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[springwillowweeping]

There's no knock at your door they're respecting your peace

when you come out your shit is still there

[andy-15-07]

hey guys fred weasley throwing my legs over his shoulders and fucks me so good he can’t help but laugh at the puddle i am before him hi

Wicked

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word count:1149

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Warnings: Smut (18+), oral (f receiving), teasing, dirty talk, pet names, established relationship, aftercare, fluff

Fred Weasley had a gift for many things,blowing things up, bending rules, getting out of trouble with a grin,but making you completely lose your mind might’ve been his most potent magic.

You were tucked up in his room at the Burrow,summer air warm, windows cracked open, and the low sound of enchanted wireless humming lazily from the corner. You’d stolen one of his shirts again, the old one from the shop with the neckline stretched and sleeves too big, hanging off your shoulder just enough to drive him mad.

He was watching you from the foot of the bed, eyes raking over your body like he hadn’t just had you the night before. Or the morning before that. Or up against the bathroom sink not twelve hours ago.

You peeked over the top of your book, trying not to smirk.

“You’re staring.”

Fred didn’t deny it. “I am. You look so good like that. All casual. Comfy. Completely fuckable.”

You snorted, but your thighs pressed together.

“Bit needy today, aren’t you?”

He tilted his head, grin wolfish. “You calling me needy? You, who literally screamed my name loud enough last night I think the ghoul in the attic clapped for us?”

You laughed, and that laugh earned a low growl from him. He moved, slow and controlled, like a lion stalking prey,crawling up the bed until he was hovering above you, nose brushing your cheek.

“You calling me needy…” he whispered, dragging his lips across your jaw, “…while you’re sitting here, soaking through my shirt with your thighs clenched and pretending you don’t want me to ruin you.”

Your breath hitched. “Fred—”

“Let me eat you out, Y/N.”

“...what?”

He grinned. “You heard me.”

“Yeah, I just—no foreplay? No kissing? No—”

Fred’s hands were already sliding down your body. “Baby, we’ve been doing foreplay since the minute I saw you in my shirt. I’ve been suffering.”

He kissed down your neck, hands lifting the hem of the oversized tee until it bunched at your waist.

“I need you on your back. Legs over my shoulders. Right fucking now.”

You’d never obeyed so quickly in your life.

He slid your underwear down slowly, teasingly, sucking a kiss to your thigh as he settled between them.

“Look at this,” he said, voice in awe. “You’re already soaked. Merlin’s tits, love.”

You opened your mouth to snap at him,but then his tongue flattened against your clit, and all that came out was a moan so loud it echoed.

Fred groaned, latching on like he was starving. His tongue circled and licked, slow at first, building gradually, fingers digging into your hips like he was holding onto the last threads of control.

He loved eating you out. It was one of his favorite hobbies,up there with Quidditch and annoying Filch.

And he was good at it. Filthy. Passionate. Worshipful.

“Fuck, Fred—please—”

His fingers slid inside you just as his mouth closed around your clit again, and your back arched off the bed.

“That’s it, darling,” he murmured against you. “Let me hear you.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging as you whined, thighs shaking. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even pause.

“Oh—fuck—I’m gonna—Fred—fuck—”

You came hard, grinding into his mouth, eyes screwed shut, legs trembling on either side of his head.

He moaned like he loved it,like tasting you was the highlight of his entire day.

And when he finally looked up, face soaked and smug, you were a breathless, blissed-out mess.

“You good?” he asked, voice hoarse.

You blinked at him. “I can’t feel my legs.”

He laughed so hard he had to lean on the bed for balance. “Holy fuck, Y/N. You’re literally a puddle.”

“Shut up.”

“No, really. You’re like—dripping. If you die, I’m blaming that book you ignored me for.”

You threw a pillow at him. He caught it with one hand and tossed it aside.

Then he was back on you,pulling off the rest of his clothes, lifting your hips like you weighed nothing.

“You think we’re done?” he teased.

You squeaked when he spread your legs and lined himself up. “I—Fred—wait—”

“Just a little more,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. “I’ll go slow.”

But he didn’t. Not really.

Because the moment he sank into you, tight and warm and still twitching from your orgasm, his control shattered.

He groaned like you were the best feeling he’d ever known. “Fuck—fuck—you’re squeezing me so tight—how are you this perfect?”

You gasped, hands gripping his shoulders. “You’re huge, Fred—oh my god—”

His pace started steady, but it didn’t stay that way.

Every time he pulled out and pushed back in, he went deeper. Harder. Faster.

Your legs instinctively locked around his shoulders again, heels digging into his back as he slammed into you over and over.

Your moans were shameless now,raw and honest and wrecked.

Fred leaned down, face close to yours, grinning like he’d just discovered treasure.

“You love it,” he panted. “Being fucked like this. All stretched out and cock-drunk for me.”

You nodded helplessly, tears in your eyes from how good it felt.

“Say it,” he demanded, breath hot on your lips. “Tell me you love it.”

“I love it—I love it, Fred, please—”

“Please what, baby?”

“Don’t stop.”

“Never.”

His hand reached between you, fingers finding your clit again. Your body jolted at the stimulation, already too much and somehow not enough.

“You gonna come again for me?” he whispered, kissing your temple.

You nodded desperately. “Y-yeah—yes, fuck, please—”

“Good girl.”

That pushed you right over the edge.

You shattered beneath him with a scream, body spasming, stars bursting behind your eyes. Your walls clenched so tight around him, it pulled his orgasm out of him seconds later.

“Shit—Y/N—”

He buried himself deep, groaning your name like a prayer as he came hard inside you.

It was messy. Intense. Fucking glorious.

When he finally collapsed beside you, both of you breathless and sweaty and clinging to each other, the room was dead silent except for the ragged sounds of your breathing.

Then, softly:

“Still mad I interrupted your reading?”

You snorted into his chest. “I don’t even remember what the book was about.”

Fred chuckled, pulling you into his arms and kissing your forehead. “Exactly.”

You both laid there for a moment, tangled in sheets and limbs and sweat, before he grabbed his wand and muttered a quick cleaning spell with a flick.

You sighed. “That’s cheating.”

He smirked. “That’s magic.”

A beat passed. Then, softly, Fred looked down at you.

“Y’know I love you, right?”

You blinked. Heat rose to your cheeks. “What?”

He smiled. No teasing. No joke. Just Fred,completely sincere.

“I love you, Y/N. Like... all the time. Even when you’re ignoring me for books.”

You cupped his cheek. “I love you too.”

His grin widened. “Even when I turn you into a puddle?”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him again.

“Especially then.”

[cherrybr4t]

what she wants, she gets - seungcheol (+18, mdni)

WARNINGS: kind of a toxic rs, smut, tit playing, tit slapping, unprotected sex, choking, daddy!cheol, oral (f rec), reader may not be the most sensible, dom!cheol, sub!reader (f), they r so insane for each other! ceo!cheol

<3 not comfy don’t read! but…HAPPY 400! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! hope u guys enjoy this! muah 💋

“swear to god baby, open the god damn door, please!” seungcheol feels his hands burn, from the incessant knocking and pounding of your door.

you hear every grunt and curse clearly—standing right behind the door, clad in your pink robe, glass of wine balancing dangerously between your fingertips.

“i know you’re standing right behind the door, let me in,” seungcheol runs his hand across his locks, frustration lacing every word. “you’re gonna regret this baby.”

“oh, that’s rich coming from you cheol, i’m the one that’s pissed at you right now—surely i won’t be regretting anything.” you finally decide to bite back.

“you being pissed at me doesn’t warrant you to fucking block your own fucking boyfriend, and what the fuck were you doing on mingyu’s story?” another bang across your poor door.

thank god seungcheol had arranged for only top quality products to be furnished throughout this apartment he’d gifted you a year ago.

“yeah well—you can go and cry about it to your other bitches, i’m sure someone would love to listen to you and offer you some comfort” you faked cooed—you were not going to let this one slide.

“baby—what the fuck are you talking about? you know i don’t even bat an eye at anyone else…everyone fuckin’ knows how i’m fucking obsessed with you, i— you know it too baby!” you hear how his voice starts to strain, and you know he’s right.

ever since you both were linked, it was like an otherworldly connection that only you and him could comprehend.

soulmates—if you must. equally bat shit crazy; crazy for each other at least. well, as what they always say, negative cancels out negative right? together, you and cheol swear nothing else could feel more right.

you came to him on a hazy friday night, and he finally had a face to the name he’s been hearing thrown around the office floors. he’d been captivated by you the minute he laid his eyes on you—in your velvet black dress, donned in silver jewelry that brought out the sparkle in your eyes.

—and, what seungcheol wants, seungcheol gets. by the end of the night, he finds himself removing your jewelry, having you writhe under him, screaming and moaning the whole night, and he’s not sure if you’ve fallen for his trap, or he yours.

it must’ve been love at first sight, he always tells you.

he’s everything you ever wanted, the possessive, ever so passionate man that never takes no for an answer. he made you feel alive, made you feel like you were worth trashing the world for.

some call it insanity, but you weren’t any better. which leads to why you were in your current predicament—you were livid.

it’s not like cheol wasn’t allowed to be around the female species, just not the pretty ones. and especially not if they wear extra short skirts and extra red lips around your boyfriend.

yeah yeah…it’s not like he could avoid female employees, especially being a young and an extremely attractive director, next in line for the CEO position.

the new influx of female employees with the new batch of hires were something else, flocking towards your boyfriend blatantly every chance they get.

he may have just been doing his job to facilitate but—did he have to cross the line with his overtly friendly nature? not necessary, you think.

and you loved to play the game. blocking him all over your social media—only for him to lose his mind when he sees you dancing on mingyu’s instagram story at the club downtown.

you know how much he hates when you hang out with your guy friends, especially ones with a certain playful nature—mingyu.

to say he went berserk would be an understatement. you grin behind the door, the taste of satisfaction at the tip of your tongue, knowing you got him back.

“baby, fuck, i’ll get rid of all of ‘em—whoever it is—fuck, they’re gone by next week” and who are you if not someone that falters at such sweet words from your beau’s mouth.

that click of a door makes him sigh out a breath of relief before he immediately engulfs you in a tight embrace, stroking your hair and kissing the crown of your head.

“you’ll really fire them for me babe?” your eyes soften as they look up into his, and he swoons at how pretty your eyes are, admiring your current docile state—when you’re not being batshit crazy.

he carefully removes the wine glass from you, placing on top of your black coffee table which he chose, before grabbing your cheek and pulling you in for a sloppy passionate kiss.

“anything for my baby, you are the future wife of the company’s soon-to-be CEO after all.” he smirks, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb.

“and what she wants, she gets,” he whispers before pulling your lips towards his before you could say anything else.

his tongue explores every crevice of your mouth, tugging your own tongue playfully and soothing out every bite he gives your lower lip.

“my baby—you look fuckin’ gorgeous. i can never let you stay angry at me, hmm?” he pecks your forehead.

“gonna remind you why you’re mine and i’m yours baby,” he peppers feather kisses down your jaw tenderly.

“yeah? think i need to put my little brat in place, remind her why daddy only loves her, and how daddy only has eyes for her,” he kisses down your clavicle and sucks on a hollow spot which makes your knees buckle.

“mmffh—cheol….” you know it, you’re excited for it. you love it when he reminds you how obsessed he is with you.

“wonder what’s waiting for me underneath this pretty pink robe,” he gently tugs at the string of your little bow tied at the front.

a second later and your ribbon unravels, allowing the flimsy fabric to fall to the sides, and cheol lets out the most animalistic groan when he sees you completely bare and supple for him.

“so fucking pretty yeah?” he pushes you up against the nearest flat surface he can find, hands moving in urgency, grabbing any flesh of yours he can fit in those big hands of his.

you whine out as you feel his calloused hands squeezing your tits so hard, while his mouth gets busy along your jaw again. but those lips can’t stay away from your tits—he starts sucking and slurping all over—marking your mounds as you pull tightly on his locks, sinful moans after moans falling from your lips.

he breaks apart from your tits and you pout.

“my pretty girl, hands up for me.” he grabs your wrists and places them above your head and you keep them there.

“so good for me,” he sinks down and kisses all around your glistening cunt, making you squirm unconsciously. he holds on to your hips, before diving in fully, inserting that warm pink muscle deep inside your cunt you knock your head back against the wall, letting out the breathiest moan.

“pretty girl is all mine. my cunt, my tits, my girl, the prettiest.” he breathes out before he swings a leg over his shoulder and continues devouring your leaking cunt. his tongue curls up and like a deranged animal it plays with your g-spot frantically. he moans around your cunt so deeply, before he moves up and sucks your warm and swollen clit, teeth grazing every few seconds.

“cheol—too fast too fast—i’m gonna cum soon daddy,” you feel yourself reach your breaking point sooner tonight.

“that’s all i want baby, cum all over my face for me. i’m all yours to cum on,” he switches between the insane speed of his tongue and hard suction of his lips and the ribbon inside you unravels before you know it.

you let out the loudest string of moans, shaking as you clench and let out all your juices all over his face and his tongue.

cheol closes his eyes and soaks in the heavenly moment he wants to last forever. he takes in everything—your scent, your taste and continues lapping on your cunt to suck you dry.

you whine before grabbing his locks, pushing away due to oversensitivity. he looks up at you with glistening lips, and your stomach churns at the sight, feeling a new pool of arousal forming again.

he stands up, eye to eye with you, stroking a strand of hair behind your ear. “you’re so fucking perfect baby, no one should dare to even stand next to you.”

he leans forward, rubbing his clothed bulge against your soaked cunt. “you feel that baby? only you can do that to me, i just need a thought of you and i go fucking insane,” he grabs your hand, guiding it to his huge bulge.

you rub teasingly above the fabric before smirking at him knowingly, “you like me that much?”

“baby, i love you so fucking much—even i can’t comprehend it. swear i’ll die without you,” he leans his forehead against yours, with an arm propped up on the wall beside your head.

you rub faster, enjoying the moment of cheol unraveling just by a touch from you.

“swear i’ll die if you don’t touch me now—and if i’m not inside you right now baby, need you,” he breaks out in desperation and you give in, unzipping and allowing him to step out of his pants.

wasting no time, he gets rid of his boxers and goes over to the couch to sit down, tapping his thigh twice, you immediately shuffle over to sit on him, warm cunt hovering over his growing cock.

“don’t tease baby, told you i need to be inside you now,” he grabs your waist before aligning your cunt to slowly sink down his red cock that’s bursting with veins, feeling like he’s going to explode if he doesn’t feel you wrapped around him.

“f-fuuuck,” you moan out, stomach twisting at how good cheol feels when he’s fully inside you, and you start to ride him, chasing that impending high that you know is coming.

“baby—you feel too fucking good, s’unreal,” cheol croaks out as he grips onto your hips tighter, guiding your pace, not wanting to come in you too quickly.

his wandering hands move on to playing with your swollen tits, your nipples so puffy from earlier it drives him crazy, “so pretty, so fucking sensitive for me always, fuck,” he tugs on them, eliciting a louder whine from you.

his keeps a hand on your tits, occasionally giving it light slaps across and he salivates at the way it jiggles. another hand reaches up, wrapping around your neck which looks too clean for him.

your face contorts in an unexplainable pleasure, and he knows he’s got you at you tipping point. “cheol—daddy, squeeze harder,” you prompt him, wanting him to push you over the edge faster.

“yeah? my little slut wants daddy to go harder? you dirty girl, my dirty girl though— my pretty dirty girl,” he groans, hands squeezing tighter at the pulse points, while he strikes one tight slap across your tits and you can’t stop moaning.

he can’t stop singing praises for his pretty baby, and all he wants is to express how much he adores you every second.

“so close daddy so close, wanna cum wanna cum,” cheol snaps his hips up faster, while maintaining the pressure around your neck.

“gonna make you cum so hard around daddy, then pump you full of daddy’s cum after—show you how much daddy loves you, yeah?” he revels in the way your voice breaks at the incessant amount of moans escaping your mouth.

“gonna cum—daddy can i cum now?” you bit down on your lips, feeling something in your lower abdomen growing and growing, threatening to spill over any minute.

“my pretty baby always so polite—yes baby, cum for daddy now,” and you let go, seeing white as you convulse and jerk around him, crying out his name repeatedly.

his grip around your neck holds you in place, “fuuuckk that’s it baby, let daddy see how hard he made you cum,” cheol will never get tired of watching you cum—especially when it’s around his cock.

“gonna let daddy pump you full now baby? i’m about to cum okay baby,” he starts to snap his hips up even rougher, before releasing a hot load inside of you with a groan and you moan at the feeling as it reaches deep inside you.

“fuuuuck, that’s it baby, take it all, take all of daddy’s cum yeah—you’re mine baby,” he moans out, panting as the last few drops paints your walls with his essence

cheol’s heart swells at the thought of you being so full of his cum—full of him. he thinks there’s no other way to express that you’re fully his other than this act of claiming.

he kisses you, stroking your cheek and uttering words of affection against your lips—and you feel that all is right with the world again.

WANTED IT TO BE LONGER THAN THIS! will be writing more of this au!! but for now,, thank you guys so much for 400 again!! can’t wait to be putting out more works soon! love u guys xx 🖤💋

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[johnpriceslamb]

𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐏?

❛ you ask the Van Der Linde boys if you could sit on their lap. ❜

BEFORE YOU PROCEED! ┊female ! reader . afab ! reader . reader is physically shorter than chars mentioned below . suggestive themes implied . wrds . not edited . not proof-read . Javier ver touchy . google translated Spanish . John is very drunk . 1.4k wrd-count

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍

You want to what?

You tinker your lashes multiple times innocently at his flabbergasted expression, unconsciously tilting your head at his dramatic approach. From your tone alone meant nothing but the most purest intentions, he knew well you mean no harm. But hearing those words made his cheeks burn a tad bit brighter.

“May I please— “No, no, I heard ya the first time- I just..” He abruptly cuts you. He narrows his eyes at you, sizing you up head-to-toe just to see if you were in a playful manner. You weren’t.

He grumbles softly, contemplating. He scratches behind his neck for a bit before a deep sigh escapes his mouth and he leans back on the wooden chair he sat upon.

“C’mere.”

He beckons you to come closer with two fingers lazily waving in the air. Immediately do you obey his simple commands like a lost pup, hands clasped prettily in-front of your chest as you easily plop yourself on his lap. Your back almost hits his chest, akin to a literal brick wall from all of the labour work he’s done. Unconsciously does his large hands come to your hips, positioning them slightly just so you’d be a tad bit more comfortable.

It’s easy to tilt your head upwards to see his face, the prickles of hair sticking out on his chin is the most prominent thing from your view. He feels your stare almost immediately and looks down at your beady eyes. He has to stop himself from grinning at your unawareness.

The cowpoke could only narrow his eyes at the soft giggle you produced from your mouth, a hand resting on your hip, “What?”

You look away with a tiny smile, “Nuthin’.”

He lets out another deep sigh, before pinching your cheek.

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍

The bottle of beer in his hand almost slips to the ground after hearing your simple question.

He raises a hand to scratch at the stubble on his jaw, mindful to be aware of the deep claw-marks embedded on his skin. The bottle was placed on the table with a clumsy clatter, back supported by the edge of the table.

“..Watchu say?” He squints his dark eyes at you. He must’ve drunk too much, perhaps he heard you wrong. His tone was always raspy yet so demeaning playful even. You took it as if he didn’t want you to, and you shrink meekly.

You stutter shyly, “I’ll just go ask someone else—

He felt his guts squeeze and churn at the sight of you sitting on someone else’s lap. All sense of proper etiquette is thrown away from jealousy and alcoholic behaviour, his hand is very quick to grabbing yours as he roughly pulls you back. A tiny squeal escapes your lap as you clumsily fall on his chest and onto his hard thighs.

Your hands are clinging onto his opened top to balance yourself, the smirk on his face visible as he sees how shy you suddenly became.

The strong scent of alcohol makes your nose scrunch up. He rests his chin on the crook of your neck, stubble lightly tickling your sensitive skin. After a few minutes of making yourself comfy on his lap and finally staying still, his hand comes to grab his bottle to take another chug.

“John,” You almost whine at the way he unconsciously starts to bounce his knee up and down. A habit he’s not prone to ever since he started drinking. It was almost like he forgot you were sitting on his lap after a few minutes. Immediately does he stop his movement, a low slurr of babbles and a soft hiccup escapes his lips, “Whoops— sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart.”

Suddenly, he cheekily stares down at you.

“Y’know,” He hics.

“Yer behind feels kinda good on my-

“John.”

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

He’s a bit clueless at first, bless his heart.

He’s busy carving a small piece of wood with his knife, hunched over as his long hair falls, covering the sides of his face almost elegantly. He wasn’t bothered to tie his hair back, nor raise a finger to place it behind his ear. He stops re-shaping the small piece of wood as he hears a soft patter of footsteps from in-front.

“Hm?” He hums, his guard lowers significantly once realising it was you. The knife is lowered too, and the items were placed afar so it does not distract you nor come in your way.

“May I please sit on your lap?” You ask with those big beady eyes of yours, hands behind your back as your tone is light and sweet.

Of course, silence is ensured for a few seconds. His brooding figure straightens up from his spot. He quirks a dark, angular brow at your much smaller figure.

“Why?” He asks with a straight face.

Your cheeks burn, and your expression was alike of a kicked pup. He catches on quickly, and he immediately feels bad for seeming so nonchalant and blunt.

“U-Um.. I just, I wanted to.. N-nevermind. Sorry.” You shyly stammer, akin to a doe whom tries to stand up for the first time.

He easily suppresses the smile which almost etched onto his face at your stuttering. Cute.

“I didn’t say no, y’know.” He gestures you to come over with a simple pat on his thigh. You beam, eagerly toddling to him like a tiny tot wanting to get her stuffies. You sit yourself on his thighs, shoes quite literally lifting off of the ground because of how big he was. Even if he sat down, he still always towered over you.

He allows you to wiggle a bit on his lap, but a hand comes down to rest on your knee to squeeze it a bit as a gentle warning to not go any higher. You do obey, of course. Your back is to his chest, your hands positioned on your lap as you almost melt at how warm he was.

“Comfortable?” At each word he uttered to you, it was more toned down in pitch, a low hum always started. You nod lazily, a smile of satisfaction of how comfy he felt underneath. You don’t mind the way he snakes his arms around your waist. “Good.”

𝐉𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀

You regret asking.

Simply put, he’s handsy.

The smirk on his face is very visible. The log he rests upon feels even more smaller as he slowly starts to manspread right in front of you. The guitar in his hand is placed gently just to the side before he beckons you to come forth. You reluctantly sit on his lap, almost squirming at how close he was.

A hand on your hip, another squish to your thigh, a soft roll from his hip teasingly upwards, a touch here, a touch there..

“Javier!” You whine, swatting his hand off your curves. He could only teasingly grin, before shrugging. “..Tu pediste esto.” His voice serenades.

You try to swat his hands off again, but merely give up, knowing he won’t stop any time soon. You lay your cheek on his chest, lithe arms wrapped around his waist as your back arches a tad bit from not supporting your structure. His hands are on the small of your back, rubbing small circles on the softness of your clothed skin.

The embers from the mini camp-fire is light and descends off in the dark night, crackles of the wood calms your nerves down just a bit. He does tone his touch down just a tad bit for your sake, despite wanting to desperately grab at.. literally anything. He’s had ladies before, but by far was he the neediest when it came to you.

You can’t help but take a small peak from above, wispy lashes coming to tinker a bit when he tilts his gaze to fixate on you. A small smile on his face, as he greedily eats up all of the touch you gave to him.

“..hi.” You quietly mumble, a bit muffled because of the fact that half of your face is mushed against the fabrics of his clothes. A fox-like grin etches on his tan face as he presses a tiny kiss on your forehead, entertaining you by replying with a simple “hola.”

“You’re really clingy- and touchy. I hope you know that.” You grumble when his hand comes to cup your curves again.

He smiles lazily. “I know.”

[arietem]

take it off me

masterlist

jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: jj pays you a visit after hanging out with the boys and sees you wearing his shirt

smut and suggestive content

Early June on the island was your favorite time of the year. The weather was starting to get warm enough so you could go to the beach, and the tourists were not swarming the island just yet. You didn’t need to be at your summer job at the resort for another week, so hanging out with your friends was a must until then. These days, though, you couldn’t get your hands off one of your friends in particular. Well, not really a friend anymore, was he? It was safe to say he got promoted to boyfriend status.

Just over a month ago, you asked JJ if he would finally make his move or if you had to do all the work. Honestly, before you even finished the sentence, his lips were on yours, and as they say, the rest is history. And boy, is there a lot of that between you two. All those years of friendship culminated in a whirlwind of love and affection.

The night was one of those rare ones when he was hanging with the boys in the chateau and you were in your own home. It was warm and serene, with a light breeze making your curtains flutter. You were sitting in your comfy armchair in your room, journaling your thoughts, when you heard strange sounds coming from outside your window.

“Psst! Hey, psst!”

You weren’t really surprised that he decided to ditch John B and Pope and come see you. He couldn’t keep his hands off you either. You left your journal on the chair and stepped outside to lean over your balcony. “What are you doing here, JJ? Aren’t you with the boys?” He was looking so yummy, with messy blonde hair and a mischievous grin on his face.

“We were drinkin’, playin’ some card game Pope wanted, Ion kno’. They are passed the hell out, and I came to see m’girl.” You realized he was talking a little slurred now. “JJ! Tell me you didn’t drive your bike here!” You were gonna kill him if he was playing like that. He knew you hated drinking and driving.

“Nah, mama, I walked. Scout’s honor,” he said and threw up a peace sign. “Give me the ladder now.”

“That’s the wrong sign, but sure. Here you go, Jay.” You tossed him the rope ladder you kept stashed on your balcony for situations like this.

“You’re lucky my parents’ room is on the other side of the house.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He was slowly making his way up the ladder, trying really hard to keep his balance. “A lil’ help, maybe?” He reached a hand out for you to assist in pulling him up over the railing. He stumbled a little when he jumped across, but you grabbed his shoulders and steadied him.

“Oh, baby,” he sighed and buried his fingers in your hair, “I missed ya.” He was never so affectionate when you were with the Pogues, and you didn’t mind it, not really, but it was nice hearing those words every once in a while. JJ rested his forehead on yours and gave you a peck on the nose.

“Okay, beer breath, let’s go inside.” You stepped into the room with JJ in tow and flicked on another soft light. He sat on the edge of your bed, watching you tie your hair in a messy bun.

“Wait, is that my, is that my Pookie shirt?” he pointed to your chest. You looked down to see what he was talking about. You didn’t even realize it was that one, you simply grabbed the first one out of your drawer. “Oh, yeah, I guess you left it here the other night. I’m sorry, I can give it back.” You were so used to smelling him on yourself and your clothes that it became a part of you.

JJ’s jaw was slack, eyes glistening in the soft light of the room, breeze from the open balcony rustling his hair gently. “C’mere,” he beckoned you with his pointer finger. You obliged and settled between his thighs, interlocking your hands behind his neck. He definitely sounded more sober now.

“You’re gorgeous, ya know that? The hottest girl on the island.”

You weren’t wearing any pants and JJ slid his palm under the shirt, squeezing your ass.

“Yeah, the hottest? What about the smartest?”

“I dunno about all that, you are slummin’ it with me.” You smacked his shoulder lightly. “Kidding, kidding,” he laughed, bringing his hands up your back under the shirt, “the smartest and the hottest girl in all of Outer Banks.”

Didn't that sound so good coming from him? You brought your lips to his forehead, letting yourself stay still for a second, breathing in his smoky scent, the familiar sensation of excitement creeping up your spine. JJ let himself fall backwards on the bed, pulling you with him. Sprawled across his chest, you could hear his heart beating fast. He slowly took off your shirt over your head, leaving you topless. You shivered despite the warmth and went to return the favor, running your nails over his abs. Goosebumps erupted all over his golden skin.

You bent down to lick his happy trail, the hair there faint and soft. JJ gasped and bucked his hips upward. "Oh, baby, the things you do to me." You just grin and continue kissing your way upward to his face.

"Let's get you out of these shorts, pretty boy, huh?" He jumped up from the bed, hopping on one leg while he tried to get out of his pants. "Stop! You're gonna hurt - "

You didn't even get to finish your sentence, and JJ was on the floor as he tripped over his feet. "JJ!" you keeled over with laughter, extending a hand to help him off the floor.

"All good, cupcake." JJ dusted off his hands and dragged you towards the bed, pulling you onto his lap. "Now, where were we?"

He started kissing your neck, eliciting soft moans from your lips. He made you feel so good, you wanted to give him some of that in return. You slowly stood up and walked backward. Giving him a wink, you sank to your knees and grabbed his thighs. JJ leaned on his elbows, watching as you slowly lowered his boxers and let his dick sprang free. It smacked him in the stomach, making you drool a little bit.

"All this just for me?" you asked with awe. You spit in your hand, spreading it all over his cock, making it slick and ready for your mouth. JJ groaned when you palmed him with one hand and went for his balls with the other. You wanted this to take as long as possible, making him as hot and bothered as possible. You gave him a tentative lick, at which JJ moaned harder, making you smile against his dick. You took his tip inside your mouth, gradually going deeper and deeper.

When he was as deep as you could take it, you hummed lightly and stuck out your tongue. He rewarded you by whimpering loudly and tangling his fingers in your hair, making your bun even messier. You bobbed your head up and down, gagging every time he touched the back of your throat. JJ loved hearing your gags, grunting every time you did it.

Your eyes started to water, and you could tell JJ was close to finishing. He sat up, knocking you slightly off balance. With a loud pop, you released him from your mouth and looked up at him. He wiped under your eyes with his thumbs, brushing away the tears. And probably smearing your mascara even more. "Oops, I made it worse." His voice was gravelly and lust-filled. You just rolled your eyes and pushed him back, ready to bring him to the finish line.

[berryz-writes]

Hooked

Azriel x reader

Summary: You teach Azriel how to crotchet after his hands become stiff due to old scars /fluff

Note: Hi my lovelies I got an extra boost to write this after going through my drafts and some of yalls encouragement. Ily all <33

The living room was quiet except for the sound of yarn brushing softly between fingers and the occasional sigh from the brooding male next to me.

Afternoon sunlight poured through the wide windows, spilling golden light across the floor and the deep blue yarn sitting in Azriel’s lap. His wings were relaxed behind him, stretching wide across the back of the couch like a warm, dark curtain. The way the light hit his face made the strong lines of his jaw and cheekbones look softer, and a lock of his dark hair had fallen over his brow.

I watched him try to loop the yarn with the small silver crochet hook, his scarred fingers slow and unsure. It was oddly sweet, seeing the deadly Spymaster focus so hard on something so small and soft.

“You’re twisting the hook too much,” I said gently. “Let me show you again.”

“I’m not twisting it” Azriel muttered. “It’s... resisting me.”

“It’s yarn” I said, grinning. “Not an enemy soldier.”

That made him glance at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. “It’s more stubborn than most enemies I’ve faced.”

I laughed, moving closer on the couch. He was trying, at least. That meant a lot. His hands had been stiff lately—more than usual. The old scars from his childhood, the ones that never quite healed right, made it harder for him to do small, careful things like this. So when I suggested crocheting—something that could help his fingers stay flexible—I didn’t expect him to say yes.

But he did. Without hesitation.

“Come here” he said suddenly, voice low. “It’s easier if you show me from here.”

“From where?”

He looked at me like I was slow. Then patted his thigh.

“In my lap.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

He gave a casual shrug. “Unless you want me to stab myself with this thing.”

I snorted. “Crochet hooks aren’t sharp, Az.”

“Still might manage it.”

Shaking my head, I stood and climbed carefully into his lap. His hands settled naturally at my hips, helping me balance. His body was all hard muscle and heat—like sitting on a furnace made of shadows. I leaned back against his chest, letting him wrap one arm around me while the other held the hook.

“Comfy?” he asked, his voice right in my ear.

“Very.”

“Good. Because I plan to hold you hostage until I finish this row.”

I laughed again and reached for his hand, guiding it carefully with mine. His fingers were warm, rough with scars and years of training, but they moved with surprising gentleness when I showed him where to pull, how to loop, how to keep the yarn from getting too tight.

“Like this,” I said, shifting slightly to get a better angle. “Pull the hook through… then yarn over… yep, like that.”

Azriel hummed low in his throat. “I think I’m starting to get it.”

“You’re doing great,” I said softly, twisting my head just enough to catch his eye.

His hazel eyes met mine, golden-brown and steady. “You’re a good teacher” he said, quiet and honest. “But it might just be that I like having you in my lap.”

I rolled my eyes trying not to smile but before I could respond the peace shattered with a bang as the door swung open to the living room.

Cassian’s voice rang out. “What in the name of the Cauldron—?”

Cassian stood there, staring at us. Shirtless, of course, his chest and arms still sweaty from training.

He came to a halt, mouth parting slightly as he took in the image of the feared Shadowsinger… hunched over a growing patch of crocheted yarn, my hand steadying his wrist.

I could see it building behind Cassian’s hazel eyes—wicked amusement mixing with something softer beneath.

“Oh no,” he said at last, a grin slowly stretching across his face. “Has the Spymaster been domesticated?”

Azriel didn’t look up too focussed on his work “If I had a dagger right now…”

“You’d crochet me to death?” Cassian shot back, flopping dramatically into the chair across from us. He reached down and picked up a spare ball of yarn, turning it over in his massive, calloused hands. “This is it. This is my favorite day ever.”

“It’s for his fingers,” I said, pointedly ignoring the smirk he shot me. “The scarring gives him stiffness. This helps keep the dexterity.”

Cassian’s face did something then—softened, just slightly. His gaze dropped to Azriel’s hands, and for a second, a beat of silence passed between them. An understanding. One brother to another.

Then, of course, he ruined it.

“So,” Cassian said with mock-seriousness, tossing the yarn from hand to hand. “What’s he making? Wing warmers?"

Azriel finally looked up, his expression almost bored “You know, I could just stab you.”

“I knew there’d be a threat,” Cassian said brightly. “But it loses its edge when you’re holding… that.” He pointed at the hook Azriel was attempting to loop through the hole.

Azriel didn’t even look up. “You’re jealous because I can make things with my hands that don’t involve punching.”

“I am a little jealous, actually,” Cassian admitted with a mock pout, throwing the ball of yarn into the basket by my feet “Does this come in a colour that screams Commander of the Night Court?”

“It screams something,” Azriel muttered, finally looking up with a smirk. “Mostly that you talk too much.”

I laughed then, the sound escaping before I could stop it. Cassian gave me an exaggerated wink.

“Don’t encourage him,” Azriel said dryly, though his lips found the top of my head and pressed a kiss there “Next he’ll want a crochet battle.”

Cassian perked up. “Wait, is that a thing?”

“It is not a thing,” I said, exasperated.

Azriel shook his head, but even he couldn’t suppress the amusement in his expression.

Cassian’s teasing faded into a fond smile as he watched Azriel fumble another loop, my hands steadying his, voice soft and patient.

Cassian stood up and stretched, cracking his back with a grunt. “Alright, before I start crying or worse, crocheting, I’m leaving"

He was halfway out the room when I lobbed a yarn ball at his head. He caught it with a grin and vanished down the hall, still laughing.

Azriel let out a long breath and relaxed into further into the sofa taking me with him.

“He’s never going to let this go,” he murmured.

“No,” I agreed. “But he’s happy for you.”

Azriel was quiet for a moment, then turned to press a kiss another kiss to my hair. “So am I.”

[winterlico]

SWIM INTO YOU ᰔ sim jaeyun .ᐟ

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You never thought having a roommate would feel like this.

When you moved in with Jake, it was supposed to be a temporary arrangement. A practical decision made in haste—split the rent, stay out of each other’s way, and avoid any complications.

Simple, right?

But in hindsight, you should have known better. Because Jake Sim is not simple.

He is chaos wrapped in golden skin, a walking contradiction of mischief and warmth, and the kind of person who makes even the most ordinary moments feel like something out of a dream.

It starts with little things.

Like how he insists on calling you ‘princess’ despite your every protest, the nickname rolling off his tongue with effortless charm. Or how he sings in the shower, completely unbothered by the ungodly hour, his voice still gravelly from sleep, making you shove a pillow over your face to muffle the way your heart stutters at the sound.

Then there’s the way he leaves the kitchen a mess after making his infamous late-night ramen—crumbs on the counter, an empty bowl abandoned in the sink, chopsticks precariously balanced on the edge. He always flashes you that signature grin, unapologetic as ever, mumbling, “I’ll clean it up later,” though you both know he never will.

And you let him get away with it. Every single time.

“Hey, princess.”

You barely glance up from your laptop, too accustomed to his presence to be startled when he plops down onto the couch beside you, his body sinking into the cushions with a sigh. He smells like his usual mix of fresh soap and something warm, something undeniably Jake, and before you can react, he stretches out, resting his head against your lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You freeze.

“Jake.” Your voice holds a warning, but he only cracks one eye open, his gaze lazy and unbothered. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Resting,” he replies smoothly, as if this is a perfectly logical answer. He shifts slightly, getting comfortable, the weight of him pressing into your thighs in a way that makes your breath catch.

“Long day. I deserve a comfy lap.”

“You have your own lap.”

“Yeah, but mine isn’t as nice.”

Your face heats up instantly, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. This is just Jake being Jake—flirty, playful, completely oblivious to how his every action sends your heart into a frenzy. At least, you think he’s oblivious.

“Go annoy someone else,” you mutter, but your fingers betray you, absentmindedly threading through his soft black strands, combing through them with gentle precision.

Jake hums in satisfaction, eyes slipping shut. “Nah. You’re my favorite person to annoy.”

You should’ve seen it coming.

The way your heart tightens when he gets too close, how your breath catches when his laughter rings through the apartment, the way his presence feels like gravity—inescapable, undeniable. It’s in the way he looks at you sometimes, gaze lingering a second too long, as if searching for something you aren’t ready to give voice to. It’s in the way his touch lingers, a teasing nudge here, a fleeting graze there, igniting sparks that leave you restless long after he’s gone.

And one night, you realize—he knows.

You’re in the kitchen, rummaging for a late-night snack, when you hear him enter behind you. His footsteps are light, deliberate, and then suddenly he’s there, far too close, warmth radiating from his body as he peers over your shoulder.

“Whatcha got there?” His voice is low, amused, a hint of something else laced beneath the teasing.

You swallow hard. “Cereal.”

Jake lets out a chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Mm, lucky cereal. Gets to be in your mouth.”

You choke on air.

He grins, clearly pleased with your reaction, and leans in just a fraction more. His breath ghosts over your ear, and suddenly the kitchen feels much, much smaller.

“What?” His tone is feigned innocence, but his eyes tell another story. “Something wrong, princess?”

“You—you can’t just say things like that,” you manage to stammer, stepping away from him in a desperate attempt to regain your composure. But Jake follows, closing the distance with ease, his movements fluid and unhurried.

“Why not?” There’s a playful lilt to his voice, but his gaze has shifted, growing heavier with something deeper, something more serious. He tilts his head, studying you with an intensity that makes your pulse race. “Do I make you nervous?”

“No,” you lie, but your body betrays you, your back pressing against the counter as he steps even closer.

Jake places his hands on either side of you, effectively caging you in. He doesn’t touch you, doesn’t need to—his presence alone is enough to make your skin tingle.

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

You do. And it’s a mistake.

Because Jake Sim is looking at you like he already knows the answer.

The first kiss is inevitable. It’s slow, deliberate, as if he’s memorizing the way your lips fit against his. The moment his mouth meets yours, everything stills—the air, the sound of the clock ticking, the pulse drumming beneath your skin.

He kisses you like he has nowhere else to be, like the world outside the walls of your shared apartment doesn’t exist. His lips are warm, firm yet gentle, coaxing you into a rhythm that feels like second nature, like something you’ve done a million times before and yet are experiencing for the very first time.

His hand finds the small of your back, fingers splaying across the fabric of your shirt, anchoring you to him. His other hand cups your jaw, thumb tracing the delicate curve of your cheek, a touch so light it makes your breath hitch.

There’s no rush, no desperation—just the intoxicating push and pull, the unspoken emotions bleeding through every lingering press of his lips.

But then, something shifts.

The kiss deepens, slow and languid at first, until Jake’s patience snaps. He exhales a shaky breath against your lips before tilting your head back, giving himself more access. His tongue brushes against yours, teasing, exploring, and you melt—completely, utterly. The room is warm, stifling even, as he presses against you, molding his body to yours.

You don’t realize when his hands start to roam, but suddenly, they’re slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips ghosting over your skin, igniting tiny fires in their wake. His grip tightens, pulling you flush against him as he groans softly, the sound reverberating through your body like a pulse.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs, but his voice is hoarse, uneven, betraying the restraint he’s barely holding onto.

You don’t.

Instead, you tug him closer, letting your hands explore, tracing the taut muscles beneath his shirt, feeling the way his body tenses under your touch. Your breaths mingle, heavy and unsteady, the space between you collapsing until there’s nothing left but warmth and want.

Jake’s lips leave yours only to trail lower, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your throat. His teeth graze against sensitive skin, and a quiet gasp escapes you, your head falling back instinctively.

“You’re dangerous,” he whispers against your skin, his voice a mixture of amusement and something darker, something possessive.

“So are you,” you counter, hands threading through his hair, tugging just enough to elicit a quiet groan from him.

He laughs, low and husky, before capturing your lips once more—this time with less patience, less restraint. This time, he kisses you like he’s starving, like he’s been waiting for this moment far too long. And maybe, just maybe, you have too.

The night stretches long, the air thick with unspoken words and lingering touches. And as he presses you back against the couch, lips brushing against your ear, he murmurs, “Hope you’re ready to drown in me, princess.”

And you think—maybe you’ve been drowning all along.

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Training (Part 1)

I've been really getting into Love and Deep space lately (Sylus, Caleb and Xavier are my faves) and I had stumbled on an erotic audio where someone was training their throat by using a dildo and then my brain worked it's magic from there to spawn this mini-series idea hehe. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer : Lads boys X Female reader; Poly relationship; Established relationship; Smut <3 throat training; Oral (Reader receiving); Hot men babying reader <3

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"Good girl, there we go. Just breath and take it...take it..."

TapTapTap

Sylus loosened his grip on the back of your head, smirking as you pulled away, tears in your eyes as you started to cough. His long fingers scratched your scalp, relaxing you and making your body tingle in response. You whimpered, wiping away the drool from your mouth, your jaw feeling a bit sore already and you barely started.

"Deep breaths, kitten. You did so well that time." Sylus purred, "You want to try again?"

You gulped before nodding, regaining your balance on your knees again. You placed your hands on the wall, eyebrows furrowed as you glared at the object stuck to said wall- the object you needed to conquer.

A 7 inch dildo.

"Open wide, kitty." Sylus said, standing behind you once more, the warmth of his legs on either side of you making you purr. You sat on the floor, legs folded underneath you, wearing nothing but a camisole and some comfy shorts. His hands gently went down to your jaw, his thumb caressing your cheek as you opened your mouth wide before moving forward. You groaned as you took the dildo back into your mouth, your tongue lying flat underneath it as you slowly took inch after inch, Sylus's hands gently pushing you along as well.

"Slowly...that's it. You've gotten so much better, sweetie. Think you can deep throat it?"

You didn't respond, simple squeezing your eyes shut tightly as you felt the silicone toy touch the back of your throat. Breathing through your nose and trying to remember all the...tips your boyfriends had given you, you opened up your throat and got the dildo to slide in. Your nails dug into the wall as you fought your natural instinct to gag, taking inch after inch but unfortunately-

TapTapTap

You slapped on the wall, signaling Sylus to let go of your hair as you pulled off of the dildo, coughing wildly as drool seeped past your lips.

"So close." Sylus said, patting your head from above you, "You only had one inch to go. You wanna try again?"

You took a breath, collecting yourself as you wiped the mess off of your face, "Yeah, just...give me a sec."

"Take all the time you need."

You almost started to moan as Sylus rubbed your scalp, his nails gently massaging your head making you shiver. You were brought out of the moment as you heard a pair of footsteps coming closer towards you.

"How's the training going?" Caleb asked, looking down at you and smiling, hands in his pockets.

"Good." Sylus said, giving your head a final pat before pulling away, "She's definitely improving. If you compare her to how she was when we first started this, she's miles ahead. She almost deep throated the whole thing."

"Mind if I take over?" Caleb asked.

"Be my guest."

You tried not to whine as Sylus stepped away from you but your disappointment was short lived as Caleb took his place. You craned your neck to look up at him, the man giggling as you made eye contact. Sylus stood to the side, leaning on the wall as he crossed his arms over his chest, watching.

"I think you can get that whole dildo down your throat, pipsqueak." Caleb said, bringing a hand down to pinch your cheek, "So I'm gonna be a bit rough on you and make you take it. Is that okay?"

You wrapped your hand around Caleb's right leg, squeezing his calf as you leaned into him, snuggling your face against his soft thigh. Your man giggled at the ticklish feeling, his fingers clenching and unclenching close to your face which you have since learnt was the sign of him fighting his cute aggression- the man fighting his desire to just grab you and squeeeeze tightly.

"Okay." you said, pulling away from him before straightening your back, "I'm ready."

"Let's take it all this time."

With a nod, you got back into position, palms against the wall before you opened your mouth wide and took in the toy. Inch by inch slid into your mouth, making sure to keep your tongue flat. You had gotten fairly used to this part, the real problem coming when the tip of the dildo started to slide down the back of your throat.

As soon as you felt your first gag, you gasped as Caleb suddenly increased the pressure and continued to push you forward. But it didn't feel like it was his hands and when you looked up, you saw that the man had in fact placed both hands against the wall too- almost like he was balancing which meant:

The fucker was pushing your head forward with his knee!

"Take it. Take it. Come on. You can do it." Caleb growled, kneeing the back of your head while firmly pushing you forward. Unlike Sylus using his hands, you felt zero give against Caleb and had no choice but to go along. You continued to gag, eyes watering as the dildo slid down your throat more and more, until finally- finally- you felt the cold sensation of the wall against your lips.

You did it! You finally did it! You took down the whole dildo!!

"Good girl! There we go~" Caleb cheered as he took his leg away, allowing you to pull off of the fake cock. You heaved and gasped, taking in air and coughing, your lungs aching from the many attempts so far. You looked up and glared at Caleb, the man simply snorting as he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. He squatted down beside you, immediately starting to clean up your drool with his hanky.

"Don't look at me like that." he whined fakely, his free hand holding your head still from behind as he wiped up your mouth, "You did it, didn't you?"

"That she did." Sylus said proudly, his hand shamelessly wrapping around the saliva covered toy before pulling it off of the wall from where it was suctioned on, "Let's stop here and I'll clean this up. I'd like to use it again later."

You jumped at the 'later' statement, knowing full well what that meant.

"Alright, come here." Caleb said as Sylus walked away, the man looping his arm around your back and under your knees before he picked you up in a princess carry, carrying you like you weighed nothing to him. With a kiss to your head, he started to walk towards the others lounging at the couch. Oh yeah. You were in the living room of your apartment, your boyfriends having come over. How could you forget.

Xavier smiled from one end of the couch, his arms reaching out for you. Caleb gently dropped you down onto the white haired mans lap, Xavier wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your temple.

"Good job, honey." he cooed, nuzzling against your hair, "We were watching. You did so well!"

"Yeah," Raphael chimed in, scooting closer to Xavier on the couch so he could gently grab at your feet, immediately giving it a massage, "Remember at the beginning when you could barely take half of it? Look at you now."

"She's definitely getting better. Soon, you'll be ready to suck us off~" Caleb purred, ruffling your hair before he sat down on a separate love seat.

You huffed, preening under all the attention, "I still think this whole...training thing is dumb." you said, voice hoarse.

"Clearly it wasn't since it took you almost two weeks to even handle the toy." the fifth- and final- voice called out and you turned your head to see Zayne walking towards the group, a glass of water in hand. He bent down once he was close enough, gripping your chin gently before pulling at it. You opened your mouth obediently, Zayne's eyes scanning for a few seconds before nodding and letting go.

"Looks like you didn't hurt your throat this time. Good. Now drink up."

He pressed the glass of water against your lips but you pulled away with a pout.

"I can drink it by myself."

"I know." Was all Zayne said before his free hand cupped your jaw gently before once again pressing the glass to your lips. You huffed but ultimately remained silent as the Doctor tipped the glass, pouring the water into your mouth. Everyone watched as you drank the, Xavier planting sweet kisses to your temple while Zayne hummed once you finished. He wiped away a stray drop of water from your lips before walking back to the kitchen, passing by Sylus who was empty handed (for now). He smiled at you as he got behind you, bending down to loosely wrapping his arms around your shoulders before peppering your cheek with kisses. With Xavier on one side and Sylus on the other, you felt the blood rush to your face, making you feel dizzy from all the affection.

"You did so good, baby girl." Sylus purred, nibbling on your ear gently as you simply mumbled under your breath shyly, "Let's have you deep throat it a few more times before we move on, yeah?"

"Wh- but-" you whined, turning your head to look at the red eyed man, "I thought that was it! I don't need to practice anymore!"

"Do it consistently without hurting yourself," Zayne chimed in, having walked back to the living room, standing beside Sylus as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Then we can consider if you're ready to suck our cocks."

You whined, rolling your eyes in annoyance but you yelped as Raphael pinched your calf muscle. "Don't be bratty." he warned, making you pout.

"But I can handle it! I want to make you all feel good..."

"We know, pipsqueak and that's very sweet of you." Caleb said, his eyes never having left you, "But we're all bigger than that dildo. If you can't even suck the toy without crying, you're just going to get frustrated or hurt yourself when you take us."

"Besides, we don't mind waiting." Xavier said, his voice so gentle, warm breath fanning against your ear, "Your comfort matters more to us than pleasure."

"But..."

"Don't argue." Sylus demanded, making your words die in your throat, Rafayel snorted at your adorable pout, his hand traveling up your legs, his warm touch making you shiver. You pressed your thighs together, Raphael almost reaching them and your movement wasn't lost on anyone. From deepthroating the cock to being babied by them, it wasn't rocket science to figure out that you were needy.

"Aww, how silly of us." Xavier cooed, a hand coming up to your top and teasingly grabbing one of the thin straps before he started to gently pull it down one shoulder, "You've been such a good girl and we totally forgot to give you a reward."

"She does deserve something nice for following her training..." Caleb trailed off, his eyes dilating as he saw the cute flush on your face, gasping as Xavier started to kiss your exposed shoulder. But the contact was soon gone as Raphael grabbed you by the hips harshly before pulling, making you yelp as your position was changed. Your body slid down, your back now resting on Xavier's lap and your head leaning against the soft armrest, the sudden change making your top ruck up a bit and expose your tummy.

"Be gentle with her." Sylus scolded as you were suddenly slid out of his embrace.

"She can handle it." Raphael said with a roll of his eyes, "She's not made of glass."

"Thank you!" you said, "Finally, someone gets it."

"I'm always on your side, cutie." Raphael said, giving you a wink before hie smile turned more hungry, his fingers digging into the waistband of your shorts, "Now lets get these off of you, hmm? I need to taste you~"

You raised your hips with no protest, humming as Xavier started to pet your head, the man seemingly content with having you on his lap despite his usual jealous tendencies. But, as you expected, the others weren't as calm.

"Hey, you got to eat her out last time! It's my turn!" Caleb protested, shooting up from his seat before he grabbed Raphael by the back of his shirt and pulling him off of you and forcing him to stand. The artist hissed like a cat, batting away Caleb's hand.

"If anyone should do it, it's me." Sylus interjected, also standing upright, arms crossing over his chest, "I spent all that time training her today. I say I deserve a treat too."

"You already called dibs on stretching her out with the dildo." Raphael reminded, looking comically short compared to the other two but that did not deter him as he stood his ground, leaving you on the couch, needy. You looked over at the three arguing men, rolling your eyes at their theatrics.

"And?"

"And?" Raphael repeated like it was obvious, "You can't be greedy. That was the rule, remember?"

"Exactly, so I should be the one to eat her pussy this time." Caleb said but was immediately glared at by the other two.

"...Rock, Paper, Scissors." Raphael said, bringing his clenched hand up.

"I'm not playing a game over my right to eat out my girlfriend." Sylus proclaimed with a scoff.

"Fine, then you're disqualified." Raphel said with a flick of the wrist, dismissing Sylus, "Caleb?"

"You're on!"

"Now- hang on a second."

"Oh, so you're joining? Fine then. On three. Rock...Paper...Scissors!"

"Fuck- no wait- best of three!"

"Don't be a sore loser, Caleb. I thought you'd be used to losing by now."

"I'll show you who's a sore loser, crow boy."

"Ouch. I think that was more embarrassing for you than it was for me."

They competition was cut short as a shrill moan echoed through the room. Everyone's eyes snapped over to you only to find Zayne between your legs, the man dragging his tongue greedily from your dripping hole up to your cute clit, your shorts and panties discarded on the floor.

"Hey!" They all protested over each other, but Zayne simply shot them an icy cold glare, giving your clit a kiss before pulling away to say:

"Next time, focus more on her than each other."

Xavier couldn't help but snort, having changed positions so he was now leaning against the armrest of the couch with you sitting comfortably between his spread legs, your back in contact with his front. The position gave him a lot more freedom, especially when it came to pulling your top up so he could grope at your pretty tits~

The other three cursed under their breath but soon calmed down, their attention diverted at the pretty sight of you practically naked on the couch, being devoured by your lovers. Your face was flushed, eyebrows furrowed as your reached a hand down to thread it through Zayne's black locks, gripping onto it tightly as he ate you out.

You tossed your head back against Xavier's shoulder, your man kissing your neck as your body trembled from the pleasure. Zayne was a tease- not because he wanted to torture you- but simply because he liked to take his time. He took slow, deliberate licks of your pussy, his eyes glazed over like he was enjoying a delicious treat. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs and he made sure to keep your legs spread for him, his hot, wet tongue running up and down your slit, glasses getting a bit fogged up from the heat emanating from you. He groaned, drinking you down as he sealed his lips over your cunt and started to kiss her, lips and tongue working in tandem to make out with your pussy.

You mewled as the slobbering sound of Zayne devouring your kitty echoed through the air, your hips bucking into his mouth. You could barely focus though as Xavier ran his fingers teasingly over your nipples, his index finger drawing slow circles over your hard bud. Unlike Zayne who took things slow as he enjoyed it, Xavier took things slow to wind you up and make you cry-

A sadistic side to him that you never expected to exist.

"You're so cute, you know that?" he asked as he flicked a nipple, smiling at the way you whimpered, "My sweet honey~"

"She really is adorable like this." Raphael agreed, taking a seat beside you on the large couch that you specifically bought to accommodate multiple people, "I just want to paint your blushing face on a huge canvas, cutie."

"I'd definitely buy that." Syulus purred, standing beside Xavier as his hand gently cupped your face, "And hang it up in my bedroom so I can wake up to your slutty expression every day."

You were about to protest- say anything at all but Sylus quickly silenced you as he bent down and kissed you. You gasped against his lips, Sylus kissing you so sweetly it made your heart feel warm and your pussy gush around Zayne's face. He slipped his tongue into your mouth easily, thumb caressing your cheek even as he aggressively made out with you.

You jumped as you felt a warmth on your nipple, the familiar sensation of a bud being enveloped by something hot and wet. You didn't even need to look to know that Raphael was suckling on a nipple, the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive bud far too familiar at this point. You felt his groan against you, suckling on you like he was trying to milk you. His lips clamped around the fat of your breast, his teeth threatening to bite down as he sucked, each gulp making your toes curl. You barely processed the hardness pressing against your bare ass, Xavier letting out little grunts behind you as you unknowingly ground against him as you wiggled around from the various sensations.

You took a deep breath as Sylus eventually pulled away, a string of saliva breaking apart between your lips only for the man to gently shove two fingers inside your mouth. You looked up at him, eyes teary from the over stimulation but you were only met with dark eyes and an even darker smile, Sylus clearly loving this look on you. You sucked on his fingers obediently, his long digits gripping your tongue and exploring your mouth like it was a casual activity and the nonchalant attitude only made your pussy gush even more.

"How does she taste?" Caleb asked, having walked to the back of the couch, leaning over with his arms crossed and resting on the back as he greedily took in the sight of Zayne devouring your pussy.

"Mmph. Divine." was all the doctor said before he dove back in, making your shriek around Sylus's fingers as Zayne gently stuck his own finger inside you. It slid in easily thanks to how wet you were but you whined as it wasn't enough. You needed more. More. More!

"Let me play with her clit, come on." Caleb said and much to his enjoyment, Zayne seemed to comply. Their agreed upon rule of 'don't be greedy' was in full effect as Zayne pulled away but not before giving your pussy a deep kiss. You were grateful that your view was blocked by Sylus as you knew Zaynes face must be wet with your juices and it would be too embarrassing to see that.

Sylus bent down and kissed you again, not giving you a second to breathe which was just according to plan. Xavier grunted behind you as you body jolted from the feeling of someones rough finger swiping at your poor, sensitive clit, accidentally grinding more on Xavier's clothed erection. Caleb hummed happily as he simply reached a hand down to casually roll your clit around while Zayne slid another finger inside of you. Raphael increased the force of his suckling, the man still nursing on the same nipple while your other breast was in Xavier's hand, being pinched and pulled at mercilessly.

This was too much and yet not enough at the same time- it was killing you.

"Mmph- gonna- hah- gurk!" you gagged as Sylus pulled away just to shove his middle and ring finger back into your mouth, this time really pushing it deep and making you gag. He laughed in your face, loving that shade of red on you as he started to gently thrust his fingers in and out of your mouth in the same pace Zayne was doing to your pussy.

"She's close, boys." Sylus said, knowing what you wanted to say but everyone could tell even without you trying to announce it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Zayne curled his fingers inside you, digging around for that spongy spot that they all just loved to bully. Caleb licked his lips as he moved his fingers faster, starting to rub your clit vigorously, droplets of your slick flying all over the place and making a mess.

Zayne bit his lower lip as he found your g-spot with ease, the matching cry you let out from the impact almost making him cum in his pants. He hissed at the borderline painful erection in his pants- all the other men sporting the same bulge. Was it difficult to not whip their cocks out and use your body the way you clearly wanted them to? Yes. Absolutely. Probably the hardest (no pun intended) challenge they've ever faced in their lives.

But you were an inexperienced little thing. Their sweet, adorably baby doll and they knew that if they jumped into acts of passion where you had to deal with five men at once, they might hurt you or you might push yourself and your body to the extreme. And so they were training you until one day, one glorious day, you can comfortably handle them.

But having you whimpering, whining and so eager for them always made them second guess their decision.

"Cum for us, pipsqueak." Caleb said, hand almost a blur with his fast he was swiping over your clit repeatedly, "you've earned it."

"Such a good girl. Our good girl." Xavier panted behind you, taking a gentle nibble of your ear as his hands traced down your curved before settling at your hips, gripping down on you tightly as he started to ground his own hips against you more incessantly, "Fuck- I think i'm going to cum too..."

"So easily? Don't tell me you're a two pump chump, Xavier." Raphel teased, finally pulling away from your nipple. Your poor boob was suckled raw, your bud peeking out swollen and covered with his saliva.

"You've been touching yourself while you sucked on her tits. You're probably going to cum before I do." Xavier snapped back and you couldn't help but snicker as Raphael froze, hand on his crotch from where he was groping himself, a look in his eyes like he was caught trying to steal a cookie from the jar.

"...Shut up." the artist bit back before he sealed his lips around your nipple again. Sylus laughed at their mini argument, deciding that he'd rather everyone enjoy your moans as he gently pulled his spit covered fingers out of your mouth. You looked up at him, a sight you were getting fairly familiar with and your eyes travelled lower, down to his erection practically fighting against the front of his pants.

"Down girl." Sylus teased as you stared at his hardness, bringing a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe at his hand, "Focus on your own body."

"...I-It looked at me first." you quipped, unable to hold back your own huff of amusement at Sylus's laughter. But your huff quickly turned into a gasp as your body started to rush towards its peak. Zayne's finger's inside you- Caleb vigorously stimulating your clit- Raphael sucking on your breasts- Xavier humping you from behind- Sylus looking down at you like you were a treat he's waiting to devour-

"Cumming- ah- ah-- fuck- cumming!" You squealed, body trembling as you were pushed over the edge. You pleasure crashed into you violently, your legs shaking and thighs automatically pressing together but Caleb and Zayne worked in tandem to hold your knees apart.

"Don't fight it, pipsqueak~ Ride it out, baby."

"You deserve it, love. Such a good girl."

Your cunt squirted around their fingers, everyone cooing at you as you climaxed. Back arching, Raphel continued to mouth at your tit, only pulling back a bit so he could see your pleasure filled expression.

You sobbed as Xavier tightened his hold around you, tempering down your wiggling as he gasped behind you, his own whimpers only audible to you as he moaned against your ear softly. He jerked, biting your neck and taking in deep breaths of your scent before he gradually settled down. He must have cum as well if the slight dampness you felt under your butt was any indication.

You whined as you came down from your high, body relaxing and muscles releasing their tension. You mumbled protest as Zayne and Caleb continued to grind their hands against your cunt but they took mercy on you and pulled away gently. You felt your face get warmer at the state of their fingers, their skin pruned from how wet you were- Zayne's hand practically drenched.

But that didn't stop him from taking a long lick of his fingers, maintaining eye contact with you as he did.

Fuck- that made your pussy clench with desire.

If only they would shove those fat, aching cocks of their inside you but-

You almost started to purr as Sylus ran a hand through your hair before he started to pet you, fingers firm yet gentle on your scalp. His other hand was on his hip, a sassy pose that was a sharp contrast to how he was looking at you.

"Good job, sweetie. You okay?"

You nodded, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. But as usual, you looked around and save for Xavier and Raphael (who was doing a poor job of covering up his soiled pants) everyone was turned on and clearly desperate for something but-

"Let's get you some water." Caleb offered, straightening up before walking to the kitchen. "B-But you guys are..." you trailed off, reaching your hand out to the brunette. Caleb smiled before taking your hand in his and kissing your fingers, even nibbling on one gently, "Don't worry about us. We'll take care of it."

"But-"

"No buts." Zayne said sternly, "We need to get you cleaned up. After all of your 'training' today, I say you've earned a break."

You pouted but Sylus pinched your cheek, "The more you practice, the faster we'll be able to take things to the next stage, sweetheart. Just be patient."

"...Okay."

Xavier sighed behind you, chin propped up on your shoulder, "...I need a shower."

"Same here." Raphael said, sounding bashful as he snuggled between your tits, "How about we shower together, cutie?"

"You talking to me?" Xavier asked and Raphel clicked his tongue in irritation, making you giggle.

"A bath does sound good." you agreed, knowing full well your bathroom was big enough to accommodate everyone if need be.

"Then the three of you wash up," Sylus said as Caleb walked back with the glass of water (and just like Zayne, he insisted on feeding it to you himself) "And once you're finished- if you're up for it, of course- we can try our...other training."

Everyone jumped at that, looking at you expectedly. You gulped down the last of the water, Caleb tickling you under the chin before you nodded:

"Sounds like a plan."

~~~~~

[verstappen-cult]

OBSESSED, M. VERSTAPPEN.

✶ SUMMARY. You’ve always been a little bit obsessed with your boyfriend. Especially with his thighs.

Or, 2 times Max catches you looking at his thighs + 1 time you do something about it.

content warnings ✶ disclaimers. fem!reader. max’s thighs. blowjobs. biting. pegging. english is not my first language.

GWEN RAMBLES — this was requested a while ago and just now had the inspo and the time to write it. i’m sorry to the person who asked for this but also big thanks because i’ve also been obsessed with max’s thighs ever since i saw pics of him in those tiny shorts. hopefully we’ll get to see more of that during this summer break. prayer circle, my house at 10pm. 🤞🏼

#1

It’s a very hot summer day and you’re spending it out at sea on Max’s yacht with some of your friends.

And Max is wearing the shortest shorts ever known to man, while also parading himself around the yacht with a gin and tonic in hand.

He’s drunk. You see it in the way he laughs at Daniel’s joke, overly excited and almost doubling down in a hysterical laugh – Max always laughs at whatever comes out of Daniel’s mouth, but when he’s drunk it’s definitely worse – and how he has to grab onto the railing to keep his balance.

His glass is empty, so he excuses himself to go pour some more of his favorite drink. But then he sees you watching him and a big smile breaks out on his face.

“Hey, baby.” He says plopping down next to you, the couch is so comfy that you’ve find yourself dozing off a few times. But the heat has made it impossible for you to catch your sleep. “What are you doing here all alone, pretty girl?”

Oh, yes. He also likes to call you all the petnames in the world when he’s drunk.

You scoff, brushing a strand of hair out of his sweaty forehead. “Jus’ watching you flirt with Daniel.”

“I was not!” He moves away, crossing his arms over his chest like a scolded child.

It is in that exact moment that your gaze is drawn to his legs. His shorts have gone up a little too much, revealing the pale skin of his thick thighs.

Your mouth waters at the sight.

Images of those thighs wrapped around your waist as you fu—

“What you looking at?” Max’s tone is teasing, a smirk dancing on his lips. He knows exactly what you’re looking at.

Your eyes snap up to his, heat going up your chest all the way to your face.

“Oh, shut up.” You bite back, forcing yourself to look away. You raise your own glass of gin and tonic to your lips just to have something to do.

Max keeps on looking at you, you can feel his blue eyes boring holes in the side of your face.

Eventually, he stands up. Right in front of you, so you have no other option than to look at him.

"See something you like?" He asks, chewing on his bottom lip.

You're about to open your mouth to say something witty when he just simply turns around and goes back to the rest of the group.

If your eyes remained fixed on his ass, nobody needs to know that.

#2

Max is training on the terrace. It's a chilly day in Monaco, so he decided to skip going to the gym and, instead, to do his daily training at home.

On one side it's good because he just got back from Italy and you've missed him. You want to spend as much time as you can with him before he needs to travel to the next country.

But on the other side, it’s torture.

You were enjoying a really good book you picked up last week, an orange juice by your side on the lounge chair when he decided it was a good idea to start training mere feet away from you in those stupid shorts of his.

Now you’re trying to make out the words in the page as he sits at the other side of the terrace, legs spread and feet planted on the floor as he does some lifting. His hair is long, so a few strands of hair fall over his eyes.

Your gaze is set in the way the muscle of his thigh tenses as he lifts the weights, then relaxing again while a groan falls from his lips. He repeats the action again. And again.

By the fourth time, you feel overwhelmed and short of breath.

"You've been reading the same page for a while now. Is it that good?" There's a glint of amusement in his eyes and a smirk gracing his lips.

"Uh?" You ask dumbly, swallowing the lump in your throat.

All the blood in your body flows to your face as thoughts of feeling his thighs tensing under your hands while doing something completely different flood your mind.

"You can at least pretend," He snorts, setting the weights aside.

Max grabs a towel to wipe the sweat off his face, his other hand brushing through his hair.

He's so unfairly hot.

You need to cool down. You need to do something.

+1

You successfully avoided your boyfriend the rest of the morning, deciding instead to go to your room to actually read the book. Being as far away as possible from him is what you needed. It’s not fair he looks so good lifting weights.

That was until Max came into the room announcing he was going to take a shower. You didn’t even raised your head, you just kept reading.

But then he emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing more than his boxers.

If you were having a hard time with his shorts before, it is so much worse now. You don’t even know how he put them on, his thighs are one second away from ripping them into pieces.

“Stop ogling me.” He’s drying his hair with a towel, drops of water falling down his naked chest.

You pout, leaving your book aside. You know you will not be reading any more pages today, not while he’s standing there like a sweet waiting to be devoured. “It’s not my fault you have such huge thighs.”

“Thanks, I guess?”

“Don’t be like that,” You get out of bed, walking to him. “I know you like it when I thirst over you.”

“Yes. Because I love being perceived as nothing more than a sex symbol.” Max takes one of his hundreds Red Bull shirts out of the closet, but before he has time to put it on, you throw it across the room.

Max’s complaint dies in his throat when he sees the hunger in your eyes.

“Admit that you like it.” You plant your hands on his chest, pushing him backwards until his back is against the wall.

The towel falls from his hands and he swallows with a barely perceptible nod of his head.

You shake your head, grabbing a pillow from the bed and throwing it in front of him. “No, I want you to say it.” You maintain eye contact as you fall down on your knees, it’s almost funny the way his eyes widen.

His jaw goes slack when he feels your hands on the waistband of his underwear.

“Yes,” He sighs, closing his eyes tightly. “I like it.”

You coo, placing a hand over your heart. “See?” You feign pitying him. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Max whines when you finally pull his boxers down, his already growing cock springing free.

“I don’t know,” He breathes out, looking down at you. “what you like about my thighs so much.”

You have to laugh, a finger moving up and down his left thigh. “What do you mean? Haven’t you look at how,” You grab his thighs, fingers sinking into the muscled flesh. “thick they are? You have no idea how much I want to bite them.”

“Do it.” The words are out of his mouth before he has time to think about it. Not that he doesn’t want you to do it, it’s that if he thinks too much about it he might lose his mind.

You look into his eyes, so blue and deep as the sea, before looking at what you have right in front of you.

The object of your most recent fantasies.

Max takes a sharp intake of breath as you lean in, but instead of immediately biting into the flesh, you run your tongue from the bottom all the way to the top, stopping right before you reach his pelvis. His cock twitching at having your mouth so close.

"Think of how pretty these would look with my teeth marks." Max groans, fisting his hands by his sides. "You should definitely use those tiny shorts now to show everyone what you let me do."

Max can't say anything, his mind going fuzzy at the edges already. He feels like his whole body is on fire.

You keep running your tongue over his left thigh, occasionally sucking a mark. Only when you're pleased with your work, you move to the other one.

"Plea—" A moan gets ripped from his throat when you sink your teeth into his thigh, your hand brushing against his cock. The second time you do it, Max thrust his hips up at nothing.

"So fucking perfect." You moan seeing the final result. "I can't believe you're letting me mark you."

Max is about to reply when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

"Oh, fuck!"

With the help of your hand you start stroking what doesn't fit in your mouth, the taste and how big it feels against your tongue making you moan.

Max tangles his fingers in your hair. His vision going blurry as you twirl your tongue around the tip of his cock and, without warning, taking as much as you can in your mouth until your nose touches his pelvis. You have to stop yourself for a few seconds to breathe through your nose, before pulling back until only the head is in your mouth. Slowly, and lifting your gaze up to his, you start bobbing up and down, hollowing your cheeks.

Max's moans and pants fill the room, mixing with the slurping sounds of your mouth and tongue working on his shaft.

You drag your teeth along the sides of his cock, and Max hisses in response. "Fuck, do it again." And you do it, pulling an obscene sound from him.

When Max looks down, he finds the hand that's not on his thigh, feeling the muscles tensing under it, between your legs, moving in circles against your clit.

Max thrusts his hips up, not being able to hold back, and immediately regrets it when he hears you cough. But then you’re pull off him, a grin on your face as you wipe the saliva with the back of your hand.

"Do it again."

That's the only thing you say before taking him deeper into your throat.

Max pulls lightly on your scalp, and you moan around him. It makes him do it again as he start thrusting his hips into your mouth, the gagging sounds almost enough to send him over the edge.

"Fuck, look at you. So pretty with your mouth full of my cock."

You moan and squeeze his thighs, hearing his breathing get more ragged lets you know how close he is to his release.

So, you pull off him.

Max groans at not feeling the warmth of your mouth around him anymore. He was so close to spilling down you throat.

"On the bed." Your throat is sore and are in need of a glass of water. But it can wait.

It takes him a moment to process your words, but then he's moving and climbing into the bed.

You stand up, your knees hurting despite having the pillow underneath, and open the special drawer you two have in the closet.

Max's gasps makes you chuckle.

You take out Max's favorite harness and one of your favorite dildos. It's a little smaller than Max's huge cock. Just a little bit.

You leave it by Max's side as you climb on top of him. "Spread your legs." He does it, getting comfortable against the pillows. "More." You help him by bending his right knee, feet planted on the mattress.

You take your sweatpants and underwear off, before leaning over to grab some lube from the nightstand.

Max's blue eyes glaze over. You straddle his left thigh, a soft moan falls from your mouth when your cunt makes contact with his skin, and he flexes his thigh.

"You—," He groans, tilting his head back against the pillows. "You're already soaking my thigh." He says in a gasp, his hand finding your hip and helping you move against him. "Got turned on by sucking my cock, uh?" He teases you and all you can do is nod, at a loss of words, your clit dragging against his muscled thigh making you whimper.

You're overwhelmed by the pleasure, only able to moan his name over and over, and over again. Your eyelids fluttering shut when you grind just right against him.

But you have a plan, so without pausing the drag of your pussy, you grab the lube, popping the cap and coating two fingers.

Max looks intently as you warm your fingers before guiding them to where he needs you the most. He instinctively spreads his legs some more, giving you enough space.

Your cling onto Max's arm on your hip to keep moving against his thigh as you slip your index finger into the tight heat of Max's hole.

Max moans loudly. He doesn't know where to look, if at you bouncing on his thigh or at where your finger disappears inside of him.

"More," He grits his teeth on a whimper, closing his eyes for a second. "Please."

And who are you to say no? You slide your finger all the way in, pumping slowly until you have him moaning for more; so you add a second finger, scissoring them to open him up.

Your legs begin to shake, forcing Max to help you by tensing his muscles which makes it easier to grind against him. The angle is a little weird, but neither of you seem to care.

Max's hips thrust up to meet your fingers, which are now hitting his prostate on every stroke. He's out of breath, pre-cum pooling on his lower belly, and throws his head back, clenching around your fingers.

Seeing him so desperate only spurs you on.

Your climax takes you by surprise. White-hot pleasure erupts behind your eyelids with a broken moan. His name, Max, Max, Max echoing in the room. Head thrown back in pure ecstasy.

It takes you a moment to go back to yourself and when you do, Max has a desperate look on his face, jaw slack and eyebrows furrowed.

"You're so unfairly hot." Finally letting him know your thoughts from earlier. "You okay, baby?" You ask, teasingly. Moving your fingers slowly, staring intently down at his face.

"More." He cries out.

"You're doing so good for me, Max." You praise him, fucking your fingers in harder, making him moan louder. You love to make him moan like this.

When Max starts babbling, you know he's getting close. So, you pull your fingers out. He's shivers slightly, feeling desperate at being so close to his orgasm again but not being able to reach for it.

While Max is busy trying to control his breathing, you grab the harness to lube up the toy.

Max groans desperately when he feels you between his spread legs, the head of the dildo sliding easily into his hole.

You stare intently down at him and he grabs your hips to help you slide all the way in until your hips are pressed up against his ass. You place your hands on his thighs, and he immediately wraps them around your waist with enough force to keep you still, not letting you move.

You stare into each other's eyes, and then you're meeting halfway in a hungry and messy kiss. You feel like you can't breathe and need him to survive, and for the way he licks into your mouth you know he feels the same.

When you pull away, he nods at you to continue. You grip his hips, setting a brutal pace that has him groaning and fisting the sheets.

Max whines and squeezes his eyes shut, feeling you so deep it’s almost sucking the air out of him.

"Does it feel good?" You pant, fucking harder. The slapping of your skin against his so obscene it makes your cunt clench around nothing.

It's good, it's incredible even. But he needs more, he needs—

"I want to ride you."

Your brain buzzes, his words echoing in your head. "Yeah?" You slow down, biting your lip when you find his eyes, blue completely swallowed by black.

He helps you pull out and sit against the headboard, and you can't tear your eyes away from his bruised thighs, the love bites and teeth marked a reminder of your obsession with that specific part of him.

Max pushes himself up on his knees and straddles you, hovering over your cock. He maintains eye contact as he wraps his hands around it and slowly lowers himself.

His thighs clench as he feels the tip breaching his ring of muscles. It feels tighter, even though you've been inside of him moments ago. He manages to sink down completely, hissing at feeling so full.

"Just—give me a second." He whispers, one of his hands holding onto your shoulder.

Max lifts himself up, your cock almost slipping out, only the tip still inside, before letting himself fall down. He keeps that rhythm for a few minutes, adjusting to the feeling of you inside of him.

When he starts bouncing on your cock with a little more force, you start to thrust your hips up to meet him, ripping moan after moan from his throat.

"You feel so, shit, so good." He sighs, leaning in to connect your lips.

You moan into each other's mouths, your cock hitting that particular spot inside of him.

Max breaks the kiss and places his hands on your legs behind him, bracing himself as he rolls his hips, the new angle making his mind shut down completely.

"Good boy," You praise him, gaze flicking from his leaking cock to his bruised thighs clenching every time he pushes himself up. "Taking my cock so well. Look at you, so pretty."

You know you hit his prostate when he sobs, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

His movements become sloppy, his thighs clenching with more force as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm.

A few more thrust with your fingers digging into his hips, and he's shooting a huge load of his cum across his stomach and even chest. He sees stars behind his eyes, his climax so intense he feels like passing out. He keeps on riding you through his orgasm, letting his head fall forward against your forehead. He only stops when starts to feel overstimulated.

Both of you stay silent for a few moments, trying to catch your breath. Only when Max feels like he's not going to pass out, he opens his eyes to see you already looking at him, a soft smile on your lips.

He kisses you softly. "So, what about my thighs? Really, I need to know because it's a little weird."

You huff, rolling your eyes. "It's not weird."

Max laughs, cupping your cheek. "Of course not."

"It is not!" You say indignantly, your thumbs drawing patterns on his hips. "It's like you being obsessed with my tits. I don't tell you it's weird."

"I have teeth marks all over my thighs. I won't be able to wear shorts for weeks."

"I didn't hear you complaining when I was on my knees." You shrug as Max gests comfortable on top of you, the toy still sitting inside of him.

"Shut up, you weirdo." He jokes.

"You love me."

He looks at you, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. "I do."

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[dinoandguitar]

Impromptu cuddles

Boyfriend!BangChan x GN!Reader

Pure fluff!

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You hesitated outside the studio door, balancing a takeout bag in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. It was almost 2 AM, and you knew Bang Chan was still inside, probably running on nothing but caffeine and sheer determination. With a soft sigh, you nudged the door open.

He was exactly as you expected-hunched over his laptop, headphones on, eyes glued to the screen. The glow from the monitors cast sharp shadows across his tired face, his hoodie slightly askew from hours of absentmindedly pushing his hair back.

"Chan,” you called softly, setting the food on the table.

He blinked, pulling his headphones down and turning to you with wide eyes. “What are you doing here?” You raised an eyebrow. “Bringing you something to eat before you turn into a zombie.”

A slow, grateful smile stretched across his face as he pushed back from the desk. “You didn’t have to…”

“I did,” you cut in, crossing your arms. “Now eat.”

He chuckled but didn’t argue, unwrapping the food and taking a bite. You watched as his shoulders visibly relaxed, tension melting away with each mouthful. “Thank you,” he murmured after a while, glancing at you with soft eyes. “You always take care of me.”You shrugged, feeling warmth creep up your neck. “Someone has to.”

He finished eating, then stretched with a sigh. “Okay, maybe a five-minute break won’t hurt…” His gaze flickered to the couch in the corner of the room, then back to you. “Stay with me for a bit?” You hesitated, knowing how easy it was to lose track of time with him, but the exhaustion in his voice made your decision for you. “Alright, but just for a little while.”

He didn’t waste time pulling you onto the couch, tucking you under his arm as he settled against the cushions. The warmth of his body, the steady sound of his heartbeat, and the soft hum of music from his speakers made it impossible to resist sleep.

“You’re comfy,” you murmured drowsily.

Chan chuckled, his breath ruffling your hair. “And you’re warm.”

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t awkward-it was comforting. As your eyelids drooped, you felt him press a lingering kiss to the top of your head.

“Stay as long as you want,” he whispered. And with the way his arms tightened around you, it was clear he didn’t want you to leave at all.

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[bookishdreamer28]

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓'𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 ❣

Happy new Year everyone! May this new year bring new goals, new achievements, health, happiness and a lot if inspiration to your life!!

And here's my poly!marauders x reader fic! I had no idea what to write or what was going to be the plot in this one, but since it's new year, I thought of writing something sweet and a bit funny to match the vibe! Hope you'll like it, cause I'll post more fics with these boys ^3^

"Oh, she fell asleep?!" Sirius approached your sleeping form on the comfy couch of your dorm room, and kneeled down next to Remus, which he softly brushed your soft hair through his long fingers.

"Yeah..." Remus replied in a dazed look, as he continued keeping his eyes on you. You didn't even had to do anything and he was already hypnotized by you.

"But it's already 23:30! I was waiting for my new year's kiss!" Sirius all pouty, crossed his arms over his strong chest and James laighed lightly at how childish Sirius could be at times. These boys were just obsessed with you. You are their precious little thing and they can't ever get a minute without wanting your love and affection. Just like you do too with them.

"Sshh! Don't you dare wake her up guys or else I'll punch your guts." He said sternly at them and the instantly turned to you again when he heard a soft whimper. When he made sure that you were still asleep, he got up slowly from his crouched position next to your sleeping form, and went to bring your favorite fuzzy blanket to cover your body.

"She's really something else huh?" James said adoringly as he watched you.

"Our precious little thing." Sirius kissed your forehead and held your hand in his, caressing it gently. Remus came back again and covered you with the blanket.

"Can't believe it's been already a year since we met her. It feels like i was just...supposed to happen, you know? We were meant to be together." Sirius continued and Remus smile softly at his boyfriend's words, placing a kiss on the raven haired boy's lips.

James joined them and all three were there with you, like a strong shield to protect you even in your sleep. Sirius placed a comforting arm around Remus shoulder.

Suddenly your body moved making the boys stop talking.

"Look what you've done! You've woken her up!" He furiously told them and he then changed his angry look into a softer one when his eyes fell on you again.

"But we didn't-"

"Sh."

"Oh don't shush me-"

A groan left from your lips.

"Sweetheart? Are you ok?" His voice low and soft, trying not to scare you in your sleepy state with loud noises. When you didn't replied, Remus got nervous. He knew he was overreacting again, but the nonstop scenarios in his head could calm his nerves.

He shook slightly your body, not caring about ruining your sleep now, since his only concern was to see your beautiful eyes open.

"Remus, just a minute ago you were about to chop our heads off for waking her up! Don't tell me that you start maling scenarios that something is wrong because as you can clearly see she's fine! She probably got a bit tired-" He tried to push his hand away from your shoulder but then a sudden movement caught him off guard as he almost lost his balance.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Your head knocked on Sirius forehead and you both groaned at the impact.

"My goodness you're ok?!" James approached you, with a worried look on his face. You looked up at Sirius touching his forehead and instantly climbed on his lap. His arm instinctively wrapped around your waist and held you.

"I'm so sorry Sirius. I thought-"

"I'm ok pretty baby don't worry about me. Are you ok though?" His fingers traced on your forehead to see if there was a pump forming.

"I'm fine." You chuckled and the sound was like a music to his ears. Not being able to resist, he cradled your face and kissed you like you were the oxygen he so desperately needed.

"Did you have wine before us or something?" James teased and you rolled your eyes at him, which made him pinch your cheek in return softly.

"No! I just felt a bit tired." You yawned and Sirius let you lay your head on his chest, as he placed one hand on the side of your face to keep you close to him.

"Remus? What is it?" James voice broke you from daydreaming with Sirius and turned to look at him. Hsi hand was on his chest and you instantly got up from Sirius lap and went to his side.

"Remi what-"

"Can you please stop scaring me like this?!"

"But i didn't-"

"You'll sleep on my bed tonight."

"Hey she'll sleep on mine tonight!" Sirius angrily said but James pushed him to the side.

"Nope it's me. She's sleeping on mine."

"What I say goes. She'll sleep on mine and that's final." Remus placed you on his legs and hugged your waist tightly. You laughed at how ridiculous he sounded but he pinched the soft skin of your thighs slightly making you flinch and glare at him playfully.

"Stupid dorm rooms having so many beds." Sirius murmured but instead of arguing more, he laid his head on your thighs, placing a kiss on them.

"Remi there's no need to be this dram-"

"Don't make me repeat myself baby." He breathed against your neck, making you squirm in your seat, pulsating with need for more affection.

James sat next you, ans held your hand in his giving it a small lingering kiss.

"I think it's my turn to kiss you now." He mumbled against your lips and you sighed at how perfect felt against yours. Too busy kissing and hugging your boys, you didn't notice how it was already midnight. But that was until the noise of the fireworks outside the room's window could be heard, making you all stood up to take a better look at the magnificent sigh of colorful lights filling the sky.

"Happy New Year my loves!" You happily said as you all shared more hugs and kisses. But in the moment of exchanging wishes and love words, Sirius grabbed your hand and pulled along his side to his bed.

"Sirius what-" the other two boys had now a frown on their faces, and you tried to hold back a laugh.

"Nah ah. She's all mine now." He said and laid you ont top of him making you yelp, as Remus and James rushed in to "save" you. It was all perfect.

[sunskisser]

hola!! can i request a remus imagine where you’re in their friend group at hogwarts and remus has a huge crush on you and james and sirius are constantly teasing him about it in front of you and you’re just all confused and then remus finally breaks and tells you how he feels? only if ya want! thank you love!

thank you for your request <33

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tw: fluff

remus lupin x reader

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” James smirks as you stomp down the stairs of the common room and collapse into the couch.

A loud sigh escapes you as you throw your head back dramatically. “Mary’s just gone out with her new boyfriend!”

“So?”

“Lily and Marls aren’t here either,” you pout, turning your head to face him on the other end of the sofa. “Who’s gonna paint my nails for me?”

Sirius grins at you from where his head rests on James’ lap, feet pressing into the side of your thigh. “Don’t you worry, babe. Moony is so ready to help you with it.”

Remus looks up from his book, a crease between his eyebrows and pink dusting his cheeks. “No, I’m not.”

He regrets saying the words as soon as he sees the smile leave your face. You turn to him, looking as though you were a puppy he’d just kicked to the curb. “You’re not?”

Your soft voice seems to have cast a spell on him, weaving its way into his heart and pulling words out his lips before he even had time to think. 

“I – I mean, I am. Of course I am. I’d love to paint your nails for you,” he blurts out immediately, words stumbling over one another. His cheeks turn a shade of red only you seem to be colourblind to, the heat rushing to the tips of his ears.

Your face lights up with a beam, and he knows in that moment that he’d do anything to make sure that smile never left your lips.

You move to sit in front of him on the ground, soft knees bumping against his torn, tattered ones. A slight wave of embarrassment comes over him, immediately leaving to make way for butterflies when you casually flatten your palm on his thigh to balance yourself.

He makes a fold in the corner of the page before setting his book aside. You hand him a bottle of nail polish, pulling your knees up to your chest as you get comfy on the plush rug.

“Do you like the colour?” you ask hopefully as his eyebrows scrunch up in concentration, preoccupied with twisting the cap open. “It’s brown with golden sparkles, just like your eyes, you know?”

“Huh?” he looks up at you dazedly and abandons his efforts of opening the bottle, feeling his heart stop.

“Yeah,” you smile casually, like you hadn’t just told him that you chose to paint your nails the colour of his eyes. “You’ve got these really deep, dark brown eyes, and in the sunlight they’ve got pretty golden flecks. I think it makes you look quite like an angel.”

There’s a loud whistle instantaneously audible from the other side of the room just as Remus murmurs a soft, “Oh.” He didn’t think he could like you any more than he already did. But you had just told him he resembled an angel, in that honeyed voice with those bright eyes – who could blame him for falling into the abyss of love?

It had always been difficult for Remus to see you as just a friend, someone on the same level of familiarity as Sirius or James. Because truth be told, he would let you do to him whatever you pleased – yet he wouldn’t trust the boys around him even in his sleep. But these days it was downright impossible not to feel his heart throb for you, like his body was hardwired to love you. Like it was fated for him to fall for you.

He tears his eyes away from you to find the source of the repeated, screechy cheers with a look that could shoot daggers.

Sirius had his fingers to his mouth, wearing a grin and a pair of wiggling eyebrows. “Way to go, Y/N!” he cheered as he nudged his best friend, who was clapping as though he’d just witnessed a circus.

“Will you shut up? James, get him to shut up,” Remus hisses with no real venom in his voice, glaring at the pair who were now making kissy faces and lewd smooching sounds.

He turns back toward you to find your pretty face dampened by a small frown. You’re eyeing your friends suspiciously, bottom lip pulled between your teeth. 

“What’s going on? Are you guys okay?”

“Are we okay?” James snorts, like you just said something blatantly hilarious. “You should be asking Moony that, sweetpea.”

As you open your mouth to argue that Remus was, in fact, perfectly fine, you feel slender fingers tugging gently on your own. 

You turn to your right to find the scarred boy staring down at the carpet with an almost perplexed look on his face, like there was a burden resting on the tip of his tongue but he was trying to swallow it down. He clears his throat once and lifts his gaze to Sirius and James, who immediately quieten at the burn of his glare.

You open your mouth to question Remus but he beats you to it, turning toward you expectantly. The look in his eyes softens into something more delicate, something reserved just for you.

“Actually,” he swallows as he unconsciously begins to drum his fingers on your wrist, “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

You arch an eyebrow, head tilted adorably in confusion. “Okay, what is it?”

He sucks in a shallow breath.

“You’re not gonna like it.”

“Just spit it out, Rem.”

Remus blows out a wisp of air, heart feeling close to explosion – from nerves or affection, he couldn’t be sure. “Fine, I…” He sighs and purses his lips, running a hand through his curls haphazardly. 

You couldn’t help but think that Sirius and James were being astoundingly quiet, big eyes unashamedly staring from where they were perched on the edge of the couch.

“Remus,” you mutter impatiently. “If you don’t say it right now, I’ll –”

“Okay! Okay, okay,” he mutters, hands going up in surrender as his eyes dart to the ground. “I… I like you.”

You blink. “And…?”

“No, like –” he runs a hand down his face frustratedly, which was getting pinker by the second. “I like you, you know? Like not just like, but like like, like –”

“Remus,” you breathe softly, cutting him off. He looks up to find you smiling. Really smiling, like one of those beams which could light up the whole town. His heart was going to explode, and it was all your fault.

“Yeah?” he whispers back before he could stop himself, sucking in a shaky breath.

“Me too,” your smile widens. It feels like you just lifted the world off his shoulders and kissed his worries away. “I like you too. A lot, actually.”

Like they’d been summoned, your friends begin to shriek raucously until you flip them off and mouth at them to zip their mouths. If they noticed how the smile on your lips never faded, they weren’t going to say anything about it.

Remus grins almost smugly, but his shyness is still obvious in the way his mouth forms several different shapes before he settles on, “Let me take you out to coffee,” like you hadn’t gone out together a million other times before.

You pretended to think about it, but eventually agreed. Remus felt like the luckiest man in the world.

He felt even luckier when he held your hand up to his face to compare the colour of your nails to that of his eyes, and you leaned in to sneak a kiss to his cheek.

[pieandflannel]

౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ migraine magnet

pairing: older!dean winchester x fem!reader

summary: dean takes care of you when you have a migraine.

cw: fluff.ᐟ age gap.ᐟ pre-established relationship [dating].ᐟ soft dom dean.ᐟ reader suffers migraines regularly.ᐟ

word count: 424

julia yaps: i just wish older!dean could take care of me when i get my migraines, wrote this while having one so apologies for any mistakes.

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“dean i’m fine it’s just a little migraine” you said right before bumping your hip into the corner of the table, losing your balance but managing to regain it before tripping over.

dean sighed, standing behind you in case he needed to catch you, he knew you were a stubborn little thing that didn’t wanna ‘be a burden’ to anyone. which you were not, he told you that over and over again but clearly the soft approach didn’t work with you in this particular situation.

“sit down” he commanded.

“seriously babe im okay i-“ you tried to protest but your boyfriend cuts in.

“i wasn’t asking sweetheart” his tone leaving no place for a ‘but’. you look at him with puppy eyes as he pulled out a chair for you.

“now sit your pretty little ass down before you hurt yourself” dean knew that his dominant side was a serious weakness of yours and he wasn’t afraid to use it, and not only in the bedroom.

you sat down with that typical little pout of yours, which always melted the forty-two year old hunter’s heart. dean’s hand gently petting your head, a little gesture of love that you couldn’t get enough of. you closed your eyes, enjoying his touch.

he always loved your casual look, wearing comfy clothing, your hair in a messy bun, no makeup. to him you were always beautiful even without trying, even when you were crying or exhausted. “my pretty girl” he spoke with a prideful smile, his compliments never failing to put a smile on your face.

“want me to make you tea?” dean’s voice soft and warm as he offered, his thumb caressing your cheek, his emerald eyes on you.

you nod slightly with a tiny smile, you felt your migraine getting gradually worse due to the lights in the room so you kept your eyes shut.

dean didn’t fail to notice it, after all you regularly got migraines so at this point he knew the dos and don’ts. bright lights, loud noises and intense smells being the main nopes.

he turned down the main lights in the room, dimming them enough for you to be able to open your eyes without squinting. “better?” he gave you a soft smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

you opened your eyes and nodded with a weak smile. “thank you” you said softly.

“you stay here and i’ll get you some tea and painkillers, alright?” dean spoke, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead before disappearing into the kitchen.

thank you so much for reading! feedback and reblogs are always deeply appreciated <3

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[natalianovnas]

༄ `. 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒

based off this request ! hope you like it, anon :) also, read office hours first if you haven't already so you can understand this one a bit better.

genre : proffesor x student au

warnings : smut, strap-on sex, desk sex, rough teasing, slight dom!nat, semi-public risk, reader being a tease, natasha loosing patience.

words count : 0.7k || masterlist

All day, you'd been testing her.

First, it was the skirt. Short, way too short for your teacher's liking, barely covering anything when you sat down, legs crossed like you were trying to keep a secret.

Natasha hadn't looked at you once while lecturing —not directly, at least— but you caught the slight twitch in her jaw when you shifted in your seat.

Then came the texts.

Y/N :

do you wanna know what i'm not wearing under this? Key word : it starts with a 'P' 12:17pm.

She'd checked her phone, thinking it might've been some colleague or a work related matter but no, it was just you.

She wouldn't reply, you knew that, but you still kept going.

YN :

your chair looks really comfy. i bet it'd creak real pretty if you fucked me in it. 12:19pm.

YN :

how about i start moaning your name right now? 12:22pm.

Her response only came after class, though.

"Miss Y/L/N, you may stay behind."

No one blinked. To them, it was just a professor needing a word with a student, nothing too bad.

Oh, only if they knew.

It wasn't a question, no. She wasn't giving you the choice but letting you know that you had to stay behind. And who were you to disobey.

The second the door locks behind the last student, she speaks up.

"Desk."

You blink, heart thudding in your chest. In your mind, you'd imagined having time to dirty talk her a little more, confidence boost matters, before actually having her to lash out but things surely weren't in your favor.

"Natasha—"

"The desk. Now."

You only shut your mouth close at her imposing tone and start backing toward the said desk.

"You thought that was funy?" She asks, stepping toward you slowly, deliberately. "Distracting me during lecture like some needy little brat?"

You had already reached the desk and had sat down, palms sat on top of it from behind you for balance. "Worked, didn't it?"

She doesn’t reply and just pulls open her drawer, takes something out : a strap — black, sleek, unmistakable. Your breath hitches.

“You wanted attention.” She steps between your legs. “You got it.”

You try to reach for her, but she flips your skirt up in one sharp move. No panties, just like you’d hinted.

“Unbelievable,” She mutters, dragging the toy up between your folds, already soaked. “Coming to my class like this? I should’ve bent you over the desk right then.”

Your thighs tense.

“But this’ll do.”

She lifts you with startling ease, setting you down facing her, straddling the chair she’s sat in all semester. Her strap is firm and thick between your thighs, and your breath stutters when she guides you down onto it.

“Ride it.”

You grip her shoulders instinctively, gasping as she fills you. She hisses through her teeth, hands on your hips.

“That’s it,” She says, low. “You want to tease? Then show me what that mouth can’t say in front of the others.”

You move slowly at first, whimpering at the stretch, the pressure. Her hands drag your hips up and down, the slide slick, your skirt bouncing with every thrust. Her eyes never leave you — they burn right through.

Soon, the pace builds. Your nails dig into her. Her strap hits deep, perfectly, again and again.

“N-Natasha,” You moan, loud.

Too loud.

She snaps a hand over your mouth, fingers spread across your lips.

“Quiet,” She breathes. “Unless you want them to hear.”

Your eyes flutter. You moan against her palm, hips grinding harder. Her own breathing breaks a little. Your skirt rides higher, completely forgotten.

You bounce on her lap, wet, aching and completely at her mercy. She shifts, angling just right, making your whole body jerks.

“Oh, fuck—” It’s muffled. Her hand holds tighter.

“Louder than I expected,” She whispers near your ear, smug and strained. “You were so cocky. Thought you’d stay composed, hmm? Thought you’d drive me wild, and I’d just take it?”

You whine desperately against her hand.

“Look at you now. So fucked out, you can barely stay upright.”

Her free hand slips between you — finding your clit, rubbing sharp, fast circles.

You cry out into her palm, body trembling. It’s too much but, no, she doesn’t stop.

“Come on, then,” she growls. “Come for me and then maybe, maybe, I’ll let you walk out of here.”

You fall apart fast — moaning, shaking, collapsing against her. Your thighs twitch as she holds you through it, slowing her touch but never quite letting go.

She finally lowers her hand from your mouth.

You’re panting.

“Still think you’re in charge?” She murmurs.

You don’t answer. You can’t. You’re still clinging to her like she’s the only thing keeping you upright.

“Mm.” She smirks. “Didn’t think so.”

It's almost unfair how smug & pleased with herself she seems to be right now but at least, you got what you wanted.

[ronearoundblindly]

hi :) idk if you’re open to writing right now, but if you are up to it, can you write something about any of steve and avenger/agent reader’s friends teasing the reader by getting her a pillow with steve’s face on it? everyone’s been teasing that they just get together already bc they’re super close, but they’re so shy lololol.

anyway, like steve walks in on her taking a nap either hugging the pillow or sleeping on it? thank u :,)

I fudged the setup a little, but I hope you still like it!

Warnings only for one mention of 'a**,' kissing, and some implied fantasizing, very vague. WC <2k...maybe, also not my greatest editing because there was none 🤫

Crash Closet, a Steve Rogers x agent!reader ficlet

It all started when a quinjet had to be emptied out in a hurry, and a bunch of jumpseats got shoved in a store room off the hangar bay.

They're seats, so people sat on them, laid across them, got comfy.

They brought in other pillows and blankets even after the seats themselves were reloaded in the jet. The purpose of the closet was established by then. No going back.

Since most of the time someone is trying to sleep, the lights are mainly off. The entire floor is littered with cushions of all textures, shapes, and sizes.

It's (going to be) glorious. All Steve can think about is falling face-first into the fluffy mess, but he can't get there yet. He regrets being himself today (tonight? what time is it?) because he had to be helpful, he had to supervise the off-loading of recovered weaponry, he had to do the full debriefing just to assure the newer agents that they handled themselves well.

Specifically, he was hoping to assure you, but he lost track of you somewhere between the containment lockers and labs an hour ago.

When Steve stops Nat and Sam outside the conference room to ask where you are, Natasha lets that too-friendly smile shine through and shrugs.

"Sent her to the crash closet," Sam offers. "Your girl looked rough--"

"She's not 'my girl," Steve quickly corrects while being ignored.

"--but I would too if I pulled my weight, and Perry's, and Cahill's."

"Real star power, that one." Nat taps the symbol in the middle of Steve's chest with sly smugness.

She's fishing, as she does repeatedly most days, and like most days, Steve's not falling for it.

"I'll...I'll let her sleep it off then."

Of course. Of course, you're already in the one place he wants to be. It's the chicken and the egg parable: if the comfortable room is where you usually crash, does Steve go to the room because it's comfortable or because you in the room makes it comfortable?

"Huh..." Sam scratches his head for a moment before turning to Nat. "Did you check her for a concussion? I plum forgot to have her eval-ed once we landed." He meets Steve's eye with admirably fake innocence. "She took that hit for Jeff Cahill, you know."

Steve blinks, looking back and forth between his extremely meddling friends.

Sam makes a good point. Steve should be helpful and check on you, just to be safe.

He carefully says goodnight while avoiding more suggestive jeering--not because he's fast enough to be out of earshot but because Steve refuses to listen.

He's sick of hearing it. He's sick of how he's acting even, but he can't seem to go any farther or do any more with you than he already does.

Steve loves your presence because his mind goes blank. He can relax around you. He can settle, mentally, which is problematic because his mind is blank and saying he can "settle with you" sends a thoroughly wrong message.

Most people make Steve Rogers feel he needs to be someone: a hero, a soldier, a symbol, and it's exhausting since Steve does try to live up to expectations as realistically as he can. You, however, have never made him feel there's some nebulous thing he need to live up to. You were respectful, polite, and kind, with light-hearted humor and mission seriousness in due balance.

You're refreshing. Of course Steve gravitates towards the refreshing.

Shoot.

He's walking weird.

He slows down, so it doesn't give the impression he's rushing, and Steve tries to casually acknowledge the few straggling employees along the way. He's deliberate to keep his hands neutral, not clenched or crossed, until reaching for the door handle, until the hallway light falls across your prone body, and then he forgets to spend subconscious energy on himself.

A hodgepodge of plush and padding surrounds you, as expected, but Steve is looking at his own 2-D face pressed to yours, your hand laying gently against his printed chest, and your leg thrown over his undivided legs.

You look like an angel when you sleep. He's never been so awake when seeing it though.

He stops breathing until a soft voice behind him says, "excellent. She found the surprise."

Steve quickly turns, pulling the door mostly closed without clicking the bolt, leaning to Natasha's level and whispering.

"Do you think she--"

Nat shakes her head, smiling. "All I mentioned was a new body pillow in there." She raises her hands defensively. "Do I think she knows it's got your body on it? No," Nat snorts, "pretty sure the pitch black obscured that fact."

"You put my--"

"Made one of her, too. If you're interested."

"You...put her on a life-size pillow?" Steve gets only a knowing tilt of the head. "Why?!"

"Equality," Nat snips, "and because I am great at presents. Oh, and because I got twenty percent off for ordering two."

Steve makes a point to flash a "you're insane" glare at long-time, self-appointed matchmaker.

Nat's face falls.

"Gosh, buddy, you look tired. You should take a load off. I know just the--"

She kicks the door, handle slipping unexpectedly from his grip, the other end slamming with a bang against the opposite wall.

You bolt upright, both palms braced on the star stitched over a padded uniform. "I'm ready," you shout. "What's the situation?"

Steve panics, frantically searching around him for the person to blame, but Nat is nowhere to be seen. While he does that, however, your eyes adjust to the splash of light.

"What the--shit!" You scramble backward only to fall on your ass, gaining zero traction in all the fabric.

You and Steve both point to the offending object. "I didn't do that" is shouted simultaneously.

"Is that a joke?!" you screech.

He hesitates. "Would it be...funnier knowing there's one of you somewhere around here?"

Steve's too busy staring at you staring at him to notice the door slowly shutting behind him until the room in plunged into darkness again.

You whisper, harsh with alarm, "there's a thing with my body on it, too?"

"Wow...that sounds much worse than I meant it to," he mumbles. "Didn't mean to wake you. Just--I just wanted to make sure you were--Sam said you got your bell rung pretty good?"

The pitch black proves thick in addition to all consuming.

"Yeah." There's a long pause. "I'm fine."

He'd believe you if Steve hadn't purposefully listened to everything you've ever said near him. A slight waver in your voice makes it very clear you are lying to him. He attempts to reach out, to assure you that injuries are not weaknesses, but in that single-minded focus, he forgets about the pile beneath his feet.

Steve tumbles forward, landing not a gesture of comfort but squarely on top of you.

Well, he did want to fall face first into the cushions, right? The you under him part is usually in the dreams he has after going to sleep though. He also has no practiced comment for this not being an...enthusiastically consensual position.

"Sorry" is the best Steve comes up with as he flounders and flails for solid ground.

Once he manages to push his weight off of you, your hands still rest on his chest, his real chest. He can't even see you, and yet you hold this power over him.

"You--" you breathe shakily "--aren't as soft as the other guy."

"Sorry," he repeats, accidentally perching on a knee which hitches at the apex of your legs.

"But just as comfy..."

God, he wishes he could see you.

"What?" He heard you. "I'm--you think I'm--"

"Yeah."

Steve's fist clenches in response, but that dislodges whatever props him up. Though he stays suspended above you, he shifts until his hand lands on your waist--he'd swear the move simply paints a picture of his bearings while his eyes fail him,--and his fingers spread greedily.

Aside from training and a handshake greeting, he's never gotten to touch you.

"Well, if I wasn't concussed before..." you drawl.

"No! Did you--?" Steve immediately cradles the back of your head, ignoring the climb of your hold to behind his neck, too.

You say his name a few times. "I'm joking. I'm just joking." Both thumbs sweep through his short hair. "You're easy to mess with, ya know."

It's easy to like you when you talk to him like that. Steve fights to keep his mind from slipping into that happy void, but more imagination is required than usual. He settles for the first retort to pop in.

"I think pillow-you might be nicer to me."

You laugh. "I'm not nice to you? You want me to be nicer to you, Steve?"

His hints are the drop in your voice as you tease him and the subtle lift of your head in his hand. Steve jumps to meet your lips halfway, filling the empty space in his mind with all his dreams come true. He doesn't need to see. He's pictured this so many times.

Your back arches. He slots to the right, so his nose isn't in the way. You let his tongue slide past, unimpeded. It's his dream.

He's lost in dreamland so long Steve hardly realizes you are losing steam, sighing and gasping in his arms, lazily groping around.

Shoot.

This often happens with the serum; he doesn't get tired like the average human, and though he would never describe you as 'average,' you have had a long day, a minor injury, and a vigorous session of...well, Steve's too gentlemanly to label it anything other than 'kissing,' perhaps 'necking.'

He ducks his head to break your lips apart (reluctantly), feeling the pounding of your heart through your ribcage. "You need sleep."

You absently nuzzle him. "Okay. You're right. Hand me my pillow, will you?"

Steve bristles even as he laughs, jabbed playful by your elbow.

He rolls onto his back, easily pulling you to his side, letting you settle against him in the same way as his light model decoy. It's a good settling. He's settling with you.

"I think I should stay here," he whispers, sinking into the pillows. "Keep an eye on your head."

You thank him, laying your palm over his sternum which he then pins with his own hand.

It's a start, a good settling, together.

"Sweet dreams, star. You'll see me when you wake."

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Steve Rogers One-Shots]

A/N: yes, I put in some cheeky easter eggs for the diehards 😏

[auroralwriting]

coffee

spencer reid x fem!reader

spencer always feels better when you make him coffee to cheer him up. auroral writing's fallidays masterlist

word count: 1k

warnings: season 2 spencer, no use of y/n, show-accurate spencer aka he’s a little, sweet nerd, comfort but no angst

Sometimes, having your boyfriend at home was worse than missing him while he was on a case. Spencer would be exhausted from time to time, varying on the case they worked on. It wasn’t easy to see your love so beat down so often. He promised it was just jet lag, but deep down, you knew some of the cases bothered him, too.

Late last night, Spencer arrived back home. Whenever he was gone, you’d stay at his apartment to water his plants and make sure the place was top notch by the time he came home. He had slipped into bed with you while you slept, not wanting to disturb your peace.

When you woke up, your heart fluttered seeing your genius lying next to you. The dark circles around his eyes were more prominent than they usually were. He didn’t even change out of his clothes.

It was clear that his thoughts were heavy, even deep in sleep. You wondered how bad this case was. What always cheered Spencer up was a nice, warm cup of coffee in the morning. So, you decided that's what you'd do; make him a nice, warm cup to make him feel better.

You got up slowly, making sure to take soft steps in order to not wake Spencer up. You opened his dresser drawers and laid him out a tee shirt and some plaid pajama pants so he could get comfortable when he woke up.

Once that was done, you went into his kitchen and turned on his record player, some soft classical music filling the empty room. The tunes help occupy the space as you worked on breakfast.

The coffee pot beeped off when you heard soft creaks from Spencer’s bedroom.

You grabbed his mug, one catered to the way he made his coffee, and carefully walked into the bedroom once more. Spencer’s eyes softened when he looked at you. He rubbed his eyes, giving his iconic soft, goofy smile.

“G’morning, love.” Spencer muttered, softly stretching as he sat up.

Cheeks tinted with red, you sat on the side of the bed with the mug in hand. “Morning, Spence. I made you some coffee, fresh out of the pot.”

Spencer took a sip, a low hum coming from his throat. “Perfect,” he mused.

“Long case?” You asked, brushing a piece of his hair back from his forehead.

“Very much so,” Spencer nodded. He grabbed his glasses from the nightstand and pushed them up the bridge of his nose. “Statistically, ninth percent of victims gone within the first day or two are found safely. Ours had been gone a full week.”

Your heart lurched in your chest, you knew what he meant. “You all tried your best, honey.” You tried to comfort. “Did you catch him?”

“Yeah,” Spencer nodded, a sigh of relief following his next sip of coffee. “This is really good.”

“I made it just the same,” you chuckled.

Spencer gave a small shrug with a hint of a smile on hips lips. “It tasted better when I know it’s to make me feel better.”

“If it helps, I also made blueberry pancakes.” Spencer’s smile grew at your words. “Now, get comfy and come have breakfast with me. I’m starving.”

After a few minutes, Spencer walked out of the room. “You put on Beethoven,” he smiled. You knew that was his favorite composer. Spencer sat down, eagerly taking a bite of the food you prepared for him. “Baby, it’s so good,”

You smiled at his compliment, “I’m glad, Spence.”

“Let me make dinner tonight as a thank you,” Spencer said, swallowing the food in his mouth. “Please?”

No matter how many times you did nice things for him, Spencer always wanted to repay you. That’s one of the many reasons you loved him so much. He was always fair, kind, and truly the most loving man you’d ever met in your life. Your relationship was built off of love, trust, and balance. It was perfection.

“How could I ever say no to that face?” You giggled at the dopey smile he wore.

"How about more breakfast for dinner," Spencer offered, taking a sip from his mug. "I can make us cinnamon rolls, hot chocolate, and maybe today we can go out and get an apple pie, too."

Your face lit up at the thought, "You really do love me, don't you?"

Spencer laughed, "With every bone in my body."

"That coffee really helped your mood, huh?" You put your head on your hand as you stared lovingly at your boyfriend. What a perfect man he was.

"It did," Spencer admitted, "but the fact that you made it and did all of this for me is what really helped."

Once you were both finished eating, you and Spencer snuggled on the couch, a large blanket laying over top of both of your laps. You were both cuddled in the middle, laughing at the tv as you watched Halloweentown. It was the perfect fall day outside, and you both were on your second mugs of coffee.

"Don't we still need to go to the store?" Spencer asked as he played with a strand of your hair.

You softly hummed in reply, "It's noon, we still have time."

"Well, there's still several more Halloweentown movies to watch," Spencer replied with a smile. "At this rate, we'll never go to the store."

"A late midnight snack, then." You decided. "This is too nice to just give up."

Spencer pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I agree. I could go for a big midnight snack."

Even when you went to go to the store, more around seven, you stopped off at the local coffee place to grab a cup from them. They were just about to close, but it was worth it to see the look on Spencer's face.

The last cup of coffee was served at just a little past midnight as the two of you sat on the couch, criss crossed, eating cinnamon rolls and apple pie. Your mugs were still smoking from the heat of the coffee.

Spencer gently grabbed your chin, giving you a warm kiss. You tasted the icing on his lips from the cinnamon rolls.

"Thank you," Spencer said softly. "For today and the coffee."

"I'd do anything for you, Spencer." You replied with a small smile settling on your lips.