#slightly spicy

[lesbomaticlove]

so i had another idea because of pinterest

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Mayores

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Someone sends you flowers and your girlfriend isn't happy about it.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Also, this was requested by one of you. Thank you for the request, anon!

MASTERLIST

You spent most of your life being disappointed at all the people you tried to date.

Don't take it the wrong way, but there was always something that displeased you in a way that you couldn’t brush off. Your first girlfriend would do overly romantic gestures that you were fairly sure she was getting ideas from the rom-com she was fascinated with. The relationship didn’t last that long, although she kept the record of the most amount of gifts any girlfriend ever gave you for many years after that. The girl that came after her was the complete opposite, difficult to show any emotions and very closed off. You fell hard, of course, and had your heart broken several times by her. She cheated, she lied, she manipulated, and she wouldn’t even tell you she loved you unless it was when you found out about another one of her affairs. You made yourself go through that hell for nearly three years.

After that, you vowed to give yourself some time to recover, to be alone and think about your own life. You were almost done with college at that point but that didn’t stop you from suddenly becoming the party girl you couldn’t be for the last few years. None of your one-night stands were remarkable enough for you to want a second round with them, even when some would ask and beg for it. It was fun, but you also met every type of girl in your adventures.

When you finally met someone again and tried to start a new relationship, things just didn’t work out. No dramas, it just didn’t. It was nice at first, but the spark was gone so fast that you two became friends very quickly. You were done with college soon after you broke up, so you packed your things and moved to NY.

It's not like you made a conscious decision not to date anyone. You didn’t put any walls around your heart or anything like that. What happened was that no one seemed to be able to catch your attention for more than a few dates. It was like they would bore you somehow, which was insane to think because you were sure they were all great people.

Just not the right ones for you.

So you kept living in NY while going through a small rampage of quick dates. You found a job, you started your career, you got yourself a nice apartment that was way more expensive than you thought it should be, you made some friends, and you lived the freedom of the early twenties.

Until you met her.

Scarlett Johansson popped up in your life out of nowhere, as if she had appeared out of thin air, but she soon proved to be very different from anyone else you knew. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what made her so different from the rest, but you figured it out after a while. She was older than you, she was already divorced, she had experience. She had experience.

It didn’t take long for you to fall for her, head first and without going back. How could you not? How could you not fall for her when she did things that no one else had ever done for you?

Scarlett would open the doors for you - and it would never fail to make you blush. She would bring you flowers, but not only when she was picking you up for a date - no, she was always pampering you with flowers, sometimes sending you a bouquet even when she was traveling and currently on the other side of the ocean. She would treat you to fancy dinners and expensive wines, and take you to try dishes you never even heard about. She would call you "darling" and kiss your cheek in public, although she wasn’t usually holding your hand - her hand was normally at your lower back, guiding you gently but with no hesitation. Scarlett would give you small gifts all the time too - you picked up on the fact that you would talk about a book you wanted to read one day and said book would be waiting for you in the next one. Scarlett even renounced her side of the bed because that was your favorite.

Overall, Scarlett was a true gentleman.

Except when you were inside the bedroom.

Oh, when you were inside the bedroom things were very different.

She never truly forewent her gentleman persona since she would whisper sweet nothings in your ear while pounding you mercilessly on the bed. Scarlett would pull your hair and kiss your jaw sweetly at the same time. She would ruin you and then go up your body kissing every inch of your skin while also telling you how good you were. She would call you a slut and, after you had the best orgasm in your life, she would prepare you a hot bath where she would rub your feet and tell you how much she loves you.

That’s why you were so damn surprised with the conversation that took place that night.

“Thank you for the flowers,” you said while peeling a potato.

Scarlett was cutting up bacon into cubes beside you, but she hit the knife a bit harder after she heard what you said. “I didn’t send you flowers.”

She looked at you with one quirked eyebrow, clearly asking you for more information, but you were too busy trying to fight back a blush. When you were called in the middle of your workday to go to the reception table to sign off a delivery, you were already halfway expecting it to be flowers. Scarlett didn’t make a habit of sending things to your work - unless you shamefully admitted you skipped a meal and she made a goal of trying to feed you - but you also never received anything unless it wasn’t for something Scarlett sent you.

So, when you got there and saw the bouquet, you immediately assumed it had been from your girlfriend, although you didn’t have time to send her a quick text to thank her because you needed to rush for a meeting and couldn’t take your phone with you. You were busy until closing hours and, since you had plans with Scarlett that night, you didn’t bother texting her, just deciding to thank her in person.

Which was what you were trying to do.

“What do you mean?” You asked with your head tilted to the side.

“I didn’t send you anything,” Scarlett repeated, now putting the knife down to fully look at you. “You received flowers today?”

“Yes,” you still sounded confused when you also stopped peeling the potatoes. “It wasn’t you?”

“No, no it wasn’t.” Her voice was firm now, leaving no room for arguments, and you could see her jaw clenching a bit. “Who sent you flowers?”

“Babe, I thought it was you!” You were fast to try to explain, even though you weren’t exactly sure how you could explain something like that. “I don’t know who - Oh.”

Oh, indeed.

The thought crossed your mind while you were talking, but that was the only thing that could make sense. If Scarlett hadn’t been the one to send you the flowers, there was only one other option for who did it. And it was bad because, sure, you didn’t want to receive flowers from anyone but your girlfriend, but the fact that it was that particular person who did it made it a thousand times worse.

Scarlett must have picked on your reaction because she raised one eyebrow at you, clearly not amused at all. “What does ‘oh’ mean?” You didn’t reply since you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to do so, although it only resulted in Scarlett crossing her arms while she glared at you. “Y/N.”

It was a warning, you knew that much. It usually happened when you were making too much noise when she was fucking you somewhere you might get caught or when you tried to distract her from her work by walking around naked around the house. It always came to you to decide if you would take the risk to keep pushing your limits or if you would back down - and, of course, sometimes you just kept pushing just to see what she would do to you.

That wasn’t the time for that, though.

The mood wasn’t set for sexy times. Scarlett seemed mad and impatient.

“Uh, I might know who sent them,” you admitted and watched as her eyes narrowed. “Are you sure it wasn’t you, though? Maybe you forgot about it.”

“Forgot?” Scarlett repeated the word with a scoff. “I would’ve done it in my sleep for me not to be able to remember if I sent my girlfriend flowers or not.”

Well, fine, so there was no hope for you. “Okay.” You bit your bottom lip and looked down at your feet. “Don’t be mad,” you plead in a whisper.

You were still looking down, but you heard Scarlett sighing before you felt her soft hands touching your face. She prompted you to raise your head, which you did, and you saw she was making an effort to wash the anger from her features. “I’m not mad,” Scarlett said and, despite it all, she sounded honest. Her thumbs were making soothing circles on your cheeks and you felt yourself relaxing when she smiled at you. “I’m sorry if it looked like I was. I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

You nodded to let her know it was okay, but you still whimpered a bit. “It’s not really my fault.”

“I know it’s not.” Scarlett pulled you for a hug, making you rest your head on her shoulder as she kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was mad at you.”

You knew she wouldn’t actually be mad with you about it. Scarlett was way more laid back about it than you, for sure, so you weren’t honestly worried about it even for a second. If things happened the other way around - if Scarlett had been the one receiving flowers from someone who was trying to hit on her - you would be livid too. Not at her - the same way her anger wasn’t directed at you - but you also would’ve been in a much worse mood.

No one could blame you for pushing things a little bit, though. Not really. Because you knew Scarlett would comfort you and that she would jump in to make you feel safe in her arms, loved and cared for - and maybe that’s the exact reason you always pushed your limits around her.

“I, uh, I might know who sent them,” you declared once you pulled away a bit shyly. Scarlett nodded in encouragement for you to keep talking, so you did. “I had a meeting yesterday with someone from another company. It was just business, really, but I noticed that this guy wouldn’t stop looking at me and, when the meeting was over, he walked towards me to ask for my number so we could ‘discuss more personal matters’.” You made the quotation marks with your fingers while you rolled your eyes at the memory. It had pissed you off the day before and it was pissing you off again now that you were remembering it. “I told him I wasn’t interested and he walked away. I thought he got the message.” The last part was said with a groan as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

That made Scarlett’s expression shift to something assembling worry and concern. “Has he made you uncomfortable?”

“Just annoyed,” you sighed and shrugged. “He didn’t insist. But he apparently sent me flowers today, so I don’t know how I feel about that.” The conversation with the man had been strictly professional and you couldn’t imagine what happened to make him think he could send you flowers like that. You did care that he hadn’t taken the hint and was insisting, but, at the same time, you couldn’t care less if he suddenly had a crush on you. You had the most perfect woman beside you, you didn’t need or want anyone else.

Scarlett nodded and leaned to kiss your forehead again, more firmly now to offer you some comfort, before she offered you a grin. “Well, if he tries something like that again, you let me know,” she asked before her grin became a bit devious. “I could ask Hemsworth to give him a piece of mind.”

You laughed as you pictured the scene. A man like Hemsworth - a muscle mountain - walking inside someone’s office to defend your honor on Scarlett’s behalf. “I think he would shit his pants if he ever saw Hemsworth in front of him.”

“That would work perfectly for me.” Scarlett shrugged, now sounding amused about the whole thing.

You chuckled happily and gave your girlfriend a quick peck. “Thank you. There’s no need to call in anyone in this situation. Yet,” you added as a later thought, noticing how Scarlett got serious again. “I promise I will tell you it keeps happening. If he sends me something else, I will go to my boss about it as well. He might do something about it.” The man worked for a company that your boss was thinking about making some transactions, so that could actually work in your favor if he decides to give the dude a little scare. Your boss was an older man with four daughters and seven granddaughters. You were sure he would be even angrier than Scarlett if he ever heard about that story.

“Okay,” your girlfriend conceded. “I will let you handle that for now, but you come to me if you need any help. Deal?”

“Deal,” you agreed quickly with a little smile, happy to be given that trust to handle things for yourself first.

You loved it when Scarlett took over to solve your problems because you trusted her blindly to always make the best decisions and to get things done. Sometimes you got too overwhelmed by everything and it was nice to rely on someone else. This time, however, you were sure you could deal with things alone. You would get to your office the next day and send the guy a very straightforward email to let him know he shouldn’t be sending you any more gifts and that your conversations would remain only work related, and see how things go after that.

The best part of having someone like Scarlett was that you knew that, if things didn’t work out how you wanted them to, you could come to her at any time and she would jump right in to help you. You knew that she wouldn’t actually call her castmate to help scare some grow-up man - logistically, it would be hard to do it since Hemsworth was currently in his home back in Australia - but Scarlett was a very skilled woman herself. She would know no boundaries to protect you.

With that in mind, you placed your arms around her shoulders, letting your wrists meet behind her neck, and took a step forward to get closer to her. “My knight in shining armor,” you sang provocatively before giving her a kiss.

“Hm,” Scarlett moaned against your mouth, causing a content sigh to escape your lips and you both pulled away a few inches. “Maybe he needs to know that you’re taken,” she suggested.

“Oh, I am?” You tried to sound as innocent as possible, though you knew it just sounded like you were teasing her. You didn’t care. The mood had shifted and you now wanted to push your limits again.

“Yes.’ Scarlett’s voice was firm, but it was the way that her hands gripped your hips to pull you against her that made you gasp. “Haven’t you noticed it yet? That you’re mine.” She was smiling now, her green eyes going darker by the second, and you suddenly felt like you were a few seconds away from dying right then and there. “All mine,” Scarlett whispered with a hoarse tone and your knees lost some of their strength.

“I know.” You eagerly nodded because, yes, you knew that. You made yourself hers.

Scarlett smiled even brighter and she leaned over to hide her face in the crook of your neck. You felt her lips brushing against your skin, although she didn’t touch you. “Do you really? Maybe a reminder would do some good.” Finally, an open-mouthed kiss was pressed against your pulse point and you felt goosebumps going up and down your spine. “Maybe a little mark so everyone knows you belong to someone else.”

“Scarlett,” you moaned both at her words and the sensation of her tongue darting out to lick a path on your skin.

“Yes, darling?” Scarlett sounded amused, which almost made you roll your eyes at her.

“If you don’t take me to your room right now to keep up your word, I will be sending your flowers back from now on,” you threatened and, even if you both knew it was a blatant lie, it did the trick.

“Hm, we can’t let that happen,” Scarlett joked before she pulled away to look at you again.

The next day, you came back from a meeting and saw a life-sized bouquet on top of your desk with a small card written in Scarlett’s beautiful cursive letter.

“To my beautiful girlfriend,

You own my love

and I promise to protect your heart.

SJ”

You decided to forego the email idea. No, you would do something even better. You would call the stupid man to your office so he could see for himself that he was nothing compared to your girlfriend.

And, if you had three new hickeys in your neck that he might see, well, that was just a consequence.

[april-showersmay-flowers]

No matter how many times I read the words “fuck, Granger” it will ALWAYS DO SOMETHING TO ME. Also 8th year shenanigans yes please.

[melontoyo]

The Demon-King's Sacring 🩸

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[tichiox1]

☆Unexpected☆

Sumarry:You have been working with the band Tokio Hotel for a while now , but these past weeks Bill has been acting strange?, he's been avoiding you as best he can before you realise it the Unexpected happened.

Bill kaulitz x staff reader

Word count:1.4k

(sorry if this is not like him at all sorrey i just needed an excuse to make an angry make out chapter with him)

(I'm feeding yall so hard rn but don't worry ill continue to do so my children)

-i was also listening to :Never be the same by Camila Cabello when i wrote this

Slightly spicy 😏

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"Hey bill i need to talk to you about something-" you said before he suddenly went out , ignoring your call to him.

"What's his problem" Tom said , while looking at the direction where Bill left.

"I don't know he's just been avoiding me recently"you said , a sigh escapes your lips .

"He's probably on his period" Georg suddenly said coming out of nowhere, a mocking smile on his face as he also looked to where Bill went.

"He's just been avoiding me what's his problem anyways" You said you eyebrow raised in confusion .

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"Hey bill i need to do your make up before the-" you said as he brushed up against your shoulder and went behind you , to where another make up artist is ,not even looking at you, his brows slightly frowning.

You looked at him in confusion , because these past days never once has he even laid eyes on you , let alone pay attention to you .

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"Do you know why he's avoiding you?" Tom asked , also confused since Bill doesn't usually act this way.

"If i know i wouldn't be confused" You said annoyed at Bill's childish behavior .

"I think i know" Georg cuts in .

"He's inlove mwah mwah mwah" Georg said mockingly , while making kissing noises with his lips.

Tom laughed with him as he also made kissing noises as he grabbed himself ,his arm on both sides as he made it look like someone's holding him while he started thrusting his hips while still making kissing noises .

You rolled your eyes in annoyance , as you grab the bridge of your nose and pinched it tighly.

"He'll talk to you soon don't worry Y/n , Do you want me to talk to him?" Gustav asked his voice worried as he started to comfort you with his hand rubbing your back.

"It's fine Gustav , Ill ask him myself" You said as you stormed out to the room where Bill is.

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  You went to his room , where he went too, a sign on the door which said 'Don't enter' written on it but you pay no attention your frustration getting the best of you as you opened the door.

Once you went inside , you saw Bill taking off his black shirt revealing his star tattoo, his dark make up smudged slightly his hair messily done .

The sound of the door made Bill turn to the direction of the noise , his eyes made contact with yours .

"Can't you read ? The sign says 'Don't enter for a reason" he said annoyed , his behavior not like him at all,  as he fully took off his shirt his eyebrows frowning more .

"Why the hell are you ignoring me?" You said angrily to him , your mouth frowning.

"Why do you care" he countered your words with his as he moved closer to where you're standing.

"I care because I'm assigned to take care of you , why even ask ." You confessed , your eyes glaring at him harshly , you wanted to punch him because he was acting like an asshole.

"Is that all what you really think of me? Just someone you're working for? Someone you're assigned to take care of?" he said his voice holding emotions , he was normally very happy and positive what changed? You thought.

"You're acting really childish right now , You aren't even explaining why you're ignoring me in the first place" You yelled at his face .

He kept his lips tightly shut , his Dark hypnotic raven eyes made contact with yours , as he inched his body closer to yours , which made you walk back while still looking at him .

While still trying to walk back away from him you accidentally hit the wall which made you unable to leave.

"What are you doing to me" he said while staring deeply into your eyes , his hands making it's way onto your waist as he grabbed your hips with his hand and the other one leaning against the wall.

"I don't know what you mean Bill" You said not knowing what's happening , your eyes never leaving his dark raven eyes, you knew that this is bad you want to pull away but a part of you wants to see what will he do.

"You're right this isn't like me , This is because of you!" he accused while still getting closer to you , almost as if he was going to kiss you .

"Seriously Bill what's gotten into you-" before you could finish what you were saying he suddenly places his lips onto yours his other hand made it's way onto your head preventing you from pulling away from his kiss , his other hand on you hip made it even harder to leave his grasp .

A few seconds pass but it felt like hours his lips started to harshly move ,you started to warm up to his kiss no longer feeling tense, you tried to follow and sync with his lips as he suddenly lets out a soft groan, his hand gripping your hair tightly while pulling your body closer to his.

It felt like hours before he pulled his lips catching his breath .

"I'm sorry i didn't know what came to me" he admitted his voice still shaky as he let's go of you  , a soft pink hue staining his pale face.

His eyes still looking at yours,  silence swallowed the two of you .

"It-it's fine" you said slightly stuttering still shocked about what just happened .

A few seconds of awkward silence passed again your eyes leaving his while thinking of an appropriate thing to say before he said .

"I like you." he suddenly blurted out his eyes staring hard to you .

"Wait what" you said now looking at him again , your eyes lifted up in shock , your mouth slightly agape , with no words coming out.

"I don't know what you're doing to me , I'm normally really confident but why- why is it when you're around i feel embarrassed? I don't know what to feel " he confessed his voice steadying his breathing as he looked down .

"Is that why you're ignoring me?" You asked him , while slightly tilting your head to the side.

"Look I'm sorry for ignoring you , i didn't know what else i could have done" he said his voice slightly raspy .

"I don't know who to ask for advice about this stuff if i asked Tom he'll probably laugh at me" Bill said as he laughed after he said it .

You laughed with him as his arms still holding you close .

But then the door suddenly opened revealing Tom , Georg and Gustav .

"Wow you were just mad at him a few minutes ago now you're making out with him?" Georg said while looking at the both of you .

Tom suddenly laughed which made you even more embarrassed at the situation .

"Come on let's give those two privacy" Tom said while smirking at the both of you.

The three boys left but laughter from outside the door can still be heard.

Awkward silence swallowed you both , you twos position still the same , you looked at Bill's face to only see him red like cherry .

You not liking the silence spoke up,"Don't worry Bill I'm not mad at you for ignoring me , i forgive you" You said as you suddenly kissed his lips softly which made his eyesbrows lift in shock.

You continued kissing him , the kiss wasn't harsh but it was soft , passionate even.

You two continued the kiss as you suddenly pulled away with a small smile on your face.

After the kiss he looked into your eyes his lips lifted up as he pulled you into a hug .

"Thank you for forgiving me , When i told you i like you i really do , Even if you don't answer now it's fine ill wait for your response" he said as he burried his face in the crook of your neck with no intention of letting you go any time soon.

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What's your response bbgs jk also sorry if it isnt like him i just want to make a cute confession one shot of bill😭

Ill make a part two or not 😱

[yatoiii]

innocent?

you and Bakugou have been dating for a while now and you both seemed content with your relationship. or that's what you think. Bakugou always wanted to do something a little more... extra. In fact, he's been wanting to do his little surprise for a while now, he's just looking for the right time to set it in motion...

you came back from the market, and you saw your favorite spiky-blonde-haired boy sitting on the couch playing a video game.

' oh, you're back. '

' uh-huh,' you brushed past him to set down the groceries.

' you're still stuck on that boss from last night? '

' yeah. unfortunately. ' you chuckled a bit since Bakugou was so confident about defeating that boss from last night, in fact, you could still remember that he died about 13 times on the boss.

' goddamit! ' you heard Bakugou curse' he probably died again.' you thought to yourself, then you felt a pair of hands grab your waist. it was Bakugou [who else?]. he rested his head on your shoulder.

' how much time are you going to kill setting those groceries down, eh? '

'be patient Blasty-boy. '

you caressed his ash-blonde hair. after setting the groceries down Bakugou dragged you to the couch and set you on his lap.

' aren't you gonna continue your game? '

' fuck that. I wanna be with you. ' you smiled at those words. you laid your head on his chest. but, you felt something poking your ass. you shifted your position trying to be comfortable, yet it didn't go away. Bakugou groaned whilst you moved here and there.

' sorry if I'm moving too much kacchan- but there's something poking me! '

' f-fuck- hah- what-? ' he pretended not to know, he wanted to know what your reaction was when you found out...

' I said- something is poking me! is it your belt again? '

' does it look like I'm wearing a belt now hm? ' you looked down to see that, he has no belt on. you looked back up to see a huge grin on Bakugou's face yet... you were still confused! you searched here and there but you couldn't find the source of the irksome poking! but you found a bump in Bakugou's middle region.' is this where the poking is coming from? ' you thought to yourself. Bakugou was pondering why you were looking for the source, thinking that you already knew what it was.

' what are ya' lookin' for hah? haven't you already realized it yet-? '

' realize what? '

' that's my cock damn idiot. '

' eh-?? '

bakugou was shaken, his own girlfriend... is, innocent?! but then that means your virginity was still intact, meaning, it just needed to be claimed by... him.

- rest is up for you to imagine.

[tum-bakery]

I think this might be the most like... outright horny thing I've ever posted? I really liked this sketch...

[incorrect-stobotnik]

Stone: What are you in the mood for?

Robotnik: World domination.

Stone: That's a bit ambitious.

Robotnik: You are my world.

Stone: Aww...

Robotnik:

Stone:

Robotnik:

Stone: OH.

[myut0eve]

Well gotta catch up now

[sunnydayjackoff]

Is it alright if I request a Jack x a S/O with literally no experience. Zilch. No first kiss, hell they’ve never even held hands with anyone else romantically. So it makes for an extremely flustered S/O who blushes the moment he calls them sunshine, head spinning if he hugs them, the butterflies in their stomach near turning to hornets if he leans in close to them.

Jack with an s/o who's never dated

Tws: sappy sappy romance that I want!! Some mentions of nsfw at the bottom because Jack is a horny horny boy

Birdie says: this blog is an Ian free zone. All my homes hate Ian (/j). I had so much fun writing this!! Because same!! I haven't had my first kiss in all my 18 years of living and that makes me so sad 😞. Remember to brush your teeth today and drink some water!

Also if you want a part 2 that's more nsfw focused 👀👀👀 I mean....

❤ Oh Jack is over the moon and back when he finds out you've never dated anyone before. He'll be your first everything. Super smug about it too. He'll wrap you up in a big warm hug when the two of you get home from work, pressing his face against your neck as he tells you how proud he is of you, all as your face gets warmer and warmer.

❤️ He loves having you in his lap, letting you rest against his chest. He'll sing your praises if you wrap your arms around him, teasing you while he does. He's just so happy he gets to do this with you Sunspot! He loved the way your heart hammers in your chest whenever he's near you, a smug smile playing on his lips as he wraps you in a hug, teasing you about being so flustered.

❤️ He finds himself cuddling closer to you during the night, holding you in his arms as you sleep. It's one of the few times where he can hold you close without you getting flustered. He adores when you get like that, dont get him wrong! But he also loves these peaceful moments with you just as much

❤️ He'll try to make your first kiss as romantic as possible, holding you in his lap as he reminds you to pull back if you get uncomfortable. He'll happily guide you as you kiss, his hands finding the small of your back. His lips are warm against yours, even warmer than the rest of him. And they're soft too. You note that he faintly tastes of something sweet and coppery, but you can't put a finger on it. Maybe the more you kiss him, the more you'll be able to tell.

❤️ Loves to press kisses along your neck. There's something so intimate about it to him. Jack will often find himself staring at your neck, and if you ask him why, his face will turn a shade of red, almost matching his face paint. Sputtering out a response, he asks to kiss your neck, and well, when he asks so sweetly, how can you say no?

❤️ Jack's extremely happy about being your first kiss, your first boyfriend, and soon to be your first fuck- love making, as he calls it. He won't pressure you at all though! But if you give the green light, he'll find it hard to not make you cockdrunk, so tempted to draw orgasm after orgasm out of you. He wants the only thing on your mind to be him. He'll be so soft about it though, constantly checking on you and asking if it's still okay

[andsoforrain]

Which member of Sleep Token would wear this shirt?

[lovenlu-arts]

Back on my breagan bullshit schwwooopppss

[arcadewonder]

[ ♬ ]

[bloodysyren]

A little sweet piece for @hearthtrob of Swiss topping Mountain. WC: 1073. Sweet and spicy under the cut. On AO3 too!!

It was barely sunrise but Mountain was wide awake. He was the only Ghoul who slept with his curtains open, preferring to sleep with the moon and rise with the sun. Everyone else, with the exception of Rain whenever it was stormy, had thick blackout curtains on their windows. The Earth Ghoul felt alone in his large room, reaching his hands out to the cool edges of his bed.

Mountain knew someone who wouldn't mind a little disturbance this early in the morning, and padded out of bed, crossing the hall into Swiss' room. The Multi-Ghoul always left his door unlocked in case one of his other bandmates needed something -anything- from him.

The drummer snuck under the covers and subsequently woke Swiss from his slumber. But the Multi-Ghoul drew Mountain into his warm embrace, snuggling back down into the blankets. Swiss could feel the drummer’s half-hard shaft stiffening against his thigh and his own throbbed in response.

Mountain pressed his head against the Multi-Ghoul’s shoulder, nuzzling under Swiss’ chin. The Multi-Ghoul purred, now fully awake. “Mmm… Well, good morning, sugar.” Swiss pressed his lips to Mountain’s forehead, and the big Ghoul murmured in response, finding himself sleepy again in Swiss’ arms.

The Earth Ghoul glanced up a little groggily, those perfect grey eyes still foggy with sleep, silently asking for a real smooch. Swiss pressed their mouths together, slowly deepening the kiss as Mountain rolled on top of the Multi-Ghoul. The drummer made a move to shift Swiss' thighs up in order to finger the slick pucker between his legs, but the Multi-Ghoul stopped him with a glance.

“You didn’t want me to show you a little love?” Swiss arched an eyebrow.

“I just thought that, you know, since I was on top anyway that I’d…” Mountain trailed off, a little shyly as Swiss picked up the slack.

“You nervous about being on the bottom because you’ve always topped everybody else? Let me take care of you this time.” Swiss splayed his fingers across Mountain’s broad chest. “Let me show you how much you mean to me, baby. Just because you’re big doesn’t mean that I can’t take you apart. If you’d let me.”

Mountain’s eyes searched the Multi-Ghoul’s tender face for a moment, uncertain about this switch in his role. He always felt like because some of the other Ghouls saw him as a top, their top, in his mind that’s all he could ever be. Swiss was different. The Multi-Ghoul saw him for who he was, for whatever he wanted to be. And right now, Mountain wanted to relax and let himself be taken care of by Swiss.

The Multi-Ghoul pushed Mountain off of him and down to the pillows, straddling Mountain's hips and keeping him on his stomach. Swiss' strong fingers kneaded generous handfuls of the drummer's backside, squeezing affectionately. The Earth Ghoul's purr was deep and strong, his cock hard and leaking, trapped between his stomach and the sheets. “Mmm…want you…”

The Multi-Ghoul's fingers were already dragging against the cleft of Mountain's ass, lightly circling and teasing the drummer's slippery rim. The Earth Ghoul keened, relaxing into his lover's touch as Swiss slipped one and then two fingers inside, gently working him open.

"How do you want me? Nice and slow, like this?” Swiss quirked his fingers, brushing over the drummer's sweet spot as Mountain gripped the sheets and bared his teeth in growing bliss, still fairly relaxed under the Multi-Ghoul's hands.

“Mm-hmm…” The Earth Ghoul was melting, little shivers racing down his spine as Swiss eased his walls apart. The drummer felt empty as the Multi-Ghoul slid his fingers free, but his breath caught expectantly as Swiss pressed the smooth head of his cock against Mountain's pliant hole.

"You ready for me, baby?"

"Swiss, please…" Mountain begged, his voice muffled in the pillow. The Multi-Ghoul slowly eased inside, hearing the drummer groan like a satiated beast underneath him. The Earth Ghoul tensed slightly as Swiss slid in up to the hilt, but his muscles relaxed as the Multi-Ghoul leaned down to kiss his back and shoulders.

"Mmm… so good…"

"Good. I only want my big boy to be happy." Swiss' fingers threaded through Mountain’s wavy locks affectionately as he rocked his hips forward, making Mountain groan. The drummer had no idea that something like this -being on the bottom- could feel so good, so fulfilling. He clenched the sheets at a particularly good shove of the Multi-Ghoul's hips and whimpered.

"Are you gonna spill for me?" Swiss' hips nudged forward and a moan caught behind the Earth Ghoul's fangs. The Multi-Ghoul rubbed the drummer's horns soothingly as Mountain clenched around him. "Keep it tight, just like that." Swiss' growling purr in his ear made Mountain shiver, pressed bodily into the mattress as the Multi-Ghoul lovingly rutted into him.

"Ohh, Swiss! Nnngh!" Mountain couldn't stop the desperate sounds that filled his throat, spilling out into the warm air of the room as the Multi-Ghoul drove against his backside. The Earth Ghoul braced himself against the bed, feeling the head of Swiss' shaft brush against his sweet spot. Mountain couldn't stop the whimper that flew from his mouth.

The easy force of the Multi-Ghoul's thrusts were making the drummer's shaft rub deliciously against the sheets, smearing his excitement against the warm linen. Mountain keened, losing himself completely in the damning stretch of the Multi-Ghoul's cock. The base of the drummer's tail tingled, all of this churning desire pooling in the pit of his stomach.

Mountain whimpered, his orgasm rushing up to meet him. Swiss' fingers were spread against his slick back as the Multi-Ghoul grunted against him. Mountain felt the luscious throb of Swiss' shaft, buried deep inside him and he tipped over his own peak as the Multi-Ghoul pumped his load into Mountain's body.

"Mmm… Perfect, just perfect, Mount…" Swiss cooed, his hips stilling against the drummer's backside. Mountain collapsed against the sheets, sticky and cool against his flushed skin. The Multi-Ghoul pulled out gently, climbing off of his bed in order to go find a damp cloth to clean them off.

The Earth Ghoul murmured sleepily as Swiss took care of him, snuggling back into bed when they were finished. The drummer felt sleepy again and the Multi-Ghoul drew Mountain down into his arms, smiling as the Earth Ghoul's breath evened out. Swiss smoothed his thumb across Mountain's horns, rubbing slow, lazy circles through the drummer’s hair.

[pinchofhoney]

Prompt 7 with Ben Barnes x reader who's in her 20s make an age gap if that's ok with you

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angst prompt seven: “all i can think about is kissing you when i shouldn’t. you aren’t mine”

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ben barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k

warning: age gap, angst with a little twist, unrequited love (but really?), slightly suggestive, mention of drinking alcohol, no use of y/n

summary: Secrets have a way of revealing themselves, especially when alcohol is involved.

a/n: let me say that it was not supposed to turn this way. i wanted this story to be heartbreaking and make eyes cry on their own, but i got into a silly goofy mood and now i don't know if that was a good idea,, anyway, i hope you will be satisfied. thank you for your request!<33

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Your heart swelled with excitement as you gazed out of the window, watching the rolling green fields give way to bustling suburbs and eventually the unmistakable skyline of London. The train was drawing nearer to your destination with each passing minute, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear.

As a child, you had always been enchanted by the arrival of spring, eagerly awaiting the moment when the first buds would appear on the trees and the crocuses would push their way up through the cold, hard ground. And even now, as a university student at Cambridge, spring remained your favorite season – a time of renewal and growth, of shedding the old and embracing the new.

But more than anything, you were looking forward to being reunited with your family. The past few months had been a whirlwind of lectures, essays, and deadlines, and you had missed people you loved terribly. You longed to spend lazy afternoons catching up on old times, sharing meals and stories, and simply enjoying each other's company.

And then there was him – your parents' friend and your neighbor, the one you had liked since forever. You could feel your cheeks flush at the thought of him and your heart fluttering with anticipation. You hadn't seen him in several months, and the prospect of being in his company again was almost too overwhelming. The memories of Ben flooded your mind, as you leaned your head against the window, closing your eyes. His voice echoed in your ears, his laughter resonated in your heart, and the sparkle in his eyes had the power to brighten even the darkest of days. It was as though he had cast a spell over you, and you couldn't shake the feeling of longing that gnawed at your heart.

But as much as you yearned for him, you knew that your feelings could never be reciprocated.

As the train pulled into the station, you gathered your things and stepped out onto the platform, taking a deep breath of the crisp, cool air. The familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the aroma of blooming flowers, filling you with a sense of comfort and excitement. As you made your way through the station, you couldn't help but feel both eager and anxious about what awaited you at home. While you longed to embrace your father and hear your mother's loving scolding about your eating habits, you knew that they had invited Ben to dinner. It was already an annual tradition that your parents cherished, but for you, it was a source of both joy and heartache. Stepping out onto the street, you braced yourself for what was to come. You knew that you were about to face the man who held your heart in his hands, completely oblivious to the fact.

The cab ride had been long and tedious, with an hour's worth of traffic adding to your mounting anxiety, but as you arrived in front of the house, a familiar warmth enveloped you, causing all your fears to dissipate in an instant. However, there was something more than just comfort in the air, something that made your stomach grumble with anticipation.

The scent of your favorite food, your mother's homemade dinner, filled the air, making your mouth water. You couldn't wait to be inside, wrapped in the familiar embrace of your family, and digging into the delicious meal that awaited you.

As you walked towards the front door, you could hear the sound of your parents' excited voices coming from inside. They must have heard the car pull up and knew you were finally home.

As soon as you opened the door, your mother came rushing towards you, her arms open wide. “Welcome home, honey!” she exclaimed, enveloping you in a warm hug.

Your father was right behind her, beaming with pride and happiness. “We missed you so much,” he said, ruffling your hair affectionately at which you giggled.

You felt a lump form in your throat as you took in the sight of her parents. You had missed them terribly too, and being back home felt like a dream come true.

But then you saw him.

From around the corner emerged the tall silhouette of a man you knew all too well. Your heart skipped a beat as you laid eyes on him, realizing he hadn't changed a bit. He looked as handsome as ever, and the fact that you hadn't seen him for several months made your nerves tingle at the sight of his charming smile.

“Hey, kid,” Ben said, his voice laced with humor, as he stepped closer once your parents had finished hugging you tightly.

“Hi, grownup,” you replied in a similar tone.

You couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness around him. He had been a constant presence in your life since childhood, and as you grew older, your feelings for him had grown as well. But he was a family friend, and the age difference between you made it impossible for anything to happen between you.

You pushed those thoughts aside as your parents led you into the kitchen, where the aroma of your favorite dish wafted through the air. The table was set beautifully, and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of your mother's proud face.

While you savored every bite of the meal, your parents regaled you with stories of their lives since you last saw them, and you basked in the love and warmth that surrounded you. From time to time, you stole glances at Ben, admiring the crinkles around his eyes when he laughed and the way his hair fell flawlessly over his forehead. His voice, his movement, his laughter, all rekindled emotions you had buried deep inside.

As the hours ticked by and the conversation flowed smoothly, the delicious food was devoured and all of you eventually made your way to the cozy living room. It was adorned with plush pillows and warm blankets draped over the sofa, creating a relaxing atmosphere. Although the daytime temperatures were getting warmer, the evenings remained chilly, making blankets within reach always a welcome addition. You and Ben settled onto the couch, sinking into the cushions as the soft glow of the table lamp cast a warm light across the room and your parents take the comfortable armchairs. The evening that had just passed was the one you longed for the most during the semester when you lived with your friends. Although they were close to you, they were not the same as family.

Not much time has passed and to your surprise, your parents received a work emergency call and had to leave, leaving you alone with Ben. Even though the idea of being alone with him made you a little nervous, you couldn't help the thrill it gave you. As your parents rushed out of the door, your father quickly went to the cellar and came back up with a bottle of his most exquisite wine, setting it on the coffee table in front of you and Ben.

You tried to focus on the conversation, but it was impossible. Your gaze kept darting towards Ben, taking in the way his hands moved and the way his eyes sparkled. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, and your palms grew sweaty as your mind began to wander down a dangerous path.

As the night wore on, your nerves got the best of you, and you drank more than you intended. The wine flowed freely, and soon you were feeling the effects of the alcohol. You gazed into the depth of Ben's dark eyes, marveling at how the dimmed light made them sparkle like diamonds. His well-groomed facial hair enhanced his chiseled jawline, adding to his rugged and handsome features and the small mole beneath one of his eyes was like a beauty mark, only adding to his allure and making your heart skip a beat. But it wasn't just his looks that made your heart race. It was the way he made you feel when you were around him, the way his accidental touches sent shivers down your spine. The conversation became more relaxed, and you found yourself opening up to him in a way you never had before. You were tipsy, but you took one more sip of the red wine, feeling emboldened by its heady effects and the way Ben was looking at you. You couldn't help but notice how close you and Ben had become since the start of the conversation. His intense gaze made your nervous, and before you knew it, the words spilled out of your mouth in a rush, “All I can think about is kissing you when I shouldn't. You aren't mine and you will never be.”

You immediately regretted saying it, but it was too late to take it back.

Ben's expression changed a little, and you could have sworn that his dark eyes darkened even more. “What are you saying?” he asked making sure he had heard correctly, his voice low and serious, making you feel things you shouldn’t feel.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, but the words just kept spilling out of your mouth without any control. “I mean, I know it's wrong”, you admitted. “You're a friend of my parents, and you're so much older than me. But I can't help the way I feel. I've been holding this inside for so long, and it's tearing me apart.”

Ben's intense gaze held you captive, his eyes promising you everything you wanted. He leaned in closer, his hand gently brushing your cheek. “You don't have to keep it bottled up,” he whispered huskily, his breath tickling your skin. “Just say what you want.”

You felt a mix of desire and apprehension as he leaned in closer, his lips almost touching yours. “But it's not right,” you protested weakly, even as your body screamed for him to kiss you. “It's not fair to you, and it's definitely not fair to my parents.”

Ben's voice was soft and seductive, tempting you further. “We can keep it our little secret. Your parents don't have to know about it.”

Hesitantly, fueled by liquid courage, you asked the question that had been weighing on your mind. “And… do you feel the same way?” you asked barely above a whisper.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you watched Ben's expression changing a little, catching you off guard. “I…” he trailed off, seeming to struggle with some inner conflict. He gently bit his lower lip, not taking his intensive gaze off you. “I don't know. But does it matter now?”

His warm breath was like a caress against your lips, sending shivers down your spine. One moment and the way he looked at you was enough to make you forget how to think properly. You reached up to touch his cheek, feeling the roughness of his stubble under your fingertips. Your heart was pounding so loudly that you were sure he can hear it as well. You just shook your head, too afraid that speaking would break the tension between you.

Ben hesitated for a moment, then leaned in to capture your lips in a kiss that left you breathless. It was something you had been dreaming about for a long time. As the heat between you intensified, you both knew that there was no going back. You lost yourselves in the passion of the moment. It was like the world around you had ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you in this perfect bubble of passion and desire. The taste of him, the way his lips moved against yours, it was like a drug that you never wanted to let go of. The lines had been crossed.

As Ben deepened the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, while he explored every inch of your body with his hands. And that’s when the reality of the situation began to set in. This was wrong, so wrong, and the consequences might be disastrous. You pulled away from him, your heart still racing from the intensity of the kiss. His eyes were filled with desire, but also with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with emotion.

You hesitated for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts. “What just happened shouldn't have happened,” you finally managed to say, your voice shaking slightly.

Ben's lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Oh, come on. Your body language says you loved every second of it,” he said teasingly.

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment at his words. It was true, your body had responded to his touch with a raw and undeniable passion, but the rational part of your brain knew that you shouldn't have let things go that far.

The weight of the potential consequences loomed over you, threatening to crush the exhilaration of the moment. “My parents could be back any minute,” you murmured, a note of fear creeping into your voice.

Ben leaned back, his eyes scanning your face with a mix of concern and amusement. “Are you worried about getting caught? Or is it something else?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

You avoided his gaze, unsure of how to respond. “I just don't want to do anything that would disappoint my parents,” you finally admitted, feeling a pang of shame as the words left your mouth.

Ben chuckled softly, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Ah, I see. The good girl act,” he said with a hint of sarcasm. “Well, if that's the case, I'll leave you to it. Wouldn't want to tarnish your squeaky-clean image,” he added, his tone light and teasing.

You watched as he reached for his glass, taking a long sip of the remaining wine. As he set the glass down, he gave you a playful wink. “Until next time, then,” he said, before turning and heading towards the door.

[ikeromantic]

Hello. For the New Year's asks may I request Sariel and horseback and gingerbread? Thx

Oooh this one was a little hard! I hadn't considered pairing Sariel with those options, but I had a good time coming up with a scene ^_^ I hope you enjoy! Approx. 1300 words of our favorite devilish councillor! IkePri New Years Event story!

Sariel grinned at the awkward way Emma sat in front of him on the horse. “No one is going to believe you were gentle-born with that kind of seat,” he admonished. 

“There’s literally no one out here.” She gripped the saddle horn tightly as if it was the only thing keeping her on the mount, and not Sariel’s arm around her waist.

“You can never be sure who might be watching.” He snugged her back against him, hoping to reassure her that she was in no danger of falling off.

Emma glanced at him over her shoulder. “You’re right. As usual.” She sighed. “So how would I make this look more . . . normal?”

“First, sit up and let go of the saddle horn.” Sariel nudged her arms. “No high born lady would lean forward like that unless she was racing. And that is a wholly different sort of saddle.”

“But . . .” Her expression was conflicted. She wanted to trust him, but riding along at a fast clip made her nervous. 

He eased their speed a little to make her less anxious. The last thing he wanted was to upset his lovely fiancée. 

She gave him a grateful smile and then carefully let go of the saddle horn. “Oh, oh my - Sariel! I feel like I’m going to slide off!” 

“You aren’t going anywhere. I promise.” He stroked her side with his thumb, to remind her he had a hold of her and wasn’t letting go. “Now sit straight. Not too stiffly. But, yes, like that.” 

Emma sat up, tense at first but she found a more relaxed pose as he spoke. “A-alright. Now what?”

“Lean back.”

“Lean - Sariel, that doesn’t sound right either.” She eyed him suspiciously. 

“It’s perfectly proper when riding with your betrothed. Besides, no one is watching.” He smiled the secret, sweet smile he kept just for her. It was still a devil’s grin, but full of love and unexpected joy. 

“But you said - you said -” She huffed, her expression going from surprise to outrage. Then she began to giggle. “You are really ridiculous. You could have just told me you wanted to snuggle.”

Sariel felt warmth blossom in his chest as she relaxed fully against him. The press of her body, even through their clothes, sent a thrill through him. He still didn’t understand how a devil like himself became the object of affection and love from such a woman. There was truly no justice in the world. But so long as he benefited from this particular injustice, he planned to enjoy it.

Emma turned her head and kissed him on his jaw. “So, my love, where are we headed? You were very mysterious about it when we left the palace.” 

“I needed to make sure we weren’t overheard. Or followed.” 

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this a special mission? Are we going to be gathering secret information? Meeting with spies? Fighting rebels?” 

Sariel chuckled. “Your imagination is running away with you.” He leaned his head closer and nipped her ear, then kissed the same spot.

She gave a surprised gasp, and then a pleased murmur. “Well . . . if you don’t want me to escape with my imagination, you better tell me where we’re going.” 

Her breath tickled across his throat and brought a heat to his cheeks that he hoped she wouldn’t see. “Trying to blackmail the devil? That’s a dangerous game.”

“Well, if you prefer I can resort to torture instead?” She nipped at his throat and he could feel the scrape of her sharp teeth beneath those sinfully soft lips. 

“It seems I’ve trained you too well.” Sariel gave her a wide smile, his eyes alight with desire. “If you keep that up, we’ll be late.”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “How does me biting you make the horse slower?”

“Because I happen to be the one with the reins. And when you do that, I am sorely tempted to stop, lift you off this horse, and make love to you wherever we happen to be. But you deserve so much better than mud beneath your perfect bottom.”

“Pffft,” she grinned. “Who says I’d be the one on the bottom?”

Sariel felt a flash of heat at the wickedness in her eyes. “I suppose you could opt for grass stains on your stockings . . .”

She batted her eyelashes at him. “You wouldn’t be a gentleman and set your coat down for me?”

“I’d be a gentleman and buy you new stockings.” He laughed and kissed her forehead. His hand slipped up her side to caress the swell of her breast. Sariel felt her reaction more than heard it. The sharp intake of breath, the slight arch in her back to push herself more fully into his hand. 

He rested the reins on the saddlehorn, certain his well trained mare would continue on even without his direction. The horse knew where they were going even if Emma did not. Then he slid his free hand up her leg, pushing her skirt out of his way.

“S-sariel! What are you doing? The - the horse -”

“Is going the right way.” He made it past her stocking and found the silky skin of her thighs. “I’ve always wondered about those books where the hero makes love to his maiden on horseback. Perhaps we can see how life resembles art?”

She gasped as his hand went higher still, teasing along the edge of her panties. “I - I don’t think - that is, it doesn’t seem very practic-ahhh!” Emma shivered with delight as his fingers danced over the taut fabric beneath her skirt.

“Hm. You’re likely right. Not practical. But entertaining.” He lifted her just a little so that she no longer sat on the saddle, but atop his thighs. “I think this would work better. And there’s a natural rhythm to riding. Only, you’d be riding me . . .”

This had the desired effect of both sending a tremor of excitement through her that he could feel, and bringing heat to her face. She looked as if she wasn’t sure whether or not he was serious. 

Sariel grinned. “Alas, we’ll have to save our experiment for a longer ride. We’re here, my dear.” 

Emma gave him a wanton look, somewhere between relief and frustration. “You are such a tease!”

“Don’t think of it as teasing. Think of it as an . . . apertif. Something to whet your appetite for what’s to come.” He eased her back onto the saddle and dismounted. Then he held his hand out to help her down.

“Where are we even? And what’s to come?” She looked around, curious. The cottage was nothing impressive on its own. Small and well kept. An old hideout, now turned to more . . . romantic purposes. The advantage of this place was the view. From here, it was possible to see the whole of Rhodolite’s capital spread out below. 

Emma’s eyes widened as she noticed the incredible vista, and she practically dragged him to the edge of the clearing. “Look! Sariel!” Then she whirled to hug him. “Is this why you brought me?”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, savoring the intimacy of this rare private moment. “That’s part of it. Mostly, I just wanted you to myself for a little while.” Sariel turned her about in his arms so that she could see the view while leaned against him. 

Before she could say more, fireworks began to shoot up into the sky above the city. From this distance, they looked like little colorful bursts of sparkling light, only a little closer than the stars. He’d wanted to share this with her. A sight he’d only ever seen alone, and he’d been too busy scheming to enjoy it. But tonight, with her in his arms, it felt strange and lovely. Something new in the wrappings of something old.