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꒰ KINKTOBER POST 6 ꒱ ELLIE WILLIAMS

𐂯 knife kink ft dom!!ellie. r!receiving, sub!reader, light mean dom!ellie, no actual cutting. cannon universe. 18+ only. (lightly edited for rn+ long ) kinktober masterlist

if it’s ellie williams and her switchblade against the world, you’re betting on her. the knife seemingly never leaves her side. you’re almost positive you saw her clutch in her sleep last time you two had a days long patrol together. after all, it’s the knife that’s saved both of your lives multiple times before.

and ellie, she’s the best patrol partner to have. there’s no doubt about it— most everyone in jackson feels lucky if paired with her. she’s quick on her feet, rarely fails a task, and god, can that girl put up a fight. especially when that fight includes her lucky switchblade.

that stupid knife occupies your thoughts as you try to fall asleep each night. at first you weren’t sure why. it’s just a silly knife— it’s what you thought at first. however, deep down you it’s the girl that wields it. it’s her confidence, the way she protects you. it’s these thoughts that have you realizing you have a big fat crush on ellie williams.

and now it’s just your luck that maria pairs you with ellie again for a week long patrol. the hopeful part of your brain wonders if ellie asked maria to pair you two together again. maybe ellie recognizes that you’ve been avoiding her. while you two aren’t super close in the first place, your minimal conversations seemed to have just disappeared. when you see ellie walk one way, you are walking the other. and it’s all over your silly little crush.

in reality, ellie has been too stressed to notice. at least, she was until maria told her she’s being paired with someone new for the next patrol. all she could think about was the realization that you’ve been ignoring her. the realization has her set on seeking you out after work. She won’t have her girl ignoring her.

your post-work relaxation time suddenly ends exactly ten minutes after ellie got off of work. your body visibly freezes as your hear loud knocking on your door. you know it’s ellie deep down, but you’re still praying it’s not. it’s not like you have anyone else that would need you this hour. having to face the woman you have a major crush feels like the end of the world to you.

every step towards the door fills your stomach with more and more dread. deep breath in, deep breath out. you whip open the door just to be met with ellie’s displeased face. ‘fuck? does she know?’ it’s all you can think now.

“so… are you going to invite me in? or?” you blink up at ellie, quickly nodding. you can tell she’s irritated about something.

stumbling over your words, you respond nervously. “y-yeah. come in.”

you’ve barely shut the door before ellie starts questioning you. “why are you ignoring me?” she sighs out your name, “you didn’t even tell me! i had to hear it from maria. not nice, is it?”

ellie’s words go straight to your core. your body starts to feel warmer and warmer with each glance at her. you know you should feel about about upsetting ellie but how could you why she just looks this hot? at the least, you decide you’ll apologize. it would be silly to let anything like this get in the way of your friendship.

“shit, els. i’m sorry. i just— i dunno.” you hope she can hear the guilt seeping through your words. you agree with her, “yeah, it wasn’t cool of me.”

“you dunno?” ellie questions, her eyes filled with curiosity and something else you can’t place. you watch as she fidgets with something in her pocket before continuing, “guess you gotta find an answer, huh?” her teasing tone does nothing to help how you’re feeling.

before you can even attempt to open your mouth, your brain starts to malfunction. the second your eyes land on the knife coming out of her pocket, you know it’s over for you. it’s the switchblade. the one that started this whole mess for you. god, ellie was just making this all so much harder for you by the minute.

the quiet sound of the blade being switched open and shut is mesmerizing to you. all doe eyed over it, you don’t hear ellie trying to get your attention. it’s not until she realizes what you’re fixated on that she feels clued in. her silly girl has been getting all pent up about her switchblade.

you blink semi-back to reality as a hand is suddenly being waved in your face. “hello? you gonna come down to earth?” ellie’s tone teases you.

“huh?” the world feels unfocused as you try to convince yourself you can get out of this situation.

ellie’s voice is “oh, i get it now. kinda slutty, baby. all shy over my knife, hmm? maybe it’s time you see it all up close and personal now.”

ellie’s words instantly catch your full attention. fuck, she knows. fuck! you feel like the whole world is spinning.

“you could’ve told me sooner, ya know. wouldn’t mind corrupting a pretty girl like you.” there’s a predatory grin hidden among her teasing tone.

caught in the act, you try to deny it. the crack in your voice makes it less convincing. “what? no way! just got distracted ‘s all.”

“oh? is that so?” each word dripping with fake curiosity as ellie starts to slowly walk towards you. step by step, you’re being forced towards the wall.

“can’t escape now, can you? well, not like you should try anyway, baby. i’ll always catch you… even if it means i have to hurt you a little,” ellie all but whispers, instantly making you more wet.

two more steps and your back is hitting the wall. you’re sure it would hurt any other time, but not now, while the hottest woman you know is teasing you. all the nights spent with your hands down your shorts while thinking about ellie finally seem to be paying off.

“caught you baby.” she grins like a wolf, watching you gulp due to a mix of fear and excitement.

ellie’s grins morphs into a smirk as she decides what exactly she wants to do to you. she almost feels bad for how how turned on she is by the fact you’re at her mercy now. sweet, innocent you being so obsessed with her knife? she decides it would be an absolutely travesty if she didn’t give you a taste of her with it.

surging forward, ellie’s lips crash into yours. her semi-crackled lips meet yours with a fiery passion that could burn down cities. ellie’s tongue shoves into your mouth. moaning, you instantly grant her dominance. the connection between you two is electric. this is the moment you’ve both been secretly pining for.

you’re the first to come up for air. spit hangs from your lips as you look into ellie’s blow out eyes. lust is written all over her face. while you’re staring into her eyes, you don’t notice her slipping her trusty blade out of her pockets.

you gasp out when you see the knife in her hands. “e-ellie?” you stutter out. you hope she can’t tell you’re nervous now, but of course she can. she’s ellie williams.

ellie mocks you, “y-yes?” she watches as your face turns red. “gonna be still for me, baby? gonna be my good girl? i don’t want to hurt you,” she faux frowns.

she smiles, pleased with your obedience. “such a good girl,” she draws out. “gonna get rid of this is silly little top now. you won’t need it for what i’m going to do to you.”

you’re not sure if that’s a threat or not. either way, the damp spot in your underwear is starting to grow larger. you watch with horny but cautious eyes as she brings her blade up to the top of your shirt, right by your chest.

ellie quickly slices your top down the middle, cutting off your bra and tank top in the process. your brain short circuits. you’re unsure what to say, so instead you let out the most phonographic sound ellie has ever heard in her entire life. it’s a sound between a mix of a gasp and depraved moan. honestly, no one has ever turned you on and much as she is right now.

you suck your breath in as ellie very lightly trails the blade down your stomach. every sound you make is driving her more and more crazy; she’s losing her patience. “that’s pretty sick of you baby. can’t believe you’re getting off from this. hope these cute panties aren’t a favorite.” it’s all she says before you watch your panties get sliced down the middle, pooling down to your socks.

“you’re such a good girl… bet you’d let me do anything to you. now hold still. don’t make me have to hurt you,” she vaguely threatens before she shoves her knife back into her pocket.

your legs are like jelly as she nudges your legs open with her available hand. you hear her whisper something along the lines of “i need to taste this sweet pussy” before she starts to run a finger between your folds. shuttering, you left out a broken moan. ellie takes it as a sign to continue with her ministrations to your soaking cunt.

your knees nearly give in the second you finally feel her tongue on you. the girl looks up through her lashes as she swirls her tongue around your bud, slowly working you up more. you try to buck your hips up to get more friction, only to be met with her hands forcing you back down.

“beg for it then, if you’re going to be an impatient slut for me,” she spits out.

you try to spit some words out, you really do. the pleasure you’re receiving is short circuiting your brain. you would give up, but ellie’s pointed look tells you to speak up. “please! please! i’ll do anything. wanna feel you more,” it all comes out pathetically.

“see, you can listen. guess i just needed to scare you a lil, huh?” you can hear the condescending tone in her voice, though you don’t care. you swear you’ll do anything as long as she continues.

ellie’s nice this time around— she immediately goes back to shamelessly eating you out. while she loves teasing you, she loves tasting you even more. every pitiful moan just makes her crave you more. she has a carnal desire for you. it’s like you you were both made for this.

each flick of her tongue has your knees buckling. youre internally grateful that she’s holding you against the wall. there’s no way could stay upright right now without her. she has you feeling so sensitive, yet so good at the same time. ellie’s eating you out like a man starved, like it’s her last meal on this earth.

you try to speak, you really do. you want ellie to know how good she’s making you feel right now. it all comes out in whines, though. “i-so good. more! more! please,” you don’t even know what you’re begging for at this point.

however, ellie gets what you’re trying to say. sure, she’ll give her girl exactly what she needs. you feel a finger rub up and down your slit a few times before she enters you. the stretch feels amazing. you have never felt better than you do right in this moment. you reward her with the most delicious moan she’s ever heard.

“gonna have you take another baby. wanna fill you up,” is the only warning ellie gives you before she slides her middle finger in.

rewarding her with another moan as she puts her mouth back on you. you feel so full. so good. you’re starting to see stars. every thrust of her fingers, flick of the tongue, or bruising grip on your hips has you coming closer and closer to the edge. luckily, the woman catches onto your closeness. she starts to speed up her ministrations to your wet cunt.

legs starting to shake, ellie moves her hand to hold you down my the stomach. a cry leaves your lips as the newly delicious pleasure starts to make you even weaker. at this point, your favorite patrol partner is making out with your clit as her fingers slam back into you. three more thrusts and you start to reach your orgasmic bliss.

ellie fucks you through your orgasm. the way you squeeze around her fingers has her soaking her boxers with slick. she’s never craved anyone more than you, she swears it. watching you come undone because of her has her feeling some type of way.

ellie hears you whisper out a “fuck.” she knows you’ve come back down to earth. it’s all you can think to say as you adjust post-bliss. it’s been decided: that was the most earth shattering orgasm of your life.

ellie smirks, standing up to kiss you. “you, me, my strap, and the knife. tomorrow night?” she whispers as you catch your breath.

“yours or mine,” you giggle out before meeting her lips again.

mini holiday drabble | miguel o’hara

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Wait, give me a second…!” He bullied his cock into you in a slow, sensual manner. The slow movements of his hips, you felt the mushroomy head lightly rub against your spongy g-spot. “You wanted, no… you needed to move yourself against me.” He slowly trusted into you, allowing his tip to repeatedly hit that spongy spot you ever so desperately wanted. “Harder…” A whine escaped, feeling your soft, tight walls sucking Miguel back into your wet cunt.

It was supposed to be a nice, quiet Christmas evening with Miguel. Doing nothing but sit by the fireplace, cuddling and having a hot chocolate or two. But that idea was thrown out the window when you accidentally palmed at his dick. An innocent mistake turned into a sweat house in the living room.

“My, you're taking me in like a vacuum. You're perfect.” You wanted to laugh at the comparison Miguel made but what only came out was a breathy laugh, combined with a moan. The hairs from his happy trail lightly brushed against the pearl of nerves, sending shivers down your spine. “Don't say silly things like that," You breathed out to him before a moan escaped from you. A slow pull-out made you whine out to him, wanting him back inside of you. You felt his length rub against your clit in a slow, agonizing pace and he made sure that you felt the veins, along with his pre-cum coating your clit. “Stop teasing…” A whine left from you. You already wanted him to rearrange your guts and to put his heavy load into you. “Teasing?” He quipped the question to you. “Yeah…”

“But I ain’t teasing, chiquita…” He slipped back in with ease, grasping onto the back of your knees, spreading your legs apart. “You are even wetter… easier for me to do,” He paused for moment and bullied his tip back into your spongy cervix. “Oh God!” you squealed out to him and withered under him. "No, cariño… You call out to me..." His thrusts move at a rapid pace, bullying your entrance. “Come on, give me ‘nother one.”

[a/n]: ik its late but happy holidays & new years! I wanted to gift you all a mini-drabble in honor of the holiday spirit. i do have to apology for the late update. I work retail and have worked overtime. hope you all are happy and healthy. it’s been a while since i’ve written smut so bear with me pls. i’m trying to get back on the groove of it.

TIS THE SEASON TO BE HORNY! 🎁❄️🔥 & it being Suchwita Yoongi?! ❤️💚❤️💚 THANK YOU!!

🎄Kinkmas Drabble 2🎄

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Fem Reader

Prompt: Restrained + Gift Wrapping (from THIS PROMPT LIST created by @goodsoop )

Warnings: Language, explicit sex, light/playful bondage, spit is involved.

Summary: Yoongi convinces you to take a little break from gift wrapping.

A/N: Not me, giving zero fucks about schedules and stuff 🙃

Yoongi pulls his headphones off and sets them on his desk, watching the screen of his laptop go dark. It’s well past 7pm and he hadn’t realized he’d been working all day.

He stretches his arms up and out, and sits for just a moment contemplating a snack.

Immediately when he steps foot into the kitchen he hears you, well, he hears the crunch and crinkle of wrapping paper that is. You told him you’d get every gift wrapped today, come Hell or high water — a task you absolutely despise, yet become obsessively particular about each year.

“Just put them in gift bags baby,” he’d said one year. To which you responded with,

“No. It has to be special, my mother always made it so special for each person, I want my presents to look like hers. Special.”

Well, he wasn’t going to touch that with a 39.5 foot pole, so he’d just shrugged and accepted your method of self-torture.

He stuffs some chips in his mouth and saunters down the hall to the guest room, aka the room you turn into your own version of Santa’s Workshop every holiday season.

You’re sitting in the middle of the floor, surrounded by mountains of tissue paper, wrapping paper, boxes (both completed and still unwrapped), ribbons, bows — he can barely make you out in the piles of it all.

His chuckle is what grabs your attention as you clumsily twist toward where he stands.

“I hate myself,” you laugh with him, “why do I do this every year?”

“Because you’re special,” he kisses the tip of your nose. “You’ve got ribbon stuck in your hair,” he adds, fingering your locks, untangling a long string of ribbon stuck in there by a rogue piece of tape.

“Not surprising,” you chuckle.

Maybe it’s the piece of him that constantly wants you, or maybe it’s because he’s pent up after a long day of working — either way he suddenly pictures you tied up in string, while he fucks you relentlessly across the guest bed.

He straightens up the hair that got messed by the tape, brushing his fingers over your ear then down your neck as he delicately wraps them around your throat, pulling you into him.

You sigh into his embrace, kissing him deeply, allowing yourself a much needed break from gift wrapping. Neither of you make a move to pull apart, instead the kiss becomes intense, deeper, heated.

“I…should probably…finish these,” you whisper between languid rolls of his tongue against yours.

“Let me unwrap something real quick,” he grins against your mouth. His fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt.

You think about the mountain of gifts yet to be wrapped, but the way his mouth comes down on your neck makes it suddenly feel less important.

“Come here,” he commands gently, stripping himself of clothes. You follow suit, peeling layers off as you crawl up onto the guest bed like he asked.

Yoongi stares at the pretty green ribbon in his hand and looks up at you.

“What?” you wonder what he’s thinking.

“Lie back, put your hands up by the bed post,” he smiles, pulling the ribbon in his hand taut.

You narrow your eyes at him, but do as he asks, a warm excitement buzzing.

He comes around and wraps the ribbon around your wrists, looping and tugging until he finally secures it around the post. It’s loose, gentle, you could easily slide right out of it, but you don’t.

“Fuck,” he breathes, taking a step back, “you look so fucking sexy tied to a bedpost.”

“What are you going to do with me now, hm?”

“Was planning on fucking this pretty cunt right the fuck open, unless you wanna get back to wrapping,” he points towards the gifts.

“Nuh-uh,” you shake your head, “touch me…please,” you smile. His cock twitches at the soft please you utter.

“Please huh? Fuck, if you’re this cute tied up I may just keep some ribbon on deck year round,” he grins, hoisting himself up onto the bed right between your legs. He runs his hands from your knees to your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Yoongi…” you whisper his name as your hips roll around, begging him to touch more.

He brushes the pad of his thumb over your slit and you buck.

“Mm, not quite wet enough to take me yet,” he clicks his teeth.

You watch as he lowers his mouth down on your thigh, licking a lazy stripe higher and higher towards your sex. Honestly you don’t believe you’re not wet enough, between the ribbon and his mouth you’re fairly certain you’re dripping, but you’re not going to argue with him going down on you.

He looks up at you briefly, “Have I ever told you how much I love your fucking pussy?” he asks, nuzzling the soft hair on your mound.

“It may have come up once or twice,” you sigh, he’s pressing his lips all over - except where you want, the tease.

You lock eyes with him once more as he parts his mouth, letting a string of spit fall right onto your open cunt. It’s obscene, and honestly you could cum at the sight of it.

“Shit, for the love of all…please,” you beg.

“Please what?” he teases, finally pressing his tongue against you. It jolts you, your thighs fly apart and you fight the urge to pull yourself from the ribbon to bury your hands in his hair. You don’t, instead you ball your fists and rock your hips in time with his licks.

“Yoongi…god…” you moan, chasing his tongue.

It’s the sound for you. The deliciously sexy sound of his tongue on your wet sex. It’s too much. You want him inside you, need it.

“Fuck me, please fuck me,” you beg.

He continues lapping at you a few moments longer, until his cock is so hard it’s painful, the only thing to soothe it being your warm, wet cunt.

He drags you toward him by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his hips. He presses his thumb to your clit, softly rubbing as you grind into it.

“I’m so close I swear if you don’t put your dick in me…,” you laugh breathlessly.

He grins, biting down on his bottom lip, “That’s big talk for someone all tied up.”

“With Christmas ribbon,” you remind him, “I could slide right out of this and tie you up you know, check my bows out,” you nod over to your pile of gift wrapped perfection.

“We’ll do that next time,” he smirks, lining his cock up with your entrance and pushing into you.

You let out a satisfied groan, taking over where his thumb was to rub your clit while he fucks into you hard. Something you absolutely love that he does in this position is hold your hips down as he thrusts into you, it’s so fucking hot. So when he does just that you give him another approving gasp.

“That’s it, come for me, fuck you feel so good baby,” he grits.

“Harder, please, make it hurt,” you beg, and he utters a guttural moan as he pulls your legs up to his shoulders, your hips lifting up off the bed a bit.

“Oh god…yeah…like this,” you approve.

You loosen yourself up, releasing all the tension in your body, your only focus on how it feels as his dick drags against your walls. You bite down on your lip, rolling your head back as you push against him and you come. So fucking hard. An eruption of swears mixed with his name pour out of your mouth and bring him to the edge as well.

He leans over you and fingers the ribbon around your wrist until it falls away. You bury your hands in his hair and drag his mouth onto yours.

“I love you, so much,” he whispers between kisses.

“I love you too,” you reply, hugging his head to your chest as you both catch your breaths. “Thank you for the break, I needed it.”

“You still finishing all this tonight?” he looks up at you as you brush through his locks with your fingertips.

“Yes, I said I would so I will,” you chuckle and so does he.

“I’ll help you then.”

“Yeah? Think you’re up to the delicate art of gift wrapping?”

“Nope, but I’ll put them in bags for you,” he laughs.

You look over at your pile. Maybe there are a few things that could go in bags…after all, suddenly you’re quite inclined to save your gift ribbons.

T H E E N D

It’s 7am and i’m stifling a scream! What a perfect lil kinkmas gift!! That was 🔥🔥🥵👅How I long to be their roommate. I feel like the spiked egg nog was just a ploy for Yoongi to get into their pants. You are right, instigator Yoongi is the best.

Day 3 ❄️ MYG, JHS

Kinks: choking, spiked eggnog

Pairing: Bi!Yoongi x Bi!Reader x Bi!Hoseok

Genre: holiday, smut, porn with the barest of plots, Roommates!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, explicit drinking game, kissing (mxr and mxm), choking, hair pulling, hand job, undernegotiated kink, implied fucking (mxr), implied voyeurism, discussions of multiple sexual scenarios like oral sex (m and f giving, m receiving) and public fingering, Stoner!Hobi because that's my jam, Yoongi is once again the instigator because that is also my jam, also long-haired Yoongi warning

Word Count: 2.3K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Secrets come to light after your roommate spikes the eggnog

A/N: The genesis for this one came from a discussion in the group chat with @bangtanintotheroom and @herecomesjoon. Thanks to them for helping me brainstorm! 💜

Unbeta'd as usual.

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

Day 2 ❄️ Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 4

New Year’s Day is always rough, but it’s honestly one of your favorite days. It typically finds you sleeping until noon, waking with a hangover, and recuperating on your couch watching dumb movies while one of your two roommates makes you something greasy and delicious to help you recover. 

The remnants of last night’s party are still strewn about your apartment, plastic cups and streamers everywhere. The place looks like a festive tornado swept through it. But you don’t care, draining the bowl of haejangguk that Yoongi made for you. Your other roommate Hoseok sighs happily as he puts down his spoon. 

“We should probably start cleaning,” he says, eyeing the mess around you. Typical Hoseok. Not even a killer hangover could stop his neatfreak ways. Even though you’d watched him drink his body weight in liquor last night, he looks remarkably refreshed, nary a dark circle under his eyes as he runs his fingers through his platinum blonde hair. 

You groan, taking the empty bowls from your roommates and carrying them into the kitchen. “Please. Not now, Hobi. I’m still feeling all those shots from last night.” You dig through the fridge, hoping to find a sports drink hidden somewhere, but all you find is soju, and a giant bowl of eggnog. “Fuck, we didn’t finish the nog last night? There’s so much left.” 

Yoongi pads into the kitchen. Unlike Hoseok, he looks sleepy, but that’s just his normal countenance. His dark hair curls over his ears, brushing his shoulders as he joins you at the fridge. “You know, we can solve those two problems at once.” 

“Huh?” 

He gestures to the eggnog. Then he wanders over to the counter where various bottles of liquor are still arranged from last night. He picks up a bottle of whisky. 

“Bring me that bowl.” 

It’s not a great idea, but it’s also not the worst, you conclude ten minutes later, sipping on a glass of spiked eggnog. Why not indulge in a little hair of the dog to get rid of your hangover? The bowl sits on your living room table for easy refills. You’ve curled yourself into a ball on the couch again, feet pointing towards Yoongi, who lounges at the other end. Hoseok’s sitting in the worn-out armchair the three of you found at a secondhand shop, legs splayed comfortably. 

“How long is this stuff good for?” he asks, swirling his cup a little.

Yoongi shrugs. “Probably not too long, so drink up.” 

Hoseok frowns. “It’s not exactly chuggable.” 

“Then don’t chug it,” Yoongi replies calmly, earning a scowl from Hoseok. 

“How about we play a game?” you ask, wincing slightly as you take another sip. “Lord, Yoongi, did you have to put the whole bottle in there?” 

His lips quirk in a quick smirk before he raises his glass in the air. “Never have I ever… hooked up with a stranger on New Year’s Eve.” Then he takes a sip. 

“Oh, I guess we’re playing already,” Hoseok says, also lifting his cup to his lips. 

You keep your cup lowered. “Yoongi, the point is to make others drink, not yourself.” 

His eyes glimmer. “Well, where’s the fun in that?” 

“Me next,” Hoseok purses his lips. “Um, never have I ever… uh… kissed someone under the mistletoe.” 

All three of you drink. 

“Okay, I guess we’re doing a holiday theme, so… never have I ever gone to Christmas dinner with my family while completely stoned.” 

Hoseok drinks while you grin. He rolls his eyes. “Laugh if you want, but it was the only way to survive. Anyway… never have I ever given a mall Santa a blow job.” 

Yoongi takes another sip. 

“Seriously?” you squeak.

He shrugs. “I liked his beard. And I told you that in confidence,” he points at Hoseok, as the blonde man’s honking laughter fills the room. 

The game continues this way for a while, the three of you cashing in on the knowledge you’ve gained over your years of friendship to force one another to drink. As the bowl drains, the mood in the room gets sillier, the questions slide from holiday-themed to just generally explicit, and you start to wonder what will run out faster - the eggnog or the secrets you’ve kept tucked away about your roommates. 

“Um…” you glance at the ceiling, slumped against the back of the couch, trying to think of another question. Yoongi has shifted as he’s grown drunk, sliding towards you so that his arm rests against yours, while Hoseok has turned sideways in his seat, his legs hanging over the arm. He’s currently staring at the wall, face redder than the Santa’s hat he wore last night. “Hobi. You good over there?”

He tilts his head slowly, like he’s really thinking about it. Then he favors you with one of his brightest smiles, the one that makes his eyes disappear. “Yes.” 

You and Yoongi giggle, and Yoongi nudges you with his arm. “Come on, go.” 

“Okay, okay. Never have I ever…” Your attention is diverted by the warmth of Yoongi’s hand, where it lightly traces wobbly circles on your thigh. It’s nothing new, the two of you cuddling on the couch like this. Both of your roommates are pretty touchy-feely and so are you. But the whisky and the game have fired up the horny part of your brain, and his touch is only adding fuel to the flames. Doesn’t help that you’ve always found him attractive.  “Never have I said someone else’s name in bed.“

Hoseok drinks as Yoongi laughs.

“Look, it was an honest mistake - Soomin is really close to Sungmin!” 

“Yeah, but Soomin’s brother was named Sungmin!” you shout. “She was sucking your dick and you called her by her brother’s name!” 

Hoseok shrugs. “Well, maybe I had to think about him while she was doing that, because she was so shit at it. And he wasn’t.” 

“Holy shit, Hobi,” you cackle, “you’re ice cold.” He just grins, shooting you a wink, and you feel it in the pit of your stomach. Why must both of your roommates be so hot?

Yoongi’s up. “Never have I ever been fingered on the bus.” 

You shoot him a glare before taking a drink. 

“Whoa, public fingerbang?” Hoseok’s eyes widen. He slips out of his chair, crawling towards the table to refill his drink. “I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist.” 

“I’m not. Not really. I mean, sometimes things just kinda… happen… you know?” You set your glass on the table. “Did one of you crank the heat up? It’s really warm in here.” Tugging your hoodie off, you toss it on the back of the couch. 

“It’s not warm, you’re just drunk,” Yoongi informs you. 

“‘M not drunk, I’m pleasantly tipsy,” you state. You’re also losing your mind a bit now that Yoongi has switched things up, raking his fingernails down your thigh instead of lightly drawing shapes. 

Hoseok, still on the floor, has also noticed the motion, his gaze fixed on Yoongi’s hand. His eyes bounce between the two of you for a moment before he speaks. “Never have I ever messed around with a roommate.” 

Furtive glances fly around the room. No one drinks. 

The drunken giddiness that once permeated the room is gone now. Instead, the air feels thick, almost hazy with a strange kind of frustration. You didn’t really notice it building until now, but it’s almost unmistakable. 

You bite your lip, wondering if your next question is too much, asking it anyway. “Never have I ever masturbated while thinking about a roommate.” 

All three of you drink. 

Yoongi keeps the rim of his glass pressed to his lips, looking deep in thought as he ponders his next question. “Never have I ever wished a roommate would catch me masturbating.” 

There’s a slight pause, and then you all drink. As if a switch has been thrown, the game speeds up, questions flying faster and faster. 

“Never have I ever wanted to go down on a roommate.” Everyone drinks.

“Never have I ever wanted a roommate to go down on me.” Everyone drinks.

Yoongi, then Hoseok, then you. Each of you asking questions that are no longer pointed scenarios meant to make each other drink, but thinly veiled wishes coming to light. And every sip reveals that these wishes, these desires, are shared.

Hoseok slides around the table as the rounds continue rapid-fire, until he’s close enough to brush his hand against your bare leg. Between his fingers dancing up your calf, and Yoongi’s hand squeezing above your knee, you feel like your body is on fire. 

“Never have I ever wanted to fuck a roommate,” Yoongi rasps, voice pitching low. Everyone drinks.

Hoseok’s fingers lock around your ankle. “Never have I ever wanted to get fucked by a roommate.” 

Again, everyone drinks. You can’t take it anymore. 

“Fuck, never have I ever wanted a roommate to kiss me,” you say, your words breaking as your question becomes a plea. Thankfully, Yoongi recognizes this, and he cups the back of your head to pull you in for a kiss. 

You suck the whisky from his tongue as he plunges it between your lips. A groan sounds from deep in your throat. The hand not holding your head has now run beneath your shirt, blazing a path directly for your breast. 

Hoseok hisses from the floor, gripping your ankle tightly enough to draw your attention. When you turn your head, he rises up on his knees to meet your lips. Where Yoongi’s kiss was deep and smooth, Hoseok’s is fiery and sharp, teeth biting as he slides his mouth down to your neck. 

“Never have I ever wanted a roommate to choke me,” Yoongi husks, and Hoseok pulls away from your throat to stare at Yoongi as Yoongi grabs his glass to take a sip. 

“Fuck, you’re into that?” you breathe, chest rising faster. Yoongi nods, and Hoseok straightens up, moving until he’s directly between the two of you on the couch. 

Hoseok holds up his glass. “Never have I ever choked a roommate,” he smirks, tossing back the last of his drink. 

The two men stare at each other. The tension between them makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Then they both lean forward, moving as if one until their mouths crash together. Yoongi whimpers when Hoseok’s fingers lace into his long locks, tugging to make Yoongi tip his head back, exposing his throat. 

As Hoseok’s fingers wrap around Yoongi’s neck, you snatch up your glass and raise it over your head in a cheers to yourself. “Never have I ever watched my roommate choke my other roommate.” And you take a swig. 

Yoongi’s hips buck upwards as Hoseok begins to squeeze, and your eyes are drawn to the bulge in his pants. Experimentally, not wanting to interrupt the frenzied kissing happening in front of you, you trail your hand along Yoongi’s thigh, close to but not touching his dick. He immediately jerks to the right, trying to thrust his hard-on into your outstretched palm. 

Hoseok finally stops trying to swallow Yoongi’s tongue and lifts his head. His fingers relax a little. “Want more?” he asks the other man. 

“Yes,” Yoongi exhales, voice barely a croak, and his eyes dart to you. “Touch me, please,” he moans, and then he curls his fingers into Hoseok’s shirt, yanking the man towards him for another kiss. 

You quickly free his dick from his pants. He’s so warm in your spit-soaked hand, cock practically throbbing under your fingers as you start to stroke him. His hips jolt upwards when you tease the sensitive skin at the head of his dick, and he whines into Hoseok’s mouth, who groans in reply. 

“Fuck, you two are so hot,” you mutter. 

Hoseok’s fingers are once again digging into Yoongi’s throat, cutting off the man’s air, and Yoongi starts rutting into your hand faster than you’re jerking him off, so instead of you giving him a hand job he’s basically using your hand as a sex toy, and the thought of him using you in any way has you panting, thighs squeezing together in desperation. Hoseok notices your needy shuffling and he rolls his lips up Yoongi’s cheek to speak. 

“Shit, you enjoying the show?” His darkened eyes and cocky grin sends a fresh wave of desire dripping out of you. “You’re next. If you want.” 

“I want,” you mewl. “Fuck, I want!” You don’t even know what it is he means, making out or choking or more than that, but you want it anyway. 

“Good.” The fingers twisted into Yoongi’s hair flex, tipping his head so Yoongi is forced to look Hoseok directly in the eye. “Just gotta get our boy here to come, and then it’ll be your turn. I bet he can’t wait to watch you come. Isn’t that right?”  

Yoongi moans at Hoseok’s question. So do you. Hoseok grins, tightening his hand again. You surge forward and press your lips to Yoongi’s. You can feel his hand groping at your breast again as you lick into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut as Hoseok gives one last hard press.

When he releases his hold, Yoongi falls apart. His spray coats your hand, dripping thick and hot down your fingers while you stroke him through his orgasm. It’s not until his hips go still again that you stop.

Yoongi gasps as air rushes back into his lungs. “Oh shit!” He collapses against the armrest, breathing heavily. Hoseok sits back on his heels, looking quite pleased with himself. 

Your hand is still coated in Yoongi’s release, another mess you should clean up, but again you don’t care. “Now what?” you ask your roommates impatiently.

Yoongi grins, reaching for his glass. “Never have I ever watched my roommates fuck.” 

He takes a sip.

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🎄 kinkmas 2023

i decided to participate in @neteyamsyawntu’s kinkmas this year YAYY!! sadly i don’t really have time to write anymore, so i’m just gonna do a few prompts.

prompts and info

day one: cockwarming – lyle wainfleet

day eight: tail play – miles quaritch

day twelve: kuru play – lyle wainfleet

kinkmas — cockwarming

recom!lyle wainfleet x fem!na'vi/recom

warnings: SMUT, piv, teasing/edging, dirty talk

0.7k words

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“Please– Lyle, please!”, she begged him once again, her voice filled with desperation. Tears of frustration were stinging in her eyes and blurred her view. Her eyebrows were scrunched together, her fingernails boring into his muscular biceps, as his elbows propped up the bulky man above her. Slightly shaking from exhaustion, her legs were bent at both of his sides.

The corporal only grinned, swiping some damp hair off of her forehead, while trying to memorize every little detail of her face, expressions and reactions. How her wet lashes fluttered, how her nose crinkled or how she huffed out in annoyance, when she didn’t get what she wanted. Lyle wanted to see everything.

“Please what?”

“Move!” A whine ripped from her throat and she subconsciously clawed into his arms harder, the heels of her feet digging into his sides. “Please.”

Despite her sweet way of asking, he didn’t. He stayed still inside of her, not moving an inch.

He knew he was being mean. However, giving in wasn’t an option either.

Maybe it was the intimacy or just the fact he liked filling her up, but whatever it was, he loved it. He loved to force his way into her, bottom out and stay completely still. The way he felt every little twitch of her walls around him and heard every little whimper and moan coming from her lips.

The pathetic attempts of fucking herself on his dick were not very successful in this position, making her grow even more frustrated. She arched her back with an unsatisfied groan.

Lyle chuckled.

“What happened to your patience, buttercup?” He kissed the kitten-like tip of her nose, making her moan with closed lips.

Wanting to take a look at her greedy pussy, he lifted himself off of her – to her displeasure. She mewled and pulled her brows together, as cold air suddenly hit her sweaty body. She gazed up at him with big eyes, her ears were pointing downwards in submission.

“Aw, c’mon, pretty girl”, he cooed mockingly. “Wanna look at ya.”

Lyle was now holding himself up with one hand and reached down with the other one to let it rest just above her pubic bone.

He briefly licked his lips.

Her slick hole had swallowed every inch of him, so that his pelvis area was pressed against her. Seeing the stretch of her pussy around his base made his dick twitch inside of her and his mind go blank.

He couldn’t help but groan out at the sight. In a way, it made him proud.

“Goddamn it, baby. You’re so perfect.”

His praise paired with the intense stare made her nervous and she clenched down with a soft moan, making him snap out of his trance.

Hungry eyes shot back up to her face, before the recom leaned down again and propped himself up on his forearms next to her head. With their faces now only inches apart, he tilted his head.

“Stop squirmin’,” he said and swiped his thumb across her cheek. “Wanna stay like this.”

With a huff, she tried to stop herself from wriggling and writhing around under his large body. It wasn’t as easy as he made it out to be, though.

On top of all the different sensations she was already feeling, he leaned down even further and started to kiss, suck and scrape along the thin skin of her neck.

The girl threw her head back in overwhelming pleasure.

Her senses were flooded by him. The way his hand was tangled in her hair, his mouth was teasing her sensitive neck and his dick was stretching her tight walls were just too much.

Nevertheless, she wanted more. She needed more.

But as much as her impatience flattered him, it was irritating. He pulled away from her neck to look into her eyes.

“You want me to stop?”, he growled, almost making it sound like a threat. It sure as hell sounded like one to her.

“No!”, she protested, followed by a whine. Her grip turned even tighter, like a physical way of telling him not to stop. To stay with her.

He almost felt bad, when he watched one tear escape her heavy-lidded eyes and slide down her temple. Almost.

“Then behave and be patient.”

her pov:

Steve Harrington x Reader Kinkmas Day 1-Marking

TW: Breeding, Marking, Hickey’s, Making out. (That should be it but let me know if I missed any! Also, this it a couple hours late but here it is! Enjoy Day 1 of Kinkmas!)

Word Count:911

Now listen here, Steve Harrington is a pretty simple guy. It doesn't take much to please him.

However, this man has a little problem when it comes to Jealousy. 

Flashback 

“Steve Harrington if you don’t get back here right now!” I yelled, fast walking after Steve as he walked out of the room.

“I'm going to the kitchen!” He yells back. 

I roll my eyes, turning the corner and leaning against the counter. 

“What are you even so mad about?” I ask, folding my arms. 

He closes the fridge and sets the orange juice on the counter. Tilting his head up and letting out a sigh. 

“I just, I don’t like you hanging around Tommy. And yes, I know he is my friend but he is a total asshole!” He said, turning around to face me. 

“Steve….” I whisper, “What are you talking about? Why are you bringing up Tommy?” I ask, walking towards him until I am standing right in front of him. 

He sighs, “after we hung out with the group yesterday. And You went to the restroom. I kinda overheard him talking about you- Don't ask what he said..I’m not gonna tell you, but it was very…filthy” He said. 

I snorted, “You’re mad at me because when we ALL hung out together last night, Tommy said some things about me” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No I- I’m not mad at you, I'm just mad. He knows you're mine! Why would he say anything like that at all?!” He says as his voice raises a little bit. 

I move my hands to his arms, rubbing them up and down until they settle on his neck, “Steve, If you think, that anyone besides you, gets to have me. Then you must be the dumbest man in the world” I said, Pulling him down for a kiss. 

He kissed back, Putting more force into, slowly pushing me back into the counter. 

His hands move down my hips, picking me up and setting me on the counter. 

I break the kiss to pull up his shirt, throwing it on the floor. Going back in for his lips. 

My hands move to his belt, unbuckling it as fast as I can.

He breaks the kiss, moving down my neck, biting and sucking, surely leaving marks that I'll have to cover later. 

His hands grab the top of my tank top, pulling it down so my boobs fall out. Wearing no bra tonight seemed like a good choice. 

He moves down my chest, sucking marks on my left boob then moving on to the nipple. Sucking like his life depended on it. 

I leaned my head back, letting out a loud moan. 

“Oh God! Steve, baby please. I need you” I said, pulling his mouth off my nipple and back onto mine. 

“Steve..I need your cock....Please” I begged against his lips, rubbing my thighs together, or at least trying to with him standing in between them.

“Alright fine baby, maybe I should put a baby into you. Then no one else can say anything about you.” He said, rubbing his cock between my folds. 

“God yes! Put a baby into me Steve! I want your babies.” I said, Moaning loudly as he slipped his cock in. 

“Mmm, Imma fill you up all nice.” He said, thrusting slowly in me.

My hands move to his back, pulling him closer to me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his lips down on mine. 

I moan in his mouth as his thrusts speed up. Feeling a little flutter in my stomach. 

“Oh Steve! Im gonna cum, I'm gonna cu-ahhhh” I said, cumming all over his cock. 

“Almost there baby, I'm almost there” he said, pulling my head back to kiss me. 

His thrust starts to get sloppy, and I know he's close. 

“Come on baby, come in me. Give your babies!” I said, encouraging him. 

“Ahh, oh my god.” He said cumming in me. 

Taking a moment to breathe, he rests his head on mine. 

“Damn babe, I know you’re possessive but just, damn” I said breathlessly. 

He laughs, “You didn’t think I was done with you did you?” He asks, picking me up off the counter and heading to the bedroom. 

He tosses me on the bed, crawling on top of me, “Oh baby, we’re just getting started” He said, kissing me again.

Flashback over

That leads me to right now. We have a breakfast date with the group in 20 minutes, and getting in the shower without looking in the mirror first left me this little surprise. 

My neck and chest, covered in hickies that's gonna take some time to cover up.

“Damn it Harrington. You better call them and tell them some lie on why we’re gonna be late!” I told him. Looking at him through the mirror.

He leans against the door frame, smirking. 

“I could tell them a lie, or we can just blow it off and I can give you more of those.” He said, walking over and putting his arms around my waist. 

“Nope. No. Nuh uh.” I said moving away and back into the bathroom. 

“We are not doing this!” I yelled. 

He just laughed and walked out the room. 

“I'll be waiting in the living room babe! Try not to take too long!” he teased. 

I rolled my eyes, Ignoring him, wondering how long it's gonna take me to cover these up.

— Sub!Hwa Christmas special

Happy holidays everyone, I am so excited to announce my mini series for kinkmas this year! Since this is my first time doing anything like this it’s going to be an interesting experience. The many kinks I have in mind for this year is going to have y’all shaking.

( Update every week or when I have an idea) 🤙🏽

1 — Needing you

2 — Anything you want

3 — I love you

4 — Eat it

5 — Christmas gift

twelve days of kinkmas

【13th to 24th of December.】

note: this is 18+ content. nsfw. very kinky stuff y’all. please practice safe, consensual sex okay mom.

all tom holland x fem!reader unless indicated otherwise. (some may be toms characters)

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day 1 ↠ face fucking, spit play + face slapping.

day 2 ↠ pain kink, masochism + choking.

day 3 ↠ impact play + overstimulation.

day 4 ↠ bondage + manhandling. w/ college!peter parker

day 5 ↠ humiliation, degradation + thigh riding. w/ fratboy!tom

day 6 ↠ exhibitionism + mirror sex. 

day 7 ↠ spanking, praise + facial w/ professor!tom

day 8 ↠ breeding kink, rough + cockwarming. w/ mob!tom

day 9 ↠  dom/sub dynamics, ass play + anal sex.

day 10  ↠ voyeurism, toy usage + edging w/ boxer!tom

day 11 ↠ sub!tom, praise kink + pegging.

day 12 ↠ threesome w/ harrison osterfield.