleeping shorts, barely anything against your puffy cunt.

the daze you feel suddenly clears when he pushes his cock in- one swift stroke and starts bouncing you. working your body into a brutalizing pace- he didn’t look tired, not while his bulging biceps and tense forearms moved you up and down, grunting at every pass of your tightness over the throbbing vein running down his dick.

“yeah- my cute little bunny always takes your cock so well.” he mutters out to no one in particular, you’re certainly not listening with how your head is tilted back, screaming over and over calls of his name and just shrill mewls.

he leaves a tight and hot grip on your hip with one hand, the other curling into your hair- sharply bringing your head back to look at him, he’d give you a love tap if he could, but didn’t think you’d have the strength to keep the nice pace he’s set.

“cum-“ meian spits- moving your head so that your wet and crossed eyes look into his direction, “cum right now or you’re not at all.”

there was no way you wouldn’t listen to him- whole body clenching, pulsing as a white light passed over your eyes, cunt nearly squeezing him out of you.

your cum was displaced by his cock, a translucent creaminess falling into a ring around the base of him, aiding in the nasty sound of wet squelching.

“sh-shū-shūgo.” you cry pathetically, hiccuping as the jolting of your body breaks any and all vowels tumbling from your lips.

he can’t help but to cum at the sight of it- shivering, spearing you down to paint every inch of your gummy walls with his cum.

his grunts sound so good, so low, barely a register you can hear- but you definitely feel.

the way he holds you down gives you a small mercy, both of you panting out wet puffs of air.

“t-thank you.” you whisper, aftershocks of pulsing squeezes against him- you look up at him, pick your tilting head to look at him with tired, questioning eyes- chest squeezing at feeling the still rock hard cock inside you.

he grins at you once more- looking like an animal, a predator.

“what? you think your captain’s that tired bunny?” meian huffs, tugging your plaint body onto his chest-

“no- i’m gunna stuff you full, this is your punishment baby.”

hips buck off the couch, balls slapping heavy onto your ass- squirming body held down by his muscled arms.

any thoughts of rebuttal, any noise of complaint dried up in your throat- as far as punishments went, well,

this was your favorite.

#meian #meian shugo #meian smut #haikyuu smut #meian x reader #meian x reader smut #meian x you #meian x y/n #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #smut #one shot #requests

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mandos-sluts · 3 years

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The Escort

The Mandolorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, mentions of sex work, daddy kink, sharing a bed trope

Summary: You are introduced to Mando, who has been hired to escort you through the outer rim. You recall the one other time you had met him before.

It was around seven months ago that the incident occured. You had been training under Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker for years. But leading up to your escape, you had begun feeling resentment toward your master and the entire Jedi order. You were having an existential crisis and questioning everything you had learned and were supposed to preach. One day, you and Luke were in a particularly bad argument, and you snapped. You packed your bags and decided to abandon the Jedi order.

You were only gone for a week. Luke managed to track you down on some underdeveloped planet, and by that time, you had cooled off and were thinking clearly. You and Luke returned and resumed your training.

The week that you went rogue was pretty uneventful. You seeked refuge in this small mining town and figured you needed to get a job. Unsurprisingly, it was very slim pickings, and your best option ended up being sex work. This was a fine work placement; the job paid relatively well and the owner of the brothel was a sweet old woman who protected the sex workers. Again, the week was fairly mundane and you only serviced a few clients.

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You had been assigned a diplomatic mission which required you to travel to some planet in the outer rim. You were all ready to go and were walking toward your ship when Luke approached you with some Mandalorian.

“Y/n, I would like to introduce you to Mando.” Luke said. You and Mando shook hands.

“Nice to meet you.” You said with a straight face. The Mandalorian seemed really familiar to you, but you couldn’t figure out why.

“He will be escorting you to the system.” Luke said with slight hesitation, already knowing how you’ll react.

“What!?” You said with confusion and slight offence. “Why would I need an escort? I’ve traveled solo to dozens of planets on dozens of missions.”

“I know, y/n.” Luke said, taking in a breath. “But the Jedi council thinks that it is best to err on the side of caution right now. The outer rim is dangerous and the Empire is growing. And we’ve seen their desperate interest in capturing young force-sensitive beings.”

You cross your arms and turn to look at the Mandalorian. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since you shook his hand.

“Why aren’t you just coming with me?” You say turning back to Luke. “What makes this random Mandalorian more capable than me? Why should I trust him?”

“I have other duties to respond to.” Luke says. “But y/n, Mando is the one who saved Grogu and delivered him to us. The Jedi council trusts him completely. He’s fought off the Empire– Moff Gideon, most notably– several times. He is the best one to have at your side if something goes wrong.”

Let out a breath, signalling your annoyance and you turn again to look into Mando’s visor. “Does he speak?” You say sarcastically while maintaining your stare at him.

“Not often.” Mando returns in a deep modulated voice. That voice, you recognize it. You have met him before, you know it. But where? Where could you have met him– then it hits you. The brothel. He was one of your few clients a couple months back when you were a sex worker!

A flood of memories come pouring in as your face gets red. You remember the one thing that made that week exciting, and it was the Mandalorian. He fucked you like no one else ever had. You were sore for days after. He gave you the best pleasure you had ever felt.

You try your best to gather your composure and act like nothing has happened. “So….so he’s just gonna co pilot on my way there?” You ask with your cheeks still slightly flush.

“Well...no.” Luke says. “You two will be traveling in Mando’s ship. The Razor Crest is essentially undetectable, and again, we think it’s best that your whereabouts remain unknown.” Mando visor is still glued on you. You look down and fidget with your fingers.

Luke senses your unease. “Listen, I know you’re not crazy about this arrangement, but you’ll be in good hands with Mando. Alright?” He says putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Okay.” You say back with a nervous half smile.

You and Mando walk in silence to the Crest and make your way up to the cockpit. You feel so unbelievably awkward. Does he remember you? He must. But he didn’t seem at all caught off guard when he was introduced to you?

The Crest departs and you two sit in deafening silence. All you can think about is how the last time you met, he was fucking you senseless over a dresser and wispering the dirtiest things in your ear.

Finally, you gain the courage and turn to him. “So...Do you remember me?” You say.

“Yes.” Mando returns looking straight ahead. He turns his head and looks at you. “Do the Jedi know that you’re a former whore?” He says casually.

“Yes.” You say, somewhat angered by the insulting insinuation. “Of course they know. But I’m not a former sex worker, per se. I only worked there for a week. Consider it a sabbatical from my Jedi training.”

“Interesting choice for a sabbatical.” Mando says.

You didn’t feel like explaining the actual reason for your working at the brothel. He was kind of rude and you owed him no explanation. At the same time, however, his shortness and nonchalant demeanor were kind of hot (actually very hot). He was so confident and sure of himself. He also smelled so good and his muscles were evident even under the beskar.

The trip is about two standard days, and since the Crest only had one sleeping area, you and Mando stopped off at some planet for the night to sleep and eat.

It was already dark by the time you and Mando made your way into town. Just walking down the street, people would move aside or step back for Mando. Nobody wanted to upset a Mandalorian, and you found it incredibly hot that he was so feared.

It was a very small town with only one tiny inn. You and Mando walked up to the front desk. “I need two adjacent rooms.” Mando says, throwing more than enough credits on the desk.

“I– I’m sorry sir, but we only have one vacancy tonight.” The woman at the front desk stutters.

You turn to Mando. “I can stay here and you can sleep on the Crest?” You offer as a solution.

“No.” Mando says. “I’m not leaving you alone. The whole reason I’m here is to protect you.”

Mando turns to the woman. “Does the room have two beds?”

“I’m sorry, but the room only has one bed sir.” The woman says apologetically.

Mando lets out a sigh. “Fine.” He says shortly. “We’ll take it.”

The room is pretty small, as is the bed. You wash up in the fresher and change into your sleep wear, which consists of a snug tank top and some loose cotton shorts. After you're done, Mando uses the fresher as you get in the bed.

Mando exists and sits on a chair in the corner of the room. He crosses his arms, stretches his legs out and puts his head back. “Get some sleep, we’re leaving early tomorrow.” Mando says.

You sit up in the bed. “Mando, we can both fit in the bed.” You say flatly.

“I’m fine.” He abruptly replies without lifting his head.

“Seriously, Mando, I don’t care. I’m gonna feel bad if you sleep on a chair. Come on.” You say.

Mando lets out a breath. “Fine.” He says as he gets up and walks towards the bed.

You scoot over as close to the wall as you can and face the wall. Mando strips off all of his armour except for his helmet and removes his gloves. He gets in the bed next to you, also facing the wall. There’s a good four inches between the two of you, and Mando made a point not to use the blanket.

You’re so glad he got in the bed with you. You want nothing more than for him to fuck you like he did before, and you can’t think of a better way to make that happen than sharing a bed with him. Slowly, you inch your way backwards until your butt is against his crotch. You remain still for a few minutes, but then slightly adjust your position so as to rub your ass into his groin.

Mando twitches at the feeling of you grinding against him and turns around so that you are back to back, trying his best to avoid an erection. But then, realizing he is too close to falling off the bed facing away from you, he turns back around. You shift once again, rubbing your ass against his hardening cock. Mando can’t tell if you are innocently trying to get comfortable or you are trying to tease him. Either way, this is a job for him, so he figures things should remain professional. You, however, were not relenting. Pretending to be drifting asleep, you again roll your ass over this now hard member.

Mando grunts and gets out of the bed and goes to the fresher. He turns on the faucet, takes off his helmet, and releases his long thick cock from the confines of his pants. Spitting into his hand, he gets right into it, taking his length and stroking it fast. He puts his free hand against the wall and puts his head down. He thinks about your tight pussy squeezing his cock as he jerks himself off, trying to get rid of his boner. He grunts as quietly as he can and stifles his moans. Thinking back to that day at the brothel, he thinks of you calling him daddy, begging for his cum; he imagines that your throat is between his large hand and the wall. He comes and lets out a deep breath.

You lie in bed, knowing and just barely hearing what he is doing in there. You are upset; you feel kind of rejected. But you’re not yet discouraged– you got him hard, why should you not reap the rewards? You decide to just double down and do it again, assuming that he won’t take a second trip to the fresher to jerk off.

Mando gets back in the bed, relieved that he had dealt with his erection and hoping you were asleep. But not any sooner did you start back up again. You move and rub your ass against his groin and let out the faintest moan. And just like that, you feel his cock grow hard against your butt.

He let out a hard sigh.

“Stop” he commanded, not bothering to whisper.

“Stop what?” You reply.

“You know what you’re doing.”

“Oh?” You say continuing to grind your ass against his bulge.

“And if you don’t stop, you’re the one whose going to be taking care of it this time.” He said as he lightly grabbed your throat.

Your arousal shoots up at his words and actions, and you can feel it in your pussy.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” You purr.

“What a fuckin tease you are.” He said shoving his bulge against your ass and tightening his grip on your throat.

“Mmmm, don’t act like you don’t like it, Mando.” You say. You pause for a moment and close your eyes. “I would finger myself every night thinking about the time you fucked me. I could feel you in between my legs for weeks after you left.”

Mando hums a sound of approval. “That’s right, pretty girl. No one will ever be able to fuck you the way I can.” He says slipping his hand into your shorts. His fingers glide along your soaking wet folds and you let out a whine.

“What a needy little thing you are, so fuckin desperate for me to fill your hole.” Mando starts pumping his middle finger in and out of you as his thumb rubs your clit.

“Fuck.” Mando growls. “I forgot just how tight this little cunt of yours is.”

Your moans get louder and your mouth opens wider as he picks up the pace. Mando moves his other hand from your throat to your mouth and pushes two fingers into your mouth. You suck them while continuing to moan.

“I went back to the brothel a week later, but they said you had left. I’ve fucked so many other whores since then but none were as good at you baby girl.” Mando says as he adds another finger.

Mando drives his fingers in you at an ungodly pace, hitting your G-spot over and over again. His thumb rubbing vigorously over your swollen nub.

“Fuck, I- I’m gonna cum.” You manage to say.

“Do it.” Mando commands and he grips your throat even tighter.

Your back arches and you grab Mando’s arm that’s fucking you with both your hands, digging your nails into his skin as your orgasm falls over you. You scream out his name and try to pull his hand out of your pussy, the overstimulation pushing you over the edge. But Mando nevertheless continues to rub your clit and finger you hard.

“Ohh, no, little girl. Try to push me away and I’ll just fuck you harder.” Mando says.

Your climax reaches its peak and Mando can feel his fingers getting clenched by your cunt. He finally slows down and pulls his fingers out of you, his grip on your neck loosening as well.

Mando unbuttons his pants and pulls out his throbbing erection. The feeling of it against your butt makes you jump. He yanks your shorts down. He rubs his head through your folds a few times before slowly beginning to enter you. You gasp and grab the sheets of the bed. Your mouth opens as wide as possible as you feel your cunt being impossibly stretched.

Mando lifts his head to watch your reaction. He loved the fact that just a third of his length completely destroyed you. Mando does a few slow thrusts with only half his cock to ready you for the rest. Just when it’s shifting from pain to pleasure, Mando shoves the rest of his length into you as hard as possible. You quite literally scream at the top of your lungs. Mando knew exactly what he was doing, making you think he was going to ease you into it, before unapologetically thrusting all the way into your hole without any warning.

“Ahhh.” Mando grunts. “You’re the perfect little cocksleve for me.”

He trusts in and out of you while breathing heavily. The bed is banging against the wall every time he slams into you. The room next door is sure to hear but neither of you care.

Mando grunts and props himself up to lean on his elbow. He grabs your thigh and hooks it around his arm, getting a better angle and letting him fuck you faster and deeper. Your moans become outright screams as his unbelievably large cock rips you open. Anyone listening would surely think you were being tortured.

“Fu— fuck! Fuck yes daddy!” You manage to say between thrusts. Mando growls at your calling him daddy.

“You want me to cum inside your pretty little cunt?” Mando says.

You could barely speak, your mouth was wide open and your eyes had rolled to the back of your head. You’re able to muster out a “Y-yes.”

“Beg me.” Mando says as he grips your leg even harder. “Beg for my cum you little slut.”

“Please daddy, I– I want you to fill me up with– with your cum. Until it’s dri– dripping out of my pussy.” You say.

Mando moans and you can feel his cock tightening inside of you and his ropes of his cum coat your insides.

“Fuckkk.” Mando says pulling out of you.

You let out a high-pitched breath at the loss of his member. Mando puts his length back in his pants and sits up on his knees. He grabs one of your legs and swiftly slides you down the bed so he is on his knees in between your legs.

He aggressively pushes your legs further apart, looking down at your abused hole. His white juices are leaking out of it.

“Your pussy looks so pretty overflowing with my cum.” Mando says. He takes his middle finger and traces the lips of your cunt, then shoves it as far into you as it can go. You let out a yelp and your back arches at the pressure. “And I don’t want you wasting a single drop.” He repeats his action, plunging his finger into you. Pulling it out, he brings it to your lips and shoves it in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it before he pulls it out.

“Mmmm I forgot how good you taste.” You say.

Mando leans over and grabs your shorts, and you pull them back on. Both you and Mando fall asleep quickly.

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“I should escort you on more of your missions.” Mando says slapping your ass as you walk out of the inn.

You look up at him. “I’ll make sure to tell Luke how pleased I was with your services.”

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zodiacrant · 3 years

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🍓My Experience With Each Venus🍓

(Cause even after all those months I posted about Moon sings, some of you are still waiting for the dirt on Venus)

This is based on my own experience with these placements. I am not demonizing any sign nor am I attacking anyone (but the people in the post 😂). So take it as a friendly banter and nothing more.

🍓Cancer Venus🍓

First on the docket, we have Cancer Venus. I personally have never got to know one beyond pleasantries but from stories I have heard and witnessed, they do have a tendency to lach on their friends and commit to shaky situations. One of my friend’s sisters is a Cancer Venus and damn! She takes relationships waaayyyy to seriously and allow people to do her so wrong in the name of love. Bless! Overall very beautiful people, never met a bad looking one so I’ll give them a 5/10

🍓Leo Venus🍓

Oh lord Jesus! Now I am not religious but you know shit is about to hit when I fire placement comes up. Right off the bat, they’re funny, charming and very entertaining. They, however, have this tick, this one tick in the back of their head that gets switched when they sense competition. They have this need to be #1, the best, the funniest, the show, the main event and if you threaten that then you’ll se the fangs of the lion. Now I have a friend that is a Leo Venus and I love her dearly, she is seriously an exception to the rest that I have met because they could never! I never understood why they had that need to stand out, because they do so naturally but they keep forcing it the more people can “top” them or relate to them. I’ll give them a 6/10 because my friend and the good times I spent with other Leo Venuses saved the score big time.

🍓Virgo Venus🍓

As a Gemini Venus they strike a nuke to my heart. I find them very attractive and fun to be around, they always got something intelligent to say, they are interested in many topics and have diverse hobbies, which just works for my Gemini Venus. If I would pick on something it’s that they can’t talk unless they’re the center speaker of a conversation, other than that I like them. I’ll give them an 8/10

🍓Libra Venus🍓

I never met one to be honest so it wouldn’t be fair to score them below 5 😅. But because Kristen Wig and Hillary Duff are Libra Venus they get a 7/10. Maybe in the future as I meet more people it’ll change, hopefully 👀.

🍓Scorpio Venus🍓

Okay, well…….here we’re 😂. I love Scorpio Venus and as much as I love them I can’t stand them. I don’t know if it’s because of my Taurus Sun or Scorpio Mars. I don’t know many but those that I know, I know very well to say the least. They have so much intelligence but it’s all books, math, and language, things that are super basic and conventional. They’re obsessed with the realism and realistic things, they love crime shows, gangs, real story based movies, and everything rustic. As a very colorful person, a style composed of black, brown, white and sometimes a splash of navy blue or green is just lacking babes. Then we have their idea of fun, now I can fuck with a puzzle but I will not learn how to finish a rubrics cube or make lists of nothing for fun. I get that to each their own but damn it is very sad in here. On the positive side I admire that they’re real, and present themselves as who they’re, no matter how shitty it is ☺️. Overall I’ll give them a 5/10, cause the good is good but the bas is a strong yikes

🍓Sagittarius Venus🍓

If you’re looking for someone that is willing to lick whip cream off of your toes then you find them. They’re truly a down ass bitch to a fault. I have one friend in mind that done the craziest shit just because it is what it is. She strapped on the hood of the car and then her boyfriend went on the highway early in the morning. She jumped off the window and into the parking lot, AT UNI, and broke both legs, just to mention a few. So in total I’ll give them a 4/10, cause I can’t, I mean I love to have fun but my experience with people with this Venus. I would rather not.

🍓Capricorn Venus🍓

Such strong and confident people. If they put their mind into it they would be able to have it all, but as smart as they’re, they know nothing about love. They turn completely different when it comes to relationships. They’re assertive and powerful in their everyday life but the moment their partner is with them, they turn into a baby. I noticed that they stick to bad relationships and pass a lot of bad behavior from others. Other than that, they’re great at giving advice, especially when it comes to money and ironically, about relationships. I’ll give them a 7/10

🍓Aquarius Venus🍓

( ) Sorry had to leave a blank space for the ghost of the Venus signs. As an Air Venus, I love them, I love talking with them, I love how cast their mind is but the lack of energy is just not cute. It’s the only thing they lack. They can’t seem to give to more than one person at a time, and when they give to you then they’re so obsessed and I mean OBSESSED about you. Always calling, going out, having fun, sharing secrets and then they’re gone for weeks. The thing is, they seem to be aware of this and feel bad about it but still keep doing it. Other than that they love cats, that they do. I’ll give them a 5/10

🍓Pisces Venus🍓

Pisces Venus is like Aquarius Venus but with no serotonin. Dear lord Jesus (who is also a Pisces Venus btw), they have this amazing power of being a vacuum. They suck the energy out of the room. This isn’t always bad, as they can come back with a dry comeback, which I live for. They’re fun to see once in a while but bot everyday. Not that they would go out everyday. Oh and they love food and drinking. I’ll give them a 4/10

🍓Aries Venus🍓

Venus on fire, call the firefighters! First, they’re very hot and my Aries Mercury just loves their existence, they’re like my muse. However, it is very hard to get close to them. They’re very sensitive, more than they would admit to but they truly care a lot, like ALOT. They always put themselves in horrible situations and relationships, say it’s going to go bad, it goes bad and then they’re like “I said so”. They subconsciously ruin everything just to be right. Even good relationships. They have the confidence like no other and have a lot of admirers but at the end of the day no one is there for them, truly no one knows them. I’ll give them 3/10. One for Albert, one for Rihanna and one for Aries.

🍓Taurus Venus🍓

The true effortless Taurus beauties, cause as a Taurus Sun it takes a lot of effort over here, believe that! I just love them. They’re sweet, nice, loving and selfless. Their issue is how easily they trust others. They get taken advantage of and their love is always wasted. I admire how they grow stronger with every bad relationship rather than break down and wallow. Well they do wallow but they do keep going and move on, eventually. For that I give them a 9/10.

🍓Gemini Venus🍓

10/10. I love my people. They’re amazing, they’re funny, they’re smart and successful. Now I may be lacking in all of these but I admire their versatility, cunning wit and ability to love (and hate) something about everything.

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knjsnoona · 3 years

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Piano Keys

Genre: smut || pwp

Pairing: DomYoongi x Reader

Word count: 2,845

Warnings: light dom/sub, mild dirty talk, shameless smut, Fingering, light choking

Summary: After begging Yoongi for piano lessons you finally get your way.

Today Yoongi had promised to begin your piano lessons. You had been begging him for days until finally he’d given in. He didn’t have any other activities or schedules, so it made it the perfect time to teach you.

The two of you walked into an empty room, sitting in the corner of the room was a large white piano. All sleek curves and edges. You could see his adoration for the instrument as he ran his fingers over its smooth surface when he approached it. A small curve of his lips, before he was gently lifting the fallboard. Digits lightly running over the keys, he turns and rests his arm on the lid of the piano.

He turns his head to see you still standing by the entrance, and raises his eyebrows. “Coming in or not?”

His deep voice echoing off the walls, snaps you out of your daze. You meet his expectant gaze and smile sheepishly, closing the door behind you. Taking a few short strides before your standing in front of him.

A crooked smile spreads over his lips as he turns to pull the bench out for the both of you. He motions for you to take a seat, which you quickly comply with. Taking a seat beside you, he takes a deep breath and releases it slowly, trying to think on where to begin. After a few beats, he begins to speak, explaining the different components of a piano and they all work together. Afterwards, he starts explaining how to read musical scores, correct placement of your hands and a few tips on how to keep from getting your fingers all tangled up.

You nod, eyes watching how passionately he speaks. The glimmer in his eyes making your heart skip a beat for a moment. The words continuing to flow from his soft pink lips, has you hanging off every word, greedily eating up every bit of this part of himself he was sharing with you. It wasn’t something that happened very often, between busy schedules and the few breaks that he used to rest or write new music. Moments like these made you feel guilty and selfish but you couldn’t help how much you wanted to be in his presence, how you longed just to breathe the same air he did.

He stopped speaking, and tilted his head to the side to look at you. He studied you quietly, which made you shift awkwardly in your seat. Tucking your hair behind your ear you, look down at your lap and chew on your lip nervously.

“What?,” you ask quietly.

He stares for another moment. “Nothing. I was wondering if you heard everything I said.”

You nod as you turn your attention to him once more. “Of course, I did.”

“Good.” He nods and starts to talk about the song he’d picked out for you to learn today. He wanted to start off with something simple, something that would be good practice of the basics. When he revealed it was a children’s song he smiled at the way you laughed. He watched you a moment longer, before officially beginning the hands on lesson.

In the last hour, or two, there had been some progress made. Of course, your fingers kept stumbling over keys and he’d tease you every time your eyes went wide from hitting the wrong note. Patience was definitely one of his virtues, as he’d calmly show you how to play the song over and over again.

Somehow through all the laughing and teasing, the space between you had begun to diminish. Now sitting with your arms rubbing against each other, as you laughed over another missed key.

Why, he didn’t know, but his eyes had strayed from your grinning face, and had found themselves drawn to your lap. Your knee length skirt had shimmied its way to the middle of your thighs and he could not help but drink in the sight of your flesh. The bit skin looking soft and supple.

He licked his lip, eyes flashing up to your face in a predatory gaze. Hands itching with a sudden need to touch you, grab at you, run over all your curves and edges. Desire beginning to stir in the pit of his stomach.

He watched as you continued to try to play all the correct keys. Your lip caught between your teeth, eyebrows pinched in concentration, and cheeks flushed from your prior mirth. His cat-like eyes watching you like a man starved. This primal need becoming too much for him to hold back.

He knew it would eventually happen. The way you would traipse around in your cute little outfits. How you’d tease him, thinking he wouldn’t notice. You would go out of your way to be where he was and then ignore him. Wearing your little shorts that hugged your ass just right. Low cut tops you’d wear just to bend over in front of him, giving him a front row seats to your perfect globes. The innocent act you put on just making his balls ache even more.

He knew you wanted him. He knew you’d been trying for long time to get his attention. But the thing was you’d already had it, since day one. All the different situations he’d pictured cornering you in. The positions he’d imagined fucking you in.

His breathing was starting to pick up, as he felt a tightening in his pants. This was a bad idea. He should’ve told you no. Avoiding you all this time, he thought he’d be able to keep his sanity intact. But this was it. He needed to have you now, no turning back. He wanted to ruin your innocence. Nothing turned him on more than thought of having your shy lips moaning and screaming his name.

Suddenly shooting up from his seat, he walked around the back of the bench, standing behind you. Placing his hands on your shoulder.

You had jumped a bit in surprise when he stood and followed him with your eyes. Tilting your head back to meet his gaze from behind you. Confusion painted all over your face, not understanding what had happened. Did he finally run out of patience? Face returning to look at the piano keys again, fingers twisting in the ruffles of your skirt.

All of a sudden, his legs were on either side of you as he sat behind you. Your heart instantly pounding full force at the feel of his hard chest against your back. His arms reached around you and his fingers were on the piano keys.

“Watch me play.” His deep voice vibrating against your back. You nodded and your sweaty hands gripped your skirt nervously.

After showing you, he asks you to try again. Trembling fingers laying on the keys, this time stumbling over notes more that any other attempt. You felt his chest reverberate against your back as he chuckled.

His hands ran along your arms until they reached your hands. Placing your hands on the keys before laying his on yours. He started playing the keys over your fingers, guiding you to play them correctly.

“You have to concentrate. Every keystroke demands the utmost attention,” he murmurs in your ear. Hot breath making a shiver run down your spine. He smirks. “Now try again without my help, but maintain completely focus.”

His hands fell to his sides. They didn’t stay there for long. When you began playing, his palms slid over your naked thighs. The sound of multiple keys being pressed stopping his wandering paws.

“Concentrate. You can’t let anything distract you. Understood, kitten?”

Swallowing thickly you nod. Face flushing and trembling hands coming to rest on the keys once again. Nerves and excitement breaking your sanity. You feel his hands return to their previous position.

“Try again.”

At the sound of the first note, his fingers trace over your knees softly. Digits lightly running up your inner thighs. Nose nuzzling your neck, fingers running teasing circles as they ease their way under your skirt.

Breath picking up, you try to maintain focus on the task at hand but find it increasingly difficult. The more he touched you the more just wanted to relax against him. Wanted to moan for him. But a sharp pinch on your thigh brought you crashing back.

“Again, kitten. Start again.”

With notes weaving through the air, he began again. Hands slowly massaging their way from your knees again. Lightly gripping at your inner thigh as his hands continued their journey to the apex of your thigh. Sliding his hands back down to your knees, he grips them, pulling them apart. Fingers rushing back to play with the skin between your thighs and lips. Rubbing up and down, as he runs a finger under the edge of your panties.

A small whine escapes you before slapping a hand on your mouth in shame. How could you possibly be so worked up from just simple touches. He wasn’t really doing anything, and you were already coming undone. How could he expect you to concentrate when his hands, his large hands, were touching you like this.

When he removed his hands from you, you almost cried. But then he smacked your leg, pulling a cry of pain from you. “You aren’t paying attention, kitten.” Lips running over your ear, making your breath come on stuttered puffs of air. “Play the song. Now.”

You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself, and begin to play the keys once more. Continuing to take deep breaths, relaxing more with each one you take. All semblance of calm suddenly leaves you as Yoongi all but shoves his way into your underwear and slides his finger over your slit.

Chuckling he places a quick peck where your neck meets your shoulder. Licking up your neck to your ear, he places another kiss on the shell of your ear. “I didn’t tell you to stop playing. Kitten, you either do as I say or I’ll have to take more drastic measures… take your pick.”

He begins to slide his hand out of your panties, when a grip on his wrist stops him. Biting down on his lip to stop the smug grin from appearing he looks at you. “What is it?” Patiently waiting for your answer, he watches you struggle to release the words.

“I-“

“Speak up, kitten. I can’t hear your.”

“I-I-I’ll do better. I’ll focus.”

Your stuttered response igniting the fire in him even more. “Good. Let’s continue.” Pressing two fingers against your slit, he runs them back and forth, collecting all the juices sliding out of you. “Look how wet you are, kitten. You’re such a dirty girl,” he hums his pleasure against your ear.

Biting back a whine, you slowly start playing the notes. Trying to remember each one and ignore how good it felt to have him touching you. Trying to ignore how sinful and filthy his words made you feel. How you could feel yourself growing wetter with every word. But you tried to push forward and play the damn song. Your fingers stuttering their way through each keystroke.

He grinned in satisfaction at the mess he was making of you. His revenge for all the cock teasing you’d done in the past. But it wasn’t just getting back at you. No this was him finally getting his fill of you. Getting to ruin you like he’d been fantasizing.

Fingers running over your now soaked sex. He cupped you and pet you with wet fingers for a moment as he groaned.

You released a yelp when he hurriedly pressed two fingers over your swollen pearl. Your fingers still trying to play the tune, as your arched your back as bit back a moan.

His other travelled up the from of your body and settling at the base of your neck. “Don’t stop them, kitten. I wanna hear every mewl that comes out of that innocent little mouth of yours.” He pressed even harder against your clit, rolling it roughly between his fingers.

Unable to hold back any longer, a loud moan rips out of you. Hands smashing on the keys as you arch away from him. His fingers moving faster, hand tightening just the slightest bit around your neck. Nothing preparing your for the moment his fingers slide inside of you. Stuttering moan leaving you as you try to adjust to the feeling of his digits.

The way your warmth sucks at his fingers greedily has him grunting into your ear. Pressing as far as he humanly could, scissoring his fingers in and out.

The sensations becoming too much for you, your legs instantly slam shut, trapping his hand. His fingers cease their movements and your lean against him taking deep breaths. Your face completely flushed, sweat dripping down the side of your face. You feel his tongue follow the path the drop had just left behind and press a kiss to your damp forehead.

“Kitten, kitten, kitten. You shouldn’t have done that,” he tuts. His hands pull your knees apart before sliding behind them and lifting them. He places your legs on either side of his, holding you in position with your legs wide open. Smacking the inside of your thighs with both hands before soothing the quickly reddening skin. “That’s twice you’ve defied me. I won’t let a third one slide.”

You whimper at the sting still radiating from your inner thigh as he runs his large hands up and down your waist. You shift uncomfortably in your new position. Legs beginning to ache where they meet your hip, soaked panties sticking to your mound as the cool air hits you.

Hooking a finger into your panties, he pulls them to the side and dips two fingers inside of you again. Pulling it out and bringing it up to you. “You’ve soaked my hand, kitten. It’s dirty now. What are you gonna do about it?” He runs a finger over your bottom lip as he asks. “Are you gonna clean my fingers?”

You quickly nod, your heat clenching around air, no longer caring about what a mess you must look. All you cared about were the sensations he was drawing out of you. You’d do anything he wanted at this point just to please him.

You part your lips and suck his fingers in slowly. Tongue swirling around the digits, as you moan the taste of yourself, thrusting your hips in need. You bob your head, sucking in his fingers, teeth grazing them.

He watches you from behind, lip trapped beneath his teeth as he releases a his. He couldn’t believe what a dirty girl you turned out to be. A real treat. His hard cock trapped in the confines of his tight jeans. The shifting of your hips, providing him relief as you ground your perfect as down on him. Groaning, he licked to fingers of his other hand and sheathed them inside of you. You moaned around his fingers but continued to draw then in and out of your warm mouth.

Rutting his hips against your back he release a grunt, fucking your heat fast and hard, no longer in the mood for games. Your moans being muffled around his fingers annoying him. With a pop, he pulled the out and wrapped his hand around your throat again, applying pressure. Hard scissoring motions, drawing out increasingly loud moans from you. The way you whined for him and thrashed in his arms turning him on more than he already thought he was.

His thumb finding your enlarged clit, applied hard pressure, rolling over it as he continued to slam his fingers in and out of you at an inhuman pace.

“F-fuck! I’m g-gonna-“ a loud moan of his name ripping out of you, interrupting you.

The pressure around your neck increasing, making you light headed. Speed of his thrusting fingers escalating until your walls suddenly clamped around them, juices gushing out of you. His hand working hard to help you ride out your orgasm.

Moans continuously flowing from your throat, eyes squeezed so tight you swore you saw stars. As you came down from your high, hips moving away from his hand.

He removes his hand in understanding. Softening his hold on your neck, rubbing soothing circles where he’d dug his grip. Wiping his hand on his jeans, before he lifts your aching legs off his and seats you sideways on his lap. He runs his hand soothingly through your hair, as he places kisses on your damp hairline.

“Such a good girl, kitten,” he whispered in between kisses. One of his hands massaging your hip. “Such a good little slut you were for me.”

You look away embarrassed, as your hands latch onto his shirt. Body humming in the afterglow of your release. You relaxed completely against him, in his sweet whispers and gentle aftercare of you. But you tenses at his next words.

“Don’t think this is over, kit,” he chuckled. “This is only a five minute recess.”

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