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EDIT because people keep missing my footnote in the page itself: the top two panels in the "unfortunately [...] a haiku" page are a reference to THIS comic!

I can comfortably say that this version of Park Jimin can get it

id fight for this man [cr.dwelingsouls]

id fight for this man [cr.dwelingsouls]

id fight for this man [cr.dwelingsouls]

id fight for this man [cr.dwelingsouls]

okay so, i went to sleep and suddenly everything is on fire

I can't believe I'm still here..... I was sure it would be the end for me.... <- just finished two job interview phone calls

I hope the job goes well today!

Thank you very much, anon! I’ve actually finished my first shift already since I needed to go over a bunch of essential stuff like online modules/training courses which ideally had to be done right away then did the second half of the shift learning what goes on behind the scenes/helping out. Tomorrow I will be starting later in the afternoon and working late into the night so all in all it’s been a fun day! Had to take in a lot of information but the people there were sweet so I’m hopeful it’s going to be a good month and a half of work. 💀

Last Waltz

And my first dtiys for insta

Okay so what if they were buggy

Mmm scuze me?

it's gotten worse he's added hands FUCKING HAND PRINTS 😭🫠

Fight or Flight

(Rotting birb collection)

I keep thinking about this post lately and honestly, Chan talking you through it sounds about right.

It's nothing new that Chan seems like a very vocal person in general. Back when he was still doing Chan's Room, the major portion of the lives were just him talking. In english, in korean — sometimes mixing both up. Telling us about his day, answering questions, giving opinions on diverse topics, asking questions. Even on bubble, with the way he always translates his thoughts back and forth so everyone can read, to the way he keeps teasing us — asking if he should share some pictures, asking how we want to be called, asking what we are doing — he just enjoys sharing and holding a conversation so much that it wouldn't be different in more intimate settings.

See, he's a perfectionist. Even more, a bit of a people pleaser in a sense that he just wants to make you feel so good and he needs to know that he can do it. He might get off a little bit on that as well, enjoying himself when he can see your struggle to answer a question or tell him how you feel because his fingers are moving so fast, or his mouth feels so good, or the angle his moving his hips is hitting all the right places and even if you're not a natural talker, he might try to fish it out of you.

It might start with a simple is this okay? when the kisses get a little too intense and his instinct to roam his hands around your body get stronger because he just wants to feel you closer, to feel more, to touch more. If you're still new to each other, or if you are in any way less experienced than him, even more of a shy, innocent person his tones goes even gentler, softer as he asks if it's okay to kiss you, if it's okay to touch you there, if it feels good when he does it. And he's very attentive when he does, searching for your eyes, observing how your body melt into his, hoping to catch every single little sound that gets off your mouth because, to him, that's when he knows he's doing the right thing. He wants to make you feel good, he wants to know he's doing it the way you like it, and he want the praise for it.

It's not even intentional, most of the time. He doesn't ask you if he is doing good, but more if it feels good, and it almost seems like it's only about the sensation itself. He's just such a sweet person when it comes to telling people they are doing good — he likes praising people, he likes telling them how good they're doing on such mundane things — and even when he seems to not rely as much on receiving praise as he actually does, if ever a such thing as you're doing so good or you're so good to me leaves your mouth, he's a goner. It's the type of thing that makes him stutter a little, gets him a little dizzy, maybe even having to brace himself because for all that he knows, he could cum right at that very moment, just to the way your voice sounds all breathy and lustful.

And don't get me wrong, he can get very mouthy when the timing is good. Most thing with him escalate on baby steps — he is a slow paced lover, sex to him is not only about getting his dick wet and cumming, but more about the experience itself and to the way lust and pleasure can cloud his mind — and that applies to how his tone can change when you're getting more into it, as the air gets hotter and heavier and he starts to lose his filter. Fuck, you feel so good as his cock slips back into you so deep, so right and you're so tight as he feels you clenching around him because you can feel he is getting filthier and you like it. And again, he's so attentive that he knows you like it, and it's as if you've given him a green light to just say what goes through his mind, and he does it so well.

And it's a different kind of filthy, too. He won't simply ask you if you like when he fucks you or if you like his cock, but if you can feel how deep he is. You like it when I'm inside of you, yeah? You're so perfect, you take me so well as he holds both your hands on top of your head and gives you and open mouthed kiss that feels so messy, so lustful that you get yourself lost in the feeling of it, in the feeling of him. He can feel your getting closer, your moans getting louder and dragged out, clenching around him so often he's seeing stars and he wants you to do it, that's it, cum for me, baby. Wanna feel you cum for me, his voice so whiny it's almost impossible to hold back as you let yourself go, taking you with him because it's just too good.

Are you okay? he asks as lays on your side, catching you by the waist and pressing your body against his after calming down. He wants to ask if he did good, if it was good and maybe even tell you how much he likes you or loves you or how well you did but seeing how tired you are, eyes fluttering shut as he pays attention to his heart rate and the smell of your shampoo, his mind decides to leave the end of this conversation to another moment.

Bangchan: This man gives you anything and everything you want so if you suggest trying toys together he'd definitely be willing to try it with you. He wouldn't let you lift a single hand because once he got the toy in his hand and notices the look on your face, he'd be dying to use it on you. He'd want you to focus on nothing but pleasure so you would happily lay in bed propped against pillows as he sits between your legs.

You chose a dildo but you got one that's larger than he is because he admitted he wanted to see your pussy trying to take something bigger and thicker. The words had you flushed and you told him his cock was perfect. (His own cock was thick as hell and stretched you completely and had the perfect length.) He smiles at your words and there was a sparkle in his eyes so you bought the dildo instantly.

He watches with dark eyes as he holds it to your mouth and you take it between your lips. He licks his own dry lips and pushes it in further until it makes you gag. It wasn't even halfway in your mouth before you struggled with it but it wasn't going to stop either one of you. He slowly pulls it back out only for you to chase it with your mouth. Once he feels it's wet enough he brings it down to your soaked cunt and presses it between your lips. You gasp and stare down as he pushes it inside of you. You groan and throw your head back as he pushes it so deep it starts to hurt. It's so thick and you feel like your walls are going to stretch so far they'll never go back to their normal place.

"Look at you." He groans, "Your pussy is stretching so fucking wide."

He really only dirty talked when he was extremely turned on and you absolutely loved it. His words made you whimper and clench around the toy. He squeezed his own cock as he pushed it in and out of you. The whole thing wasn't really going to fit inside of you but you were both eager to try and make it.

So yeah, Bangchan definitely grows to loving using toys on you and you love having him do it, but at the end of the day his cock is the only thing you need inside of you and your prove it everyday whether it's by sucking his cock after he makes you cum with a toy or bouncing on it so good that he can't help but cum deep inside of you making you moan his name and scratch at his chest as you drench his cock.

He fucks the dildo in and out of your drenched cunt afterwards to watch his own cum get fucked back into you and to groan at the way your wet lips clench the toy and he ends up jerking off and cumming on your cunt just as you cum on the dildo.

Toys become apart of your regular sex life and they eventually lead you into more intense toys as time goes by. Your closet ends up holding more toys than clothes and you have to lock your bedroom door when people are over but the secret you carry turns you both on.

You sit and laugh with company but the thought of the hidden items just a few footsteps away has your thighs clenching. You don't rush your friends off, but the moment they're gone you both open the closet again and venture back into all the crazy things that have become apart of your life.

But no matter what toys you all use and love, it's your bare pussy and his bare cock that always bring you to the best orgasms of your life.

Changbin: Oh this man loves making you cum whether it's with his tongue, fingers or cock so when he sees a toy that catches his eye he buys it instantly and hides it in your shared bedroom. You end up finding it one afternoon he's gone and the sight of it makes your stomach clench and your pussy throb so you decide to use it.

You leave your bedroom door open, strip naked and get on the bed to prepare yourself. It's a long vibrator that moves in and out of you with an attachment that hooks to your clit. The sight has your skin tingling and you don't want to waste anymore time. You lick two of your fingers and rub them down your wet cunt before moving them to your clit. You were already wet from the sight of the toy so you didn't need to touch yourself much but you enjoyed the way your body jerked when you touched your clit. You couldn't help the moans that left your mouth.

When he finally comes home he is greeted with your moans and the squeak of the bed. Knowing that you have a habit of touching yourself when he's away he can only grin. He takes his clothes off as he walks to the bedroom and his hardening cock throbs at the cool air against it. It starts throbbing more when he opens the bedroom door and notices you using the toy. Your head is thrown back, legs spread wide and he can see the toy moving in and out of you at a rapid pace while the other part sucks on your clit. He notices the remote curled in your hand and suddenly the loud moan of his name has him tuning out the rest of the world. All he could focus on was you, your wet pussy and the way the toy worked you.

"Look at you." He groans.

The sound of his voice has your eyes widening but it's when you notice him completely naked that has you clenching around the vibrator and cumming unexpectedly. Your eyes roll back to your head and your hips jerk off the bed as you squirt everywhere. It takes him by surprise but he moves on to the bed and pulls the toy away from you so he can attach his mouth to your cunt. He licks up every drop of your release and groans at the taste of you. You sob out his name as he wrings another orgasm from you.

He crawls up your body and the two of you kiss for a while just enjoying the feeling of the others lips. You can taste yourself on his soft lips but you don't care. The way he moves his tongue in your mouth is equivalent to how he moves it against your pussy and it has you throbbing again.

He pulls away and grabs the toy that's still moving and cuts it off. He smirks at you, "I see you liked my little surprise."

You blush, "I did. I hope you're not mad."

"How could I ever be mad at watching you squirt from a toy?" He chuckles, "So fucking sexy and I think I'm going to use this on you everyday just so I can have you squirt in my mouth."

You feel your entire face turn red, "You're awful."

"Coming from the one who used a toy without knowing where it came from." He grinned.

He kisses you before you can reply and drags the toy between your wet lips just to hear you groan. It's not on but just the thought of how it moved inside of you as the other part sucked on your clit had your arousal leaking out of you. He licked his lips at the sight and sat up further before pushing your legs to your chest.

"You're not going to let me go are you?" You ask, a tired grin on your face.

He turns his head and kisses your knee before smirking at you, "Absolutely not. I want to watch you fall apart on this toy one more time before I fill you with my cum."

He ends up using that toy on you every damn day in different parts of your house. You squirt every time and he swallows every drop each time before he fucks you and fills you with his cum. No matter what piece of furniture you're sitting on.

Hyunjin: This man loves watching you use toys on yourself as he jerks himself off. He speaks dirty words, teases you vocally because it all makes you whine and work the dildo in yourself faster or turn up the speed on the vibrator you use. Sometimes he ties your hand down as a thrusting dildo works its way in and out of you until you cry out and cum all over it.

He is obsessed with seeing you fall apart because as you cum from whatever toy you’re using he is cumming all over your tits or face. He tells you that you’re a good girl and good girls always get rewarded before covering you in his cum. If any of it gets near your mouth you always lick it up while staring at him. It always makes him cuss and jerk his cock again until he’s whining from sensitivity and cumming again.

His favorite toy to use on you is the thrusting dildo because he always talks about how much you love his cock and how no plastic cock will ever compare. You always whine and beg for him to fuck you. He increases the speed of the dildo and tells you he will fuck you as soon as you cum. From then on out he changes the speed every few minutes just to watch the way your body reacts, to listen to your pretty mouth beg him to let you cum.

His own cock is hard and he’s eager to cum in your cunt but not before you drench the damn toy. He turns it to the highest speed which makes you cry out his name as your orgasm hits. Your body jerks as you squirt everywhere and your mind is spinning. He licks his lips as you make a mess all over the bed and pulls the toy out of you. He cuts it off but forces you to suck it clean which you do happily as you stare at him. He can’t take it anymore and throws the toy to the ground and pushes your legs up to your chest.

He fucks you so good that you can’t help but clench around his cock. Your cunt is sensitive but you don’t fucking care. All you care about is the way his cock fills you up better than that toy does. The way every vein on his cock could be felt inside you and how every twitch sent you spiraling towards another orgasm.

He leans down and whispers in your ear how good your cunt feels and how no cock will ever fuck you as well as his does. Of course you can only moan and dig your nails into his skin but that’s all he needs and it has him grinning smugly as you squirm and whine underneath him. Knowing that he’s the one making you feel this good and not some other man or toy always boosts his ego and motivates him to fuck you even harder so when you do cum you can’t make sense of anything that’s going on. He loved fucking you stupid.

Sometimes as he’s fucking you he will press a small vibrator against your clit and that causes you to completely spaz out underneath him. With how his cock is filling you up and the vibrations on your clit you can always tell you won’t last much longer. It was his greatest joy to make you lose your mind and it was your greatest joy to experience it.

Just as you're about to cum he pulls the vibrator away which makes you whine, "Hyunjin."

He chuckles and licks the toy clean, "Don't worry, sweetheart. You're going to cum."

He cuts the toy off and throws it to the floor as he picks up the pace. If you're going to cum he wants it to be from him so he replaces the vibrator with his fingers which feels ten times better than the toy anyway. It doesn't take long for you to be back on that edge again.

His cock hits your gspot and you dig into his back so hard you know you break skin but it only makes him grunt in pleasure. He leans down and sucks on your nipples for a few minutes before moving up to your neck where he marks you on every inch of skin. You feel like you're going to melt into the bed from how heated you are but you wouldn't change it for anything.

When you cum it's intense and he can feel his cock getting wet. It has him cussing as his orgasm hits and he fills you up. He doesn't pull away though. He keeps his fingers moving rapidly on your clit as your orgasm races through you and listens to the sounds you make. It has his cock twitching as he continues leaking inside of you.

When he finally pulls away from you you grab him and pull him down for a kiss and he returns it happily. You're both overheated and your throats are dry but you're not in a rush to go anywhere. You just want to be as close to him for as long as possible. Even though you two lived together you always got soft and needy after being intimate.

He cherished it and always catered to everything you needed afterwards. Even if he did tease you about how whiny and needy you got which makes you blush and mumble at him to shut up. He kisses you and grins as he pulls you close to him again. You never fight him.

Though the toys he uses on you are fantastic and his cock is fucking incredible, it's in the moments after being intimate that you really felt the intense feelings for that wonderful man and he felt the same about you which made it easy for you two to get involved with toys in first place and go down a road that was entirely your own.

Felix: When he catches you riding a dildo in the bedroom he's taken back. Of course you two have discussed it and often gotten off together on the thought of it but you never actually took the step to go out and get a toy. So seeing the way your ass bounced with each thrust and how your pussy stretched around it had his head throbbing and his cock growing in his pants.

When you notice him you try to stop but he just shakes his head, "Keep going, sweetheart. Let me watch you make yourself cum."

You whine and nod before picking up your pace again. He licks his lips and strips himself down so he can sit on the chair in front of you, slowly jerking his cock as you move. Your breasts bounce with each thrust and he wants nothing more than to take them into his mouth and suck on them but he doesn't move.

Your eyes are locked on his cock as you continue bouncing and you wish it was his cock you were bouncing on. You want to feel it stretching you open and pounding inside of you. You desire to feel his balls smacking against your ass. The thought has you moaning his name and he smirks, "Such a desperate girl. Couldn't wait until I got home so instead you sneak out a dildo and fuck yourself with it. When did you get it, sweetheart?"

You moan his name again, "I ordered it a few days ago. Wanted to surprise you with it when I knew you'd be home and we had time to experiment with it."

He cusses and picks up the pace on his cock, "Such a dirty girl. Make yourself cum, princess. Let me see you cum on that plastic cock and then I'll give you the real thing."

You nod and focus on how the dildo hits your gspot. You close your eyes and listen to the sound of his hand on his cock and it motivates you to move faster. You picture Felix under you and his cock buried in your cunt and that's really all you need before you're crying out and your orgasm hits you.

He watches as your cum leaks out of you and down the dildo. He wants to suck it clean and then fuck you with it again but he's so hard and he needs to bury his cock inside your wet cunt before his head explodes.

"Come over here."

You slowly pull off the dildo and whine at the loss. You have to hold the bed to help yourself stand up but you walk over to stand in front of him. He grips your hips to help you steady yourself and looks up at you with a look in his eyes that told you you were in for it. He presses a soft kiss on your lower stomach before moving to lick over your clit. You groan and grab his shoulders but he makes sure to help you stand. He licks over it again a couple more times just to taste you and you feel like your legs are going to give out.

"Do you want my tongue, sweetheart? Or do you want me to fuck you into the mattress?"

"I'm going to bounce on your cock right here on this chair." You reply, breathing heavy.

He cusses and pulls you down on to his lap and his hard cock presses into the inside of your thigh. You can feel his precum against your skin and it makes you whine and grind against it.

"After you cum I want you to get on the bed and spread those legs for me, angel. I'm going to fuck your cunt with that dildo again."

You don't get a chance to reply because soon his cock is pressing inside of you and every rational thought you had was soon out of your head.

He stuck to his promise and as soon as you both came he had you spread out on the bed and he fucked you with the dildo promising you that this wouldn't be the only toy you two owned and theY next time you wanted to order one he wanted to be there to help pick it out.

There were multiple packages at your front door just days later.

Seungmin: He loves tying your hands up so you can't touch yourself. He spreads your legs and orders you to keep them open as he puts a vibrator into your cunt. He controls the remote and loves changing the speeds just to torture you. Of course it all feels amazing but you're so desperate to cum and he's just enjoying watching as you squirm.

He's naked and he's working a fleshlight over his cock as he plays with the remote. He's letting out noises that has your pussy getting wetter and the sound of the vibrator inside of you is so messy. You can feel your arousal leaking out of you and down your asscheeks. He can see it glistening on your skin and it's taking all his strength to not bury his face into your cunt.

"Min" You whine, "Please. I need to cum."

"You have been such a good girl, sweetheart. Letting me tie you up and using you as I please." He chuckles, "You like when I take control?"

You nod and your hips jerk, "Make me cum."

"Fuck." He grunts, "Going to do even better than that."

He removes the fleshlight and walks over to you. He crawls on to the bed and pulls the vibrator out of your cunt and cuts it off. He tosses it behind him before burying his face into your cunt. It makes you cry out and your body jerks at the sensation of his tongue against you.

He pulls back only to tell you to reach into the bedside table. You know exactly what he wants.

He attaches the small clit stimulator and grins as you scream. As it works on your clit he works his tongue against your pussy. He licks up your arousal before sliding his tongue inside you and licks at you like a starving man.

The clit stimulator is making your thighs shake and it’s throbbing but you know it just means that your orgasm is close. The addition of his tongue fucking in and out of you only increases the pleasure you’re feeling.

“Want you to cum on my tongue.” He speaks, staring at you intently. His stare sends chills down your spine and you can only nod at his words.

His tongue works against you as the clit stimulator turns up and you can only cry out. Your cunt presses against his face as you cum. He moans against you and holds your hips down so he can clean you up. The vibrations on your clit has your body jerking but it only makes him harder and you end up cumming in his mouth again just moments later.

He removes the toy and sits up and licks his lips. He crawls over your body and kisses you and you can feel the head of his cock pressing against you. You whine into the kiss and he swallows down the sound, “Ready for my cock, angel?”

You nod, “Only want your cock.”

“Toys aren’t enough?”

“Never enough. Only want you.”

“You have me, sweetheart. Always.”

And he makes you cum over and over that night without any other toys.

Jeongin: He enjoys using toys on you when he’s in the mood but for the most part he loves making you cum from his mouth, fingers or cock. He’s selfish even with toys but if he knows it’s something you want to do he never hesitates and goes over the top to make you feel incredible.

He whispers filth in your ear as he fucks the dildo in and out of you. The sound of your wet pussy as it moves is music to his ears. Watching your arousal leaking out of you and sticking to your skin has him aching to be buried inside you. Sure, he’s selfish when it comes to toys but that doesn’t mean he hates what it does to your body and how you react to them.

He looks down and watches as it moves in and out of you and groans at the sight. Your pussy is clinging to it and it's drenched in your arousal and cum and his head is fucking spinning. Of course no matter whether it's a toy or his cock your pussy always looks so fucking pretty stretched out and wet. He'd never get tired of the sight so he picked up the pace and grinned as you screamed. He'd never get tired of your sounds either.

You moan and grab at him, "Please."

"Use your words, baby."

You gasp as the dildo is pushed inside you harder, "Fuck! Jeongin, I need to cum!"

He hums at the words but doesn't stop his pace. He keeps fucking it in and out of you with his eyes locked between your legs. If you were going to cum then he wanted to watch it. He was usually too busy fucking you and he could never actually see how your pussy looked when you came. He was excited to see you cum and then taste you afterwards. His tongue ached to be on you already.

"Cum whenever you want, sweetheart."

His words had you clenching. You threw your head back and let out moan after moan as your orgasm hit and you found yourself drenching that dildo. It felt like it was pouring out of you. The dildo was tossed aside and his mouth was on you in an instant causing you to grab at his hair. You cussed and you could feel him grinning against you. You bastard, you mentally thought.

"That toy feel better than my cock?" He asks, flicking his tongue over your clit.

He always asked you this after using a toy on you and you always gave him the same answer: nothing was better than his cock.

It made him smug but he ate you out with a hunger that turned into a full on fire. He was throbbing and aching to be inside of you. He loved watching you cum but he wanted to be the one to make you cum now. He wanted that dildo to go to hell and burn while he continued fucking you over and over.

"You can fuck me now." You pant, "Want to feel you."

He grins and crawls up your body and leaves kisses as he goes. When he finally kisses your lips you melt into him. You really meant it when you said no toy could ever compare to him. He was everything to you.

He smiles down at you, "If you want to look into more toys we can, sweetheart."

You smile, "Really?"

He nods, "Of course. If they make you happy but just know I'm always going to be filling you up afterwards."

You laugh, "You need to stop being jealous of toys. They are nothing compared to you, angel. I just love using them with you. It's not about being better than you because they aren't. It's about the intimacy with you."

He lets out a relieved sigh and kisses you just as he slides his cock into you. You gasp into the kiss.

Absolutely no toy in this world could ever compare to how this man made you feel physically and emotionally.

Han: He absolutely loves using toys on you. Watching you squirm and whine underneath him is one of his favorite things. The noises you make and how you grab at him turn him on. He's always eager to make you cum no matter how he does it and you're always eager for him to make you cum.

He loves dildos and vibrators of course but he loves using them in your ass more than anything. He is obsessed with your pussy and is always telling you that he wants his mouth, fingers and cock to be the only things that touch it so he keeps the toys for your ass which you absolutely love. You didn't realize you were so sensitive in your ass until you met him and he took you to a world that you never wanted to leave.

He has you on your hands and knees when he uses them. He loves watching your ass stretch around a dildo as he messes with your clit. He ignores how hard his cock is and focuses on you. Your pleasure is really all that matters to him when you're being intimate.

You push your ass back on the dildo and he bites down softly on one of your asscheeks causing you to moan loudly. He is obsessed with your ass and as much as he loves eating it and fucking it he'd choose your pussy every time just because of how wet it got and how much he loved when you squirted in his mouth and on his cock.

He shook those thoughts away as he continued fucking your ass with the dildo. If he got any harder his dick would be able to cut glass and as much as he wanted to fuck you he really wanted you to fall apart from this toy first. He was desperate to leave your ass gaping before he fucked you so he could mess with it as he fucked you from behind. This man was kinky and you indulged in every single thing he wanted to try because he was always so willing to buy you toys when you needed a new one or just wanted to try one.

He watches as your ass clenches and cusses under his breath as you push back causing it to go further inside of you. You moan his name and a breathless pant escapes your mouth as if you were struggling to get a breath.

"Do you need a break?" He asks, kissing your asscheek.

You look back at him and shake your head, "Just make me cum, Han. Please. Want you to fuck me so bad. I'm so wet for you."

You wasn't lying. His fingers were drenched due to how wet you were and it was taking all his effort not to forget the dildo and just eat your cunt from behind until you came all over his face.

He slowly pulls the dildo out and tosses it to the bed. You both knew you'd be using it again later.

He kisses your asscheek again and leaves kisses up your spine until his chest is pressed against your back and his arms are caging you in. You sigh at the feeling of his weight on you. You can also feel his cock against your ass so you push back a bit just to feel the pre cum smear on your skin.

"You're so desperate, baby." He whispers, kissing your shoulder, "I'm going to give you what you want though. Going to fill this pussy up and make you cum all over my cock. Then I'm going to fuck that dildo back into your cunt until you cum all over it. I won't let you out of this bed until you feel there's nothing left to give me."

"Oh god." You moan, "Please."

He chuckles, "Then later we are going to go and get some more toys for us to try. There is a whole world out there of them and I want us to explore every single one. Just know at the end of the day it's going to be my cock that fucks you over and over, sweetheart. The toys will eventually die and I'll stop buying batteries. The dildo will eventually become unusable but my cock will always be buried in your cunt."

His words were driving you crazy so you started begging for him to fuck you and that was all it took.

He spit in your ass as he fucked you from behind and pressed two fingers inside of you making you whine loudly. A few other noises escaped but you'd never admit to making them.

By the time you both cum your legs are exhausted and your body feels heavy. You can't move so he helps roll you to your back and crawls between your legs. He smiles at you and tells you that he's giving you a break before you do anything else. You just grab the dildo and tell him to make you cum again.

And he does. Over and over until the sun starts rising the next morning.

Minho: This man is obsessed with making you cum from him and him alone. He loves feeling your body under him, loves touching every inch of your skin. He loves using his tongue on your cunt then fucking you full of his cum. He loves being the one making you cum and you absolutely love how feral he can get with you. You really don't need a toy when he's able to do things to you that make your toes curl and your vision go blank.

But if you were to ever tell him you wanted to try a toy he wouldn't turn the idea away. He'd want to go to a proper store and look at them instead of shopping on the internet. He wouldn't want a male employee helping you all out so he'd just look at different things then google their purpose. Of course he would make sure it's something you were comfortable with before purchasing. Once it was bought and you were on the way home he'd admit how excited he was to try it.

You'd be even more excited to see how he uses it on you because when he got into it it was hard to turn him down. He was so fucking good at fucking you and making you cum so really if the toy didn't work or it had to be returned for some other reason you'd have no complaints. You had everything you ever needed wrapped up in the man you knew was the love of your life.

He'd be sitting on the couch and you'd be sitting on his lap. His chest would be pressed against your back as he spreads your legs wide. There'd be a mirror put in front of you so you could both see what was happening. The sight of the mirror would make you so wet and he'd be able to feel your arousal dripping down on to his leg. He runs his fingers over your wet cunt and rubs your clit for a few minutes to work you up even more. He was excited to try the toy on you before he fucked you senseless.

He clamps the clit stimulator onto your clit before sliding the eight inch dildo into your cunt. You moan and go to close your eyes but he forces you to stare in the mirror. “If you want me to use toys on you then you’re going watch, sweetheart. Then I’m going to fuck you and remind you that my cock is the only thing that belongs in your sweet cunt apart from my fingers and tongue.”

You keep your eyes on the mirror despite how heavy they are. You want to close your eyes and focus on the pleasure but he keeps your face right on the mirror, grinning at you over your shoulder. You can’t help but clench at the look on his face.

“Such a good girl.” He hums, “Look at that sweet pussy sucking that fake cock right in.”

You moan and grab at your own legs as he keeps them spread apart. The clit stimulator is sending vibrations through your spine and you feel like you’re going to fall apart early with how he was working your body. He seems to know what you’re thinking because he’s whispering in your ear, “You’re welcome to cum whenever you want, sweetheart. Just know I’m still going to fill you with my cock after.” Your head falls back against him and he laughs, “So weak for my cock even at the mention of it.”

He spanks your cunt and you cry out. The vibrations on your clit increase and the pace of the dildo does as well. You are so fucking wet and want nothing more than his real cock inside of you stretching you out.

“You’ll get it, angel.” He whispers, “My cocks aching to be inside you so bad. You’re so wet and it’s aching to drown in you.”

“Oh my god.” You moan, “Minho, please.”

You watch in the mirror as the dildo moves in and out and how his wrist moves to make it curve inside you. You grab at his wrist and let out a high pitched whine as your orgasm gets closer.

“Do you want to cum like this or do you want me to fuck you?” He asks, licking at your neck.

“Fuck me.” You beg, “Want your cock so bad.”

That was all he needed to hear. The dildo dropped to the floor with a squelch after he pulled it out. The clit stimulator was removed. He smacked your cunt and before you could reply his cock was shoved in you. You screamed at the intrusion and grabbed at him as he started fucking into you at a vigorous pace.

When you fell apart you were both starting into the mirror and it only increased the intensity. By the time you both came down from your high all you could do was collapse on to the couch when he pulled you down so you could rest.

“That was hot as hell but I’m still positive that my cock is the best thing for you.”

You laugh and wrap yourself around him, “I don’t ever want anything or anyone else.”

You didn’t return the toys but they weren’t used often. He really was all you needed.

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❛ pairing: Astarion/f!Tav; Astarion/f!OC (Ysera) ❛ word count: 2.8k ┊ ❛ rating: 18+ MDNI ❛ tags/cw: soft dom Astarion, spanking/impact play, fingering

‣ preview: Astarion spares a cursory glance at the book in her hand, a roguish grin spreading across his face as he finally understands why Ysera chose this night in particular to pay him a late night visit.

Gods, how easy it would be to put down his book and slide his hands beneath her clothes, to take her sinful curves in his hands and partake in a little indulgence of his own. But that would spoil the game, and Astarion does so love playing with his food.

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It's late in the evening, and Astarion is slowly losing his grasp on his sanity. He's nestled up in his bedroll with a book in his hands, some ancient history of Faerûn that's surprisingly more engaging than most pieces on this particular period.

The problem is, he's finding it very hard to concentrate on what he's reading, distracted by the way Ysera lays splayed across his lap, dressed only in a thin cotton nightgown as she flips through her romance novel. She kicks her feet back and forth through the air, tail swishing happily as she reads.

Astarion glances down at her over the cover of his book, unable to tear his gaze from her lower half and the enticing curve of her ass that peeks out beneath the hem of her too-short nightgown. He can tell she isn't wearing any underwear.

It's all too conspicuous to be anything but intentional on her part. And if she wanted his attention, she certainly has it. He tries one last time to return to his reading, but the words seem to blur on the page, a collection of letters that no longer have any meaning in his brain.

Astarion clears his throat and steadies his voice.

“Are you enjoying yourself, darling?” he asks.

“Oh, yes,” Ysera says innocently. He can see the edge of her simpering smile from this angle, the way her eyes narrow slightly. He's seen that look before, enough times to know exactly what she's thinking.

She's toying with him, the little minx. There's only one reason she came to his tent tonight, and it wasn't to read. Not that he minds, of course.

“The prince has fallen in love with the heroine,” she explains with a wave of her hand, “but she's secretly been seduced by his handsome rival from a neighboring kingdom. It's all very thrilling.”

There's a sort of aloof detachment in her voice that Astarion finds rather amusing. It's the same sort of subterfuge he often uses, one of his favorite habits that she's picked up from traveling with him these past few weeks.

Oh, she isn't nearly half as subtle about it, wiggling her hips in his lap as she is now, but gods if her efforts aren't adorable nevertheless.

Astarion spares a cursory glance at the book in her hand, a roguish grin spreading across his face as he finally understands why Ysera chose this night in particular to pay him a late night visit.

The writing isn't very good by his standards, but he won't judge her too harshly for indulging in a bit of filth. Especially not when he gets to admire such a lovely little view.

Gods, how easy it would be to put down his book and slide his hands beneath her clothes, to take her sinful curves in his hands and partake in a little indulgence of his own. But that would spoil the game, and Astarion does so love playing with his food.

Astarion hums thoughtfully.

“And does this heroine also enjoy mercilessly taunting her lover?” His voice is like velvet, soft and rich and laced with an edge of something darker.

“Oh,” Ysera says, “have you read this one too?” She twists in his lap to steal a glance at him, flushing a fetching shade of scarlet when she notices his predatory smile. Her eyes flit to his fangs, proudly on display. 

“Lucky guess,” Astarion says coolly. He closes his book and sets it aside before resting his hand on the small of her back, her skin almost feverishly warm beneath her nightgown. Ysera fights the noise that bubbles up in her throat, and Astarion is very impressed when she releases a soft sigh instead of the moan he suspects she was withholding from him.

But Astarion's patience is waning too. He flexes the fingers on Ysera's back, itching to explore more of her body. He will make her sing for him, one way or another.

Astarion's touch is featherlight as he runs his hand up the curve of Ysera's spine, and she shudders.

“But you would certainly never do something so cruel, now would you, darling?” Astarion says quietly. Ysera's spine goes rigid beneath his fingers. She knows she's been caught, and a delicious wave of heat ignites inside her. It emboldens her.

“I would never,” she says incredulously. If she stares straight ahead, she doesn't have to look at the way Astarion's eyes darken, can pretend she has the upper hand for just a while longer.

“No,” Astarion replies, “I thought not.” He moves his hand to her ass, the soft curves of her body fitting nicely in his palm. “And if, hypothetically, I were to slip my hand beneath your nightgown, I wouldn't find you naked and absolutely soaking, would I?”

Ysera hesitates.

“N…no.”

She's stopped breathing, cursing the treacherous racing of her heart. The seconds pass like eons as Astarion calls her bluff, fingers gliding smoothly over her bare skin as he hikes her nightgown over her hips and exposes her supple, sun-kissed skin. A chill ripples through her, and she moans softly despite herself.

Ysera's thighs part willingly as Astarion dips between her folds without warning. He finds exactly what he expects when he spreads her open: she's positively drenched, glistening with the same arousal that coats his fingers as he withdraws them with a disapproving click of his tongue.

“Oh my,” he says, tutting. “I didn't take you for a liar, pet.”

Astarion curses under his breath as Ysera shifts nervously in his lap, brushing against the hardening ridge of his cock beneath his pants. He inhales sharply but quickly regains his composure.

In a voice that sounds like molten honey, he purrs, “You've been very bad, haven't you? Do you know what happens to bad girls, Ysera?”

Ysera swallows thickly. The quiet thump of her book falling closed sounds throughout Astarion's tent, punctuating the deep breath she exhales.

Her voice is thin when she finds it. “They get punished,” she answers simply.

“Would you like me to punish you, darling?”

If her heart beats any faster, Ysera is certain it will burst from her chest.

“Yes.”

Ysera doesn't mind relinquishing control. It's something Astarion learned very quickly about her, even before the first night they spent together. So when she finds herself as she does now, completely at his mercy, it's a situation they both find quite agreeable.

Astarion kneads her flesh beneath his palm, the heat of her bare skin something he's always found intoxicating. He raises his hand over her ass, striking her with a quick slap that blooms red in its wake. Ysera whimpers softly but resists crying out from the stinging pain.

The crack of his hand cuts through the night air as he spanks her again, harder than last time. Her cunt clenches around nothing when his hand falls a third time. There's a dull, throbbing ache between her thighs that's begging for his touch, but she knows better than to hope he'll give her the relief she needs any time soon.

Astarion alternates between soothing the angry red marks on her skin and smacking her plump flesh; on the sixth strike, she finally lets go, throat constricting around a deliciously wanton moan. Her tail has long since gone limp along with the rest of her body.

“Have you learned your lesson, sweet girl?” Astarion asks, admiring his handiwork. He's been more than a little rough with her, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed it immensely. She'll be sore tomorrow, perhaps, and every time she sits down she'll be reminded of tonight.

That thought alone makes him grit his teeth. The front of his trousers are already damp, and he knows he'll enjoy pumping his cock later as he recalls the sweet sound of her voice.

But not now.

He has unattended business to finish here first.

“I'm not sure,” Ysera is saying to him now. She means to sound unaffected, but her arrogance loses most of its edge on the shaky cadence of her voice.

“Perhaps I need another demonstration.”

“If I didn't know any better,” Astarion replies darkly, lips curling into a wolfish grin, “I’d say that you enjoyed yourself. I'm afraid that simply won't do.”

Astarion retrieves her book and opens it to the passage she had been reading before placing it into her hands. “Go on, love, read something for me,” he purrs. “I'm afraid I've forgotten how the story goes.”

Ysera opens her mouth in rebuttal, but her words are cut short by the keening whine that tears itself from her throat when Astarion slides his hand back between her slick folds. His fingers linger over her opening long enough for her to shudder before he plunges two of them inside her eager cunt.

“Ah-ah,” Astarion chides her. “Not so loud, darling. You wouldn't want the others to hear you, would you? Try again. And keep quiet, or I'll stop.”

Astarion can tell by the shuddering breath she takes that she's trying very hard to be obedient, even as her walls tighten around his fingers. He presses further inside of her, and Ysera has to bury her face into her arm to muffle her cries of pleasure. She succeeds by biting into her forearm to stifle herself.

“That's better.” Astarion's voice is dripping with lust, his expression dark with want as he takes in the lewd sight beneath him: Ysera's flushed and tender skin, the way she pants as he thrusts his fingers inside of her, the glistening arousal he can feel coating his entire hand. He spreads his fingers as he pumps inside her slick heat, caressing every inch of her.

Ysera begins to read.

“‘N-no, we musn’t,’ the lady Gwyndolyn stammers. ‘If Lord Elias should discover us…’”

She pauses to catch her breath, her throat constricting as Astarion rewards her with a few more pumps of his fingers, sheathing himself well past the second knuckle.

“A…ahh…” She clears her throat and continues: “‘Let him,’ Bastian growls possessively. His teeth press into the tender flesh above her bosom, and she bites back an undignified whimper when his…’”

It feels shameful to read the words aloud, even though she's said far more explicit things to him in the heat of the moment. She considers burning the book; she could do it easily, imagines its wretched pages crumbling to cinders in her hands. But where would be the fun in that?

“When his… hard length presses against the budding flower of her womanhood, a shaft of velvet-encased steel. ‘You are mine, Gwyndolyn,’ he snarls. ‘I do not fear your little lordling.’ ‘Oh, Bastian!’ Gwyndolyn exclaims, throwing herself into his strong, muscular arms, ‘I can deny myself no longer. Take me!’”

She prays to whichever god will listen that she doesn't sound anything like that. Astarion has more than enough reasons to tease her already.

The sound of Astarion's throaty chuckle snaps her attention back to him.

“Is that what you want? To be claimed and ravaged by my – how was it phrased, exactly? ‘Shaft of velvet-encased steel?’”

“Gods…”

Ysera buries her face into the pages and groans. She's going to burn the godsdamned book.

“I mean… I wouldn't phrase it so… crudely,” she says, “but yes. I think I would like that very much, Astarion.” Her voice is low and husky when she speaks, anticipation making her tremble.

Astarion clicks his tongue.

“Well that's too bad, darling,” he drawls, slowly teasing her with his fingers as they massage her walls. “Another time, perhaps. Once you've learned your manners.”

Ysera lets out a frustrated whine of disbelief and slams the book closed.

“Astarion…”

“Shhh,” he scolds her. “I never said that I wouldn't take care of you. Do you think I need my cock to make you scream?”

The sound of her heartbeat grows erratic once more. The adrenaline surging through her body makes her dizzy. Ysera squirms in Astarion's lap, breathing ragged as she squeezes her eyes shut and rolls her hips back against his hand. And when Astarion crooks his fingers and brushes against her most sensitive area, she cries out piteously, shrill and sharp.

True to his word, Astarion immediately withdraws his fingers from her, leaving her aching center empty and wanting. 

“No,” she begs, “no, no, Astarion, please , I didn't mean to, I'll be good, I–”

Ysera stops babbling the moment he spanks her again, tender flesh left raw and stinging beneath his palm. She quivers, heart pounding as her magic sings a chorus of pleasure through her body. Everywhere he touches her ignites her skin with desire.

“You want to be good for me?” Astarion drawls. His fingers trace the outline of his palm on her skin in a delicate dance.

Her answer is barely more than a whisper.

“Yes. Tell me how to be good, Astarion.”

Astarion rewards her by returning his fingers to her cunt, which has somehow grown even wetter than before. He takes advantage of this to add a third finger, meeting so little resistance that he can't help but groan as her body clenches beautifully around him. 

“Open,” he commands, guiding two fingers from his other hand towards her mouth. Her lips part, and his fingers press down on her tongue. She sucks on them the way she would his cock, tracing little whorls around the digits. They have the added effect of muffling her persistent moans, which she tries so diligently to keep quiet while he fucks her.

Once he's built up a good rhythm, Astarion crooks his fingers inside her again, and Ysera's body goes rigid. He’s hit the spot that makes her delirious, purposely massaging it with his long, dexterous fingers. Her pulse hammers in her ears like a raging current.

The delicious stretch of her cunt around his fingers blurs the line between pain and pleasure. The sound his fingers make thrusting inside her is downright obscene, and she can hear just how soaked he's made her when Astarion withdraws his fingers and slaps them against her oversensitive clit in quick succession. The impact sends a thrill of pleasure through her like a bolt of white-hot lightning, and sparks of lavender arc between her fingers before she balls them into fists.

Ysera’s sobs of pleasure are drowned out by the fingers Astarion still has in her mouth. Saliva leaks down her chin each time she parts her lips to drag in a gasp of air, but she still has enough forethought to clamp her lips around his fingers before she lets out another keening whine. Astarion slaps her clit again and thrusts his fingers back inside her quivering cunt.

“It would make me… very happy… if you would come for me, darling.” Astarion groans through gritted teeth, the last threads of his control fraying. His cock jumps every time she rocks her hips and fucks herself on his fingers as he aches for his own release. It's a testament to his own resolve that he hasn't torn his clothes off and pounded her into the blankets.

But she won't learn her lesson if he spoils her like that, he reminds himself. And as good as he knows this feels, it's always his cock she craves the most.

Ever his obedient little love, Ysera lets herself tumble over the edge he's so expertly brought her to, practically on command as the syllables of his name are barely audible around the fingers still in her mouth. She can no longer spare the effort it would take to remain quiet and doesn't bother to withhold her cries of pleasure. Astarion works her through it, stopping only when his ministrations become too intense for her to bear any longer and she begs him for mercy.

A shimmering strand of her arousal links his fingers to her core as he pulls away and licks them clean, savoring the taste of her. She lays in his lap a moment longer, chest heaving for breath as the world finally stops spinning.

“So…” Ysera says, still panting. “Was I good?” She flashes a coy, wavering smile over her shoulder. Her tail curls up towards Astarion's face and playfully strokes his cheek. Astarion tries to snatch her tail but Ysera is too fast, dodging his hand just before it curls around the spaded tip. She giggles, and even though he grumbles about her being extraordinarily difficult, she can feel him smiling when he pulls her upright into his arms and kisses her. 

“Cheeky little thing,” Astarion growls, roughly grabbing her ass with both hands. The lingering pain makes her wince, and she makes a face at him before sinking her teeth into his bottom lip.

“Unfortunately for you,” she murmurs with a simpering smile, “you like me far too much to be upset with me.”

requests open!??!?! ....rea....p... er.... pls ..... if you can.... if you want t....o.... /nf

not exactly what you asked buiuut black hole reaper for an alternate mv thats being worked on..wowie

I am drowning, there is no sign of land, you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand

no beacuse the way theo was gripping that football for dear life in ep. 8 has me feeling all SORTS of ways