#so much neck space to kiss 💋

[pedro-pedrito-pascalito]

„Hey sexy lady.“

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hiii new anon here! Is it possible to request the Hazbin Hotel boys with a wheelchair user reader? (It’s alright if not! I love your writing so much! Keep it up! 💖)

Hellooooooo new anon 💋 thanks for the request! And THANK YOUUU ILYSM AAAHH 💖🥹 you guys have really been hyping me up. AND IM AT 40 REQUESTS RN LIKE ??? HELLO HI WHAT IS HAPPENING 😵‍💫 I hope I did okay on this…enjoy~

Notes: gn!reader, sorry this is short :(

TW: lap sitting, other than that just fluff :)

Hazbin boys x wheelchair user!reader 🎀

Lucifer 🍎

Often tries to push you around everywhere. He just wants to help but if that bothers you, he’ll happily give you space to wheel yourself around.

Will still do other things to help you out too like open doors for you, adjust tables so you can sit at them comfortably, goes to get you something you might have forgotten just so you don’t have to push yourself all the way back to it.

Sorry but he’s gonna very randomly and very frequently sit in your lap. He likes it, it’s comfy and it’s always right there fully open for him. He’ll just fall into your lap, wrap his arms around your neck and nuzzle his face up to yours.

Very helpful with other things you may need help with like reaching things that are too high up or assisting you when you need to get out of your chair for any reason.

WILL ABSOLUTELY PICK YOU UP AND CARRY YOU SO TIGHTLY AS HE FLIES YOU TO WHEREVER YOU NEED TO GO

“Luci, babe…this is kinda extravagant, don’t you think? I just needed to go talk to Husk, I can get myself there just fine.”

“Yeah, but I get to touch you this way~”

What a flirt, omffggg ❤️‍🔥

Angel Dust 🕸️

So many dirty jokes and horrible pickup lines.

“Oooh, best seat in the house~” as he sits on your lap before covering your face in giggly kisses

“Yeah, I think they fucked up their legs fallin’ for me.”

“Fuck you, Angel!” And now he’s cracking up laughing while also apologizing.

He’s actually kinda a worry wart so he’s gonna check up on you a lot. He knows you’re strong and brave and you’re used to this by now but he can’t help but worry about you all the time.

He knows you can handle yourself but he worries about others picking on you and taking advantage of your disability

His fav pastime is sitting in your lap while you wheel yourself as fast as you can down the long hallways of the hotel

Sitting in your lap while you do wheelies gets him squealing with laughter

He also offers to push you pretty much every day and if you say yes, he happily takes over while you sit back and relax. If you say no, he totally understands and follows along beside you still.

Very much understands any boundaries you have about you and your mobility. Hes a consent king okay?

Although he never asks before he grabs the handles of your chair and yanks you all the way back until you’re nearly parallel with the sky, then he smirks down at you before leaning in for a hot and passionate kiss. Not too long later, he sits you back up to your regular position and continues on his way, leaving you a blushing mess with your heart beating so hard you think you might die again.

And he never gets over the shocked face you wear every time he does that. He loves that shit 🩷

Husk 🃏

Okay this guy is so nonchalant about it like “okay cool…and?”

He sees that you are used to this, that you handle this with such grace and skill. You impress him everyday and he adores youuu~

Will often offer to help you up on the barstools if your chair is too low to reach the bar.

Holds doors for you, always runs to push the elevator button for you, just likes to go out of his way to be a gentleman for you.

Even if you insist you don’t need his help, he’ll argue, “Baby, you’re my partner. I think my love language is acts of service or some shit like that. I dunno, I tried to read the book and got tired. But I love ya so you’re just gonna have to get used to me and how I show love. Trust me, I’d do this stuff no matter what.”

He’s honestly just such a polite and considerate guy when it comes to you. He doesn’t never mean to be overbearing or treat you different, he just wants you to be comfortable so he always tries to push you around.

“Husky, I can push myself.” You sigh as he takes hold of the handles on your chair and brings you along to the bar with him.

“I know you can.” And he’s just smirking from behind you as you roll your eyes.

And his pace will slow for a sec as he leans over to kiss the top of your head.

He just really loves when he’s pushing you and he sees your head tilt back and your shoulders relax- you just seem calm

Sir Pentious 🐍

Homeboy is absolutely gonna try to invent and build cool shit for you. Mostly just cool add-ons to your chair like something to make it smoother or faster or more sturdy or even add a cup holder? Idk

If you ask him not to push you around, you will not have to tell him twice 🫡 he respects you and your boundaries

Buuttttt he is often seen resting one hand on the handle of your chair as he slithers along beside you throughout the hotel

He just wants to be touching you in some way and touching your chair is enough for him.

Loves to come bounding up to you with exciting new projects he’s working on and will wrap his entire self around you as he shows you his work

“Pen? Can you push me back to my room? I’m just so tired…” you ask him after a long day of helping out around the hotel therefore a long day of pushing yourself around.

He’s actually so excited and full of love rn, like he’s beaming with joy as he nods and rushes to you.

“Yesssssss, my darling! Anything for you~”

And he’s so fucking careful with you- we all know Sir Pentious is a clutz and a goofball but he is so extra cautious when pushing you around.

Makes sure not to bump your feet or knees or any other part of you into anything.

Goes sooooooo slow over any bumps, humps or ledges.

Asks like 457 times if you’re okay and smiles everytime you say “Yes, babe. I’m good. Thanks.”

Vox 🖥️

Does not mean to offend but he tells you he would happily build something that could have you up and walking with ease.

If you’re down to try, he’s more than happy to experiment!

If you’re more than happy staying in your chair, he completely understands but still tries to give your chair some upgrades.

Adds a phone to your chair so you can always contact him

Also watches your every move everywhere you go through his cams bc he doesn’t want some dickhead to think they can take advantage of you

Loves when you come into his work room where all his screens are bc it’s a bit crammed in there so it can be hard to get your chair around. Therefore, Vox loves to pick you up and sit you in his lap while he works.

He’ll press soft kisses to your neck and let his claws travel up and down your arms as you melt into him

And when you finally ask to go back to your chair, it turns into a playful fight.

“Aww, (Y/N). I was just getting comfy. What if I just keep you here.” As he hugs you tight, speaking in a teasing tone.

“Vox, I swear to Satan! You better put me back in my chair right now or-“

“Noooo~ I don’t think so.”

And he just continues to enjoy your company even as you pout and huff.

Alastor 🩸

Always uses his shadow or his tentacles to lift you up and whisk you around.

Doesn’t ever really ask for permission or even warn you before he picks you up and carries you to and from your chair.

“Oh! Alastor. I can do it on my own. Really, I’m fine.”

“Nonsense, sweetheart. The pleasure is all mine. What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t assist my love with getting around?”

He doesn’t have much of a filter, nor does he understand boundaries or personal space

So he will just grab ahold of you and wheel you around to his hearts content regardless of your protests.

One time, he unexpectedly rolled you up to his radio tower, wearing a particular cheery smile.

“Come, dear! I’m just about to start my podcast. Care to join me~?” He holds his hand out to you from across the room, waiting for your okay

As you give him a nod, his shadow lifts you and carries you to him as he sits at his desk, you being lowered down onto his lap soon after.

“Lucky you! Up close and personal for tonight’s show. Aww, and look at those flushed cheeks! What a doll you are~”

Alastor loves to sit you in his lap and then make fun of how flustered you get. It doesn’t happen often, him getting all close and touchy with you so when it does happen, you always panic and start stuttering.

He really gets a kick out of you being in a less than ideal situation and not being able to get out of it without him letting you. He’s a sick fuck, what’d you expect? He does it out of love~ ❤️‍🔥

[flowerxbunnie]

hiiii i really love ur smuts and i have a suggestion that i’d DIEE if you’d consider.

Okay so it’s a matt one and y/n and matt are in a relationship like IN LOVEEE. and they have seggs for the first time and he’s really sweet and romantic. like dominant but in a sweet way. no degrading just comforting and sweet. also mention how BIG he is and how she’s like strugglinggg but he’s so sweet to herrr. TYSM LUV YA💋💋

Unexplored

Matt x Fem Reader

Warnings: SMUT. virgin!reader, experienced matt, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (assume you’re on the pill)

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR!

6.1k words

The car door closes gently behind you, a warm palm caressing the small of your back as you walk towards Matt’s apartment. He guides you up the steps and to the front door, grabbing his keys off of his carabiner to fiddle with the lock. He gets the door open and extends his arm out, letting you enter first just like he always does.

The smell of sandalwood floods your nose, a scent you’ve associated with the warmth of his space. Every Saturday he takes you on a different date he meticulously plans before both of you come back to his apartment, doing puzzles or watching movies or rotting your brains on TikTok together for hours.

You take your heels off and place them on the shoe rack next to the door, giggling as you shrink about four inches in height next to Matt.

“What’s wrong, short stack?” He chuckles as he teases you, his hands gripping onto your waist and pulling you close.

“Not a thing.” You look up at him as he peers down at you, his brunette hair falling over his forehead messily. You reach up and gently brush the strands back out of his face, watching as his eyes flutter shut before locking onto yours again.

“You’re beautiful, have I told you that before?” He asks in a hushed tone.

“A couple times, I think.” You reply with flushed cheeks, throwing your arms lazily around his neck.

His grip on your waist tightens as he lets his eyes drift their gaze down to your lips. They wander down your neck, collarbones, down your chest, and all the way to the floor before traveling back up. He can’t help but drink in the sight of you. You interlock your fingers around him as you stand up on your tiptoes.

You place a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, his prickly stubble brushing against your lips. You move to the other side, placing another small kiss to the other corner, but this time he turns his head, his soft lips meeting your own. You kiss slowly, your lips melting together. You can taste the chocolate ice cream on his lips, something you always stop for after your dates.

Matt opens his mouth, allowing you to deepen the kiss and explore it with your tongue. You can feel your heart beating hard in your chest, and you hope more than anything that he can feel it too. You want him to know just how crazy you are about him. How much your body craves his touch.

Your stomach starts to tighten into knots just thinking about it. Matt has been incredibly patient with you your entire relationship. It’s been three months, but you haven’t allowed yourself to give in just yet. He’s never made you feel like a burden or like you have to do anything, he’s never once pressured you or tried to talk you into anything. You’ve never been able to get past this hurdle with anyone, as much as you’ve wanted to. You’ve let your own fears hold you back. But this time is different. You’re ready for more, ready to give yourself to him. You don’t know what exactly it is that changed, but your body burns with lust for Matt despite how nervous you may be.

You sink back down onto your heels and Matt leans down with you, refusing to break the kiss. His hands glide down the curves of your waist and move to settle on your ass, giving it a light squeeze. You let out a small whimper into his mouth and hear a sigh escape from his lips. You move your shaking hands to the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers into the curly hair at the base and give them a light tug, pulling him off gently.

“C-can we move this to the bed?” You croak out, the words feeling foreign.

“Yeah, um..” he blinks quickly and clears his throat. “Of course we can.”

His mind races with thoughts that he desperately tries to hold back. He wants nothing more than to make a mess of you, to touch you in the places nobody else has. There’s something about knowing he’ll be the first person to corrupt you that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up and sends a rush of blood below his belt.

You give him a meek smile, trying your best to hide the crimson glow that’s made its way across your face. You grab onto his hand and follow behind him as you walk quietly to his room through the dark hallway. Your heart pulses loudly in your ears with each step you take. You both cross the threshold and his hand immediately reaches for the light switch, but you bring your own free hand over his to stop him.

“Can we leave it off? Maybe.. just turn on a lamp or something?” You ask quietly.

An eager look flashes across his face as he nods, letting go of your hand to go turn his table lamp on, illuminating the room with its subtle glow. He sits on the edge of his bed and you join him, fidgeting with your rings while trying to calm your nerves.

He turns sideways to face you, brushing your hair behind your ear and placing a gentle kiss to your cheekbone. “My pretty girl.” He whispers.

You turn your head towards him and smile as his fingertips caress your face. He looks into your eyes with a questioning look, almost asking without words if you’re sure about what you’re leading him into. You swallow thickly and grip onto the fabric of his shirt, pulling him close before you mesh your lips together again. He tilts his head as he kisses back, your tongues dancing with each other slowly. Your skin grows hot, every fiber of your being consumed with the thought of Matt taking you as his.

You turn your body to face him, your free hand reaching up to grip his jaw, feeling as the muscle clenches and moves as he works his mouth against your own. You feel the warmth of his hands meet your knees, sliding up your thighs and bringing a tantalizing electricity with them. They reach the hem of your dress and toy with it, sliding it up ever so slightly.

He pulls away from the kiss, whispering softly, “Is this okay?”

You nod lightly and he immediately pushes the fabric up your soft legs allowing them to part. He pulls you to straddle his lap, scooting back and positioning the both of you so that his back is against the headboard.

He has to hold back a groan as he looks up at you, your legs slung around both sides of his waist, lighting a primal fire deep inside of him. His jaw hangs slack as he squeezes the plush skin of your thighs, working his way up to your exposed panty line. He hooks his fingers into it and rubs his thumbs against the elastic. You run your nails up and down his arms and his body reacts to your touch, flooding his skin with goosebumps.

“Matt..” You breathe out, biting your lip as he directs his full attention to you. “I want to do this. I need to.”

A hitched breath escapes his lips as he nods eagerly, your doe eyes making his stomach do a flip. “And if you need to stop, I-”

You cut him off there, bringing a finger to his lips. “I know, Matt. I trust you.”

A cheesy grin flashes across his face, his eyes lighting up. It’s soon replaced with an urgency, an overwhelming need. He brushes your hair to your back and slides his fingers beneath the straps of your dress, pulling them down your shoulders slowly. His lips pepper the skin with warm, wet kisses, trailing across your collarbones to give the other shoulder just as much attention.

You lean your head back as your head swims, growing fuzzier by the second. Your mind is saturated with pleasure as his lips inch up your neck, teasing the sensitive skin with featherlight nips and licks. You can’t help but moan as he sucks a mark into the skin right below your ear.

“God, you sound so pretty.” He mumbles against your neck, “I knew you would.”

With every touch you allow him to give to your body he feels his own pulse quicken. His pants feel tighter, his skin suddenly feels hot, and all he wants to do is rip your clothes off. He bites back the temptations of rushing into things too quickly. He wants to make this last, to see every lust drunk look on your face as he shows you a pleasure you’ve never known.

He pulls back slowly and his eyes drift down to focus on what his hands are doing. He slips the neckline of your dress below your breasts and your chest is fully exposed to him, your nipples taut and aching in the chill of the air. His cock twitches at the sight of your plump round skin almost begging to be touched. He grabs ahold of each one with his hands, cupping and squeezing at them. He picks them up and lets them drop a few times, eyes locked as he watches them bounce inches from his face.

A split second later he leans forward and takes your left nipple into his mouth, his warm saliva sending shivers down your spine. You can’t help but to arch your back, this new feeling sending shockwaves through your body. You lace your hands into his hair, holding him against you as he softly sucks on your nipple. He pulls off with a pop and shoots you a smirk, moving to the other side to flick his tongue across it before placing a kiss to it.

“So perfect.” He mutters between kisses as he travels up the valley of your breasts back up to your neck.

You become suddenly aware of the bulge growing in his pants as his hips jolt up, rubbing against your clothed core deliciously. You take in a sharp breath before following suit, grinding your hips slowly along with him and creating a new friction between your bodies. He can’t help but move his hands to your waist, pressing you down and guiding you forward and back against his erection. You both share shaky exhales and moans as you continue like this, your bodies aching to be closer. Your core throbs and builds up an uncomfortable heat just desperate to be filled, and his dick is stiff to the point of discomfort wanting to feel the warmth of your body.

You push yourself from the hold you had on his chest for stability, leaning back to fumble with the buckle of his belt. His hands come to rest atop your own, stopping you in your tracks and shaking his head.

“Not yet baby, I can wait. Wanna make you feel good first.” He whispers with a grin. “Come lay down up here.”

You gulp and do as you’re told, hopping off his lap to replace his spot against the headboard. He grabs your dress and shimmies it down your body, lifting your legs to pull it all the way off and discard it beside the bed. You’re left lying below him, exposed all except your panties. His eyes rake over every inch of your body, and you can’t help but feel self conscious. He takes note as he clocks your facial expression, and his hands immediately start sliding across your skin.

“I can’t believe how perfect you are.” He mumbles with a smile.

“You think so?” You ask, bringing your knees together subconsciously as a way of covering what little bit of dignity you have left.

“Fuck yes I do.” He answers, his hands coming to your knees to spread them back apart.

He lays down and props himself up on his elbows between your thighs, hot air fanning against your skin with every breath he takes. His eyes are dark with hooded lids, piercing into your own as he lowers his head.

He places a soft kiss to the fabric and then kitten licks your clothed pussy, the warmth causing your stomach to tense and your hands to grip onto the sheets. He brings one hand up to rub his fingers across your clit, and even with the layer of cloth separating you from his rough fingertips you feel waves of pleasure flooding through your veins.

He increases the pressure and starts rubbing in a rhythm, eyes locked with yours the entire time. You bite your lip as you move your hips along with him, desperate for more hypnotic friction.

“You let me know what feels good and what doesn’t, okay baby? Wanna make this good for you.” He assures you before he places a few soft kisses to the skin of your inner thighs.

You nod and sink down onto the pillow, allowing yourself to relax and melt into him. He starts slowly pulling your panties down your legs, scooting back a little so he can get them fully off. He lets out a sigh as he parts your thighs once more, spreading your core with his two hands and licking his lips. The primal flame grows, a fever creeping through his veins as he takes in the sight of your pink, dripping heat.

“Look at that,” he places a soft kiss to the mound of skin just above your clit, “so wet already.” He runs his thumb down your folds, collecting your arousal before bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean. “Tastes so fucking good too.”

He dips his head down and licks a hot stripe up your center, his tongue flat and warm against you. You take in a shaky breath, your back arching off the bed and your thighs squeezing around his head. Matt lets out a deep hum as he holds your legs apart, lapping his tongue across your entrance. The vibration rumbles through your core perfectly, and your body feels so good you can’t help but squeeze at the own skin of your thighs, needing something to channel the overwhelming sensations into.

“M-matt.. it feels so.. oh my god.” You struggle with your words, your brain swimming as he sucks your tender bud lightly.

He feels a deep satisfaction knowing he’s the first to taste you, the first to make you feel so good that you can’t do anything but squirm and grasp at anything you can reach.

“I’m gonna put a finger in, okay baby?” He asks as he lifts up on his elbows. “It might feel weird at first but it shouldn’t hurt. You let me know though, got it?” He says in a serious tone.

You nod and lift your head up to get a better view as he rubs his middle finger up and down your folds, drenching it with your arousal. You see it glistening in the light before he slowly inserts it, his eyes flicking up to your own and back down to his job at hand continuously. The feeling of his slender finger slipping in and brushing against your plush walls makes your core throb, and he doesn’t stop until his knuckle is flush with your folds.

“Alright, it’s all the way in.” He speaks softly.

Slowly and carefully he pulls it all the way back out, a husky groan falling from his lips when he sees that his finger is drenched, covered in your body’s visible need.

“M-matt..” you whine, feeling suddenly empty.

“Hm?” He hums, slowly guiding his finger back into your heat.

Your hips buck involuntarily, the rough pad of his finger brushing a sensitive spot deep inside of you. He smirks and curls his finger into it again, a smug satisfaction creeping up as you clench your stomach and moan lightly.

“You’ve never been able to find that spot yourself, have you baby?” He asks, curling his fingers into the spongy mound over and over.

All you can do is shake your head, hips lifting off the bed as you squirm and pant. He shushes you quietly and brings his free hand to press into the skin of your hip, holding you down into the mattress right where he wants you. He begins pumping his finger in and out, the sensation causing you to whimper and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Shhh, I know. Let me take care of you.” He whispers, his face dipping down and his hot breath fanning over your stomach. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

His lips place a light, lingering kiss to your swollen bud, sending sparks through your abdomen as his finger prods at your walls. He places one more quick kiss to it before he wraps his lips around your clit, using his tongue to swirl around the sensitive flesh. His free hand roams around your body, squeezing at your hips, lightly tracing your ribcage and moving all the way down to knead at the skin of your thigh.

“That’s feels so…” You let out a long drawn out moan as he kitten licks your clit, “oh my god, Matt.”

He hums against you, his ego stroked knowing he’s making you crumble beneath him. He pulls back briefly, his voice strained and deep. “I know, angel. You’re doing so good.”

His praise causes your stomach to roll and a moan threatens to fall into the air, but you hold it back with a harsh bite of your bottom lip.

Matt knows his words have an effect on you. He can feel as the inner workings of your body clench and throb around him when he does something you like, and he needs more.

“Such a good girl,” he coos, looking up at you through his lashes as he adds another finger into your slit, “let’s get you nice and loosened up for me, okay? Let me know if it’s too much.”

You feel his ring finger slip in, stretching your skin and pushing up into your slick heat. He moves them simultaneously, coaxing your sensitive nerves as you writhe around, whimpering and circling your hips.

“O-oh.. Matt..” you breathe out shakily.

His dick twitches when you say his name like that. He brings his mouth back down to your clit, sucking and lapping at it faster than before. His fingers pump in and out in a steady rhythm, working at every angle to bring you closer to the edge.

Your stomach feels so tight it could burst and your brain is foggy, almost drunk off the pleasure. He doesn’t let up, he moans and groans against your core and nearly has his face buried into your pussy. You could almost count each individual strand of stubble as it scratches against your thighs, an addicting pain that you wish you never had to stop feeling.

“M-matt.. I think..” you whine out, lacing your fingers into his curls and tugging, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap.

“Mmm..” he pulls back. “I know, baby. I can tell.”

He dips back down, savoring your taste as he flicks his tongue across your aching clit. You feel the tension in your stomach building as you buck your hips up, but Matt doesn’t push your hip down this time. He follows you up, never letting his tongue leave your pink bud as he works against it.

You finally topple over the edge, your pussy contracting around his fingers tightly as your body floods with dopamine. You hold him against your core as he coaxes your orgasm out, grinding against his mouth and fingers until you’re spent.

He watches as you lie back, your chest heaving with every deep breath you take. A small grin plays at his lips as he watches, knowing it’s the first time a man has made you feel this way. He can’t help but get excited, palming his uncomfortable erection through his jeans while he watches you drink in your post orgasm bliss.

“Was it good?” He croaks, his thumb sweeping over his aching head through the fabric.

“Mmmm,” you hum, eyes shut and your arms sprawled out. Your legs are still open, your glistening pussy directly in his line of sight, still slightly twitching and throbbing, your arousal coating your folds. “So good.” Your voice is laced with pleasure.

He takes in a shaky breath, tightening his veiny hand around his length and bucking his hips into his palm. He can’t help the groan that falls from his lips and causes you to open your eyes, leaning your head up to look at him.

His jaw clenches as he makes eye contact with you, his hips squirming and his hand moving back and forth across his aching cock. “Have you ever sucked a dick before?” His words sound so filthy as they roll of his lustful tongue, but he’s asking out of genuine curiosity.

“I…” you start, a dark pink flush spreading across your already hot cheeks. “No… I haven’t.”

A quiet groan grumbles from his chest, his head falling back as he gives his dick one last squeeze through his pants. He moves his hand up, slowly pulling the end of the belt from his belt loops. “That’s okay, I’ll tell you how.”

You gulp and nod, sitting up to help him with the buckle. Your hand brushes against his hardened dick and it twitches, begging to be freed from the constraint of the layers holding it back. You finally get the belt undone, pulling it from the loops and tossing it aside. Your hands scramble to the button of his jeans, getting it open and the zipper down before pulling them down his thighs. He reaches up and pulls his shirt over his head, his muscles contracting with every move.

He lets out a sigh as you pull his pants completely off, his dick stretching the fabric of his boxers to its limit. There’s a small wet stain where his head lays, his swollen tip oozing precum.

His hand reaches out and grabs yours, sitting it down on top of his still covered length. He presses your hand down and takes in a small gasp of air, jutting his hips up from the sensation. You flutter your eyelashes and look up at him as you wrap your small hand around him, feeling his warmth and thickness.

“Get down on your knees for me, baby.” he whispers, shuffling off the bed to his feet.

You oblige, standing up in front of him and dropping down, your hands resting on his thighs. He strokes your hair lovingly, tucking the loose strands behind your ear and rubbing his thumb across your cheekbone. With his free hand he loops his thumb into the elastic waistband of his underwear and slides it down slowly, inch by inch of his cock becoming more exposed before it slaps against his stomach. He chuckles as your eyes widen, a satisfaction coming through that he can’t hold back.

“M-Matt.. that’s not gonna fit in my mouth.” You say matter of factly, observing the entire length, the curve and the veins that cascade up to his head.

“It’s okay,” he reassures with another stroke of your hair. “You can try. If it doesn’t I’ll show you what to do.”

He grips his base and begins slowly pumping himself, your eyes watching his every move. He brings the head against your lips and rubs it back and forth, coaxing your mouth open. He lets out a small moan as the underside of his tip brushes against your warm tongue, stimulating his sensitive nerves just right. You move your tongue left and right, feeling every dip and groove of his head and coating it in your saliva. You open your mouth wider and wrap your lips around his head, giving a small suck before you pop back off.

“F-fuck..” he groans, moving his hand to grip the roots of your hair on the back of your head. “You’re doing so good already. Open up a little wider, angel.”

You let your jaw fall open, relaxing your tongue and letting it lay flat as he slides his cock deeper into your mouth. You can feel his veins rolling against your tongue as he pushes in slowly, taking his time and being careful to not make you gag. As much as he’d like to make you a drooling mess with his length shoved down your throat, he wants to take care of you and make sure this first time is special.

He stops once he can feel he’s near the back of your throat, and you can feel his muscles tighten as he holds back the urge to thrust. “Now you just suck, move your tongue around, whatever. There’s no real science to it.” He explains gruffly, pulling out just a bit before pushing back into the same spot.

You close your lips around him, sucking and bobbing your head back and forth, his hand gripping tighter on the back of your head. Groans and shaky breaths spill from his lips, his stomach clenching as he bites his tongue, sticking it to the inside of his cheek.

“God baby, so fucking pretty with your lips around my dick.” He coos, wrapping his hand into your hair in a makeshift ponytail.

You feel a little brave, wanting to make him feel better than he is now, and decide to let his head touch the back of your throat. Your throat instinctively clenches, a low gagging sound rumbling through you as your mouth floods with saliva. You look up at him in embarrassment as you pull his member from your lips, a string of spit following as you lean back.

“I’m sorry..” you say meekly, your ears growing hot.

“Hey,” he says in a low, hushed tone, “don’t apologize.” He grips your chin, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb and pulling your mouth back open. He exhales when he slides his length back in. “I think it’s so hot. My pretty girl choking on me. Fuck…” He juts his hips forward, hitting the back of your throat again to elicit the same sound.

His dick twitches at the sound, and your eyes well with tears from the sensation. He pumps himself in and out of your mouth slowly, not going nearly as deep to make sure you don’t have to gag again.

“Wrap your hand around the bottom, yeah.. fuck… just like that.. jerk it a little..” he speaks softly, groaning between his words.

You continue sucking what you can comfortably fit in your mouth, twisting your hand around his base. His breathing picks up and strings of curses fall from his lips.

“Doing so good for me.. fuck. Yeah, like that baby. You look so good sucking me off.”

He continues guiding your head up and down, the sound of his grunts filling up the room as you work him towards his climax. But before he can finish, he pulls your head back by your hair and smiles down at you.

“Get back on the bed.” He says gently with a nod of his head in that direction. He grabs your hands and lifts you to your feet, taking notice of your red knees with a smirk.

You sit down on the bed, your hair fanning out behind you as you lay back onto the pillows. He crawls up your body, placing kisses on your sore knees, up your thighs, up your stomach and through the valley of your breasts until he reaches your puffy lips.

He places a soft peck onto your lips before smashing them together, inhaling deeply as he places his hand softly around your throat. His other arm rests by your head, holding him up so that he hovers above you. Your body starts to almost tremble, both of your most sensitive parts inches away from touching. You reach up and grip his shoulders and he pulls away from the kiss, making direct eye contact.

He opens his mouth to speak. “I just want you to know if you need to stop at any point, let me know. I’d never be upset or disappointed or-”

“Shhh.. I know.” You interrupt him with a giggle, your stomach filled with butterflies already.

He gives you a soft smile and a satisfied hum before he sits back on his knees, his dick twitching as he spreads your thighs and lines himself up at your entrance. Your body feels like it’s burning from the inside out as his skin brushes against yours, every movement making your pulse quicken. He runs his head through your folds, collecting your sticky arousal and coating himself with it before he pushes in.

He lets out a low groan as he feels the resistance of your walls pushing back at him. “You’re so tight.. fuck.” Matt truly doesn’t care if you’re a virgin or not, but the fact that you are, the fact that he’s the first one to taint your innocence drives him crazy to no end.

You let out a small whimper, feeling your entrance stretching around him. It’s not painful, but you can’t exactly say it feels good either. He looks up at you and stops his movements, allowing you some time to adjust to his size.

“All good so far?” He asks, reaching up to squeeze your hip reassuringly.

You only nod, your fingers absentmindedly gripping at the bedsheets. He reaches his hand down and grabs one of yours, bringing it to his lips and placing soft kisses on every knuckle. He pushes in just a bit more, using every ounce of restraint in his body to not shove in to the hilt. His body is flooded with desire, a need to fill you up with his length, to be the first man to feel your plush walls wrapped around him.

“F-fuck..” you whimper quietly, your eyes squeezed shut and your face curled up in discomfort. “It’s so big.. I don’t know if it’ll all fit..” You breathe out as you open your watery eyes to look up at him.

His stomach tightens at your innocent words, he knows it was just an observation but he can’t help but feel so praised and turned on. He lets out a small chuckle and pushes one of your legs up so that your knee rests next to your shoulder.

“It’ll fit, baby. Gotta give it some time.” He whispers, pushing in a little more.

Your walls are slowly loosening up, accommodating to the size of the man above you. The new angle allows him to slip in a little easier so that you’re now taking half of his length.

“Doing so good. Nice and wet for me too.” He coos, reaching his thumb down to brush over your aching clit.

The sensation makes your back arch, your pelvis tilting and ultimately pushing further down onto Matt’s cock, earning a low primal moan from him. With the amount of discipline he’s put himself through tonight, he grips onto your calf, his fingers leaving impressions and his knuckles white.

“T-try not to move.. fuck.. that felt so good.” He croaks, his voice laced with need.

You finally decide you’ve had enough of the waiting, enough time trying to stretch around his thickness. You begin to move your hips, slowly bucking them up and down. His cock slides in and out of your pussy with each hypnotic movement and his eyes widen.

“S-shit..” he breathes, gripping onto the back of your other thigh and pushing it up, leaving you spread completely open.

Your pain dwindles and you start to feel sparks of pleasure. Brisk, rapid moans escape your lips as he moves his hips forward slowly. You almost sound as if you’re in pain, so he stops and starts to ease out of you.

“M-matt.. no, please. Please move.” You beg, reaching up to caress his jaw.

All of his restraint is thrown out the window when he hears you plead so genuinely for him. He slowly pushes his hips all the way forward until his hipbones are flush with the backs of your thighs, your walls swallowing him whole and clenching around him as they accept his length.

“So fucking good. You’re doing perfect.” He praises in a hushed voice, pulling out and pushing all the way back in with ease, his dick coated and wet.

You let out a cry as his tip kisses your g spot and he squeezes your thigh, moving his hips in a rhythm so that he does it over and over again.

“M-Matt..” his name falls off your lips like honey.

“Hm?” He grunts out, his thrusts maintaining a slow rhythm.

“More.. I.. I need more.” You choke out, your body tingling and pulsing with a growing pleasure.

“You sure, baby?” He asks, “you don’t think it’ll be too much?”

“Please.” you spit out a single worded beg, batting your eyes up at him.

He can’t say no to you, the girl he loves yearning for more of him. He picks up his pace and his strokes become harder, his hipbones slapping against you repeatedly. He brings one of his hands to your bouncing tits, gripping one and massaging the skin with his rough fingertips. Moans and whimpers echo off the walls of his bedroom as he goes ever so slightly faster, pulling you further down the bed in an attempt to be as deep as he possibly can into your wet heat.

“Taking it so well, baby. Tell me how you feel.” He groans out, feeling himself falling closer and closer to the edge of climax.

“I… I.. fuck.” You whimper, reaching up to grip onto his biceps, your nails digging into his skin.

“C’mon… tell me.” He prods, leaning down to ghost his lips over your ear. “You like my dick as much as I like feeling you wrapped around it, hm?”

“Y-yes!” You nearly scream as he gives you an extra rough thrust.

His breath hitches and he hums contently, his dick twitching as his seed threatens to spill. He holds it back with everything he has, knowing he wants you to come undone around him before he even thinks about finishing. He leans back up and uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit, the bud pulsing and throbbing beneath his touch. “C’mon baby, let it out.”

Your stomach tenses and releases over and over as you feel your pleasure climbing to a peak. You arch up and give in to the feeling, your walls clenching around Matt’s cock with every wave that crashes and floods your senses. He fucks you steady as he watches you ride out your high, relishing in every moan of his name and flutter of your eyes.

“F-fuck… such a good girl, did so good for me.” He croaks out, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uneven.

With one final rough thrust he pushes in completely to the base, pumping his hot seed deep inside your core. He pulls out and lets his head rest on your clit, jerking himself until the remnants of his release are dripping down your folds.

Your legs give out and fall to either side of him, still shaking and twitching as you catch your breath. He crawls up and settles beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling your head onto his sweaty chest. You can hear his heart thumping and pounding against his sternum as you lay together, naked and vulnerable, your skin sticking together.

Your fingers trail up his stomach and his muscles twitch beneath them as they climb higher. He kisses your hair gently, brushing it out of your face and down your back.

“That was so…” you start, pausing to take a deep breath.

“Yeah, I know. Shh.. just rest a minute.” He whispers, finishing your thought while tracing shapes down your spine.

Your eyes flutter closed and you feel so at peace with him that you drift off lying on his chest, lulled to sleep by the sound of his steady breathing and the warmth of his skin.

When your eyes flutter open you hear the sound of his bathtub filling with water and low music playing on his speaker, but see no sign of Matt. You sit up and look around, stretching your arms above your head. His bedroom door creaks open and he walks in quietly holding two towels, a warm smile spread across his face when he sees you’ve woken up.

“Hi, sleepy girl. Just got these out of the dryer, let’s get you cleaned up.”

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[prettiestofpisces]

Kate Martin x Stylist!Reader

Headcannon

💋: just some McKissing

pt. 2 is out

—— ◦◦,`°.✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽.°`,◦◦——

•★ as a beginner stylist you had little clientele so once kate’s team reached out in hopes to be styled by you, it was an immediate yes

°★your first meeting you sat down face to face with kate taking in her height, her crystal blue eyes, and long blonde hair

•★ “i know you like your suits, but how do you feel about color?” “let’s do it” she shrugged.

°★ this is what lead to kate’s bright coral suit to see the president

★the trip to washington was only for a day and so unexpected, you tagged along and stayed with kate in her hotel room

.★ so, before leaving the hotel, you made it your mission to complete kate’s final look. adding the little details, necklaces, rings, etc.

face to face you tidied the collar of kate’s suit..

“don’t have too much fun with mr.president” you giggled.

she looked at you and licked her lips

“i won’t if you’re not there”

this little comment changed the trajectory of your entire relationship with the blonde.

°★ before the season started and you began styling and curating pieces just for kate you needed to get her lengths and measurements.

•★ in each others personal space you wrapped your measuring tape around kate’s waist, back to front as she held onto yours

°★ your body heated up feeling her breath fan your face and her hands gripping you tight.

“28.5 inches” you whispered

“can i do it to you?” she looked down to meet your eyes

.★ shyly, you handed kate the measuring tape and she turned you around by the shoulders

°★ your backside on her front, kate wraps her hands around your waist, onto your stomach, her face comes to you neck peppering kisses, up and down and on your shoulder

.★after one last wet kiss to your neck she removes her hands from your stomach and turns you back around to look in her eyes

°★ “30 inches” you meet her with a smile, she’s too smooth…

[ssturniolo]

Matt sturniolo boyfriend hc’s !!

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - None :)

- He would 100% rather stay in with you and cuddle or just talk, rather than going out

- He loves giving you cute little kisses anywhere but your lips (nose, cheek, forehead, neck, jaw, etc.)

- He lovesss being the big spoon; it makes him feel like he’s protecting you 🤭

- not big on pda but he’ll always hold your hand or give quick kisses :)

- You can talk to him about anything. Literally anything and he’ll listen.

- takes you out on little dates at LEAST once a week, even if it’s as simple as a comfy movie night

- No matter how busy his schedule is, he’ll ALWAYS have time for you :)

- He loves spending time with you so much, but space is important for both of you so he knows when you just want to be alone it’s nothing against him

- Matt cares so much about you so when you’re feeling down or sick, you’re his number one priority no matter what

“Rough day princess? What can I do to help”

“I cleared our schedule for today so you can just rest, I know you need a break”

- You always find cute little pictures, videos, or sweet notes from him on your phone 🤭💋

- He seems really calm and quiet but a lot of the time he’s super energetic and talkative

- overall, he’s just an amazing boyfriend and will always be there for you no matter what

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

XOXO - Zoe

[dema-heart]

Lipstick stains 💋

Hobie x gn! Makeup wearing reader

Makeup but mostly lipstick

A little physical teasing, but nothing too saucy

Just a cute short

"Babe!" You yelled, leaning closer to the mirror to check your makeup. You hummed in approval at the cute but bold look. All that was missing was lipstick.

"Yeah?" Hobie peaked into the bathroom, tilting his head a bit. His eyes scanned you for a second as you waved him in. He smirked, hands coming to wrap around your waist and head resting on your shoulder.

"What can I do for a pretty doll like you?" He placed a quick kiss to your neck, making you shiver, before looking up at you through the mirror.

"I need you to pick a lip color for me, love." You relax against him, grinning playfully when you feel him tense as your hips connect. You give him a wink through the mirror, wiggling your hips against his playfully before turning around in his arms with a cheeky grin, booping his nose.

"None of that now, Hobie. I have somewhere to be here soon, so pick." You gesture behind you to his two choices for your lip look. He doesn't spare them a glance, the hands that now rest on your waist, holding you in a bruising grip. His gaze is hooded as he steps forward, forcing you against the counter and him.

He was pressed flush against you, his hands on your waist, causing you to arch slightly into him as he leaned down. You take a sharp breath before closing your eyes.

When nothing happens, you peak up at him only to see his teasing grin. Frowning, you watch as he leans away, holding up one of the lipsticks.

Rolling your eyes with a huff, you glare up at him, taking it from his hands as he backs off with a snicker.

"Thought you said you had somewhere to be." He teases, flashing a cheeky grin through the mirror as he leaned back against the wall.

"Shut up, Hobart."

You look at the lipstick humming in approval at the color before applying it.

With a pop of your lips, you smile into the mirror before turning to hobie.

"What do you think?" You make a silly face at him puckering your lips.

He shakes his head, laughing as he steps into your space.

"You look stunning, hun. Absolutely breathtaking as always"

You beam,smiling up at him as he leans down to peck your lips, careful not to smudge your lipstick.

"Well, aren't you a charmer. Come here." You motion for him to lean down, and he shakes his head, chuckling, already knowing what you're up to.

Gently, you grasp his chin, turning his face and planting a kiss on his cheek. Pressing your lips a bit hardder, you make sure your lipstick mark stains his cheek.

You can feel his face rise with his grin as you pull back. "There now we're both ready for the day."

"Yeah?" you're met with his cheeky grin and raised eyebrow. You always "accidentally" put on too much lipstick and just so happen to believe Hobie looks good with your kiss marked on his cheek all day.

Grinning, you tap his non-marked cheek with your hand sliding away before you really were late.

"I'll see you later Hobs, love you!"

You turn back to look at Hobie as you open the door, his goofy grin making the kiss mark more prominent. You snicker to yourself, knowing he's gonna proudly show it off when he goes to see his mates here soon.

"Love you too. Try to have a good day,luv."

You smile at his response, blowing a kiss that he catches and pretends to place on his already marked cheek, making you laugh as you close the door.

[wekiamo]

Hii 🫣 so i got a Tom req!

Him and reader at a party and literally evrrything she does is making Tom lose control, like the way she dances, readjust her dress, holds her drink etc. Then they go to the restroom and you know what happens next 😭 you can adjust it to your liking I js really like the idea of them doing it at a party

By the way can I be 🥝 anon? Love your writing so much ❤️

losing control ✧ tom kaulitz smut

warnings: +18 and nsfw content, smut, swearing, mentions of drinking, teasing, fingering, p in v, fluff, english isn’t my first language.

a/n: tysm for the request bae i love it AND YES YOU CAN BE 🥝 ANON!! thank you for supporting me it motivates me sm mwaa 💋

your friends have been begging you to go to a party with them for weeks now, but you were too busy with academic stuff to attend to a party. but now here you are.

the party was going amazing. you drank whiskey, danced to a thousand songs, met new people who you talked to about many topics and laughed with, even though sometimes you couldn’t even hear them properly - it was all too fun.

little did you know your boyfriend tom was there or how crazy you made him go, by doing literally anything. it could be the way you dance, the way you readjust your short dress, the way you talk to your “little friends” according to him, even the way you hold your drink.

you were dancing to “promiscuous”, but the song came to it’s end and now the song playing is “streets” by doja cat. some of your friends went to get some drinks. fine, you’re not that drunk, but you’re drunk enough not to be shy to dance to the sensual song playing. melissa, one of the friends you came with, is dancing with you - your movements are smooth, your body moving and dancing to the slow rhythm.

“And baby I needed space

Ain’t nobody ‘round here on your level

You’re so far away”

in a dance move you look behind you, you notice a guy’s gaze right upon you. you can’t really put your finger on who it is, though.

the guy staring at you was sitting with his arms spread out and supported on the sofa he was sitting on, manspreading with a drink on his hand. someone was talking to him, but he didn’t seem to pay attention. he was staring right into you. you turn to keep dancing. maybe if you were sober you would be freaked out, but you were just focused on your moves. a few seconds after that, melissa tells you she’s gotta use the restroom. you nod, and keep dancing.

suddenly, someone hugs you from behind by your waist. you look behind you and you see it’s your boyfriend, tom - you look at the sofa behind him to check if the guy staring at you was gone, and he was. that’s when you realize the guy staring at you was him.

- tom, what are you doing here? - you ask him rhetorically, analyzing his appearance. he starts kissing your neck slowly, still hugging you by your waist.

“I found it hard to find someone like you

Like you, Like you”

- you look amazing tonight, you know that babe? - tom murmurs in your neck making you a little weak on the knees, before kissing the back of your neck.

before you can answer, tom’s hands squeeze your ass tightly, making a short and soft moan come out of your mouth. he turns your body easily by your shoulder, looking at you. you know this look, it’s a mix of lust and passion.

- you’re driving me crazy, girl - he put his hands on your neck and pulled you into a rough and desperate kiss. in no time you were kissing him back with the same want as him, finally reacting to his moves.

thankfully, you’re sober enough to remember you’re in public, so you pull out of the kiss. tom’s faster than you though - he grabs you by your arm and guides you somewhere. on the way to the so not mysterious place, you’re both giving each other silly glances and chuckling. when tom’s about to open the restroom’s door, melissa comes out and looks at you wide-eyed. she just laughs and get out of your way, and you both get in.

tom goes first and pulls you in, before you close the door with your back and lock it without looking behind you. your boyfriend doesn’t even wait until you lock the door and already attacks your lips for another intense kiss desperately. tom bites your bottom lip slightly. you both need each other so bad.

tom, still kissing you, lifted up your dress with one hand while the other grabs your neck in a tight grip. he slides your panties to the side instead of taking it off. suddenly, he slaps your cunt, which he knows you like.

- tom, please - you whine.

- please what? - tom asks teasingly drowning his face in your neck, sucking it, giving you now a very visible mark. he doesn’t seem to care though, neither do you.

seeing you don’t answer him, he just kisses you sliding his hand teasing to introduce a finger in your cunt and rubbing it sometimes. that makes you groan into the kiss, wanting more. when you do, tom finally introduces his finger. his pace starts slowly, for your surprise. you pull out of the kiss to watch his fingers slide into you easily.

- so wet. ‘s that all for me, hm? - he asks with a malicious and cheeky grin on his face, and you just nod - use your words, love. wanna hear you.

- yeah - you answer breathing heavily - it’s all for you, tom.

- i know, babe - he answers with a cocky smile, driving you crazy, and leaning in to kiss you again. but this time, it’s more gentle than the others - you can still feel him speeding up a lot the pace of his fingers inside your pussy, making it hard for you to kiss him back.

you both moan into the kiss several times, pulling out for milliseconds to breathe and then kiss again. you want more. you need more.

you pull out of the kiss to kneel in front of him and start unzipping tom’s pants to see his hard and big cock through his boxers, making you giggle. you take his underwear off and when you’re about to stroke his cock, he interrupts you.

- nuh-uh - he says and he makes you get up - you can do that later - he says pressing you against the wall again, before taking off his shirt. you can’t help but slide your hands slowly down his abdomen. then, he wraps his hands around his bulge and starts rubbing your pussy with it. the friction is delicious and the wet sounds of your cunt echo through the restroom.

after a few seconds, tom slides his bulge inside you without a single warning, making you moan. he was big - this shouldn’t be a surprise for you, but the size of it gets you EVERY time. he starts thrusting himself slowly into you, like he’s trying to memorize the feeling to be inside you. he does that every single time too. it’s impossible to control your own moans, and you don’t even bother to. the music outside the restroom was loud and you could both hear it perfectly.

“And I hit it like it’s all mine”

tom gives you slow but deep thrusts - he slides his cock all in and almost pulls out of you, proceeding to give you another deep thrust. it didn’t last much though, as he started speeding up his pace going even deeper inside your pussy. wanting to feel it from the back, you attempt to change positions pulling it out of you but when you’re about to turn around, you’re interrupted by tom grabbing your wrist in a tight grip.

“And her body shakes,

And you’ll never know”

- wanna look at you, beautiful - tom runs his hand through your hair while the other readjusts his bulge to be inside you again. you turn your head to the side breathing heavily and moaning loudly - looking at me - he commands while turning your head to him again by your neck. he just kept his hands there, choking you slightly - and every time he did it, you moaned even louder.

you look up at him with huge difficulty to breathe or think. tom was fucking you dumb at a party and you were loving it. he lost control of his own body hours ago, since he saw you at the party. he didn’t want to interrupt your dance though, actually he wanted it to never end as he watched your moves without looking away for even a second. but then, he got up without thinking and couldn’t hold back.

- fuck - he says while giving you a few even deeper thrusts and a strong slap on your ass - always so fucking tight.

the boy in front of you felt your walls clench more and more around his cock, making him groan from how good you make him feel.

- t-tom, i’m cumming - you warn him between your heavy breathing. as he listens to you speak, he puts his hands on your waist, pulling you even closer every thrust. that was your limit. you felt a big wave of pleasure and relief when you spilled all your cum on his cock, moaning uncontrollably as he kept thrusting inside you, looking for his own release. you were losing your energy, whining more, legs getting wobbly, pussy getting oversensitive - and tom noticed that.

- i’m cumming too princess, don’t worry - tom says as he gives his last thrusts slowly into your cunt sliding it all in, as he cums inside you deliciously and pulls out from you. you half-close your eyes as a joke - not my fault you’re irresistible, love.

- the boy says readjusting your panties and dress back to place.

you both laugh and go for a calm kiss.

[ichikopotato]

CAN U MAKE CLINGY TOM FLUFF

Of course, lovely! 💋 (sorry this took so long to respond. 🥹)

2007! Clingy Tom

synopsis : in which Tom comes home from band practice tired, and stressed. The only thing that can help him relieve it is you.

warnings : suggestive, making out. (winkwink)

a/n: sorry this took so long, so busy with school. Hope you all stay by me🫶🏻

—> IT WAS A RAINY NIGHT with you sitting on your shared bed. You were watching TV, waiting patiently for your boyfriend. Tom usually comes home at this hour, but for some reason he was late for about 15 minutes.

You hear the apartment door open, smiling as you knew it was him from his heavy footsteps. “Schatzi? M’Home!” He says, heading to your bedroom. He opens the door with a pout on his handsome face.

“Aw, meine liebe. What’s wrong?” You frown, opening your arms at him. He immediately jumps on the bed, clinging onto you. He removes his cap, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“Baby, band practice sucked. I kept messing up my rhythm and notes.” He whined softly, kissing your neck. You rubbed his back gently, kissing his forehead as he held you tighter.

“I just wanna— mm.. stay with you all the time.” He inhaled your scent, smiling. You played with his dreadlocks, giggling softly. “You’re so cute, Liebling” you mutter.

He looks up at you with his doe eyes, filled with love. He gently grabs your chin, pulling you into a kiss. You smile, giggling. He smiles, pulling you in closer.

“mmph— Schatzi..” he muttered in between the kiss. He laid in between your thighs, still making out with you. The kiss eventually turned sloppy, making you pull away, panting and flushing.

“n-need to breathe, baby—“ you said, giggling. “Es tut mir laid, got a little carried away.” He smirked, playing with his lip piercing. He nuzzled his nose into your neck again.

He pulls you closer, hugging your waist tighter. “Wanna stay like this forever, just with the love of my life.” He cheekily smirked, pecking your lips.

“Liebe, tell me more about what happened to you today.” You smile, playing with his dreadlocks once more. He smiled, explaining his day.

“.. yeah, and Georg just kept laughing, cause I keep spacing out thinking about you.” He said, looking up at you. “Then Bill threw his shoe at me, annoyed” he laughed, smirking.

You laughed, kissing his forehead. “Gut thing you get to have a day off tomorrow, my love. Mein baby has been working s’hard all the time.” You mutter, blushing softly.

He nodded, smiling relieved. “I get to bring meine Hübsches Mädchen out on a date again.” He smirked, kissing your neck softly.

“And maybe after that, I get to show her how pretty she is, and how much I love her.” He played with his lip piercing, smirking as his eyes flickered to your lips before looking back at you.

“She’ll definitely let you, meine Liebling.” You smiled cheekily.

“Wanna make out again while we cuddle?” He muttered innocently, smirking. Guess you’ll be stuck with this clingy boy forever.

SORRY IF THIS WAS SHORT, I DID THIS WHILE DOING MY PROJECT. LOVE YOU ALL, STAY SAFE💋🫶🏻

[toruro]

hi mika:3 i have an idea slash request (or a thot bcs i wanna here ur input wtv ur more comfy with) thats rotted my brain for like months esp since minghao hosted that expensive ass monthly meeting…. but minghao fucking you on the cold glass windows of the penthouse he paid for for a night or a few overlooking the city 👩‍💻💿

(p.s. ive been waiting to share this idea with u if u opened back up ur requests bcs i wouldnt want to lend it to any other author 😭💋)

mile high club ... ?

pairing. minghao x reader tags. smut (18+ / mdni), fluff w/c. a/n. i almost teared up reading this. i am gutted. the fact that u wanted to share this w me and ME ONLY?!>!? i love u so much :[

you should've known. should've known that your sneaky little fiance was up to something when he gave you that sweet, sweet smile and told you to put on your prettiest dress and your prettiest heels this evening. should've known he was planning on treating you to something a little bit bigger than just dinner.

you're still not sure why it came as a surprise to you when minghao took you by the hand and whisked you away from the restaurant you two had just dined in, and took you on a long drive under the cool night sky.

giggles and looks from the corner of your eyes, you noticed that minghao took you down a road which you didn't recognize as 'on the way home.'

"baby, where're we going?" you asked him lazily. the windows were ajar and the evening winds blew through his black hair as minghao focuses on the road. you grin at the sight, reminding yourself to tell him later to cut his hair less often.

smirking, hao smooths a hand over your bare thigh, caressing the skin with his thumb. "you'll see baby, you'll see."

and see, you most definitely did.

it didn't take long for him to pull up in front of one of the fanciest hotels in downtown, shushing all your questions as he excitedly helped you into the glass elevator that overlooked the city, taking you all the way up to the top floor despite your questions.

"hao, what is this about?" you attempted to ask through muffled giggles as he pressed kisses against your lips as an attempt to keep you quiet.

"just look," he muttered, pulling away so he could key in some code on the final floor. what lay behind the door was the massive layout of the hotel penthouse, large windows that showed off the glittering, buzzing lights of the city around you.

as you make your way to one of the wide glass panes, looking down and over the sight. minghao carefully follows behind as you mutter out words of thanks and praise for finding such a beautiful space ... "so pretty hao, i love it ..."

there he is now, digging his face into your neck as he wraps his arms around you from behind. lips and tongue trace over your shoulder blade as you melt into minghao's arms, head lolling to one side to make it easer for him to reach his favorite spots.

his arm snakes down between your legs, digging under the painfully high cut dress you've got on (minghao says 'painfully high cut' not because it was painful for you but because it made him so fucking hard it hurt).

you moan the second his deft fingers brush over the lacy clothe of your panties, playing with your cute 'n' sensitive clit as your legs begin to lose their stability. and fuck, minghao hadn't even had the chance to slip his tie off before you press your ass over his clothed cock, murmuring about how you gotta have him right now ...

"gotta prep you first baby ..." he tries to mutter in your ear, words drying on his tongue when you press behind and into his crotch harder.

"wan' it now," you whimper, one hand falling forward to press against the cool glass of the windows, the other reaching back to latch onto minghao's and play with the hair at the nape of his neck. so hot and sticky, minghao pressing your head forwards so your cheek's against the glass, hot air blowing steam on the windows ...

clanking of belts and popping of buttons as he quickly shoves his pants down, weeping cock springing out and hitting your ass over your dress ... fuck, your dress. you just look so pretty with your back arching upon his touch, short cloth running higher up your thighs until he can see the peek of your lacy white panties.

minghao just can't hold himself back, the way you call for him so prettily and so he's shoving your dress up 'n' over your ass, scooping one finger through the fabric of your panties so he can yank them to the side ... his cock's leaking all over you by now, precum smearing over the plush skin of your ass.

and with heavy breaths rumbling in his throat, high and breathy whines slipping from yours, minghao slips his throbbing cock into the fluttering walls of your cunt ... hugging hao's fat length so nicely his fingers might burn bruises into your hip from holding too tight (lip sucked between his teeth as he chokes back moans).

his thrusts start quick, each one dragging out of your warm folds slowly before ramming back into you in one go. your body lurches against the window, has pressed against the smooth surface as you try to hold on, try not to lose yourself to the way hao's fucking the life out of you over the city ...

feels so good, and you can't help the way you whimper whenever his skin slaps against yours, firm grip pulling you back into his hips for an other jostling thrust ... "feels s'good baby," hao rasps from behind you, leaning forward to press his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in you scent and watching the view from next to you.

the scene's so pretty and you're moaning his name so cutely when he pounds into you from behind, throttling with every snap of his hips ... tits pressed into the glass as he snakes a hand over your stomach and fuck, hao's so grateful. so fucking grateful, and so he's whispering praise into your ear ... "you're so pretty like this ... pretty thing with a pretty view ..." and it's got your brain buzzing like crazy.

your orgasm is creeping up on you, so best believe you hold on tight. can't have you falling asleep already, right? after all, seeing you all pressed up against the steamy glass has the gears in hao's mind spurring, and you'd be a fool to think he wouldn't fuck you on every surface of the room until your cute cunt's fucked raw and spilling with his cum ...

[hischeapcigar]

Stop coming over

(a drabble)

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x reader  

Part: 1 2 3 4 5

Summary: you're falling in love with the person your dad hates the most   

Word count: 1.2k   

Warning: none that i think of

a/n: SURPRISE BABIES!!! its a short drabble as the final part of strawberries and cigarettes. so enjoy more of pre-outbreak Joel x reader one last time <3 it was fun writing this series. Thankyou so much for reading!! I adore you all soo much 💋💋🍓🚬🚬

A cool breeze from the slightly ajar window sent a shiver down your spine. Your body instinctively nuzzled closely to Joel’s body chasing the heat.  

Your own movements stirred you from sleep. You pulled your head back from Joel’s chest to see he was sound asleep. Stealing that moment to appreciate his calm face, you raked your eyes across his face. Taking in how his pink puffy lips were parted, salt and pepper hair littered in his beard. You carelessly ran your fingertips across his face. Hir curls were messy with white streaks flowing through them.  

His hold tightened around your waist, curling his face inside the sheets, shying away as he felt your touch on his face.  

“G’mornin’ sweetheart” his mumbled voice broke through 

“mornin’” you replied, your voice hoarse from all the screams he pulled from your throat last night. You tugged his hair, making him face you. A faint smile lurked on his lips as you moved to peck his lips. His eyes hooded 

Your eyes went wide as your gaze fell to the clock on the wall behind Joel. It was 6:45 AM. Joel followed your gaze before looking back at you,  

“Woke up earlier today” you smiled, threading your fingers through his air causing him to shut his eyes in pleasure 

“Uh-uh, stay for breakfast” he rasped 

“We gotta hurry up then, y’know I can’t be late-” 

He hummed in response before pulling you into him and attacking your neck with his kisses. You giggled, squirming in his tight grip trying to get away.  

It had been a month since Joel had asked you to stay. One month since Joel had handed you another envelope, one about your job acceptance. One month since you called Paul at night telling him you won’t be returning, and him telling you to follow your dreams, 

“Trust me, I am” you had replied  

One month since your parents’ behavior toward Joel became civil, thanks to Aunt Isabelle. One month since you temporarily moved in with Aunt Isabelle, when she cut your desperate search for an apartment telling you it was okay if you lived there.  

She never said out loud, but you saw the disappointed face when she caught you returning home early in the morning, getting ready and leaving for school. So, you started to be careful when you spent the nights with Joel; returning home before she woke up.  

You would spend the night with Joel, then as soon as the sun started to rise, you’d rush out of Joel’s warmth, running home.  

You'd casually return to Joel’s place after teaching at school. You knew Joel had started to keep a key under the mat for you. There were times when he wasn’t home, but you hung out with Sarah until he returned. 

“Joel! Let go, I'll be late!” you laughed, pushing him away  

Only then did he stop with his assault, letting you go. He watched as you moved in his room, his space. The one he only liked with you in it. Without you he was haunted by your voice, your presence. You opened the drawer that contained your garments, some of which were Joel’s shirts you had stolen.  

He had convinced you to keep your clothes, just in case.  

You picked out one of your, his, hoodies before you disappeared in the bathroom. Joel stared at the ceiling; his thoughts filled with you. How you managed to seep through the deepest parts of his heart. How you made his house a home. How easily you inspired Sarah to write an essay about “wonder women”  

“Let’s go, Miller” you urged him  

With him in the bathroom, you made the bed when you heard a loud, “Ow!” from the bathroom, 

You jumped, before tapping the door, “you okay in there, Joel?”  

But instead of replying he swung the door open; he looked a like a Greek god standing there with a towel wrapped around his lower body. Droplets falling from his wet hair down his chest. He looked delicious.  

His hand was raised with a, your, hairpin between his thumb and index finger, you were confused wondering why he was showing you the pin and then you realized,  

Oh 

Oh 

He stepped on the pin that you might have dropped accidentally.  

You snatched the hairpin from him, slightly embarrassed but then it’s Joel. He wouldn’t ever be bothered by something that was yours.  

“Watch where you step then, Miller” you rolled your eyes playfully and turned to leave but before you could take a step you were pulled flushed against in damp chest as he started tickling your tummy  

“Joe-” you laughed grabbing his wrists to stop him  

“Yeah? What's that? Had a mouth on ya, what happened?” he mocked 

- 

You both naturally moved in the kitchen as if you’ve been doing this for ages. Sarah was still asleep, so you made breakfast for two. He made the pancakes while you made the coffee. He got up to do dishes and you stood beside him, drying them. Like two pieces of a puzzle, you both had fallen right in place, making a picture perfect.  

Once you were done, he dried his hands on the towel, 

“Hey, whadya say we decorate an' slap some paint on these doors?” he asked out of the blue, nodding toward the door to the living room, 

“Yeah, I think it’d be cool” You made your way out of the kitchen to closely examine the scraped off paint.  

“y’know,” he followed you, his arms loosely wrapping around your middle, “this house, Soon as I met you, knew I'd let you get to making it yours” he admitted quietly, resting his chin on your shoulder,  

You were astounded by the disclosure. Was he thinking this ahead of time since the beginning?  

“Really?” you whispered, stroking his arms in front of you before turning around to face him,  

He hummed, “It's time to have a conversation, so girl, let's conversate”  

He walked you over to the dining room table. You stood in front of him as he leaned on one of the seats, your hand in his. Your brows furrowed at his sudden statement  

“About what?” you wondered out loud.  

“You already got a drawer, hairpins on the floor in half the bathroom” he started, chuckling lightly  

“Oh, so you mind my stuff in your-”  

“No, was wonderin’, we can drop that under the mat, get you a key of your own”  

“Joel, it’s fine really-”  

His hands left yours as he pulled you in from the waist,  

“When you're gonna stop coming over and start coming home?” he whispered  

You gasped; you knew what he was asking. You were more than happy- 

“Sleeping in till we wake up, no rushing down the stairs. Ain't gotta swing back by your place, 'cause you're already there. Ain't you tired of all this distance, all this driving around?” he asked, his eyes pleading  

“Are you sure?” you muttered, your arms encircled his neck, fingers stroking the ends of his hair 

“Baby, these four walls, hate it when you're gone so I have to ask ya” he kissed your forehead, “When you're gonna stop coming over and start coming home?” he asked again with such certainty that all your doubts were washed away.  

You nodded, bringing his lips to yours with urgency. He grabbed your face with his large hands as he deepened the kiss. He licked your bottom lip, and you immediately granted him access. You both poured all your emotions with a promise of a new chapter.  

He was the dream. You were the home.  

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[minminyoonjii]

Since you're taking request... What about a size kink with 3racha because I'm 4,7 and have a ragging size kink because of them and pls make it dirty..btw I love you and your work so I give a kiss from me 💋💋💋💋

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

💜Rules and Guidelines 🕯Summary: You haven't seen the boys in a while due to schedules. One night you met up at an event where your schedules overlapped. A wild night of lovemaking in the back of a moving vehicle. 💛AN

@spookydazecomputer I saw your initial request for Stray Love Haven but that reader was too much of a blank slate to suddenly insert a certain height difference. I hope I did you justice with this one. Kisses back to you💋💋

🌹CW

Exhibitionism|Size Difference|Size Kink|Chan has a Massive Cock|Voyeurism|Double Penetration|Blow Job|Multiple Orgasms|Strength Kink|Daddy Kink|Degrading Praise Kink|Rough Sex|Sub Space|Creampies|Aftercare|Confessions

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 3.2K

You smiled, seeing a familiar figure sitting by the bar counter. Music vibrated the room, buzzing up your skin. "Haven't seen you awhile in these parts," he said, taking a sip of his drink as you sat down. You hummed, "What can I say? I'm a busy girl," you said, resting your head on your palm. He chuckled, "I've seen. Pretty impressive. sweetheart," he said, swirling the glass in his hand. You smirked, "Why, thank you," you said, sipping your complimentary water.

"Where are the boys?" you asked, tilting your head. He hummed, "They're around," he said, smirking as he shrugged his shoulders. You rolled your eyes, "Come on, Chris," you said, scoffing. Chan chuckled, "You know the magic words, baby," he said, taking another sip of his drink. You scowled, "Oh, fuck you," you said, glaring at his cocky attitude. He laughed, "Gladly, when?" he teased, making eye contact with you.

You pursed your lips, "I can't win with you," you sighed, shaking your head. He smiled, tucking your hair behind your ears "You don't have to," he whispered. Blood rushed up your neck "Oh, really?" you asked, clearing your throat. Chan chuckled, "Of course, there isn't a day where I haven't thought about your body quivering beneath me," he said, toying with his whiskey glass. You choked on your saliva, causing Chan's eyes to widen.

"Channie hyung what were you doing to our sweet girl?" Jisung asked, rubbing your back. "Take a sip darling," Changbin said, tilting your glass. Chan sighed, "I didn't expect her to choke," he grumbled, averting his gaze. You groaned, "What type of reaction were you expecting, Chris?" you asked, in disbelief. Chan pursed his lips "I don't know," he whispered, rubbing the back of his nape.

Jisung clicked his tongue, "Till now, Channie hyung still has no game," he said, shaking his head. Chan scoffed, "You're just as bitchless as I am," he said, rolling his eyes. Jisung smirked, "Am not, I have my sweet girl with me," he said, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You squinted your eyes, "Since when was I yours, Han?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. He gave you a smug smile, "Since now," he said, kissing behind your ear.

You shuddered, "Possessive are we?" you asked, finishing your water. Jisung nodded, "Definitely," he replied, pressing his face into your hair. Chan scoffed, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek "Betrayed by my own boyfriend," he said, smirking. Jisung batted his eyelashes "For her, any day, hyung," he said, kissing your nape. Changbin sighed, running his fingers through your hair "Are you coming home with us tonight?" he asked, stroking your cheek.

You pursed your lips, "Do you want me too?" you asked, looking up at him. Chan reached forward, holding your hand "Of course we do," he whispered, nipping your ear lobe. You gulped, rubbing your thighs together as your breath began to swallow. The three men stared at you without a care of the watching eyes. Jisung chuckled, "Turned on, already?" he teased, licking his lips. You smirked, tugging his tie "I mean, with three large men surrounding little ol' me, it's bound to get my panties wet. Don't you think?" you asked.

"Fuck," Changbin cursed, loosening his own tie. Chan chuckled, "You're playing a dangerous game, little one," he said, holding your jaw. You faux a pout "Am I really, daddy?" you asked, staring up into his eyes. Chan clenched his jaw, "The limo is waiting outside, you know what to do," he commanded, releasing your jaw. Your eyes widened as Jisung lifted you over his shoulder. "Put me down, Han Jisung," you squirmed, hitting his back.

Jisung chuckled, "I will, eventually," he said, walking towards the limo. You whined, covering your flustered cheeks "Fuck you all," you growled. Changbin smiled, stroking your cheeks "Don't act like you hate this, darling," he said, patting your head. You grumbled, crossing your arms "Still," you huffed. Jisung cooed, patting your ass as he walked into the limo "Adorable," he said, setting you on his lap.

"What are you doing?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. Jisung hummed, "Nothing, sweetheart," he said, burying his face into your hair. You rolled your eyes, "Sure," you said, keeping your arms crossed. He chuckled, "Trust me a little, wouldn't you," he teased, rubbing your sides. You scoffed, turning your head "Trust you after you threw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes?" you growled. Jisung sulked, "Come on, sweet girl. You know I can't go against Chan," he said, faking a pout.

You gulped, sighing "I fucked up didn't I?" you mumbled, leaning your head on Jisung's chest. Changbin chuckled, "Pretty much," he said, rubbing your thighs. You puffed your cheeks, adrenaline pumping in your veins as you stared at the limo door. Jisung cooed, "You're going to burn holes into the door with that gaze of yours," he teased, kissing your shoulder blades. You squirmed, feeling so tiny in his lap "Fuck you all for being tall and big," you grumbled.

Changbin smiled, "Thank you for the praise, darling," he said, brushing his finger under your chin. Just as you lowered your guard, the door swung open. You gulped, staring at Chan's demeanour. Chan clenched his jaw, sighing "Get on your knees, now," he instructed, spreading his thighs. You instantly got on your knees, nosing his clothed skin "Daddy," you whimpered. Chan tangled his fingers into your hair "Have you forgotten your lessons, princess? Do I need to fuck it into your pretty little head again?" he asked, tugging your hair.

You whined, tilting your head into his firm grip "No, daddy," you keened, clawing his thighs. Chan chuckled, "Oh really? Is that what you think?" he asked, pressing his forehead against yours. You whimpered, cowering under his dominating presence. Chan laughed, tugging your hair tighter "Answer the question, slut," he spat, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. You moaned, trembling between his legs "No da-daddy," you answered, sinking your nails into his pants.

Chan sighed, releasing your hair "When will you learn, little one?" he asked, cupping your face with one hand. You sniffled, nuzzling his thighs "I'm sorry, daddy," you whispered, resting your cheek on his knee. Chan hummed, pressing his thumb on your lip. You parted your lips, sucking on his finger like muscle memory. Chan cooed, "At least you didn't forget all of your lessons," he said, removing his thumb. You stared up at him, mouth slacked.

Changbin chuckled, "She may be disobedient but she is smart," he praised, palming Jisung's growing hard-on. Chan smirked, "She's only smart when it comes to cock, isn't that right, little one?" he asked, unbuckling his belt. You nodded, sticking your tongue out. Chan cooed, shrugging off his pants, "If only you were this obedient all the time," he sighed, patting your cheek. Drool pooled within your mouth at the sight of his toned abdomen peeking from under his suit, a v-line prominent under his skin.

Jisung stuttered a laugh, moaning into Changbin's shoulder "Fuck, she looks so swooned," he slurred, panting as Changbin stroked his cock at a languid pace. You whined at Jisung's statement, needing to feel Chan's girth pounding down your throat. Chan chuckled, pulling down the waistband of his boxers "Isn't that cute," he mocked, hissing as his cock slapped against his clothed torso.

You moaned at the sight. His red pulsing cockhead, aching to fuck your tiny mouth. You gulped, slicking your lips with saliva "Please daddy," you pleaded, needing to taste his precum on your tongue. Chan sighed, cracking the joints in his neck "Is this what you wanted, little one?" he asked, stroking his hardening cocking. You nodded vigorously, eyes following his every stroke. Chan chuckled, removing his hand "Make yourself useful, baby girl," he smirked, resting his hand on your head.

You wrapped your hands around his girth, fingers barely touching. Chan groaned at the sight "How can a tiny thing like you take a cock like mine?" he wondered, pressing his length against your cheek. You kissed up his girth, "Skill," you giggled, licking between his slit. Chan moaned, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes. You sighed, swirling your tongue around his throbbing cockhead "Fuck, baby girl," he growled, clenching his abdomen.

You moaned, wrapping your lips around his tip, drawing a loud grunt from him "Oh god," he groaned, as you swallowed around his cock. You pulled off his cock, sucking the precum dribbling down his length. "Fucking hell, hyung," Jisung croaked, choking on a moan. Chan sighed, tilting his head back "Ah, fuck," he cursed, breathing through his gritted teeth. You slacked your jaw, sinking down his length.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Chan moaned, gripping the back of your head. You whimpered around his cock, sending vibrations down his girth. Chan growled, fucking your throat, using your hair as leverage. Tears brimmed your eyes, and you dug your nails into his skin. He hissed, bucking his hips up your mouth, fucking past your throat barrier with a lewd pop. You shut your eyes tight, hollowing your cheeks around his cock.

Chan grunted at the warmth enveloping his girth "Fuck you feel so good, little one," he rasped, noticing the bulge in your throat. The veins on his neck protruded as he clenched his jaw. Chan wrapped his free hand around your small throat "This fucking mouth of yours never disappoints," he chuckled, feeling his cock thrust down your throat. You sputtered, choking around his throbbing length. Chan groaned, hair matted to his forehead "Oh sh-shit," he cursed, pulling you off with a slick squelch.

You coughed, catching your breath. Lips coated in saliva and precum, eyes bloodshot from tears. Chan pulled you up, making you straddle his lap "Focus, baby," he whispered, stroking your cheek. You blinked away the haze covering your vision, "Chris," you rasped, groping his chest through his suit. Chan chuckled, kissing your nose "Welcome back, baby girl," he whispered, kissing down your neck. You mewled, arching your body towards his touches. He stripped off your top, brushing his big hands up your thighs. You shivered, moaning without a hint of shame.

Chan smirked against your skin, kissing down your supple chest "So fucking pretty," he grunted, marking your body. You whimpered, grinding your hips "Da-daddy," you huffed. Chan hissed, feeling his cock rub between your dripping thighs "So wet already?" he asked, nipping your skin. He cupped your clothed crotch, drawing a loud cry from you "Daddy," you wailed, rutting his palm. Chan cooed, tugging down your panties "Our perfect toy," he hummed, pressing two fingers into your hole.

Changbin grunted, licking up Jisung's neck "Fuck she's hot," he cursed, sucking on Jisung's sweet spot. Jisung whimpered, "You just realized, hyung?" he teased, letting out a broken giggle. You moaned against Chan's chest, barely having any strength in your elbows to hold you up. Chan curled his fingers, hitting that familiar spot within your walls. You cried, trembling on his torso "Ah, ah, ah," you mewled, taking everything he gave you.

Chan pulled out his fingers, drawing an annoyed whine from your lips. He chuckled, shifting his wrist to fuck you with more passion. Your jaw dropped into a silent scream as you clawed into the buttons of Chan's suit "Ahh," you slurred, eyes rolling back. Chan groaned, flicking your clit with every plunge, forcing you to your orgasm. The familiar coil snapped without a forewarning. You wailed, snapping open a few buttons of his suit. Chan held you through it, letting you ride out your high.

Your head spun, clouded with pleasure. Chan lifted you off his lap with ease. He lined up his cock with your hole, "Daddy's going to ruin sopping little pussy," he growled, pressing the tip of his cock within your slit. You cried at the intrusion, loving the stretch. Chan gritted his teeth, feeling your walls clench around his aching length. You sniffled, rolling your hips as he bottomed out. Chan kissed your neck, distracting you from the pain "Took me so well, little one," he whispered.

You moaned as he manhandled you with his cock buried within your walls. He turned you around, spreading your legs apart so the boys had a view. Changbin felt his knees grow weak "Oh fuck," he whispered, staring at your puffy folds. Jisung groaned, rutting his hips on Changbin's thigh "I would happily die like this," he grunted. You moaned, leaning your head between Chan's pecs, head barely reaching his shoulders.

Chan hooked his arms under your thighs, thrusting up into your dripping walls. You choked on a cry, thrashing your head against his chest. Chan growled, fucking at an unrelenting tempo, chasing his own high. You whimpered, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. Chan chuckled, "Why are you hiding your sweet noises, little one? There's no point hiding your filthy cries, everyone in this limo knows exactly what's going on," he grunted, bucking his hips.

You moaned into his suit, reality dawning over you that you were still in a moving vehicle with a driver. Chan noticed your expression, "Aww, is our sweet slut aware of her situation. Don't worry about the driver, he's trained not to care one bit," he rasped, gripping your inner thighs. Your eyes rolled back at the thought of being watched secretly. Chan growled, "You love knowing that he's secretly listening, don't you? Sweet little thing couldn't help but love the attention, no matter who it is," he spat, easily reading your reactions.

You whimpered, shamelessly nodding your head "Yes, yes, yes," you slurred, getting closer to the brink. Chan gritted his teeth, "Fucking hell baby, cum around my cock," he grunted, holding you tight to his chest. You cried, pleasure buzzing under your skin, "Go-gonna cum," you slurred, heavy panting. Chan fucked you with more vigour, setting a brutal pace "Cum for me," he rasped, groaning when your walls clenched around his length. "Ah fuck," he cursed, pumping copious amounts of semen up your pussy.

White coated your ribbed walls, some spilling past Chan's girth. Your body trembled against Chan's torso. He pulled his cock out of your dripping hole with care "Such a good girl," he whispered, kissing your forehead. Jisung sat next to Chan, manhandling you onto his lap "We'll make this quick, baby," he groaned, slipping his cock within your loose hole with one thrust. Changbin stood between your legs, lining his cock beside Jisung's "Our beautiful darling," he whispered, easing his cock in.

Drool dripped down the sides of your lips, barely a thought running through your head as Changbin set the pace. They alternated their thrusts, making sure you always had a cock filling your needy hole. Jisung bit into his bottom lip, drawing blood "Fuck baby you feel so tight," he hissed. You whined, letting them use your pliant body. Changbin groaned, wrapping his lips around your sensitive nipples. Your body jolted between them, high pitched whimpers split past your lips.

"God, I'm not going to last long," Jisung growled, quickening his pace. Changbin nodded, rubbing your clit as they fucked you at an erratic pace. Your back arched between them, drawing your last orgasm out of you, cumming over their cock. Jisung groaned, jaw slacking as he cum, painting your walls. Changbin moaned at the warmth, cumming right after, hips stuttering as he came. He hissed as he pulled out from your pussy, fluids coating his cock.

Changbin stroked the slick off his length, pressing his fingers in front of your lips. You parted your lips, swallowing the fluids Changbin gathered on his fingers. Jisung cursed beneath you, "Hyung are you trying to get me hard again," he whined, feeling his cock slip out of your hole. Chan chuckled, handing Changbin a pack of wipes, "We're home, get decent," he instructed, carrying you in his arms.

You grumbled, curling into his warmth "Chan?" you rasped, yawning. He chuckled, "Let's get you in a bath and we can talk after," he said, booping your nose. You wrinkled your nose, nodding against his suit. Chan brought you to the main bathroom, "Okay little one, off with your clothes," he said, removing your fluid-stained clothing. You shivered as he turned on the tub. "Feeling cold?" he asked, wrapping his arms around your torso.

You hummed, staring up at him. He chuckled, "What's wrong, baby?" he asked, stroking your cheek. You pursed your lips, not saying a word, head still fogging between mental spaces. Chan lifted you up, laying you gently into the water. He cleaned your body, rubbing liquid soap all over your skin. You melted into his touches, letting him take care of your exhausted body. He reached between your thighs, cleaning your folds and hole.

You whimpered from sensitivity, gripping his wrist out of reflex. Chan paused, cleaning with more caution. "All done, baby," he whispered, rinsing the soap suds off your skin. You stepped out of the tub, staring at Chan as he dried you up. "Go pee, little one. There's a toothbrush by the sink you can use," he said, guiding your wobbly legs to the toilet. You cleaned yourself up and brushed your teeth. Chan smiled, cupping your cheeks "Good girl," he praised, wrapping a robe around your body.

He carried you downstairs "Bin-ah," he called out. Changbin hummed, walking towards Chan "Take care of her while I wash up," he said, letting Changbin carry your small figure. You nuzzled into his plump chest "Warm," you whispered, sniffling his comforting cologne. Changbin chuckled, carrying you to the living room "Drink up, darling," he said, tilting a bottle of water past your lips. Jisung came down with a towel brushing his damp hair "Hyung gave me these," he said, handing Changbin the spare clothes.

Changbin nodded, changing you into the oversized clothing. Jisung cooed, "Cute," he said, seeing you rub your sleepy eyes. Chan walked down a while after, "Baby girl, we've been thinking of something," he said, holding your hand. You yawned, staring at him "What is it?" you asked. Chan hummed, holding your tiny hand to his cheek "We want you to be ours," he said, staring into your eyes. Your eyes widened, "Really?" you asked, searching for any lie in his voice.

Jisung smiled, "Of course. We weren't kidding, sweet girl," he said, reassuring you. You sniffled, wiping the stray tears dripping down your cheeks with the oversized sleeves. Changbin cooed, rocking your body "Why are you crying, darling?" he whispered, kissing the crown of your hair. "Because you confessed when I'm vulnerable and soft," you whined, trying to stop the neverending tears. Chan chuckled, wiping your eyes "Aww, we're sorry, baby," he said, pampering kisses all over your face.

You pouted, glaring at them with puffy eyes. Jisung snorted a laugh "Baby girl, you look so fucking adorable right now," he said, smirking. You grumbled, curling up into Changbin's embrace. Chan cooed, "Will you be ours, little one?" he asked, poking your cheek. You huffed, nodding "Yes," you whispered, blood tinting your ears red. Jisung cuddled behind Changbin "We'll never let you go," he chuckled, brushing your hair away from your face. You smiled, "Good," you said, melting into their affection.

[cinamonqirl]

Drive you crazy

Kate Bishop x female reader

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Summary: You and Kate run away from a boring party to spend more interesing time in her's mom car.

Warnings: smut (as always) 💋

A/N: this is your belated christmas present lol. I hope you like it and sorry if some mistakes are in english. I had to mention her hands, beacuse I am so gay for her. And happy christmas and happy new year everyone! 🏹

(You can listen to this song while reading)

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Your back slammed into the back of the car before Kate's mouth was on yours again and her hands returned to your waist, squeezing your dress. You moaned into Kate's mouth as she began to grip your breasts through the fabric of the dress, that you fully intended to wear for her.

After Kate thought she could take a moment not to think about you, then when she saw you in a tigh dress, and archer arleady knew she couldn't stay away from you. Kate has dreamed of you for centuries, and every time she couldn't bear to see men drooling over you. But she didn't know that it was for her that you wore that dress, just to seduce her and finally understand your begging.

That's why you left a boring party when Kate she remembered that she had the keys to her mother's car in her pocket.

"Get in beauty" she muttered as she opened the door and nearly pushed you inside. You stumbled into the backseat and was on top of the dark-haired girl in no time before she even closed the door behind her. She bet you need her so much right now.

"So impatient, huh?" She noticed when you straddled on her lap. Which Kate found really appealing, because she'd always wanted to see you on her lap. There was a lot of space in the car, so it's not surprising because her mother has a lot of money, so the car is comfortable and luxurious.

Of course Kate also has her own car but she didn't take it to a party this time, which she regrets because she could show off and impress you.

"Maybe" you whispered, squirming on her lap to be in a more comfortable position, and Kate gasped at the gesture, paying her full attention on your hips. She thought you looked really hot sitting on her lap in a tight black dress that showed off your perfect figure and your hair fell over your shoulders. And a rather large cleavage, which archer has already spent enough time looking at. But she couldn't help but glance at your breasts, because it's not her fault that you're so beautiful.

"Have you wanted this, as long as I am?" she asked as her hands fell to your thighs under your skirt, as you feel her cold rings making you shivered against the cold metal and breath quiver slightly at the sensation.

"Yes, Katie" You confessed into her mouth, wishing Kate had done it sooner. She kissed you back hard, as if your confirm turned her on, and she started kissing you impossible fast. She undid the top two buttons of her shirt and loosened her tie eagerly beetween sloppy kisses and then she sighed with relief. "I wanted you so bad" you continued and slid down to her neck starting kissing and sucking her skin while she tilted her head back, jaw clenching until she growled at the gesture. Her hands tightened on your thighs when several sighs and curses escaped from her mouth under her breath.

Kate thought you were really bold, even though you don't seem like it, because you're always calm and cute. But seeing how hard you kiss her and guide her hands closer to your panties, and aside from the fact that you're sitting on her lap right now, it does not recognize you at all as you are with others, that is, innocent. You moaned into her neck as her hands squeezed your ass, and at the sound, Kate felt a pleasant sensation in the pit of her stomach. You are really driving her crazy.

"Do you like it?" You asked in a seductive voice against her neck that brought Kate's senses back, reminding herself that all evening she had thought only of making you feel good. She chuckled in a deep voice, and the butterflies in your stomach went crazy at that sound.

"Mmmm.." she mumbled relaxing and then ran her fingers over your lacy panties as if nothing had happened. She lifted your skirt to admire the expensive fabric with her hands, remembering how she had imagined the fabric clinging to your body. She could do a lot now when you are her's. But you had other plans, wanting to get into Kate's pants, but she grabbed your hands that were going to her strap, pulling them aside.

"No beauty, my job is to make you feel good. You are keeping your hands off my pants tonight" You bit your lip looking at her amazed.

Kate is aware that people might walk by from time to time, though she doesn't really mind because she would like others to know how good Kate fucks you. But she knew you might feel weird about it. So she put her hands on your ass, lifting you up like a feather to pull you up more onto her thighs so that she moved a little to the right with you to be obscured by the seat in front of You. And it turned you on even more knowing that she did it without a problem, proving how strong she is.

"I got you princess" she whispered putting her hands back under your dress, knowing full that it made you feel some type of way, flexing of her skills.

"Oh fuck you're so strong" you said in an almost squeaky voice, feeling lots of butterflies in your stomach. Kate chuckled hoarsely shaking her head, knowing that all those years of practice had finally paid off.

"My fingers are better" she added arrogantly. But you didn't deny it, you are sure she is right, and she is about to prove it.

"I don't know that yet" you teased as you waiting for her neat fingers to penetrate your lacy panties. Because Kate brags so much about how good she is with her fingers, but she hasn't proven it yet.

"Yet" she emphasized pressing her lips to yours kissing you passionately, becoming addicted to your lips. You kissed back as fast as you could, pressing your lips harder against Kate's. Now it was Kate's turn to caress your neck with sloppy kisses. You moaned as archer leaved a few hickeys on your neck, just to show everybody who you belong to.

You're moving on her thigh needing friction, probably messing around on her black suit pants. She knows what you need, but she wants to give you even more pleasure by touching you all over your body.

"Patience princess, I'll do whatever you want if you're a good girl" She spoke in a deep voice into your skin, leaning you back with her hands on your waist a bit so she had easier access to kiss down your neckline and shoulders. You don't know if you're going to listen to her, on the other hand, you'd like to be her naughty girl which will have its consequences, but also being her good girl has its advantages.

She continued, leaving hot kisses on your neck, enjoying your every little moan while you enjoyed the pleasure of holding her neck close.

"My beautiful girl" She murmured into your cleavage, sucking your skin. Her hand returned to your thigh, stroking it with her thumb.

You were about to beg for more, but her fingers found their way to your soaking panties, caressing your clit through the fabric.

"You're so wet for me baby girl" She snarled, surprised at what a mess she had made of your panties. She looked at you to find you breathing shallowly with your eyes closed. "Want me to fuck you?" she asked in a low voice waiting for your reply.

"Yes Kate" You gasped, biting your lip in excitement.

At your need, she pushed your panties aside to slide her fingers inside you, feeling your back arching up. You finally feel relived.

Her neat fingers moved slowly inside you trying to make you feel comfortable. You moaned quietly then Kate's lips find yours, and started to kiss you, but you had hard time to concentrate on kissing, so Kate slid down to your neck leaving there gently kisses.

You needed more friction so you sat more on Kate's fingers, so they get deeper in you. Archer noticed it, and sped up her fingers moves. Just to let a few moans and sighs come out from your mouth. You threw your arms around Kate's neck, keeping closer to her.

"Quietly princess, you don't want somebody to caught us, right?" she whispered into your neck with low voice, that just hit you to the core. You bit your lip trying not to let out a loud moan from your mouth.

"Please Kate, I need more" Kate was doing such a job with her fingers that you felt stupid begging her for more. but Kate didn't care, on the contrary, it motivated her.

"Yes ma'am" she used her thumb to rub your clit with circles. And you used your hips to move them and started to ride on Kate's fingers to speed up and quench your thirst. As she felt yours hips moved, she put her other hand on your hip to help you move. It really turned you on when she complimented you in her low voice, and as if she read your mind she leaned against your ear and uttered a few words.

"You're such a good girl riding my fingers" she announced running her other hand through your hair. You couldn't tell what Kate was doing that made you feel so good, but she defenietly knows she's doing it good.

"This is way better than that boring party, hm?" she asked the question to move away from you a bit, because she was definitely close, to admire you and your reaction to each quickening of Kate's fingers.

"Defenietly" Kate didn't expect an answer to her question because she knew you were focused on what she was doing with her hands, but the answer did not disappoint her.

Not even a minute has passed and you already have felt a familiar feeling in the lower abdomen, while you threw your head back in pleasure.

"Oh Kate" A moan escaped your throat as her fingers continued to move inside you to give you more pleasure.

She watches you with a smirk, as you choke on your moans and whines as she keeps her rhythm without a pause, aware that she can feel you clenching around her digits. she pressed her lips back to your neck to graze your skin with her lips, to give you more pleasure.

"Kate" you moaned as you cum on Kate's fingers, clutching her jacket over her shoulders. Her free hand went to your ass squeezing it. You sighed in relief, smiling coquettishly at Kate. Archer remembered how she had been dreaming all day about making you feel good, and now she could finally feel the satisfaction of having done it, and even in such a short amount of time.

"You're not that good at all" you stated with an arrogant smile after a moment of catching your breath. Of course you was joking, because Kate did a great job, and it still drives you crazy.

"So those moans were faked?" she asked amused, knowing full well that you were joking. You hummed, tilting your head to the side smiling. She ran her tongue over her lower teeth, narrowing her eyes. You were grateful to Kate that it wasn't awkward and you felt at ease around her. You knew it wasn't a one time thing.

She shook her head, then a mischievous smile appeared on her lips. She bent down pressing her lips to yours again, realizing she missed them. Your tongues met in a perfect dance as you moaned into Kate's mouth. You pulled away from her mouth to bite her lip.

"Just kidding, you were amazing" you admitted holding her close by the neck. Her charming smile made you want to squeal throwing yourself on her lips. And you could faint at the sight of her.

"Oh I know that my lady" she replied arrogantly at which you rolled your eyes sarcastically, biting your lip to keep from smiling amusedly. "Oh fuck you really driving me crazy" She growled, throwing her head back thinking you look so beautifully and hot. A mischievous smile appeared on your lips at Kate's comment.

"You do this to me too" You chuckled softly, "Especially by wearing this suit" You continued quietly, Adjusting her jacket. Kate smiled to herself, remembering how she thought of you while she was wearing this black suit, imagining what you would wear tonight and what you would look like in it, and those were definitely innocent thoughts. She close her eyelids as archer lifted her head from the backseat to smile innocently at you.

"The fact that I look good in it, turns you on?" She asked placing her hand on your thigh. It really puzzled her.

"Definitely yes. But I like your hands even more" You admitted smiling shyly. Her hands really made you feel butterflies in your stomach every time you saw them.

"What?" She asked frowning her eyebrows with a stupid smile on her face, obviously confused by your confession. You rolled your eyes sarcastically, taking her hand from your thigh, to show it to Kate.

"They are so slim, strong and really veiny" You explained looking at her hand "And skillful" You added quietly, smiling stupid, reminding how you imagine how skill her fingers could be.

"So..?" Kate looked up from her hand to look at you questioningly. You giggled at her confusion.

"This makes them attractive" You replied amused.

"And that makes you horny?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Ah-ha" you admitted humming quietly biting your lip. Kate raised her eyebrows in surprise. she didn't understand how you could enjoy it, but if you did, Kate is glad to know another way to tease you.

"So you must have been imagining my fingers inside you, hm?" Her smirk only grew as you nodded your head blushing. She giggled, as she shook her head at the new information, unable to help thinking that you were probably touching yourself thinking about her.

"Mh, good to know" she looked at her hand again, trying to figure out why it turns you on, but she couldn't find anything. You looked at her with a smile as you saw the confusion in her eyes. You move a little on her lap bringing her back to reality and her eyes connected to your body.

"Well, my hands excite you, and your whole body excites me more" she said boldly licking her dry lips, staring a little too long at your breasts. Her hands landed back on your hips and her hoarsly voice and her confession had you moaning. You and Kate enjoyed each other's company for a while longer, then decided to head back to the party and spent the rest of the evening smiling at each other decidedly innocently.

[bright-and-burning]

hi eve!! for the prompt meme, 814 and hat if u’re so inclined 💋

shoutout to this image for making me Insane <3 i wrote slightly more than 5 sentences. but that's ok!!

Send me a ship/character(s) and a one word prompt and I will write a 5 sentence fic about it.

The fire alarm goes off as he’s halfway through signing merch to the sound of Lando’s light snores after speeding through his own signing earlier. Oscar grabs what he can see, phone, wallet, hat, and follows a still-half-asleep Lando down the stairs.

He doesn’t wear the hat until hours later, putting it on on his way out the door of the scrambled together space F1 offered them. Lando’s waiting for him in the hall; he glances up when he hears Oscar’s footsteps, and immediately pulls his phone out.

“Something on my face?” Oscar asks, bemused. 

The camera shutter noise goes off, loud in the empty space. Oscar steps closer.

“Nice hat,” Lando says, smile alarmingly wide, eyes darker than they ought to be, and turns his phone around. It’s him, obviously, standing there smiling fondly at the camera, washed out by too much papaya. Looks just like half of Lando’s camera roll, honestly.

Oscar makes a confused noise in his throat. Lando steps in further, wraps his arms around Oscar’s neck like they’re a pair of year 8s with crushes, fumbling through “Thinking Out Loud” at a school dance. Lando leans in for a quick kiss, knocking the hat off and into his waiting hand with his forehead. 

He tugs it down over his curls, LN4 signature dark against papaya, right in Oscar’s sightline, and now it all makes sense.

“Looks good on you,” Lando says, voice low, still leaned in close, “but maybe not for a sponsor dinner?”

[precious-little-scoundrel]

I love that with their spicyness, Bucky and Lana’s love is still so… pure? Like they’re it for eachother. They know each other’s value and they will never take advantage of each other. Their relationship is so beautiful. I can’t wait to see more of them together 🫶🏼

This is so sweet and so accurate and exactly what I’m trying to spin with their story! Thank you, my love! Ok, ok you’ve praised a little dribble of a draft out of me, straight from docs, night they first meet:

Dear John Fragment 💌💋: (spoilers duh)

There is a crackle between them that has nothing to do with the fuzzy phone line or the patter of falling rain on the glass panes around them, no lightning in the sky but her finger tips buzz and like magnets; they meet each other. A brutal, awful, needy kiss. Smashing their faces together without much finesse but pouring out an admittance of so much need it’s quite painful. She can feel Bucky tugging at her hair and forcing her face closer when his nose is already shoving aside her own and his lips are working desperately against hers and oh -he’s got such fire in him! He’s thrumming around her and she can hear herself squeaking like a choir girl at the way he helps himself to her body like he saw through her hesitancy all along. She hardly recognizes the crazed creature that meets him at every step with hunger and provocation, when his tongue gently dabs at her lip she swallows him whole, when his hand strays from her waist to her breast she finds herself expanding a breath to fully fill his palm, begging him to take take take.

“I want you so bad.” he hisses like he’s angry at her for being so intoxicating, for robbing him of the ability to breathe. Egan shakes her as he says it, jolts of her neck that fling her hair back with each jerk and her mouth goes dry at his brute strength just barely restrained.

“You’ve waited this long, can’t you be good?”she teases him only to be repaid with an needy snarl and a bonk of her head against the glass as he kissed her again.

She’s not sure why she teased, her nylons are soaked and her own kisses suggest how dire it’s all become for her, having him so near and potent. It’s only she’s not at all sure what she meant by it, what could possibly be finished in this open space. It’s a little fishbowl and the stormy night gives all the ambience to lull her into imagining it’s private but god knows what’s in the jet black night, looking on at the spectacle of the looming Major and his little floozy smashing faces and gripping shirts. She’d let him take her in a hedge at this rate, just not under the bare bulb hanging above them.

But oh, he looks so beautiful in this light.

And if ever anyone spelled need, in its rawest, basest, most flatteringly primal way, it’s John Egan pressing her to the red paned glass of a rural phone booth, an oddly calming smirk on his face and an unarguable thigh beginning to wedge its way between her legs. There could be anyone out there but somehow that doesn’t seem important anymore, not like his large hands do, tenderly cupping her cheeks. Or his belly pressing into hers with his next kiss, the way his lips have grown more insistent while regaining some measured dominance. She finds herself rocking against his strong leg without even thinking, following the instincts his passion raises in her.

[acapelladitty]

Um um um Scriddler prompt? Jon is unusually attracted to Ed covered in blood and he hates it and Ed knows (also I love you goodbye)

Love you too 😊💋 have this short thing xx

It all happened rather quickly.

A poor choice of wording, the comment enough to make the part of Jonathan which were tuned to Edward's moods cringe in distaste, was all it took for violence to erupt.

Edward was not a weak man and the sinewy muscle which lined his frame had been slowly honed over years of private self-defence classes and intense engineering work proved more than enough to fell the goon with a quick strike of his cane.

A sickening crunch followed by a jittering stutter of pained surprise filled the small space and Jonathan held back a flinch as the body crumpled into a pile before him. A pool of blood quickly forming just to the side of the moaning head as fast fingers clutched at the open wound.

Edward made quick work of his goal, his cane arcing gracefully through the air with each vicious swing. Heavy blows which soon grew more muted and wet as the protective layering of skull gave way under the assault to expose the precious cargo below.

With rapt attention, Jonathan watched the display with features which one could easily mistake for boredom if they were to disregard the arousal which flashed in his gaze at every sickening thud.

As quickly as it had started, it was over, and both men stood passively in the now-silent room.

The flecks of blood which scored across Edward's face lay like freckles against his pale skin, a kiss of lurid colour which only served to accentuate his features. His breathing was visibly laboured, the twitching mass of flesh at his feet having taken more of his strength than he would have liked.

Jonathan watched him. His eyes sharp and mouth suspiciously dry, the adrenaline of watching Edward's kill thrummed through his veins with every shallow breath as his gaze flitted across the various streaks of blood and gore which coated Edward's frame.

Fresh blood. Unmistakable in both scent and colour. There were none who wore it as beautifully as Edward did with his emerald eyes and flamed hair. Paired with the serene expression which softened his lips and dulled the sharpness of his gaze as he too basked in his fresh kill, Jonathan was momentarily struck in place by the almost ethereal figure which Edward cut.

Edward flexed his pianist fingers against the air, the digits coated in streaks of red due to the force he had enacted with his cane. The scent of copper clung to him like a second skin and Jonathan inhaled it deeply as his body moved of its own accord, drawn like a moth to a particularly enticing flame.

Edward stiffened as Jonathan enveloped him but his stance loosened as thin limbs rubbed against him like a cat, a telltale hardness poking at his hip like an unspoken admission.

"It's not healthy that, you know?" Edward muttered, his voice coated in honey as he revelled in the attention which were so freely offered, its rarity making it a prize to be cherished.

"You look lovely. You wear t-"

Jonathan's words broke off into a muffled moan as Edward tilted his head up to claim his mouth with greedy possession, his hands weaving through Jonathan's russet hair roughly as he tugged at the strands.

Will also upload this to AO3. Links can be found in my pinned post.

Edward was not a man who enjoyed making a mess. However, observance was a skill he held in abundance and he found himself willing to make the odd exception when the rewards proved to be so sweet.

"It's hardly a riddle which requires much thought." Edward hissed as he pulled away, Jonathan's lip chasing his own in a shameful way he would deny in a heartbeat. "Your taste for blood isn't just limited to your own sadistic little experiments."

Avoiding the bait, Jonathan returned to more pleasurable ministrations as he dipped his head to rest his face in the nook of Edward's neck. A few dry droplets of blood were splashed across the skin and the urge to nuzzle against the mess proved strong.

"Jonathan," Edward continued, "wha-christ!"

Jonathan grinned even as he teeth continued their violent path into the flesh of Edward neck, worrying the skin there until it broke, ever so slightly. The hint of fresh blood, the tang of it alighting within Jonathan's mouth like a prayer, sparked an aggressive need within his chest that quickly had him pushing Edward against the nearby wall.

Caged and sporting pupils which were painfully blown, Edward responded in kind as he dug the tips of his fingers into Jonathan's back; his grip to tight that he could feel the flesh beneath Jonathan's shirt as if it weren't even there.

Pain blossoming in his neck forced a growl of aroused discontent from Edward's lips as he slipped his hands higher. He pulled on Jonathan's hair in one vicious tug, the strength of it enough to pull his frisky attacker away.

"You bit me." He accused, spotting the slight tinge of Jonathan's teeth as they sported a little of his blood. "You feral pup. How dare you?"

"I'll do much worse if you release my skull." Jonathan promised, his words honeyed and coated in the promise of violence to come. "I'll throw you to the floor and fuck you right here and now. In the mess."

"What if I say no?"

"You won't."

Edward narrowed his eyes at the challenge, the defiance and violence making his slacks feel very tight across the groin but his rebuttal was cut off by Jonathan continuing.

"And I know it. Because you love it as I do. Blood-stained and adrenaline-fuelled, your ego sings at the fact that i find you desireable like this."

A gasp escaped Edward's throat as Jonathan's spider-like fingers pushed against the obvious tent at his groin, making any denial impossible as arousal rolled through his trembling frame.

Robbed of his argument, Edward neglected to respond and instead settled on looping his fingers around the notches on Jonathan's slacks as he pulled him in closer once more; the scent of blood still hanging, heavy in the air like incense as Edward allowed Jonathan to show him just how desirable he truly were.

[violettduchess]

please may i ask for 3 different types of kisses with the 3 new princes

A/N: This is an older request. Sorry anon that it took so long! Thank you for your patience 💜

all the princes are with a f!reader

Word Count: 1618

These are long so the writing is posted below 💋

Silvio: Comforting Kiss

A dream of drowning in rushing black water has you waking with a strangled gasp. You swallow lungfuls of air too quickly, your heart racing like a swimmer stretching for the choppy surface. Your muscles ache and your forehead is damp, not with ocean water, but sweat. A shudder shakes you further and you whimper, the sound soft and sad.

He sits up slowly, pushing his seafoam hair out of his face, your gasping breaths having cut through his sleep like a burning blade. In the dim light of the bedroom, he can see the way your knees are hugged up against your chest, the tremble in your body as you struggle to regain control, to shake the last clinging drops of the horrific dream off. His hand rises and hovers just a moment above your back, split-second uncertainty paralyzing it. Then, slowly, he lowers it, pushing through the haze of leftover sleep and hesitation, and begins rubbing the space between your shoulders. The small, comforting circles his palm makes are gentle for a man often associated with brusqueness. He waits until he feels your breath entering and exiting steadily, then asks you what happened.

He is quiet, his hand now still as he listens to you recount your nightmare. He may be impatient but not with you. And he understands the fear you felt because Silvio is a man of Benitoite. He respects the sea. He knows its power. It is woven through the fabric of every folk song, every cautioning fairy tale.

Your words run out and you sigh heavily as you turn your face away from him, now embarrassed at the visceral reaction you had to something born of your own mind. A frown crosses his face and his other hand is on your chin, turning you back to him, his body knowing what to do even if his mind is a few steps behind.

He leans down, gathering you to him and kisses you gently, a kiss that grounds you, reminds you that you are safe with him, in your own bed, in the solid castle of his arms. He may not be good with words, your Silvio, but in his kiss you can feel them. I love you. I am here for you. I always will be.

Keith: Heated Kiss

He has been away for days on diplomatic business. And even though you weren’t moping around, wilting across seating furniture like some lovestruck lady in a bad romance novel, you did miss him fiercely. So much so that when you heard the servants calling that the Prince was home, you let the heavy, beaded gown you were trying on fall to the carpet with a breathy whoosh. 

In your rush out the door, you grab your dressing robe which is haphazardly tied over your shift as you fly down the hallway, wings on your stockinged feet, heart buzzing with excitement. Several servants leap out of the way, then smile at the genuine but hurried apology you toss over your shoulder. You hop around a corner and then reach the white wooden banister from which you can see the large palace foyer.

Keith is standing there, speaking with his butler, still in the stately white and gold of his travel cloak. Your heart stumbles onwards, thumping against your breastbone, willing you to move. He glances up, as if sensing you there, and he smiles, his face lighting up with joy.

You grab the hem of your robe and continue your flight down the wide stairs, rushing ever faster as he moves towards you and you leap from the bottom step straight into his arms. The butler discreetly steps to the side, motioning for the others to leave you. You barely notice the servants dispersing like dust as you hug him with all your strength, your face buried in the side of his neck. He smells like sunshine and travel and the faint scent of the tea he loves so much, black flavored with oil of bergamot.

He sets you down, your feet dropping slowly to the cold tiled floor. But before he can straighten up, you throw your arms around his neck again, holding him in place and surge up to kiss him. 

He hesitates. You are in the foyer of the palace after all and there are curious eyes everywhere. But you are insistent, whispering between kisses how much you missed him, how often you dreamt of his return, of feeling him in your arms again, how much you need him right now. And while he is a gentleman, Keith is also simply a man. And the woman he loves and has missed desperately and desires more than anything has her mouth pressed to his while she whispers sweet, ardent nothings to him. Your voice is low, only for his ears, and the words you are brushing against his lips are sinking in, stoking a fire that began smoldering the moment he saw you at the top of the stairs.

The gentleman concedes. 

Without hesitation, he lifts you into the cradle of his arms and walks with purposeful steps down a hallway to the right. Your body feels warm, feverish with anticipation as he kicks open the door to one of the downstairs guest chambers, the closest possible bed. 

Any curious gaze following you both sees the way he lowers you the moment he crosses the threshold, his white-gloved hands immediately pulling on the ties of your robe as his own cloak falls to the carpet. Curious ears hear the low, almost impatient growl that escapes the usually gentle prince as he captures your mouth in a heated, hungry kiss. And then every intriguing bit of it is blocked by the heavy slam of the guest chamber door, courtesy of the prince’s booted kick.

Gilbert: Romantic Kiss

You will always love the feel of Gilbert’s leather gloves. They are soft, supple and black enough that they seem to drink light in by the mouthful. Right now that dark, soft leather is gripping your hand tightly as he leads you down a narrow dirt path that runs along the back of the residence you are staying in. Puffs of dust are brought to life by your footsteps, dirtying the hem of your skirt and dulling the shine of his boots. This is a path not used often.

He’s leading you to the small greenhouse on his property, a small, derelict glass building in desperate need of repair. When you had first arrived and asked him about restoring it, he had shrugged, one shoulder lifting in a gesture that seemed to say “perhaps”. And then other matters had risen, the drums of war thundering in the distance, overshadowing the tiny, neglected greenhouse and it was never mentioned again. You had assumed he had simply decided it was not important.

He stops walking, turning to face you, his eye bright with excitement. “Allow me.” He reaches up and that soft leather now covers your eyes, shutting out the world. One strong hand on your lower back guides you forward, slower now. He warns you to tread carefully.

The first thing that hits you is the scent. It smells the way you imagine the color green would: like petrichor, like dirt, like something faintly floral and sweet. He walks you a few more steps and then removes his hand. You’re greeted by rows of young potted plants, hanging ivy as far as the eye can see, and a greenhouse without panels of broken glass, jagged and unwelcoming. It is a small green paradise within the dusty land that is Obsidian. You had mentioned once, shortly after leaving your home country to be with him, how you missed the gardens of Rhodolite. He had simply smiled and said nothing in response. You thought he did not want to hear about the things you had given up to be here. And so you never mentioned them again.

You’re taking it all in….And then you notice it. On the metal table in front of you, a black pot with a small, thorny shrub covered in miniature red roses, tiny replicas of the ones you had loved in the palace gardens. You turn to him, lips parted in surprise. “You hate roses,” you say, your voice soft and questioning.

“You don’t,” he answers. Those words settle into the center of your heart, warmth blossoming from them. He understood the Heimweh, the homesickness you felt, and that it could live alongside the love you had for him, neither one overshadowing the other. 

You can’t help the way your eyes fill with tears. Your gaze drops as you try to stop them but then you feel the cool touch of his bare hand on your cheek. He’s removed his gloves to touch you, laying them on the table as he steps closer. His expression is full of tenderness and your last thought as he closes the distance between you is how his eye is your favorite shade of red.

His hands cradle your face and his lips find yours. His kiss is soft, cool as a misty morning before the world wakes, when shadows and the last vestiges of moonlight still reign. His mouth moves over yours, speaking without words of love and devotion. Of understanding and acceptance. You sigh into his kiss and he drinks it in, sweeter than mana. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, your lips still touching his. You feel his smile and it sends another wave of warmth through you. 

His head tilts to one side, his lips never losing contact with yours. “Bitteschön, meine Liebe,” he murmurs, his lips brushing yours with every word. “Bitteschön.”

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