#it's like teaching a snake to sit on command

[mountainficss]

rae hehe.. kwan brainrot suddenly went crazy and i was just thinking

sleeping with seungkwan but u can’t fall asleep so u decide to play with urself a little. only for him to wake up and… make sure u know how he felt about u doing that while he was asleep. hard dom kwannie filling up with cum that night, u falling asleep filled and the next morning him making u use his cum as lube to touch urself as he instructs and watches

:🍊

!! mentions of: hard dom!seungkwan, masturbation, fingering, cockwarming, rough sex, degradation

you knew seungkwan wouldn’t be happy with you touching yourself, but you just couldn’t help it! you had woken up from a very heated dream about him, and you just couldn’t shake the warm feeling pooling in your core. you’d glance over briefly to see if he was asleep, and after finding that he’s passed out you’d snake a hand beneath the sheets and into your panties. you’d tease your soaked entrance before sliding a finger in, using your other hand to cover your mouth before a loud moan escapes your lips. you’d fuck yourself gently with one finger but it just wouldn’t be enough, opting to stuff another finger inside. you tried your best to keep your sounds muffled, but as you continued to become more needy you just couldn’t stop yourself when a few whimpers slip out. you’d be so distracted by the feeling of your fingers sliding in and out of your hole that you wouldn’t even notice that seungkwan was already awake. your noises had woken him up, and he’d roll over to the sight of you playing with yourself beneath the blankets. he’d watch you for a bit, just enjoying the sight of you making yourself feel good. but then he’d get angry, feeling an uncontrollable urge to teach you a lesson. “you enjoying yourself?” he’d ask almost nonchalantly, and your heart would drop at the sound of his voice. you’d carefully remove both fingers as you stumble over an explanation, but seungkwan would cut you off. “maybe i should just fuck you since you can’t even make yourself cum without my help.” he’d sneer, sitting up and hovering his body over yours as your eyes widen. you’d feel so small beneath him, so helpless and willing to take whatever he decides to give you. he’d tug your panties to the side, gathering some of your arousal onto his fingers and using it to lubricate his throbbing length. he’d slide in easily, your hole prepped for him from you previously touching yourself. the stretch would still sting a bit though, and seungkwan would ease in slowly just so you can adjust to his size. but after that he’d waste no time, immediately pounding into you at a rapid pace and putting all of his force behind his thrusts. you’d moan loudly, wrapping one arm around his neck while your other hand fists into his hair. “can’t handle it, hm? you’re so pathetic,” he’d chuckle, relishing in your loud sounds and pulsating heat. “this is what happens when you touch yourself without permission.” he’d slow his trusts down, instead switching to hard, pointed ruts into you. he’d throw your legs over his shoulders, hitting even deeper in this new position and making you squirm underneath him. “you’re gonna take it all. ‘m gonna make you,” he’d groan, feeling you clench around him. “cum for me. i know you want to.” it would feel like your body is literally responding to his commands, and you’d be cumming around his cock not even seconds after. your release would trigger his, and he’d grip your thighs harshly as he fucks you full of his seed. his moans and weak thrusts would drag out your orgasm, and you’d twitch uncontrollably under his hold. you’d be so drowsy and tired after seungkwan practically fucking you senseless, and the last thing you’d remember was him readjusting your body and spooning you with his cock still stuffed inside.

you’d wake up to gentle light from the early morning sun streaming through the windows, and the warm feeling of seungkwan still buried inside of you. “finally awake, huh?” he’d mumble, rocking his hips against you once to stir you up. you’d sigh dreamily, grinding your hips back against his. you’d feel him pulling out slowly and you’d whimper in protest, leaning back in an attempt to feel him again. he’d pull the sheets down, revealing your body to him. hovering over you he’d grab your thighs and pry your legs apart, groaning as he watches his cum spill out of your clenching hole. the mellow light from the windows would give your skin a glowing hue, making you look so soft and beautiful to seungkwan. “touch yourself for me,” he’d smirk, reaching a hand down to slightly palm at his erection. “show me what you were doing last night while i was sleeping.” you’d blush at the memory of him catching you in the act, but your neediness would outweigh your embarrassment as you snake a hand down to your heat. you’d run your fingers through the combination of your release and his, spreading it and coating your middle and ring fingers. you’d slide both fingers in with ease, not even bothering to push in one at a time. your fingers would glide easily as he just watches, sighing gently as he listens to your sweet sleepy voice moaning his name. “faster, baby,” he’d coax, reaching a hand towards you to squeeze your thigh sensually. “you’re gonna cum like this, and i’m gonna help you. my pretty slut.” ;(

taglist: @imprettyweird , @jeonghanpill , @bangantokchy , @caratboy , @bewoyewo , @c-hanniehae , @wonvsmile , @haolovre , @aaniag , @writingbarnes

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

Obligatory not snakes so don't answer if you don't want to, but I'm just curious about what things you think it's most important to teach your dog? I'm a dog trainer and I'm just always curious about what dog owners think, especially someone who trains other animals

Ooh this is actually really interesting! Obviously the answer will depend on what kind of dog you have, their background, and what your expectations for them are, but here's what I think is most important for my Bilbo.

The basics: a solid sit and down. I expect Bilbo to hold these until I release him, and they're really good for reminding him to be patient and getting him in the zone before we move to something harder.

A good heel. This is very important because Bilbo comes with me everywhere he can, he needs good leash manners!

A reliable emergency recall. Bilbo's recall is good, but I like the peace of mind that comes with having an emergency recall word and knowing that he'll respond to that perfectly 100% of the time.

Take it, leave it, and drop it. A must for any dog like Bilbo who tries to eat anything that will fit in his mouth.

Show me. Bilbo's a smart dog who gets upset about little things very easily. Having a command so he'll show me what's upsetting him is a lifesaver for both of us!

Place and wait/stay. When I tell Bilbo to wait somewhere, I like knowing that he'll do it. We use wait and stay as two distinct commands, with wait being more lenient and stay meaning I don't want him to even twitch.

Some kind of energy-releasing trick. Bilbo's very high-energy so having a command to burn off some of the zoomies is great! We've used several but our go-to is having him spin. He loves that one.

Like I said, this is what's important for me and Bilbo! Every dog will have different needs here. I'd be curious as to what other dog owners think, too!

[rosenongrata]

heavy in your arms – i

Summary: After losing a challenge against Dr. Ratio, Kagome feels herself to be indebted to him. She returns the “favor”, only to be surprised by his sudden compassion and consideration.

A/N: RAHHHH I LOVE THESE TWO TOGETHER FOR SOME REASON. WHAT. FUCK IT WE BALL?? anyway. this is. very much didn't have a definitive plot in mind lmaooo. enjoy anyway ? might write a pt2 or smth. lol we'll seeeee

c.w/s:MDNI/NOTSFW. OC x Canon, OC-insert. soft Ratio hours. slightly implied past SA in the OCs past (not by any characters), but it's rly vague. oral sex (OC/fem receiving). soft soft soft times. have i said it's soft? anyway, if i forgot something, hmu!

w.c: 1.2k

“Dr. Ratio…” Kagome mutters, gloved hands on his thighs – he can feel the nervous tremble in her palms, extending to her whole body. “Please…be gentle with me—” She clears her throat as she sits on her knees in front of him, “Th-this is a mere favor, s-so don’t test my patience—”

“You can call me Veritas now.” He sighs, one of his fully unclothed hands snaking its way to cover her own – but it only makes her tremble and grimace further. “This is no demand from me, I am certain you know this… Correct?”

“Y-Yes, sir…” She nods and stares up at him, her pupils constricted with what he assumes is fear.

He sighs again, eyes now laden with mild frustration and mostly confusion, “Kagome.” He grabs both of her hands, causing her heart to jump into her throat as he pulls her to her feet, “I will not allow you to do this if you are frightened. I do not know exactly what is causing your fright, but I will not be taking advantage of it.” He informs, voice heavy with severity.

“My apologies…” She turns her head away – eyes screwed shut – but he’s quick to angle her face back toward him, “Huh?” Her eyes blow wide open again while a nervous sweat breaks out on her forehead and neck.

“Do not apologize for whatever you believe you did wrong. You have neither offended or upset me thus far. So, quit apologizing over nothing.” He commands with an abnormal amount of fragility in his tone.

“I-I– But, I–”

He presses his lips against her own – deep and fierce, but not with an ounce of roughness. One of his hands slips over the back of her head while the spare one cradles her lower back. She gasps from the shift of words to action, a moan soon following after – leaving wonderful tingles along his lips.

“If you cannot stop apologizing, then I will simply have to silence you.” He smirks, soft and hot breaths brushing against her velvety smooth lips.

She blinks repeatedly – for once taking a long moment to register what’s happening. He lets her take an adequate amount of time, his gilded stare watching her diligently – taking in every subtle reaction she has. Despite their many years of knowing each other, he’s never seen her so emotional – let alone distraught – before now. It makes the hardy plaster around his heart crack a little – it’s not everyday you get to see a member of the Genius Society fall apart before you.

He takes no pleasure from this experience of witnessing her be so scared of him, yet he finds so much intimacy in being what feels like the first person to see her like this – fragile. While he may be as sturdy as stone, he keeps a silent promise to treat her like porcelain.

The fit of giggles that break out from her tears him away from his thoughts, eliciting him to raise a thin dark purple brow.

“What is so funny?” He inquires, leaning dangerously close to her face again.

“Aha– I’m so sorry. I just– You…you’re really, truly, utterly horrific at kissing.” She continues to giggle, “A-And you’re so dorky… So confident about everything you do and are, even smirking when you get a reaction from me… It’s…rather cute.” She flusters, her laughing dying down as she glances anywhere else that isn’t him.

“…I am truly flattered, Kagome.” He deadpans, his voice flooded with sarcasm. “Then, if you are so skilled at kissing… Teach me.” He smirks once more, slowly backing her up into the nearby wall of his office – all with his hands firm on her curvy hips.

“…Proposal accepted. However…” She breathes – the sweet scent of the sakura mochi she had earlier hits his senses, “Do know it’s merely a matter of…experience.”

“I am happy to inform you that I am more than willing to learn.” His lopsided smirk evens out into a thin smile.

Her eyes latch on to his thin lips, all while her hand brushes some of his dark locks away from his eyes. “And…take your time, there’s no rush… I plan to give you ample time.” She snickers, planting a hesitant yet soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.

The praise brings an odd sense of warmth and shyness to all of him, a blush rising to his cheeks despite his slight grimace.

“Hush,” He commands, “Let me conduct my experiment now.” He pivots his head to fully meet her lips again, pressing his mouth deep against her own with his body flush against hers. This time he holds back on his passion, easing his way into her heart – all with her soft, delicate lips in mind.

“V-Veritas!” Kagome heaves, soft moans rolling off her tongue, “Y-You’re improving so quickly – ngh!” Her toned leg quakes as it rests over his broad shoulder, her other leg is the only thing barely holding her up all while he noses her clit and devours her core with heated, fervent licks and sucks.

When he removes his head from her heat – lower face covered in her wet lust – he grins up at her while licking his lips.

“A higher rating… Now I am more than confident I will get you to cum with no more wasted time.” He immediately dives back in, his licking and sucking even more passionate than before.

His suspicions are correct, too – so he swiftly takes her other leg and rests it over his free shoulder as well. She gasps – with her tearful eyes and broken smile – she finds his ability to hold nearly all of her weight up sexy and endearing. She braces one hand against the wall she’s pinned against, her free hand grabbing a fistful of his thick locks and pulling him further into her.

One of his hands leaves her thick thigh, moving to slip two fingers into her heated, dripping wet hole. A sharp gasp and heavy moan leaves her as she shakes and screws her eyes shut. She moans loud and clear when his fingers curl against her walls, pressing onto a sweet spot.

“Yes, that’s a good girl.” He detaches his mouth from her overstimulated clit, “Now, cum for me.” He commands before giving her clit a hard suckle.

“MMH – NGH–!” She bites down on her bottom lip, nearly breaking skin. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she throws it back against the now warm wall.

She does cum – all over his chin and mouth, leaving streaks of white fluid along his lips which he promptly licks off. He even sucks his fingers clean, groaning softly at the taste of her.

“Delectable.” He remarks, leaving kisses on her folds a few times before he rises to his feet, moving her legs to wrap around his still-clothed hips while he shifts his position.

“Wh-what a good boy you are, Veri…” She whispers lustfully, grabbing his chin between her thumb and two other fingers. “Now… About that…favor.”

“Do not worry yourself to death about that damned favor. All I need you to do is sit back and relax… I will take the utmost care of you.” He presses several gentle kisses up her neck, moving his way to her jawline one kiss at a time. “…Are you ready now or shall we wait until a proper time and place? My office is hardly the ideal location for me to take you.”

“Let’s have a nice little date first… No formalities or facades – only ourselves in all earnesty. You can pick the time and place… I don’t mind.” She pulls his face to her own, planting a feather-light kiss on his lips,

“Impress me, Veri.”

[reallyromealone]

Can I request pool party with toman

And you can add this part just for laughs if you want and it’s the reader can’t swim and is probably just sitting far from the pool

6. Pool party

Event

Masterlist

Toman x male reader

I hope you enjoy

Toman wanted to giggle at (name), the teen sitting on the far end of Mikey's yard.

"Come on (name)! The water won't bite!" Draken cackled and (name) gave the finger, sitting in shorts and a sweater away from these assholes "come on we can teach you to swiiim" Baji snickered and (name) glared "I'm going nowhere near you"

You see (name) couldn't swim like at all.

And he wasn't about to trust his firends/commanders at all.

Currently they were a bunch of snakes.

"(Name) there is a shallow end!" Mitsuya offered "sweetly" as takemichi nodded "come on! You must be overheating!"

(Name) just grumbled as he glared at the pool, he couldn't even leave either as it was apparently a "Toman meeting" according to mikey who definitely said it to be an ass.

(Name) just sighed and hoped it would be over soon.

Eventually Smileys menace levels peaked and the teen lifted his friend bridal style while (name) struggled out of his grasp and poor (name) was tossed (gently much to his surprise) into the shallow end, hard enough to splash but light enough to avoid actual injury.

"I fucking hate you guys"

"No you dont" Mitsuya said sweetly and (name) huffed.

No he didn't...

[7-minutes-only]

Snowy [F]

Spice Level: Lime Danger: Scratching, implied mind control Word Count: 732 Character/s: Snowy Reader: Human Planet: Kalsi Timeline: Main

The folded paper you pull from the clown-dressed woman’s hat has the word “Snowy” written on the inside.

Curious, you hold it up. “Snowy…?” you ask, wondering who on earth it could belong to. The woman who responds to your announcement seems to fit the bill, though. At least in personality.

A shorter woman, skinny and unimpressed in her expression, approaches. Her purple skin is decorated with cyan markings that disappear under her dress, and her white hair falls over her shoulders. Her horns, massive and decorated in chains and blue gems, are the most striking, along with her eyes – magenta in color, with black sclera and white pupils. An air of danger surrounds her, as she looks you over. You feel more akin to prey than a peer, at the moment.

Her eyes find yours, and something deep in you begins to stir. Like a deer caught in headlights, you can’t seem to stop staring into her eyes. Her expression shifts, into one somehow lethal and endearing at once, and she grins at you. Her teeth are almost bizarrely white, and you catch a glimpse of her tongue as she leans forward to speak to you. Dark, almost iridescent under the lights, and...long.

“Poor thing.” is all she says, before turning from you, and walking herself into the closet. Your chest wells, as you see three scars running down her back, side-by-side. A fractal of tiny scars spread from them.

Before you can ask, though, the clown woman ushers you in, pushing on your back.

“Play nice! Seven minutes, no more, no less!” she announces, locking the door.

You turn around to see the thing you’ve been trapped in with. Her eyes are glowing now, along with her cyan marks and her horns. The light gives you an idea of her expression – she’s smirking, eyes narrowed as she moves closer, like a fox sneaking up to pounce on it’s prey.

You suppose that makes you more like a rabbit than a deer. Tiny and helpless, without even antlers or hooves to save yourself.

“Tell me, Visitor – was there magic in your world?” she asks, voice low and promising. Your mind can’t fathom what she might be promising, exactly, but your subconscious is begging you to accept. The air feels darker, heavier.

You can only shake your head, as she closes the distance fully. You’re trapped – her horns glow in the dark, and the way she tilts her head to the side proves they’re not too heavy for her to swing if you tried to duck. She laughs.

She snakes a hand around your waist. It’s cold – too cold. And...are those claws? She scrapes them against your flesh, under your shirt.

“Then please, allow me to teach you what it feels like, first-hand.” she teases, pressing her lips against your shoulder. Every little kiss on your skin makes you fall further and further, and cold spreads across your skin with every scratch of her claws. Your knees feel weak, like they might give out.

You tremble, trying to brace on the wall. She clicks her tongue, and bites your arm as she pulls it back towards her.

“If you’re going to fall, be good and fall to your knees.” she commands you.

Your mind accepts the command, and you slide down with little effort. You stare up at her. The glowing seems brighter, now, and she grins at you. You can hear chatter outside, but it doesn’t matter now. All that matters is that she keeps smiling at you.

She kisses you, sitting in your lap. Her lips are so cold, but they taste like berries. She licks your lips, and you let her in. Her tongue snakes over your own, across your teeth, and down your throat. You choke on it, but don’t dare move from this spot. She chuckles, as she pulls it back.

“Gods, you’re adorable. Say-” she begins, before a knock comes at the door. She whips her head around, snarling at the door.

“Time’s up! Get dressed, and get out!” the woman shouts.

Snowy looks you over, and sighs, standing up and adjusting her dress.

“What a killjoy.” she mutters to herself, before grinning at you. “Be good. Come find me, later tonight. We can finish this later, little Visitor.”

You can’t think of a single reason to resist the urge to do exactly as you’re told.

[jade-escobar]

Your Day | Jadrigo

Featuring: Rodrigo Escobar & Jade Clark ( @rodrigo-esc ) Location: Jade & Clover’s apartment; San Francisco, CA Time Frame: May 17, 2023/early evening Notes: How the evening of Rodrigo’s birthday went! Cuteness below the cut.

Jade

Jade finished preparing dinner and dessert for Rodrigo's birthday, showered quickly and dressed comfortably for the evening in her apartment. Clover had been cat sitting and was mostly staying with her older brother, so she and Rodrigo would have the place to themselves. She'd set a gift bag of presents on the coffee table next to a gift wrapped jewelry-sized box with a card on top. His last gift for him had been in her closed bedroom. Meanwhile, the breakfast bar was set with two plates, wine glasses, water glasses and cutlery and the majority of the apartment still carried the aroma of herbs and spices from the dinner she cooked. All she had to do was wait for Rodrigo's arrival.

Rodrigo

He had been running slightly late and it was because Rodrigo wanted to be sure he had submitted all the final grades. He had made a conscious decision of declining summer camp and school teaching hours much to his student’s chagrin but Rodrigo wanted to take a summer off for once in his teaching career. Besides, he was turning 30 this year. Even though his friends often joked he was an old man, 30 made him feel somewhat younger. He knew it would be a great year. He had and amazing and steady class that he’d be teaching again as long as the scheduling admins remembered his requests.  He had the most amazing girlfriend whom he planned to not only spend his 30th year loving her down but to no longer deprive one another of the love they both deserve because yes, your boy was going to welcome happiness into his life. That and he owed his friends some time to just hang out and with Emma’s wedding coming up, he wanted to be available. It would be his year to help his mother out with the food truck and to hopefully get his books on queue off the pile next to his bed.

Once those grades were submitted, he showered and got ready, laughing as Ziggy hurried him out of the house. “I love you but your girl is waiting. Don’t make me look bad, Rodri.” He chuckled at his friend’s words and proceeded to add some finishing touches to his outfit and beard. Once he was in his car, Rodrigo was on his way, a smile pulling at his lips from ear to ear as he thought the girl he was completely in love with.  Once he arrived at Jade’s house with his overnight bag in his hands, he knocked on her door and grinned. “Jade there’s some teacher guy out here claiming to be your boyfriend. I don’t know.”

Jade

Jade heard the knocks which almost always prompted Pip and Kiwi to chirp and warble like they were self-appointed doorbells. She smiled knowing it was Rodrigo, and her smile grew upon hearing his muffled voice from the other side of the door. His joke made her giggle as she padded over, unlocked it and opened it. "Weird. I might have been expecting him today. Something about a birthday I think? I could have the dates mixed up though..." She trailed off, barely containing her pretend look of confusion before she was back to grinning up at Rodrigo, stepping aside with a hand reaching out to pull him inside. "Happy birthday, honey." Jade crooked her finger in a come-hither fashion while raising on her toes to kiss his lips and relish the familiar smell of his cologne and lotion.

"Since it's your birthday, we can do whatever you want tonight. I have dinner ready and dessert, and presents for you, although fair warning, one of your presents can't wait too too long before I'll have to show you what it is."

Rodrigo

"Sounds like him." He grinned and then chuckled when Jade pulled him inside. Rodrigo was incredibly excited to see her. With everything they had been through, they deserved this levity and getting the chance to just be together. "Thank you, beautiful." Rodrigo leaned in at her command, snaking an arm around her waist to bring her closer for their kiss. Being around her made him the happiest man alive and he stole a few kisses before letting her loose enough so that he can appreciate the visual of his girlfriend in his arms.

"What?" He chuckled at that last part, looking down at Jade with a smirk. "I'm afraid to ask!" He kissed her forehead and then looked around. "Well, being here is all I want. Just the two of us. What do you think we should do first?"

Jade

Jade was all too willing to return each kiss Rodrigo gave her. And when he drew back, she smiled up at him and led him further into the apartment so he could see the things that were set up, particularly the gifts on the the coffee table and the dinner for two set at the breakfast bar. She smiled all over again when he kissed her forehead and then shook her head, "Mm, mm, this isn't my birthday, it's yours. You decide. Dinner is ready. Presents are there." She pointed tot he coffee table and then to her bedroom door, "and there," with a soft grin before looking back up to him. "We're doing what you want, amor."

Rodrigo

Even after a couple of weeks have passed, Rodrigo couldn't believe how lucky he was in finding someone as kind and amazing as Jade. It still felt like a dream come true. Seeing how much effort she had put into his birthday made him feel incredibly happy. He looked around as Jade brought him further into the apartment, his smile widening like a child in a toy store. He truly did not know where to begin and while he wanted to absorb it all at once, he knew that patience was the way to go. "Well, you know me I'm starving. How about...presents while we eat?"  He smiled at his girlfriend, placing his bag down. "That way I get two things at once. What can I say, I'm a glutton." He chuckled.

Jade

Seeing Rodrigo's joy filled Jade up. She missed this so much in the time that she'd been distant from him, brief as it had been. But it was just a testament to how much she truly loved him. When he decided on them doing both dinner and presents, Jade couldn't help but grin at him. "Okay, that works. Take a seat." She squeezed his hand and then headed over to the living room to pick up those gifts first, setting the card, jewelry box and gift bag down in front of her boyfriend. From there, Jade went into the kitchen, opened the oven where she'd been keeping the food warm without overcooking it. She pulled hers and Rodrigo's plates from the breakfast bar and arranged the food in a presentable fashion. Once she finished, she turned back to him and the breakfast bar, setting a much fuller plate in front of him that had been a surf 'n turf-themed dinner: a medium rare  bacon-wrapped filet mignon, cajun garlic butter lobster tail, rosemary-garlic mashed potatoes and oven-roasted carrots, baby potatoes and bell peppers. "Bon appetit!"

Rodrigo

An almost child-like giggle fell from his lips when Jade presented him with his gifts. She was so adorable and the more he learned about what he'd be getting, the giddier he felt but nothing would compare to the spread his girlfriend placed before him. He looked up at her with a soft smile. Wow, it was really true that the way to his heart was through his stomach. He stood up from his spot to cup her face and kiss her gently against her lips. It was the reaction that made sense to him. Jade had really put so much work into well, everything. He knew there were presents to open but the food alone would have sufficed. "You did all this? For me?" He knew the answer. It's not like he didn't but Rodrigo was humbled and his heart felt warm at the sight. "Come, sit with me..." He pulled her chair so that Jade could join him. He wouldn't dare start without her. "This looks and smells...perfect." He glanced over to her and then at the gifts. "Is there one you want me to open first?"

Jade

Jade had set her own plate down back on the setting next to his. She'd left the lobster tail off and had smaller portions but planned to try and enjoy some, if not all of the meal with Rodrigo. When he stood and cupped her face, Jade smiled against his lips and kissed him back, gingerly placing her hands over his. "Yes. I love you, and I just wanted you to feel extra special on your birthday." It was possible she'd gotten carried away with everything but Jade had never felt this way about anyone before and decided rather than hesitating and second guessing to go with what her heart was telling her and hope it wasn't too much. Before taking a seat beside Rodrigo, she picked up a bottle of red wine she had on the counter and brought it to the breakfast bar. "Thank you," she said of him pulling the chair out and also, for the compliment on the food. While answering his question, she smiled and poured each of them a glass. "Hm... how about you start with the card, and then the gift bag?"

Rodrigo

"Well, mission accomplished." He smiled at Jade. When she sat beside him, he agreed to start with the card and then the gift bag. Rodrigo reached for both, setting the bag to the side, and then opened the card. As he read it, his smile grew. He knew it was probably the cheesiest smile but he couldn't help feeling so loved. "Aw. I love it." He leaned in to kiss her once more. Seeing that Jade had set her plate as well and that she'd be joining him really did make him happy. He could tell, especially after his conversation with Jade about her mom, that her issues with food and with most things stemmed from the complicated and abusive relationship she had with her mother, and while it still stewed in the pit of his stomach, he had also promised her all the time and patience she needed.  With that, he'd still be protective and mindful of his girlfriend. He glanced over to her once more, smiling before reaching for the gift bag and closing one eye to take a peek inside. "Okay, I'll look in the bag and thennnnn, I'm taking a bite of everything because this food smells and looks delicious." Rodrigo opened the bag, removing the tissue paper and placing it to the side. When he spotted the various sex toys, he looked up at Jade, a smirk on his face as his tongue dragged over his top lip before he chuckled. "Oh, happy birthday, Rodrigo..." He looked back in the bag, pulling out each individual object with a lop-sided grin gracing his features. "handcuffs? So you're plan is to keep me here all weekend, huh?"

Jade

Jade blushed and watched Rodrigo as he opened the card envelope. She reached for her wine glass and took a sip, and then lowered the glass as she met his lips. Once he got to the gift bag and peeked at it, she giggled. "Okay. You'll definitely enjoy it more if it's hot or at least warm than cold." Lifting her glass for another sip, she could feel her face heating up a bit more, unsure of what his reaction would be but still hopeful for it. But the expression on his face, followed by what he'd chuckled made her laugh a bit. "That's the theme of the night," she teased, watching him remove the items in the bag. At his question, Jade just grinned and gave a long shrug of her shoulders. "Maybe? Because I'd be open to you using them on me..."

Rodrigo

Rodrigo stuck his fork into his filet and cut up another piece before taking a bite as he listened to Jade. He chuckled at her response, brow arching at her words. He was amused and also turned on by the prospect. He placed his fork down and wiped the corner of his lips and then cleared his throat. "Thank you for giving me permission. I will absolutely use them on you.  And I don't mind extending my stay here if you don't." He grinned at his girlfriend and then pulled out the small butterfly toy with the controller. "And this one is going to be fun especially with you all tied up, huh?"

Jade

Jade eyed Rodrigo for a moment as he delved into the steak but smiled softly to herself after she made her comment and then looked at her own plate, gently spearing a couple of the oven-roasted veggies. She hadn't answered him on whether or not she'd mind him extending his stay, knowing that the answer would come soon enough. Instead, she just smiled a bit and looked to him as he took out another item from the bag. At that, she found hersel grinning a bit, "I hope so. You've made me feel comfortable with being more adventurous than what little experiences I'd had before I met you. So I thought these might be fun for us for a while."

Rodrigo

Rodrigo placed his fork down and brought Jade’s hands together in his before kissing her knuckles “I’m excited. And look at you getting adventurous on me. It’s really sexy.” He looked up at her and grinned before looking over to the jewelry box. “Okay, let me open this one and then we can finish our dinner?” He let go of her hands for a bit and then reached for the box to open it. His smile couldn’t get any brighter when he discovered what was inside. “Is this what I think it is?”

Jade

Jade followed suit setting her own fork down as well when Rodrigo reached for her hand. Her face was warmer than usual but she was all smiles as he held both of her hands and kissed her knuckles. "Is it?" she asked, keeping that information in mind in the future. "I'm glad you feel that way, because I'm enjoying that part of our relationship along with our dates, texts, and the other times we spend together." She listened to his idea and then nodded, picking up her fork to stick the vegetables in her mouth while he was occupied with unwrapping and opening the small jewelry box. Knowing it wouldn't take him long, she'd taken a small bite, chewed and swallowed it by the time he'd asked about the key. Smiling again, Jade lightly teased, "I hope you think it's a key to this apartment. Because I don't own a ton of other keys."

Rodrigo

"It is." Rodrigo smiled and then nodded his agreement to Jade's words. "I am too. I am enjoying every aspect of our relationship. You made me incredibly happy, Jade, and not just now although this is quickly turning into one of the best days I've ever had. You continue to surprise me and make my life better. So thank you." He chuckled, holding the key in his hand. "Oh shoot, here I thought it was your diary lock key or something like that," Rodrigo smirked and leaned in to steal a quick kiss, keeping his face close to Jade's. "Tomorrow, I'll make you a copy of mine too. But thank you, sweetheart. I love everything. I love you."

Jade

"I feel the exact same way about you. For as long as I've been allowed to know them, I'd thought I'd always only be my happiest when I was around my siblings. And then I met you." Jade knew it sounded cheesy but it was the truth. Walking into Rodrigo's classroom months ago and helping with Hamilton since then changed her life for the better, in ways she never could have imagined. She cast a soft grin to her plate hearing him joke about the apartment key and started to cut herself a bite of the filet; however, she tilted her head in Rodrigo's direction and met his lips again, smiling when he drew back. "Thank you. And I love you too." With one hand still holding her fork, she reached up to caress his cheek and murmured, "Okay, dig in because you've still got one more gift waiting, and desserts."

Rodrigo

Rodrigo knew they had a tendency to drift off into the cheesy and it made him happy considering he never got the chance to be like this with anyone. He  didn't even know he was capable of it. He really was such a different person around Jade. She made him a better man. "Well, you're just out here making me blush and getting all sentimental on me." He kissed her cheek and shifted in his seat to sit back up. "I've never actually felt this way about anyone. All that first love talk, you're mine. I mean that." He let go of her hand so that he could continue enjoying his food. "How are you going to top all of this? My goodness." He grinned and took another bite.

Jade

Jade listened to Rodrigo some more and her face only remained warm by his words. Hearing that he was her first love touched her heart, right to its core. "I love you, Rodrigo," she told him, smiling all over again as her gaze lingered on his face for a bit. As far as Jade knew, she'd never been someone's first love before, but Rodrigo's honesty with her when it came to the two of them sharing their feelings of love and affection always revived the butterflies in her stomach. She tried to settle them down though before she did or said something that made her look foolish and turned her attention back to her plate. "Well, I thought the key might end up being the top gift. But I also know that you and I enjoy sleeping together so maybe it would have been that one. But your last gift has me thinking it could be a three-way tie. If not, then it might have the edge out over the key." She knew she was speaking a bit in circles and had been a bit intentional about that this time, smiling to herself as she took another bite of food. "But I am certainly going to reveal the gift to you before your desserts."

Rodrigo

He chuckles as Jade spoke and glanced over to her as he continued eating. "Well, now I'm just curious." He smirked, truly wondering what his girlfriend was up to. he was almost done with his plate and they continued talking, reminiscing about everything and anything. It was nice to feel this peace with someone.  It was what he appreciated the most. There was no drama, no yelling, and no fights at all times of the day. Jade was his person through and through. Once he was done, he looked over to Jade's plate, hoping she had also enjoyed such a wonderful meal. "I know you hear this plenty but that was so damn good." He wiped his mouth and laughed softly. "Thank you, sweetheart."

Jade

"I'm excited," Jade admitted, all while hoping that Rodrigo would like the last, non-edible surprise she had for him that evening. In the meantime though, she spoke with Rodrigo and occasionally ate from her plate, mostly draining her wine glass and pouring herself some more to enjoy. She sipped some of the red as Rodrigo finished and complimented her on the meal, "Thank you, corazón. It's meaningful In a different way when coming from you." After quickly linking her lips and wiping her own mouth, Jade slid off of the bar stool and said, "Okay, last present. Close your eyes while I go get it!" And with that, she hurried to her bedroom and carefully opened the door, looking about. Inside near the foot of the bed, curled up in a tiny ball slept an ocicat kitten with a pale blue collar. Jade picked the youngster up and cradled her to her chest with both hands, keeping her in her tiny ball.

When Jade stuck her head out of the bedroom, she checked to see if Rodrigo's eyes were still shut and then warned, "No peeking," in a soft voice as she padded back to him. But as soon as she was just a few feet away, the kitten had awakened and quietly mewed, giving away the surprise ahead of Jade telling Rodrigo to open his eyes. She softly laughed a bit but watched for his reaction regardless.

Rodrigo

Rodrigo was grinning from ear to ear. There wasn't anything that Jade could do to top this and he believed that. She had already done so much for him. It was more than anyone he's ever dated before had done for any occasion and it was easy to see why he had fallen so hard and so quickly for her.  He chuckled when Jade slid off her stool and he watched her go. Her excitement made his excitement grow. Following her instruction, he closed his eyes and waited for her return.

When Rodrigo heard Jade's voice he chuckled once more and nodded. "No peeking..." He was smiling the entire time but his eyebrows rose when he heard the meow.  "Wait..." He couldn't keep his eyes closed any longer and when his eyes shot open, they welled up immediately. "Oh my God! ,Jade!"  It was the most incredible gift anyone had ever given him and he reached for the cat with grabby hands and brought her close to his chest. "Oh my goodness. hello there!" He snuggled her and then looked up at his girlfriend. "Jade this ... , God, I'm so happy right now!"

Jade

Jade's heart beat a little fast, slightly nervous at how Rodrigo might react to the last gift. She was hopeful that he would like it but there was a bit of doubt creeping in. Sure, she had seen some cat accessories in his space and she knew now that Julia had basically stolen his cat from him. Jade had only hoped that this kitten would be well received; if not, she would keep it until she could find it a new home.

The kitten giving itself away as the surprise had made her laugh but she'd quieted when Rodrigo's eyes flew open and he'd teared up at the sight of the small, wide-eyed ocicat. His eagerness to receive the little feline made Jade grin as she stepped close and carefully handed the kitten off to her boyfriend. While he held her, Jade rested a hand on Rodrigo's shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "That's all I wanted for you today, for you to be happy and have a really good birthday. And a kitten." She grinned, looking down at the kitten who was looking around a bit but mostly leaning into Rodrigo's chest which Jade was more than certain was very warm. "She's got a collar and a travel carrier, but she needs a name."

Rodrigo

Rodrigo smiled tenderly when the kitten cuddled into his chest. He couldn't resist nudging the top of her head gently with his chin. He had missed this so much . "I am very much in love," he admitted with a grin and snaked his arm around Jade's waist to bring her close to his side. "I love you so much. Thank you, thank you so so much. Best birthday, ever. Really." He puckered his lips, asking for a kiss and chuckled softly. "A name, huh? Well, I think it only makes sense we name her after something or someone that brought us together. So...how about Miranda?" He looked up at his girlfriend and then down at the kitten. "Do you think she likes it?"

Jade

Jade easily leaned into Rodrigo when his arm came around her. She saw his request for a kiss and happily granted it, her hands gingerly cupping his cheeks as she did so. "I love you too," she whispered back to him. Smiling all over again, she'd been happy to see and hear him be so happy for his birthday. It was all she wanted for him. He was more than amazing in her eyes, and at the very least, he deserved to be happy. One of her hands stayed near his cheek, absentmindedly sliding back to rub the hollow of his ear while he talked out an idea of the kitten's name. A grin spread across her lips when she heard the name idea. "As in Lin-Manuel," Jade realized, thinking about how they'd met duet o Hamilton, and how they'd both ended up at the movies in the park when Encanto was being shown. "I think she loves it. Miranda's a great name, honey." She leaned in and kissed his temple and then his cheek. After watching Rodrigo and Miranda for a bit, Jade stepped out his hold so that she could get his dessert. She popped part of it in the microwave while going into the freezer and taking out a carton of vanilla ice cream. After preparing two scoops, she took the first item from the microwave, set them on the counter and then placed a scoop of vanilla on each. And then she brought two plates back to the counter--homemade molten lava cake with the vanilla ice cream slowly melting on top. "Happy birthday to you..." Jade faintly sang, her face already growing a bit warm as she did so.

Rodrigo

Having his girlfriend next to him, seeing how happy she was with just making him happy and Miranda nestled into his chest, it was almost surreal how far they had come. The times he thought he may have lost his chance with her and then learning about the monster known as Jeanette truly made Rodrigo feel a sense of relief that they got to this point. "As in Lin-Manuel." He echoed her words and he looked up at her with a giant smile. Miranda was now purring and Rodrigo was already so in love with her.  "Thank you! I think she loves it too." He continued snuggling his kitten, turning slightly in his seat so that he could watch Jade at work. He didn't even think about dessert as she had already surpassed all expectations he had. She kept doing that with each gift and morsel that he had the privlilage of trying. When Jade began to sing to him, his smiled widened even more and he gently place Miranda down so that he could give his girlfriend his undivided attention. Rodrigo whispered the words "Thank you" and pulled Jade towards him. He wrapped his arms around her, delicately placing his chin on her chest and looking up at her. "Te amo. Mucho, muchismo. Thank you for making this day so special for me."

Jade

Throughout the afternoon of preparing the dinner and dessert for two, Jade realized just howich she enjoyed spoiling Rodrigo. It wasn’t something she did on a daily or constant basis but getting to do small but meaningful acts of kindness for him felt important to her, even before he became her boyfriend. And now that it was his birthday, and a milestone at that, she was genuinely happy about showering him with good things to make him feel extra loved and his birthday feel special. After presenting the dessert and a softly sung rendition of 'Happy Birthday', she came back around the breakfast bar to join Rodrigo, only to be pulled back into his arms. Smiling, she wrapped her own arms around his shoulders and kissed his nose. "Te amo," she repeated back to him. "Y feliz cumple. I'm glad you feel that way, beloved." Jade then kissed his forehead while her fingers gingerly played in his hair, "And I meant what I said earlier. Anything you want tonight. I'm all out of surprise gifts to give, but you have your desserts and your presents to enjoy. Or we can find a movie to watch, listen to some music, download a game on our phones... whatever you want."

Rodrigo

"Whatever I want, she says." He stuck the spoon into the icecream and offered some to his girlfriend with a smile. "I want my hard working girlfriend who must be soooo tired from putting together the best day ever to relax and enjoy me going over the hill..." He chuckled and then placed the spoon back into the cake. He looked over to Miranda who had made herself comfortable on one of the chairs and grinned. "Looks like the baby is out so maybe we can try out some toys?" Rodrigo smirked and looked up at her, lightly smacking her ass once. "This was delicious but I can think of other things I'd love to have for dessert."

Jade

"Yes, whatever you want, birthday boy," Jade replied, standing beside him. She accepted his offer of the ice cream but only ate half of what was on the spoon before kissing the side of his face with her chilly lips. After following his gaze to Miranda and smiling softly at the snoozing kitten, Jade let out a quiet gasp and grinned from the smack to her ass that accompanied what Rodrigo wanted to do. "Oh? Well I'm glad you've told me. But I guess you're going to have to show me what other things you're thinking of." Slowly, she backed away from him, her eyes never leaving his as she fully invited him to take the lead, or follow her into the bedroom.

[endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus]

More Zaddy Brain Rot + Spicy Hand Headcannons

alright hear me out, two words: Leather Gloves

Warning: NSFW 18+ ONLY

The moment a slight chilly breeze wooshes in, Silco is gloved and loaded. In a dedicated drawer he has a collection of leather gloves crafted from the finest material. Some are customized with spikes and studs on days he needs to deal with business while the others are plain or embroidered with his signature crest all of which vary in shades of black, brown and red

Today was a casual day and called for his usual black simple, smooth fitted gloves. They slipped on easily, giving each digit a warm and welcoming hug. They were indeed a perfect pair.

The crime lord truly felt powerful when he wore them; he would often greet you with his hand extended out which you would take in your own and lay a kiss on the knuckles. Electricity would shoot up your spine as the icy fabric met your lips; your eyes locking in place with his. He didn’t need to say anything because his mischievous glare said it all.  He expected to be treated like the royalty he is and you obeyed every command.

He knows it doesn’t take long to lure you into his office and If seeing him in his gloves wasn’t enough, feeling him is a whole other level. He would press you up against the edge of his desk before hoisting you to now sit on the wooden furniture. At first his roaming fingers would leave a cool trail behind, giving you an instant rush - every inch of your delicate skin was shivering with chills - he’s only just begun and you were already a melted puddle under his touch.

Of course the cheeky bastard would take his sweet time; dragging his hand at a tantalizingly slow pace up your plush thigh and towards the lacey undergarment he’s specially handpicked for you. He’d hook his first two fingers under the elastic band and pull it just enough for it to snap back causing you to squeak. Those same two troublesome fingers would graze ever so lightly towards your clothed slit while his free hand snaked its way through the valley of your breasts and firmly braced around your throat eliciting a faint gasp from you.

He’d soon become impatient of the endless teasing and feathered like strokes and have a carnal need to touch your supple skin. He’d loosen his grip from your neck and cup one side of your face, the velvety texture of his gloved thumb outlining the shape of your lips. “Open.” he’ll demand and you’ll do as so. Your tongue would loll out for him and without a second thought you’d wrap around his intruding finger; gently sucking. He’d growl his next order, “Off.” and you’ll slide your tongue back and replace it with your teeth, giving enough force for him to slip his thumb out. You’d repeat the same action for each individual finger and free his ever so wicked long fingers.

If you weren’t behaving he’d take the lovely opportunity to teach your bratty self a lesson. He’d force you to kneel before him, crammed between his spread legs. His thumb and forefinger pinching your cheeks together, pressing your lips into a pout. His expression was stone cold, the same one he uses to mark others with fear, unfortunate for him it didn’t have the same effect with you. No problem, he has alternative ways to break you.

Your stubbornness got the best of you today; “Count to ten.” his sentence didn’t register in your mind when he planted the first smack on your ass. You merely whimpered when he repeated the action; each slap increased intensity, echoing louder and louder throughout the corridor due to the leather. When you reached ten you were a sobbing mess, you could barely feel your ass thinking he had slapped it right off. His demeanor softened, soothing your raw, reddened bum with the coolness of his gloved hand.

[sea-owl]

The door opened and someone was in his room. Orochimaru's henchmen knew better. This person was either very new, or extremely stupid.

Sasuke was gonna go with extremely stupid since even in his half awake state their chakra felt familiar.

Well since Orchimaru won't teach his henchmen Sasuke supposes he has too.

Silently summoning one of his snakes Sasuke commanded it to incapacitate them. The snake nodded and slithered towards the door.

A feminine gasp rang through Sasuke's ears as he sits up. He swears to all that is holy if that is Karin-

Sasuke paused when pink hair enters his vision instead of red. What was Sakura doing here? How did she find this place?

Sasuke's snake had successfully wrapped itself around Sakura, imbolizing her. Though he could tell it was stuggling to keep her in place. Her body is half turned away, like she was hidding behind the door. Her head facing the crack in the door, most likely waiting for the person or thing she was hidding from to pass.

"Sakura."

Sakura flinches, slowly turning her head. "Sasuke."

Sasuke caged Sakura against the wall with his own body. His lips a breath away from kissing her ear. "It's been a long time, Sa-ku-ra."

[atozfic]

lessons in law.

⎘ pairing: fem!reader x choi san.

⎘ genre: dilf!san, lawyer!san, tutor!san, law-student!reader, smut, all parties are of legal age!!

⎘ warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling, light name calling, mentions of punishment, san is a simp in denial.

⎘ description: sometimes, there’s nothing wrong with an oral exam.

⎘ word count: 1.6k

⎘ author’s note: this was supposed to be a less-than-500-words timestamp. 🧍‍♂️

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“for a d-defamation lawsuit to turn out success- fuck!” from the moment your resolve slips, you regret it, almost going as far as to complain verbally, if you didn’t already know better.

talking back will only get you punished, and not in the way of whips and chains and all things spice, but in the way of being left high and dry, pussy wet and unfilled. 

cold air brushes up against your sensitive folds as the man beneath your desk pulls away from your sopping core. you glance down in time to catch the way he swipes his tongue over his lips, collecting the juices you’ve covered him in, in as little as the three minutes he’s been down there.

he’s looking at you with one eyebrow raised, expectantly, awaiting you to correct the error of your ways.

“did i tell you to stop reading, princess?” his voice, the way the gruff in it curls over his words and his beautiful lips move as he speaks, sends a fresh rush of arousal down your nerves.

“no, mr. choi.”

“and what did you do?” 

“stop-” you start, only to do the very thing you said when you jolt in your seat, moments after he’d blown air onto your pulsating heat, torturing you with the minimum amount of pressure against your clit. it takes a deep, calming breath on your end to centre yourself again. “i stopped reading.”

“tsk.” his response worries you. so vague, you’re yet to figure out if he’s going to even bother continuing with the pleasure he was giving you. as if sensing your unsure nature, the drag of his pointer finger over your soaked entrance becomes his answer to the unasked question. “how am i supposed to know you’re studying the notes i gave you if you do that, hmm? do it again and we’ll have to cut the tutoring lesson short today.”

he could have whispered the words and you still would have heard him loud and clear. your eyes reluctantly snap back to the textbook instead of staring down at the sight of him between your legs, hair perfectly slicked back and begging to be messed up, tie undone and hanging from his neck, shirt sleeves rolled up his arms and straining against the muscles of his forearms.

“the act of defamation occurs when someone makes a false and harmful statement...” you begin reciting the words again, after you’d cleared your throat.

as san’s face lowers back onto your aching cunt, you remind yourself over and over to read, just read. that’s all he wants you to do and, in exchange, he’ll take you to heaven with his tongue. but oh, it is so much easier said than done. your hands soon find a grip on the edge of the desk, a place to root yourself down while his tongue drags over you lazily.

“there’s two different types of defamation-” his tongue teases at your hole and you want to beg him, scream at him to shove it- or any other part of him- into your cunt, walls clenching around nothing but your own wetness, causing it to ooze out onto your tutor’s waiting tongue. “libel is the name given to any defamatory words that are written...”

“my princess has the prettiest pussy.” a hand snakes it’s way up your leg, wrapping a tight grip around your thigh before he props it onto his shoulder. when his tongue finally breeches your walls again, it’s at a whole new angle than earlier, and that alone has you wishing you could throw the textbook off your desk only for you to bend over it while mr. choi takes you from behind.

“slander is spoken defamation, and often more trickier to prove in court...” instead, you keep reading so that he’ll keep eating.

“what would your dad say if he knew this is what you use our tutoring sessions for, huh?” san continues to taunt you between licks of your cunt, switching his focus between your hole and your clit. he’s trying to get you to disobey him. “if he knew his dear friend who he asked to help his pretty little daughter get accepted into his law firm has actually been teaching her how to take a proper cock? oh, and just imagine his face if he knew that i fucked you under his very own roof.”

“d- defamation cases are often costly and are a long procedure...” you can’t help it when, instinctually, your hand flies down to tangle itself in his perfectly done hair. instead of pushing you away like you’d thought he would have, san only closes his eyes and let’s out a moan as you tug his hair, face nestling itself deeper between your legs and causing his nose to bump against your clit.

“you have no idea how much i think about you, baby.” his free hand lands on your heat, cupping it as he pulls back to stare up at you. “got me wishing i could have you every hour of the day. that you were mine alone to touch, and fuck, and kiss.”

“w-what would-” you become brave suddenly, spurred on by the moment of vulnerability from the man between your legs, looking so much more at your mercy than ever before, like he’s begging to worship the only goddess he’ll ever know. “your son, or your ex-wife, say if they knew you were doing this, hmm? that you took on an apprentice only to corrupt her?”

“you were corrupted long before i got my hands on you, y/n.” he smirks up at you, only to chuckle when he thrusts a finger into your cunt, no warning, and you gasp, tugging on his hair again. “the only thing i’ve done is show you how good sex can be when you’re doing it with someone experienced instead of some sweaty frat-boy who finishes in two minutes and doesn’t even know where your clit is.”

“you’d be surprised, some of them are better than you give them credit.” you’re lying, without an ounce of shame about it. and it’s more than worth it to see the way his eyes darken, his eyebrows frown, his hand picks up the speed that his finger thrusts into you.

no warning comes when he inserts a second finger. 

“really? can they make you beg for their cock like a bitch in heat?” he doesn’t bother to stall any longer, head diving back down between your legs to shut you up.

his mouth latches onto your clit, rolling it between his lips and prodding at it with his tongue while he continues to fuck you with his hand. a third finger enters you and you throw your head back, body curling off the leather of your desk chair while you tighten your grip on san’s hair.

“mr. choi, please.” you’re not even sure what you’re begging for.

“yeah, just like that. a little slut begging to be fucked full, that’s all you are, right? and no one knows how to give you what you want but me.” every whine, moan of your voice, every time your walls tighten around his digits, it strokes his ego and keeps him giving you more, more, more.

when the coil in your body is so close to finally snapping, he rips his hand from you. it’s a moment of devastation only, until you feel his hand, soaked in you, clasping around your other thigh and dragging it over his shoulder too. then his tongue is back in you, drinking in every bit of essence your quivering hole offers him.

when you cum, it’s with your body more sat on him than the actual chair, hands on your ass and holding you against his face as his tongue continues to work you through the electrifying feeling, nose bumping over your clit every so often. while your jaw is slacked open in a silent scream, san makes no attempt to hold back the moans and grunts ripping through his chest.

“shh, shh, i’ve got you.” he coos when he rises from under your desk, lowering your still quivering body back down onto your chair. you have half the mind to wonder if he’s a completely different man to the one who’d been buried between your thighs minutes ago, as he brings up a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. instead of a smirk or a scowl, he wears a smile, even when you feel his fingers dip back between your swollen folds.

“mr. choi, i need a break first-”

“shh, it’s okay.” and you believe him, as he retracts his hand and brings it up to your mouth, commanding you to open it. your eyes flutter shut as your mouth wraps around his fingers, tasting yourself all over them. “so pretty, aren’t you?”

you can only nod, so relieved he gave you what you wanted even though you’d stopped reading. you’re unsure how long he lets you sit there with his fingers in your mouth but him removing them brings you back into the room instantly. coating your cheek in your own spit-mixed cum as he cups it, he leans down to place a kiss on your neck.

“i need to go make a quick call but, when i come back, i expect you to be naked on your bed, ass up and face down.” this time it really is nothing but a whisper, yet you hear him loud and clear.

“why?” it seems like a silly questions to ask, when you already know exactly why he wants you in that position.

“you didn’t think i was really going to let you get away with talking back to me, did you?”

[jisooapproved]

hellooo !!! Can i request for threesome with nomin ? But they really really hard dom kink 🤧

Sir and Daddy

warnings- smut, daddy kink, sir kink, toys, use of sex toys, chains, (reader is handcuffed) threesome (nomin), degradation, cussing, blindfolding (reader is blindfolded), vibrator and wand use, and unprotected sex 

Requested-yes!

word count-1.2K

a/n- Jeno is Sir and Jaemin is daddy 

A loud thud sounded near you, your head snapped in that direction. You heard footsteps enter the room. But with the blindfold on you couldn't see anything, you usually could tell the difference between the footsteps but in this scenario that wasn't the case. You had been blindfolded, your arms chained above you, your legs spread apart, and a bullet vibrator vibrating inside of you wildly. It wasn't on the highest setting, but it did almost bring you to orgasm but couldn't quite reach it yet. You felt the bed sink slightly near your side near your left leg and you flinched when someone touched it. "Aww, look Jeno she followed our directions! Didn't you now slut?" Jaemin cooed, you nodded to the best of your ability but the vibrator was now slowly bringing you to your orgasm and you knew you wouldn't last long.

“Are you sure Jaemin? I wouldn’t mind teaching this bitch a lesson.” he scoffed. You felt his intense stare at you you could only squirm against the chains. You were about to open your mouth the beg for the vibrator to be turned off but before you could the vibrator went silent. “Good girl, such a good girl” Jaemin growled in your ear as he turned on the vibrator making it come to life at the highest setting. You screamed out in pleasure as you could hear snickering from the foot of the bed. “You like this slut?” a harsh slap from a whip was delivered onto the right nipple and you yelped at the contact. “Yes! Yes daddy!” you screamed as another slap was felt on your stomach. Your orgasm came before you could even say it. You let out a long high pitch moan as the pleasure washed over you. Your legs shook as your walls clenched around the object. You slowly came down from the orgasm and your head cleared. The blindfold was removed as you were met with an angry Jeno and a disappointed Jaemin. “Y/n... did we tell you... you could cum?” Jaemin caressed your cheek as Jeno rolled his eyes. Hating how Jaemin was being soft. You shook your head in response to his question, a tear slipped from your eye, landing on Jaemins thumb. “Well since you seem so eager why don’t we just get to the main course huh?” Jeno scorned as he removed his clothing, the younger coping his actions. Once both of their clothes were discarding onto the floor Jaemin nodded at Jeno letting Jeno crawl onto the bed and spread your legs wide open so your cunt was on display for him. His long thick fingers dug into you yanking out the toy and throwing it away out of your vision. You whined at the loss as he stood back on his knees and pumped his length. Lining it up with your entrance he was able to slide in with ease as your wetness from your previous orgasm coated his cock. Your walls involuntarily clenched around him due to the sensitivity. He groaned before snaking his hand to your breast then to your neck, holding it with a firm grip. “You fucking kill me when you do that slut” he hissed as he started to move, sparing no mercy for your dripping hole. “Daddy!” you yelped as the grip around your neck got tighter. He thrust into you at an animalistic pace making your eyes roll back, breaking the rule to maintain eye contact with them at all times. “Look at him,” Jaemin gritted his teeth. His patient for you was slowly running out. You managed to keep your eyes on him as Jeno continue his pace until he stilled. His hot seed spilling to you, pulling out he pushed the excess cum that has leaked out back in with his finger. "Aww come on dude, I wanted to eat her out!" Jaemin whined as he crawled onto the bed. Jeno only shook his head before looking at the pink-haired boy. “You can still eat her out it’s just you will taste my kids” he mused, Jaemin rolled his eyes and you chuckled at the sit-com-like situation playing in front of you. When you did laugh the attention was now on you. Their burning gazes drilling a hole in you. “You’re enjoying this slut? I Jaemin I think she is done resting now what do you think” “I think you are absolutely right Jeno”. Jaemin smirked before he went to the drawer and pulled out a Hitachi Wand and Jeno spread out your legs. Your eyes widen at the toy and tears filled up in your eyes, as a flashback from the last time the toy came into play flashed across your mind. Jeno noticed and caressed your cheek. “Don’t worry baby, remember how much fun it was last time?” he cooed and you slowly nodded. Jaemin turned on the toy, he lowered it so it was just above your clit, ghosting it. He looked up at you. “Safeword?” “Cactus” you replied obediently, he smiled and kept eye contact as the toy came in contact with your clit. “Ahhh, Daddy! Sir!” you screamed at the new sensation. You were still sensitive from your last orgasm but with the toy, you felt the knot from at the bottom of your stomach. You threw your head back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Without moving the toy from your clit Jaemin positioned himself in between your legs and slowly entered you. The remaining of Jeno’s cum and your slick that was leaking out helped Jaemin slide in easier than he expected. Once he bottomed out he hunched over you, letting out a sexy deep groan. “Damn y/n, your so wet,” he whispered lowly in your ear. You moaned and clenched around him at his words. He hissed before removing the toy from you and handing it to Jeno. Once the toy was out of his hands he placed one hand on your boob giving it a good squeeze as he started at a rough pace. You wrestled against the chains a he got fast and faster. You forgot about Jeno for a few moments until you heard the wand turn on again, as it settled on your clit. “SIR! i-” only after a few short seconds you came, your legs shook as Jaemin followed after not being able to go on much longer after your velvety walls spasmed around him. "Aw fuck y/n" Jaemin whined, he slowly pulled out of you and moved aside to release you from your chains. "Wait... Y/n come here."  Jeno commanded. Once free from the chains you crawled your way to the end on the bed where Jeno was pumping his semi-hard length. "Open." you opened your mouth and took him in. Going slowly at first until you decide to fully engulf him- hitting the back of your throat in the process. He let out a deep groan, grabbing your hair making a make-shift ponytail, he started to thrust into you. He went faster and faster, tears pricked your eyes. Until you felt the warm liquid coat the back of your throat as now Jeno’s semi-soft cock was right in front of you- a string of spit and cum connecting his cock to your lips.

“good girl” they cooed in unison. You smiled as you swallowed the salty cum. 

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“I’ll Pitch in and Help My Cute Apprentice”

Obey Me Solomon Smut, 3.7k words

Warnings: 18+ under the cut, afab she/herMC, pure smut, a little bit of plot actually, dom!Solomon, fingering, spitting, degradation, blowjob, penetration, a whole lot of nsfw, but a fluffy ending, Solomons a cocky bastard

Summary: You’re Solomon’s apprentice, attempting to master the arts of wizardry. Solomon challenges you to perform a spell he recently showed you, yet you have some troubles performing it successfully. Solomon shows you just how to perform it, getting a little too close-which results in frustration. Lucky for you, he decides to lend a helping hand. 

“Ugh...are you kidding me right now?” You groaned out, putting your head in your hands. It was the umpteenth time you had performed this levitation spell, yet the book sitting on the desk in front of you was not levitating no matter how much concentration you put in. You opened your mouth to recite the spell yet again but was startled by the door to your room opening.

Whipping your head around, your eyes met Solomon’s gray-yellow gaze, sparkling with amusement as he took in your frustrated state. He strode over to where you were sitting, glancing at the book before letting out a chuckle. 

“I see the book hasn't moved since I left. Having some troubles?” He smugly asked, folding his arms and leaning against the wall beside you. 

“I can see the cocky grin forming Sol, and I gotta say, it is not helping,” you mumbled, imploring your cheeks to not flush in embarrassment.  You weren’t sure what you were doing wrong. You already knew you harbored great magic skills, and you were fairly sure you memorized the incantation correctly. So why wasn’t the damn book moving? You wanted to prove to Solomon that you could do this-that you weren’t some helpless apprentice that he had to watch out for. And there he was, standing beside you, staring at your failure of levitation.

“Here,” he started, grabbing a seat and scooting next to you,  “let me help. Show me exactly what you’ve been doing and we’ll tweak it so you’re succeeding, okay?” He offered, a small smile resting on his lips. 

You nodded in response, watching as he folded his arms once more, sitting back to watch you carefully. Taking a deep breath, you recited the spell with as much concentration and force as you could muster. The book sat there like it was mocking you, and you wanted nothing more than to curse out that stupid book. 

“I see.” He commented, his hand resting against his chin thoughtfully. “The speaking portion of the spell was done wonderfully, MC. However, with levitation spells, you have to use your hand to indicate the way you’d like your object to move, along with picturing it in your mind. Shall I demonstrate for you?” He proposed, looking at you for confirmation. 

“Please do,” you responded, feeling silly for not knowing such an important part of the spell.

You watched as he stood up, smoothing his shirt down. He had on a dark gray button up, the top button undone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with tight black jeans adorned with a black leather belt. His cream jacket was hanging on the back of his chair. As you watched him, you couldn’t help but admire how attractive he was. A sharp jawline, prominent nose, intense eyes, silvery white hair....it was almost unfair that such an attractive man was your mentor. 

His left hand lifted elegantly, his slender and nimble fingers motioning upwards, the book following his commands. He turned to look at you, smiling, saying, “Just like that.”

You swallowed roughly. Was he being suggestive on purpose? You shook yourself of the thought, not allowing your mind to go there right now...that would be for later tonight. “Th-thanks for showing me, Sol. I think I got it now” you responded, expecting him to have you try it again.

“Actually, I think I should instruct you on how to move your hands. It’ll help you. Come here.” He proclaimed, motioning for you to stand next to him. 

“O-okay,” you stammered, lurching forward out of nervousness, unknowing of what he was up to. 

You swore you felt your heart stop as he stepped behind you and took ahold of your waist, positioning you how he wanted. The feeling of his long, slender fingers on your waist made your mind wander yet again, wondering how amazing they would feel digging into your hips as he- no, no, stop that. We’re practicing spells, that’s all, you thought to yourself, taking a deep breath.

Suddenly Solomons chest was pressed flush against your upper back, his nose and mouth dangerously close to your ear. You let out a gasp at the movement, not expecting him to come so close to you. 

“S-Sol, you’re kinda close...” you trailed off as he hummed nonchalantly.

“I’m helping you, apprentice. You need your hand technique down if you want to succeed in levitation spells.” He murmured. “This is your dominant hand, correct?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, feeling the hair on the back of your neck stand as his warm breath fawned against your ear. 

His hand snaked up your arm, warm fingers taking ahold of your hand, positioning them perfectly. Your brain hardly registered that his other hand was still resting on your waist, his close proximity fogging your mind. His hands were calloused from years and years of experience as a sorcerer. 

“You're so obedient, my dear,” he murmured against the side of your neck, his lips ghosting against the sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you instinctively pressed yourself against him even more. “Turn around,” he mumbled, letting go of your hand and giving you space for you to spin around. As you looked up at him, your hands came up to rest on his chest. His one hand kept a strong hold on your hip, his other coming up to cup your cheek.

“I-is this really okay?” You asked him quietly, unsure if he really wanted to be doing this with you right now.

“Why?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”

You could feel the tension in the few inches between your faces, and you couldn’t deny the heat pooling in your stomach. You shook your head, closing your eyes for a few moments. Opening your eyes after taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you admitted, “I’ve been wanting this for awhile...”

The way his eyes glinted made you suddenly feel a little uneasy- his expression almost darkened, his captivating eyes somewhat narrowing. “Is that so, MC? For how long?” He inquired, his face slowly leaning closer to yours. You breathed in, notes of lavender and coriander flooding your senses. Even his scent was alluring. 

“Ever since you began teaching me,” you admitted once more, feeling your cheeks heat up, your gaze finally shifting away from him.

“Poor thing.” He paused to lick his lips, leaning in close enough to your ear to feel his warm breath fanning on the outer shell. “That pathetic excuse of a dildo just doesn’t do the trick like my cock would, does it?” He murmured in a mocking tone.

You took a sharp inhale of breath through your nose, turning your head and gaze away from him. How did he know you’d been desperately searching for something to fuck yourself with imagining it was him? Did he catch you? Did he hear you? Did he find your toys? So many thoughts raced through your flustered mind.

Suddenly, his slender fingers grabbed your chin, sharply turning your head to face him. A stern look adorned his handsome features, his gray-yellow gaze burning into yours. “I asked you a question, my dear. I would suggest that you answer me.” He demanded, feigning an offended and annoyed attitude. You subconsciously squeezed your thighs together, feeling your cheeks redden even further as you whispered, “Nothing could possibly compare to you....”

He leaned in so close that his lips barely ghosted against yours, murmuring “That’s what I thought,” before capturing your lips in a kiss.

Kissing Solomon was nothing like you imagined- in your fantasies you both were always so desperate, pawing at each other, messily kissing. But this....this was far better than anything you could’ve thought up. He was kissing you roughly but slowly, his hand coming up to the back of your head and pushing you further into him. You would be lying to yourself if you said you couldn't have stayed there and kissed him for hours.

You stifled a moan as his tongue swiped your bottom lip, acting like he was asking you for entrance. However, he quickly and forcefully shoved his tongue through your lips. You couldn't even suppress the moan that escaped you at his roughness and you began massaging his tongue with your own. Your hands came up to the nape of his neck, gently pulling on his silvery hair. 

You pulled away to gasp for air, a trail of saliva connecting your lips together. Solomon was breathing heavily as well, his eyes hazy as he continued to watch your every move. 

“Should I take you here on the desk? Or would you prefer I pin you down on your bed?” He asked huskily, gripping your hips tightly, forehead resting against yours. 

Your mind was foggy with lust, wanting him here and now. Not being able to hold back, you pleaded, “Here, fuck me here, please.” 

With a grin, he picked you up, your legs coming up around his waist, and sat you down on the desk, his crotch pressing against your lower region. You could feel his hard on through both of your pants and let out a slight moan as you pressed into him further, fingers gripping the hair on the back of his head. His face was flushed, hair tousled, and lips somewhat bruised- he looked delectable.

“You have no idea how much you’ve teased me,” Solomon said lowly, clenching his jaw as he went about removing your shirt, enunciating each word with each button he undid. “How many times I’ve endured you leaning over to see what I'm doing, practically shoving your chest in my face,” He spat, making his point by reaching around to unclasp your bra, watching as the fabric slipped off of your breasts. You could feel how red your face was, and instinctively went to cover up your chest with your arms. However, Solomon swiftly grabbed ahold of both of your wrists, holding them away from your chest. “Don’t hide from me. You’ve teased me enough for a lifetime,” he breathed out, staring at you intensely. You nodded, giving into him, and he let go of your wrists. “Stand up for a second, doll,” he murmured, and began to remove your pants, placing a kiss below your navel, leaving you in just a pair of soaked panties. 

He sucked air in through his nose as he palmed at your chest, thumb and middle finger rubbing and tweaking your pert nipples. You moaned softly at his ministrations, encouraging him to keep going while threading your fingers through his hair above his nape. He ducked his head down to take a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking as his other hand trailed down your stomach to right above your panties, fingering at the fabric teasingly, pulling it back and snapping it against your hip. You let out a louder moan at that, and his mouth popped off your swollen nipple, giving you a look you couldn’t quite read. 

“Please touch me,” you whimpered out desperately as he flattened his palm, cupping your sex through your panties. He let out a breath through his nose. 

“Look at you. Begging without me telling you to,” he whispered into your neck, biting down as his hand continued rubbing against your sex and the other still playing with your nipple. You moaned out for him, gripping onto his shoulders as his fingers slipped the fabric of your panties aside and began to thumb at your clit in slow circles, continuing to leave marks on your neck.

You opened your legs wider to provide him better access to your dripping cunt, gasping as he trailed his forefinger through your glistening folds. “You are such a whore for me, you know that? Spreading your legs for your mentor, letting him touch you as he pleases. And you fucking love it,” he spat, slipping a finger into your hole. “Show me how desperate you are. Tell me how badly you want me,” he persisted, pumping his finger in and out of you at a quickening pace, his other hand now grabbing your inner thigh.

“Please, Solomon, I need you so badly, I-I think of you every time I touch myself-oh,” you cut off with a moan as he thrusted a second finger into your needy cunt, your grip on his shoulders tightening, attempting to stifle your louder moans as his fingers pumped in and out of you roughly and quickly. 

“I don’t remember telling you I was satisfied. Keep talking,” He coaxed, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he finger-fucked you.

You took in his state as you begged for him- his upper chest -exposed from a few undone buttons- , neck, and face were flushed and he was beginning to get sweaty. His breathing was already somewhat irregular. “Please, please, please fuck me, Sol. I will do anything, I need you so badly, I can’t take it,” you pleaded with him desperately.

“Good girl,” he praised, and you felt your heart soar. He slowed his fingers down before removing them completely and brought them up to your lips. “Clean my fingers.” He demanded, tracing your bottom lip with his soaked index finger. You whined at the loss of his warm fingers in your cunt.

You parted your lips, sucking his fingers into your mouth. You winced at the taste of yourself, but was committed to pleasing him. You ran your tongue up and down and between the two fingers, ensuring his fingers would be coated with your saliva. Suddenly he shoved his fingers further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and then removing his fingers from your mouth altogether. He had an amused look on his face as you gagged from his ministrations. “Such a filthy whore.” He murmured, wiping his fingers off on his pants. 

You awaited his next move, feeling your cunt throb as he undid his belt and pushed his pants down enough to pull his cock out of his boxers. 

“Open your mouth,” He commanded, and you obediently opened your mouth, looking up into his eyes. He leaned in close enough to where his lips brushed against yours. He then proceeded to spit in your mouth, his hand grabbing your  cheeks. “Don’t you dare swallow,” he ordered, and you closed your mouth, savoring his saliva.

“Suck me off, kitty,” he demanded, and you slipped off the desk to sink down onto your knees. Pressing a kiss to his tip, you took him into your mouth, coating his cock with his and your saliva. Your tongue massaged the underside of his cock as you bobbed your head up and down, Solomons fingers threading into your hair. He suddenly yanked your head back by your hair, your mouth popping off of his cock, hands coming up to grab his thighs to steady yourself. He had your head pulled back, your neck and chest exposed to him as he spit on you once more, his saliva landing on your collarbone, beginning to trail down to your breast. He groaned at the sight before shoving you back down onto his cock.

He began to snap his hips forward, using your mouth as nothing but a toy for his own pleasure. He kept hitting the back of your throat, reveling in your gags and gasps for air. 

“You’re taking my cock like you were meant for this, you slut,” he spat out through gritted teeth, continuing to thrust into your mouth. “You’re my little cock whore, huh? Aren't you?” Your lungs burned, your throat and mouth was sore, and your jaw was beginning to hurt. Tears were forming in your eyes as he abused your mouth, but you couldn’t help but love it. He groaned out, sighing as he yanked you off his cock once more.

“Get up and turn around before I decide to finish on your face,” he demanded, lazily stroking himself. You scrambled to your feet, and turned around, your back facing him. He pushed you up against the desk and pressed down on your upper back, bending you over. You let out a shaky moan as he rubbed his cock between your folds, teasing your entrance.

“Solomon, please,” you breathed out, on the verge of tears.

“I know, my cock whore needs filled, don’t you?” He groaned out as he began to push himself into your core, his hands grabbing your hips roughly.

You let out a moan as he began to stretch your walls, not used to his size. He pushed himself all the way into you, bottoming out with a grunt. Choking out a moan, you pushed your hips back against him, needing him to move.

“So needy, so impatient,” he tutted, and briefly pulled back to slam back into your cunt, his fingers digging into your hips, bringing you back to meet his thrusts as he began to settle on a somewhat quick and rough pace. 

You let out wanton moans every time his hips snapped forward to pound into your dripping cunt. His one hand snaked up to press on your lower back, the other keeping its death grip on your hip. 

“You're gripping onto my cock so tightly, fuck,” he groaned out, speeding up his pace. “You fucking love it, don’t you? Huh? You love my cock fucking you into this desk?” He breathed out, his hand that was on your lower back snaking underneath you to rub fervent circles on your clit. 

With him leaning down to rub your clit, the position changed, and his cock was hitting deeper than beforehand, slamming into that sweet spot. The moan you let out was obscene, the pleasure he was giving you being too much to contain. 

“Shit,” he moaned out, keeping up the pace but slamming into you even harder. You so badly wanted to see his face, how beautiful he would look with his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, his skin completely flushed, his eyebrows screwed upward, eyes tightly shut. 

The hand on your hip came up to your neck, and before you knew it he was shoving two fingers into your mouth while relentlessly pounding into your cunt. 

With him hitting your sweet spot and still fervently rubbing circles into your clit, you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach, and it was tightening fast. 

“S-sol, I’m gonna cum, please can I?” You moaned out around his fingers, and felt his thrusts becoming irregular, not able to keep the pace.

“Cum for me,” he groaned out, and you moaned out his name as you came, his fingers rubbing you all throughout your high. Your cunt clenched around him as you came, causing him to spill inside of you closely after, both hands gripping onto your bruised hips. The moan he let out while filling you was the hottest thing you had ever heard. He gave a few more thrusts before sighing, and slowly pulling his cock out of you. You whimpered at the loss of the full feeling, still trying to get your breathing under control. You felt his cum dripping out of your cunt as you heard him fiddling with his belt buckle. This was where he was going to leave you, right?

“MC, I’ll be right back,” you heard Solomon mutter, swiftly walking out of the room. You felt a pang in your chest as you wondered if maybe he wouldn’t come back, as ridiculous as that sounded. As you began to stand up, he re-entered the room.

“Whoa, whoa, don’t move yet. I need to clean you, love,” He stated, and you felt a warm washcloth gently cleaning around your lower region and thighs. Your heart swelled- he was helping you clean up. You couldn’t help but swoon at how caring and gentle he was being.

“Here, can you sit up for me?” He gently asked, helping you turn over. 

“Y’know Sol, that was the best sex of my life, but you still didn't paralyze me.” you quipped, sitting up as he began to dab the warm washcloth on your collarbone and down your chest. 

“...Yet.” He teased, raising his eyebrows and shooting you a serious look before letting out a light laugh. His smile was so lovely- you wished you could stay in this moment forever. “Also, you flatter me too much,” he added, a hint of red flushing his cheeks as he focused on cleaning you up. 

“Aaaannnddd...there we go. I think I’ve cleaned up my mess.” He announced, setting the washcloth down beside you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He was being uncharacteristically sweet, but you weren’t complaining.

He picked up whatever clothes you had on the floor and handed them to you, helping you pull your shirt over your head after you clasped on your bra, watching as you pulled your pants on. As soon as you were situated, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. 

As shocked as you were, you embraced him back, gently rubbing his back. His arm pressed on your lower back to push into him, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. 

“I think we should continue this,” he murmured into the top of your head.

“Continue what? Having sex?” You questioned, your face buried in his chest.

“Well, yes, if you want. But I mean....this.This spark between us is worth exploring, don't you think?” He responded, and if you listened hard enough, you could hear the smallest bit of nervousness in his voice.

“Sol....” You trailed off, pulling back from him slightly to look up at his soft gaze. “I would love that.” 

“I’m glad.” He beamed, squeezing you for a moment and then pulling away.

“Now....about that levitation spell,” he began, raising an eyebrow and bringing his hand up to his chin thoughtfully, “in the midst of our fun, we knocked the book off of the desk. Show me what you’ve learned- put the book back on the desk using a levitation spell.” He said, looking at you expectantly.

With a huff of disbelief, you looked at the book, and began to recite the incantation, seeing it gracefully float up onto the desk in your mind, your hand coming up to direct the book. And, right in front of both of your eyes, the book successfully levitated and was placed gently on the desk. You looked at Solomon, expecting him to congratulate you. 

“I always knew my cock worked wonders,” he grinned, arrogance suffocating the air around him. 

You couldn't believe you chose this cocky old man. 

- FIN

authors’ note: this is heavily inspired by Solomons new human world outfit. I saw the quote he had in the announcement for the new lessons and before I knew it the spirit of horny had possessed me and this was being written. 

Total time: 4hrs 33mins

Wordcount: 3782

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charmed [5]: ‘cycle’ (remus lupin x reader)

SMUT. professor! remus x professor!y/n. can be read as a one-shot, or as part 5 of the charmed series :) pls go show part 4 some love, and the rest of the chapters if u liked this! <3

brief summary: full moon approaching= horny as fuck remus. he can’t keep his eyes/hands off y/n, and after a whole day of being needy between classes, they ... ;) dom!remus, oral fem!receiving, fingering, size kink, ye

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a/n: i got rejected from my top choice university program today so if im gonna be unhappy, might as well make u guys happy and release parts 5 and 7

series summary: set in the prisoner of azkaban, including its major plot points. remus and y/n get hired by dumbledore last minute to teach at hogwarts, defense against the dark arts and charms respectively. not wanting the students to know they are married, they navigate the challenging year through hidden glances, hand holds underneath the table and loving moments in their offices. even with all their efforts to conceal their relationship, their chemistry does not go unnoticed by the student population of hogwarts, who grow fond of the pair as they offer them some of the best classes they’ve had in a while. their relationship as newlyweds is strengthened as teaching the next generation of wizards unlocks a sea of memories of their love story. for the second time in his life, remus holds hogwarts responsible for some of his happiest memories. he’s given the chance to create them with the love of his life, y/n, who has taught and continues to teach him that every part of him is lovable, remaining forever under her charm.

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5. 

Remus’ life was lived in cycles, various phases of the moon commandeering partially how he felt. 

His sex drive was always pretty high; how could he not feel desire- when he had Y/N around him in his life. They had a great sex life, and Remus was definitely one to get ‘love boners’, where he would see Y/N do something not remotely suggestive but would get the desire to fuck out of sheer adoration..

When the full moon came close, however… it was on a whole other level. His body carried tension and almost an incurable itch on the days preceding his transformation. His senses flared like a wolf’s, like hearing, touch and vision. It was his sense of smell, however, that enhanced the most. For about 2-5 days leading to the full moon, his smell became much sharper. If Y/N had recently showered, her fresh scent would overwhelm his nostrils, or if she got sweaty too. The second she got aroused, Remus would be able to pick it up, and the urge to bury his face in between her legs would wash over him.

So, he 300% got way hornier during this period of time. Paired up with his senses on overdrive, all he could think about during those few days was sex with Y/N, the tiniest things she did would get him instantly hard. He’d be turned on all the time.

As the month of September came to a close, both Y/N could definitely sense her husband’s even-higher-than-normal yearning. Remus’ persona in public never revealed how much of a beast he could be in the bedroom, always calm, respectful, prudent. He treated Y/N with the upmost care, and once they got to Hogwarts, with the upmost professionalism. That quickly faltered in the last couple of days.

The second students were out of her last class, he had her pushed up against the wall, the door of the classroom safely locked. Y/N even had to cancel one Charms practice session, because Remus wasn’t able to keep his hands off her: pulling her close to him and rubbing her back while he buried his nose in the perfume of her hair. When they graded or read together in the evenings, he would bend her over the desk, then take her again in the shower that night. Every morning, Y/N would wake up in the best way possible, feeling Remus’ tight hold behind her and his already hard cock rutting up against the flesh of her butt.

This morning, however, the couple wasn’t able to squeeze in a nice wake-up shag. They had overslept, and Y/N who started at 9am while Remus at 10, had to to get to class. She hurried off, getting dressed and down for a quick breakfast, leaving Remus waking up alone, humping the sheets slightly.

His frustrations lasted all day, and definitely were not aided when he saw that Y/N was wearing his favourite pair of pants of hers at lunchtime. While the way they looked at each other always somewhat hinted at their romance, Remus’ gaze was especially obvious, like he was mentally undressing her everywhere they went.

He was presently in between classes, sitting at a table in the staff room and trailing his wand over the lines of a student’s essay he was reading. He lifted his head when he heard the door creak open, and Y/N walked in happily, carrying a stack of papers in her hands. His thread was almost thrown back as he caught a whiff of her, just pure her, mixed with a hint of… arousal? She was wet, Remus thought lewdly.

Spotting Remus, Y/N gave him a big smile, then turned towards a little desk that had some of her stuff on it. Remus gave her a cheeky wink before his eyes followed her, unabashedly fixed on how those pants fit her so nicely. Y/N bent down to store the papers into her bag, and Remus quickly had to look away, forcing his gaze on the window before he would get hard.

“Hi, my love.” He smiled gently as she approached him, turning his chair and pulling her onto his lap.

“Rem!” Y/N whispered, jerking her head towards Professor Sprout.

She was the only other teacher there, but to Remus’ greatest delight, she seemed to have snoozed off in her armchair.

“She’s asleep.” Remus whispered back, hands running everywhere on Y/N’s body as she settled herself comfortably in his lap. “Besides, I missed you.”

“Aw, pumpkin-“ Y/N giggled, accepting Remus’ kiss as he pressed his lips on hers. “I, missed, you, too” She murmured in between kisses.

Remus’ hands were getting antsy, as one went to go squeeze Y/N’s breasts and the other caressed over her butt, smoothing over the thin fabric of her dress pants. The kiss deepened as they both began breathing heavier.

“Don’t,” Y/N breathed in, breaking apart from Remus’ soft face. “Don’t you have class in like-“ She glanced at the clock. “5 minutes?!”

Remus peered over her head and groaned, shaking his tousled head. “And you do too darling, right?”

“Yeah, it’s my last one of the day.” Y/N frowned.

Remus’ gaze softened, nuzzling Y/N’s nose with the tip of his own, in a cute little Eskimo kiss- type action.

“I really love these pants, you know, I’m wondering if you wore these on purpose” He grinned, the hand on her butt petting the material softly.

“Maybe, I did….” Y/N smiled back, their faces centimeters away from each other’s.

Remus, ears full of Y/N’s voice, nose full of Y/N’s natural homey scent, didn’t register the door opening again and they both turned with a jolt, when they heard Professor McGonagall clear her throat.

Y/N jumped out of Remus’ lap, Remus smoothing his hands that were all over her body, over his robes.

“Hi, Professor McGonagall- I was just- we were just getting ready for our next l-lesson.” Y/N stammered, face growing hot in embarrassment.

“Yes, class, here- I’ll walk you to your class, darling.” Remus said, bowing his head and following Y/N out of the staff room.

“Mhmm.” Professor McGonagall hummed, peering at the two through her thin rectangle glasses. She didn’t bother reminding them they could call her ‘Minerva’, but as they shuffled out the door, her thin lips curled up in amusement. “Oh, Pomona, I’m sure you are very lucky to be dead asleep right now.” She whispered, to the Herbology teacher whose eyes were sealed shut.

In the hallway, Y/N and Remus burst out laughing once they got a safe distance away.

“I am never going to emotionally recover from that.” Remus choked in between gasps for breath.

“Please, I’m never going to look her in the eye ever again.” Y/N howled, wiping a tear with her wrist. “I mean, at least we were just sitting… and not actually doing.. anything.”

They walked along a couple stairways, their body language having adjusted to the busy Castle. 

“Thanks for walking me, you didn’t have to.” Y/N said, once they reached the Charms classroom. She stood back to the door, hands behind her on the doorknob.

Remus simply smiled courteously, eyes drifting down her. Then, quickly, he peered around them and into the classroom. Seeing it was empty, he reached behind Y/N, turned the doorknob and swirled her inside, pressing her up against the door.

“Oh, Rem-“ Y/N squeaked in surprise, but her voice faded into a soft moan as Remus kissed her, her arms going up to wrap around his neck.

“Sorry, my love, I just can’t get enough of you.” Remus chuckled when they finally pulled apart.

“Hmm.” Y/N licked her lips. Feeling Remus casing her in against the door like this, his big build towering over her, made her knees all weak. “Okay, you know the best part about these pants?” She inquired.

“Hmm? Tell me, sweetheart.” Remus mused, eyelids growing heavy as he stared into her face.

She rose on her tippy toes to meet the height of Remus’ ears, “The material is so thin-”

She spun around, facing the door and pressed her backside against Remus’ front, feeling him through his trousers.

Gasping as Remus’ large hands went up to squeeze both her breasts, further pushing her against the door as he pressed himself against her smaller body, she said, “-I have to wear a thong.”

Remus’ hands on her froze, his eyes growing dark. A low growl was ebbing up his throat but before he could respond, Y/N snaked out of his hold.

“Okay, bye honey- have a good class!” Y/N chirped, grinning widely as she opened the door to let a group of students in.

Remus composed himself in a fraction of a second, a hand raking through his hazel locks in attempt to comb them over.

“Hi, Professor Lupin!” Some students said, happy to see him, to which he answered with a polite and kind “Hello, hello!”, and “Hello, Dean!”.

Once Y/N’s class was over, she hurried up to her living quarters. After taking a hot shower, she climbed onto the bed, in nothing but a thong and one of Remus’ big sleeping shirts. She lied down comfortably, fingers toying with the collar as she waited for her husband. He had one other class after hers and should be finished soon.

Accurately enough, Remus’ figure appeared in the fireplace a few minutes later. His footsteps approached the bedroom and as he entered, his belt was already clinking as he was unfastening it with one hand.

“Oh, baby.” He hummed appreciatively as he took in the sight of Y/N, splayed across their bed, thighs balmy and exposed. “Is that my shirt?”

Y/N nodded, appreciating how Remus’ locks of hair had fallen on his forehead, as if he was constantly running his fingers through them- which he did, in attempt to concentrate when he was giving his last lessons of the day.

Gripping the hem, Y/N lifted the shirt off, exposing her naked chest. Remus made a guttural sound as he lunged forward, going to squeeze, lick and suck over her breasts. His hands wandered south, grazing the wet spot on the cotton stripe that covered Y/N’s mound.

“And whose pussy is this, hmm?” Remus snarled slightly, canines shining as his lips curled into an eager smirk.

Y/N licked her lips as she decided not to answer, her eyes had a glint to them when she stared back challengingly at her husband.

Remus raised an eyebrow, but kept an unfazed demeanour. He stepped back from the bed, taking a stand at the edge of it.

“Okay, baby girl, I see how you’re being. Turn around for me.”

Y/N looked up at him excitedly before slowly turning on the bed, onto her stomach.

Remus let out a small appreciative growl at the sight of Y/N’s ass covered only by a thin thong, right in front of him ready for him to ravage.

“Should’ve started with an easier question, kitten- who does this ass belong to?” Remus simpered.

He bent forward to squeeze both cheeks in his large hands, then went on to graze his teeth softly against the flesh of her ass. He could smell her arousal fully now, the scent of her wetness entering his nostrils and clouding his vision.

When Y/N merely arched her lower back to stick our her bum more prominently, wiggling it, Remus cursed. He roughly palmed the flesh before he lifted his hand and delivered a loud swat to it.

Y/N gripped the sheets in her hands as she yelped out of pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you, you wanted a good spanking from daddy, huh?” Remus hummed, rubbing over the spot soothingly. 

“Yes.” Y/N breathed out shakily. “Please.”

Remus kneaded the flesh in his hands and reveled in the way it would bounce after he spanked it a few more times.

“Oh darling,” he cooed, bending down to leave a slow trail of kisses up Y/N’s back. “Your little bum looks so cute marked up in pink by my hands.”

The skin had pinked, and a considerable area too, considering how large Remus’ hands were.

“Remus, I’m- I’m so wet for you.” Y/N cried, lifting her lower body weight onto her knees so Remus could see her pussy in the air. Glistening and dripping in arousal.

The sight sent adrenaline down Remus’ groin, his cock now painfully hard and straining against his trousers. He could in a flash, shed his lower layers and pound into Y/N’s cunt as his urges wished him to, but he had to get a taste first.

“Really?” He said as he kneeled down on the side of the bed, now eye-level with Y/N’s core. He peeled back her thong, throwing it further on the bed.

“Yes, oh God, please.”

Remus peered over Y/N’s legs to see her face, scrunched up in anticipation. His hands trailed over the side of her thighs, sending visible shivers down her spine. 

“Now, will you be a good girl and tell me… who this pretty ass and pussy belong to?” He said in a low purr, voice husky.

Y/N’s pussy clenched as she felt his face so close to where she needed him to be, his hands cementing themselves around her legs.

“Yours, Remmy, I’m all yours, now please-“ she begged, tears prickling at her eyes because of how much she ached for his touch.

Remus’ hands softly grazed down her back and pressed harshly once they got to the lower part where the curve of her ass began, and pulled her cunt straight into his face.

“Merlin, you smell so fucking sweet.” He swooned, inhaling deeply before quite literally diving into her cunt, his warm tongue stretching to lick against her clit.

Y/N’s eyes rolled back, her head pressing harder into the pillow. “Fuck…” She choked out. Her hips gyrated against Remus’ face, but his firm hold locked her in place as he devoured her.

They both moaned, Remus’ tongue running up her slit a couple times to lap up all the slickness and fully taste it. He gave her clit a quick kiss before sucking on it, taking it in between his lips. 

“Fuck, r-right there.” Y/N breathed out, finally feeling an ounce of her desire fulfilled. 

Remus licked sloppily at her clit, drawing wet circles with his tongue as his entire face was engulfed in her, her wetness dripping and coating his chin and nose. He sighed contently, closing his eyes as he ate her out, his own cock plumping at the feeling of her hips and legs trembling.

It was like meditation, the wolf inside him finally somewhat being appeased. He lapped at her cunt like it was the last thing he’d ever do, tongue running through the soft folds that were sopping and slick from the mix of her arousal and his spit.

“Oh, Rem, oh-“ Y/N moaned, face scrunched in pleasure. The coil in her abdomen wound tighter, she was getting closer and she pushed her hips back against Remus’ mouth. He groaned into her cunt, his hands squeezing her fleshy hips harder, desperately stuffing his face into her. He loved it. 

He maintained his rhythm, focusing on suckling and flicking his tongue on her clit until she came with a cry, hips shaking out of his hold. He flattened his tongue to run it up her labia, and ended by planting a tender kiss on her sensitive clit before pulling away, slightly more sated than before.

“Delicious.” Remus panted, standing up and watching Y/N languidly turn over onto her back once again. He wiped his mouth and the tip of his nose clean with the back of his hand, Y/N watching with her face hot.

Y/N scooted to sit at the edge of the bed, ogling him. He towered over her as he stayed standing, looking down at her through heavy hungry eyelids, covered by his brown hair that was getting slightly messier.

“Wanna taste you.” Y/N smiled, reaching behind Remus’ kneecaps to bring him closer.

Remus chuckled darkly, his long arm needing to barely reach to stroke Y/N’s jaw.

“You look so cute from up here, dove, makes me want to play with you and see you cum, all over again.” He said, voice low.

Y/N bit her lip, not breaking eye contact with her husband.

“So gorgeous.” He groaned as Y/N took his thumb between her lips, suckling the pad of the finger. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking.. of what I want to do to you, how much I want to take that body of yours.”

“Then take me.” Y/N exhaled, mouth letting go of his thumb and smiling devilishly.

Remus’ eyes, if possible, turned darker in desire and he bent down, kissing Y/N passionately on the lips as his hands travelled down her naked torso. 

“Hmm, you’re so small, kitten,” Remus hummed, eyes following his hand that went to cup in between her legs. “Look how small your little pussy is in my hand.”

His fingers curled to feel how wet it was, Y/N spreading her thighs apart for him to access easier. He used his middle and ring finger to lather up some of her slickness, then dragged them up to her clit and started soft circles on it. Y/N whimpered, legs closing from how sensitive her bud was from her previous orgasm.

“Now, now pet.” Remus tutted, pulling away.

He licked the tips of his fingers clean, then shrugged off his woolly cardigan, hanging it on the back of a nearby chair. The full moon approaching always got his body temperature hotter than usual, so he skipped wearing a cloak today, and was left in his white dress shirt and tie. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, exposing his forearms. Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off his hands as he did so. Long, mature fingers with metal rings adorning the base of each.

“Keep your legs nice and spread f’me, alright, as I stuff you with my fingers.”

Bending forward again, he leaned one arm on the bed beside Y/N as his other hand found her clit again. The thick pads of his fingers played with her clit, rubbing the spot as Y/N bit her lip, body firing up for another orgasm.

“So cute, button.” He mused, nuzzling the top of Y/N’s head. “Look at that, your clit feels so little under my fingers, don’t you think? And your cunt, ah-“

He dipped a finger inside her, sliding right in and quickly added another one. Slowly petting the soft spongy walls of Y/N’s pussy, Y/N mewled, rutting her hips for more.

“So tight, so full just of my fingers. Tell me darling, do you like my fingers?”

“Mhhm.” Y/N nodded as Remus sped up. “Love your fingers, your hands, they’re so b-big.” She choked out, head hanging back as he fingered her.

“You like that? You fucking love how I can get you off with just m’fingers, yeah? Lord, this pussy’s so tight how will my cock even fit hmm?” Remus crooned, watching Y/N adoringly as he was knuckles deep inside her, his rings feeling cold upon her entrance.

Y/N opened her eyes, meeting Remus’ soft, scar-decorated face and turned her head to kiss him. Remus suckled on her spit-slicked lips, maintaining his fingers and bent his hand for the bone of his palm to press against her clit. Y/N gasped into the kiss, lips gaped apart as she whimpered into Remus’ mouth. Remus smiled, loving how flustered she was as she struggled to kiss him back, soaking in all her little cries and noises she made. 

His fingers inside her were going so fast, relentlessly hitting her g-spot over and over that his hard palm was grinding against her clit incessantly. Faster than the first time, she came, squeezing onto his forearm.

Fingers riding out her high, they slowed and pulled out, drenched in her wetness. Y/N collapsed onto her back, chest heaving.

“Oh, baby you are so beautiful.” Remus simpered, climbing on the bed and leaning over her to kiss her everywhere; her shoulders, neck, cheeks. “You think you got another one in you, bunny? Think you can let Moony bury his cock inside you?”

“Yes, give it to me please.” Y/N grinned widely, licking her lips and pulled Remus down by his tie, locking lips with him once more. “Need you inside me.”

“Oh, puppy. I am going to ruin you.” Remus said, this time in such a low murmur that had he not been an inch close to Y/N’s face, her ears wouldn’t have registered the tone.

Y/N sat up, helping her husband rid himself of his clothes. His bare chest exposed a few thin scars, which Y/N quickly smoothed her hands and lips over, routinely giving love to them, as she knew it was the part Remus couldn’t stand of his body.

Remus freed his hard-on, which was blushed an angry shade of dark pink. The bulbous head had been leaking of precum for a while now, and he exhaled a couple ragged breaths when he stroked himself, hand twisting around his tip. Y/N had leaned over to their bedside table to open a condom, and she replaced his hand with hers, pumping his long member before sliding it on. Remus already felt himself throb, and he knew that soon he’d be even more as Y/N’s pussy felt 100 times better than her hand.

“How do you want me?” Y/N breathed, backing up to the head of the bed as Remus went on his knees.

This was more of a rhetorical question, really, as it has been like this for years, that at every moon cycle end, their favourite was for Remus to take Y/N from behind. Y/N turned onto her elbows and knees, bending forward to prop her ass up.

“That’s it, good girl.” Remus licked his lips, lining himself up and pushed his cock slowly into Y/N’s warmth. 

He let out a loud hiss, face contorted in pleasure as he sank fully into her, his long, hard member stretching Y/N out to the fullest, filling her to the brim. “Merlin.” He said through gritted teeth, eyes dropping to where he disappeared into Y/N’s behind. “You always manage to stay so tight for me, darling- fuck, your pussy’s just squeezing m’cock so right, isn’t it?”

Y/N merely moaned, head dropping forward as she balanced her upper weight on her elbows, overwhelmed by feeling every single vein of Remus’ cock sliding in and out of her slowly. She clenched hard around him, causing his hips to tremor as Remus’ senses, including touch, were amplified tenfold.

He ceased momentarily, his cock just resting heavy inside Y/N’s cunt, his head deep at her g-spot. Y/N mewled, arching her back and twerked her hips, fucking herself back onto his cock. Remus growled at the sight, spanked her once, then his hands dived to grab the curve of her waist as he snapped, hips pounding into her now mercilessly.

“Oh God, fuck!” Y/N cried out with her head thrown back, as her elbows gave out from underneath her and her face sank forward into a heap of pillows. Her ass still up in the air, flesh slightly pink from Remus’ spanks delivered to it- it was a wonder how he didn’t cum from the sight of that alone as he fucked her from behind.

Remus kept up his quick rhythm, hips thrusting into her ruthlessly. They were both close, and Remus fucked into Y/N without an ounce or self-restraint left. He grunted loudly as she fell forward and her inner walls clenching down onto his member. His cock slipped in and out of her deliciously, as she had gotten so wet for him, sinful sounds echoing the room.

He bent forward, chest pressing against her back, their skin sweaty. 

“‘S that feel good, darling?” Remus said, lips ghosting over Y/N’s ear. She shuddered, his breath sending shivers up her neck as she felt him so close. His voice wasn’t his usual chesty, tenor honey-like. His words were uttered in a guttural one, his voice deeper, lower, sounding from the back of his throat. “You’re taking me so well- your pussy feels like heaven, sweetheart.”

Y/N’s ears registered the praise as music, living for it. He adjusted his hips slightly to accommodate the new angle, thrusting to make sure he was hitting all the spots in Y/N he knew she liked.

“Mphhhm, please baby,” Y/N moaned, voice slightly muffled into the pillow. She turned her head to the side to rest her cheek on it instead. “Please Remus, oh-“ her voice whimpered, a little more clearly now.

Remus’ large hands had been gripping onto the flesh of Y/N’s hips roughly, tightly. He moved one up to her breasts, grabbing it and massaging it. His breath was hot on her back. He was nearing his orgasm too, his breathing loud and shaggy. Heaving grunts echoed off the walls of the rooms, and Y/N arched her back to feel his chest rise up and down against it.

“Good girl, good fucking girl- taking my cock so well. Shit.”

Remus let out a growl as he felt his cock be swallowed up in her cunt, her ribbed walls enveloping it so nicely as he ploughed into her. 

“You’re close aren’t you, dove?” He murmured into her neck with the same low voice, placing wet kisses onto it. Her hair was out of the way onto the other side, and he tasted the slight stickiness of how sweaty their night’s activities had gotten her. 

“Yes, yes, ye-es” Y/N chanted in a strangled voice, her words getting split at her throat from Remus’ vigorous pounding.

“Can tell from how tightly you’re squeezing me- shit, not going to last long either inside you like this. C’mon baby, c’mon. Cum for me.”

It was all too much. Y/N shaked as she felt Remus pump into her a few more crucial times. He felt so thick in her walls, his girth filling her up like no other. Moaning, her hips grinded back into Remus as she started to cum. She felt his warm hand reach down her belly and down to between her thighs and with the added pressure from the circles he rubbed on her clit, she came with a shudder. Her body shook as her breath caught in her throat, a string of profanities leaving her lips. Y/N’s sounds of pleasure filled Remus’ ears, driving him further into ecstasy.

“Good girl.” Remus purred, hips jerking forward frantically. 

“Remus, fill me up-“ Y/N moaned, knowing Remus loved hearing his name fall off her tongue like that. She propped herself back onto her elbow, reaching one hand behind her to hold the back of Remus’ neck. 

Remus pressed the side of his face into Y/N’s neck, her hand keeping him close to her. He growled into her ear, the low sound vibrating from his throat enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll back. Driving his cock into her, desperately chasing his high, he rutted his cock into her walls. His entire body strained as all his muscles worked to relieve himself, needily fucking out his animalistic urges. He came with a gasp, his hips jerked harshly as he shot ropes and ropes of cum into the condom. 

Panting, he hunched forward as his cock kept twitching. 

His whole muscular body trembled as he squeezed his eyes shut in the pleasure of his long-needed release. His hand was grasped onto Y/N’s chest and she loved the feeling, tilting her hips forward to match the movements of Remus’ orgasm.

Wheezing slightly, Remus finally pulled out of her slowly, Y/N whimpering slightly as her pussy clenched around nothing. He threw the used condom and collapsed onto his back, chest still heaving. Y/N followed suit beside him, onto her stomach, body limp. The afterwaves of her orgasm still sent pleasure through her body and she knew she’d feel too sore to even straighten her legs.

“My love.” Remus turned on his side.

“I can’t fucking move.” Y/N chuckled, voice muffled by the pillow.

Remus hummed, eyes raking over her used body and sat up, massaging over her shoulders then down her back. His hands reached her hips, where he caressed extra soothingly and slowly closed them together. He bent forward, planting a kiss on Y/N’s cheek. She giggled as his locks of hair tickled her eyelid.

Languidly turning over, Y/N sighed in content.

Remus reached his hand, and pulled a strand of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind his ear. He felt warmth lower, as his body began to awaken for another round.

“We’re not getting much sleep tonight, huh?” Y/N giggled peering down at her husband.

It was a blessing that the Castle automatically out a Silencing charm on teachers’ living quarters, because anyone neighbouring them would have stayed up, hearing sinful, wet slapping sounds of skin all night.

part 6  and part 7 OUT NOW!!

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[levi-my-beloved]

Birds of a Feather

Chapter one

Pairings: Canon!Levi x F!reader

Content warnings: violence, swearing

Word count: 4K

Summary: You were the most notorious criminal in the Underground City. With your organisation of highly skilled professionals, only one man could take you down. He also happened to be Humanity’s Strongest… and your ex.

A/N: asdfghjkl hello there. so, this has been on my brain for a while now, so i started this as just a drabble. what i thought would stay as just a drabble turned into this 22k+ multi chapter fic because i have zero self restraint or self respect. i’m currently finishing chapter 5 as this is being posted, but i want to keep chapters posted around once every two weeks so i can keep up with the workload. maybe once a week if i start feeling spicy. yeah plot twist this is actually the second time i’ve drafted this up. the first time i managed to get everything done and in order and then manages to delete the entire post with my huge disgusting thumbs. Genuinely felt like crying for a good half an hour.

This is also my first Levi fic! yay! lmk if it sucks and idk i’ll cry or something. nah, in all seriousness please send me criticism cuz i really want to improve and critiques are the best way.

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔

“How down, Raven?”

“Six feet.”

Within the dank confines of a stinking alleyway, two green capes marked with the Military Police insignia crept ever closer to the taller, run-down building upon which you and your little squad of Shadows were now perched. No sunlight illuminated your position. Not that you’d ever seen the sun, or know what it even looked like, but you based your guesses upon the pathetic rays shining through the grates littering the ceiling of the Underground City.

The language you used with your Shadows, coded words translated to:

‘How do you want them to be dealt with?’

‘Death.’

It was something developed by your late guardian and mentor, Viper. See, you all had aliases in The Nest, your criminal organisation. The leader was often referred to as The Raven, however your mentor preferred to use his own nickname, stemming from his own reputation.

Then come the aliases for your Shadows. Prongs was your second, a tall, stern looking man with the black mask of a stag settled across his features.

Then came Wolf, and you swore the first time you’d set eyes on him, you thought a titan had wandered into the city. He was enormous, all 6ft 6ins of him carved in hard muscle. Slicked back silver hair and a beard that to rival a bear. Similar to Prongs, a mask sat upon his face, resembling that of a snarling wolf.

Following him was Verdant, Scales and Diablo. Your power trio. Though their special talents lay in different professions, get these three together and they were borderline unstoppable. A white mask decorated with three broad maple leaves obscured Verdant’s pretty features, Scales sported a bronze half mask etched with a snake-like diamond pattern, whilst Diablo, your trained escort, had opted for something that accentuated her own gorgeous features, a mask of black leather arcing high onto her brow on the left side, whilst the right arced low by her jaw. Though you were already spoken for, you couldn’t deny the beauty of Diablo. She did wonders when prying information between the legs of a moaning MP.

To your left crouched the twins, Una and Leaf. Una was gifted her name by none other than you yourself, after seeing her accuracy with a rifle. A single shot was all it took, from any distance. She wore no mask, something you’d allowed simply because she’d complained about the sight obstruction when lining up a shot. You’d agreed, but only under the condition that she wore a low hood. Her fiercely protective brother Leaf had chewed you out for that, but you knew he meant well. Leaf was good at what he did, excellent, in fact. Which was part of the reason you kept him on as a Shadow. The larger part was that you were damn fond of him. Of all of them, in fact. You loved every single one of your Shadows. Every single damned member of The Nest, you adored. You were their leader, afterall.

A masked helmet of black leather, similar material to Diablo’s, perched snug upon your own features. The hooked beak and obsidian feathers of a raven decorated the necessity, covering your face and hair, though leaving your lower features visible. It was a rite of passage, for you especially, and it signalled the start of your leadership.

“Una, set up. Verdant, Prongs, roundabout. Wolf…” your eyes slid to the giant man on your right, a dark smile slicing across your mouth. “Heel.”

The boulder of a man visibly sagged, clearly disappointed at your orders whilst the others sprang into action. Prongs and Verdant leapt across the rooftops in separate directions whilst Una removed her rifle from her back, parting her heavy cloak to reveal rounds and rounds of bullets strapped across her body. Leaf nestled closer into her side, whilst the other four took a step back. It was obvious you’d all been at this for a very long time, despite the twins not looking a day older than sixteen. In fact, most of your squad was younger than you, save for Wolf and Prongs, who had served their respective roles twice previously.

Sitting back on your heels, you watched your team get to work, the warmth of pride blossoming in your chest. Whilst you knew Prongs and Wolf were already incredibly skilled, the rest had flourished under your leadership. It had been ten years since you’d witnessed MPs put a bullet through your mentor’s skull. Ten long years since you’d taken up leadership and expanded the reaches of The Nest. Honestly, you were pretty proud of yourself, and none more so than when you watched your Shadows do what they do best.

Taking care of unwanted visitors.

Una took aim, resting the butt of her rifle in the crook of her shoulder, staring down the makeshift scope. She would be ready to take care of the two soldiers if either Prongs or Verdant failed to eliminate their targets.

Speaking of which…

That kernel of pride ignited as your (E/C) eyes followed Verdant’s careful, calculating form dropping from the rooftops above the alleyway, in sync with Prong’s own movements. The two assassins swooped with the grace of a stooping hawk, the silver glint of metal caught your eye as they both brandished their blades, before sinking the steel into the necks of the two soldiers. You didn’t need to be closer to see they were both dead. Expert precision. Deadly accuracy. That was why these people were your hand-picked Shadows. And why you were the most formidable gang leader in the Underground City. Your little criminal organisation had expanded into something to rival the killcount of Kenny the Ripper. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.

Una lowered her weapon, strapping it back in the buckles between her shoulder blades.

“Finished.” she simply stated, turning back to drop down between the shattered tiles and splintered ceiling beams that marked your entrance and exit to this lookout point.

“Rendezvous back at The Nest,” you ordered flatly, before dropping forward and into the alleyway below.

“Anything?” you ask, a brow raised behind your raven mask as you saunter over. Prongs held up two sets of blades from one of the crimson bodies now gathering dirt and grime. Useless to you as they were, but somebody would definitely find an interest in them. Verdant seemed to be struggling with the straps of whatever gear these mosquitoes used to fly around. You’d never been able to figure out how to use it, but that shit made good money when in doubt. However, your usual buyers had disappeared off the face of the city, and you’d noticed a decline in gear sales since then. Gritting your teeth, you shook your head to Verdant, laying a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t. It’s not worth it. The thug trio haven’t been back in years. I doubt they’d return to us now,” you explain softly, prompting the girl to stop her struggles and huff defeatedly. You’re heart ached softly at the thought of him, but you pushed the feeling down.

“Here,” she muttered, handing you another rifle. It seemed to be a newer model, something of an upgrade for Una.

“You did good, Ver. I’m proud of you,” that seemed to immediately lighten the girl’s mood, her eyes shining behind her mask as her mouth widened into a toothy grin.

“Thanks Raven!” she beamed, before scampering off back to The Nest, almost forgetting to take the gun back from your outstretched hand in her haste to make it back and tell everyone she’d received a compliment from you. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence. Rather it only happened once in a blue moon…

A huffed chuckle had your head turning and eyes narrowing to your second in command.

“Can I help you?” you ask, your tone dripping with the poisonous threat of hell if he chose his next words poorly. But Prongs continued to smile ever so slightly, shaking his head.

“Not at all, Raven. It’s just, in the last few years, since you drafted her into the Shadows, she’s really come into her own,” Prongs explained simply, shrugging as she stooped to kick over the now drained corpse, hoping to find anything useful. You bristle ever so slightly. That was something you hated. Compliments. How the fuck were you supposed to respond? You tried to think back to when Viper tried to teach you simple social skills.

“Uh, yeah. She has,��� you respond, keeping your features as neutral as you could as you turned away, beginning to trudge back to The Nest.

“I’m serious, Rave. You’ve done incredible things for us. You know Viper would be proud of you. I am too. But…” Prongs trailed off, clearing having something to say but not knowing how to say it.

“Go on. But what?” you pressed, wanting to hear what your second in command had to say.

“Well, don’t you think it’s a bit much? Rave, it’s been years. Eyes have started looking in our direction since those three vanished. You don’t think we should be lying low for a bit? Calming suspicions instead of rousing them?” Prongs offered gently. You knew, deep down, he was right. But some notable gang disappearing hasn’t stopped you before, and it sure as hell wouldn’t stop you now.

“I’ll talk to Scar about it,” even just the mention of your advisor, and wife’s name gave your stomach butterflies. Scarlett Obsidine, your other, and better, half. After the disappearance of a certain dark haired man, Scar was the woman who comforted you, and though you missed him dearly, your heart managed to haphazardly piece itself back together and love all over again.

“Rave, listen—“

“Let’s go,” Prongs closed his mouth, the tone of your voice stating clearly that this matter wasn’t up for discussion. Especially not with him.

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“You know he’s right,” you couldn’t help but sigh when your wife’s soft tones calmed your irritated mood. Soft hands gently kneaded at the tense muscles in your shoulders, forcing them to relax as a tired moan escaped your lips. Leaning back, you peer into her shining sapphire eyes, locks of brunette framing your face as she took the sides of your cheeks in her hands and leaned down, softly pecking your lips with her own. You couldn’t help humming a smile against her mouth, reaching up to deepen the kiss, but she pulled away before you could.

“Scaaaaar…” you pout, looking up at her mischievous smirk as she winked playfully.

“(Y/N)...” Scarlett sighed, swinging her legs over your body to sink into your lap, one thumb now caressing one of the most prominent features on your face. A nasty, jagged scar ran down from the the top of your forehead, over your right eye and finishing just past your jaw bone. One (E/C) iris lighter than the other as a result of the old wound. Soft lips chase away the shadows of your past as Scarlett replaced her thumb with her mouth.

“(Y/N), I don’t want to find you dead in some alleyway because you picked a fight you couldn’t win,” a finger poked your chest as she huffed above you, feigning irritation. You roll your eyes, (E/C) landing on your gear now strung across the table. That raven helmet almost calling to you as you shook your head. Disagreeing with your wife was never a good idea, but you were feeling particularly bold this evening.

“Look. So many jobs have opened up recently. We have so many opportunities to make this life more comfortable. More jobs means more money, more money means we can afford the gate toll and actually see the world above ground. And I can finally buy you an actual ring.”. Technically, you two weren’t married. Who the fuck would be stupid enough to perform marriage ceremonies in the underground City? But, it was easier than saying you were devoted to each other in every single way.

Lightly smacking your chest, Scarlett raised herself from your lap with a hefty sigh. “One of these days (Y/N), you’re going to be captured or killed,” she said quietly, unable to meet your eyes. “And then what the hell will I do…?” Scarlett had now completely turned away from you, shoulders hunched. Running a hand down your face, you pick your sore body up from the chair, reaching her in a matter of strides.

“I can’t give this up, Scar. You know that. You knew that when you chose to be with me. You knew The Nest was always going to be my priority,” you held out your arm, hand hovering over her back, not sure whether to comfort her or let her go. The admission almost had her in tears, you could tell by the way her shoulders shook ever so gently.

“You still miss him don’t you?” It was her vulnerable, defeated tone that alerted you to the slight change of topic.

You fell silent, not really knowing how to respond. Yes, of course you missed him. You loved him more than anything. But those days are over, you knew that. You’d cried enough those following nights after his disappearance.

He was probably dead anyway.

“Of course I do,” you wouldn’t lie to her. That wasn’t fair. But you knew the truth was just as painful for her.

“Will I ever be enough? Will I ever be enough to replace him?” the sound of her voice had your heart in pieces. You loved Scarlett. You really did. But your heart wouldn’t let you love her wholly. Part of yourself will always be dedicated to that grumpy kid you’d fallen for all those years ago.

“Scar… I—”

“I know,” she whispered, stepping forward away from your outstretched grasp. “I know,” you watched as the woman you loved, and who loved you, stepped from your shared quarters, hovering in the doorway. “I’m sorry I asked,” she closed the door as she left, leaving you a frustrated, conflicted mess.

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“Understood, I’ll bring them in right away. Thank you Niles,” The Commander of the MPs stood opposite Erwin, arms folded. An expression of irritation plastered on his sunken features. Erwin simply sighed, realising Niles was wanting to stay for this seemingly impromptu meeting. With a nod of his head, a cadet rushed off to find the two soldiers mentioned in their little conversation. Being Commander of the Scouts often had its perks, like having cadets around to run errands for him.

Niles cleared his throat, taking a seat on the green leather sofa within Erwin’s office. “You sure he’d help us? I mean, it wasn’t too long ago he actually decided killing you was probably a bad idea.”—he raised a thin brow, peering at Erwin with barely concealed suspicion—“I’m pretty sure the Underground City would be the last place he’d want to return.” a knock at the door cut their conversation short, both turning their heads as Erwin called;

“Enter.”

Hange was the first to make her presence known, poking her head in as she opened the door. A smile adorned the slightly dishevelled section commander, her hair sticking up in all directions. Clearly she had been in the middle of something when Erwin requested her presence.

“You asked to see us, Erwin?” her eyes sparkling with curiosity behind her glasses as she stepped through the door.

“Tch, just make it quick, I have shit to do,” the monotone voice of Levi behind her made Erwin pinch the bridge of his nose. How many times has he told him not to talk to him like that?

“Yes, come in and make yourselves comfortable.” Hange immediately took up a seat next to Niles on the sofa, Levi preferring to stand against the now closed door, arms folded. Erwin’s sharp eyes shifted to Niles, an indication for the MP Commander to speak.

“Well, no point in beating around the bush. We’ve received an anonymous tip about some criminal gang that’s been plaguing my soldiers in the Underground City.” Levi visibly stiffened at the mention of his old home. His jaw tensed in anticipation. There would be only one reason he would be called into such a discussion, and the answer was a firm no.

Without his permission, his mind flashed back to a (H/C) girl, her face etched with that ever mischievous smirk. He quelled the thoughts as quickly as he could. He needed his wits with him, and allowing his mind to wander back to what he’d left behind wouldn’t help anything. Besides, the likelihood of you being alive was close to none.

“Section Commander, I don’t suppose you would have heard of the group but Captain Levi here surely would have done. The Nest.” Niles continued, now eyeing Levi to gage his reaction. And for a man whose emotions were usually on a tight leash, this seemed to be what cracked his impenetrable walls. His eyes flew wide open, frantically searching between Niles and Erwin. They couldn’t be serious. The Nest? That was where Farlan and Isobel used to—

Shit, he really needed to keep his thoughts at bay. But what he did know was that The Nest was an impenetrable fortress of criminal activity. Trying to mess with them was suicide.

“Judging by your reaction, I’m going to assume you are familiar with them, Levi,” Erwin’s surprisingly calm tone eased the growing tension in the room. Taking a subtle breath to calm himself, Levi’s eyes narrowed to his commander.

“Yeah. I know of it. Why?” it was a rhetorical question, he already knew why, but he wanted to hear it from Erwin himself. Hange looked incredibly confused, looking between the men in the office, trying to glean something, anything, about what the hell was going on.

“The Nest? Why are they so bad?” she asked, not afraid to show how completely oblivious she is to anything that doesn’t concern titans or science. Erwin gestured to Levi.

“Levi? Care to explain? You probably know more than myself and Niles combined,” though his voice seemed kind, there was a slight edge to his deep tones. One that didn’t go unnoticed by Levi.

A heavy silence filled the room as the Captain wracked his brain for all the information he could think of regarding the organisation. It seemed like hours before he finally spoke.

“Well, you got one thing right. The Nest is a criminal organisation. A nasty one at that. Merciless bastards. Whether you’re a soldier or a citizen, they don’t give a shit. They’ll leave you a broken, bloodied mess in the street. I don’t know much about their leader. Only that he took over from the previous one around ten-ish years ago. Since then, they’ve expanded their shitty little gang and taken over an entire section of the city,” he explained, poison lacing his tone. It wasn’t that he was above the whole gang thing, oh no. It was more the state Farlan would be in before he left to meet whoever the fuck led that group of demons. He’d never seen his friend so anxious. So afraid.

“You never met him? Their leader?” Erwin inquired, lacing his hands together on the desk in front of him. Levi scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“If I had, I would tell you. But I know he’s smart. And not the good kind of smart. The kind of smart where he would always be ten steps ahead of you. He has a small group of trusted criminals surrounding him at all times, called his Shadows. They’ll be the ones to look out for,” Despite his voice sounding bored, Levi’s heart was racing. They couldn’t seriously be thinking of facing The Nest, could they? But something in the expressions of both Niles and Erwin told him he was wrong. Dead wrong.

“They’ve been picking off my soldiers. Always in the same places as well. I was going to leave it, just tell them to avoid certain areas until this tip. Their next job. We know what it is,” Niles interjected, looking down to the floor, his own mind a whirlwind.

“And you want to intercept them. The same way you did with me, right?” Levi finished through gritted teeth. This was absurd. There was no way they could pick them all off. Unless… that wasn’t the goal. Levi’s grey eyes widened slightly, realising what they wanted to do. Yep, this was total suicide. Hange clapped her hands together almost excitedly, as if she was also able to read Erwin’s mind.

“You want to capture him! The leader! Ah! This all makes so much sense now, I was starting to wonder why I was here,” the scientist mused almost to herself, before jumping to her feet. “This is the perfect opportunity to test some of the concept traps I have in mind. Obviously for titans they’d need to be much, MUCH bigger. And of course a few modifications would have to be made so they could adapt to size and body type but oooooooh this is so exciting! I’ll start right away!'' Without allowing anybody to get a word in edgeways, Hange dashed back to her lab to begin her preparations.

“Thank you Erwin, the Military Police will remember this,” Niles said, before he too was rising from his seat. Throwing Levi an unsure glance, he made his way towards the door, only to be shoved into the hallway by Levi, who promptly closed the door behind him.

“Don’t.” he simply said, turning back to Erwin who was peering at him, his expression puzzled. Levi rolled his eyes again, clearly having to clarify what he meant. “Don’t pursue them. It’s suicide,” The Commander’s expression relaxed slightly in understanding.

“We don’t have a choice, Levi. Not only are hundreds of MPs being slaughtered down there, but relationships between the Scouts and the MPs are strenuous at best. It would be in our best interests to—“

“Bullshit.”

Erwin sighed again, having to hold his tongue. Snapping at Levi now for his language would only rile up the man more.

“Levi, we already have a plan in motion. There are soldiers down there now meeting whoever gave us that anonymous tip to further discuss the job The Nest has taken. It’ll be fine, but you’re going to have to trust me.” Erwin’s eyes bore into Levi’s own, the man once again asking his Captain to trust him in a risky call he’s made. Levi’s done it so many times before, why was it so difficult now?

It took yet another pregnant silence before Levi eventually yielded.

“Fine, but don’t be surprised when we’re once again forced to retreat with our tails between our legs.” it was a savage comment, but one that Erwin didn’t take to heart as he watched the raven haired man leave. Yes, this was a risk, but all his risks so far had worked out fairly well. There was no reason why this one would fail. No reason at all.

Levi leant against the door to Erwin’s office, looking down the hallway before letting loose a long breath. Not only would he have to go toe to toe with The Raven, but he also had to face so much of his past he’d wanted to forget. Fuck, this was a terrible idea. Why did Erwin always have to gamble? It was exhausting for everyone else involved.

Folding his arms, the shorter man strode back to his own office, lost in thought the entire way. Would he see you again? Were you even alive? Did you know just how much he had missed you. Just how much he’d wanted to see you again. To hold you again.

Did you know he’d looked for you? How his heart shattered over and over again each time he found no trace of you. He’d never accepted you were gone. Always holding onto that thorn of hope that maybe, just maybe, you’d survived.

Collapsing in his chair behind his desk, Levi unlocked the bottom draw and gently pulled it out. He delicately picked out a small, ebony bird feather you’d crafted into a quill pen. Even though neither of you knew how to write, you knew back then how much he had wanted to learn despite never voicing it directly. All those nights spent copying out basic letters from discarded newspapers and wanted posters. You always had this way of reading his mind.

The smallest fond smile crept across his usually bored face. God he missed you. It had been years and he still missed you like he only lost you yesterday.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello, may I please request again? I would love to request headcannons for Riddle, Vil, Leona, Jade, and Malleus where someone walks in on a romantic moment between the guys and their fem reader s/o? It doesn't have to be walking in on them snogging, any romantic moment will do really.

Curiouser and Curiouser...

The moment right before the kiss.

Leona Kingscholar...

...is irritated at the interruption.

Right when he had you right where he wanted you...and Ruggie just had to waltz in, shouting for Leona-san and waving a wrapped sandwich in the air.

He becomes territorial and hisses to leave the damn sandwich and scram. Ruggie knows better than to challenge his dorm leader, so he drops the food as instructed and throws you an impish grin before exiting.

“Now then...where were we?” Leona pushes you down onto the floor of the Botanical Garden and draws closer to claim his prey--only to be interrupted by the loud growl of his stomach.

You laugh and sit back up, suggesting that he eats first so at least he will have the energy to be more romantic.

His ears flatten, but he caves in, sweeping up the sandwich from the ground. Since the king is feeling generous today, Leona offers to give you half--and so, you spend the afternoon under the shade of a broad leafed plant and munching on a shared meal, kissing the crumbs off of one another.

Vil Schoenheit...

...is mildly annoyed, and he will put the intruder in his place.

“How rude. Haven’t you heard of knocking before entering? Or did your parents never teach you any manners?” His comments are pointed and relentless. “No one cares for a peeping tom, Rook.”

Vil demands that his vice-dorm leader apologizes profusely (which he does, though you doubt his sincerity) before sending him away to go harass Savanaclaw.

Vil’s mood is ruined now--he doesn’t want to do anything romantic. He takes a moment or two to share his troubles and vent about the trouble that Rook causes him at times. What a handful of a huntsman!

Ah, but you--his little sweet potato--manage to lift his spirits by talking him up (how has his day been, any exciting modeling gigs lately?).

You end up just sitting on Vil’s bed and scrolling through his MagiCam account together, and snapping and editing cute couple photos. He plants a kiss upon your crown and murmurs that he is very lucky to have you as his own.

Jade Leech...

...doesn’t mind an audience.

In fact, he’ll put on a show for poor Octavinelle A-kun. Play along, he mouths to you before his lips connect with yours.

The kiss is rough, a sharp contrast to Jade’s kind, gentlemanly demeanor. He is anything but a gentleman when he is expressing his love for you. Teeth nibbling at your lower lip and tongue snaking into your mouth.

When Jade finally pulls away, a rope of saliva still connects you. Your face is flushed and you’re struggling for gulps of air.

Octavinelle A-kun is so stunned by the display that he stumbles back and nearly trips over his own two feet. He stammers an apology, but that’s not enough to fend off the eel looming over him.

“This will stay a secret between us, yes? In fact, you will purge the thought from your mind.” It’s not a suggestion, it is a command. “You did not witness anything, correct?” (Poor Octavinelle A-kun isn’t allowed to leave until promises to take on an extra shift at the Mostro Lounge. That gives Jade more time to spend with you!)

Malleus Draconia...

...resolves the issue with both grace and composure.

Sebek has barged in and misunderstood the situation completely, accusing you of “coming onto” the Young Master. He is only shut up by a stern look from Malleus and his order to be calm. He reminds Sebek that he is a fully grown fae and does not need his actions to be constantly policed by his retainers.

A torrent of apologies erupts from Sebek. In fact, he’s so preoccupied with shouting “sorry’ and begging to be punished for offending the Young Master that it further kills the mood you had going.

Malleus instructs Sebek to stay right where he is to reflect on his actions, and he pulls you away with him into Diasomnia’s gardens.

The bramble and briar cage you in a world of roses and thorns. Slowly, but surely, peace settles upon your heart again. You glance and Malleus, and find a faint blush colors coloring his cheeks.

“At last, I have you all to myself again...” Malleus chuckles as he leans into you for a kiss, as tender and enduring as a slow serenade.

Riddle Rosehearts...

...immediately jerks away.

His entire face goes as red as his hair--he was this close to being caught in a scandalous act!

“I-It’s not what it looks like!” Riddle declares, immediately launching into denial mode. This only seems to worsen the situation, as it encourages Cater to tease his dorm leader relentlessly (that’s his job as a senpai, after all).

Cater jokes about snapping a picture of you and Riddle together since you look sooo cute as a couple, and he wants to share it on his MagiCam! Riddle, however, is strictly opposed to the idea--he doesn’t want his love life to be blasted all over social media. You manage to convince him it’s no big deal. Nothing wrong with a picture if you ask Cater to not upload it, right? 

Riddle places a hand awkwardly around your shoulder and makes a peace sign at the camera (as Cater instructs him to).

And right as Riddle says “cheese” and the flash goes off, you quickly peck him on the cheek--and, once again, he is as red as his hair.

[solarwonux]

Crop Tops and Tattoos || Wonwoo

soccer player!Wonwoo x f!reader

w.c: 3.2k

warnings: smut, shower sex, wonwoo soft!dom, oral sex (female receiving), friends with benefits, friends to lovers, public sex (kinda) I think that’s all. 

note: another repost I’m sorry lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, honestly I literally have like a bunch of works that literally take place in the same soccer!svt/college!svt universe but really have nothing to do with one another except for like 3 and they’re all spicy lol. Let me know if you’d want them and also enjoy this one and lmk your thoughts hehehe :)

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“W-What?”

“Come to my practice tonight.” You rubbed the sleep from your afternoon nap out of your eyes, listening to Wonwoo’s soft voice through the receiver. “I miss you, come to my practice tonight, we can hang out after.” Wonwoo all but begged, and you can almost picture the pout that was on his face.

“Woo, I can’t I have to finish my half of the group research project.”

“Perfect, I’ll help you. You’re my partner anyway. Please love, I just want to see you it’s been forever.”

“It’s been two days Woo.” You rolled your eyes sitting up on your couch, retreating your phone from your ear, checking the time, 7:30PM it read. So much for a thirty-minute nap, you sighed.

“Precisely why you should come to my practice…hold on a sec,” Wonwoo pulled the phone away from his ear and gave the lost student instructions to where the art history section of the library was located at. “Please, it will be worth it, I promise.” He whispered, cupping his mouth over the receiver, muffling his words a little making you laugh.

“I’ll think about it, get back to work.”

“Okay see you tonight.” He said a little too excited and hung up the phone, a wide smile appearing on your face, making your stomach perform a whole gymnastics routine in the process.

The relationship you and Wonwoo had was interesting, it had started off as mindlessly flirty with one another, graduated to ghost touches and during a hot summer’s day. Where the air conditioning in the library had leaked and instead of Joshua calling everyone to tell them to stay home, he had made sure everyone showed up. Or else. His exact words.

The touches and flirting had escalated to the point that Wonwoo had dragged you to the forgotten encyclopedia section of the library and pinned you against the dusty bookshelves.

Since then your relationship grew more to just sleeping with one another to let off some steam. He would hold your hand underneath the reception desk at the library, mindlessly drawing patterns and phrases onto your skin. He would walk you to class when he could, sometimes with a bubble tea in his hand, other times empty handed. If you were scheduled to close on days, he had an earlier shift, he would wait and walk you home holding you close while the two of you talked about your day. And as of recently, after sex he had started to spend the night, claiming he slept better with you by his side.

In your head Wonwoo was your boyfriend just without the label. It was also a conversation the two of you needed to have, but it was also one you feared because you didn’t want it to ruin it.

You ran through the gates of the soccer field and started up the steps of the aluminum bleachers, earning weird stares from the guys and girls that decided to attend SVT’s first soccer practice of the season. You sat down, out of breath, holding your bag close to your body as you tried your best to regulating your breathing. A reminder that maybe hitting the gym every once in a while, wasn’t such a bad idea, because clearly having mind blowing sex with Wonwoo wasn’t helping with building your stamina.

“Woo your girl’s here now you can finally start playing.”

“Get your head out of your ass Jun.” Wonwoo scoffed shoving Jun lightly, earning a laugh from the other boy. Wonwoo gazed over at you a knowing smile evident on his face and waved at you. You felt your cheeks heat up and your eyes grew wide as you took in his appearance.

Wonwoo had sworn to you that he would never wear his old jersey again, especially since Seungcheol and Jeonghan had deviously cut it up after their last game last season. Yet, here he was in all his glory. The shirt stopping just above his belly button, the sliver of his toned stomach peeking through and you felt the beat of your heart start to raise. You warily waved back, before placing your cold palm against your forehead trying to cool yourself down.

Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, lifting his hand up and threaded it through his dark locks. His shirt riding up, exposing himself more and you felt the air leave your lungs. It was stupid, you have been seeing him in a lot less clothing for months and in every angle. But for some reason now as he stood boring his soft eyes into yours as Jihoon shouted commands to his teammates. The sweat dripping down the sides of his face, his glasses fogged up slightly due to the humidity and a knowing smirk adorning his face, teasing you. And you felt like you were about to burst.

“Hey, Woo, stop ogling at your girlfriend and get into position.”

“I like your shirt.”

“Hmm, yeah?” A devilish snicker fell from his lips as he pushed up against the cool tile wall. You nodded dragging your nails across the sliver of teasing skin, leaving red marks behind in their wake making Wonwoo shudder. “So sexy.” He groaned lowly pressing his lips onto yours forcefully, his hands snaking around your waist down to your ass giving it a squeeze making you gasp. He pulled away from your lips and trailed them down your neck. He swiped his tongue over your sweet spot earning him a whimper from you.

“You gonna let me fuck you in the locker room showers?”

“If you ask nicely.” You breathed out playing with the elastic waist band of his shorts. Wonwoo laughed against your neck and bit down before pulling away. “Can I fuck you in the locker room showers please?” He pouted playfully, grabbing your thigh and wrapping it around his waist.

“God Woo, yes.” You wrapped your arms around his waist pulling him closer to you feeling his growing cock against your aroused pussy. “As you wish darling.” He mumbled pecking your lips repeatedly before pulling away from your body, making you whine at the loss of his body heat.

Wonwoo chuckled sinking down to his knees, your eyes hooded with pleasure, feeling the wetness between your legs grow. He left teasing kisses down your clothed thighs, his thumbs hooking underneath the waist band of your leggings dragging them along with him. “Woo my shoes.”

“I was getting there, you’re so impatient sometimes.” He mumbled sitting back on his knees tapping your calf silently telling you to raise your leg. “It’s your fault…how am I supposed to be patient when you always look so good.” You obliged watching as he slowly took of your shoe and throwing it outside of the shower stall along with your sock. He repeated the process with your other leg before attaching his lips against your clothed thigh and left gentle open-mouthed kisses up your leg.

“I guess it’s time I teach you how to be patient.” He smirked pulling down your leggings along with your panties in one go. He threw them aside, placing a kiss against your hip bone, where the small stick and poke infinity sign tattoo he had made after a long night of immoral rendezvous. “Still can’t believe you let me talk you into giving you this.” He mumbled giving it another kiss and stood up.

“I wanted a tattoo but didn’t want to experience the pain.”

“It still hurt you, I had to stop, that’s why it’s all crooked and unfinished.”

“But it’s my favorite.” You whispered, his dark lust filled eyes boring into yours as he slowly started to take off his shorts and underwear, exposing himself to you. No matter how many times the two of you slept together, the sight of his body always had your heart beating out of time. He was perfect, an Adonis carved out of marble and to your surprise he was all yours.

“Don’t take off your shirt.” You whispered reaching and grabbing a fistful of the cloth and pulling him to you. “I want you to fuck me with it on.” You eyed him, a teasing finger running down his chest. “You’re so naughty today.” He laughed grabbing your hand and moved it up to his lips kissing each of your knuckles his sensual gaze lingering on yours. You felt your breathing pick up, the heat trailing down your thighs. “Please touch me.” You whimpered pulling your hand away and taking your shirt of throwing it behind him.

“Not yet I need to shower, I’m all sweaty from practice.” He winked, his hand finding the shower handle and turning it. A gasp left your lips as you felt the cold start to coat your heated bodies. “Now behave princess.” He kissed you hard, running his tongue over your bottom lip asking for entrance in which you granted. His hips flirting with yours and all you wanted to do was get down on your knees and beg him to use you in any and every single way possible. He pulled away detaching the shower head sending you a wink before putting it against your clit. The harsh water jets sending a sweet wave of pleasure up your spine.

“You’re going to cum like this and then I’ll fuck you.” He mumbled, before sinking down on to his knees again. He kept the shower head in place and alternated in kissing your thighs. Desperate whimpers falling out of your mouth. Wonwoo hooked one of your legs on top of his shoulder and bit down on your thigh, sucking making you yelp. “Your body reacts so well to me.” He kissed up your thigh sucking another love bite next to your tattoo before pulling away, shifting the shower head slightly. The sensation sending a new wave of pleasure up your body making you moan.

“W-Wonwoo, mmm, please.”

“Please what?” He teased the sound of a smirk evident in his voice and you’ve never wanted to hit someone so badly before. “I-I need you please.” You cried out, the tip of his index finger teasing the entrance of your pussy. “Yeah…you need me baby?” He chuckled moving your arousal around coating his finger with it before pulling away and bringing it up to his mouth, moaning sinfully as he licked it clean

“Y-Yes need your fingers, or mouth anything p-please W-Woo.” You raised your hips trying to grind yourself against the water, searching for a release in every way you could. “I’ll give you what you want but you can’t touch me.” He tsked giving you a pointed look. You whined nodding your head grabbing onto the smoothness of the shower wall. He ran his hot tongue against the lips of your pussy, the sensation mixing with the coldness of the water sent shivers up your spine.

“You always taste so sweet.” He mumbled against you flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit. Your mouth hanging open as your fingers itched to touch him and push him against you even further. “L-Let me touch you?” You breathed out your nails digging themselves into the skin of your stomach. He nodded against you repeatedly licking strides up your lips before attaching his mouth on your clit. By now the shower head was long forgotten as it fell from his hand, hitting the shower wall with a loud clank making you jump.

You threaded your fingers in his short hair tugging at the roots making him moan against you. He wrapped his arms around your ass pulling you closer as he lost himself eating you out like a starved man. “B-Baby I’m close.” You moaned arching your back against the wall as he lightly bit down on your clit and pulled away. He licked his lips savoring you and adjusted his round glasses earning a lighthearted laugh from you. “Don’t laugh or I won’t help you cum.” He grumbled pressing his index and middle fingers against your entrance and slowly sinking them into you immediately curling them up in search for your g-spot. A satisfied smile etching across his face as you moaned out the second he found it.

Wonwoo attached his lips onto your clit again, this time wasting no time and sucking on it roughly, his fingers moving inside you at a fast pace. The coil forming at the pit of your stomach, your hands tugging on his hair, your hips bucking against his mouth and fingers. He moaned feeling your clench around his fingers, giving him the motivation to pick of his pace, the pleasure getting too much for your body to handle and before you knew you came undone screaming out his name. He helped you ride out your orgasm, desperately licking up your release making your body twitch from the oversensitivity.

“You did so well baby.” He mumbled before pulling away, licking his lips moaning in approval as the remnants of your arousal hit his taste buds. He thrusted his fingers a few more times before pulling them out making you whine, missing the way they felt inside of you. He chuckled licking them clean before standing up.

“Think you can give me one more?” He asked giving your lips multiple pecks and then your cheeks. You laughed pushing his face away resting your tired body against the wall of the shower.

“Yes.”

“Can I ask you something?” You crossed your arms in front of you holding up the towel Wonwoo had wrapped around your body. Wonwoo hummed handing you his extra t-shirt as well as the sweatpants you had left at his place weeks ago. How he knew to bring them along with him was beyond you, but you decided to save that question for another day.

“Why do the guys call me your girl.” You emphasized standing up from the bench and started getting dressed. Wonwoo closed his locker resting his back against it drinking you in slowly, making you feel a little insecure. “Jeonghan saw you leave my apartment one day and texted the group chat to share the tea.” He rolled his eyes using quotations around the last word of his sentence before pushing himself away from the locker. “Now the guys think we’re dating.”

“But you never corrected them?” You tugged his shirt over your head gathering your semi dry clothes and folded them. “Do you want me to correct them?” He placed his hand on your cheek moving your head gently to meet his eyes.

“I-I mean yeah, we aren’t dating you made it very clear that you weren’t looking for a relationship when this started.”

“I wish I could eat my words.” He whispered running his thumb over your swollen lips. “I think I’m past just wanting to fuck you; I want more.”

You felt the air leave your lungs; your cheeks heated up and you desperately searched for a new point of focus because the intensity evident in his gaze was overwhelming. “We should go, I need to finish my half of the project.” You picked up your drying clothes and your bag and rounded the corner of the bench you had been sitting at.

“You don’t want to be more?” Wonwoo caught up with you grabbing your free hand to stop you from walking and held it close to his chest. “I do, I’m just scared you’ll end up regretting it if we ever do try to be more.” You confessed trailing your eyes down his body and stopping at your interlocked hands.

“I won’t, you make me feel so good an—”

“Exactly, I make you feel good. All you’ve ever known is how it feels like to be with me naked. You don’t know what it’s like to actually be with me.” You pulled your hand away. A frustrated sigh spiraling out of his lungs as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Your worst habit is jumping to conclusions.” He mumbled lowly tugging at the roots of his hair. It didn’t feel nearly as good as it felt when you would do it to him, but that was something he would ever confess out loud. “I want to be with you in every way possible, I know what I said before and if I would take back my words I would because that was before I found myself falling for you.” Wonwoo closed the gap between the two of you holding you tightly. His confession had your mind running nonstop, the weight of his words making their way into your heart and finding a home. You hugged him tightly, burying your face into his chest. “Is that a yes?” Wonwoo asked confusion laced in his voice as he hugged you back running his hands down your back soothingly. You hummed nodding your head taking a whiff of his lavender body wash and somehow it felt like home.

“You can’t just say things like that so casually.” You groaned raising your head from his chest placing a kiss on his chin. “Give me a warning next time.”

“Would you have preferred reading the essay I wrote about it instead.”

“Wonwoo stop fucking around you didn’t do that.” You scoffed pushing away from him and started down the hallway to entrance of the locker room. “Yes, I did it’s fifteen pages long, I even used citations.” He yelled following you a few steps behind, the teasing tone in his voice made you doubt his word. But he did once write a whole essay on how Soonyoung was the worst co-captain in the history of co-captains because he had beat him in Mario Kart.

“You have two options I can read it for you tonight after you’re done with your half of the project or I can read it for you on your wedding day.” You choked on your saliva making him laugh. He patted your back gently before pushing open the door to the locker room.

“What the fuck Woo, our weddi—”

“Finally, we’ve been waiting out here for hours. I’m starving.” Hoshi exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air before starting down hallway. “I told you guys to leave.” Wonwoo sighed rolling his eyes and extended his hand for you to take.

“Half of us did once they heard you guys fucking.” Vernon shrugged shoving his hands in his pockets. Your cheeks started to heat up, you prayed to every god out there to do you a solid and open the ground up and have it swallow you whole. “And you guys didn’t?”

“Nah, you’re paying for dinner remember, plus we made a bet while we waited.” Vernon took two long strides over and placed his hand on top of Wonwoo’s shoulder. “I never expected you to have a daddy kink and now I lost fifty bucks to Jeonghan and Dino each, that’s a hundred in total.” He shook his head and walked away running to catch up with Hoshi.

“I don’t have a dad—”

“You know bathrooms have echoes right?” Dino pushed himself way from the wall and started walking away. “We heard the two of you loud and clear, so you can’t deny it, Jeonghan even took a voice note just in case you wanted to deny it.”

“Baby you’re going to have to visit me in jail cause I’m about to commit homicide.” Wonwoo placed a chaste kiss against your head and let go of your hand and charged over to Dino. He turned around laughing before running down the hallway leaving you behind with a smirking Jeonghan.

“Honestly, I just hope you guys disinfected the stall the two of you used.”

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So I saw a post about you being Hebrew and have some thoughts on the Elders' names. Would you like to share them?

hoo boy this been sitting in my ask box for quit a while, huh? So sorry for answering only now, I didn't ignore you i swear, I just forgot :"D But here is the thoughts! alright first of all, I'd like to say that I am no Hebrew professor or letter studier, so most of these analyses are made from my own basic knowledge and observations let's start off with our favourite bird grandpa - Daleth! Isle of Dawn elder - Daleth: as I said, daleth is the name of the Hebrew letter, but it's quite often that the names of Hebrew letters are also words in Hebrew itself this way, the name daleth (which is pronounced daleT) is also the word for "door" in Hebrew (ד - דלת - da(e)let) I think it fits Daleth as a character because from his isle we access the other realms, so he is like a door to the kingdom. Daylight Prairie elder - Ayin: the second one - Ayin. ayin, being the name of the letter, is also a word for "eye" in Hebrew (ע - עין - ayin). It fits because it's from Ayin's realm where you see the eye of Eden for the first time - your eyes are opened for the first time to your destination. And if you look closely, you can see the elder's temple from the main track (the track you go through before you unlock the spirit gates) no matter where you are. The prairie is filled with light and nothing can hide from your view in the shadows, and the whole realm is filled with beautiful scenery and nature, making the realm a candy to the eye. Hidden Forest elder - Teth: the third one - Teth. teth (which is actually pronounced teT) is the word for "clay" in Hebrew (ט - טיט - teth). It fits her because her realm is full of water and the ground is very soggy, so it probably means that there is clay there. And their temple looks as if build from clay. Valley of Triumph elder - Samekh: now to my reasons for my bisexuality and the elders I sim for the most - Samekh! samekh (which pronounced samehh) is the word for trust or, alternatively, NEAR (ס - סמך - samekh). It fits them because being athletes, they must trust each other and their skills to not fall and break a bone if they train together. the other meaning also fits because they are always near each other, as they share one realm and stuck together. Also, the letter samekh is a circle and is nicknamed "acrobat letter" because no matter how you write it it's always right, so technically you could write it upside down and nobody would notice. And it fits with how the twins are very acrobatic and due to their similar appearance, can be mistaken for each other if not the hair. Golden Wasteland elder - Tsadi: Tsadi! tsadi is actually pronounced as tsadiK (צ - צדיק - tsadik), and it's the word for righteous or straight up INNOCENT. which is very funky, I will let you brainrot about this yourself, because that is some big plot base and speculations 👀👀👀 Vault of Knowledge - Lamed: lamed! as already mentioned by a lot of folks here on Skyblr, it has to do something with studying! because lamed is actually the word for "study!" (ל - למד - lamed) (and the Exclamation point is not simply there - because lamed is the command form of the word as if commanding someone to read) which fits lamed because she owns a huge freaking library and is shown in the concepts to teach others and sky kids about their purpose Eden elder\The king - Alef\Resh: now, for the big evil king guy. Love them or hate them - they are still a big part of lore that our dear lore enthusiasts drool over Alef is the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet, and is considered to be the sign of luck and good life - there is a whole tradition in Israel, where if a child is born wrapped with its umbilical cord wrapped around them, to draw a little "alef" symbol with a safe, easy to wash off marker on its belly after the umbilical cord is cut off to protect the child from misfortunes in their life because the umbilical cord wrapped around a newborn is considered a bad omen, almost as if the snake that seduced Eve into eating the forbidden fruit wrapped itself around the child. So Alef is considered a good and protecting letter, and it's

also the word for champion, excellence... but also a word for taming a wild beast (א - אלף - alef). Resh, however, has a similar meaning to Alef, but at the same time is the complete opposite. Resh is the letter to symbolize championship and excellence... but in a bad way. like if you win a battle by cheating, or you are excellent in bad stuff. it translates as "head" or leader (ר - ראש - re(o)sh) - showing that this letter represents smart mind and leadership, but also danger - that the person with such name is a good leader, but might not be a good person. a person who uses their mind and skills to do bad stuff. and Resh is also the first letter in the word "Ra" which translates as "evil". and this concludes my Hebrew talk for now! Hope someone will find it useful! As I said, I am no big professor myself, I simply examined the names not from their historical origins, but like... the more simple and known meanings, so take my analysis with a bit of salt