i have to point out the nipple

He Just Needs Attention

13k words
everyone fucks jk one at a time, it’s like a game where he has to guess who’s who. game is run by Jimin, the Boyfriend
kinks: BDSM, babyboy jk, top jimin, spanking, rimming, plugging, barebacking, blind fold, overstimulation, orgasm denial, small amount of nipple play, jk likes being embarrassed, there’s probably more but eh

shout out to @riseshinefall for being the best editor on the planet and @darhck for making sure the smut scenes were on point. Y’all made this fic, okay, for real

When Jungkook turns the key, pushes open the door and steps inside their home, he doesn’t think anything of it when he sees all of the other members hanging out casually in the living room. While it is a little late for everyone to still be up, it’s not -that- late. What does surprise him is the fact that all six pairs of eyes are trained on him upon entry. They stop chatting with each other, and Seokjin even grabs the remote to turn off the television. Color rushes to fill his cheeks at the intense amount of attention he’s suddenly receiving, and his gaze immediately turns to Jimin’s. He seeks some form of solace there, but there’s none to be found. In fact, if anything, it’s just the opposite. Jimin looks thoroughly unimpressed with him. Apprehension boils in his gut. This wasn’t about him relentlessly teasing Hoseok throughout the week, was it? Or maybe it was because of the salt he added to Yoongi’s coffee yesterday? The more he thinks about his actions over the past few weeks, the less inclined he is to linger in the room with them.

He swallows thickly and resettles his bag strap over his shoulder, ducking his head to avoid making further eye contact with anyone. He’ll just go ahead and go straight to his bedroom, then. If everyone is going to be weird, practically hostile around him, he-

A soft but firm hand curls around wrist, bringing him to an instant halt. “Baby, we gotta talk, don’t ya think? We’ve all been waiting so patiently for you to get home.”

He shivers at the voice that reaches his ears, tongue gliding out over his lips as he carefully keeps his line of sight pinpointed on his bedroom door. “Talk about what?” he mumbles in reply, resisting the urge to yank his wrist away.

“Oh, I think you know.” Jimin’s tone is downright dangerous, now. He can perfectly imagine the tip of his boyfriend’s tongue swiping over his front teeth, preparing for the kill. When Jungkook doesn’t respond, he continues, “The hyungs told me how you’ve been acting, baby.” His voice drops an entire octave. “You haven’t been behaving like my good baby boy.”

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fat bodies tutorial!

ALRIGHT SO my pal @kalreyno wanted help with drawing fat characters and as a fat artist i felt like i could give a bit of helpful insight on that. there’s also been a lot of complaining about “boo hoo fat characters are hard to draw so i can’t include them in my work Ever” goin on lately so if that’s your case then this is for you too!! and also just for anyone who would like help with fat bodies in general, ofc. anyway, let’s get this show on the road!!

let’s start with some common misconceptions. these are the two main attempts at chubby bodies i run into, so i’ll focus on them. 

the Anime Chubby i see everywhere, and it’s just……so wrong in many ways. first of all, there is almost no additional body fat compared to your average thin character - except for where it’s added in “attractive” places (breasts, hips, thighs). the breasts are way too perky, and don’t have the realistic shape fat would give them (though how to draw accurate breasts is another tutorial all on its own lmao). there is still a thigh gap, which usually only happens in very thin people, and bones are still visible on the surface of the skin, which also rarely happens in fat people.

the Michelin Man is better in some ways, but still not that great. it’s a slightly better attempt, but basically all that’s done there is taking a thin character and blowing them up, while giving no thought to fat distribution. the thigh gap is usually still present, and they look a lot more hard than soft - and fat is very soft and pliable.

here’s a chart on how fat usually distributes (if you can’t read my messy writing, “1. next to no fat, 2. moderate amount, 3. most of the fat distribution”). basically, the more muscle an area has, the more prone it is to develop fat, such as the abdomen, thighs, and upper arms. it’s important to note that fat sits on top of muscle, and that it does distribute in different levels, and not evenly across the body as shown in the Michelin Man. 

now, here’s an accurate fat body with all of that kept in mind!! notice how the fat isn’t only kept to aesthetically pleasing areas, and how it sits realistically on the character’s body. their breasts sag a lot more, which happens even in thin people with larger breasts, and the nipples are pointing more downwards than straight out. there is no thigh gap in sight, there are no bones in sight, and most importantly, they have fat rolls, which are very important in drawing a convincing fat character!! as far as i know i’ve never met a single person with no rolls at all, and everyone has them, whether thin or fat - they’re just more prominent and more consistently present in fat people. pay close attention to where they are and how they’re shaped.

here are a couple of drawings showing how fat is affected when sitting vs stretching. as seen in the first, the fat specifically on the stomach is distributed a lot more evenly and stretched out, so it becomes “flatter”. the love handles are still pretty visible, though, as well as the fat on the thighs and arms. the breasts are raised with the shoulders, and the fat on the shoulders and near the neck forms rolls as it’s being pushed together. 

in the second, there is a lot less room for distribution, so the fat is all pushed together. the breasts sag and the stomach forms rolls and spills into the lap. a good analogy for the way fat works is to liken it to a water balloon, and thinking of how its shape would change when resting flat on a surface, hanging off of a ledge, held upright, etc.

here are a few extra tips i find a lot of people miss!

first on the top is the hip/pubic region. the first circle is showing the way the bellybutton is folded in fat people, as opposed to stretched out in thinner people. the second is the stomach fat spilling over onto the pubic region and creating a separation in the two areas, which is something that’s missing in a lot of art. in addition, the pubic mound also gains fat, making it round as seen in the profile drawing i did up there (i’ve heard people refer to it as fupa?). the last in the hip region is the lack of a thigh gap. i can’t stress this enough!!!! if you’re trying to draw a convincing fat character, make sure their thighs are pretty much always touching!! for reference, mine literally don’t separate until my feet are about 2ft from each other.

the bottom right is showing the double chin, which a lot of people are afraid to draw!! fat does distribute itself here too, and there’s nothing wrong with it, so don’t feel like you shouldn’t give fat characters a double chin in your work for fear of it looking like a caricature.

in the bottom middle, it’s showing how fat affects different types of breasts with the presence of more or less breast tissue. 

lastly, at the very right are stretch marks with their usual locations and directions, which i also can’t stress enough!!!!! i sometimes forget to add them honestly, but they’re so important in accurately portraying fat characters, as they literally come from the skin being stretched from fat being gained (and they’re also just rlly neat lookin like why wouldn’t you lmao). some people have less and some people have more, feel free to experiment with them!

the last thing is body types!! there isn’t one single way for a person to be fat, so feel free to experiment with shapes once you’ve learned the basics!! 

so there you have it, a tutorial on how to draw chubs!! now go forth and make some accurate fanart or some rad fat characters, because the world could always use more of both. hmu if you have any questions or concerns, and thanks for reading!!

EDIT: someone pointed out the bad wording in the tutorial. thank you for bringing it to my attention and sorry for offending anybody. i’ve updated the tut, so please reblog this one!

The Kiss

Title:  The Kiss

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Summary: Dean kisses the reader, hoping to save her life. What happens when he takes her home?

Characters: Dean Winchester x plus sized, female reader

Word Count:  2287

Warnings:  self-doubt, mentions of previous bad treatment, low self confidence, nsfw, smut, explicit language, explicit sexual content, fingering, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes: I borrowed the premise of the “return to love” spell from episode 11.13 Love Hurts, as well using this gifset for inspiration. I am participating in my own challenge, the Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge. I took the quote, “Oh God, this is one of those key moments in life, when it’s possible you can be really, genuinely cool - and I’m failing 100%” from Notting Hill. Thank you @mamapeterson and @climbthatmooselikeatree for looking over this for me.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Originally posted by inacatastrophicmind

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TURTLE SOUP

“You’re a very odd man, Jamie Fraser.”

He laughed at that, and swallowed the rest of his orange.

“Oh, I am, aye? And what d’ye mean by that?”

“Frank loved me,” I said slowly. “But there were…pieces of me, that he didn’t know what to do with. Things about me that he didn’t understand, or maybe that frightened him.” I glanced at Jamie. “Not you.”

His head was bent over a second orange, hands moving swiftly as he scored it with his dirk, but I could see the faint smile in the corner of his mouth.

“No, Sassenach, ye dinna frighten me. Or rather ye do, but only when I think ye may kill yourself from carelessness.”

I snorted briefly.

“You scare me, for the same reason, but I don’t suppose there’s anything I can do about it.”

His chuckle was deep and easy.

“And ye think I canna do anything about it, either, so I shouldna be worrit?”

“I didn’t say you shouldn’t worry—do you think I don’t worry? But no, you probably can’t do anything about me.”

I saw him opening his mouth to disagree. Then he changed his mind, and laughed again. He reached out and popped an orange segment into my mouth.

“Well, maybe no, Sassenach, and maybe so. But I’ve lived a long enough time now to think it maybe doesna matter so much—so long as I can love you.”

Speechless with orange juice, I stared at him in surprise.

“And I do,” he said softly. He leaned into the berth and kissed me, his mouth warm and sweet. Then he drew back, and gently touched my cheek.

“Rest now,” he said firmly. “I’ll bring ye some broth, in a bit.”

I slept for several hours, and woke up still feverish, but hungry. Jamie brought me some of Murphy’s broth—a rich green concoction, swimming in butter and reeking with sherry—and insisted, despite my protests, on feeding it to me with a spoon.

“I have a perfectly good hand,” I said crossly.

“Aye, and I’ve seen ye use it, too,” he replied, deftly gagging me with the spoon. “If ye’re clumsy with a spoon as wi’ that needle, you’ll have this all spilt down your bosom and wasted, and Murphy will brain me wi’ the ladle. Here, open up.”

I did, my resentment gradually melting into a sort of warm and glowing stupor as I ate. I hadn’t taken anything for the pain in my arm, but as my empty stomach expanded in grateful relief, I more or less quit noticing it.

“Will ye have another bowl?” Jamie asked, as I swallowed the last spoonful. “Ye’ll need your strength kept up.” Not waiting for an answer, he uncovered the small tureen Murphy had sent, and refilled the bowl.

“Where’s Ishmael?” I asked, during the brief hiatus.

“On the after deck. He didna seem comfortable belowdecks—and I canna say I blame him, having seen the slavers at Bridgetown. I had Maitland sling him a hammock.”

“Do you think it’s safe to leave him loose like that? What kind of soup is this?” The last spoonful had left a delightful, lingering taste on my tongue; the next revived the full flavor.

“Turtle; Stern took a big hawksbill last night. He sent word he’s saving ye the shell to make combs of, for your hair.” Jamie frowned slightly, whether at the thought of Lawrence Stern’s gallantry or Ishmael’s presence, I couldn’t tell. “As for the black, he’s not loose—Fergus is watching him.”

“Fergus is on his honeymoon,” I protested. “You shouldn’t make him do it. Is this really turtle soup? I’ve never had it before. It’s marvelous.”

Jamie was unmoved by contemplation of Fergus’s tender state.

“Aye, well, he’ll be wed a long time,” he said callously. “Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?”

“Absence,” I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. “And fonder. If anything’s growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn’t be his heart.”

“That’s verra bawdy talk for a respectable marrit woman,” Jamie said reprovingly, sticking the spoon in my mouth. “And inconsiderate, forbye.”

I swallowed. “Inconsiderate?”

“I’m a wee bit firm myself at the moment,” he replied evenly, dipping and spooning. “What wi’ you sitting there wi’ your hair loose and your nipples starin’ me in the eye, the size of cherries.”

I glanced down involuntarily, and the next spoonful bumped my nose. Jamie clicked his tongue, and picking up a cloth, briskly blotted my bosom with it. It was quite true that my shift was made of thin cotton, and even when dry, reasonably easy to see through.

“It’s not as though you haven’t seen them before,” I said, amused.

He laid down the cloth and raised his brows.

“I have drunk water every day since I was weaned,” he pointed out. “It doesna mean I canna be thirsty, still.” He picked up the spoon. “You’ll have a wee bit more?”

“No, thanks,” I said, dodging the oncoming spoon. “I want to hear more about this firmness of yours.”

“No, ye don’t; you’re ill.”

“I feel much better,” I assured him. “Shall I have a look at it?” He was wearing the loose petticoat breeches the sailors wore, in which he could easily have concealed three or four dead mullet, let alone a fugitive firmness.

“You shall not,” he said, looking slightly shocked. “Someone might come in. And I canna think your looking at it would help a bit.”

“Well, you can’t tell that until I have looked at it, can you?” I said. “Besides, you can bolt the door.”

“Bolt the door? What d’ye think I’m going to do? Do I look the sort of man would take advantage of a woman who’s not only wounded and boiling wi’ fever, but drunk as well?” he demanded. He stood up, nonetheless.

“I am not drunk,” I said indignantly. “You can’t get drunk on turtle soup!” Nonetheless, I was conscious that the glowing warmth in my stomach seemed to have migrated somewhat lower, taking up residence between my thighs, and there was undeniably a slight lightness of head not strictly attributable to fever.

“You can if ye’ve been drinking turtle soup as made by Aloysius O’Shaughnessy Murphy,” he said. “By the smell of it, he’s put at least a full bottle o’ the sherry in it. A verra intemperate race, the Irish.”

“Well, I’m still not drunk.” I straightened up against the pillows as best I could. “You told me once that if you could still stand up, you weren’t drunk.”

“You aren’t standing up,” he pointed out.

“You are. And I could if I wanted to. Stop trying to change the subject. We were talking about your firmness.”

“Well, ye can just stop talking about it, because—” He broke off with a small yelp, as I made a fortunate grab with my left hand.

“Clumsy, am I?” I said, with considerable satisfaction. “Oh, my. Heavens, you do have a problem, don’t you?”

“Will ye leave go of me?” he hissed, looking frantically over his shoulder at the door. “Someone could come in any moment!”

“I told you you should have bolted the door,” I said, not letting go. Far from being a dead mullet, the object in my hand was exhibiting considerable liveliness.

He eyed me narrowly, breathing through his nose.

“I wouldna use force on a sick woman,” he said through his teeth, “but you’ve a damn healthy grip for someone with a fever, Sassenach. If you—”

“I told you I felt better,” I interrupted, “but I’ll make you a bargain; you bolt the door and I’ll prove I’m not drunk.” I rather regretfully let go, to indicate good faith. He stood staring at me for a moment, absentmindedly rubbing the site of my recent assault on his virtue. Then he lifted one ruddy eyebrow, turned, and went to bolt the door.

By the time he turned back, I had made it out of the berth and was standing—a trifle shakily, but still upright—against the frame. He eyed me critically.

“It’s no going to work, Sassenach,” he said, shaking his head. He looked rather regretful, himself. “We’ll never stay upright, wi’ a swell like there is underfoot tonight, and ye know I’ll not fit in that berth by myself, let alone wi’ you.”

There was a considerable swell; the lantern on its swivel-bracket hung steady and level, but the shelf above it tilted visibly back and forth as the Artemis rode the waves. I could feel the faint shudder of the boards under my bare feet, and knew Jamie was right. At least he was too absorbed in the discussion to be seasick.

“There’s always the floor,” I suggested hopefully. He glanced down at the limited floor space and frowned. “Aye, well. There is, but we’d have to do it like snakes, Sassenach, all twined round each other amongst the table legs.”

“I don’t mind.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, “it would hurt your arm.” He rubbed a knuckle across his lower lip, thinking. His eyes passed absently across my body at about hip level, returned, fixed, and lost their focus. I thought the bloody shift must be more transparent than I realized.

Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I let go my hold on the frame of the berth and lurched the two paces necessary to reach him. The roll of the ship threw me into his arms, and he barely managed to keep his own balance, clutching me tightly round the waist.

“Jesus!” he said, staggered, and then, as much from reflex as from desire, bent his head and kissed me.

It was startling. I was accustomed to be surrounded by the warmth of his embrace; now it was I who was hot to the touch and he who was cool. From his reaction, he was enjoying the novelty as much as I was.

Light-headed, and reckless with it, I nipped the side of his neck with my teeth, feeling the waves of heat from my face pulsate against the column of his throat. He felt it, too.

“God, you’re like holding a hot coal!” His hands dropped lower and pressed me hard against him.

“Firm is it? Ha,” I said, getting my mouth free for a moment. “Take those baggy things off.” I slid down his length and onto my knees in front of him, fumbling mazily at his flies. He freed the laces with a quick jerk, and the petticoat breeches ballooned to the floor with a whiff of wind.

I didn’t wait for him to remove his shirt; just lifted it and took him. He made a strangled sound and his hands came down on my head as though he wanted to restrain me, but hadn’t the strength.

“Oh, Lord!” he said. His hands tightened in my hair, but he wasn’t trying to push me away. “This must be what it’s like to make love in Hell,” he whispered. “With a burning she-devil.”

I laughed, which was extremely difficult under the circumstances. I choked, and pulled back a moment, breathless.

“Is this what a succubus does, do you think?”

“I wouldna doubt it for a moment,” he assured me. His hands were still in my hair, urging me back.

A knock sounded on the door, and he froze. Confident that the door was indeed bolted, I didn’t.

“Aye? What is it?” he said, with a calmness rather remarkable for a man in his position.

“Fraser?” Lawrence Stern’s voice came through the door. “The Frenchman says the black is asleep, and may he have leave to go to bed now?”

“No,” said Jamie shortly. “Tell him to stay where he is; I’ll come along and relieve him in a bit.”

“Oh.” Stern’s voice sounded a little hesitant. “Surely. His…um, his wife seems…eager for him to come now.”

Jamie inhaled sharply.

“Tell her,” he said, a small note of strain becoming evident in his voice, “that he’ll be there…presently.”

“I will say so.” Stern sounded dubious about Marsali’s reception of this news, but then his voice brightened. “Ah…is Mrs. Fraser feeling somewhat improved?”

“Verra much,” said Jamie, with feeling.

“She enjoyed the turtle soup?”

“Greatly. I thank ye.” His hands on my head were trembling.

“Did you tell her that I’ve put aside the shell for her? It was a fine hawksbill turtle; a most elegant beast.”

“Aye. Aye, I did.” With an audible gasp, Jamie pulled away and reaching down, lifted me to my feet.

“Good night, Mr. Stern!” he called. He pulled me toward the berth; we struggled four-legged to keep from crashing into tables and chairs as the floor rose and fell beneath us.

“Oh.” Lawrence sounded faintly disappointed. “I suppose Mrs. Fraser is asleep, then?”

“Laugh, and I’ll throttle ye,” Jamie whispered fiercely in my ear. “She is, Mr. Stern,” he called through the door. “I shall give her your respects in the morning, aye?”

“I trust she will rest well. There seems to be a certain roughness to the sea this evening.”

“I…have noticed, Mr. Stern.” Pushing me to my knees in front of the berth, he knelt behind me, groping for the hem of my shift. A cool breeze from the open stern window blew over my naked buttocks, and a shiver ran down the backs of my thighs.

“Should you or Mrs. Fraser find yourselves discommoded by the motion, I have a most capital remedy to hand—a compound of mugwort, bat dung, and the fruit of the mangrove. You have only to ask, you know.”

Jamie didn’t answer for a moment.

“Oh, Christ!” he whispered. I took a sizable bite of the bedclothes.

“Mr. Fraser?”

“I said, ‘Thank you’!” Jamie replied, raising his voice.

“Well, I shall bid you a good evening, then.”

Jamie let out his breath in a long shudder that was not quite a moan.

“Mr. Fraser?”

“Good evening, Mr. Stern!” Jamie bellowed.

“Oh! Er…good evening.”

Stern’s footsteps receded down the companionway, lost in the sound of the waves that were now crashing loudly against the hull. I spit out the mouthful of quilt.

“Oh…my…God!”

His hands were large and hard and cool on my heated flesh.

“You’ve the roundest arse I’ve ever seen!”

A lurch by the Artemis here aiding his efforts to an untoward degree, I uttered a loud shriek.

“Shh!” He clasped a hand over my mouth, bending over me so that he lay over my back, the billowing linen of his shirt falling around me and the weight of him pressing me to the bed. My skin, crazed with fever, was sensitive to the slightest touch, and I shook in his arms, the heat inside me rushing outward as he moved within me.

His hands were under me then, clutching my breasts, the only anchor as I lost my boundaries and dissolved, conscious thought a displaced element in the chaos of sensations—the warm damp of tangled quilts beneath me, the cold sea wind and misty spray that wafted over us from the rough sea outside, the gasp and brush of Jamie’s warm breath on the back of my neck, and the sudden prickle and flood of cold and heat, as my fever broke in a dew of satisfied desire.

Jamie’s weight rested on my back, his thighs behind mine. It was warm, and comforting. After a long time, his breathing eased, and he rose off me. The thin cotton of my shift was damp, and the wind plucked it away from my skin, making me shiver.

Jamie closed the window with a snap, then bent and picked me up like a rag doll. He lowered me into the berth, and pulled the quilt up over me.

“How is your arm?” he said.

“What arm?” I murmured drowsily. I felt as though I had been melted and poured into a mold to set.

“Good,” he said, a smile in his voice. “Can ye stand up?”

“Not for all the tea in China.”

“I’ll tell Murphy ye liked the soup.” His hand rested for a moment on my cool forehead, passed down the curve of my cheek in a light caress, and then was gone. I didn’t hear him leave.

Silent Treatment

Requests: “Can I have a Kai smut, where the reader is mad and giving him the silent treatment and it makes him like super pissed but turned on at the same time, and it gets a little rough 😏😘”

Kai couldn’t put his finger on why Y/N was so angry with him for the past 24 hours. If it was something he said then when he tried to apologize she was ignoring him. Keeping to herself. This wasn’t normal because normally she’d be all over him and clinging to him and he’d be the one trying to keep his personal bubble. Now the Heretic realizes how much he loves her attention and it’s all he craves as of recent.

After a lot of thinking he came to the conclusion that he definitely said or did something she didn’t like and she was shutting herself out just because she could. They hadn’t cuddled since the night before and here he was cold in their own bed because she had the blankets all to herself and he was bare. She didn’t want to share body heat anymore apparently and now he couldn’t sleep. So he moved closer and listened to her take a deep breath and he knew she was awake. Her side of the bed was warmer, all of her body heat trapped inside the mattress and their supposed to be shared blanket.

Now he shifts slightly closer and grips the trim of their blanket and slowly starts to pull the blanket into his own body. Right when the blanket was up and over his stomach his very angry partner yanked the blankets back at her own body and rolled in it like a caccoon and sighed deeply. Kai grunted and turned his head to look at the night stand and the clock read eleven PM. He rolled his eyes and scooted closer to Y/N.

He rubbed her shoulder gently and then leaned in, pressing his lips to her neck. Kai moaned deeply as if that would get her to magically crack but instead she shoved him off. “Baby please. I’m cold.” But she only huffed at him and tried to close her eyes. So he tried again, this time she moved her neck, stretching it slightly where Kai could dig his teeth lightly into her soft spot where normally she’d grab him by the hair and beg for more. Now she kept her eyes closed and bit her lip and refused to give in.

So Kai held her close to him and tried to very hard with his warm tongue to get her to make any kind of noise to assure him she didn’t turn into a statue. Her breathing got deeper but that was it. She’d have a hickey the next morning and then she’d probably get mad at him again even though she was letting him do it. That was her logic lately. Kai felt as though he was risking his life when he kissed down her cheek and inched closer to her mouth. They hadn’t kissed in nearly two days and this made his heart thrum rapidly.

He closed his eyes when he kissed the corner of her lips and hummed in pure satisfaction. Her hand this time gently came up and ran through his hair at the back of his head and pulled him closer. Kai was the one who was now getting absorbed into her and forgetting she was angry still even though she was welcoming him. His lips moved to hers and his heart skipped a beat when she kissed him back. That’s when he straddled her and gently dug his crotch into her leg.

His briefs were constricting his waist now as they got deeper and more passionate into their little session. Y/N was truly evil. Poor Kai was so confused yet so satisfied. Y/N’s fingers gently pulled at his hair and made him groan in pleasure against her sweet lips. Now he wanted more and she could feel it against her leg. That was when she puled away from him and he moaned at the loss of contact and she pushed him off of her and gave him some of the blanket so he’d leave her alone.

Kai stared wide eyed at the ceiling above him now covered in the blanket he wanted earlier and now instead he wanted to be buried inside something else…

“Wow…” He panted but he wasn’t sure if it was out of pleasure or the frustration he now felt pent up inside of his briefs.


“You need to tell me if you’re angry at me.” Kai said from the doorway to the kitchen. Y/N kept on making her coffee and paid him no mind. Kai was starting to get angry himself and he hated when people didn’t pay attention to him. He always liked to be the center of attention even if he was hurting somebody. And now somebody he learned to love was ignoring him and usually at this time of day she’d be kissing him and wrapping her arms around his neck as he sat at the table eating breakfast.

The human attempted to brush by him with her coffee in hand but Kai grabbed her wrist securely in his hand and stared down at her sternly. She glared up at him with flames flaring in her eyes. “You’re starting to piss me off, Y/N. I deserve an explanation.” Not to mention the Heretic was still sexually frustrated and could barely get into his jeans this morning. Y/N glanced down at the front of his pants and then back up at him. “You really know how to fuck with my head and I’m not used to that.”

She tried again to pull her arm away and leave him alone in the doorway but he wasn’t having it. Now she felt helpless and he was proving just how much stronger he actually was compared to her. She was going to lose this game she was playing whether she liked it or not. “I will drop you off with your sister and parents for the weekend and if you won’t willingly go I’ll throw you over my shoulder and make you go. You’re about to see a side of me you won’t like.”

Being dropped off at her family’s house was the nastiest threat that had come out of his mouth. She couldn’t stand a weekend with her talkative family and her evil sister. Her eyes widened and she realized she’d have to talk now. “So you need to give me an explanation. Right now.”

“Why don’t you ask Bonnie?” Kai’s eyes widened and Y/N yanked her wrist out of his hand and set her coffee down. Hearing her voice was a shock to him. “I’m sure she’d love to spend all day with you and have her hands on your chest and give you little love potions.” Y/N spat.

Kai rolled his eyes. This was what he was being ignored for? “We were practicing a spell it wasn’t like that.”

“All day?” Y/N’s voice now raised and octave.

“Damon and Stefan came home, they offered dinner and I stayed. I called you and let you know what I was doing.” He grunted. “This is ridiculous.”

Y/N chewed her bottom lip angrily. “Caroline said-”

“Caroline doesn’t know shit Y/N. The girl sees what she wants to see and she wants to see you and I broken up because she hates me and no matter how loyal she is to you she will always be on the Salvatore’s side and they will always hate me!” Y/N didn’t say anything. “You’re giving in to her. I can’t believe you. You’re letting a Barbie doll make your decisions for you!”

And with that statement came a sharp slap and a sore neck, and Kai’s hand rubbing his red cheek. He fixed his jaw and Y/N realized what she had done. When Kai looked up his eyes were dark and he looked…bad. Like the bad guy. “I’m confused and so turned on, Sweetheart.” Y/N backed herself into the wall, not out of fear but because she was ready for the Heretic to fuck her up and down that very wall and the look on his face made her hot and ready for him to instantly have her.

But he never came to her. She swallowed thickly and he grinned. “Damn girl you’ve got a swing in that arm.” He then licked his lips but never moved an inch closer. “Are you finished?” He mocked. And with the flick of a switch her gentle Kai was no more. “Because you’ve made your bed in that wall, Babygirl. And when I’m done with you everyone is gonna know you’re plastered into it.” The air between them was hot and her chest heaved for the fresh air.

His hands played with the button and zipper on his pants but never shrugged off his coat. The thick black material she loved so much. If he planned on fucking her in it she was done for. Goosebumps had already started rising on her flesh and her nipples were hard and rubbing against the inside of her bra. His thick finger pointed down at her legs where she wore her fluffy snowman pants. “Those. Off. Now.” He reached inside of his briefs and freed himself.

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat and starting shimmying out of her warm pajama bottoms. Kai inhumanly growled at the lace panties he’d bought her from Victoria’s Secret as they hugged her perfectly. “I hate to say it but those have to go too.” His voice was slightly gentler but he growled again when she kicked the panties off and kicked them away with her foot. Kai was the one to swallow thickly. “The rest has to go too, Sweetheart.” He gestured to her top.

She confidently dragged her shirt up her body and tossed it next to her. Once Kai realized she had the matching bra on he moaned. “That has to go too, Baby.” Y/N gracefully reached behind her and unclasped the bra, it fell to the floor before her. There she stood, naked and vulnerable in front of someone who could easily hurt her and instead she trusted her life with him. “Now touch yourself.”

Her eyes widened. “W-what?” Kai laughed at her.

“You spoiled thing, what did you do before you met me?” Y/N can’t remember the last time she touched herself. Kai was always there and he was always willing to help her. “Now touch yourself.” He repeated and gestured to her body. “Oh baby don’t tell me you have stage fright.”

Y/N swallowed her embarrassment and stuck her hands between her legs and instinctively parted her legs. A soft whimper fell from her parted lips. Kai sat at the table, his legs spread and his cock resting against his stomach as he watched with wide eyes and an open mouth. He couldn’t believe she was actually doing it.

Her other hand played with her nipples, pinching and poking at them as he would with his own fingers. “I can’t decide if I want you to sit on my cock or fuck you up the wall now.” That’s when Kai gave in and patted his lap. “Come here you pretty little thing.” Y/N nervously walked the floor to him and grasped his shoulders under the thick jacket. Kai readied himself while his other hand held her hip to guide her over him.

Kai’s thumb dug into her hip where he then dragged her downward, his excitement getting the better of him. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck for support and the overwhelming warmth in her belly as the tip of him brushed through her folds. A soft whimper escaped her again. “So ready for you baby.” Kai whispered against her bare chest. “Hell yeah.” He hissed at her as he sheathed inside of her.

Y/N forgot why she was angry at him in the first place when she felt him stretch her and fill her. Her nails dug into the thick dark material on his shoulders. Kai guided her hips against his until her thighs were smacking against his. All that could be heard were his thick breaths and Y/N’s cries bouncing against the walls. At one point she bit the back of her hand and tried to stay as quiet and collected as possible.

The Heretic focused on making their hips meet. Y/N rested her forehead against his shoulder and her body caved when his hand snuck down and rubbed small circles on her clit. Now the girl was a mess and trying her best to move herself against Kai’s fingers. Her walls fluttered around him and he gave out a sigh of satisfaction. “That’s it baby. Just like that.” Her body responded again and again until she was threatening to cum.

“N-no. No K-Kai.” Her hot breath fanned against his neck and when she bit down on his soft spot he moaned and held her down, rubbing her faster and moving her against him harder. She pushed herself away, holding herself from him at arm’s length. The look on her face was of pure pleasure. Her body stilled against him and her eyes crossed, then rolled into the back of her head and her mouth opened and her head shot back. Kai held her, whispering dirty things to her as she fluttered around him.

“Such a beautiful girl. That’s it. Give it to me.” He whispered under his breath to her. “Look at you. Damn.” He praised. A loud cry echoed through the house when her body gave in and she came undone in his hold. Her body started to shake all over and Kai slowly rolled her hips to a stop and she hid her face in his jacket. She went limp for a little while and Kai rubbed circles into her shoulders. It was quite romantic she thought.

When she peered up at him her eyes looked like the normal loving ones he fell for again. And there seemed to be a permanent smile on her lips. “I think you really needed that.” Kai laughed and she agreed with him. “But baby I still haven’t finished.” Her smile fell when she remembered Kai was still rock hard inside of her and now it was his turn. She was already so exhausted and she couldn’t picture doing that again or she’d probably pass out.

“I’ll do all the work. Don’t you worry about a thing, Sweetheart.” He collected her in his arms and pushed himself off of the chair. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waste and it was a good thing because if he set her down she’d probably turn to jelly and fall into a melted, love struck puddle. On their way to their bedroom they shared a passionate kiss. One that seemed innocent while her gentle fingers caressed the back of his neck.

Before she knew it Kai was setting her down on the edge of the bed. Still buried inside of her, he didn’t miss a beat and started a steady pace that felt lazy. Y/N hid her face in her hair which made Kai completely straddle her and brush her hair out of her face. He gently grabbed her chin and tilted her gaze directly toward him and then suddenly started up a bruising pace. Everytime her neck strayed and her gaze fell he’d direct her attention back to him.

Her hands found the buttons on either side of his jacket and she held him into her. His thighs smacked hers again and with his hand forcing her to make eye contact, it looked and felt like a scene out of a movie. She started to rock back and forth under him and never taking her eyes off of him. He looked stern and yet again the pleasure was overwhelming to her. Y/N’s mouth hung open again but Kai’s needy mouth gave in and swallowed her into a passionate kiss. Her hands found his wrists as he muffled her whimpers that were in sync with every thrust.

And in that magical moment, Kai rubbed that spot deep inside of her that made her walls flutter. Kai knew exactly where that spot was like he knew the back of his hand. When Y/N choked during their kiss he knew what he had done to her. It’s her same reaction everytime. To choke on air. No noise or facial expression. Just to choke on air until she realizes that he had brushed her spot and then her moans and cries catch up to her as he repeatedly does it.

So now he directed himself into that spot, letting her fluttering walls milk him. He pulled back from their kiss and she choked on air yet again with her mouth hung open and then a strangled sound came from the back of her throat. She closed her eyes to focus on her upcoming orgasm. Kai’s hand fell to her throat and he applied minimal pressure. Even that alone set her whole body into flames and she fluttered around him once more before it triggered Kai’s orgasm. Y/N followed behind shortly after she laid there, letting Kai ride out his orgasm against her, submitting to him and letting him use her for it.

They were both panting, Kai’s arms were shaking and if Y/N sat up she’d melt. The Heretic quickly fixed himself and pulled his pants up and then lay defeated next to Y/N. He thought fast and shrugged his jacket off and dressed the naked girl with it and she hugged it close to her body, enveloped by his cologne and musk and the warmth it brought and then rolled over to cling to his side where she belonged the whole time.

“Damn.” They said in unison and then sighed out loud. Kai’s hand stroked her cheek gently.

“That’s not fair you finished twice.” Kai said after five minutes of peaceful silence.

Y/N looked up in shock and shook her head. “God, Kai I can’t take anymore.”

“I’m kidding.” They lay in silence again for a few more minutes. “Next time you give me the silent treatment don’t kick me in the balls. I won’t be turned on by that.” Y/N scoffed and pushed at his chest while he laughed at her.

Helping Hands (M)

Originally posted by pkjjm

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

✓  Genre: smut

✓  Words: 2.827

✓  Warnings: a little of voyeurism | dirty talk | Dom!Jungkook | Slight Dom!Reader.

✓  Requested: No

✓  A/N: my dirty dirty mind was working a lot this morning in physics class.

Also,I’m sorry for the ending, I could not think of a better one. But I hope you dirty minds and souls enjoy this smut.

✓  Remember: English is not my first language; if there’s any kind of errors please tell me and send me your thoughts so I can get better and better. Thanks!

Summary:

צ “I interrupted your ‘alone time’,Jungkook. The least I can do is jerk you off right here”


It was a Saturday night and as always, I found myself chatting with my friends at their dorm.

Instead of playing videogames like we always do, we decided to watch a movie because we would rather relax than scream at each other the words:”YOU CHEATED”.

Jin was ordering four boxes of pizza when I noticed someone was missing.

Jeon Jungkook.

My crush. The Golden Maknae that was good at everything and even more at making my heart beat like I ran a marathon. The guy that was so out of my reach but I never lost hope. We were so alike that we could be best friends, however his shyness and my nervousness made the bond impossible.

“Where’s Jungkook?”, I asked Taehyung, that was right beside me looking at the screen of his cellphone.

He looked at me and smirked. I just rolled my eyes in response. Everyone has the same reaction every time I say his name. Everybody knew about my feelings for him but the golden boy was the only oblivious about it.

“He’s in his bedroom. He said he needed to do something really important”, he told me while looking back at his cellphone.

“Talking about him, can you go and call him, (Y/N)?”, Jin said while taking the plates and cups to put on the table.

Hesitating a little, I nodded and went upstairs to go to his bedroom but not before seeing everybody’s devilish smirks and stares, making me blush and roll my eyes at the same time.

I slowly walked in the hall and in 15 seconds I found myself staring at his room’s door. I breathed heavily and raised my fist to knock on his door but stopped midway when I heard him groan.

Confused, I frowned. 

“Is he in pain?”, I thought.

But this thought faded away when I heard a moan and my name spilling from his lips.

My mouth fell wide open and I couldn’t help but to feel aroused.

My curiosity took the best of me and I opened the door, leaving just a an ajar open. I watched him buck his hips into his hands making him gasp and groan louder.

“You’re such a good girl, (Y/N)!”, he moaned making me feel like I was close to a volcano.

“So,so good princess. Fuck!”

Maybe it was the heat that was exhaling from my body or the way he was moaning my name and imagining me there with him but I found the confident person in me and opened his door for real when he was, again, saying how much of a good little girl I was.

“Am I? I must be, I’m making you a mess and I’m not even touching you”, I said leaning against the door frame with a sly smirk while watching him cover himself with the eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“(Y-Y-YN)”, he stuttered. 

“We’re gonna start watching the movies; finish the important thing you have to do”, I said grinning.”And come join us”, I finished my sentence closing the door going back downstairs.

“Where is this confidence coming from?”


“Where’s Jungkook?”, Namjoon asked when I reappeared in the kitchen.

“He’s on his way”, I answered,  not being able to contain the sly smirk that came on my lips again.

The boys frowned in confusion but I ignored them.

Jin was putting Coke in the cups for everybody when Jungkook showed up, not even giving me a glance.

“Hey, did you finish the important thing you were doing?”, Yoongi asked.

I looked at Jungkook and saw him gulp in nervousness.

“He did”, I grinned, seeing Jungkook look at me with wide eyes.

“Does he think I’m gonna tell?”, I laughed inside my head.

“What were you doing that was so important?”, Hoseok questioned.

 “I-I”, my crush stuttered.

“He was playing Overwatch”, I lied.”And he won”, I said jumping with a grin on my face.

The boys nodded, congratulating him while going to the living room.

“Congratulations, Kookie”, I said passing my left hand on his hard chest while passing past him.

The boys took the best seat in front of the TV, leaving just a two-seats sofa free. I knew that they didn’t do that just because of they wanted the best seats, they were doing on purpose so I could be close to Jungkook.

In any other day, I’d have rolled my eyes but not today.

I smiled sitting on the couch feeling Jungkook’s presence one second after I sat.

Jungkook looked around and noticed that the only available seat was next to me.

The room fell silent while everybody was waiting for Jungkook to make a move.

Slowly, he made his way towards the small sofa, sitting beside me.

“Okay,let’s start!, Jin said,pressing the play button of the remote.

The tension in the room seemed to fade as the movie started, catching everyone’s attention.

Well, everyone except me and Jungkook.

I could see his broad shoulders get tenser and tenser when I would make a move.

Thirty minutes passed and I couldn’t pay attention to the movie as the image of Jungkook masturbating because of me took place on my mind.

I took one of the blankets piled on a table close to the sofa that Jin left just in case if we would feel cold.

I put the blanket over me and Jungkook, making him jump in surprise and look at me startled.

I giggled and got close to him, whispering in his ear.

“Relax,Jungkook”, I murmured in the sexiest voice I could make.

“My plan is only starting”, I thought with a smirk.

I looked around discreetly and saw that everybody was too into the movie to notice if something happens. And even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t see anything because the sofa’s back was totally facing them.

I started in slow motion, rubbing my legs to show I was aroused. Gently moving to make my legs touch his. I pretended to fix my hair just to brush my fingers on his ar and shoulders. In a few more attempts I saw him squirm and I knew my plan was working.

I got closer to him and put my right hand on his thigh, rubbing it slowly and then grabbing his shaft, gently, through his pants, feeling it’s hardness.

“You’re so hard,Jungkookie”, I said looking at him with a smile.”Well, is no surprise since I interrupted you”, I chuckled darkly.

“Wh-wha-what are you doing?”, he asked with wide eyes, looking at me and then my hand.

“I interrupted you, Jungkook”, I repeated more firmly with a pout on my lips.”So I’m going to jerk you off right here”, I finished the sentence making him gulp.

With no warnings nor hesitation, I put my hands inside his boxers briefs, feeling his hard cock get in contact with my hand.

“Oh my God,Jungkook. You’re so big”, I said seeing in the corner of my eye his cocky smile.

But it soon disappeared when I started to move my hand up and down bis shaft, feeling how thick it is.I passed my thumb over the head of his cock, spreading out the pre cum all over the rest of his length, lubricating it.

A few minutes after, my movements started to make wet noises so I had to go a little slower, making Jungkook whine in complaints. 

“Ah”, Jungkook hissed.”Please don’t stop”

“I’d love to see you a mess,Jungkookie,but do you want them finding out?”,I said watching him bite his bottom lip.

“Let’s go upstairs”, he suggested,breathlessly, more like a command.

I nodded stopping my movements, making him whine at the loss of contact. I made a sign, indicating that he should go first.

He nodded and got up, hiding his erection with the movement of his hands in front of his crotch. 

“I’m really tired”, he faked an yawn. “I’ll go to bed”, he announced but no one really paid attention.

He made a sound with his lips while making a pout making me giggle quietly. He looked at me and smirked,winking at me before heading upstairs.

After 2 minutes, I faked an yawn too saying I was going to sleep.

“Tae, can I use your bed?”

“You can use any bed you want I guess, no one will sleep in their rooms tonight, well, except Jungkook”, he said wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, shut up! Seriously you guys don’t mind?”

“Yah, we’ll pass the whole night watching movies, now go to sleep and let us watch the movie, please?”, Yoongi said stuffing his mouth with popcorn.

“Okay. Goodnight,guys!”, I said making my way upstairs.

When I was almost knocking on Jungkook’s door, it suddenly opened and then Jungkook pushed me inside.

“You took way too long”, he looked at me seriously.

“I had to make a good excuse”, I shrugged my shoulders.

Jungkook hurriedly got closer, circling my waits with his strong arms. He buried his face on my neck, giving light kisses, going up to my jawline and then my lips.

The kiss started slow but soon started to get faster and passionate. The lust between us growing and growing.

“God, I waited so long for this”, he said taking off his shirt and throwing me on his bed.

“I dream so much about you and your gorgeous body”, he told me while looking into my eyes.

“Yeah?”, I stared intensely at his eyes, taking all my strength to not look at his abs.”What do you usually dream about?”

He smirked.”You sucking me off; me eating you out; fucking you so hard that the only thing you’ll be able to say and scream is my name. I dream about making you mine and just mine”, he listed making me moan.

“Make me yours, Jungkook”, I whispered maintaining the eye contact.

He grinned taking my shirt off, throwing on the floor. My bra soon followed.

Jungkook was going directly to the point. He kissed my right boob then started to suck my nipples, sometimes surrounding the areola with his tongue. He soon followed to my other boob, giving it the same treatment.

After he was done, he gave little pecks and licks on my abdomen, tummy, belly button until he got on the hem of my jeans.

He unbuttoned my jeans and forcefully pulled them down my legs.

“Man, he really is in a hurry. I most have worked him up pretty badly,huh?”

Jungkook stopped to look at me all spread out on his bed. He licked his lips like I was some kind of meal, making me more turned on with his stare.

“Jungkook!”,I whined catching his attention.”Please,fuck me!”

He smirked.”Soon baby, I wanna taste you first”, he winked at me, pulling my panties down.

He gave both my inner thighs little pecks, soon he was in front of my dripping core.

He took some of my substance on the tip of his index finger, smirking while doing it a few times. It was like he was playing with my juices like a little boy with his truck.

“You’re so wet,baby”, he grinned.”All wet and just for me,right, princess?”

“Yes,yes,please Jungkook”, I whined.”Do something”

He grinned, soon licking a long stripe up my folds, humming with a smile on his face.

“You have no idea how many times I imagined your taste on my tongue”, he hummed once again.

With no warnings, he started to devour my pussy, making me gasp and arch my back, earning a grin from him. He latched on to my clit, sucking in forcefully. He went down, plunging his tongue inside my leaking whole, massaging my clit with his thumb, making me moan louder.

He hummed in response.

“You like that,princess?”, he asked me then licking my whole with the tip of his tongue.

“Yes, Jungkook”, I moaned.”Please,keep going”

“Look at me,princess”, he commanded. I obeyed him, seeing him grin at me.

“That’s right,princess. Watch what I’m doing to you, to your tight little pussy”

With that, he plunged his two fingers inside of me, making me squeeze the sheets. His mouth came back to my clit, abusing it in the most delicious of ways.

His pace fastened and I felt that magical knot forming in my stomach. Sensing that I was close to cumming,he stopped making a whine come out of my lips.

“Don’t worry,princess. The fun is about to start”,he smirked and winked at me.

“W-wait! What about you? I want to play with you too”, I said with a pout.

He smiled and caressed my cheek.

“Other time,baby. My cock can’t wait any longer to be inside you”.

He took off his gray sweatpants and boxers, showing me perfect and toned body. My eyes traveled from his face,passing to his collarbones,chest,abs and finally his erect cock, that was dripping with pre cum,begging for attention.

While he was busy looking for a condom, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, pumping it slowly, making him tense and moan above me.

He shooed my hand, soon after, putting the condom hurriedly. He put both of his hands on each side of my head,giving a peck on my forehead making my heart melt.He slowly looked at my eyes and silently asked for permission that was hurriedly conceded it.

The romantic aura was soon gone when he inserted his dick inside of my pussy. He hissed loudly whilst I moaned his name in a high pitched voice. He slowly set the pace, fastening minute by minute.

I clawed his back,hissing at the amount of force he was using to fuck me.

“Yeah,you like that,princess?”, he asked me breathlessly.”Do you like when I pound into your tight little cunt like that?”

The amount of pleasure made impossible to answer to his dirty talk, so I just moaned instead. But Jungkook wasn’t very pleased with that.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you,princess”, he said giving me a hard slap on my right thigh, earning him a yelp from my lips.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time and you better answer,baby, or you’ll regret. Do you like when I pound into your tight little cunt,huh?”

“YES! Yes,Jungkook! Oh my God,please Jungkook!”,I replied him gripping his hair locks between my fingers.

“Good girl”,he praised me,going even faster,making my whole body bounce.One of his hands went down and grabbed one of my boobs, squeezing it gently even with his rough pace.

Just when I was about to feel that knot again,he stopped and pulled out of me.

He didn’t give me time to protest as he roughly turned me around. Instinctively, I lifted my butt earning a slap from Jungkook that made me moan in delight.

“I wish I could do this all day,but I’m desperate to milk you with my cum”

He started his violent thrusts again. He put one hand on my hip and the other on my waist,keeping me steady. The only sound that could be heard was skin slapping skin and our moans, that were getting louder and louder. Surely, the boys and the whole building was aware of what we were doing however we weren’t minding it.

“Fuck,you feel so good around me,baby”

“Yeah? You like when my pussy squeezes your cock?”, I asked with a smirk, trying to look behind me, seeing him with his head thrown back.

“Oh,fuck, I like it so much,princess”,he said looking at me.”You look so beautiful on all fours for me”

A few more thrusts and the knot on my stomach was just ready to explode.

“J-Jungkook! I’m close! I-I’m going to-”

“No,you’re not allowed to cum until I say so,baby”

“But ple-”

“I said no”,he said with the most dominating and sexiest voice ever,making me whimper and nod as a good girl.

I was trying my best not to cum and at the same time I was praying that he found his release soon, if not I’m damned.

“Oh,princess! I’m so going to cum!’”, he started to let out multiples ‘ah’s’, indicating that he was indeed close to his orgasm.

“Please,Jungkook! Let me cum!”, I pleaded.

He hovered me,pressing his chest against my back. The hand that was holding my hip traveled to my clit and started massaging it making my eyes roll.

“Cum for me,princess”,he commanded and it seemed that my body only needed his words because soon after I was clenching around his member,making him cum with me.

He gave a few final thrusts and then he pulled out of me. I fell on the bed feeling too tired to move,I heard shifting around so I presumed that he was getting rid of the condom.

I soon felt his presence beside me as the bed shifted with his weight. He gently pulled the white cover over us,bringing my body close to his,making me lay on his chest.

I was already drifting off to sleep but not before feeling Jungkook’s lips on my hair.

“Goodnight,princess”

And hearing his final command,I felt asleep with the happiest and most genuine smile on my face.


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anonymous asked:

I have been asking for this, for some time, I saw your enchoi your Fridays where saran gets his wisdom tooth remove, how about one for the whole RFA +V & Vanderwood & Rika (for those Rika lovers ♡) I love your writing 💕💕


We currently don’t write hc’s for Rika, but we did the rest! Also, left out Saeran since his story is in this link :) Hope you enjoy~ 



Zen:

  • When he first wakes up, you think he’s going to be one of the chill cases
  • He doesn’t say much and keeps looking around the room quietly
  • But then you notice he keeps tugging at his own hair…every ten seconds
  • You ask him what he’s doing and he says with another tug, “I’m making sure it’s still there. I love my hair.”
  • After awhile, he gets really sad
  • Like he’s looking at the blanket and getting those puppy eyes
  • You get worried thinking he’s in pain or something, so you tap his shoulder, “Are you okay? You look really sad.”
  • In a second, the sad face comes off, “No. I’m practicing for a role.”
  • He has a personality switch into a opera singer
  • There’s several of these personality switches until he knocks out
  • Leave it to Zen to be a dedicated actor…even under anaesthetics

Yoosung:

  • From a few minutes after he wakes up, he’s crying over everything
  • When the dentist comes in to check up on him, Yoosung points to the pen in his pocket and starts sniffling
  • “I have a pen back at home. It must be lonely.”
  • Then he turns and looks at you, pointing at you with a lazy finger
  • “I have a picture of you at home. I miss it…”
  • “Yoosung, I’m the real person…”
  • “It’s not the same thing,” he wails.
  • You get him into the car and for awhile, he’s just fascinated with everything
  • You’re almost home when you notice he removed all the gauze from his mouth
  • He lets out a loud gasp while rubbing his lips, “MC…my nipples are numb! I can’t feel my nipples!”
  • You’re trying not to laugh too hard, so you just go along with it and pat him sympathetically
  • He gets down on the carpet once you’re inside and knocks out
  • So you just leave him there

Jaehee:

  • When she was first starting to feel the anaesthetics kick in, she got a little loopy
  • She grabbed the dentist by the collar, “You better not mess it up!” and then knocked out
  • When she came to again, you asked if she remembered what she said
  • She didn’t, still very much under the drugs, so you told her
  • She touched her lip and saw some blood
  • She looks at the dentist, mouth full of cotton, “You punthed me! I’m Th-uing!’
  • Luckily the doctor got a kick out of it…and Jaehee couldn’t kick him
  • She’s surprisingly ridiculous when she’s under the drugs
  • She’ll look at you, “MC…you know what my name is? Jaehee…heeheehee.”
  • Then she’d be laughing at the joke she made for hours
  • When she gets home though, she’s a lot calmer and more of herself
  • You do have to drag her away from the coffee machine on more than one occasion though

Jumin: 

  • He’s super giggly
  • Like not his low, throaty chuckle
  • Nope, he’s full on, high-pitched giggling at everything
  • You’ll touch his chin gently and he’ll just start laughing, “Oh, MC I wanted to wait till marriage.”
  • “Uh, what are you talking about?”
  • *Cue more giggling*
  • He keeps brainstorming business ideas mostly for cats
  • He’ll list things that are already invented and just add “for cats”
  • It’s hilarious, until he asks you to write it down
  • So far he’s listed forks, candles, mustaches, hats, and spaceship cars for cats
  • You can’t wait to shove it in his face later
  • Time passes and you think he’s fine
  • But then he points to a pile of white pillows in the corner and just gasps, “Elizabeth” before passing out

Seven:

  • They had to take his glasses off during the whole removal process
  • So, when he wakes up he sees nothing but a swirl of color
  • He turns to you with tears in his eyes, “MC…it went wrong. I can’t see!”
  • You hand him his glasses and two seconds later he’s cheery again
  • He’s mostly quiet but he keeps touching your knee every once in awhile
  • You think it’s fine until you catch him wiping bloody drool from his chin and putting it on your pants
  • When he realizes you saw, he laughs, “Ohhhh, MC are you on your period?” and points to the blood on your pants
  • You would’ve slapped him if he wasn’t under anaesthetics
  • While you guys are leaving, he passes a mirror and starts crying again
  • He’s banging on the glass, “Saeran! Where were you this whole time? I was in pain.”
  • You have to calm him down, “Saeran is waiting at home. That’s your reflection.”
  • He just stares at himself, “Oh, I’m the ugly one then?”
  • “Saeyoung, you two are twins.”
  • “We’re both ugly?” and he starts crying again
  • You think it best not to show Saeran the video you’ve been recording the whole time

V:

  • He has the most innocent face when he first wakes up
  • His lips are in a little pout, and his cheeks are puffy
  • His wide eyes keep glancing at you and you think it’s the cutest thing
  • He talks a little bit here and there, but mostly nonsense
  • At one point, he touches his lips and sees all the blood
  • He gives a small gasp, “I’m coughing up wine.”
  • You think it’s funny until he keeps trying to taste his own blood
  • Ew, V, stop
  • He’ll just stare at you
  • No emotions, no words, just staring
  • You wait, thinking he’ll say something but he doesn’t
  • Eventually, you tell him to stop and he turns instead to staring at his hands
  • He makes these really vague sad comments like, “It’s been a rough day”, “They shouldn’t sell wine in hospitals,” or “The weather tickles me.”
  • You just stop asking and enjoy it

Vanderwood:

  • You can’t even tell he’s under anaesthetics
  • He’s super serious and keeps making these morbid statements
  • He’ll wipe some blood from his mouth and stare at it on his fingers
  • “This could be the blood of all those I’ve battled in war in my past life.”
  • He turns to you and gives a small chuckle
  • Also slightly nerdy
  • Rants about random theories he has in all these universes
  • You tune him out after he starts claiming he was the catalyst for the first destruction of the Death Star

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Is this really turtle soup?

I’ve never had it before. It’s marvelous.” 

Jamie was unmoved by contemplation of Fergus’s tender state. 

“Aye, well, he’ll be wed a long time,” he said callously. “Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?” 

“Absence,” I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. “And fonder. If anything’s growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn’t be his heart.” 

“That’s verra bawdy talk for a respectable marrit woman,” Jamie said reprovingly, sticking the spoon in my mouth. “And inconsiderate, forbye.”

 I swallowed. “Inconsiderate?” 

“I’m a wee bit firm myself at the moment,” he replied evenly, dipping and spooning. “What wi’ you sitting there wi’ your hair loose and your nipples starin’ me in the eye, the size of cherries.” 

I glanced down involuntarily, and the next spoonful bumped my nose. Jamie clicked his tongue, and picking up a cloth, briskly blotted my bosom with it. It was quite true that my shift was made of thin cotton, and even when dry, reasonably easy to see through. 

“It’s not as though you haven’t seen them before,” I said, amused. 

He laid down the cloth and raised his brows. 

“I have drunk water every day since I was weaned,” he pointed out. “It doesna mean I canna be thirsty, still.” He picked up the spoon. “You’ll have a wee bit more?” 

“No, thanks,” I said, dodging the oncoming spoon. “I want to hear more about this firmness of yours.” 

“No, ye don’t; you’re ill.” 

“I feel much better,” I assured him. “Shall I have a look at it?” He was wearing the loose petticoat breeches the sailors wore, in which he could easily have concealed three or four dead mullet, let alone a fugitive firmness. 

“You shall not,” he said, looking slightly shocked. “Someone might come in. And I canna think your looking at it would help a bit.” 

“Well, you can’t tell that until I have looked at it, can you?” I said. “Besides, you can bolt the door.” 

“Bolt the door? What d’ye think I’m going to do? Do I look the sort of man would take advantage of a woman who’s not only wounded and boiling wi’ fever, but drunk as well?” he demanded. He stood up, nonetheless. 

“I am not drunk,” I said indignantly. “You can’t get drunk on turtle soup!” Nonetheless, I was conscious that the glowing warmth in my stomach seemed to have migrated somewhat lower, taking up residence between my thighs, and there was undeniably a slight lightness of head not strictly attributable to fever. 

“You can if ye’ve been drinking turtle soup as made by Aloysius O’Shaughnessy Murphy,” he said. “By the smell of it, he’s put at least a full bottle o’ the sherry in it. A verra intemperate race, the Irish.” 

“Well, I’m still not drunk.” I straightened up against the pillows as best I could. “You told me once that if you could still stand up, you weren’t drunk.” 

“You aren’t standing up,” he pointed out. 

“You are. And I could if I wanted to. Stop trying to change the subject. We were talking about your firmness.” 

“Well, ye can just stop talking about it, because—” He broke off with a small yelp, as I made a fortunate grab with my left hand. 

“Clumsy, am I?” I said, with considerable satisfaction. “Oh, my. Heavens, you do have a problem, don’t you?” 

“Will ye leave go of me?” he hissed, looking frantically over his shoulder at the door. “Someone could come in any moment!”

“I told you you should have bolted the door,” I said, not letting go. Far from being a dead mullet, the object in my hand was exhibiting considerable liveliness. 

He eyed me narrowly, breathing through his nose. 

“I wouldna use force on a sick woman,” he said through his teeth, “but you’ve a damn healthy grip for someone with a fever, Sassenach. If you—” 

“I told you I felt better,” I interrupted, “but I’ll make you a bargain; you bolt the door and I’ll prove I’m not drunk.” I rather regretfully let go, to indicate good faith. He stood staring at me for a moment, absentmindedly rubbing the site of my recent assault on his virtue. Then he lifted one ruddy eyebrow, turned, and went to bolt the door. 

By the time he turned back, I had made it out of the berth and was standing—a trifle shakily, but still upright—against the frame. He eyed me critically. 

“It’s no going to work, Sassenach,” he said, shaking his head. He looked rather regretful, himself. “We’ll never stay upright, wi’ a swell like there is underfoot tonight, and ye know I’ll not fit in that berth by myself, let alone wi’ you.” 

There was a considerable swell; the lantern on its swivel-bracket hung steady and level, but the shelf above it tilted visibly back and forth as the Artemis rode the waves. I could feel the faint shudder of the boards under my bare feet, and knew Jamie was right. At least he was too absorbed in the discussion to be seasick. 

“There’s always the floor,” I suggested hopefully. He glanced down at the limited floor space and frowned. “Aye, well. There is, but we’d have to do it like snakes, Sassenach, all twined round each other amongst the table legs.” 

“I don’t mind.” 

“No,” he said, shaking his head, “it would hurt your arm.” He rubbed a knuckle across his lower lip, thinking. His eyes passed absently across my body at about hip level, returned, fixed, and lost their focus. I thought the bloody shift must be more transparent than I realized. 

Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I let go my hold on the frame of the berth and lurched the two paces necessary to reach him. The roll of the ship threw me into his arms, and he barely managed to keep his own balance, clutching me tightly round the waist. 

“Jesus!” he said, staggered, and then, as much from reflex as from desire, bent his head and kissed me. 

It was startling. I was accustomed to be surrounded by the warmth of his embrace; now it was I who was hot to the touch and he who was cool. From his reaction, he was enjoying the novelty as much as I was. 

Light-headed, and reckless with it, I nipped the side of his neck with my teeth, feeling the waves of heat from my face pulsate against the column of his throat. He felt it, too. 

“God, you’re like holding a hot coal!” His hands dropped lower and pressed me hard against him. 

“Firm is it? Ha,” I said, getting my mouth free for a moment. “Take those baggy things off.” I slid down his length and onto my knees in front of him, fumbling mazily at his flies. He freed the laces with a quick jerk, and the petticoat breeches ballooned to the floor with a whiff of wind. 

I didn’t wait for him to remove his shirt; just lifted it and took him. He made a strangled sound and his hands came down on my head as though he wanted to restrain me, but hadn’t the strength. 

“Oh, Lord!” he said. His hands tightened in my hair, but he wasn’t trying to push me away. “This must be what it’s like to make love in Hell,” he whispered. “With a burning she-devil.” 

I laughed, which was extremely difficult under the circumstances. I choked, and pulled back a moment, breathless. 

“Is this what a succubus does, do you think?” 

“I wouldna doubt it for a moment,” he assured me. His hands were still in my hair, urging me back. 

A knock sounded on the door, and he froze. Confident that the door was indeed bolted, I didn’t. 

“Aye? What is it?” he said, with a calmness rather remarkable for a man in his position. 

“Fraser?” Lawrence Stern’s voice came through the door. “The Frenchman says the black is asleep, and may he have leave to go to bed now?” 

“No,” said Jamie shortly. “Tell him to stay where he is; I’ll come along and relieve him in a bit.” 

“Oh.” Stern’s voice sounded a little hesitant. “Surely. His … um, his wife seems … eager for him to come now.” 

Jamie inhaled sharply. 

“Tell her,” he said, a small note of strain becoming evident in his voice, “that he’ll be there … presently.” 

“I will say so.” Stern sounded dubious about Marsali’s reception of this news, but then his voice brightened. “Ah … is Mrs. Fraser feeling somewhat improved?” 

“Verra much,” said Jamie, with feeling. 

“She enjoyed the turtle soup?” 

“Greatly. I thank ye.” His hands on my head were trembling. 

“Did you tell her that I’ve put aside the shell for her? It was a fine hawksbill turtle; a most elegant beast.” 

“Aye. Aye, I did.” With an audible gasp, Jamie pulled away and reaching down, lifted me to my feet. 

“Good night, Mr. Stern!” he called. He pulled me toward the berth; we struggled four-legged to keep from crashing into tables and chairs as the floor rose and fell beneath us. 

“Oh.” Lawrence sounded faintly disappointed. “I suppose Mrs. Fraser is asleep, then?” 

“Laugh, and I’ll throttle ye,” Jamie whispered fiercely in my ear. “She is, Mr. Stern,” he called through the door. “I shall give her your respects in the morning, aye?” 

“I trust she will rest well. There seems to be a certain roughness to the sea this evening.” 

“I … have noticed, Mr. Stern.” Pushing me to my knees in front of the berth, he knelt behind me, groping for the hem of my shift. A cool breeze from the open stern window blew over my naked buttocks, and a shiver ran down the backs of my thighs. 

“Should you or Mrs. Fraser find yourselves discommoded by the motion, I have a most capital remedy to hand—a compound of mugwort, bat dung, and the fruit of the mangrove. You have only to ask, you know.” 

Jamie didn’t answer for a moment. 

“Oh, Christ!” he whispered. I took a sizable bite of the bedclothes. 

“Mr. Fraser?” 

“I said, ‘Thank you’!” Jamie replied, raising his voice. 

“Well, I shall bid you a good evening, then.” 

Jamie let out his breath in a long shudder that was not quite a moan. 

“Mr. Fraser?” 

“Good evening, Mr. Stern!” Jamie bellowed. 

“Oh! Er … good evening.” 

Stern’s footsteps receded down the companionway, lost in the sound of the waves that were now crashing loudly against the hull. I spit out the mouthful of quilt. 

“Oh … my … God!” 

His hands were large and hard and cool on my heated flesh. 

“You’ve the roundest arse I’ve ever seen!” 

A lurch by the Artemis here aiding his efforts to an untoward degree, I uttered a loud shriek. 

“Shh!” He clasped a hand over my mouth, bending over me so that he lay over my back, the billowing linen of his shirt falling around me and the weight of him pressing me to the bed. My skin, crazed with fever, was sensitive to the slightest touch, and I shook in his arms, the heat inside me rushing outward as he moved within me.

His hands were under me then, clutching my breasts, the only anchor as I lost my boundaries and dissolved, conscious thought a displaced element in the chaos of sensations—the warm damp of tangled quilts beneath me, the cold sea wind and misty spray that wafted over us from the rough sea outside, the gasp and brush of Jamie’s warm breath on the back of my neck, and the sudden prickle and flood of cold and heat, as my fever broke in a dew of satisfied desire. 

Jamie’s weight rested on my back, his thighs behind mine. It was warm, and comforting. After a long time, his breathing eased, and he rose off me. The thin cotton of my shift was damp, and the wind plucked it away from my skin, making me shiver. 

Jamie closed the window with a snap, then bent and picked me up like a rag doll. He lowered me into the berth, and pulled the quilt up over me. 

“How is your arm?” he said. 

“What arm?” I murmured drowsily. I felt as though I had been melted and poured into a mold to set. 

“Good,” he said, a smile in his voice. “Can ye stand up?” 

“Not for all the tea in China.” 

“I’ll tell Murphy ye liked the soup.” His hand rested for a moment on my cool forehead, passed down the curve of my cheek in a light caress, and then was gone. I didn’t hear him leave.

Voyager: CHAPTER 56 – Turtle Soup

Tease (Derek Hale x Reader)

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader
Request: Yes, by @g0back2bed

Warnings: smutttttttttttttttttttttttt, curse words probably
Word Count: 1,087


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(I meaaaaaan look at himmmmm hes gonna kill me hes so hot ily baby marry me pls)


The buzzing coming from the front pocket of my pants would not stop. I knew what it was, my sexually frustrated girlfriend I had left at home was sending me messages non stop.

I had an important meeting to attend and I couldn’t pay attention with her constant bothering.

I looked around the room full of men who kept talking and talking, when I noticed none of them we’re looking at me I grabbed my phone and unlocked it; only to see several text messages from Y/N. I smiled a little, that girl never stopped until she got what she wanted.

Hey, when are you coming home?
I miss you, get here soon
Did you see where I left my panties from last night?
Derek come on, where did you put them
I’m getting cold down there.


I chuckled and quickly typed a reply



I may or may not have them here with me in my suit pocket.


WHAT?
YOU’RE KIDDING RIGHT?
OMG PLS DON’T DROP THEM, I DON’T WANT ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS BUDDies to see my panties
You little bitch, I found them.
How did they get to the chandelier?


Can you please stop? You made me laugh and now my “business buddies” think I’m crazy



You know, you should be nicer to me, after all I am the reason you’re in a good mood every morning, and every night ;)



And I am the reason we’re not living under a bridge, so please let me work.


I finally locked my phone and placed it on the table, a good five minutes passed before it started buzzing again. Now, I had caught everyone’s attention and they all looked at me with piercing eyes. I cleared my throat before speaking.

“I’m sorry, it’s my doctor. I have an appointment later” it was the best excuse I could come up with, everyone waited for a second and remained silent. Then one of them nodded and the guy that was previously speaking continued talking.


When are you cumming home?? :(
I’m lonely and horny. That’s not a good combination
I know you hate it when I use a vibrator
But my pussy’s so wet
I remembered what we did last night, I’m pretty sure someone heard me
I mean who fucks their girlfriend on the rooftop of his company building?
Then we got home, and you couldn’t wait to get to the bedroom. You fucked me against the front door.
And in the kitchen counter. Then in the hallways, and finally our bed.
I’m getting so wet just by remembering
You want to know what I’m doing?



By this point, the meeting was long forgotten and I had a growing bulge inside my pants. I started typing a message but a voice caught my attention.

“Mr. Hale?” I looked up from my phone to meet several eyes looking at me.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that please?” I said trying to focus on what they were saying. After the guy finished his speech I gave a quick answer to his question and the meeting continued. I turned my attention to my phone again.


What are you doing?


Didn’t you have an “important meeting?


Shut up and tell me what you’re doing


Okay
I’m touching my pussy.
And I picture your fingers going in and out of me instead of mine
Wanna see?


Yes.


Y/N has sent a picture
It’s very wet, you should be here
I just grabbed my vibrator
It’s on and it feels so good
I can’t wait until you get home and fuck me into oblivion
I want your cock inside of me. Filling me and stretching my tight little pussy


You want that?
You want my hard cock inside your pussy?
You want me to eat you out and put my fingers inside your pussy?


Yes


Tell me more. What else do you want?


I want your tongue


Where?


Everywhere
God my ass wants attention too


Show me


Y/N has sent a picture


Put your middle and index fingers inside your pussy and show me


Y/N has sent a picture
It feels so good, I can’t stop


Don’t stop, are you cuming?

I’m almost there
I want your cock inside my ass
And your tongue on my nipples
And your fingers in my pussy, playing with my clit
God, I want you.


Keep doing that. Keep touching yourself and think it’s me. I’m on my way


By this point I didn’t care about the stupid meeting, I had other priorities. I stood up from my chair and again, all eyes were on me.


“Is everything okay, Mr. Hale?” one man asked.

“Yes. I have to go, I have a hot girlfriend waiting for me at home” I smiled and walked out of the meeting room straight to the elevator. Once I got down to the garage I walked to my car and started the engine. The drive home was fast, since I was in such a hurry to get there. I took several shortcuts to avoid traffic and luckily I got home in under ten minutes.

When I stepped inside the house there wasn’t a single sound. I went to my bedroom and found it empty. The bed sheets were messy, and Y/N’s panties were laying on the ground, then I heard a soft moan coming from the bathroom. I took off my coat and threw it somewhere in the room.

I opened the door slowly, careful not to make a sound, 


Y/N was in the shower, water falling from the shower head to her beautiful naked body. Her back was resting against the wall, her eyes closed and head tilted upwards; bottom lip between her teeth. Hands playing with herself.

I started taking off my clothes, but my eyes never left her body. I was being extra careful, I didn’t want to be caught. Once I stripped myself, I took my hard shift and pumped it a few times. I opened the crystal door and walked into the shower. Y/N’s back was facing me, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her towards me. My hands traveling down to her pussy to continue what she had started.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come” she said resting her back against my chest.

“I had to come, I couldn’t leave you all hot, horny and lonely.” I said moving one of my fingers and sliding it into her pussy. “Now, let’s make some new memories for you to remember while I’m gone”

miss politeness ❖ sehun

@sehuns-bubble-txe requestedPlease could you write a Sehun University AU fluffy smut? Like he finds it hard to focus on your study session because you look too good of something? I’ll be fine with anything you guys can work with 😊 I love your writings so far, great job 💕 ~Shazz xx


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1663 words | smut, semi-public sex, voyeurism, just a lot of sehun and idk why teacher baekhyun popped out | velvet

✎ Being in a relationship with a dickhead it’s not simple, but being in a relationship with a horndog is even worse. 


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The Sexual Escapades of the Well-Informed Pureblood, Engaged To The Randy Prat Who Lived - Ch. 1

We made it!  Harry and Draco – our Randy Prat and Innocent Pureblood – have made plans to tie the knot! And @l0vegl0wsinthedark and I want to thank everyone who took that journey with them/us and rooted for the happy ending between them we all hoped for!

So that’s it, right? Engaged=no complications whatsoever?
*cackles *
Well, let’s see:in our very first chapter, Harry and Draco are confronted with something they maybe should have been paying attention to all along, and as this book progresses you’ll find that love doesn’t always make for smooth sailing – although, in the case of the Randy Prat and his now Well-Informed Pureblood Fiance, it usually at least results in some really interesting sex. LOL.

The previous book can be found here: The Sexual Awakening of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived


Content Warnings: Strong sexual content, discussions of mpreg, moment of non-consensual violence (that is addressed).

Chapter One: Well Done, Chosen One:

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Schoolwork time! I worked more on this project this semester, which means more Ishke! This time as a tiny sapling kid. I ditched the lineart completely with this and went straight from the thumbnail, so yes actual painting practise!! Again, I definitely need to practise it waaaay more often, but at least this turned out kind of pretty I think.

I need to paint something other than Ishke though, I have few more illustrations with him/the world he lives in from this semester and some cool worldbuilding development (that started with me questioning if tree people have nipples)(I’m serious) but I’m really burnt out from doing that for an entire year as schoolwork :l

Car Sex AU

Like a crystalline diamond, sunbeams scattered and enveloped the air. Lexa shielded her eyes from the last reaching grasps of sunlight as dusk settled the winding roads they chugged along, radio blaring, mind occupied with the girlfriend texting away beside her, she licked her lips and smiled because amongst all the tiny tragedies of life, blissful perfect moments like this existed too.

“My parents are home.” Clarke whined and threw her phone beside the seat in a huff. “I’d invite you in…”

“But your mom would give me the Spanish inquisition.” Clarke pouted and nodded at that, leaning over to kiss her girlfriend’s neck. Lexa sighed into it, smiling as she did. “Remind me, why did we tell her the truth?”

“Because she’s not stupid and I’ve never cared so much about AP Calculus in my life.” Clarke chuckled, dragging her mouth along the exposed section of shoulder between Lexa’s vest and neck.

It was good whilst it lasted, Lexa thought. It all started innocently enough, she was assigned to Clarke as her student assistant. The theorem of integrals and tabular data quickly turned into long study sessions and Gossip Girl binges, which then turned into sleepovers, which then turned into desperate quiet sex with hands covering gasps and pillows absorbing helpless moans whilst her parents sat downstairs marvelling at their daughter’s academic one-eighty.

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The idea of Susie as Lady Macbeth (”look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under't”) is actually pretty ominous because she turns out to be the power behind the throne (perhaps she surpasses the Mage in either power or bloodlust) but ultimately succumbs to her overwhelming ambition and innate cruelty.

Extra points if Susie ends up causing harm to her asshole son (”I have given suck and know how tender ‘tis to love the babe that milks me. I would, while it was smiling in my face, have plucked my nipple from its boneless gums and dashed its brains out had I so sworn as you have done to this") to prove her worth as a servant of the Mage.

Extra points for season two being set in a fantasy kingdom and Lady Macbeth’s greatest crime being regicide.

Better Together (Smut) Part One

Request: Heya hey can you do one where you and shawn are best friends but then sleep together its gets awkward after but then you both decide to try a relationship? (Lil smutty and fluffy?) haha ur stories are cute!!

Word Count: 2,466

A/N: Again a two part, because it became rather long. 

Better Together (Smut) Part One

“Cheers to you being home… for a while at least” I yelled, trying to out speak the noise in the bar. Shawn clucked at me, before raising his glass clinging it into mine.

“And our new apartment together” he hurried to say.

“And our friendship” I joined in, laughing.

“Best friend for ever, bitch” Shawn smiled at me.

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Our adventures... Names changed of course! Part 4

Months went by and Jane and I grew closer to each other. We never had dating rules or any hang-ups, which was great since we could say anything to each other.  Because both of us were very laid back, as a couple we quickly scaled our learning curve about each other and realized what we did and didn’t like. I didn’t feel like Jane was ready to hear about my bi side and my bi experiences in depth so I would tell her about my experiences bit by bit. She would tell me about hers, which I made no secret that it really turned me on. We were in love, and my time in this town was coming close to an end, it was time to move again and I wanted to take Jane with me. I wanted to commit to her, but didn’t feel it was the right thing to do until she knew all about my sexuality. So painfully, I dragged it on as long as I could.

I had now received a new job offer in Toronto, Canada and was to move there for couple years. When it was about 6 months there, it was time to visit Toronto for the summer to look for a place to stay. Jane wanted to come since she had never been to Toronto before; we decided to make it a vacation trip for a few days. Of course, no trip to another place was complete without meeting with the local flavor. So I put up a craigslist post to meet couples…bi couples. Just like here in the US, there is no shortage of replies from single guys and husbands replying without any intention for both of them to meet. Knowing this takes time; we had posted a while before we were to visit Toronto to look for an apartment. Eventually we narrowed down to 3 couples and decided to meet one.  We set a date and one Saturday after we spent the whole day looking for a place to rent, we were happy wind down and meet the couple at a local pub.

The couple we had decided to meet was in their early 40’s, so older than us. But age has never stopped us unless the people we played with looked like our parents or grandparents. Intelligence was key, and we didn’t really care for the looks department unless they had a face only their mother would look at. That being said, Jane was pickier than I was and she always got the last say. Needless to say, if she had said yes to what I said yes to, we would have been with a lot more couples. Over the time we’ve played, I had come to realize that she was usually right on when she said that we should meet someone I had been chatting with on the Internet. They seemed to look much older in person, or were flaky, or something that would turn us off and not have a great night that we would have otherwise had with people that we genuinely clicked with.  I was hoping tonight would be one of those nights we would have a great time. The weather in Toronto in spring was great, we had a lovely time outdoors, and had found an apartment right by a park, in a quiet neighborhood, it also had a public pool, so we were both happy and very excited to move to Toronto soon. Needless to say Jane was in a great mood, which is great for me since she tends to open up more and be more engaged with people who we meet rather than be shy. Either ways, she is always the first one to get naked in the bedroom when we all finally move to get more comfortable. So the shyness never really lasts as long…. I love it! That evening we showered to get the smell of the Toronto sweat off our bodies, we showered together and we played with each other in the bathroom.  As Jane turned around, I reached around her body playing with her perky breasts and those sweet tits. She loves her nipples lightly squeezed during foreplay, but when it get close to an orgasm, she loves it squeezed harder, but never to the point of those who are into the hardcore BDSM. Finding the right pressure has been a trial and error for me, but I want to say I have figured it out… sometimes. As I was pinching her nipples one at a time, she just stood still, enjoying the sensations and let out a soft moan. My left hand then slowly moved down to her shaved pussy and I found her clit with my finger searching through her soft lips. I knew I found the spot when I heard a loud short moan and I gently proceeded to play with it with my finger. Rubbing it, circling it, occasionally lightly flicking it, trying different combinations to keep her guessing. To the tone of my rubs, she started to slowly motion her hips back and forth as though being fucked and finger fucking her clit with my finger. I knew she loved it. Keeping my hand there, I moved back and my hard dick was no longer wedged between her ass, pushing by her hole. It was a long hard and thick 7 ½ and was ready to fuck any hole it could get into. But I wanted to wait for the night to unload all the cum I had built up over 2 days so I decided not to. Instead, I bent her over just a little bit more. She leaned on the wall under the shower as the warm water continued to fall on her back and roll down between her lovely ass crack. I lightly slapped her right ass cheek and she let out an approving moan. I took the index finger of my right hand and lightly played with her pussy as I continued to play with her clit with my left hand. I teased her pussy by running my finger up and down her wet slit; I could feel her juices flowing out of her pussy. Occasionally I would slowly finger fuck her with one finger, and then with two.  She would let out a moan every time. I leaned forward to look at her face, her eyes closed, and mouth open, she was bliss. I love eating pussy, and I love to eat it more after I have made a woman cum. There is something about the smell and the taste of it all that just drives me nuts. So each time after a few strokes of my finger (s) inside her, I would take it out, and smell her, taste her… just mesmerized. After doing this a few times, as I was playing with the wet slit of her pussy, I gathered all the juices as I could with one finger and slowly moved it back, running my finger across the place between the edge of her pussy and ass, waiting for her approval, or rather to see if she would disapprove. Now of all the women I have played with in the past, no one has enjoyed being played with her ass as much as Jane. She is up for it most of the time, and when she is, it is just great!!! So I have come to respect that and whenever she doesn’t want to have ass play, I just don’t push it. This time she didn’t object, so I slowly placed the tip of my right index finger at the edge of her hole. I slowly bent the tip of my finger so as to lightly apply pressure on her sphincter and waited, it relaxed and I slowly entered and I heard a louder moan. As I was in, I continued to push in and out and continued to finger fuck her ass. With each thrust I went deeper and deeper till I could not go in any more. She began to quiver. To give you an idea of how much Jane enjoys ass play, she is the only woman I have ever made cum by just playing with her ass. I don’t mean fingering, finger fucking or even fucking her ass, but just my tongue and her ass without even going inside. So I know she really loves it! As we were there in the shower, my hands wrapped around her, and her sexy body, wet with the shower and leaning forward with her eyes closed, moaning and in bliss, I began rubbing her clit firmly with my left hand and fucking her ass with my right. She approvingly moaned and began to thrust her hips with every in stroke of finger inside her ass. I knew she wanted it deeper but I just did not want to cum ahead of our  (hopefully) play tonight. I continued to do what I was doing, and her moans and thrusts began to get louder and deeper. By now, I could tell when she is getting closer to cumming and how hard it will be. This one was going to be long and hard. She became quiet, her body tensed up, she grabbed my left hand with her right and pushed it firm on her clit, and that meant rub harder! As she held firm pressure on my hand, she balanced herself with her left hand on the wall and continued to thrust her hips back at me, coordinating with my finger fucking her ass. Every time I pushed in with my finger, she pushed back with her hips and the closer she got to her orgasm, the harder those thrusts became until her whole body quivered and she came steadily for over 10 minutes. When she cums, she is loud and I was hoping no one were in their rooms or walking by ours, but secretly I hoped someone was listening because I loved to show Jane off. As her orgasm finally subsided, I slowed down my thrusts and stopped, we just stood there for a minute, quiet. “Honey, that was awesome, you really know what to do to me,” she said. “I know honey, you are awesome, I just love the slut in you and I love you!” “We got to get ready to go” I said, with that I stepped out of the shower and proceeded to get dressed. “Ok, I’ll be right out” she said. As I was getting dressed, I was curious to know what Jane would be wearing.  I was hoping that she would wear the gray wraparound that she had sewed. It hugs her body so well, and more importantly makes a nice deep “V” going down well below her breasts and showing off her breastbone. Thankfully that is what she chose. Her lingerie of choice that day was a red bra and red thong.  Jane’s breasts are perky and hold well. So I never knew why she would wear a bra, especially when we would go to meet and play with another couple.  Like I mentioned before, she is very shy and self-aware in public, but in private, she is a real cat in bed. So this time, I convinced her to just wear her thong and nothing else beneath that wraparound which to my surprise she did. Sooooo sexy!!!!! I wanted to fuck her then and there, but had to resist the temptation and we dragged ourselves out of the hotel room.

We mapped the pub we were to meet our couple, Peter and Raquel, and it turned out it was just a couple blocks away from the hotel we were staying. So we decided to walk it up since it was a beautiful evening, and since we were staying down town, close to the lake, we could have a little look around as we made our way to the pub. When we finally got there, it looked like a nice place, mostly full of young people. Of course there was a hockey match between the Toronto Blue Jays and Chicago, and in Canada nothing is bigger than hockey, so of course it was loud. We looked at each other and were hoping that this was going to be a quiet night; just then we received a text saying that they were in the back dining area. As we made our way to the back, it grew quieter, phew! Nice to have a quiet area so we aren’t shouting over each other to make a conversation. As we approached the dining area in the back, our eyes gaze the room to find that face we had seen in picture. Jane was the first one to find them and nudged my hand, “there they are” she said and we made our way towards them. They saw us and stood up to greet us. Peter was in his mid 40s had a distinguished look with salt and pepper hair. He had a bit of an accent since he was French Canadian. We shook hands and formally introduced ourselves, I introduced Jane, and he in his typical French Canadian way leaned in and pecked her on the cheek, Jane giggled and returned the favor. All during this, I stood by and was checking Raquel out, she was looking at me and smiling and after Jane and Peter were done exchanging pleasantries, he introduced me to his wife Raquel, who was a bit younger than him, in her early 40’s. She was dressed in a cute top with a short denim skirt. The collar of her top was low enough that I could see she was big breasted and her bra was holding up those puppies. She was shorter than Jane with dark hair and coffee skin. She was from Spain and they had met while he was on a business trip she said.  The four of us sat down, ordered drinks and dinner and talked as the night passed. Our typical dates are where we begin with talking about regular stuff, the weather, the town, and try to get to know the other couple. Jane was getting tipsy, and I could tell by her interaction with the other couple that she was into them. From our side, the night was a go, and we just had to see what they thought of us. As the night came to an end, Peter looked at Jane and I and said, “we had a nice time and would like to join you two tonight if the feeling is mutual.” Jane knows that I am a go most of the time, and that the decision usually is hers. She looked at me with a smile on her face and I smiled and nodded. “We’d love to have you come over to our room, it’s not too far from here.” Sure, you lead; we’ll follow said Raquel. As we headed down the busy and bustling street of downtown Toronto, we walked and chatted as we went along. I could see Peter checking out Jane and Jane checking out Raquel, and as for me, I was checking out everyone, including some of the women in their skimpy outfits out for a fun night. Eventually, we make it to the hotel and we quietly sneaked them into our room. I’m sure the hotel has security cameras but…. Who cares!!!

As we went up to our room it was so difficult for the four of us to keep our hands to ourselves. It was a different story once we got to the room.  Jane and I are quite to ourselves when we are in the swinger social gatherings, but once we get started, it is a totally different story. We are both very open in bed, and there is never any drama or jealousy, but just pure pleasure watching each other with someone else.  Although Jane has always been shy and anxious meeting other couples or singles in the past, the consistent theme has been that once we all get to the bedroom, she was always the first one to get naked! I loved that about her!!!

In our room, I turned on the TV to the music channel to have some background noise. I had a bottle of red Syrah and poured it in the cheap hotel plastic cups for the four of us. Peter sat in the chair by the window, and Raquel sat next to him, I was standing while Jane sat on the bed close to Peter. As we made awkward small talk, I knew we all wanted to fuck each other’s brains out, but we all were shy to make the first move. As we began to veer off topic to non-sexual stuff, I tried to get us back to sex. I felt like we needed to get going soon and not have a bummer night. “So, I hear the strip clubs here in Toronto are great”. “Yes said Raquel with a grin on her face”, “So I take it you two have been to one”. “We frequent a strip club called La Chique downtown” she said. It’s not too far from here. “Hmm, we should try it sometime Jane”, I said looking at her. “You know, I nudged Jane in the direction of being bi, since she always loved cock and cum. I didn’t really know the times she had her face buried in a pussy was because she enjoyed it or if she was doing it for me.” I paused as I turned to Jane and winked. “I was sure that she liked playing with women when we went to this strip club in Wisconsin once, the stripper was giving her a lap dance, and she was so turned on that when the stripper leaned in, she almost went to make out with her, it was so spontaneous, wild and the kinkiest thing I have ever seen from Jane” With that my dick got hard in an instant because I remembered that night so clearly. As a couple, we had a great time at the strip club, and most strippers were giving us so much attention and we had a blast with them. One striper in particular, was the more competitive one and really loved her job. She had Jane so turned on, when we got home, my clothes were ripped off and I was fucked into pure ecstasy.

“You know, Peter gives a sexy lap dance” Said Raquel. This was my chance, I knew, we could begin this way. “Is that so, I questioned” “Who would you dance for here?” I asked, I wanted to just volunteer Jane, but didn’t want to put her on the spot. Since we were all pansexual, I didn’t really care if he picked me, but I wanted to see him get started with Jane. “Jane come here, he said as he stood up and motioned her to sit in his chair” Jane stood up instantly; I could tell she wanted to get started as well. ”Is this ok?” he asked. Yhea! She cooed. As Peter began to dance for her to the lousy music being played on the TV, I was getting turned on and began to play with my cock. Not noticing, Raquel had come by and was standing next to me. She began to feel my hard dick through my pants, and I looked at her and brought her close to make out with her. I grabbed her by the waist as I pulled her closer, her hand on my cock at all times, She leaned in as we kissed and our tongues played with each other in our mouth. We stopped momentarily to see what was going on, and Peter was shirtless as Jane was unbuckling his pants, and I got a glimpse of her sliding his pants down. As his undershorts slid down, his hard cock sprang up in full view of us, and a very excited Jane. She grabbed his hardness by her right hand, cupping his balls with her left. She slowly leaned in, maintaining eye contact with peter while opening her mouth and taking his cock in and slowly swallowing whole till the tip of his cock reached the back of her throat. Jane loves to please a man, and she is quite submissive as well. I have seen her be very obedient to any guy that has played with her. At the same time, she loves to make a man happy with her blowing skills and will always start slow, playing with a cock and taking it deep to let a man know what is coming. Sure enough, peter loved it, as he arched back and let out a load moan and held Jane by her head and began to slowly fuck her face. Jane instinctively dropped her hands by her side, offered no resistance, but just opened her mouth wider and sucked harder to please the man she was sucking. More Raquel and I watched those two, more turned on we got. I could see the lust in Raquel’s eyes as she pushed me to sit on the edge of the bed. She unbuckled my pants and pulled my jeans and undershorts in one clean swoop. I was hard and my cock sprang out in front of her face. I was clearly bigger than Peter and uncut. Her eyes grew wide and she let out a slutty grin. She grabbed my cock, and slowly stroked me to pull my foreskin back and then stroked forward. In doing so, precum started to flow out of my cock. She looked at me, smiled, leaned in and stuck her tongue out. She bent over and licked my dick right from the base of my shaft to the tip, lapping up every single drop of pre cum along the way. As she reached the top, she looked up once more, smiled, opened her mouth wide and took me in as deep as she could. She couldn’t go as deep as Jane does with me, but it was pretty deep. Her mouth felt so different.

Jane and I have talked in the past, when we were just starting out playing with others. We’ve found the key to a successful adventure is to make sure we have an open line of communication and are extremely honest with each other. Our sex life is awesome, and we’ve probably explored each other more in the first six months of our relationship than what most couples have done in their first year of marriage. We both agree that we are extremely satisfied. After having sucked, eaten, fucked others, we have agreed that the touch, and feel of others is different. This is not necessarily good different or bad different, but pleasurable different. We still enjoy having different feel to sex and that is what we like about swinging. I know Jane loves to have a thicker cock than mine, and although she won’t admit it, the last a guy fucked her who was thicker than I was, I could see by the look in her eyes, rolled over eyes that is, that she was in heaven.  It was the best sight ever!!!

As I hear Peter moan to what I am sure was the most awesome blowjob of his life by Jane, I was focused on Raquel, whose head I had between my hands and I was actively face fucking her as well. All of sudden I felt the bed move and I saw Peter push Jane onto the bed, spread her legs and start to go down on her. Jane loved her pussy eaten regardless of who does it. I could tell she was enjoying this one! I leaned over and kissed her and started playing with her tits. Sucking on them, nibbling on them, lightly biting them. Making sure at all times that I was playing close attention to both her tits. I could tell, as she was getting closer to orgasm, I got more aggressive on sucking and nibbling on her tits. She loved it. Having done this few times to Jane, I have learned how to do it right. She doesn’t like to be sucked aggressively initially as it often hurts, but as she gets close to cumming, suck away, and I have pinched her nipples harder and sucked harder when she is cumming and it has often made her cum even harder. Love it!!! And sure enough Jane came and boy is she loud when she cums. It was a good thing I had the TV on and loud which probably and hopefully helped drown some of the sound. As she simmered down, Peter continued to eat her. I just stepped back as he reached up and had each of his hand on each of her breasts squeezing her nipples and getting her going for another orgasm. As I sat up again, I made eye contact with Raquel. She had black hair, and as I parted them to see her face, I got a full visual of her and her mouth sucking on my hard dick. She sucked differently than Jane did. We often talk about this, about what really excites us, and as I probably have mentioned before, we like the feel of others that may very well be different than what Jane and I do to each other. It is not good or bad, but just different.

I picked Raquel up and brought her towards me, we looked at each other and started to make out. Our tongues played in each other’s mouths. I usually don’t initiate that because some women don’t really like it. But I have to say, 9 out of 10 times, I always get a tongue in, and like it! As we kissed, I could taste my precum in her mouth and I knew it was now her turn to be pleased. I leaned over in her ear and whispered, “Can I eat you?” Like anyone would say no… “Yes” she replied. So I got up and laid her next to Jane who was now on her 3rd orgasm, Kissed Raquel one more time on her lips as we locked in a passionate make out session. I could feel my hard dick rubbing on her belly and the precum that I was oozing out lubricating the friction. I slid my dick down so that it was pointing up, but between the lips of her pussy, really not entering it, but having the lower part of the head of my dick against her clit. She was so wet, that the lubrication from that and my precum was plenty, and as I kissed her, I slowly motioned my hips to move my dick up and down, teasing her clit, but never entering her. By the looks of it, I knew it was driving her crazy, I could tell she wanted to be fucked, she would do everything she could my moving her hips to get my dick to enter her warm wet pussy, but I did everything I could to not let that happen, but let me take my time. We were both enjoying every moment of this playful prolongation of the inevitable. As I rubbed by dick, I would occasionally go down on her breasts and grab them in my hand and suck on her nipples. Raquel was brown skinned, and hard darker nipples than Jane did, but who cares. I like them all ;) I took my time playing with each of them, and continued to rub my dick on her clit at the same time. By the sounds Raquel was making, her moans got louder and louder, and I could tell that she was getting close to cumming. So as I do to Jane, I began to suck and pinch harder, but at the same time mindful of not crossing the line. Her moans grew louder, and then all of a sudden got muffled and quiet. Looking up, Jane was now on her hands and knees, making out with Raquel and they were not locked in a tongue exchange and Peter was now on his back eating Jane out as he had his hands around Jane’s hips pulling her down as Jane rubbed her pussy on Peter’s face. The timing was perfect, and the moans got louder and louder and I witnessed Jane and Raquel has a loud orgasm together at the same time. Boy did I feel good and I hadn’t even cum yet! Peter stood up with a smile on his face, hi-fived each other!

I so want to taste you Raquel, I said looking at her and she smiled at me. I looked at Jane and “Go for it!” was her reply. So I slid down, kissing her body and her belly button on my way and slowly parted her legs as I got down to between her legs. She was all shaved, just like Jane, and had a cute pussy with a prominent clit, which I am sure my now was all engorged. I slid my fingers between her lips, as I went to the top, drew circles around her clit, as I travelled down, through the wetness of her hole sliding down to the edge of her pussy, made circles around her ass, but being mindful of not entering it. By the sound of it, it seemed like she enjoyed it. I drew closer and started playing with the insides of her thigh and groin with my tongue, my mouth and my teeth trying to get a sense of what she liked. Tongue and mouth it was, so I continued to do more of it. As I looked up, I saw that Jane was sitting on Raquel’s face, rubbing her pussy over the ever-accepting mouth of Raquel. Next to Jane stood Peter, with his hard dick that Jane was playing with. As I was playing with Raquel’s clit, I had my eyes on Jane, I love watching her suck a guy and this one was no different. In the past, she has mentioned to me that she loves to suck a cock, and pleasing a man and especially giving him a good orgasm. She also likes cum, which not all women do, and I have never seen her spill a drop. She loves to get every single drop out and more and she is so good at it. Watching her please a man right in front of me, and at this time, Peter, is such a turn on. I finally stopped teasing Raquel and went in. I grabbed her by her thighs, and moved her legs over my shoulder. She was so wet and I couldn’t help myself as I stuck out my tongue and slid it up and down her slit. As I moved up, I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue occasionally flicking it, as I went down, would fuck her pussy with my tongue and lap up all her cum and juices from her previous orgasms. I did this many times over as Jane continued to deep throat Peter and suck him hard and as she continued to rub her pussy on Raquel’s mouth. Raquel’s muffled moans got louder, and I could tell Jane was closer to cumming, and I could see Peter grabbing her by the head and once again face fucking her. This was mu cue to get more aggressive. I buried my face over Raquel’s clit and ate her as hard as I could, but at the same time as gently as I could. Sure enough the two women came very hard and Peter and I had the pleasure of watching their quivering bodies right in front of us. We decided to sit back and have a breather.

Peter and I got off the bed and were grabbing a drink and talking about Toronto, trying to get an idea of what the city was like. We were both hard and on occasions our dicks would touch, but we really didn’t care. It’s nice to find a couple who are just go with the flow kind, who have nothing to prove or have insecurities, but just like to have a good time. “You have a nice cock Dan” Said Peter as he grabbed it and gave it a few playful strokes. “Thanks’ Peter, Looking at you, I’m sure Jane will enjoy you inside her, I see she has already enjoyed sucking you”, “OH Yhea” said Peter, “She sucks good” “Just like Raquel does,” I replied. “I like it when we play with couples who enjoy foreplay as much as we do, especially eating and sucking” I said, Peter nodded his head in agreement, “and speaking of eating, have a look over there, as he motioned to the bed”. I turned around and saw the sexiest sight I could see!!! Jane was sitting by the head of the bed, her legs spread, with Raquel on her hands and knees buried between Jane’s legs eating her out. Jane with her back arched, eyes shut and head towards the celling and Raquel’s sweet ass in the air. I sooooo wanted to eat Raquel again; moreover I just wanted to fuck Raquel as she was eating Jane out. “Oh, I got to go join in Peter, wanna come?” I asked. “I’m going to sit this one out, I want to watch Raquel in action” he replied. “Fair enough” I said. “How does Raquel feel about having her ass played with” “Oh she loves it!” replied peter with wide-eyed grin. “Do you think she’ll mind if I played with her ass with my tongue? I really want to ask her, but I really don’t want to interrupt what is going on” “I don’t think she will, she has let other guys play with her ass in the past, and to my knowledge has never said no, so I think you’re safe to go for it” “OK” I replied with a big smile and felt my dick get harder!!! Peter and I moved closer to the bed, as I stood right in line with Jane and Raquel, I could see Raquel’s slit and her ass looking straight at me with her wet pussy almost dripping out. Peter took a seat on a love seat next to the bed with a drink in his hand, stroking himself as he watched Jane. I stood there as long as I could as I watched Jane have another orgasm, and I couldn’t take it any more, I moved forward and slid my cock up and down Raquel’s wet slit slowly rubbing and moving it to the edge of her hole without entering… I did not want to fuck her yet. I then leaned forward on my knees, and looked at Peter again, he knew exactly what I was thinking as he gave me the thumbs up. I grabbed her gently by the hips, and once again started to move my tongue up and down her slit, lapping up her juices. Only this time, I moved up and began rimming her. She let out a loud moan. I took that as a yes and began playing with her pussy and her ass this time, just the way I like to do it with Jane and soon enough had Raquel have another orgasm. I moved up to Raquel and we made out again, I spread Jane’s legs wider and we both started to eat Jane out together. When she realized what was going on, she was so excited, all I could hear out of Jane was “Oh my god, oh my god” again and again. Raquel and I went to town!!! We ate, licked, sucked, nibbled Jane’s pussy, and occasionally would lap up her cum and juices and make out with each other, tasting Jane in each other’s mouth. We just did very combination possible and had orgasm twice. After number two, we decided to stop and Jane was just laid there in bed trying to catch her breath. I saw peter get up and walk towards Jane, he looked at me, and I smiled, nodded and gave him a wink. Raquel and I got off, and I took Peter’s place in the love seat with my hard dick pointing to the ceiling. When Jane opened her eyes, she saw Peter standing there by the edge of the bed, she looked for me and saw me sitting nearby with a smile on my face, and she knew I was ready to watch her perform. She motioned Peter to come over, and he obliged by climbing in bed as Jane once again spread her legs and she straddled himself between her legs. They started exploring each other, caressing each other, making other with each other, kissing, and fondling each other like new lovers exploring one another rather than your porn movie wham bam for an hour. I love watching that. By the corner of my eye, I saw Raquel standing next to me as she rubbed my shoulder. I grabbed her hand and pulled her down to sit with me, she grabbed my cock, and sat in a way that she was on my lap, but she positioned her pussy right over my dick and slowly slid it in her as she sat on me. She didn’t fuck me or anything, and all this time, I was just inside her, feeling her warm wet pussy around my dick, as we hugged each other watching our lovers with each other playing right in front of us. We watched as Jane grabbed Peter’s thick cock and guided it inside her pussy and they began fucking and as their moan’s grew louder and louder, I saw peter’s thrusts get harder and stronger, and watched Jane spread her legs even more to give him full access to his hard thrusts and as she would try and push his hips deeper inside her with each thrust. I knew it was only a matter of time, and sure enough they both came together. It was so freakin’ hot, this is why I love watching Jane with someone else, as she looks incredibly gorgeous while she’s fucking. I love to watch it from a distance from time to time. After their orgasm subsided, peter laid on Jane for a bit as they gathered their breath. Raquel and I moved in. We started fucking right next to them and She once again climbed over me as I lay in bed next to Jane. They got up, and sat by the edge of the bed as they watched Raquel and I fuck. Jane’s view was from the back as she got to see Raquel ride me and watch my thick hard dick go in and out of her wet pussy with her cum and juices dripping down my shaft and balls. She rode me harder and harder till we both came hard and I filled her pussy with my load. Good thing for birth control!

We were just done by the end of it, and this was one of the best sex we’d had with another couple. But it was time to say good night. We hugged and kissed each other and exchanged numbers and emails to keep in touch. After they left, we were just too horny and got in bed to make love again. We could taste Peter and Raquel as we made out, and I could still feel Jane’s wet pussy, which was probably a combination of Jane and Peter’s cum. We went down on each other, and sure we tasted each other and our lovers’ who had just left and once again fucked till we came…. twice. Now we were done. We got ready for bed, washed up and cuddled after a memorable night of fucking…. Literally our brains out!

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Somebody To Love // Jimmy Darling

Originally posted by psycho-tate-ahs

A/N: I apologize, this is actual trash and I basically hate it tbh. Sorry guys.

Warnings: Smut, language.

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Is this really turtle soup?

I’ve never had it before. It’s marvelous.” 

Jamie was unmoved by contemplation of Fergus’s tender state. 

“Aye, well, he’ll be wed a long time,” he said callously. “Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?” 

“Absence,” I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. “And fonder. If anything’s growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn’t be his heart.” 

“That’s verra bawdy talk for a respectable marrit woman,” Jamie said reprovingly, sticking the spoon in my mouth. “And inconsiderate, forbye.”

 I swallowed. “Inconsiderate?” 

“I’m a wee bit firm myself at the moment,” he replied evenly, dipping and spooning. “What wi’ you sitting there wi’ your hair loose and your nipples starin’ me in the eye, the size of cherries.” 

I glanced down involuntarily, and the next spoonful bumped my nose. Jamie clicked his tongue, and picking up a cloth, briskly blotted my bosom with it. It was quite true that my shift was made of thin cotton, and even when dry, reasonably easy to see through. 

“It’s not as though you haven’t seen them before,” I said, amused. 

He laid down the cloth and raised his brows. 

“I have drunk water every day since I was weaned,” he pointed out. “It doesna mean I canna be thirsty, still.” He picked up the spoon. “You’ll have a wee bit more?” 

“No, thanks,” I said, dodging the oncoming spoon. “I want to hear more about this firmness of yours.” 

“No, ye don’t; you’re ill.” 

“I feel much better,” I assured him. “Shall I have a look at it?” He was wearing the loose petticoat breeches the sailors wore, in which he could easily have concealed three or four dead mullet, let alone a fugitive firmness. 

“You shall not,” he said, looking slightly shocked. “Someone might come in. And I canna think your looking at it would help a bit.” 

“Well, you can’t tell that until I have looked at it, can you?” I said. “Besides, you can bolt the door.” 

“Bolt the door? What d’ye think I’m going to do? Do I look the sort of man would take advantage of a woman who’s not only wounded and boiling wi’ fever, but drunk as well?” he demanded. He stood up, nonetheless. 

“I am not drunk,” I said indignantly. “You can’t get drunk on turtle soup!” Nonetheless, I was conscious that the glowing warmth in my stomach seemed to have migrated somewhat lower, taking up residence between my thighs, and there was undeniably a slight lightness of head not strictly attributable to fever. 

“You can if ye’ve been drinking turtle soup as made by Aloysius O’Shaughnessy Murphy,” he said. “By the smell of it, he’s put at least a full bottle o’ the sherry in it. A verra intemperate race, the Irish.” 

“Well, I’m still not drunk.” I straightened up against the pillows as best I could. “You told me once that if you could still stand up, you weren’t drunk.” 

“You aren’t standing up,” he pointed out. 

“You are. And I could if I wanted to. Stop trying to change the subject. We were talking about your firmness.” 

“Well, ye can just stop talking about it, because—” He broke off with a small yelp, as I made a fortunate grab with my left hand. 

“Clumsy, am I?” I said, with considerable satisfaction. “Oh, my. Heavens, you do have a problem, don’t you?” 

“Will ye leave go of me?” he hissed, looking frantically over his shoulder at the door. “Someone could come in any moment!”

“I told you you should have bolted the door,” I said, not letting go. Far from being a dead mullet, the object in my hand was exhibiting considerable liveliness. 

He eyed me narrowly, breathing through his nose. 

“I wouldna use force on a sick woman,” he said through his teeth, “but you’ve a damn healthy grip for someone with a fever, Sassenach. If you—” 

“I told you I felt better,” I interrupted, “but I’ll make you a bargain; you bolt the door and I’ll prove I’m not drunk.” I rather regretfully let go, to indicate good faith. He stood staring at me for a moment, absentmindedly rubbing the site of my recent assault on his virtue. Then he lifted one ruddy eyebrow, turned, and went to bolt the door. 

By the time he turned back, I had made it out of the berth and was standing—a trifle shakily, but still upright—against the frame. He eyed me critically. 

“It’s no going to work, Sassenach,” he said, shaking his head. He looked rather regretful, himself. “We’ll never stay upright, wi’ a swell like there is underfoot tonight, and ye know I’ll not fit in that berth by myself, let alone wi’ you.” 

There was a considerable swell; the lantern on its swivel-bracket hung steady and level, but the shelf above it tilted visibly back and forth as the Artemis rode the waves. I could feel the faint shudder of the boards under my bare feet, and knew Jamie was right. At least he was too absorbed in the discussion to be seasick. 

“There’s always the floor,” I suggested hopefully. He glanced down at the limited floor space and frowned. “Aye, well. There is, but we’d have to do it like snakes, Sassenach, all twined round each other amongst the table legs.” 

“I don’t mind.” 

“No,” he said, shaking his head, “it would hurt your arm.” He rubbed a knuckle across his lower lip, thinking. His eyes passed absently across my body at about hip level, returned, fixed, and lost their focus. I thought the bloody shift must be more transparent than I realized. 

Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I let go my hold on the frame of the berth and lurched the two paces necessary to reach him. The roll of the ship threw me into his arms, and he barely managed to keep his own balance, clutching me tightly round the waist. 

“Jesus!” he said, staggered, and then, as much from reflex as from desire, bent his head and kissed me. 

It was startling. I was accustomed to be surrounded by the warmth of his embrace; now it was I who was hot to the touch and he who was cool. From his reaction, he was enjoying the novelty as much as I was. 

Light-headed, and reckless with it, I nipped the side of his neck with my teeth, feeling the waves of heat from my face pulsate against the column of his throat. He felt it, too. 

“God, you’re like holding a hot coal!” His hands dropped lower and pressed me hard against him. 

“Firm is it? Ha,” I said, getting my mouth free for a moment. “Take those baggy things off.” I slid down his length and onto my knees in front of him, fumbling mazily at his flies. He freed the laces with a quick jerk, and the petticoat breeches ballooned to the floor with a whiff of wind. 

I didn’t wait for him to remove his shirt; just lifted it and took him. He made a strangled sound and his hands came down on my head as though he wanted to restrain me, but hadn’t the strength. 

“Oh, Lord!” he said. His hands tightened in my hair, but he wasn’t trying to push me away. “This must be what it’s like to make love in Hell,” he whispered. “With a burning she-devil.” 

I laughed, which was extremely difficult under the circumstances. I choked, and pulled back a moment, breathless. 

“Is this what a succubus does, do you think?” 

“I wouldna doubt it for a moment,” he assured me. His hands were still in my hair, urging me back. 

A knock sounded on the door, and he froze. Confident that the door was indeed bolted, I didn’t. 

“Aye? What is it?” he said, with a calmness rather remarkable for a man in his position. 

“Fraser?” Lawrence Stern’s voice came through the door. “The Frenchman says the black is asleep, and may he have leave to go to bed now?” 

“No,” said Jamie shortly. “Tell him to stay where he is; I’ll come along and relieve him in a bit.” 

“Oh.” Stern’s voice sounded a little hesitant. “Surely. His … um, his wife seems … eager for him to come now.” 

Jamie inhaled sharply. 

“Tell her,” he said, a small note of strain becoming evident in his voice, “that he’ll be there … presently.” 

“I will say so.” Stern sounded dubious about Marsali’s reception of this news, but then his voice brightened. “Ah … is Mrs. Fraser feeling somewhat improved?” 

“Verra much,” said Jamie, with feeling. 

“She enjoyed the turtle soup?” 

“Greatly. I thank ye.” His hands on my head were trembling. 

“Did you tell her that I’ve put aside the shell for her? It was a fine hawksbill turtle; a most elegant beast.” 

“Aye. Aye, I did.” With an audible gasp, Jamie pulled away and reaching down, lifted me to my feet. 

“Good night, Mr. Stern!” he called. He pulled me toward the berth; we struggled four-legged to keep from crashing into tables and chairs as the floor rose and fell beneath us. 

“Oh.” Lawrence sounded faintly disappointed. “I suppose Mrs. Fraser is asleep, then?” 

“Laugh, and I’ll throttle ye,” Jamie whispered fiercely in my ear. “She is, Mr. Stern,” he called through the door. “I shall give her your respects in the morning, aye?” 

“I trust she will rest well. There seems to be a certain roughness to the sea this evening.” 

“I … have noticed, Mr. Stern.” Pushing me to my knees in front of the berth, he knelt behind me, groping for the hem of my shift. A cool breeze from the open stern window blew over my naked buttocks, and a shiver ran down the backs of my thighs. 

“Should you or Mrs. Fraser find yourselves discommoded by the motion, I have a most capital remedy to hand—a compound of mugwort, bat dung, and the fruit of the mangrove. You have only to ask, you know.” 

Jamie didn’t answer for a moment. 

“Oh, Christ!” he whispered. I took a sizable bite of the bedclothes. 

“Mr. Fraser?” 

“I said, ‘Thank you’!” Jamie replied, raising his voice. 

“Well, I shall bid you a good evening, then.” 

Jamie let out his breath in a long shudder that was not quite a moan. 

“Mr. Fraser?” 

“Good evening, Mr. Stern!” Jamie bellowed. 

“Oh! Er … good evening.” 

Stern’s footsteps receded down the companionway, lost in the sound of the waves that were now crashing loudly against the hull. I spit out the mouthful of quilt. 

“Oh … my … God!” 

His hands were large and hard and cool on my heated flesh. 

“You’ve the roundest arse I’ve ever seen!” 

A lurch by the Artemis here aiding his efforts to an untoward degree, I uttered a loud shriek. 

“Shh!” He clasped a hand over my mouth, bending over me so that he lay over my back, the billowing linen of his shirt falling around me and the weight of him pressing me to the bed. My skin, crazed with fever, was sensitive to the slightest touch, and I shook in his arms, the heat inside me rushing outward as he moved within me.

His hands were under me then, clutching my breasts, the only anchor as I lost my boundaries and dissolved, conscious thought a displaced element in the chaos of sensations—the warm damp of tangled quilts beneath me, the cold sea wind and misty spray that wafted over us from the rough sea outside, the gasp and brush of Jamie’s warm breath on the back of my neck, and the sudden prickle and flood of cold and heat, as my fever broke in a dew of satisfied desire. 

Jamie’s weight rested on my back, his thighs behind mine. It was warm, and comforting. After a long time, his breathing eased, and he rose off me. The thin cotton of my shift was damp, and the wind plucked it away from my skin, making me shiver. 

Jamie closed the window with a snap, then bent and picked me up like a rag doll. He lowered me into the berth, and pulled the quilt up over me. 

“How is your arm?” he said. 

“What arm?” I murmured drowsily. I felt as though I had been melted and poured into a mold to set. 

“Good,” he said, a smile in his voice. “Can ye stand up?” 

“Not for all the tea in China.” 

“I’ll tell Murphy ye liked the soup.” His hand rested for a moment on my cool forehead, passed down the curve of my cheek in a light caress, and then was gone. I didn’t hear him leave.

i would like to be forced to be formed to a degraded cunt animal. i wish i would be forced to do self humiliation and self hurting. i wish i had to stretch and pump my disgusting normal tits to become fat, low hanging udders. i wish i would be forced to bind and abuse them always. i wish i wouldn’t be allowed to sleep anymore without having my udders fixed to my bed with rope. i wish i would be forced to stretch and enlarge them until they dangle pervert down to my navel. i wish i would be that formed to a cunt animal, that if i lift my sweatshirt a bit, my udders would hang that deep, that they would be visible for every man to play with. i wish i would be forced to pump and stretch my nipples that extreme, that they mutate to fat teats. i wish i would be forced to stretch my flesh, until that fat, degrading teats would point to the floor, that they would hang directly over my greedy cunt. i wish i would be forced to have my useless clit permanent sore and swollen, knowing that i’m only worth to be fucked in my stretched and ruined asscunt. i wish i would be forced to pump my clit and cunt to the extreme, to stretch out my inner cunt lips, that i’m always reminded what a cunt pig i am.
i wish i would be forced that my cunt is sore and hurting, to dominate my worthless brain. i wish i would be forced to go in a dirty male restroom, licking piss and shit. i wish i would be forced to clean it with my mouth and underwear. i wish i would be remote controlled, pretending to live my normal life - but at the same time being forced to form my body into a cunt pig. i wish i would be brainwashed, brain-raped to loose my dignity, self esteem and self respect to accept my natural state as an animal, that exists to serve men. i wish i would have these massive udders and teats, this pumped cunt and this open asscunt, ready for every man to rape and use me in every way, without any rights. i wish my naked body would show every man clearly what i am.

BTS Reaction ;; nipple weather

I think that I might have dropped a pun in Hoseok’s scenario. Please tell me you got it. 

I apologize for Taehyung’s gif beforehand, but I couldn’t help myself.

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Jin

Winter and fun time should have been kept PG-13, or at least that’s what Jin dubbed it as. He didn’t like to consider himself a pervert, no matter how much he couldn’t keep his hands away from you—naturally, he would point anything out, and your nipples perking at the cold weather in your sweater was no exception.

“Darling, do you need a hand with that?”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi

He was not amused at the display—had it been in a private environment where he could laugh about it with you, it would have been much different.Yet, there he was, sitting in a cafe alongside you, and the cold weather had a rather big effect on you—ultimately, on him too seeing the two buds. He draped his hoodie over you, zipping it up with a sullen look over his face.

“You’ll thank me later.”

Originally posted by jeonbase

Hoseok

Hoseok had been laughing the entire time of your supposed alone time—which consisted of having a dance practice with him because ‘(Y/n), that’s what couples do!’ You didn’t know where you stood with dance, but Hoseok never made a complaint about your body movements so you just rolled with it. Though, it had been cold, and the room was only heating up, therefore your body reactions were not for you to dictate, and apparently your boyfriend found it funny.

“You’re so cute, ah!”

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Namjoon

It was a sunny day at the beach, and a perfect day at it to spend sometime with your boyfriend. He dragged you for a quick swim and to get a tan, and you weren’t one to decline any time spent with him. His schedule was quite packed after all. You choose to wear a swimsuit without bra pads, so when you were exiting the water, and the wind started blowing, cooling you down and giving you goosebumps all over your body—your breasts sure as hell reacted to it. And it didn’t go unnoticed by Namjoon.

“Jagi, get a towel cause I might beat anyone up for staring.”

“But, Namjoon, you’re staring.”

Originally posted by bangthebae

Jimin

You’ve been complaining about being cold for a while now, even whilst being in the comfort and warmth of your apartment, next to your boyfriend, Jimin. Of course, he took it as an excuse to cuddle up to you more, hug you tighter, and kiss you harder—though, inevitably he did realize that you weren’t joking about being cold, and he had to laugh at your body reaction.

“Princess, did I do that to you, eh?”

Originally posted by sugapil

Taehyung

The thing with Taehyung is that he would say whatever was on his mind when he was bored—and bored Taehyung during that cold, cuddly weather was the funniest thing you knew about. He especially liked describing just how cold he was. “(Y/n), I’m freezing. And we’re inside. I have so many goosebumps, like, my nipples are erect. Okay. That shouldn’t be erect. Do women’s nipples get erect too?” He rambled, and ended up checking your chest out to confirm his suspicions. You laughed at him, as always, especially when his face lit up at his discovery.

Originally posted by jeonbegins

Jungkook

He wouldn’t immediately address it. He’d mainly be smiling to himself, refusing to answer your inquires to the point of you dubbing him a little shit—which he was, in a sense. Though, it was his lucky day that he was alone with you, otherwise he’d be mortified if you were in public looking like that.Now, there was nothing wrong with you, just your chest area.

Gongjunim, you should, maybe, be a little careful…”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid