#it’s so distracting honestly 😂

[kdramacrybaby]

I’m sorry, is it not immediately obvious that a roomba dragged her blood around? Like why are they making this a whole deal about a murderer drawing something on the floor when there are obvious wheel tracks???

[madwickedawesome]

im bitchless FOR A CAUSE ok 😤

[aliennooboo]

Saturday morning breakfast in our home:

Me: *infodumping about the making of The Lord of the Rings films*

Bf: *infodumping about the crash bars of motorcycles*

Good morning everyone 😂

[rosicheeks]

I am new to your Tmblr and I’ve been scrolling through your archive and WOW! Your pics are amazing! Your tags are insanely hot! Thank you for your honesty. Thank you for your fantasies!

[vergina-spva]

Buggy, Izou, Shachi, King, Heat.

What color are their undies? Also what kind?

Buggy: red/white striped boxers

Izou: Purple lacey hipsters

Shachi: the most comfortable trunks he could find, either black or white

King: Leather thongs

Heat: commando

[soobnny]

dating him | lee know

❝ come over, the cats miss you ❞

chan | LEE KNOW | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

if he wasn’t a menace before (impossible btw), he sure as hell is now

this man is relentless

teasing as his love language

just loves riling you up bc he thinks ur reactions are so cute

and he smirks a lot too

if he wasn’t so damn attractive, u would’ve wiped that smirk off his face !!!!!

“wait min, i got a text”

“nice to know you have friends”

u hate him 😭😭😭😭😭

he’s such a little shit that he’s even rilling u up during ur dates

like

laser tag games where he kisses you to distract you before taking you out

HE’S SO MEAN

he’d push you against the wall with a sly smirk and you think you won’t fall for it again, but you do

every single time

u should’ve known better

this is lee “resident cheater in all possible games” minho

anyways

he is also an ass lover ❤️❤️❤️

i’m sorry but u cannot go into a relationship with him without expecting him to always have his hand on ur ass in some way

so in short

the trope is giving u thought he was out of ur league but he’s actually a weirdo

so now u’re dating the Weird Kid

(u wouldn’t want it any other way)

his other love language is acts of service

i said in my chan one that minho also gives Chief Hong from hometown cha3

like tell me i’m wrong

man wife #2

he is ur personal handyman

he’s just good at everything

will most probably only do it for u tho

seungmin: hyung can u fix my sink

minho: no

seungmin catching strays 😂😂

you: babe—

minho: what do you need me to do now

he says it in fake annoyance too

but he’s got his tools in his hand already ready to do whatever u want

obsessed i tell u

he drives u around too

if you have an event, a party, a project, anywhere you need to be

he’ll drive u there

he always makes time

AND he picks you up too like shut up

it could be a party that finishes at 2am and he’s just waiting for your call to pick you up

sometimes, you tell him he can just sleep early bc your friend will give you a ride home

when you get home, look … he’s still awake

he’s been waiting for you to come home this whole time to make sure you’re safe

BUT he doesn’t say anything

the moment he sees you’re alive and breathing (and doesn’t need taking care of), he’s on his way to the bedroom to sleep

when u look around, he’s done the chores already

he just does things to lessen the load that u might have u know

if u’re so stressed with anything, he’d silently clean up ur room or bring u food

so u don’t have to think about that anymore

also the best chef in town btw

he likes cooking together

and by cooking together i mean like he does all the work and u just stay there and keep him company

he can’t risk ur clumsy ass injuring urself

comforts u thru his cooking too

would baby u and feed u when u’re sad

his favorite dates with u are quiet, homemade dinners

just likes being with u and u only

away from everyone else

as niki would say, i don’t like anyone except sometimes you

it’s in moments like those that he just unwinds and shows u his softer sides

he’s honestly just so gentle and soft

he looks at u with stars in his eyes

ugh such an attentive listener too

sometimes u think he isn’t listening, but he’s got it all memorized

“yeah u mentioned it on our date 3 months ago”

like damn

anyways, moving on

his pet names for u give olden times

honey, darling, jagi

but also loser, idiot, stupid girl (endearingly)

so u two are giving me old married couple

u’d both wake up early and have coffee or tea together and just talk abt anything

also this is far into the future but like

sneak peek at minho as ur husband

i think u two would be the type to have a garden

like gardening would be ur little hobby

he grows fruits and vegetables

u beg to grow flowers

OK BACK TO BOYFRIEND MINHO

randomly sending selfies thru the day

THOSE selfies

u know what i’m talking abt

forces u to send selfies back

(ur photos are all saved and hidden in his phone but he will never tell u that)

oh u’ve also become his cats’ mom btw

one of ur favorite errands to do is going grocery shopping for his cats

u’d always end up buying them a gift

“u’re the reason my cats are spoiled”

SUUUUUUURE minho suuuuuuure

cat fashion shows

like dress to IMPRESS

(btw idk why but i feel like u could force him to play roblox with u)

he also uses his cats to lure u to visit him btw

“soonie misses u, u’re being a bad mother”

it’s just him who misses u let’s be real

and if ur favorite thing to do with him is cat shopping, his is walking by the han river with you

he loves walking

esp when it’s with you

just a peaceful walk tbh like yall don’t even have to say anything

tho sometimes when he’s feeling playful, he’d suddenly play tag with you

ends with both of u just sitting by the river and looking at the lights and the stars and holding hands or maybe ur head on his shoulder

damn wish that were me fr

when u go home, u watch some variant of a trashy reality tv show together

u’ve basically seen it all

but if anyone were to ask u what happened in those shows, yall wouldn’t know

u two were too busy just making out instead of paying attention

or falling asleep

old married couple i’m telling u

expect to also be dragged into his camping

when he has particularly long days off, he’d propose going camping together

ah, the beauty of warm bonfires and quiet conversations

he’d take good care of you the whole time

like yessss do your job as a man and fix up this entire camping site

and he does

tho, aside from camping, he’d also suggest hiking to take in the view of the mountains and the pretty sky

u’d wake up early on both occasions just to watch the sun rise

in contrast to these very productive activities, sometimes minho also just loves lazy sundays where you just cuddle for the entirety of the day

what more could he want

u and his cats with him

that’s honestly just the dream

good luck cat mom

have fun acting like an old married couple with lee know

he is the dream man

nonchalant to anyone else except u

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[damiansgoodgirll]

this is an odd request so i understand if you don’t want to write it 🩷 but i was thinking what about reader having a night out or movie night with rhea damian and jey and rhea and jey going to sleep together (iykyk) and damian and reader realised that they were doing the deeds as they were sat in the living room and like make their reaction as funny and disgusted as they were 😂 reader being young and platonic would be even funnier as damian acting like a desperate father trying to distract reader from the noise upstairs 😂😂😂

terror twins x reader (platonic) / jey uso x reader (platonic) / rhea x jey

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!

‼️mention of sex, mention of smut, angry damian, general fluff

untraditional movie night

what started as a simple movie night at rhea ended up being the most awkward night of your life. things between rhea and jey were going good, you knew it, you saw it. from the way jey tagged along with you and the terror twins, from the way rhea asked you if she could bring jey everytime you had a dinner night at your house. you honestly didn’t mind, she was happy and after what happened between her and dominik, she deserved to be happy.

so, now, you and damian were laying together on one of rhea’s big comfy couches as she and jey were laying on the other one.

you were falling asleep as horror movies always tired you out. you weren’t a fan and rhea knew it but it was her house, her rules so movie night turned out to be horror night for that week.

next week they would be at your place and you knew you were going to get revenge on her, knowing that she hated musicals, you already knew three or four movies that you were going to show them.

as your eyes closed, damian saw that you were falling asleep so he gently laid your head on his shoulder so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.

he covered you a little with the blanket and continued to watch the movie.

about twenty minutes later, rhea yawned, catching damian’s attention.

“you tired mama?” jey asked to the dark haired woman next to him. she simply nodded “do you wanna go to bed?”

“please…” she yawned again.

“let’s go…” jey helped a tired rhea standing up. damian smiled seeing the way rhea was being taken care of. with such tenderness and grace, love and respect, that he was glad it was over between rhea and dom “damian, you can stay here if you want and finish the movie” jey spoke to damian.

“yeah absolutely. you know where the guest room is if you’re too tired…mi casa es tu casa” rhea tiredly said to damian.

he chuckled “thank you…i’ll finish the movie and then i’ll take princess y/n to bed” he joked seeing how fast it took you to fall asleep “goodnight guys” he smiled, waving at the couple.

they waved goodnight back and moved their way upstairs, where the master bedroom was.

40 minutes later and damian finished the movie but he wasn’t tired. he wasn’t even in the mood to start a new movie but he definitely wasn’t tired. so he started looking for something fun and entertaining to watch and he landed over the big bang theory. he probably saw it fifty times as it was one of your favourite tv shows but he didn’t mind. as soon as you heard the title rolling, you woke up. lifting your head from damian shoulder, you wiped your eyes and took a minute to reconnect with the ambiance you were in.

damian chuckled “do you have a radar or something?” he said referring to the moment you woke up when you heard the big bang theory song playing on tv.

“maybe…” you were still tired but definitely interested in whatever episode damian was watching.

as you two watched episode after episode, a strange noise came from outside - or so you thought.

at first you thought that it was someone of rhea’s neighbours, or some animals outside but the noise progressed, as if something was hitting the wall.

“what the…what is this noise?” you looked up at the window trying to see if there was something going on outside but everything was calm and quiet.

“i have no idea” damian looked at the window too. but then you both heard it, moans, coming from upstairs and not outside.

there was a moment of silence between the two of you. your face was in-between being shocked and disgusted, damian was just disgusted.

“tell me it’s not what i think…” you joked making damian close his eyes and take a deep breath.

“those fucking animals…” he growled. you couldn’t contain your laugh anymore and you bursted out laughing “it’s not funny y/n…they have guests here…don’t you have a little dignity?” he screamed, thinking they could hear him but he was so wrong. in the meantime you couldn’t stop laughing.

“this is hilarious” you laughed.

“no it’s not…what are they? fucking horny teenagers?” damian was mad.

you thought they would be finished soon. but they kept going, almost forty minutes later the noises stopped “finally…” you breathed.

you and damian shared a look. when the noise stopped you both relaxed against the couch, watching the episodes playing on the tv as the rain started falling down. everything seemed back to normality. damian moved the blanket so he could cover the both of you and when you tried to relax against his shoulder, you heard it again.

noises, moans coming from jey this time.

“no fucking way” damian murmured. you hid your head between his shoulders and the pillows behind you. your laughters could be heard through the walls of the house “don’t laugh y/n…you shouldn’t be hearing this things” you knew damian was very protective of you but you weren’t a kid anymore and it wasn’t like you’ve never had sex.

“let them have fun…” you tried to calm him down but he was pissed.

“two adults. two freaking grown adults, not teenagers. couldn’t they keep it in their pants for one more night? wasn’t rhea tired?” damian was like a desperate father with fifteen kids, always trying to keep the group together and grounding you in case you all needed it.

you laughed, smiling at damian’s reaction “damian calm down…please”

“stop laughing” his deep voice only made you laugh harder “kid…” he sounded annoyed but deep down you knew he could never be annoyed at you.

“is he calling her mami?” you tried to focus on what jey was saying to rhea but his moans were low so you couldn’t really understand.

“i don’t know. i don’t care. i don’t want to know…” he said grabbing the remote and putting the volume higher.

“she definitely called him papi earlier…”

“y/n please! go back to sleep…” he sounded desperate and you loved teasing him like that.

“oh i’m definitely gonna tease the both of them tomorrow…” you already knew that both rhea and jey would be so embarrassed by the idea of you hearing them but you couldn’t care less.

“how long is this gonna take…” damian raised his look up to the white ceiling and pretended to look everywhere to distract himself.

“he gotta be pretty good if they keep going…” you whispered but damian heard you and he was clearly disappointed by what you just said.

“really?”

“i’m guys saying…”

“no y/n, please don’t say anything” he growled. you tried to keep your mouth shut but you couldn’t stop laughing, not when rhea kept calling jey ‘papi’. you tried to focus on the show playing on tv but the whole rhea and jey routine was hilarious to you and annoying for damian.

it took four full episodes of the big bang theory for them to bed done, without counting the hour prior. when you found peace you fell asleep back on damian shoulder, letting the rain be your lullaby. damian spent the night watching tv, not getting much sleep as he was still shocked at the events of the night.

around seven in the morning he woke up and made some coffee - he much needed it. almost twenty minutes later the delicious aroma of coffee mixed with pancakes and bacon woke you up. you felt your stomach growling and you followed the perfume to the kitchen where you were met with a grumpy damian.

“not a word…” he whispered when he saw your little smirk.

you nodded, not hiding your smile and you poured yourself a cup of coffee.

rhea and jey met you in the kitchen about thirty minutes later and they both had the biggest smiles on their faces.

“good morning” jey smiled at the both of you. you returned his smile while damian ate more pancakes to avoid any weird conversation.

“did you sleep good?” rhea asked waiting for you to answer.

“uhm…yeah, you?” you were so in for teasing her.

“we did thank you…” she smiled as she sat next to damian.

“i can imagine that…” damian mumbled making rhea and jey look at each others.

“oh jey, right there…” you teased her, trying to replicate her voice. laughs filled the kitchen when you saw rhea’s cheeks getting redder and redder.

“you guys didn’t hear us, right?” rhea asked a little embarrassed.

“we heard everything, mami…” you teased her once more before damian shot you with a death stare, just like an angry father.

“oh god…” jey was embarrassed but not as much as rhea was.

“i guess you had fun…” you winked at her.

they were both speechless, trying to find words but couldn’t find none.

you were sure it was going to be an interesting morning with an angry damian and an embarrassed couple.

[moni-logues]

Haircut

Pairing: Boxer!JK x reader

Genre: pwp/smut but honestly it ends kind of cute uwu

Summary: Watching Jungkook work out, coupled with that new haircut, gets you so hot and bothered, you don't make it home before you have to do something about it

Word count: 2.5k

Content: car sex therefore sort of semi-public but they aren't seen, unprotected sex

A/N: so.... JK's live sent me insane and Jess said 'Thirteen Rounds drabble?' and now here we are. You don't actually have to have read Thirteen Rounds to read this but, honestly, I'd recommend it because I actually think it is quite good lmao. Y'all have this little bastard to thank for all of it 😂😂😂 and yes that is the picture I've chosen and I'm sticking with it!!!!!1

You leant on the doorframe, watching Jungkook train, still not over the novelty of being able to. 

After a lot of soul-searching and debating and to-ing and fro-ing, he had decided to part ways with his now-former coach (you cheered only inwardly because you knew how hard a decision it had been for him). You liked his new coach; his new coach liked you. His new coach let you inside the gym; his new coach let you sit in on training.  

You knew as well as JK did (and much better than his new coach did) that you would be a distraction if you sat and watched a whole session but sometimes you liked to show up just a little early when picking him up.  

You watched him from the door as he grunted and whined his way through another set of inchworms. He looked about ready to collapse when his coach asked him for one more. He cried out and you giggled to yourself as he nevertheless walked forwards on his hands into a plank, panting noisily, groaning as he pushed himself back towards his toes. His T-shirt long abandoned at the side of the room, he was glistening with sweat, his muscles rippling as he worked. You couldn’t not think about his hand around your neck, the salty zing of his sweat when you kissed his skin, all those noises he was making now but making them only for you, only in the effort of fucking you like you wanted, like you needed. Like, he said, you deserved. 

It gave you pause sometimes, how much, how badly you wanted him. Still. All the time. Your friends thought you were crazy, a horndog outlier on the normal distribution of sexual appetite which you had to admit seemed true, but you hadn’t been that way until you’d met Jungkook. No one had ever wanted you like he did, as much, as badly, as all the time as he did. He was all-in from day one. That’s just who he was: he gave all of himself to everything that he did; everything meant everything to him; he was burning up, all day and all night, an eternal fire of keen passion, of relentless energy, of an unstoppable drive.  

And the way he fucked you. You couldn’t say no. Couldn’t turn it down. Couldn’t live without it. It was months ago now, that month off, that painfully long stretch of time without him, and you still felt like you were making up for it.  

His coach finally told him it was over, he was finished, and he collapsed in a sweaty heap on the floor. He rolled onto his back, starfishing, his chest heaving, his hair in his face. It looked different. You knew he was getting it cut before training (a decision that made no sense to you, since it was now, already, dirty with sweat and whatever grime it was picking up from the floor). You couldn’t quite tell what it was going to look like. 

He’d been growing it out. It was the longest you’d ever seen it. You liked it. Liked to run your fingers through it when you were trying to get to sleep at night. Liked to wrap it around your fingers when his head was between your legs. He liked that, too.  

As he sat up, his back to you, you were relieved that he hadn’t taken any length off. That relief evaporated in an instant when, having put his T-shirt back on, he turned around and you saw what he had done. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered to yourself, swallowing hard.  

Jungkook’s eyes widened when he saw you. 

“Baby!” he cried, his arms thrown wide as he approached.  

He wrapped you in a sweaty hug, holding you as tight as he could, rubbing his sweaty head over yours. 

“Ew, stop it! Stop it!”  

You swatted at him and he giggled, pulling back but not letting you go.  

“You love it.” 

You could only nod as you reached a hand up to brush over his hair, the front cut short above his eyes. He closed them and scrunched his nose; you saw a tiny blush creep onto his cheeks and you wanted to scream with how badly it made you want him, right there, right that second. 

“Do you like it?” he asked.  

“I-” you started and had to stop, clear your throat, tell your heart to slow its roll for a second. “Yes, Kookie, I like it. I like it a lot.”  

You raised your eyebrows and bit your lip.  

“You do?”  

You had to look away, take a momentary break from his huge, sparkling, puppy-dog eyes, from his little hopeful smile and, fuck, that haircut. You tightened your grip on his shoulders. 

“Yes, Jungkook, I do and if you don’t let me take you home right this second and show you how much I like it, I might literally die.”  

He trailed a hand up your side, a sneaking smirk on his face. 

“Is that right? You like it that much, huh?” 

“Yes, now let’s go.” 

He laughed and walked back for his bag, taking his sweet time, walking as slowly as he could, stopping to tie his shoelace. 

“Jungkook!”  

* * * 

You sat at a red light, grateful that it was late, that it was dark, that people couldn’t see you, flushed and antsy, fidgeting in your seat as you tried not to break every single speed limit on your way home.  

Jungkook was not helping. He hummed along with the radio with his hand on your thigh. Mostly just resting there, occasionally letting his fingers wander higher and higher. You wished you had worn jeans, or something thicker than leggings, so that when he gently dragged a finger over your aching core, you wouldn’t feel it so much, it wouldn’t make you squirm in your seat, your mouth wouldn’t drop open in a silent gasp, your clit wouldn’t throb.  

“Jungkook,” you breathed. 

“Yes, baby?” he replied, looking like butter wouldn’t melt. 

“I mean it. I am literally going to die if you keep teasing me like this.” 

Jungkook removed his hand from your crotch and hummed thoughtfully. He brought up the navigation on the screen and started punching in an address. 

“Just follow this,” he said when he’d finished.  

You’d have done anything he asked you at that point. The streets were familiar to you, but you couldn’t work out why Jungkook was taking you here. You pulled into the empty car park of a retail estate, the shops all closed hours ago, lights off.  

“You have reached your destination,” intoned the satnav. 

“Um, this is a car park.” 

“Yeah, my love, go over there.” 

He pointed towards a dark corner, where the streetlights didn’t quite reach. You manoeuvred the car into the space, put it into park, and turned the engine off. Jungkook unclipped your seatbelt as he unclipped his own and then he barrelled into the backseat. He patted his lap. 

“Come here, you.”  

Sex in the car wasn’t exactly what you’d had in mind but any inhibitions you might have had, any hesitations about fucking somewhere so public, where anyone could see were drowned out by the desperation you felt, the desire bordering on hysterical. You might have got out and fucked him against a shop window if you’d had to. But you were glad you didn’t have to. 

You straddled Jungkook and took his face in your hands, not wasting a second more. You crashed your lips together and the spark ignited. You rolled your hips over his and gasped to feel him already hard beneath his trousers. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your open mouth, moaning as his hands disappeared inside your T-shirt. You were hot all over, shivering under his touch. He unclasped your bra and you ripped your top off, letting your bra fall with it. When he dipped his head to suck your nipple into his mouth, you whined, dizzy with need, shaking with it, your hips still rocking against his clothed length. It had been twelve hours since he was last there, beneath you, on top of you, inside you, but that might as well have been a lifetime. Your need eclipsed everything else. You weren’t thinking with your cunt; you weren’t thinking at all. You were aching, wanting, lusting, dripping. You were a siren screaming Jungkook’s name, wailing into the dark night for him and him alone.  

“I need you, Kookie- fuck. Please. Fuck me.”  

He hooked his fingers around the waistband of your leggings and tugged them down. You separated so you could pull them all the way off, so Jungkook could lift his hips and remove his trousers and boxers. You pushed him backwards, so he was lying on the backseat, and climbed back on. You took his cock, all heavy-heat and velvet-rigidity, leaking already—how much, how badly he always wanted you—and slid yourself along it, your arousal sticky-sweet and all over. He was coated in your juices, slick as you wrapped your hand around him and settled yourself over him, lodging the tip in your entrance.  

Jungkooked hissed as you lowered yourself, his hands gripping your hips, his mouth falling open as you took him in, every inch. You sat, him full inside you, this pressure and pleasure spreading, aching in your cunt and your clit, your hips and your thighs, too. You couldn’t bear to move, didn’t want to lose this feeling, didn’t want the emptiness to return even for a second.  

“You ok, baby?” he asked, tipping his head to look at you, cocking it to the side. 

You nodded, eyes closed, one hand ghosting over your clit, not really touching, not really not.  

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I just want to stay like this for a bit.” 

“Ok.” 

He ran his hands down your thighs, back up to your hips, and you luxuriated in it. How he fit you, stretched you, felt made for you. The radiating heat and stickiness of his dried-sweat skin. The softness of his touch. The things he whispered to you, how you felt so good, how much he loved you, loved to fuck you. When he moved your hand aside and pressed his thumb against your clit, you jerked, the direct pressure suddenly too much when you had been craving it for so long.  He lifted his thumb away and then returned it, slowly, gently, rubbing circles over you.  

You cursed and tipped your head back, looking skyward, as you felt everything in you pull together, the tension white-hot, the pleasure barbed, the heat bubbling and roaring. Your hips began to move, your clit chasing his touch, your cunt fluttering around his cock. Jungkook groaned and he gripped your hip with one hand, stilling you so he could take over. He braced himself carefully, one foot on the seat, one on the floor, and directed you upwards, the drag of his dick against your walls enough to make you whine. Then he held you there, his tip still clutched inside, and began to thrust, hard and fast.  

You scrabbled at the ceiling of the car for purchase, weak suddenly as he fucked into you; where he found the strength, you’d never know. He had not twenty minutes ago been collapsed on the gym floor; you knew you’d be collapsing soon if you couldn’t find something to grip, something to hold your body up. Jungkook pushed harder with his thumb, rubbing rougher circles now and you fell forward with a quiet cry, leaning heavily on his chest. He huffed and paused and you tried to catch your breath. 

“Don’t stop, please.”  

He chuckled breathlessly and held still, lazily tracing your nipple with his finger. You whined. 

“Please. I’m literally begging you, Kookie. Don’t be mean.”  

He didn’t answer except to slam into you, once, hard. Then he dragged himself slowly out and did it again. The new angle had him squeezing tight past your g-spot with every thrust. It had you seeing stars. It had you digging your nails into his shoulders. He kept at it, torturously slow, and you were begging, again, pleading with him for more. 

“Kookie,” you cried, using all your strength to lift yourself up to look in his eyes.  

They were black, sparkling, a galaxy of mischief as he sucked his lip ring into mouth and bit his bottom lip. You clenched tight as he dragged himself out and the smirk tugging at his lips fell, faltering. He whimpered softly, accidentally. 

“See, Kookie? You want it, too. Please. Please. More. I need more. Oh- Fuck, please.”  

Your fingers twisted around the hair at the nape of his neck and you tugged as your face fell into the crook of his neck. You pressed your lips against his salty skin, dragged your tongue up the column of his neck and felt him shiver beneath you. He groaned and then gripped you hard with both of his hands on your hips. He sped up. Faster and harder. Pistoning into you with gasping grunts of effort, his jaw tight, his hair sticking to his forehead. Yeses tumbled from your mouth. Yes and thank you and words that were no longer words, little moaned vowels and consonants stuck in your throat. 

You slipped a hand between your bodies and picked up where Jungkook left off. Your cunt spasmed at the lightest touch on your clit and Jungkook’s grunt was broken and high-pitched as you squeezed him, vice-tight and slippery. Words and breath all strangled, tangled up in pleasure as you began to shake all over, Jungkook crying out loud, your name over and over again, how good you felt, how good you were, how close he was.  

A rush of heat and gush of arousal. A twitching trembling in your legs. A shaking stuttering in your heart. A screaming, careening ecstasy. Rapture.  

A numb, tingling weakness after a fusion of strength and force. A warm body, yours; a warm body, his. The ratatat-tat of your hearts against each other. The ocean rush of your breath, heaving, panting, gasping.  

“So you really like my new haircut, huh, baby?” 

You whined, feeling boneless and shivery but hot all over. You reached one hand up with a groan and tugged at a forelock.  

“It’s dangerous, my little oreo. You are dangerously fucking sexy. I don’t know how we’re going to get home. I don’t even know how I’m going to get dressed. I can’t feel my legs.”  

Jungkook kissed the top of your head and pulled his hands under his head with a satisfied sigh. He used to think you’d get tired of him, sick of him. Because everyone else did. No one could ever keep up, no one ever wanted anything as much as he did. Too much. He knew it was too much—he was too much. For everyone. They told him to stop and calm down and get over things, tone it down a little, take a breather. But not you. He was never too much for you. You always met him there. You kept wanting him, so much, so badly, even after all this time. He was never too much, for the first time in his life.  

[cheonstapes]

😝 omg I absolutely loved the way u wrote spider barbie!!! Thanks again so much!! 💕✨

If it’s not too much of a bother, I would like to send in another request lol. 😅 (unless there’s a limit on how many requests can be sent, I completely understand 😊)

I would like to request Miguel O’Haraxfem!Jessica rabbit inspired reader. She’s the most beautiful & generous spider woman across the multiverse, which makes sense since she’s also the most desired among the spiders. Maybe one day she’s hanging out w/ her friends (Miles, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr, & Peter) at the spider society cafeteria when everyone in the group could be discussing their Valentine’s Day plans. Until they decide to ask her if she has a date or any upcoming plans (The spider gang not knowing she’s already married to Miguel 😂) When asked she just zones out and has flashbacks about all the multiple dates her and miguel went on throughout the multiverse, including the spicy times they shared together~ 😉

When asked again, she lets them know tht she’s already in an established relationship w/ Miguel; which makes the spider gang’s jaws drop bcuz even though miguel is a good looking guy they can’t understand how a ray of sunshine like her ended up with someone as serious and angry like Miguel 😂

The spider gang could ask: “What do u see in tht guy?!?!” 😱 Spider-reader: “He makes me laugh..😏”

Thanks again! 😊🙏🏻

miguel o'hara stars in... 'WAIT...YOU'RE ROGER RABBIT?' (°ロ°) !

a/n ~ i absolutely love jessica rabbit, girlboss, she's so hot. TYSM for this request my love!!!! there's never a limit ( ` ω ´ ) send as many as you want bby 💗 i went a little overboard but this was so fun to write!! ALSO ITS MIGUELS BIRTHDAY!!

summary; it's valentine's day at hq, and everyone can't help but wonder why you're still single.

pairing; miguel o'hara x reader

wc; 2.3k+

cw; FLUFF!! SMUT!!, secret relationship, pining, no one can believe you n miguel are together, loss of virginity, m!masturbation, pillow fuckin, fleshlights, miguel fucks an ai you, first time, established relationship, reader is very popular, day dreaming abt miguel (real), they're just in love, nawt proofread - crying over this

valentine’s day at hq was always fun - for you least.

every year since you joined the spider society it seemed like the gifts would multiply - what stared out as some cute cards and a couple boxes of chocolate eventually turned into bouquets of roses, teddies, gifts, and even declaration’s of love. it was all flattering, honestly. to know that so many people admired you was a great feeling, even if you can’t reciprocate - it’s the sentiment that counts. but unfortunately you were already spoken for - by none other than your own boss, your fiancé, miguel. 

having started with such a beloved reputation was one of the main reasons your husband-to-be actually avoided you at first. it was like you had your own personal fan club - spiders’ following you around where you go, people offering to by you lunch, begging miguel to put you on a mission with them, showering you with compliments. you were really irritating to him, another distraction he didn’t have the time to deal with - not that he wanted to anyway. well, that was until he did. 

gradually, he started to notice how your eyes would light up when you’d see something you like, how you’d wear that one perfume thats scent would linger a bit too long in the air, ages after you’ve already sped off down the hallway. he warmed up to you eventually, leading to you two spending a lot more time together. little dates in the different universes, him picking up a little souvenir for you on missions and you doing the same - eventually leading to you two moving in together, and then him proposing. keeping you two’s relationship a secret was a decision that you both had to make, considering how popular you were and that miguel’s your boss. so every valentine’s day, you both celebrate together privately in miguel’s nueva york condo - exchanging gifts and kisses, drinking till you fall asleep in each other’s arms. this year, however, was a little different. 

hiding a relationship isn’t the easiest thing in the word, especially at a time like this - when all you want to do is pounce on your fiancé every time you see him ’n kiss him till you’re both breathless. it was getting tiring. it’s the day of love and you can’t do the one thing the day is about, love someone. you’d both send lingering glances at each other throughout the day, sneaky touches when no one’s looking, maybe even a few quick make out sesh’s in miguel’s office. you both knew you wouldn’t make it through the rest of the day, eventually separating as you sat in the canteen with some of your spider-friends - ones miguel wasn’t very keen on eating lunch with, leading to him retreating back to his office alone. 

the table was buzzing as everyone mentioned their plans for the day - miles taking gwen to his universe on a little day out that he swears isn’t a date, pav and gayatri going to her new movie, peter and mj having someone babysit mayday so they can go on a long-overdue date, and hobie - well, he doesn’t believe in valentine’s, i guess. you so badly wanted to join in, silently chewing on your ’spider-man 2099’ themed burger. your fiancé was basically everywhere, how can you not miss him - even if he’s just a couple minutes walk from you. it was bittersweet, to say the least, to listen to your friends so passionately- 

“hey, y/n, any plans this year? please tell me you’re finally dating someone.” the sudden voice made you jump, eyes widening as you look at the culprit, a sly smile on her face. “uhhh, n-no not really.” that was a lie. the whole table groaned their complaints, all still in disbelief that you’re still not seeing anyone. “you serious? love, look at you - and look at them.” hobie gestures to the crowd forming behind the table, all of them holding some sort of gift for you - some more…extravagant than the rest. “there’s no way that you can’t find someone, babe.” i mean, technically, he was right - you could practically get anyone you wanted. but, you already got what you want, and that’s miguel. 

he’s your everything. despite the turbulent start you both had, it was all worth it in the end. miguel loves like you’re his last - which you are, and his first too - in all aspects. hearing your boss was a virgin was even more shocking then him admitting his feelings for you - cause, like, how? you tried so hard not to laugh, he couldn’t be serious. it turns out he was very, very, very serious. you felt so bad, running up to him and holding him tightly - reassuring him that is was ok, that there was nothing wrong with being a virgin no matter his age. you took it slow for the first few months, nothing more than heated kisses and a bit of groping but it never went further than that. to be honest, you were scared. miguel was nothing short of impatient to feel you, to finally sink his cock into you after centuries of you denying him of that. you knew, of course, how desperate he was - but it was a big deal to you. the thing was, you were a virgin too. it was too sudden to mention so you went with keeping it a secret, but damn was it getting harder to not give in. the thought of him leaving after fucking you was at the forefront of your mind, you obviously knew he wouldn’t - but men are still men, right?

when he did find out, it went a hell of a lot better than you expected it to. both of you deciding to take your time learning each other’s bodies, exploring new likes and dislikes, discovering new kinks, and overall - strengthening the love you both hold for each other. your first time was magical. it was exactly three years ago now, on valentines day, sprawled out on miguel’s plush, king sized bed.

“f-fhhuck, feels so good, baby. are…are you doing ok, sweetheart?”

he was so attentive, making sure you felt as comfortable as possible, constantly asking if you’re feeling alright. it couldn’t have been more perfect. miguel’s large frame engulfed you as you sat in his. lap, his body pressed against the headboard. holding you close, he guided your hips slowly against his slick cock, the stretch momentarily caused a sharp pain to run through your body - miguel soothing you with sweet, wet kisses down the side of your sweaty neck. his large hands roamed your body, gripping your hips, waist, gently kneading your ass. the room felt hot, sweat mixing together as your hips move in tandem with his own - it was a prime example of love making. breathless kisses were shared, lips slotting together sloppily as you rode him eagerly - you were such a sight on top of him, a goddess sent just for him. “mig- baby, you’re so- shit, you’re so perfect.” no, you were perfect. soft skin pressing against his solid body, tits rubbing on his - slick running down his length. your moans were like a chorus of angels singing down to him, his heart almost pounding out of his chest from the love he feels for you. 

sharing a moment like this together was a turning point in your relationship. giving each other your virginities, connecting in a way you will never experience with anyone else - you were made for each other. his hips sped up, slamming into your sore cunt as he wrapped his arms around your waist. digging his feet into the soft sheets and pulling your hot body into his, lips latching onto your jaw. you still couldn’t believe he was a virgin before he met you. the way he moved, the way his tip would hit that one spot deep by your cervix, the way his thick fingers would caress your aching nipples - he had to have had some sort of experience. but the truth was, miguel had little to no sex drive. not feeling compelled at all to even rub one off, he was too busy after all - trying to keep the multiverse in tact. that all changed when he met you. suddenly, in his 30 years of living, did he have his first wet dream - and it was about you. 

he felt like a teenager again, learning things for the first time. watching porn for the first time was something, spending hours looking for a woman who looks somewhat like you - much to the interest and concern of LYLA. this was very serious to him, knowing that he would eventually fuck you - he would spend all his free time learning how to please you properly. tutorials, articles, and just plain amateur porn were his best friends. he would practice with his pillow, even buying a fleshlight to stick between it to just make it a little bit more realistic. at one point, he felt like he completely lost it. spending months learning how to fuck you wasn’t making him feel any better, he didn’t feel like he really knew how to please you. so what did he do? he made a holographic version of you, of course!

programming it to be exactly like you, using your measurements from when he made your suit to get your body as accurate as possible. it wasn’t really you, but it was good enough. he still had to work out the kinks but he was getting there. he ditched the porn completely, using ai you to progress instead. fucking an ai isn’t as easy as you think, but it was enough to help him figure out what positions he wants you in, even what ones you’d like statistically. miguel never did end up telling you about it, keeping ai you locked away in a secret folder. he was no stranger in letting you know how obsessed he was with you, but this was just embarrassing to him - and knowing you, he would never live this down. but don’t worry, LYLA’s always here to remind him time and time again. 

miguel was never the same after he lost his virginity to you - he became insatiable. it was like a switch flipped in his brain and suddenly he was always horny for you, quickies in his office becoming daily occurrences. speaking of quickies, you could feel his cum from earlier pooling in your panties right now- 

“yn? YN! is she- is she ok?” oh…you were at lunch still. everyone at the table was staring at. you with raised brows, silently intimidating you into spilling what you were so engrossed in to the point where you missed the whole conversation. you obviously weren’t about to tell them you were just thinking of their boss fucking you into next week, like come on - think about the kids, guys. “i…i, uh- it was nothing really. sorry about that, just zoned out for a sec.” it was something, someone as a matter of fact. you might as well tell them, what’s the harm in it? you’re only gonna get absolutely bombarded by everyone and anyone in hq but that’s the least of your worries. the table had seemingly moved on, chatting about their plans again before you jumped in - “actually, i do have plans.” that certainly got their attention. all eyes were on you, even the crowd still lingering behind perked up at your comment, leaning closer to hear what you had to say. 

“me ’n miguel were just gonna stay ho-“ 

“MIGUEL?!”

gasps. that’s all you could hear. everyones jaws were dropped, blinking their eyes at you like a bunch of frogs. “what? am i not allowed to spend time with my fiancé-“

“FIANCÈ?!”

it’s like every time you spoke it got worse, the table erupting in shouts of disbelief - it was getting difficult to speak over them, the constant questions being thrown at you were overwhelming to say the least. you weren’t obligated to explain yourself, love is love - even if it’s between someone as lovely and sweet as you, and someone as moody and feral as miguel. you guys made it work and that’s all that matters! someone else had something to say on the matter though, the commotion prompting miguel to emerge out of his cave and head straight to you.

“as i was saying, he’s my fiancé, we always spend valentines together. miguel is a great guy. yeah, he’s an asshole - but you just gotta get to know him.” you’re not wrong, miguel certainly seems to agree. the table went silent, staring up at his figure looming over you. “i don’t appreciate you guys harassing my wife. now, if you have no further questions - we have plans tonight, that don’t involve people prying into our privacy.” you spun around in your seat, looking up at him sheepishly. his eyes seemed to warm up at bit, a large hand reaching out to you - one that you immediately take. he held you close to him, interlocking your fingers tightly as he addressed the table. “and…our wedding is next year. you’re all only invited ‘cause she wanted you guys there. do not disappoint her.” with that, he turns on his heels, dragging you along with him - he didn’t want to deal with them anymore, not when he had the rest of the day to spend loving you instead. 

“baby, y’sure you’re ok with everyone knowing about…us?” that was a stupid question. of course he was, you’re his - and he’s yours. “you’re about to be my wife cariño, todo el mundo necesita saber que estás fuera de los límites - ‘specially that fuckin’ fan club of yours.” he was such a big baby, pouting like that. “oh my god! you’re jealous of a bunch of kids who have a little crush on me, babe. ‘sides, i think it’s quite cute - i got so much chocolate this year-“

“throw them away, i’m getting you all that and more.”

-cariño, todo el mundo necesita saber que estás fuera de los límites - sweetheart, everyone needs to know you're off limits

-the miguel figure on my dresser says hi!

[nocasdatsgay]

So Where Do I Start?

Pairing: Eris x F-Reader | Rating: E 🌶️| Eris POV

Word count: 2256 | one-shot | Read on Ao3

Summary: You aren’t fully comfortable with your post baby body and Eris is not having it.

CW: an off screen baby, post baby body, insecurities, sex

A/N: I’ve never had a baby but I do have body issues 😂 there is also a part where Eris thinks about how much he basically missed the intimacy- don’t misconstrue it as him needing sex. I worried when I wrote that. If enough ppl like it I’ll post it on ao3 🫣 I put it on ao3

No tag list for this one cause I don’t want to subject ppl to baby content if they don’t want it 🫣

Eris had been flirting with you all day. You’d asked around lunch what had gotten into him and honestly he didn’t have an answer. Maybe it was the fact you’d both gotten decent sleep, your babe finally being at a point where they could sleep through the night. Maybe it was the fact things had slowed down for him, having finally caught up with paperwork and meetings now that he’d returned to focusing on high lord duties after the weeks spent helping with the baby.

Or maybe he just loved you. Which was nothing new.

Of course when you both got into bed, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Soft kisses deepened and he pushed up your nightshirt, determined to pull it off but you shoved at his hand. He pulled away immediately, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“Do you want me to stop?” He whispered. Gods, it felt like it might kill him but he’d do it.

“No.” You didn’t look him in the eyes. “I just, I don’t want,” your voice trailed.

“That’s not exactly reassuring.”

Your gaze met his. You frowned at him. He frowned back. He tried to think of what was bothering you. It had been a few months. Recovery from birth was one of the longer healing processes even in high fae. It was highly possible you weren’t ready despite Edith stating you’d healed up perfectly a month ago. Just because you were cleared didn’t mean you were ready.

“I can wait,” he added. “I am more than happy just keep kissing you.”

“No.” Your eyes widened. “No, I want you. I do. I just. Maybe just leave my shirt on?”

He frowned again. “My love, we talked about this.”

And you both had. He noticed immediately when you started staring too long in the mirror and when you changed up your style of clothing. It took him weeks to convince you to bath with him again, to let him see you fully nude in a neutral setting.

“I know, but this is different.”

“How is it different?” He chuckled and you pouted at him. He sent his love through the bond hoping you’d forgive him for laughing.

“What if- I just don’t think I can handle it if, you know.” You bit your lip and looked away.

“If what?”

“If you- gods Eris you’re such an ass, don’t make me say it.” He grinned at you and it only flustered you more. “What if I kill your mood?”

He blinked, his own eyebrows raised up. “As if you haven’t smacked me several times already in the past month because I have gotten handsy in the bath.”

“That was different,” you protested. “You were just playing.”

He let his voice drop low and put his hand back on your shirt when he replied. “I never play with how much I want you.” He could smell your arousal spike back up. He made sure to lower hand and trace his fingers on your thigh. “Let me show you. If you still don’t believe me then we’ll stop and I’ll go to sleep in the study. Do we have a deal, my fire?”

“Gods you don’t play fair,” you said breathlessly.

“Whatever do you mean?”

He’d already distracted you enough to get his hand farther up your thigh, the shirt inching up with it. He reached your hip, his fingers running over your infernal underwear.

“Can I?” He asked, hooking a finger on the band.

“I don’t know. Can you?” You smarted back.

He looked you straight in the eyes when he replied, “I can and I will.” Then he set your underwear on fire, ensuring it only burned the fabric away and not your skin.

“Eris!” You yelled and pushed up the bed in shock.

“Hush, you’ll wake the baby, love,” he chuckled and used his magic to clear away the ash.

“You set my underwear on fire.” You hissed.

“I did. And I’m about to set that shirt aflame as well if you don’t let me take it off you.” He grinned.

“Fine. But if you can’t get it up, I am cutting your cock off and stuffing it down your throat. Then I’m murdering you.” You hissed and tugged up the nightshirt to pull it over your head.

“I love it when you're feisty.” He purred, his eyes immediately wandering down your body as you tossed the shirt off to the floor. “Where would you like me to start?”

“Start?”

You tried to cover yourself but he was not having it. He crawled over you, grabbing and pinning your arms by your head. He watched in real time your pupils dilate, your eyes going near black.

“I said I would show you how much I want you,” he leaned in and brushed his nose against your own. “So where do I start?”

For once he’d rendered you speechless. Good. He didn’t need you arguing with him when your opinions were clearly wrong. Especially when he let you go and sat up to look you over again. The mother truly blessed him by putting you in his path. He made sure to push that down the bond and smirked at your cheeks darkening.

“I know these are the babe’s favorites.” He whispered. He traced a finger around your breast. “It’s wrong of me to say this but I do enjoy it when you pull my hands up your top.”

“Eris,” you hissed.

“It’s true.” He grinned. “You get my warm hands pressed against your sore breasts and I get to hold you.” You blinked at that confession. “My mate, did you think I had nefarious reasons?”

“I thought you just liked to touch my breasts.”

He shrugged, “what is that phrase my brothers keep spewing when they cheat at cards? A win is in fact still a win?”

You rolled your eyes. He continued moving his finger down your sternum and traced around your stomach. You frowned.

“Despite how you feel, I do love how soft you are now.” His fingers moved around to your side and traced your hip. “And how wide your hips are now.”

“I don’t. I had to buy a whole new wardrobe. That was expensive.”

You then yelped and jolted as he moved over you, putting one leg between your thighs to wedge him apart.

“As if I care about the cost. These hips carried our baby.”

He leaned in and kissed the valley between your breasts. His left hand cupped your right breast when he kissed down your chest again. He could feel you relax under him and grinned against your stomach. He maneuvered himself so he could switch and cup your other one against his heated palm.

“I swear that’s all you're good for,” you teased, placing your hand on top of his. “Male hot stone.”

He slid down further and nipped his teeth at the skin above your belly button and he felt you tense again. He knew you hated how soft your stomach was and how the skin there was still recovering from being stretched to accommodate your child. He’d spend the rest of his life convincing you it was a blessing if he had to. Because it was.

“This beautiful belly of yours,” he kissed your stomach, “made our perfect babe. That was all you, my fire.”

“I know.” You didn’t sound convinced.

Eris knew it would take time. Even if he was impatient, he wouldn’t argue with you. He learned a long time ago that only made you stand firm in your thoughts. Instead he pressed more open mouth kisses along your stomach, pulling his hands away to loop his arms under your thighs. He didn’t miss the way you gasped or how your scent sweetened. He definitely didn’t miss the humming want you were pushing in through the bond. He rolled his hips into the bed like a fuckin youth just to relieve his own tension.

He wasted no more time, eager to get his mouth between your legs. He pulled your legs apart and peppered kisses on the inside of your thighs. You were still tense; something he had not encountered since the first time you were together. Despite your apprehension, you were still wet for him. He tried not to be smug as he put his mouth on you and your body relaxed in his hold.

He moaned as he licked up your center, your taste and smell overwhelming him in the best way. It was almost muscle memory, his tongue moving against your already swollen nub in a way that had you grabbing him by his hair. And by the cauldron, did he miss your hands in his hair.

Eris had planned to take his time. Take you apart slowly and remind you how much he loved you. Your body had other plans. You rolled your hips against his face, and he sucked and licked harder. He didn’t even get his fingers in you before you moaned and arched on the bed.

“Fuck,” you muttered as you came, panting and yanking his hair as he worked you through it. You had enough when you pulled him up.

He laughed. “That’s a record.”

“Is it?” You were still gasping.

“You really know how to stroke a male’s ego.” He sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Maybe we should take breaks more often.”

“Insufferable.” You muttered.

“I’m about to be even more insufferable,” he said with a sly tone.

He made certain you were looking when he rolled his pants down, his length springing free and curving up on his stomach.

“Still doubt me?” He smirked and stroked himself.

You groaned. “Fine, I believe you.” Despite your tone you gave him a loving look. “Now hush and come fuck me.”

Eris kicked off his pants and crawled over you. There were no words exchanged as your legs fell open and he seemed to settle in place with ease. You gasped when he reached in between you both to guide himself into your slick heat. He groaned almost too loud when he bottomed out into you and stilled.

By The Mother he missed this. Being so close to you; being physically connected to you. The bond between you both tight, filled with love and passion. He laid there for a moment to savor it. He kissed you deeply and used his hand to bring your leg up farther on his waist.

He pulled away and leaned his forehead to yours. “I swear I’d put another baby in you right now if Edith wouldn’t kill me.”

“I think I would kill you.” Your tone was amused rather than annoyed, thankfully.

“And what sweet death it would be,” he muttered.

He kissed you again and propped himself up on one of his arms. The shift alone felt like lightning shooting up his spine. He realized at that moment he shouldn’t have laughed at you for coming apart so quickly. Eris groaned and cursed when he rocked his hips.

“Know how to stroke a female’s ego.” Your laughter faded into a moan; Eris thrusted into you a little harder.

You were both mostly silent after that. Eris’s mouth was preoccupied with kissing every inch of your face and chest he could reach. You were biting your lip when he wasn’t kissing you so you wouldn’t get vocal and wake the baby. He could feel you plateau through the bond, both of you just enjoying the feeling of being together in this way again.

He finally moved up and put your leg up over his shoulder to let him dive into you harder. You sighed and he felt your pleasure spike through the bond. He tried to not be smug about it. He reached his hand between you and rubbed his thumb gently in time with his thrusts. He grinned at how you mewled.

“Can you come for me again, love?” You nodded. He was close himself, his breathing haggard. “Will you do that for me? Come with me.”

It took a few moments before you arched off the bed again and flooded the bond with your pleasure. He groaned coming right behind you, but not stopping until you stopped pulsing around him. He dropped your leg and damn near collapsed on top of you.

Eris pushed himself off you with a groan, still catching his breath. “I think I need to start training again.”

“Overwork yourself?” You giggled “I think that’s just your age showing.”

Eris bit back a retort. After a moment he reluctantly moved off the bed and muttered he would get you a towel. Sleepiness was creeping into his bones while he cleaned himself off and wet a hand towel for you. He grabbed his pants off the floor where he tossed them and before he returned to bed, he peered into the nursery. Your babe was still fast asleep.

It seemed you were also sleepy when he crept up to the bed and saw your eyes closed. He made sure to heat the towel with his hand before maneuvering it between your legs and cleaning up the mess he made. You inhaled sharply but only blinked at him. He incinerated it once he was done.

“You’re so dramatic,” you grumbled at him.

“But you love me,” he said and leaned in and kissed you again before crawling into bed.

“That I do,” you muttered and scooted over to him so you could cuddle until you both fell asleep.

[juyeonszn]

I WANNA TIE THE KNOT

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.70k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, established relationship, it escalates pretty fast ngl, fingering but there’s honestly no real foreplay, u tie hyunjae up with ribbon, dry humping, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap besties), cowgirl position, marking lowkey, scratching, hyunjae is a master at pillowtalk, creampie :P

SUMMARY that coquette bow trend on the internet really isn’t for the faint of heart. at least, that’s what you think when you decide to do it with hyunjae.

MORE 😂😂😂🔫 anyway. i actually wrote this in one sitting. in one night. bc i was insatiable for the coquette trend after a Very Passionate discussion with @kimsohn and @zzoguri <3 delusional sapphics 1, 2, and 3 back at it AGAIN! if u noticed, all 3 of us wrote something involving these godforsaken bows. this fic was a long time coming seeing as i wrote it a month ago but i remembered it was valentine’s day so,,,, here u go! pls dont forget to reblog if u enjoyed <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr @sunwooverse @kimsohn

“Can we try this?”

Hyunjae raises an eyebrow at you when you shove your phone in his face, scooting up higher from where you were laying on his lap. He watches the video with mild amusement. 

“You want to tie a bow around my bicep?” He asks you, as if your request was so far-fetched and out of the ordinary. He had nice arms, he’d look cute with a ribbon wrapped around it. The whole coquette vibe matched well with his pretty face. 

“Yeah, why not? It’s a cute trend. And at least I’m not suggesting the one where I tie your mouth shut,” you rest your cheek on his chest, blinking up at him with hopeful eyes. “Please, Jae? For me?”

It’s a little comical when you physically see the war waging in his head. He wants to decline, thinks the idea of you putting one of your ribbons around his fucking bicep is kind of stupid, but he could never say no to those eyes. Lee Hyunjae was a weak, weak man. 

So he agrees. 

Next thing he knows, you’re filming him flexing with the cute little bow on his arm to post on your social media. He should feel silly, standing still so you can record the perfect shot, but he doesn’t. You look so cute with your tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth, he feels his mind straying from the original plan. 

He wraps his arms around your waist when you go to edit the video, preparing to post it publicly. You squirm as his lips make contact with the sensitive spot below your ear, kissing tenderly and sweetly. “Jaehyun….”

Your warning tone does not dispel his efforts to distract you, the tips of his fingers dipping below the waistband of your sleep shorts. The pads drag along your hip bones while his mouth travels lower on your neck, nipping at the soft skin visible beneath your top. “Yes, my love?”

“Don’t fucking ‘my love’ me right now,” you whine, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to the surface. “You know what you’re doing.”

“Is it working?” Hyunjae teases, thumb applying the slightest amount of pressure on your clothed clit. “Are you gonna let me fuck you with these pretty bows on?”

The groan you release is guttural, because god your boyfriend knew how to turn you on like a damn light switch. Your eyelids flutter shut and your head falls back on his shoulder, phone slipping out of your grasp and onto the floor. His finger moves in tight circles on the bundle of nerves, cupping the rest between the apex of your thighs. Fuck, he was starting to get the better of you. 

“Y-Yes, but on— mmm— on one condition,” you force yourself to stay steeled, keeping your voice as stable as possible. 

“And what is that?” Hyunjae nibbles your earlobe, teeth grazing the shell and sending goosebumps all over the expanse of your skin. His ring finger presses up on your entrance over your dampened underwear, making you clench around nothing. 

Oh he was a dead man. You were going to make him pay. 

“You w-wear the ribbons,” your breathing hitches. “Let me— let me tie you up. I’ll make it worth your while, Jae. P-Promise…”

He halts his motions, like he’s contemplating your words carefully. It’s not like much would change, to be honest. Hyunjae would still be the one in control after a certain point. You just wanted the excuse to bind the smug motherfucker for once. And to keep the bows on him, but around his wrists this time. 

Hyunjae retracts his hands from your shorts to remove his shirt, the heat radiating against your back from his bare torso. Your chest heaves up and down as you watch him climb back to the head of the bed, sweatpants low on his hips. It takes a whole fucking lot of self restraint not to jump his bones then and there, but you manage, straddling his waist so you can tie his wrists to the bed posts with your pink satin ribbon. Your hands are shaky, like your breathing, but he doesn’t point it out, letting you have your fun. 

A low grunt escapes his lips when you pull on the fabric, ensuring it’s tight enough to hold him still but loose enough not to leave a mark. It doesn’t help that he can feel you pulsating through your sleep shorts onto his abdomen, his muscles contracting underneath you. 

You aren’t really sure if you can even keep up your own act, grinding down on his lap like a bitch in heat. It’s embarrassing how easy it is for him to work you up without so much as touching you. You knew if you didn’t stop now, you’d dry hump him until you were a quivering mess, fully clothed and all. Hyunjae knows you’re needy, too, the corner of his lips quirking up. 

“Can we— god— can we just s-skip the foreplay?” You whine into the crook of his neck, hooking your fingers into his sweatpants. “Want you inside me already…”

“Of course, baby, you know I’ll never say no to you,” he coos, mouth finding yours to kiss you slowly, gently, passionately. 

You push his pants and underwear down in one go, using your feet to kick them away so you can undress yourself as fast as possible. Your desperation is too strong to pretend it’s not there, so you give into your own carnal desires. Hyunjae hisses when your cunt hovers over his cock, so slick that it doesn’t take long for him to slip inside completely. 

Every time you have sex with him, you feel so full, the weight of his cock so deep in you that you see stars well before he’s even moved. You support yourself with a hand on each of his shoulders, lips still molded with his as you begin to bounce meticulously. Your moans are muffled with his kiss, practically impaling yourself on his dick. 

Your hips roll experimentally, throwing your head back with a drawn out moan and your nails clawing down his chest when he hits that particular spot inside your pussy. Hyunjae lets out a sound akin to a strangled moan, wanting nothing more than to get his hands all over your body so he can fuck you six ways to Sunday. 

He bends his knees to make it a bit smoother for you, relishing in the way you’re losing yourself to your pleasure without him having to do a single thing. You’re just rutting against him at this point, legs beginning to give out this early. 

“Don’t— mmm— Hyunjae, I can’t— ‘s too much,” your speech is already slurred, words blurring together and making hardly any sense. 

“Let me get out of these, baby,” he tugs at the ribbons. “I’ll fuck you so good, my love. I’ll give you— fuck— what you want.”

You nod frantically, not trusting your voice to say anything remotely coherent. Thankfully, Hyunjae takes note of the lack of strength you currently have, not expecting you to untie the knots on his wrists without struggle. You watch with heavy lids and he pulls harshly, tearing the satin binding him to the bed frame. So much for them being secure…

Your top half collapses into his chest and he grasps at your waist roughly, having half the mind to flip you over and pin you to the mattress. Instead, he presses up into you, slow at first so he can regain his bearings after being tied up, and then he’s bucking up into your pussy like a jackrabbit. 

“Thought you could take me—“ he cuts himself off with a groan. “Thought you could take me all by yourself like a big girl, huh?” 

Whining in response is all you can do, almost on the verge of tears. The sounds of your cunt sucking him in, squelching echoing around the bedroom, are nearly enough to knock you over the edge. The coil in the pit of your stomach stretches more and more, teeth sinking into his collarbone and marking up his supple, sweaty skin like it was your day job. His blunt nails dig into the fat of your hips as a means of grounding himself, holding back from finishing before you because you were his top priority. 

Your nimble fingers sneak between your bodies to massage your oh-so-sensitive clit, ring and middle digits working at double their usual speed. Hyunjae stares at you with hearts in his eyes as you try desperately to get yourself off. He thinks you’re gorgeous every second of every day, but for some reason, you look fucking breathtaking right now. 

“My pretty girl, taking it like a champ,” he grits his teeth. “You love when I fuck you like a pornstar, don’t you?” 

It’s when he connects your lips in a kiss so sweet it puts all the others to shame and so polar-opposite to the filth the two of you were committing, that you cum without warning, velvety walls constricting around his cock. Your head is empty and your vision goes white for a moment, static ringing in your ears. He follows immediately after, moaning into your mouth as he does so. You swallow the noises while your breathing stutters, the sensation of him filling you up with all he can give blindsiding your senses. 

You stay sandwiched together as you both calm down, tired and achy from such strenuous activity. When you stop to think about the cause of these events, you snort until it morphs into an uncontrollable laughter. (Then you wince because Hyunjae’s dick was still inside of you.)

“What’s so funny?” He furrows his eyebrows, making no effort to move. 

“That fucking bow trend led to one of the best orgasms of my life,” you’re still laughing, chin on your hands, which are folded over his chest. “It’s so stupid.”

“The bows are cute. Maybe you should let me try tying you up with them next time.” Hyunjae pecks your forehead, running his fingers through your hair. 

“Trust me,” you giggle, a yawn threatening to push past your lips. “There will definitely be a next time.”

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

I loved your new Patrick Zweg fic Want, now I’m picturing him telling Art that he got her pregnant that night in the hotel and Art seething about it 😂

Thank you sm!!!!

Art wouldn’t like that at all. He’s already mad that they’re together so he definitely wouldn’t be happy hearing that especially if he lost to Patrick:

Art was heavily distracted after the conversation with Patrick in the steam room. He couldn’t shake the image of Patrick fucking Y/N out of his head. Tashi was super annoyed that Art was distracted. She didn’t care what it was about, she just didn’t want him distracted. Patrick on the other hand was hoping that what he said to Art got him going. Y/N had no idea that Art felt this way and she honestly thought that Patrick was just happy that they were trying for another kid, which he was but this whole Art being jealous of him thing was adding to that. Patrick smirked at Art as the got on the court. Art’s nostrils flared as he stared at his once best friend. Art looked over at Y/N and saw her with their kid. Damn he would give anything to be in that position with her. Tashi could feel herself shaking with anger as Art kept missing and not hitting the ball. She already knew that his distraction was Patrick’s wife but she told him not to let her distract him. He needed to win and he didn’t listen. Come to the tie break everyone was on the edge of their seat. Y/N praying that her husband would win, Tashi praying that Art would win. But Tashi’s fear came true and Art lost. He lost to Patrick Zweig. She wanted to scream in anger but held it back. The blank look on her face gave it away. Y/N cheered and ran on the court to her husband as the crowd cheered for him. She kissed him and it made Art want to puke. Art didn’t care that he lost, he cared that Patrick had something so good in his life and that he wouldn’t. It was all over the news for weeks that Patrick had won, everyone was talking about. Tashi wouldn’t even look at him. He sat watching TV with a blank stare as once again the news about Patrick winning over him played. He rolled his eyes and sighed. He reached for the remote to turn off the TV but before he hit the power button he heard and saw his worst nightmare: Patrick Zweig’s wife Y/N Zweig is expecting their second child. He glared at the screen as he saw the headline. The headline that shouldn’t be there, none of these good things should be happening to Patrick. He clicked the TV off and cursed. He would forever be in regret that he didn’t take her while he had the chance.

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: did i start this fic in february? yes. is it now july? yes. is canes bash andrei timeless? also yes. 😂 genuinely this fic gave me so much difficulty and i could not get it finished in a timely manner for the life of me. but it’s here now and also serves as a chance to look at the pictures of andrei from the bash including my favorite with those giant ass fingers 🥵 ANYWAY, enjoyyyyy 😘

tw: semi-public sex, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, nipple play, bossy and slightly mean andrei, mild choking,

word count: 5.7k

summary: during the canes bash, andrei steals you away for some private time

“Next year, I’m suggesting a boy toy auction,” you say, a little tipsy, gesturing towards the stage with your drink, “you know, like in One Tree Hill?”

Nykki, Gracia, and Amy look at you briefly and then burst into giggles. “Oh, could you imagine?” Amy says around laughter. “They’d hate that.”

The live auction continues, the crowd cheering as the price keeps going up. You sip at your wine, “poor winners would end up with a day on the golf course.”

“Who do you think would go for the most money?” Nykki asks. The three women share a look before chiming simultaneously, “Andrei!”

You snort a laugh and then jolt when you feel a large, warm hand on the nape of your neck. Andrei crowds at your back, his body heat enveloping you. “You called?” He jokes, thumb rubbing softly against your skin, making you shiver. “What were you talking about?”

The other three women, traitors all of them, smirk but don’t reply, leaving you to respond to your boyfriend. You don’t know what possesses you to answer honestly, maybe the alcohol, maybe the warmth of Andrei’s big body behind you. Whatever it is, you blurt, “how much money you’d go for in a boy toy auction.”

Andrei’s fingers still against your skin and the girls widen their eyes at you, Nykki lifting her hand to her mouth to muffle a laugh. You wince and sip at your wine, cheeks flushing with heat. Andrei’s thumb taps against the side of your neck and he hums lowly, the sound practically vibrating against your back when he steps in closer to you. “Boy toy?” He repeats, fingers tightening gently around the back of your neck.

You let out a little squeak, arousal flooding between your legs. It’s suddenly very hot in the arena. “Mhmm,” you manage to hum, completely distracted by Andrei’s hand on your neck. God only knows what your face is doing because Nykki shoots you a wicked grin, looking almost sympathetic for your plight.

Andrei clicks his tongue and leans in, his face appearing in your peripheral vision. You can see his mouth curl up in a little smile before he says to your friends, “I’m going to steal her, if that’s okay?”

All three laugh and wave you off, talking over each other as they tell you to have fun, don’t do anything they wouldn’t do, don’t get caught. You roll your eyes at them as Andrei leads you off, using his hand on your neck to guide you towards the other end of the covered ice. The fabric of your dress swishes around your shins, your heels clicking along the floor as Andrei’s pace picks up slightly.

“Too fast,” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear you over the music and general chatter.

“Not fast enough,” Andrei says back, amusement in his tone. “Barely saw you tonight, solnyshka, missed you.”

His fingers are hot on your neck, his chest bumping against your back as he crowds you towards the photo booth set up for the fans. You’re interrupted as you go, fans stopping Andrei every few feet for a picture or to chat. His hand slides from your neck, between your shoulder blades, stops to rest in the curve of your lower back where the calloused edges of his fingers catch on the silky fabric of your dress. He chats with fans, friendly, but reserved, keeping you within arm’s reach. You step in occasionally, offering to take pictures for the fans, smiling and chatting too, even as arousal is pooling low in your stomach, heat dampening the crotch of your thong. When you’re at his side, Andrei’s fingers dance lightly over your lower back, making you shiver and your nipples pebble under the silk of your dress.

You just hope it’s dark enough that no one notices.

Eventually, Andrei’s hand is more insistent on your back, making excuses to step away and get you back on your previous path. His hand slides down to cup your ass, squeezing and massaging your flesh. You clench around nothing, inner thighs damp and slippery.

“Andrei,” you mutter his name in what you were hoping was a warning tone - you don’t want pictures of your PDA on social media and the Canes Bash is as public as it gets, with fans taking pictures of everything - but ends up coming out breathy and whiny.

“Shush,” he leans forward and presses a kiss to the hinge of your jaw, gripping more of your ass in one large hand. A strangled little groan slips past your lips and all you can focus on is Andrei’s little laugh in your ear and the way his hand is bunching the fabric of your dress up. You know the fabric is going to be wrinkled, but you can’t seem to find it in you to care when the old school photo booth comes into sight and you realize what Andrei’s plan is. There’s a little bit of a line for both the old school photo booth and the open plan photo wall, so Andrei settles you in the line, wrapping his arms around your front and resting his chin on top of your head.

He strikes up conversations with the fans around him, personable and funny, while holding you against his chest. Your ass presses against his groin, the bulge of his cock hot through your dress.

It’s more PDA than Andrei is usually comfortable with, especially at a work event, and you wonder just exactly has gotten into him. He sways a little as he’s chatting with another couple, hips thrusting forward with his movement. Your brain is going a little fuzzy, static hissing between your ears with each graze of his cock against your ass. You’re faintly aware that phones are pointed in your direction, a hazard of being with Andrei, and you duck your chin a little so your face isn’t necessarily front and center in any photos that are taken.

Andrei shuffles behind you, pushing you closer to the photo booth for your turn. “Look beautiful tonight, solnyshka,” he murmurs in your ear, kissing the side of your head. “Can’t stop looking at you when you’re not next to me.”

His words warm your entire body from the inside out, a soft giggle slipping past your lips. The casual flirting never gets old, no matter how long you’ve been together. You bring your hands up and hold onto his forearms, fingertips tracing lightly over the cuffs of his button down and suit jacket. “Looking pretty handsome yourself, Mr. Svechnikov,” you murmur quietly, pressing a little kiss to his exposed wrist bone.

Andrei’s body warmth heats your own skin and the scent of his cologne fills your senses, a blurry haze of lust and alcohol making time move strangely. Before you realize it, Andrei has you manhandled into the photo booth, the curtain pulled shut behind your bodies, and the button pressed on screen to start the countdown.

The screen flashes, taking a picture at the exact second Andrei’s hands on your hips force you down into his lap, the thick ridge of his erection nestling between your legs. Your eyes widen at the contact, a little gasp punching out of your lungs when you settle and feel how hard he is. “Oh!” you murmur, subconsciously grinding your ass back against him, stomach fluttering and arousal soaking your thong.

Andrei’s laugh at your back is low and gravely. “Smile,” he says, one arm banded around your waist, keeping you pressed firmly over his erection, his other hand sliding up your side and over your breast to rest at the base of your throat. His fingers curl gently, applying light pressure just as the second flash nearly blinds you.

“Andrei,” you rasp, arousal swirling in your stomach, cunt throbbing. Someone could accidentally slide the curtain open at any second. Someone is going to see the photo strip before you can snatch it.

Two thick fingers tap on your lower lip and you open your mouth automatically, conditioned to know what Andrei wants. His index and middle fingers slide past your lips, his thumb tucked under your chin. Your tongue curls around his digits, saliva already pooling in your mouth. Andrei hums a satisfied little noise against your bare shoulder, his fingers thrusting shallowly in your mouth. A shiver runs down your spine, nipples pebbling painfully.

A third flash, your eyes wide and lips wrapped securely around Andrei’s fingers. You catch a glimpse on the preview screen, Andrei’s face is only visible from the bridge of his nose and up. But you can feel the satisfied smirked curve of his lips against your skin. The arm around your waist tightens and you don’t know if you bounce on his lap of your own accord or if Andrei is the one shifting your body over his clothed cock.

A wet spot has to be forming on your dress’s fabric where it’s tucked under your ass.

Your body heats up, hottest where Andrei’s cock is nestled between your legs in the curve of your ass. And then all at once, the fourth flash and a cool draft of air on your right breast, your nipple an unbearably tight point as it’s exposed to the cool air of the arena. Andrei’s fingers are hot against the side curve of your breast, holding the fabric of your dress so you’re exposed to the camera. Your eyes are wide, lips clamped tightly around his fingers, a hiccuped gasp trapped in your throat.

“Andrei!” You hiss, finally coming to your senses, his fingers falling to your chest, leaving a wet trail of your saliva as they move to circle your nipple. He pinches the nub and you hiss again, fresh heat pulsing between your legs. His lips find your bare shoulder and his teeth nip your skin before he presses a kiss to the same spot. “Someone…” you breathe, finding it hard to manage a full sentence with Andrei’s fingers working over your nipple. “The photos…”

His chuckle vibrates through your chest and you shiver, pressing your ass into his groin.

“I can feel how wet you are,” Andrei’s voice is teasing. “You want someone to see, don’t you?”

You whine his name, embarrassingly wet for him and he knows it. His teeth scrape over your heated skin and with one last tweak of your nipple, Andrei stands, forcing you back onto shaky legs. His chest is solid against your back, cock still pressed tantalizingly to the curve of your ass, a brand against the silky fabric of your dress.

Andrei kisses the side of your neck, fingers groping at your chest while he pulls your dress back into place. You’re covered again, but just barely, the fabric slightly out of place and your pointed nipples blatantly obvious through the fabric. There are little wet spots from your saliva on the fabric and you exhale heavily when Andrei’s tongue darts out to lick over your pulse point, heartbeat kicking into overdrive.

You need him, desperately.

He laughs and murmurs softly, “how fast do you think I can make you come?”

The small space of the photo booth feels even smaller and you whimper, “very,” much to Andrei’s amusement.

“Let’s test that,” he says, one huge hand landing on your ass cheek and guiding you out of the booth with a firm press. You can’t even begin to imagine what you look like, too hot and probably lightly debauched. Thank god your lipstick wore off hours ago or it would be smeared all over your chin. Andrei smiles and nods at the people waiting and he snatches the strip of photos smoothly from the little well.

He looks down at the strip, a smug little smile pulling at his mouth. You try to look too, to see if the grainy film can capture just how debauched you feel, but Andrei clicks his tongue and tucks the photos into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

“Ah,” he grins at you, “these are just for me. When I miss you on the road.”

You nearly stamp your foot, the pleasure coiled in your stomach waning to a dull throb, and Andrei catches sight of the pout that’s forming on your face before you can fully deploy it. He catches your chin in between his thumb and index finger, middle finger curled under your jaw, and dips his head low so he can whisper in your ear. “Be good, solnyshka. Maybe I let you take your own photos later, yes?”

Your stomach flips and fresh heat makes your head dizzy. Andrei smirks at you, knowing what effect his words have on you, especially when you turn into him, leaning your entire front against his side. Your hands trail over his back and stomach, just above his belt, and you look up at him from under your eyelashes. His stomach muscles contract under your touch and you grin. “I was promised an orgasm,” you murmur against his shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his body when he snakes his arm over your shoulder and holds you close.

“And you’ll get one,” Andrei laughs, pinching your wrist in his free hand when you slide it up his chest, fingers reaching for his jacket pocket and the photo strip hidden within. You whine and Andrei squeezes your wrist just a little bit tighter. “So impatient,” he kisses the side of your head and leads you off, around the crowds and down the tunnel to the locker rooms

“Andrei,” you frown to yourself as he leads you down the dark hallway, the noise of the Bash getting quieter. People definitely saw you leave and head this way. You’re not even sure if you’re allowed to be back here, in off hours. But Andrei’s hand is warm on your ass, heat seeping through the fabric of your dress, and he gives you a little squeeze.

When you look back at him, you see the faint smile on his face, the way his eyes are trained on you.

“I won’t let anyone see you,” he promises on a low laugh, knowing what you’re worried about despite the thrill that runs up your spine at the thought of being caught. “You’re all mine, remember. No one else gets to see how wet your little pussy gets for my cock.”

A little gasp is startled from your mouth at Andrei’s words and the low, rough tone of his voice. You barely notice that you’re inside the locker room now, surrounded by the stalls, until Andrei’s hand slides up your back and comes to rest in between your shoulder blades pushing gently, guiding you further into the room.

“‘M not letting you fuck me in here,” you mumble, thighs slipping against each other as you walk. “When’s the last time it was cleaned?”

Andrei laughs, clearly surprised by your comment, his mouth falling open so you can see the spot where his tooth is missing when you crane your neck to look back at him. He presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, murmuring, “not here, we’ll go to training room.” His fingers dip under the fabric of your dress, raising goosebumps when the calloused tips of them trail over the notches of your spine. “I want to bend you over the table.”

“Oh,” a little puff of air slips past your lips, your mouth curling up in a smile. “I very much want to be bent over a table.”

You giggle when Andrei’s hand clamps down on the back of your neck, a surprised little shriek slipping out when he wraps a strong, thick arm around your waist and holds you to his side, legs dangling a few inches off the ground and swinging with his long strides into the training room. Your hands clamp around his forearm, clit throbbing and arousal dripping down your thighs. You just hope your dress isn’t wet, otherwise that’ll be an embarrassing return to the party.

Before you can blink, Andrei’s body is hot at your back, one broad hand pushing between your shoulder blades to bend you at the waist over one of the padded massage tables. Your body obeys easily, forearms crossed under your chest, propping you up slightly, your back arching. Andrei’s hand glides a hot path down your spine and then there’s cool air on your overheated skin, the fabric of your dress gathered in Andrei’s hands and bunched up at your waist.

He curses lowly in Russian, the rumble of his accent making your cunt clench and your hips cant backwards, searching for him. “Gorgeous,” Andrei mumbles, draping his chest over your back, kissing the bare expanse of your shoulder blade at the same time his hand cracks down on your exposed asscheek. You jolt forward, your skin heated, a surprised yelp forcing its way from your throat at Andrei’s spank.

“Andrei!” You whine his name and jolt forward again, dripping wet, when his hand cracks down on your ass again. His hand soothes over the heated spot, his lips marking a trail down your spine until he reaches the top of your zipper, mid-way down your back.

He laughs a little and his fingers dance over your cheek, dipping between the cleft of your ass and brushing up against the tight ring of your asshole. You grunt a little, clenching around nothing, a spike of heat sharp in your stomach. “Not tonight,” he soothes, fingers dancing down until they find your soaked cunt. “Soon though, again?”

You nod like a bobble head, lifting your ass even higher to get Andrei’s fingers against your swollen clit. He laughs at your needy whine, dipping his fingers lazily through your folds, letting his fingertips brush against your clit, but giving you no real relief. “So needy, solnyshka,” he mumbles, distracted. His attention is on your glistening cunt, dripping for him. “How many fingers do you think you can take now? One, two?”

“More,” you sigh, looking over your shoulder. “Three and your cock, Drei, please.”

He grins at you, flashing the spot where his tooth is missing, his eyes twinkling. “You want everything, yes?” A quick, sharp twist of his fingers against your clit has you screaming his name and lifting higher on your toes, liquid heat pooling in your stomach.

“Yes, please, fast. Baby, I want it fast,” you babble, words falling from your lips as Andrei’s fingers strum at your clit, stoking the pleasure boiling in your stomach. “Wanna go back to the party.”

Andrei’s fingers pump into you, middle and ring up to the first knuckle, and you gasp his name, moaning. “My bossy girl,” he leans down and kisses your shoulder, pumping and twisting his fingers. “In no position to be making orders.”

You lift up on your toes, pressing harder into the table with each push of his fingers into your cunt. “Andrei,” you chant his name in time with the press of his fingers, arousal gushing around his hand, dripping down your inner thighs. The rough pads of his fingers press and hold against your g-spot, making you see stars and sending you over the edge of pleasure, orgasm hitting hard and fast. The pressure of his fingers in your cunt and his other fingers twisting your nipples keeps you coming longer than usual, your cunt clenching his fingers in a vice grip while you squirt all over his hand and your legs.

He’s murmuring behind you, praise and filth that you can’t hear over the rush of blood pounding in your head and the high pitched whines and moans spilling from your lips. Your legs tremble, toes pressed against the soles of your heels, the thin circumference of the stilettos clacking gently against the floor as you shake. “Oh god,” you exhale harshly, back arched and hips pushing against Andrei’s. “More, please, baby.”

Andrei’s hands are hot on your ass, kneading at your cheeks. His right hand is wet, leaving damp trails over your skin and you shiver when he leans down to blow on your skin, the wet spots immediately cold. “Three fingers and my cock, yes?” He asks, laughing.

“Yesss,” you hiss, breaking off in a wail as soon as Andrei stuffs three thick fingers in your cunt, stretching and massaging the walls until you’re biting your fist so you don’t shriek too loud.

“Such a good girl,” Andrei praises you, curling his fingers and brushing his knuckles against your g-spot. “My perfect girl and her tight, wet cunt. Thinks she’s the boss, telling me what to do because she wants to go back to the party.”

His hand has a tight grip on your ass while he makes you come a second time, your own hand slipped down to circle your clit for extra sensation. The tug of pleasure low in your stomach builds until you’re seeing stars behind your eyelids, gasping breaths sawing from your lungs. “Too much,” you mumble, Andrei’s fingers thick and insistent in your cunt, working you to a third orgasm. Everything feels raw and sensitive, overloaded to border on pain.

His fingers slow down, gently stroking now, and you sigh. Your cheek presses against the cushioned tabletop and you look at Andrei over your shoulder, poking your lower lip out in a pout. His face is flushed, hair falling over his forehead, and he looks nearly as wrecked as you feel. You blink at him and he chuckles, folding at the waist to drape his chest over your back and press a sweet kiss to your pouted lips. You sigh against his mouth and when he sucks gently at your lower lip, a lick of heat travels up your spine accompanied by a lurch of arousal in your stomach. He tastes like alcohol and the faint salt of soy sauce, his sushi addiction made tangible.

A low hum works its way up your throat while Andrei’s hands work their magic. One broad palm slides up the curve of your ass and rests on your lower back, the other leaves the tight grip of your cunt and you can hear the faint clink of his his belt buckle being undone. You grin against Andrei’s lips and press your ass back against his groin, feeling the hard line of his cock and the cool bite of his open zipper.

He bites down on your lower lip and pulls back, briefly, before pressing another soft kiss to your lips. “Don’t move,” he warns you in a low voice, “or I’ll have to punish you.”

With a wiggle of your ass against his groin, you giggle breathlessly and retort, “what if I want to be punished?”

Your heartbeat still isn’t back to normal after the back to back orgasms and the way Andrei’s breath ghosts over your cheek doesn’t help regulate it. You can feel his hand move against your ass, the leaking tip of his cock hot against your inner thigh. “Solnyshka,” his voice is a low rumble, “behave and I’ll give you everything you want.”

You whine and nod, pressing back against Andrei’s cock. He’s bare, hot and throbbing against your inner thigh and when he slides the length against your soaked folds, the tip catching against your clit, you wail his name. He shushes you and prods the broad head of his cock against your entrance, your body accommodating the stretch of him as he slowly pushes inside. Your arms land flat on the tabletop and your fingers scratch at the cushion, hips pushing back on Andrei’s cock.

“Slow,” he sounds strained, voice wobbling a little. “Slow or nothing, solnyshka.”

“Okay, okay,” you cry, gasping when Andrei pushes another inch into you, the veins on his cock rubbing against the walls of your cunt. “Oh my god,” you clench around him, wet and sensitive. Andrei pushes in another few inches and the overwhelming fullness of him punches a breath from your lungs, legs trembling with the effort of not buckling. His hands are tight on your hips, surely leaving bruises that you’ll be able to trace with your fingers for days.

You’re drifting one hand to your chest, planning on playing with your nipples for extra sensation when Andrei gives one more harsh thrust and bottoms out, filling you to the hilt. His name falls from your lips in a strangled moan and you nearly scream when he rotates his hips, pushing his cock deeper and scraping your bare ass with the zipper of his fly. The elastic of your thong bites into the crease of your thigh where it’s been pushed aside this whole time.

Andrei’s voice rumbles behind you, Russian mumbled in time with his thrusts. You squeeze around him and he groans, slapping the side of your ass gently before reaching around your hip to pinch your clit. You yelp and instinctively buck your hips, pulling off his cock a few inches. Andrei’s hips chase yours and you’re stuffed full of him again, incoherent babbling filling the air.

“Too much,” you whimper, his fingers toying with your clit and his cock battering your g-spot. Forget going back to the party, you’re going to be a dehydrated husk on the floor if Andrei keeps this up, arousal dripping down your thighs in obscene rivers.

Andrei pulls back, leaving just the head of his cock nestled in your cunt, stretching you out. “My girl, she talked a big game,” Andrei laughs, pumping his hips in shallow little thrusts. Your cunt clenches around just the tip, the strange feeling of being stretched and empty at the same time making you whimper and claw behind you for his hand. He moves one big hand off your hip and laces his fingers with yours, squeezing gently.

“More, oh god, Drei,” you whine, trying to fuck yourself back on his cock, but Andrei won’t move and only gives you the head of his cock and an inch or so more.

“I thought it was too much?” Andrei’s tone is faintly mocking, a laugh bubbling beneath the surface. You growl a little and kick your foot out, clipping his shin, which only makes him laugh harder. He keeps you in limbo, stretched open on the head of his cock and giving you no more. “You want another orgasm?”

“Yesss,” you hiss, reaching your free hand down to find your clit. The sensitive bundle is sore and reactive, little zaps of pleasure running through your body as soon as you roll it between your index finger and thumb. You’re nearly there, primed and ready after the two previous orgasms.

Andrei releases your hand and you can feel him shift behind you, gripping his cock in his hand and stroking himself, hand bumping against your soaked folds as he goes. “Better get it before I come,” Andrei says, stroking his cock faster.

Your brain is fuzzy, blood pounding in your ears. “Huh?”

Without pausing his hand, the tip of his cock twitching in your cunt, Andrei repeats himself, “if you want a third, make yourself come before I do, solnyshka.”

“Andrei…” you mutter, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. Your fingers stumble over your clit and the rhythmic stroking of Andrei’s hand on his cock is distracting you.

“Fast, we want to get back to the party,” he teases, groaning as he works himself over.

Bastard.

Your fingers get back to work, moving on autopilot, and it only takes a few seconds to realize that the half-full feeling your cunt being stretched open on the head of Andrei’s cock is doing more to hurt than help you. You need more of him, more that he won’t give you, and you press your forehead against the tabletop, groaning as you play with your clit.

It’s right there, your orgasm, building fast in your stomach and you’re nearly at the edge when Andrei grunts and you feel his cock head twitch, spurting come, hot and thick into your cunt. “Fuck,” you moan in unison with him, clenching and wriggling as he fills you up, coming for several long heartbeats. You give your clit a few more swipes, pinching and rolling until the coil of pleasure snaps and you’re following Andrei over the edge, coming with a shriek of his name.

“Cheater,” Andrei gasps, voice hoarse. He pulls his cock from between your legs, his come immediately dripping out of you.

“Too fucked out to argue,” you mumble back, shifting your weight and rubbing your thighs together slightly. You feel too empty now, the phantom impression of his cock still making your cunt twitch. He presses a kiss to your shoulder and tugs the fabric of your thong back into place, making you wince and wiggle.

“Keep that safe for me,” he murmurs, tucking himself back into his pants. His zipper is loud in the quiet training room, his belt clinking again in an echo of a few minutes ago. Your thong is immediately soaked and the wet fabric sticks to you in a way that’s bordering on unpleasant the longer it touches you.

Propping yourself up on an elbow, you twist and look back at Andrei. His face is red and you can see that his pupils are still dilated. “I have to go back out there like this?” You ask, finally shifting your weight so you’re standing upright. Your knees wobble and more fluid drips down your thighs - thanks to gravity.

He leans in and kisses you quickly, tracing the tip of his tongue over your lower lip before pulling back with a wicked, dimpled grin. You know you’re in trouble even before he says, “you wanted to get back to the party, right? Go ahead.”

“Andrei…” you feel your lips poke out in a pout, nose wrinkling at the thought of trying to walk around the arena and rejoin the party like this.

He repeats your name in the same tone, cupping your chin in his palm. “If you’re good, I’ll clean you up at home,” he promises, reaching down to pull your dress back over your hips and ass, squatting while he straightens the fabric out. You shiver and he feels it, resting his cheek against your thigh. He looks up at you with those big brown eyes and gives you a smile that’s softer than his words.

You run your hand through his hair, curling your fingers around the back of his head and shiver again, thighs slick and cunt clenching faintly around nothing. You really should know better than to let Andrei get his hands on you in a private space, you have no one to blame for your current situation but yourself.

“Can we leave early?” You murmur, when he stands up and steps to the side to pump some hand sanitizer into his palm. Your legs are less shaky than you thought they’d be when you start following him out of the training room, but you’re still walking a little bowlegged.

“Oh,” he stops short and turns to grab your upper arms before you can bounce off his back, “now you want to leave early?”

You hum, flattening your lips into a line, and deadpan, “yeah, because now I’ve got come dripping down my thighs.”

Andrei laughs and kisses your forehead sweetly. “Can’t leave before it ends,” he loops his arm over your shoulder and you fall into step next to him. “Responsibilities to team, solnyshka.”

“You’re such a menace,” you grumble, leaning against his side as you go, with a brief stop for Andrei to actually wash his hands with soap and water. You’re not about to let him subject the fans to what went down in your personal life, no matter how uncomfortable you are right now. You twitch and shift your hips, wincing when a fresh spill of liquid hits your thong. If your dress isn’t covered in damp spots, it’ll be a miracle.

His hand finds your lower back like a magnet and you emerge back into the party area, the dim lighting doing the most to hide your slightly disheveled state.

You make it barely ten feet before Andrei is distracted by a small group of fans. You take a group picture for them and then wander off in search of a drink. After finding one and knocking back half of it, you drift off to the sides of the transformed rink and Nykki appears at your side. She has a wicked grin on her face and you’re already shaking your head before she opens her mouth.

“I can’t believe you snuck off for a quickie,” she cracks up and holds her phone in the air, “and it wasn’t even that quick!”

“In our defense,” you can’t help but laugh a little, “it was three quickies and that adds up to however long we were gone.”

“Forty-five minutes, babe,” Nykki informs you, whistling under her breath. “I’m beyond impressed and inspired to go and find Martin.”

“I recommend waiting,” you sip at your drink and wriggle again. “Or finding a condom.”

Nykki’s delighted laughter is swallowed a bit by the noise in the arena and you laugh along with her, acutely aware that people around you are starting to look over. Including your boyfriend.

Andrei catches your eye and winks at you, his dimple popping out on his cheek. He wiggles his fingers at you in a little wave, the same fingers that had just been buried to the second knuckle in your cunt, and you flush.

His smile widens and you roll your eyes at him, even as you press your thighs together to stop the way they tremble.

At your side, Nykki scoffs. “You two are shameless, it’s hilarious,” she teases.

You press a hand to your heated cheeks and shake your head, “I can’t even argue with that right now.”

The party lasts a few more hours, your attention drawn by the fans and Jarvy’s attempt at bartending. Before you know it, Andrei is at your side again, holding your coat in one hand.

“Ready to go get cleaned up?” He teases quietly, holding up your coat for you to slip your arms in. Once you’re bundled in the coat, burying your face in the collar, Andrei holds you to his side and you head for the garage.

“Hmm,” you hum, arm wrapped around his waist and face pressed against his side, “it’s been a few hours, I think I want to get dirty again.”

[rosicheeks]

Rosie go to sleep. You have that thing in the morning that you already don’t want to do but it’ll be worse if you’re tired and have to do it.

You can play around on Tumblr when you’re back in bed after you’ve done the thing.

🥺

[starlightandfairies]

Surprise !!!!! Me again haha 😂

I'd maybe have another Elijah idea, where you're like a teacher just like the female version of Alaric and you're a couple. One time you're over at his, trying to do some school work but he accidentally keeps distracting you with simple things like, showering, walking around in a towel all wet and stuff. So you tell him to stop doing that and he finally realizes what he's doing to you, so he tries to make it up by giving you a much needed massage to start with 🤭 (btw, don't worry, I know you won't write smutty things, but maybe it can be a tiny bit spicy? 😘) Love you !

Description: The reader is a professor and struggling to focus with Elijah walking around and doing the simplest things

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing, hints to spicy

*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*

Thank you for another request! I apologise for another short one.

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 741

First Person's POV

I sat on Elijah's and mine bed, reading through my students' essays that I needed to mark, some of these students... my god they've got no idea what they're talking about. I rubbed my face, huffing irritatedly I took a breath, gave myself a breather and returned to marking through the essays. 

I glanced up and saw Elijah stepping out of the bathroom, I pursed my lips together and tilted my head to the side. Elijah, the perfect god that he is walked out with a towel hanging around his hips. His perfectly toned body glistened with water droplets, I sucked in a breath and straightened up. I went back to marking the essay, my mind going elsewhere as Elijah walked around his room, that towel covering his lower half left little to the imagination. 

I grunted lightly, trying to force myself to focus back on my assignment, I squirmed slightly as the thoughts came in and would not go away. I couldn't not think about Elijah pulling me into his arms, pushing me against the mattress and making me feel like jelly until I physically couldn't get up in the morning. I could see Elijah's look, I could see him observing me closely with so much love and care that it made the butterflies come to life. 

"Stop doing that, please," I murmured, watching as Elijah tilted his head in confusion which was then quickly replaced by a smirk as he lurked forward and rested a gentle kiss on my cheek. Leaning in closer as he placed chaste kisses against my air, his warm breath sending shivers all over as he pressed another kiss on my shoulder. 

"Stop doing what, my love?" He whispered, sitting beside me on the bed, one arm snaked around my waist and the other began rubbing my right shoulder, causing me to suck in a breath and shudder as he placed another kiss on my neck. 

"Stop being so fucking sexy." Elijah pulled me against his chest, his cologne hitting my nose, allowing for a hum to escape my lips and a delighted smile to form on his. 

"Am I distracting you?" 

"You know you are," I mumbled, placing the essay I was marking to the side, humming lightly as Elijah properly began massaging my shoulders and rested kisses across my face in a strategical pattern. He knew all my sweet spots, knew just how to tease me and how to make my mind crumble. 

"You're so tense. What's wrong?" 

"These..." I needed to pause to take a breath, the massaging was honestly really needed, I was super thankful he could read me like the back of his hand. 

"These students are giving me a migraine." 

"Don't worry about that anymore for tonight." 

"I'm gonna fall behind on my marking," I mumbled as he managed to lower me on the mattress, hovering over me his handsome features staring into my soul and gracing me with loving kisses that made me just crumble thinking of where this could go. 

"I'll help, you just tell me what to do." I nodded, my hands reaching to take off my pyjamas but Elijah easily cupped both of my wrists in one hand and shook his head with a playful tut. 

"Let me undress you, I want to enjoy this, I want to memorise every birthmark, freckle, scar and detail of your sweet and gorgeous body." I nodded, wanting to see Elijah's gorgeous features examine my body and feel his breath hit my skin as he teased and made me shudder in anticipation waiting for the moment to make this grand trick. Elijah dew out ever kiss across my navel, the warm kisses making me blush and arch forward involuntarily. 

"You're gorgeous, my love." 

"I hate that you can do this to me." He shook his head, his hand slipping my shirt off, a smirk gracing his lips as he easily slid off my shorts. 

"No, you don't, you love that I can do this." He chuckled proudly, sliding a hand under my back lifting me up and gave me the perfect chance to grasp his face gently and rest a long, deep and tender kiss against his lips.

"I've never known you to be smug." 

"Shh..." He whispered, lowering me back down against the mattress. 

"I love you so much." 

"I love you more." 

[shadowskulls-blog]

Yk given how tall carmilla carmine is why do I imagine a 4’10 reader being either bratty or just annoying carmilla *they just have gremlin energy* or her being protective of them and don’t want them to get hurt and the only way she can handle r is by putting on a high place and can’t get down *the top of the fridge/kitchen cabinet is offically r’s spot*

😂😂😂 and the funniest thing is I am that height and I can see her just having a “I’m done” expression and just put someone there and walk away winning the argument

Sup, I'm back and now have motivation again, and I was scrolling through my inbox and found this, and I wanted to answer it, but instead of doing a story, I'm gonna give headcanons instead. I've never written headcannons, but I read them a lot, so yeah.

Carmilla Carmine x Short Reader (headcannons)

(Sfw) and (Nsfw) headcannons

One thing is for sure the reader has gremlin energy. Being this small and rather full of energy person. Carmilla loves it. It brings her spirits up every time you come by and make jokes

I don't know her cannon height, but I'd imagine it's in the 8 foot scale. Because tall women are very sexy. So she'd definitely pick you up from time to time. Not a whole lot, but sometimes.

Half the times when she does is to either put you on the fridge or a high place to calm you down or when you're being annoying.

Annoying in the sense where you couldn't stop making sex jokes, so she put you up there so she didn't get too distracted from her work or you two were arguing.

I can only imagine the reader going, "wha- Cammy! What you doing?! Carmilla! You can't leave me up here! Carmilla, please! Come back!" While trying not to fall off the fridge so you didn't break something.

And the entire time Carmilla just has the most "I'm done" expression while placing you up there and walking out of the room

And I can only imagine that 40% of time, Carmilla forgets she put you up there and Clara or Odette walk in to grab a drink and you're just up there, having the most scared or tired look on your face and going

"Please, get your mom so she can get me down, and so we can go to bed"

Being very small. Carmilla would be very protective. Making sure you were close by her at all times and also making sure you were with her. While also making sure to be gentle with you. But she also gives you angelic guns to protect yourself.

Lord knows you're deadly with a gun

While you two are in bed, she will always have you wrapped in her arms, her giant hands making it feel like you're wrapped in a cacoon, or it either looks like a koala hugging a tree. You don't even need a blanket because you'll always be wrapped around Carmilla

(Nsfw)

While having sex Carmilla will try her best to be gentle, but it fails most of the time. Sometimes, she'll go too hard or accidentally scratch you a bit.

Carmilla is most definitely a top, but you have to be the top most of the time. Because if you don't, I can only imagine the after shock. But, Carmilla is also a power bottom.

Either way, you're getting railed every time.

The reader is definitely a scratcher. So Carmilla's back or anywhere the reader was grabbing is probably scratched a bit.

(I like physical touch a lot, and that's the only thing you're getting about me)

So the reader is a hugger a bunch, hugging Carmilla's legs, body, neck. You just like wrapping your arms around her, honestly like me

The aftercare is her being very gentle while holding you close. Most of the time, you both will fall asleep right after, holding each other or take a bath together.

So yeah, I don't know how to do headcannons since I've never written for them. Overall I just say what I want to and don't give two fucks. I'm just here to supply thristy bastards like myself.

So, I hope that was a good first try. Also, again, I am so very sorry for not posting. Life just likes to fucks me over but, it does for everyone so this is the last time I'll bitch about my life