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stariekis · 2 months

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a room for two

🛋️ pairing : 엔하이픈 ot7 + gn!reader . genre : fluff . cw : kisses + skinship

— synopsis : visiting their room for the first time <3

— note : finally i had the inspiration to write smt 🙌🏻 sorry for being inactive lately babies but here you have more ot7 content ! hope you enjoy reading it, as always reposts and feedback are so welcome <3 sending the biggest kiss ^3^

heeseung :

we all know how big of a gamer he is so i know that he would have one of those professional gamer set ups in his room, the one that streamers usually have. and, as he has shown us, he collect figures too so a big shelf full of them is a must in his room. — 'this is were i spend most of my time' he said, sitting on his chair — 'now i know where you are when you don't answer my text am i right?' you answered, joking obviously. he rolled his eyes at your comment, taking you hand on his and making you sit on his lap, his hands now resting on you thighs. you admired his room, he didn't have a lot of decoration but it was so like him. — 'i think i like your room more than mine, i might come over more' you said turning to him. he giggled at your comment, you just made him the happiest boy ever. pecking your lips he answered — 'you are more than welcome doll' giving you another kiss, this one lasting more than the other one you both just shared.

jay :

i've always imagine him having the tidiest room ever. but, because it was the first time sleeping with you, he wanted his room to look ten times better. he cleaned everything up, light up candles and changed his sheets, it needs to be perfect. when you entered his room for the first time you were welcomed by the coziest room you've ever been, the aroma of vanilla flooded your nose —'you like it love?' jay said, standing on the door frame while looking at your curious figure eyeing up his room. — 'hope you do because you will spend a lot of time here from now on' he was now hugging your waist from behind. — 'i like that idea actually' you answer him, receiving a kiss on your neck from him.

jake :

his room was, to your surprise, very organized. you thought that his room would be kind of messy but everything was perfectly placed, not a single dust speck visible. — 'don't be fooled, his room is not always this tidy' you heard jay say as he passed in front of jake's room — 'WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT MAN' he shouted stepping out of his room, hearing jay laugh down the hallway right after. taking his arm and pulling him inside again you hold both of his hands — 'baby it's fine, i wouldn't mind at all' you pecked his pouty lips, he didn't want you to know (even though you would end up discovering it, but not know at least) — 'now that you know my secret i don't have to clean every time, is tiring you know?' grabbing you by the waist he lifted you off the ground and sat the both of you on his bed, spending the rest of the day in each other's embrace.

sunghoon :

he would have the most minimalist room out of them. lots of framed pics perfectly placed on his walls — 'you took all of them?' you said sitting on his desk chair, they were the first thing that caught your attention — 'each and every one of them yeah' a smile plastered on his face as he answered your question, feeling proud that you liked his pics that much. you turned around on his chair now facing him who was sitting in his bed with his camera on his hand — 'wait baby i want to take a picture of you stay there' you smile at the camera, the flash appearing right after —'why do you want a picture of me here hoon?' you asked him, getting up from his chair and making your way towards him, standing in between his open legs. he put his camera aside and grabbed your hips looking up at you — 'because i like to take pictures of pretty views and you are the prettiest one i've ever seen'.

sunoo :

i just know that sunoo would have tons of cute plushies on his bed ): so as soon as you opened the door you were welcomed by a pile of plushie on top of his bed — 'you put them away when you sleep right?' you said, he looked at you with a shocked expression — 'no i don't, how could you say something like that?' your expression changed into a shocked one — 'how are we going to fit in your bed then my love?' you said putting your hand on you hips while looking at his bed. — we will make it work don't worry' he concluded, smiling at you. the next morning you found all of his beloved "friends" on the floor, a reminder to put them aside the next time.

jungwon :

like sunoo i thing he might have tons of plushie on top of his bed, mostly fan gifts. when you entered his room and saw all the cat plushies you smiled turning towards him — 't-they are not mine they are from jay i'm just keeping them here... yeah' you laugh at his reaction, sitting on his bed and taking one on you hand you out it next to you boyfriend's face — 'they look like you thought' he took from your hands the plushie and looked at him with a smile adoring his face. sitting next to you in his bed he looked at you, sighing — 'you didn't believe it right?' you shook your head hearing him laugh as he lay on his bed, you followed right after. — 'but having that many plushie of yourself is a bit self-centered don't you think' you jokingly said, looking at his side profile. he pinched your side while mouthing a 'shut up', hearing you giggling right after.

ni-ki :

he would be a nervous wreck my baby </3 and i know for a fact that he would hide all his plushie in his closet so you won't see them, he thought that you might find it ridiculous. the idea was fine at first but his secret was soon to be discovered when you opened his wardrobe and a tiny duck plushie felt in front of you. he was laying on his bad looking at his phone so he didn't realize what just happened. you made your way towards him with the little duck on your hand — 'this is so cute why was him on your closet' he looked up from his phone but as soon as he made eye contact with the thing on your hands he rolled on his back and hid his face on his hands — 'you weren't supposed to see that babe' laughing at him you sat down on top of him putting the stuffed animal up in his face telling him how similar they were. a long night was ahead for the both of you.

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chappellroansdreamgirl · 9 days

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officer!els<3

author's note - meow i love this woman.

content warnings - black!coded!reader ig????, fluff, els i love u ellie williams pls handcuff me to ur bed and police-brutalize me! , text msgs from reader that are very me-coded! , mostly just based off every grumpy but cool cop i've seen in media, lots of notes from me i'm going insane I NEED HER!!!!! , there's a white man in a pic i put... you have been warned, smut/suggestive shit at the end!

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- def wanted to be a cop when she was a kid and then was a total fucking juvenile as a teen. (duh!)

- always loved the police officers who barely ever gave troubled kids a hard time. (this is coming from a troubled kid. acab all the way except for u guys. well, still acab, but y'all r cool!) would refuse to talk to anyone except her favorites. i fully believe that's one of the reasons she would go into this workforce.

- when she got approved to start training to be a cop, u were home with her favorite strand of weed and she gave u a look like, "🤨🤨" , "can't be doing that no more baby, i'm gonna be a cop." , "...stfu and take the first hit before you piss me off..." , she's wearing a SHIT-eating grin before she takes it. (don't ask me how she passes her drug-tests!) (probably gets jesse to do it or someone idk maybe joel if she's lucky!) (def not joel...)

- ADDING ONTO THIS!^^ : every single time you smoke when she can't she'll look so sad or just side-eye tf out of you... "really?" , "what do you want me to do ellie..." u stopped smoking around her when she couldn't...

- this woman is so intimidating but once those cop dogs come on the scene she's so cute<3 . she's so smiley and happy they love her AND SHE LOVES THEM. she definitely sent u a picture of her with the group of the babies and was like, "can we adopt them all pls i love them ):" . you guys adopted a rescue pup shortly after...

- whenever you're doing ANYTHING EVER she flashes her badge at you and says something so loser of her , "don't make me handcuff you..." or makes finger guns with the sounds and GOD I LOVE THIS WOMAN.

- speaking of badges, she always has her badge on her. ALWAYS. it is EMBARRASSING!

- when she got her first arrest she was so happy:3 . i FEEL like she took a picture with the fucker and everything and she looked so proud of herself. "good job baby now pls get to the station before that mf breaks out of those handcuffs he looks like he's gonna murder u..."

- this is a headcannon of mine (and canon so why am i saying hc maybe it's just bcs it's more in-depth in my head.) but she loves kids and whenever she sees a younger person at the station, she makes sure that they're ok and have everything they need.

- with that being said, she HATES the teens who don't have a valid reason to be such delinquents. lovable delinquents are her soft-spot but those... THOSE ONES😧.

- definitely is a kitten-saver-cop. hates getting the call but she responds every time.

- sends u this pic anytime u say something mildly threatening to her in text msgs:

suggestive/NSFW!

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- the day she got her uniform, you wanted to jump her bones. she came back home, poor girl was so tired and all you could think about is how good she looked in that shit.

- like i said... the badge is with her at all times... maybe this is too feral but i feel like she put IT in ur mouth and took a polaroid of it after u were done eating her out or SSAAAWWWWMMMMTHHHIIIIING. (pls let me wear ur badge baby i'm on my knees BEGGING YOU!)

- definitely joked about role-playing jailer/jailed and then it wasn't a joke anymore. y'all tried it once and couldn't stop laughing.

- has definitely used her handcuffs on u or vice versa. she gets so excited when u pull that shit out.

- ggggg...g-g-gu-....gggggggggguuuunnn ki-

- definitely has fucked u in the uniform. u two probs have had a quickie in the station bathroom on multiple occasions.

bonus round - police!els edit<3 :

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straykeedz · 7 months

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day 4: hyunjin + cumshot

©straykeedz

tw: exboyfriend!hyunjin; mentions of a breakup; porn with plot but more like plot with porn tbh; very brief nipple play; unprotected piv sex (don't do that at home 🤨); brief clit play; hyunjin cums on reader (obviously) and takes a pic; cum swallowing; exes2lovers?; ♡

honestly this is, like, 90% plot and 10% porn lol, also bare with me if it sucks - english is not englishing these days 🥹 plus i really don’t know what this is lol hyunjin is always the hardest for me to write 🫠

wc: 4,2k (i’m sorry 🫣);

this is part of my kinktober masterlist. you can find my regular masterlist here (tho it will not be updated until the end of kinktober) ♡

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to make sure i add you to the taglist, your age must be clearly visible on your profile. also, empty blogs will not be added - add at least a profile picture to your blog so that i’ll know you’re not a bot. ♡

smut below the cut, minors dni.

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You scoff, throwing your phone on the bed - still no sign of Hyunjin. He was supposed to be at your place half an hour ago, and still hasn’t showed up. Typical of him - not keeping his promises, no wonder the two of you didn’t work out, it would a miracle if you did. But tonight you don’t have it in you to put up with him - you have somewhere to be and you’re gonna be late if he doesn’t ring your doorbell within the next ten minutes.

Speak of the devil - the doorbell rings. Thank God, you think, rolling your eyes as you head for the door. Once you swing the door open, you’re met with your ex standing on your doorstep - looking pretty handsome, you have to admit. He’s wearing an oversized t-shirt and has his hair styled into a messy bun, undercut clearly visible.

“You were supposed to be here half an hour ago.”, you remark, an unamused expression on your face.

“I��m sorry.” Hyunjin sighs, adjusting his glasses. “Something came up at work.”

You scoff. Yeah, of course, work. You’re not surprised, everything’s about his stupid job with him. You’re surprised he still hasn’t moved into his office, considering he spends most of his time there anyways. But it’s not your place to judge, not anymore, because you’re not his girlfriend anymore and it shouldn’t bother you.

“Yeah, well…”, you cut him off, checking the hour on the digital watch wrapped around your wrist. “You have less than half an hour to grab your things.”, you tell him.

He looks at you surprised. Do you have plans? Well, that would explain why you’re all dressed up and have a full face on. Hyunjin takes a moment to look at you. You’re wearing a black tank top and a skirt - too short for his liking, but it’s not his place to say anything: he’s not your boyfriend anymore, and you can dress however you want to. Just… where are you going?, he can’t help but wonder, and secretly hopes it’s girls’ night or something like that.

“Right.”, he mutters. “Where…?”, he trails, hoping you’d get the rest.

When Hyunjin moved out of your shared apartment a month ago, he didn’t bring all of his things with him, and left most of his clothes in your closet, especially his sweatshirts and jumpers. Given that you broke up in mid-summer, it’s not like he really needed them anyways - but now that fall is approaching, he’s forced to face the problem. Still, he can’t bring himself to ask you if his stuff is still in your closet or if you already moved all of his things - it’d only make the breakup more official than it already is, more real.

“Oh.”, you clear your throat. “They’re still there - in the closet.”

He follows you in what once was both his and your bedroom, which looks so different now. His paintings aren’t exposed on the walls anymore, and there’s no trace of your framed pictures. It pains him, but he tries his best not to let is show, reminding himself that it was for the best. He selects a few of his favorite pieces of clothing, informing you that he’ll probably have to stop by in a few days to take all of his stuff.

“Where’s…”, he starts, rummaging through the hooked sweatshirts, looking for that specific one. “…that grey one with the green details?”, he asks you.

You’re taken aback by his question, because you know exactly what sweatshirt he’s looking for, and you know exactly where it is. You make your way to the closet, to your side of the closet, and slide the door open.

“Here.”, you hand it to him, not able to look him in the eyes. He’s just as surprised as he takes it from your hands, then it hits him - it’s your favorite sweatshirt of his, the one you always stole from him and used to wear to feel him close to you.

“You… still wear it?”, he can’t stop himself from asking you, knowing he’s sounding ridiculous right now. Call it a wishful thinking if you will - that you still wear his clothes.

“I-“, you could lie, but he’d see it in your eyes anyways. “I only wore it a couple of times.”, you admit.

One time, because it was particularly chilly after a thunderstorm, and the other… because you wanted to feel him close, smell his scent and pretend he was still there with you, that you hadn’t broken up and that he’d be coming home and cuddle next to you. But of course he didn’t. Yours, too, a wishful thinking.

“Oh.”, is all he manages to get out - he can’t ignore the way his heart is beating fast in his chest as he holds the sweatshirt with shaky hands. Maybe there’s still hope, maybe he’s still got a chance to make things right.

Before he could say anything else, your phone beeps - a message. You’re quick to retrieve your phone from the back pocket of your skirt and open a notification: a voice memo from your date. You’re about to respond that you can’t listen to it right now, when your fingers slip on the screen and you mistakenly let it play. Full volume, of course, because life’s a bitch.

“Hey, y/n. I’ll pick you up for our date a bit later if it’s alright with you. I just got out of work and I need a sho-“, you lock your phone and throw it on the bed, heart hammering in your chest.

Hyunjin is looking at you with lost eyes - it’s nothing compared to how he’s feeling inside his chest. Void, numb, broken. It’s as if his soul just left his body. You’re dating? Like, going out, meeting boys and… perhaps kiss them, bring them to your house? He feels his knees buckling a bit.

“You’re… you’re going on a date?”, he asks, eyebrows furrowed. Maybe he misheard the voice memo, maybe it was not a man’s voice and it was one of your girlfriends, maybe maybe maybe.

“Hyunjin…”, you to swallow the lump in your throat, not sure what you’re supposed to say right now, there’s not a proper way to talk about your dating life to your ex, is there?

“You’re dating again? Already?”, anger and hurt replaced the confusion in his tone as he stands there, in the middle of your bedroom, sweatshirt in his hands as he looks at you like you just ripped his heart out of his chest.

“It’s not serious.”, you say quickly, not wanting him to think you’re going to marry this guy or anything.

“I should hope so, it would be a fucking travesty if it was serious. We broke up a month ago.”, he remarks. “Are you already over me? Am I that easy to move on from?”, he lets out a sarcastic chuckle, jaw clenched as he snaps his head in the opposite direction, not wanting to look at you right now - not when his eyes are fucking watery.

“It’s not like that.”, the lump in your throat is back.

“And how is it like then?”, he snaps.

You can’t believe him - you honestly can’t believe him. He was the one who broke up with you and he has the audacity to try to make you feel guilty for trying to move on? Okay, maybe jumping into dating guys isn’t the best way of coping with a breakup, but he doesn’t get a say in this.

“Are you being serious right now?”, now it’s your turn to snap. “What am I supposed to do, Hyunjin? Sulk and never move on?”, you speak harshly.

Your words sting him - because that’s exactly what he’s been doing for the past weeks, and he can’t believe you’re already talking about moving on when he still hasn’t gotten used to sleeping alone. He still hasn’t gotten used to a life without you - to waking up alone, to have breakfast alone, to watch movies alone on the couch, to the cold bed that welcomes him each night. And you’re just… dating, casually.

“Were you already seeing him?”, he hates how his voice trembles as he speaks, and clears his throat immediately after. He doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you more than he already has.

“What?”, your voice comes out in a whisper and your eyes widen.

“You heard me.”, he tightens his grip on the sweater. “Were you already seeing him when we were together?”, he clarifies.

“How could you even think I’d do something like that to you?”, you ask him, sincerely shocked.

“It’d explain why you moved on so quickly.”

“Of course I wasn’t seeing him when we were together, Hyunjin, what the fuck?”, you raise your voice. “Besides, why do you care? You broke up with me, not the other way around!”

Hyunjin is forced to face the hard truth and the fact that his actions had had consequences and an impact on your life. He hadn’t even given you a proper explanation when he broke up with you, what a coward he’d been… Too caught up in his own feelings, he didn’t even stop once to wonder how you were doing, how you were dealing with the breakup and his absence. Was it that bad it pushed you into other men’s arms? Was this the first man you’d decided to go out with? Have there been others? He’s not sure he wants to know.

He snaps his head in your direction as soon as he hears your words. You’ve got it completely wrong if you think he broke up with you because he doesn’t care about you when, in fact, it’s the opposite. He cares too much.

“I broke up with you because I wanted to protect you, not because I didn’t love you anymore.”, he mutters.

“Oh, please.”, you scoff. “That’s the lamest excuse ever, even worse than the cliché ‘It’s not you, it’s me’.”

“But it’s true!”, he snaps. “It’s true. I did it for you. Do you really think I didn’t notice the way you were no longer happy with me? I was bad for you, y/n. I felt like I was… clipping your wings, like I was taking happiness away from you.”

You’re honestly shocked by his sudden outburst and confession, but it doesn’t make you feel better. In fact, it makes you even more upset and angry at him.

“It wasn’t your choice to make.”, you reply coldly, crossing your arms over your chest. “You broke me, Hyunjin. You breaking up with me - it hurt more than every fight, more than every disappointment.”, your voice is shaky and your eyes are welling up with tears. Hyunjin hates himself for that.

“If you love someone you let them go.” Hyunjin quotes, hoping it’d make you understand the logic he followed when he did what he did. His dark eyes staring into yours.

“For if they return, they were always yours.”, you whisper back. You don’t break the eye contact.

It happens in an instant.

Hyunjin drops the sweater in his hands, letting it fall on the floor of your bedroom, as his cups your face in his hands and crashes his lips onto yours - and you do the same, wrapping your fingers around his wrists, melting into the kiss. His tongue brushes your lower lip and you instantly part your lips, allowing it inside your mouth.

You can feel him growing harder in his pants, lower half of his body pressing against your stomach, and you moan at the contact when you feel it. Your hands begin to wander all over his body - first on his muscular forearms, then his biceps, then his broad shoulders. Then all the way down his chest and then on his back, scratching it over the t-shirt he’s wearing, but it makes him moan nonetheless.

At the same time, one of his hands travels down your spine until it reaches your ass - squeezing it lightly. The skirt you’re wearing is so tight his fingers are almost brushing your bare skin, and it’s driving him crazy. Moreover, he still can’t believe he’s really kissing you right now, that you have your hands on him, that he’s touching you - his brain can’t process it. He’s scared to pull away from the kiss, even if he does need to breathe, he’s scared you’ll come to your senses and realize you made a mistake, that he’s too late, that you don’t want him anymore, that’s it’s over.

But then he feels you tugging at his shirt, lifting it up a bit to expose some of his pale skin, and he takes it as a sign you want to continue. He pulls away from your lips only to regain his breath, and as he does so, his big, brown eyes stare deep into yours. You’re looking at him, too, with your beautiful eyes and puffy cheeks now pink, lips swollen from the kiss.

“Hyunjin.”, you whisper on his lips. He’s mentally preparing himself for a rejection when you tell him “Bed.” He nods eagerly, before crashing his lips onto yours once again with the same passion as before - only a little more relieved this time, knowing that you want him too just as much as he wants you.

Once you let yourself fall on the mattress, Hyunjin’s body is immediately on yours, hovering over yours as he keeps on kissing you without any intention of pulling away from you. Your skirt has lifted up a bit, allowing his crotch to press directly against yours - the bulge in his pant clearly evident as it brushes against your clothed cunt, which has you squirming under him.

He only pulls away from your body when your hands begin to wander under his t-shirt, caressing the skin of his back - taking it as a sign to take it off for good. He gets rid of his ridiculously expensive glasses as well, carefully placing them on your - well, what was once his - nightstand, before his fingers grasp the hem of his shirt. He pulls it over his head and lets it fall on the floor. You take your tank top as well, staining it a bit with your makeup on the collar, then let it fall on the floor as well - ironically enough, it ends up landing next to his.

You’re not wearing a bra, Hyunjin can’t help but notice, and wonders whether you did it on purpose - if you intended not to wear one when you were about to go out with another guy. He shakes that thought off his head, tho, not wanting it to upset him or ruin the mood, because it’s not that important right now. Not when you’re under him, naked chest on full display for him to see, skirt hiked up your waist.

He kneels between your parted legs, one hand finds its way to your hip, squeezing it lightly as he brushes your hard nipples with the knuckles of his other hand, not touching you properly. Of course he doesn’t, he’s Hyunjin, he’s a tease - you know it well. Meanwhile, your panties are completely drenched.

“Is this new?” Hyunjin asks, referring to your skirt. You nod, it is new. You bought it especially for tonight’s date, but you don’t tell him that. Hyunjin doesn’t need you to, tho, because he senses it in the way you lower your gaze and bite your lower lip. For some reason, it doesn’t upset him. “Can I fuck you in this pretty skirt, love?”, his hand travels all the way to the hem of your skirt, then to your inner thigh until his knuckles are now brushing the soft cotton of your underwear.

You whimper, and squirm under his touch. “Please.”

Hyunjin grins at your eagerness, tho he’s pleased with your answer, then asks you. “Please what?”

You hate that you love it when he teases you like that.

“Please fuck me, Hyunjin.”, you whisper, looking him in the eyes.

He tries to mask the way his breath hitches in his throat - the sight of you sprawled on your bed, legs spread to welcome him in between them while you’re lying there in nothing but a short skirt and a black thong with your tits out has him whipped. It always has.

His shaky hands reach the zipper of his pants faster than lightning, and that has a mischievous grin appear on your face. Hyunjin gets off the bed only to remove his tight skinny jeans, and you take it as an opportunity to hike your skirt further up your body. When Hyunjin sees you’re about to take your panties off, he grabs you by the wrist.

“Don’t. Leave them on.”, he practically begs. You nod. The idea of him fucking you with your skirt and underwear still on turns you on even more, you can’t deny it.

In a matter of seconds, Hyunjin is back between your legs, completely naked - fully erect cock looking gorgeous as ever. Hyunjin has an incredibly pretty cock, if you think about it. Not that you’ve seen that many, not in real life at least, but it is indeed pretty. It’s slightly less thick than average, albeit a bit longer and slightly curved so that it’s able to reach all the perfect spots inside of you. And, last but definitely not least, he knows how to use it.

“You’re staring.” Hyunjin chuckles, noticing your gaze on his hard length - not that it bothers him.

“I missed it.”, you shamelessly confess - it’s not the place nor the time to feel shy about it. Plus, it’s not some stranger you’re in front of, it’s Hyunjin, the boy you’ve dated for nearly four years. “And you know you have a nice dick.”, you quirk and eyebrow at him.

“Mh, you’re right.”, he smirks cockily. “Should I give it to you, then, since you seem to be liking it so much?”, he teases. God, you might actually cry if he doesn’t stick his cock in you within the next minute.

“Hyunjin.”

“Fine, okay.”, he chuckles, positioning himself closer to your body, propping himself up on his elbow. “Forgot how impatient you can get.”, he playfully shakes his head, the smirk not leaving his face.

You’d get impatient too if you knew how good your cock feels, you think to yourself. You don’t want to stroke his ego by saying it out loud.

He pulls your panties to the side, exposing your bare pussy to his eyes and he sucks in a breath at the sight, running the pad of his thumb up and down your slit to spread your arousal all over you - a bit surprised to find you this wet already. God knows you’ve been wet ever since you opened the door and witnessed him standing there - glasses and messy bun and everything.

“You think you need me to stretch you out?”, his voice is soft.

You shake your head as a no. “I’m good.”, you whisper, and he nods.

Seconds later, you feel the tip of his cock pocking at your wet entrance, ready to part your folds. When he does push inside, there’s nothing you can do to prevent a chocked moan from escaping your throat, not used to the stretch - despite it being very familiar. He senses the slight discomfort and immediately brings two fingers to your clit to rub it gently, knowing well it usually helps you to relax. Then, when he feels you’ve adjusted to him being inside of you, he begins to thrust.

Hyunjin fucks hard and fast.

It’s something you discovered in the early stages of your relationship, and needless to say - it shocked you. He always looks so peaceful and calm, and for some reason you thought that he’d be pretty vanilla in bed. He’s not. Sure, he can do vanilla if you ask him to, but his tendency is to fuck you hard and fast to the point you can barely stand on two feet once he’s finished with you.

This time, tho, he’s not being particularly rough. Sure, he has one hand attached to your hip, gripping it to keep you in place as he gives it to you hard, but his pace is excruciatingly slow. He takes his time, filling you up to the brim and then pulling almost all the way out so that only his tip stays inside of you, before slamming back in, making you gulp each time and roll your eyes to the back of your skull.

However, his movements come to an abrupt halt when he hears the low beep of your phone that’s right beside you. He just knows it’s that fucker of your date, who else could it be? He gives in to his impulsive thought of throwing your phone across the room - only a bit gentler than what he had in mind, letting it fall on the floor with a loud thud. “Fucker.”, he mutters under his breath, before slamming his cock back into you with a deep, hoarse grunt.

You don’t say anything - you just pray to God he didn’t crack your phone screen.

“Hyunjin.”, you moan loudly after he starts to pick up his pace, thrusting a little bit faster.

Judging by the way you just moaned his name - he can tell you’re getting closer and closer to reaching your orgasm, and for some reason, it just boosts his ego, knowing he’s the one who’s pleasuring you, the one who’s about to make you cum on his cock.

“Mhh, you’re close?”, he bites his lower lip, looking you in the eyes - you look completely fucked out, split by his cock.

“So- so close.”, you whimper, wrapping your fingers around his wrist. “Do-don’t stop.”, you beg him, spreading your legs even more to feel him closer.

Hyunjin’s cock twitches inside of you - he’s close too. “Why would I make you cum?”, he smirks at you.

Your eyes widen in fear that he won’t let you cum, that he’ll just leave you high and dry, sprawled on your bed. “Because… because I’ve been a good girl?”, you try.

Hyunjin loves to call you his good girl in bed, so you hope this might actually corrupt him and convince him to let you cum around his cock. Instead, he chuckles. “A good girl?” Another deep thrust inside of you has you seeing stars.

“Yes. I’ve been a good girl to you, please let me cum.”, you whine.

“Oh.”, he licks his lower lip, then smirks at you. “But good girls don’t let their ex fuck them in their cute little skirt and panties.”, he teases.

“They do when he’s the love of their life.”, you snap.

His eyes widen - he looks sincerely shocked by your words. Something inside of him snaps, and he begins to fuck you harder, slamming his cock inside of you repeatedly. Yeah, you definitely earned your orgasm. He feels you creaming around his cock, whitish release coating the base of his length as you come with a loud whimper, looking him in the eyes. That nearly makes him cum as well.

“Fuck- you wanna be a good girl?”, he grunts, fucking you even faster to the point your ass cheeks nearly burn due to the friction caused by the sheets underneath you. “You wanna be good to me?”, he pants.

You nod impatiently. “Yes.”

“You’re gonna let me do whatever I want to you?”

“Yes- whatever, yes.”, you pant. “You can do whatever you want.”

It happens in a matter of seconds - he pulls out of you and begins to pump his cock with his fist as his body hovers over yours, he’s practically kneeling at the height of your stomach.

“Tongue out.”, he pants, and you obey immediately, sticking out your tongue.

Hyunjin comes all over your face - hot spurts of his sperm landing on your cheeks, your forehead, your lips and your chin, to the point your whole face is covered in his cum basically.

“Wait.”, he tells you, getting off the bed immediately only to climb back on it a few seconds later, with your phone in his hand. He’s pleased with discovering you haven’t changed your passcode. Then, with your own phone practically shoved in your face, he brings two fingers to your face, coating them in his semen before shoving them into your mouth.

“Mine.”, he grunts, his cock nearly getting hard again when you moan around his fingers, licking them clean. Then, he pulls them out of your mouth and immediately retrieves his t-shirt from the floor and hands it to you, signaling for you to use it to clean his cum off your face.

As you’re cleaning yourself off, you hear him speak.

“Yeah, I guess she won’t be going out with you tonight. Sorry dude.”, you find him with his finger pressed on the screen of your phone, apparently recording a voice note.

“What are you…”

Before you could even finish the sentence, he turns the screen to your direction, allowing you to see the chat with who was supposed to pick you up in about… now. There’s a picture of you with Hyunjin’s cum all over you and his fingers in your mouth, and then there’s the voice note Hyunjin recorded mere seconds ago. However, you can’t find it in yourself to get mad at him, and crack a smile.

“You’re lucky I love you.”, you pull him close for a kiss.

“The luckiest.”

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blarshwritezz · 10 days

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Hey, could you write me a Yandere JUICY gay enemies to loves story? Male yandere enemy x male reader. For example, yandere is such a tsundere when it comes to his love for the reader and his way of showing his love comes out as insults, bullying, etc. and the reader just so hates Yandere but is unaware how much his mean insults, that sometimes come out as hella flirty and gay, turn on the Yandere or how they get incredibly flustered when reader corners them. Just make it hella obviously gay and perhaps with a one-sided sexual tension from the yanderes perceptive if you write NSFW that is, thanks! (You can ignore this request if you want, it's okay :))

Heck yeah I can! But be warned, I've never written nsfw, so it may be bad- but I'll try just for you, anon!

Yandere Enemy x Reader

M yan x M reader (slight context: y'all in college)

TW - general yandere behavior, NSFW, noncon, slight degration

Another day, another fight between you and Enemy!Yan. The people around you had pretty much become totally numb to your constant bickering.

But to be fair, they wouldn't have to put up with this if he wasn't such a massive prick. You never even did anything! He was the one who kept taunting you.

He shouldn't do that. Nearly every time you retaliate, he ends up fumbling to speak. He's such an idiot, can't take what he dishes out. Absolutely pathetic...

And so here you were. Today's little fight had you pinning him against a wall, trying to keep your voice relatively calm. You caught him taking pictures of you in the damn hall! He was definitely planning to do something with those.

"Don't act so special, I would never ruin my phone with pictures of you!" Lies. He was covering up for the fact that he absolutely was taking pictures of you.

But how could he not? It was your fault you were sexy! You were just infuriating to him. What gave you the right to make him so fucking turned on all the time?!

"Shut up before I make you. Delete those damn pictures." You pressed your body up against him further. You were so close that every breath he took filled his lungs with your scent. You really expected him to not get hard?

Please make him shut up. Please gag him with your cock. Please.

"I don't have pictures of your atrocious face. How thick is your damn skull?" Of course he didn't have pics of your face! Mostly- not from last night at least. He was more focused on your ass other things.

You grabbed his jaw, making him use every fiber of his being to not moan. You gave him a warning, making sure he knew bad things awaited him if you saw some dumbass pictures of you around campus. Oh to know what punishment you would give him...

"You want them gone so damn bad? Delete them yourself!" He wormed his way out from between you and the wall, running off with his phone held above his head.

And of course, you chased after him.

He ran, all the way to his dorm. He threw his phone on his bed, and of course, you went after it. That gave him the perfect chance to lock the door.

You found his phone already unlocked, and when you opened it...

"How do you have all these pictures of m-" He clamped his hand over your mouth before you could finish asking about the photos seemingly taken when you swore you were completely alone in your dorm.

"You're such a fucking tease, you know that?" His other hand slowly slid down your torso, working its way back up from under your shirt. "Always threatening me in ways you know will get me all hot and bothered, then not helping me out. How can you be so mean?"

He pushed you down further on the bed, starting to slowly grind against your thigh. His hand that was under your shirt, gliding over your chest, lowered further and further. All the way to your cock, grasping it through your pants.

You bit his hand as hard as you could, hoping it might help, but the action only elicited a pleasures whimper from him.

"Keep doing that, and make sure to lick it too. You'll need it for what I'm planning."

You squirmed as he lowered your pants and underwear in one swift motion, letting your cock spring free. Embarrassingly enough, you were already hard from all this.

"It's even better up close..."

He could help but give you a hand job. Slow and steady, savoring every second of this. He ran his fingers across each and every vein, keeping his thumb over your tip to stop you from cumming too soon.

Every now and then he'd surprise you; tightening his grip, increasing his speed, stopping for a brief moment just to get right back at it. He was turning you into a whimpering, pathetic mess.

"Fuck, you're so pathetic..." He let go of your mouth in order to hold your thighs apart slightly.

He moved his head between them, taking a nice long lick up your shaft before engulfing you with his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, swirling his tongue around your tip and making you moan.

"Sto- ngh!~ Fuck..."

He chuckled at your attempt to tell him to stop, the sound vibrating around your dick.

You couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed his hair tightly, forcing yourself all the way down his throat as you came.

He eagerly swallowed your load, choking on it before releasing you from his mouth with a wet pop.

"Fuck, you taste damn good..." He groaned, wiping a few drops of your cum from his chin.

He mixed it with his own spit in his hand, using it to lube up his aching member before flipping you on your stomach and thrusting into you suddenly.

He could've cum right then and there just from feeling your tight asshole squeezing around him, but he held back. Well, not enough to keep himself from pounding into you, regardless of how ready you were or how much you wanted it.

His pace was brutal, every thrust seeming harder and harder. The only way he was able to keep (somewhat) silent was by trailing hickeys down your neck and shoulders, holding your head up by your hair.

"Such a good boy...you my bitch now?" Through grunts and moans he whispered in your ear. "This is what you get for being a damn tease. Fuck...yeah, you're my fucking bitch now. My little bitch boy..."

He started jerking you off again as he rearranged your guts, driving you closer to another climax.

"Now be a good whore and cum for me."

Yet again, as if your body just naturally wanted to do what he said, you bust a nut. And with a few more deep thrusts, so did he, painting your insides white.

He didn't pull out of you for a good few minutes, just laying there and holding you, until finally he whispered: "You didn't think I was done, did you?~"

I think this is the longest one I've done so far! I hope it was satisfactory!

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star-suh · 7 months

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Taeyong x btm male reader the reader and ty are both leaders of nct and while doing the 24hr reley cam fans see some hickeys on the reader neck and lower stomach while tybhas some on his colorbones...hehe and then we maybe get a flashback when they were getting heated in the living room and then Johnny comes in while he does his reley cam and yeaaa idk tbh feel free to ignore it

Natural Born Fuckers

lee taeyong x male reader

cw: idol au, y/n is part of nct, y/n is also nct's leader, hickeys, top taeyong, blowjobs (both receiving), mating press, breeding, spit kink, sweat kink, marking kink, implied multiple rounds, some johnny sprinkled at the end.

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the relay cam video of the two leaders of nct has been just released, fans were watching how y/n and taeyong were having fun, laughing, cooking and all those things throughout the whole video until they noticed something. in social media was trending how y/n has some spots in his neck and lower stomach that look like hickeys and taeyong has some on his collarbones too, captions like "tae/n is real", "that should be me", "who's the lucky one?" or "they can top me" accompanied the pics. but what really happened? let's go back to a night before they recorded that fucking video…

y/n and taeyong we're both cooking, between them there was always some sexual tension, constant eye contact and teasing was made between them making everything escalate quickly.

"taeyong pass me the sausage" asked y/n, taeyong wanting to tease him replied "which one" putting his hand on top of his bulge. y/n's eyes widened and he blushed "don't be disgusting" he says grabbing the sausage and taeyong laughed "this one's bigger tho" murmured y/n teasing taeyong back. "shut up, you haven't even seen it" he fought back, "no need to, i just know it" said y/n.

taeyong slapped y/n's shoulder "if you want to see it just tell me" he then grabbed y/n by the jaw and whispered "but you're not going to try it. i know you're going to want it after you see it". they made eye contact and just went with their feelings, a very hungry kiss, teeth clashing between them like they've wanted that for a long time. "if you wanted this… should've told me before young one" says taeyong between kisses, "don't act as if you… didn't wanted this too" replied y/n caressing taeyong's cheeks who grabbed y/n by the neck to deepen the kiss. "let's go to our room" said taeyong panting.

both discarded their clothes while kissing. they were so eager to have sex that they forgot to lock the door… y/n leaned on the bed while taeyong did the same on top of him, kissing y/n in his neck while leaving hickeys "gonna mark you so you can remember this night forever" said taeyong going down y/n's body leaving some kisses and hickeys in his lower tummy, until he reaches y/n's cock and started to suck it "it tastes so good. fuck" said taeyong while staring directly at y/n's eyes like a hunter looking at his prey "don't look at me like that bastard" said y/n shyly covering his eyes with his arm.

taeyong then settled in a 69 pose "go on, suck it" he demanded to y/n who opened his eyes meeting taeyong's big cock "shit, that's so big" he gasped. "c'mon weren't you saying before that it was smaller than that sausage?. c'mon you can take it babe" y/n slapped taeyong's tummy "asshole" he murmured. both were sucking their dicks as of they were lollipops, hungry for tasting each other's pre-cum, "fuck~ how much i love hearing you gagging on my dick" the older stopped sucking y/n's dick and started to mouthfuck him, using him as an onahole "it's not that small after all huh?" taeyong said, reproaching y/n's past comment. y/n tapped taeyong's thigh signaling him to stop and he did, "what happened?" he asked worriedly. "nothing i just don't want you to cum in my mouth" y/n replied opening his legs right before, taeyong smirked understanding what y/m means "ok" he simply answered positioning himself quickly between y/n legs and sliding his cock into his tight hole.

"you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this" says y/n, "me too" replied taeyong who kissed y/n and then spat into his mouth "swallow it" demanded the top scooping his saliva with his fingers and introducing them on y/n's mouth so he can suck on them. taeyong was pounding hard into y/n's ass "it feels like heaven" thought taeyong, enjoying the pleasure given by y/n's hole.

taeyong then grabbed y/n's both legs and push them towards y/n's upper body and fucked him in a mating press position, y/n's face clearly showing the pleasure that taeyong was giving him, the tip of his cock brushing y/n's prostate. "fuck yeah like that, keep ruining me like that" begged the younger, "dont worry boy, i'm not gonna stop fucking this amazing hole" said the older speeding up his thrusting pace, y/n's face was now in front of taeyong's collarbone that was drenched in sweat so he decided to lick it and leave some hickeys on the collarbones, "not gonna let you forget this night too" says y/n and taeyong smiled "you look so cute while being fucked" then both kissed passionately, spitting in each other's mouths.

"i'm cumming" y/n commented "wait for me" said taeyong "let's cum together. yeah?", "yes" replied y/n. both speeding up their paces, white ropes of cum were shooted from y/n's cock to all his abdomen and chest while taeyong cummed inside y/n growling like a beast. "did you like it?" asked taeyong, "i loved it" answered y/n kissing taeyong. the top pulled out his cock from y/n's hole watching his cock smeared in his cum and how it's dripping down the bottom's gaping hole "get ready y/n i'm gonna fuck out that cum out of you" says the older introducing his cock again, "you have all night for that" said y/n smiling at him, making faces showing how much pleasure he's feeling and restraining his moans so no ona can hear them…

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"ok guys, this here is the leaders' room" said johnny to the camera who was facing at him, only showing his face, "let's see what are they doing", he opened the door making a surprised face he then tried to hide it "oh it seems that they're busy now" he laughed and smiled to the camera "i'm gonna keep continuing showing you all the rest of the dorms, ok?" said the man who had to continue recording only his face due to the huge bulge forming in his pants, from the scene he just witnessed.

#lee taeyong x male reader #taeyong x male reader #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut #nct x male reader #nct 127 x male reader #nct smut #nct 127 smut #taeyong smut

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incorrectbatfam · 1 year

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Tim and Jason headcanons 👀

One morning during breakfast Tim keeps excusing himself to go to the bathroom to fix his boxers because they must've stretched in the wash. Meanwhile, Jason can barely move and waddles into the kitchen like he has a rubber band around his legs. Imagine the horror when they connect the dots and realize their underwear got swapped

One day Tim's room suddenly starts to smell like tomatoes and he tears it apart trying to find the source. Turns out Jason put soup in the humidifier

Jason: *gives Tim an iced coffee*

Tim: "You put salt in it"

Jason: "No I didn't"

Tim: "I can literally see the crystals"

Jason: "What crystals?"

Tim: "Right there, all settled at the bottom"

Jason: "That's how the coffee is"

Tim still owes Jason for the time Jason stopped him from faceplanting in Alfred the cat's litter box

Contrary to how it appears, Jason's hair is thicker. It's so thick that Tim accidentally drops a glob of mayonnaise in it and Jason doesn't notice until he combs his hair hours later

They get bunk beds on a mission. Tim gets the top bunk after losing rock-paper-scissors. While he's asleep, Jason moves the ladder to the other side

Jason puts a cockroach on Tim's desk thinking he'll freak out. Tim, who's on his third day without sleep, looks Jason dead in the eye and eats it

As a kid, Jason often re-wore dirty clothes until he absolutely had to go to the laundromat meanwhile Tim washed his more frequently in small batches so he wouldn't get told off for having a huge pile. Cut to the present day where Tim's sifting through a mountain of Jason's laundry for a pair of socks and Jason is offering zero help whatsoever

They stand out in the rain to see who gets drenched first. It's usually Tim—he absorbs water like a paper towel. Jason then gets in trouble because Tim could've gotten sick ("Thanks, Bruce, not like I'm soaked to the bone too")

And when Tim gets sick, he refuses to take his meds unless someone sneaks it into his food. Finally, Jason has a use for the NyQuil Chicken TikTok

Jason drives three hours from an out-of-state safehouse to hide in Tim's closet and scare him. Little does he know, Tim is in the closet at the safehouse, waiting to pounce on Jason

Jason peels a pride sticker off a villain's car and gives it to Tim

Jason mixes all the Goldfish crackers into a dough and bakes them into a single giant Goldfish. Why? 'Cause he can, and Tim needs something to test his new food pic filters on

In March their patrols end by meeting at McDonald's for Shamrock Shakes

Tim prank calls Jason and convinces him he's lost in Metropolis. Eight hours, countless Bizarro flights, and two unfortunate geese encounters later, Jason storms into the Batcave while Tim simply grins and asks, "What'd you think of my new VPN?"

Tim and Jason find a wheelbarrow at a crime scene and keep it after the case is closed because it's a free wheelbarrow. This happens twice more and now they have enough for a family wheelbarrow race

Bruce makes them spend more time together, so Jason decides to teach Tim the Three-Card Monty. Tim just nods along because he doesn't know how say that he already learned it by watching the second Robin out-con a conman

Jason wakes Tim up one morning by chucking a feather duster at him, saying Alfred wants everything clean. So Tim gathers all the dust in his room and dumps it on Jason's bed before going back to sleep

The Ferris wheel has a clear "no food" policy but Tim doesn't listen and sneaks a chili dog anyway. Jason's in the seat below him, and it's the second time something falls in his hair without him noticing

Jason: "Red Robin, do you read me?"

Tim: "Affirmative. What do you need?"

Jason: "Pick a different gargoyle. That one's mine"

Tim: "I don't see your name on it"

Jason: "Check the underside"

Tim: "It just says Robin, so technically it's both of ours"

At one of Jason's safehouses there's a mysterious bucket in the corner of the living room. No one but Tim knows what it's for

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fairyhaos · 3 months

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uh hi!!

if you could pls rate svt on a scale from 1 to 13 where 1 is husband material, 7/8 is bf material and 13 is bestie material.

purely for research purposes (no seriously im asking all carats i can)

Loads of love!!!

-🍉

hi 🍉, sure! im treating this as an ask rather than a request, because requests aren't open rn :)

husband material ↓

seungcheol - no explanation needed.

woozi - comfortable husband. you get married to him but nothing changes bc everything has always just felt right.

mingyu - he's a new husband kinda feel, the ring shiny on his finger and the bright newness of married life shiny in his eyes

wonwoo - the typa husband to bring you mugs of tea when you're writing something up late, kissing you on the forehead and saying he'll put the kids (the cats) to bed

joshua - toes the line between husband and bf but the husbandness wins by a smol margin bc i can just imagine him going "my wife/husband/spouse is...." with the biggest smile on his face

dokyeom - sorry to everyone saying that he's husband material but this is a bf guy through and through. one hundred percent boyfriendable.

chan - unbelievably boyfriend. very much high school sweethearts typa boyfriend too

minghao - does sassy bf stand for sassy boyfriend or sassy best friend??? unclear.

hoshi - purely bc i just don't see him as my type of bf. im sure he's a bf to some but to me? he's a we-make-out-when-drunk typa best friend

junhui - would he make a good boyfriend? yes. but you've seen this man spit like a camel when he had his braces on so maybe he's not gonna be a good bf for You

vernon - he's just so childhood best friend that he's a brother-type friend rather than a boyfriend-type friend

seungkwan - can he take bf pics??? yes. but he's the kinda guy who'd take them so u can put them on your story to ward off other men. also he's literally The Best chaotic best friend ever so

bestie material ↑

bonus: wildcard

jeonghan - swings wildly between being ur husband and being your best friend, which is honestly the best kind of husband/bff that u can ever ask for

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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 3 months

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gaming with him

(cw: they play a shooter video game (might contain inaccuracies); age gap 25/41, nsfw, MDNI, smutty smutt with some butt stuff, bit of spanking; evolving their dynamic a little more)

the part before: talking on the phone

Ding dong.

Oh, that must be him. I put the ladle down and hurry to the front door. I open it up and his tall stature is filling the whole doorframe. His broad shoulders, the worn leatherjacket almost brushing the sides.

“Hi.”, he says, smiling at me, his long dark hair falling to the front as he looks down at me.

“Hi.”, I smile up at him and step to the side to let him in.

He almost hits his head when he steps through the door, the top of his hair brushing even as he ducks down. “Ah shit.”, he curses, and I laugh, before I get cut off by his lips on mine. A short, but big kiss.

“Sorry, my apartment isn’t made for giants.”, I say, as I close the door behind him.

He pulls of his shoes, the huge combat boots falling to the floor, before he puts them neatly on the shoe rack.

“I noticed that. Your bed is so tiny, last time I actually hit my head when I woke up.”, he tells me, a jokingly pouty grimace contorting his serious features.

“Awww, you need me to put a kiss on it?.”, I say, teasing him.

But he actually bows down until I see the top of his head. I laugh again, grabbing his face, coming closer to press my lips to his hair with his loud smooch.

“Better now?”, I ask, when he straightens back up.

“Much better.”, he says, shedding the leatherjacket, hanging it up right next to mine.

“Any other body parts you need kissed better?”, I tease him. And I half suspect him to just whip his dick out. I mean, I wouldn’t mind.

“Doncha know it.”, is all he says, while wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I roll my eyes, not being able to stop grinning. "Come on, big guy. I uh- actually cooked for us. I hope, that's okay.", I say.

He shoots me an amused look. "You cooked, how dare you.", he jokes with a serious expression on his face, following me to my kitchenette where the pasta is still bubbling away on the stove.

"No, it's uh veggie bolognese, so we can both eat it. I made it, so it has a bunch of protein, though.", I explain.

His hand strokes over my back until it rests against my waist, as he stops beside me. "I won't crumble into bits, if I don't have all of the macronutrients perfectly balanced for one meal. So, don't worry about that, okay?", he tells me.

I nod. "Okay.", giving the sauce another stir.

"Thanks for cooking for me.", he says.

I beam up at him. "You're welcome."

When the pasta is ready, I fix us two plates, a BIG portion for him and a smaller one for me, and we sit at the little table in my living room, that I barely use to eat at. Most of the days I just have dinner in front of my computer.

Mimi is not leaving him alone, the little minx totally enamored with the huge man, sitting on his lap while he eats. I offer to take her off his hands, but he refuses. The big metalhead with the black kitty that almost doesn’t show up against his dark clothes. Patting the small purring ball of fur, his big, tattooed fingers scratching her head, while he shovels the pasta into his face with the other one. It’s a picture for the gods. I lift my phone and snap a quick pic, his eyebrows shooting up at the same time as I press the shutter to save the moment.

After dinner I show him around my apartment which is done with a twirl around the main room and opening one door. I mean, he already knows the bedroom and the bath, so I don’t need to show them to him.

But I drag him into my “office” which is more like a hobby gaming room. It only has a desk and a bookshelf which isn’t anywhere near as impressive as his. He still inspects the books, his eyes lingering on my collection of classic romance novels and the anniversary edition of Lord of the Rings.

“I forgot the books I picked out at your place by the way.”, I comment.

“Pity.”, he says, shooting an amused look my way. “Seems like you have to drop by again someday.”

“Pity.”, I echo, grinning up at him.

He turns to look at me, sitting in my chair, and his gaze pans to the computer screen.

“So, games, huh?”, he asks, his voice sounding as vague as his question.

I chuckle. “Yeah, games.” I can see interest peek through the grimace on his face. “I have a lot. Too much, I can’t play them all. From Animal Crossing and Mario Kart, Baldur’s Gate and Witcher 3, to WoW, Counterstrike, ... Plus a bunch of strategy and puzzle games.”

“I don’t know what any of those games are, so you can tell me all about them.”, he says, leaning over the back of my chair.

“You never played any or just no shooter games?”, I ask him, recalling what we talked the night before on the phone.

He shrugs. “When I was younger, a friend of mine had a console where we played Super Mario, but yeah, didn’t have one of my own. Or a PC. And then later I didn’t really get into it anymore. You know, other stuff to do.”

“Yes, I see.”, I say, smiling up at him from my chair. “You wanna try?”

“Uh sure, but you gotta show me the controls.”, he answers.

I get up and let him take a seat. I want to scream (internally) when I see the big man in my gaming chair, his stature way too tall for one that is fitted to my size, almost bursting out of the seat. The backrest isn’t high enough to support his head. His thighs press against the armrests. It looks ridiculous, but he grins at me.

“So, Counterstrike? Or Animal Crossing?”, I quip, while I start the first game on my computer.

I put my headset on his head and show him how to move, the most important shortcuts. How to aim and shoot. And the ridiculous nature of our situation right now is everything but lost on me. I let him try the shooting range first, instead of queueing up for a match, I’m not a total monster.

He looks at the screen, inspecting all of the pistols and rifles. Starting to list stuff off as he goes through them, talking more than I ever heard him talk before. I just listen to him rambling like a madman who finally gets to talk about his hyperfixation as he explains the differences of the various types and models, the recoil, the spray. All the stuff I never bothered with when playing those games.

He finally found a few that are to his liking, and he chooses one of them.

Actually playing the game though? He fails miserably. Running into everything, like a bull in a china shop. He’s just aimlessly pressing buttons, his big fingers hitting more than one key on the keyboard all the time. If it was possible, he would have knocked everything over.

His shot? You couldn’t even call that aim. My small computer mouse is too small for his big hand, the sensitivity too high for him. I dial it down a bit, which helps, and I try to coach him through it, telling him which buttons to press, but I can see that frustration sets in.

“Come on, you almost had it there.”, I cheer him on, as he misses another one of the targets.

He grabs me and pulls me into his lap. "You play, I'm better at this stuff in real life." and puts the headset on my head.

"Wait, I’m not sure the chair can support both our weight!", I say.

But he doesn't let go of me, letting his head rest on my shoulder and pulling me closer. "If it breaks, I'll buy you a new one, okay?", he grumbles.

"You mean like the panties you ruined?”, I ask pointedly, hiding a little grin. The panties he ripped while we were fucking and never replaced.

“Uh, maybe.”, he answers, his face contorting into an apologizing grimace.

I laugh a little at that. “I’m just teasing you.”, I say. Pushing the one side of the headphones back to hear him better.

I adjust the height of the seat and come closer to the desk again. His one arm snakes around my waist, while his other hand strokes down my thigh. The fingers softly squeezing the supple flesh. I try not to let it deter me, as I queue up for a new match.

I shoot him a look, but his eyes are fixed on the monitor as his thumb softly strokes over my inner thigh. The only hint that he's totally doing that on purpose, is the little twitch of his mouth.

The match loads up, and I look forward again. Choosing my weapons, waiting for the time to count down.

I wait for the teammates to spread out, following one of them down A. Trying to concentrate on the game while I can feel his hand inching further up, closer to my pussy. Teasing. Grazing over it, with his fingertips.

My breath halts in my throat, and I bite my lip not to make a sound. Not giving into it, not giving him the satisfaction.

I see the enemy duck behind the wall, lining up the rifle, waiting for his head to pop up again. A moment before I take the shot, his fingers stroke over my clit, pressing down on the sensitive nub. A choked back moan drops from my lips, and I lose my focus. I miss the shot entirely, cursing, dropping my cover and getting mowed down by another enemy teammate. He chuckles, pressing soft kisses to the side of the face, moving down to my neck.

"Seems like you got hit.", he murmurs, his hot mouth coasting over the soft skin, which sends shivers down my spine. I squirm against his lap, feeling his hard length press against my ass.

The next round starts up and he nudges me. "Come on, Liebes, it's starting again."

“Yeah, yeah.”, I groan, moving with his touches, while trying to play the game.

"You can do it.", he whispers, his breath hitting the shell of my ear. His huge hand, the one that has been sitting on my waist, slips under my shirt, until he reaches my tits. Pulling down the bra a bit and toying with my nipple. Stroking over it with his thumb, making it stiffen up. Rolling the pebbled tip between his fingertips. Pinching it. His other hand circles my clit, still over the cloth of the leggings, and I feel how my wetness seeps into my panties.

I whine and bite down on my lip, my eyes fixed on the screen, trying to find the enemies. But honestly, right now, I'm just glad, I didn't get the package, because my mind is distracted by his teasing touches.

It gets even worse to focus on the game when his fingers slip into my pants, down to my already soaked underwear. He hums softly as he strokes over the puffy wet lips, his digits sliding further down until they push inside me. Just one at first, then quickly the second.

“I have a confession.”, he whispers, the voice dark and needy, as he works himself inside me slowly, stretching me.

“What confession?”, I ask, sounding breathy.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about sinking my fingers into your warm, wet pussy again.”, he drawls, being knuckle-deep inside me now. “Especially after hearing yourself do it yesterday. Knowing that you were fucking yourself with your fingers… Getting off to my voice...”

“You liked that?”, I breathe, needing to hear it, while in reality I can barely stay sane right now.

“Yes.”, the answer more a growl than the actual word.

I can’t hold back the moans any longer and his soft hums against my neck are killing me, while he presses kisses to it, and the motions of his fingers pressing into me are not helping at all.

"König, please, I-", I start, but I break off when he strokes over the sensitive spot deep inside.

"Hm, what do you mean, Liebes?", he says.

"More, more.", I sigh. My hips move of their own volition, searching for more friction.

He chuckles, the deep cocky sound, so close to my ear sending a shiver down my spine. Fuck, I don't think I can ever get enough of that. "What do you want me to do, Fräulein?", he asks, puffs of air hitting the shell of my ear. "More of what?"

I groan, a little bit, between trying to play the game and his teasing, my body and mind and torn in two. His fingers stop moving inside me, and I whimper. On the one hand I can focus better now, on the other hand I just want him. Need him. To do me.

"Come on, you can tell me.", he drawls, his voice low and soft.

"I-" The words won't come out of my mouth. I can imagine it, I have the pictures right in front of my eyes. But the words... Saying it out loud is another thing.

It even had been easier yesterday on the phone. Or when we texted. A simple “yes, please”, a small comment here and there. Teasing him a little. But fully voicing my thoughts… I don’t know why I am having a hard time with it.

“You can tell me what you want me to do, just say the words and I'll do it.”, he promises, pressing his cheek against mine.

Another round starts up and I'm already getting flamed in chat. But all my brain can think about is all the stuff I want him to do. His other hand is softly caressing my hips and thigh, while his fingers are still inside me. Not moving on their own.

"I don't know.", I finally whisper, running down one of the corridors and getting eliminated. Again. I sigh, slumping into him. His warm scent engulfs me, his huge pecs are my soft pillow.

"I know that you like it when I take control. But I also wanna hear from you. I want to know what you want.", he explains, his voice gentle. "What you like, what you don't like, what you fantasize about." He makes it all seem so... easy. Normal. No big deal. “Yesterday on the phone… I liked how you told me what you wanted.”, he adds.

It was easier, lying in my own bed, engulfed by darkness. His deep sultry voice and my own thoughts the only company. Now in the light of day, sitting here, right in his lap – while still playing a video game or at least trying… It is a completely different scenario. But I know what I want, I just need to tell him.

I swallow, once, and then I just blurt it out: "I want you to bend me over the desk and just eat me out from behind." Breathless and meek, but I said it out loud. See, it wasn’t that hard, right?

It is all I can think about right now. The memories of how he ate me out like that when I was bent over the bar are plaguing me and I just need him to do it again.

The sound coming from his throat, low and gravelly, is sending a pang of need straight between my thighs and my pussy clenches around his fingers. "Good girl.", he whispers. Oh, his voice does something to me.

He doesn’t wait and just gets up, pulling me up with him, until we both stand. Bending me over the desk, just like I said I wanted him to, so my forearms rest on the surface, my hands still on my keyboard and mouse. I can feel his erection pressing against me, as he positions me, his fingers slipping out of my pussy and his hands grabbing the waistband of my pants.

"Like this, hm?", he asks, and pulling them down. The panties must go as well, of course.

"Yes, just like that.", I whisper. Still a little... shy? No, that's not the right word. “Maybe kneeling behind me?”, I suggest, my voice barely audible.

He drops to his knees in an instant, his hands on my asscheeks. His fingertips are digging into them, pulling them apart, and I can feel my own wetness against the skin that still coats his fingers.

“For you, always.”, he drawls, huffs of air hitting the wet skin of my exposed pussy with every word. He just presses his face against me, licking me like a starved man. His tongue dips into me, he’s fucking me with it. Lapping up my juices.

And all I can do is take it while my eyes turn up and I can’t even really see the screen anymore. It seems like I failed miserably at actually playing the game.

He pulls back a bit, his lips brushing over me. “You have another round to play.”, he grumbles. The game is long lost for me and my teammates, and I can’t focus on it anyways, so I just let go of my mouse and keyboard.

“I can’t. I- Fuck.” My words turn into moans, when he licks up, dragging his tongue over my pussy. “I give up.”

He chuckles, the soft sound sending a shiver through me, before he repeats the move from, the tip of his tongue drawing a trail up, until he almost reaches my other hole. My eyes widen and my spine stiffens up. Would he…?

“You like that? When I play with your ass?”, he asks, his voice so close and deep, puffs of air coasting over the sensitive skin when he is speaking.

My breath hitches in my throat, the blunt dirty words making me choke up, but I answer: “I- I like it, yeah.”

“Good, cause I like it too.”, he says.

He pulls back a bit and spits, the filthy noise making my cheeks heat up. I can feel his saliva hit my puckered hole, the wetness dripping down a bit, before he catches it with his hand.

His fingers are softly massaging, the light touches sending zaps of pleasure through me, until he dips into me, the stretch of just one digit making me almost lose my mind.

He dives in again, his finger matching the rhythm of his tongue dipping into my pussy. And then his mouth drops down further until his lips close around my clit, sucking, gentle at first before it gets more intense. The sensations catapult me over the edge, and I come hard against his face. He doesn’t stop eating me out as I rub myself on him, feeling the tip of his nose nudge against my wet folds. Same with the roughness of his 5 o’clock shadow. Fuck, I’m really losing my mind over here.

"Please, fuck me, I need you to fuck me hard.", I sigh, throwing all my reservations out the window.

"Did anybody ever tell you that you beg so prettily?", he growls, I can feel the vibration against the sensitive skin of my pussy. Fuck, I just want him to do that again.

He gets up from the floor and a condom out of his wallet, and I hear him unbuckling his belt, the clang of metal telling me so. By now it has become quite the recurring theme, me trying to break his concentration while he puts on the condom. Shimmying my hips. Rolling my ass back into his lap. Teasing him to make him pound me even harder.

I’m putting my all into it today – a little pay back for how he distracted me while playing. I slowly move back and forth, until the swell of my butt hits his thighs, as he rips the foil packet open and rolls the rubber down on his dick.

He tuts. “Needy.” The word is a reprimanding growl while he spanks my ass. Once. Another little tradition that makes me giggle, relishing the faint sting of the slap. His fingers grip the supple flesh, his hips rutting forward, and I sigh. He lines himself up, slipping inside, just the tip. My breath halts in anticipation, I wait for him to push into me, stretch me around his dick. But he doesn’t.

I look back at him, turning my head, craning my neck. The big man is towering over me, behind me, just standing there. His hand still on my ass. And his gaze on my face.

The tip of his mouth tips up, the smirk getting wider. "Fuck yourself back. Come on.", he says, and he chuckles when he sees the expression on my face. “What? You moved your hips so prettily, just a few moments ago. You can do it.”

I groan, but the imagination alone and his little coaxing order make me even hotter. I push myself onto his dick, until my ass hits his lap. Deep, so deep. Pulling back again and feeling every inch of him slip out of me.

“But I asked for you to fuck me.”, I whine.

“Yeah, and then you had to be bratty.”, he answers. “Trying to tease me.” His voice deepens. “And brats don’t get what they want.”

Well, it seems like I did that to myself. I sigh deeply and start to move again. I can feel the wetness seep out of me when my ass hits his lap over and over again, making a total mess of him.

He doesn’t do anything, he’s just standing there, watching me fuck myself on his dick. I can feel his heated gaze on me as I bounce on him, my motions getting smoother, finding a rhythm that is driving us both crazy. Stretching my pussy around his girth, colliding with him, an immovable wall of muscle. A very turned-on immovable wall of muscle, judging by the soft groans that drop from his lips.

His hand grabs my buttcheek, squeezing a bit, before he spanks me again. That little move spurs me on, pushing myself back harder. But it doesn’t have the same impact as when he does it.

I just want more.

“König?”

“Yes, Liebes?”

His hand comes down on my ass once more, the palm colliding with the supple pillow, and the sound it makes fills the room. My hips stutter and he almost slips out of me when a shiver shakes my body.

“Please, fuck, I need you to do me.”, I beg, sliding onto his dick again, stopping as he’s seated deep inside me. I look back at him, catching my breath a bit.

“Will you be good then? Next time?”, he asks, pushing some of his hair back that’s falling over his face.

“I will, yes.”, I breathe.

“Good.”, he growls, his hands grabbing me, while he starts to pound into me. He pulls my hips back into him, packing a punch to his thrusts. The slaps of skin against skin are loud and almost obscene, intermingling with the moans that get pulled from my lips when he bottoms me out.

My whole body gets shaken, the surface that I’m still holding onto moving with every push. My headphones get shaken off my head, tumbling onto the desk. The clank of plastic hitting plastic resounds when they fall onto the keyboard. But I don’t care about that right now.

The tip of his dick hitting me deep inside floods me with arousal, my mind filled with hazy pleasure. It doesn't take long, a few hard deep strokes, and my thighs start to shake. I actually have a hard time keeping myself up. My legs buckle, but his arms steady me, as I cum around his dick.

“Fuck, Liebes.”, he groans. “Squeezing me so tight.” The last word drops out when he comes as well, pushing into me one last time, his groin colliding with my ass. I slump down and sigh, my cheek resting on my arm, as I relish the last waves of my subsiding orgasm.

He pulls back, pulls out of me, and I still just stand there, bent over my desk. Naked from the waist down, while he only got his dick out. I breathe in and out, trying to pull myself together, slowly straightening up.

He’s already gotten rid of the condom, zipping himself up again, when I turn around to put my arms around him. He leans down and gives me a kiss, a long overdue one, his hand stroking down my back, while I snuggle into him.

The waistband and lap of his jeans are a tiny bit sticky with my wetness, I can feel it as I’m pressed up against him like that. He doesn’t care in the least bit, sitting down in my chair again and pulling me into his lap. Softly playing with my hair, basking in the little comfortable silence.

“You okay?”, he asks then, pushing some strands back, brushing them out of my face, while his eyes search for mine.

“Yes. I probably got reported by my mates, but that was totally worth it.”, I answer, grinning at him.

He laughs and presses another kiss to my lips. “Yeah, sorry about that.”, he says, with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Oh, you’re not, and you shouldn’t be.”, I tell him, and I can tell by the look on his face that he is in fact not.

"So, what are those animals and why do they keep crossing?", he asks me out of the blue. I burst into laughter, almost falling off his lap. Still laughing a bit, I get the controller and start up my Switch to show him the villagers on my five-star island, while I snuggle against his chest and he wraps his arms around me.

next part: breaking the bed or more stuff in the Masterlist ~

a/n: @kathy-ifnt planted the idea for such a scene in my mind and i just had to do it... i played some CS but not a lot, generally i'm more of an RPG/WoW girlie, but i didn't wanna make you sit through me explaining how to heal a dungeon run, lol also tried to evolve their dynamic a little more explicitely... stay tuned <3 and thanks for reading as always <3

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atimeofyourlife · 4 months

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We've met before, it's different now

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: modern au | rated: t | wc: 995 | cw: mentions/ fear of transphobia | tags: modern au, tinder au, trans steve harrington, transfem steve harrington, trans eddie munson, transmasc eddie munson, pre steddie, first date, t4t steddie Steph is back in Hawkins for the first time since coming out as trans. Robin convinces her to get back on tinder, where she finds Eddie. He's familiar for some reason, but she can't place why

Steph couldn't place how she felt as she laid on Robin's bedroom floor. It was her first time back in Hawkins since coming out. Since her parents had kicked her out, saying that they would never see her as their daughter, she would have to accept her place as their son, the sole Harrington heir. She'd left with Robin for Chicago, where she could reinvent herself. Become the woman she knew she was. But they were back in Hawkins for Christmas, and Joyce and Hopper's wedding, which was happening early in the new year.

Really, she didn't know how to be Steph in Hawkins. Anyone who was unaware of her transition didn't seem to recognize her, even people she'd been friends with in a different time. She'd been right behind Nicole, a girl she'd once dated, in the grocery store. And Nicole turned and looked her straight in the eye and asked if she was new in town. Mark Lewinsky approached her in the parking lot and offered to take her on a date. And every time someone looked at her, she wanted to make herself smaller. To hide away and put on a mask the way she had in order to survive high school.

Now, she was unsure if she wanted to do anything with her time, or to just hide in Robin's room when she wasn't needed elsewhere.

"Come on. I've updated your Tinder profile with new pics and everything. Even if we just sit here and swipe through everyone. But you never know, you might get something out of it." Robin said, dropping onto the floor next to Steph.

"Fine." Steph rolled her eyes and held her hand out for her phone. She flicked through the photos Robin had chosen. A lot of her favorites, including a thirst trap from the boudoir photo session Robin had gifted her for her birthday, nothing too risque, everything was covered in a bodysuit, but it was a photo that made her feel confident and sexy every time she looked at it. "Okay, lets do it."

The first few were various guys she knew from school, a couple of girls mixed in too. She swiped left on all of them, not that interested. The first one that made her stop wasn't one she was interested in dating. But she was shocked to see Carol Perkins pop up with her interests set to men and women.

"There is no way Carol fucking Perkins is interested in girls." Robin said from where she was looking over Steph's shoulder as she flicked through the photos.

"Tommy's in most of the pictures. I bet they're looking for a third." Steph said, swiping left. "But they know that no self-respecting woman would get into that mess if they knew Tommy was involved, so Carol it is."

"You told me that you had a threesome with them?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, but that was before I knew I was a woman, and at the time I had very little self-respect." Steph replied, and continued swiping.

Robin had got bored of watching Steph swiping through Tinder, so had moved back to her bed to text Vickie. Steph stayed on Tinder, yet to swipe right on anyone, but then one guy caught her eye. A guy with long curly hair, named Eddie. He seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place him. His bio said that he was in a band and played dnd. There was something about him that made her swipe right. She didn't think anything would come from it, and tried not to think on it.

A few hours later, she checked her phone to see a notification from Tinder of there being a match, and Eddie had sent her a message.

Hi. I don't really know what I'm doing with this. I'm back in town for the holidays, and my friends said I should make a profile to try and meet someone. But you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.

Steph giggled and blushed at the message. It took her a while to figure out how to respond.

I'm back in town for the holidays as well. My best friend updated my profile for me and said I should start looking even if I swiped left on everyone. You seem pretty cute, and I would love to hear more about this band you play in?

Steph felt that she and Eddie really hit it off, messaging each other for a while everyday. They talked about almost everything, and were even planning a date at Benny's. But Steph couldn't help feeling nervous. What if Eddie couldn't accept her being trans? What if everything went wrong and she got hurt, or outed, or worse?

She decided on a basic outfit, a comfy sweater over jeans. Feeling that anything fancier would make her overdressed for a date at a diner. She still felt nervous, but she was sharing her location with Robin so someone would know if anything went sour.

On the date with Eddie, everything felt so real. Time seemed to fly by, and they were talking for hours. She found out that he was also living in Chicago, so they could continue to see each other.

"I graduated from Hawkins High three years ago. I hated everyday that I was stuck there " Eddie said.

"You graduated a year after me, but your profile said you're a year older than me?" Steph asked, frowning. She still couldn't place him.

"I uh. I got held back a couple times. Shit happened. It was a hard time for me."

"I feel like I should know you, but I don't remember you from school."

"The thing is, I've not always been Eddie." He said, looking nervous. "I had a different name, and I looked a lot different too."

It took a moment for Steph to realize what he was implying. "That's okay. I get it, because I've not always been Steph."

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witheringwidgetwrites · 6 months

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HEYA, I'm such a fan of your writing, and I'm not sure if you're still taking requests, but if it's not too much to ask, I'd like to request a Leviathan x mc smut shot. I've had this thought in my head about one of your previous posts about pervy!Levi having a folder on his pc of up-skirt pics of mc and I was wondering how would he react to coming home from an event to finding that mc had found his folder and taken some pics herself with some nudes and added them to the folder with a note saying to meet her in her room. I understand if you are unable to fulfill this request 🫶. Much love ❤️.

!!!! thank you so much lovely!!! I hope this is okay!!! This is fairly longer than usual, so lmk if you liked it!!!

CW pervy!levi + afab!MC + 1 dick levi bc he's in human form + levi attempts some dirty talk

The last weekend had been stressful to say the least. Being the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy unfortunately had actual work involved. Leviathan was thankful the weekend of work was finally over, and he could just come home, and honestly, just jerk it to his very-normal panty shots of MC.

The last thing he had expected was to find new photos, some of MC's chest, a few of their ass, very lewd photos, and a short message that got their point across.

meet me in my room

He moved quickly on shaky legs, knocking on your door before he could register what he was doing.

You opened it quickly, smiling at him.

"Come in, Levi."

He dared not to utter a word, stepping inside and allowing you to close the door behind him. He walks towards the side of your bed, standing and fiddling with his thumbs.

"I didn't know you had such," you stepped towards him, shoving him gently so he sat on the bed, "perverted fantasies, you're so dirty."

"I'm SO sorry, MC! I don't even know what I was thinking, I know you'd never be interested in m-" he averted his gazed, you cut him off by straddling him.

"Levi, of course I'd be interested in you. I just wish you'd have came to me instead. We could have worked something out. But I know a way you can make it up to me. ." You trail you finger up his chest, his shirt pulling up with your finger.

"Are you okay with this, Levi?" You smile at him, and he nods fervently, finally looking you in the eye. You feel him getting hard underneath you, the fabric of his pants straining against him. You help him take his top off, feeling the thin spandex against your fingertips as you slide it over his head. You sit on him fully, letting your weight put pressure on his already partially hard erection. You grind against him, hearing him groan while he fiddles with the hem of your shirt. You help him lift it over the top of your head, and you pause for a moment, smiling at him as he stares blatantly.

"C-Can, can I touch?" He continues to stare at your chest in wonder, raising one of his hands a few inches. You nod, and he lays his hand against your skin gently. He gives a gentle experimental squeeze, before pinching gently at your nipple. He continues when you whimper, bringing his mouth to your other breast. You bring one hand between you to palm his erection, the other tugging softly on his hair. He moans at the sensation, the vibrations ticking at your pebbled flesh. You feel the heat between your legs at his movements, and you decide it's time to move on.

"Levi, I want you to kiss me." He's happy to oblige, quickly bringing his wet lips up to yours in a sloppy kiss. You tangle your hands in his hair, tugging gently every once in a while, still rubbing against his strained cock. He groans against your lips, bucking his hips against yours. He whines softly when you break away from him.

You push yourself off of him, and bend over to unbutton the top of his pants. "I want you inside me, please," he leans back, lifting his hips up to help you take them off. He's still restrained by the fabric of his boxers, it's a beautiful sight, his pale skin is flushed and his hard cock is barely contained by his boxers, precum leaking, staining the fabric.

"Y-yeah, okay," He sits back up, hands shaking as he starts to help you undo your bottoms, you giggle at him, kicking them and your panties off to the side. The way he looks at you with those puppy eyes makes your core ache and your skin feel hot.

You tug at the waistband of his boxers, bending down to give him a few small kissing down his happy trail. His cock twitches as you do so, whimpes escaping his pouty, swollen lips.

You reach your hand out to him, and he takes it, almost stumbling, you pull him to his feet and you bend over onto the bed, the soft comforter taking some of the pressure off your forearms. You feel him climb into the bed behind you after flinging his underwear somewhere for later. He traces the head of his cock against your slit.

"Are you sure you w-want this? Once we start, I don't know if I can s-stop," he stutters out, still tracing the tip up and down your slit.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Levi." You smile into the covers, face flushed.

He traces your slit, coating himself in your wetness. He pushes himself past the ring of muscle inside you, groaning loudly as he does so. He continues pushing in, little by little until he's all the way inside. He pulls back out slowly, watching how your juices coat him.

"You can move, you won't hurt me."

He bucks his hips, "you're, fuck, he groans, "y-you're really tight," he pushes his hair back, starting to rut his hips inside you. You feel his shaft dragging along your insides as he thrusts, filling you up.

He starts to thrusts faster, closing his eyes and grunting every few movements. You can feel the heat building up in your core, his cock twitching inside you. His balls slap against your skin as he bucks his hips harder, starting to gain confidence with his actions.

It doesn't take long for your thighs to start to quiver, his pace becoming relentless as he starts chasing his high. Your cum leaks on his cock, dribbling down his balls. "Sh-shit MC, you're soaked, d-do I really make you this wet?" You can hear the insecurity quiver in his voice, and you oblige him.

"Just for you, Levi," A small giggle escapes you, muffled by the pillows you just shoved you face in. It seems to spark some kind of newfound confidence in him, and he moves to angle his hips upward, hitting that perfect spongey spot inside you that makes you see stars.

"You feel so," he grunts, "good, so tight, such a perfect pussy for m-me."

You turn your head to speak, "please, levi, fuck, 'm getting close," You gush around him, the hot knot in your stomach getting ready to burst,

"Me too, gonna fill you up," soft moans and whimpers leave his lips as he throws his head back, rutting his hips at an upward angle into you.

"Please, Levi!" You cry out, the knot in your stomach finally bursting as he slams inside you. The feeling of your tight walls contracting around him brings him to his end and he shoots his hot load into you.

"Fuck, MC, shit!" He cries out as he meets his end, slamming into you one last time, like he might not get this experience again.

He slowly pulls himself out, he whimpers when the cold air hits him, and you whine at the empty feeling.

"Was that okay? Was I too rough?"

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octuscle · 3 months

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"I’d like to know if you could help me! I want to be a professional open bodybuilder (just like Nick Walker, Derek Lunsford), but, at the same rate my muscles grow, so do my male musk (specifically sweat musk from my armpits and cock) - no shower, deodorant or anything else will clean/cover my strong smell - until the point people around me get dizzy with my musk, start to complain and ask me to leave the places. With more muscles and less body fat, more sweating and musk until it reaches a strong level that people start to avoid me from fear of my muscles and my intense gym musk! Could you help me with that? Thanks a lot!". I'd like to have the same experience please and thank you

It's been a while since your parents' neighbor moved out… You always had a bit of a crush on him. Handsome, rich, cultured… But at some point he just disappeared. Your parents said he was now working as a mover or something. They talk about him very contemptuously. It makes you angry. But you're also disappointed that he didn't say goodbye to you. Sure, you're only 18, a teenager, he was a man. But you still expected him to say goodbye.

You come out of school and walk up the stairs, lost in thought, playing with your cell phone. You hear footsteps from upstairs. Heavy footsteps. Even before you see the man the footsteps belong to, you can smell him. The scent is intoxicating. Pure musk. You inhale deeply. And you get a hard-on. And then you see the culprit. A colossus. And if you look closely: your parents' neighbor. "Hello little friend" he says in a booming bass. "Long time no see." He gives you a fist bump. You swallow and can't think of what to say. You just take a deep breath. And you can see your precum forming a big wet spot in your jeans. "Hehehe" says your neighbor. "Not many people can stand the smell of a real man." He raises his arm. Beads of sweat glisten in his armpit hair. Damn, you can't help it. You stick your nose in his armpit. You lick the beads of sweat out of his hair. He kneads your hard-on. You cum in your pants. You hear your mother screaming that the pervert should keep his hands off you. You give each other a deep French kiss. And your former neighbor leaves your house with heavy steps.

Your mother pulls you into the apartment and asks you what has gotten into you. You've shot so much cum that it looks like you've pissed in your pants. Your mother sends you to the shower and collects your clothes in disgust. Even in the shower with shower gel, shampoo and conditioner, even with deodorant and body lotion: you can't get that divine smell out of your nose. And the way your mother looks at you, you seem to stink despite the shower. She sends you to your room. You say that you are an adult. She replies that she doesn't care. Bloody hell, you think. You put your headphones on so you don't have to listen to the nagging. You play a little online. And then you fall asleep. You dream wildly. You wake up to a crash. Your bed has collapsed under your weight. You yawn and stretch. And you sense that something is different. Something is different, but it's very good.

Your bro writes you a message: "Workout in half an hour". Good thing you slept in your workout clothes. That way you don't lose any time. You quickly pack up your things. You don't want to wake your parents. It's nice to be with them from time to time. But you're glad when you get back home to your muscle brother. And your parents are happy when they can finally air the room and get your smell out of the apartment.

Pic found @unboundselves

This story is a sequel to

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #inked man #age progression #tf challenge

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nichoswag · 9 months

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Hi :) Can I Request Jo (as Boyfriend) x Reader (Female) when she’s short? They checked on “Weekly Idol” and apparently Jo is 188cm😮😮 So I was inspired by that Hahaha!!! Thank you !!!

beanstalk . asakura jo

pairing: bf!jo x female reader

warnings: cheesy reader-can't-reach-the-top-shelf type scenario, teasing, jo bullies reader (he loves you i swear), reader gets revenge (joking), kissing, cutesy shit, crack & heavy fluff

synopsis: in which your boyfriend makes fun of you for being short and then you discover he thinks it's cute.

song rec: 20cm - tomorrow x together

a/n: sorry this took so long, i had a lot of requests coming in at the time i saw this :) also sorry for the terrible moodboard, i did not know what pics to use... anyway, here it is! enjoy ♡

you huff, frustrated at not being able to reach the shoebox on the shelf in your closet. you just know your boyfriend put it there on purpose. but what's his motive this time? does he want a kiss? a hug? or just for you to point out how tall he is in order to boost his ego.

you and jo have to leave in about twenty minutes for a party, and you want to wear the new shoes you'd gotten on your most recent shopping trip. however, now they're sitting on the top shelf in your closet, while you remember putting them on the floor near your bed.

"this guy is so lucky i'm in love with him or i would've probably murdered him by now," you mutter.

"what's that?"

you nearly jump out of your skin.

long arms wrap around your waist as your boyfriend leans down to place his chin on top of your head.

"what'd you say about me?" he asks in a playful tone. you glance at him through the full-length mirror next to you, sighing. "something about you being in love with me-"

"and wanting to kill you, don't forget about that part," you grin, turning around in his arms to face him.

his grip on you grows tighter as he glances up at the box you were just reaching for. "need help with something?"

"nope, i've got it," you huff stubbornly.

it's now been five minutes. you definitely don't got it.

jo, who was lying down on your bed, sits up. "still don't need any help?"

you sigh, running a hand through your hair. then, you muster up the cutest, most sweetly manipulative face you can manage, and turn back towards your boyfriend. "joooo~ could you pleeeeease grab my shoebox for me?" you ask in your cutest voice.

you can see your boyfriend's expression soften from a teasing one to a sweet one, and you giggle.

"fine," he huffs. he walks closer to you as you take steps backwards, until he's caging you against the closet wall. he puts his arm up to reach the box but makes no effort to grab it. "where's my payment?" he asks.

you tilt your head to the side like a puppy. "what- what do you mean?"

"you know exactly what i mean," he says, his tone deeper as his eyes darken.

he leans in and presses his lips against yours as he presses you further into the closet wall. your arms wrap around his neck as he grips your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. his lips move in sync with yours, the pace making you pull away to gasp for air.

"oh my god," you breathe, in shock at the fact that you just made out with your boyfriend so randomly. "you need to stop doing that. i'm gonna have a heart attack."

he chuckles. you lean up to kiss him again, but he grabs the box and shoves it into your arms, running out of the room.

"we're gonna be late!" he yells from the other room.

"i'm almost ready, you beanstalk!"

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wlntrsldler · 15 days

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whoever said about pm luke with him taking pics or vids HAS ME THINKING LIKE OH EM GEE imagine him getting a little burner phone just for that reason and five stars like “really 🤨” she’d be like “this dude is unbelievable” LMAO i make myself giggle, if you can a little blurb would be so funny and cute

suggestive content ahead!

"babe," luke called as he entered the hotel room the two of you were sharing in arizona. you joined them on their second tour once the school year finished. unfortunately, you were going back to north carolina in a few weeks for practice, but you were thankful that you got a few months with luke and the boys.

you paused the tiktok video you were watching and turned to look at your boyfriend. you placed your phone on the nightstand, furrowing your eyebrows when you saw the shit-eating grin on luke's face, "oh, what now, luke? whenever you look at me like this, i know something's coming."

"well, me. i'm coming."

you let out a snort, laughing into the crook of your elbow as luke crawled over to you on the bed. he chuckled at your reaction, a sense of pride blooming in his chest at how you always seemed to laugh at his stupid, boyish jokes. you wrapped your arms around his neck, "you're so.... is your mind always in the gutter?"

"only with you," luke hummed, pressing light kisses along your jaw, "not my fault, baby. i got the most gorgeous girl in the world in my bed, wearing nothing but my shirt."

"okay, be right back. i'm gonna put more clothes on."

"don't you dare!" luke bellowed, pulling you back down with a thud when you teasingly tried to get up. he caged you under his arms, hovering over your body as he regained his breath. "but wait, i got something and i'm excited about it."

"mhm, what did you get, pretty boy?" you got comfortable on the pillows. you reached up to play with the chain around his neck, flushing at the new pendants that he added along with his poisoned mercury pendant. five, silver stars along his chain. "show me."

"remember how we both agreed that it would be nice to have something to watch when we're apart, especially when one of us can't facetime?"

"yes," you sighed out, already feeling a familiar warmth bubbling in your stomach. it was hard not to when luke's eyes were darkening as he spoke to you. "what about it?"

"you know how our biggest worry was shit getting leaked?" he asked. you nodded. luke smiled, digging in his front pocket to pull out two, brand new phones. "i got us burners."

"are you serious?" you gasped, eyes twinkling with desire. you grabbed one of the phones from him and inspected it. "did you really just buy two new phones to make a movie?"

"yeah," luke blushed, "we don't have to do it if you're not comfortable. i will return them asap. just say the word, but in case you wanted to, i got us two so we don't have to risk sending videos back and forth and increase the risk. plus, it means that we'd have to go two rounds each time. for fairness purposes."

you rolled your eyes playfully, "for fairness, of course."

"i'm nothing but fair, five star, what can i say?" luke grinned.

"you're unbelievable," you whispered, leaning up to kiss his neck. luke groaned at the feeling. you took the phone that was still in his hand and placed it on the nightstand with your actual phone. you sucked on luke's collarbone, leaving a faint mark, before trailing up to his ear, "me first."

luke bit his lip, nodding. he peeled off his shirt and took the phone you were offering him. he bunched up the shirt you were wearing, staring up at you as he began leaving kisses down your sternum, "exactly what i was thinking."

#frances replies #poisoned mercury chats #luke castellan x you

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kaylinlmfao · 1 year

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Fuck you

Type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

Type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark

Pairing(s): dom!yandere!ghostface!billy loomis x shy!sarcastic!sub!fem!reader x dom!yandere!ghostface!sidney prescott

Warning(s): non con/rape, dub con, knife play, overstimulation, murder, blood, swearing, violence, mommy kink, daddy kink, dacryphilia, blood kink, dirty talk, nipple play, praise kink, slight public sex, innocence kink, reader goes into sub space, choking, hairpulling, fingering (r receiving), face sitting (sidney receiving), floor sex, hate/angry sex, drugging, ownership kink

Summary: when reader finds out that her best friends are the ones who killed her parents and Tatum & Stu, reader feels more hate towards them than ever. But all they've ever felt is obsessed with her. So they keep her with them forever

A/N: this is my first fic and of course its dark as shit so beware. Give me some much needed feedback and let me know how y'all feel! (I listened to Teddy Bear & Tag You're It by Melanie Martinez for the beginning and Shameless by Camila Cabello during the smut scene. Just if you want, it helps make the story more vivid and lucid)

(Pics from Pinterest)

"Tate? Ready to go?" I yell up the stairs. "You're taking a trillion years Tatum!" "One sec!" She calls back down. "Jesus, Tate! Its just a party, not prom. Sid, come back me up!" "Tate, hurry up." Sidney says without even looking over so used to our arguing. I turn when I hear footsteps thudding down the stairs, Tatum ready to go. "Finally!" I groan, grabbing her hand to pull her out the door, where Dewey has been waiting in the car for like 30 minutes now. "Wait! How do I look, Y/N?" "Gorgeous, as always. Even if you show up in a ratty old house dress, you'd still look gorgeous. So I don't understand why you need an hour to get ready."

Tatum gives me a kiss on the lips as Sid walks over. "Its called preparation, Y/N." Tatum and I weren't dating but we've been best friends since kindergarten. We've kissed as friends since we were 13. Some of her boyfriends had a problem with it, but Stu didn't care. He knew Tatum and I were besties, nothing more. As we walked out the door, I didn't notice Sidney glaring at Tate in anger and jealously while we held hands.

We pulled into the street across from Stu's house as Dewey climbs out and opens the door for Sid. I slide out after her and Tate after me. "Be careful. I'll be over here, talking to Gale and looking around, ok?" "Yeah, ok Dewey boy." Tatum says, dragging me inside where Stu was greeting people at the door. "Y/N! Welcome to my humble castle." "Seriously Stu, don't put any effort into the theatrics." I smile, giving him a side hug as Tate and Sid walks in and I stay with Stu, greeting people as they walk in.

"Hey, Y/N! I'm going to grab a beer, you want one?" Tatum asks. "No, that's alright. Thanks anyways. Be careful." I tell her, turning back to continue my conversation with Stu about the recent kills that have been happening in Woodsboro. About 5 minutes later, Billy pops out of nowhere at the door. "Jesus Christ Billy boy. I'm gonna get you a cow bell or something so you can't sneak up on me anymore." I laugh, smiling and giving him a hug as I go to find Sid and Tate. "Hey Sid, have you seen Tatum anywhere?" "Um, no I haven't. You wanna come upstairs and breathe in peace without any screaming or anything?" "Sure" I say, bounding up the stairs.

I take a nice big deep breath as I flop down onto Stu's parents bed. "Thanks Sid. You always seem to know exactly what I need before I even know I need it." "I know babydoll. Its what I'm here for." I blush ay the nickname and just laugh it off. I can't help but get flustered at how she stands between my legs and looks down at me. No. I'm single and I'm not looking to mingle. I sit up quickly, looking up at Sidney. "Well thanks again Sid. I needed this but I should probably go downstairs, finish the movie, find Tate, y'know?" "Hmm" she nods. As I stand up, I realize she hasn't backed up. We're so close I can feel her everywhere, our lips inches apart. "Well, bye Sidney!" I call, bounding out the door.

So that was weird. I'll just find Tate and finish the movie. "Hey, Randy! Where is everyone?" I question him as I walk into the living room, seeing it empty. "Oh there was this phone call about Principal Himbry has been killed and is hanging from a football post or something." I jump onto the couch next to him. "You think its true?" I ask. "Maybe. I don't really care though. I just wanna finish the movie." "Alright." I nod, standing. "Where ya going?" "To find Tatum or Billy or Sid or Stu. I'll be right back." Randy's head jerks to look at me. "Kidding Rand. Kinda." "Jesus, Y/N." I laugh as I walk up the stairs to see if Tate and Stu are fucking in a room somewhere like they usually are.

I open the door to Stu's bedroom and walk in with my hand covering my eyes, just in case. "Stu? Tatum? Y'all in here." Suddenly, I hear a loud slicing sound and a gargled shout. "Y/N!" I move my hand and see the Ghostface killer in the mask and Sid laying stabbed on the bed. "Oh shit." I say, turning and running as the killer bounds over the bed towards me. "Motherfucker! I'm too young to die! Shit! Ow! Fuck you, you fucking bitch!" I scream as I run around the house, locking door and creating obstacles along the way. "I am way too out of shape for this shit! Can I have a headstart? Bitch! Randy! Stu! Billy! Tatum? Anybody? Fuck!"

I run into a room with a window and I lay the ironing board across the bottom of the door. "Asshole" I say, clamoring out of the window. I feel someone grab my shoulder as they try to pull me back in. "Bitch!" I yell, jumping as I swing my fist back, hitting them in the face. I groan as I roll off of the boat and land on the concrete. I look up at the garage door and scream and choke out a sob as I see my childhood best friend hanging, dead, from the garage door. I stand back up as I run to the news van parked outside. I bang on the door as the camera man, Kenny opens it and I climb in, slamming the door behind me. I look at the cameras set up and I see Ghostface creeping up behind Randy, preparing to stab him.

"Fuck! Move Randy! Move!" "Move kid!" Kenny jumps out of the van to go inside but I notice the front door is open. I watch the footage of the killer running outside, leaving Randy. "Shit! He's-" I'm cut off with a slicing sound as blood spurts from Kenny's neck. I scream and let out a string of curse words as I clamor out the back hole of the news van. I glance around, not seeing the killer but I see Dewey. "Dewey! Randy! He's inside! The killer is gone and I don't know where he went!" I yell, chest heaving, exhausted. "I knew I should've stayed home." The adrenaline is beginning to fade as I see Dewey walk out of the house. "Dewey! Did you-" I see a knife sticking out his back as he calls out, "run!" Before he collapsed. I see the killer standing behind him, pulls the knife out of Dewey's back and starts bolting towards me.

I start running again even though I want to lay down and cry. But I won't. I pick up speed as I think of my parents, who were also killed by Ghostface. I think about my sister, who is at home waiting for me. I think of Sidney, Billy, Tatum, Randy, and Stu. All for the people I love. After a few minutes, I slow to catch my breath and I see the van lights flashing. I wave my hands around and Gale swerves off of the road. What the fuck? I can drive better than that. Oh shit. Randy. He's still in the house. I start running back already on the brink of passing the fuck out. "Oh Randy. You better thank me for this later. I've never run this much except for the time where that big ass dog was chasing me."

I stop up at the porch and grab Dewey's gun out of his pocket, turning the safety off and pointing it as Randy and Billy come out of different directions. "Oh fuck, Y/N. We've gotta get the fuck outta here! I found Tatum and I think Billy killed her." "No I didn't, Y/N! You know me. Baby, give me the gun." He says, shoving Randy out of the way. "Back the fuck up Billy or I swear to God, I will blow your brains all over this front yard. You too Randy." They both start blabbering at once and I can't focus. "Fuck you both!" I say, slamming the door in their faces. They both continue banging on the door. "Go away! Please leave me alone." I shout, sliding down against the door, burying my head in my knees.

"Y/N?" I hear Sid ask before she tumbles down the stairs. "Oh shit. Sid, you're bleeding! Are you ok?" I ask, running over to help her. She hobbles to the door and holds her hand out. "Give me the gun. It's ok Y/N. I'm here now." I pass the gun slowly to her, no hesitation. That was my final mistake of the night. She opens the door and Randy comes flying in. "Holy shit. Billy's gone mad!" "We all go a little mad sometimes." Sidney turns with a smirk on her face as she shoots Randy in the shoulder. "Oh fuck." Randy says before he falls. "Sidney? What the fuck?" I yell, running over to help Randy seeing he's unconscious.

I turn and I start to run away before running straight into Billy's chest. "Billy please, help me!" He just looks down at me before pulling a voice changer and talking into it. "Surprise, Y/N." I look back at Sidney, who looks at me like what are you gonna do? Bitch. This is what the fuck I'm gonna do. I shove Billy out of my way and I run to the kitchen. Suddenly, Sidney pops out and points the gun at me. "Woah. Woah. Calm down there princess." I back slowly towards the counter. "You fucking bitches. Oh Jesus Chris. I'm so stupid. This is all my fault. My fault."

"Honestly, sweetheart. It is. We killed all these people for you. All for you. Your parents." I choked back a cry. "Your Tatum." Sidney adds. I let out a sob. "Why? What did I do to you?" "Well, princess. You hated your parents, so we got rid of them for you." "But I love Tate." "No! You don't love her. You love us." She told me, picking up the knife from Billy and tracing it down my cheek. The adrenaline from the nights events is wearing off and I begin to actually register what I've done. What I've seen. Sidney stands in front of me and Billy has his head on her shoulder.

"Why? Why me?" "Because we love you, sweetheart" I break down for the first time that night, falling into Sidney's arms as I sob. "Get away from me. Leave me alone. Please!" I start to hyperventilate as I think of Tatum and my parents being brutally murdered. And it was all my fault. My fault that Dewey was stabbed. My fault Randy was shot. I fall to my knees, sobbing. I'm having a panic attack. I haven't had one this bad since I got the news my parents were found. "In and out. In and out. Come on, Y/N. Breathe. In and out." I hear Tatum's voice guiding me as I calm myself.

I stand, looking at the two people who sat with me after my parents died, comforting me, helping me through it when in reality, it was them who caused it. All the pain I feel. It was them. I don't see friends anymore. I see targets. I grab a knife off of the counter and feel it in my hand. Can I really kill them? I love them. But not as much as I love Tatum. Or mom and dad. I don't see Billy so tackle Sid and pin her. Who knew wrestling would come in handy. I pin the knife to her neck and look at her. She's so much prettier up close. "You won't do it, baby girl. You can't." I press the knife down harder as she stares into my eyes.

"Do it."

I raise the knife then drop it with a loud groan of frustration. "Why can't I do it?" I ask myself. I feel myself being suddenly jerked back and something cold being pressed on my black short dress and breasts. "Because you love this. You love all of it. I bet if I stuck my hand down your dress, your panties would be soaked. Sidney, would you like to check?" "Hmm" she nodded, sticking her hand up my dress and brushing them over my pulsing pussy. "Soaked, Billy." I whimper as Billy slits my dress in half, Sidney ripping it off. I realize the position I'm in. I'm straddling Sidney and Billy is holding a knife off to my left.

I'm left in my black bra and panties set and my thigh high stockings. "These fucking stockings, pretty girl. Everyday, you wear these stupid fucking stockings and everyday, I wanna fuck the shit outta you every time I see you in them." I let out a soft whine as I hear Billy's words and I feel Sidney's thumb circling my clit slowly through my underwear. Suddenly, I'm flipped over on my back on the floor and Sidney's by my head, sticking her fingers down the back of my throat. Then, Billy comes up towards my face and I see his cock. That won't fit inside me. In my mouth or my pussy. "Suck it like a slut." He orders as I take his dick in my mouth as to avoid him getting angry.

I moan around his cock as I feel Sid's fingers slide deep inside my cunt, deeper then mine could reach. I suck harder on Billy's dick as he begins thrusting, hitting the back of my throat and groaning at the feeling of me gagging around his dick. Sidney starts pistoning her fingers in and out of my pussy so fast that I reach down to grab her fingers to slow her down. "Oh now now baby doll. You were doing so good for mommy and daddy. Move your hands." Sid commands, slapping my hands away as she continues pistoning her fingers quickly, in and out.

"Fuck" Billy groans as something goes down my throat. "Swallow." I swallow obediently and look up innocently at Billy. "So good for daddy and mommy baby." My pussy clenches harder around Sidney's fingers as I arch my back and let out a loud moan as I cum for the first of many times tonight. "Good girl." Billy comes and trades places with Sidney as Sidney comes to straddle my face. Billy starts rubbing the tip of his cock against my cunt as he starts to push his dick inside my dripping pussy. It won't fit. It won't fit. I'm a virgin! But then he pushes himself all the way in to the hilt as I let out a scream.

He reaches up and chokes me, not enough to where I can't breathe, but just enough to where I reach that fuzzy feeling and drift off into subspace and stopped screaming. Sidney begins riding my face and making out with Billy as he thrusts in and out of my cunt so hard, I see stars and a quickly approaching 2nd orgasm. I let out a cry as I cum for the second time. Shortly after, Sidney comes and I drink all of her juices like a good girl. Sidney sits back and watches and plays with my nipples as Billy's dick disappears in and out of my pussy, his cock coated in red from my blood. Billy pinches my pulsing clit, hard as I cum for a third time.

"Please! No more! No more! Can't take anymore daddy, mommy. Fuck, please no more." "Oh come on, princess. Be a good girl and give mommy and daddy one more. One more. Then you can suck. Ok?" Sidney says as I come again, my eyes rolling back into my head, my hoarse voice screaming mommy and daddy, the tears streaking down my cheeks, all sends Billy over the edge. "We fucking own you. You fucking belong to us, Y/N." Billy groans out. After Billy pulls out of my dripping wet cunt with a mixture of my cum, his cum, and my blood, Sidney cradles me in her lap and let's me suck on her nipple, praising me while Billy goes to get something. I'm not registering anything that's happening except for the good girls and the I'm so proud of yous.

"Good girl. You're mommy's good girl, aren't you Y/N? Mommy's so proud of you. You were so good for mommy and daddy." Billy leans down and gives Sidney a quick kiss. Sidney leans down and kisses me, slipping her tongue in my mouth along with a little pill. "Mommy? What was that?" I asked, starting to feel sleepy. "Just something that will help us to bring you home easier." "Mommy? Daddy?" "Yes, princess?" They say in unison. I bury my head into Sidney's breasts as I mumble two words.

"Fuck you"

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faghubby · 2 months

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Pretty husband

"What are you doing?" My wife Jen screamed. I jumped up I had not heard her come home. I was laying on the bed wearing the lingerie I had bought for her last Valentine's day. Jen had worn it only once. I had worn it many times since. The red corset with matching sheer thong. I had ruined the matching stockings but still loved wearing them. I tried to cover myself as I noticed Jen taking pics with her phone.

"Jen I can explain" I wimpered.

"I am sure you can try but this seems self explanatory" Jen told me. She turned and stormed out of the house. Although I was terrified of what she would do. My dick was harder then I could ever remember I quickly masterbated then got changed back to my normal clothes. I tried to call and text Jen but got no response of any kind. I finally fell asleep with no word from Jen.

Jen returned at 10am the next morning. She marched right past me to the bedroom. I jumped up and rushed after her. She was getting undressed when I walked in.

"Beth helped me find your online persona" Jen informed me. I panicked as she continued

"female led marriage "? She smiled as she removed her panties she was now naked as she laid on the bed. She spread her legs.

"Well get to it" she said plainly. I crawled between her legs. I saw dried cum mashed into her hair. I lifted my head and went to say something

"Don't! You know you want it" Jen told me. "Or should I just send everyone the pics of you all dressed up with your little pee pee all excited. I just swallowed hard and licked her pussy. I could taste the salty load of some man as it started to leak form her.

"I learned alot about what you want" Jen said. "Cuckolding can be crossed off your list. Don't worry it won't be the last time " she held my head down as I licked her used pussy. I didn't stop until she came on my tounge.

"Paul things are going to change around here" Jen told me as she laid on the bed naked.

"I can't talk to you like this. Strip" she ordered.

"Jen we can talk, I can explain" I begged.

"PAUL GET NAKED!" Jen said with a raised voice. I quickly stripped.

"No panties" Jen sounded disappointed.

"now since i am revoking your rights in this marriage" Jen stated.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Do not interrupt me" Jen said annoyed. As she got up and put on a robe. I fell silent

"Now I am taking full control of this marriage. You may give your opinion if I ask for it. But I will decide alone what actions we will take.

"In addition since you like acting all girlie, you will start today. No more sneaking around touching my things. You will wear your pretty things all the time. And shave those legs so you don't look ridiculous" Jen told me."

"Jen I can't" I started she walked over and smacked me across the face.

"Don't deny this is what you truly want. I have scene your Tumblr. Pinintrest and even your Femlife dating app" Jen told me. "This will also stop. You will not post things or look at inappropriate things online without my approval" Jen informed me.

"You won't have to worry about not satisfying me sexually any more either. As I said before I will cuckold you. Find real men to please me." Jen stood behind me her hand slid across my ass. "But I don't want you touching yourself without my promission either"

"Now, I want you completely free of body hair. The mustache goes as well. Only hair better be one the top of your head" Jen told me. She smacked my ass.

"Get to it" she commanded. I went to the bathroom and filled the tub. I wasn't sure where to start so I started with my face. Then attempted my legs. My penis was hard the whole time. This task was alot harder then I thought it would be. I had been at it for over an hour when Jen walked in.

"Jen I can't reach" I started. Jen went under her sink and pulled out a bottle of nair and a long handled applicator she used for lotion. And handed it to me.

"You will put this on when you finish" she told me touching a pile of clothes. Then leaving me alone again. I read the instructions and used it also to touch up any areas I had missed with the razor. As I waited I looked thru the clothes Jen had left. There was a babu blue thong with a dark blue lace sports bra looking thing. The slacks and shirt seemed to be mine. She also had left a pair of her pink socks. I rinsed off watching the last of my bodybhair gather around the drain. Then got dressed. The bra was easily seen thru the white thin shirt. I came out of the bathroom.

"Do you feel pretty?" Jen asked.

"Yes" I mumbled unable to look at her. The thong unable to hold my erection.

"Good that way you will always remember your place" she told me.

"I expect you to do the womanly duties around here from now on" Jen told me. I was a bit confused by what she meant we had never been a couple that dealt in such roles.

"You will behave as if you are a 1940s wife. All household duties are yours to forfil" Jen informed me. "Don't worry about things that are to manly. I will find someone to help you with them. She walked away. Without another word. I thought about what she had said and seeing dishes in the sink. I went to clean them.

"It's late I will order up some lunch" Jen announced she didn't ask what I would like. About half an hour later the doorbell rang.

"Paulie answer the door" Jen called out. I went to answer aware my bra was on display as well as my pink socks. I hesitated by the door bell rang again. I could see Jen was getting annoyed. I answered the door the young man looked confused but didn't say anything. Jen had paid all i had to do was sign.

She had gotten me a salad and flavored water. So I could watch my girlie figure.

"I have ordered you all new panties. So you don't have to wear mine" Jen told me as we sat and ate. I watched as she ate a burger from my favorite restaurant while I ate my salad.

"A good house wife spends most of their time making sure the house is clean and orderly. I expect you to learn and self motivated yourself to do just that. You will have to pay close attention on laundry. Separate things handwash and such" Jen told me. I worked and with Jen permission I used the internet to learn how to do housework. I worked till about 9pm. Rarely seeing Jen although she was home.

"Bedtime" Jen informed me "now go get ready."

As I brushed my teeth. Jen came in. "You will have to learn a night time routine. Face care, hair, lotion you do want to be soft don't you?" Jen informed me.

"I understand" I said softly. She gave me about a half hour then called me to the bedroom. She handed me a satin nightgown. I changed leaving the my panties. Jen still fully dressed tucked me in.

"Your clitty is still hard, you been excited all day" Jen teased.

"Yes" was all I could manage as her hand slid under the covers. She pulled them back her hands ran down my smooth stomach and hips. She spread my legs but was careful not to touch my erection.

"Roll on your side" she told me she positioned me with my ass towards her my one leg bent her hand slid over my ass crack.

"Have you ever played with your sissy hole?" She asked

"A finger" I mumbled as I answered she applied lube to my hole then worked her finger in.

"My pretty husband likes when I play with you, don't you?" Jen asked.

"Rub yourself, don't jerk just rub" Jen told me as she fingered my ass. Pushing a second finger up my ass.

"Chuck fucked me last night, did you like eating your friends cum out of my dirty cumt?" Jen told me. Chuck was one of my closest friends.

"I showed him the pics of my pretty husband and begged him to fuck me. Since I needed a real man. He has a lovely cock, did you know?" Jen continued. I came in my nightie. Jen removed her fingers and tucked me back into bed.

"Goodnight baby" she said kissing me on the forehead and turning out the light. I layed in bed sticky my mind wondering what else Jen would make me do. Sleep didn't come quickly but I didn't dare to turn on the light or change my clothes. I finally fell asleep before Jen came to bed.

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