#i also wanna tug on it and play with it and scratch it and hold on to it when we're f*cking

[luveline]

also didn’t realise that amanda was their little baby but here’s an idea if ur up for it. amanda inherits like spencer’s smartness i guess and so when she starts spewing facts about the random-est stuff spencer’s overjoyed and then bombshells just staring at them with adoration in her eyes?? idk something really fluffy

“Shoes?” Amanda asks. 

“Yeah, babe.” 

“No thanks.” 

You hold Amanda’s socked feet in your hands. “You need shoes to keep your feet warm.” 

“I’ll have socks.” 

You look past her tiny face to her father for some assistance. Spencer scratches his neck, looking absolutely exhausted, though he’s dressed sharply. You’d spent a few minutes finger curling his hair this morning before it dried, and he’s brushed them out gently, giving him a windblown look. You pretend to take a photo of him. He rolls his eyes. 

“Amy,” he says lovingly, baby-voice in play as he leans over the back of the couch, “you know why you have to wear shoes?” 

“Why?” 

“Because growing up, your feet are very small, and very fragile. They need time to grow in proper structures, and they can’t do that if you don’t wear shoes when you’re walking a lot.” He gives her shoulder a rub. “Don’t you wanna match me and mommy?” 

“You wear shoes… different. Mom has heels,” she insists. 

“What if I wear flats?” you ask, eager to leave the house before afternoon. 

She shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest with a Spencer style pout. 

Spencer sits down next to her with a sigh. You’re both aware of how smart she is for her age, and while it can be interesting, it’s also made some stuff so, so hard. Like explaining shoes. “I’m not want to wear them. It’s good for my skin to breathe.” All her r’s sound soft, like w’s.

You rub your eyes. Spencer sucks in an excited breath. “Yes! Skin can’t really breathe, but it’s good to have it uncovered sometimes to help your circulation and your pores.” 

“‘Xactly,” Amy says. 

“And, you know, shoes that don’t fit right force your feet into narrow positions, which can cause a whole bunch of problems.” 

“No shoes,” Amy says. 

“But…” Spencer backtracks, thumbing under her eyelashes gently. “If you don’t wear your shoes, we can’t go out to the store for groceries and we can’t go to the bakery on the way home. Which means you won’t get your sugar donuts, mommy won’t get her slice of cake, and that’s gonna make me so sad.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I love when your mom is happy. It makes me happy when she’s happy. She doesn’t look very happy now, does she?” 

In all honesty, you’re much too pretty to be sitting on the floor, tights to the carpeting and your cute black dress bunching up your thighs. You refuse to close yourself into the ‘mom’ box some may expect of you, dressing as you had before you became a mom, but you’ve allowed Amanda the opportunity to choose your necklace; a gold pendant ring with green and pink sapphires. It’s gorgeous, colourful, and doesn’t even slightly go with your outfit. Spencer reaches for it now, tugging it straight carefully against your neck. 

You frown deeply, pulling your widest, softest doe eyes. “Please, lovely girl, put your shoes on. Or I’m gonna have to be strict, and I hate being strict.” 

“Don’t fw-own, mommy,” she says, listing into Spencer’s side, “you’ll get wrinkles. Worse wrinkles, ‘cos your muscles remember.” 

And again, all her r’s are w’s, her pronunciation lispy and sweet despite her amazing expertise. Spencer laughs and takes her face into two hands, kissing “Wow, smarty pants,” into her crown. “You’re so smart! I can’t believe it!” 

You feel your annoyance softening. Fine, she’s a smarty pants, and you secretly love it so so much. You’ll just have to carry her to the car. Or her genius dad can carry her. Actually, that could be great, Spencer’s never looked so handsome as he does carrying around your little baby, especially now he’s started working out every now and then. 

“Better role your sleeves up, Spence,” you say, standing up off of your knees. “I’m keeping my heels on. Daddy’s gonna carry you, and you’re gonna get wonky feet.” 

“That’s fine,” Spencer says to her in a whisper, “I’ll carry you forever if you want me to, even if you do get all wonky, bubby.”  

Amy preens as she wraps her arms around him and he picks her up. He takes her shoes from your hand without her seeing. 

“Isn’t she amazing?” he mouths, and he means it, his eyes wide with it. 

“She’s gonna protest socks, next, Spencer Reid, and then what are you gonna do?” you ask. You aren’t half as concerned as you’re pretending to be. Amy’s a baby. She’ll learn how important shoes are soon enough. 

“I’m gonna hold her in my coat, like this,” he says, pulling his coat over her legs. 

“Like that,” you say to yourself, grinning. “Okay, you two do what you want. Can we go now? We really need to get some groceries.” 

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 17th

captain price x handjob

one thing about price, is that his pants are always gonna fit snug around the crotch.

you’ve giggled about it before, laying half over his thigh in bed after he’d come home late snuggling into you — half asleep asking why he always wears such ‘tempting pants’ only for him to chuckle nonchalantly, saying something along the lines of “gotta give my best girl a show, don’t I?” before shushing you to back to sleep.

it became your favourite sight once he’d arrive home to you, his sweet doting wife, who can only try her very best to keep her eyes on his in conversation when his cock was practically looking at you first, heavy and visible in his pants, tight belt at his hips only accentuating the shape. you wondered if he was always half hard or something, or if he really was just that long and thick.

sometimes you couldn’t control yourself, you’d just wanna touch on him.

there’s no complaints from john as you lean up to kiss him slow and needy in the hallway when he’d arrive home in all his gear, your hand sliding down his stomach and caressing his bulge, a moan torn from your throat at just the shape under your hand. he smirks to himself, thinking you want something from him. “two steps through the door and you’re asking to get dicked down. y’think m’not tired, love?” he smirks against your mouth, fully willing to give you whatever you want regardless.

you whine a little, and as much as you’d love that— you’re just in the mood to take your time and play with him. so, you drag him to the couch and shove a beer into his hand, the full breadwinner treatment as you unzip his pants. “just wanna play with it. want you to relax, john.” you tell him sweetly through your eyelashes, holding that eye contact as you drool into your palm. he exhales, jaw slack as he shakes his head.

“i must be the luckiest man on earth.” he chuckles, low in his chest and you hum with a sweet little hazed out smile, lips still a little wet from drooling on your hand as you begin to tug at his cock.

“y’so big.” you practically mewl as you slowly stroke him up and down, twisting your hand for his pleasure.

“yeah?” he responds, lips against the tip of his beer bottle as he sips, voice slightly muffled into it and brows furrowed as he watches the movement of your hand. “fuck.” he whispers post swallow.

“mhm…” your voice is breathy and moan-y, and he can’t help but sit forward, reaching to pull you closer.

“you want me to fuck you like this, sweetheart?” he gruffs, placing his beer aside. you pant, your free hand pressing at his chest as you shake your head with doe eyes.

“just wanna see you cum like this, please? can have me afterwards…” you beg, not breaking the eye contact once again as you lean forward and drool, letting it hit the tip, your fingertips smoothing over it and massaging it into his cock.

“fuckin’ ell.” he scratches his beard, tipping his head back against the couch and spreading his thighs, the sight making you wish you took up his offer, but also glad you were being patient. “little minx, you are.” he smirks, his eyes still shut.

soon, his stomach is tensing, and he’s reaching out to grab the nearest thing to him, which happened to be a couch cushion, digging his fingers in as he pants. “shit, baby. right fuckin’ there.” he groans before spitting out pearly liquid into your palm, letting it drip down your wrist. you let out whimpers just at the feeling and how good he looked coming undone.

he finally comes down, barely aware of the feeling of the couch shifting beside him. when he finally comes to, reaching out for you and opening his eyes — he’s stopped in his tracks to see you with your panties off, eagerly using his cum as lube as you stroke your fingers hungrily through your own folds, whimpering. he eyes you with a tongue pressed into his cheek before shaking his head, regaining his strength as he pushes himself up to pin you on your back. “little fuckin’ tease, aren’t you?”

[laiiaaa]

MAAM I need your thoughts on sleepy, needy sex w carmy just before bed so you can sleep properly :’)

i think…..,,, many things. many many thoughts about this. so so many. here are some of them <3

It’s later than normal when Carmen comes to bed, but you’re not quite tired enough to fall asleep yet. You welcome him with open arms, all freshly showered with damp curls and smelling so fucking good, you can’t help but let him lay on top of you, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms over his shoulders to scratch his back and run fingers through his hair.

“Mmm, Carmy . . .” you hum, “Want you . . .” You don’t just hear him but also feel him groan into your neck, feel the cant of his hips you reciprocate happily.

“Fuck, baby . . .” His head dips as he props himself up on his elbows, trailing wet kisses to your neck and shoulder. “Aren’t you tired?”

“Mmh, yeah, but . . . It’s been so long . . .” You shimmy your hips around, trying to get a feel but not getting enough. “Jus’ wanna feel you inside . . .”

“Yeah?” His breath fans over your lips, and he cages you between his arms, slack-jawed when your hands circle around his biceps and massage the muscle. “You miss it?” A soft, sultry kiss to your cheek. “You miss how I’d fuck you whenever you wanted it?” he murmurs against you to make you whine just how he likes.

“Mhmmmmmm . . .”

“I know, honey . . .” Lips ghost by while he talks, scattering kisses between thoughts. “Gettin’ all needy on me again now that I’m busy?”

“Please, Bear . . . Want it now, so bad. . .” You can feel him against you, his cock growing hard behind his boxer briefs. It has your head spinning, pressing back into the pillow with shallow breaths.

“‘S that right?” The tip of his nose traces the contours of your face. “Gotta open you up first, baby, hm? Since it’s been a while . . . Don’t know if I’ll fit—”

“You will,” you pant, chest rising and falling now that he’s speaking to you so, so sweetly, so sensually, every breath spurring another grind of your hips. “You will, I promise, jus’ put it in, I can take it—”

He scoffs, let’s his head fall again in awe before he brings a hand to cradle your jaw, pressing the pad of his thumb to your pout. “You want it that bad, huh?” He smiles when you hum against it, nodding your head quick and short with your back in a pretty arch, and he just keeps playing with you as he presses it between your lips, his bottom lip tugged between teeth when a choppy “Fffffuuuckkkkkk— . . .” slips out at the way you suck on his finger like it’s his cock.

It doesn’t take long until he’s pushing himself to sit up, and he relishes in your nails gently drawing up his back even though you quickly follow it with a whine of his name that he coos quiet. “Be patient, baby,” he promises as his rough hands smooth up your thighs to the waistband of your flimsy cotton shorts. “Just gettin’ these outta the way.”

Agonizingly slow, he lifts your hips with one hand and pulls down your shorts with the other, taking his time to rest your feet by his shoulders. He smirks down at you as he does it, lids heavy with fatigue and with lust and with need, teasing the cotton up your legs with his lips pressing chaste kisses to your ankles.

And he looks so sexy, clad in nothing but his underwear; strong, hearty arms on display with veiny hands he’ll hold you steady with; rough palms brushing up and down your legs as he spreads them wide to accommodate his breadth; back muscles flexing as he pulls you from your sleepy, heady daze with his tip prodding at your cunt, briefs pulled down his thighs because he needs it just as much as you do.

“So fuckin’ wet . . .” he muses, breathless when a stroke through your folds chokes a whine from your throat. He’s always so, so sweet to you, his hands smoothing your hair back from your forehead as he pushes inside, swallowing your moans with a deepened kiss and a huffed sigh. “You alright? Feel okay, baby?”

“Yes— . . .” you cry, hands hooking onto his shoulders and eyes slipping shut as he starts moving his hips, already hitting right where you need him—

But then again, you were so needy for him in the first place, you’re not sure anything but this would’ve had you sated. And he knows it, how you always take him so well; how your saccharine sobs expose how he’s fucking you the way you deserve; how your lower, drawn out whines beg him to fuck into you just a little harder.

“So big, Carmy—you feel so good . . .”

"Yeah? Fuckin' needed this, baby—fuck, y'know that? Know how much I fuckin' love this pussy?"

And you just whine into his mouth, lips making a pretty o he could get lost in if he weren't careful, and the stretch burns so good you could cry. "CarmyCarmyCarmy— . . . please— . . ."

"I got you—" He kisses you slow to swallow your pretty cries, a strong arm wrapped around your waist to lift your back from the plush of the mattress, making an arch to fuck you just right to have your brain turned to nothing, his neck going loose to let his head fall to the crook of your neck again, steamy-hot groans turning your skin dewy. “Fuckin’—oh, fuck, shit, baby—so fuckin’ tight, gonna—”

“Give it to me, mhm,” you nod, rearing back into the pillow, so much softer than his firm hold on you.

“Gonna make me come, baby, you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this—"

"Please," you beg, "So so good, please, want you, Bear—"

That has him fucking into you hard and slow, chest full. "Yeah? Want me t'fuck you full—? Like you deserve, huh, baby—?"

"yes yes yes yes yes—" is all you know how to say, and it's pouring out of you like it's what you're meant to do, and you'd promise him with the way he always knows just what you want, just what you need, that you'd do this every day for him, if he had the time.

And while moonlight spills through the window to turn the room twilight blue, he keeps you teetering right at the precipice of pleasure, lending heated kisses across your neck and chest as confessions of love beneath tangled sheets until you're left breathless.

Breathless, and sleepy, and intertwining your legs with his as you lay in his arms, lips pressed to his over and over again until your eyelids grow too heavy to bear.

[leonw4nter]

A Dinner For Three

Husband!DI!Leon x F!reader

“Honey, it’s time for dinner. Time to get up,” your husband’s soothing voice gently tugs you away from the prying hands of a deep sleep. You slowly drift back into consciousness but you don’t open your eyes just yet, trying to linger in the border between sleep and the waking state for just a little longer. His calloused yet careful hands gently brush the strands of hair that veiled your eyes and nose away before moving to rake his fingers through your hair, trying to get you to finally get up and join him for a meal. You feel the couch dip around your waist area, prompting your lids to lift open. Your drowsy gaze falls on Leon who is now sitting beside you, a large hand placed on your leg as he gives it gentle squeezes in the way he knows you like while a pleased grin curls the tips of his lips skyward.

“Can’t I have dinner later? I still wanna sleep,” you drowsily mumble as you scratch at your arm, a little itch bugging you.

“I made you kimchi fried rice with two fried eggs and some boneless fried chicken with snow cheese,” he responds in an encouraging tone as he takes your hand and presses a kiss to the back of your hand.

At the mention of these meals, your mouth watered and you shot up. Well, as much as you can sit up with an eight-month old baby bump and the world suddenly spinning at the sudden movement of your body. Leon rushes to be closer with you, helping you sit up as he scans your face and body. He knew that you easily get dizzy now that you’re eight months into the pregnancy so he made sure to move you as slowly and carefully as possible so as not to trigger your nausea, helping you sit up while propping up some pillows behind you to give you time to regain your bearings before fully standing up.

“Someone got a little too excited,” he chuckles as he helps you sit up and recline into the pillows he placed behind your back. “Thought you wanted to sleep a little more.”

“Not when there’s a promise of fried rice, egg, and chicken,” you weakly chuckle while caressing your bump as you try to get your vision to stop spinning. Leon stayed by your side, observing you if you needed anything. After asking and then confirming that you didn’t need anything from him, he got up and walked over to the dining room. A few minutes later, he came back with placemats to place on the coffee table in front of you. He decided to bring along plates of dinner with the utensils to you, not wanting to make things more difficult or tiresome. Dinner was still steaming and the delectable aroma wafted through the air, your stomach grumbling in response to the feast in front of you. Tears sprung to your eyes, unable to hold back on the strong emotions brought about by raging hormones. A soft sniffle and a faint ‘aw’ catches Leon’s attention, turning his head to you. He quickly puts the plates he brought down, moving towards you and kneeling in order to look at you. His hand wipes a tear from your eye, a tender smile of his own playing on his lips though he looks worried.

“Something wrong?” he softly asks. “Why’re you crying?”

He moves in towards you, enveloping you in a delicate hug as he carefully sways you back and forth while he rests his head on your chest, his ears picking up the faint beats of your heart.

“Sorry,” you apologize. “My emotions are just… everywhere. I’m like– really hungry, happy, sentimental, and- and the fact that you moved dinner here instead of making me walk t-to the dining room– and also because I love you so much and you love me too,” you rambled with a sniffle in between.

He pulled back and peppered your tear-streaked face with kisses, his prickly stubble brushing against your cheek with each kiss planted before taking his time to admire his glowing wife, wondering what the hell he did in his past lives to deserve someone like you. “Must’ve stolen from the rich and given to the poor to have the greatest wealth in the form of her love,” Leon thinks to himself.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Very much,” he quietly tells you as he presses your foreheads together. “So, how about we have dinner now?”

You nod enthusiastically, smiling and chuckling as he helps you get down from the couch and into the floor, the ground beneath you lined with a soft towel laid on a pillow. He also got another pillow from the couch, placing it behind your back so you can recline and ease the weight you’re carrying. He gently rubs and presses on your lower back, letting you move into a much more comfortable position for eating. He takes your plate and adds in food, occasionally looking towards you as a way to silently ask if the servings he plated is enough already. You nod and take the plate from his hands, only to add in a few more servings to your plate as an excited gleam sparkles in your eyes. He chuckles and fills his own plate, his gaze occasionally flitting towards you. He takes his own spoonful of rice but not without shamelessly gawking at his wife sitting beside him; the way she lets out little happy squeals and does a pleased little dance is a sight he could watch forever. With each savory bite of the meal she so enjoys, Leon realizes that his life is similar to the dish in some form– a blend of different flavors, textures, experiences, and emotions elicited that led him up to this pure moment.

It occurs to him that this is their first dinner in their new home, having moved out of an old duplex due to safety concerns. The inside of their home is still unfurnished, boxes full and empty in every nook and cranny; the rooms would be void if not for basic furniture like chairs, tables, and their shared bed in the bedroom. This dinner would be their first and hopefully not the last to come in the years that this house will serve as a shelter to Leon’s family. He smiles at the realization, looking to his right to see his wife coming back for more. It warmed his heart to see how something simple and mundane like a warm meal satisfied you, your eyes all dewy and your soul satisfied by the good food. He couldn’t help but inch closer to you, bringing a hand to your growing bump and gently patting it.

“I’m glad you’re eating well, hon.” he softly whispers. “I’m happy that the little one is eating well too. I’ll continue to cook good food to keep you and our child happy, my dearest. Even when our baby grows up, I’ll continue to make sure everyone’s happy with the food they’ll be eating.”

You turn to him and grin, cheeks puffed up and full of rice and chicken. Even in this state, when you look funny and maybe even a little disheveled with your hair sticking out in all directions, he still looks at you like you’re the most marvelous view he’s ever had the chance of stumbling across. He opens his mouth as you move a spoonful of fried rice towards him, closing his lips around the spoon with a pleased hum.

“I know I look gorgeous, Leon, but you gotta get some bites in. Continue staring later,” you sweetly tell him.

He can’t wait for the moment when he’ll be able to do the good ‘ol “here comes the airplane” feeding trick for his baby.

NOTE - Will make note pretty short coz I'm eepy and wanna go to bed :)) Grades tomorrow morning, very terrified hopefully my grades aren't super low👍This fic was not proofread and was done in a cafe while waiting for my ride (finally understand the appeal of doing work in cafes; felt smart). EDIT: It's now the morning after I uploaded this and I decided to fix some things coz I feel like something was lacking and turns out I forgot to give credits, so I added that one right away. I'll try to write something a lot longer soon because my fics have been short lately 😭😭 I also watched a few clips of 'Welcome To Raccoon City' and now it's one of my comfort crappy movies. Like it's bad and that makes it GOOD. Anyways, thank you for reading my fics, I appreciate it very much :)) I <33333 UUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!! The heart dividers were made by @firefly-graphics , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

[postmodernbeliever]

fox mulder nsfw alphabet (for female/feminine readers)

an a-z of what's it's like to be loved by fox mulder in allllll the ways you wish you could be.

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i’ve never made one of these before so i followed another post’s example! a lot of this is chubby-girl friendly but also works for any body type. also, i got carried away so enjoy how long this is LOL. <3

my ao3 | word count: 3,537

content tags: smut smut smut SO MUCH SMUT, dom fox mulder, soft fox mulder, nsfw alphabet challenge, lots of kinks but i don't wanna spoil you gotta read it :), mentions of period/period blood, cross-posted on ao3

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a: aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he is sweet. like, really sweet. he loves to be gentle, to tell you how pretty you are and how good you did for him, praising you up and down and giving you lots of slow, adoring kisses. he also tends to get a bit bashful, because even if he just fucked you senseless you still give him butterflies; so often he hides his face in the crook of your neck or lays on your stomach, and talks quietly, like he’s shy. all his guards are down, and he is wholly dependent and doting on you.

actionwise, he cleans you up and helps you into some clean pajamas, but he usually leaves you bottom-less because you tend to be sensitive and the feeling of fabric between your legs can be an overload on your senses. but he covers you however he can, and he combs through your hair, gets you water, helps you get comfortable in bed. he’s so gentle it’s straight-up dreamy. 

b: body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on himself, fox likes his hands. he knows they’re pretty big, considering he’s a bit tall, and he thinks they look strong, but he takes more pride in them also being soft. he has some callouses, but the pads of his fingers are smooth. and when he met you, you told him how nice they looked and felt, and that won him over.

on you, he can’t pick between your love handles/waist and thighs. he loves to squeeze where you have the most skin, and both of those places are where your body curves. he loves your softer edges, and because his hands are big, he can grab a lot more of you. he also loves how you react to him touching you in these places- you’re sensitive there, and you shiver when he drags his fingers across you or grips you hard. your reaction plays a big part in favoriting those spots. (bonus: he loves your hands too, because they’re smaller than his and caress his face softly… and scratch up his back. we'll get to that later.)

c: cum (anything to do with cum)  

you actually tease him about this a lot, because he gets really eager sometimes and can’t hold it in. he’s developed a routine where he takes his time with you and draws your pleasure out as long as he can because he knows the second he starts actually fucking you, he won’t last long; and he is so much more interested in letting you be the one who receives, he gets off on stringing you out. also, it takes you a while to cum, so his pleasure-driven role is that much more important to him, because he will not stop until you do. and he loves when you finally cum way more than when he does. he likes to taste you, and make you taste yourself when he kisses you with coated lips. 

d: dirty secret

the night of the first day he met you, he had an insanely vivid wet dream about you. even having been with you intimately plenty of times now, he gets nervous to bring it up, because when you’re not around, he still draws on that dream to get off to. it's kind of his guilty pleasure. in it, you drag him into his office at work and let him eat you out on his desk, all over his files and papers. you were in a pleated schoolgirl skirt, and you kept it on for him to tug at. one day he’ll tell you (probably) and buy you a skirt, just so he can have the real thing. 

e: experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

the majority of his experience comes from all the porn he’s watched. despite his drive, he was always the one to take it slow with past girlfriends, and either they didn’t stick around long enough to wait for him, or when he did sleep with them, he didn’t have enough practice to make it how they wanted it. but he paid attention to how girls like to be touched and fantasized about being good at those parts. when he met you, you were even more inexperienced than him, so everything he did was like heaven to you, and he only gets better each time. he feels lucky to have you to learn with because you’re patient and you love everything he does, so he doesn’t feel pressure. 

f: favorite position

fox is somewhat old-fashioned. he loves missionary because it’s simple, and he can kiss you more that way, and it’s easy to be gentle or rough depending on what you both want. he also likes standing missionary for the same reason, particularly for times when you want him to be rougher. but the freaky part of him likes these because he wants to watch you surrender, to see all of you beneath him, powerless, as he brings you to climax. he wants to see your eyes haze over, how you struggle to speak while he pins you down. that way, you’re all his.

fox also really loves cowgirl, because he can still see all of you that way, but when you’re feeling particularly eager he likes letting you do the work. you’re still submissive even on top, because he needs to guide your hips and tell you to keep moving. he likes cowgirl even more when you ride him while he’s upright, like against the headboard or in a chair, because you bury your face in his neck as you work, and he loves being so close to you. plus, it took you little to no time to figure out exactly how to ride him right. and because he cums so fast most of the time, you usually ride him through his overstimulation, which puts him out of commission for the night. he can get obsessive about how good that one feels. 

g: goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

he can be, because he’s naturally got a goofy streak. but unless you’re feeling giggly or playful, he just falls into that mode of being soft and dominant, talking dirty, and trying to fluster you. 

h: hair (how well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he keeps it trim just for hygiene, but you expressed a lack of concern for that, especially since you don’t always keep yourself trim either. it can be tedious to always be clean-shaven (and he doesn’t mind if you’re a little hairy, just like you don’t care if he is.) but, he does not touch his chest hair, because you are vehement that he keeps it. 

i: intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

god, he is so intimate that it can leave you blushing for days after the fact. he does nothing but kiss and nip and lick, mouth and hands always on you; always whispering pretty things in your ears, dirty and gentle about how good you feel and smell and sound, about how pretty you look when he’s inside you. and innocent things, too. he tells you how pretty your tummy is, and your collarbones, every little part of your body gets admired. he tells you about how he loves your laugh and your smile, and how he's so lucky to have you all to himself. he takes every chance to make you feel cherished and important. he tells you how in love he is over and over like a mantra so that by the time he’s got you in the clouds, all you can think is he loves me, he loves me, he loves me… 

j: jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he jacks off fairly often, but only because he’s usually thinking of you. if you’re not around or he’s away on a case, he gets needy and takes matters into his own hands, because he can’t help his dirty mind. he’s done it everywhere- his office, the work bathroom, in just about every room in his house. and, though he’d probably never admit it to you, he likes to hold your clothes sometimes when he does, because the smell of your perfume drives him crazy. he always takes something of yours when he goes away, just in case.

k: kink (one or more of their kinks)

okay, he’s got a few, but mainly because they’re kinks based on how you act or what he wants for you. so we’ll start with the kinks surrounding your pleasure: 

obvious by now, praise. he loooves to praise. he’s crazy about you and how you make him feel, both emotionally and physically; he’s protective and loving, and he prizes you. he would make you cum just with words if he could. he adores pet names and anything he can call you, he will- princess, sweetheart, darling, honey, love, all of it. especially good girl, his personal favorite. he wants you to feel like the most special girl in the world because, to him, you are.

fox loves begging. he likes it for him, he likes to beg you for more, but he prefers when you beg. there’s something about watching you need him, and how your voice gets high-pitched and disgustingly lewd as you tell him what you want him to do. he loves being in control. 

daddy!subspace. there are times when fox gets a little too into it, and you fall into a subspace. he loves this, especially yours, because you mix his name up with daddy, and every freudian instinct in his brain fires like crazy. he loves when you call him daddy, because that opens the praise door nice and wide, and he loves helping you come down after, because you get so flushed and nervous and you’re simply adorable when you need help speaking and asking for what you want. 

now, fox’s personal kinks still have to do with you, but they're out of his own selfishness: 

belly bulges. it’s no surprise because he’s so possessive, but something inside him snaps than when he takes your hand and presses it against the pudge of your tummy, where you can feel his cock poking against your walls. he loves being just big enough to fill you, and he loves how you go cross-eyed every time he does this, too- it’s just as hot for you as it is for him. 

hands. he loves your hands and he wants them on him always, scratching him, marking his body with little red lines. they’re just small enough to make him feel big, and he loves your painted nails, too. he loves it when you pull on his shirt or his belt loops. he loves when you press them all over his face and chest because you don’t know what to do with them. he also loves to use his hands on you, to wrap softly around your neck and wrists, to pin your hips down, to push inside you; he has a penchant for sticking his thumbs in your mouth while he fucks you, too, because you always suck them like it’s your job. but there’s nothing like your hands on him. 

here’s the big one: your period. fox likes making you a pillow princess, but he’s a monster when it comes to your period. you were worried when he said he didn’t mind the blood, but that first time he ate you during your time of the month was otherworldly. he loves the extra sensitivity you have, because it takes little to nothing to get you screaming, and some dark part of him loves to smear your blood all across his mouth and his chin. he loves to kiss you with those lips, leaving bloody prints up your stomach and chest, all over your neck and mouth. he craves the mess, the taboo nature of it all, and he loves how it’s a way of gently defiling you; mixing your blood with his spit, with his cum, it makes you his and him yours. maybe there’s a screw loose on his part, but if cannibalism didn’t mean you’d die, he’d fucking eat you whole. he even likes the taste. like i said, obsessive- but it’s kind of hot, isn't it?

l: location (favorite places to do the do)

honestly, anywhere. just the fact that you want him is good enough. he’s gotten you off in restaurant bathrooms, and at family homes during holidays when you just needed him and couldn’t wait. but he is partial to his couch or his bed because he likes having you all to himself in his own space.

m: motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

acting stupid. he loves when you ask him to explain things to you, even if you understand on your own, because he likes teaching you; he also gets all hot and bothered when you pout or frown, or bat your eyelashes innocently, saying “can you start at the beginning?” or “can you go a little slower for me?”. because he knows you’re smart and the slight frustration of you acting like you’re not mixed with the need to pamper you gets him going like crazy.

saying his name. if you call him fox, or sometimes foxie, he’s just about ready to fall to his knees. nobody calls him fox, so to hear you say it isn’t just intimate and special, but it’s also so sexy. you say it so many ways, but when you want him, he’s never liked the sound of it more. 

his biggest motivation is your neediness. it seems that when you get going, you never want to stop. you want him to keep kissing, keep touching, keep licking, whatever it is you want more, and when you finish you want to start all over again because you get drunk on him- and that could keep fox going until he dies. he wants to give you everything you want, even if you never return the favor. he likes being yours to use. 

n: no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

fox does not like to degrade you, which might be odd for a guy who’s so controlling and protective, but it’s not in his nature. he loves you. he cherishes you. he couldn’t tell you you’re dirty, or you’re a slut, or any of the terms that might get other people off, because he doesn’t believe them. he thinks you’re perfect, an angel, so good, and he only wants to remind you of those. he wants you to feel loved. 

he also won’t hurt you. certain things he’ll do, like he’ll choke you or pin your wrists down, but he won’t be overly rough and he won’t leave bruises or make it hurt. you don’t fight back, so he doesn’t need to be anything other than assertive.

o: oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he prefers giving 100%. he likes it when you give him head because he likes seeing your pretty eyes look up at him, but he cums too fast to enjoy you doing it- plus, he can’t hear your noises when your mouth is full. he’d much rather just fuck you if he’s going to receive any pleasure. and god, is he good at it. 

p: pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s slow until he gets inside you. typically he likes to take his time on you, but when he starts fucking you, it starts to feel so good and you sound so pretty that he loses a little control and starts being rough. that part usually takes the shortest amount of time but it feels fantastic because he goes fast. 

q: quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

if you two are going to have a quickie, it’s going to be because you’re extremely horny in a place where he can’t take his time, and he simply can’t resist relieving you. but he really likes to be alone with you and go slow, draw it out as long as he can, and take good care of you. he wants sex to be special, he doesn’t want you to ever feel like it’s just a means to an end. sex is about love for him, not just a way to get his fix.

r: risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

fox is willing to try anything, but you both are a bit vanilla, in that sense. you only need him to feel good, and he doesn’t want to restrain you from being able to move and moan and touch him. most of the experimenting is verbal- he likes to push how far he can tease, and how much he can say to get you there. the trend seems to be that the dirtier he talks, the more pleasure you feel, and he wants to max you out. 

s: stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

he’s gotten better at lasting, but he can’t draw it out too long. he has a hard time stopping himself. but he can go a few rounds without getting tired or spending it all because of how eager he is to keep touching you, which is nice. that’s why he spends his time on you, because you can last longer, and he doesn’t need much. 

t: toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

fox doesn’t have any toys. he is more than okay with you having them because if he’s not around, he can’t expect you to wait for him if you really need a release, and sometimes your hands aren’t enough. if he’s away on a case, sometimes he’ll call at night and talk you through it over the phone, so he at least has a little part in it. but he likes to be the one and only thing you can get it from when he’s with you, and so do you. 

u: unfair (how much they like to tease)

oh, he loves to tease. he loves to talk and talk and talk, so much that sometimes you have to ask him to shut up and go faster. he wants to see you completely flustered from just his words, and honestly, he can get you halfway there on conversation alone. he knows just what to say, and how to say it, and it can be torturous, but you love it. and physically he teases, too, because he favors stringing you out. it can feel unfair at times, but you like it too much to care.

v: volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

he has two sides. most of the time, he’s quiet, low, gruff; he grunts, he moans, sometimes growls if he’s really feeling possessive. but when he’s close, it turns into the most adorable whining. right in your ear, too. he pants and stammers, and easily gets overwhelmed. it’s not too high-pitched, but it’s needy and uncontrollable, and it sounds so, so pretty. 

w: wild card (random headcanon) 

fox never kisses and tells. he doesn’t have many friends, but if anybody tries to inquire into his sex life, he won’t say a word. he wants to keep it all to himself, and he refuses to let anyone know a thing about you or how you act when you’re intimate with him. he respects your privacy and he doesn’t want anyone else thinking about you in that way. he also knows he has something special with you- sex with you is really emotional and involved for him, and he doesn’t want to just air out his love to other people. 

x: x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)  

(oh myyy, am i blushing.) a bit thick, and give or take maybe six, six and a half inches hard- no, give. he’s big. it’s veiny, especially when he’s overstimulated. and it’s curved up a bit at the tip- which is a pretty shade of pink, by the way. cute, just like him.

y: yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

anytime, any place. he always wants you. he can keep it under control of course- he gets through every day just fine. but he’s always thinking about you, and even when it’s innocent, he yearns to be with you and make you feel good. his dick loves you almost as much as his heart does. 

z: zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

for a guy who can’t sleep, fox gets pretty tired after, but he can stay up way longer than you can. usually, you need some aftercare, and you fall asleep shortly after, and he likes to stay awake to watch you sleep because your blush lasts and your skin is still hot. he loves to admire you for a while when you’re not watching. he also gets hungry after, so he usually stays up to eat something, and then he’ll crawl back into bed and pull your sleepy body in close. 

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this actually put me through hell to write because i want him so bad it’s driving me insane. hope you enjoyed, you little freaks. gonna go think about that period kink now. 

[featherandferns]

risk : where are they now?

jj maybank x kook!fem!reader

content warnings: mentions of sex and drugs

word count: 900

read risk | Thank you so so much for 1000 followers!!! Since starting this blog in May of 2023, I have written so many characters and storylines. I get so many lovely anon messages telling me about their favourite universes and wondering what happens next after my fics have ended. So, I thought to celebrate 1000 followers, I’d indulge. Here’s the (current) where are they now for all of my fics so far…

There’s a pretty smile on your glossy skin when JJ squints his eyes open. 

“Quit it!” 

“Just wanna look at you,” he mumbles with a dopey smile, closing his eyes once more. 

You laugh quietly and JJ can imagine you shaking your head or rolling your eyes. It makes his smile grow. The cool, damp feeling of clay being smeared across his cheek has him nearly flinching. It’s worth it, though, to feel you rub it in with the pads of your fingers. The tips of your acrylic nails barely scratch the surface of his skin. You wipe the facemask under his eyes and around his temple, and paint it along his cheeks and chin. 

“Is it stinging?” you check. 

“No,” he hums. 

There’s rustling as you wipe your hands clean on an Egyptian cotton towel before digging about in your make-up bag. JJ is subjected to lip scrub, gel-cooler pads on the eyes, and even eyelash and eyebrow serum. He takes it willingly, secretly enjoying how doting you are on him. Besides, his skin will probably be translucent by tomorrow with how thorough your skincare routine is. 

A warm, wet washcloth is used to wipe his skin clear. JJ’s then treated with toner and moisturiser and facial spray and lip balm. 

“Done,” you brightly announce. 

Sighing, JJ opens his eyes and sits up onto his elbows. For the past hour, he’d gladly sunk into your mountain of throw pillows. Every joint and bone creaks awake as he moves. A mirror is held out before him. He pulls a face, impressed by the glow of his skin. 

“Feels nice, right?” you say as JJ runs his fingers along his jaw, admiring your handy-work. 

“I’ll say,” he grins.

His hands plant on your hips and he tugs you toward him. Giggling, the mirror flops onto the plushy comforter and you gladly fall into his hold. Your lips slot against his, the combination of oils, scrubs and balms tasting sweet and tangy. Pulling away for breath, JJ’s hooded eyes flit between your damp lips and shining eyes. A boyish, telling smirk grows. 

 “What’d you say I give you a facial too, huh?”

“You’re gross,” you reply with a roll of your eyes. He sniggers and gladly lets you silence him with your mouth. He sinks into your kisses like he sinks into your bed. 

Fingertips teasing at your skin under his shirt, you sigh contently against his lips. The fire simmers out into a warm burn and you slowly ease away. JJ is only half joking when he protests as you clamber off his lap. Lounging on your bed, he watches you wander over to the television set at the foot of it. As you lean down to turn it on by the socket, JJ’s t-shirt that you wear rides up. It reveals the dainty tattoo you had him stick-and-poke into you a couple of weeks ago. P4L. It’s downright sexy to see it marked permanently into your skin.

When JJ had completed the tattoo for you, you’d also joked that maybe he should mark his name there too. That way the girls at keggers and house parties would know to keep their hands off him. You see, most of the fellow Pogue-Cut girls who had once flirted and fucked JJ didn’t take well to you being his girlfriend. They thought his head might be turned and so they tried their luck with trying to ‘steal him back’. JJ didn’t entertain it for a second, but your possessive side showed when it happened, and he shamelessly loved that side. You’d spend the rest of the party coiled around him like a viper and the hours of the night reminding him why he was so smitten. A tattoo of his name felt a risky play but love-bites were a perfect substitute. 

Sauntering back over to the bed, remote in hand, you snuggle up beside him. You click on Gossip Girl. JJ had confessed to you one night, completely hammered, that he was obsessed with your guilty pleasure show. Since then, you watch and re-watch the series together nearly every night. 

It was baffling to everyone how easily JJ had fit into your world, and you into his. It baffled the two of you as well. His room was now littered with your belongings. They intermixed strangely well with his surfer-boy decor: a Fenty make-up kit stacked up on his desk; Clinique skincare claiming an entire shelf in the bathroom cabinet; designer panties carelessly tucked into his drawers. Your bedroom was the same, though perhaps more secretive considering JJ still had yet to meet your parents. Neither of you were stupid: they had probably already heard from others on the island that you’d had your head turned by a Pogue. But right now, you liked the lack of prying parental opinions. That to say, JJ’s smoke kit was hidden in your bottom drawer under several Vogue magazines and his frayed boxers in a Channel shoe box.

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, the two of you settle into the show. 

“Hey, JayJ?” you mumble, eyes fixated on the screen. 

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

His heart breathes. Swallowing away the trickle of nerves that your three words always bring, JJ plants another kiss to your skin. Then, he squeezes your thigh three distinct times. You cuddle closer to him with that. It was your own secret language. Three times for three words. 

[gyuwoncheol]

Vantage Point | Chapter 5

Status: Ongoing

Pair: Mingyu x f.reader

Genre: College au. BFFs to FWB trope. Fluff, Humor, Angst, Smut [chapters with smut will be indicated and will contain the necessary warnings]

Summary: Pulling off the “No Strings Attached” arrangement with his best-friend-turned-best-friend-with-benefits was easy, but when a new condition is added onto the mix, Mingyu didn’t realise just how much he held onto you when you finally let go.

Chapter Warnings: SMUT. 18+ only (MDNI) oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), lots of making out, bulge kink, virgin sex, protected sex, big dick! Gyu, pussy drunk! Gyu, breast/nipple play, nail scratching, marking, use of pet names (baby, princess, good girl). Please let me know if i missed something. Not thoroughly proofread.

WC: 2.5k

Author’s Note: first smut of the series!!! otherwise known as the one that effectively opens y/n’s world to just how good sex with her best friend can be 👀

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This is a flashback. Occurs right after chapter 4, and a week before the events of Chapter 1. (It’s also the last flashback chapter for a while).

“So when do you wanna sta–“

“Now,” you interrupt, lunging at Mingyu and kissing him fervently. He’s caught by surprise but immediately responds back when he feels the soft cushion of your lips and your arms around his neck.

“Eager, are we?” You feel him smirk.

You break apart and glare at him, “just don’t wanna deal with the awkward pre-conversation.”

Your best friend agrees and pulls you back in, tongue darting and swirling in your mouth. Mingyu’s hands are steady on your neck and on your waist whilst yours roam around freely, sneaking in below his white shirt and running over his toned abdomen. He sighs in content and he feels you smile through the kiss.

All of a sudden, your feet leave the floor and Mingyu is wrapping them around his hips, “hold tight,” he cautions before sucking on the column of your throat and earning the first moan he’s ever heard from you. It’s music to his ears and immediately, he feels his dick stir.

“Like that, baby?”

“Shut up!” You scold.

Mingyu is smug but he giggles anyway and if you weren’t just afraid to get dropped, you’d smack his head.

Your hot makeout session resumes until your thrown on your bed, bouncing a little bit from the motion. You were about to pull your shirt off when Mingyu finished unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his sculpted tan chest. It’s not like this is your first time to see it, but it’s definitely the first time the sight of it got your panties soaked.

“It’s rude to stare, princess,” your best friend teases and it snaps you out of your revelry, hands fisting the hem of your shirt again to pull it off your body.

“Fuck, no bra?” The tall man exclaims in excitement.

You shrug, “I’m at home. Why should I?”

Mingyu says nothing, just simply crawls towards you, eyes never leaving your breasts as he lets his hands slowly squeeze the soft mounds of flesh.

“It’s rude to stare, Gyu,” you shoot back the same line he said awhile ago but all arrogance is immediately lost when Mingyu rolls your hardened nipples between his thumb and index finger.

“So reactive,” a devilish smile paints your best friend’s face.

You have no time to respond as his soft lips latch onto your other breast, wet tongue licking the perky nub. The sensation is overwhelming but in the best way possible. Mingyu eventually returns to sucking your collarbones and when he finally makes his way back to your lips, you feel his hands pulling down the shorts you were wearing.

He pulls back, eyes fixated on the way your baby pink panties are sticking to your folds.

“Shit babe, you’re already so wet.”

He wastes no time, large hands tugging your underwear and exposing your throbbing cunt. You saw him lick his lips like a starved man presented with a seven course meal and it only got you wetter. Mingyu looks up at you as he holds your thighs apart and lick a bold stripe along your pussy. You release a shaky breath and let your head fall back and eyes close at the feeling. Your best friend continues his assault, lips enclosing in on your clit and giving it a harsh suck before completely flicking it with his tongue.

“Fuck, Gyu,” you groan, legs threatening to close from the delicious stimulation of your sensitive bud.

You’ve always heard from your friends that Mingyu was known among the ladies he’s hooked up with to be great at oral but now that you’re experiencing it, you finally understand why. The man was skilled with his tongue and knew how to balance harsh sucks with soft kisses.

“O-oh my g-god!” You exclaim when his tongue darts into your hole and slurps your juices. Fuck, you thought as you felt your best friend smile against your pussy, something you never thought would happen.

“Who knew you’d be so fucking sweet,” Mingyu’s mouthand chin were covered in your juices and he couldn’t complain even if he tried. He was fully making out with your pussy and your eyes simply rolled to the back of your head every time his nose nudged your clit while his tongue explored your sopping hole.

“Gyu, fuck! I’m close!” You fist the sheets with one hand and pull on Mingyu’s hair with the other.

“Cum for me, princess,” he growls and blows cool air on your folds before diving back in and the sudden chill breaks the wall for you. Your orgasm gushes through you and Mingyu takes it all in, muttering about how sweet you taste as he lets you come down from your high.

“That… was…,” you stammer.

Mingyu comes up to your face, “Amazing? Yeah, I know.”

“Yeah,” you couldn’t help but agree, trying to level your breathing as he steals a kiss on your lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. It’s only when you feel his dick against your leg that you realize he’s already managed to strip off his briefs. He’s sucking on the spot right behind your ear and you find yourself clawing at his back.

“Princess, I asked you a question,” He calls your attention, hand firmly cupping your chin.

You didn’t even realize he had spoken to you, “huh?”

There’s a wicked look behind Mingyu’s smile, one that screamed of pride from how fucked out you looked just from his mouth alone. “Marks or no marks?”

“That’s fine… but not where it’s visible,” you confirm and Mingyu grins like a kid and then dives back down to your chest, biting and sucking intently.

“Okay, and safe word?”

“Hmm?”

“You need a safe word,” Mingyu clarifies and you gulp hard.

“Uhmm… popcorn.”

Mingyu let’s a boyish giggle at your choice of word, “popcorn?”

“Hey! No judging. And I was craving it earlier!”

“Okay, popcorn it is,” your bestfriend declares before getting back to where he left off.

Your head spins at the feeling of his cock against your thigh and while you can’t wait to have it inside you, it begins to dawn on you just how large it is. Mingyu’s cock isn’t only long, it’s thick, and as you watch your best friend roll on a condom on his hardened member, your pussy is clenching and your heart is pounding.

“Mingyu, wait,” you stop him when he begins to crawl back above you.

Your best friend follows and observes the way your eyes nervously look at him and he does his best to show you he’s listening for whatever you’re about to say.

Embarrassment starts to inhabit every fiber of your being and you can just feel the heat radiate off your cheeks but it’s now or never and if you were gonna do this, your best friend deserved to know.

“Gyu, you’re my first.”

“No way,” Mingyu’s mouth is slightly agape at your revelation, “but… I thought… what about with Dae?”

“We fooled around, but… we never really went all the way,” you reply and Mingyu hears how small your voice has gotten since the confession. He’s always thought you and your ex were active so this news definitely surprised him.

“Do you still want this?” The gigantic man clears his voice.

Your eyes meet his and it’s a look Mingyu has given you many times, the one that wants to make sure you’re okay, “Do you?” You ask back.

“That doesn’t matter right now y/n,” he calls you by your real name to show he means business, “I can always get off on my own, but I’m not about to force you into something for the first time if you don’t want it. We can stop–“

“I still want this, Gyu,” you declare with a hand on his bicep, “You’re the only one I can trust this with.”

A smile reappears on Mingyu’s face and you mirror it to him. A soft peck is planted on your cheek the way your best friend always does when he sees you and that’s how you know you’re truly safe with him right now.

“I’ll be gentle, don’t worry. And please, use your safe word if at any time you want to stop, okay?”

You were expecting Mingyu to start sticking it in when you gave him affirmation but instead you feel his fingers tap on your pussy. The next few minutes are spent with his mouth back on your clit while his digits effectively open you up.

“Shit, Gyu! That feels s-so good!” Your grip on his scalp tightens when both his index and middle finger curl inside you the exact same time his lips suction on your bud. You hear him reply but it’s all muffled as he refuses to detach from your pussy. You writhe when you feel him add a third finger in and the stretch is suddenly so much more. You knew it was only your best friend’s way of prepping you for his huge cock but with this alone, your second orgasm is already approaching fast.

Between the way the pads of his fingers rub on your walls deliciously and the way his mouth sloppily makes out with your pussy, you’re simply in cloud nine. Your cunt gushes out your juices with no shame and Mingyu is happily and greedily drinking it all up.

“Fuck baby, you’ve so much to give.”

You give out an incoherent reply and Mingyu laughs, kissing you on your mouth once again. It’s hot and heavy and it takes every single inch of self control for Mingyu not to just spear you with his dick. But Mingyu knows, he is your bestest friend before anything else, the duty to look out for you will always come first.

“Cam, i’ll ask you one more time, are you sure about this?”

Your hands come up to cup his face, gaze meeting his serious ones, “I’m sure Gyu. Take me.”

A long drawled out moan rips out your throat when the tall man pushes his bulbuous head in your cunt. Already, you can tell the three fingers that were once inside you don’t even do it justice. The stretch burns and you already feel the sting in your eyes but Mingyu did as he said, he moved ever so gently no matter how agonizing it was for him.

“Fuck Cam, you’re so tight!” He hisses, dick getting even harder than he thought possible. It’s been way too long since Mingyu’s had sex with a virgin and he forgot just how fucking euphoric it could feel.

“So fucking big,” you cry out, nails scratching at his back to find some semblance of relief. “A-ah! Gyu!”

“Shh, it’s okay baby. I got you, I got you,” your best friend soothed before drowning you in a searing kiss that distracted you from the pain.

It takes a while— a long while— but when he finally bottoms out, you’re panting for air and tears have stained your cheeks. You’re unsure how long it took but as if in a blink of an eye, all the plain slowly morphs into pleasure and then you’re begging for Mingyu to move.

He drags his cock up until the tip and then slams back in that you jolt forward on the bed. You hear him laugh at the motion before securing his hands tightly on your waist to prevent it from happening again. Your senses are now heightened more than ever, every single bulge of his biceps are obvious under your touch and the vein on the underside of his cock is prominent against your walls and it’s simply driving you insane. It’s a mess of tongues and teeth, panted breaths, and skin on skin, not to mention your incessant moaning and whimpering.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” Mingyu punctuates each word with deep thrusts that hit the spot you need him most every time and it’s enough to make you see stars and clench around him. “You feel so good, princess. Gripping me like a vice.”

“S-so f-full,” you shake as Mingyu continues to abuse your hole.

He reaches for your hand and slides it against your own belly as he momentarily stills to make you feel the bulge caused by his dick, “feel that, baby? That’s why you’re so full.”

On any other day, you would’ve so easily wiped that smirk off his face, but right now as you are impaled on his cock, it’s an impossible feat.

“I-i’m so close, Gyu,” you whine when you feel his fingers circle your clit.

“Cum for me please. I need you to cum one more time.”

He grinds down on you, “cmon, be my good girl.”

Mingyu mentally takes note at the way you clench hard at the nickname, not at all surprised you have a praise kink.

It’s game over for you the moment he lifts one leg higher and squeezes your ass, the new angle making his cock slam right into your gspot and opening the floodgates of your third orgasm. A silent yell releases from you and when Mingyu can barely move from the way your pussy locks down on him, it triggers his own orgasm, spilling into the latex wrapped around his cock.

There’s a beat of silence before your best friend collapses beside you, but not without pulling you to his side.

Your mind is racing and every nerve ending in your body feels alive, but you also can’t help and think you really just lost your virginity, to none other than your best friend. You suddenly feel like wanting to cry yet you’re unsure why, you’re not at all sad. In fact, you’re happy.

“You good?” Mingyu calls your attention, hair disheveled and a faint blush painted on his cheeks.

“Yeah,” you nod, “just a bit overwhelmed.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No Gyu, but ask me that again tomorrow as I wobble across campus.”

Yet another proud smirk makes its way on your best friend’s face and this time, you finally manage to shove him away. Mingyu laughs but proceeds to walk to your ensuite bathroom to dispose of his used condom. When he comes back, a washcloth is gently wiping away between your legs.

“You know…” you begin, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him, “I didn’t actually think you’d say yes.”

Mingyu looks at you for a while, “to be honest? Me neither.”

“Yet here we are.”

“Here we are, indeed.”

Your given an oversized shirt after Mingyu cleans you up and lets you pee while he pulls on his briefs before climbing back on your bed. “I’m sorry your first wasn’t with someone you love, I know you’re still that kind of girl somehow.”

You laugh at the boy’s apology, both touched and amused at his sincerity, “ehh.. maybe just a bit. But that’s fine. At least it’s with someone I trust. And who’s to say I don’t love you?” You poke at Mingyu’s cheek as you say the last few words with a yawn.

“Yeah, as a best friend.”

Another yawn comes out of your mouth, “still. Love is love.”

“Okay, sleepyhead. Whatever you say..”

“Mhm,” you attempt to reply, eyes closing, brain drifting into slumber land and the last thing you feel is a heavy arm wrap around your middle.

“Goodnight, Cam.”

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[peachesofteal]

Banana Pudding

Same pairing as Cupcakes.

GIF by hbothelastofus

Joel Miller/reader One shot - 2.3k words - AO3 Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of blood, violence, gore. Joel is bad at feelings. Protective Joel, pining, kissing. Very brief mention of Joel thinking about sex.  You're late.

“It’s just for the day.” You said this morning as you shifted the backpack around. Joel unzipped the top compartment, packing it tight with replacement first aid supplies. “Just the day, and then I’ll be back. We can play go fish tonight.” The kid, the one you rescued a few months back, had been crying, standing by your front door, making a fuss. When you bent over to wipe his face, the curve of your ass pressed directly into Joel’s hips, and his hand darted out to lay on your side, like you were unsteady or needed comfort. You looked back at him with a wink before you wiped the kid’s nose with your sleeve and said, “Keep an eye on the old geezer for me, okay?” 

You were one hour past due. He wasn’t worried, not yet. It wasn’t unlike you to get distracted by something, veer off onto a different path, go crashing through the woods because you swore you saw a discarded sweater caught in a tree somewhere. One time, you followed a bushwhacked trail to where someone had carved out a little hovel. Didn’t find much, but you did find the electrical tape you’d be looking for. And a half-drunk flask. 

“For you.” You tossed it to him, mischievous smile on your face, eyes sparkling in the sunlight. “Your favorite. Smells like gasoline.” You teased him, and he had thought about what it would feel like to hold your face between his hands. 

When you went out for the day, he could always count on you being a little late coming back. He wasn’t worried, not yet. You’re alright. You’re fine. 

You were two hours past due. You and Alex, the new guy, hadn’t been spotted on the outskirts of the area either, and worry was starting to burn in his stomach like bad liquor. It was hot as hell today, and he wonders if you brought enough water. John swore he vetted that guy. Swore he could hold his own. Swore he could handle it. Joel fixes his eyes on the horizon, waiting. Watching. 

“C’mon sweetheart. Where are you?”

You were three hours past due. The kid is hovering near him now, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Joel hates this kid. This kid almost got you killed, almost got you infected. He’s also come to realize that the kid really likes you. Follows you around, running away from the group of orphans he’s supposed to stay with to knock on your flimsy front door all hours of the day. You sit with him at dinner, you take walks with him in the morning. He doesn’t like it. He hates how he feels when he sees you walking next to him, his little hand clutched in yours, big wide eyes trying to take in his surroundings. He hates how he feels when he watches you teach the kid how to play go fish at your kitchen table, Joel’s skin sweating under his clothes. He hates how you crouch down in front of him, smile on your face, your voice murmuring to him in low, soothing tones. The kid trusts you. He stares at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

It’s the same way Joel stares at you, and the thought pulls at him. Scratches at the surface of his skin, tugs at the things he’s buried so far down, they’ll never see the light of day. 

“He has a name, you know.” You said one day. Yeah, he knew the kid’s name. Grey. What kind of a name is Grey? 

“I know.” He matched you step for step, whacking through the long grass that’s grown over the interstate.

“Wouldn’t kill ya to use it.” It might. 

“Sweetheart.” You turned, your face all sweet and smiling. “I don’t think you should get too attached to the kid.” The grin faded from your face like the setting sun.  

“Go on home.” Joel tells the kid, and he pouts. 

“But I wanna wait.” The boy whines, and Joel clenches his fist. 

“I said go on.” He points, putting a little more authority behind his voice, and the boy scurries off. You’re alright. You’re fine. 

You were four hours past due. He hates this. Hates this feeling. Hates the idea that you’re out there, with someone he didn’t know watching your back. He’s started packing a backpack, just in case. John tries to talk him down, but he can’t shake the sinking feeling in his gut. Could the new guy handle a Clicker? Could he handle a Bloater? He thinks about last time, only a few weeks ago, when the two of you stumbled upon one during a routine run. 

You heard it first. Your body tensed like a deer in headlights, and then you immediately stepped into a crouch. He followed suit, noticing how you raised your hand behind your back, fingers waggling out in invitation. You wanted him to hold your hand, he realized. You wanted to know he was there. When he reached for you, your fingers stretched outward, feeling for the band of his watch, and his heart sputtered in his chest. 

Bloaters are huge. They were a bitch to kill, their weird scaly skin more like armor, and they’re as strong as ten men. Fortunately, their echolocation was not nearly as good as Clickers, and they were slow as molasses. That didn’t always save everyone though. Last summer, you both watched Kelsey get her jaw pulled apart like a banana peel, her brains splattering on the wall like some overpriced canvas of modern art. He didn’t want to take this one on. He wanted to sneak away, with you, and hole up in the run-down house a few hundred meters up the road. The idea of you getting close enough to a Bloater to lob a Molotov at them made his skin crawl, so he squeezed your fingers twice to get you to turn around, and then he jerked his head in the direction of the shack. You looked at him like he was crazy, glancing down at the bottle already in your hand. He shook his head. A clear no. 

“That Bloater.” You said later, absentmindedly while the two of you passed a cup of whiskey back and forth. “Got me thinking.”

“Yeah?”

“About Kelsey. When her head got peeled like a banana.” You used the same analogy that he did when he thought about it, a symptom of the truth. You two spent entirely way too much time together. 

“Yeah. That was rough.” 

“Yeah… Makes me want banana pudding real bad.” He surprised you by laughing, a deep chuckle that started in his chest, and you looked at him bewildered for a second before laughing too, the sound of your voice sticking to his ribs like sugar. 

You were five hours past due. It was dark now, pitch black, and he was pulling his backpack onto his shoulders. 

“Joel, it’s late. I’m sure they’re just layin’ low somewhere for the night, if you just wait-“ He doesn’t bother to listen to the rest of John’s plea. He can’t leave you out there. You’ve never told him, but he knows you hate the dark. Anytime you get assigned to do something after sunset, he watches your face flicker and change, the sweet, happy nature of your eyes tightening with a sprinkle of fear. 

Once, he was the one who was late. Three hours late to a promise he had made you, a date with Egyptian rat screw. By the time he got back, the sun had well set, and you were standing on the little porch, lantern by your side. You were standing in the dark, waiting for him. The sight of it made his breath catch in his chest. 

“Hey-“ He started to say when he saw you, but you cut him off immediately. 

“Where were you?” your voice had been a higher pitch than normal, off key, like you were afraid. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, that was rude. It’s just John said someone got held up and when you didn’t show I started to think maybe you were the one who got held up, but that doesn’t make sense because no one in their right mind would hold you up and-“ He grabbed your flailing hand with his, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, and watched the tension drain from your body, bit by bit. I’m here, baby, he wanted to say. I’m right here. 

“I think I owe you a game.” He said instead. 

He remembers when you got that pack of cards, when you went back inside a building crawling with Clickers, just to pluck them from the pocket of some rotting corpse. He was furious. The feeling of rage in his chest was so strong that he wanted to scream at you, scare you bad enough that you never did anything that stupid again. 

It wasn’t until later in the day that he realized it wasn’t anger at all, but fear.

He doesn’t let anyone else know you have them, because he remembers when Rich found out, that night when you drank just a little bit too much and let it slip. He remembers watching the gears in Rich’s head turn, eyes staring daggers at your bag. He tried to snatch it from you the next day, shoving you on the ground to tear your backpack away from your body. He gave you a black eye, but you rolled over on him with a knife pressed to the vein beating under his jaw. He ran away scared after that. Joel will never forget the disappointed look in your eyes as he scampered off. “That’s what I get for trying to be nice, I guess.” 

Rich was dead two nights later. Everyone assumed it was a Stalker. 

You were five and half hours past due. Joel’s walking out of camp now, flashlight shining on the road ahead. He would find you. You’d be alright. You’d be fine. 

Something snaps in the dark of the trees to the right and he whirls, shining the flashlight in that direction, working it in a pattern across the ground. He hears a cough, and then- 

“Joel?” It’s your voice, your soft, sweet voice saying his name, and when you come closer into the light splattered in blood, he nearly falls to his god damn knees. 

“What happened?” he barks, his tone aggressive and edged in fear. “Where are you hurt? What happened?” He runs his hands over your body, your shoulders, your arms, your waist. He could run you back to camp faster if he carried you, he had a good amount of first aid in this pack, he could certainly staunch the bleeding if it wasn’t an artery, fuck if it was an artery, he didn’t think he had anything, probably could make a tourniquet, what if it’s a bite, what would-

“It’s not… It’s not my blood.” His mind stops racing and he blinks. 

“It’s not your blood.” His hands come up to hold your face, one palm on either cheek. You’re shaking. He’s shaking. 

“Not my blood.” You repeat again, fingers coming to wrap around his wrist, right below his watch. You stroke the spot where his pulse races with your thumb. “I’m alright. I’m fine Joel, I’m just a little-“ He doesn’t let you finish. Instead, he presses his mouth to yours, a fever rising in his own blood when you open for him, soft whimpers slipping from your lips. You taste as good as he’s imagined, and he wants to devour you. His blood is racing beneath his skin, and he wants to bury himself so far inside you that you can’t go anywhere without him again, wants to ruin you and lock you up, so no one can even so much as touch a single hair on your head. He wants to rewind time and kill the fucker who put that scar on your face. He traces a finger down your neck, across your collarbones, and your skin is so soft, so warm, he can’t stop touching it, his fingers moving over every inch of bare flesh available to him until you let out a little moan and it jolts him. He pulls back abruptly. He shouldn’t. He wants to. You blink at him in surprise, and then a smile stretches across your face. “tired.” You finish your sentence, and then without hesitating, you lean your body into his, arms coming around his waist in a hug. He lowers his head until his nose is in your hair, and he’s so relieved, so fucking relieved his brain is having a hard time working. His hands rub your back slowly, slipping behind the backpack, stroking up and down until a thought occurs to him. 

“Whose blood is this?” 

“Oh uh. It’s Alex’s. We ran into some trouble. He didn’t make it out.” You chew on your lip for a second before you speak again. “I had to get back, you know. Wanted to get home. I couldn’t… I couldn’t help him.” Home. You wanted to get home.

“That’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” He cradles your face again, rubbing a thumb across your cheek. You give him a sad smile, and then he brings you into his chest, where his heart is pounding against his ribs, a hand wrapped around the back of your head. 

Your feet drag along as you walk next to him, fingers curled around the inside of his elbow, head leaning against his shoulder. You’re exhausted, covered in blood and who knows what else, but all he can think about is sliding his arm behind your knees and lifting you off the ground. 

“You know what-” You start to say before your sentence is cut off by a yawn, and you press your face into his bicep. “You know what I could really go for?” you mumble into him. 

“What’s that?” 

“I could really go for some banana pudding.” 

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tucking you in - himeko, kafka

summary; just some sweet platonic fluff with the aunts

genre/extra tags; scenarios, fluff, family fic, idk what else to say like, it's cute fluffy and sweet, child! reader, kafka and himeko are referred to as aunts

[platonic] [5-6 yrs old! reader] [gender neutral reader]

a/n; not much to say about this one tbh. just enjoy some fluff. also kafka's scenario is based off my memories with my mom when i was stuck at family parties late at night with her.

"now, now. your exploring must come to an end, little star." she hummed. you feel yourself getting picked up by himeko, soon turning you to rest your head on her shoulder.

"i don't wanna sleep though. why can't i stay up a little longer?" you moved your head to press your cheek on her shoulder and face her a bit better. "you can't even tell it's like night time here! we live in space!" you pointed at the windows of the express, clearly seeing the glittering stars and void of space.

"mm, yes i know, but even the brightest stars need to rest." she pokes your side, making you giggle. "if they burn too long, they get tired-" you yawn. "just like you."

"mhn.. but..."

"but?"

"but i'm not-" you try to hold back a yawn but fail, "tired."

"of course, of course. we're just going to grab your favorite book to read, and we're gonna lay down, get all comfy.." her soothing voice almost sings like a lullaby as she speaks softly through the halls of the passenger rooms. as you pass by each room, you can hear different sounds.

dan heng's room is humming like a quiet engine from the data library, march is still humming a little tune while she gets ready for bed, trailblazer is shuffling around organizing their room as they settle in, it's an interesting sensation of comfort when you sleep knowing that you have family right by your side. and welt's room is the most quiet of them all, you've never really been in his room but you know it has a lot of "old people things" as you once said.

"we're here." she sang quietly as she opened the door. it was currently a shared room for you and himeko. "you want to stay by my side tonight?" you nodded sleepily. you get ready for bed, though himeko is mostly helping you as your body is limp from how tired you are. "my tired little star.. look at you." she coos, cupping your cheek just squishing it for a moment.

before you know it, you're carried by himeko once again and your head hits the pillow, luring you into a deep sleep next to your aunt.

kafka... was a busy woman. you knew that, everyone knew that. she was just busy.

but that never meant that she never had time for you.

actually more often than not, she would be taking you around when she can. it was really endearing. blade wasn't amused, but she didn't care. and you didn't care either.

but also kafka's encounters and adventures.. were kind of boring. you were there to at least make it tolerable for her. but then you got bored too. and with being bored came being tired.

tonight was slightly less boring night, it was a meeting though so how less boring could it really be. could you even call it a meeting when they're all playing cards? they were still discussing big kid stuff from what you could hear. you didn't understand much of what they were saying. everyone was sat on the floor with a comfortable mat to sit on. your head rested on kafka's thigh as you zone out from the conversation.

you feel your hair get played with. kafka's free hand threads through your hair gently tugging out knots and scratching your scalp just a little bit. "you can sleep if you want, kid. we're gonna be here for a while." she mutters to you.

it takes you a while to fall asleep but hearing the chatter of blade, kafka, and silver wolf has you feeling tired quick. and you fall asleep.

"do we have a blanket?" kafka asks the others. "blade-y? can you grab one from the kid? you're losing anyways, so might as well." she snickers quietly. he obliges, tossing the blanket to her. she catches it, laying the blanket over you. "maybe get a pillow too?" blade gives her a look.

"no."

"you never think of the child, blade."

"i don't care about the child."

"don't ever talk to me or my kid ever again."

[togamest]

dance like no one's watching

-> 1,182 words. fem!reader, pet names (”babe”), dancer!reader, alcohol consumption, kiryu is a great wingman.

author’s notes: thank @euphietea for the wonderful inspiration for this one. sorry it took me so long to get to this! i hope you enjoy <3 also ur so right, tsugeura would be an amazing dancer. anyone who disagrees, argue w your mama!! → taglist: @qichun @penny-for-thots @suyacho -> join my taglist! -> archiveofourown link

Tsugeura loves the club.

As silly as it was, he was probably the most attuned to dancing even if he didn’t seem like it. There was something that changed in his demeanor whenever he’d hear his favorite song; his hips would start to swing, and his rhythm would be off the charts as his eyes close. None of the other boys seemed to be able to match him, not even Suou; in fact, not many people at the club they’re at tonight seemed to mesh with his style.

Except for one.

He can’t help but feel like someone is staring at him; normally, he’s used to having eyes on him, with Kiryu’s phone flash loud against his eyelids and Nirei’s cheering in his ears. But this felt like a very different look, something closer to hunger than anything else.

The song wraps up as he twirls around, the crowd around him pulsing as another song takes its place. Wiping his sweat, he looks in the direction of the gaze he’s sensing.

The first thing he realizes is that you’ve got pretty eyes.

They sparkle in the lights, cascades of blue and purple and red flashing across your body as you sip on your drink. He smiles at you, and suddenly, your face reddens as you look away quickly, as if concerned that he’s seen you. You're stuck against the wall, clearly too nervous to venture out, but your eyes hold a sense of curiosity that he knows he'll have to poke at later.

Oh, a shy one.

He wanders up the stairs to the VIP section, where the boys are sitting. Suou has gotten a table for them, however he’s stuck to water as he sips and listens to Nirei’s rambling. How he acts so interested in the poor boy’s fawning is admirable, Tsugeura thinks to himself as he leans against the awning, crossing his arms over his sweaty chest.

Kiryu takes a sip from his pink drink, something flowery in it for garnish as he smirks up at Tsugeura. His phone is on, a video of Tsugeura’s dancing playing in a loop on it with a video editing software pulled up.

“Looks like somebody’s caught a cutie’s eye.” His voice is smooth and perky, enough for Tsugeura himself to blush, scratching the back of his neck.

“They seem real shy, huh?” he rumbles, and Kiryu chuckles, nodding to the dance floor.

“Look.”

Tsugeura’s gaze follows Kiryu’s until it lands on a familiar face, still sucking on that thin green straw, looking just a bit braver than before as your hips sway to the new song. It’s upbeat, but good to dance with someone else if necessary.

Tsugeura is hopping down the stairs two at a time before he even realizes it, Kiryu’s laughter echoing in his ears as he approaches you.

You’re still dancing in place as he comes to stand in front of you, a grin tugging at his lips, teeth white and glowing in the dark. “All alone tonight, babe?” he asks, hoping that makes you blush so pretty like you did before.

It does, and you avert your eyes to your drink as you tentatively nod. “You got some nice moves,” you manage to get out, placing your drink on one of the bar tables before grabbing his hand, hoping he doesn’t hear your gulp of bravery, “you wanna show me some more?”

Tsugeura blinks. He’s never had someone do this to him before, be so shy and forward at the same time. He’s blaming the tropical alcohol on your breath as you tug him into the crowd, all sense of shyness dissipated with the heat of the bodies surrounding you both.

The rhythm you start with him is electric, him being able to predict every move you do with him without him even needing you to say anything. Many people forget that fights are like dances, too; it’s all about reading body language, anticipating what will come next, and relaxing into the waves of music that pulse across the crowd.

You’re so close to him; your smile is so pretty, lip gloss glinting in the laser lights as you bob and twist with him. You smell like citrus and roses; an addicting scent, fresh, stinging at his nostrils. While he dances behind you, he doesn’t hesitate to shout at you as he does so.

“You’re really good at this, you know?”

You roll your eyes, but your smile doesn’t waver. “Dancing lets me forget about everything else.”

“Yeah? Helps ya relax, huh?”

You nod, before taking his hand and spinning yourself around underneath him. “You’re pretty damn good yourself, you know,” you shout at him, “never thought a guy’d be this good.”

His laugh is so loud, like wind chimes echoing in your ears. It’s addicting as he holds your hands so delicately in his own, spinning and weaving you around, your feet content to drift across the floor, as if predicting exactly what moves he’s doing next. “Jus’ in my veins, I guess,” is his claim, before he pulls you in and dips you down to the floor.

The song ends right then and there, and the crowd that had amassed around you two goes wild. Even the DJ calls you out, shouting a congratulations to you both, before slipping into something slower, bringing the vibe down to a more relaxed zone.

Tsugeura is stuck, though. This is his chance; he could kiss you, right now. It’d be perfect; having dipped you, your face is so close to his own. All he can smell is lemons and rum punch coming from your mouth and neck, and he can almost feel his gaze glazing over.

He hears your voice from miles away. “I think you earned the kiss.”

His eyes dart up to yours, watching them crinke at the sides as you smile.

He crushes his lips to your own.

Fireworks explode behind his eyelids as he does, bringing you up without breaking contact as his big hands sit on your waist. Your hands wrap around his neck, manicured nails digging into the back of his hair. He can’t help but let out a soft groan, his tongue slicking against your own. You taste fucking incredible, like nothing he’s ever tasted before.

It’s a unique concoction; sure, there’s the rum, but there’s also a hint of mint toothpaste, and a slight tang of barbecue from your dinner you’d had prior, he assumes.

He could’ve stood there kissing you all night if you hadn’t pulled away.

Your hand rests on his cheek. Your smile hasn’t left your face from the moment you’d started dancing with him. Your teeth are digging into your bottom lip, as if you want to ask him something, and you shyly bat your eyelashes as his hands hold either side of your face.

“Wanna come upstairs with me?” he asks the unspoken question for you.

With your nod, he yanks you upstairs, skipping up the steps two at a time, and your chest feels light.

Almost like this night will be something to remember.

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[patheticallyhers]

honey, i’m home | n. romanoff

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

summary: nat finally comes home and reader is lonely and needy, but then reader is just alone

warnings: 18+, top!reader, bottom!nat, oral/fingering (nat receiving), ice play, biting, swearing, scratching, angsty?

a/n: i wrote this when i was drunk so it’s all in lowercase, sorry.

zolotse- darling

"hold on, mmh—!" nat yelps, calling your name, and you grin, your lips cutting her off as soon as she walked through the door, kissing her as hard as you can, it's sloppy. you want to imprint it into her very being, she had you pinned against the wall and she shuts the door with her foot, you feel nat sigh into your mouth as you part. her eyes fogged with surprise, but also delight, so you move lower, your lips pressing against her neck. "someones happy to see me.." nat sighs, and you bite her sunkissed skin in response, not before soothing over it with your tongue. you're sure to leave a mark, or two, as many as you can, "i just.. got home.." she huffs.

nat's arms wrap around your waist, while yours unable to keep away from her. "i've missed you, red," you mumble inbetween breathes, "nnh, we're in the.. the doorway," nat says your name again. you kiss her pulse, feeling the quickening beat of her heart. you look up to see her half lidded and amused pupils, "then the kitchen it is." "i think that's.. worse," she chuckles, a flush creeping up her neck. "it's the furthest i can go before i devour you." and you kiss her again, feeling her legs tense up around your knee. "ha.. that's— that's real romantic.." nat smirks, and you hook a hand in the waist of her jeans, kissing her again, you pull her as close as you can.

you lead her towards the kitchen counter, and with each kiss, you feel lightheaded, she's finally home. your hands ball up the bottom of her tank top, tugging at it for her to take off, so you can feel every curve, every muscle and scar. she does, and that makes you one, very happy individual, your hands make quick work of her bra before tossing it aside, leaving nat in nothing but her jeans. pushing her against the cold marble, your hands move from nat's waist to her chest, your fingers pinch and pull at her nipples and she shudders. she tries to hold her sounds back, it's sweet, "i wanna hear you, red," nat wraps her arms around your neck, sighing into the air as she leans her head back.

you lick your lips before putting your mouth against her neck, feeling every vibration from her throat, then her ears. rather, the stretched skin behind her ears, it was sensitive as ever, you couldn't help but wonder if anyone ever treated nat as good as you do. "..i need you to touch me already," she pleads in a whisper, wanting her aching cunt to be touched. she grabs your wrist, pulling you down where she needs you most. "ah.. down there," she watches as your eyes glaze over with deep intent, like an animal hunting it's prey.

"i am touching you, dear." you tease, running a hand through her red roots, "you know what i.. i mean," she makes a halfhearted attempt at a punch at your ribs. nat huffs, her cheeks reddened like a sunburn as you pull her towards you, suffocating her lips with yours. while she's distracted, you unbuckle her jeans with one hand, the other in her red and blonde locks, tugging and tangling her hair up. you can feel her try to grind up on your thigh— that's hot— but then nat puts a hand on your chest, mid kiss, shoving you away. "i need air, zolotse..." her breathy laugh fills the air, and you quickly drop her jeans.

"i'm not a very patient person, romanoff," in the next moment, she has you taking your shirt off. "it's no fair that i'm the only one that's naked.." she complains, and you lean back into her chest, taking one of her nipples into your mouth, biting and pulling so it’s stiff. nat groans and squirms, yet she pulls your head closer to her, you take a hand and roughly swipe her core. through her panties, you already feel the wetness seeping through the cotton, you feel nat jolt, how her knees buckle. you support her up, sitting her up on the counter as you pull her panties to the side. "please.." her other hand grips the edge of the counter as you move her legs apart, pushing her down.

she feels you hook an arm underneath her thigh, leaving feather light kisses along her scarred skin. you lick long trails along nat's sensitive side, stopping right when you'd make it to her core. it was hell, wanting to tease your girlfriend, but wanting to have a taste of her after months of being at work. you wanted to treat nat for being away so long, but punish her for those same reasons, so you bit away. your other hand pressing down on her stomach, holding her down for when she'd writhe around. nat's strong legs wrap around you, pulling you closer, practically locking you in.

your thumb moves to her cunt, slowly encircling that nub and nat's quick to try and rock around your finger. "desperate are we?" you chuckle, you cant hold yourself back anymore and you lick a long strip up her pussy, savoring the taste on your tongue. nat lets out a helpless yelp, definitely not expecting it— not that it wasn't welcome though, "you taste like heaven.." you tell her before moving back to her thighs though, only wanting a taste of what you had been deprived of for so long. nat moves herself up, supporting herself up with an elbow, her other hand entangling within your hair.

she calls your name, "thought you..said something mmh, about devouring?" she pushes you down towards her dripping pussy, yanking your hair in. and at this point, you hum and think it's been long enough, "..you're right, i did say that." you move closer to her entrance, blowing cold air onto her cunt, she jolts, her back arching just in the slightest. and so you take that as an indicator to ravish yourself, immediately you suck on her clit. she cries out your name, "aren't you sensitive.." you mumble against her as she lets out a multitude of strained, drawn out whines, "go on, let all our neighbors know you're home, that you're mine."

you move your arm from atop nat's stomach to hooking them underneath her thighs, attempting to keep her from crushing your head as you finally lick and suck away. your tongue penetrates her folds, licking up every juice, leaving nothing behind, "oh fuck!" she hisses. nat moans your name again as her back arches, letting out a string of curses and sweet nothings, all with one hand entangled in your hair. pulling you closer and being used as an outlet for all the pleasure. you don't mind it, it does inflate your ego though, the avenger, assassin, assassin and spy, the black widow, moaning my name beneath me, haha..

nat threads her other hand in your hair and you look up, admiring how her back arches with every flock of your tongue. the way nat's mouth gasps from all of the pleasure, how her eyes water, how her face scrunches up, you miss it. and you make sure to leave scratches along her strong, trembling thighs. to mix pain with pleasure, so nat remembers to come home, because two months is far too long for you, and her. your nose digs into her cunt from how much she's shoving you in, and so you hold your breath and strive to make nat cum before you lose consciousness.

"..mgh, fuck—!" her thighs quiver, and she lets out a sweet, little cry, those shaking thighs clutch around you, your eyes water, you feel lightheaded again. and you're not sure if it's from nat's thighs absolutely choking you out, or from how high she makes you feel. "gonna.. cum—!" nat pants, you keep at that same pace, looking up at her for a reaction, with both hands in your hair, she begins grinding some more. bringing herself even closer to her long needed orgasm, her stomach burns, like fire pooling in her abdomen. and with another flick of your tongue, the walls around your tongue tighten with finality.

she trashes and moans, nat's thighs let your head go, her hands untangling themselves from your hair, finally you get a breath of air, but you don't stop. you help nat ride out that first wave of pleasure, slow licks while you drink up all of her juices, groaning at the taste. it sends more shockwaves up her sensitive body before you pull out, huffing deeply when you finally see her. nat’s frizzy red and blonde hair, those green eyes, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest against the cold countertop. "i hope you don't think that's all," you tell her, licking your lips before bending down to kiss her.

"i wanna make you cum more than once, y'know," after years of training, nat’s endurance is stronger than ever, so she makes an effort to sit up. "i… hope not.." nat replies as she leans back on her arms, a hungry look still in her eyes. you hum approvingly, sticking two fingers in her mouth, "suck," you command, she's still a bit dazed from before. "did i fuck your brains out? already?" you laugh, your other hand moving to her clit, pinching it roughly. nat chokes up, and she bites down, swirling her tongue around your fingers. you finally pull her panties down, having moved them to the side earlier out of preference.

there you take your digits out of nat’s mouth, drool drips out the corner of her mouth as she pants, with your other hand, you wipe it away, licking the drool off your thumb. with fingers wet and ready, you plunge them in, giving no warning, your other hand on her thigh, keeping them apart. a choked whimper escapes her lips, her thighs tightening around your waist. “that’s my girl,” you lean into the crook of nat’s neck, and she tilts her head back for you to access. you bite at her pulse, feeling that racing beat of her heart as you pump your fingers in and out, making sure to go as deep as you can.

nat’s hands reach for something to grip, eventually landing around your neck, she’s got long nails so she’s scratching up your back. it stings, but it’s a good type of pain, “f—fuck, more, mmh..” nat groans, “please..” you move from her neck to her breasts, taking one nipple in your mouth, giving the same treatment you did before. nat’s loose enough for another finger, your cups around her cunt, your thumb rubbing her clit in more rough circles before you add the third digit. she yelps your name, “don’t stop— ah!” her nails dig into your back and you sigh, biting her the underside of her breast.

“fuck, you’re so hot.” you snarl, “i want you shaking beneath me,” you smile against her skin, feeling her walls clench around your digits. “m’ close,” she mewls, twining together a blur of russian, you look to the left of you, an idea popping in your mind. nat drowns in all the pleasure, her mind too clogged up to think about anything else, even when the soft ‘whr’ of your refrigerator. she doesn’t think much of it, but then, you pull out, nat clenches around air, looking back at you in surprise.

“why.. whyd you stop? i was so close,” she huffs, “you’ll see,” you straighten up, taking your digits and licking the juices off. that makes nat groan internally, her warm insides tighten up, now exposed to the cold air. then it gets colder, nat’s whole body shudders, jolting away in surprise, a sudden hiss from her mouth. the coldness replaces the warmth you brought her, “haah, is..is that an, ice cube?” she asks through half lidded eyes. her hands entangle themselves back in your hair, tugging as hard as she can.

“..don’t you catch on quick,” you smirk, pulling the crescent shaped ice cube in and out of her, slowly as to not drop it. it was strange, the burning of her body mixed with the ice, it was nice though, sending deep pulsing waves of pleasure all throughout nat’s body. you watch as she builds herself back up to her climax, having it stolen away earlier. nat’s eyes began tearing up, finding it rather difficult to adjust to the sudden drop in temperature. “hnng, please— please don’t s— stop again,” she yelps, and you chuckle, shifting the partially melted ice cube into your three digits.

your fingers cup the ice cube, your thumb keeping a good grip on it as you slipping back inside with ease. nat’s close, you can feel it, her thighs quiver and shake with ecstasy, “you’re close aren’t you? whenever you feel like it, go ahead and cum.” you whisper into her ear, your other hand grope at her breasts, and she wraps her legs around you again, letting out a helpless, extended noise. nat pulls you in even closer, as close as you can, you’re definitely going to do that again.

—

the two of you didn’t stop, instead finally taking it to the bedroom, where the both of you fall asleep in each others arms. this was paradise, natasha was all you wanted, all you thought about those past few months. there was never a set date when she’d go on missions, so you were always at home, needy and alone. but it was okay, she was with you now, because she was finally home— is what you believed. because when you woke up to cold emptiness and a note, you felt your heart ache, because there was never time for love in war.

[archangeldyke-all]

HELLOOO!!!! this is my first time ever requesting something but I felt like I just had to. Could you possibly write something about sevika and having a girlfriend/significant other that has alot of body hair? Especially on arms if possible. And also if you don't wanna write something like this I completely understand 😋❤️

ooooooh your first request, i'm honored! i'd be happy to :)

just a quick disclaimer! i'm naturally blonde and have very fair body hair, so while i am fuzzy, it's not very noticeable, so if i get anything wrong just lmk! i'd be happy to change it :)

men and minors dni

sevika would love your body hair.

she'd constantly be playing with the hair on your forearms, running her fingers through it, gently scratching against it, swirling it and twirling it and-- on a few occasions--even trying to french braid it

she absolutely adores nuzzling her cheeks and nose against the hair on the inside of your thighs, not even in a sexual way, it just relaxes her. sometimes she'll just make you take your pants off so she can bury your face between your thighs and nuzzle against the patches of hair that decorate your thighs.

if there's any hair you like to remove, whether it's from your brows or armits or legs, she'll help you wax. she won't pull the strips off for you, too scared to hurt you (unless she's angry at you, in which case it's kinda cathartic) but once you remove the strip and your skin is still stinging and raw, she'll swoop in to soothe it with cooling lotion and kisses.

if you ever need help trimming or shaving down there, sevika's always happy to help.

but don't let this fool you, sevika likes you hairy just as much as she likes you hairless. so if you're someone who just lets it all grow-- she'd be obsessed. (sevika loves a big full bushy bush, and if you have a happy trail, be prepared for her to be constantly scratching it and tracing it while she's going down on you. she also likes tugging on it, watching you flinch and glare at her with a smirk.)

if you grow hair in 'unusual' areas (breasts, buttcheeks, neck, fingers, toes, or back) and you ever feel insecure about it, sevika would be the loudest fan of it. she'd be constantly pressing kisses against the little patches of hair, gently swirling her fingers through the little hairs and humming happily.

also if you have knuckle hair? when you guys hold hands sevika's always stroking her thumb over your knuckles, loving the feel of the soft hairs beneath her thumb.

basically, sevika loves your body hair. i think her love language is physical touch, and your hair is just another thing she can mindlessly fiddle with while you guys are together.

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[danikamariewrites]

Hi sorry to bother 🩷 I found you right after I finish cc2 and loveeee your writing! I’m a very anxious person and I have a friend with really long her and every time I get way to anxious she sits in front of me and lets me braid her hair. Could you write that with ruhn danaan please? X female reader! If you wanna make it gender neutral that’s also fine so more people can enjoy it :) love you take care!

Something To Do

Ruhn x reader

A/n: you’re not a bother at all! Im also a very anxious person and doing someone while having anxiety makes me feel better too 💕

Warnings: anxiety, some angst, fluff

Anxiety is something that you’ve dealt with all your life

Your friends and family were always supportive of you and wanted to help you when you had an anxiety attack

Your boyfriend, Ruhn, was always the best whenever you’re feeling anxious

He knows the right things to say, when to hold you, and knows when to give you space

Also having his mind speaking powers is helpful when you don’t feel like talking

Doing things with your hands helped ease your anxiety

Whether it was taking things apart, playing a video game, etc

The first time Ruhn noticed you needed to do something with your hands was when you were pacing the living room, clenching and unclenching your fists

“Baby what’s wrong?” “I need to do something but I can’t figure out what to do. My brain is thinking too fast!”

Ruhn looked around and then patted the ottoman for you to sit on

You sit and he sits on the floor in front of you, gathering his long hair and then letting it splash out in front of you

“Braid my hair. I think it’ll help, and it doesn’t even have to be pretty it can be anything you want.” ��What if I knot it really bad?” “Don’t worry about it babe.” He said, leaning his head back smiling up at you

“Ok.” You concede

At first you didn’t know what to do, just running your fingers through his hair

You never realized how soft it was just doing this

Scratching his scalp a little Ruhn practically purrs, leaning into your touch

Brushing okie his hair with your fingers helps you calm down and your mind focuses on what to do with Ruhn’s hair

You decided on a fishtail braid and got to work

When you were done you took your hair tie out and wrapped it around the end of the braid

Tugging a few strands loose for volume and voila! Ruhn looks Beautiful

Ruhn looked at the braid in his phone camera and was smiling like crazy

“I love it!” You blushed, your anxiety waning and your heart rate calming down

“I should braid your hair more often.” Ruhn kisses you, “you can braid my hair anytime baby.”

So started the tradition of you braiding Ruhn’s hair whenever you got anxious

It didn’t matter where you guys were

In bed, in the middle of a party, if he was playing video games, he always let you braid his hair if you were anxious

[mychlapci]

hi sunstreaker anon (the one who sent you the smash or pass) i have not stopped thinking about his rancid ass since i first stumbled across his wiki page so you get to bare witness to my insanity!

so like.... sunstreaker would be a prissy bitch in bed. i think we can all agree that his ass would constantly be complaining about something

"oh don't touch me there, you'll scratch my finish" or "if you go any harder it'll be difficult to buff out the paint transfers" he would do literally anything other than admit he's a kinky motherfucker who enjoys being roughed up.

this leads to most bots assuming that he doesn't want to get fragged, bc his general personality and reputation as a brutal frontliner combined means that when he says "no" (even if he doesn't really mean it and just wants to play hard to get), he really does mean "no" and then everyone leaves him alone.

sooooo here's my idea. fucking glory hole. for uh.... morale purposes.... it's anonymous and those who sign up remain unknown to the rest of the army and by this point sunstreaker has gotten real desperate, like leaking behind his panels whenever someone on the battlefield manages to rough him up kinds of desperate. and well... he'd let whatever con got a hold of him in a fight get a lick at his valve but he's conveniently never alone and someone is always there to save him. so he's really fucking pissy from lack of getting spike

so he signs up for the glory hole, bc what the fuck else is he supposed to do besides suffer

and it goes soooo well. sunstreaker spends the whole night getting his valve pounded into oblivion, without anyone worrying about pissing him off from going at it too hard. he ends the solar cycle with transfluid dripping out of him and a processor that's been so thoroughly fucked that he needs to take a good hour or so to properly get back into his own mind.

bonus points if he's got piercings (you know he does), that line his valve and conduct charger better. maybe even a stud pierced right through his anterior node with a chain attached to his valve lips so that whenever someone goes really hard, it makes him overload from sheer sensation alone.

in the following solar cycles, everyone notices how nice he's been as of late and start treating him a little better, maybe someone starts to catch onto his games and then they fuck nasty in a supply closet or something extra bonus points if the bot also used the glory hole and recognises the wonderfully plush mesh lining and the pretty golden gems pierced through the valve lips

anon, you are slowly making me positively insane about Sunstreaker.

Poor Sunstreaker, cursed with a kink that goes against everything he stands for. No one even offers to fuck him anymore, they either dislike him too much or are scared of him or someone told them what an absolute bitch he is in bed and they don't wanna deal with that. And all his no's are taken as hard no's, even if they're not, even if he's just trying to play a game. Sunstreaker is so horny all the time, he hasn't taken a real spike in ages, no one's even gotten to compliment the piercings he had done, and he's been getting increasingly desperate, so desperate that he'd let himself be pinned down by whatever non-descript decepticon he can find and pop open his panels open for them...

Sunstreaker resorting to a glory hole, pressing his pretty pussy against the hole in the wall of the stall and biting his lip as a thick spike is shoved into him without warning. They don't know who he is and he doesn't know who they are, so it's perfect. Sunstreaker can finally get fucked without restraint. His beautiful pieced valve gets split open on dozens of spikes, and soon enough the side of the wall is stained with his lubricant and loads upon loads of transfluid. The bots on the other side tug at his piercings and play with his pussy, they tease when they hear his engine revv from the other side of the wall...

I can't shake off the image of pretty, pristine Sunstreaker splayed over a filthy public toilet, his sore valve ruined and twitching as thick transfluid leaks out of him. He's overloaded so many times his legs refuse to work, he has to sit there and shake through the aftershocks, staring up at the cieling with a blissed out look on his face.

Mhmm, people recognizing Sunstreaker's pussy after that. They don't say anything but he knows they know when they start fucking him harder, treating him like a little whore <3

[shmowder]

for the pjs ship thing...

whatever those are called....

could you do one with artemy and andrey? i don't think ive ever seen anyone talk about andretemy at all but it's one of the few pairings i really like for whatever reason and i wanna see what you think about them ! its so late while I'm sending this I'm going to bed snoopore

-🌈 anon

I DO SHIP THEM ACTUALLY!

I totally didn't get the spark in P2, but ever since I played P1 and watched Andrey keep calling Artemy, "Steppe man," no matter how many times the latter corrects him, just made me feel something.

Like oh oh, Artemy wants to punch him so bad but he won't because he plans on using Andrey, yk scamming him with herbs for shotguns and gaslighting him into thinking he found a new better twyrine recipe so the two brothers must stay in town and ignore the Bachelor who wanted them to leave.

Like oh my god, Artemy hates him so much. He views Andrey with more disgust than cow dung stuck to the bottom of his boots, yet he still has to deal with him because he is the only Menkhu in town.

Andrey is Artemy's biggest ever trial of patience, a constant tug on his nerves.

To rub salt to the wound, Andrey is indifferent to his hatred. He doesn't give a flying fuck what Artemy thinks of him, he knows the other needs him and he will make sure Artemy will always need him as long he remains the sweet wise Menkhu of this town, as long Peter has a taste to those steppe twyrines.

Andrey brings out the worst of Artemy but Artemy brings out the best of Andrey, does it make sense? Like when talking to Andrey in both Haruspex P2 and P1, you get the impression he is at least a decent person.

Then you do the bachelor route, and he shows his real claws and opinions of the filth around him.

Like Artemy makes him soft, which is why Andrey is so indifferent to his hatred, and kinda flirts with him every now and then.

While Artemy has every reason to hate him, especially with all the shit Andrey stirred amidst the kin in P1. The people who betrayed their own kin to sell him recipes, the herb brides made the dancers to the pub. Andrey acted like the town and the kin were his own personal playground, completely desecrating Artemy's culture under the name of his own personal freedom.

Artemy could easily snap, but he doesn't. He's smart about it. He uses Andrey's ignorance and lack of wisdom against him multiple times, if Andrey was aware of the amount of times Artemy foiled his plans right under his very own eyes he'd be filled with rage and humiliation.

Which is why I like it so much, To Artemy, the Stamatin twins are big buffoons. Two mumbling idiots who are so easy to trick. He doesn't understand the worship or reverence the utopians hold for them, he especially doesn't understand why Daniil likes them.

Best of all, these two consider Artemy kinda of a friend, more of an errand or colleague friend but still on friendly terms. Making their whole dynamic ten times funnier in Artemy's eyes who treats them like children with short attention spans.

Also, the idea of Artemy calling the polyhedron ugly to their face is hilarious. Andrey doesn't scare or intimidate him one bit, Peter is just pathetic in his eyes. They literally hold zero power and influence over him.

Side note, but I feel like Vlad Jr.'s type is men like Andrey and Artemy. All I'm saying is that he'd pay both of them to hate fuck in front of him if presented with the opportunity. Not even in a romantic way, like just full-on observing them.

If they do fuck, oh god it'd be glorious. Neither are willing to bottom–at least not to him of all people–so they'll switch and wrestle it out so much in bed. Andrey pulling Artemy's hair like one of his wenches he got so used to manhandling in bed, but Artemy leaves him with a black eye for it.

They both end up with so many scratches and bruises by the end of it, Artemy curses him out in steppe so much, Andrey gets so annoyed he doesn't know what he's saying and actually goes to attempt and learn the language the next day. Just to humiliate Artemy by openly calling him "my slut" in front of people in his own language.

Because let's face it, Andrey is used to herb brides and pliant women, to always getting what he wants and being bigger/stronger than anyone he meets. Even Eva was so sweet and soft. Artemy is literally a bull in a china shop sent to humble Andrey.

also here's Andrey's ideal uh situation for the meme above

[cinemastyles-blog]

So, You’re Mr…

Summary: Y/N meets Harry during a night out, hooks up with him then finds out something wild the next day.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, partying, oral (both), fingering, name calling, squirting, unprotected slightly drunken sex, teacher!harry, teacher x student, absolutely filthy smut

Not a request

Master

MUSTACHE HARRY

“Can I buy you a drink?”

You turn your head to see a guy standing there smiling down at you.

He is hot.

He’s got on jeans that are ripped out at the knees, a vintage tee, and a hat with white sunglasses resting on the brim. His eyes are glassy, but you can tell they’re pretty, and his mustache and beard makes him even even more attractive.

You smile back at him, “You most definitely can.”

He nods and waves down the bartender, “Two of whatever she’s having.”

You order the drink and finish your other one as you turn towards him, “So, what’s your name?”

“Harry, what’s yours?”

“Y/n.”

He smiles, “I like that name. Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He reaches around you for the drinks and you can smell his cologne and he smells delicious.

He also looks familiar, but you just can’t put your finger on it.

“Do you go to school around here?” He asks leaning in. You nod, “I’m a senior over at Calloway.”

He nods and takes a sip of his drink, “Wanna dance?”

You finish your drink, “Please.” You set your empty glass down and walk with him as he guides you through the crowd.

You can feel the sexual tension grow as you grind on him to the beat of the song that’s playing. He leans down and groans slightly in your ear, “Keep grinding on me like that and I just might have to take you home.”

You bite your lip, tempted by his words.

You lean your head back, “Why don’t you just do it anyway.”

His hands tighten around your waist and he pulls your ass back to him more, “Don’t tempt me.”

“I’m telling you to.” You turn around to face him and crash your lips onto his.

He groans against your lips and leans back, “Come on.”

He grabs your wrist and leads you out of the bar. He pushes you up against the wall as he drunkenly presses his lips to yours.

Your tongues move together as you exchange and swallow each others moans, “fuck. I need you.” You pant as he kisses down your neck, “Now.”

“Your place or mine?” He asks kissing back up your neck.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Come on.”

You guys laugh and talk as you walk to his place two blocks away. You had to keep your hands on one another in some way, whether it was holding hands or arms around each other, it had to be something.

Harry unlocks his door and pushes the door open. He turns to you and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

His lips find yours as he walks in and shuts the door behind him.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” You mumble against his lips. He walks you to the couch and sits down, “I can say the same thing about you.”

His hands slide up and pull your shirt off, tossing it behind him, “Fuck. You’re just a little slut aren’t you, no bra?”

You smirk, “Was hoping someone like you would take me home.” He leans in, taking your perked up nipple between his teeth, biting down gently to suck on it.

You moan and run your hand through his hair. The hair on his chin scratches at your skin, adding to the pleasure.

“Fuck, Harry.” You tug on his hair, earning a moan from him. You smirk and look down at him, pulling his hair a little harder, “You like that?”

He looks up at you with a smirk, “Maybe.” He sits back and slides his hand up to your neck, gripping it as he pulls you down, “Can I see if that mouth is as good as it sounds?”

You bite your lip and nod, “Please do.”

He sits you back up and let’s go of you neck. He nods for you to get off, so you get up and go to take off your skirt.

“No. Leave it on.”

You look at Harry who’s now standing there naked, “It’s such a sexy fucking skirt.” He walks over and presses his back against your chest, “Such a short skit, fit for a little slut like you.” He chuckles, “I love it.”

His hand grips your throat, squeezing slowly as his other hand slides down the front of your body and slips under your skirt.

His fingers press against your thinly clothed pussy, “You’re soaked, sweetheart.”

You whimper and reach behind you, stroking his cock slowly, “Only for you.”

“Yeah?” His fingers move inside and rub against your wet folds, “Maybe.” His teeth sink into the skin of your neck and suck. He leaves dark purple marks up and down and on top of your shoulder.

You moan as your body falls back into him, “Fuck.” You whimper out. His grip tightens as he slips two fingers inside of you, “Such a tight little cunt.”

He nips at your ear, “Can’t wait to feel my cock stretch it out.”

You moan and you feel your legs getting shaky, “H-Harry. Fuck.”

“Does that feel good? Hmm.” His voice is low and deep, just like his moans as you continue to pump his cock.

“Y-yes.” You squeak out, “Y-yes.”

He lets go of your neck and wraps an arm around your torso, holding you up as he fastens the pace of his fingers, “Fuck, cum for me.”

You start to melt into him as pleasure fully engulfs your body, “Fuckfuck fuck… fuck Harry.” You clench around his fingers and dig your nails into his arm, “shit shit.”

“Come on, baby. Don’t be afraid.” He latches onto your neck again, deepening the already purple marks, “I wanna feel you cum on my fingers.”

You let out a loud moan, panting as you clench and cum on his hand. You feel a little bit of liquid drip out, and you know that you just squirted.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck.” Harry gasps and groans, “You just squirted for me. That was fucking sexy as hell.”

You stand up and feel the wetness on your thighs. You turn to him and drop to your knees. His lips part and he smirks, “Fuck, didn’t even have to tell you. I like that.”

You look up at him and smile, “I’ll do anything.”

He chuckles, “Yeah? We might be seeing each other again real soon.” He lays a hand on your head, “let me fuck that gorgeous mouth.”

You luck your lips and open your mouth so you can stick your tongue out. He rubs the tip of his cock on your tongue before sliding it in.

You wrap your lips around him and bob your head, quickly getting into a good rhythm.

“Oh fuck, y/n. Yeah that’s it.” He tilts his head back, eyes closed and his lips are parted as he pants, “Fuck.” He pushes your head down as he bucks his hips.

You take a deep breathe through your nose and relax as you allow him to slide into your throat. You gag around him and he moans, “Fuck. You’re such a little slut. You’re doing so fucking good at taking my cock.”

Your eyes roll back as they tear up. He thrusts his cock slowly in and out, causing you to gag each time.

He holds your head down on him for a few second before lifting your head off of him, “I wanna taste that pussy.”

You wipe your cheeks and chin and move to the couch, taking off your panties and tossing them to the ground. He walks over and lays a few fingers under your chin, “Sit on my face.”

You smirk, “Okay. Lay down.”

He shakes his head, “Turn around and get on your knees.” He sits down on the floor and lays his head back onto the couch, “Now straddle my head.”

You lift you leg and place it on the other side of his head. His hands slide up to your ass, gripping at your skin as you lower yourself down into his mouth.

His nose rubs your clit in just the right way, causing you to moan out. His tongue darts in and out of you and you reach a hand down, gripping his hair and tugging.

He moans against you and you gasp, “Fuck, fuck. Gonna cum again, h-Harry.”

He moans against you and brings a hand up to smack your ass. You whimper and bite your lip, “Again.”

He raises his other hand and slaps the skin of your other ass cheek.

You moan out, “Fuck. Fuck.” You grind your hips down onto his face, tilting your head back as you clench around his tongue, “Shit.”

He pulls your hips down onto him and starts working his lips and tongue against your folds and inside of you.

You let out a loud moan and grip the back of the couch, “Ah fuck.”

You cum again with a string of moans and swear words. Harry eats you out through your high and lifts your hips up so he can sit up, “Fuck, you’re absolutely delicious, y/n. I could eat you all day.”

You smirk and look at him over your shoulder, “Yeah, I could do this all day.”

He shakes his head and grips your hips, rubbing the head of his cock on your sensitive cunt, “You’re so fucking sexy.”

He grips your hips and thrusts his cock in fully.

You let out a whined moan, panting as you feel his cock stretching your walls, “Fuck, you’re so big baby. Feels so good.”

“Your pussy feels incredible. Fuck. I could stay buried in it just like this..” he moans as he slowly pulls out, thrusting in slow and deep.

He holds it there for a few second before building up to a fast and punishable pace.

He slides his hand up your back and grabs a fist full of hair, “Fuck, you’re so fucking-“ he moans and pulls your hair, tilting your head back as he rams his cock into you.

You push your hips back to meet his thrusts, gasping and moaning as he hits that little spot each time with the head of his cock.

“Fuck, I want to coat those walls with my cum.” He grunts, “I need to be in you.”

“Do it.” You moan, “Cum in me, please.”

“I want to feel you cum on my cock first, baby.” He lets go if your hair and brings a hand down, slapping your ass cheek hard and rubbing over it.

You whimper out, “Fuck, again.”

He repeats his actions to the other side and you moan, “Fuck.” You clench around his cock, “So close.”

He spreads your ass cheeks and spits, coating your asshole with it. He circles his thumb around before slowly pushing it in, “Wanna be in this one next time.”

You gasp and let out a moan, “Fuck, yes. Yesyes.”

“Such a dirty little slut wanting me to fuck that tight little asshole of yours.” He groans and digs his finger tips of his other hand into your lower back, “Fuck, I need you to cum, baby.”

You clench around his cock and your head falls down, “Shit. Fucking shit.”

Your body tenses up as you cum on his cock. He moans as you clench and unclench around him.

He can’t hold it back anymore.

His cum shoots out, coating your walls with it. He pushes in deeper, taking his thumb out so he can grip your hips.

“Fuck.” He grunts as he pants.

He holds his cock there for a few moments, catching his breathe before he pulls out. You lean up against the back of the couch and Harry uses his shirt to wipe you and him off.

“You okay?”

You look at him and nod, “Oh yes. I’m great. Are you?”

He smirks and nods, “Better if I had a shower. Care to join me?”

You smile as you think about it, but turn the offer down, “I should probably get home. I hate to fuck and leave, but I have an early class in the morning.”

He nods and chuckles, “Yeah, I can understand that.”

You get up and get half dressed before walking up to him. You pull him into a kiss and lean back, “I definitely want to see you again. Maybe lunch?”

He smiles and nods, “Sure thing.” He pecks your lips, “Let me put my number in your phone.”

You nod and hand him your phone so he can add himself while you finish dressing.

“Just text me so I have yours.” He hands you your phone back and looks you up and down, “You really are beautiful, and you’re not a slut, I just- that was in the mo-“

“No, I get it.” You laugh, “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

He nods, “I can agree with you on that.. let me get dressed and I can walk you home?”

You nod and smile, “I’d like that.”

——

“You literally only live right around the block, how insane is that?” Harry laughs as he walks you up to your door. You laugh, “If I would have known that I would’ve just walked myself.”

He shakes his head, “No. at least I know you got home safe.” He leans in and kisses your forehead, “Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight, Harry.”

——

You woke up late.

You slept through your alarms.

“Shit shit shit.” You curse as you quickly throw on leggings and a sweater. You have a new class starting today and this was not the impression you wanted to give the professor.

You look at the clock, “Fuck. I’m going to be so late.”

You slip on your shoes and go out to your car, throwing your stuff onto the passenger seat, you get in and start heading to your class.

You speed walk into the building and push open the door. You round the corner, carrying all your book and quickly make your way to the classroom.

You open the door and your heart absolutely falls to your ass.

Harry.

He’s your new professor.

——

I feel like I need to go touch some grass after this one… like what the hell … I think this is so good.

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