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JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, I NEED THIS GODDAMN PICTURE TATTOOED TO THE INSIDE OF MY EYELIDS SO IT’S FOREVER ENGRAVED INSIDE MY BRAIN.
#the way i need his ring imprinted on the skin of my throat immediately#holy fucking shit#jewelry kink is on and fucking activated#trevor zegras
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heey i would love to know what kinks do you think ateez members have and what they’ll be into👀
— Ateez Kinks
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Seonghwa loves pretty things. Lace, leather, rope. He loves seeing different materials and colors against your skin. He loves when you dress up for him. Whether that be pretty skirts, dresses, makeup, jewelry, or even fancy suits or sexy dress clothes. You’re his doll. He’d have a wonderful time slowly worshipping your body… but if you tease him enough like the pretty thing you are, he might just have to ruin your makeup. And don’t forget that he loves to feel pretty too.
Hongjoong likes to be in charge. He loves when he has someone to boss around, someone to listen to his every command. When the members give him a hard time, he knows he has his obedient little pet to take his stress out on. And he does just that. He mixes pleasure and pain, just to keep you on the edge. He can be a bit rough at times, but he lets you know how grateful he is to have such a good pet. Disobey him, however, and you’ll regret it. His punishments are unforgiving.
Yunho likes to breed like a dog. He’s obsessed with giving you his cum, his pups. He wants to fill you up and cover you, and he’ll do anything for you to let him. He loves to beg, and he loves being deprived of what he wants… even if he whines about it. He loves when you deny him until his dick takes over. Until he can’t take it anymore, and has to pin you down and breed you for hours. He seems submissive, but he’ll absolutely ruin you… even while begging and whimpering.
Yeosang uses his tongue for its intended, god-given purpose. It doesn’t turn 180° for nothing baby. His favorite activity, his favorite hobby is eating you out. And he eats it like a madman. He has a way of reducing you to nothing with just his tongue. And he can go for hours. You’ll never find anyone as good at giving head as him. He loves the taste, loves the feeling, and absolutely refuses to stop making you cum even if his jaw hurts. He gets off to it. Can cum untouched, even. He praises you the entire time, telling you how fucking good you taste, and how much he craves it when you don’t give it to him.
San… my boy. He’s so painfully obviously an ass man. He’ll eat your ass, finger it, fuck it. He’ll give you back shots and fuck you as hard as he can just to watch it jiggle. Spanking is a must. He loves to bruise it and bite it. He’ll fuck you into the mattress, make you ride him in reverse, have you sit on his face. He can’t keep his hands off. Ever. He makes you wear tight pants, or short skirts/shorts, so he can see it at all times. He loves when you wear short skirts with nothing underneath, especially in public, and bend over to tease him. Everyone around you has to accept the fact that he’s constantly grabbing your ass and spanking it, no matter where you are.
Mingi. Come on. He has a size kink. His cock is huge, and he loves shoving it in with no warning. He loves forcing you to take all of him, even if it hurts. He’ll act all sweet and innocent while he does it, too. Even when there’s tears in your eyes, he’ll fuck you harder. Deeper. He loves dirty talk. And he’s talking you through it. Telling you how pretty you are, how cute and small you look under him. He’ll hold you down, and he loves when you thrash. He just keeps talking in that innocent voice, praising you like you’re not struggling. Kissing your face and ramming into you with long, deep strokes. He likes to lay his entire body on you, and feel how small you are. He’ll talk you all the way to your orgasm, and all through it. Even coax you into more. Over and over again, until your wrists are bruised, and your body aches.
Wooyoung loves to tease. He dies for the attention. He teases you until you’re sucking up to him… showering him with compliments and fueling his ego. Worshipping him as if he was your god. Sometimes he’ll jerk off while you sit and praise him, watching, unable to touch. He’ll torture you like that until you’re about ready to sob. And then he’ll give you everything you want, and more. After he’s had his time being the center of attention, he gives it all to you. Allows you to play the pillow princess/prince/pet and devours and ruins you till you’re shaking and begging for him to stop. He learns all the moves that make you fall apart, and abuses them.
Jongho is absolutely obsessed with physical power. He’ll find every opportunity to manhandle you, no matter when or where you are. He loves to throw you around, loves to play fight/wrestle, and he can’t help but mark you in the places you tell him not to… just because he’s too strong for you to fight back. He fucks you good. Loves to pound you roughly, and then force you to ride him while you’re exhausted. He won’t help you cum, either. He watches you, desperate and dripping as you try to make yourself cum on his cock. His self control is amazing. He’ll stay hard as a rock as you struggle on top of him. But eventually, he’ll hold you up and fuck into you with all of his strength until you cum harder than you ever have before. He abuses your g spot, and twists you into positions that forces you to feel it even better. Nobody can do it like him.
#extra-prompts#ateez fanfic#ateez smut#ateez x reader smut#ateez x reader#fanfic#smut#ateez imagines#ateez scenarios#ateez fic#seonghwa x reader#hongjoong x reader#yunho x reader#yeosang x reader#san x reader#mingi x reader#wooyoung x reader#jongho x reader
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Farleigh Start…2
Tw: smut
Farleigh Start! Who obviously would listen to Arianna Grande, Beyoncé, Rihanna, Christina Aguilera, Britney Spears. He’s an icon so ov he listen to iconic women.
Farleigh Start! Who wants a threesome with you and someone else. He doesn’t care if it’s a boy or a girl. Ur man goes both ways.
Farleigh Start! Who will talk about how other people are hot with you.
Farleigh Start! Who’s sert he’s jalouse but doesn’t give fuck who you find attractive; at the end of the day he’s the one you’re fucking.
Farleigh Start! Who’s not really a date person. He’ll go at party with you or watch a movie in his or your dorm but forget about any restaurant corny bullshit.
Farleigh Start! Who’s favourite activity is rolling his eyes. He doesn’t go one day without rolling his eyes at you or someone else.
Farleigh Start! Who knows your body so damn well. He knows what to do to get you wet. He always finds the perfect praise or insult that will leave you begging for him.
Farleigh Start! Who loves giving shoulder/back kisses. Especially if he’s fucking you from behind just giving you something sweet during his rough trusting.
Farleigh Start! Who’s a total tease. Hand on your thighs 24/7 sometimes wandering to close to your heat. Mumbling dirty things in your hear at any time of the day.
Farleigh Start! Who’s a fingering/ pussy eater king. ( it’s already been said by many other people but I think it’s worth saying it again). He know all the right places that dives you crazy.
Farleigh Start! Who loves when you grab his hair, he’s a slut for it. More pulling = more moaning.
Farleigh Start! Who probably has a mommy kink. Like he be calling you “ mama” when he’s really into it.
Farleigh Start! Who comforts you in a way no one can top. Even if people think he’s a selfish bitch he cares about you. So if you’re down he’ll cuddle you with his arms wrapped around you, leaving kisses in your hair.
Farleigh Start! With whom you’ve played thousands of times “ chuck, marry, fuck”. ( I might do a actual one shot with that if ur interested)
Farleigh Start! Who’s love language is physical touch 100% and maybeeeeeee gift giving. He’ll probably buy you lingerie or jewelry.
#farleigh start#archie madekwe#farleigh start x reader#coquette#saltburn#i love him#just girly thoughts#in love#felix catton#i need him#he’s so pretty#i need his cock#i want his attention#he’s so fine#hot celebs#farleigh x you#farleigh smut#farleigh imagine#farleigh catton#i want his dick so far down my throat it leaves bruises#farleigh saltburn
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Sad girl - twelve
summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.
pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, the feelings, implied smut, Anthony being Anthony
word count: 2.8k
part 11 | series masterlist
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Tangled in each other’s arms, the couple’s adorned with soft morning light and glittering jewelry. In the aftermath of their night, clothes are scattered across the floor and blankets are abandoned in favor of thin bed sheets. Bodies ache from last night's activities and Doll groans as she wakes up is evidence of the toll it took on her body. Trapped against his chest, she can only stretch out her legs but the action stirs Bucky awake as well.
“Hey there, Sergeant,” she hums, examining him as he yawns.
“Careful,” he hums back, hauling her up so that they’re eye to eye.
“Oh, did I just find a kink?” giggling, she lands a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“Only when you say it,” a smile spreads from where her lips touched his.
Nuzzling her head into the junction of his head and shoulder, she places soft kisses there while he closes his eyes in appreciation. There is no denying that a shift in their relationship happened last night; it is only a matter of time before someone addresses it.
“How are you feeling?”
She lifts her head, “Sore but good. How about you?”
“Good,” he pauses, “Are you going to tell me what happened between you and your father?”
Sighing, she drops back down, “You just had to go and ruin the moment by bringing him up.”
“Would you rather I ask when I’m balls deep in you?”
“Let’s just stop talking about sex and my father,” she clears her throat, “I didn’t know Anthony was my father for a long time. My mom didn’t really talk about it. Throughout the years, I kind of pieced it all together; it was a one-night stand gone wrong and she tried to get away because of his work. They tried to make it work but it was too dangerous so she left. It was just us, moving from city to city to get away from it all. She got caught up in drugs at some point and could never really get sober. I think I was about ten when she brought me to his apartment, hoping that he would take me. Pepper opened the door and welcomed me in. Mom said it was temporary but months went by without anything so Anthony just assumed that she had died and was granted full custody of me. Anyways he told me last night that she had shown up about 6 months ago, asking him for money but he never told me. He said he invited her to the ceremony but she never showed. That’s why we got into it.”
“Ah I see,” he brushes the hair away from her face, “I didn’t know that’s what he had planned.”
“It’s not your fault. I told him I don’t want anything to do with him or Stark Industries and I quit,” she says shrugging her shoulders.
His hand stills at her words, “You did what?”
“I told him to get fucked and that I quit,” she says slower, not daring to move.
“Doll, look at me.”
She sits up on her forearm, head resting against her shoulder as her eyes search his face for an indication of how he’s feeling.
“I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself.”
“You’re not mad?”
“No, why would I be mad? He’s an asshole for not telling you about your mom and you had every right to tell him off like that.”
“I don’t know. I just didn’t expect you to be proud of me.”
His hand gently grabs her chin, “You are the most headstrong person I have ever met and you prove it to me every day. He had it coming honestly and I’m surprised you didn’t pull a gun on him.”
That earns a chuckle from her, “It was our wedding day. I wasn’t carrying but I’m more surprised that I didn’t find one on you last night.”
“There were plenty of others carrying, I didn’t see the need.”
“What if something happened? You never know when you’re a mob boss.”
The hand on her chin pushes her away as he rolls his eyes and sits up, “I’m not a mob boss.”
“That’s exactly what a mob boss would say,” she teases, eyeing his back and ass as he searches for his discarded boxers.
“I’m a freelance contractor, a private contractor, Doll. I’m not a part of any organized crime,” he shoots back, tucking himself into his boxers.
“Oh really? I seem to remember you taking part in a business deal with a very well-known organized criminal, resulting in the exchange of illegal goods and people.”
He cocks his head at her, “Are you implying that I trafficked you?”
“In the eyes of the law, that’s what it looks like.”
“In the eyes of the law, you’re part of an illegal business front and help criminals evade police,” he taunts her back while tossing her a new pair of underwear and a shirt from her closet.
“Admit you’re in organized crime and I’ll admit I’m into it too,” she stands and puts the clothes on, making sure to put on a show from him as she does so.
“Now Doll, you know better than that. Even if I was, I wouldn’t go around telling people no matter how tempting they might be,” his lips are pressed against her hair as he grabs her by the hips and spins her to face him.
“Seduction is a woman’s best weapon.”
“You are not the average woman though. You’re the new Mrs. Barnes; intelligent, stunning, quick-witted, sassy, and too good with a gun.”
“Is that what you think of me, Mr. Barnes?” she mummers as she puts her arms around his neck.
“I could go on if you’d like,” he smiles at their closeness.
“Oh please do. I want to know everything that you think about me.”
He ducks down to kiss her, slotting his lips against hers. His tongue pokes at her lips, asking for entrance and she happily grants it.
“I’ll tell you in time. Right now I want to celebrate with my wife,” and with that he tosses her back onto the bed, both of them laughing wildly.
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“Stark Towers, 10 am, week from today, Monday morning,” Doll reads the message her father sent her.
“Why?” she sends back.
“You quit. We have to go through your resignation.”
A deep sigh leaves her body as she tosses her phone back onto the nightstand.
“Everything okay?” Bucky calls from behind her.
“Oh you know my father is demanding a meeting, what’s new?” she responds, turning back to the bare man next to her.
“Need something to take your mind off it?” the mischievous glint in his eye catches hers.
“Depends. Does it involve you in between my legs?”
“Among other things.”
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The conference room is stuffy with the number of lawyers and other personnel jammed in it. Across from her sits Anthony, Wanda is at his side and his head lawyer Vision is next to her. The young boy she recognizes as Peter is behind him with Scott who she sends a smile. He returns it but it quickly fades when he spots a dark spot on her neck from under her turtleneck. Rolling her eyes at his reaction, she sets her focus on Anthony.
“Is all of this really necessary?”
“Yes, you know it’s the procedure when dealing with disgruntled employees.”
“Disgruntled? Wow if that’s how you want to play this, then so be it,” she remarks, sitting up straighter in her chair.
Anthony’s eyes flicker to her with annoyance before settling back on the document in front of him. Vision begins going over it, detailing what she’ll receive in the event of her resignation and how she’ll be removed from the company. Most of it is standard however Vision stops at the last section, looking between her and Anthony.
“Now is the matter of who will receive the company in the event of Mr. Stark’s untimely death. Originally it was meant to pass to you, Mrs. Barnes given that you were still with the company. However, given that you have resigned, it will go to Morgan Stark. For the time being, you will be granted temporary ownership until Morgan is 21 years of age, and then ownership will be transferred to her. You will be required to attend any meetings Mr. Stark requests to maintain an updated understanding of the business.”
Scoffing at ridiculous clauses, she looks directly at her father,” Excuse me what? I quit and you still somehow are requiring me to be involved?”
“It’s the terms you agreed to when you started working for me.”
“I don’t remember this section by any stretch of the imagination. Vision you can’t be serious. There’s no way I agreed to this,” she turns to Vision who looks at her with an uneasy expression.
“Unfortunately, you did,” he explains, sliding the papers over to her so she can see her signature from 6 years ago, meaning she did in fact agree to this.
“Oh my god,” her body deflates as she whispers to herself, “I should’ve never gone to work for you.”
“Speak up darling, I didn’t hear you,” Anthony taunts her.
Taking a deep breath she repeats herself: “I said I should’ve never gone to work for you. You have taken advantage of me every step of the way. I shouldn’t even be surprised that this clause slipped in without me noticing.”
“Well you did agree to it so that’s how things are going to be,” his nonchalant tone is like nails on a chalkboard to her.
“Clearly. Is there anything that I can do to get out of this, Vision, or am I completely fucked?”
“I’m afraid this is your only option.”
“Lovely,” she takes another deep breath, closing her eyes.
“Well if that’s all we have to go over, I would sign and leave,” she says, mentally growing exhausted from playing these games with her father.
Vision nods his head, passing her a pen so she can sign away her life once again. Her new name bleeds into the paper right under her father’s signature, binding them together professionally and ruining whatever is left of their personal relationship. Papers are shuffled back into order and placed delicately into Vision’s briefcase as she stands and smooths out her trousers, rings clinging together as she does so. She throws a tightlipped smile to the lawyer and Wanda, who had been taking notes during the meeting. For her father, she sends him a cold stare as she leaves the conference room.
Walking out of the room, she pulls out her phone to see a text from Bucky.
“Meet me at the café by the tower when you’re done.”
“No please?” she sends back.
“Please.”
She steps into an elevator, shaking her head at his short texts. A hand stops the doors from closing all the way and her father steps in after her. If she hadn’t been wearing a white turtleneck, she would have punched him but alas she doesn’t want to ruin her shirt.
“Couldn’t have waited for the next one?”
“I wanted to talk to you.”
She cocks one eyebrow, “oh really? Where was that sentiment six months ago or last month or even a few days ago?”
“I’m not going to apologize for doing what I thought was right. You need to let it go, darling.”
Clenching her jaw, “What did you want to talk to me about?”
“I think John is trying to sabotage my deal with Namor.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I received a rather interesting voicemail from the Dora Milaje’s head, Ayo, last night.”
“And?”
It’s his turn to clench his jaw and take a deep breath, “They’re aware that I made the deal behind their backs and they’re not very happy.”
“What did you expect?”
“John was supposed to be handling it. Now he’s not doing his job so things are about to go down. You need to warn James.”
“Why can’t you?”
The elevator stops and dings, letting them know they have arrived at their destination. Doll goes to leave first but Anthony grabs her arm, keeping her at his side as he guides them out together.
“We’ll just have to tell him together.”
She doesn’t have a chance to question him as he sends her a warning look and continues to usher her out the front doors. In an attempt to look less forced, he slings his arm around her shoulder, fingers gripping tightly through her blazer. Neither speaks as they enter the small café next door, quickly spotting Bucky and sitting down at the booth he is at. He doesn’t share the same confused expression that she has but instead shares a knowing look with Anthony.
“Wow you’re in on this too,” is the first thing she says to him, leaning back in the booth with her arms crossed over her chest.
“He only agreed to have a private meeting,” Anthony answered.
“And what is this ‘private’ meeting about?”
“Doll I’m…” Bucky tries to apologize to her but she holds her hand up to stop him.
“No. Don’t give me some bullshit apology.”
“It’s about Marianne,” Anthony pipes up before a fight breaks out.
“What about my mom?”
“That day she showed up at my door, she left a phone number to get ahold of her. When she didn’t show up at your wedding, I had Scott trace it and find out her location.”
Furrowing her brow, “And?”
Anthony rolls his eyes at her impatience, “And she was at John Walker’s apartment. Scott went over to check on her and they both claimed that John had offered her a place to stay until she could get back on her feet. She seems sober even.”
“What? Did you bring her back?” her voice starts to raise.
“Quiet down, darling. No, I did not. It seemed like she was there on her own accord so I wasn’t going to force her to go with Scott.”
“Oh but you can force me into staying a part of your business even after I quit among other things.”
“Doll,” Bucky’s voice is soft as he tries his hand at reasoning with her.
“No James. My mom is with the man who held me at gunpoint and no one even seems the slightest bit concerned about it.”
Being called James again is enough to set the fire off in his heart. He immediately sits up, face void of expression as he goes back to sipping his coffee.
“Things happen,” Anthony brushes off her comment, “You wanted to know where Marianne was and I told you so my job is done here.”
“Oh, it most certainly is not. You’re going to help me get her out of there,” she grabs Anthony by the arm, keeping him from leaving the booth, “You got us into this mess and you’re going to get us out.”
“Marianne is a grown woman, she can leave if she wants. As for you,” he leans down so they’re eye to eye, “You made it very clear that you don't have anything to do with me unless it’s professional so I don’t have to do anything.”
She gapes at him, mouth wide in shock from how unbothered he is by the whole situation.
“Close your mouth. If you want her out of there, you can ask your husband,” he stares blankly before removing her hand and leaving the booth.
Anger is radiating off of her body in waves while Bucky sits across from her with the stoic look he gives boring senators and overly drunk girls trying to get his attention. He appears completely unphased by the interaction, still drinking his coffee. She, on the other hand, is staring daggers into his soul, waiting for him to say something.
“Got something to say?” he asks, barely affording her a glance.
“Yeah, what the fuck were you thinking?”
“He asked for a meeting, knowing you were going to say no so I helped him set it up.”
“You didn’t think to mention it to me? Or is the secret keeping a part of our marriage now?”
“Wasn’t a secret.”
“Give me a break. Why didn’t you tell me?”
He sets his coffee down, finally looking at her, “would you’ve agreed?”
She stays silent, knowing that she very well wouldn’t have agreed. Bucky nods his head in confirmation that he’s right. Pulling out his wallet, he drops a twenty on the table and slides out. Doll doesn’t move, arms still crossed while her chest rises and falls to calm her down.
“Let’s go.”
He offers his hand out to her but she doesn’t take it as she gets out and walks past him towards the doors.
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes imagine#mob au#mob!bucky#mob!bucky barnes imagine#mob!bucky barnes x reader#sad girl - bucky barnes#mob!bucky barnes and reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you
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Adam Warlock NSFW Headcanons
duh, sexual content. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Adam's open to experimentation. Pretty much everything his partner wants to try is something he's willing to try. He's not very experienced, but he and his partner learn together.
It's definitely a strong relationship, built off of trust and communication. He and his partner both take their bedroom activities very seriously.
Adam is definitely a switch. He likes domming and subbing equally, it just depends on what mood he and his partner are in for the night
Now, I did say "pretty much everything his partner wants to try is something he's willing to try". There are a couple things he isn't comfortable with, those being causing pain to his partner and bringing in additional people. He believes that he and his partner are made for each other, and there's no reason to share their most intimate moments with anyone besides each other.
Until he starts being more intimate with his partner, he doesn't know he has a breeding kink
But oh boy
Adam has a major breeding kink
He doesn't quite understand it. Something about it being special between him and his partner. He feels almost possessive. He's the only one who gets to cum inside his partner, fucking it into them.
If his partner has the ability to get pregnant, the idea of it turns him on. It's not really even pregnancy that turns him on; it's that his love for his partner is so strong that they could create a child together in the heat of passion.
He also definitely has a thing for lingerie and gold jewelry. His partner dressing up for him, looking gorgeous for him - it gets him all hot and bothered.
He loves giving oral to his partner. He gets pleasure from getting his partner off. It feels like he's looking after them, caring for them whenever he goes down on them. He likes to do it multiple times. It makes him feel special that he can make his partner orgasm with just his mouth. And when he has a lot of time to spend with his partner, he likes to go slow, enjoying all of the sounds and sensations.
He has a praise kink for sure. He loves hearing the sounds his partner makes for him, encouragement that he's doing a good job. Being told he does a good job though? That's enough to get him hard again.
He also definitely has a size kink. He's pretty much a god; he's tall, muscular, and putting it bluntly, his dick is big. Even when he's subbing, he's turned on by the fact that he's so big compared to them. He's always protective of his partner, holding them to make them feel safe. When they first have sex, he's very concerned he might hurt his partner, but when they talk through it together and come up with signals and safe words together, he feels much more comfortable. Now, he loves how big he is by comparison to his partner.
At the end of the day, he and his partner are very good at communicating with each other, leading to a very happy and healthy sex life
lol do we want an nsfw alphabet or smutty oneshot with adam??? feel free to send me a message :)
#fanfic#writing#marvel fanfiction#marvel mcu#marvel#gotg3#gotg#gotg fanfiction#adam warlock x reader#adam warlock#the warlock#will poulter#will poulter x reader#will poulter smut#ns/fw#headcanon#marvel headcanons#mcu headcanons#guardians of the galaxy
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Sultry Head Canons
Pairing: Marc Spector x Layla El Faouly x female reader (no other specifications!)
Word Count: 1100 words
Outline: Being in a polyamorous relationship with Marc and Layla includes...
Warnings: pet names, cockwarming, multiple sex positions, multiple mentions of ejaculations, nipple play, bite kink, mentions of sex toys.
Author’s Note: This is a sequel to my story Sultry and it features a couple of headcanons for how their rest of the summer unfolded. This could be a stand-alone but I do encourage you to read the story! Second time doing hds, hope you like them!
P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics || banners by @maysdigitalarts
Main Masterlist ・❥・ Marc Spector Masterlist ・❥・Layla El Faouly Masterlist
NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.
The rest of your summer in Cairo went swimmingly, cuddled in perfectly with your two lovers. You were incredibly happy that these two people had decided to keep you with them and you never stopped to express your gratitude and your devotion to them. Turning yourself into the perfect pet for them.
No one is shy when it comes to PDA, they are touching you subtly, and dominantly at any place. Spreading your legs whenever they needed you to do so or making you display your naked body for them on any occasion.
Layla is a little more subtle whereas Marc is openly possessive and determined. He never lets you go too long without a kiss or a touch. He needs to have his hands on you or on Layla at all times. Layla is more subtle, she knows you would never stray.
Marc and Layla kept you at their house, at a secluded part just outside of town. Not many eyes to see what you were all up to. They didn’t have a problem with you going to work and for your studies as long as you always came back to them.
What surprised you the most is how much they liked taking you on fancy dates and day trips. Make sure you were dressed to the nines, both of them immaculate dressed and adorned in jewelry.
Marc loved Layla and it was so striking to watch as they both showered you in affection. Their shared love made you even happier to be part of this relationship.
Marc loved feeding Layla and she loved doing the same thing. Many times while Marc was using you as a cockwarmer, Layla fed you marshmallows straight from her mouth, kissing you sweetly as you whimpered from up above him.
Stargazing was one of your favorite activities together. Wrapped all together in one thin blanket, snuggled in for better warmth as you often fell asleep looking at the stars and listening to them talk and talk for hours about their shared interests and their work.
They both love using as their pillows while they sleep, and a lot of times you had them both sleeping on your chest, mouths on your nipples, Marc’s cock is whichever cunt he preferred that day.
Marc loved painting you with his cum, and making you walk around the apartment with it dripping down your thigh, only to have Layla clean it off a couple of minutes later.
But you also loved and enjoyed the peace and the quiet together, reading books on top of each other, chin on someone’s shoulder, you massaging Layla while Marc was reciting a poem in french for the both of you.
Music! Layla was a huge fan of music and she loved teaching you about Egyptian music and singers. Often taking you dancing, the three of them make quite the picture altogether. She loved twirling you around and making you grind on Marc, liked when he cursed under his breath and held both of your wrists tight to shove you into a narrow alley.
Layla loved it when someone played with her hair, so both you and Marc made sure to show your love for her and her beautiful mane.
Marc liked fucking you till you screamed and wailed underneath him but Layla liked it just as rough, that day she brought home a strap-on, and she was fucking you fast and hard and almost broke your back. Marc looked so proud of her. Having them both take you like that, cock over cock, inside your tight holes would always leave you aching.
Sometimes when Layla was too busy with something else, Marc would determinedly fuck you loudly someone close to her just to break her bravado and yet Layla never gave in. On the other hand, the minute Layla touched you whenever Marc was busy, he would never hesitate to leave his work just to take care of both of you.
Bath time was one of your favorites, taking turns washing each other, soft massages, and tender touches with the softest kisses in between.
Sharing clothes, you loved wearing Marc’s t-shirt and he loved existing completely naked, never hesitate to show you how hard you both made his cock.
Marc loved having you both on all fours, above a blanket outside at the terrace, and just tease and tease you until your collective wetness was enough to make him go jackhammer on you both.
Other times, he preferred spanking you both like this, one hand on each asscheek but there were many times Marc joined you, very pleased to receive some spankings from his wife. And oh god, he whimpered…loud and proud.
Yet their favorite position was placing you in the middle and worshipping your body, each trying to outdo the other as they devoured your nipples and your cunt till you couldn’t have anymore.
Sometimes, Layla took that position and you were more than happy to oblige, taking in her scent and her beauty, having Marc praise you for all the good job you were doing.
One of your most memorable mornings, was when you woke up to Layla kissing your mouth so sweetly and passionately, Marc stretching you out with fingers until he entered you, Layla’s lips never leaving yours until you orgasmed in her mouth.
Often, one of you would be the observer looking at what the others were doing until someone (most often Marc) would give in and come and join.
Yet when you were the observer you always sat quietly, never touched yourself, you were a good girl, you knew your place and time would come soon enough.
Marc loved it having Layla’s on his face while he hammered his cock on your pussy, keeping a brutal pace with both his tongue and his thrusts as Layla tried to hold on to you for support.
One night, you were sitting on the edge of the bed legs spread, both of them assaulting you with their tongues, pushing your legs apart. You never knew you could orgasm again and again until you passed out. They took their turns kissing each other in between so sinfully and deliciously.
There were marks and bites all over your body, they both loved claiming you as theirs and you were proud to be theirs.
The day you had to leave and return back home, they both tearfully greeted you at their airport making promises of finding each other again.
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things/ activities i would do with skz if i knew them irl (but it gets worse as you read)
warnings: idk slight suggestive themes, basically a lot of crack, i'm writing this on an almost hour long cab ride to a symbology event i'm attending(that's a warning cuz this is really badly written and goofy as fuck)
-bangchan
paint his nails or do his makeup, cuz that's so cute
give him a massage, lord knows that boy needs one after his hours in the studio
poke his dimples and kiss his forehead (don't look at me i'm soft for him)
go to a therapy session together (yeah we both need one)
grab his butt
-minho
go to an animal cafe (like imagine this cute ass man with cute tiny animals)
cook together
take weird photos
dance (i'm not his level but i still think i'm pretty good at dancing and it'd be fun to dance with him)
get matching jewelry
scare the life out of people together
make out with him (and i'm definitely squeezing his thighs at least once)
-changbin
go to the gym, he's the best gym buddy fr
another candidate for painting nails, i wanna put little stickers on his nails too
make girl group choreo tiktoks
give him a peck (i'm just soft)
-hyunjin
hold his hands, look at them, kiss his hands like i don't even have a hand kink but his hands are so pretty bfuighdfkjbnlkdfihgh
make art together and go on a bookshop/art gallery date
style each other, tbh i think my style would go well with his and he'd be so fun to dress, also wanna do his hair and makeup
choke/ manhandle him
sex (duh)
-jisung
watch and discuss conspiracy theories late at night
write songs together
make weird analogies
arcade date
grab his waist, pin him against the wall and manhandle him in general
peg him (like you wouldn't)
-felix
peck his entire face
count his freckles
do his makeup, he'd look so pretty fr, and like hyunjin, dress each other up
stargazing date
bake together
another one who's waist i wanna grab, also wanna pin him to the wall
-seungmin
play monopoly
sass around
insult, judge and roast people together (for legal reasons this is a joke)
give him weird nicknames just to tick him off
-jeongin
pull pranks on everyone together and practically be a menace duo
create havoc in a groupchat
karaoke (this applies to every member tbh)
mukbang
#stray kids#skz#crack#kpop#i'm so bored idek#this so bad lmao i didn't even try#anyway i have nothing to lose since i have zero followers#might do a txt version#felix#bangchan#hyunjin#leeknow#han#i.n#changbin#seungmin#jeongin
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I have exactly ten active wips, so:
All are Dreamling except the one Immortal Throuple as noted. Details on each under the cut, from oldest to newest:
working title 'The Clothing One'
Rated E. My stab at the classic Dreamling trope 'Dream has issues with nudity after 100 years in the fishbowl'. Hob is, of course, more than willing to work with him. Sex with clothes still on can be a very good thing, after all. Also draws on comic!Dream's penchant for slutty robes. Currently 600 words of drafted bits; still more Idea than Fic.
working title 'Impromptu Fishbowl Therapy'
Rated E; pre-relationship, get-together. Hob has A Lot of Unprocessed Emotions when Dream finally shares his fishbowl trauma; when he has a dream about it, Dream visits it. They do a lot of emotional processing together and eventually re-enact an Extremely Cathartic rescue. Currently some scribbled notes and 500-ish words of drafted bits.
Title: Bleed for Me
Rated E. The Victorian AU. Close longtime friends Hob and Morpheus are serving together in the army. But whichever disastrous high-cost war they're in is taking its toll on Morpheus especially; Hob finds him drinking alone in their tent one night, spiraling in depression and despair. In the course of talking him through it confessions are made and the night is spent taking comfort in one another to stop thinking about The Horrors for a little while. Currently 1100-ish words of notes and bits and pieces; needs a little research and some motivation to get going again.
Title: Ambrosia
Rated E; for the Smut March/April promps 'chest hair', 'weakness', 'scent', 'teasing' and 'hair pulling'. PWP. This is all about Hob's body hair and Dream's human kink. Currently at about 3K and maybe two-thirds done; needs some stitching together through the middle and then a proper wrap-up and conclusion.
working title 'The Conference AU'
Rated E; from the Smut April prompts 'bed sharing' and '"Then do it already."' Academic colleagues Hob and Dream end up sharing a room and most of their time together at a conference. Naturally sparks flare. Currently about 3100 words (maybe half to two-thirds done) and stalled partway through the sex; needs to finish the sex and the 'plot' follow up and conclusion.
working title 'The Multiple Hob Fic'
Rated E; from the Smut April prompt 'Double Penetration'. PWP-ish. Hob creates a double during sex in the Dreaming and they cycle through all of Hob's centennial looks. Vulvas will make appearances for both of them. There is emotional reminiscence along with the sex. Currently an idea with minimal notes and less than 300 words written of conversation.
working title 'Treasure'
Rated E; for the Smut April prompts 'jewelry', 'makeup', 'panties' and 'finger fucking'. PWP. Dream dolls himself up in makeup and jewelry and lingerie and Hob takes him apart with his fingers (and his mouth and his cock). Currently maybe one-third to one-quarter written at 2100 words, and a bunch of notes on the rest
Title: Canvas
Rated E; for the Smut June prompt 'moonlight' and inspired by server talk about long-haired Dream. PWP-ish. Dream paints with impossible things on Hob's body in the Dreaming, using his hair as the paintbrush. Meant to be soft and sensual more than spicy. Currently maybe one-third to half done, 600-ish words that derailed into the mildest of informal restraint ('bondage' is way too strong a word for it) and floundering at 'where was I going with this?' because I got distracted with other wips.
working title 'The Immortal Throuple Attempt'
Rated E; for the Smut June prompt 'paper'. Slightly cracky PWP-ish. Hob is stuck on an almost-finished article as the deadline approaches; Calliope offers Premium Inspiration as a relationship perk. Dream's just there to take dictation, at least until the article's done. Currently a little over 800 words, maybe half-done-ish, suffering from my insecurity in writing Calliope.
working title 'The Mer-Hob Fic'
Rated G; from the Dreamling Week prompt 'ocean'. A short scene of a meeting between Dream and his nameless mer-friend that is ultimately an excuse to play with aquatic courtship displays. Roughly 750 words, maybe one-quarter to one-third complete, plus notes outlining the rest and a sequel/second-chapter scene in mind.
#TJs Writing#TJs Polls#mostly I'm just dicking around with polls#but also gauging interest and soliciting motivation
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Okay, listen, I know you sent me this same thing, but uh... List 2 for our Crystal Polycule please <3
I love this very muchly. You say this like I'm gonna have an issue with it. Who do you think I am? /playful /teasing
Crystal Force Polycule Includes: Kenzie Holling-Carver, Nyx Moran, Cherry Rocca, Abbie Carson, Aspen Grover, and Nick Jones
As per previous conversations and posts, Kenzie is asexual and will not be an active participant in this post.
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A - Aftercare
All the aftercare. There's five of these guys, that's a lot of adrenaline and a lot of crashing and they turn it into a group project.
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B - Breeding
Honestly, Cherry gives me those vibes. Maybe Aspen, too.
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C - Condom
While they're Active Rangers, out there saving the day, yes. Afterward, there's no need kinda (except sometimes with Abbie). Like, Nyx is on birth control anyway, until she feels she's ready to have a kid.
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D - Dreams
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Nyx once had a dream of getting fucked while in chains and not allowed out of the chains until she'd satisfied her partners. Nick made that an immediate reality.
E - Experimenting
In a way, for them, it's necessary to experiment. Again, there's five of them, so they have to learn each other's limits and where the lines are on their boundaries. Plus, having sex with different kinks is great!
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F - First Time
Nyx is half of a whole, they like to say, but sex is the one thing they and Kenzie don't agree on. So, when the time came for their first time with the group, Nyx was very nervous. Luckily, they've got four partners 100% willing to take things at Nyx's pace until they're comfortable enough to speed up.
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G - Games
Nick and Cherry play fight for who's gonna be in control on a given night. Otherwise, no
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H - Humor
Nyx makes jokes when they're nervous, and the others just kinda run with it. They try not to take themselves too seriously unless the scene is pretty serious
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I - Infidelity
Uhhh, no. No one's ever cheated. Communication is everything in a poly relationship, plus Nyx (and Kenzie) insist on using their words.
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J - Jewelry
Nyx is interested in getting her clavicle pierced. Otherwise, it's mostly the toys
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K - Kissing
Kisses are important in any relationship. Nyx has a habit of kissing their partners hello and goodbye.
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L - Lingerie
Nyx loves lingerie. They have all kinds. If it's fluttery and soft, they wanna wear it. Their favorite is a light blue slip on with lace along the hems. Aspen might be convinced to wear lingerie, Abbie has a few pieces, but Cherry and Nick don't really wear it
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M - Masturbation
Nyx can, but prefers not to. They'd much rather get their partner off. Also, maybe has a chastity kink, which the others are happy to take advantage of
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N - Nudes
I want to say yes. Explicitly because they're all pretty young and a lot of them are pretty horny.
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O - O'clock
Usually at night, but I all reality, if they have a few minutes, they're probably fucking. It's literally in their nature.
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P - Public
Nyx hasn't, it makes them uncomfortable. I wanna say Nick would? Probably Abbie too
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Q - Questions
Not really. They're pretty open with the communication.
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R - Recording
Yes, often. They love recording their scenes especially. It's easier to keep track of things that way.
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S - Spanking
Not really? For Nyx, at least, they get beat up a lot on the battlefield and they really don't want to turn to pain in their sex lives as well
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T - Turn ons and offs
Nyx likes praise, being tied up, and just a little bit of degradation. Not a lot, just a little. They also like being a brat, it's kind of like a little game for them. Also chastity kink.
Aspen, like I said earlier, has a breeding kink, Cherry as well.
Abbie, I feel like is a little bit less wild and more vanilla, but still likes being tied up.
With Nick, I feel like he gets off on pleasing his partners. If they're happy, he's happy.
No scat or urine.
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U - Unusual
The kitchen, probably. Specifically in Nyx's kitchen with Casey studying in the other room
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V - Video Call
Happen frequently enough. With Abbie's powers and abilities, it's hard for her to touch the others. Nyx fantasizes about one day having a video call in her classroom (no kids, of course)
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W - Walk of Shame
Ironically, the walk of shame is usually done around Kenzie. She finds it hilarious.
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X - X-Rated
I wanna say yes because those can be good way to get ideas, but also Nyx probably wouldn't unless asked to
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Y - Yucky
Mostly just bathroom stuff. Urine, scat, and the like
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Z - Zones
Nyx, in particular, is extremely reactive to touches on her neck. It makes hickeys fun in particular.
Thank you! @estel-eruantien
#power rangers#power rangers crystal force#ask#mutuals#estel eruantien#thanks estel!#nsft#writing prompts#thoughts and headcanons#smut prompt#nsft abcs#nsft alphabet#mad writes#ask game#original character#original characters#ocs#nyx moran#cherry rocca#aspen grover#nick jones
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cherry on top
⇢ pairing: yang jeongin (skz) x fem!reader
⇢ genre: established relationship, fluff, smut
⇢ summary: jeongin always did like it when you wore jewelry - but there’s one particular set he loves more than all the others.
⇢ word count: ~3.7k
⇢ rating: 18+
⇢ warnings: ot8 make an appearance (for the fluff stuff), jisung is pretty oblivious and minho is not, free use kink (not at all non-con), exhibitionism (sex in a friend’s bathroom), fingering, hair pulling, partially clothed sex, unprotected sex, a mirror is involved, use of the word ‘slut’ a few times, reader gets teary eyed but doesn’t actually cry, dirty talk, cursing, jeongin says fuck a lot - like a lot a lot, cumming inside, they are really cute and lovey ok
⇢ release date: december 4, 2022
A/N: hi!! this is my first nsfw jeongin fic, and also my first time writing anything involving free use. if that’s not something you’re into, that’s totally fine! but please be aware it is in here (and is hopefully explained well enough). if you read it, i hope you enjoy it!
“Hey, we were wondering when you two might show up!”
Jisung grabbed your jacket to hang up as you walked through the door, your boyfriend right behind you. Jeongin shuffled out of his own jacket, letting Jisung take it as well.
“Sorry we’re late,” Jeongin placed a hand on your waist, “Someone couldn’t find their earrings and insisted they just had to have them.”
Jeongin’s fingers tickled at your side, making you swat them away with a pout. “These are my favorite!”
That wasn’t necessarily a lie - you just knew that these specific earrings were more his favorite than they were yours.
Jeongin chuckled, knowing what you meant, while Jisung shrugged. “No big deal. Everyone’s already set up in the kitchen and Minho just finished cooking, so you guys aren’t too behind.”
As the both of you gathered in the kitchen with everyone else, your hand darted into your pocket. You felt the cool metal chain between your fingers and sighed with relief.
You thought for a second you had forgotten to bring it, the necklace that completed the jewelry set. You had a set of cherry earrings that coupled beautifully with a matching necklace. Jeongin had given them to you a while back as a gift, and they meant so much more to you than just some pretty items to wear.
You would usually wear either the earrings by themselves, or the necklace in its own - rarely would you wear both at the same time. And it wasn’t that you didn’t want to per se, it’s more about what wearing them at the same time represented.
When Jeongin first gave them to you, he teased you about how good you’d look wearing nothing but that set of jewelry. One thing led to another, and the two of you soon came to an agreement.
If there was ever a time you wanted Jeongin to just take you and use you with no strings attached, you’d wear them both as a set. This wasn’t something the two of you had tried before, but the thought excited both of you immensely.
Of course, there were conditions. Jeongin would ask you if you were sure before initiating anything, just on the off chance you wanted to wear them just to be wearing them.
But he’d ask one time. After that, after you’d given him the go ahead, anything was fair game.
Lately Jeongin and you had both been so caught up in your own life activities - mainly work, etc. - that it was hard to find time to really let loose and be intimate in the ways you both wanted to be. But this weekend, you knew both of you had set aside time for friends and for yourselves, and you anticipated that there was a lot in store for you later once you got home.
But first?
Today, you wanted to be a little more adventurous. Jisung’s house seemed like the perfect place to try this out, so you brought the necklace with you and decided to wait until the ideal moment to put it on.
After everyone was seated, Jisung helped Minho pass out the food. It had been a while since everyone was able to get together like this, and you were genuinely happy to be surrounded by your friends again in this setting.
Felix started off the conversation by catching everyone up on his latest activities, producing laughter and smiles galore since he was such a pleasure to listen to.
Hyunjin was next, informing everyone about his latest gallery show that was coming up soon. He shied away from the cheering and clapping around the table, unable to hide his grin for long.
Seungmin, Changbin, and Chan all followed a similar pattern, with subtle teasing and jests flying around the table as it usually did. Jeongin’s hand rested on your knee during most of it, as the two of you mostly observed and listened quietly, simply enjoying yourselves.
When it came time to share what the two of you had been up to recently, you watched Jeongin in awe, always mesmerized by how handsome your boyfriend was at any given moment. His latest ventures at his job had ended with him getting a promotion, and you were so proud you felt you could burst.
The two of you hadn’t had a chance to properly celebrate on your own yet, but you hoped you could fix that soon.
Jisung started cheering loudly before everyone else joined in, and Jeongin’s small smile made your heart flutter.
His running of his hands through his hair, however, did something completely different. It was one of the simplest gestures, but you always found it so attractive-
Jeongin’s squeezing of your knee interrupted your thoughts. When you focused on him, his smile got bigger.
“You ok there, baby?”
“Mhm, doing great. Just so proud of you,” you gave him a quick peck, enjoying the way you could feel his smile against your lips. The moment was brief, however, before an interruption you both saw coming.
“C’mon guys, not at the dinner table! Some of us still have food we’d like to eat.”
Jisung teased the two of you with a fake pout, and Minho laughed.
“Give them a break, Ji. You act like they’re gonna fuck on the table in front of us or something.”
Minho’s crass comment nearly made you choke on your food, and you saw Felix spit out some of his drink.
“OKAY alright let’s just all get back to this wonderful meal, yeah?” Jisung loudly tried to change the topic, before not-so-subtly saying under his breath “No fucking in my kitchen, or I swear to God-”
“So anywhere besides the kitchen is fine, then?” Minho pressed with a raised eyebrow, signature smirk on his face. Everyone laughed at Minho’s bluntness while Jisung groaned and hid his face in his hands.
“I’ll let everyone use their common sense for that question.” You couldn’t see it, but even through Jisung’s grumbling you knew he was likely smiling.
“Noted,” was your only response before you continued eating your food. Jeongin lightly squeezed your knee once before just resting his hand there again.
The conversation started to die down and you figured now would be the most opportune moment.
Jeongin’s eyes widened as you produced the necklace from your pocket, delicately clasping it behind your neck while everyone else discussed what movie to watch like nothing was going on. You smiled sweetly at him once you finished, attention returning to your food. You could just barely hear him gulp, his stare burning into the side of your face.
“Oh hey, that’s new,” Changbin commented. He was looking at you, so you asked him to elaborate.
“Your necklace?” Changbin pointed to his own neck for emphasis. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it.”
“Oh, this?” You made a show of grabbing the necklace and tugging on it slightly, looking at your boyfriend out of the corner of your eye. Jeongin’s hand traveled higher up, past your knee. He squeezed again, this time with a little more force.
“Yeah, I think I’ve only ever seen the earrings…could be mistaken, though.”
“No, I think you’re right,” Felix chimed in. “It looks nice though! A matching set is always good when it comes to jewelry.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” you chanced looking directly at Jeongin again this time. The look he was giving you would’ve made you weak in the knees if you weren’t already sitting down.
This man looked like he wanted to devour you.
“Well, if everyone is done eating,” Chan hopped up from the table, picking up his dishes. “Why don’t we get set to watch a movie? I’ll help clear the table.”
“We can set up the TV and everything,” Hyunjin nodded toward Felix who happily agreed.
“We brought some extra blankets, so I’ll go grab them from the car!” You kicked your chair back and left without another word, almost positive that you’d be followed outside a moment later.
Your instincts were right, because as soon as you grabbed the blankets and turned around to close the car door, a hand landed by your face. It was starting to get dark outside, but the streetlight you’d parked next to illuminated the space just enough.
“Hi there,” you giggled, Jeongin’s face mere inches away from yours. You were hugging the blankets to your chest, providing a barrier to toy with him even more as he had you practically pinned against the car.
Jeongin hummed as he looked from your eyes to your lips then down to your necklace. “Hi.”
“Something wrong?”
Jeongin shook his head and turned the necklace pendant around between his fingers. “Nope.”
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
He let the pendant go and straightened it out so it was laying against your skin, fingers drifting there for a moment.
“Thinking about you.”
“What about me?”
He tugged on the chain then as he leaned in closer, lips just barely brushing yours.
“Thinking about how bad I want to fuck you.”
Your gasp was cut off by Jeongin’s heated kiss, his hand moving from your chain to cup the side of your face. The kiss lasted for a few more moments, and you let out a small whine when he started to pull away.
“God, baby,” Jeongin panted and rested his forehead against yours. “That stunt you pulled at the table – fuck, that got to me.”
“Stunt?” You continued to play dumb, and it got the desired effect. Jeongin tapped the outside your thigh once as a warning.
“You know exactly what you were doing. Did you want me to bend you over the table and just have my way with you while all our closest friends watch?”
While that wasn’t necessarily what you wanted, it would be a lie to say the idea didn’t excite you. You’d started getting wet the second Jeongin trapped you against the car, and the current situation was doing nothing to help that.
As always, Jeongin knew. He smirked.
“I know you’re already wet for me,” he was talking just above a whisper. “I bet if I played with that pretty pussy right now you’d soak my fingers, hm?”
You whimpered. “Jeongin-”
“Too bad for you we’ve got company waiting.” He kissed you softly one more time before he leaned away. You risked glancing down and you could see that what just transpired had gotten to him as much as it’d gotten to you.
Jeongin grabbed one of the blankets from the pile you were holding and held it so it could conveniently hide his excitement without being too obvious. It was good timing too, considering Jisung chose then to poke his head out the door.
“We’re just waiting on your guys now!” He disappeared back inside without sticking around for a response.
Jeongin followed closely behind you as you both went back inside, and when all the blankets were distributed, everyone settled in to watch the movie Seungmin had chosen. Jeongin pulled you into his side so you could rest your head against his shoulder. You both shared the same blanket, and all the thoughts of what you could get up to were buzzing through your head at a very fast speed.
Of course, the way you wanted Jeongin to fuck you, it couldn’t happen out here with all your friends. At least, it couldn’t if you wanted to stay friends – all their joking aside, you highly doubted they wanted to be an audience to you and your boyfriend going at it.
Luckily for you, most everyone had started to drift off to sleep as the movie went on. You probably would have yourself if you weren’t so wired from excitement.
You looked up at Jeongin, pleasantly surprised to find him already looking down at you. He smiled and gave you a quick kiss, except the force behind it was anything but gentle.
You really wanted this man to fuck you – so you had an idea.
“Hey, Ji,” you called out softly to one of the only people still awake. “Is your guest bathroom still out of order?”
Jisung turned his head to look back at you, holding one of his snacks he’d been working on. “Huh? Oh yeah, that. Unfortunately, yeah, it’s still busted. You need to go?”
You nodded, suddenly aware of the heat from Jeongin’s hand that was against your waist under the blanket.
“You can use the one in my bedroom, then. Just don’t forget to turn on the light at the beginning of the hallway – it gets dark as fuck in there this time of night.”
Before confirming if you had even heard him or not, Jisung turned back to watch the movie, all his attention completely captivated by it.
This might work out even better than you’d hoped.
You shimmied out of the blanket and left Jeongin on the couch, quickly making your way to Jisung’s bedroom. You were familiar enough with the way there, but you turned on the light just in case.
You closed the door to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, hands gripping the sink counter. Your heart was beating fast and the reality of what was about to happen started to set in, at least what you wanted to happen.
A soft knock interrupted your thoughts, and after a deep breath you opened the door just enough to peek outside.
Jeongin was standing on the other side, running his hand through his hair. He made no other movement to enter the room. You opened the door a little bit more.
Jeongin gulped. “Are you sure?”
You nodded, and he took one step closer.
“Words, baby. I need to hear you.”
You opened the door enough for him to come in. “I’m sure.”
That was all he needed.
Jeongin entered the room and shut the door before you could process it fully, locking it as he trapped you against it. His hands held onto your waist as his lips crashed against yours.
“We don’t have much time,” he breathed. “But honestly I don’t think I’ll need much time.”
You chuckled at that as you locked your arms around his neck. “Why, someone too excited?”
Jeongin shut up your teasing as his hand dipped into your panties, fingers quickly finding your clit. You started moaning as he placed kisses along your jaw and entered one finger as best he could from this angle.
“Not even gonna try to hide it,” Jeongin admitted. “But I know you want it just as much as I wanna give it to you, yeah?”
You nodded, eyes squeezed shut as he pushed another finger inside. His thumb was still rubbing against your clit, and your high was already approaching at an embarrassingly fast rate.
“Jeongin, please,” you begged. He smirked.
“Please what?”
You grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, the roughness of it making him groan.
“Please fuck me,” you begged again, this time with a whine to your voice. “Don’t wanna wait.”
“Fuck, you know begging always messes with me,” Jeongin carefully pulled out of you to help you get out of your clothes. Your bottom half was bare, but he kept your shirt on; you figured he had probably because he didn’t want to wait any longer either.
“How do you want me?” You asked as you unfastened his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. He helped you get his boxers down before he turned you around.
“Face the mirror for me.”
Oh.
You leaned against the sink counter, hands gripping it again but for a different reason this time. Jeongin lined himself up behind you and entered you in one go, pulling a silent scream from you.
“Fuck,” Jeongin stuttered out. “Always feel so good for me, always so fucking tight and ready for me.”
You started moaning and as you got louder, Jeongin clapped a hand around your mouth.
“Need you to- fuck. Need you to be quiet, baby.” Jeongin panted as he picked up his pace, now able to pull your back against his chest while he fucked into you.
His hand around your mouth gave him the support to keep you pushed against him, and your muffled cries against his hand only encouraged him to go faster.
“Can’t believe you wore that today,” Jeongin kept talking, a luxury he wasn’t allowing you to have anymore. He gently bit along your earlobe, careful to not snag your earring. “God, are you really such a slut that you wanted to get fucked in our friend’s place like this?”
You whimpered at the name, something Jeongin only reserved for times like these where he was really letting you have it.
“The way you’re clenching around me makes me think yes,” he moaned. “Knowing they’re right outside, knowing they could hear us like this.”
Jeongin let go of your mouth so he could grab you by your hair.
“But you’re only a slut for me,” he thrusted hard, “isn’t that right?”
You nodded as best you could, feeling tears start to pool in the corners of your eyes. You wanted to scream at how good it felt, but you knew that you’d never live it down if the two of you got caught.
You bit your lip to muffle your sounds since Jeongin wasn’t doing that for you anymore. His grip in your hair tightened, and you noticed that his own moans were coming out more and more frequently now.
“Wanna hear you say it, baby,” he stopped thrusting momentarily so you could catch your breath and answer him.
“Yes, I’m only- only a slut for you.”
Jeongin groaned and started again, hitting that spot inside of you so forcefully now that you had to let go of the counter with one hand just to place it over your mouth.
“You’re so good to me, always letting me do what I want with you, shit,” he was close now, you could tell. You clenched around him to hopefully help him along faster, since you knew that your time like this was running short before someone was bound to come looking for you.
Looking at him through the mirror, you saw him staring at your necklace, watching the way it was moving back and forth with each thrust. The way him seeing you in this jewelry drove him insane was something you’d never get over.
Jeongin caught your eye in the mirror then and kicked his head back. “Fuck, I can’t look at you like that, it’s too much. Almost made me blow right then-”
“Jeongin,” you dropped your hand from your mouth and whined to get his attention again. Despite what he’d just said, he listened to you and looked at you through the mirror once more. His eyebrows furrowed and his hand that was still on your waist gripped your harder.
“Yeah, baby? Fuck-”
You needed one more push to get you over the edge, and you knew just what he needed to go with you. You free hand now played with your clit, the overwhelming pleasure enough for you to finally let go.
“I love you,” was the last thing you said before you came, looking him straight in the eyes as you said it. You knew that always did something to Jeongin, and it was no exception now.
“Oh my god, I love you, too- I love you so fucking much. Ah, I’m gonna cum-”
You felt him twitch aggressively inside of you, signaling his own release. It took him a few seconds and a couple more thrusts before he was done, leaving him panting as he let go of your hair. He rested his forehead against your back and soothingly rubbed his hands along your sides.
“Well, fuck,” he chuckled, breaking the silence. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of your neck before he straightened up. He pulled out of you, careful to not let a single drop of cum drip out. He pulled your panties back up, the feeling making you scrunch up your face.
“Keep it in for me?” He smiled brightly at you through the mirror, causing you to roll your eyes and smile back.
Jeongin helped both of you get settled with all your clothing back in place before he hugged you to him. The two of you shared lazy kisses for a few moments before a loud knock startled you. The sound made you jump, and Jeongin wrapped his arms tighter around you.
“Hey, everything all good in there? It’s been a little while…the movie’s over now.”
Jisung’s voice filtered through the door, and you looked up at Jeongin’s with panicked eyes. He made a ‘shh’ gesture before responding.
“We’re all good, she lost an earring, so I was helping her find it.”
“Oh, Jeongin! Was wondering where you were, too – I guess that makes sense.”
Jeongin stepped away from you and opened the door then, just enough for Jisung to see him fiddling with your ear.
Minho was right behind Jisung, and the knowing look on his face made you want to crawl into a hole.
“Thank goodness you were around to help her find it, huh,” Minho added, huge grin on his face.
The four of you headed back to the living room so you could gather your belongings. The others were already asleep and probably staying the night. You and Jeongin, however, weren’t planning on staying, which everyone had figured was the case anyway.
As you were about to leave, Minho unashamedly pointed out “It’s a good thing you didn’t lose your earring in the kitchen.”
You froze and Jeongin had to stop himself from laughing. Jisung looked confused, so Minho simply patted him on the shoulder.
“It’s ‘common sense;’ don’t worry about it, Ji.”
Jisung shook his head and yawned. “I’m too tired for this shit.” He closed the door behind you as you left, Jeongin finally letting out the laughter he’d been holding in.
On the way home, you asked Jeongin if he was also tired.
He glanced at you for a moment before his eyes were on the road again. “Not really. Why?”
You smiled.
“I still haven’t given you your gift for getting a promotion.”
thank you so much for reading!! <3
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#jeongin#jeongin smut#jeongin fluff#jeongin x reader#yang jeongin#yang jeongin smut#yang jeongin fluff#yang jeongin x reader#stray kids#skz
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its not about kink you fucking moron
So you honestly believe someone is going to give his slave [someone made to work against their will and considered to be the slave-owner's personal property, which is a horrible thing and should ALWAYS be illegal as a violation of basic human rights] an engraved golden collar worth more than any other Roman citizen, even the richest ones, could hope to add to their own wealth in a year? And that they would never possibly give such a valuable piece of jewelry, essentially, to their Slave [willing participant in certain adult activities, which is the business of consenting adults in their own private places and sometimes parties or shows for that sort of thing and should not ever be illegal, as the government should not be in the business of dictating anyone's consent in those activities]?
Let me guess, kink hadn't been invented yet back then, which I'm sure somehow explains some of the rather kinky historical art from that time. Have you considered that there may be cultural differences between, say, plantation owners using slaves to pick cotton in the US/POC arrested and imprisoned under some absolutely clown-ass laws and worked for free under the US prison system vs. the system in ancient Rome in which entertainment in the arena were frequently done by slaves, in fact MOSTLY by slaves, who had signed up for that work? See, it simply meant someone who wasn't getting paid directly in coin, however, training and fame were payment options. Back under that system, if you wanted to gain fame and other perks in the arena, you could sign up as a slave to one of the richer citizens of Rome in exchange for training under other famous Gladiators. And it was even common enough for the highest earning Gladiators who had won enough fights to be presented with a wooden sword by their master, symbolizing freedom, and they could choose to retire or keep fighting as a free man, either as a trainer for their former master, for another slave-owner, or on their own if they could afford the villa, equipment, food, services and entry as an owner of Gladiators. Generally, you wouldn't call gym membership, training, and a chance to become a world-famous wrestler slavery today, but it's much the same thing now, minus the guaranteed food, shelter, medical care, and other perks they used to get as slaves.
The Greeks were popular slaves back then, too, as they were considered to be very highly educated and quite good at accounting, speech writing, and excellent at political science. As slaves, they were given rooms in the family home, food, fine clothing, and other perks, including the ability to discuss politics with their master, if perhaps their master happened to be in the Senate, similar to unpaid interns and activists in Washington, DC, only now they don't live with politicians or get gifts for their work (instead the politicians get gifts, usually referred to as bribes by people outside of politics). Imagine the looks you'd get if you claimed Obama started off as a slave on his path to becoming President, and yet he was an activist at one time, and as an activist, worked for others, sometime voluntarily (unpaid).
Sex work was also done by slaves, and if a rich guy who could afford it found a woman or man particularly interesting and they were willing, he could very well buy their contract out and add them to the household. Slavery meant different things in different cultures and has changed in meaning over time.
Maybe go study World History using credible sources and stop getting all your information from booktok.
#politics#history#one of the major things that caused the Roman Empire to fall#was too much reliance on slavery#by the end you were born a rich citizen of Rome#you born born a citizen of Rome and the city showered you with riches and titles and maybe a foreign land#you had earned patronage (possibly a former slave#may or may not be a citizen)#or you were a slave or freed man who had not won fame#and likely had nothing to your name except a very short life expectancy#what happens when most workers don't get paid? they don't buy anything and the market stagnates and dies#while the collar in the post you're fussing about was very valuable it wasn't coin#there's a high chance she was a Slave and possibly a slave#but depending on her circumstances she didn't HAVE to be a slave#for the difinitive answer I suppose you'd have to ask her personally#but unless she kept full documentation of every little part of her day on her own and we find it all#it's too late to ask her#so the sheer value of the gift is our evidence as to the form of relationship they had#consider she could have sold it. hired her own fighters#and booked it out of the Roman Empire for that kind of cash easy enough#not exactly like they had international policing or instant communications by phone#so perhaps she had another reason to stay#if he's willing to hand over that much gold why not stay for more esp. if she's enjoying the job#working a job they enjoy for wealth (even if not in the form of cash) - who would possibly choose to live like that?
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2022 AO3 word count: 39,469
I didn't set any word count goals for 2022, which was the right choice this year. Sometimes it feels good to stretch in that way but it was good to focus on other things this turn around the sun.
2022 goals in review:
do something with this Witcher A/B/O - ✅ – 5k and counting, baby
do something with this old stucky fic - ❌ – if it's been waiting since 2014 it can wait a little longer, I guess
ask for, and fill, 10 fic snippet requests - ✅ – 13 done and posted
write something totally weird and gross-hot - semi-✅ – I didn't do anything totally weird, whatever that means, but wrote some dub-con, some DP, some fuck or die, some jewelry kink
write more femslash - semi- ❌ – I have written some ronance but nothing in sharing-shape
look for opportunities to beta - ❌ – I didn't actively pursue this at all, for shame
be a brave little toaster and do at least one fannish event - ❌ – I expected an event to fall into my lap, despite knowing that's not at all how fandom works in 2022
just start picking things and reading them - semi-✅ – I am very slowly getting my reading and commenting muscles back in shape
Writing more, shorter things was a great success this year. I loved getting to touch so many interesting ideas and write for people. I had a lot (too much) time by myself this year for different reasons than 2020-2021 and was a different kind of lonely. Writing snippets and ficlets for people turned into a really wonderful way to connect with people and make something of the too much time on my hands.
Speaking of connect with people, I had the best time with so many people this year. We shared pictures and posts, watched things together, laughed, sighed, shared opinions and theories, gay gasped, and encouraged each other and it was everything to me. So much love and thanks to @zambonirider, @candybarrnerd, @yolki-palki, @samstree, @likecastle, @greyduckgreygoose, @storm-and-starlight, @ex0rin, @kushielsmercy, @major-trouble, anyone else I was lucky enough to interact with this year, and my incredible anons.
2023 goals:
Finish this witcher A/B/O before S3 hits – Love a mystery premiere date for me. There's no way this will go wrong AT ALL.
Finish one of two ronance ideas – if I can half-see both of them then I'm sure I can finish one of them
Beta for someone – if you want one, hit me up! I'm rusty but I've got the skills in storage
Write some horror
Make 5 bookmarks on AO3 – really low-ball but I need to change my AO3 ways to remember what I've read
#the accountability's coming from inside the house#year in review#i'm growing i'm changing#goals goals goals
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Introduction
Hi! My name is Bee and this is my multifandom account. Mostly DE/BG3 and also random funny post and maybe some aesthetic photos. I also make my own jewelry and paint and things.
My old/Star Trek blog is @loresdadbod
I’m mostly a traditional artist but I’ve been learning procreate, I’ve been doing it for a bit over two years.
I love pinks and pastels and cottagecore. I also like heavy metal and edm (mostly drum n bass). You can talk to me but I’m mostly active on Twitter (beeefour) and discord.
I usually follow back unless you don’t have an age in your blog.
DNI:
-right wing politics. I’m not fucking around with it
-I’d prefer not to chat with minors and there’s nsfw and kink here. But you can like and reblog stuff if you want, I’m just not a great influence.
-I’m fat and happy about it. If you’re upset about it that sounds like something you should work on.
-If you hate interracial couples or fetishize us
WARNINGS:
-I am not great at tagging but will typically tag for major tw’s like blood etc. if you need something tagged, just ask!
-There be feedism and preg and just love of bellies here. It’s tagged #disco tum (edit: non disco elysium tums also there for ease of tagging) .It’s probably best if you block me if that’s not ur thing. No hard feelings from me. ✌️
Ok see u
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10 thru 30 of tommy?
Jesus christ NUMBERS. this is way too long THANK YOU FOR THE ENRICHMENT THO. im sorry i care too much about a joke character oTL
10) Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such? Oh buddy. neuroses, he has em, and does acknowledge them. He's autistic for the obvious one, it has the most clear impact on his life and is the one that has a formal diagnosis. But he does also have (pretty well managed, mostly) anxiety. His thing with rules and safety protocol goes hand in hand with it, he has gotten to the point where he can talk himself into calming down about impending disasters by just recalling how to deal with anything that could go wrong. But the 'I'm scared' default response is real, especially in the fucking apocalypse. He's a guy for which routine is really important.
11) Intellectual pursuits? Well, he made a fucking immortal dog, i think that was a pretty big one. Biology and biochem/bioengineering seem to be things hes very into, but sadly im not smart enough in these spaces to pinpoint much down.
12) Favorite book genre? Unironically nonfiction. Very dense instructional documents and peer reviewing papers. As for fiction? Sci-fi, although thats usually more for movies.
13) Sexual Orientation? Ace & gay.
14) Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.) Nah i think he doesn't have any physical weirdness, its all in his head LOL None of his food issues are allergies either, its all just textural disgust.
15 & 16) I'll be honest, idk about long term goals for him, i feel like this is more of a story based prompt idk. Hm.
17) Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress? He's got a very. Hm. interesting sense of fashion. This is a guy who unironically likes wearing a propeller hat. I think he's got a few other stupid hats as well, a golf visor (sorry i think he would get a kick out of the Disco Elysium froggy visor), some baseball caps with nerd shit on em. Shirts are Hawaiian shirts in loud and fun prints, sometimes unbuttoned over a graphic tee if hes feelin real casual. Chinos or golf shorts for bottoms. For jewelry, hes got a nice watch with date dials n all in it and an ace ring thats also a spinner ring for the fidget. Equally loud and fun socks with slip on canvas shoes. Does NOT like to be barefoot, wears aquashoes to swim and slippers or socks around the house. I hope you are getting the vibe of 'Had to Do it to Em' guy if he could could reclaim faggot.
18) Favorite beverage? It literally is Sunkist, but NOT the orange, its the strawberry. He also likes fruity mixed drinks, particularly the blended icy ones, usually tequila based. (Besides this, he does say strawberry coolattas are his favorite)
19) What do they think about before falling asleep at night? Tomorrows activities/going over plans. For the good, its thinking about Sunkist and what's for dinner, etc. For the bad, its ruminating on disaster outcomes and going over safety plans in his head, like rotely going thru fire escape paths in whatever place he's going to next.
20) Answered here: https://www.tumblr.com/filamints/715793409603993600/gordon-1-10-14-tommy-20-48-benrey-36
21) Turn-ons? Turn-offs? Sigh. Preemptive sorrys. He likes mean people and is a brat tamer and pet owner by nature, just look at his choice in boyfriends (in this case Benrey and Gordon). The intersection of asexuality and kink may look like a weird space from the outside but thats his home. Does Not like to be touched as a general rule. He's here for the enjoyment of his partners. This is all I can elaborate on here. Sorry.
22) Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen? Lots of doodles if allowed. He's not a good artist by any stretch but drawing out simple patterns/building mandala-y shapes is just fun mindless activity
23) How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life? Its an organized chaos type. Everything has a home but in a way that makes no sense to outsiders. His decorating is colorful and cluttered in a knicknack way, but everything feels right where it belongs and is on display nicely.
24) Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all? Oh yeah, the whole bio-engineering thing. He also just likes to learn and read for the sake of it too.
25) How do they see themselves 5 years from today? Gettin crazy with it in his 40s baybieeeee.
26) Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout? Really I think he was perfectly content in his life pre-ResCas. So now I think it's like... find a new job in a lab.
27 & 28: Answered here: https://www.tumblr.com/filamints/715720444483862528/tommy-27-28-35?source=share
29) Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?) Outside disasters are handled with instinctual adrenaline fueled instinct mixed with memorized disaster protocol. 'Body moving on autopilot' behavior. Luckily he has very good instincts and a LOT of safety measures memorized.
30) Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies) Oh no, hes very much a quietly shuts down into nonverbal mode type. Stressors are dealt with by himself. Physical repetitive stims as distraction is about all for his mental disaster plans. When he doesnt have access to anything else in canon, that becomes clicking through empty cartridges and generally messing with his gun. Even if other people are having their own disasters, he is just not a verbally comforting person. When Gordon begs him to talk in canon when they first reunite post betrayal, Tommy doesnt really have anything to say. Its simply not how he works.
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Dear Yuletide Author - 2023
Thank you for your time and attention, and I hope your wishes are granted this holiday season!
Likes:
I prefer plot and angst and adventure to fluff, though a nice warm fluffy scene can make a good dessert at the end of the pain and suffering. I lean more to f/f and m/f than m/m. I enjoy forbidden relationships and the agony of trying to keep one's heart secret. I love exploring the 'what if' spinoffs of a small change in a canon. I swoon for lovers who take dramatic risks to protect their loved ones. I sometimes use my blorbos as chew toys.
I also enjoy detailed description of clothing/furniture/jewelry/pretty things in general. Not just heaping up brand names, but sensory detail. Tell me what I'm looking at!
Dislikes:
Please avoid sweeping tropey AUs like 'what if noir' or 'what if everyone was in high school'. No excited rambling about pregnancy or babies. (Older kids are okay.) While I am okay with pretty dark stuff, please don't gorily torture characters to death on screen. If people gotta die, limit the icky details! I am generally not keen on crossovers. I dislike PWP unless it is exceedingly hot smut (see below). Please don't do gender swaps or secret trans characters unless I specifically mention it as an option.
Smut:
I don't require it, but I do read a good bit of filthy porn.
Kinks I find interesting: mild bdsm, pain mixed with pleasure, dubcon, sibling or cousin incest, strap-ons (for f/f not for f/m), futanari and other magical appendages (also generally for f/f, unless we're in a setting where 'man turns out to have tentacles' actually makes sense), teasing, teenagers, drugs/magic with interesting effects, people making terrible decisions due to being emotionally overwrought or really really horny, trying to stay quiet and failing, desperate urgency, pushing people up against walls
PLEASE NO: rape or painful sex that one party is not enjoying at all, inserting anything edible (licking off boobs is okay), aggressive face-fucking, choking, degradation, scat/watersports, bukkake, parental incest, anyone younger than teen, anyone being called "baby girl", emphasis on 'virgin blood' (some writers make it a huge deal with tearing pain and fountains of blood, please don't).
NOTE FOR TREATS:
Absolutely fine with people getting inspired by my ideas and doing whatever! I don't know if we have to actively say this this year but yeah if you want to have a go, sure.
Poison Ivy (1992 film)
Sylvie Cooper, Ivy
I was struggling through the confusions of puberty, Ivy was hot, this film left an impression on me. In a way trying to build any sort of happy ending for Ivy feels out of place, but on the other hand there's a lot of loose ends left after the story.
Throughout the film, there's a lot the audience never knows about Ivy, including her legal name. Did Coop know it? (Maybe, probably.) Did her father? (Quite possibly not). How do they handle all the legal responsibilities of her death? Were Ivy's stories about the aunt she was staying with true? How do they break the news? How does her funeral go?
What do Sylvie and her father have to say to each other about Ivy after the truth comes out? Does he admit everything that he did? (The movie seems to let him off way too easily by implying things are all Ivy's fault, when he ABSOLUTELY knew how wrong his actions were) How does he handle the guilt? How do they rebuild their relationship? Or, speaking of guilt, Sylvie kind-of-sort-of was responsible for Ivy's death, even if it wasn't 100% intended and she was not quite in her right mind at the time. She did push Ivy. How does she handle THAT?
What is school like, afterwards? What rumors escape? How does Coop handle them? Does this attract new weird friends? Does she adopt any of Ivy's traits as her own?
Or - what if Ivy survives the fall? Seriously injured, possibly paralysed, but alive? How do they deal with her, once the truth comes out? Do they cover up her crimes? Do they keep her in their home? What happens to their relationships?
Did Ivy ever care about Sylvie? Did she legitimately want to be friends before she started trying to seize hold of the world and the wealth that Coop lived in?
Sylvie ends up kind of pushed out of a lot of the middle of the movie so the film can spend more time perving over Ivy. More about her character and her thoughts in general would be great. We know she can be a troublemaker and a fantasist - who else has she been telling lies to? Or is the whole movie itself a lie she's telling us? And if so, what is the story behind the story?
For AUs, what would have happened if Ivy had met Coop when they were several years younger, so she couldn't get her hooks into Darryl as easily? What if they met at summer camp and Ivy was just as messed-up and needy but the situations were different? What if the movie plot is actually a fantasy younger-Ivy spins about her future to her fascinated-and-appalled friend, who then has a chance to react to it? Or what if Ivy tried to replace Sylvie rather than her mother? Or what if it's Darryl that she wants to kill, as revenge against the men who've mistreated her in her life? Or if it's Sylvie she really wants to be with, and we get some twisted bad-girls scenario where BOTH parents are conveniently disposed of so the girls can live together forever, lying to each other and the world and refusing to acknowledge the truth of what they've done?
IF YOU WANT TO WRITE SMUT: I'm on board with Sylvie/Ivy sex, I don't want to have to see Ivy/Darryl in too much detail. Brief reference if necessary is okay but not a focus.
DNW: Sylvie to die, Ivy to end up with Darryl
Roseanne
Darlene Conner, David Healy, Molly Tilden
I got some lovely happy romance stories for my classic couple last year - this year I want to explore the possibilities of the love triangle.
Molly had the hots for David. David thought she was cute but was devoted to Darlene. Molly badly wanted Darlene's attention and friendship, which eventually turned into rivalry when Darlene constantly rejected her. Darlene felt threatened (but did check out Molly's chest, if just for comparison). That much is canon; it doesn't take a whole lot extra to give Molly a crush on Darlene as well and make the whole mess more complicated. Is Darlene's rejection of Molly's need for attention really so different from the way she treats David sometimes?
I generally prefer drama and angst and sticking to a fairly serious character exploration but with these three I'm also up for some Wacky and/or Sexy Shenanigans. Obviously it doesn't have to end with a happy poly trio, but I'd be tickled if it did (especially if it takes some serious work to get there. suffer first, then happiness!). Or you can whump people around a bit if it makes the angsty longing more intense. Bittersweet is fine.
Some idea seeds:
Playing With Matches, Molly kisses Darlene rather than David, Darlene panics because she doesn't want to be either a lesbian or a homophobe, David panics because he thinks this means Darlene will never really want him, Jackie overhears the wrong things and panics more, chaos ensues.
Molly runs away from home and strikes a deal to hide out in Darlene's college apartment because no one would think to look for her there. David finds out.
Molly hooks up with David after Darlene dumps him for Jimmy, everyone's bitter and angsting about what they don't have.
David and Darlene are happily married stable adults living in Chicago and publishing a comic together. They are reunited with Molly at a comics convention and she confesses that when they were teenagers she was into both of them.
All three live together and raise kids, the perils of poly parenting. Especially if the rest of the extended Conner clan keeps sticking their noses in to complain about this weird situation.
Gen ideas: the three of them at a thrift store comparing their various fashion tastes as they pick through old clothes, working on a school project and battling over its direction and political messaging, or maybe the three of them doing roleplaying together (either tabletop or LARP, the 90s is peak White Wolf era after all, imagine them in a vampire game)
IF YOU WANT TO WRITE SMUT: Any combination of the three, teens or adults, is fine! No extra characters in bed though please. I have a weakness for outwardly soft and submissive boys who are much more dominant in bed, particularly if he's teased to the breaking point before pouncing and going absolutely wild (to everyone's enjoyment).
DNW: Anything from the revival/TheConners continuity. Please try not to have characters commenting on David being "emasculated" or Darlene only liking him because he's "practically a girl", the gender policing really bothers me. Don't make Jimmy actually appear because I don't want to have to think too much about that actor. Please don't make David gay even if Darlene leaves him for Molly. Don't make anyone 100% Evil.
Kushiel's Legacy
Phedre's Younger Sibling
Ever since someone mentioned it I've been intrigued by the idea of what happened to Phedre's little sister or brother, the one her mother was pregnant with when Phedre was sold to the Night Court. We know her parents probably died during the Bitterest Winter, of fever or of war, because they never tried to meet with Phedre once she was famous. But her sibling might never have even known Phedre's name or that she even existed, so they might have lived past that point without ever having a reason to contact her. What sort of life did that second child, four years younger than Phedre, have?
Phedre's coloring and defiant nature might read quite differently on a beautiful young man, a clever one with a knack for getting into trouble. Did he grow up bouncing along on slightly more successful caravans, learning scraps of Skaldi and Caerdicci as they traveled? Did he develop the business sense his father lacked? Did he beg caravan guards to teach him swordplay? Did a young love of travel combined with his parents tendency to bad fortune lead to him signing on as a sailor while he was still basically a child?
A boy might also be less likely to hear even a whisper of rumor of the lost older daughter. A boy might have been embraced as Firstborn and Heir by his father and never doubt.
A second daughter, however, one with a passing resemblance to Phedre but without Kushiel's dart and its mixed blessings, her existence might be more complicated. Looking at her might be a constant reminder of the shame of what happened with their first daughter. She might qualify for the canon of one of the Houses, but her parents might have felt themselves unable to return to the city of Elua to trade her, for fear of incurring the wrath of Cereus House. Might they have sold her somewhere else, even on the open market as a slave, as Phedre feared her fate might have been if her parents had been desperate enough? Or perhaps she was less pretty, less useful, and found herself abandoned at a temple of Naamah or Elua by her family? (We meet a Liliane at the temple where Imriel grew up and Phedre notes that was her mother's name. She seems a little bit young to be Phedre's sister but it's not impossible, and there's certainly a story in what happened to her if she is.)
But if a sister grew up looking a great deal like Phedre but without that divine spark, might she have been seized by someone precisely because of that resemblance? Someone who longed for the heroine but could not afford or entice the Comtesse de Montreve, so instead acquired their own little discount version? Or someone with a grudge against Phedre that they dared not act on, so kept a girl to punish in her place, never knowing it was actually her sister?
Or perhaps Phedre's wayward parents settled down a bit and matured and lived a respectable middle-class life outside the City of Elua, and this younger sister or brother lived a very ordinary d'Angeline life, until the Bitterest Winter. If they were sixteen and suddenly orphaned by fever, what did they do then? Take up arms to fight the Skaldi invasion? Go in search of more distant relatives? Philippe Cantrel had at least a father and two older brothers - we can assume Grandfather died and the inheriting elder brothers didn't remember Phedre's name or weren't paying enough attention to know she existed. But the child might have returned to the city seeking these uncles out of desperation. Or they might have been killed or enslaved by the Skaldi. Or all sorts of things.
I guess what I'm looking for here is a viewpoint on events within Terre d'Ange from a character who isn't important, isn't divinely touched, doesn't know exactly what all the great houses are up to, and never has any idea how closely connected they are to great events. Some dramatic irony and angst welcome. Possibly they live a short, unremarkable life and die alone. Possibly they make something of themselves, but without ever becoming rich and famous and royally connected. Whoever they are, Phedre never knows.
IMPORTANT NOTE: I have not yet read Cassiel's Servant! I may or may not have gotten to it by Christmas, and I was not taking anything in that book into account when making this request, this is a repeat from years before. I have no idea if any further light is shone on the subject, and I will likely not recognise any character from that book. If you haven't read it either, great! If you have, don't lean on it.
IF YOU WANT TO WRITE SMUT: go for it, just see my general smut-DNWs at the top.
DNW: Accidental incest between Phedre and her sibling. The sibling turning out to be a secret behind-the-scenes savior who was responsible for some major event in the plot. Either sibling ever figuring out that they're related.
Picnic at Hanging Rock
Hester Appleyard, Sara Waybourne
Note: I have not read the book or seen the 1975 movie, I've only seen the miniseries. You can draw ideas from other versions if you want but you'll have to explain what you're talking about or I may not get the reference.
First off, TV Sara is the cutest thing and I want to protect her (and, well, THAT obviously didn't work out). Second, I feel like the relationship between Hester and Sara is interestingly ambiguous (what isn't, in this show?). Hester seems both antagonistic and friendly to Sara in different ways, and it seems clearly suggested that she's reminded of her own orphan past. She sometimes wants to bond with her and othertimes wants to furiously reject her. She fears that Sara knows far too much, and she's tempted to tell her more.
The circumstances of Sara's death are very unclear, though we see that Hester knows something and is covering it up. What happened between them on that final night? Did Hester push Sara out in a rage? Did they struggle, up in the tower on a windy night, and a careless shove let Sara fall? Did Hester try to save her? Did Sara leap from the tower in despair? Did Sara try to climb out to escape and fall? How did Hester find out that Sara was dead, and why did she choose to deal with it in the way she did (pretending Sara had left but not disposing of the body)? What was she thinking? Or did she truly convince herself Sara had just 'disappeared' like the other girls?
So things that I'd be particularly interested in, storywise:
A depiction of the details and the drama of that final, fatal night
Any scene in which they really open up to each other and share secrets we didn't see in the series (which might or might not end with Hester threatening Sara to shut her up)
AU in which Hester adopts Sara herself and trains her to follow in her footsteps? Possibly where she uses Sara as a bridge to marry Mr Cosgrove? (Dark and mysterious things should still happen, just DIFFERENT ones)
AU in which it's Hester who falls to her death after their last confrontation in the tower. Sara lives! But she might be suspected of murder, especially if for some reason Hester named her in the will and left her the school. What happens to the school and Sara now?
Angst and drama are likely. Killing either or both characters is fine. Depictions of self-harm and child abuse consistent with the series are fine, but tag it. No sexual abuse depictions please.
Smutwise: Not with each other! In keeping with the style of the show, some light sexual scenes might work well for filling in character info (what IS hester's sexuality anyway? If Sara Lives, how does she eventually move on from Miranda?) but this is not a kink request.
DNW: Hester/Sara slash. A super-happy fix-it fic. This is a dark canon, so I'm okay with the threat of someone being pruriently interested in Sara or young Hester, but I absolutely don't want anyone to do anything sexual to Sara while she's underage. It's okay to imply that young Hester might have been molested or prostituted but I don't want to see it happen in detail.
21 Jump Street - Series
Harry Ioki
I always felt like Harry was shortchanged on the show in terms of how much screentime and attention he got. Maybe just because I thought he was gorgeous and wanted so much more. Because they showed less of him, I have fewer strong hooks to build off of for requests. I don’t really know what I want, other than an Ioki adventure during the first four seasons of the show. Some mystery, some drama, a chance for him to look cool, an excuse to dress him up nice? (Can you find an excuse to make him solve a mystery while wearing a snazzy dinner jacket, or some sort of lovingly-detailed punk getup?)
Romance-wise, I don’t want him in a full relationship with any of the main cast but I wouldn’t mind him flirting with ANY of them. I’m cool with writing an OFC for him to romance during the story, but I would prefer a reset button on that for the ending. Maybe she dies, maybe she’s the bad guy and he has to arrest her, maybe she doesn’t like it when she finds out who he really is, maybe it was just a fling, whatever. A nice poignant note to wrap up on. Given the time period and his personality, I feel like if Harry were bi, he'd be keeping it quiet, and I don't want a story that's all about the struggles of being closeted in the 80s, so if you really want to give him a boyfriend, that shouldn't be the main focus. Romance isn’t necessary either, but it’s nice to have someone to admire the boy. Even if it’s just Tom and Doug complaining that he looks better in that outfit than they would. (Background Tom/Doug bromance is fine too.)
Angst and bittersweet endings are very acceptable and common for the canon. I'd prefer at least a tiny spark of hope (for him personally even if not for the characters of the week) rather than total despair.
Please do not reference anything having to do with the movies, not even as a joke.
I'd actually prefer to skip the smut on this one and keep it in tone with what you'd see on television.
DNW: Harry sleeping with anyone in the main cast. Any main character dying. Gross-out jokes or otherwise not taking the premise of the show seriously. AIDS storylines. Any reference to the movies.
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Shine For Me
Shine For Me
Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only
Kink: Katoptronophilia - a fetish for mirrors. Individuals who experience katoptroniophilia may participate more in activities such as masturbating, engaging in intercourse, stripping, or carrying out other sexual actions all in front of mirrors.
Warnings: unprotected sex, collar (kinda, the lingerie is strange), daddy kink, dom/sub undertones, cream pie, teasing, honestly tony and his dirty mouth, a lot of focus on you in the mirror
Relationships: Invisible Man!Tony Stark x fem!Reader
Word Count: 2192
A/N: Invisible Man - So, this isn't based on the book, but more closely related to the movies, but also not. Tony turns himself invisible and some hot hot hot mirror sex happens.
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“You better have a good excuse for fucking missing date night.” You hollered as the elevator dinged, announcing the arrival of one very late Tony Stark into your shared apartment.
Tony had been the one to suggest date night, had been the one to clear out time in his schedule, had been the one to suggest dinner and movie tonight. And he didn't show up. You waited, drinking the nice bottle of wine you picked out for the meal and staring at expensive china on the table. You stewed in your chair, resolute in not calling Tony. It was his job to remember date night.
"Tony?" You stood up, glass in hand, and walked over to him.
Or where he should have been. The entryway was empty, no telltale signs of Tony putting down a screwdriver he'd carried upstairs by mistake or a half-full coffee mug. You wandered around your house now, in search of whoever had just seemingly broken into your home. The shower in the en suite was turned on, steam wafting out from under the door. You purse your lips, first, he skips date night and now he is showering without you.
Well, two can play this fucking game.
Maybe it's the bottle of wine taking a turn at the wheel, but you slipped out of your clothes and walked into your closet. You knew exactly what you needed to put on to get back at Tony. The dainty gold chains shimmer against your naked body, the only thing keeping the intricate piece of lingerie together was the clasp at the back of your neck. With every step you took back to the bed you felt them. The chains caressed your collar, your nipples, your thighs, your ass, every part of you became hyper-aware of the warming metal teasing you.
You stood in front of the mirror, admiring yourself while you waited for Tony to get out of the shower. It was easy to get lost in the memory of the first time you wore this, the way it had glowed in the candlelight. It had all been for Tony, to see him lose himself a little in the opulence of the lingerie. He was so used to the lace and leather and softness, the jewelry surprised him, delighted him, made him lose his mind a little bit.
The door to the bathroom opened, steam pouring out of the room to coat the room in a humid warmth, and revealed nothing. You stared at the reflection, eyes narrowing while you waited for Tony to appear, but he never did. The steam swirled subtly as if caught in a breeze, but no blue glow came from it.
“God, you’re so beautiful.”
Tony sounded like he was right there like he was about to wrap his arms around you and rip the jewelry off of you. It was almost automatic, rolling your eyes at the ceiling to show him your displeasure.
“It would be more beautiful if you were here,” you pouted. Whatever this prank was, it was not funny. Tony just needed to admit he forgot about date night. It happened and you would be okay with that, but this was pushing it.
A hot breath fanned over your neck, making the hairs rise and your breath caught in your throat.
“Tony…”
He hummed, the feeling of stubble right against your cheek now. Your heart started to pound, thundering in your chest as the chains around your hips shifted. The feeling of hands settled there, digging into your skin. When you looked down at your reflection, a gasp caught in your throat at the sight of the tiny indents. Your eyes flicked back up to look over your shoulder where you felt the chin resting.
“Tony,” you started again, a million questions rushing to your tongue, demanding answers.
“Let me show you how sorry I am,” he swayed slightly, pressing his hot, damp chest against your back.
Again, the feeling of Tony- the arc reactor, his skin, his hard cock - caused you to gasp. You watched the chains move, the gold glittering in the dim light. The feeling of his calloused hands sliding across your body, seeing how moldable your flesh was in his expert hands made your head swim more than the wine. Your mind was at war with what it wanted to do, push back into him, to drown in this oddly erotic display, or to turn around and demand answers as to what exactly happened to him.
“Don’t think, baby,” he whispered, “Just let me love on you.”
He pulled you back until you were falling onto the bed, stumbling and nearly missing the bed. Tony’s warm laughter filled your heart, joyous and free and playful. Worry washed away and playfulness took its place. You couldn’t stop laughing when he pulled you fully onto his lap, your body hovering over a dip in the bed. Maybe he was trying to be serious, but now all you could think about was how ridiculous you looked.
“Are we recording this?” You asked between fits of giggles.
“You naughty little-”
He bit your neck, his teeth forming a shallow indent in your skin and making you moan. Tony moved you how he wanted, always surprising you with just how strong he was. That underneath those designer suits, there was a hard-working mechanic. He had both of your legs hooked over his, spreading you open, exposing your soaked pussy. Your reflection looked desperate already, a sight that made you burn, humiliated, and aroused. Looking at yourself shouldn’t be this hot, but you couldn’t stop staring at the slick glistening between your legs.
“Look at you,” Tony kissed along your neck, starting with the bite mark and traveling up to your ear. “Even without all this pretty gold, you shine for me, baby. You can’t hide it even if you want to.”
You squirmed against him as the thrumming in your cunt became too much, the feeling of Tony’s cock twitching against your ass only making you needier, aching to be filled. That ache settled in your belly as you continued to stare at yourself in the mirror. You hoped he would end this torture. He wouldn’t though, the teasing was his favorite part. He could control himself when his focus was on teasing you, but once his cock was inside you, he’d be just as desperate as you were now. You felt for him over your shoulder, finding the back of his head and weaving your fingers through his hair. It looked like nothing in the mirror, but you felt his shiver, the way his lips parts against your ear as he groaned when you pulled at the roots.
“Tony, Daddy, need you to fuck me, please. You said you’d make it up to me.”
“Aw, fuck,” he pressed another kiss into your skin, “You’re not playing fair, baby.”
“You’re one to talk.”
Tony lifted you by the chains, ignoring your hiss of pain and letting his cock slide through your wet folds as he adjusted your position. He let go and moved to his hands to wrap one around your chest, palm resting at the base of your neck, fingers toying with the chain. You felt every shift of the chains, your nipples beginning to ache from the sensation. His other hand grabbed your chin, made you look down at your pussy.
“Don’t look away, watch how good you take my cock baby, watch your pretty pussy swallow Daddy whole.”
Your flesh moved as he did, the tip of his cock bumping your clit before he rocked his hips back far enough to thrust his hips home, your pussy doing exactly what he said it would. Stretched wide open, you could see how your body ached and gushed around Tony. Your pussy fluttered at the sight you saw in the mirror, a whine escaping your lips as you tried to catch your breath.
“Fuck.” You both said, Tony hissing while you gasped at the fullness.
“Damn, baby, look at you,” he shook your chin, “look at your pussy. Fucking coating my dick in your juices.” He pulled out just enough for you to see the outline of his cock, creamy and slick, before plunging back into you.
A deprived and desperate noise fell from your lips, your eyes transfixed at the spot where you were being split open. Without thinking you rolled your hips, impatient now that you could see even a glimpse of Tony inside you. The hand near your throat tugged at the chain, a warning to stop, but you didn’t, couldn’t, not when you looked at your reflection. Your body coated in a sheen of sweat, your mouth hanging open so every pathetic sound you made dripped out. He so easily rendered you stupid, lust drunk and captivated by the sight of your own body.
"Baby, shit," he groaned, releasing your chin to wrap his arm around your waist to hold you still. "Who's in charge here?"
You whimpered, trying to fight the growing need for movement, for friction, for anything to ease the ache in your pussy. "You are, Daddy."
"Then fucking act like it."
"Need you to fuck me, Tony, need it so bad Daddy, please."
"There's my good baby," he cooed, fingers dancing over the gold chains around your hips. "Watch me take you apart, don't look away. Need you to see how beautiful you look on my cock, baby."
You could hear the slap of skin against wet skin, could feel the power of his thighs working with every thrust, but you couldn't see Tony. You couldn't see his flushed cheeks or his brown eyes would go impossibly darker the louder your moans got. There was no getting lost in the blue glow of the reactor in his chest when everything got too close.
All you could do was watch your reflection slip from reality. The person in the mirror a beautiful mess of pleasure that had lost control of their body. Tony's moans and panted breaths washed over you, coated you in molten gold lacquer until you had no choice but to shine for him. It was impossible to look away, even as you blinked away tears of ecstasy, you were lost in your reflection. How he molded and caressed, and possessed your body when you couldn't even see his own.
His hand moved from your waist to your sopping wet cunt, sliding his fingers through your slick and spreading your folds further open for you to see just how he wrecked you. Tony kissed, burned, and soothed your heated skin, distracting you from the fact he wasn't touching you where you needed it most, that final step to jump over the edge of sanity and deep dive into a reality that only knows pleasure.
"Beg me, baby, tell Daddy how fucking turned are you on seeing yourself fucked open and he'll make you cum."
You looked at yourself after tearing your eyes away from your puffy, throbbing pussy. Was this what Tony saw every time? Glassy eyes brimming with tears and shaking thighs that were struggling to stay open? You were a mess of emotions and feelings and while humiliation flared bright again in your belly you couldn't help the tingling arousal that came with it. The way your heart jumped into your throat when you inhaled too fast, forcing you to clench around seeming nothing and feeling more of Tony's cock shaping you.
"Daddy," you whimpered.
"Look at you, baby, goddamn beautiful." he praised, punctuating it with a hard thrust. "You love it don't you? Seeing how fucked out you are just from looking at your pussy being ruined. Don't even really need me here do you?"
You shook your head, you needed Tony. Without Tony, you wouldn't be like this. Only he could make you feel like you were about to split into a million pieces so easily. Only he could make you feel this kind of beautiful and desired. His lips pressed into your neck and shoulder, his hand around your neck tugged at the delicate chain.
"Tony," you gasped, hand scrambling for the invisible one keeping you spread open, trying to get him to touch you. "I need it, need you, fuck please, wanna cum."
As he touched you, your eyes dropped to your pussy again, watching your clit be played with as he fucked into you like it was the last time. Neither of you lasted long, your cunt seizing and gushing over Tony. His cock and balls and thighs were the most visible they've been all night, covered in dribbles of your release. He kept working your clit until he came, ropes of thick cum he was desperate to fuck into and watch leak out at the same time. He groaned, vibrating his whole chest, while he pulled out bringing the mix of your releases with him.
"Holy shit," he moaned.
"You still owe me dinner," you smirked into your reflection, watching your fingers spread and weave through the air to wrap around his own.
"Like I could forget."
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