#idk but he loves to place his hand there (or right below your jaw) and pull you in

[httpiastri]

OHHH THE PEPE BOARD 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 pepe is definitely, and i mean 100%, the type to smile into kisses…. i feel so KDHFJFJFJ just thinking ab it

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!!!! that pic of the guy smiling into the kiss was SO pepe!!!!!!!!!! i nearly teared up a little bcs it was just too perfect :'(

also just gonna include some more kisses!pepe pics bcs i can…..

[bratkook]

two point five. part three (m) jjk.

part one. part two. pairing. handyman!jungkook x reader genre. smut, pwp, fluff!! word count. 5.9k warnings. they’re in luvvv its sick, jungkook still loves to tease, pussy job, finger sucking, its just sweet and dirty idk summary. jungkook finally fixes your pipes, sure he gets distracted while doing it, but what else could you expect when you’re sitting on top of him looking like that. note. thank u guys for loving them & for being patient for more! they make my heart happy so i had to continue writing for them. i hope u enjoy the filth and brief jimin interaction hehe

“Isn’t it cute?” The excitement in your voice makes Jungkook smile as he stares at you, nose scrunched up in endearment when you pull out the shiny brass object from the box you had just ripped open. 

“Super cute, baby. What is it?” Jungkook honestly hadn’t seen it too well, but anything you liked was cute to him so he obviously agreed. He was currently leaning against your dining chair, hands resting along the back of it as he hunched over to examine the plastic wrapped thing. It’s not until you peel it back that he knows exactly what it is, giving you another smile when he looks up to meet your gaze. 

“A new faucet! I figured since you still need to fix my leaky pipes you could just…install this for me too?” Your voice is hopeful, almost as if you think there’s a chance he’d say no. 

“I’ve been trying to fix it for weeks and you keep telling me no.” His eyes are playfully narrowed at you. 

“I know, but that’s because this was back ordered. But it’s here now, so can you? Please.”

He sighs, looking away from you as he pretends to contemplate it, giggling when you whine and round the table to grip his shoulders. Even as you wrap your arms around him and beg, he continues to hum in thought, not caving until you’re leaning up and gingerly kissing his jaw and finally his lips. 

“Mm, you know just how to convince me huh?” he mumbles against your lips, feeling you smile as he kisses you back. 

“Kisses are your weakness?” You giggle when he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. 

“No, just you.” His smile is cheeky as he admits this, giving you another squeeze before you’re pulling back with a cute laugh. 

Jungkook had taken it upon himself to just keep a tool box at your place, leaving it in your coat closet for emergencies. He had gone ahead and told you what every tool in there did, not like it meant anything to you, knowing you wouldn’t be reaching in there after how horrible your attempt at mounting your television had gone. 

This was Jungkook’s emergency tool box, not yours. So, after a quick trip to his truck parked down below, grabbing a few things he knew he’d need, he’s grabbing his toolbox out of your closet and getting right to work. You typically let him work on his own now, busying yourself with cleaning up your apartment, hanging up the newest photostrip you both took last night at your favorite bar and admiring it on the fridge with a smile. But once your to-do list runs out you can’t help it when your feet lead you to your bathroom, slowly pushing open the door as you lean on the frame and observe your boyfriend. 

He had managed to remove the old faucet, cleaning up the caulking and any weird water spots before replacing it with the cute brass swan faucet you had scored. He is crouched on his knees now, trying his best to fit under the small cabinet to properly screw everything in, cursing slightly under his breath when he lifts his head and bangs it on the wood. 

“I think you’re too big to fit under there babe,” you giggle, enjoying the pointed look he gives you as he straightens himself back out. “What if you try doing it from under?”

His brows pinch on his forehead as he looks at your floor, checking the spacing between the sink and the wall across from it, deeming it wide enough for him to lay on his back to get a better point of view. As long as he kept his knees slightly bent he could definitely fit, he’ll just have to keep his light on his chest to be able to see, unless, “Can you do me a favor, baby?”

Your face lights up at the question, nodding in confirmation instantly, already stepping into the bathroom for whatever he might need. 

“Hold the light for me? I need both my hands to finish this off.” You could definitely do that. That’s literally the only way you knew how to help. So without another thought you’re grabbing the flashlight for him and squatting beside his body, angling the light to where you think he might need it. 

Jungkook chuckles lightly under his breath when the beam of light hits the wrong spot, his large hand coming out to grip yours and angle it a little better, making you partially lean over him. 

“Jungkook, I can’t keep this position for too long,” you laugh out, your knees already burning from the weird angle. He peers out and laughs too, well attempting to before it slowly dies in his throat when you get the grand idea of swinging your leg over his body and straddling his hips. It’s clear your thoughts are pure as you smile at how much easier it is this way, but Jungkook was a weak weak man, and the pretty flowy dress you were wearing made it so he could feel you directly on top of him, only the thin fabric of your underwear and his sweats separating you two. 

“Better right?” you wonder, ever so softly putting more pressure on him as you settle, your free hand gently resting on his stomach, thumb mindlessly rubbing along the thin sliver of skin exposed as his shirt rode up. When he simply stares at you, absolutely dazed, you tilt your head and give him a pout that makes him want to sit up and capture your lips in a kiss. Luckily, he snaps out of it, thankfully saving his poor forehead from receiving another awful slam against the cabinet. 

“Much better,” he forces out, letting his head fall back to resume his work. His eyes are focused on tightening the screws holding the new faucet in place, but then you’re adjusting your position and his eyes can’t help but look back down at you. He knows you’re not being intentional, but the pressure of you resting on his slowly hardening cock was going to be the death of him. Jungkook really didn’t have anyone to blame but himself, getting riled up so easily thanks to the horny lovesick cocktail he always had fogging up his brain around you. 

“Baby,” he groans out, squeezing his eyes shut as he leans back and lets his palm fall over his face. “You gotta stop moving.”

“I’m sorry. Am I not pointing the light where you need it?” Your brows are furrowed on your forehead, pure confusion clouding your features as Jungkook gives you another glance. He has a very familiar look on his face, a look reserved for when he was inches away from you before pouncing on you and turning you into an absolute mess. 

That’s when you notice it, the firmness pressed up against your core as you slowly settle back. Your eyes widen briefly, fighting back a sly smile from spreading onto your lips when you realize just how easily affected he is by you. 

Maybe it's cruel to relish in it, the mischief already brewing in your mind as you give an experimental roll of your hips. Jungkook groans instantly, brows pinching on his forehead as he glances down at where you connect, words dying on his tongue when you roll forward again before he has a chance to utter anything out. 

“Focus on what you’re doing,” you murmur, head tilted slightly as you smile down at him. Jungkook refuses to look away, his brain fighting him on what to do. He knew he could easily turn this around, scoop you up and fuck you right on this bathroom floor. But why was this so hot to him?

All of his thoughts turn into mush when you reach forward, fingers cupping his cheeks as you forcefully turn his head to look at the faucet again. His cock twitches beneath you as you speak once more. “Focus, baby.”

Oh yeah, he’s whipped. 

You hum in content when he does just that, hands a little shaky as he resumes his work and attempts to act unaffected. The act only works for a brief moment, his hands faltering when he feels you shift around, your fingers dipping into the waistband of his sweats before you tug them down. Jungkook’s breath shudders as he shuts his eyes and just waits, knowing he couldn’t look down at you because the temptation would be too much. 

A small gasp hits the air when you see he’s bare underneath his sweats, his cock already hard and leaking. Jungkook hisses when your hand wraps around him, giving him a gentle tug and swiping your thumb along the tip. He only caves and looks down again when he feels the way you press his length against his stomach, curiosity getting the best of him, allowing him the sight of you tugging your panties to the side before you’re settling back onto him. 

“Fuck,” he groans out, seeing your pussy lips spread around him as you rock along his length, tip of his cock nudging against your clit perfectly. The view only lasts a minute before you’re letting your dress float back down around you, the playful look in your eyes telling him he needed to focus on his job. 

Jungkook knows he’s good at his job, and he’s proud of it, knowing he always does his best to do everything perfectly. But he usually doesn’t have the prettiest girl he’s ever known on top of him, hell bent on making him cum as he works. So he admits he might not be doing the absolute best job he can, going through the steps as fast as possible, trying his best to focus on something other than how fucking amazing he feels. 

Your hand trembles a bit as you continue to hold the light for him, small little moans of pleasure filling up the room as you continue to roll your hips, your other hand resting firmly on his chest to hold you steady. 

“I can feel you making a mess,” you giggle, knowing there would be a puddle of precum on his tummy, smearing along your folds with each rock forward.  

Jungkook just grunts in response, jaw clenched tightly as he finishes up tightening the last screw. With one final check, he’s smiling underneath the sink, allowing his tools to clang beside him as he grips your hips with both palms, enjoying the way you gasp in surprise. 

“My turn,” he breathes out, tongue prodding along his cheek as he effortlessly shimmies out of his position. Your eyes are wide as you take in the look on his face, feeling your chest fluttering in excitement as he easily sits up, scooping an arm around you as he stands up straight. 

“That was fast,” you breathe out, the slight tingling of nerves crawling up your spine, knowing Jungkook didn’t love being teased like that—not without knowing he’d get a chance to pounce back at least. 

“I had some helpful motivation,” he mumbles, turning you around and settling behind you. His nose nudges along your head as he bends forward, soft breath felt against your ear as his hands slide up your thighs beneath your dress. Your skin tingles as his fingers dance along the edge of your wet panties, teasingly tugging at them as he presses his hardened length against your ass. 

“Jungkook, we’re meeting up with your friends in a little bit,” you breathe out, voice trembling slightly as your hands fumble against the sink. 

“I know, but you started it.” He smiles now, his eyes looking forward to meet your gaze in the mirror above your sink, brow cocked up. “Do you want me to finish it?”

He can see the way your face is lit up, lower lip held captive by your teeth as you gently bite down, eyes already glossed over as you mindlessly nod. Of course you want him to finish what you started. 

“I need words, pretty girl,” he murmurs, both palms continuing to glide along your skin, enjoying the slight tremble he feels, how your body reacts to him instantly. His smile is teasing, lip curling up as he breathes out a laugh when you can only shudder as you try to get your brain to cooperate. 

“Please. I want you to fuck me.” Your voice is low, raspy around each syllable, already on your way to being ruined before he has a chance to do anything. Perfect. 

“Oh, I get a please? So polite,” he jests, peppering a kiss to your temple as his hands finally hook into your underwear and yank them down. When they pool around your feet you kick them out of the way, instinctually spreading your legs and pressing your ass further into him. Jungkook hums in content, his gaze falling down as he flips up the bottom of your dress, seeing the soft skin of your ass pressing against his length. 

He guides his length between your thighs once more, resting perfectly against your sodden folds as he shallowly ruts forward. You moan softly as the tip of his cock nudges your clit, aching for his touch. 

“I’ll always do whatever you want.” You know this is a promise from him, having experienced how true to his word he is during the last few months. All you can do is grip onto the counter to prepare yourself when you feel him start to move back. Your gaze is locked onto his reflection, seeing the way he bites onto his lip when he grabs your ass, gripping onto the flesh for his own satisfaction before delivering a swift slap, smiling at the small mewl you release. 

You watch with bated breath as he grips the base of his cock, feeling the tip of it pressing into your soaked entrance, teasingly circling around it just to see the way your walls beg for him. He loved it too much, thoughts getting hazier with each small moan that escapes you. The bulbous head of his cock slowly inches forward, your pussy tightening around his tip and making him moan under his breath before pulling out entirely. It was the same motion he loved to do, teasing himself and getting a kick out of the delayed pleasure. 

“Jungkook,” you whine out, giving him a pout when he looks up at your reflection. He mumbles out an apology that he clearly doesn’t mean judging by the smile on his face, but the way he finally sinks into you makes up for it. The satisfying stretch that follows is something that will never get old, and the small gasp he lets out when he bottoms out lets you know he feels the same. 

Jungkook can only shut his eyes as he lets the feeling wash over him, his palms gripping your hips tightly when he feels your walls pulse around his length. He could live and die buried inside of you, always wanting to hear the soft moans of his name and the small whimper you release when he pulls his hips back and thrusts forward. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans out, eyes fluttering open to stare at the way your arousal coats his cock, shiny essence glimmering in the bathroom light. His mouth drops open in awe, stomach tensing up at the sight, hands gripping you harder when he sees the way you arch your back for more. 

“You were fucking made for me.”

His words make your body warm up, spoken so sweetly in such a lewd context, only intensifying when he speeds up the thrust of his hips, bending forward to kiss the exposed skin of your shoulder. 

“Tell me,” he breathes out, slight begging dripping from his tone, always so desperate to hear how much you wanted him. His hand comes up to grip your face, fingers cupping your jaw to turn you to look at him. The look on his face makes more arousal gush out of you, seeing the pinch between his brows, eyes swimming with desire as they float between your eyes and your lips. 

“I was—fuck—“ you keen at a particular thrust, eyes rolling back momentarily. “I was made for you. Only you.”

“Mm, good girl,” he sighs, connecting your lips in a messy kiss. You moan against his lips when he snaps his hips forward, just hard enough to have you seeing stars behind your closed lids. His fingers rub your cheeks, gently coaxing your mouth open as he flicks his tongue along the seam of your lips, groaning in approval when you allow him entrance. 

Your arm reaches back to grip his face, needing to touch him, to let your fingers slip into his hair and yank as your tongues flick against each other. Jungkook groans unabashedly when you gently suck his tongue, heavy eyes opening up to stare at you when you pull away briefly. 

“We gotta be quick.” It’s spoken mainly to himself, a reminder that he couldn’t take his sweet time with you today, knowing there was a ticking clock telling you both to hurry up. He’s tempted to say fuck it, to blow off the plans with his friends and ravish you the way he always wanted to. But he knows how much you were looking forward to it so he sucks it up, deciding he’ll just have to make up for it tonight.

“Yeah, quick. Quick is fine,” you shudder, eyes focused on the way his lips shine, slightly swollen from your kissing. His tongue swipes at his piercing as he smiles when he notices your dazed stare, giving you another kiss to satisfy you before turning your head back to stare at your reflection once more. 

“Don’t worry baby. I’ll still take care of you.” His head presses against yours, staring directly into the mirror. “Want you to be good and watch yourself for me though. Can you do that?”

His hips have yet to slow their rhythm, the wet smack of your skin connecting still filling up the bathroom. It makes you feel dizzy, too transfixed on it and the way he just looks at you. His smile is as sweet as can be, his fingers coming to your lips, humming in content when you open your mouth to allow them in, coating them in your spit just the way he liked it before pulling them out. 

“Yeah, I can do that.” He mumbles out more praise against your head, whispering it into your ear, each raspy syllable turning you into a puddle against him. Your eyes are glued to your reflection, seeing the way he kisses down the side of your neck, sucking on your skin until he’s satisfied with the mark he leaves. His trail isn’t complete until he’s yanking down the top of your dress, watching in fascination as your tits spilled out. A choked moan fills the air when he pinches a sensitive bud, spit covered fingers rolling along it, smiling when you jut your chest out further for more. 

“You said quick, Jungkook,” you pant out, having an internal battle just like he was. It was easy for him to get side tracked though, enjoying the teasing, taking it slow until you were crying for it, bringing you right to the edge just for you to stay there until he thought it was time. You can see his mind floating now as he grabs your boob, admiring the way it fills up his palm, his hips slowing down ever so slightly to really enjoy the way you clench around him with each yank of your nipple. 

“Sorry baby.” He’s back now, eyes sharpening up as he looks at you again. You can see something brewing in his mind and it fills you with the tingle of nerves, not knowing what he could be thinking. “I’ll be quick.”

Before you have time to think, his hand slides down to scoop around your thigh, hauling up one of your legs, fucking you deeper and laughing when you squeal at the feeling. Your mouth is dropped open as you try to take it all in, hands gripping the counter until your knuckles pale, the curve of his cock hitting just right inside of you. 

“Oh fuck, feels so good—you always feel so good.” Your mindless babbles have pride filling his chest, seeing the debauched look on your face reflected back on the mirror. Everything feels hot, the thick air clinging to your skin, leaving you gasping out as he fucks you harder. It has you desperate, leaning back against him, one hand reaching behind you to hold him close despite the position. 

“Yeah? You like the way my cock fills you up, pretty girl?” Jungkook huffs out a breath when you tighten around him in response, his arm situating your thigh until your knee catches on the counter. “Keep that there for me baby.”

You can only nod in response, doing your best to do as he asks despite the rocking of his hips. His hand settles onto the countertop on top of yours, interlocking your fingers together as he speeds up. A mewl reaches his ears when his free palm slides up your supported thigh, under your little dress and meets your clit, soaked in your arousal as he rubs tight circles into it. 

“Oh fuck, just like that,” you gasp out, your hand clinging onto his bicep, digging tiny half moons into his skin. The muscle in your thigh is starting to ache from the position but the overwhelming pleasure you feel is enough for you to ebb it away. 

You can feel the way his arm flexes as he rubs deft circles onto your swollen clit, his harsh breathing hitting your hair, and when you meet his gaze in the mirror it makes your stomach flip. 

“You’re so wet,” he groans out, his fingers glide with ease, applying more pressure so they don’t slip around, sending sparks up your spine. “Always so messy for me. Do you really like me that much?” He teases you, trying to act calm and unaffected but you can see the clenching in his jaw, can feel the way his hips stutter slightly as his orgasm creeps up on him. 

Jungkook moans out your name when your walls tighten around him, body desperately trying to keep him in as your own high approaches. “I can’t help it, you know I love you.” You sigh it out so beautifully it makes his heart skip a beat. You had both said it before but Jungkook would never get tired of hearing it, would never get tired of saying it back to you, not ashamed to admit that a simple four letter word was enough to nearly send him over the edge. 

“I love you more,” he groans out, snapping his hips fluidly, feeling the way you start to tense in his hold as all of it begins to overwhelm you. His eyes are locked onto you, the way your chest hiccups as you gasp out in pleasure, the purple splotch on your neck that he was so proud of, your kiss swollen lips dropped open perfectly, eyes glossed over in ecstasy. You were close, the grip you have on his arm tightening, digging into the dark ink on his skin. 

“I gotta feel you cum baby,” he begs, not wanting to cum before you did, already feeling it too close to hold it off any further. His cock throbs inside of you, each torturous glide of his hips making his eyes fall shut, finger continuing to flick along your clit. You’re nodding against him, head falling back, moans getting breathier until your orgasm finally washes over you. 

“Fuck fuck, oh my god,” you whine out, brows pinching together as you squeeze your eyes shut, bright white flashes behind your lids as the feeling spreads through your limbs. Jungkook groans as he fucks you through it, your walls milking his cock, feeling you gush around his length until it trickles down your legs. 

It’s an absolute mess between your thighs and Jungkook just wants to add to it. His hand finally retreats from your clit when you start to whimper at the overstimulation, his lips peppering kisses onto your shoulder as he lowers your thigh, being as gentle as he could be while pushing you forward. You’re pliant in his grasp, allowing him to bend you over, supporting yourself on the sink while he repositions you enough to be comfortable. 

“C’mon Kookie, want you to make me messier,” you coo out, voice sounding dreamy as the afterglow hits you. He can see the soft smile on your lips as you turn your head to look back at him, fully enjoying the sight of your boyfriend falling apart. 

“Don’t worry baby, I will.” Both hands grip your hips now, his hips snapping forward with enough force to turn your mind into mush. His eyes fall on the way your ass bounces with each thrust, the smack of your skin sounding like music to his ears. He curses under his breath as the familiar feeling starts to spread, hips losing their grace as he gets desperate, surging forward to get as deep as he could before he finally cums too. A guttural moan of your name fills the room as he shoots into you, painting your walls and making you hum in content at the warmth. 

Jungkook fucks into you a few more times, savoring the feeling as he comes down from the high, bending forward to kiss and soothe your skin. His hands glide up your body, gentle touches making goosebumps flare up on your arms. A smile spreads on your face when he interlocks your fingers, gently tugging you back up and wrapping his arms around you. 

He looks like a giddy child in the reflection, face smushed against your head, eyes shut with the biggest smile on his lips. You take this moment in just like you do every other moment with him, shutting your eyes and smiling as you let him hold you, storing the memory in your mind in a space made just for him. 

Jungkook gives your temple another kiss before slowly pulling out of you, the two of you groaning at the feeling. You wince when you feel the globs of cum already leaking out of you, but before you can move he’s already reaching to the side, grabbing a handful of toilet paper to clean up the mess he made before letting your dress fall back down. 

You spin around now, finally seeing him face to face, wrapping your arms around his neck, the sweetest smile on your lips. His hands smooth down the fabric of your dress, fingers fiddling with the material. 

“This dress is really pretty by the way. Makes you look like an angel.” He makes it easy to swoon over him, your heart warming in your chest as you take in his casual compliment. 

“Thank you baby.” You pucker your lips as you lean up and he wastes no time kissing you back.

“I ruined your lip gloss,” Jungkook murmurs against your lips, pulling back to stare at your bare lips, no longer shiny with your favorite coconut scented gloss. The pink gloss was long gone, no evidence left on his own lips either. 

“Yeah, you always do.” You give him another kiss before looking at yourself in the mirror and groaning while your fingers attempt to fix your mess of hair. “Jungkook, we’re supposed to meet your friends in half an hour.”

Jungkook laughs as his hand comes up to gently prod at the small hickey he had mindlessly sucked into your neck. It was a teenage habit he would be taking to his grave. “Oh shit, well you better cover that up or they’re gonna make it the topic of conversation for the night.”

You glare at him through the mirror. This would be the first time you’d be meeting his friends, and if they were really the way he described them to be then you know that Taehyung and Jimin would definitely point your hickey out. The tingle of anxiety starts pooling in your stomach as you make a move to exit the bathroom, needing to fix yourself up as quickly as possible. As you walk you realize you’re still naked from the waist down, only the thin fabric of your dress keeping you decent. 

“Oh god. I need my underwear too, I can’t embarrass myself with a hickey and going commando.”

Jungkook beats you to it, bending over to pick up your ruined panties off the floor, looking cocky as he lets them dangle off his finger like a prize. “These are mine.” 

Your cheeks burn as you watch with wide eyes, seeing him bring the material close to his face before he’s tucking them into the pocket of his pants. He looks so proud as he pats them, acting like it was nothing as he turns around to open the bathroom door. It’s not like he gets far though, your hand grabbing his arm and yanking him back with a force he had never experienced.

“Jungkook, you freak! You can’t take those with you.” His eyes are huge as he stares at you, slightly impressed at your determined strength and entirely amused at how scandalized you look.

“Says who?” he guffaws, keeping you at arms length when you try to reach for them. 

“Says me! I’ll tell your friends you’re a panty thief.”

“Please,” he laughs, loud. “They already know! Already roasted me about it a few weeks back.”

“Wait, is this something you do?”

His face falls briefly, realizing he had just confessed to stealing your underwear. “What?”

That makes you laugh now, no longer trying to reach for your panties, letting your head come to rest against his chest as you giggle. This all made sense now, the realization that a few pairs of your underwear had mysteriously gone missing. You had blamed it on your washing machine eating them, had even asked Jungkook to check it or call someone to repair it before the entirety of your underwear drawer went missing. 

Of course it was him.  

“You’re so dirty!”

Jungkook reassures you that you look great for the millionth time in the span of twenty minutes, a smile still on his face as you ask him, “Are you sure?”

“Yes baby. Your lipgloss looks perfect and you can’t even tell that I went to town on your neck.” He laughs when you gently swat his stomach, holding the door open for you as you step into the brewery. Jungkook had said it was his group's favorite place to hang out in, a huge space with games and activities for everyone to enjoy, a wide selection of beers and even a few cocktails that he knew you would prefer. He leads the way with his hand in yours, knowing exactly where they would be. 

When you approach a corner near the dart wall you spot a group of boys, all standing up with dorky smiles on their faces as they clap obnoxiously loud. 

“Oh my god, what are you guys doing?” Jungkook questions, laughing as he gets closer. None of them pay him any attention though, looking right at you as they continue to clap. 

“Wow,” a boy with pale blonde hair sighs out, being the first to stop clapping as the rest slowly follow suit. “It’s an absolute pleasure to meet the woman who has turned Jungkookie into an absolute fucking simp.”

That makes you laugh now, hand covering up your mouth as you see them all nod along. Jungkook doesn’t even respond, tonguing his cheek as he tries to hide his smile when he steps away from you to allow you to have your moment.

“Really, it’s honest work but I’m happy to do it. You must be Jimin?”

He gasps, smile growing wider on his face as he looks at Jungkook, finally acknowledging him. “Do you talk about me?”

“Yeah, about how fucking annoying you are,” Jungkook scoffs, playfully rolling his eyes as he takes a seat at the edge of the bench, scooting down enough for you to settle in next to him. 

Your earlier nerves calm a bit as everyone starts to talk, introducing themselves before it flows into easy conversation. Once the drinks start making their rounds you find yourself joining in, laughing along to old stories they reminisce on, playfully teasing one another in a brotherly way that shows you how deep their friendship actually was. 

“Oh no, we need to tell you about that time Jungkook got so high off a pot brownie that he cried at ColorMeMine.” Taehyung can barely say the sentence before he’s cackling as he recalls it, smile wide as can be while he throws his head back. 

“No you absolutely fucking don’t!”

“C’mon, we basically already told her! She just needs all the juicy details.” Yoongi adds on to it, a smug smile on his face as he holds up his beer to take a long sip. 

“What, the juicy details of them threatening to kick me out?” Jungkook groans, covering his face in embarrassment. It wasn’t his fault, he hadn’t properly read the strength of it and before he knew it he was staring at his half painted plate wondering how the hell he got so high and why the fuck everyone else was so calm about it. 

“Well…that, and the video I took of it all,” Jimin whispers out, biting down on his lip as he starts to unlock his phone and scroll through his photo gallery. 

That makes Jungkook’s head snap up, wide eyes giving Jimin a look that you know was meant to be threatening but the other boy finds it funny, giggling as he turns to look at you. 

“I’ll send it to you later. Keep it for emergencies.”

Jungkook’s mouth drops open in betrayal, eyes floating over to you and seeing the way you smile and nod. “Emergencies?”

“Jungkook, don’t worry about it!” You cackle as you gently cup his cheek, feeling it bulge out as he smiles back, enjoying the way you were getting along with his friends—even if it was at his expense. He didn’t care really, he’d dish out all of his embarrassing stories if it made you laugh as hard as it did today. 

“Am I gonna regret introducing you to each other?” he mumbles out, playfully glaring at his friend. 

You look over at Jimin too, the same thoughts brewing in your minds as you laugh together. You could only imagine all the ways you and him would gang up on your boyfriend, pushing his buttons in that way he swore he didn’t like while secretly enjoying it. 

“Oh, definitely.”

Jungkook can only groan, trying so hard to pretend like this was detrimental, as if the idea of two of his favorite people getting along was the end of the world. But as he stares at you giggling while you watch that god forsaken video, his heart swells, thankful Jimin had given him the pep talk he needed to confess and even more grateful you had decided to hire him off the sketchiest app ever made.

[suguruplsr]

you’re such a slut for him!

✰ ✰ ✰ stupid sluts like you take cock so well

જ⁀➴ ik i said i’d write for satoru but suguru looked so cute in 236! unlike y’all topless gojover !! dw i love him tho <3

,, suguru x satoru’s sister reader! , brief smoking , degradation, choking , breath play , nipple play , pussy eating , squirting , dumbification , praising ? , edging ? , idk , drabble.

"well i think you're pretty cute." Suguru shrugged nonchalantly, blowing out the smoke from his blunt into the air before taking a sip of his water. then finally putting out the final blunt you two were sharing, his words make a wry smile form on your face, "you sure? people usually think satoru’s the cute one between the two of us." you set aside your phone, meeting his dark eyes.

"then they're missing out" he hums, spreading his arms across the low headboard of his bed. his build was so muscular, you could tell how defined it was compared to when he wore his usual baggy clothes. you shamelessly eye his shirtless chest, "missing out on what?" he looked so.. inviting. the low pants he wore doing no help in hiding the obvious v-line stretching from below his chest.

"missing out a pretty girl like you." Suguru cocks a lazy grin, his bang falling beside his face as he tilts his head. you move over, practically slumping into his chest as he wraps his arms around you. "do you plan on missing out then?" you smirk, laying down his thigh and looking up at him. the view was nice too, him looking down at you, his hair untied and messy.

one of his hands reached out, holding your jaw in place, his fingers wrapping behind your neck as he leaned down, whispering, "no, not really." his large hand pulls your head up to meet his lips. you could taste the residue of his blunt, he really loved those flavored wraps. but his lips were so soft, pulling you in before he eventually pulled away, his chapped lips stained with your sticky lip-gloss, a feeling of pride swelling in you at the sight.

"Suguru, i want more." you sit up, noticing the hesitation in his eyes after you two pulled apart. "you sure?" Suguru sighs, letting you crawl into his hold, his arms wrapping around your body. "so sure. been dreamin' about this for a while" a pout tugs your lips, tangling your hands in his hair as he gently pinned you down on the bed and spreads your legs around his waist.

“yea baby? wanna tell me what’s been in that ditzy little head of yours?” Suguru chuckles, leaning down to leave kisses down your neck. ”no. s’too embarrassing..” a broken gasp leaves your lips when he lifts up your, well his, shirt and latches his mouth on one of your nipples. “that’s too bad. well i’m sure i’ll know if im doing anything right. just like this.” his voice drops an octave as he rolls the other bud between his fingers, his knee teasingly grinding between your legs.

maybe it was a good thing you didn’t wear any pants while in the comfort of his home, the friction of his knee rubbing against your flimsy panties felt so good on your throbbing pussy. “mhm, yea, just like that sugu. can you make me cum on your cock please? wan’ you so bad” the stimulation had you whining shamelessly, scratching at the nape of his neck.

Suguru groans, wasting no time and leaning back to roll down your panties, “and here i thought i could take my time with my sweet girl. only for her to be such a needy slut.” his condescending hum made a meek whimper escape your lips. he immediately goes down and inspects your soaping cunny, so wet and ready for him. “dirty fuckin’ girl” he whispers, then licking fat stripes along your cunt that had your legs squeezing around his head.

“f-feels sooo good Suguru!” you buck into his face, chasing the high of your orgasm that had you on edge from the rolls of his tongue in your folds. “i bet it does.” he chuckles, leaving a parting kiss on your wet folds before sitting up, “wait— don’t—“ “but you only wanted my cock right? so don’t complain princess, you’re getting what you asked for.” Suguru’s lips curl into a smirk that had your pussy wet as he undressed.

you bite your lip, submitting to his words and gazing at his thick cock that slicked with pre cum, “face down, ass up. gotta fuck you like a whore if you wanna cum like one.” Suguru laughs, massaging into your thighs as he helps you turn over, “don’t be so mean su..” you murmur, gripping the sheets when he gives a harsh slap on your ass.

“i’m mean? you made me miss out on eating that sweet pussy. bein’ such a cock hungry slut.” he tsk’s, rubbing his tip around your hole that almost sucked him in from how soaked it was. “but i jus—“ he cuts you off with a swift thrust that has your eyes rolling back. “aht, just shut up and take this cock like a good girl. you can do that right? you’re not that stupid, right?” he arch’s you fully, stuffing your face into the bed and muffling your protests.

Suguru wraps his large hand around your throat, careful to not hurt you, but enough to just play with the amount of oxygen you got whilst taking his sharp thrusts in your pussy, “cuz’ my girl could, n-never.. fuck, be that dumb.” seeing how your juices coated his entire pelvis area had his hips stuttering. it was just so hot. one particular thrust into the sweet spot of your pussy had your thighs shaking, the coil in your stomach building.

he chuckles at the sight of you squirming, your grip on the sheets wasn’t enough to stabilize how dumb he had your mind reeling just from his cock. and his alone. “oh shiiit. you’re really fuckin’ filthy. gonna milk me for all I'm worth huh?” he faltered at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him, leaning down, his body towering over you as he lifted your head up. prone bone. “go head’ baby. lemme hear how pretty you sound when you cum on my cock.”

gaining the lost breath, you let out a loud gasp, deriving pleasure from the feeling. “sugu.. you’re so deep. gonna make me cum sooo much!” your eyes roll back, him pinning beside your head using full force to plunge his cock into you. his grunts getting louder as he keeps fucking into your tight cunt as if it was a flesh light, sucking him in. “gonna fill— mm, fuckin’, fill you up baby”

you both moan together as your orgasms wash over, you couldn’t help but shudder from the pure feeling of the ropes of his cum shooting into you. suddenly squirting all over him as he keeps fucking into soaking pussy, “you squirted? that’s sooo nasty baby. now i have to make you do it again..”

[missuswalker]

𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 || 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✮ summary: after peter finishes… well, you know, he can’t stop himself from coming to see you. as if he’s not clingy enough, he can’t help but be all over you. at least he’s (trying) to sit still for once

✮ warnings: brief nsfw content, masturbation (not proofread)

✮ notes: man idk i just feel like peter is all clingy and touchy after he nuts

peter’s mind had been on you all day, trapped on the image of your hand wrapped around his cock. of course, that wasn’t exactly the case at the moment, considering it was his own hand. as he pumped himself, he tried his best to remember that little face you make when you cum. he’d been working on this problem of his for way longer than he should have, and he was searching for anything to push him over the edge.

the more he thought about you, your pretty tits, and that hella tight skirt, the closer he could feel his release building. picking up his pace, he bites back a whimper. more thoughts of you didn’t help his attempt at silence, a grunt or two escaping his lips. he pushes his head further back into his pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. free hand balled into a fist, he lets out a low moan, cumming all over his stomach and fingers.

after cleaning himself up, he stares at the photo of you two on his bedside table. he wanted to see you so bad. maybe it was just the post-nut fog, but he just needed you wrapped up in his arms. throwing on some jeans and a tshirt, he lets his mom know he’s heading out with a quick shout. he’s at you window in less than a second, sliding it open. he always told you to lock your window in case a creep decides to crawl in, but, in reality, the only creep that ever used it was him.

“hey, peter,” you greet, not even bothering to turn around. whenever your window was suddenly opened, you automatically knew it was your idiot boyfriend who could never just use the front door. “it’s not peter, it’s a scary murderer and i’m here to kill you,” he says, making a stabbing motion behind your head. “oh no,” you say, your tone bored and plain as you continue to study for your exams.

peter rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “not happy to see me?” he teases, his lips connecting with the smooth skin of your neck. you push his face away, writing something down in a tiny notebook, papers scattered across your desk. “i’m studying,” you respond, eyes locked on your notes. his mouth is back on your neck immediately, despite you having just pushed him away.

“come on, babe, let’s hang out, you can study later, yeah?” he hums, nibbling right below your jaw. he absolutely would not be giving up, and you knew it. turning around in your chair, you look up at the silver-haired boy, giving an agitated look. he only gives back an innocent smile, pulling you up by your hand. “why are you so adamant on hanging out specifically right now,” you groan, allowing him to lead you to your bed. “no reason.”

pushing you down onto your unmade bed, he jumps, landing beside you. “hey, hot stuff,” he grins, posing with his face resting in the palm of his hand. “hey, dipshit,” you say in an overly-lovey tone, sarcasm evident in your dramatic smile. “you love me,” he laughs, pulling you into his arms, ruffling your hair. “sometimes,” you joke back, feeling less aggravated at your distraction of a boyfriend. he smiles, his face finding a place in the crook of your neck.

“mm, missed you,” he hums, taking a deep breath. you grin, playing with his hair. “i missed you, too.” he kisses your shoulder multiple times, moving up your neck and jaw. “i love you,” he continues, his lips lingering on your cheek. “i love you, too,” you snort, furrowing your eyebrows at his overly-affectionate behavior. eventually he settles, his leg bouncing a bit as he lays next to you, arms loose around your waist. “don’t fall asleep,” you tell him, trying to get a look at his face. “i’m not asleep,” he grunts, though it was clear he was about to be.

“yeah, okay.”

“i’m not.”

“shut up.”

short and sweet, i love him sm

(send in requests, i beg)

[xob1tchs]

idk if you taking requests, but can you do a smut where reader and stiles are in a secret relationship cause reader is scott’s brother, n like one day stiles is so pussy drunk that he’s a whimpering moaning mess. and then scott just so happens to walk in. THEN reader starts to try and get up to follow her brother once he storms out the room, but stiles holds her back and continues until they both cum? just a thought..🫶🏽.

(btw idk if you do anon emojis but if so can i be ‘🧟‍♀️’)

. • °🍼✧༺ 17+ smut below the cut !

stiles has always joked about how he’s a lesser man when it comes to you, crude comments about how he’d give anything to spend all day between your legs, making you squirm just cause he likes it.

but it’s times like this when you actually think stiles might be a feign for pussy – your pussy.

the bed creaks with every rapid thrust of his hips, sheet sheilding where your bodies connect but it doesn’t matter because you can hear the squelching from your sopping folds, and feel the wetness seep down your ass crack splashing across the backs of your thigs when his sack hits your skin. and even if you could see the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you, it wouldn’t matter because – well stiles looks like that.

pupils blown wide as he stares down at you, bitten lips parted enough to let whines and groans slip free every couple of seconds, incoherent praises causing your sweaty skin to flush even more. he’s sweating too, fluffy hair matted to his forhead, sticking up in places from your gripping it.

“jesus fuck baby, love this cunt so much” he mutters, eyebrows frowning as he stares down st you with a determined pout “gonna fucking cum right in this tight pussy, feels too fucking good” you clench around him, gummy walls molding to every ridge and vein along his girthy length, arching your back off the back in hopes to feel him even deeper – whining and crying out when he does.

he drops his face to the crook of your neck, hips becoming slightly sloppy, movements less smooth and more desperate — cock twitching inside of you now, his release definitely nearing.

“oh’baby fuck me so good, feels so amazing” he’s practically crying into your shoulder, thrusting so forcefully your body begins to scoot up the bed, headboard nocking against the bed rhythmically “ — never gonna leave your cunt babe, might cry’feels so good”

your about to moan his name out, eyes rolling to the back of your skull when a creak sounds followed by a glass hitting the floor amd small whispered curse “oh shit!” he murmurs, and when you peak over stiles shoulder to lock eyes with ones that mirror your own, your breath completely leaves your lungs and sudden your trying to scramble away from stiles.

scott makes a face of disgust, throwing his hands up in the air as he spins on his heel, the sound of sneakers hitting the stairs loud as he stomps away “shit, shit, shit! stiles stop!” you cry, gasping when stiles shifts to his knees, pulling out to just the tip as he stares down at you with pleading eyes.

“gotta cum baby”

he slams back into you to punctuate his sentence, your jaw going slack in a silent moan, pussy clenching around his cock in a violent manner. your toes curl against the mattress, tears welling at your lash line – an overwhelming mix of embarrassment and pleasure taking over as he pounds into you so hard you’re worried he might actually hurt you.

you can feel the pulse and twitch of his cock against your straining walls, struggling to take him the deeper he goes, pressing your body so harshly into the bed you swear you hear the crackle of wooden planks beneathe your matress.

“s-stiles, it’s to-to much” you plead, mascara running streaks down your cheeks now, sweat and tears matting your hair to your face and neck, the sight making stiles go cross eyed, gripping the underneaths of your thighs as he leans back just enough to fold you in half, biceps rippling beneath his taut skin – prominent veins trailing up his fingers to his forearms, its enough to have your eyes rolling back into your skull, biting down on your bottom lip so hard blood fills your jaw, making you cry out in pain — but mostly because you’re cumming so hard that it drains the air from your lungs, stiles suffocating you with a wet and lazy kiss as his own orgasm creeps closer.

it’s not much longer before he’s becoming erratic in his thrusts, rhytm thrown a bump as he pumps his seed deep in your cunt, filling you so much it begins to spill put around the base of cock, and down his balls, making obscene noises as he pulls out with a weak hiss, dark eyebrows furrowing from the lack of warmth.

“maybe we’ll close the door next time?” he smirks down at your spent expression, brown eyes full of trouble.

. • °🍼✧༺ extremely unedited!

[jake-g-lockley]

Wherever You Stray, I Follow (Javier Peña x reader)

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Warnings: Angst, canon-usual violence.

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: I wanted to write soft!Javi first, idk everything he does just seems so pure to me and eee I love him. Most of this was inspired by Taylor Swift’s Willow heh so enjoy <3

Tagging: @brekkers-desigirl @in-between-the-cafes @senassn

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Javier Peña was knee-deep in shit. It might not have been literal shit but it might as well should have because he would have preferred that over anything that was happening to him. 

It all started a few months ago, when everything in his life decided to take a confusing turn. It was a gloomy Monday and after a failed late night stakeout with Steve made sure that Javi overslept, stumbling around finding his clothes and trying his best to look put together. His sleep for the past few weeks had been restless, his mind flooded with thoughts that he wanted to forget. He was admittedly tired but had slipped on the hardened mask that he always wore whenever he was out and about chasing cartel members and wiping scum off the streets of Colombia. 

He had a gut feeling that that Monday was going to be a long one, with the way nothing went right for him. Still, he collected himself and went through every single page of paperwork that was left on his desk, eventually letting himself get lost in the momentum that he had created. He was, unfortunately, rudely pulled out of his deep concentration by a loud bark followed by a shrill whistle. He instantly stood up from his desk, as if he had been hit by a Pavlovian response, only to be hit by darkness as he felt his body hit the floor below him. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

On your first day at the DEA office in Bogota, Colombia, all your walls were up high. You’d decided that arrogance triumphed over whatever pleasantries you had in you because you were only here to do your job. Your six inch red bottoms clacked intensely against the cold marble floor as you strut into the office holding your chin high as Artemis cleared the way for you. People around you scrambled, gasping as their eyes landed on the unleashed rottweiler before you. You scanned the lobby, looking for any sign of a man that fit the descriptions of Steve Murphy. You finally found him leaning against the reception counter smoking a cigarette. You whistled for Artemis and she led the way again before stopping in front of a bewildered Steve.

“Nice doggie, please don’t bite.” he murmured under his breath, a little softly but you caught it nevertheless and it elicited a laugh from you.

“She’s very well trained, you have nothing to worry about Agent Murphy.” you assured, placing your hand atop Arte’s head, giving him your most elegant smile. 

“You’re the new recruit?” Steve asked, clearly floored by your appearance.

“You sound surprised?” you questioned back, your gaze hard and unfaltering. 

“You were supposed to be a man.” Steve chuckled before extending his hand for some formal introductions.

He cautiously led you around the place, warily stepping around the dog, before finally taking you to the room where everything goes down. 

“Your office will be here, Agent. Once again, welcome to the team.” Steve said, beaming.

Suddenly, you heard a loud bark. You whistled loudly for Arte to stop whatever she was up to but it was too late, she had pinned down a man onto the floor. You rush to get to Arte, worried that she had found someone who had been a threat to you and was about to kill a man right here in your new office. But instead, to your absolute confusion, you found her tail was wagging happily as she licked the man’s face. 

You whistled once more and Arte jumped off the man, revealing who it was she had pounced upon. Your jaw dropped and all the air left your lungs as you stared down at the person before you, the unmistakable unconscious face of Javier Peña bringing back a flood of memories to you. For a split second, you felt the insecure child that you had left behind years ago attach itself back onto your new frame, but you pushed it away instantly as you teared your gaze away from Javier. 

You looked around you to see guns drawn and looks of fury on the officers faces. All of them were mad, except Steve. Steve was howling with laughter, clutching his chest as he struggled to keep himself upright at the sight of the unconscious Javier. The officers lowered their guns at the sound of Steve’s laughter, looking at him as if he had turned up to work in a clown outfit. 

“Knocked out by a dog!” Steve heaved as you knelt down to slap Javier across the face to wake him up. 

You knew that wasn’t really the best thing to do to someone you hadn’t seen in the last six years but it sure felt good to watch him stir under you as the singe of the slap burned a satisfying tingle on your palm. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Maybe god, whoever god was, had taken Javi back to heaven for all the things he had done right. A sharp sting followed by a bright light greeted him as he awoke. The one thing that had him concluding that he was dead was that he was looking at you. You, his first love, standing above him looking like a real goddess, in a full black suit that made you look like a badass, your hair flowing and your eyes sharp as you glared down at him. He smiled up at you, a big goofy smile that made him feel dizzy. 

And then he heard it.

The cackling laughter.

“Oops, nevermind, I might just be in hell.” Javi thought as the laughter just got louder and louder as the ringing in his ears cleared. 

Then something clicked and Javi recognised the voice. It was Steve.

“Shit, Steve, you’re in hell too?” Javi called out but his voice sounded wobbly. 

Suddenly, something big and wet dragged across Javi’s face. He sat up abruptly only to be faced with a rottweiler. Hell hounds are not this happy are they? Javi took a while to right himself, looking around from the rottweiler to you and to the people around him. He had the itching realization that he was in fact still on Earth, in Colombia, in his office. But that couldn’t be, then why were you here? His heart raced and he panicked for the first time in years, his feelings jumbling up his thoughts. 

“Agent, meet my partner, Special Agent Javier Peña.” he heard Steve say. 

Javi looked at Steve, still trying to process what was going on. He realized he was on the floor, his legs stretched out in front of him and he jumped up and stood properly in front of you, stretching his hand out for you to take. You shook it and dropped his hand quickly as he sat back down at his desk rubbing his forehead. You felt real, so Javi might not have been dreaming. 

“Apologies Agent Murphy, Artemis never really does this.” You said to Steve watching as Artemis stares up happily at Javi.

Of course she was excited to see him. Arte’ mother, Leto was Javi’s dog and she clearly remembered him, or at least remembered his scent. You watch as Artemis turns back into a puppy, licking Javi’s hand as he pats her snout. The sight of Javi had short circuited your own brain and you couldn’t help but stare at him, not believing that you were actually looking at him. You had to physically get a hold of yourself when you caught the dimple that pulled on his cheek as he smiled at your dog. Your hand found your throat, fingertips tracing the same lines it did six years ago when you screamed your throat hoarse trying to get Javi to stay home. 

Why are you leaving me?

You and him had engaged in competitive battles with everything, from school to sports to even hobbies. It lasted for years and shaped you into the person that you were today. You had to be better than him and he had to be better than you. Weirdly enough it brought the two of you closer. Javier was someone you can hold onto, someone you had trusted to be with you forever. He was your everything and you had no relationship purer than the one you had with him. 

Until that one harrowing day, where everything turned upside down for you. He had turned up to your home on your 21st birthday with a bouquet of flowers and Artemis who was sitting in a basket with a red ribbon tied around her neck. The both of you talked for hours over rum centered chocolates and little pretzels with little Artemis curled up in the little space that your folded legs made. He pulled you onto your feet after a while, holding onto you and spinning the both of you around to a song on the radio. 

The both of you danced till you were dizzy and that was when he stopped and held you close, his nose grazing yours as your breaths mingled with his. It was then when he told you his real plans. His plans of leaving the states. He didn’t tell you where he was going or what he was going to do no matter how much you begged. The giddy few hours that the both of you had spent together dissolved into chaos as you screamed at him, throwing the closest pillow at him.

“Please, please Javi, don't leave me here. I have no one, please.” you sobbed, clutching at his button down shirt as he pressed his forehead to yours.

Tears were streaming down his face but he reached out to wipe yours away. He held your face in his hands as he shook his head at you, willing for you to understand. The second he let go of you, you sank onto your knees and watched through teary eyes as he walked out your front door, never turning back. He was gone, it was as if you had lost him to the winds and you hadn’t heard from him since that day, not even a single phone call. Now here he was, dimple and all, as if fate had just decided to lead you back to him. 

He was looking at you now and he looked lost for words with the way his mouth was hanging open a little. Before he could say anything, you subtly shook your head at him, indicating that you didn’t want to cause a scene now. He gave you one sharp nod and turned to Steve, and started to chastise him for laughing at Arte knocking him unconscious. 

Frantically, the both of you pushed your emotions aside and layered on the masks thick, not willing for anything to slip out. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

That was two months ago, but till the present day, Javier and you had been skirting around each other, not acknowledging the fact that the both of you were old friends and that he probably knew more about you than he let on and vice versa. Now, you and him were crouched behind a wall, guns drawn, silence shrouding the both of you. Javier had some information about the location of one of Escobar’s sacarios and the both of you were waiting to gun him down. 

“Where did you get this information anyway?” you found yourself speaking to him directly for the first time in six years.

It must have surprised him because he looked at you as if you were speaking gibberish.

“I have my sources, muñeca.” he murmured, wincing slightly at the nickname that left his mouth. 

You rolled your eyes, knowing what the possible answer could be. You heard rumors but you were smarter than that, your eyes frequently caught the dark tinges on Javier’s neck, turning your stomach and coating it in poisonous jealousy. 

“When are we going to talk about it?” Javier said before he could stop himself.

Silence weaved in between his question, lacing the both of you in an awkward position. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” you declared, your eyes sweeping for any sign of movement. 

Javier sighed your name and the sound rang in your head like a sweet melody. You turned to glare at him but your hardness faltered when all you saw was sadness etched onto his handsome face. 

“I’ve moved on and I have nothing to say to you, Peña.” you insisted, refusing to cave. 

“There's no one here, you can just call me Javi, like you used to.” he sighed.

“Never.” you said, keeping your eyes trained into the darkness over the wall.

“I’d kill to hear you say it.” he murmured.

His words were drowned by the sound of bullets flying through the air, one flying right in between the both of you. Javier was faster, launching himself into action and shooting with precision. You watched his six, pressing your back against his, the feeling of him grounding you. Once you found nothing, Javier walked away from you and stood over one of the sacarios, his gun held in front of him. He pulled the trigger and pulled it again and again and again and you stood there rooted watching blood splatter everywhere. 

“Javi, stop!” you yelled and he finally stopped, his shoulders heaving. 

He turned to you, and your eyes widened at the dark look that was painted on his face. The cops swarmed the place and Javier grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the scene. 

“Why are you here?” Javier said, pushing you against a wall. “You come back to me after years and you’re suddenly a DEA Agent too?”

Javier was seething with anger, pent up anger that had pushed far past his breaking point. He had been watching you for months, putting your precious life out on the line right in front of him. 

“ANSWER ME!” he yelled when you didn’t answer. 

Your heart jumped at the sound of his voice and before you could stop yourself, you raised your hand and let your palm collide hard with Javier’s face. 

“The same fucking reason as you, Javier! I’m here to take down fucking narcos and their fucked up empires.” you said, grabbing onto his jacket. “And don’t fucking yell at me!”

“Fuck, you know how dangerous this is, muñeca?” he said desperately, searching your eyes. “A few more centimeters and that fucking bullet would’ve hit you.”

“THAT'S MY RISK TO TAKE!” you yell back. 

“I can’t lose you again, please, not again.” he pleaded, grabbing ahold of your arms and pulling you closer to his chest. 

“I’m not yours to lose anymore, Peña.” you spat, wrenching your arms out of his grip and walking away, leaving him to stare at the wall before him. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It had been years since you’ve cried this hard. You buried your nose in Arte’s coat and couldn’t stop the tears from flowing out of your eyes. If you had a penny each time Javier Peña made you cry, you’d be so rich that you could take over Escobar’s entire empire. You felt unreasonable, stupid even, crying like a stupid school girl. Arte was probably fed up with your shenanigans, but she sat in front of you quietly as you hiccuped through your sobs. 

A loud knock sounded at your door causing both you and Arte to jump. You pulled out your gun as Arte darted towards the door. 

“It’s me.” 

You scowled at the sound of Javier’s voice but Arte barked happily. You shushed her and leaned against the door, crossing your arms. You refused to see his face, not after how he decided that your choices were now his choices. 

“Look, I can hear you and Arte, cariño.” he sighed. “I know you don’t want to see me but I really just need to talk to you.”

Javier knew he fucked up. It was as if he voluntarily stepped into the world’s biggest pile of shit. He’d rather have Escobar piss on his face than to sleep knowing that he had upset you. 

You stayed silent as you stared into the door, wondering how Javier looked behind it. 

“Can we just go on a ride? Bring Arte too, it’ll help calm you down.” he said softly, pulling out his big guns. 

When you and him were younger, he used to take you on random car rides whenever your parents would fight or when things got too tough. He would drive you around until you fell asleep and you’d always find yourself tucked into your bed the next morning. When he was gone, you’d find yourself doing the same thing, but it didn’t feel the same when you had to drag yourself out of the car and into your house. 

You opened the door a little so that you could see Javier between the cracks. His hair was a mess and he had a cigarette between his lips. His guard was clearly let down as he looked more like your Javi and less like a hardened agent. 

“Only if you get me a hamburger.” you mumbled, watching as a small smile creeped onto Javi’s face. 

Javi carried Arte’s dog bed down the stairs and into his truck as she scampered happily at his heels. You watched on as Javi knelt down and gave Arte a big kiss on her snout and encouraged her to jump into the back seat. Your heart almost seized at this as you remembered the way he used to talk to Leto and bring her out on walks with you everyday. 

You slid into the front seat as Javi held the door open for you. You clicked the seatbelt on and went on to stare at your hands as he got into the car and ignited the engine. You zoned out on his scent, breathing him in, occasionally turning to watch him talk to Arte. Once you were satisfied with your hamburger and fed some to Arte, you settled into the seat and turned your whole body towards Javi, not caring whether you were being subtle or not.

You deserved this, you deserved to absorb as much of Javi that you could after years of being deprived of it. You loved him and it was as if something had been looking down upon you and is letting you have a second chance at everything. You soon found yourself being lulled to sleep as the emotional exhaustion took over your whole body. You awoke to the feeling of being carried. You gasp and hooked your arms around Javi’s neck as he chuckled and lowered the both of you down onto a blanket on … grass?

“Where are we?” you whispered scanning Javi’s face. 

He didn’t say a single thing instead he pushed you down and laid down next to you. The pitch black sky was littered with millions of stars, and your eyes widened as you stared at the void of space above you. When you got the chance to tear your gaze away from the heavens, you found Javi staring at you, the soft look in his eyes turning you into a human puddle. He had lit a cigarette and was running through it quickly, making you roll your eyes at him. You rolled your body on top of his, straddling his abdomen and taking him by surprise as you snatched his cigarette away. 

“You gotta stop smoking these, they’re bad for you.” you say sternly.

“You’re bad for me yet, here we are.” he mumbled, staring at the way your body connected with him.

You placed the cigarette onto your lips and took a long drag, coughing when the smoke hit your lungs. Javi laughed under you, and you scowled at him, stumping the cigarette out on the grass. Javi thought that there was nothing more beautiful in this world other than you. He gathered his last bit of courage and pushed you slightly downwards so that he could sit up and look at you before reaching out to cupped your cheek with his hand. He relished at the way you leaned into his touch and at the way your eyes fluttered close.

“I-i don’t know where to start, so I’m just going to say sorry. I’m the fool who hurt you and I don’t expect you to ever forgive me.” he whispered. “To leave you was to leave my soul behind and I don’t know who to thank or curse for bringing you back to me.”

“Javi…” you started but he placed a finger onto your lips.

“My girl is a DEA Agent.” he said nodding to no one in particular. “My smart, badass girl. Honestly, when I saw you standing over me when I passed out, I thought god was a woman and god was you.” 

You giggled and ducked your head into his chest, letting him pull you impossibly close to him. This was it, this was your place of refuge, right here in Javier Peña’s arms. 

“Javi?”

“Hmm?”

“Does this mean that you’ll finally get a hold of your balls and kiss me?” you said, bringing your face to the same level as his.

You laughed at the way Javi’s face was arranged, as if he didn’t know whether to be shocked or happy. 

“How did you-”

“Because I do too, Javi. I love you and I can’t have you slipping away from me, like you are one of my lost happy memories. The little girl in me knew that you’d come back to me.” you said, before pressing your lips onto his.

A part of you always knew that your soul was tied to Javi and nothing in this world could pull him away from you. Javi let his hands explore you, taking his sweet time to kiss you back, slowly. Once he was sure that your lips were swollen with his touch, he pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours as you caught your breath. He breathed you in and you smelled like home. You made him feel unstoppable and as he hugged you close, he realized that no cartel member could even stand a chance around him now that he had you with him. 

That's my girl.

[vaginalsauce]

Sleepy eyes

Warnings

Overstimulation, oral (f!receiving), praise, degradation (yeah), pet names, dacryphilia, cute at first but this man gets mean as hell, squirting

A/N:

Have y'all seen that clip of Axl licking his fingers while singing? Idk if that's too vague but Jesus Christ I need him so bad

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Axl's rested his lips against the side of your face, placing gentle kisses across your cheek to your jaw, earning little giggles from you at the way his facial stubble brushed against your skin.

He smiled into your cheek, pulling away to look down at you with pure adoration written all over his face. "You're so pretty, honey."

"Shut up." You huffed playfully, hand coming up to tangle in the locks of the back of his head, pulling him down into a warm kiss, lips molding together so perfectly.

You gasped into the kiss when you felt a cold hand snake under your shirt, lightly massaging the skin of your waist. Axl caught your bottom lip between his teeth, slowly pulling off of your mouth, releasing your lip as he did.

You lifted your hips ever so slightly, letting out a huff of air as he began placing hot open-mouthed kisses down your jaw to your neck.

His free hand trailed up to your jaw, pushing your head to the side. It wasn't rough, but firm enough to imply that he was the one in charge. Light whimpers left your throat as he sucked on your jugular, biting down every so often.

"Axl, no marks. . D-dinner with. . Family--" You knew that he was going to win. He always did, and you never complained afterwards.

Axl continued his assault on your skin, and you didn't put up a fight, especially when his hips rolled into yours, grinding against the spot you wanted him most. "You know you love the marks I give you."

you couldn't object, only letting out a small whimper. You trailed your hands down to his belt, fingers slipping through the belt loops of his jeans, and you tugged him roughly into your hips.

"So impatient, sweetheart, gotta take what I give you." He pulled you up just barely, quick to pull your shirt over your head and toss it onto the ground beside the bed.

His clammy hands roamed every inch of your body, memorizing the details of your skin as he kissed from the hollow of your throat down to your breasts, his sharp tongue darting out the rest of the way to trace a line down to the small little shorts you wore that drove him crazy.

"Such a pretty whore, jus f'me, yeah?" He tucked his fingers into your shorts, tugging them down your thighs, over your knees, under your calves, and finally pulling them completely off with a kiss to your ankle. His hands ghosted up your legs and pushed your thighs apart, fitting his broad shoulders right under your thighs.

"Oh, so soaked for me, huh, baby?" He feigned a voice that dripped with pity, his breath fanning so wonderfully over your wet core, the air turning cold and giving you goosebumps and shivers.

You whined and bucked your hips towards his face, to which he landed a harsh slap right onto the fat of your thigh, the skin only taking mere moments before it turned bright red.

"Don't fucking move. If you move, I won't touch you." He grabbed your wrists, forcing them down by your sides, and you let out a choked sob, tears falling down your face as you stared down at him. It was humiliating, how worked up he could get you so fast.

"So pretty, crying for me, sweetheart. Such a beautiful face, all wet and shiny." He gave you a final warning glare before lowering his head, pressing kisses to your lips before pushing his tongue into your folds, slicking you further than you already were.

You sighed out in pleasure, voice shaky as you gripped the sheets below you by your hips. His tongue flicked against your clit and your hips stuttered, and he pulled off of your cunt, another rough slap to your thigh. You threw your head back in annoyance.

The pure sight of him with your slick all over his lips and chin, strings of drool and your arousal connecting him to your aching heat had you more turned on than ever, and you just couldn't bear to look at him.

"What did I say, honey? Repeat it back to me." You returned your haze back to him, his eyes boring holes into your pretty mascara-stained face.

You shook your head, biting your tongue as you tried to grab for his hands that were holding your thighs in place, wanting him to at least hold your hands.

He slowly sat up, letting your legs fall to the mattress and you whined, squirming around as you tried to hold the noises you made. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction if he wasn't going to give you yours.

"You want me to eat this pretty little pussy? Huh? Use your words, bitch." He spat, and you couldn't help the pained cry that left you as you sobbed in desperation.

And then you caved in.

"Please, Axl, please. Need you. Won't move, jus' please, need it bad." You finally managed to force the words out, and he grinned. He returned to his spot between your legs, giving a harsh bite to the flesh on the inside of your thigh. You jumped and he shot you a glare.

His mouth finally reattached to your heat, and he was quick to go all in. His open mouth attacking your cunt brought you so much pleasure you thought you would die. Looking down at him, your mouth hung open as you panted.

He sucked your clit harshly, before his tongue trailed to your hole, pushing inside of you. His nose rubbed so perfectly against you that it sent you spiraling right then, but he didn't stop, even when you began thrashing and fighting to get away from the overwhelming pleasure his mouth gave you. He grabbed a hold of your wrists, tugging them down towards himself so you couldn't escape.

It wasn't long before you tired your body out, limp in his hands. He pulled away only momentarily to bring one of his hands to his mouth, licking his middle finger while staring you dead in the eyes and pushing it into you without warning. He let out a grunt as his mouth connected with your pussy again, his licks and sucks slow and torturous as his finger pumped in and out of you at a rapid pace.

He curled his finger in just the right places, and you were a babbling, incoherent mess, countless pleas coming from your mouth.

"T-Too much- no more, Axl can't take it-- Please, oh god." You moaned out, but he didn't stop. Suddenly your vision was white, and your back arched sharply against the mattress. You were so lightheaded that it hurts and if you weren't so focused on the pleasure taking over your whole body, you would've noticed the liquid that coated Axl's face and chest, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched you thrash against the bed, shaking violently as you enjoyed your high.

As he fucked you through it, he added one more finger to the rapid pace, and you were screaming. Until suddenly, you couldn't anymore. Your voice had left you, and all you could get out were squeals and babbles of his name as you came down. You closed your eyes melting into the bed.

You felt Axl pull his fingers out of you, mouth following suite. You whined, legs shaking as he gently took them off his shoulders, pressing kisses up to your navel before looking down at you, admiring your wet face. Your drool and tears completely covered your features, and he pressed his mouth to yours. You lazily kissed back, dizzy as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

"Oh, my pretty slut. Fucked dumb for me, huh? Look at those pretty eyes, all sleepy and swollen. You're gorgeous, baby." He couldn't ignore the pulsing hardness in his shorts, but he could definitely deal with it. He wiped your face clean of your tears, his tongue coming across your chin to collect your drool.

He spat it back into your mouth after forcing your jaw open with his thumb, only to kiss you once again. At this point, you could barely kiss back, shaky arms coming up to pull him close to you, not caring about the sticky mess you had made all over him.

Axl chuckled, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek before climbing out of the bed to turn the bath tap on.

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[moonpetrichors-blog]

hi hii, hope you’re having a great day/night! i have another idea for a request 🕺so you remember after payakan saved lo’ak and lo’ak went to tell the others and nobody really believed him? i was thinking that the reader could’ve been the only one to believe him so he took them to meet payakan and seeing how fascinated the reader was with payakan made lo’ak fall in love or something idk shsjshsb

🦕

Believe in Me

Tags: Lo’ak x Metkayina!Reader, Oneshot, Gn!Reader, Fluff, Power of Trust, They Fell First But He Fell Harder

Warnings: Word Cockblocker is Used (Not Sexually, But I Couldn’t Find a More Innocent Term)

When Lo’ak told the story of how he was saved to the others, none of them believed him. They told him to stay away, that Payakan is a killer, and he should do best to avoid him. You believed in him though, and who is Lo’ak to do what others tell him to?

THIS IDEA IS SO CUTE 😭😭 I love ur Lo’ak requests lol they’re keeping me alive rn 👊👊 I had sm fun writing this!!

When they start swimming underwater, listen to Ice Dance by Danny Elfman for a more immersive experience.

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [27/12/22] ❞  

“He saved me, he really did!”

As Lo'ak recounted his story, the young Na'vi were huddled in a circle. Rotxo and Aonung exchanged glances; everyone appeared concerned about him. Payakan was a murderer, and Lo'ak was merely extraordinarily fortunate to be alive.

“Kiri, you believe me, right?”

She remained silent and averted her gaze away from his. “They know this place better than we do.”

Tsireya shook her head. “Lo’ak, please don’t go looking for Payakan. You’ll be killed!”

“Fine, don’t believe me! I know what I saw!” Lo'ak abruptly rose up, preparing to storm away from the group.

You seized his forearm to keep him from fleeing. Lo'ak reached behind his shoulder to yank his arm away from you; he didn’t need to hear he was crazy from you, too. Before he could tear his arm away, he stiffened in place as you spoke.

“I believe you.”

Everyone turned to gawk at you, some with their jaws gaping, others silently snickering. You knew full well the story of Payakan, so why were you supporting this? You withdrew your arm and smiled warmly at Lo’ak. His head hung low, concealing the grin upon his lips. Aonung murmured to Rotxo about how you have a crush, and you shot him a death stare. Aonung stopped his teasing, but Lo'ak didn't seem to notice.

“Y/N, why would you believe him? You shouldn’t encourage it!”

You gave Tsireya a frown. “And what if he’s telling the truth?”

Everyone was deafeningly hushed as you argued against her. You scoffed at them all when they had nothing left to say, and walked away accompanied by Lo'ak. He thanked you quietly for trusting him.

To be truthful, you'd heard the tales about how dangerous Payakan was. You grew up with these people, after all. Although you believed in Lo'ak, you had your reservations; deep down, you knew the main reason why you wanted to trust his words was because you'd been admiring him since he first arrived in your village. You were just too timid to approach Lo’ak, so can anyone fault you for using this as an opportunity?

“Y/N, come with me. I’ll introduce you to Payakan.”

You smiled. “I’d love that.”

...

“This way, I know Payakan is around here!”

Lo'ak clasped your hand in his and guided you to the water. You might have been second-guessing your judgment at this point; you claimed you believed in him, but what if Payakan was a tulkun with exceptional manipulation abilities? Is that even feasible?

You dove into the water and began swimming after Lo'ak as he went further out into the ocean, putting your daydreaming to a halt. Once you had reached decently open waters beyond the reef, Lo'ak called for Payakan. You were nervous about what lay ahead of you, but you were also intrigued.

After what seemed like a few minutes of silence, you laid a hand on Lo'ak's shoulder.

“I don’t think he’s--”

With a yelp, you were cut off as something elevated your body above the surface of the water; a gigantic fin. You clutched it for support, and Lo'ak immediately swam besides your knees so you could rest a palm on his shoulder. He chuckled, and you swirled your feet in the water after the tulkun plateaued. Payakan whistled, and his genial nature enthralled you.

You cocked your head towards Lo'ak, a playful smirk on your lips. “Can we swim with him?”

Lo'ak concurred, beaming from ear to ear. You intertwined your fingers with his, your other hand gripping Payakan as he plunged underwater. You tried not to tumble off as the sheer force of the act caused you to hover above his fin, but Lo'ak was there to hold you in position.

You shifted into a horizontal position once you were settled in the water to enable you to swim comfortably. Lo'ak hooked his fist above yours on the edge of Payakan's fin, keeping your fingers entwined, so that you could swim in tandem with one another. The action made you flush, and you were grateful that the water obscured his vision somewhat.

Lo'ak was captivated by you as you glided across the expansive aquatic panorama. Although he had swum beyond the reef before, he had never witnessed it like this, with you at his side, giggling besides him as if it were nobody's business. It was in this snapshot of time that he saw you as vividly as ever; amongst the pulsing rhythm of the sea, his heartbeat drummed in his ears at the sight of you, realizing that the reason you appeared so delighted was because of him.

He captured a mental image of you and preserved it as a memory that only he would behold. Just for him, no one else.

With his hands, he signed ‘you’re pretty’.

God, he must be insane, he thinks. Your body froze as you registered what he had signed, and before you could react, Payakan sped through the water, nearly knocking you off your feet. In a frenzy, Lo'ak draped an arm across your back, clutching your arm to secure you against him. You could feel the hammering of his heartbeat against you, being so near to his chest.

Taking a peek at his panicked expression, you realized you could see a lot from this viewpoint. You noted the curvature of his lips, the slant of his nose, and the acuteness of his jawline, for instance. You subconsciously leant towards his face, entranced by his features.

Lo'ak inclined his head to peer at you, curious as to what you were doing. He was taken aback by your unexpected closeness and immediately felt bashful. Were you planning on kissing him? He'd never kissed anyone before!

Before you closed the distance between you both, you immediately turned your head away from him, snickering to yourself as he nearly took the bait. When you looked over your shoulder, Lo’ak appeared stunned. Before you could sign that his expression looked like a turtapede, he grabbed you by the cheeks (gently, of course), and captured your lips in a longing kiss. Immediately, Payakan soughed, and threw Lo’ak off his fin.

You slapped your palm over your mouth, startled and amused, as he swam after you and Payakan. The tulkun surged to the surface of the ocean, and Lo'ak bobbed out of the saltwater, shaking the brine from out his braids. You turned to sit upright, and held something akin to mirth in your gaze as you grasped your abdomen in a fit of laughter. Lo'ak shot a mischievous sneer in Payakan's direction, huffing as he rolled his eyes. Cockblocker.

“Well, he’s definitely a killer, alright!”

He groaned in embarrassment. “More like you. If I died, it’d be your fault.”

Although his sentence appeared stern and somber, the crinkle of his eyes and curl of his lips conveyed a different narrative, betraying the meaning of his words. How had he not previously fallen in love with you? Maybe the feeling was always there, lying torpid like a dormant volcano, suddenly stirred awake by you.

“Oh? I’m the death of you?”

‘You don’t even know,’ is all he could think.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

idk how it’d be done but you’re a genius so some form of spicy enemies-to-lovers type of flirting between Spencer and Reader but in a Christmas setting?? If the Christmas thing is too difficult to place just stick w the flirting bae 💞💞 SO HAPPY SPENCER IS THRIVING ON YOUR BLOG RAHHHH 💃🕺💃🕺💃

man i love your requests. you're the absolute best. i genuinely have no clue how to write enemies to lovers with this man so i wrote more annoyance to lovers LMAO

"You're telling me there's free alcohol out there and you're still stuffing your nose in books?" Spencer sits in front of me, on the ground, littered in a pile of open books that have scribbled writing covering their pages. He looks up at me with a tired look, curls falling in his face as he blows them away, giving me a simple shrug.

"I don't drink." He rolls his eyes at the dramatic groan that leaves me, my arms swinging at my side as I step up to him, ruffling his hair. He squeaks and inches away from my touch, eyes glaring up at me before he references to the books around him with wide eyes, almost saying 'can't you see that I'm busy?'

"Doesn't mean you can't laugh and make fun of those who do. Penelope is fall down drunk, Spence." I giggle, sitting down beside him with a sigh but not before sneaking a glance at Penelope who's clinging to Derek as they dance. "C'mon, it's the Holidays." He just nods and continues to read, nimble fingers skimming against the pages.

It took a month for Penelope and I to convince Hotch to let us hold a family work party here at the office, let alone on Christmas Day. We did everything, ordered the food, decorated, went to the liquor store and spent way too much. But I can already imagine Penelope's disappointment when she sobers up and learns that Spencer didn't participate.

"Trust me, I'd spew one fact about how the Catholics stole holiday traditions from the Pagans and they'd be kicking me out." A frown tugs on his lips and I go to argue with him but quickly realize he's probably right. The rest of the team does have a lack of patience when dealing with Spencer and his fun facts, facts that I could listen to him talk about for hours.

But I think that's just me.

"Well, I think all of your facts are kinda cool." I bump his shoulder with my own, loving the gentle blush that spreads across his cheeks as he sends me a soft smile, eyes flickering back and forth between mine with furrowed brows.

"Are you drunk too?" A tipsy giggle escapes me but I just shake my head, ignoring the obvious buzz that rages through my veins.

"Not too horribly."

"I was going to say, you never compliment me." He scoffs but his implication only offends me and my hand raises to rest over my heart as he rolls his eyes at my feigned offense.

"Maybe if you were nicer to me, I'd compliment you more." I shove him, pulling a cute laugh from him and he finally shuts the book in his lap, turning to me completely with a cocky smile.

"I'm always nice to you. It's not my fault you're always wrong and hate being corrected." My jaw drops at his teasing, not completely prepared for him to be able to dish it as well as I do. Maybe he needs to stop spending so much time with Derek.

"Ouch, see what I mean?" I chuckle, lip jutting out in a pitiful pout. "C'mon, I even put up the Christmas tree and hung all the dreidel cutouts." He smiles softly at my whining, eyes briefly lifting to the conference room ceiling to look at my heartfelt decorations.

"I give your inclusivity credit."

"Can I at least help you with whatever it is you're so caught up in?" I ask, reaching out to take the book from his lap and he immediately protests but I just send him a stern look.

"What would you get out of it?" He asks, brows furrowed cutely.

"Spending time with my most favorite genius is pretty good." His cheeks darken once more, blush climbing down his neck and below his sweater that hugs his torso. "Maybe you'll just have to owe me a dance." It's not the first time I've tried to pull physical intimacy out of him other than the incessant teasing that he throws my way. I've tried to get hugs out of him, high fives (which typically fly with him) and I've even gone as far as inviting him out to the club with Penelope, Morgan and I when we're out of town.

But he always gives me the same answer.

"I don't dance."

"I can be pretty persuasive." His eyes gawk at the hand that reaches out to rest on his thigh, tongue sweeping out to wet his chapped lips. He struggles to catch him breath, chest rising and falling in staggered breaths, wide eyes eventually rising to look at me.

"Are you flirting with me on the Lord's Day?" He asks breathlessly, lips rising in a small smirk and my jaw drops in obvious shock.

"Are you, Spencer Reid, being sarcastic?" I ask, reaching out to slap his chest but he just giggles sweetly, hands pushing my own away. "Wow, I'm almost proud." I snicker, feeling so lucky to have all of his attention for even a brief moment, loving the weight of his eyes as they look over me in my ugly holiday sweater.

"Yeah, well, you rub off on me, I guess." His voice is timid and smile is bashful, lip tucked between his teeth and I smile warmly.

"If Morgan's teaching you to flirt, tell him to keep it up."

"He says I have hidden game that I just 'suck at using'." He chuckles, brows furrowing in subtle confusion but I know that he knows he's attractive and it all chalks up to his intelligence and kind eyes.

"I'd say he's pretty damn right." I chuckle, fingers brushing against his own on the floor between us and I avert my eyes from him, knowing I won't be able to look him in the eyes after my next blatantly inappropriate comment. "Pull out some magic tricks and my panties would be gone."

"Oh my god, stop."

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[forestmonturiol]

I keep thinking about HuaYin (since HuaYin week is soon and I can't wait)

But my brain caught on this idea/prompt/idk- and felt the need to share it, so yea uu

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I feel like, if HuaYin got close to the type of "physical relationship but not really in love or denying their feelings" before Xie Lian's third ascension.

Hua cheng, after getting closer to his officer, would watch Yin Yu's body as if he needed to remember. Especially Yin yu's moles all over his body. Counting them when his dear officer is asleep next to him in bed. Knowing that he have in total 43 moles and knowing exactly where they are.

So after, when Yin Yu dies and get his new physical form, he only remember the little mole under his left eye, forgetting about the rest, not remembering where they were. And it's frustrating for him to know that the body he was born with, grew up with, ascended with, is no more.

So one day, some years after he get back to work as the wanning moon officer, Hua Cheng and Yin Yu are working in his office, on different boring papers, but Hua Cheng mind deviates, looking strangely on Yin yu's wrist, before taking it in his hand.

"Where's your mole?"

Yin yu is more than confused, his mind still on the ghost city project.

"This one is confused. What do you mean, Chengzu?"

Hua Cheng is not satisfied by the answer, pointing at one certain place, very specifically.

"You had a mole here, and right below your jaw on the right, close to your scalp as well. Did you forget to make them? Is your ghost form still troubling you?"

Yin Yu get surprised, especially at how much his boss/lover is currently speaking right now. But he also takes his time to answer.

"You... remember where my moles were?"

Hua Cheng finally let go on Yin Yu's wrist and nod, as if it was the most natural thing to remember. But even so, the thought makes Yin Yu happy, and he shows it more than he would like since he's not wearing his mask.

His Boss do not says much, but he keep a strange look on Yin yu.

"You did not remember where they were?"

"This one apologies. When living with those my entire life, it didn't come to my mind that one day I would have to remember their placement"

Hua Cheng nods again. After all, it does make sense, but he's still quite mad not to see the moles he loves so much on his partner body. He then push the sleeves of Yin Yu higher, and kiss every places that had little moles before, making sure that Yin Yu is looking at him while he does, and waiting for him to modify his appearance.

To be sure, his lover' moles are always there to be seen.

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I haven't shared what i've written since 2012- so I have no idea how to end this, but yea, if you read this far, I hope you have a nice day ! c:

[abiiors]

What's his name? // R.M.

MINORS DNI!

wc: 2165

warnings: just pure smut, unprotected sex (which I do not endorse) toxic if you squint???? but idk, oral, female reader

‘You looked cosy with him.’ 

His deep voice scares you half to fucking death as you turn round the corner and into the changing room. 

‘Ross!’ you gasp, hand coming up to your beating heart, chest heaving from the sudden spike in adrenaline. 

His eyes follow every movement of your body; the way your hand rests right over the plunge of your sweetheart neckline, the way your chest rises and falls after that first sharp intake of breath. His gaze lingers pointedly on the one strand of hair that sticks to your freshly applied red lip gloss. 

Leisurely, he pushes off the wall he’s been leaning on and walks—no, stalks—toward you with intent. 

‘Who was he?’ he asks again. 

His tone is calm, normal, almost too neutral, but the edge in his eyes and the sharpness of his jaw tip you off. You know this game by now, you know how he likes to play it. And you know exactly which buttons to push. 

‘One of the audio techs,’ you answer confidently, casually. ‘What’s it to you?’ 

‘What’s it to me?’ he repeats and stops right in front of you. 

At his height, he towers over you easily. But if he thinks that’s enough to intimidate you, he’s got another thing coming. You tip your chin up at, look back in defiance. You’ve perfected the art of looking down your nose at him despite being a foot shorter. And it’s the one thing his little ego can’t take. 

‘I was having a conversation with him,’ you answer back, ‘not that you’d know what that is.’

He lets out a dry laugh at the frankly pathetic comeback. His hands twitch at his sides and he lifts one only to grab your chin between his fingers. 

‘Oh, how you wound me, love.’ It’s mocking, taunting. It’s meant to get a rise out of you but you refuse to give him the satisfaction. 

‘Good,’ you give him a sweet, saccharine smile instead and take another step closer. ‘I hope it hurts like a bitch.’

His fingers on your jaw tighten just the slightest amount. There’s barely any space left between you now and whatever remains, crackles like a live wire. 

‘Is that all you do with that pretty mouth of yours?’ His rough thumb comes to rest on your lower lip. With one fluid motion, he swipes it to the side undoubtedly smudging the lip gloss with it. ‘Talk back?’

You lower your gaze on purpose; from his eyes, right down his nose to his lips, then to the hollow of his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs slightly. 

‘Why don’t you find out?’

His smirk deepens at the open invitation. There’s no leaning in slowly with Ross, there are only his fingers that travel from your jaw to your throat and then there is his mouth. Hungry, feverish, sinful. A gasp leaves you at the contact and he immediately takes that opening to slip his tongue inside. 

His hips thrust into yours just as your back slams against the wall. The kisses turn from feverish to burning to scorching hot as his fingers increase the pressure around your throat. His other hand trails up your thigh and comes to rest at the apex, right below the hem of your dress.

‘Parading around my set in that tiny little thing,’ he growls, ‘so fucking needy for my attention.’

Your body goes hot from his words. Because yes, the tiny, plunging sundress was for him, the red lip gloss was for him, the extra sway in your hips was for him. 

‘So what if it was,’ you ground out against his lips, ‘I always get what I want, don’t I?’

He groans deep in his throat and moves his mouth lower. The beard rubs against your jaw, your neck and all you can think of is how good it would feel right between your legs. Your thighs clench subconsciously at the thought and he stills in place. A loud whine escapes you at the sudden loss of sensation and you feel him smile against your collarbone. 

Smug, cocky bastard!

‘Pathetic, greedy brat,’ he taunts, voice rough, ‘tell me what you want.’

‘I want you…’ you say in your sweetest, most simpering voice. Then you place a hand on his chest and push him away. ‘I want you on your knees.’

His grin turns feral at that. To him, it’s a challenge, a game he needs to win. And he’ll be damned if the whole set doesn’t know how pretty you sound when you scream out his name. So he does a mocking bow and sinks to his knees. 

Your core throbs from his proximity and you have to stop yourself from letting out another whine. You already know you’re soaking wet and now all you need is his tongue. 

Ross pushes your dress up with his hands revealing the delicate, lace underwear that’s already soaked through. He eyes it appreciatively as his thumb roughly draws circles on your waist. 

Your knees almost give out from under you when he presses his lips on your inner thigh, grazes the sensitive skin with his teeth. He inhales deeply as his teeth clasp around the delicate lace. A tearing sound echoes around the room and seconds later the pretty underwear falls to the floor in tatters. 

Your hips arch off the wall just as his mouth meets your clit and you moan deeply. He hasn’t even started properly and your head is already spinning. His tongue ghosts over your folds, already coated in slick and you want more, more, more. 

‘Stop being a tease,’ you groan and he hums against you. 

‘Then what would you like me to be?’ His voice is low, gravelly; so close that it sends vibrations skittering down your bones. 

‘I want you to be a good boy and eat me out like a man.’

You look down at him, right between your legs, mouth pink and swollen as it hovers over your cunt, and feel his hand moving from your waist to your ass. He gives it one hard squeeze, lifts up your thigh and tosses it over his shoulder. 

Your eyes roll in the back of your head when he licks a broad strip with his tongue. You already want to scream out his name, scream out a bunch of other obscenities but the door isn’t exactly locked. And the thought of someone walking in on you while you have one leg thrown over his shoulders is enough to shoot a tendril of thrill through you. 

‘Let me hear you scream,’ he commands. His rough beard scratches against the soft skin of your inner thighs and his teeth scrape against your core.

Every movement of his tongue, every time he sucks your clit, every scrape of his beard adds to the already familiar tingling sensation at the base of your spine. And the sound of his name on your lips grows louder and louder. 

‘Oh my god,’ you scream out when he licks another broad strip. And that has him stopping and pulling back. 

Through the mind-numbing haze of frustration, you look down at him. His eyebrows are raised and his expression, cocky. His swollen pink lips, his neatly trimmed beared, glisten with your juices.

‘God?’ he asks with mock confusion, ‘I thought I was the one between your legs.’

You’re too far gone to come up with a snarky response. All you can do really is whimper his name and thrust your hips in his face.

‘That’s more like it,’ he breathes. ‘

The louder you scream, the faster his tongue moves. Your hands are already fisting his hair, they’ve long since escaped his neat man-bun, and your hips roll each time his tongue thrusts into you. You aren’t far away now, you can feel it deep in your bones. 

He grazes his teeth against your core one final time. ‘Let go for me, baby,’ he commands, ‘cum on my tongue.’

That’s all the encouragement you need before waves of pleasure come crashing down. His hands hold you up, keep you pushed up against the wall as sounds of your gasps fill the room. His tongue doesn’t stop moving until he’s taken all that you have to offer him. 

‘Such a pretty mess,’ he tuts as he gets to his feet once again. 

You hold onto the wall to stay upright, look at him through half-lidded eyes. Your gaze travels from his half-buttoned shirt and down to the tent in his trousers. He watches in predatory amusement as your eyes linger on his bulge; wanting more, always wanting more.

‘Need me to take care of that?’ Your voice is hoarse, barely more than a breathy moan but the tone leaves no room for argument. ‘Come here.’

He throws his head back and groans you palm him through his trousers. He must be painfully hard by now; throbbing and ready. And you waste no time in unbuckling his belt, pushing his trousers and his boxers out of the way. 

He presses his hands on either side of your head and shivers as you run a nail up his length. His tip glistens with precum and you feel his cock twitches in your hand. You wrap a hand around his base, pump it once, twice and watch as he moves his hand to wrap it over yours. He makes you apply a bit more pleasure and pumps himself harder. 

‘Need to be inside you,’ he grounds out and you’re already parting your legs, wrapping one around his middle. 

His tip nudges your entrance and he slaps it with his cock a few times. Each time sends another jolt of lightning through your body and then without warning, he pushes inside.

The first thrust is mind-numbingly slow and drawn out, yet your walls still clench around him. 

‘So tight for me,’ he groans, ‘taking me so well.’

He pulls his cock out all the way, almost pulls out but just as you open your mouth to protest, he’s slamming it inside you, thrusting deeper than before. His mouth is hot on yours once again, swallowing the moans and gasps. You can still taste yourself on his lips and the last of your hold on your sanity slips away. 

‘You dream about me, don’t you?’ he asks roughly, puntuates each word with a thrust. ‘I can hear your pathetic little whimpers all night.’ 

When you don’t—or rather, can’t—answer, he grabs your jaw and makes you look at him.

‘Tell me…do you use the pillow while dreaming about my cock?’

You nod frantically, half-crazed and slam your hips into his to match his pace. Images from all your filthy dreams form a slideshow in front of your half-closed eyes.

His calloused fingers in your mouth as he makes you open wider.

His head buried deep between your legs as his beard and his teeth leave pretty marks in their wake.

Creamy thighs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts into you faster and faster. 

Just like how he thrusts right now, erratic and without any rhythm. 

His mouth is close to your ear as he whispers every vulgar, filthy thing that you’ve imagined. Your hips slam into each other, produce the most delicious friction and you moan his name just as he tugs on your hair. 

‘You can cum for me again, can’t you?’ he asks breathlessly, ‘I can feel your pretty little cunt twitching around me, love.’

‘I’m so close,’ you moan, ‘need you to go faster…’

His hands hook under your thighs as he lifts you clean off the ground and makes you wrap your legs around his waist. Suddenly he’s reaching deeper than before, hitting your spongy g-spot just the way you want him to. 

‘Cum on my cock,’ he commands in a hoarse voice, ‘let me feel you.’

And that’s the exact moment you scream out his name and let go for the second time. Your eyes roll so far back into your head that you’re sure you can see stars. He’s not far behind you as he fucks you through every wave of your orgasm and then moans your name as he paints your walls with his own release. 

You pant against each other, still locked together as you feel his cock softening inside you. 

‘What’s his name?’ he asks suddenly and you have to wrack your brain to even remember who he’s talking about. 

Of course, the audio tech, the reason why this started in the first place. 

‘Tom,’ you whisper weakly.

‘Tell me,’ he murmurs against your ear, ‘has Tom ever made you feel this good?’

The way Ross spits his name sends another shiver down your spine but you manage to shake your head no.

‘Why not?’ he taunts.

‘Because only y—’ your words turn into a gasp when he pulls out of you, when his tip grazes your already sensitive clit.

‘Because?’ he prods.

‘Because only you ever make me feel this good.’

[waratah-moon]

America's Sweetheart

Sometimes you need a little distraction before a big night. Pairing: rockstar!Eddie x famous!Reader Warnings: SMUT 18+ (oral m receiving - idk why I love writing it so much)

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Eddie had been in a state of semi-hardness since you’d come downstairs in what he was certain was nothing more than lingerie. You’d assured him it was a dress, but he’d argued back that the skimpy silk gown was something he’d definitely fucked you in before.

“It’s not, Eds. Dior sent it over yesterday,” you checked your lipstick in the mirror hanging by the front door. “Do you not like it?”

“No baby, I love it.” He stepped to stand behind you, his hands running up and down the length of your bare arms as he watched you fiddling with your earrings. “Fuck, I love it, but won’t you be cold?”

You leant back into his chest, tilting your head up to press a kiss below his jaw, “got you to keep me warm, don’t I?” You wiped the light lipstick smudge off his skin with your thumb.

“Damn right,” he grabbed your hand from where it was hovering above his neck and kissed it. “I’ll never get tired of seeing this ring on your finger, but are you sure you want to wear it tonight?”

It had only been a few weeks since Eddie had officially popped the question, and you’d yet to get spotted by the paparazzi with the enormous diamond glittering on your finger. “I think we’ve been in our little bubble long enough.”

“Baby, I’ve been biting my tongue to stop myself screaming that we’re getting married. I’ve been wanting to tell the world for weeks. I can hear it now,” he cleared his voice. “And finally, I’d like to thank my amazing fiancé, Eddie, for waking me up at 5am with coffee and those cardboard tasting protein bars I pretend I love. This film wouldn’t have been made without him.”

You shook your head, your smile soft, “that’s assuming I win.”

“You’re going to win, baby.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Eddie was confident you were finally going to win the oscar, even if you weren’t. You’d been nominated twice before for best supporting actress, but this time you were going for the big one; best actress. 

You hadn’t even realised your knee was shaking until Eddie placed a hand on it, stilling you instantly. “It’s going to be fine. You’re going to be fine.” His hand rubbed up your thigh. The gesture was innocent enough, protective even, but it still did things to your stomach that made you feel things between your legs. You needed a distraction.

“Eds,” you whispered, sliding off the leather seat to your knees in front of him. The back seat of the Cadillac was roomy, and you were suddenly thankful Eddie had insisted on taking a limo to the ceremony over a town car.

“Baby,” his warning was weak as you parted his knees, allowing yourself to settle between them. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I need something to take my mind off the possibility of losing tonight,” your muscle memory kicked in as your fingers unbuckled his belt.

“You’re not going to lose, and even if you do-”

“Do you not want me to suck you off?”

He groaned, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck, pulling your face close to his, his lips brushing over your own. “Can’t say stuff like that to me.”

“You haven’t fucked me in this dress, I thought this would be a good start.”

“Don’t need to convince me,” he pulled his jeans down to his thighs, allowing his cock to spring free from his boxers. “Go ahead, baby. Distract yourself.”

If Eddie died then and there he’d have died a happy man. The sight of you on your knees before him, cock heavy in your mouth was better than anything he’d seen before. It was even better that you were wearing red lipstick and the colour was staining his cock when you moved your mouth along his shaft.

“Fuck baby, you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” he twirlled your hair around his wrist, tilting your head back so he could look into your sparkling eyes. “Taking me so well. That’s it. My good girl.”

Nothing was hotter to Eddie than getting to see America’s sweetheart on her knees for him. In the eyes of the press and your fans you were infallible. Innocent. Sweet. But with Eddie behind closed doors, you weren’t afraid to spread your legs and ask him for what you needed, or get on your knees and suck him dry.

Your eyes began to water, mascara smudging as you fought off a gag, swallowing and sucking him further down your throat. Eddie’s thighs clenched as he shuddered, “fuck do that again.” You swallowed a second time, “Jesus baby your mouth is magic, fuck I’m gonna come. You gonna take it?”

His hand was holding your head in place and all you could do was nod, lashes lined with tears as your palm squeezed his balls. The man was predictable and that had always been his undoing.

“Shit, shit, baby, fuck,” you felt him explode, salty and hot down your throat. Your tongue licking his tip clean as you swallowed everything he gave you.

When you pulled off, he gave you a moment to catch your breath before his lips were on you, licking his taste from your tongue. “Who did I fuck in a past life to deserve you, huh? You’re my most perfect woman.”

“You’re just saying that because I give you head.”

“Nah, I’m saying it because it’s true,” he helped you back onto the seat, passing you your clutch so you could fix your makeup. “I love you so much.”

You smiled, reapplying your lipstick, suddenly feeling like losing tonight wouldn't be the worst thing in the world as long as you had this man by your side. “Love you too, baby.”

Just a small piece that's been sitting in my google docs for way too long. Let me know what you think? I live for rockstar!eds and famous!reader

[suguruplsr]

Virgin Teacher !

✰ ✰ ✰ no it’s not what you think— your boyfriend’s just so uneducated! so you take it upon yourself to teach him what foreplay is. wait, he’s kinda good at it?

,,virgin!satoru x fem!reader , switch satoru & switch ? reader , pet names (baby, pretty/pretty girl) , nipple play , oral (m) , fingering , throat fucking , implied!unprotected , he licked up your cum off his fingers, you swallowed his , no fucking cus i’m lazy <3 , idk

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you and satoru were sprawled on your bed. he had took you on a date earlier that led to you both getting pent up, stumbling in your home with heated kisses that usually never lead to anything more that intimate touches, yet satoru had more confidence in his actions today, lingering kisses that dipped lower than usual, hands traveling higher up your skirt, grinding into your thighs with an erratic pace so you could feel the effect you had on him. “toru— toru!” you laugh, slapping satoru’s chest and getting his attention, making the male reel away from your neck, panting with a love sick daze in his eyes that made you smile. “do you really wanna go that far? jus’ wanna ask before we get too far in..” you whisper, your hands adoring and rubbing over the lipstick that stuck all over his face, which he never minded, even claiming once that he could and will (eventually) go to work with your lipstick mushed all over his cheeks. “yea.. are you okay with that? y’know i never did this before and i just really don’t want you to..” satoru’s stammers disappear within your lips as you pull him, humming against his lips and watching as his eyes close in content.

Satoru’s hands ghost over your waist, pulling you closer over his lap gasping against your lips when your clothed pussy rolls over his hard erection. “sounds so cute..” you pull away with a teasing smile, loving how his face curved into a cute little frown, his eyes squinting. “really?” you only kiss his neck in response, hands undoing his blue button up, and you admit, he looks good in it. yet, the few buttons he’d leave out always seemed to taunt you, the small sight of his toned chest constantly forms a throb between your legs that would never quell until you could stuff your pussy with your fingers when you’d get home.

“you’re takin’ too longgg” satoru pouts, his breath hitching when you suck on right on his sensitive spot, just below his jaw. “and you want to move too fast. this is your first time toru..” you huff, running a hand up the back of his neck, that has him sighing and nearly leaning his head into your hand. the way your hands ran through the small tufts of his undercut, which really needed a new cut, always itched the small part of his brain so good. “but isn't it just penetration n’ all that? at least from the pornos i’ve watched..” satoru’s words has a scoff leaving you, an unamused expression on your face as you hit the back of his head lightly.

“ow! did i say somethin’ wrong?” “of course!” you glare, peeling away his shirt before pushing him down on the bed and straddling him, “so uneducated. having sex isn’t always about that y’know? that’s why you're hard right now.” you chuckle, running a hand down his chest. he looked so adorable, a small blush coating his cheeks as he looked up at you, low eyes trained on yours, and his hands gripping your waist. “then you’re gonna teach me?” satoru whimpers when you squeeze one of his nipples, rolling your hips on his cock that poked through his jeans, listening closely to the sounds escaping him.

“yea. how else are you gonna fuck me?” you tease, grinning and leaning down, placing a kiss on his chapped lips, which he eagerly returned, whining when you immediately pull away and chasing your lips. “i thought someone like you would at least know what foreplay is~ mm, what do you want? hm?” perhaps your smugness has lit something in him, his hands gripped your hips tight and he began dragging your pussy along his chest, holding up your skirt to watch how your panties dampened. “wanna please you. can i eat you out? please?” satoru’s muttering makes you smile, sitting upright and moving his hands up to your shirt.

“you can start by undressing me. then—” he cut you off when his hands, surprisingly cold, play with your nipples that poke through your crop top. moans slipping from your lips as you look down at him with a gaze that had his cock aching beneath you. satoru’s silent, simply watching how you rub more against him just from his hands twisting the small buds, it was amazing how quick you were reduced to small whimpers. “you look so pretty up there..” he chuckles breathlessly, finally rolling up the shirt and watching how your breasts spill out, “no bra?” “the shirt was tight” you huff, nails scratching his chest as you try to ignore how your pussy fluttered from him playfully snapping the band of your skirt against your skin.

“c’mere.” satoru sits up against the headboard, giving a small cute ‘hi’ when he meets eye to eye with you, only to bring one of your mounds in his mouth. “toruu..” your whining provokes him, a hand reaching to roll your neglected nub with he sucked on the other. gripping his shoulders, you were sure he was trying to suck your life force out of you with how numb and sensitive your nipple felt. “i sound cute? nah, you sound better. all cute n’ whiny.. could listen all day..” satoru mumble’s mindlessly, switching and latching his mouth to your other bud. “don’t say that.. s’embarrassing.” you whisper breathy, moaning in his ear when he suddenly grinds his knee into your clothed cunt, the friction has you wetting his jeans, biting your lip as your thighs shake.

“oh, bet ya like that? hehe” satoru grins, he was just experimenting, and he can’t help but find it cute how you were reacting to every single one of his touches. all adorable, wetting his jeans so nastily. sucking off your bud, he gives a parting kiss on the abused nipple before running a hand under your skirt. “y-you’re getting way ahead of yourself..” you mumble, head falling onto his shoulder, you felt like you were gaining a sensory overload from the smell of his perfume. so minty, you think it’s one of yours that you don’t use anymore, maybe mixed with a cologne? you’re not sure. but it clouded you completely, mixing in with the haze you were in.

satoru’s chest rumbles underneath you with a laugh as he moves his leg, holding your thighs open and flicking up your skirt. “so wet~ i must be doing things right huh.” he says cheekily, two fingers running up and down your panties, “move lower toru, too close to my clit— i-if you keep, fuck.” you whimper in his ear, grinding in his hand when he does exactly what you told him not to do. “eh? it sounds like you like it. i’ve heard girls are really sensitive here.” satoru hums, changing positions and lying you down on the bed, quickly moving his head between your legs and laying down below you to greet your soaked panties.

satoru moves them to the side, a low groan leaving his lips at the sight of your juices dripping, “but it can be too much if it’s stimulated a lot. so it’s better to just p-play with the hole..” you stutter at the feeling of his cold breath meeting your pussy lips, legs almost squirming when he plays with the slick, his fingers sliding along your folds, “then is it too much for you?” satoru asks, his husky voice was so close to your cunt, you could feel the vibrations of it. or maybe that was you getting turned on from how attractive he sounds. “a bit.” you mewl. he hums a sound of acknowledgement, his middle finger sliding inside your cunny.

your hand immediately goes down and tugs his hair, eliciting a soft moan from him as his eyes flicker up to you. “not e-even a warning toruu? oh fuck..” your back arches as his finger keeps exploring your walls. and you looked gorgeous in satoru’s eyes, the dim light of the room showing the sheen of sweat coating your body. “sorry baby. but s’okay.. gonna tell me where you like it right?” his words have a loud ‘mhm!’ leaving you, trying you best to not writhe as his finger thrust inside your cunt. then he curls it, hitting your sweet spot perfectly, “right there’s toru! feels so gooood.” your words slur together as he keeps rubbing his finger into that spot, sometimes rubbing the spongy area to feel your pussy clench tightly around his finger.

“i can tell. heh.” satoru pulls his finger out, much to your dismay. you reach down to stop his wrist, only for him to catch yours, “toru, don’t leave me like this.” but your breath hitched when he slid his finger in his mouth, hungrily sucking off and savoring the juices that ran down it. “toru..” you whimper, legs aching to close and rub together, but his arms kept them tucked in place, then he pulls away with a lewd ‘pop!’, “man, you taste good. and who said I'd leave my pretty girl neglected? all wet and horny, just f’me” satoru looks up at you with a cocky grin, moving your hand to play in his hair while he lays his head on your inner thigh.

“wanna make you cum on my fingers first..” he murmurs in your skin, giving a peck on your plump thighs before his fingers met your hole, making you shiver in delight. “you can use two this time..” spreading your legs, you reach down and spread your folds for him, giving him a beautiful sight of your messy cunt. satoru says something along the lines of you being ‘too nice’ before his middle and index finger prods your slit, teasing around it before slipping his finger in. “mmm, d-don’t pull ‘em out yet..” you sniffle. his fingers were just so long, bumping against that small sensitive area you always have trouble reaching. “can i do this then?” satoru purred with a sick smile, his fingers slowly moving in a back n’ forth motion in your pussy as he watched how your face scrunched in pleasure, his pretty bright eyes having a seductive glint.

“y-yes! mhm! just like that— o-oh..” you’re reduced to sweet blabbers, thighs almost clamping around his head, and trembling as he flexes his fingers in your cunt. satoru wasn’t sure if he should watch how your cunt was almost drenched around his finger, or to focus on your cute arching form, grinding all into his hand. “so needy~ you’ll let me make you cum right? please?” he smiles, choosing the latter and looking up with eyes that you couldn’t help but say yes to, letting out a silent scream when his fingers begin pumping you, his thumb ghosting over your previously abused bud to feel your walls clench. “toruuu. keep doing that, gonna cummm” you sob, rolling your hips into his hands as the could in your stomach builds.

“so sexy up there. c’mon make a mess on your boyfriend’s fingers. m’gonna lick it all up when your done too ♡” his words make you shiver, looking down at him with teary eyes, hiccuping when he curls his fingers. “like that baby. i like it j—oh!” satoru listened to your words intensely, suddenly scissoring them and finding that little spongy spot he had already remembered, “yea right here huh? like it right here?” you couldn’t muster up a response as the bullying of his fingers made you cum around his fingers, gushing all over. the twitching of your body gave a good message, him smiling and slowly pulling away his fingers to relish in the taste of your cum and juices.

“m’too sensitive for you to eat me out toru..” your call out meekly, tired eyes looking over at him, who was licking off his fingers like a dog desperate for food. “really? pussy tastes so fuckin’ good too.” satoru groans, playing with with one of your thighs, kissing it before sitting up. “wanna stop here?” the tone of his voice switching into a kind and genuine one that he rarely uses has you smiling, sitting up and kissing him. “just because i said you can’t eat me out doesn’t mean we can’t continue. plus you still gotta fuck me, remember? but i wanna do somethin’ else first..” you giggle, him sitting back on the head board as you sit beside him, palming his jeans. “but baby do you really want to..?” satoru moans, his whimpers being eaten by your sloppy kisses. “yea. you’re so hard satoru. it’s cute.” you chuckle, pulling away.

satoru eagerly rolls down his pants and underwear for you, greeting you with the sight of his pretty cock, long with a balanced amount of girth, the tip leaking with an angry red tint that had your pussy wet, again. “you look scared” he grins, only for you to take his length in your hand, copying what he did before and laying down by his lap, his hand massaging the back of your neck when your head hits his thigh. “i’m not scared..” you were nowhere near scared, if anything, you were just itching to have his cock in your mouth. but you knew you needed to test the waters first. “m’gonna start slow toru..” you mumble, lazily pumping his cock.

satoru’s jaw clenched. he could cum just from this, and it was almost embarrassing to him. well it would’ve been if he hadn’t seen a glimpse of your coy smile, glancing up at him as you teasingly squeezed the head of his cock to see more precum drip down. “fuck. baby please. r-really wanna cum down your throat.” he’s stumbling his words, one of his thighs shaking when you let out an exasperated sigh, tightening your grip on his dick. “since you asked so nicely~” you snicker, beginning to jerk the base of his cock while you kitty licked his tip, giving it a small kiss before going down.

“fuck. y-your mouth is so fuckin’ amazing…” satoru trails off in little murmurs as you bob your head. you could feel his dick twitching violently in your mouth as you sucked him off. you were even a bit worried that it would bump against your teeth. yet satoru’s hand on your neck gestures you to go down further, “just some more baby, you’ll take for me right? you can do it, please?” satoru’s whiny voice makes you hum around his cock, moving your hand away and going down fully on his girth. it should be criminal how his length was so long that it was bumping harshly at the back of your throat, gagging you completely.

satoru’s hips buckled, his hand moving to your hair and lightly guiding your head, you make a sound of confusion when he holds you down further than you can take, “s-sorry— shiiiit. o-oh fuuuck.” satoru’s head throws back as he practically fucks up into your mouth, eyes blurry with tears of pleasure as he still tried to watch as your messy mouth tried to take him. suddenly he feels your cheeks suck in, lips dragging along his cock like a vice. “b-babyyy im cumin. bet you’re gonna look so p-pretty with my cum all on your tongue..” your mouth felt like heaven. there were even little tears sliding down satoru’s face as he spills into your mouth, his thighs shaking as he orgasms.

satoru brings his hands back to your neck, lightly tapping you in concern as your lifted your head up, your watery eyes meeting his. satoru smiles when he sees that you kept his load in your mouth, waiting for him to let you swallow. he pulls you up onto his lap, “open your mouth first pretty.” he holds your jaw, ignoring your small whine of pain from the aching of it, giving him a good sight of the globs of cum coating your tongue. he almost had half the mind to take a picture but decides against it, “you can swallow it now. thank you baby.” he kisses your neck as your hands wrap around his.

it was salty, but you didn’t mind since it was satoru’s cum. “you’re not doing that again for a month.” you complain, slapping his chest and pulling away, glaring at him. “but you liked it. you’re already wet. can smell it..” satoru grins, his hands now getting rid of the flimsy skirt you wore. “ew, don’t say that toru.” you huff, helping him slide down the clothing, only for him to nearly rip off your panties at the sight of them. “hey!” “oh look at this. exactly like i said.” he plays with it like a toy before throwing it on the floor, pulling you in for a deep kiss. “have i been educated baby?” satoru whispers smugly, raising you up on his cock as you hold his shoulders. he slowly slides you onto his cock as you both steal avid kisses to lower your moans. your nails dig into his skin as he fills you up to the hilt, “i guess you’re pretty k-knowledgeable now. jus’ gotta teach you how to fuck.”

virgin satoru thoughts 😋

[honeysuckleharrington]

hi i dont know if requests are open still, but can i request draco x reader where its love at first sight ? and he cant stop thinking about it and finally goes after her, idk i just love draco angsty smut sm smh ily u draco thanks in advance!! love ur work !

— 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 | 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

❛ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ❜

hi!! so sorry i never specified but i don’t write smut however i still tried to make it a little spicy for you!! tysm for the request!! i hope you like it regardless!!

the yule ball wasn’t something you’d necessarily been looking forward to. you’d picked out the perfect outfit and spent much too long fixing your hair, but knowing that you wouldn’t be there with draco made it all feel less than worth it. for weeks, you’d watched him in class or across the table in the dining hall, hoping he would glance your way and happen to ask you to accompany him to the dance. however, when your potions partner malcom pinescrew asked you, you couldn’t say no, losing all hope that draco was going to. you guys barely talked after all, so why would he?

malcom was sweet— he really was. he was in the year below you and tried his best to make conversation. he even bought you flowers from hogsmede, hoping it would win you over. but all night, your eyes were stuck on draco who was across the room, pansy standing very close and laughing very loudly.

“care for some punch?” malcom asked, following your gaze and frowning at the sight of draco.

“hm?” you pulled your focus back to him, trying to shake the image of pansy playing with the lapels on draco’s dark suit jacket from your mind, “um yeah, sure! thanks mal…”

he left you alone and you leaned back against the wall, the stone cold against your skin. you sighed, deciding it wasn’t worth it to be there anymore and making a beeline for the nearest exit. walking quickly down the corridor, you winced at the pain your feet were in from your shoes.

“damn it,” you muttered, biting your lip to fight back tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks.

“y/n?”

you turned around, afraid for a second that malcom had found you running away from him but were instead met by draco whose eyes were practically burning holes in yours. before you could even say anything, he was walking quickly towards you.

“draco? wh-”

he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you up slightly to meet his lips, the other one finding its way to the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair. his kiss was urgent, tasting of spearmint gum. he backed you up against the wall of the corridor, placing a hand on one side of your head, the smell of his cedarwood cologne consuming you. you felt him bite your lip, suddenly.

“ow! what the hell was that for?” you said, pulling away, his face just inches from yours.

“sorry, you just look so good tonight,” he said, placing kisses along your jaw and and collarbones, “i couldn’t stand for another minute that you were there with him instead of me,”

“it’s not my fault you didn’t grow a pair and ask me yourself,” you replied, kissing him again, breathless.

“it’s not my fault pansy wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks,” he said, “you would’ve asked her too just to get her to be quiet,”

“you know you can be really mean sometimes, draco,”

“if i was mean i wouldn’t be doing this right now,” he snapped back, finding your lips again.

“draco,” you smiled into the kiss, pulling away, “we can’t do this here,”

“merlin, don’t be so boring,” he groaned, throwing his head back. “who cares?”

“ahem,” someone cleared their throat loudly from down the hall. you could tell it was snape right away. draco rolled his eyes and looked at you before turning around.

“sorry, professor,” you said, cheeks turning crimson, “we were just-”

“i didn’t ask what you were up to, miss y/l/n,” he said, giving you both a disapproving and frankly, frightening look, “malfoy, either head back to the ball or escort y/n back to her dorm. i wouldn’t want either of you to end up in detention this weekend,”

“yes, sir,” draco said, turning and grinning mischievously at you. he grabbed your hand and began walking in the direction of the slytherin common room, breaking into a run when you two turned the corner.

you struggled to keep up in your shoes, laughing as he pulled you behind him, “wait!” you said, face flushed, gasping for breath.

he stopped suddenly, causing you to crash into his chest, “sorry, miss y/l/n, i wouldn’t want you to end up in detention this weekend,” he picked you up by the waist, spinning you around before setting you down and kissing you again. you laced your arms around his neck, pulling away, and burying your face into his shoulder.

he moved his hands from your waist, one arm wrapping around your back and the other around your neck, pulling you closer, sighing in content at the feeling of your warm skin against his and the sweet scent of your shampoo floating through the air.

you tried to let go, placing a hand on each of his shoulders but his grip on you didn’t loosen.

“don’t,” he whispered, holding you tighter and combing his fingers gently through your hair.

“okay,” you replied, resting your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat slow and feeling how his body relaxed under your touch. you brought him peace.

[specialagentlokitty]

Peter/Chris x reader - stay with you

Hi can you please do Peter Hale (teen wolf) x suicidal reader x Chris argent (or not him up to you) as she tried to get killed/hurt from hunter (after Chris becomes a good guy obviously if you add him) and they like push her out of the way or something and no one gets hurt and like comfort with the two men. Plutonic or romantic idk. Polyamory if you want - Anon💜

TW: suicidal thoughts

You never wanted to be this way, you didn’t ask to become a werewolf, to this creature who was dangerous and a threat to everyone they loved.

You struggled with the thought about it, how it wasn’t normal, how you could hurt someone or worse.

You didn’t want to hurt anyone, and as a werewolf you had hunters chasing you down no matter where you went, nowhere was safe, and it was tiring.

You didn’t want to do it anymore.

You couldn’t do it anymore.

So when helping Peter take down some hunters the thought popped into your head.

This could be it.

Your way out.

You looked at the hunter below you staring at you in utter fear, and you looked around, not finding the other werewolf anywhere nearby.

So you slowly stood up and got down on your knees, sitting on them as you reached out, handing the hunter her gun back.

“Do it…”

“W…what?” She asked confused.

“I… I can’t do it.. I want you to kill me please…

You grabbed the barrel of the gun and put it against your forehead and she put her finger on the trigger.

You closed your eyes, waiting, but release never came, you felt yourself being shoved away and you heard the sounds of a fight.

Opening your eyes, you sat up and watched as Chris stood in front of you, his gun aimed at the hunter as she limped away.

When he was sure she was gone he turned around to face you.

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

You pushed yourself up and avoided his gaze.

“Nothing, let’s go find Peter.”

You walked away and Chris said nothing about it.

You thought he had dropped it, but the moment you three walked over to Chris’ car he brought it back up again.

“Seriously (Y/N) what were you thinking?! You were just going to let her shoot you?!”

“What?!”

Peter spun around and looked at you with an intense gaze.

“You were going to let a hunter shoot you!? Are you stupid?!” He yelled.

“Yeah! I was!” You yelled back.

Both of them went quiet and stood in front of you.

“I don’t want to be a werewolf! I don’t! I was to put an end to this misery but I can’t do it myself no matter how hard I try!”

Tears streamed down your face and you looked up at them, clenching your jaw.

“I hate this life…”

“You don’t have to throw your life away because of that..” Chris whispered.

“Whether you want it or not you can’t change what you are, there’s nothing you could do about that.” Peter said.

“There is! I.. if I could just get the courage I could!”

Peter walked over, placing a hand on your shoulder he quickly pulled you against him, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“Don’t you even think about trying it…” he whispered.

“He’s right (Y/N), don’t even try it. You may not think it but if you died this whole town would fall apart without you.”

“It wouldn’t…”

“It would.” Chris said.

You pulled away from Peter to look at Chris.

“I know you may not have asked to be a werewolf, but you’re not a bad person. You’re still just as caring as ever, you protect everyone. Let us protect you.” He said.

Peter kept his hand tightly on your shoulder.

“We may not get along, but we’ll both sit with you, drive with you, come if you called. I can’t stand anyone else in this damn town but you.”

Peter reached up, placing his hand on your head.

“At the end of the day we can’t change what’s happened, but we can choose what person we’re going to be because of that.” Chris said.

“I don’t want to be this…”

They both sighed and looked at you.

“Then we’re not going to leave you alone, it’s that simple. One or both of us will be with you at all times.” Chris said.

And they kept to that, they both stayed with you, if one had to leave the other stayed, they never left your side.

They didn’t tell anyone else, but they were scared about what you would do if you were left alone.

You clearly weren’t scared of dying and you were more than willing to accept death like an old friend, and they didn’t want to let you do that.

So they stayed with you, keeping an eye on you and keeping you away from any areas where there could be hunters so you couldn’t put yourself at risk again

[lemonsprite]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Why he look at me like that…

Summary: you find that prime sticker ambush time is when Ghost is fast asleep on top of you :]

Word count: idk rn I gotta wait till I can get on my computer 😭

Warnings: N/A ^^

A/N: GOD I LOVE DOMESTIC GHOST EXPECT SO SO SO MUCH FLUFF 😭😭😭

Simon was currently motionless on your lap, his balaclava riding up slightly on his face due to his deep sleep.

If you weren’t able to see the slow rise and fall of his chest you’d almost believe that he was dead.

You’d been reorganizing your giant sticker collection when Ghost had come trudging into your shared bedroom, collapsing wordlessly on top of you and immediately falling asleep without so much as a ‘hello’. It was almost humorous, with the fact he still had most of his military gear on, not even bothering to take it off before coming home.

Simon looked so peaceful, snuggled up against you like that. You glanced at your sticker collection, laying forgotten to the side. A mischievous thought crossed your mind… he’d look even better with stickers covering the entire expanse of his balaclava.

Multiple packs of ‘Hello Kitty’, ‘My Little Pony’, and ‘Care Bear’ stickers later, Simon finally began to stir below you, his mask now beautifully bedazzled with glittery stickers of your choosing.

“Oh fucking hell…” he muttered groggily, his gaze moving from the mirror on the other side of your bedroom to the empty sticker packets scattered around the bed as he picked at a particularly colourful apple Jack sticker stuck to his cheek.

“You Look Great.” You smiled happily, forcibly grabbing his face to plant a delicate kiss against his clothed jaw.

“I look like a fucking baby.” Simon growled, turning away from your hands, attempting in vain to hide the humiliating red flush that began to spread from the tips of his ears to his collar bone, hoping you wouldn’t notice how smitten he was with your words.

“Where on Earth did you even get this many stickers?” He asked with a frown.

“I thought you’d like them…” you dramatically pouted, leaning forward so that Ghost would have no choice but to look at you. “I have a whole binder full of stickers and I used the best from my collection…”

“Your best or your worst?” Ghost asked dryly, unable to hide the little smirk that tugged at his lips once he looked down at you. His gaze traveled from your eyes to your slight pout, oh how he wished to kiss you right now…

Ghost resisted the temptation and instead tried to get the damn stickers off his mask.

“Do you not love me?” You continued to push, swooning dramatically on to the bed so that you were practically on top of Ghost. “Do you not appreciate my stickers…?”

Ghost sighed, knowing he was loosing this battle as one of his hands instinctively began to run through your hair. The other he put to good use, finally pulling off one of your stickers and placing it delicately on your forehead. He smirked watching your pout turn into an expression of utter horror at his betrayal.

You squirmed on top of Ghosts lap, rolling closer to his chest as you groaned into his shirt.

“Stop it! Those are for you!”

“Ah what’s wrong?” He smiled teasingly. “Don’t enjoy getting stickers plastered all over ya’?”

He picked another sticker off of his mask- a sparkly butterfly, the same color as your eyes- placing it on your nose. “Look at you… so beautiful…”

“Stooooooop!” You pouted, the vowel drawing out. You grabbed at Ghosts hands in faux retaliation, attempting to stop him from removing anymore stickers.

Ghosts smirk morphed into a smile at the sound of your frustrated pleading.

He picked up another sticker- a generation three Cherilee- and stuck it underneath you right eye, his thumb delicately tracing the sensitive skin. “There.” He chuckled playfully, tugging at your cheek. “How does that look?”

“These are supposed to be on your mask!” You frowned, sitting up as you crossed your arms in frustration. “Keep this up and I might just have to ignore you for the rest of the night!”

“Oh ho ho~” laughed Ghost, this eyes crinkling at the corners indicating he was smiling beneath his mask. “What are you gonna do? Not hug me? Not kiss me? I’d love to see you try…”

“Fine.” You smirked mischievously. “I won’t kiss you, this is what you get for taking my precious stickers for granted.”

Ghosts eyes widened in mock shock.

“Oh what will I ever do without your lovely kisses!” He pouted sarcastically, playing into your little act before pantomiming a melodramatic collapse on to the bed.

You took advantage of Ghost’s position, crawling on top of him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“ maybe if you stopped pulling off my beautiful stickers I’ll give you a tincy tiny kiss.” You purred, lifting your chin to place your head on Ghost’s chest, staring lovingly up at him.

Ghost chuckled at your words, lifting his arm to take off his mask, revealing his disheveled blond hair. He brought a hand up to your head, delicately tracing your features as he hummed in contentment.

“Deal.” He sighed happily, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Simon.” You smiled against him.

You guys should request something for me to write…….. ooooo you wanna make a request so bad oooooooo