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#a desire for adventure (kinks dick)

thepaperpanda · 8 months

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Warnings: bukkake, blowjob, aged-up Kirishima & Bakugo (+21yo), dirty talk, master kink

Synopsis: two brief drabbles about having your face painted white

Author: @doumadono

A/N: welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration, This time, I offer you not just one but two short drabbles within a single piece. I hope you find them enjoyable. Today's prompt: bukkake

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ShigaDabi

Sometimes, the three of you — Shigaraki, Dabi, and yourself — indulged in sexual interactions with each other. Being in a polyamorous relationship with them was a mix of excitement and trepidation. There were moments when they engaged in playful rivalries, each vying for your attention. It was exhilarating to witness their passion, yet at times, it could also be unsettling, as they occasionally clashed over the time they spent with you.

Walking confidently into the center of the room that day, you unclipped your bra and discarded it, allowing your breasts to be free. As you knelt down on the floor, Shigaraki and Dabi surrounded you, they were naked with their cocks hanging free and ready for your mouth.

You gazed up at them with a playful smile, your big eyes eagerly fixated on their excited faces. Without uttering a word, you took one cock in each hand, skillfully stroking them. Your small, delicate hands were wrapped around two already well-endowed cocks. Yet, what truly captivated you was the sight of those sharp, jet-black nails contrasting against their flesh. Curious about the effect, you gently ran your fingernails from one hand up and down one of the cocks, eliciting a deep groan from Dabi. “Arrrgh, watch it, doll,” he snarled through gritted teeth.

You licked your lips, sending him an innocent smile. The excitement of this simple act sent a thrill through you, and it was only the beginning of the adventure.

With both of these erections now rock solid, you eagerly took the first one into your mouth. Your lips, adorned with red lipstick, encircled the head as you skillfully bobbed up and down, gradually taking more of it into your mouth with each motion. The sensation of Dabi’s hardness in your mouth sent shivers through your body, intensifying your own arousal.

You withdrew your mouth from the Dabi’s cock, licking your lips seductively. Then, you turned your attention to Shigaraki's dick, giving it a teasing lick followed by a swift and enticing suck.

Your desire for his cum was evident. You synchronized the movements of your hand with your mouth, working Shigaraki's shaft up and down as you bobbed your head. With each passing moment, you could feel his cock twitching, signaling his impending orgasm. His groans grew louder as he neared climax, and with a powerful jerk, he began to release his load into your waiting mouth.

The sweet taste of his cum filled your senses as it hit your tongue and the back of your mouth. You eagerly swallowed the first few spurts, savoring the flavor. Pulling your mouth back, you allowed his cum to splatter across your face. It was evident that he had been saving up for a few days, as his release continued to spurt onto your cheeks, lips, and nose before slowly dripping down your chin.

“Fuck, yeah, what a dirty, fucking slut,” Shigaraki grunted, his his eyes rolling back in his head. “Your master is proud of you, whore.”

Dabi didn't restrain himself either; he firmly grasped your hair and began thrusting his cock into your mouth, entering without giving you much time to adjust. "I think you forgot about my fucking cock," Dabi grunted, his voice low and teeth gritted. His length reached the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly, but you took it eagerly, the thrill of the moment heightening your arousal. Your response to his assault on your mouth was moaning, all while your hand continued to glide up and down Shiggy's shaft.

After a few minutes, Dabi withdrew from your mouth, leaving a trail of drool hanging from your lips. He stood in front of you, vigorously stroking his erection just inches from your face. The sight of this sent waves of desire coursing through your pussy, making your pulse quicken.

With a deep groan, Dabi began to cum onto your face. Spurt after spurt of his release shot out of his dick as he continued to stroke it, splattering your face with his warm semen. The initial shots landed on your forehead, while the rest covered your nose and cheek, the sensation and scent heightening your arousal even further.

At this point, you were completely drenched in semen. It clung to your skin, some of it trickling down your forehead and chin, pooling onto your cum-coated breasts. A portion had even found its way to your black stockings, splattering onto them, forming intriguing patterns against the black lace tops. The sight of the cum stains contrasting with the lace was undeniably arousing.

"It's time for some more play, right, slut?" mused Shigaraki.

Nodding eagerly, you responded, "Yes, master Tomura."

"Good girl," he said, cupping your cheek with his hand, smearing cum across it.

KiriBaku

Whenever your boyfriends returned from a mission, they were often overwhelmed by a flood of negative emotions that needed to be purged. They sought your support to help them release and cope with these feelings.

Was there a more effective way to release built-up tension than engaging in passionate, intense sex?

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Honestly, it was a bit challenging to put into words just how incredible it all felt. This experience stretched on for hours, and you could proudly declare that not once did you shed a tear, not once did you beg Kirishima and Bakugo to halt, and not once did you take a break. You owned every moment of it.

Both Kirishima and Bakugo would vigorously pound you in either the missionary or doggy style positions, striving to hold off their climaxes for as long as they could manage before finally withdrawing. They sure knew how to be good boys, didn't they?

"Alright, folks, it's finally time to cum," you declared with a cocky grin, dropping to your knees.

Kirishima wasted no time and pushed his impressive length into your mouth, earning a grateful moan that was followed by an attempt to say "thank you" around his massive dick, a futile effort. After thoroughly fucking your face, the red-haired hunk pulled back, and you looked up at him, admiring his glistening, straining muscles as he stroked his gorgeous cock.

"You've been such a good girl for us, haven't you?" he purred.

Meanwhile, Bakugo, standing beside Eijiro, aggressively worked his cock, already slick with your juices. "Tsch, Eijiro, she's always a good girl for us, weird hair," he grumbled.

Gazing up at the ash-blond man, you attempted your most convincing doe-eyed look. "Can I assist you, sir, please?"

He responded with a growl. "Yeah, you dumbass, what kind of question is that?"

You took his throbbing member in your hand, moving it skillfully up and down his shaft, while your other hand massaged Kirishima's weighty ball sack.

"Damn," Kirishima exclaimed, his cheeks flushed with arousal. "She's so good, Katsuki. So damn naughty."

Bakugo let out a derisive snort. "Tsch, I know, right? She's our lewd princess, after all."

And then it happened. It was, without a doubt, the biggest, creamiest, most ridiculously explosive facial you had ever experienced.

Bakugo was the first to reach his climax, releasing his thick, sticky cum all over your face. “Take it, doll, take all of it,” he snarled. It splattered across your nose, chin, and left cheek, before slowly trickling down onto your tits.

Kirishima followed as you gently squeezed his balls one last time. His creamy and runny cum splashed onto your mouth and right cheek, mingling with Bakugo's release in the process. “Oh, fuck!” Kirishima rolled his head back, groaning loudly.

Your face, eyes, nose, hair, and even your chest — everything was drenched in their copious release.

You sensually licked your lips, savoring the remnants of their release. You then scooped some of it up with your fingers, guiding them into your mouth and cleaning them off with deliberate sensuality, all the while putting on a tantalizing show for your boys.

"I believe it's time for some aftercare," Kirishima murmured, leaning in to kiss your lips, a soft moan escaping him as he tasted the lingering essence of both himself and Bakugo on your lips.

"I'll prepare a bath," Katsuki declared simply.

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honeyhotteoks · 2 years

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into the aurora - chapter twenty-eight (ot8)

chapter twenty-eight: it's all just treasure

chapter summary: after all that talk... you slip away with yunho, san, and wooyoung special note! this chapter was previously published as a one-shot called treasure a long, long time ago. i've completely rewritten so the thread of the fic is the same though. i far prefer this version.

warnings: heavy smut, but specific content warning for the use of a safe word mid sexual act. reader is momentarily panicked/overwhelmed, but no one is hurt at all and no boundaries are disrespected. otherwise; mmmf group sex, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), rough oral/face fucking, fingering, overstimulation, rough sex, gratuitous orgasms, light choking, allusion to woosan, big dick yunho, size kink, discussions of boundaries/safe word, aftercare

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, smut

word count: 5.6K

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You knew living in the dorms with them would be an adventure, but there was no way in the world you could have anticipated the position you find yourself in now. It’s not even really clear how you even ended up here, but after a long and stressful day and just enough soju, the tension crackling between you finally sparked. Spread across Yunho’s bed, pliant, needy, and nearly naked, you wait for someone to make the next move.

It shocks you, you’re the one who had suggested that the four of you slip away while the rest of the boys were out. You’re not sure what possessed you to take the step forward and stop talking in hypotheticals, but it certainly seemed like a good idea when you were cuddled between them and feeling their warm touches and soft murmurs against your skin.

Wooyoung dips forwards eagerly and locks his lips on yours, groaning as you work a hand into his open jeans and under the waistband of his boxers. San continues to kiss and nip at your inner thighs, easing your legs up over his shoulders so he has a better angle. Yunho lays lengthwise on your opposite side, his long legs hanging over the edge of the bed with one foot planted on the floor, watching in rapt fascination as he palms your breast and rolls a nipple experimentally with his thumb and forefinger. While you often catch him watching you during sex, it’s a rare thing that he gets to take a step back and see every moment of your pleasure, and he loves it.

At a pinch of your right nipple, you gasp against Wooyoung’s lips, and drop your head back on the comforter.

“Baby,” San murmurs from between your legs, his fingers hooked under the sides of your underwear. You look down to him and he continues, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Yunho’s hand stills and you look up to him, watching as his features soften. He smooths his hand down your bare stomach gently and meets your eyes, “It’s whatever you want,” he assures you, “but you should say it.”

You wet your lips and ease up on your elbows to meet Yunho, your mouth connecting with his softly. “I want you to take care of me,” you confess, “I don’t want to stop,”

Yunho’s eyes harden, a familiar expression of desire and soft aggression that you have come to seek out. He cups your neck with his warm hand, running the pad of his thumb down your throat. “You’ll have to earn it,” his voice is husky and low, and he drags his thumb back up over your throat, up your jaw, and gently presses your lips open, hooking his thumb on your bottom teeth and meeting your eyes.

You respond instantly, so familiar with this dance. You close your lips around his thumb, sucking lightly, before opening your mouth for more. “Good girl,” he says, pressing another finger against your tongue, watching you eagerly suck his digits, your eyes locked on his. With a low exhale he smiles, “That’s it,”

For a moment you forget anyone else is in the room, completely focused on Yunho’s gaze, but a labored “Fuck,” from Wooyoung draws both of your attention.

Yunho’s fingers leave your mouth, and you look to the side. Wooyoung is painfully hard, his hand softly gripping the base of his cock, “I had no idea,” he manages, his surprise at Yunho’s more commanding presence in the bedroom evident.

Yunho shakes his head and returns his hand to your breast, “try to keep up,” he shoots him a wry smile before turning to San and nodding once.

That’s all he needs. Before you can blink, your underwear is stripped away and San’s tongue is firmly against your clit, his hands gripping your thighs as he rolls the flat of his tongue on your sensitive bud. You inhale sharply, dropping your head back against the bed again, gripping Wooyoung’s thigh as he kneels by your shoulder.

San settles your legs over his shoulders again and holds you steady, dragging his tongue up your slit and sucking teasingly on your swollen nub, earning a rush of wetness between your thighs and a desperate whine from your lips. Your nails dig into Wooyoung’s thigh, your other hand searching for purchase in the sheets next to you as San works you. He adds a single finger, opening you up just a little, and you curse, catching Yunho’s hot gaze. His lips are parted as he watches you, his breath steady and low and his eyes devouring you.

San holds you against his mouth harder and you choke, “God, San,”

He hums pleasantly, the vibrations running straight up your spine, and he adds a second finger, curling upwards to catch against your g-spot and pumping them in time with his mouth’s ministrations.

Your back arches up off the mattress, your hips jerking, and you press your eyes shut, focused on the feeling of San between your legs and you’re already nothing but a panting mess.

Yunho runs a wide hand down your chest, your stomach, your hips, before leaning closer to murmur, “Sweetheart, don’t be greedy,”

Your eyes fly open, and you realize Yunho is gesturing to Wooyoung’s prone cock, only inches from your cheek. “Oh, Woo,” you smooth your hand down his leg, “Come here,”

“Yeah?” He checks and you nod, propping yourself up on your elbows and opening your mouth expectantly as he shuffles forwards on the bed.

Yunho’s hand settles warmly in the center of your back between your shoulder blades to take some of the pressure your core muscles that are helping hold you up as Wooyoung’s cock connects with your bottom lip. He groans when you softly lick the tip of him, wetting your lips and sliding your mouth down over his hot length. Wooyoung’s hand settles at the back of your head, winding into your hair and he gently guides your head as you start to bob your head against him.

“Fuck, y/n,” Wooyoung sighs.

You’re already overwhelmed with the sensations around you, but you take a deep inhale through your nose and settle yourself, sinking down fully on Wooyoung’s cock and opening your throat. You can’t help but gag softly, but you control it much better now and you can’t help but feel proud as you sink him fully in your mouth from tip to base.

“Oh, fuck, you’re getting good at that, baby,” Wooyoung hisses, and you hum softly against him in response.

Yunho’s hand shifts slightly on your back and you feel his fingers spread wide, pressing you forwards a little to support you better, and he sighs, “So good, you’re being so good for us, sweetheart,”

You whine around Wooyoung’s cock at his words, the pleasure rippling through you at his words and the building heat from San’s fingers now pumping more steadily inside you. Wooyoung mutters something above you that you can’t make out, and you realize quickly that he’s not talking to you.

Yunho responds to him, “Mhm,” and you can almost picture the smile on his face, “she loves it when you tell her how she’s doing,”

“Yeah?” Wooyoung looks down at you, his cock slipping free from your mouth so he can meet your eyes, smiling.

“Watch,” Yunho leans in close, at your ear startlingly quick, “I think you deserve a reward,”

You whine in affirmation, “Please, please,”

Wooyoung’s eyes widen watching you beg, he’s never seen it quite like this and his hand in your hair tightens.

San lifts his mouth away and looks up at you, breathless, “Are you close, baby?”

Your thighs are trembling around him, and by now he knows your body’s responses like clockwork, knows you’re close, but he likes it when you say it. “So close,” you pant.

“Woo,” Yunho nods towards him, gesturing for him to get involved again, and Wooyoung nods before eagerly pressing his cock back in your mouth.

San’s lips close over your clit again, his fingers now hitting the perfect pace, and your orgasm starts to build, your ability to properly focus on properly sucking Wooyoung falling by the wayside and you moan around him. He catches on quickly though, and starts to thrust into your mouth, holding you steady and letting you take him the way he needs.

Your free hand searches blindly for Yunho, your fingers closing over the fabric of the thin white t-shirt he’s still wearing, and you clutch the garment tightly. He hums pleasantly at your desperation before he makes you see stars. Running his hand firmly down your stomach, he presses the heel of his hand down against the sweet, soft spot above your public bone that he knows makes you dizzy, and you snap. The combination of the pressure, San’s fingers, and the return of his tongue against your clit breaks the dam and you whine, muffled and messy as you start to crest into coming, your body shaking beneath them. “There you go,” Yunho croons close to your ear, “that’s it,”

Wooyoung collapses over you then, supporting himself with his free arm and thrusting faster, chasing his own orgasm with abandon. “Fuck, fuck,” he groans above you, and you have the wherewithal to run your tongue along the underside of his shaft, hollowing out our cheeks and adding just that perfect bit of extra pressure. He comes with a gasp, his release spilling hot and sudden down your throat and as soon as you can you pull your head back sharply and Wooyoung lets you go.

Your mouth finally unobstructed, you cry out and arch back, your head against Yunho’s thigh as he supports you, coming hard and fast against San’s mouth. As you blink your eyes open, you see Wooyoung above you, leaning heavily on Yunho’s broad shoulder still, his eyes on you.

You’re shuddering, and Yunho’s hand relaxes, adjusting to stoke your skin softly, lovingly.

“Pretty baby,” San murmurs, kissing the insides of your thighs softly as you come down.

Wooyoung finally rocks back on his heels, pushing away from Yunho and looking down at you. “That was incredible,” he grins, cupping your cheek and gently massaging your scalp where moments before he had gripped your hair so tightly.

“I don’t,” you stutter, still trying to regain air and some semblance of what is up and what is down.

“Shh,” Yunho murmurs, “you okay?”

You nod and steady your breathing, assessing yourself, but what you really are desperate for is San. Flopped back on the mattress, you catch your breath and Yunho slips your hand free from his shirt so he can press his palm against yours. He squeezes your hand once, and you squeeze him back – you’re fine, you just need a minute.

San’s hand is running a steady, comforting line up your leg, waiting for you to recover when he hears you.

“I need it,” you manage, “baby, please,” your hand outstretched to San.

Yunho grins next to you, “You want more?”

You look down to San, his position resting still between your knees, and he smiles up at you, a little wolfishly, “What do you need, baby?”

“Sannie,” you open and close your outstretched hand to him, trying to communicate even through your brain is still foggy, “you, now, please,”

“Mm,” he hums, “You need me where?”

“San, please,” you beg.

“Tell us what you need,” Wooyoung offers, and the sound of his voice being assertive and direct melts you. It clears your brain just enough for you to beg once, “Inside me, please,”

“That wasn’t so hard,” Yunho chuckles, his fingers softly stroking along your side.

“God,” you sigh as San stands up to undo his jeans and slip them and his boxers off, “All three of you are teases,”

“You love it,” Wooyoung shoots back, and you grin, the banter with him something you were used to.

“You and your mouth,” you crane your neck to press a kiss to his bare thigh, the closest skin of his you can reach.

“Always make you come?” He drags his thumb over your nipple playfully and you bat back his hand.

“That was all me this time,” San interjects, kneeling on the bed and moving between your open legs.

You’re about to open your mouth to respond, but Yunho cuts in, “Do it again then,”

“Love to,” San hauls your hips up off the bed fast and you yelp in surprise, gasping as he presses into you suddenly. The angle of your hips up like this makes the push of him inside you delicious. You’re soaked, and he slides in easily, his warm length running a wave of pleasure across your body and making you shiver.

“You feel so good,” San groans as he begins to move, rolling his hips against yours and working himself in deeper.

“Fuck yes,” you breathe, relaxing into the sensations, the way San has you held leaves you little room to your hips on your own and he likes it that way.

Yunho gathers your wrists in one hand and raises your arms up over your head to pin them down to the mattress, and he watches your face twist up in pleasure.

Usually, San loves to take his time with you, drag things out for as long as possible, but something in his eyes today is starving and consuming, and his hands on your hips tighten so hard you know you’ll have bruises. You watch him as he thrusts into you, mouth parted softly, the muscles of his arms and shoulders tensing, and the feeling of his hips knocking firmly with yours, the sound of wet skin on skin.

You don’t notice at first that Wooyoung has left your side, you’re so singularly focused on the way San is making you feel, and the way Yunho is holding you down, his free hand dragging up and down your body softly with his nails, heightening the sensations. Wooyoung stands by San, his jeans fastened again but still shirtless, and you feel San tense in surprise when Wooyoung runs a hand down his back. “Oh,” San breathes, glancing to the side at his best friend.

Yunho looks up at the sound, smiles at them briefly and refocuses on you, but you keep watching.

“You look so good making her come,” Wooyoung admits, “so fucking hot,”

“Oh fuck,” you manage, moaning tightly and squirming your hips back against San’s, desperately shifting to try and hit the right spot, floored by how good the two of them look together between your thighs.

Yunho makes a sound to your side, and you snap your head over to look at him, through your haze you realize how neglected he’s been, so focused on you and your pleasure, and you crane your neck to catch his eye better. “Baby,” your voice catching, “Yunho, let me help you,”

You can see the strain of his cock against his sweatpants, tenting them, but he shakes his head and tightens his grip on your wrists, “Soon,” he says.

“y/n,” Wooyoung says, a smile in his voice, and you turn to look. He bites his lip, his eyes trained you, “you take his cock so fucking well,” he says, and drops a kiss on San’s bare shoulder.

You curse softly and groan, and you hear Yunho chuckle at your side.

“I’m not going to last,” San chokes out, and when you look back you can barely breathe, the sight of Wooyoung’s lips on San’s neck and the way his eyes have slipped shut, head lolling back.

“Let me help,” Wooyoung reaches around for you and slides his fingers directly over your clit, rubbing firm and frantic circles that normally wouldn’t hit the right pace, but suddenly have you crying out and arching up, your body moving on its own.

San clings to you, biting out a curse as he starts to come, and the combination of his frantic thrusts and Wooyoung’s fingers push you straight over the edge again. With your wrists held down and your hips held in place you stain against the three of them as they hold you down to ride out your orgasm.

“Good,” Yunho breathes, but you can hear the strain in his voice, and you know he must be desperate for someone to touch him too.

San eases your hips down to the mattress again, slipping his softening cock out of you and letting your legs drop open. You catch the shared look between San and Wooyoung easily, but thankfully there’s no discomfort there, just easy trust and a little open curiosity in their eyes.

You press up against Yunho’s hold on your wrists and turn to him, “Yun,”

He releases you immediately, and you reach up for him, bringing his face closer to catch his lips in a kiss. He inhales sharply, but responds immediately, his tongue dipping into your mouth against yours. You moan softly against him, and he breaks away, his forehead still resting on yours. He runs a hand down your front to cup your soaked cunt, “Can you take me, baby?” His voice is just him this time, no extra edge, and you know he’s just checking in with you.

“God, yes,” you nod against him, and rock your hips up into the flat of his hand, “I need you,”

He hums softly, pleased, and kisses you softly before pulling away entirely and moving off the bed to stand, “Let’s move up,”

You ease yourself up on your elbows, but after the amount they’ve already put you through you’re pretty sure your legs aren’t working right. Quickly sensing your dilemma, Yunho scoops you up with ease and shifts you up, closer to the center of the mattress. As you settle in the new position, you watch as he pulls off his shirt, running a hand through his dark hair before gesturing for Wooyoung, “Come over here and get behind her,”

He complies quickly, climbing back onto the bed and when Yunho pulls you up to a sitting position, Wooyoung slides in behind you with one leg on either side of you. “Like this?” He checks.

“Yeah,” Yunho eases you back down so that your back connects with Wooyoung’s slick chest, “support her,”

Wooyoung shifts, getting comfortable leaning against the headboard and letting you recline back onto him. You rest your hands on his thighs and allow yourself to relax fully into his touch as he drops soft kisses to your hairline. San moves to follow, and settles at your side, cupping one of your breasts softly and kneading it gently. You look up to him and he smiles, “Hi, baby,”

“Hey,” you sigh.

“Feeling good?” San checks, cupping your cheek for a moment.

“Really, really good,” you nod, and he smiles.

Yunho shucks off his sweatpants and boxers and kicks them to the side, and just like every other time before, his size sends a rush of nervous anticipation through you. He kneels on the bed between your legs and eases forwards to catch one of Wooyoung’s hands, placing it against your throat.

You nod eagerly and Yunho gives you a half smile, but refocuses on Wooyoung, laying his hand on top of his and showing him where to hold and how to press. Your mouth drops open with a gasp when he tries on his own, flexing his hand around your neck experimentally.

“Good,” Yunho nods.

“This okay?” Wooyoung flexes his hand again and checks with you.

You nod immediately against him, and feel yourself getting wet and needy again, your eyes back on Yunho who’s watching you hungrily. He runs his thumb across your abused clit softly, flicking it gently and making you whine, before shifting over you. He dwarfs you like always, and his large hands grip you tightly.

He directs his cock to your entrance and presses in, sliding in an inch at a time. “Fuck, tiny,” he groans, his brows tight together.

“Slow, slow,” you jerk your hips back, “please, Yunho,”

“Shh, shh,” he murmurs, keeping it slow and controlled as he moves into you, “I’ve got you sweetheart, I know you take me,”

Wooyoung’s fingers twitch tighter, and you can’t stop the desperate whimpers that bubble over as Yunho slowly works himself in until he’s fully seated inside you. It burns to stretch for him, it always does, but after a few moments and gentle rocks of his hips back and forth your muscles relax and accommodate him with ease.

“Yunho, God,” you stutter out.

He dips low and kisses you, leaving his hips dropped down against yours, and he murmurs a quick, “Okay?”

“Move, please,” you nod, and he shifts back up to start rolling his hips.

Your body feels sharp, every inch of your skin buzzing and your head dizzy, and despite the knot of tense pleasure building up again, every press of his body forwards connects your hips and runs a sharp spike of pain up your body from every shift against your overused clit.

Yunho shifts himself back to kneel, holding your hips tightly in his hands and thrusts in, hitting you as deeply as he can and from this angle the light bulge of his cock presses up visibly in your lower stomach. The sight of it makes you squirm, the slide of him against your soft spot making your hips jerk against him.

“Fuck, Yunho,” San manages, seeing the ripple in your stomach and watching you come apart at the seams.

Yunho ignores him, focused entirely on the way your head has dropped to the side, looking like you’ve been fucked dumb with your mouth hanging open and your eyes pressed tightly shut. You groan when San drips to catch a nipple in his mouth, sucking sharply and flicking it with his tongue, Wooyoung using his free hand to tweak your other nipple, and Yunho watches as you whine against them.

You’re fully caught between them all now, and you can barely keep up with the way you were falling apart, the feeling of Yunho filling you to an almost painful proportion combined with the heady loss of air and their sharp ministrations almost too much to handle.

“Fuck, baby,” Yunho pants above you, “you take me so well every time,”

You whine softly, and your hips jerk on their own, pressing up into him and Yunho mistakes it for you silently pleading for more. “Harder?” he says, his voice teasing, “look at you, you’re so full, tiny,”

At the words your brain somersaults, but then his thrusts become faster, needier, and harder into you. The sound of his panting and soft groans in your ear suddenly drowned out by your own heartbeat. The raw feeling from being thoroughly fucked doubles, and when the head of Yunho’s cock gently connects with your cervix, you jerk. Wooyoung’s hand on your throat stifles your voice, and you try to swim up but are struggling for your words. Black spots dance across your vision, no amount of blinking clearing them, hot tears rolling down your temples. When Yunho hits the spot again, you know you have to get out.

Frantically you tap Wooyoung’s thigh with your available hand, striking him firmly and his grip on your throat releases, letting you suck in a gulp of air, the feeling dizzying. "Treasure!” You choke out, reaching back in your mind for the safe word you’ve never used before, the word crystal clear in the air in this moment of your striking panic.

Yunho rocks back immediately, he’s been waiting for this moment, always knowing that with his level of intensity and obvious size difference there was always a chance it would be too much. Wooyoung’s hand drops away from your throat and San looks up at you, studying your face to see what could be wrong.

You stay collapsed against Wooyoung’s chest, your breathing shaky and you blink to try and clear your vision. Yunho reaches for you, pulling your face gently up to meet his eyes, “y/n? Hey,” he cups your cheeks, “y/n, talk to me,”

Your vision finally clears and the first thing you realize is that Yunho is directly in your eyeline, clearly panicked, “I’m okay,” you manage, clearing your throat gently, “I’m okay,”

Yunho looks relieved, leaning away a little to give you more space. San brushes his fingers down your hair softly, “What happened, baby?”

You shake your head against Wooyoung and take another raspy breath, “I got scared,”

Yunho’s eyes soften instantly, his expression crumbling and he shakes his head, “I’m so sorry,”

“No, no,” you protest, “it’s okay, it was just a lot all at once, I was afraid I might pass out,” but when you shift against Wooyoung Yunho watches the way you wince and lifts his hands off you.

Wooyoung wraps an arm around you and kisses your head, lips against your hair when he says, “I was too rough with you, I’m so sorry,”

Tears gather in your eyes, and you try to swallow back the knot in your throat, knowing that crying will only make them more terrified, but you’re suddenly emotionally overwhelmed and Yunho’s not touching you now, and that fact combined with the look on his face makes your chest tight.

The sound of San pulling on his jeans draws your attention and you shift to look at him, “Where are you going?” The idea that he might leave you now of all times is more upsetting than anything.

“Hey,” he notices you’re fighting off tears instantly and pulls you into his arms, cradling you close, “I’ve got you; I was just going to get you water, that’s it. I’m not going anywhere,”

“I have to,” Yunho starts behind you, but his words trail off, and when you turn you see that he’s tugged his sweats back on and he drags his hands through his hair, his eyes faraway.

“Yunho, don’t,” Wooyoung shakes his head, “Sit down.”

Tears spill over, and there’s a sharp noise when you take an inhale. Yunho’s eyes snap to you, and you shake your head, “Don’t go, please don’t go,”

He shakes his head, and finally reaches for you. San passes you over carefully, and Yunho settles back down to sit on the bed, cradling you now in his lap.

“I’m getting that water,” San says.

“Wait,” Yunho stops him, tearing his eyes away from you, “get something with sugar, and toss me that sheet,”

San and Wooyoung both yank the sheet up and hand it over, and Yunho tucks it around you, before gently holding your cheek in his hand, brushing tears away, “Did I hurt you?” His voice is raw.

Wooyoung watches quietly, up and on his knees, ready to do something but not knowing what.

“It’s not that,” you assure Yunho and take a deep breath, able to control yourself better now that you are in his arms, and you know he’s not leaving.

“Don’t lie,” he murmurs quietly, “not to me,”

Before you can answer, San’s back, water bottles tucked under his arm and fistfuls of candy, gummy ropes and chocolates. He tosses everything down on the bed and Wooyoung snaps up a water bottle to crack open the seal and pass it over to you. Yunho leans back and gives you a little space to drink the water and choke down some of the gummy candy before he runs his hand up and down your arm, nodding at you to answer his question.

“It’s never hurt before,” you admit.

His fingers tighten on you, “but it did today?”

“A little,”

“Fuck,” he breathes, and the look on his face is too much.

“Yunho, no,” you protest, reaching for him, “it was just everything all at once. I’m okay, I’m not hurt, I’m not upset, I just needed to stop, and you stopped.”

He pulls you to him, dropping his face down onto your shoulder, “I never want to hurt you,” he whispers, and you hear the tense crackle in his voice.

“I know,” you squeeze his hand, “and you didn’t. You did what I needed, you all did,”

He nods against you, and you feel Wooyoung and San shuffle closer on either side of you, finding some patch of skin to stroke and soothe you. They watch the moment between you and Yunho carefully, knowing they’d feel exactly the same, and Wooyoung reaches out to squeeze Yunho’s shoulder and offer a bit of silent comfort.

After a few minutes, Wooyoung breaks the silence, “Is there anything we can do?” His fingers knead comforting circles in your extended palm.

You sigh, leaning back from Yunho a bit to look up at them, “Something more substantial to eat maybe?”

Wooyoung nods immediately, “Food, on it,”

“Actually,” you stop him from running off and lean back from Yunho a little more so you can swipe at your eyes and take a deep breath, your head finally feeling clear, “if someone can help me get cleaned up, I say we meet back on the couch for food and something to watch?”

San brushes your hair behind your ear and nods, “Of course,” he says, “we’ve got you, we’ll always take care of you.”

Wooyoung nods and squeezes your hand again.

Yunho kisses your temple, “Let’s get you cleaned up then,”

He stands with you still in his arms, angling towards the door, but quickly checking with San, “Is anyone else home yet?”

“Nobody,” he confirms.

Yunho moves you into the bathroom and sets you down on the counter softly, and Wooyoung leaps up, rushing ahead of you both to turn on the warm shower and lay out some towels.

“I’m going to start some food,” Wooyoung makes sure you know where he’ll be, before looking up to Yunho, “you got this?”

“Yeah,” he says, his voice still a little hoarse.

“I’ll see you in twenty, babe,” Wooyoung gives you a quick kiss, trying to lighten the mood a little already and giving you and Yunho some space.

San watches Yunho check the heat of the shower, and steps close to you, “You’re alright?”

“I promise,” you tell him, and he runs his hand along your thigh.

“I should help Woo,” he murmurs, kissing you tenderly before stepping away, “and I’ll give you some space.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly, and with a last look he slips out the door.

“Ready?” Yunho kicks off his sweats again and reaches for you.

You nod and ease yourself off the bathroom counter to stand on your own two feet, despite how shaky your legs are. He catches your forearm for support, and you lean on him as you both climb into the warm spray. From behind you, he holds you against him again and dips his head to rest against yours, “You mean so much to me,” he confesses, the tension still evident in his voice, “I never want to cause you pain.”

“I know,” you run your hand along his arm wrapped around you, “but you didn’t, I just got overwhelmed.”

“I’m sorry,” he says again, and you shake your head.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” you lean back against his chest, “you made sure I picked a safe word for a reason, and I know we never wanted to use it, but we did it right.”

He’s quiet, holding you close.

“Yunho,” you turn your head to the side and kiss his arm, “you made me feel so safe,”

“Safe?” you hear the tone of his voice, and you shake your head.

“You listened,” you insist softly, repeating yourself and intent on making him understand that the problem isn’t a moment of discomfort, it would have been a dismissal of your boundaries, “you heard me, and you stopped, and you stayed with me. That’s all I could have asked for.”

He doesn’t respond but wraps you tightly in his arms and says everything in his soft embrace and gentle rocking. He helps you shower, easing you through the process and wraps you in an oversized fluffy towel at the end. San had grabbed a comfortable change of clothes for you from your room, and you slip into them happily and braid back your wet hair.

In the living room you gather back together, wrapped up in each other’s laps as you rest, keeping as much skin on skin contact as possible. Yunho’s starts to relax by the time you're midway through eating, and it releases any lingering tension about the night, leaving you just in the middle of a movie night with your boys.

When the first movie of the night rolls its credits, you shift in San’s embrace, “I want you to know,” addressing them all now, “I liked what we did. I want,” you pause and collect your thoughts, “I want to do it again. Maybe just less passing out next time, we can take water breaks,” you smile.

“I would love to,” Wooyoung says first, and you don’t miss the quick flick of his eyes to San, “as long as you feel comfortable.

“I do,” you nod.

“Okay,” San nods, “then we’ll try again sometime, but for tonight let’s just take it easy.”

“Definitely,” you agree.

Yunho’s still quiet for a few moments, but when you look to him, he nods, “Next time we’ll be more careful,”

You sigh in relief, taking his hand in yours, “Next time.”

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thedevilshardy · 1 year

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What turns them on - Tom Hardy Character Study

Part I: Alfie, Bane, Eames. Smut.

Alternative titel: how to get them hard.

Or: just my horny nonsense.

Alfie Solomons

This man is the definition of a lady killer. He scares you in a way, but in a good one - that's why you're not afraid of coming too close to him. You let your hands wander over his shoulders, grip the joints, and love the deep grunt that escapes his chest.

Once you have his attention, he will not stop. He pushes you into the corner of the room, grabs a handfull of your hair - pulls your head back, and sucks in the scent of your throat. You can feel his body very close to you, can feel his groin, the heat that spreads from there. You can feel he's already half hard, but that's not enough for you. You need more of this.

He pushes your hands away when you try to touch his dick - "lil' cocky, ain't we, luv" he growls into your ear, and then he pushes you against the wall for real, back smashed against the wall, and his hip just dives between your legs.

He has a kink for dresses, so if you wear one - his hands are already there, pushing up the fabric, just enough that his fingers can sneak between your folds - and this makes him hard now, fully hard, and he has no shame in pushing this thick dick right in between your legs, and it's hot and more than anything you ever wanted...

Bane

Thick, broad, strong - Bane is a fucking huge monster, and he for sure knows how to use his apperiance to spread fear. But also something else, and it's you who gets to experience it. First, you swallow when you feel his heated hand in your hair, on your throat, exploring your skin for good. It's a surprise, knocking out the air in your lungs when you land with your back on a bed - with his thick legs spreading yours, his knees between your thighs so he can see what he desires.

Bane is fast in undressing you - but then, once your clothes are gone and he sees you naked, bloomed open for him like a wild flower - he takes his sweet time. His fingers are nearly soft in exploring your folds, your wet middle, your goddamn heat. He growls, and he pushes his heavy body closer to you, and you can feel what it does to him. It's not easy to oversee this huge bulge in his pants, and all you want is to be spread open with this dick.

He doesn't let you feel it, this thick huge cock, not now. He still takes his time touching you, making you so fucking wet is almost not bearable - and you can feel that your screams for more are making him harder every second he's not inside you.

He's a sucker for visual things. Watches you like something he's possessed by.

Eames

Cheeky as he is, he never fails to impress with the way he gets hot. It's not only your shared flat where he wants to get it on with you - you can't even travel without him being all around you. He loves to touch, to grope, to just feel something of you on his skin. It's not unusual that you feel his hands on your ass when you both check in for a flight.

He adores adventures, that's why he tends to stroke you hidden - first, on visible spots that just make you giggle, then he goes further. He's a master in touching you without anyone noticing - that's why he ends up fucking grinding his fingers between your legs, despite your jeans. It's nearly enough to make him fully hard - but only nearly, cause he knows what you are about to do.

Eames adores blowjobs. Once you pull him in the very tight cabine of the toilet of the flight and drop down to your knees, you can be sure that his dick is already grown to full hardness when you pull it out. He loves watching you licking your lips before you suck his dick in, between those pillow soft lips of yours. It gets him hot and horny in seconds, and he keeps your head down just to make sure you won't slip off. He tastes salty and sweet, showing you exactly how fucking weak he gets when you do this.

#tom hardy #character sheet #fanfic #alfie solomons #bane #eames #eames inception #bane x reader #alfie x reader #eames x reader

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elliewlums · 2 years

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𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

* = smut bold = dark

𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬:

the munsons [series]

the adventures of you, eddie, and your baby jade

free use*

eddie uses you in your sleep

just one date*

gross!bully!eddie convinces you to go on a date with him

one more minute

you hallucinate eddie after his death

birthday girl*

bully!eddie gives you a break on your birthday and it has the opposite effect than desired. cue car sex, panty stealing and a whole lot of hickeys.

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬:

steddie with a puppy!hybrid!reader

eddie comforts you when you’re anxious around his friends

eddie with a breeding kink*

steddie taking care of their sick girl

stepbrother!eddie teaches you how to smoke

stepbrothers steddie mutually masturbate thinking about you*

poly!steddie seeing who can make you come more times*

eddie takes care of you after vecna nearly kills you

eddie reassures you when gareth implies he’s tired of you

eddie and his uncut cock*

you’re upset when bully!eddie takes another girl on a date

bully!eddie overstims you*

you push eddie away when he makes a new friend

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬:

yandere!eddie

more yandere!eddie (+ steve)

bat!eddie

eddie x touch starved!reader

toxic, possessive reader. toxic, possessive eddie

eddie and steve’s dicks

kidnapper!eddie who…

#eddie x fem!reader #eddie my love #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #steddie x y/n

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666writingcafe · 7 months

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Levi's Object

The House of Lamentation (8)

MC: I am going to have to return to the human world soon, but before I go, I would like an object from each of you that I can take with me and use to summon you.

General Content Warning: hinted praise kink, implied double dick action

I'm torn. Like, seriously torn.

I have the perfect thing to give to MC, but I don't know if I want to part with it. It might just be the most valuable item in my collection, and it's one-of-a-kind, so it's not like I can buy another one off the internet or something.

Should I? Do I? Won't I? Can't I?

When MC enters my room, I make a split-second decision and give them my gift. Well, more like I shoved it at them, but same difference. They look contemplatively at it before setting it down gently.

"You're struggling to part with this, aren't you?" they ask.

"Yes. I know it's just a script from a school play, but--"

"--it was written and autographed by your favorite author. I understand completely." They pause, a smile forming on their lips. "I will be right back." Before I can stop them, they open my door and leave my room.

My insecurities cause me to start spiraling. What if they think it's stupid? What if they're laughing at me? What if they're telling Simeon, and--

Enough.

That's strange. I've never heard that voice before. It sounds like me, but a lot more confident.

They wouldn't do that to you. They have accepted you for who you are. If they didn't like you, they wouldn't listen patiently to you as you ramble on about your interests. Furthermore, they wouldn't actively learn more about you so that they can better engage with you. They are your Henry. They would never betray you.

"Everything alright?" MC's back. "You didn't think I was running away, were you?"

"M-maybe," I nervously admit.

"I apologize. I should have told you where I was going. You see, I still had my copy of the script for With Me, and I had Simeon sign it as well." Oh. Oh my Lord. They're seriously giving me their copy of the script?!

"I left a little message for you as well," they state as they hand the script to me. Flipping to the very last page reveals their note.

ᵀᵒ ᵐᵞ ᴸᵒʳᵈ ᵒᶠ 𝑠ʱᵅᵈᵒʷ˒

ﺍ ʱᵅᵛᵉ ᵉⁿﻧᵒᵞᵉᵈ ᵗʱᵉ ᵐᵅⁿᵞ ᵅᵈᵛᵉⁿᵗᓑʳᵉᣵ ʷᵉ ʱᵅᵛᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʱᵉʳ˒ ᵅⁿᵈ ﺍ ʱᵒᵖᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵒⁿ ᵐᵅⁿᵞ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʷꜟᵗʱ ᵞᵒᓑ. ⲏᵉʳᵉ̍ᣵ ᵗᵒ ᵒᓑʳ ʳᵉᶩᵅᵗꜟᵒⁿᣵʱꜟᵖ. ᴹᵅᵞ ꜟᵗ ᶜᵒⁿᵗꜟⁿᓑᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᶩᵒᣵᣵᵒᵐ ᵅⁿᵈ ᶠᶩᵒᓑʳꜟᣵʱ.

ᵞᵒᓑʳ ⲏᵉⁿʳᵞ

(Transcription: To my Lord of Shadow, I have enjoyed the many adventures we have gone on together, and I hope to go on many more with you. Here's to our relationship. May it continue to blossom and flourish. Your Henry)

The next thing I know, I throw my arms around MC and bring them close to me. The fact that they went through the trouble of doing that...no one has ever been so thoughtful towards me before.

"It's okay, Levi." Shit. Have I been crying? Wouldn't surprise me, honestly. I tend to do that when I fan-boy a bit too hard. MC proceeds to gently kiss me on the cheek, and I momentarily freeze.

"You're not playing fair, doing something like that." The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop myself from saying them.

"All's fair in love and war." What to do? This is usually the part in romantic anime when the main character kisses the love interest, but do I have the confidence to do such a thing?

I didn't use to. I would have ruined the moment somehow, because in the back of my mind, I thought I didn't deserve to do such things. I was my worst saboteur.

But now...

I don't stop myself this time. Instead, I give in to my desires.

I feel MC smile against my lips as I kiss them.

"Good boy," they murmur, sending shivers down my spine. "I'm so proud of you."

Do they know, or did they stumble upon that knowledge accidentally?

The look on their face when we pull away suggests the former. Who told them?

"Surprised?" they ask.

"How...?" I'm too nervous to finish the sentence.

"In some ways, you and I are really similar." Oh. I see. I suppose that makes sense.

"Anyway, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," MC continues.

"Okay..."

"So, I've seen a few pictures of higher level demon forms, where they start looking more like the animal they're representing. You took on a more serpentine form. I was wondering if--"

"Yes." I know they didn't ask their question, but if I'm correct...

"Even in your human form?" I nod my head. I knew it. "How does that work? Like, do you take care of one at a time, or are you doing both simultaneously?"

"Usually one at a time. I don't have enough coordination to do both." Where is this conversation going?

"Would it overwhelm you to do both?"

"I...I don't know."

"Wanna find out?"

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me levi #obey me leviathan

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prxttybxybxstxrd · 2 months

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I know most people who follow me here know what to expect from Alibaba and know what kinda shit he's up to BUT just to reiterate

Alibaba is an unapologetic, hedonistic misogynist. If your muse is a woman, there is next to no chance he is going to treat them remotely human. He does not care about their hopes, their dreams, their wants or needs and, in certain cases (by request only) orientation and gender identity. The only time he's going to even do so is to lower their guard enough to sink his proverbial fangs into them.

He has a range of abilities specifically designed to get him whatever he wants. Literal reality warping to get the plot related events he desired. He dick literally breaks the will of women and turn them into obedient sluts after one load.

He does not care about them. They are a toy to be used and tossed aside once hes bored of them. When you throw your girls at him, there is a next to zero chance that they will not be seduced, fucked, and discarded without a second thought. The only exceptions so far have been with those who are actively fighting against his bullshit aura and are straining their force of will against his or are so wholely devoted to a divine cause and are blessed with divine protection beyond his immediate ability: Case in point @haemoxin's Miya and @colors-of-adventure's Kara.

He is a completely and utterly awful person. Horrible, uncaring an irredeemable. A lot of unsavory kinks and themes will be present here with him. If you cannot handle any of this, you cannot handle him an i suggest you move elsewhere.

#;ooc

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thrawnspetgoose · 9 months

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How it ended:Epilogue. ThrantoxF!reader

Kinktober contribution.

Warnings: The completion to the thranto x reader series with some serious smut. There should be nothing said. Bandage guy on girl. Threesome anal oral teasing.

As always read at your own risk and enjoy.

It had been adventurous when you blue husband returned to the Ascendancy. And even more so when he declared he was going to marry you and Eli.

When conflict ended and everything was said and done, the three of you had settled down on a back water world in a decent house to raise a family.

Eli still worked for the CDF on his Skywalker data analysis while playing the homemaker to you and Thrawn, who were the breadwinners. Thrawn to still did the odd commission but was becoming a renowned art dealer, with your art being his main product.

Your family was big. Biologically you had 9 children on top of a handful of Skywalker who wanted to stay with Eli. Un'nee being one.

It was your anniversary, and Thrawn had booked a sex dungeon resort. Yes. A sex dungeon. An exotic resort with the purpose of being a place for couples to explore kinks.

It's been glorious, no kids, having left a begrudging Ar'alani and company to babysit, which meant the sex wasn't hurried.

Currently, Thrawn had tied you to a chair and was heartedly kissing your cowboy. Eli looked glorious his tan skin flushed, gorgeous dick standing at attention with a cockring at his base.

You whimpered at the sight straining wanting in on the action, only to jolt and whine into the gag as Thrawn pressed the remote springing to life the vibrator in your dripping cunt.

The blue bastard smirked at you, pulling away from Eli, who whimpered as he allowed Thrawn to gently pushing the younger man to his knees.

Eli eagerly engulfed the beautiful blue cock in his mouth which also had a cockring at its base. As the warmth of your cowboy's mouth took in your blueberry's cock the vibrator in your cunt stopped.

You whine only to whimper loudly as Thrawn reaches over, retrieving the device with gorgeous dexterous fingers and he lefts the vibrator to his lips. Tasting you.

"Mm. Exquisite as always" He pulls Eli off him who gasps and happily sucks the vibrator when it is offered. He moans as he tastes you and Thrawn looks very delighted watching him.

Eli's hands are tied behind his back but he looks happy to let Thrawn lead this room, one he had requested and wanted it to be the last room of the weekend.

Thrawn presses a kiss to Elis forehead before guiding him to kneel on the bed across from the table you're on.

"Keep it there." Thrawn instructs pressing the vibrator between Elis lips once more as glowing eyes turn to you roving your form.

Like a predator, Thrawn walks towards you, stroking his beautiful length as his eyes ravage your naked restrained form. He reaches out and runs cool blue fingers up your belly, stroking the stretchmarks left from 9 children. All beautiful like their fathers. But Eli claims that he sees you in all of them. Thrawn does to, and is mostly the reason you have that many. The man just loves you being pregnant and the knowledge that he and Eli did that arouses him.

He leans down, kissing you sloppily, not caring for grace, wanting you to taste yourself and Eli on his lips.

Eli moans as he watches you both eyes darkened with lust and desire for the two people he adores most.

The hand not holding the controller for the vibrator reaches down, and expert fingers slide through your folds and circle your clit barely pushing in.

You whimper, hips pushing up to meet those glorious fingers. Thrawn growls in warning delivering a quick slap to your pussy. It stings and burns pleasantly.

You moan loudly now that you are free from you gag and Thrawn smiles pleased. He deftly undoes the binds holding you to the table. "Be a good girl and remove my cockring."

You do as instructed watching as he exhales heavily before strong blue arms lift you up bringing your legs to rest around his hips as he lines up with your pussy before dropping you with practiced ease.

Your back arches as you hiss with pleasure. Thrawn moves still standing, giving Eli a good view of the show about to begin.

Slowly. Agonizingly slowly Thrawn begins to bounce you on his cocktail as you choke back sobs of pleasure clinging to his shoulders.

Eli settles back watching, sucking the toy still between his lips as Thrawn increases the speed with which he is fucking into you, roughly bouncing you on his glorious blue cock.

Suddenly, you're slammed onto the bed beside your human husband, your back arching as you gasp and whimper, insuprise from this show of surprising strength.

Thrawn takes a moment, wrapping an arm under your hips to tilt them at an angle, letting him hit that spot that has you keening.

You openly whimper and wreath in the Chiss' grasp as Eli watches hips jolting as he watches his husband and wife fuck like lothcats beside him.

Reaching out a hand to touch Eli the man shudders when he feels your hand on his need seemingly forgotten length. Eli thrusts into you hand with abandon moaning around the vibrator as he chases relief.

Thrawn drops the remote beside you, his hand joining yours on Eli's dick.

You feel it it as a sudden crescendo stiffening and shaking as you orgasm around Thrawns cock. The man stiffens as this pulls his from him spilling inside you. He gives you a quick kiss remaining inside and leans over, undoing the cockring on Eli's dick. He dips down and takes the dick of his husband into his mouth sucking noisily teasing the younger man's balls.

Eli throws his head back moans as he finally gets the relief of Cumming. Thrawn collects all the spill before returning to your lips and delivers Eli's salty goodness silently, ordering you to swallow it. You do so eagerly before finally relaxing from orgasmic bliss as both men move to snuggle beside you, holding each other tight.

Taglist: @thrawns-babygirl @al-astakbar @khapikat222

"Thank you, my loves," You whisper, drifting in the haze of sleepiness that comes from rough play.

Eli smiles, kissing your temple, and Thrawn kisses your hairline, placing a large blue hand on your belly. "And we you." He replies in that gorgeous voice tired.

You smile. Yes the three of you were no longer young, but times like these are truly worth cherishing.

A couple of months later and from the ensure you share with your husband's, "FOR MAKERS SAKE THRAWN!!!"

Eli doesn't even need to ask and gives the Chiss who looks far to pleased with himself a look. "You are in for it."

A/N: thank you for reading. I hope you all liked this. I have some more Chiss content as well as some other stuff planned for kinktober plz enjoy and keep an eye out. Happy Kinktober

#thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #eli vanto x reader #thranto #thrawn #kinktober #thranto x reader #thrawn x reader x eli vanto #thrawn x eli vanto

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STORY: Choose

This is an explicit story dealing with mind control, brainwashing, gooey kinks, and of course the dreaded, always-controversial topic of same-sex desire. If any of this upsets you, you shouldn’t have even read this far.

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"The first thing I have to say is that this is where dreams come true, albeit with the proviso that sometimes they come true before they become your dreams."

Hart jolted awake at the words. Instinctively, he tried to sit up. Straps, across forehead, throat, chest and stomach, held him down. Blocks to either side of his head kept him from turning his neck. Then he realized his eyes were closed. He tried to open them, felt them taped shut.

Even his fingers were folded inside some kind of hard case on each hand.

"What the fuck?" How had this happened? "You just fucking kidnapped me? What the fuck is this shit?"

"Never mind how we found you," the male voice answered, calm, poised. "That's not important now."

“The fuck it's not," Hart was crying now, in hard ragged gasps. "The fuck it's not."

"Look, we know your browsing history. We've been monitoring your social media patterns." And with that, Hart felt a gloved hand grab the semi-hard cock between his naked legs, and squeeze.

"And we have even made a thorough study of your porn preferences and habits. We know, despite your protests, just how much you object to this."

"Fuck you," Hart growled. "Because I get off to the fantasy, doesn't mean I give automatic permission to just anyone to do with me what they want!"

Hart struggled more. In addition to the straps at his forehead, throat, chest and waist, there were others at his biceps, wrists, thighs and feet.

The voice, supremely confident, chuckled a bit, then resumed. "But you see, we're all about consent. We're not going to do anything to you from here on out without you requesting it."

"Fuck you! Then what is this?"

The man kept talking, not taking his gloved hand off Hart's dick. "A starting point. Zero on the x and the y axis. The path you take from it is to a large extent going to be made from your choices, and the consequences of your choices. Think of it as one of those choose your own adventure books for children, just without being able to skip to the end, or flip back and change your mind once you find a decision doesn’t work out as you thought.” The man snickered.

“Here's how it's going to work. Every six hours, I or one of the brothers will call on you. You can make a request of us. We may even suggest some requests to you for you to make. To make sure we don't jump the gun, and that you only commit to a choice you truly intend, you must say please--"

"Then, please, fucking please, let me go."

"Heh. Well you see, that's where the fun comes in. Each time you make a request of us, there's a consequence. It’s not so much that we take something, it’s that we make a choice for you, in exchange. Usually, we don't inform you precisely what that is, beforehand. But for right now, I'll make an exception. We are quite happy to let you go. It's just that we'd give you an old-fashioned lobotomy. Really screw with your higher brain functions. To make sure you're not able to tell people about your little adventure with us. Doesn't that sound fun?"

"Fuck you, you're bluffing, you don't have someone who can do brain surgery!"

"I assure you, lobotomies really quite simple. They performed them by the millions in mental hospitals around the world until a few decades ago, and it's not even really necessary to our purposes that it be performed under the most demandingly sanitary of conditions."

Hart felt his head start to pound. He was panicking.

"But if you would care to call my bluff, all you have to do is say, one more time, 'please let me go.' 'Please' and 'thank you', you may have heard, are magic words."

"Fuck." Hart relented. He could feel the tears rolling down his cheek and the sides of his face.

"We'll get to that later. Now, the rest of the rules are really quite simple. You may decide to ask for complex things, or things which would require multiple steps beyond where you find yourself. For example, you may ask for regular gym sessions. Right now, you're not even really ambulatory. So the options available to you for a request are limited to what would involve a single action from the situation in which you find yourself now. Likewise, your request can never be to undo a previous consequence. Instead each consequence has to be accepted as a permanent alteration to your mode of life."

"Why me, oh fucking Christ, why me?"

"That progress you were making at the gym lately may have had something to do with it, but like I said, it's too late to worry about all that now."

"Dude, just let me go."

"Say please, and I will, but with that, as I said, little price that you would have to pay."

"What do you want from me?" Hart screamed.

"It's more what we're going to give you." If Hart wasn't mistaken, there was something almost warm in his tone.

"Fu-uu-uck."

"So, before I go for your first six hours, let me give you your first suggested request. You can have your vision back--"

"Okay." Hart was nodding, eager. Something, anything, to get out of this prison of darkness and immobility, even a little bit.

"But I will do now what I will not do later on. Here as with letting you go, I will explain the consequence so you can make, just this once, an informed choice. If you choose to get the use of your eyes back, we will want half the time you use them to be consuming visual stimulus we choose for you to shape your consciousness to our purposes--"

"You mean by fucking brainwashing me--"

"Yes, but we're asking your permission first. Half the time, you get the full use of your visual senses. The other half, you're consuming well, whatever we choose for you. You'll quickly become addicted, so it won't seem that onerous--"

"No."

"So, no to you being able to see again?"

"Not if it means that." Hart was defiant now. “I’ll not become your automaton, or your drone, or whatever it is you fucking want.”

The male hand let go of his cock. Hart had not been entirely aware how tightly he had been gripping it. Blood started to flow into it again.

"Fair enough, then I'll ask again in six hours. We’ll see what that might change. Is there anything else you might like?"

"What's the consequence for getting you to fucking off yourself?"

"See you in six hours."

And with that Hart felt a coiled spring relax, and headphones cup his ears, such that all ambient noise ceased. Then he felt a force at his lips, and the touch of hard plastic. He opened his mouth and realized it was some kind of gag that pushed itself into his mouth and then inflated to fill seemed to fill his entire throat. Once it inflated, he could not make a sound. The outside world, other than the sensations of the straps and tapes and blocks and objects in which he was caught, was lost to him. The only things he could perceive were the artifacts of his imprisonment.

He wondered how long it would be. He kept wondering. He kept expecting something to happen. Nothing did.

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The Ghost of You on My Skin

Jungkook and Jimin travel to a remote island in hopes that the trip will allow them to unwind and reconnect. When their plans turn on them and they wind up lost in the woods, they seek refuge with a mysterious stranger who opens their eyes to a world of desire beyond anything they have experienced before.

🐍 Jungkook x Jimin x Yoongi 🐍 word count: 11k 🐍 established relationship, strangers to lovers, monster fucker au, a hint of angst, smut, pwp, fluff, poly, slash, nsfw, 21+ 🐍 warnings: 🕊 dead dove! fear kink! slight pain kink! vore simulation! shapeshifting, vampire biting & sucking, werewolf attacking & fucking, snake swallowing & double-dick fucking, tentacle fucking. top yoongi, bottom jungkook & jimin, being overwhelmed and overstimulated, oral & anal sex, spit-roasting, subspace, threesome, mild dubcon bc yoongi uses magic to calm them, jungkook & jimin bicker a bit to set up the incredibly flimsy plot. 🐍 notes: the monster fucking in this fic gets intense at times, but it is all an illusion, and everyone comes out of it safely. nobody's blood is drained, and the vore is completely simulated. still, if topics like blood and claustrophobia make you uncomfortable, feel free to skip this one. it's tagged as dead dove so the warnings are taken seriously, but this is pretty tame compared to other fics i have with that warning. 🐍 written for the YoonMinKook Fest! 🐍 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading! 🐍 posted jan. 2023; nov. 2022 on ao3 | read on ao3

"Are you sure this is the right way?" Jimin asks sheepishly.

The crunch of dry leaves and twigs falls silent as Jeongguk stops in his tracks and glances around, then back at his map—nothing looks familiar or correct. Beside him, Jimin shivers with the neck of his sweater pulled up to his ears. A wave of frustration washes over Jeongguk, and he lets out a heavy sigh.

"No," Jeongguk says simply. "The map the guide gave us said to go down this path—the same path we walked earlier—but nothing looks right."

"It's already getting late," Jimin mutters beside him, and Jeongguk bites his tongue. He knows it is getting late—he can see with his own two eyes that the sun has set and it is getting dark. He hates himself for feeling adventurous enough to return to the secluded part of the sea that he and Jimin had found earlier in the morning. He is not a teenager anymore; he should know better than to go trampling off into the woods at night. Although the guide wouldn't stop talking about how the moon looks reflected on the sea, from where they are, there may as well not be a moon at all.

Feeling resolved to call this excursion a wash and turn back to their hotel, Jeongguk sighs and lets his arms drop to his sides. "Let's just go back," he mutters, defeated.

So go back they do, down the winding forest path, the exact way they came. Only, as they reach what should be the end of the forest line, Jeongguk slowly passes the flashlight from left to right, realizing they are not where they should be. The trees are just as dense, and nothing looks familiar. Panic rises, but he breathes through it and attempts to get his bearings.

"Something is wrong, isn't it?" Jimin asks meekly from beside him.

"I don't...quite know..." Jeongguk mutters, words fading to ash as he glances ahead and notices, in the near distance, a rectangular light shining between trees. A house. Jeongguk has spotted a house.

Jeongguk knows that the clearing should be to the right, but the house is just off to the left. As if pulled by some invisible string, Jeongguk begins to walk in the direction of the light.

"Wait," Jimin says as Jeongguk feels one of Jimin's hands wrap around his wrist. "That house wasn't there before, was it? Or have we gone the wrong way?"

Jeongguk sighs, feeling his patience wearing thin. It is cold and dark and he just wants to lie down in a bed. "There is only one path, Jimin," he says between his teeth. "How could we have gone the wrong way?"

"I—" Jimin begins, and Jeongguk turns to him, pulling in a slow, deep breath, feeling a fire blaze in his eyes—he is ready to absolutely explode. But then Jimin shrugs and continues, "I don't know. You're right. I don't understand what's going on."

Another sigh, and Jeongguk continues down the path toward the house. If they truly are lost in the woods, then the house is their best bet. Jeongguk feels a strange sense of calm as they get closer—as if suddenly, they are safe, and all the worries they had moments ago have been lifted, inviting them to take shelter.

Jeongguk steps on a particularly large stick, and the loud snap pulls him from his reverie, making Jimin squeak a high-pitched sound.

"Fuck," Jimin mutters under his breath. "I hate this. This is how horror films start."

"This is how they start?" Jeongguk responds with a chuckle. "We came to vacation on a remote island where we are forced to speak in broken English. We were already traversing the realm of how horror movies start."

Jimin giggles beside Jeongguk—a sound that Jeongguk is surprised to hear. It is light and sweet and makes him smile. Despite his frustration, Jeongguk does not mean to have a short fuse with Jimin. Jimin is simply there, in the wake of the storm that is Jeongguk's ebbing and flowing moods. In fact, Jimin's presence is helping to keep Jeongguk grounded, if only a little.

"Let's just see who lives in the house," Jeongguk suggests, turning to Jimin, who gazes at him with wide, loving eyes.

"Sounds good."

"If they seem creepy or weird, we'll get the hell out of there and just...I don't know..." Jeongguk glances around at the seemingly never-ending forest, "...run."

Jimin nods, and Jeongguk leads the way. The hand on Jeongguk's wrist slides down to his hand, and they lock fingers, holding one another tightly as they traverse uneven ground, despite the path laid before them. Jeongguk wonders when the last time the occupant of the house has come out to clear the brush.

A sound causes them to halt in their paths. A deep woman's voice, sad sounding and drawling out something long and loud, which Jeongguk can't quite make out—anguished cries. Then, the sound of a guitar joins the voice, and Jeongguk realizes it's music. Jeongguk does not understand the voice—surmises that it must be in Spanish—and worries, suddenly, that the person in the house may not understand them at all.

Still, onward, they trudge, and Jeongguk feels hope bloom in his chest. Something about this just seems to be right, like this is precisely where they are meant to be. Which, Jeongguk realizes, is an absolutely ridiculous way to feel. He reasons that he is still jet-lagged and exhausted, and desperate for warmth.

They approach the front of the small house—which, now that they are closer, seems more like a cabin. Jeongguk hesitates before walking up the short wooden steps to the front door. When he knocks, the door gives and creeks open, and Jeongguk is met with an enticing smell of baked pastries—possibly an apple pie—and the scent of burning logs.

A deep, raspy voice calls, "Por favor, pasen adelante. Están en su casa."

Jeongguk pauses, fist still raised from knocking, but arm feeling weak as it hovers in the air. He does not understand what the occupant of the house is saying, and fear rises as he turns to Jimin.

"I didn't understand."

Jimin shakes his head. "I didn't either."

"Please, come in," the voice calls again, this time in perfect Korean. Jeongguk gasps and turns back to the ajar door with wide eyes as the voice continues, "This is your home."

Jeongguk swallows a lump in his throat, feeling uncertain. "I—"

Just then, a cold gust of wind blows, chilling Jeongguk to the bone. Instinctively, he steps forward, past the threshold, seeking shelter. Jimin follows behind him, and as they shuffle into the entrance, the door closes.

The light is dim, and although there is still music playing in the background, it is far quieter than it was when they approached from outside. There is a warmth coming from a crackling hearth to the right, and to the left, standing near a small wooden table just barely large enough to seat four, is a man.

Jeongguk feels stunned, gazing upon the man, who simply stands and smiles back at them. His skin is pale as a sheet, and his long, tousled curly black hair rests in his eyes, falling to his ears and to his shoulders. Despite being obstructed by a tangle of hair, the man's eyes are dark and piercing, resembling those of a wild feline. His nose is small and round, and his lips—full and soft—are turned up into a grin.

"Welcome, friends," the man says. "My name is Yoongi. I hope you haven't been lost for too long."

Yoongi wears all black, and the fabric is flowing and light, hanging loosely and not of any style that Jeongguk is familiar with. It is almost as if fabric is simply draped over his form with nary a rhyme or reason, in strips and swathes.

"What language were you speaking earlier?" Jimin asks.

Jeongguk turns to find Jimin looking just as mesmerized by Yoongi as he is. There is something about the man. An aura of sorts, perhaps—Jeongguk can't put his finger on it. When he turns back to Yoongi, the man takes a seat at the small, square wooden table. In the center of the table is a large bottle of soju and warm hand pies that smell like apples and cinnamon. Jeongguk blinks heavily and looks around.

"I don't remember those being there when we came in," Jeongguk mutters, mostly to himself.

"It's what you wanted, no?" Yoongi asks sweetly, with a cock of his head.

Jeongguk licks his lips and swallows. It is what he wanted—soju to take the edge off and help him relax after whatever the fuck has just transpired, leading them to this home, and warm apple pie, a comfort food that has calmed Jeongguk since he was a child. The pies are more like pancakes with a rich, warm filling, reminiscent of the very ones he ate growing up, and Jeongguk resists the urge to reach for one.

"Please," Yoongi says, motioning to the items on the table. "Help yourselves."

Jimin wastes no time grabbing the soju and pouring a glass, and something inside Jeongguk lurches, causing him to reach out for Jimin's arm and stop him mid-pour. Jimin angles the bottle upward to stop the flow of liquid, splashing some on the table.

"Jimin, wait. What are you doing?"

"I'm thirsty," Jimin states, eyebrows raised and annoyed. "We've had a long fucking day, I've had you barking at me as if I'm a child, and now I want a drink."

Jimin yanks his arm from Jeongguk's grasp, which Jeongguk loosens to prevent more of a mess from being made, and he stares at Jimin's profile as he returns to pouring himself a glass. Then, Jimin pours a second glass, sets the bottle down, and shoves it toward Jeongguk.

"I didn't mean to talk to you like you're a child," Jeongguk mutters, feeling guilty and defeated. He has been copping an attitude with Jimin, lately, but he can't admit the fault so easily.

"Just drink," Jimin says, holding his glass out to Jeongguk, who sighs and picks his up, tapping it gently on Jimin's in a silent toast—something they always do.

"Sorry," Jimin says, turning to Yoongi, still holding his glass toward Jeongguk. "I'm so rude! I didn't offer you any!"

Yoongi shakes his head and waves his hands in the air. "I don't drink."

Jimin nods and gulps back his soju, but Jeongguk hesitates. Why does Yoongi have soju if he doesn't drink? And how does Yoongi speak perfect Korean and Spanish, and live in a cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere? Jeongguk turns to Yoongi with the intent to ask him one of a myriad of questions that flood him at once, but Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest and winks at Jeongguk, and suddenly, his mind is clear, and he doesn't feel like inquiring.

Sure, the circumstances are strange—to say the least—but he is warm and safe, and he shouldn't worry so much. He can get to know Yoongi in due time; he has all the time in the world. Jeongguk knows this thought process, and the sudden sense of calm is strange, but he sits at the table and drinks back the soju.

The flavor is slightly sweet, and the chill is just right. Jeongguk glances at the label on the bottle, which looks vaguely familiar but not like any brand he can place. He nearly reaches for it, when Yoongi sets plates of hand pies in front of the two of them.

"Eat. You'll need your strength."

Again, Jimin doesn't hesitate.

Jeongguk feels a sense of trepidation, but as he gazes back at Yoongi, it all washes away. It feels as if he is put under some spell—still able to have free will, but with a loss of the fight or flight instincts necessary to make rational, wise decisions. Another glance at Jimin shows him sitting back in his chair with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. He hums happily, then opens his eyes to gaze lovingly at Yoongi.

"It tastes just like mother makes. You're incredible."

A pang of jealousy hits Jeongguk in the gut, and he reaches for his hand pie, feeling a bit sullen. There was a time when the stars in Jimin's eyes shone that brightly for him. When did they begin to dim? He supposes that is the way of relationships; you get comfortable, and you stop feeling all the heart stopping, raw emotions you once felt.

That is, after all, what this vacation is for. To reconnect. To remember why they fell in love in the first place. This trip is meant to bring the two of them back together. Jeongguk wonders if the chance has already passed, entirely.

Distantly, whatever song is on breaks Jeongguk out of his thoughts, and he realizes that the voice is singing in Korean. He wonders when it changed.

Jeongguk barely registers that he has picked up the pie until he takes a bite, breaking the warm, soft dough to reveal a sweet, slightly bitter baked apple inside. He closes his eyes to revel in the moment, taking in a deep breath as he slowly chews, savoring the flavors. It does taste just like his mother used to make.

"What brings the two of you here?" Yoongi asks, and Jeongguk looks up from the pie in his hands—which is, at present, shoved in his mouth. He huffs out air as if to speak, but stops himself when he realizes no words can make it past the pastry.

"A couples retreat," Jimin supplies, sounding much more cheery than he had when he was pouring soju. "We needed a break from the real world to reconnect, and one of Jeongguk's coworkers recommended the resort on this island."

Yoongi smiles and sits forward, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his hands. "And you found yourselves here."

Jeongguk swallows and takes a sip of soju, then nods. "The man working at the resort gave us a map and told us to venture through the forest to find a deserted beach. We had done so earlier in the day, but when we came back at night, everything seemed...different."

"Shifted," Yoongi says, and Jeongguk nods, feeling a hint of unease that quickly dissipates. "Yes, it does that."

Jeongguk's arms drop, wrists hitting the wooden table. "It...does that?"

Yoongi hums. "It was searching for me; recalibrating until it led you here."

Jeongguk's mouth forms the word what, but no sound comes out. After all, the woods did change around them. The path shifted and brought them straight to this house. It doesn't make any sense at all, but he knows that it is the truth, because there is no other way to explain them getting lost on such a short, easy-to-navigate route.

"Why?" Jimin asks sweetly.

A smirk tugs on Yoongi's lips as he cocks an eyebrow, glancing from Jimin to Jeongguk. "Perhaps the woods felt like you needed me."

Jeongguk's breath hitches. "N-need you?"

Yoongi hums. "I am an ancient being. A harbinger of desire. And tonight, if you let me, I can open your eyes to things you could never possibly experience in the human realm. Once I am finished with you, your bond with one another will be tighter than you could ever imagine."

Despite the urge to chuckle and dismiss what Yoongi is saying, there is an earnestness in his voice that Jeongguk trusts. Or, perhaps, he really is under a spell.

"You've done something to us," Jeongguk manages to blurt, lilting at the end as if to beg a question.

"I have," Yoongi responds. "It's faint, and it doesn't fully take away your free will, but you are charmed to feel calm, and to not be afraid."

"I like it," Jimin says, and Jeongguk turns to find Jimin's cheeks rosy and his soju cup empty.

Jeongguk faintly nods his head—a slow, shallow motion. He likes it, too. Despite wanting to feel upset about having his instincts dulled, he enjoys the lightness it brings him.

"So," Jeongguk says, setting his half-eaten pie onto the plate before him. He picks up his soju and takes a sip, swallowing slowly enough to detect minute changes in the taste, as if it is adjusting itself to taste like every flavor Jeongguk likes most. "You're a god of desire. What does that mean, exactly?"

"It means I can shift objects and the environment inside this cabin into precise things which you desire," Yoongi says simply. He nibbles on his lower lip, adding, "Including myself."

"That's how you speak Korean," Jimin mutters, and Yoongi nods.

"And that's why you look like...that," Jeongguk says.

There is no doubt that Yoongi is the perfect blend of an ideal man for both Jimin and Jeongguk. His height and stature are similar to Jimin's, and he has an almost feminine beauty to him that draws Jeongguk. And he is muscular, with large hands and piercing eyes—traits Jeongguk has no doubt Jimin is fawning over.

"Yes," Yoongi responds. "The desire from the two of you combined created—" Yoongi motions at himself with both hands moving from beside his head, to his hips, and back up. "—this."

"And you expect us to fuck you," Jeongguk responds as his eyes wander over Yoongi's form.

Yoongi stands and places his palms down on the table, and although he is not that tall, Jeongguk feels small—towered over. "I don't expect anything. But you will fuck me. I can feel how badly you want it." Yoongi's eyes flit to Jimin as he adds, "Especially him."

"Can you shift into a werewolf?" Jimin blurts out, and Yoongi snickers as he says, "I can."

Jeongguk feels taken aback and turns to his boyfriend with his mouth agape. "A werewolf?"

Jimin simply shrugs, looking intoxicated and blissful. "I read a lot of fanfic, okay. I don't want to be scented and all that; not like a/b/o. I just want to hear him growl like a monster and feel the knot when he cums."

Stunned and speechless, and completely lost to any of what Jimin just said, Jeongguk stares at him in disbelief. Then, he snaps out of it and drinks back the rest of his soju, feeling resolute. "If you get a werewolf, then I want a vampire."

Jimin gasps and turns to Jeongguk with wide eyes. "Let him drink your blood!"

Perhaps Jeongguk should be embarrassed by the quickness at which arousal floods his senses and rushes to his cock from the thought of vampire Yoongi drinking his blood, but he feels at peace with his kink. Jeongguk looks up at Yoongi, whose upper cuspid teeth sharpen and elongate before his eyes, and he lets out a very horny sigh. Never has he wanted something so badly in his life.

Yoongi turns his attention to Jimin and looks over him with his eyes, and—as if his gaze could physically touch someone—Jimin swoons and runs his hands through his dark brown hair. When Yoongi turns his attention back to Jeongguk, his eyes are shining bright red.

"You can't even begin to imagine how badly he wants to watch me fuck you," Yoongi says as he rounds the table, toward Jeongguk.

Yoongi's clothing seems to have shifted into a ruffled satin shirt tucked into black trousers that are tight around the waist and ankles but loose around the legs. A stereotypical vampire costume, Jeongguk surmises, and he is thrilled with how the trousers hug Yoongi's hips and groin, accentuating a very impressive package. But, of course, it is, Jeongguk thinks, because Yoongi is built to the specifications that the two of them desire.

Jeongguk turns to Jimin and is surprised by how blown out his pupils are—by how his mouth hangs open and he breathes heavily. Jeongguk knows this look; he can practically feel the lust coming from Jimin, himself.

Slowly, Jimin saunters over, hips swishing teasingly. He wears a hoodie and sweatpants because that is what they decided would be appropriate attire for trudging to a beach at which they planned to skinny dip under the full moon, late at night. Still, beneath the bulky black cotton is a taut, muscular frame that brings Jeongguk to his knees, and as he watches Jimin sink down to the hardwood floor on his, Jeongguk breathes in a shaky inhale.

Jimin's small hands rub up Jeongguk's thighs, and his fingers tuck beneath the waistband of his matching black sweatpants, and Jimin slowly begins to tug the garment free. Jeongguk stares down into Jimin's eyes and feels affection burst and bloom in his chest, and all at once, he feels enveloped by love.

In a flash, Yoongi is in Jeongguk's immediate periphery, and suddenly, Yoongi's hands are on Jeongguk's shoulder and neck, drawing him close. Terror quakes through Jeongguk, and he flinches and attempts to step back, but Yoongi mutters, "Not so fast," and Jeongguk feels paralyzed.

Before him, Jimin pulls Jeongguk's pants lower, past his cock, and lower, still, to his knees. Jeongguk attempts to open his hands—tries flexing his fingers—but aside from faint, minute movements, he is stuck in place.

"I have to allow you to feel a little fear if this vampire fantasy is to be believed," Yoongi rasps, lips dragging over Jeongguk's ear and sending a shiver down his spine. "I need your blood to pump quickly, so that when I feast, it will take no time at all to drain you bone-dry."

There is a part of Jeongguk that wants to scream and beg for mercy—demand a new fantasy. But the rest of him shivers with anticipation and need, dizzying him with adrenaline. Jimin's warm, wet tongue slides from the base of Jeongguk's cock, up to the tip, and a shiver quakes up Jeongguk's spine, forcing him to whimper.

"Wh-why me?" Jeongguk asks desperately, playing the part of the distressed damsel.

Plush lips engulf Jeongguk's cock at the same time Yoongi drags his nose across Jeongguk's neck, ghosting warm breath over his skin. Each word punctuates and becomes more insidious as Yoongi growls, "Because you smell...so...good."

Two sharp fangs pierce Jeongguk's neck, and he screams bloody murder. The pain is agonizing—beyond anything Jeongguk has ever felt before—hot and intense and persistent. Jeongguk's knees buckle, but he cannot fall while under Yoongi's spell, and instead hangs in the balance of paralysis while Yoongi continues to slowly sink his fangs deeper.

In one swift movement, Jimin deepthroats Jeongguk's cock, and somehow the pleasure feels so elevated, Jeongguk wonders if his brain might snap and crumble to dust. Yoongi retracts his fangs and sucks at the wound while Jimin slurps Jeongguk's length loudly, and Jeongguk trembles—overwhelmed and dragged to hell from pleasure—as he cums down Jimin's throat with a desperate, broken groan.

"That fast?" Yoongi teases as his tongue flicks over the puncture wounds. Jeongguk shudders, and this time his knees do buckle, and he falls to the floor, caught haphazardly by Jimin, who smiles brightly with spit-slick lips.

Jeongguk looks up at Yoongi, whose chin is covered in blood, then brings a hand quickly to his neck. Although the skin feels damp, the moisture doesn't feel thick like blood, and Jeongguk holds his hand in front of his face, shocked to find there is only saliva. When he looks back at Yoongi, the man is grinning and shifting—his limbs becoming longer, thicker, hairier. He is turning into a werewolf, just for Jimin.

Jimin is on his feet quickly, backing away from where they sat. A feeling of horror surges through Jeongguk as Yoongi surges toward Jimin, and he scrambles to his feet, shedding his pants from around his ankles and pulling his sweater over his head in one swift movement as werewolf Yoongi traps Jimin. Jeongguk can barely make out the look on Jimin's face, but his eyes and posture say he is afraid.

"My, darling what big teeth I have," Yoongi growls—deep and ferocious, like a wild beast.

Jimin's voice cracks as he says, "All the b-better to eat me with," and Yoongi chuckles.

"That's right, little one."

All at once, Jimin is screaming at the top of his lungs while shreds of black fabric are flying in all directions. Jeongguk knows that this is all part of the game—that Jimin is in no real danger, but the sound of his voice sets off alarm bells, causing Jeongguk to hop up onto one of the chairs to get a better look.

Jimin stands with what was once a sweatshirt and pants hanging in tatters from his neck and hips, and Yoongi spins Jimin around, shoving him into a corner that sticks out into the room, while crouching on his hands and knees behind him. Without a word, Yoongi takes Jimin's ass in his massive, hairy hands and spreads his cheeks wide, then licks a stripe over his hole. A loud, desperate moan falls from Jimin's lips, and he trembles as he leans into the edge of the wall.

"Naughty boy isn't wearing any panties," Yoongi growls between lapping his tongue over Jimin's entrance.

"Ahh—easy access," Jimin whimpers as Jeongguk watches Yoongi's long, beastly tongue plunge deep into Jimin's hole.

Jeongguk crawls down from the chair slowly, wanting to be part of the action but still afraid of Yoongi in werewolf form, despite knowing the man is just trying to fulfill their fantasies. As he approaches, Yoongi morphs one hand from the monstrous, sharp-nailed hairy hands to one that looks just like his own. He removes his tongue and presses one long, knobby finger into Jimin's ass, and as Jimin's back bows and he lets out a delicious strangled sob, Jeongguk nearly melts to the floor.

"F-fuck," Jimin whimpers, "how did you—I didn't hear a lube bottle."

Yoongi sucks a dark hickey into Jimin's asscheek and lets the skin go with a pop. "I'm an ancient being, brought here to become anything you desire. You didn't think I wouldn't have self-lubricating fingers, did you?"

Jeongguk drops to his knees and crawls toward Jimin, who lets a hand slide from the wall, which he holds out to Jeongguk. "Here to suck my dick, Ggukie?" he asks in a deep, breathy tone.

"Of course I am, baby," Jeongguk mutters as he opens his mouth wide and lets Jimin shove two fingers down his throat, pressing on his tongue to make his muscles contract and his eyes water.

Jimin pulls his spit-coated fingers from Jeongguks lips and adjusts against the wall just enough to stick his cock out and slap Jeongguk across the lips as he gets into position. Yoongi must be working magic on Jimin because he lets out another deep whine and his legs tremble.

"Open up, Ggukie," Jimin groans, and Jeongguk does as he's told, laying his tongue flat.

Jimin's cock has a heady, salty taste from the precum that dribbles from its tip, and Jeongguk sucks it deep into his throat, swallowing around it with a moan. Jimin whimpers and gasps, rutting into Jeongguk's mouth, and Jeongguk adjusts to the desire to gag and breathes slowly through his nose.

"Do you want to watch as I fuck your pretty boyfriend?" Yoongi asks with a deep growl.

And Jeongguk does—he really does—but Jimin grips onto his hair tightly and shoves his cock so far into Jeongguk's throat that all he can do is focus on keeping a flow of oxygen in his lungs and blood.

"Don't stop, Ggukie," Jimin whines, and Jeongguk does as he is told, relaxing his throat as best as he can—anything to be a good boy.

Fingers come into view on Jimin's hip—long, hair fingers with thick yellowed nails that dig into Jimin's soft skin—and Jimin throws his head back and moans loudly as his body begins to tremble against the wall. Jeongguk can't see what is happening with Jimin's cock lodged in his throat, but he can feel how Jimin quakes from being entered by the monster behind him.

One thing Jeongguk knows is that Jimin will not last. Granted, Jimin likely won't cum in a heartbeat the way he did, but he tends to cum fast the first time, then take a while chasing his second high, which is usually quite euphoric. Jimin's hips have stilled completely, hand tight around Jeongguk's hair but more as a means to keep himself steady than to keep Jeongguk's mouth in place.

"Your boyfriend is so tight, holy fuck," Yoongi growls.

Jeongguk curses Yoongi for being in tune with what he desires, because of course the humiliation of being told how good his boyfriend feels by the stranger whose cock is buried inside him is definitely making the blood rush to his erection.

"Don't you wish it was you fucking him," Yoongi continues to tease.

Jeongguk sucks in hard, pulling a deep, strangled moan from Jimin's throat, and then he pulls his head back, letting Jimin's cock slip from between his lips, covered in saliva that connects in streaks from the tip to Jeongguk's lips.

"Nah," Jeongguk rasps, "I've fucked him plenty. He's all yours."

"Shut the fuck up," Jimin whines as he grips Jeongguk's hair harder and yanks him close, face colliding with his spit-slick length. This is another thing that gets them both going—playing indifference to make the other become mean. "Suck this fucking dick," Jimin groans, and Jeongguk allows him to grind his face against his cock.

"If you insist," Yoongi groans, and he must pull out, because Jimin's hips rock, following the movement. "I'll take him, then; I'll make him all...mine."

Jeongguk turns his face in time for Yoongi to rut into Jimin hard enough to slam his erection into Jeongguk's cheek. It stings a bit, but the scream that Jimin lets out more than makes up for the discomfort, and Jeongguk reaches for Jimin's thighs and attempts to hold them in place as Yoongi sets a rough pace fucking him.

Jimin wails like a banshee, and Yoongi growls, low, deep sounds that make Jeongguk's heart pound. The lewd slap of skin against skin echoes through the room, along with loud squelches, making Jeongguk wish he could see how wet Yoongi has made them.

"W-won't last long," Jimin sobs between moans, and Jeongguk sits high on his knees and takes Jimin's length in one hand, slowly stroking from base to tip and making Jimin moan even louder—soft whimpers punctuated with moans that edge on screams.

"Let me know when you want my knot, little one," Yoongi growls.

Jeongguk wishes he were the one getting knotted—whatever the fuck that even means—but he has something else in mind, and he cannot wait for Jimin to cum so they can chase their next high together.

"Please," Jimin whimpers, tugging on Jeongguk's hair. "Please, Ggukie."

Although Jeongguk would like nothing more than to taste the precum that leaks from his boyfriend's pretty dick, he knows that the second his lips are around it, it's over, and he wants Jimin to savor the feeling of being fucked into the wall by a werewolf a little while longer. Yoongi's hips are brutal, but he has both hands holding Jimin in place, making it easier for Jeongguk to eventually suck his dick without risking a broken nose.

"C-close," Jimin whimpers as his cock slaps against his tummy, creating a sticky patch below his belly button.

"How close, baby?" Jeongguk asks as he leans forward and nudges Jimin's cock with his nose.

Jimin whimpers and lets his forehead fall into the edge of the wall, which tells Jeongguk everything he needs to know. Jimin is overcome with lust but not so much that he is ready to beg. Jeongguk continues to nuzzle his nose against Jimin's length, letting out deep breaths against his skin, listening as Jimin's whines become pitchier and more broken—more desperate.

"Please," Jimin finally whimpers. "Please, please."

Jeongguk licks from base to tip and smiles as he feels pleasure quake through Jimin, who continues to whimper desperate pleas, gripping Jeongguk's hair tightly in his fist while his forehead rubs against the wall.

Yoongi slows his thrusts, and Jeongguk takes the opportunity to sit higher on his knees and suck Jimin into his throat nice and slow, pulling deep moans from him.

"Please, please," Jimin continues to sob, over and over like a prayer.

"Does little one wish to cum?" Yoongi growls.

Jimin continues to beg—a record stuck on repeat—and Jeongguk bobs his head and sucks his cheeks in tight. Jimin quakes, voice broken, with moans coming out in pitchy sobs. Jeongguk wonders if Yoongi is knotting—or whatever the fuck Jimin said—and if it’s overwhelming.

“Fu—aaah!” Jimin sobs as he tugs Jeongguk’s hair and cum bursts down his throat. Jeongguk gags at first, not prepared for the onslaught of rope after rope of viscous liquid hitting his tongue and the roof of his mouth, cock poking him deep enough to tickle.

Jimin's body seems to stiffen, then he screams, “Oh fuck!” as his limb flail frantically. “It’s too much! I can’t take it, oh god, it hurts!”

Jeongguk swallows Jimin's cum and releases his cock as he looks up in surprise, assessing the situation and finding everything to look normal. He wonders if whatever is happening could have to do with Yoongi's cock, but Yoongi's hands open, fingers letting up on Jimin's hips, and Jimin sighs with relief.

"I wasn't really ripping your skin open, baby," Yoongi groans into Jimin's neck. "It's okay, you're safe." Jimin's moans become much more steady, and his eyes roll back. “What do you need, little one? No knot, or a new form?”

Jimin may as well be speaking tongues; nothing comes out that is remotely coherent. Jeongguk wonders if Yoongi’s monster cock has, in fact, expanded inside Jimin, and he rasps, voice wrecked from his throat being fucked, “He gets too sensitive after he cums; might need to stop for a bit. What about a snake-human hybrid?”

With a pleased grown, Jimin nods, cheek smooshed against the wall as he mutters, “Wrap me in a tight hug, Yoonie.”

“Anything for you, little one," Yoongi groans as his form begins to shift, hair disappearing from his skin and becoming more human-like, despite the hint of scales that begin to cover him.

Yoongi's legs become a thick tail, which wraps around Jimin's legs, lifting him away from the wall and turning him so that his body is against Yoongi's in a protective hug.

"You too, darling," Yoongi says as his tail wraps around Jeongguk and pulls him close.

The scale of the cabin has shifted, and Yoongi and Jimin loom tall over Jeongguk as they move into the center of the space, which is clear of all furnishings but a large mattress, that is covered in pillows and blankets.

The feeling of Yoongi's undulating body and smooth scales is so unlike anything Jeongguk has ever felt, and he struggles to fully comprehend it, watching with wide eyes as the tail ensnares him. They settle on the mattress with Yoongi's upper half leaning against the wall and Jimin cradled against his chest, and they stay a while, silent as the warmth radiating from Yoongi's gentle but firm hold soothes them.

For a split moment, Jeongguk wonders if Yoongi is actually just some weirdo in the woods who has drugged them, and this is nothing but a strange trip. But, then again, that would not explain how they came to find this shapeshifting cabin in the first place. Somehow, the only explanation that makes sense is that Yoongi truly is some deity with otherworldly powers.

"How are you feeling, little one?" Yoongi asks as he nuzzles his gorgeous, snake-like face into Jimin's neck.

"Good," Jimin groans, and Jeongguk can hear the smile on his voice.

"Why don't you lay down and catch your breath while I fuck your pretty boyfriend, hmm?"

Jimin turns and looks down at Jeongguk with a soft smile, then nods and says, "Okay."

Jeongguk's body is shifted into place as Yoongi moves to bend and lay Jimin down on the bed. He can feel himself get coiled down Yoongi's tail, toward the tip of it. Then, he is lifted and held in the air, with his arms pinned to his sides and his feet sticking out from the bottom of Yoongi's tight grasp.

"You're s-so pretty, I could s-s-s-swallow you whole," Yoongi hisses as he pulls Jeongguk close. Jeongguk feels his breath hitch and, suddenly, he wants nothing more.

"Don't tease me," Jeongguk whines, jutting out his lip into a pout.

Yoongi grins, his slit pupils turning into large disks against bright green irises, which sends a chill down Jeongguk's back. A flick of Yoongi's long, forked tongue has Jeongguk's heart pounding and his mind wandering, and he wonders if Yoongi meant it. He wonders if he will have to beg.

Slowly, Yoongi lifts Jeongguk into the air, up above his head, then angles Jeongguk's feet toward his mouth as he flicks his tongue out to tickle the bottoms of his feet. Jeongguk flexes his toes and attempts to kick away, but Yoongi's hold is so tight, all he can do is whimper and giggle.

"Please," Jeongguk whines.

"Pleas-s-se, what?"

Jeongguk closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and says, "Swallow me whole."

"Oh my god," Jimin groans from the bed, "you can't say shit about me wanting werewolf dick now that I know you're into vore!"

Jeongguk groans. Vore is not something he is into; he has literally never even considered the possibility until this very moment. But, of course, Jimin will never let him live it down.

"I'm not—it's not something I'm into, I just—leave me alone."

Jimin giggles—the light but maniacal laugh that indicates that he is up to no good, and Jeongguk does his best to relax, eyes still squeezed close as he hovers over his captor. Yoongi's tail slithers over Jeongguk's body until more of his legs are sticking out, and Yoongi's tongue travels over Jeongguk's feet and ankles, leaving moist spots of spit behind.

"Open your eyes-s-s," Yoongi hisses. "I want you to watch while I eat you."

Jeongguk swallows a lump of nervousness as he slowly opens his eyes and angles his head to peer down at Yoongi. Even as a monster who is threatening to literally swallow him whole, Yoongi is the prettiest being Jeongguk has ever seen, and he feels himself relax and accept his fate.

Despite watching nature documentaries and knowing how snake mouths work, Jeongguk is still shocked when Yoongi opens his mouth, stretching his jaw far and wide enough to fit Jeongguk's entire body. Two large fangs stick out from Yoongi's top gums, glistening and sharp, and Jeongguk decides that—here and now—this is by far the strangest erection he has ever gotten.

Jeongguk's toes are the first to make it into Yoongi's mouth—warm, wet and soft—and Yoongi pauses and cocks an eyebrow to Jeongguk as if to ask if this is still something he wants to do. Jeongguk nods his head despite the inkling of fear he feels. He wonders if, once again, Yoongi has lowered his spell in order to make the experience feel real.

With each inch of Jeongguk's body that enters Yoongi's mouth, his tail slithers away, coiling and rippling against Jeongguk's skin. Once he is up to his thighs, Yoongi stops swallowing to flick his tongue out at Jeongguk's cock, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through him.

"Oh, fuck," Jeongguk whimpers as the flicks become slow, precise laves, up and down from base to tip, teasing the slit to gather the precum that dribbles out. It feels amazing, but it's not enough, and Jeongguk groans and whines from the tease.

Somewhere, in the recesses of Jeongguk's mind, a tiny voice tells him that he will soon be dying—that this is the last thing he is ever going to experience. The faint ringing of alarm bells tells Jeongguk he should be panicking—that he should be screaming and begging for Yoongi to stop. But he feels relaxed and serene as the teasing ends, and Yoongi begins to slowly ease him into his throat.

"Is this s-s-still something you want, pretty?" Jeongguk hears Yoongi ask, possibly inside his head, or perhaps echoing around the entire cabin.

"Yes," Jeongguk whimpers softly. "Please."

Jeongguk is eased down, to his pecs, and down further, to his shoulders. With his head sticking out and his arms pinned to his sides, Yoongi's tail falls away, and Jeongguk gazes out of the monster's mouth to his boyfriend, who lays propped on his elbows, cock resting half-hard against his tummy, and eyes wide and round.

With one more swallow, all the world does dark, and Jeongguk holds his breath on instinct as he sinks down, down, down.

The light that comes in from Yoongi's open mouth allows Jeongguk to see the tan lining of his trachea. Jeongguk tries to breathe through his nose, and upon finding out that he can, lets out a shaky exhale. A battle rages inside Jeongguk—every nerve attempting to convince him that he is both safe from harm and in imminent danger.

Yoongi swallows once more, sending Jeongguk further into his body, and the slide of his esophageal lining rubs against Jeongguk's cock, punching a loud moan from him as pleasure bursts. He wants to touch himself so badly—wants to chase another high and this time enjoy it for more than a few minutes—but he is stuck in position in the narrow passageway.

And now that Jeongguk is here, he realizes he has not considered a savory way out. Does he travel all the way through and get shat out, or will Yoongi vomit him up—back the way he came?

"S-s-so delicious-s," Yoongi's voice calls to Jeongguk. "What would my pretty dinner like, now?"

"Snakes have two dicks, right?" Jeongguk mutters.

Yoongi hums a sound that sounds like an agreement.

"Fuck us both," Jeongguk suggests. "A-after getting me out of here, of course."

"Do you want to come out now?" Yoongi asks. "Or would you like to feel the crushing weight of death a little more?"

"Crush me," Jeongguk responds without giving it any thought.

"S-s-slap me when you want to come out," Yoongi hisses, voice echoing around the chamber, which begins undulating up and down, sinking Jeongguk further into the tight squeeze.

The walls of the snake's tract are wet with a texture that Jeongguk can only compare to the inside of his boyfriend's ass when he's fingering him open. Blood rushes to Jeongguk's cock, which twitches as a reminder that he is, in fact, a little freak who gets hard from the thought of being swallowed whole. Perhaps, he thinks, he would feel embarrassed if it didn't turn him on so fucking much. Or, if Yoongi weren't so non-judgmental and accommodating.

As he slides further into the belly of the beast, everything becomes too dark to see, but Jeongguk keeps his eyes open, eager not to miss something if it does come into view. His shoulders begin to ache as the walls of the snake's insides squeeze him. Somehow, still, his hands have room to move, down by his hips. Yoongi really is the master of illusion and comfort.

The air begins to feel difficult to breathe in adequately—or, perhaps the constant pressure on his shoulders is making him panic. Jeongguk's hands flex and begin to feel around, rubbing against the slick walls that close in on him. He whimpers against his will and squeezes his eyes shut, despite finding the same darkness behind his lids.

A rumble comes from above, much like a groan or a growl, and Jeongguk panics, sucking in his breath quickly, feeling as if his lungs might burst at any moment. He spreads his hands open and squeezes them shut, considering whether to tap out.

But rather than trying to break free, Jeongguk first rolls his hips forward, rubbing his cock against the warm, moist, flesh. Another groan echoes around him, and Jeongguk ruts a little harder in the confined space. He wonders if Yoongi likes how it feels or if he is just playing with his food.

Jeongguk lets his head roll back as he continues to slowly thrust against the fleshy tissues surrounding him. It feels good—far better than he imagined it might, and despite the sinking feeling that he is only sliding deeper and deeper into the never-ending beast, he continues to lazily masturbate.

“S-s-so naughty, using me for your pleas-s-sure,” Yoongi’s voice teases.

“Feels good,” Jeongguk groans.

The flesh around Jeongguk quakes, vibrating against him so perfectly, and it punches a moan from inside him. But it is still not enough, and he is beginning to worry that he is leaving Jimin alone for too long. Luckily, Yoongi decides to begin squeezing and swallowing him harder and further, and the arousal is quickly replaced with panic as the flesh begins to close in around his chest and neck.

At first, Jeongguk cannot adequately move his hand, and he panics, intaking a sharp breath that feels too weak to fill his lungs. Then, he does his best to flail his arms, missing several times until finally, the flesh pulsates out and away just far enough that Jeongguk can slap the back of his hand against Yoongi's insides.

"Please!" Jeongguk croaks as his chest begins to ache from a lack of sufficient air. "Yoongi, please!"

In a flash, light floods through Jeongguk's eyelids, and he inhales deeply, gasping loudly as the sting of oxygen works its way into his blood. He opens his eyes to find Jimin laying on his side, propped up on one elbow with his head resting in his hand and a devious grin on his face.

"Did you cum inside the snake?" Jimin asks with a hint of tease.

"No," Jeongguk rasps, throat still sore from being fucked, and even sorer from near-suffocation.

"Ah," Jimin says, glancing down at Jeongguk's crotch. "I guess not, since your dick is still rock hard."

Jeongguk glances down to find his erection pressed against his stomach. He also notices that the tail of the snake-hybrid Yoongi is still around him, tensing and relaxing in a loose coil that circles his form. He sits on his hip with his legs bent beneath him and his arms anchoring him against the large mattress. As soon as he seems aware of his surroundings, the tail begins to tighten around him, and he turns to find the beast looming over him.

Yoongi bends at the torso, which is human-like and pale, covered in scales that are fainter on his belly, chest and throat but darker with hints of green on his sides and arms, and along his neck and cheeks. His tongue pokes out and flicks toward Jeongguk as he bends and gazes at him with wide, bright green eyes.

"Did my pretty dinner like the crus-s-shing feeling of being s-s-swallowed whole?" Yoongi hisses brightly, lips curving into a smirk.

"I did," Jeongguk admits.

"You were s-s-so delicious, but there is more I want to tas-s-ste."

"Oh?" Jeongguk asks, feeling his pulse quicken.

Without further preamble, Yoongi's tail shifts Jeongguk around, lifting him and turning him. He stumbles forward on his hands and knees, and before he can correct himself, the long, forked tongue flicks against Jeongguk's asshole, sending a burst of pleasure through him.

Jeongguk whimpers as he falls forward more, arms trembling beneath him as Yoongi continues to tongue at his hole. The quickness of the movements is little more than a tease, but the feeling is unfamiliar enough that Jeongguk keeps himself presented for more.

Small hands push Jeongguk's hair back and lift his head, and he gasps as Jimin's beautiful face comes into view. He wears a mischievous look, and opens his mouth to speak, but Jeongguk feels suddenly so overcome with emotion, that he raises a hand to gently take Jimin by the head and pull him close.

"Baby," Jeongguk mutters, "kiss me."

Whatever words were coming from between Jimin's perfect lips die there as Jimin leans forward and grins, giving Jeongguk access to suck and lick and moan against him. Jimin tastes like heaven—faintly sweet and perfectly like him, and Jeongguk cannot remember the last time they kissed. Maybe while they were on the beach earlier—the first time, when they made it there and back without the woods shifting around them. But certainly not during their last trudge out. And certainly not with so much passion, for quite a while.

Instead, Jeongguk has been grumpy and impatient, letting himself easily become upset with Jimin. Sweet, kind, beautiful Jimin, who never does anything but patiently allow Jeongguk to cool down and gather his thoughts. Jeongguk feels like an asshole as he pulls Jimin closer and licks against his tongue with a little more hunger.

Yoongi's snake tongue presses inside Jeongguk, long and eager and becoming something much thicker—something that gives Jeongguk's rim a bit of a stretch. Jeongguk breaks from the kiss and moans as Yoongi tongue-fucks him.

"You like that, baby?" Jimin asks as he nips and sucks at Jeongguk's bottom lip. "Does Yoongi make you feel good?"

Jeongguk nods in short, languid movements as Yoongi's tongue seems to expand inside him, leaking saliva—or whatever Yoongi has secreting from it—down his balls to drip on the many layers of snake tail that coil around him.

"F-fuck us, please," Jeongguk whimpers, knowing damn well he is not stretched far enough to take a cock.

"S-s-so impatient," Yoongi teases, voice sounding far too clear for his tongue to be working Jeongguk open—Jeongguk has to remind himself that Yoongi is, in fact, not human.

"Please," Jeongguk begs as Jimin's lips travel down his chin, to his throat and neck. "Please fuck me."

The tongue slowly pulls out of Jeongguk, and he whines, clenching around nothing and suddenly feeling so empty. The tail beneath him shifts and trails away, leaving him on his hands and knees in front of Jimin, and Jimin's lips leave ghosts of barely wet kiss marks along Jeongguk's neck, down to his clavicle, and back up.

"Lay down beneath me, baby," Jeongguk mutters to Jimin, still in a daze from everything he has experienced. "He's a snake hybrid, so he has two dicks. I want him to fuck us both while I kiss you until your lips are swollen like raspberries."

Jimin hums, soft and sweet with a curious lilt, then repositions himself until his legs are between Jeongguk's arms and he is sliding himself beneath him. Jimin is so beautiful—angelic, almost—that Jeongguk cannot look away. How Jeongguk could ever lose his temper with someone so kind and perfect, he will never know.

Two warm, large hands grab Jeongguk's hips and tug him back until he is in just the right position. Then slowly, gently, he feels the soft press of a blunt, lubricated cock against his ass. One of Yoongi's hands rubs up Jeongguk's back and down again, while the other gropes his ass and spreads him open. Beneath him, Jimin reaches up to gently pinch at his nipples, making Jeongguk shiver with anticipation. He can't help but wonder how he got so lucky.

Yoongi presses forward just enough to breach Jeongguk's rim with the tip of his cock. From what he can tell, it feels human, and Jeongguk's mind attempts to wonder what snake dicks might look like before deciding it is probably horrifying, and he does not need to know. Luckily, the pain from the stretch is just present enough that Jeongguk could not, for the life of him, hold onto a fully formed, coherent thought if he tried.

Jeongguk's head falls forward, and he leans down to nuzzle into Jimin's neck as Yoongi slowly pulls out and presses back in. Choked, broken sobs escape from between his lips with each movement, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through his body.

Jimin's voice is playful as he says, "You sound so pretty when he hurts you, Ggukie."

Jeongguk cannot respond—can only cry out as Yoongi presses forward again, this time much deeper than the last. His breath is hot and damp against Jimin's skin as he pants and whimpers, burying his face and resisting the urge to bite.

"S-s-so fucking tight," Yoongi hisses as he slowly rolls his hips, dragging his cock along Jeongguk's tight walls, past each ring of muscle. "Am I hurting you, pretty human?"

Yes, Jeongguk thinks, you are. But everything feels so good, he cannot bring himself to admit it, instead moving his lips from Jimin's skin just enough to grit, "Don't stop," between his teeth.

"Here, little one," Yoongi says, and Jimin moves his head to look at Yoongi, then reaches for something.

Jeongguk feels as Jimin angles his hips upward, then settles, and he assumes that he just wedged a pillow beneath his ass. At this angle, their cocks are touching, and as Jeongguk begins to adjust to the stretch, his mind starts to wander to them rutting against each other while Yoongi fucks them in tandem.

"Can you lift your legs, little one?" Yoongi asks, and Jimin hums while he wraps his legs around Jeongguk's hips and smiles brightly with wide, eager eyes.

Yoongi adjusts behind them with one cock still inside Jeongguk, and then, as he presses forward, burying himself deeper, Jeongguk watches with delight as Jimin's face twists and contorts into pained pleasure that matches how he felt just moments ago.

"Oh, god," Jimin whimpers as his eyes squeeze shut, and Jeongguk leans forward to suck a mark against his neck, pulling even sweeter sounds from him as Yoongi's hips slowly roll to a languid but steady pace.

"Feel good, baby?" Jeongguk barely manages to ask, each syllable strained as Yoongi's cock completely intoxicates him.

Jimin hums and whines a breathy, "Uh-huh," as he grips the comforter below him tightly.

"Hold me," Jeongguk commands, and Jimin opens his eyes and wraps his arms around Jeongguk, still appearing absolutely fucking gone but attempting to ground himself and adjust to the feeling.

Jeongguk begins to push his hips back against Yoongi's thrusts and pull forward when Yoongi ruts back, fucking himself on Yoongi while frotting against Jimin's cock. Jimin's hips tremble and jolt with each thrust, and he whimpers and writhes beneath Jeongguk so perfectly.

"Fuck, you're amazing," Jeongguk groans as he rubs a hand over Jimin's pec and shoulder, giving his soft skin gentle squeezes. "You feel so good."

Jimin nods and whimpers, and attempts to pick his head up, muttering, "Wanna kiss you," but he appears too lost to pleasure to expend any energy. Yoongi's tail slithers beneath Jimin, lifting his head and torso, and Jimin throws his arms over Jeongguk's neck and pulls him close to slot their lips together.

Yoongi's pace begins to quicken, but his thrusts don't slam, making it easy for Jeongguk to stay connected to Jimin's plush lips, which he sucks and kisses, just as he promised to. The feeling of being fucked while their cocks slided beside one another and Jimin holds him close with all limbs wrapped around him, is surreal, and Jeongguk feels his pleasure building quickly, threatening to devour him. He wants to cum—wants to feel Jimin cum with him—but he worries that once he does, he might not have anything left in him. He doesn't want this experience to end.

As Jeongguk nibbles and sucks on Jimin's lips, Jimin falls pliant beneath him, muttering nonsense while his grasp on Jeongguk's neck begins to loosen and fall away. Jimin slips into subspace so easily, and ordinarily, Jeongguk has to watch for cues that he needs more or less to keep him floating without overwhelming him. He has the urge to make sure Yoongi knows this—that he can take care of Jimin just as well—but he remembers that Yoongi already knows what they desire, so he tries to let go, too.

The pace of Yoongi's thrusts slow—languid and deep—and Jeongguk gently falls forward against Jimin, burying his face in his neck to suck and kiss while he, too, begins to float off into the clouds. Jeongguk is always too hesitant to let go and experience what Jimin does—always afraid of sub-drop, never wanting to be someone else's to take care of and worry about. He wants to feel it, and, as everything becomes foggy and far away while also being intense and so close he feels enveloped by the thick, damp air, he reminds himself that Yoongi did not harm him while swallowing him alive, and he will not harm him now.

Jeongguk has no idea how long it takes before he cums, but suddenly, Jimin is whimpering and shouting beneath him, and he is pulled back to reality—if he can call whatever is happening in this cabin real at all—just in time to feel the slick of Jimin's release against his cock, making the slide of their lengths together push Jeongguk over the edge. He kisses along Jimin's neck and shoulder, head too heavy to pick up and chase after his lips, muttering nonsense about love and forever and perfect while his cock pulsates with an insane amount of cum.

"Want you to cum too," Jimin moans with his head fallen to the side and a hand lazily reaching for Yoongi, against Jeongguk's side.

"Please," Jeongguk adds, suddenly desperate to feel Yoongi fill him. "Please, I want you to cum in me, too."

An arm wraps around Jeongguk's shoulder and pulls him up, onto his knees, and Jeongguk trembles and moans as Yoongi's cock is buried deeper, and moans again when Yoongi's face nuzzles against his.

"You want me to fill you up, pretty one?" Yoongi groans, and Jeongguk feels every inch of his skin prickle with goosebumps.

"Please."

Yoongi picks up his pace, fucking Jeongguk hard and fast while reaching past Jeongguk to grope at Jimin's chest and gently squeeze his neck. Jimin writhes and moans, eyes glazed over and far away with a smile tugging on his lips, and Jeongguk wants to taste those lips so badly, but Yoongi's grip on him is firm.

Fucking a deity that is built to know what you desire feels like a dangerous game, Jeongguk thinks, as Yoongi's hand palms at his nipple and he begins to moan loudly in his ear. Another hand tugs at his hair, and one gently squeezes his throat, and Jeongguk tries not to dwell on what this multi-armed beast must look like behind him, closing his eyes to fully embrace each sensation.

When Yoongi finally does cum, Jeongguk's cock is already hard again. He has no idea how such a thing could be possible—has no clue if he could possibly reach another orgasm. As Yoongi thrusts slow and deep and trembles while his release fills Jeongguk, he cannot possibly fathom another form Yoongi could possibly take that would top what just happened.

Jimin must be able to visualize another form, however, because slowly, the arms that wrap around them and the tail that holds Jimin up, begin to shift. Deep purple tentacles slowly take solid form and coil around both Jimin and Jeongguk's bodies and limbs and lift them until they are hovering above the bed, in upright positions, facing one another.

"You imagined a tentacle monster?" Jeongguk teases, watching the dopey smile on Jimin's lips upturn.

"You like creatures with fangs too much," Jimin mutters in response, making Jeongguk chuckle and say, "I suppose you're right."

Yoongi comes into view beside the two of them, hovering nude, in his human form, with his cock hard and heavy against his tummy and his tentacles pale at the base and becoming a deep purple toward the ends. Tentacles continue to slowly fuck Jimin and Jeongguk, but the feeling of the appendages cradling and slithering like snake tails is so mesmerizing, Jeongguk cannot quite focus on his own pleasure.

"My pretty, perfect boys," Yoongi rasps, voice nearly human once more, though there is a supernatural echo to it that fills the room. "So good for me. Everything I could ever need."

Tentacles cradle Jeongguk and fuck him, slow and steady and so perfectly. Before him, Jimin is in the same position—head lolled back, and mouth agape as a tentacle fucks him while another slowly strokes his cock. He looks absolutely gone, blinking heavily as if at any moment, he might wake up to a different reality. Jeongguk's lids suddenly feel heavy, and he fears that he, too, might suddenly appear well-rested elsewhere. Yoongi tucks some hair behind his ear and gives him a genuine, sad smile.

"You're so good for me," Yoongi repeats, rubbing Jeongguk's cheek gently. "Absolutely perfect."

Jeongguk feels the urge to nod off—body exhausted and fucked out and ready to retire. He fights the feeling and attempts to reach out to Yoongi, frowning when his heavy arms don't go too far.

"Please don't let me forget you," Jeongguk pleads, feeling himself succumb to the ensnaring desire to rest. "Please. I can't forget this."

"You've been so perfect for me," Yoongi mutters with sad eyes, as if stuck on repeat. "Thank you, baby."

"No matter what," Jeongguk insists as his eyelids droop and the world spins into darkness, "you can't make me forget."

"So good for me," Yoongi groans. "So, so perfect."

Jeongguk reaches out, but his hand grasps onto nothing. It's as if he's falling down, down, down into darkness until suddenly—

Jeongguk jolts awake, gasping for air as he sits up in bed. He doesn't get too far, held back by Jimin's arm, which is slung over his chest. A cursory glance shows Jeongguk that he is in his hotel room, in bed, nude with his boyfriend. At the tip of his tongue are words left unspoken, but for the life of him, he cannot remember what they are, nor can he remember who they are for.

Jimin holds Jeongguk tight and grumbles, pulling on him as if beckoning him to return to sleep, and Jeongguk allows himself to be pulled into Jimin and nuzzles against his head, breathing in his slightly floral scent as he returns to sleep. Whatever it is Jeongguk dreamt of, he hopes he might return to it.

With a huff, Jeongguk allows Jimin to take him by the hand and lead him back through the woods. They have been traversing the area for a while now, going off-path rather than returning to the resort, despite how late in the evening it is becoming. Jimin drags him along, and Jeongguk feels amused by Jimin's excitement with nowhere else to be—patient and serene, as long as he is with the man he loves.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Jeongguk feels a longing that nags at him. A nostalgia that the trees seem to encourage despite providing no answers. Jeongguk thinks perhaps this is the place they visited in his dreams. He considers telling Jimin, but wonders if some things are better left unsaid.

With the resort just past the clearing to the right, Jimin stops abruptly and turns to the left. He squeezes Jeongguk's hand tightly, and in that moment, Jeongguk remembers bits of the dream he had. He remembers warm apple pie and sharp fangs and everything beyond his wildest imagination.

"Do you miss him too?" Jimin asks, and Jeongguk's breath hitches.

Him. Dark, wild hair, pale, pretty skin, and a deep, raspy voice. Fangs and nails and scales and of course Jeongguk misses him. Suddenly, every moment spent with him is clear as day, as if Jeongguk had never left and his entire body aches for him. Suddenly, Jeongguk remembers the way he felt in the man's hold, alive for the first time in years, and in love again with the most beautiful man in the world.

"Yeah," is all Jeongguk can bring himself to say as he stares ahead at the clearing that should be a cabin. He misses him too—aching and deep, more than he has ever missed someone before. It is as if he can still feel the ghost of him on his skin, and although he is so grateful to have Jimin by his side, there is a nostalgia he fears will never leave him. "Yeah, I miss him, too."

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unladielike · 1 year

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PROS AND CONS OF DATING VIVIAN.

the pros.

She’s a very cute, glasses wearing girl. Need I say more?

You will likely end up being her special interest... aka she will have a page in her notebook dedicated to you, with all your likes and dislikes written in it. Stuff like blood type, birthday, hobbies, kinks, and turn offs would also be included as well, but regardless, you can expect to be gushed about.

There will never be a dull moment with her, so you don’t have to ever worry about being bored.

She will bring you flowers, regardless of your gender.

Vivian will take care of you if you get sick. Seriously, this girl won’t take no for an answer and will see to it that your health improves!

It’s very likely you will be the only person she truly loves. Like, she may be sexually attracted to other people, but she’s not the type to really fall for others, so romantically speaking, she will only ever have eyes for you.

Vivian actually likes physical contact and being touched, so unlike most touch-averse autistic individuals, she adores PDA, to the point where she won’t be uncomfortable if you shower her with affection.

She’s a very good girl. For example, Vivian isn’t very motivated to cook for only herself, but if she’s cooking for two, you can expect consistent home-cooked meals. She will also actually listen to you and heed what you have to say, so if you tell her you’re lactose intolerant? Expect anything she bakes/cooks to have no milk in it.

Vivian is an extrovert, so if you’re not much a talker, she can do most of the talking for you.

She’s very open minded and fun-loving, meaning she will likely agree to tag along in whatever adventure you’re dragging her into.

Vivian will actually stop hating couples/media with romance and fictional couples in it, so if you guys are dating, her bitterness towards normies would fade.

You will be up to speed when it comes to Gen-Z language and internet lingo in no time, because this girl is very much a nerd who grew up with memes.

With her, cringe culture is basically dead; in other words, she will absolutely join you, decked out in full frontal cosplay, and even go as far as to Naruto run with you.

the cons.

Vivian may be eccentric, but she isn’t a manic pixie dream girl, so you may end up disappointed if she doesn’t give you important life lessons or improve your life in any meaningful way. I mean, this girl is dumb, to the point where she doesn’t exactly have the best head on her shoulders.

She will still love 2D characters, to the point where she will continue hyperfixating over them and writing fanfiction of them. She will, however, cease to have the desire to date them in real life.

She has very bad table manners... meaning she might shamelessly belch around you.

Regardless of your gender, she will ask if you would want to take a leak together at some point.

With actual boundaries being set, Vivian can eventually mellow out over time, but if you don’t play your cards right, she can become obsessed with you. Honestly, due to the fact she has compulsive sexual behaviour, chances are high she will instigate very inappropriate actions around you.. Basically, though, if you give her an inch, she will take a mile, and by having sex with her, you’re potentially putting your dick in crazy.

Does prefer men and masc-aligned individuals, so while she is capable of being attracted to women/gender queer folks, Vivian might end up becoming miserable in a monogamous relationship with someone who isn’t a man. Like... if she is strictly forbidden to explore her sexuality with men/masc-aligned individuals, there’s a high chance she will feel trapped in that relationship, but she will never express it to you, because she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.

She’s a slob, so she won’t often brush her hair and will probably be found with her pant pockets hanging out. Coupled with the fact she struggles when it comes to executive functioning, there might even be times where she forgets to brush her own teeth.

Despite being a true girl at heart, Vivian isn’t stereotypically feminine and will act very boyish, to the point where she’ll be the one to hold out doors and pull out chairs for you.

Vivian’s stubborn... and can get very mean-spirited, if you end up making her angry.

Because she’s an autistic woman who refuses to mask, she might prove to be a bit too much for the average neurotypical person. Honestly, her autism isn’t a cute quirk you can simply love away; in fact, it’s very much a permanent part of her, so there may be days where you’re frankly frustrated with her.

Her sense of humour can be considered off-putting at times.

She will risk her own life in order to protect you, meaning Vivian would basically shove you away from a moving car and let herself be hit instead.

The older she gets, the more she would become disillusioned by romance, so there may come a point where she would regret being in a relationship, especially with how much hard work it is and how much compromise it requires. Of course, this doesn’t mean she would necessarily stop loving her partner, but she might have lingering doubts and uncertainties over a future with them.

If you’re a man, her parents will likely bug you about having kids and will ask when you’re planning on give them grandchildren.

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steele-soulmate · 2 years

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Tattooed Wings Kinktober 31 NSFW Alphabet (Peter Steele) Tattooed Wings Alphabet Headcannons

WORDS: 1515

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Peter is big on aftercare- after all, he literally just got done reaming his soulmate with his giant dick, so he’d carry her in for a warm bubble bath, absolutely doting on her. After, he’ll spoon her in bed, gently massaging her sore muscles with his large hands as she drifts off to sleep.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

Peter loves Mary Claire’s brilliant sapphire blue eyes and her short height. On him, he likes his multi-talented hands and the sinful sounds they can pull out of her.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Peter knows Mary Claire isn’t a big fan of the taste of his cum, so when she’s blowing him, he almost always pulls out and showers her neck and tits with his juices.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory)

Peter never knew that he had a size kink until he met tiny Mary Claire. With their comical difference in size, Peter loves how she trusts him to not hurt her, but he also adores when she asks him to “FUCKING RUIN ME” How can he deny her?

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

You’re kidding me, right? Peter Steele had his own fair share of one night stands with groupies and the likes. He lost his virginity at age sixteen to a past girlfriend and never looked back. He is the KING of the bedroom.

F = Favorite Position(s)

MISSIONARY

Peter is a little old fashioned, he likes missionary because he can look into his sweetheart’s eye as he makes love to her.

He also really likes 69 because he can eat out Mary Claire while having her his cock.

COWGIRL

Sometimes, he just wants to sit back and let Mary Claire control the speed and tempo of things, plus he can ogle her luscious, bouncy tits to his heart’s desire.

DOGGYSTYLE

From time to time, Peter will return home in a frustrated mood, and only after getting consent from his sweetheart will he RAVISH her petite body, marking her and claiming the smaller female as his.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Peter is pretty serious during sex, although he will allow for a sarcastic quip to make the love of his life break into her melodic giggles from time to time.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

After the royal fuck up that’s known as Peter Steele’s PlayGirl centerfold, he just stopped caring about his cock area down there, letting it run wild, just like the mane on his head. Unlike the hair that everyone can see, his private bush is a white-grey color from age, and it is THICK and CURLY.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Peter is extremely romantic towards his sweetheart. Whenever she goes on tour with him, he always makes sure to treat her to nice dinners and takes her out to picnics and late night snuggle fests in bed.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcannon)

Mary Claire has accidently walked in on Peter when he was jerking his monkey and he only tossed her a lazy smile before motioning her closer to him. Needless to say, Peter jerks off at least twice or more in a single day.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Peter has a great deal many kinks, all which he is eager to try out with his sweetheart- pregnancy kink, size kink, priest kink, fire kink… he is also surprisingly into roleplay. His favorite scenario to act out is him dressing in his priest’s collar (AND NOTHING ELSE) and “punishing” her for her “sins” by dripping melting candle wax all over her.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Peter is pretty adventurous- he once had Mary Claire cock warm him while he was giving an interview, and no one was any the wiser. Of course, once everyone was done and had left them alone, he goes absolutely WILD and claims her as his own.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

All it takes most days is Mary Claire doing some nonexciting activity like laundry or baking a pie. Since Peter is a tall man at close to six foot eight inches, he had A LOT of sexual energy.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Peter won’t try anything like scat, piss or vomit play or be too rough. Mary Claire has serious trauma in relations to sex, and he doesn’t want to cause her any further mental scars.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

While Peter apricates the occasional blowjob from Mary Claire, he doesn’t actively seek her out for a blowjob. As how he’s huge, he doesn’t want to cause her any discomfort or end up seriously hurting her. Besides, he quite enjoys the taste of her slick on his tongue. It (oddly enough) reminds him of honey and popcorn.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Peter’s pace depend on a wide verity of things- if they need to be somewhere, if they’re doing a quickie or if they have all the time in the world, what Peter’s temperament of the day is…

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are awkward for Peter because in the past, he liked bending girls over in half and claiming them that way, but as how his soulmate is under four foot ten inches, he finds himself hoisting her up and having her cling to him as his cock jackhammers in and out of her tight little hole. It’s tricky, but they make do.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Peter’s middle name is risk- he loves taking a chance. The riskiest place he claimed Mary Claim was on top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris when it was just the two of them up at the top.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Peter can go for countless rounds, lasting for hours. When he and Mary Claire both cum, he will take a twenty minute break to allow them to catch their breaths and do a quick check in and if all is good, he powers up for another round.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Peter doesn’t have a problem with Mary Claire using toys to work herself off, but she did one time buy him a vibrating cock ring and she teased him while he was wearing it onstage, ramping it up when he would hit the high notes on songs. He played it off as being drunk, but everyone knew better. After the show, he gave his soulmate the best dicking of her life.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Peter is LOUD. Like only a fool wouldn’t be able to assume what they’re doing behind closed doors. He grunts and groans and growls like a feral animal in heat.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcannon for the character of your choice)

One time, he willingly let Mary Claire tie him up and try to act as a dom. It was cute- she was bright red and kept breaking to do little check ins with him. But what she wasn’t aware of was that Peter had untied his hands from her clumsy knotwork until she was sitting in his lap riding him and he gripped his hands to her back, bringing her in closer to him to kiss her adorable face.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Have you seen the PlayGirl’s August 1995 edition? The man is PACKING, at over 13 inches long and is incredibly thick and veiny.

Y = Yearning (How high is his sex drive?)

Peter is ALWAYS erect, much to Mary Claire’s amusement. So, from time to time, he’ll whisk her off and away from whatever she’s doing to help with his little “problem” and she is always more than happy to help.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Peter won’t go to sleep until he’s finished caring for Mary Claire and she’s asleep. Only then will he snuggle up next to her and let his eyes fall shut.

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impeccablebackside · 2 years

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Gonna send you two asks, if you don't mind. The first (not related to the question) is do you have any naughty thoughts about Coricopat?

I view Cori as being on the more asexual side of things, so the naughty thoughts are lesser. Not to say non-existent, just not strong in a sense.

Anyway, I will spill some thoughts on him. Hopefully they are good, but do not hesitate to ask for more specific things if you are inclined anon.

He is bisexual, and does not have a strong lean one way or the other. However, there are periods where he will only fuck a tom or queen and then choose to do it again next time before swapping sides. Both sexes offer him something different. Sometimes he just wants dick or pussy.

Cori does not have a high sex drive most of the time, but when he does, it is fairly strong. He will get his fill from his partner(s) and then level off again for some time. The desire and pleasure is enough to keep him satisfied until the next time.

His partners mainly include Mungo, and sometimes Rumple, Misto, or Cass. His more 'dream' type lovers would be Bomba and Tugger either alone or together.

He will go solo and pleasure himself whenever he feels like it, giving himself attention that only he can appreciate. Slow and detailed, edging himself to a myriad of thoughts.

Cori has a softer domme kink where someone will stroke him off while praising him, but they are a touch rougher and faster than he is used to. The motions are slightly uncomfortable but also incredibly pleasurable. Along with this, his partner will stop and deny his release in parts just to see if he will beg. He tries his best to be good and quiet, and is always rewarded.

Specific to the point above, he will lay himself down on his back and allow complete access of his body to his partner. His more favoured way of being tended to is with steady and exploratory rubbing of hands paws all along his body, down from his chest or up his legs to his cock. He has weak spots when there is attention paid to his nipples when giving him a handjob. He likes a firm hand on his balls when giving him a handjob as well, rubbing and playing with them. Circular and sliding motions while palming the head of his cock is very much welcomed, and it always makes him breathless. Cori is also open to prostate massages, and has had adventurous parties try it out on him, many times for the first time. Using both hands are always a better outcome in the end, and he is into toms or queens having that slight control over him.

The man likes himself an ass. Does not matter who it belongs to. All of it works for him. He will also rim anyone.

Since he is abstinent from frequent sex because his desires fluctuates, he cums a lot when he hits his climax. It feels so good to him, and it ends up being a show for his partner if his cock is 'out' when it happens. He may have inadvertently given Cass a huge creampie at least once, but she loved it.

#have to stop here (because i have to go back to work - i am on my dinner break) but i could probably go further #hope these work for you #if not let me know what you think #anyway here have 8 points in a handy list

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stories2tell · 1 year

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Part one

Okay so we meet up with each other and honestly I don't completely know how to feel other than sexy and confident. More than anything I am feeling like I am making positive moves towards a different Life style. Honestly I was always accustomed to a really Vanilla Life style. And through it all I he wanted me to know that my Kinks and fantasies where valid. When we first meet I felt welcomed and really comfortable. I was really transparent and Sex was made to be a release with no strings attached. I know this is helping me because this give me the confidence to be as wild and adventurous I could ever want. I told him All of my fantasies starting from my love for sex in public places. I never knew that was a classified Kink but he made me feel as though I was valid in having those and taught me ways to healthily express them. He took me to the mall because I asked him to, he was so sweet and like a great partner. I Told him of a fancy to be fucked in a Fitting room and this was after we went to the mall however we got food after and it was Qdoba. Literally amazing service on the employees part but We went to the line about to order but my thong was killing me I told him I had to take a piss and that I would be back. Im in the bathroom about to take care of my business when he come in behind me, I was in a state of shook and Truthful really turned on by his confidence. “What are you doing?” I asked him nothing was said on his part he locked the door and planted a huge fucking kiss on me. At first I was stunned then I was really hot and bothered like really into the kiss I liked the way it was gentle yet very passionate and it took me off my feet. He then slid his fingers down my panties and started rubbing his fingers through the folds of my pussy, at this point I am soaked. Like magic is happening in this Qdoba Bathroom. We Ended up in a IKEA for some strange reason and honest it was really nice we talked more he was a very childish mindset and I think its really cute his domineer. I like that I can just do what I want to do and have nice banter. A plus is this mans sex tolerance. Like any chance he gets to touch me or be by me he takes it. His touch is warm and inviting, It makes me feel desired in ways words cant describe. The feeling is intoxicating. I sometimes long for his touch and then when I receive it I'm on cloud nine. I fell overjoyed and It like a rush where there is no right or wrong its just pleasant. I kind think of him like a puppy, because hes just so happy to go for the ride. I'm learning so much from the experience and I was terrified to have to go through this process and honesty it felt as though im growing within my confidence. Like the world is making a part of myself is learn how to go with the flow I don't have to do anything I don't want to. I want to experience more of that. I don't know how its gonna happen yet here I am just appreciative how the universe will find ways for me to experience it.

The party didnt seem to end there after everything happed in public we went to the liquor store and got a few drink to help us unwind and really it was probably what I needed. We get back to his house and It was decent for where he is currently in his life, and we go upstairs. He had a haick in his bedroom. Like who does that? IDK but it was really comfy and he gets on his knees in from of me and pulls up my dress. Know mind yall when we were texting he said wear a skirt and hell find his hands began to drift. Anyhow, Hes on his knees and My dress is literaly pulled up and his face disappears into my pussy like I'm living. At some point were making the most intense eye contact ive ever experienced in my life like holy shit I can not function. His tough did something maggical. And lowkey highkey I was turned on. I don't know what it was about seeing him on his knees but It made me wild. He pulls out his dick and at some point I was like so do you have a condom because truthfully Im not trying to get prego, and hes like im not going to insert it just play he starts to rubbing dick all over my pussy and Im like holy shit dude what the actually fuck aree you doing to my body like all I can think about is the intense feel building up in my stomack and I have never felt so good. It was like he was teasing me putting me through an emence amounts of toucher and I was like a dog who was being teased on thanksgiving. I had enough and pussy was practically quaking for this man. I feel as though a switch turned on and this next part gets a little heated. As hes just playing with my pussy litteraly staring at it like he hungry but showing restraint all I feel is my pussy yelling at me girl if you don't allow this man to fuck you I will, Noting can compare to the feeling I got when I grabbed his shirt and made the longest eye contact with him. Everything from him taking me off garud at Qdoba to him frisking me in Ikea was like bisshhhhh take his soul. As hes playing in my juices, Im on edge and bout to lose potential all of my sanity. It was like he read my mind as his dick lines up with my dripping pussy, I look deep in his eyes and I can see this man is holding back for me to give him the okay. With all of my celibacy might I just knew it was something I was gonna lose thar day. I know a simple yes and I could feel His dick start to stretch my walls, my head is thrown back and rushes of pleasure is sent all through out my body. It was like a drug feeling the smooth and sesational gluide of our bodies match. Small mutters fell from my mouth and I was over taken by pleasure and desire.

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edgegreys · 2 years

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Dustwind savage vanilla

I'm uncomfortable with the idea of him going over to play with these men without me there, but I find these bondage sessions really tedious. We don't have that kind of gear, but he knows some older guys who do. Some light bondage with sex is fine, but I don't like the kind of bondage he does because it's way too much for me-and we can't exactly have sex when he's in layers of latex gear, hooded and gagged, strapped down inside a coffin-like "bondage box" with the lid closed and padlocked shut. My boyfriend, "Jack," is into pretty intense bondage (in addition to the vanilla sex we have all the time). Just remember the escort-ad dodge: You're paying someone for their time-for their companionship-and whatever happens during that time is between two consenting adults. But the risk, again, is pretty small, and the rewards-for a foot fetishist-would be pretty great. Busting consenting adult sex workers and johns is easier than catching thieves, rapists, and murderers, and it all but guarantees a police department some positive coverage on the local evening news. The risk of being busted for an ad like that-particularly if there's no explicit offer of cash in exchange for sexual services-is low, CFT, but not nonexistent. I replied, "Well, sure, but you can't just walk up to women on the street and be like, 'Hey, can I jack off to your feet for a hundred bucks?'" She said, "The internet, duh." My question: Is it illegal to offer money for such services online? What kind of risk would I be running if I ran an ad that hinted at what I'm interested in without getting too explicit? So your wife, if you're having sex with her, too, has a right to know where the rent money is coming from.Ī friend of mine who indulged my foot fetish (let me jack off while looking at and fondling her feet) while we were dating mentioned recently that lots of women would be up for indulging it for the right price. Regular STI testing will only let you know that you've caught an STI, if you should ever catch one-it doesn't immunize you against catching an STI. (And sex workers? They're regular people, too.) And while I don't think you should feel bad, PBR, I do think you should tell the wife. So lots of "regular people" have done sex work. Tons of stories were written at the height of the Great Recession about average people doing sex work to make ends meet, PBR. Do you think regular people occasionally do this? Should I feel bad? I mean, sucking 15 cocks for cash just to make rent seems pretty extreme, but aside from some low-level shame, I feel okay about it. I'm kind of freaked out by how not freaked out I am. I don't intend to tell my wife, but I'm getting frequent STI tests. In order to make rent, I posted a few Craigslist ads, and now I occasionally suck dick for money. I am a bi married father who recently fell on hard times. You might not want to guzzle bottles of it, BARE, but ingesting a little safe-and-nonirritating silicone lube isn't going to kill you. There's a brand of silicone lubricant called Spunk that looks and feels-can you guess?- just like spunk. It's more of a "hotwife" fantasy with a guy/guy bi twist. This isn't a cuckold thing for us, as I have no desire to be humiliated. Your past as a bondage performer doesn't present a health risk for the GGG women you'll be tying up in private, SHARE, so you can go ahead and roll it out slowly. When something awesome, interesting, or commendable about you scares someone off-your fun and sexy kinks, your sexually adventurous history-your best course of action is to shrug and say "good riddance." But if you're afraid the otherwise GGG woman you recently met on a vanilla dating app or in a vanilla drinking establishment will panic and bolt, SHARE, you can wait to disclose your history of tying people up in front of crowds until she's gotten to know you better. Should I tell vanilla girls that I performed at bondage shows? I don't want to scare them off, but I also don't want it to come up years down the road and have it scare them off then. As much as I loved the sex/kink with people I met in "the scene," I never found anything/anyone for the "long term." My question: I'm unsure of how much I should share about my past. So long as she's GGG, I can live with it. I just think I'll have better luck finding a long-term relationship with a girl from the vanilla world. I'm a straight male kinkster who used to do live performances as a rope bondage top, but I recently jumped out of the kink community.

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♡Pick a Card reading♡: How are they like? Valentine's Day special (18+)

Minors DO NOT INTERACT!! This is adult content meant for adults. This material could expose you to unwanted attention and put you in danger. Please stay away for your own and other people’s safety!

Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone!!! 💝💘💝 On this special day, I wanted to offer something special for all you all lovable beings!! I said it before, Valentine’s Day sucks because it has become a commercial holiday, but I'm still a hopeless romantic who loves seeing people happily in love and I hope this reading will make you feel less lonely 🥺🥺

In this pac I’ll dig into who your first/next partner is. This reading is gender neutral and timeless, you can apply it as you wish (I’ll specify if I’m sensing that it’s a man or a woman). What we’ll be exploring is:

• bits about them and their personality

• physical description

• (18+) chemistry between you + kinks/fantasies

• astrological placements, numbers, symbols, messages

Decks used: The Enchanted Love Tarot, Tarot of Sexual Magic, Manara Tarot

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Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

Pile 1

This person is very lighthearted in their approach to romance, they see love as an adventure, something that gives you butterflies. They're very passionate about what they do, and are capable of fulfilling their desires because of it. They like new experiences and making memories as they're living life. They might seem young but they're actually very wise and dedicated when it comes to their work and projects. People might come to ask them for advice. I'm not sensing an aggressive energy from them, in fact, this is the type who avoids conflict altogether, especially in relationships. This person is a massive flirt. They're very charismatic and witty and people around them enjoy their presence. They might get thrilled at the start of a connection but once it doesn't match their plans, consider them gone. They might have trouble acknowledging or accepting the depth of their feelings, they're quite scared of being vulnerable with new people, or this could be you as well.

Physical appearance: blonde curly hair and tan skin, robust or thick body, a youthful face, energetic and active, glasses but I'm also seeing long brown or red hair, Afro-American, 5 o'clock shadow, strong arms and shoulders

(18+) Chemistry between you and their sexual kinks/fantasies

You guys might fall for each other very quickly. There's a strong mental connection between you two; you're pulled together like magnets. They're so passionate between the sheets, I felt almost overwhelmed lol. This person loves holding and hugging you while you're having s3x. They enjoy the idea of protecting you and being near you physically. They might take the initiative most of the time with soft caresses, kisses, looking deep into your eyes.

What I'm seeing is that they're not into flings or ons; s3x and love are intertwined to them. Your first/future partner wants to make you feel loved and cherished. Sex is very intimate for them and they prefer having it behind closed doors. But they might try to turn you on while in public as well (touching you under the table, wearing lingerie or not wearing underwear might be some ways, or they just enjoy seeing you like that). They like it when you're desperate and needy for their attention; they would like to see you aggressive and possessive in bed, wanting you to tear their clothes off. They love your legs, especially your butt and thighs. There's a lot of mutual masturbation here, and doing it when you're apart from them (for those who are into men, this is the dick of death lmao and he knows how to use it). You guys might have wet dreams with them and just get horny for each other randomly throughout the day. You could just be cooking or washing the dishes when they come from behind and start eating you out on the counter or sucking your dick in broad daylight. Sex starts very passionately, and will proceed slower and have a stable rhythm, they want to show you how strong they are and they'll make sure you're both reaching your orgasm. You're both gonna be exhausted after it. They enjoy aftercare and just wrapping their arms around you as you're falling asleep.

2, 14, 28, 8, 4, 13, 48, thigh-highs, stockings, baby doll, "hold me", "I just wanted to call you, that's all"; Libra, Scorpio, Gemini placements; Moon dominant; Scorpio Mars; Cancer/Aries Venus; Sag Moon; Capricorn Sun

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Pile 2

Both the image of the pile and the cards are telling me this person might like cars, or know a lot about vehicles. Very active mind, easily distracted, multitasker. They're also very good with words, chatty and direct (they text fast I hear), full of ideas. They like making lists? Might be praised for their intellect at work. They seek a balanced and blissful environment to unwind and feel accepted in. After an exhausting day of fighting, debating, negotiating, they just want to come home to the safety of you arms 🥺🥺. Their job might be mentally or physically draining so they don't have the energy to party. Definitely wants to stay at home after work, family oriented. Very balanced in their lifestyle tho, very active, they take care of themselves and make sure you're doing well too.

You can talk freely about your struggles and afflictions to this person. Super caring and understanding individual. Career must be very important to them cause I keep going back to it.

Physical appearance:

Could be your age or just a couple of years older than you; there's a significant height difference between you two; muscular/fit (walks fast?); long blonde hair or long dark curly hair; olive or pale skintone; youthful face; their eyes might stand out a lot to you; wears a uniform

(18+) Chemistry between you and their sexual kinks/fantasies

They might seem closed off or reserved about sex at the beginning for some reason. This person is adaptable to your needs in the bedroom, they pay attention to the little details and put in the effort to please you good. Balanced give and take is very important, they want you to feel good and expect the same in return.

I’m sensing two types of energies here. The masculine energy likes to stay on top and cover you with his body. They get turned on by watching your body move while you're underneath them. They like the feeling of soft your skin under their fingertips. Whereas the feminine is touchy-feely, wants to be hugged and is on the submissive side (take whatever energy suits you).

They like having sex in the dark with some candles and music playing in the background (they might know how to play an instrument). They would love to do it with you in multiple positions and rounds. Love for the chest, arms and shoulders. This energy is quite in your face, you can’t deny the passion they feel for you. They secretly get turned on by the idea of being watched or getting caught during the act. Sex in the car, outside, on the couch, foreplay in the hallway, and mirror sex could be options on their mind. They're very vocal and need feedback in order to understand how they're doing. Lots of praise and kisses leave their lips for you.

222, 333, 3, 8, 14, 13, 7; stars, night time, green, purple, velvet, candles, holding hands, soulmates, "you're such a dream", "lift your skirt for me, baby"; "drink some water"; Moon dominant, Libra/Sag placements; Libra moon; Aries Venus, beginning of Spring

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Pile 3

Their personality is built upon the difficulties they faced in the past. They learned patience and perseverance, transforming their dreams and ideals into reality. They hope to be able to share the best parts of themselves with the person they love. They have a soft and welcoming energy to them, yet they're very grounded and pragmatic. They're very giving and always there to help those in need.

This person is an empath so they might need time for themselves in order to recharge their energy (they might work in a hospital/clinic or deal with nutrition for their job). They might be on the introverted side. Yet people around them don't perceive this, in fact they're very charming in the eyes of others but in a subtle way. This is not someone who's afraid or confused about their feelings towards you, and has no issues telling you how they feel. You might feel safe to be vulnerable with them. (I love their energy, they feel comforting, like soft blankets and hot chocolate)

Physical attributes: medium height or taller, dark hair, skin on the tan or dark side, athletic (might play in a competitive sport or a team), toned legs or back; curves, healthy lifestyle; alright idk how to explain this, but they have a muse quality about them, they would look good in a portrait, you feel relaxed looking at them; for some of you, you might already know them;

(18+) Chemistry between you and their sexual kinks/fantasies

Foreplay is very important to this person, they'll likely take their time with you and make sure you feel loved in their presence. Sensual and comforting is the best way I can describe having sex with this person. It's a journey that starts slow and ends in the most passionate way possible, because they start getting wrapped up in this feeling of you and can't get enough of it, which pushes them to go faster towards the end. You might've been waiting for someone like this (manifestation?). Or physical intimacy might start later for the two of you.

You'll be spiritually in tune with this person, like they just know where to touch you or how to please you. You're their queen/king and they’ll treat you as such. Body worshipping, p*ssy/c*ck worshipping is what I'm hearing. This person LOVES dirty talk and praise, like wow 😳😳 They’re nasty but with a soft side. They'll treat you like you're ethereal, like you're too good to be true. As you can see, their attention is quite focused on you. Your future/first partner is a giver in all senses. They like spoiling you with their love, touch and gifts (buying s*x toys to overstimulate you with). They could've been so lonely that they couldn't wait to pour all their love into you (awww). Speaking of water, this person will make you wet/hard for them easily. You'll lowkey feel overwhelmed with them lol. From you, they're likely wishing just blowjobs/being eaten out. They seem to enjoy seeing you on your knees (especially if they're a man). They love seeing your body move and in different positions, especially on top of them, they like variety. Sexting could also be a possibility as well, they like being sent nudes while they're working. Cuddles are guaranteed after sex, plus they will even draw a bath or take you to shower together afterwards.

1212, 11, 37,18, 8, 1, 5, short skirt, “ride my face”, “just wait a little longer”, “I’m here if you need me”, surprise kisses, cuddles turn into sex, honey, travel buddy, bath sex, king/queen energy; Virgo Sun/Venus; Aquarius Venus; Leo Mars; Jupiter in Libra; Pisces/Cancer/Gemini placements; Mercury or Pluto Dominant;

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I hope it resonated, I'm sending lots of love your way ❤❤❤