#i want to feel i want to touch and smell and play!

[chuulyssa]

── ★ 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐘 !

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 — bsd men and public sex scenarios

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 — smut

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎──‎‎‎‎─ tw intended lowercase, public sex, exhibitionism, edging, begging, use of pet names (doll, love, angel etc), praise kink, cockwarming + fingering in fyodor's part, voyeurism + choking + nipple play in nikolai's part

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 — dazai, chuuya, fyodor, nikolai x reader

𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 is always ready for sex, whether it be in the comfort of your bedroom or the last seat of a movie theater. you cannot physically count the number of times you've asked him to dick you down and he has cooed in reply, pulled you into a random corner, ridden your panties to the side and pried your legs apart with a smile. that, however, doesn't mean there aren't times when you have to beg for his fat cock. he is quite a nuisance, even when the two of you have to make it quick, locked up in a public room. he enjoys watching you flailing your arms around in a silent tantrum, unable to moan or groan or whine, afraid of being heard by others.

“now now bella,” he says in a sing-song voice. “if i give it to you now, and you end up being so loud that the others hear, it will be bad, won’t it?”

he watches you rub your cheek against his bare cock, throat dry from the hardness which he refused to let you suck.

“i’ll be quiet, i promise,” you say. “please please, can i have it?”

“you always say that, dolly,” he strokes your hair lovingly and you lean into his touch. “but we both know you never keep your promise. i would like you to hush for me, alright? we can be as loud as we want at home, but not here, hm? the president is in the next room; it’s a very important meeting, okay?”

you nod vigorously, and he chuckles.

“ah now you know i’m weak for those eyes,” he pulls you up and sits you nicely on his cock all in one go, clamping a hand over your mouth as your eyes widen at the forced penetration. “we’ve got an hour, baby. let’s make it nice and slow, yea? don’t want anything to spill or make a mess, hm? easy now, doll. ride me like a good girl, but quietly.”

𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 doesn't mind pissing off mori in ways more than one. he cannot recall how many times he's fucked you in his own office in various positions, and so messily too, just to see his boss's reaction. he, unlike dazai, doesn't have to be quiet though. it's his building, he can do whatever the fuck he wants, shove his cock down your throat wherever he wants. but he likes to go at a tantalizingly slow pace. he knows he can take his time. he's not gonna get 'caught'. his subordinates know better than to intrude on his business. it's just you, spread-eagled on the table, and him, rutting his hard cock inside you.

“you like it, yea? then why don’t you say it?” he groans in your ear. “you can tell me whose pussy this is, can’t you? why don’t you say my name, doll? whose girl are you?”

“y-yours, all yours,” you hiss and he gently pushes your face back into the mahogany table, the smell of fresh wood and sex clouding your senses.

“what’s my name?”

“chuuya–”

“chuuya what?”

“port mafia executive chuuya nakahara and the owner of my body,” you breathe. he's taught you to say that whenever he asks you that.

“good girl,” he says proudly, smile faltering for a second as he adjusts his pace. “you gonna come, baby? i can feel you. come, come on this cock, we’ll let it get on the floor and table, just to have some fun, yea?”

you widen your eyes, and he chuckles, gloved hand coming to pinch a nipple.

“no objections. mori's office or not, i decide what i do with my pussy.”

you shuddered. he's not afraid and it's seen. because after all, who's gonna fire him?

𝗙𝗬𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥 isn't always the one to initiate sex, much less one in public. then again, your numb cunt and shaking legs are testimony of how well he does when he decides to. public sex for fyodor meant shoving you by your hair down on his cock, pretending to be interested in the ramblings of fukichi while you were sucking him off under the table. when he feels he has to reward you for good behaviour though, he allows you to perch on his lap, your panties shifted to the side as he nests his cock deep inside your warm pussy, offering his ideas while the others don't bat an eye at the unusual approach of the mastermind.

he drums his fingers on the table, sliding them down to pinch your clit. your eyes widen, neck snapping around to look at him as he continues to look ahead. from the corner of his sly smile, he mutters, “i’ve told you to stop moving so much, havent i, angel? or would you like to leave the meeting? i wouldn’t mind either way. you’re distracting a hard-working man.”

you frown at him. “i’m not moving around–” your angry whisper is cut off by a finger slipping inside your already filled cunt, stretching it out even more. you hiss loudly, fist clenching around his cape.

“quieten, printsessa, or i might have to send you away. you’re not being very good now. i’d like to have a word with you after the gathering departs. in private.”

you scowl and turn back to staring at a wall in front of you, when you feel his finger escaping your soaking cunt. sighing in relief, you barely anticipate the slight jolt of his hips as he forced his cock deeper inside you for the fraction of a second before bringing it back in place.

your eyes wander frantically to see if anyone noticed the act. nobody did, thankfully, or maybe they had learned not to intrude on his business. either way, you will pay the price for boredom in the next thirty minutes.

𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗜 is similar to dazai when it comes to enthusiasm related to public sex. he's into voyeurism, a bit much for your liking, but he swears by your name he won't do it if you don't like it. but you don't miss the way he casually lifts your skirt up to check your ass out, or how he sticks a finger inside your cleavage line to harden your nipples. he has always wanted to be free, and what defines freedom more than sex in the back of his car, where the windows are open and any passerby can hear the commotion, wild and alive like never before?

“but kolya, we have to be quiet, we can’t just–”

“hush, my little birdie. do as i say and you won’t be in trouble,” he lays you down comfortably on the seat before proceeding to bang the shit out of you. your meek attempt at stifling your moans by covering your mouth is unsuccessful, and highly futile, he thinks. “now why would you do that, my dove? why would you not bless my ears with your heavenly sounds? let me hear them, dove, please.”

“kolya–”

“yes yes yes love, just like that,” he coos praises into your ear. “but you can go louder, can’t you?”

his mouth sucks on one of your nipples, begging you silently to give him more, to say more.

“please tell me how i make you feel, dove. i might die.”

“so good, kolya, so good.”“yes dove, now can you tell the whole word how i make you feel? please? for me?” he fastens his pace to force moans out of you, hand reaching to your throat to make you say his name. “want the whole word to know you love me, dove. that you’re mine. all mine.”

and his demands grow sinister by the moment with threatening consequences.

“whoopsie, no dove you’re gonna have to keep it in for now. can’t let you come unless i see you beg for it, now can i?”

it was always a long night of satisfying sex with him.

[gingersxng]

Puppy Love

Pairing: f!reader cocker spaniel hybrid x Ateez big!dog hybrids

Genre: smut 18+, fluff

Summary: how would the members act around you when they’re in heat? Some of them can handle it better than others but some have it a bit tougher..

Notes: breeding, breeding kink, pregnancy, bigdick!yungi, knotting, unprotected sex (don’t), degrading, praising, manhandling, marking, heat, much testosterone, aggression, muzzling, fighting, oral, anal sex, cuddling, kissing, bulge kink, scenting, humping, lots of creampies, teasing, bondage. May have forgot something!

a/n: this has been in the making for awhile and I’m finally done and before anyone comes at me.. I know I didn’t make Yunho a golden retriever, cause in this case I felt like a golden isn’t that big, I feel like a Pyrenees dog suits him better. They’re bigger and looks almost like a golden. Thank you!

Words: ??

Akita!hybrid Hongjoong

Hongjoong is a dominant akita hybrid.

He will stand between you and danger, growling and baring his teeth.

He likes to protect you and keep you close, always by his side.

Hongjoong is a bit rough in the bedroom.

He likes to be a bit aggressive and manhandle you.

He is not afraid to mark you, leaving little bruises and hickeys.

He likes when you are on your hands and knees, your ass in the air and your tail raised.

He likes to grab your hips and pound into your pussy, his cock stretching you.

Hongjoong loves taking control and being dominant.

He will pull you onto his cock and have you sit there, your tight heat enveloping him.

Hongjoong loves it when you ride him.

He likes seeing the faces and noises you make and how your tits bounce as you fuck yourself on his dick.

He loves hearing you beg and moan his name, your pretty mouth open and spit drooling down your chin.

Hongjoong also is into breeding kink.

He loves the idea of filling you up with his cum and knocking you up.

His eyes will be glued to your stomach and he will have a hand on it, rubbing the small bump.

Hongjoong would dote on you and take care of you throughout the pregnancy and after the pups are born.

The akita hybrid would be extremely protective and will growl at anyone who gets near you and his pups.

Bauceron!hybrid Seonghwa

Seonghwa is a pervy and dominant bauceron hybrid who loves to fuck..

He is a dom.

Seonghwa is addicted to how good your pussy feels around him, so much so that he could stay inside you for hours at a time.

He wouldn't even care if his cum was already gushing out of your hole, he wanted to keep you on his cock and locked to him, he wanted to pump your little tummy full of his puppies.

The sight of your body, so small and delicate compared to his own, it made him wanna fuck you till you broke.

Seonghwa also loves to fuck you in the living room where anyone could walk in and see you getting destroyed by him, the thought of other people watching made him cum so hard.

But he don’t want anyone else to touch you, only him, he was the only one allowed to fuck you and make you his.

He loves to mark you up, his big teeth would sink into the junction between your neck and shoulder while his knot would be lodged deep inside of you, he liked the taste of blood and seeing the dark bruise blossom over the bite mark.

It makes his alpha instincts purr happily, knowing that the others would be able to smell him on you and they wouldn't even dare try and touch you.

Seonghwa is just obsessed with breeding you and seeing the proof of his cum dripping out of you, he couldn’t get enough.

All perverse actions aside, when he finally got to be a father he would be the softest and happiest ever, he would protect you and the puppies at all costs and do everything to keep you safe.

Pyrenees!hybrid Yunho

Yunho is an excited pyrenees hybrid.

He is constantly bouncing around and wants to do something.

He likes to play games with you and chase each other around the house, his fluffy ears twitching and his tail wagging.

Yunho is a big dom.

He will take charge and flip you over onto your hands and knees and pound into your pussy.

His cock is slightly bigger than a human's and he will make you beg and cry out.

Yunho is a breed and breeding kink kind of hybrid.

He will always have his hands on your hips, squeezing the skin, and his eyes glued to your ass and pussy.

He has no problem with breeding you.

When you are in heat, he is more than happy to mount you and breed you, his cock pushing inside and his knot growing.

He loves to press down onto the huge bulge under your skin, feeling how deep inside he is, all the way up in your cervix.

He doesn’t care who is around when his dick is buried inside of you. As long as he gets to fuck you full.

Aftercare is a must for Yunho, he loves being rough with you but he always feels that he needs to show you the double amount of love and affection afterwards instead.

He’ll cuddle you in his arms, his warm chest calming you down after your highs.

Will be very protective around you and your puppies, but won’t be as aggressive towards other males as the other hybrids.

Dobermann!hybrid Yeosang

Yeosang is a very laid back but kinda rough dobermann hybrid.

He’s another hybrid that’s very protective over you and would do anything to keep you out of trouble.

He’s guarding you day and night.

In bed he’s very rough but also gentle time to time, there’s very much biting and marking during sex, he loves to sink his long whites into your skin and hear you whimper.

He’s more a dom than a sub.

He would never call you any degrading words ever, he would praise you to the fullest.

He loves to fuck you missionary when he can see your pretty eyes look up at him when he puts his cum into you.

He loves when you tug at his pointy ears as he goes rougher and harder, it gives him more confidence.

People would say he wouldn’t hurt a fly but this hybrid can switch from cute to scary very quick.

Tho he has a soft side he can get aggressive when his hormones are at its highest, he often ends up in a fight with some of the other hybrids when they’re in heat and is forced to wear a muzzle until he’s calmed down.

Nothing can come in the way of you two, he’s overly protective of you especially when you’re pregnant with his litter.

His little tail is wagging when he see how safe you feel in his presence.

Husky!hybrid San

San is an soft and laid back husky hybrid.

He also loves to play with you and chase you around, nipping at your curly ears and tail.

Once he has you pinned under him, he will rub himself all over you, scenting you with his natural husky smell.

He loves to eat your pussy, his long tongue lapping and licking your folds.

He has no shame, his big ice blue eyes staring up at you as his tongue swirls around your clit.

You love his perfectly dorito shaped ears and how his tail wags when he pleases you.

You don’t mind giving him attention and loving on him, letting him hump your leg and grind his cock into you.

He has no problem cumming early and then wanting to go again and again.

He is a very happy boy and has no shame. He doesn't care what others think and has no boundaries.

San is a switch.

He loves when you ride his cock, bouncing on his dick and grinding down on him.

He likes the sight of your tits bouncing and his cock disappearing inside of your pussy.

San is a bit possessive and a bit clingy. He will constantly be attached to you and has no problem scenting you, especially around other male hybrids.

No one is to touch his bitch!

He will give them a warning growl and glare, maybe even give them the “wolf smile”.

A real gentleman through your pregnancy, he’ll literally be on his knees for you and be very gentle with you.

Loves to caress your swollen belly, maybe even talk to it.

San will also give you little kisses and lick at your cheek and ears, nipping playfully and tugging.

He is the perfect daddy.

Great Dane!hybrid Mingi

Mingi is a big and intimidating looking but actually is a softy and himbo great dane hybrid.

His sex drive is off the charts tho and when he met you, a small cocker spaniel hybrid his hormones went through the roof.

He’d be kinda rough with you in bed and let’s not talk about his big cock pounding into your small cunt from behind..

He uses his power and big body as an advantage to manhandle you and hold you in place.

Mingi is an Alpha and a proud one. He loves when you get needy and clingy and even more needy during your heat, soaking wet and begging for his knot and cum.

He loves seeing your belly swell and your body change to accommodate his pups.

Mingi also loves to breed your ass, his long thick cock stuffing your hole full of his cum as you moan and whine under him.

He likes to be a little degrading, calling you names like slut and whore while he fucks you, making sure you know your place and that you are only there for him and his pleasure.

He likes to leave bruises on you, marking his territory, making sure everyone knows you belong to him. Sometimes tho he gets a little to testosterony and actually hurts you, a week or two with a muzzle usually helps him calm down.

When you’re pregnant with his pups, he is the most protective out of the hybrids. Usually shouts at strangers to “fuck off” with his deep strong voice when they’re nearing you.

Mingi has his nose pressed into your stomach every night, purring and cooing to his pups inside of you.

He takes care of you throughout the pregnancy and then he spoils you even more once the pups are born.

Mingi is all about you and the pups and you couldn't ask for anything better, and if someone as much as come near you or the puppies, the guard dog instincts kick in.

Dalmatian!hybrid Wooyoung

Wooyoung is a dalmatian hybrid and he is the biggest flirt.

He will constantly flirt with you and touch you, his hands running over your body.

Wooyoung will be the one to initiate sex.

He will always have a hand on your thigh or waist and will be the first to kiss you.

He is a switch.

He likes to take and be in charge but will also enjoy it when you take control and use him for your pleasure.

He likes being a good boy.

Wooyoung would enjoy being tied up and restrained, forced to just lay there and take your cunt.

He likes it when you sit on his face and use him.

You are never bored with Wooyoung around.

He is a very active person and enjoys having fun.

He is playful and loves to cuddle. Wooyoung would enjoy being tied up and restrained, forced to just lay there and take your cunt.

He would make you chase him around and wrestle, tackling you and pressing his nose into your neck and shoulder, breathing in your scent.

Wooyoung loves being taken care of, but he loves taking care of you as much.

He likes to act spoiled and have his head in your lap as you play with his hair as he whisper sweet nothings to you.

He’s one of the calmer hybrids when it comes to you being pregnant, as long as strangers don’t come too close to you, then he may have to step up but as long as they keep their distance it’s not a problem.

He’ll love to play with the pups and help as much as he can, he shows them the do’s and don’ts and how to be a good boy/girl just like their father.

You couldn't ask for anything else from this boy.

Leonberger!hybrid Jongho

Jongho is a big soft yet serious leonberger hybrid.

He loves spending time with you, just doing lazy stuff.

He has no shame when it comes to sex.

He is constantly teasing you and gives you stares.

Jongho is a huge dom.

He likes to take charge and use you.

He likes to tie you up and tease you.

Jongho also loves to praise you for being a good little girl.

Jongho loves eating pussy.

He can do it for hours.

He has a lot of energy and can last forever.

He loves the taste of your juices and can spend the entire night eating you out, his tongue deep inside of you.

He enjoys having you sit on his face and grind your pussy against him.

But to be honest he rather fuck you real good instead, giving you his pups.

He won’t be too protective over you but one wrong move and it’s over, doesn’t like going into conflicts but if he has to he will.

Jongho is an extremely caring hybrid and will always be there to cuddle and comfort you and the puppies, showering you in love and kisses.

He is an absolute giant sweetheart.

[stravvberry-gal]

Toji & roleplay

minors dni, you will be blocked.

Contains: sexual content, roleplay, playful toji, technically gun play(?), hide n seek but sexy, fluff, oral (m).

Toji would rather leave the house naked than without his weapon stash. If he isn't carrying the compression cursed spirit, he at least has his trusted gun. The reliable metal fits perfectly in his hand after years of use; and now he was getting ready to use it again, chasing the pretty little burglar who broke into your shared apartment.

Well, actually, the burglar was you. And you didn't break in, you had a spare key. But hey, who is he to complain? You've given him the perfect opportunity to chase you down and make you pay for the locks you picked and electronics you stole (you didn't. but shhh).

You were being smart. He huffed in annoyance, you hid pretty well. He made sure the gun wasn't loaded and chuckled loudly, to ensure he is heard in the entirety of your house. It was quite big, he got lucky on a couple jobs and saved up for once, and now he is paying the sweet, sweet price for this, having to search for you on both floors. His enhanced senses would allow him to find you in an instant, if it wasn't for your pesky cursed technique that made you invisible to all - sight, smell, even arbitrary things like maps or satellites. So, his task was nothing short of impossible.

But that man knew you like nobody else. Your technique couldn't fool the sense of touch, either - so once he figured you'd probably hide in the closet in the corridor, he flung the door open and grabbed youfull force, pressing his gun against your head and making you reveal yourself.

"Pretty lil' thing tryin' to steal my stuff, huh?"

His voice was strong in your ear and you felt his chest vibrate with the sheer force of his words. You felt his hard-on against you, but instead of pouncing on him like you wanted to, you stayed in character.

"No, please don't kill me, sir- I promise I'll pay for.the damage!" you said, grinding subtly. He had to stifle a groan.

"And how do you intend to do that, huh? Answer or..." he pressed the gun harder and it made you whine in need. He was so mean... and so so hot for it.

And that's how you ended up on your knees, sucking the soul out of him in the living room. His gun long forgotten on the couch, his big, rough hands in your hair moving you back and forth. Oh, he was one hell of a head pusher, but you loved it, all of it.

He truthfully couldn't help himself, though. Even the tiniest glance at you caused him to want to go harder, but while the thrill of the chase worked him up, he had no intention of making anything painful for you. He smiled, and it was half wicked and half loving. Your puffy face and glossy eyes, the eagerness with which you acted out his little fantasy of chasing you around, the silliness of it all, it made him chuckle and caress your hair softly. And you made him feel so good, too; he promised to himself that he will return the favor soon. He has to take care of his lil' thief, after all.

[deadsnakey]

𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔? 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐱 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄

—> Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott love to bother you, it's so obvious they hate you. Do they really, though?

Check out the request here!

—> Enemies to lovers, kind of... Fluff, a little angst possibly and two idiotic boyfriends who think bothering you very clearly means they like you.

★ Ok, this might be a little messy but just stay with me here.

★ since first year, mattheo thought you were so pretty and just adorable. though, he always kept his distance as much as possible.

★ it wasn't untill around third year that mattheo and Theodore started getting really close, eventually dating in 5th year.

★ but there was still a huge problem, you.

★ they both knew they liked you, they've talked about it voguely a few times and since then they've had to an understanding that you belong to them and no one else...even if you didn't know it yet.

★ unfortunately for you, they only knew one way to flirt; teasing and bothering you.

★ its not too long until you start trying to avoid them as much as possible, knowing you'll be teased relentlessly or the butt of their joke that you never found funny.

★ they always called you names like princess, sweetheart, doll or darling. nicknames in Italian from Theo that you didn't really understand.

★ Stealing your pencils, notebooks, homework or even your wand just to get your attention. They'd dangle it where you couldn't reach. Anything for your attention.

you were going to your last period of the day, hoping you'd be able to make it through without seeing them, the two boys. you've been lucky enough to go the whole day without seeing them but you still technically had two more hours before you'd be safe in your dorm for the night.

you've made it to class, and successfully made it through. walking through the halls, listening to music. your huffy puffy friend ended up stopping you for a few minutes to ask about the material you both were learning at the moment in potions.

once done, you quickly started walking again, about to press play on your music again when you feel someone lightly tap your shoulder. you sigh to yourself, hoping it wasn't the two boys whom you've been dreading of seeing; let alone talking to.

"hey, princess. where you've been lately? hm? avoiding us, weren't you?" mattheo taunted, a smirk stretched on the side of his lips.

you slowly blinked, in disbelief. "why? miss taunting your toy? can you guys just leave me alone? I've done nothing to you." they both huffed, "toy? is that how you really see it? you know it's quite saddening you'd think of us in such a way, darling." mattheo put his arm on theodore's shoulder, slighting leaning on it.

"yeah, okay." you harshly spat out, turning on your heel to get away from them. Theodore was quicker. he gently but firmly grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest making you stumble; your back now touching his clothed chest. you were quickly intoxicated with the smell of faint cigarettes and cinnamon.

"what? got nothing to say now, tesoro?", "don't call me that. and let me go!" you struggled. "someone's feisty, eh? c'mon, lets go to my dorm. I think we need to have a little chat with you." mattheo said, gently putting his hand on the top of your head in a genuine gesture as Theodore started walking, mattheo in front as he led the way and Theodore making sure you're not trying to escape from behind you.

★ safe to say, you were scared.

★ but they really did just want to talk to you. they confessed their feelings for you although you were confused. they hated you.

★ they explained that they didn't hate you, they were head over heels for you if anything. they just...had a really bad way of showing it, hence the constant and brutal teasing.

★ you were shocked. but you told them that they needed to give you some time, you told them as long as they toned it down and stopped being so cruel with their teasing and jokes and actually got to now them, you'd consider dating them.

★ They finally got your attention and they loved it.

★ after 4 awful months of torture from these two, it payed off.

★ fast forward to the end of sixth year, you developed feelings from them both and heavily overtime. that's when you told them that you had came to falling for them and would love to date them both; now that you felt ready.

★ they were soooo happy, definitely lots of affection from these two the rest of the day and night.

[olsenmyolsen]

Hey!!! So im finally gonna send a request from that prompt list lol.

May i please request. absentmindedly playing with their hair at all times

I dont mind either elizabeth or wanda, but can I ask that yn has a buzz cut on her sides back back of her head. And as she just had it redone yn makes a comment about her feeling like a sheared sheep lol

Just got my hair redone and I always say that after touching the back. I just wish I had someone who would stroke my hair also;_; id melt if wanda/elizabeth did.

If that's not too much trouble ;_; please and thank you

A Sheared Sheep

maroon master list . dark master list . request marvel master list . short n’ sweet master list

No Powers AU - (Female Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

Summary: You got a haircut without telling your girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff.

Word Count: 1.3K

Content: Girlfriend Wanda Maximoff, Meet-Cute, Baking, Haircuts, Fluff

You had met Wanda Maximoff only a few months prior. It was a classic meet-cute moment.

A lapse in thinking had led your iced latte to go from your hand to her shirt. An exchange of apologies, small talk, quick glances, some light flirting, and a dinner to make up for it all led to the two of you dating.

It's been bliss and wonderful. You two have only grown stronger and more comfortable. Sharing details about your lives and what you want for the future.

Wanda was very upfront in talking about kids, and she said she didn't care how it happened but that this was something she wanted. That made you feel better when you pointed out through some laughter that you didn't have the parts to help her in the department.

Wanda shook her head and hugged you tightly before running her fingers through your long hair.

An action that always made you smile.

And yeah, sure, talking about kids a few months into a relationship might seem forward, but within the last year, Wanda had recently called it off with her fiancé. Plus, she was older than you. Not significantly, but enough to where you needed another hand to count the years separating you two.

Anyways, like I was saying.

What you and Wanda have is clearly special. And you know she loves you for you. Not a whole lot could change that as of right now.

Well, that's what you keep telling yourself as you close your eyes in the hairdresser's chair. "We really don't have to do it Y/n." Your favorite hairdresser and good friend Natasha pointed out for the hundredth time.

You see, every once in a while, once your hair grows past the point of driving you crazy, you usually just buzz it. Well, at least most of it. Normally, Natasha styles it or just trims one side. Today, the two of you were talking about buzzing the sides and back of your head, but then Wanda popped into your mind and stopped everything.

No, she didn't telepathically communicate with you. As cool as that sounds.

No, the thought of her popped into your mind.

She has only ever known you with your long hair. Would she even like you if you didn't look like... like you?

You shook your head and told yourself that, of course, she would still like you. Hell, she loves you!

Thus, the thought cycle repeats.

"Y/n, why don't you just tell her you want to get it done?" Natasha asks as she watches you look over yourself in the mirror. "Because I want it to be a surprise." You answer back with conviction. "Okay, so then why aren't we doing it?" Natasha asks another question, making you close your mouth.

You sigh.

And after a few moments, you tell Natasha to start cutting.

As your hair fell to the tile floor, your stomach began doing flips and tangling itself up, waiting to be in front of Wanda.

"Wanda?" You called out into her condo as you closed the front door behind you. "I'm in the kitchen!" Wanda yelled. You smiled at her voice and kicked off your shoes by the front door before making your way through her space.

It was just as soft and cozy as she was.

The smell of cinnamon and apple pie filled your nose as you walked closer and closer to her green-tiled kitchen. That backsplash was the first thing she did to make this place her own.

You loved the color.

"Smells amazing!" You said as you appeared around the corner of the kitchen as Wanda pulled out a second pie and set it on a stand to cool.

Wanda briefly glanced your way with a big smile. "Thank you!" She turned back and turned off the oven as she started moving around to put some dirty dishes into the sink. "I made two pies. One for us and the other for Agatha. I think she and Ralph are having some trouble, so I thought I would bake her a pie, too." You leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen with a warm smile, watching as your girlfriend.

She really was beautiful inside and out.

"It took me forever to find the specific brand of apples I wanted. You know, I didn't want it to be too sweet or sour, and then-" Wanda shook her head after wiping her counter down. She let go of the rag and chuckled. "Sorry." She glanced towards you again.

Still not noticing the WestView Witches baseball cap you're wearing to cover up your haircut.

"I'm rambling." Wanda brushes her apron and quickly unties it before fast walking to you with a spring in her step. She quickly kisses your lips and pulls away as she hangs up the apron. "How was your day?!" She looks towards you, and then that's when you see her notice in her eyes. Her mouth goes from a smile to a shocked look. She takes a step back and looks over your face before she reaches out and gently takes your chin, moving your face from side to side. "Y/n- I- when-" She can't form a sentence as she lifts her hand to the baseball cap. "Can I?" She asks after a beat.

You nod, afraid saying anything will spook her.

Slowly, Wanda grabs the end of the cap and lifts it off your head. You hear her breath hitch as she looks over your very short hair. Her fingers slowly run through your hair before she brings them down along the backside of your skull, where the buzz is prominent, making you shiver slightly at the contact of her nails brushing you.

Wanda notices as her eyes move to meet yours. "Does that hurt?" She asks carefully. You laugh through your nose and shake your head. "It feels good. Really great, actually." You say in the same tone as her. Wanda nods, glad that she isn't hurting you.

She brings her hand back up and runs through it again with more pressure. "How does that feel?" Wanda asks.

"Good. Touching the back is the best part." You say before making a joke. "I feel like sheared sheep." Wanda can't help but smile and laugh quietly before she removes her hand and brings it down to yours. Holding you. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise." You say, looking to Wanda, who looks to you, waiting for more. "It's just something I've always done. Do you hate it?" You then question, and just as quick as you ask, Wanda shakes her head, giving you an answer. "I don't hate it. I just wish I would've known." She squeezes your hand.

You nod.

After a few seconds, Wanda grips your hand. "How about while we let the pies cool, we can go sit and relax," Wanda says, making you nod and following her to the living room, sitting next to her on the couch in your usual spots.

Wanda flips through some channels before coming across a marathon of her favorite sitcom.

The two of you relax and cuddle into one another. Letting the surprise of your haircut fall into the back of everyone's mind.

After an episode of the show, you feel Wanda's hand move from scratching your back to up your neck and through the back of your head, stroking your buzz. You smile and let out a satisfied sigh that makes Wanda look over at you with her own smile. "I like it." She states making you feel warm and happy with your choice.

You turn to her. "I'm glad." Wanda leans into you and kisses you as her fingers scratch your head. "My little sheep." She jokes as you two part, making you roll your eyes. Playfully.

All in all, that joke wasn't as bad as when you brought Agatha her pie, and she turned to Wanda and said: "So how many Y/n's do you have to count in your sleep to you fall asleep?"

dividers by @/benkeibear

[therealcocoshady]

The Hoodie

A/N : Hey guys ! I'm sorry, I'm not uploading a lot, these days. I have been drowning in work for my PhD dissertation... Also, I've been super sick. I actually allowed myself a break for daydreaming about snuggling in Marshall's hoodie 👀. Anyway, here is a little blurb and I hope you enjoy it ❤️.

Summary : you are dating Eminem and you are sick while spending a few days at his place. Ever the thoughtful boyfriend, he comforts you and gives you one of his favorite Detroit Lions hoodie.

CW : Fluff

The Michigan wind whipped through the trees outside, rattling against the windows.Marshall sat at his desk in the corner of his home studio, trying to focus. Beats thumped softly in the background, lyrics half-formed in his mind, but something wasn’t right.A small cough echoed from the bedroom, reminding him why he couldn’t concentrate. You had been battling a nasty cold for days now. You’d tried to play it off at first, but the stubborn fever, the constant sniffling, and the exhausted look in your eyes were impossible to ignore.He sighed, running a hand over his face before standing up. He was busy and he had tons of work to do for his upcoming projects, but he didn’t like the thought of being locked in the home studio while his girlfriend being sick in bed. It felt incredibly selfish. It was bad enough that he had to spend part of what should have been a lazy weekend with you working, and he wanted to be there to comfort you. You’d been together for a little while, nearly a year, and, though he’d been guarded at first, he had come to care for you deeply and it was time to put the feeling in action. 

He walked down the hall, pausing at the door to the bedroom. You were curled up under the thick comforter, your nose peeking out from the blankets. Your hair was a mess, but even like this, he couldn’t help but think that you had that effortless beauty that always caught him off guard.“You okay?” he asked softly, stepping into the room.You peeked one eye open, offering him a weak smile. “Been better,” you rasped. “But I’m surviving.”Marshall frowned, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “You should’ve told me earlier how bad it was. You’re burning up.” You chuckled lightly, but it ended in a coughing fit. You waved a hand dismissively once it passed. “Just a cold. I didn’t want to bother you.” Marshall shook his head. “You ain’t bothering me. You should’ve said something.” He stood up, heading toward the closet. “Hold up. You’re always freezing. I got something for you.”

You watched him curiously as he rummaged through a pile of clothes before pulling out his favorite Detroit Lions hoodie. It was old, worn in, and oversized, but it was the softest thing he owned. “That’s your favorite hoodie.”, you pointed out. He smirked, shaking his head. “Yeah, but you’re cold. And if you get better faster, maybe I’ll get it back sooner.” He tossed it onto the bed next to you. “Put it on. You’ll be warmer.” You hesitated for a second but then reached out, grabbing the hoodie and slipping it over your head. As soon as the fabric touched your skin, you melted into its warmth. It was so soft and smelled faintly of him—of cologne and something uniquely Marshall. You buried your face in the collar, sighing contentedly. “Okay, you were right. This is amazing.” Marshall chuckled, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed. “Told you. That’s a certified Detroit classic right there. Ain’t nobody who wouldn’t feel better wearing it.” You gave a small laugh, your eyes heavy with exhaustion but a bit of the tension seemed to leave your body as you got cozy in the hoodie. “I’m not giving this back,” you teased, your words a little slurred as you started to drift off. Marshall smiled faintly, watching you. “You keep it. Looks better on you anyway.”. 

After a few days, you finally got better. You hadn’t let go of the hoodie. The warmth, the smell, and the comfort it gave you had become your safety blanket. Standing in the kitchen, you caught your reflection in the window—there you were, swimming in his oversized hoodie, the faded Lions logo worn down from years of wear. As much as you loved how it made you feel, you knew you couldn’t keep it forever. You knew it was his favorite and you had come to understand that he could get very sentimental when it comes to certain items. You heard Marshall come in behind you, his steps heavy on the wooden floor. He dropped his keys on the counter and cracked open a bottle of water, taking a long sip before leaning against the kitchen island, watching you with that half-smirk of his.

“You look better,” he commented, his eyes flicking to the hoodie you were still wrapped up in. You tugged at the sleeves, glancing down at yourself. “Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks to this, mostly.” You gestured at the hoodie, then gave him a sheepish smile. “Speaking of which, I should probably give it back.” Marshall raised an eyebrow, setting his water bottle down. “Why would you do that?” You let out a soft laugh. “Because it’s yours? And I’ve been hogging it for days now. I mean, it’s your favorite.” He stepped forward, closing the distance between you, eyes narrowing in mock seriousness. “It was my favorite,” he said, his voice low but teasing. “But now it’s yours.” You blinked, surprised. “What do you mean? You love this thing.”. “Yeah, but I love seeing you in it more.” Marshall shrugged casually, but there was an earnestness in his voice that caught you off guard. He reached out, gently pulling at one of the sleeves, the fabric falling long past your fingertips. “You look good in it. Better than I ever did.”. Your heart fluttered, and you couldn’t help but smile, though you tried to downplay it. “I don’t know, you kinda rocked the baggy hoodie look,” you teased. Marshall chuckled, his eyes softening as he gazed at you. “Nah, you can keep it. I’ll grab another one. It’s just a hoodie, anyway.” You bit your lip, looking down at the oversized garment again, fingers tracing the worn-out logo. It felt like more than just a hoodie. It felt like a piece of him—something intimate and familiar, something you never realized you needed until now. “But it’s not just a hoodie,” you said softly, glancing up at him. “It’s yours. It smells like you… and it’s—" You paused, realizing how cheesy you were about to sound. “It’s kinda special.” Marshall gave you a small, crooked smile. “Yeah, it’s special. And that’s why I want you to have it. You’ve been through a lot this past week. It makes me feel better knowing you got something to hold onto when I’m not around.” You looked at him, your heart warming at the sentiment. He wasn’t always good with words when it came to this kind of stuff, but when he was, it hit you right in the chest. You stepped closer to him, arms wrapping around his waist, your face pressed against his chest. “Thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, your voice muffled but sincere. “For everything.” He rested his chin on top of your head, his arms coming up to hold you close. “Don’t mention it. Just... don’t forget to wash it every once in a while. I don’t want my hoodie to smell like Vicks forever,” he joked, the vibration of his chest making you giggle. You pulled back slightly, smirking up at him. “No promises.” Marshall laughed, shaking his head, but his smile lingered as he looked down at you, still tucked into his hoodie like it was made just for you. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “it’s not about the hoodie. It’s just... I like knowing you’re taken care of. Even if it’s something small like that.”. You tilted your head, your eyes softening as you gazed up at him. “You’re sweet, you know that?”. He groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes. “Don’t start with that,” he muttered, but the corners of his mouth twitched as if he couldn’t hold back the smile completely. You laughed and stood on your  tiptoes, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Too late.” For a moment, you both stood there in the kitchen, wrapped in each other’s arms, the hoodie now a symbol of something more between you. It wasn’t just about the comfort it gave you—it was about how it made you feel connected to him, even in the simplest of ways. As you settled back against his chest, Marshall kissed the top of your head, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet of the room. “Keep the hoodie,” he said again, this time almost a whisper. “It’s yours. Like me.”

[m0chisenpai]

Louis x reader x Armand

The reader is a witch and she meets Armand and Louis and Claudia when going to watch a vampire play. They are mesmerized by her enchanting presence, wondering what and who she is

superstitious

˚｡⋆ louis de pointe du lac x black!fem!reader x armand

˚｡⋆ platonic!claudia x black!fem!reader

in which the missing piece fills the gaps

author note: We're gonna play with the idea that Louis has somewhat integrated into coven life

Another night of plays. And a new role for Claudia. A nod to the past, Claudia plays the maid to Marie Antoinette who witnesses both affairs and murders of the king and queen.

The role is silent, but it is better than falling out a window every singe night.

As always, Louis assumes his usual spot, watching his sister perform while his companion sits above. There is peace between all three. And at the same time, a feeling of lonesome resides. Like there is something missing.

Until that evening when she enters.

Armand smells her before she even steps foot intot he theatre. It is rich, it is new. It almost smells familiar of his previous years abroad. Whoever os here, their blood sings to his dead heart. It begs for him to consume it, to be bathed in it.

Had an ancient one found their way back? He looks down into the seats. Soldiers, husbands and wives, students fill the house. But he sees nothing.

Louis catches Armand's gaze, he sees his gaze, 'what is it?'

'Something is here. An ancient thing or being. i don't know what it is. But there is power in it.'

"One ticket please." the dressed up vampire hands the young woman her ticket which she holds between gloved hands. She feel out of place in her softer colors against the dark theatre, but she alwayd did stick out.

"Vampires pretending to be humans pretending to be vampires," you whisper to yourself in awe finding your seat. "How dramatic, Prudence was right."

The act begins. Murder marks the end of all the scenes and your laughter is like a bell in the vampires ears. Armand searche but cannont find you nor can Louis pinpoint your presence. But it is intxoicating.

Then the final act happpens. The vampire troupe feast on the woman and silence fills the theatre. But you stand in loud applause shouting your praise in french. And it is as though the world ends when all three look upon you.

How your eyes shimmer in praise, how your pearly white smile lights the room. Claudia freezes witht he blood dripping. Trying to remember your face as the curtains pull shut. Armand watches as you look up, nodding your head giving your appluase to him now.

But Louis, oh he wants you then and there. But the crowd keeps him from meeting you in the aisles as you file out.

"Oh sisters it was wondrous as you said!" you whisper in awe as you tie your scarf looking in to the mirror of your flat.

"Did I not tell you it was a delight, though in their early days they were more shakespearean I suppose they choose to cater to their English crowd now."

"And did you see the leader? is he not handsome!" Your fellow sister Urydice exclaims moving Prudence aside to stand in front of the mirror.

"He was..beautiful." you shyly whisper and the girl squeals.

"Oh you must approach them! you must!"

"Enough girls return to your chambers."

"Yes Mother." you whisper your goodbyes to all the girls until she sits in front. Your leader,t he mother of your group. She is old and wise, but no age touches her compexion. Her hair large and thick is braided back and you realize how much you miss your mother.

"My darling," she whispers with a smile on her lips. "Be safe. These vampires have power. and they have numbers. Until we have arrived you are to not engage them."

"Yes mother," you bow your head and press a to your pointer and middle finger pressing it to the glass and as soon as she does the same all that is left is your reflection.

You should listen to her, but you don't.

and as you shed your robe to slip into your bed. The golden eyes that watch from your balcony disappear into the night.

That next night you sit at the cafe writing letters to your scattered sisters. Some in english, three in french and the one in italian.

"You're not from here ma'am? Haven't heard italian before," the young girl sits in front of you.

"No, I am not. But Italy is not my home." You sip from your glass of coffee.

"I must say you are an exceptional actress. The breath was taken right out of me."

"Thank you, years of practice led me here."

"From...America?" you guess.

Her eyes widen as does her smile, "how'd you know?"

"Southern accent. Heard it growing up."

"Claudia, what'd I tell you but disturbing folks?"

Yiu hate to admt how the man who joins you both at the table makes your eyes widen. Your cheeks feel hot as his gaze settles upon you. You seem to have som eaffect because he is no longer chiding at the girl.

"No, she is fine sir. Just some simple conversation is all" you tilti your head "your daughter I am assuming?"

"Ah well...yes" he fumbles his words.

"How sweet," you smile at the two now bundling your letters to drop at the post. "I should be taking my leave now. It was lovely to speak to you both."

"Claudia," she quickly shakes your hand.

"Louis."

They wish you could stay. But you toss the necessary amount by your cup and leave the two behind to watch you walk down the stony path.

One night turns into two, then three when you return again it has been a week. A week of you tryig to avoid that theatre, but they calll out to you at night. "Come, come to us." But the leader requests your presence tonight.

One of the women leads you to where he sis. The only empty seat beside him is where you situate yourself.

"When did he turn you?"

"Don't have a creator." you whisper, eyes remaining on the stage. They flicker to Louis who looks up, giving you a smile which yu quickly return along with a wave.

"You know we are not human, yet you yourself are not one ofus," now his head turns to look at you. "But you do not smell like one. And your presence..it is unusual."

"I smell?"

"Nothing like the boys of war I can assure you, it is not unwelcoming" Armand can not help the smallest of smiles when he hears your sigh of relief. "But I must ask you again. What are you if not human?"

You hesitate, remembering the words of your mother. "We are not human. In the past humans maddeneed by thoughts of God and satan killed us one by one. They stopped it from being publicized but they still hunt us to this day."

"You're a witch?"

"We refrain from calling ourselves that," your hand rests against a necklace. The very one all of you share. "We are scattered across the world to avoid any more unnecessary murders."

You pause to clap for Claudia smile as she grins up at you at the end of her act.

"Will you be in France for long?" Armand asks once you sit back down.

"I would like to be. Rome was for a moment. And I am not sure I wish to return again to Greece." Armand returns his gaze down to Claudia and Louis both steal glances at him. Anticipating.

"If you stay here, I can gurantee your safety."

Claudia adores you and spends any moment she can. Taking you to Madeline's shop and around the city and theatre while Louis walks around the city with you, taking shots of you facing the moonlight or along the river.

Armand shows you artwork from the world.

Each of them can not help but feel you fill the gap in their hearts.

They feel dizzy just being in the midst of your presence.

Then one night, as you sit atop Armand's lap. Louis hand settles at the back of your neck to look up at him. Your bare chest heaves as Armand lays kisses upon it. There is somethign electric in the air, something magical,

The candles burn brighter with each kiss. Flickering with your breathing, as though they are breathing with you.

"Stay with us," his voice a whisper. Your eyes remain on his. He whispers it again, "join us."

Your mothers words are drowned from the two.

"Yes, please." Armand lets a soft hiss as he bites into the juncture of your neck while Lousi bites into the other side. And it is liek liquid fire fills your vein and fills theirs.

It is as though you are bonded to them in that moment.

Theirs for an eternity.

[rocketqueen1989x]

My Axl Rose husband

🎀Axl Rose/reader🎀

(This is from my Wattpad :axlrose17xoxo)

warnings :

age gap , fluff , foreplay , sex references , fingering , dirty talk , smut , soft smut , praise kink , mention of hate , body shaming and cyber bullying , pet names ,mentions of alcohol use and drunkenness

(minors dni ,thank you )

📍: Malibu /California

⏰ : 11:36pm

2024

***

The sound of the heavy rain hitting the window filled my ears as it mixed it in with the sound of the tv that was playing just a few feet away from us

god you can tell summer is over

Jesus

it was so fucking cold

my eyes were glued to the tv as I was watching some true crime documentary

it was actually pretty good

my husband of 5 years was beside me as he was in his phone just dead to the world around him and his eyes clued to his phone

he was too busy flicking through Twitter on his feed page watching funny videos of cats or memes as he would giggle every now and then

my eyes travelled over to my husband and I just watched him as he had a little smile on his face while still looking down on his phone

his hand was on my thigh under the covers as he used his other hand for his phone

his hands were so big and warm on my skin but I could feel the coldness of his ring he had on his ring finger

whenever he would touch me it felt like nothing would hurt me and I was immediately safe no matter what

he was just my comfort zone

my eyes moved to his alarm clock just passed his shoulder and it was getting pretty late now

it’s past midnight and we both need to be up at 7 tomorrow to go to a meeting he has with his management team

Axl must of felt my eyes on him and he looked up from his phone giving me a little flash of a smile

god he's so pretty

his smile , his nose , his eyes , his face , his hair and his body

literally everything about him was just so beautiful

i smiled back and more closer to him as I sat up more beside him leaning back against the headboard of our king sized bed

"you okay ?"

axl questioned me and I nodded laying my head on his broad shoulder

he smelt so good

he's just came out of the shower too and I could smell his soap that he use still lingering on his body

"yeah just tired " I replied and rubbed up and down his tatted his arm slowly and he hummed at the feeling of my touch on his skin

"go to sleep then baby "

Axl said in almost a whisper into my hair as he turned his head to peck my head and I lifted my head up to fully face him now

my hand moved from his arm and I began to stroke up and down his bare chest slowly

his skin was so smooth and soft

just like a feather

"you're so beautiful " I whispered to myself and axl immediately looked at me

"what do you want ?" Axl jokingily with a playful smirk at his lips as he looked into my eyes

"dick" I blurted out trying not to laugh as I kept my eyes on his

he fully turned his body , facing me and brought my thigh over his torso

"you don't need to tell me twice "

he wiggled his ginger brows in a playfully manner making the room fill with my laughter

axl gave me a little smirk before wrapping his hand around my throat gently pulling my face to his as he kissed my lips hungrily

oh okay …

his lips attacked my neck as he moved further down and his hands roamed my body

from my neck , to my clothed tits , my hips then down to my ass as he gave it a slight squeeze in his pale hand

i couldn't help but start to giggle

My husband pulled back with a confused face but he was smiling at me trying to figure out what was funny

"what's so funny ?"

"this is going to hurt but I was only joking babe"

i feel bad now

oops

he gave me a frown with his brows but when he realised I was being serious he gave me a big sigh moving my thigh from his torso and turned his back to me sulking like a child

my laughter filled the room as I flung my head back

i looked to my right and axl was just ignoring me now going back on his phone scrolling through Twitter just like how he was seconds ago

"I'm sorry baby " I giggled quitley behind him as I began to rubbed up and down his pale arm

i giggled more not helping the fact that I knew my little stunt has probably turned him on

axl didn't even acknowledge me and continued just flicking through his feed on Twitter pretending I wasn't even there

"im sorry ,honey "

i don't know about him but I found it pretty funny

"well it's not funny because now I have a hard on " axl said with a little frustration in his voice but at the same time I knew he said it in a playful way too

"No you haven't “ I replied rolling my eyes turning on my back and faced the tv that was showing some quite graphic images of a crime scene

i felt my husband move onto his back too and the covers lifted up. my eyes moved down and he did in fact have a boner

oh

he wasn't lying

his dick now hard in his white boxers

i could see the hard tip just below the elastic of his boxers and it was pretty clear that I could see the long vein coming through in his boxers

i gasped quietly while I covered my mouth trying my best not to laugh

he just looked at me with the 'I told you' face and a grumpy look

"believe me now ? " Axl said with a his brows tinted together , pulling the covers back over his body and turning back around to face the other way now in a mood

i rolled my eyes at his little attitude and sat up on my elbow leaning over his shoulder and looking down at him

"I mean I don’t mind making it go away “ I whispered in his ear moving my hair behind my ear while I moved to his face and started to peck his jawline

he didn't say anything and tried to shrug him off me

moody bastard

i rolled my eyes with a chuckle pulling him back by his shoulder making him lay on his back so his face is facing the clieing

i grabbed his jaw turning his face to me moved and I pulled back giving him a single peck on his lips.

he just looked at me and a little smile crept up on his lips as he looked up now looking at me straight in my eyes

i returned the smirk leaning down again and started to peck his lips over and over again but he didn't kiss back though

"kiss me back " I frown with a tiny pout

"please "

i whispered against his soft pink lips and he indeed kissed me back

i smiled into the kiss as it was a passionate one ,letting my hand move up and rub up his chest

axl let out a satisfied groan onto my lips

he loved when I done that.

that's always even one of his weaknesses

i kissed his lips again but this time it was longer and deeper

i moaned softly into the kiss and I managed to hook my leg over his and I started to stroke my foot up his leg and thigh

"I love you " I whispered against his lips moving now to cheek

i gave him a few more wet little pecks around his cheek until I met his jawline

i licked down his jawline tasting his skin and went to his ear

"let me give you a proper apology love "

his reaction to my touches and words made me smirk as I moved down to his neck and he turned his head giving me more room for his neck

such a gentleman

oh by the way axl always goes feral over neck kisses

he doesn't really like hickeys that's much but he loves giving them to me

if he could he would out then all over my body

i remember one night we both went out to this club , got very very drunk , came back home but by the morning when I woke up my chest breasts , stomach , inner thighs and neck were covered with them

there was two or three on my ass

we must of went at it that night but until this day I cannot recall anything from after that club

i swear it was the shots that did me and also I mixed jack Daniels with vodka and I think everyone knows by now that is a fucked combo to have

but oh well

Axl groaned as my hand moved down further on his body and met his stomach under the covers but as I got more sloppy with the kisses ,I pulled down the white and soft bed covers

i love his body so much

it makes me go crazy. i don’t know how people say he’s ugly , fat and all this other shit

i mean look at him the man is 62 years of age and looks fucking amazing

i wanna live inside of his skin

he's just so fucking sexy to me

i don't care what people say about him

i get people all the time on Instagram and Twitter commenting on my posts or even texting me saying

"he's so old! He's old enough to be her dad "

"I don't know how she hasn't flied for divorce yet "

"he was more attractive in the 80s and 90s than now"

"how do you still find him attractive y/n ?"

shit like that

it pisses me off so much. i mean he is 62 ... he's not going to look 25 forever

it's just so stupid

and I get we have a age gap. he's 62 and I'm 35. I get that but at the end of the day the both of us are fully grown mature adults

he's my husband and has been my husband for the last 5 years

i just simply don't care

I love him and always will

whatever happens.

i mean god forbid if we do break up ,and get a divorce …

i don't care I will always love and have huge respect for him no matter happens

axl doesn't really go on Instagram and I'm glad because I don't want him seeing any of that

he doesn't deserve any of that and certainly not after what he's been through

no way

"I love you " I whispered on his chest moving further down and i tugged on his nipple piercing

axl let out a tiny little whimper looking down watching me as he sucked in his bottom lip

i knew that would get to him

I smirked and licked down his stomach peppering kisses all over his body as I moved his legs apart getting in between . my hand rubbed up his thighs  and my other was on his chest drawing circles with my finger on his skin slowly

my hand moved from his thighs and palmed over his hard dick in his boxers and I felt his dick twitch a little at my touch

"shit" axl groaned lifting his hips slightly wanting more and stroked his fingers through my hair ,putting my hair back from my face and gave me a little smile

I traced my fingers up and down his clothed shaft and I could feel his vein on his dick through his boxers

it turned me on so much

i thought I was sleepy a few moments ago but now I was wide awake , horny and I needed him

very very badly. i need to taste him

"stop teasing sweetheart "

i smirked looking up at him and made eye contact as I pulled down his boxers and his spring out right in front of my face

nearly hitting the end of my nose

A little groan escaped his lips and I knew the teasing was getting a little bit too much for him now hence why some of his pre cum was leaking from his tip and down his shaft

he was so thick and he looked bigger than usual too for some reason

but I ain’t complaining about that

"y/n please " axl whimpered brushing the pad of his thumb down my cheek and across my bottom lip

to be honest it sounded so hot when he whimpered

that was one of my weakness

his whimpers were so sexy

i grabbed the bottom of his shaft with my hand and started to kiss up it

axl watched me intently not taking his eyes from me

i loved when he watched me

it was so hot

i hummed and swirled my tongue on his tip collecting his pre-cum from his tip and wrapped my lips around the head

i gently started to suck on the pink head

little moans fell from his lips as I began to Bob my head up and down on his tip and eventually started to take more of him in my mouth

"fuck" axl hissed from above me and his head fell back onto his pillow

one of hands were on the back of his head while his right hand was holding my hair back in a messy pony tail to make sure my hair wasn't any trouble as I made love to his dick

his hand was on the back of head guiding me as his long fingers rubbed on his scalp

"mhmm just like that "

his voice sounded so deep and sexy

I looked up at him through my lashes and batted them at him while i continued to suck. His head was still back on his pillow and his eyes were closed just taking in the pleasure I was giving him

I felt the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and pull back just a little trying not to gag so soon

"mhmmm" I heard him whimper and that's just motivated me to take him even more deeper and that's what I did

i sucked a little harder now and took him deeper now deep throating him

his legs bent and his feet were on the bed and his hips lifted a little as he let out a very loud-ish moan

gawking and squelch noises were coming from my mouth every time his dick hit the the back of my throat and my nose was touching his pubic hairs

saliva was running down my chin only making him more closer as now etched from his point of view

I moaned around his member only adding more pleasure , pushing him too the edge as I bobbed my head faster

his toes curled and the grip on my hair was getting tighter and tighter

"b-baby baby " he repeated but I didn't stop but i felt him push me back a little on my shoulder indicating to me to stop

I came off his dick with a 'pop' sound

i looked up at him with a little innocent smile as I batted my lashes again at him

"ride me ,I wanna cum inside of you”

i made my way back up to his face and he grabbed my throat a little tighter this time but not too tightly were he would choke me and cut off my breathing

our lips touched and he gave me the nice but most sloppiest kiss known to man

as we were making out he moved me to so I was straddling him and I felt him lift up my night gown lightly and I was already naked under there anyways

i had nothing on

his fingers traced my inner thighs and his middle finger found my pussy

i was so wet it was actually quite bad

I pulled back and moan fell from my lips as I felt his middle finger run up my slit and to my entrance circling around it making little moans come out

axl pressed me back onto his lips and his tongue was dominating mine as our lips moved in sync

i gasped as I felt his middle finger enter me and he immediately started to pump it in and out of me slowly but he picked up the pace rather quickly

“already so wet and I didn’t even touched you “

those words made me moan hungry and wanted more

the rockstar quickly added a second finger which was his ring finger and he curled them inside of me and pressed onto my g stop doing the same movement in a very fast pace

god his fingers were like magic

I pulled back fully now sitting fully on his fingers while moving my hips adding more pleasure

"mhmm ,does that feel good ?"

i nodded frantically ,nodding my head head and my nails dug into his chest slightly

soon enough the pulled the digits out and I felt his tip at my entrance

Axl slowly moved the tip up down going in between my folds collecting all my juices from my heat. As he continued to do this a couple times the tip pushed against my clit

i bit my lip with a loud moan looking down at him and he was already looking up at me and his eyes roamed my naked figure above him

"you're so wet ,baby"

axl groaned and as his tip hit my clit a couple of times more letting even more moans lewd from my lips

without a warning his tip was at my entrance and he pulled me down by my hips

pushing into me loud gasps left both of our lips and our heads went back . my walls stretched around him and sucked him in deeper until I fully seated on him

i couldn't help but start moving straight away. i rocked my hips back forth and whimpers left my lips as I brought my head back up properly to look down at him

"good girl ,you’re such a good girl for me "

i whimpered at his words and he kept talking ,driving me more crazy inside

“keep going , just like that sweetheart”

axl instructed with a soft tone dominance filling his voice as he talked to me. he watched me roll my hips back and forth and I circled my hips lightly knowing he likes that

axl moaned and so did I but mine were more high pitched than his.

As I did that his manly hands lifted up the rest of night gown pulling it off my body and dropped to the floor on his side of the bed

now I was fully naked on top of him and he fully naked under me now with the bed covers pushed at the bottom of the bed dying to fall off

he looked so fucking hot. His chest was a little red from were I stuck my nails in his skin , the vein in his neck was more clear and little beads of sweat started to appear on his forehead

his chest panted up and down as I started to ride him fully and started to bounce up and down slowly

"good girl ,just like that " he praised me which only wanted me to go faster

Axl bit in his bottom lip looking down stopping at his dick slowly disappearing in and out of me as I moaned his name

his eyes traveled up to my tits as they bounced a little faster as I started to pick up the pace

"Axl" I moaned and pressed down on his chest going faster and keeping balanced which this only made him let out a a throaty deep grunt

his hands went to my hips pressing me down as he started to thrust up matching my rhythm

I moaned louder putting my head back as we found and matched the rhythm

I moaned but it came out like a whine as he kept hitting that magical spot inside of me

i could tell I was already close as his tip kept hitting it , hitting it and hitting it

"Axl " I whined digging my nails into his chest and I moved them up to his shoulders leaning over him and he grabbed my throat making me look into his eyes

"are you gonna cum for me ?"

i gasped as he stopped me from moving ,holding my hip with one hand as he thrusted up faster into me now fucking me

a harsh slap was landed on my ass and I let out a squeal as he slapped my ass again even harder

my moans got louder as he lifted his head up from the pillow and latched his lips onto my neck

"AHHHH" I screamed holding onto the headboard as I started to feel my orgasm about to burst and explode out of me

He knew I was close and only went faster he grabbed both of my hips and pressed me down on his dick

I just screamed out with pleasure , my nails clawed down his chest as my legs trembled on either side of him

"hold it " axl snapped grabbing my throat and my head fell back as my eyes rolled back into my head ,my toes curled and my nails just dug deeper into his pale skin

i tried my best to hold it but I felt juices dripping out of me into his dick

"I said hold it " my husband snapped again and slapped my ass three times in a row , I squeezed my eyes shut as my legs shook and my back arched

he waited for around 5 seconds and then

"Now"

was all he said and I did like he told me to

I let out a moan type of scream as my body trembled and I cried out in pleasure

his name rolled off my lips and echoed through our shared bedroom and he repeatedly pounded up into me chasing his release

but that’s not until he found it and his seed painted my walls

"AHHH FUCK " axl let out a loud deel grunt and his back arched lightly and his head went back

i whimpered as his dick twitched inside of me and I let out little whines and whimpers still getting over my orgasm waiting for it to die down

"oh fuck fuck fuck " his hands gripped my ass cheeks

god there's going to marks there tomorrow for sure

i weakly fell to his chest and my head went on his shoulder as I panted in his neck

"holy shit "

our pants were both in sync and my eyes were closed ,my legs felt so weak and my inner thighs were already feeling a little tight

a pair of lips lightly kissed me on my forehead and I pushed my face further into his neck as I calmed down

his hand started to rub up and down back to my ass as he rubbed over were he had been slapping just seconds before

there's definitely going to be bruises there no doubt

"I love you " my heart melted and I smiled

"I love you too " I whispered and he grabbed my jaw pressing his lips onto mine in a very loving but passionate kiss

i pulled back moving the hairs from his sweaty forehead and I laid there on top of him just kissing him for a couple more minutes and I got off him gently

he laid me down next to me and rubbed up his thigh trying to calm down my shaky legs

god my legs were going crazy

he really did fuck me good. I mean he always does

"mhmmm" i hummed feeling his body on mine

we were facing each other and our legs were tangled underneath the bed covers and he moved his head into his chest and his face went in my breasts

his arms were protectively around me holding me close to me and my arm was wrapped around his neck as I played the back of his head with his strawberry blonde hairs

"baby ,don't you need to set your alarm ?" remembering again he needs to set his alarm for us to wake up tomorrow for this meeting with his management and team

"ax ? " I whispered again and gently tapped his shoulder while kissing his forehead . I was waiting for a reply back and pulled back looking down to see him knocked out

he was asleep soundly and I could hear his breathing more relaxed and calm now

his arm was tightly around me as he hugged me close him. his face was in my breasts still and I felt his little breaths on my skin as he breathed

he looked so relaxed and peaceful

i reached behind me and seen my phone laying there on the bed. I grabbed it and set my alarm for him knowing he probably hasn't set his

i put my phone on charge and I moved lightly as I reached over putting it on the nightstand and I heard groan in his sleep

"shhh ,goodnight my love "

[saucyjothoughts]

💜At anatomy lecture today we were learning about muscles. And it come to my mind (yes during lecture) that would the boys allow me to use their body as a tool to learn where are certain muscles are. Touching their muscles and asking them to flex it so I could feel how the muscles move under my hand. Skin to skin contact so I can feel the muscles without any layers. Of course after helping me study they would have their reward 😏.

I don't know if you're studying anatomy for biology reasons or art reasons, sweet 💜 boo, but I just had to run with this concept.

(mostly sfw under the cut)

"Pervert," he teases you.

You're in the university library with him - the cute one who does sociology - while your mutual friends are in lectures and you two have a free hour.

"It's for research," you inform him. You really don't know him that well and now you think about it, this is probably the first time you've been alone together without the buffer of your friends.

But that isn't what Bojan is referring to. You're ignoring the book and watching slow-motion, zoomed-in videos of men playing rugby on your phone. Muddy, rippling, sportsmen's thighs under tiny shorts.

In front of you is an open copy of a heavy book, the page featuring a sketched torso with all of the muscles labelled.

'Anatomy for Artists.'

"Research? Of course." He looks at you in a way that makes your heart flutter.

"It's very important to study."

As it turns out, he does really mean it. He's in your DMs before the end of the day.

"You should come to one of my MMA sessions." He probably doesn't really mean it. He's probably just being nice, trying to make a friend in this new city away from home, full of adventure and fear and promise. "Do some research in the flesh."

And when you study together, he lets you see exactly how skin moves over muscle, how the human body bulges and flexes and sags and creases, hair and freckles and dimples and veins. He lets you study a little at a time, hitching the sleeve of his t-shirt up so your paintbrush can outline the deltoid, the tricep, the brachioradialis, the extensor carpi ulnaris; elegant sweeping strokes of deep red that he says feels good on his skin as you paint him. You're thinking about pectoralis major. But you're not brave enough to ask him for it. Not yet.

Your study sessions have moved. You don't use the library anymore. Bojan thinks it will be more useful if you can see him when he's pumped, after his training, so you join him at the gym with your sketchbook. His skin looks good (he's worked up a sweat) and he takes his shirt off to show you his biceps, his armpit hair, then turns around so you can see his back. He sweeps his hair away when you ask for the angle of his neck and writhes slowly when you want the movement of the scapula, the ilium.

"I'm probably too soft for you to get a good idea of abdominals." He's apologising, self-conscious about his love handles. In your eyes, he's a perfect specimen (when did he become perfect to you? It happened so naturally) and his shyness is endearing.

"I'm sure there are plenty of abs I can see around here," you tease, making a show of looking around the gym at the other guys.

No.

He takes your wrist, pulling your attention back to him.

"You didn't let me finish."

He's sweaty, and you're close enough to smell him, musky and masculine.

"You probably can't see, but you can feel."

He pulls your hand close to his body and you touch your fingers to him. Around his navel, over that little trail of hair, and he flexes his core as you push your fingertips through the softness of his flesh to feel the strength beneath. Rectus abdominis.

Why are you suddenly struggling for breath when you aren't even the one working out?

He asks you if you want to have the next study session at his place. You do. You desperately do.

His room is cosy. There's a nice view from the window and you skim through his record collection and the whole place smells of coffee and Bojan.

He offers you his chair and you're spreading out the media you brought onto his desk while he prepares to pose for you.

"You know, if you wanted..." There is hesitation in his voice. "You could draw all of me."

Your mouth is suddenly dry. You just nod.

Slowly, he peels away the last of his clothing until all he's wearing is the chain around his neck.

He reclines on the bed, fully on show, the lines of him looking beautiful in the window light.

You pick up your sketchbook, and draw.

[pasaatimonarkin]

No crying in the Burlesque club I part 4

Han Jisung x reader feat. OT8 Stray kids

Mafia!au

Warnings: cursing, guns, mentions of blood, sexual language, future smut

Word count: 5,3k

part 3

Lee Know, Jeongin, Hyunjin and Han had grabbed you from bed early this morning. Chan had started to make you ready to leave the place and wanted you to learn self-defense. Your cast was taken off yesterday and Chan didn't give the thought another minute.

The five of you stood in the center of the training place, the third floor of the house. The floor was padded with mats that had seen better days, and the walls were adorned with punching bags and wall pars. The air smelled like sweat from the guys showing you some moves you could try. You watched them with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You had no experience in fighting so all they told you was new information.

“Alright, sweetheart," Han began, a smirk playing on his lips, "Today's lesson is all about using what you've got." He gestured to your small figure "Don't let anyone tell you that you're not strong enough."

You rolled your eyes at his teasing but felt a warmth spread through your chest.

Jeongin stepped forward, his gentle demeanor a stark contrast to Han's. "We'll start with the basics," he said, holding up two fists. "First, your stance. You want to be firm, but flexible. Imagine you're a tree in a storm." He demonstrated, his legs apart and knees slightly bent.

Lee Know and Hyunjin chuckled at the analogy, but you focused intently, mimicking Jeongin's stance. Your legs trembled slightly since your ankle was still weak but ignored the discomfort.

"Good," Jeongin nodded, "now, let's talk about punches." He glanced over at Han, who was already holding up a punching bag with a smug look. "Hit this like you mean it."

You took a deep breath and threw a tentative punch. The bag barely moved.

"Come on," Han called out, "you’re trying to make the opponent regret touching you, not make them aroused!” The others shared a laugh, and you felt a flash of irritation. Gritting your teeth, you raised your fist again, knuckles white with determination. This time, you swung with all her might, the sound of your fist connecting with the bag echoing through room. The bag swung back and forth, and you stumbled slightly from the recoil.

"Better," Han said, his smirk fading into a genuine smile. "Now, let's talk about power. It's not just about how hard you hit, it's about where you hit." He stepped closer, placing a hand on your shoulder to adjust your posture. His touch was firm, but there was a hint of care in his eyes that made you feel more at ease.

"Imagine your opponent is a board," he continued, "and you need to break it. You're not going to punch them with your wrist; you're going to use the power from your entire body."

Lee Know and Hyunjin circled around you, offering words of encouragement. "Think that the power starts from your legs and releases from your arms. " Hyunjin suggested.

You took another deep breath, visualizing the power coursing through your body and into yor fist. You threw another punch, and this time the bag rocked more noticeably. The guys nodded in approval, and you felt a small satisfaction.

"Good," Hyunjin said, clapping you on the back.

You moved on to kicks next, with Lee Know showing you how to balance your weight and deliver a powerful kick to the bag. Each time you landed one, the bag thudded loudly, sending a satisfying vibration through the floor. You had to train kicking only with your other leg to let your ankle rest.

After an hour of training, your muscles burned and felt a sense of accomplishment. Sweat beaded on your forehead.

"Alright," Han announced, wiping his own brow, "let's take a break. Hydrate, catch your breath."

You nodded gratefully and reached for your water bottle. You took a long drink, the cool liquid flowed down your dry throat. Hyunjin, Jeongin and Lee Know leaned against the wall.

Suddenly, without warning, Han lunged at you. Your eyes widened in surprise, but before you could react, he had grabbed your wrist and twisted it, sending you crashing to the mat. You gasped in shock, breath being knocked out of your lungs.

"What the—" you began to protest, but Han was already straddling you, one hand pinning both of your wrists above your head. His smirk had returned in full force.

 "This is what happens when you let your guard down," he said, his voice light, but his eyes gleaming with serious intent. "You can't stop moving, even when you think you're safe."

You squirmed beneath him, trying to push him off. "Hey! That's not fair!" you protested, cheeks flushing red under his touch.

"Life isn't fair," Han said, his tone still playful, but his grip unyielding. "You've got to be ready for anything." Your heart was racing, not just from the surprise of his attack, but also from the closeness of his body to yours. You struggled to get free, your cheeks growing hotter.

"Get off!" you exclaimed, your voice a mix of embarrassment and irritation. Han's smirk grew, and he leaned in closer, his eyes searching yours.

"You want me to let you go?" he challenged, his voice low and teasing. "Then fight back."

Your eyes narrowed, and you braced yourself against the mat. With a sudden burst of strength, you pushed up with your hips, catching Han off-guard. He rolled off you, and you quickly scrambled back to your feet. The guys watched you on the side.

"Alright," Han said, his smirk fading into a genuine smile. "Now we're talking." He rose to his feet, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "You've got spirit."

You stood, chest heaving from the exertion and the rush of adrenaline. You took a defensive stance, eyes never leaving Han's. He raised his hands in a playful fighting stance. "Come at me."

You took a deep breath, heart pounding in your chest. You lunged forward, legs unsteady from the surprise move earlier, but spirit unbroken.

"Use your legs," Jeongin called out from the sidelines, and you took his advice. You swung a leg out, aiming for Han's stomach, but he was too quick. He caught your ankle and with a twirl, you found yourself flipped over and lying on your back again, staring up at the ceiling.

"Nice try," Han said, his voice filled with amusement as he hovered over you once again, his hands planted on the mat beside your shoulders. "But you're going to have to do better than that."

You felt the heat rising in your cheeks, a mix of irritation and excitement bubbling in you. You glared up at him, your breaths coming in short gasps. "I'll have you know; I can handle a lot more than you think," you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady. You knew you didn’t really know much about these things but he didn’t have to know.

"Oh, really?" Han's eyebrow arched with playfulness in his voice. "You seem to enjoy having me on top of you."

The room was quiet, and you heart skipped a beat. The tension between you was palpable, and you could feel the weight of his body pressing down on you. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. You pushed against his chest in an attempt to sit up.

Han grabbed your hands tight, but his eyes remained playful. "I'm just saying, you're not exactly fighting me off with everything you've got." He leaned in closer, and you could feel his breath against your cheek.

Hyunjin, who had been quietly observing from the sidelines, had seen enough. He stepped forward, a hint of a smirk playing on his own lips. "Alright, lovebirds," he said, his tone light but firm, "let's keep this professional, shall we?"

Han's grin didn't falter, but he relented, rolling off you. You sat up, cheeks flaming red, and took a moment to collect yourself.

Hyunjin cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence. "Alright, let's move on," he said, picking up a pistol from the nearby weapons rack. "We're going to teach you the basics of firearm safety and shooting."

You nodded, eager to change the subject and stop thinking about Han. You walked to the next room that had a shooting range. Your heart was still racing and took the gun from Hyunjin. It felt heavy and foreign in your grip, it was the first time you held a gun in your hands.

"Remember," Hyunjin began, his tone serious now, "safety is the most important thing. Always assume a gun is loaded, even if it's not."

You nodded, mind racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness as you held the pistol in your trembling hands. You never knew that you would have to learn to use a gun, but it could come in handy.

"First, you need to learn how to hold it correctly," Hyunjin instructed, his voice steady and calm. He took the gun and placed it back in your palms, adjusting your grip. "Firm, but not too tight. You want to be able to control the recoil."

Jeongin and Lee Know set up a row of paper targets down the range, each one a few feet apart. They were simple outlines of a human form.

"Alright, Y/n," Jeongin said, his tone more serious now, "you're going to want to keep your elbows bent, like this." He demonstrated, showing you how to hold the gun in a way that would allow for better control and stability. "It's all about balance."

Lee Know stepped up beside you handing you a pair of earmuffs. "These will protect your hearing," he explained, placing a set over his own ears. "It's going to be loud but try not to let it scare you."

Hyunjin nodded in agreement, "Remember to keep your eyes on the target, and don't anticipate the shot. Take a deep breath, let it out slowly, and squeeze the trigger."

You nodded, heart thundering in your chest as you positioned the gun, following their instructions to the letter. Jeongin and Lee Know had placed the targets at varying distances. You took a moment to steady your breathing, feeling the weight of their gazes on you.

You squeezed the trigger, and the gunshot rang out, echoing off the walls. The target remained untouched. "Keep your eyes open," Jeongin reminded, his voice calm. "It's natural to want to close them when you're nervous."

You nodded, ears still ringing from the first shot. You took aim again, eyes never leaving the target. You squeezed the trigger once more. The bullet whizzed past the target, tearing a hole in the mat behind it.

Han couldn't help but grin at your missed shot, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, you really are shooting someone, not the attacker but someone," he quipped, earning a glare from you.

"Very funny," you said annoyed. You readjusted your grip and took a step back.

Han's grin grew wider as he watched you. You could feel his gaze on you, but refused to let it throw you off. You took another deep breath. C’mon you can do this. You finger squeezed the trigger, and this time, the shot hit the edge of the target.

"Better," Han said, his voice closer than you had expected. You turned to find him standing right beside you, his hand reaching out to steady your arm. His touch sent a shiver down your spine "Your stance is too wide," he corrected, stepping behind you and placing his hands on your hips. "You need to be more balanced. Like this." He gently pushed your hips back and adjusted your feet. "Keep your weight evenly distributed," he murmured in your ear, his breath warm against your neck.

You shivered again, but knew he was right. You nodded, taking another shot. This time, the bullet hit the target square in the chest.

"Looks like you're getting the hang of it," Lee Know said, his voice filled with pride. "Why don't we take a break and grab some food?"

You lowered the gun, hands shaking slightly from the adrenaline. "Food sounds amazing," you agreed. Your heart was pounding fast as you thought about Han’s touch. It was crazy how he made you feel so weak under his touch. You couldn’t deny it anymore – you had a huge crush on the guy whether you liked it or not.

-

“I fucking can’t stand her!” you yelled through your gritted teeth as you stepped to the dressing room, heels clicking against the floor. Every day since Coco joined the club, she had practically thrown herself to Han, taking a clear interest in him.

You were not together you knew that. And Han most likely had no feelings for you, you knew that too. But her demeanor still made your blood boil, making you want to slap that smirk off of her face. Han didn’t seem that interested on her, not flirting with her like he usually did.

You had a show where you all performed together. You couldn't help but steal glances at Han, hoping he'd be watching you and not Coco's blatant attempts at seduction. As the routine went on, Coco's eyes never left Han, her gaze a silent plea for his approval. She performed with an exaggerated flair; her movements calculated to draw his focus.

The air grew thick with jealousy as Coco threw in an extra twirl, her skirt fluttering high in purpose. Han raised an eyebrow, but face stayed blank. You had no idea what Han was thinking about during the show.  As you gave your final bows for the audience, Coco made sure to give Han an extra wink.

“She is ruthless when it comes to seeking attention” Lucky huffed, taking a seat on her assigned chair and crossing her legs.

“Have you told Han yet?” Cherry asked while taking her heels off.

Your cheeks flushed red. “Told him what?” you asked, trying to play it cool.

Lucky smirked, “That you like him! It’s so obvious!”

You didn’t argue, “Yeah, maybe. But I could never tell him”. Your brother would never let you have a relationship with him.

“If you are scared about his feelings towards you, I can see that he likes you back” Cherry winked.

“He is totally into you” Lucky added, nudging you on the shoulder.

You bit your lip to hide the smile that was trying to form in your lips. That couldn’t be true. Just as you were starting to feel better, Coco walked in. She had taken her sweet time thanking the audience, taking their cheers in. “Hey ladies” she chirped and made her way to the mirror, adjusting her lipstick. None of you said anything, just shared a knowing eye contact with each other.

“Great show as always!” a familiar voice spoke from the door and you turned around to see Han smiling at you.

“Thank you, I knew you would enjoy” Coco sang to Han as she scuttled with her high heels to him, clinging onto his arm. This took Han in surprise, but his eyes still stayed on you. That made your fury rise once again and you had to take a deep breath so you wouldn’t say anything out of anger. “I’m sure you had your favorite to watch” Coco beamed.

Han smiled at her words, yet his eyes still didn’t leave yours. “Oh yeah, I always enjoy watching y/n”. Your heart skipped a beat.

Coco’s smile faltered and her grip loosening on Han’s arm, but she didn’t surrender that easily. She leaned closer to Han, “Maybe you’d like a private performance sometime”, she suggested, her voice a seductive purr. “I could show you a real show.”

“Perhaps another time” Han shot an awkward smile at Coco. She took that as a promise, winked at Han and turned in her heels to walk away, her touch lingering on Han’s arm too long for your liking.

Cherry and Lucky shared a look, surprised at Coco’s boldness. Your gaze met Han’s as he looked back at you. You tried to control your emotions and expression, but it seemed that you couldn’t keep your face completely blank since Han raised his eyebrow at you. “You okay, y/n?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine” you forced a smile, “I’ll meet you outside”. Han nodded and walked to the hallway. As soon as the sound of his steps faded away, you turned to see the girls. The way Coco was always throwing herself at Han made you want to rip your hair out.

“Don’t let her get under your skin” Lucky said, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You took a deep breath and looked at yourself from the mirror. What was happening to you? You were never this jealous before, especially for a guy who you weren’t even together with!

“I know I shouldn’t. It just feels like she’s always onto him” you replied.

“She’s just desperately wanting attention. She’s making you jealous in purpose, because she can see that Han’s into you, like I said. I mean he hasn’t missed a single show!”

Cherry nodded “Lucky’s right. You need to talk to him, tell him how you feel”.

Yeah, he came to the shows but at least half the reason was because Chan wanted him to keep an eye on you, right? You bit your bottom lip. Could you still tell Han about your feelings? Your stomach churned at the thought of rejection. But if there was a chance that he felt the same, you could make that annoying smirk disappear from Coco’s lips.

You told the girls you would think about it, earning eye rolls from them both. You phone blinged and you saw a text from Han, telling you to hurry up. That wasn’t a good sign, it meant he had somewhere to go. And considering his work, it wasn’t anything nice.

Quickly gathering all your stuff, you speed walked outside in your show outfit. The cold air hit your bare legs and made you shiver. It was already late and dark, only dim streetlights illuminating the sidewalks. Han leaned against the car, looking at his phone. The way the light shined on him made him look like an angel and even more as he looked up and locked his eyes with you. You wanted to tell him how you felt there and then, but you were too slow.

“We need to go” he stated, opening you the door for you to step into the car. Your small smile faltered off at his serious tone and you lowered your head, making your way to the passenger seat. As he drove to the house, his eyes were switching between the road and his phone, focusing on reading something. You felt the urge to grab his hand and just blurt out your feelings. You were going to leave the house someday anyway, if he didn’t feel the same. But his stern expression made you keep your mouth shut. Perhaps it wasn’t the right time for talking at that moment.

You reached the house, but this time Han didn’t park his car to the garage like he used to. He stopped the car on the front door and turned to you. “I need to be somewhere, I’ll see you when I get back” His voice was soft, not matching the stern look on his face. You furrowed your brows, “Where are you going?”

He ran his hand through his hair, looking at you like he wanted to tell you but couldn’t. “I will tell you later” he answered, and you slowly nodded, realizing the truth wasn’t pretty. You climbed out of the car and watched him drive off immediately.

-

You slid to your dressing room chair, feeling your heart racing. For the hundredth time that evening you wished that Han was there, but he was still away. You hadn’t heard from him since last night and had no clue where he was other than that he was on a mission assigned by Chan. You looked at your reflection in the mirror and could see the nervousness in your expression despite all the glitter that was decorating your face.

Jack knocked on the door, “It’s your turn” he exclaimed. You nodded and took a deep breath. I have done this many times without Han being in the audience, you can do it now too.  You stepped into the hallway where Cherry ran up to you from the stage. “Go kill it, girl” she said breathily and winked, giving your shoulders a light and reassuring squeeze. You smiled back and rose to the stage. If there was one good thing about today – Coco wasn’t there.

The audience clapped as you appeared on stage and you took your place in the middle, straightening the hem of your short white skirt and made sure your hairpiece was intact. You looked up from the stage and in the booth where Han usually sat, was now Felix and Hyunjin. Felix flashed a comforting smile at you an Hyunjin did a small wave, both ensuring that they were there for you.

As the music started, you felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that came with every performance. The spotlight hit you and you began your show. Thoughts of Han and his mission faded into the back of your head for now.

At the end of your show, you gave small bow to the audience and made your way to the dressing room to change your clothes. Cherry had already left and since your performance was the last for that night, you were there alone. Soon you had on your comfy sweatpants, hoodie and sneakers. The make up and glitter would have to wait on your face until you got to the house.

You grabbed your purse and strolled to the hallway. You saw the two men sitting at the bar having drinks and walked to them, taking a seat in the empty seat middle of them. Hyunjin made an attempt at small talk, asking about the dance routine. But your mind had already gone back to thinking Han. It was annoying that he had captured your heart and mind, and was all you could think of.

“What is he really doing?” you finally managed to ask.

Felix glanced at Hyunjin before responding, his smile fading slightly. “It’s nothing you need to worry about. Just some business, you know”

Hyunjin nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving his drink, “Yeah, it’s a small job. Nothing he couldn’t handle”.

You managed a small smile, but you weren’t satisfied on their answers. There was a ton of jobs that he could be doing considering all the districts where Strays worked. “Is he like selling guns or...?” you tried to dig the answer from them. Felix took a sip of his drink before answering. “No, we never do those alone”. He cleared his throat. “He is doing a favor for a; you could say a client”.

Your heart rate lightly elevated as you realized what that meant. Hitman. He was on a mission to kill somebody for someone. “Do you think he is okay?” you asked, trying your best to sound like you were asking just for curiosity, not because you were worried.

Hyunjin smiled, “He’s the best, you got nothing to worry about”

“Hyunjin’s right. He’ll be back before you know it”

You believed them. They had known Han for so long you couldn’t question them. The two men finished their drinks, and you made your way out of the club to Hyunjin’s black Bugatti. The ride to the house was quiet.

Once you were back you headed straight for Han’s room, hoping he would have returned. You pushed the door open, the hinges slightly creaking. The room was dark, but you could see that it was empty, his bed untouched. You knew he had done multiple jobs like these and never gotten a scratch but you couldn’t fight the feeling in your stomach. Telling you that something was off.

You took a deep breath, and you could smell the scent of Han’s cologne in the room. You tried to calm your thoughts and walked to the living room. Changbin and Seungmin were sprawled on the couch, watching some sort of action movie. They barely glanced you as you entered, mumbling a greeting before focusing on the tv screen again.

You sat on one of the armchairs, trying to concentrate on the movie to get your thoughts elsewhere. Changbin seemed to notice your restlessness and paused the movie, looking at you. “You okay?” he asked, his voice a mix of concern and boredom.

You forced a smile, trying to keep your voice light, “Yeah. Just worried about Han” you admitted. You didn’t care if the others noticed how you felt about Han. They had probably already realized it.

“He has the best shot in the Strays. He’s got it” Seungmin said, turning his focus back on the tv screen. Changbin hit the play button on the remote, the explosions and car chases of the movie filling the silence.

“You know Han. He’s more at home in a gunfight than he is in a kitchen” Changbin said, crossing his arms over his chest and making his position on the couch more comfortable.

You let out a weak laugh and curled up your legs, wrapping your arms around them. “I know. That’s what everyone keeps saying”

“Because it’s the truth” Seungmin nodded, eyes leaving the tv for a few seconds to look at you.

You left the conversation end in that. You knew there was nothing you could do but just wait for him to come back. For a while you watched the movie but started to get tired, pushing yourself off the chair and heading upstairs for your room. You changed into your pajamas, a grey top and black shorts before removing your makeup and glitter off your face. You climbed into the bed and laid there staring at the ceiling, letting sleep drift you away.

You woke up at some point and looked to the window. It was still night, the moon casting a silver glow into your bed. You threw back the covers and quietly made your way downstairs to check if Han was back. You looked into his room but to your disappointment it was still empty. You sighed and closed the door.

You heard mumbling from the living room and peaked in and there Han was, sitting on the edge of the couch, his body hunched over. He was mumbling to himself, and your attention moved to his shirt, it was soaked in blood. Your hand found it’s way over your mouth “Han” you whispered.

He looked up, the corners of his lips twitching upwards, “Hey y/n” he tried to speak carefully, but winced as his movements caused pain. “You’re hurt” you murmured, stepping closer to him. He was holding his shoulder, which probably was the source of all that blood. Han winced again as he stood up, “It’s not as bad as it looks. But I could use some help”

“What happened?” you asked, voice slightly trembling. You were right being worried about him and the job. Han’s eyes met yours “It’s part of the job. I’m okay, it’s just a flesh wound.” He tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace.

You motioned him to follow you, “Let’s get it cleaned up” you said and moved to the big bathroom upstairs, Han following you. The cold tiles made you shiver as you stepped to the bathroom barefoot. Han sat on the toilet lid and took off the blood-stained t-shirt. You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks flush red at the sight of his bare upper body. Also noticing the tattoo on his chest saying “Strays’. Han lifted the wounded arm on the sink so it would be easier to clean. Before he could catch you staring you started to look for a first-aid kit.

As you found one under the sink you moved closer to Han. The wound looked messy because of the dried blood around it. A bullet had grazed his shoulder, leaving a ragged wound on it, “It’s not too deep” you murmured, trying to reassure yourself as much as him.

You let water run over the wound to clear out the blood. Han hissed as the water stung the wound but didn’t flinch away. You cleaned the wound by rubbing and tapping the blood off. “What happened?” you asked softly, “Hyunjin and Felix told me you were doing a favor for a client”

Han’s eyes found yours as he answered “The target knew about the job and was prepared” he said clenching his jaw in pain. You could see sweat beading on his forehead, as it took effort for him to keep his body still.

“Were you able to do it?” you asked carefully, and Han nodded in response.

You gathered the necessary items to cover up the wound and returned to his side. “You know. You’re really ruining the whole ‘badass mafia guy’ with your clumsiness” you said, trying to bring some light to the situation.

Han cracked a smile “What can I say? I’m a man of many talents”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh and began tying the wound with a bandage. “I had a feeling tonight” you admitted, “I don’t know why, but something felt off”

“Intuition” Han murmured. “It has saved my life more times than I can count.”

You nodded, eyes staying on the bandage. “I couldn’t focus on the performance properly. All I could think about was you” you said voice barely above a whisper.

You could feel Han’s gaze softening, “You’re always on my mind, too” he murmured back. Your already racing heart felt like it would come out of your chest any minute now. Where you about to confess? Did he feel the same way towards you?

You swallowed hard and taped the bandage closed. You two went silent and you noticed that Han’s eyes never left you, staring right into your soul. When you finished the taping, you took a step back. “All done”

“Thank you” he smiled at you.

You nodded, “You should go rest. You have had it rough” you said gently.

Han’s eyes kept staring into your own, “Can I stay with you?” he whispered.

It felt like your heart stopped beating but you nodded slowly “Sure”. He smiled in return and grabbed your hand, walking you to your room. Your heart and mind were going crazy, was this really happening? The air was thick with tension as he let go of your hand and climbed under your sheets. He let out a long sigh with his body heavy with exhaustion and pain. You followed him and pulled the covers over you and turned to face Han who was already staring at you.

The room was quiet, the only sound was the clock ticking on the wall. You two laid in silence as your eyes wandered on his face. You surprised yourself with your actions as you reached your hand to brush a stray lock of hair from his eyes. “You should sleep” you whispered.

Han nodded, his eyes still not leaving yours. The silence grew heavier with anticipation. Your gaze lingered on his lips a moment too long. You felt the urge to lean in and close the gap between you but you held back. You were still unsure if he felt the same, even after his earlier words.

But Han seemed to think the same and didn’t hesitate. He gently tugged you closer and you could feel his warm breath against your lips. He looked into your eyes like searching for permission. He found it in your eyes, the way you looked at him and pressed his lips against you. His kiss was soft and you melted into the kiss, placing your hand on his cheeks. For that moment, everything else outside the room ceased to exit.

[soggypotatoes]

watched the bluey episode dragon today and it changed meeee I spent hours drawing tonight bc I felt so encouraged by it!!

[your-fuccked-up-dad-volume61]

The urge to kidnap her & rape her in the woods. Chained against a tree & split open on my cock. The screams in pain drowning out all the pathetic cries for help. Carving our initials inside of a heart on, “our” tree afterwards so everyone knows what a sweet couple we are. 🔪🌹

[sappho-of-suburbia]

eating a girl out for the first time? as someone with a couple of decades' experience (i started young, ok?), can i offer some advice?

take your time. your aim isn't to make her come as fast as possible, it's to make sure she enjoys every moment. slow down, revel in the process of finding out what she likes.

tell her how beautiful she is, how tempting her cunt looks, how intoxicating it smells, how sweet she tastes. she might be feeling vulnerable, especially if she's inexperienced too - it's your job to make her feel safe and adored.

enjoy the journey - i know you just want to feel your tongue on her clit NOW, but exploring her thighs, working your way slowly to her folds, trailing all the way up her cunt, drinking her juices, letting her feel your breath before she feels your touch...it'll be worth it. for both of you.

learn to read her body with all of your senses. she might be vocal but she might prefer to bite her lip or enjoy being gagged. you don't need to hear her words to know what to do. you'll feel her muscles twitch and relax - learn what it means when she lifts her hips, squirms or sinks into you. she might taste and smell differently when she is close to coming for you. pay close attention to her clit - if you're lucky and you've done a particularly good job, you might see it twitch as she recovers from the perfect orgasm. enjoy it.

you can be vocal though. moan into her. use every sensation you can. light flicks to determined, long, slow licks. blow gently on her wetness. how does she react to your lip piercing? your teeth?

build and add to the experience until she's completely overwhelmed. play with her nipples. run your nails over her skin. lift her legs and spank her.

chances are, she'll get to the point where she really needs you to fuck her. slip your tongue all the way down and inside her. if you can't breathe, you're doing it right. that means you probably won't be able to keep it up for hours, so save this move for when she's right on the edge and you're ready to let her tip over.

if you're especially lucky and she's a squirter, you will get absolutely soaked. enjoy it. show her you're enjoying it. moan into her cunt; she'll come even harder.

if she needs to be fucked harder, slip your fingers inside her cunt and curl them up towards your tongue as it circles her clit. all of her most sensitive nerves will be between your tongue and your fingers. you'll be able to feel every tiny twitch inside her; it's the most beautiful place in the world to be.

when she can truly take no more, stay close to her as you drift away from her cunt. kiss your way up her tummy and her chest, let her taste herself on your lips as you hold her and let her ride out the aftershocks. trail your fingertips over her back. whisper in her ear. tell her everything you loved about eating her out.

[screampied]

❛ TOO SWEET! ❜

geto, toji, gojo, nanami, choso. jjk men who can’t get enough of your sweet taste ‘& becomes needy for your touch.

total wc. 3.0k

warnings. fem!reader, aphrodisiacs, whiney men, unprotected sex, mating press, cowgirl, doggystyle, nipple play, eating out through your panties, dry humping, praise

an. request thank yew aiii, using this req as an excuse to make the jjk men whiney.

CHOSO ☆ KAMO

“baby w-wait,” he swallows, and choso’s panting heavily. heaving practically…

he just couldn’t keep his hands off you — ever since he told you in that soft, shaky red-handed voice that he ‘accidentally’ swallowed and eaten your freshly new bought sugary-coated sweets. “i feel so…” he murmurs, spinning you around before planting a kiss on your neck, then another, then another. “i need you. y-you smell sweeter than usual.”

“oh..is it that bad?” you stare up at him, a single eyebrow of yours raises, and he whimpers. you’re teasing him. the pout that curls down his lip is just adorable.

choso doesn’t give you a answer. he’s so starved of your wanted touch, all he does is drag a few inelegant awkward steps towards you, bringing you into a deep kiss.

choso cups your face with his big hands, his tongue swipes against yours and he backs you up against the glass cold refrigerator door.

he lets off a delicious moan inside your mouth and you gasp, feeling him spread your legs apart with his knee and your own whimper slips out as he’s kissing you. his body heat against yours was so warm, and every few seconds he broke away to repeat your name underneath his breath his shaky needy whispers. oh… maybe..

it really was that bad…

“are you sure?” you faltered with a shy smile, massaging the nape of your neck with your fingers. choso sat on the bed, his face remained flustered and plastered which nothing but whole heartedly lust and thirst. “this’ll help you um..stop feeling all….you know.”

“baby, yes—please,” he whines, his eyes plead. choso’s entire body felt so hot-tempered, warm.

it was cute seeing him grow frustrated, yet he was still as whiney as always, pink lips of his pursing and pouting as you teasingly and slowly made your way to sit on his face. “t-thank you, thank y—mph..”

your panties were still on but choso could care less, as you plopped down gently on his face — he couldn’t take it.

one single stripe lick between the crevices of your underwear was enough to make you moan out his name, hovering over him while giving him that same timid gaze. “c’mon. i need this, need you,” he’d speak, his own breath was racing against itself, jittery.

he gives your thighs a quick pry with his right hand, spreading your legs and you moan as he’s literally eating you out through your laced panties.

“ride my nose, baby. pleasepleaseplease. wanna savor my pretty girl’s—” and he pauses to breathe, almost forgetting to before moaning out. “..pussy.”

“c-choso..” you panted, starting to ride against his nose. he looked so pretty and submissive underneath you, a smile never leaving his lips as you were continuously starting to cover the lower half of his chin with your sweet slick. “fuck, fuck.”

his tongue was sloppy, never ending with the way it slurps your folds up. teasing your puffy clit with numerous sucks, his head’s swiftly moving and jerking as your hips moved and moved against him. choso reaches down to rub against the brick hard bulge building up in his shorts and he whines.

“c-can i touch myself?” he whimpers, and your heart swoons at him even asking. “….god, i’m so hot for you, baby. you make me so dirty. your taste… ‘s doin' this to me. just.. wanna please you, all night long baby.”

SUGURU ☆ GETO

“m' serious, princess,” geto mutters, gripping onto your shoulders. he looked like he’d just came back from his hourly workout. he’s staring you dead in the eyes, some strands of long black hair sticking to his forehead, and it appears as if he’s nearly out of breath. “i…ate your uh candy. but it’s not like you labeled it or anyt-”

geto freezes for a moment. he grows dramatically stiff, before staring down at his pants then at you. “shit.”

“…sugu, are you hard?” you giggled.

and oh, he grows so embarrassed. geto’s facial expression turns into a cute scowl, his ears grows hot the more he stares at you—and indeed he is.

geto’s boner was sort of hard to ignore. him wearing grey sweats didn’t make things easier either.

“can..can you help me or not? y’don’t know how painful this…is,” he huffs out and seconds later after you comply with a sweet little ‘okay’ he’s got you sprawled out all pretty on the bed. “more hornier than u-usual..” he swallows, leaning in to plant kisses straight down your chest to your stomach before he slides your panties off.

you stared at geto, and he licks his lips, panting. his chest heaved back and forth and he’s sweating a bit, he’s so turned on he feels so hot once he’s easing his way inside your pussy with his dick.

“m-mhm,” he bites his lip, keeping one hand resting on your tummy. you never heard him this whiney before and it was so cute. he doesn’t wanna rush but he can’t help it but start to create a pace with his hips. you moaned once he leaned into you, whining in his low voice, “kiss me, please. kiss me, princess.”

he was so thick. you felt him everywhere, his thrusts were so sloppy against you. more sloppier than usual but he was so driven.

his mind raced and his heart heated ten times faster than it regularly does.

“come here, baby.” you playfully smiled, moving his long dancing hair strands from his face and he deeply kissed you with tongue. hearing you say ‘baby’ got him more turned on.

the candy, your taste, and just your smooth sweet voice alone was gonna be the death of him.

“okay, okay…” he pants, you wrap your arms around him as his body weight lightly lingers against your chest. he’s so sensitive, warm as he leans in to kiss you for a second time.

it’s more quick and steamy. your tongue collides against his and you taste the sweet tang of the intoxicated candy residing on his tongue. you moaned at his hips smacking against yours at such rhythm. geto lets off a soft whiney purr at the way you comb a hand through his hair.

his lips were connected to yours for what seemed like forever. his warmth radiates against your skin as his body rocks against you.

“so sweet,” he murmurs, breaking away for a brief moment, his cock taps against your most sensitive bits and you whine. geto’s gentle but can’t help but be a bit crazy with thrusts, his strokes that made you dizzy. “i-i need more,” he huffs out, kissing the side of your mouth, then your neck, then your chest.

geto’s still huffing and puffing as he’s inside of you—each stinging slap he creates with his hips, you run into him and he moans, raising your right leg up, the leg that was wrapped around his waist to lick a long stripe up it while keeping direct eye contact. “can’t get enough.. ‘n it’s all your damn fault, princess.”

NANAMI ☆ KENTO

“sweetheart..”

is all your boyfriend says. you’re bent over the counter, and he pauses, you slip off a moan as nanami’s pressed up against you. his voice sounds lower than usual, raspy and somewhat whiney..? he intakes a breath before lifting the fabric of your sundress up. “i don’t want you to..see me like this.”

“kento, baby,” you shyly smile, not even facing him. “i told you yesterday not to eat the candy. the side effects are um…strong.”

with one hand, nanami tugs on his tie back and forth, he’s hot. “i’m aware of that now,” he grunts and you let off a gasp, feeling his hard boner rub against your ass. he grabs onto your waist and starts to make you grind your ass against him and he swears underneath his breath.

“fuck me,” he mutters in frustration. “forgive me, s-sweetheart but i just…i really wanna take you right here over this counter. restrain your cute hands with my tie and..”

“what’s stopping you then?” you teased.

and that was all it took nanami couldn’t hold back anymore, the lust overtook him and it was too strong. your cloying fragrance alone had him so tipsy. you’re perfectly arched over the sleek shiny, granite kitchen counter. nanami’s ruthless with his hits against your core. “k-kento..”

you’d moan out, your own hands pinned against your back with the neatly tie restraining your wrists, not too tight but just enough. you’re just bent over with the most perfect arch.

he’s so warm as he sloppily thrusts against you, again and again. his tip brushes against between your folds and you whimper out from how good he’s hitting you from behind. he’s got an exquisite tempo of roughness but also very gentle.

nanami grunts with the way your ass kisses against him each time. he purposely grows quiet to hear the hard hits, yanking on your pretty sundress. “jus’ like that, baby,” he’d moan out, barely able to contain himself. “throw yourself back…against me, jus’ like that…goddamn, girl.”

you were hunched over, wrists still restrained with his striped tie, a good grip of you as you’re being pounded ruthlessly against the counter. he’s never felt this horny and aroused before, hot and cold describes his heat and he groans at the way you move against him.

his dick reached you in each crevice, each spot with such ease you’re whining. you covered his base with your slick, he gets so hard from the recoil the more he stares down. nanami eyes the way the pretty sundress you wore—the one he bought you for valentine’s day, was all wrinkled and lazily pulled up to your waist. “s-so good, kento. more..”

“good, want you to feel good,” he rasps, caressing your bare ass once more. once his fat tip reaches your g-spot with a single hit you choke out his name and it sounds so pretty. “arch that pretty back just a more for me, pretty.”

you do and he gives you a soft encouraging spank, just to hear you whimper out kentooo. it drives him crazy, you drive him crazy—he’s so obsessed with the way your ass jerks back against him.

one swift smack and you moan, he slides a tongue across his lip, grunting at the way the recoil just bounces against him. he’s so dizzy, holding on to your hips, a firm grip and making you move back and forth before he starts panting.

“a little more, sweet girl,” and you do, moaning once his hefty base smacks against your ass. he starts to get a bit whiney, despite his low pitched voice, he’s completely losing composure. “all the way down, bend for me….y-yeah,” he stutters, and you get shivers, feeling nanami teasingly run two fingers down your spine.

“fuck, you’re gonna milk me, honey. make a…damn mess out of me.” and you do—because not even moments later, nanami ends up spraying thin ropes of of his cum all over your pussy, painting it like a canvas. “got me all messy just for you, p-princess.”

FUSHIGURO ☆ TOJI

toji’s hungry ass genuinely doesn’t care. 

the moment he spots a pocket-sized, untouched velvet box of tasty sweets with cute neat handwritten of a sharply that wrote ‘DO NOT EAT ME!!” he pays no mind.

eating it, savoring the rich taste of caramel and cinnamon. he’d probably eat in front of you just to spite you.

yet, the last thing you’d expect would be to return home to a needy whiny toji. 

“hey…girl,” you hear from behind you. he sounds worn out, as if he’d run a marathon.

he greets you with an awkward hug, which is more so just him feeling on your ass, his boner poking against your leg and he intakes your sweet scent before grunting into your neck.

“i…i ate the fucking candy. and all of a sudden you smell sweeter than..than usual and, shit.” he sighs, feeling your soft lips kiss the side of his mouth, his scar. “look. i just..i need you, bad,” and he sounds embarrassed, not even presenting you eye contact. 

his eyes hide underneath his long uncut strands before he continues, picking you up while gripping down on your thighs. “but..maybe this’ll fuckin’ help..”

and by that…he means putting you in a simple mating press, toji’s stuffing you full of cock, he’s doing more moaning than you which is surprising.

his weight that lodges over your pussy just smacks against you each and everytime. he’s treating you like a rag doll basically. you’re just dumbly being stuffed full of inches, holding onto his beefy arms while he’s thrusting in and out, smack after smack it makes your ears ring.

“mhm yeah baby—girl,” he’d choke out, and you’re squeezing down on him so tight it makes his jaw clench. “so damn…hot, fuck i need more…gotta overflow this pussy s’good it’s drippin’ out.” and you whimper at him clamping down on you.

his thrusts became so nasty and sloppy, barely any rhythm. 

toji looks so pretty when he’s needy. deranged, but pretty. he’s sweating a bit, beads race down the sides of his forehead, toned muscles were tense, including his back muscles. yet he blinks twice again.

slowing his strokes just a bit before groaning. “f-fuck, nasty bitch y’er tryna milk m-me?” and he whines—a gasp wretching from his mouth before that’s when toji realizes. 

he came early.

toji stares at you, panting heavily, bottom lip quivering as he’s still got you in a mean mating press. your legs were just dumbly in the air, twitching and you moaned at feeling his cum trickle down your slit, oozing out of you.

“toji baby, did you just whine?” you teased, heaving yourself. and toji showcases a glare, bringing a swift spank towards your pussy and you moan. 

“say…say that shit again…” he murmurs, all out of breath. he sits up, still stuffed deep inside you, his thick sheeny triceps flexed as he had them pressed against the sides of you.

“say what?”

he’s so embarrassed—a sheepish expression washes over him, tips of his ears were fuming with hotness before he grumbles, pulling out just to avert his eyes towards your messy pussy. “fuckin’….call me…baby again...please.”

“call you baby, yeah?” you teased, and he glares, a cute scowl on his face

“…you heard me, whore.”

GOJO ☆ SATORU

“hey, you’re back,” he utters, hugging you from behind. he smells so good—peppering your neck with a variety of chaste kisses, he sounds a bit shaken up and he’s far more clingy than usual.

the minute you hug turn around to hug him, softly running a finger down his undercut he lets off a moan. “y-your touch. ‘s been so long since-”

“toru i was only gone for three hours,” you mumbled, and he stared at you.

his entire face was flushed, his usual fluffy and well was all in his face. messy, ruffled, and he was sweating just a bit.

“why-” then you pause, moving your eyes towards the night stand to see the empty wrappers of candy scattered everywhere. “you- did you eat those?”

“no,” he immediately says, with a swift head shake, before letting off an ashamed, “yes.. i couldn’t help it. i thought you were just joking about the um…horniness.. but baby, i-i need you on top of me.”

he was so desperate.

you decided to 'help' him, in his way he wanted you to ride him so the lust could wear off, hopefully.

gojo’s so loud, slouched back against the squashy pillows of the sofa.

his head goes back before gripping your waist, whining at the way your hips rollicked against him. “f-fuck me more, touch me more. kiss me..baby please, ‘m so hot, pussy’s making me burn up, fuck..”

“satoru,” you mumbled, bucking your hips against him and it makes you suck your teeth. he was so big, easily stretching you out, molding out your pussy with such grace.

“stop talking.” you moaned, rocking back and forth. his cock, the girth of it stretched inside of you and you bite down on your lip.

gojo’s hair nearly covers his eyes, and he’s panting and whining each second. the way you clamp and squeeze around him makes his head spin.

“m-make me, girl.” he pouts.

you rolled your eyes, leaning in to kiss him and gojo moans in your mouth. the slim tip of his tongue ran against yours and he was so sloppy, breathing out his nose. he squeezed your ass with his left hand before whimpering once he started to bottom out.

he pulls away, simultaneously grabbing one of your breasts to latch his lips onto your perky nipple, a sweet attempt to hide his moans but he was still loud.

“mph,” he muffled, blue eyes staring up at you as you rode him so good his eyes nearly starts to roll back and you moan from the stimulation. his orgasm came so hard that he’s almost seeing stars. he painted your insides white—so much came out, it’s like he’s been saving his old just for you, he couldn’t stop tottering while being beneath you.

that’s when he lets out a sharp breath—tapping you lightly with his bottom lip visibly poking out.

“can..can you praise me?” he pants, you slow down your rhythm and gojo’s pupils dilates a bit, he swallows before moaning once you lean in to kiss near his neck. “your voice gets me so..tingly.”

“you did so good, satoru,” you hummed, kissing his nose, then his neck, then his chin, he’s still buried inside and he can’t stop moaning from your touch.

you run a finger down his v-line and he whimpers, his eyes following your movement and he was indeed warm. “…good boy.”

“jus’ hearing you talk ‘s gonna make me cum again, baby.” he choked out.

his soft shaky moans go against your ear the minute you start to ride him again, a slow yet sensual pace and he’s about to lose his mind. “don’t s-stop fucking me please. ‘m your good boy. all yours...fuck.”

[retrosabers]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄’𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌.

logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: the scent of you is driving logan crazy.

contains: mild 18+ content. MINORS DNI. mentions of masturbation (m&f), a steamy little make out, and implications of future smut

word count: 1.8k

a/n: not me trying to capitalize off the hugh jackman renaissance and revive my dead blog…anyways, this is my first time writing for logan! hope you all enjoy <3

i feel like we don’t talk enough about logan’s enhanced sense of smell.

the man can catch a whiff of someone the second they walk into the room, even the building sometimes if their scent is strong enough. it’s especially heightened when he realizes he’s attracted to you. at first he thought maybe it was because you were always wearing perfume, the aroma lingering around the mansion wherever you traveled. but then it became such an intense, all encompassing sensation that he knew it was something deeper.

his suspicions are confirmed one night as he walks past your room. if the faint whimpers he heard weren't enough confirmation of your activities, then the scent that fills his nostrils seals the deal.

you’re touching yourself. and he can smell your arousal.

it makes something stir in his stomach. the animal-like urges he always tries so hard to keep at bay threaten to make their way to the surface the longer he stands frozen in the hallway. logan attempts to shake the heat that spreads across his skin as he makes his way back to his own room, but it only ends with him cumming hard into his hand an hour later.

the next day, when he catches you on your way out of charles’ office, you offer him the same kind, beaming smile you always did. then that damned smell fills his nostrils again and his fists curl at his sides once you’re out of eyesight.

there’s only one explanation for it.

you’re ovulating.

which means there’s no escaping his desires unless you stay out of reach.

so for his sake and yours, he decides to just avoid you completely until the week is over. he can’t risk caving to those urges and doing something stupid and irrational.

of course you’re completely oblivious to it. you think that he’s just being weird, going through another rut of being a standoffish loner like he was when he first arrived at the mansion. because after about a week, he’s back to being a bit friendlier, to being the logan you had grown to call a close friend.

then the cycle seems to repeat itself and you notice it’s just you he’s avoiding.

you try and wrack your brain to think of anything you could’ve done to warrant this kind of isolation. you hoped if something upset logan he would just talk to you about it instead of playing this childish game of hot and cold.

after a couple months, you decide you’ve had enough.

cornering him was a difficult task. but you were observant enough to know certain parts of his routine, including exactly when he would be lingering in the common areas after all the kids had gone to sleep. after two failed attempts of trying to catch him in the kitchen, you finally managed to find him alone and unsuspecting.

“why have you been avoiding me?” you blurt, wanting to cut right to the chase. you’re expecting him to flinch a little bit, perhaps even be stunned.

but he knew you were coming. logan knew it was only a matter of time before you noticed his schtick.

still, he decides to look for an excuse, any excuse, to cover up the real reason.

“m’not avoiding you” he grumbles halfheartedly around the rim of a beer bottle. taking an extra long swig, he finally turns to look at you; leaning against the doorway with your arms folded and a look akin to annoyance plastered across your pretty face.

you cock your head to the side, clearly unimpressed with his answer.

“a few days ago, i watched you back out of a room the minute you realized i was in it,” you start to list off, counting with your fingers. “last month you avoided the wing where the gym was altogether while i was going through a new training regimen.”

logan winces at the memory. the scent of your pheromones was intoxicating. so much so that he couldn’t step foot anywhere near the gym without feeling like he needed to rub one out.

“and the month before that,” you huff out a sad laugh, voice suddenly soft and quiet. “you didn’t even say goodbye before you went off on that mission with scott and jean.”

guilt overtakes him quickly at the pain in your tone.

you’ve never looked smaller as you pick at a loose thread on your sweatpants. “did i do something wrong?”

“no,” logan reassures, jumping out of his seat at record speed, though still trying to maintain some distance. “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“then what is it? you sigh exasperatedly, desperate to put an end to this nagging feeling that’s been eating away at you. “logan, you know if something’s bothering you, you can tell me.”

and he wants to. he so badly wants to, maybe even see if you’ll offer to help him out. but you’re you. the sweetest, kindest thing he’s ever known and he’ll be damned if he lets his curse of a mutation ruin whatever relationship the two of you have.

but then you’re inching closer and his skin starts buzzing again. his senses are consumed by you. by the way you look up at him with big, wide eyes, the softness of your skin as you reach to place a comforting hand on his forearm. it's all too much, and he finds himself pulling away from you with a grunt.

it hurts to see him retreat from you so aggressively. his jaw is clenched tight, his fists at his sides even tighter as the veins in his arms bulge bigger than you’ve ever seen before. he looks pained. like he’s fighting something internally.

“logan,” you approach him cautiously, unsure of what exactly to do. “what’s going on?”

his eyes squeeze shut at the sound of your voice. “just, please go back to your room.”

“i’m not leaving you like this.”

“m’not asking you,” he grits out, almost like a growl. “i’m telling you. go back to your room.”

now he was starting to piss you off. you narrow your eyes, leaning your hip against the counter.

“or what?”

suddenly he’s crowding your space, chest heaving up and down as he stares at you with pupils so wide his eyes are nearly black. logan’s voice is scarily level when he utters his final warning.

“or i’m gonna do something i regret.”

when you shift closer to him, his nose twitches with a sniff. the raise of your brow doesn’t go unnoticed, and he knows that you’re not leaving this room until you get to the bottom of what he’s been hiding.

that’s when something inside logan decides to throw caution to the wind, just for a minute.

“i can smell you.”

curiosity morphs into confusion at his admission. you shake your head.

“i don’t understand.”

then, the man’s gaze travels to the waistband of your pajama pants, the tension in his jaw growing more taught by the second. his hands flex at his sides, trying to keep him grounded and calm as he finally admits what’s been driving him mad.

“i can smell you.”

the emphasis on the last word takes a minute to register. logan watches as the gears turn behind your eyes, catches the exact moment of realization as your gaze softens and your lips part.

oh.

oh.

slowly things start to piece together. how logan’s behavior seemed to fall around the same time these past couple months. a few weeks before your cycle.

he wasn’t avoiding you because he was angry, or upset. he was avoiding you because you were fucking ovulating.

logan expects you to flee, to be completely weirded out and steer clear of him for the foreseeable future. what he’s not expecting, is the words that come out of your mouth.

“i can help you with that if you want.”

you say it with such nonchalance, such casualness that he wonders if you’re even really grasping what you’ve said.

the wolverine shakes his head. “trust me, you don’t want this.”

he doesn’t quite believe his own words as he watches you close the distance between your bodies. something you’ve been desperate to do for as long as you can remember.

the thin fabric of his tank top and the soft cotton of your t-shirt is the only thing standing between you both. your chests are mere centimeters from touching and logan can feel the heat radiating from your bodies as his confession hangs heavy in the air. then that fucking smell comes back tenfold and he groans.

“you don’t get to make that choice for me,” your voice is sickly sweet, dripping with desire as your fingers ghost over the waistband of his jeans. he feels like a horny teenager as he preens at the barely there contact.

logan breathes your name, a last stitch effort to get you to run, though he knows it’s futile. if there’s one thing he knows about you, it’s that you're stubborn. unmoving in your ways.

and that when you want something, you don’t stop until you get it.

your hand comes up to cradle the side of his face, a rather gentle touch he wasn’t anticipating. his eyes flutter shut as you swipe your thumb over the expanse of his cheekbone.

your words are barely above a whisper. “i trust you, logan. completely.”

that’s all he needs to hear before he throws any sense of self control out the window.

he surges forward and captures your lips in what is possibly the most heated kiss you’ve ever experienced. you nearly stumble over at the sheer force of it. logan’s large hands fly to your waist, yours to the back of his neck as his tongue prods for entrance into your mouth. it’s messy, almost primal as you let him ravish you like he’s been thinking about for weeks.

you moan and he swallows the sound greedily, desperate to hear it again, and again, and again. when his lips move to press against the column of your throat, you know this is going to escalate into exactly what you hoped it would.

“logan,” you breathe out as he focuses on your pulse point, his hands wandering further south to knead at the globes of your ass. “not here.”

“why not?” he mutters, all smirky and smug as he continues to press wet hot kisses against your neck.

“because i would prefer if you didn’t fuck me where our friends eat.”

he laughs, a deep vibration felt against your chest as you absentmindedly grind your core against his. it makes him bring his mouth back up to yours, stealing one final kiss before he pulls away.

looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. and by god you might just let him.

pressing a playful smack against your backside, he gently nudges you in the direction of the corridor.

“lead the way sugar.”

thanks for reading! <3

[chosolala]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ jjk characters in relationships

here’s just some cute little headcannons on how i think the jujutsu kaisen guys would treat you when they’re in a relationship with u :]

characters: yuji, megumi, yuta, inumaki

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yuji itadori

he is constantly trying to show off and impress you every chance he gets

probably lifts his shirt a lot because ‘he gets hot’ but really just wants to show off his abs

his hands always somehow find their way to your butt

he wants to be with you 24/7

he loves studying with you because he knows you guys are gonna do everything but study, he always brings snacks for you guys

laughing with you 24/7

always bragging and showing you off to todo

he secretly wants your approval over everything he does, you mean the most to him

your parents, siblings, dogs, grandparents everyone loves him, he’s the biggest sweetheart

super clingy, take that as you will

whenever you guys both have free time he takes you out to grab fast food

he loves blowing you kisses it’s so cute

he makes those capcut tiktok edits of you and sends them to you

he is answering your texts right away, even if he’s on a mission he’ll be texting you with one hand and fighting with the other

you #1 meat rider, he takes your side on everything even if he knows you’re wrong you guys are sinking together

megumi fushiguro

unintentionally apart of the sassy man apocalypse

even though you guys are dating he gets super flustered and nervous around you

like he’s scared to be too flirty or do anything too risky incase he scares you away

it takes a lot for you to crack that hard shell of his and get him to express any emotion

when he’s angry or upset after missions he doesn’t talk to you at all and just goes mute or hides away in his room for a while

secretly tries to impress you (like subtly)

he’s pretty shy about relationship stuff at first, he fumbles over his words and blushes a lot when he’s trying to be romantic at first

if someone is less that polite to you he will literally send them home with their tail between their legs

very protective over you

is secretly scared that you’ll leave him for someone better than him since he isn’t the best with communication in general and has a hard time expressing his feelings

constantly trying to make you love him more with small acts of service everyday or even just straight up buying you stuff

doesn’t really like physical touch that much but he tries his best for you, he’s like really stiff when you try and cuddle him

yuta okkotsu

his camera roll is just pictures of you

he is head cutie patootie

sometimes when you both can’t sleep you have like the craziest deepest convos ever and he’ll just drop the darkest lore on you

if you aren’t a sorcerer he tries to keep you as far away from that as possible

compliments you all the time even if you’re just waking up

he gives the warmest hugs ever and he always smells so good

he isn’t too touchy but he loves walking with his arm around your waist or shoulder

kisses you on the head/forehead all the time

you guys have movie nights all the time, he always sets it up so cute for you guys with drinks and snacks and blankets for you

he wouldn’t get jealous but sometimes he overthinks

he loves when you praise him,

hes always blushing with you, you make him nervous but in a cute way

he loves telling you about small things in his life, like he gets so excited to tell you about his funny dream or about the cute stray dog he followed to the city

he loves doing your favorite activities with you

he loves sitting between ur thighs and letting you play w his hair

toge inumaki

he’s the biggest troll, like he’s always messing around with u

he’s fairly touchy in public, he usually always has his arm around you

he doesn’t really get jealous but he gives death stares when guys flirt w you in public

he got you hooked onto all his favorite video games and you guys play online together

that boy keeps you FED. bringing you snacks and food 24/7

he loves packing lunches for you

you and him are married on his tomadachi life island

he always has funny comebacks and replies when you text

he likes carrying you around on his back, piggy back rides

he’s lowkey a freak, he’s always texting u something crazy just out of the blue

he bought you guys matching necklaces

he’s always pampering you, he loves to take care of you

he loves holding your hand, if you guys fall asleep together your fingers are always intertwined