#the nip…..wow amazing

[loadinghollows]

She tastes just like candy 💜🍭💙

[carnalcrows]

PROJECT WOES - CHEONGSAN

pairing: lee cheong-san x reader

synopsis: The two of you fight. A lot. Neither of you really know why thought. What happens when the both of you get partnered up for a project?

content warnings: They just make out lol, everything is pretty tame here.

word count: 0.6k

Cheongsan had never hated a school project more in his life.

And that was saying something.

There were a lot of things he could tolerate. Long nights cramming for exams? Fine. Dodging Gwi-nam’s bullshit every day? Manageable. But this? This?

This was hell.

"You can stop glaring now," you said, not even looking up from your phone.

He scoffed, dropping his bag onto your desk with more force than necessary. "I’m not the problem here."

You snorted. "Yeah? Then why do you look constipated?"

He exhaled sharply, biting back a very colourful response. "Because I’d rather be doing anything else right now."

"Wow. Your flirting skills are amazing."

He shot you a glare, but you just grinned, clearly enjoying his suffering.

The worst part?

No one—not even he—knew why the hell you two were like this.

You didn���t hate each other. You weren’t enemies. Hell, you were even chill with his friends.

But with him?

For some reason, every conversation turned into a verbal sparring match. Every single time.

And now, thanks to this godforsaken history project, he was stuck in your room for the next two hours, listening to you be insufferable.

"Alright, let’s get this over with." You slid your laptop in front of him. "You write, I research."

Cheongsan frowned. "Why do I have to write?"

"Because your handwriting looks like an AI-generated font."

"And you think I’m constipated? Damn, you are flirting."

"Cheongsan, please. I have standards."

He gawked at you, absolutely seething. "You—"

"Oi, brats!" Your older sister’s voice rang through the hallway. "If you break anything, you’re both dead!"

"We’re fine!" you called back. Then, turning back to Cheongsan, you smirked. "You might not be, though."

Cheongsan grumbled under his breath and cracked his knuckles, forcing himself to focus. "Let’s just start."

For a while, it was fine.

Mostly.

You still annoyed him every five minutes. He still snarked back. But the work was getting done.

And then?

It happened.

To this day, Cheongsan still wouldn’t know what exactly changed.

Maybe it was the way you leaned over his shoulder, way too close as you pointed at something on his laptop screen.

Maybe it was the way your breath fanned against his ear, the scent of your shampoo way too distracting.

Maybe it was the way he turned his head just as you looked up—only for your faces to be inches apart, the heat between you shifting from hostile to something... completely different.

Neither of you moved.

Neither of you spoke.

The room felt way too quiet.

And then—

Your lips were on his.

Cheongsan barely had time to process before his body reacted—grabbing onto you, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss before he could even think about what he was doing.

And god, it was good.

He should’ve expected you to be a tease, but the way you nipped at his bottom lip, the way you tilted your head just right—it was unfair.

His grip tightened on your waist, fingers digging in, and you hummed against his mouth, a low, satisfied sound that sent a shiver down his spine.

His brain was screaming at him, but he did not care.

Not when you pushed him back against your desk, not when your hands slid under his hoodie, not when you—

"WHAT THE FUCK."

Cheongsan jerked away so fast he almost fell over.

You groaned, running a hand through your hair. "Goddamn it."

Your sister stood in the doorway, horrified. "In my house? In my presence?!"

"Technically, it’s my house too," you muttered.

"Not the point!"

Cheongsan was mortified.

Your sister pointed an accusatory finger at the two of you. "You owe me therapy. Both of you."

Then, with a dramatic shudder, she slammed the door shut behind her.

Silence.

Then—

You snorted.

And then Cheongsan snorted.

And then the both of you were wheezing, half-doubled over in laughter, because what the hell just happened?

"I hate you," Cheongsan wheezed, shaking his head.

You grinned, smug as ever. "Yeah?" You leaned in, brushing your lips against his ear. "You kiss me like you don’t."

His face burned. "Shut up."

But when you kissed him again, he didn’t exactly stop you.

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[bloatedandalone04]

Tramp Next Door

➪the one where you and bradley decide to really give your cranky next door neighbor something to complain about.

Warnings: smut, smut, and more smut, mentions of anal - WOW I DID THAT, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (not really?), handjob, cum play/eating - I DID THAT TOO, filthy talk, just the dirtiest dialogue ever written on this blog, bitchy old neighbor, public sex kink?, voyeurism (kinda, not really)

Word Count: 2.6k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

You were a bit…sore from yours and Bradley’s eventful night last night. 

After months of saying you wanted to try it, you finally did. 

When you told him you were ready for him to take your second virginity, aka let him fuck your ass, he was beyond excited. He spent a good hour prepping you and doting on you like the perfect husband he is, and then when the time for penetration came, it only hurt a bit. And only for a few seconds, because he was so careful the whole time leading up to it, so of course he was careful during it, too.

With that being said, you were really feeling it the next morning when you woke up with a soft groan. You were still protectively wrapped up in Bradley’s arms, and you melted when you turned and saw his peaceful face. His eyes were still closed, his expression relaxed and stress free as he slept, and you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips, careful not to wake him up. 

After you slowly and quietly untangled your body from his, you hobbled your way over to his flannel and covered your body with it. You threw on a pair of panties to go with the oversized shirt before making your way to the kitchen, where you debated sitting on an ice pack for a bit before beginning to make breakfast. 

You made bacon, french toast and muffins while your husband slept in, surely exhausted after last night, and you decided to eat on the back patio that overlooked the city. 

It had been almost forty minutes since you woke up when Bradley finally emerged from the bedroom, a tired yet happy grin on his stupidly handsome face as he stepped through the sliding door and joined you on the patio. “Good morning,” you grin and hand him a mug that says ‘I like her…’ with an outline of a cat next to it. 

He smirked back at you as you sipped from your own mug that read ‘I like his…’ with a literal rooster outline next to it. You had to buy the mug set the second you saw them, because come on. “Morning, baby,” he said back as he sat down on the bench at the table, his left hand patting his bare thigh for you to sit. “What made you decide to get up early and spoil me?”

You shrugged, moving to sit down on his lap. You winced a bit as you draped your arm around his shoulders, your eyes raking down his bare chest. “Just wanted to do something nice for my hubby,” you answered as you sipped your coffee before leaning down to kiss behind his ear. “And to thank you for being so gentle with me last night.” 

Bradley grinned up at you, “Of course, baby, but you don’t need to thank me for that. If you saw what I did last night…” he trailed off and brought his hand up to his mouth to bite down on his knuckles. You blushed and rolled your eyes as he laughed and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Trust me, babe, I’ll never forget how amazing you were last night, or how tight you were. That’s burned into my mind forever.”

Your blush deepened as you took another sip before setting the mug down onto the table. “I love you so much,” you mumbled as you leaned down to kiss him softly. “You’re my forever, baby.”

He smiled and pressed another kiss to your lips as his hand bunched up his shirt on your hip. “Forever and always, babe,” he murmured, looking up at you with nothing but love and desire in his eyes. 

You smile, reaching over to grab a muffin and pull it apart. You feed him a few pieces of it, laughing quietly as you brush the crumbs away from his mustache. “God, you’re a pig,”

Bradley hums in agreement, nipping at your fingers as they brush against his lips. “You married me,” he simply said and you huffed because he was right. At your silence, he grinned before setting his coffee down and running his hand up your bare thigh. “How are you feeling? Sore?”

You nod as his fingers brushed along the curve of your ass, his touch soft and perfect like always. “A little. But in a good way,” you grin. “In a really good way.”

He smirked, lightly patting you before moving his hand back down to squeeze your knee. “Good,” he rasped. “You spoil me, first with last night and now with this.” He gestured to the table and food, and you shrug again. 

“I love spoiling you,” 

Bradley smiled, trailing his fingers up and down your thigh absentmindedly. “Life would be so boring without you constantly keeping me grounded,” he murmured, leaning back against the bench that came with the table set. “Especially with how wild you make me in bed.”

You laugh quietly. “Well, you did propose to me in the middle of fucking a few years ago,” 

His eyes squinted at the memory, a teasing smile on his lips. “Ah yes, I’m a sucker for timing, huh?” He mumbled, sliding his hand under your thigh and pulling you more onto his lap. “Speaking of which, maybe we should take this inside and pick up where we left off last night.”

The suggestive tone in his voice had you blushing a bit and leaning in to gently bite down on his ear. “What’s wrong with right here? Scared our neighbors might see us fucking on our own property?”

He groaned softly, leaning back even more as he shook his head. “No…actually, there’s something about being out in the open that makes it feel even hotter,” he muttered. “Wouldn’t it be so hot if people saw how much we crave each other? Maybe it would even help spice up their boring lives.”

You hum, reaching down to palm him through his boxer briefs. “Definitely. Especially the old hag next door,” you whisper, reaching your hand past the waistline and beginning to stroke his semi hard cock. “Poor old bat. Probably been decades since she had a dick in her.”

Bradley groaned, twitching in your hand. “Yeah, probably,” he grunted, instinctively pushing up against your hand. “But hey, if she wants to live vicariously through us, who are we to stop her?”

You lift your hand and spit onto it before reaching back down and stroking him again, your thumb brushing against his tip as you kiss along his neck. “Remember that time she called me a tramp just for wearing shorts?”

His laugh is cut short as he sharply inhales when your fingers wrap around his cock. “Yeah, good ol’ Mrs. Whatman, always judging us for simply breathing. If she thought those shorts were scandalous, wait until she sees you riding my cock in broad daylight,” he teased, but he was also dead serious. “But seriously, what a miserable woman, huh? Thinking she has a say in what my wife can wear on her own property.”

You moan at his protectiveness over you, and you kiss along his throat as you give him a firm squeeze. “She hates us so much,” you purr. “She can’t stand the hot couple next door who fuck all night.”

“Yeah, well, maybe if she spent less time judging and spying on us and more time getting herself laid, she wouldn’t be so bitter all the time,” he muttered, pulling you so you’re properly straddling his lap. “And yeah, we fuck all night because every single time it feels like the first. Like last night, when I finally took your perfect ass.” 

His hands fumbled with the buttons on his flannel as he pushed the fabric aside and down your shoulders, the sleeves pooling at your elbows as he exposes your breasts to the sunlight. 

It felt a bit intimidating, but God if it didn’t also feel so damn exciting.

“Fuck, maybe tomorrow I’ll take you out into the front yard just for fun,” he thought out loud as his hands came up to grope your tits, his thumbs brushing against your nipples. “Let her hate all she wants. We’ve got each other and that’s all we need, babe.” His wedding band slid against your peak, the cool metal making you shudder as you push down his boxers and free him. 

Talking shit about your annoying neighbors with your husband was one of your favorite pastimes, especially since he had also been on the receiving end of one of her degrading rants. His was when he had music playing on his phone while he worked out in the backyard, and Whatman didn’t like that at all, despite it literally playing on his phone and not an actual speaker. 

So, justifiably, both you and Bradley couldn’t stand the woman who lived next to you. 

Your panties were beyond soaked at this point, your breakfast long forgotten as he reaches in between your bodies and pushes the damp fabric to the side before slipping one long, thick finger inside you. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,”

“I’m always wet for you,” came your whiny response, slowly riding his fingers as he slipped another one in. “Always ready for you.”

“Yeah you are,” he rasped, removing his fingers before taking his cock in his hand and guiding it towards your pussy. “Wanna see you ride me, baby. Give the broad another reason to hate the hottest couple in town.”

You moaned softly, then loudly when he guided himself inside your wet walls. “Fuck, baby,” you gasped, gripping his shoulders as you slowly began riding him. In the sunlight, your engagement ring - the one he bought the day after proposing because, again, he proposed in the middle of sex - shone brightly and casted translucent shapes onto his heated skin. 

Bradley looked hot as hell, his head tipped back and his hands tight on your waist as he guided the slow rolls of your hips. “Just like that, baby,” he grunted, “Ride me. Use my cock however you want.”

His words, the filthy things they were, made you even more wet, if that was even possible at this point. 

Even though you were nearly fully exposed, you didn’t feel shy or nervous at all. Any of your neighbors on either side of you could simply glance over and see you riding your husband’s dick before it was even twelve in the afternoon, but you didn’t care. In fact, it just turned you on more. 

You moan loudly and brace your hand on his scarred shoulder before lifting yourself up and dropping back down, setting a deep and achingly delicious pace as the sun burns down on you. “Feels so good, baby,” you whined, “Love your cock so much.”

Bradley groaned, “Fuck yeah, you do,” he muttered, already sounding a bit breathless as he gently gripped your ass so he didn’t make it more sore, and his concern for you was nearly too much sometimes. You were so lucky. “You love how good we fit together, huh, babe? Just like that…take it all.”

His hands grab your waist as he helps guide your movements, his hips pushing your thighs further apart so he could watch himself disappear inside you. “Oh, my God,” you gasped, closing your eyes as his thumb came down to rub against your pulsing clit. “I love you. I love you so much.”

Bradley groaned, lifting his gaze to your pretty face. “I love you, too, baby,” he mumbled as he fucked up into your sopping heat. “You feel that? Feel how much I love you? How much I need you?” 

He was panting now, sweat dripping down his forehead as your bodies came together in a faint slapping sound, and fuck you wanted your neighbor to see you now. See how much of a tramp you really were for your husband. 

You moan and lean in to kiss away the bead of sweat, and he groaned even louder. “We were made for each other,” you state as you ride him a bit faster. 

“Yeah, we were, babe,” he agreed as he throbbed inside of you. His hands hold you firmly in place as he takes it upon himself to rock up into you. “Fuck yes. Show everyone how perfect we fit together, how much we love each other.”

You cling to his shoulders as you let him fuck you the way he wanted, closing your eyes at the feeling of him. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, baby,” 

He hissed softly when you dug your nails into his skin. “I’m not going to, not until you’re coming for me. Not until you’re creaming all over me,” he rasped, bracing his feet against the woven rug that went with the patio set. He leans back and lifts you higher, using the new angle to thrust deeper inside you. “Look at me, baby. Watch me.”

You open your eyes a bit, watching the way his brow furrowed and his teeth sunk into his lip as he guided your body on top of his. Your toes curled as you started to shake, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on. You weren’t even sure if you had an audience right now, too mesmerized by Bradley’s handsome features to look around and check. 

“Look at you shaking,” he mocked, but there was a hint of pride in his deep voice. His thumb finds its way back to your clit, and he rubs it in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, babe. Show me how much you love being fucked by your husband.”

You moaned loudly, pulling on his messy hair he didn’t brush after waking up. “I love it,” you gasped, shaking harder as you felt yourself tighten even more. A second later you were coming hard, soaking his cock and abs as you whimpered. “Fuck, fuck. Don’t stop. Keep going until you’re filling me up.”

“That’s it…come all over my dick, pretty girl,” he grunted, more so to himself as he watched the way your arousal pooled at his base. His thrusts became more frantic as he held you tighter. “I’m close. Fuck, I’m so close.”

You moaned, licking along his neck and shoulders as you let him continue to pound your abused pussy.

“Oh, God, baby, that’s it,” he repeated,  fucking into you as he felt that knot inside him snap. He shudders as he fills you with his come, emptying everything he had as he weakly continued to thrust his hips. “There you go…take it all, baby.”

A content hum left your lips as you slowly rolled your body until he slumped back against the seat. You grin, leaning down to kiss him sweetly. “I love you,”

Bradley was still trying to catch his breath as he looked over your shoulder just in time to see Mrs. Whatman shut the blinds in her living room. “Yeah,” he grunted proudly, reaching out to guide his flannel back up your body to cover you again. “I love you, too.”

He gently lifted you off him and groaned as he saw the white ropes drip out of you and land on his thigh. “Well,” you murmur, reaching down to run your fingers through it. “Since breakfast got interrupted.” You grin before stuffing your fingers into your mouth. 

Bradley groaned and shoved himself back into his boxers. “Christ, you’re going to kill me one day,” he muttered as you dipped your fingers in his mess again, but he reached up and grabbed your wrist when you went to lick it once more, and he took your fingers into his own mouth and cleaned himself from your skin. “Damn, we taste good.”

“We’re perfect,” you grin and turn on his lap so you’re facing the table again, picking up the muffin you’d been feeding him before things escalated. “Now, where were we?”

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Threes a Formula

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: Y/n celebrates New years with the Wolffs but also faces the challenge of navigating the complexities of her growing relationship with the Wolff family, balancing her role as Jack's nanny with unexpected moments that blur the lines

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Susie Wolff x Nanny!reader

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff in the beginning. Later; 18+, cursing, age gap relationship, smut, Daddy kink, Mommy kink.

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5

Also happy Birthday Toto

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Chapter 6: Between the Lines

Y/n wrapped her scarf tightly around her neck as she stepped out of the car, the crisp Austrian air nipping at her cheeks. Snow blanketed the landscape, turning the world into a picturesque winter wonderland. She had just returned from celebrating Christmas with her family in Germany and was now ready to welcome the New Year with the Wolff family at their chalet in the Alps.

Toto and Susie Wolff stood by the entrance, warmly bundled in their winter coats. Jack was the first to spot her, his face lighting up as he dashed towards her.

Toto and Susie approached with smiles. "Welcome, Y/n," Toto said, his deep voice filled with genuine warmth. He placed a hand on her shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze that lingered a moment longer than usual. Susie followed suit, wrapping her arm around Y/n’s waist in a friendly yet lingering manner.

"We've missed you. Ready for some skiing?" Susie asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Y/n smiled, her heart fluttering at their touch, though a pang of nerves crept in. She hadn’t mentioned that she had never skied before. "Absolutely," she replied, masking her anxiety.

“Y/n!” Jack’s excited voice echoed through the air as he rushed toward her.

“Jack!” Y/n dropped her bags, opening her arms wide to catch him in a warm hug. She lifted him slightly off the ground, spinning him around with a laugh. “I missed you so much, little man! Look how much you’ve grown!”

Jack giggled, clinging to her tightly. “I missed you too! Did you have a good Christmas?”

“I did, thank you! But I’ve been dying to hear all about yours. Tell me everything!” Y/n said, placing Jack back on the ground but keeping a hand on his shoulder as they walked inside.

As soon as they were inside and settled in the warm living room, Y/n perched on the edge of the couch, pulling Jack close. “Okay, spill the beans. What did the christkind bring you this year?”

Jack’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh, so many cool things! I got a new LEGO set—it’s a racing car! And then the christkind brought me a remote-controlled car that goes super fast. Dad helped me set it up, and it’s amazing!”

“Wow, that sounds awesome!” Y/n replied, her face lighting up with genuine enthusiasm. “You’ll have to show me later. What else did you get?”

Jack continued, his voice filled with joy. “Mom and Dad gave me this really cool racing jacket, just like the ones the drivers wear. And Grandma and Grandpa sent me a huge box of chocolates and a puzzle.”

Y/n smiled, imagining Jack’s excitement as he opened each gift. “It sounds like you had an amazing Christmas. Did you get to spend time with your friends too?”

Jack nodded eagerly. “Yes, we had a big Christmas party with my friends. We played games, and I even showed them my new car. Everyone loved it!”

Y/n beamed at him, her heart swelling with affection. “I’m so happy you had such a wonderful time, Jack. You deserve it. And now we get to have even more fun here in Austria!”

Jack’s smile widened. “Yes! And I have to show you the snowman I made yesterday. He’s huge!”

“I can’t wait to see him,” Y/n said, ruffling Jack’s hair affectionately. “But first, how about some hot chocolate to warm up from the cold?”

Jack’s eyes lit up. “Yes, please!”

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Y/n adjusted her ski goggles and tightened the straps on her boots, standing at the base of the snowy mountain. The morning air was crisp, the sky a brilliant shade of blue, and the excitement around her was palpable. Toto, Susie, and Jack stood nearby, chatting animatedly about the upcoming run. Y/n’s stomach fluttered with nerves, but she forced a confident smile.

"You ready, Y/n?" Toto asked, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. His touch was warm and reassuring, but it only amplified her internal anxiety.

"Of course," Y/n replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. She hadn’t told them she had never skied before, not wanting to seem out of place or disrupt the family’s plans. When Susie suggested they skip the beginner slopes and head straight for the regular ones, Y/n had nodded along, her heart pounding.

The group moved to the ski lift, and soon they were ascending the mountain. Y/n tried to soak in the stunning views of the snow-covered peaks and valleys, but her mind was racing with thoughts of the descent.

At the top, Toto and Susie skied gracefully ahead, with Jack not far behind, his small frame expertly maneuvering through the snow. Y/n took a deep breath and pushed off, immediately feeling the lack of control as her skis wobbled beneath her. She struggled to keep her balance, her arms flailing as she tried to mimic the others.

Within seconds, Y/n lost control and tumbled into the snow, her skis crossing awkwardly as she landed in an ungraceful heap. She heard Jack’s infectious laughter echoing through the air, followed by Susie and Toto chuckling as they skied back to her.

"Are you alright?" Susie asked, her eyes filled with amusement as she knelt beside Y/n, helping her untangle her skis.

"Y/n, that was quite the show," Toto teased, his tone light but caring. He reached down, pulling her to her feet with ease. His hands lingered on her arms, steadying her as she found her footing again.

Y/n dusted the snow off her jacket, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I’m fine, just…a little rusty," she said, forcing a laugh.

"You’re doing great," Susie assured her, giving Y/n a gentle squeeze around the waist. "We’ve all been there. Just take it slow and find your rhythm."

Despite their encouragement, Y/n continued to struggle. Each attempt down the slope ended in a clumsy fall, her skis going in opposite directions or getting caught in the snow. Jack’s laughter filled the air each time, and soon, even Toto and Susie couldn’t contain their mirth.

By the time they reached the bottom of the slope, Y/n was exhausted and covered in snow. She leaned on her ski poles, catching her breath as the others gathered around.

"You know," Y/n began, looking at Susie with a wry smile, "I think I’m more of a wellness and après-ski type of girl."

Susie burst into laughter, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s shoulders. "I think we can arrange that. But you’ve been a trooper, and that’s what counts."

Toto grinned, patting Y/n’s back. "We’ll make a skier out of you yet. For now, let’s head to the lodge for some well-earned hot chocolate."

The next few days were a mix of laughter and determination. Y/n continued to attempt the slopes, each fall less embarrassing as she embraced the fun of it. Susie captured videos of Y/n’s failed attempts, promising to make a humorous compilation, while Y/n documented the family’s moments, snapping candid photos and behind-the-scenes clips for Susie and her Instagram.

When Jack’s ski tournament arrived, Y/n was the loudest cheerleader on the sidelines. She watched with pride as Jack raced down the slope, his technique flawless and his confidence inspiring. When he crossed the finish line first, the family erupted in cheers.

Later, back at the chalet, Y/n snapped a photo of Jack, Toto, and Susie, their arms wrapped around each other, faces glowing with pride and happiness. "For our Instagram," Y/n said, capturing the perfect shot.

Susie leaned into Y/n, showing her the video of one of her earlier falls. "This one is definitely going in the blooper reel."

Y/n laughed, playfully nudging Susie. "As long as it makes people smile."

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The moment Benedict and Rosa arrived, the atmosphere in the chalet became even more vibrant. Y/n and Jack were in the kitchen decorating cookies when they heard the car pull up outside. Jack's face lit up, and he dashed toward the door, shouting, "They're here!".

Y/n smiled, wiping her hands on a towel as she followed him to the door. She could hear excited chatter even before the door opened. As soon as Jack flung it open, Benedict and Rosa stepped inside, their faces bright with joy.

"Hey, Buddy!" Benedict laughed, lifting Jack off the ground in a bear hug.

"Hast du uns vermisst?" (Did you miss us?) he asked as he set Jack down.

"Jaaaaa!" (Yeeees!) Jack beamed, his small hands clinging to Benedict’s arm.

Jack turned to Rosa, who leaned down to give him a hug. "Ich muss euch so viel zeigen!"  (I have so much to show you!) he exclaimed excitedly.

"Wir haben dich auch vermisst, Jack," (We missed you too, Jack.) Rosa smiled warmly, her arms wrapped around him.

Y/n approached, her grin widening at the sight of the siblings’ reunion. "Schön, euch beide wiederzusehen,"  (good to see you both again.) she greeted, stepping closer.

Benedict turned to her, his face lighting up. "Y/n! Auch schön, dich zu sehen. Wie war dein Weihnachten?" (Y/n! Great to see you too. How was your Christmas?) he asked, pulling her into a quick hug.

"Es war wunderschön, danke," (It was lovely, thank you.) Y/n replied, turning to give Rosa a quick hug as well. "Aber ich habe mich darauf gefreut, euch zu sehen. Jack hat die ganze Zeit über euch gesprochen." (I’ve been looking forward to seeing you guys. Jack’s been talking about you nonstop.)

Rosa chuckled, patting Jack on the back. "Er ist der Beste. Es ist schön ein bisschen Zeit zusammen zu verbringen, bevor das neue Jahr beginnt." (He’s the best. We’re excited to spend some time together before the New Year.)

At that moment, Toto and Susie walked into the foyer, their faces brightening at the sight of the children. Toto immediately enveloped Benedict and Rosa in a warm hug.

"Willkommen, ihr beiden. Wir haben auf euch gewartet," (Welcome, you two. We’ve been waiting for you.) Toto said, his voice filled with affection.

Susie stepped forward, pulling them both into a tight embrace. "Schön das ihr es geschafft habt," she said softly. (Nice that you made it.)

The house quickly filled with laughter as they settled in, sharing stories and catching up on the past few days. Jack, ever eager for attention, tugged at Benedict and Rosa, urging them toward the backyard.

"Kommt schon, ihr müsst meinen Schneemann sehen und mein neues Auto!" (Come on, you have to see my snowman and my new car!) Jack exclaimed, pulling them along.

Y/n chuckled, following them outside. 

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The morning of New Year’s Eve dawned clear and crisp in the Austrian Alps, sunlight streaming through the large windows of the Wolff family’s chalet. Y/n stirred in her bed, the soft warmth of the covers cocooning her as she slowly opened her eyes. Jack’s laughter echoed through the hallways, a sign that the day had already begun.

Y/n stretched and got out of bed, her feet sinking into the plush carpet as she made her way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, she dressed warmly in a cozy sweater and jeans, ready to face the day’s chill. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries wafted through the chalet, leading her to the kitchen.

Susie was bustling about, preparing breakfast with an ease that spoke of years of practice. “Good morning, Y/n!” she greeted with a bright smile. “Did you sleep well?”

“Morning, Susie. Yes, I did, thank you,” Y/n replied, returning the smile as she reached for a cup of coffee.

Toto appeared moments later, already dressed for the day in casual yet stylish winter attire. “Good morning, Y/n,” he greeted, his voice warm and steady. “We’re heading out for some skiing today. Would you like to join us?”

Y/n hesitated, the thought of admitting her lack of skiing experience making her stomach flutter with nerves. “I think I’ll stay back and enjoy the wellness facilities today,” she said with a soft laugh, trying to keep her tone light.

Susie chuckled. “That sounds lovely. You’ll have the chalet all to yourself for a bit. It’s the perfect chance to relax.”

Y/n nodded, relieved by their understanding. “Exactly. I’ll be here to capture all the behind-the-scenes moments when you return.”

The family finished breakfast and soon departed for the slopes, leaving Y/n alone in the serene chalet. She spent the morning leisurely, enjoying the peace and quiet. After a long soak in the hot tub, she wrapped herself in a plush robe and curled up in front of the fireplace with a book. The soft crackle of the fire and the panoramic view of the snow-covered landscape created a tranquil ambiance that Y/n cherished.

In the afternoon, she set to work capturing content for their social media, preparing posts that showcased the warmth and joy of the Wolff family’s holiday. She edited photos of Jack’s excitement and Susie and Toto’s shared glances, each image filled with genuine love and happiness.

As the afternoon stretched into evening, the family returned, their cheeks flushed from the cold and their spirits high. Jack burst through the door, chattering excitedly about the slopes and his latest triumphs, his energy infectious.

“You missed some epic runs today,” Toto said, grinning at Y/n as he hung up his jacket. “But it looks like you had a pretty relaxing day yourself.”

“I did,” Y/n replied, her smile warm. “And I’m ready to help get everything set up for tonight.”

The evening unfolded in a relaxed and joyful manner. The chalet was soon filled with the scent of delicious food and the sound of laughter as friends and family arrived. Y/n flitted around, capturing moments on her phone—Jack laughing with his cousins, Toto pouring glasses of champagne, and Susie arranging the dessert table with care.

Dinner was a grand affair, filled with toasts and delicious dishes. Y/n found herself seated between Jack and Susie, the warmth of their family radiating through every shared smile and story.

The sound of the clock chiming in the distance signaled that it was almost time. "Everyone outside!" Susie called, her voice cutting through the chatter. Y/n grabbed her coat and followed the group out onto the snow-covered terrace, her breath visible in the chilly air. The clear night sky stretched above them, the stars glittering like tiny diamonds, creating a magical backdrop.

Y/n positioned herself near the edge, ready to capture the moment. Toto stood beside Susie, their arms wrapped around each other as they looked out over the valley. Jack was nearby, bouncing with excitement as the countdown began.

"Ten... nine... eight..." The crowd's voices grew louder with each second, the anticipation palpable. Y/n raised her phone, framing the scene perfectly—Susie and Toto standing together, the fireworks waiting to burst into life.

"Three... two... one... Happy New Year!" The sky erupted in color, and the first fireworks soared into the night, illuminating the world below in a cascade of vibrant lights. Y/n pressed record, capturing the awe and wonder of the moment.

She kept her focus on Susie and Toto as they turned to each other, sharing a kiss amid the glowing backdrop. It was a tender, genuine moment, filled with the love and connection they shared. Y/n smiled, feeling privileged to capture such an intimate scene.

As the fireworks continued, Susie and Toto turned their attention to Y/n, their eyes sparkling with warmth. "Come here, Y/n!" Susie called out, her voice cutting through the noise.

Y/n hesitated briefly, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t have time to think too deeply before she found herself walking toward them, her boots crunching in the snow. Toto reached out first, pulling her into a tight embrace from one side, and Susie wrapped her arms around her from the other.

"Happy New Year, Y/n!" Susie said, her voice soft but full of emotion. She leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Y/n’s cheek.

"Frohes neues," Toto echoed, his lips brushing against Y/n’s other cheek. The warmth of their presence made her heart race even faster.

Y/n laughed nervously, caught between them, feeling the champagne’s warmth in her system. "Happy New Year to you too," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

The embrace lingered, and before Y/n could fully register what was happening, Susie’s hand slid up to gently cup her face. Her eyes locked with Y/n’s, and without warning, she leaned in, pressing her lips softly against Y/n’s in a quick but unmistakable kiss.

Y/n’s breath hitched, her mind spinning. The kiss was brief, yet it left a lingering warmth that spread through her. Before she could react, Toto mirrored Susie’s action, his lips meeting hers in a gentle, fleeting kiss that sent a ripple of surprise through her.

As quickly as it happened, it was over. Susie and Toto pulled back, their faces calm and smiling as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. They each gave Y/n another affectionate squeeze, their attention shifting back to the ongoing celebration and the fireworks lighting up the sky.

Y/n stood there, stunned, her lips tingling from the unexpected kisses. Her heart raced, the moment replaying in her mind on a loop. The Wolffs, however, continued to act naturally, their warmth and affection blending seamlessly with the evening’s festivities.

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The Wolff family’s New Year’s trip to Austria was already filled with warmth and laughter, but the arrival of Kimi Antonelli added an extra layer of excitement. Kimi, the new driver for Mercedes, had joined them to get to know the team a little better and immerse himself in the family-like atmosphere of the Wolffs.

Y/n had met Kimi a few times before, during his appearances in the garage or when he drove the car during practice sessions. She found him endearing—a focused, talented young man with a bright future ahead. His presence around the family felt natural, and Y/n quickly grew fond of him, seeing him as a sweet, almost kid-like presence despite his growing fame in motorsports.

“Kimi!” Jack exclaimed as soon as he saw the young driver step into the chalet. “You’re here! You can teach me all about racing now!”

Kimi chuckled, ruffling Jack’s hair. “I’ll do my best, little buddy.”

Jack immediately took to Kimi, declaring him his new best buddy, and followed him around the chalet, peppering him with endless questions about racing and cars. Y/n smiled at the sight, enjoying how quickly Jack had bonded with Kimi, almost as if he had gained a big brother overnight.

One snowy afternoon, the group decided to take a drive through the picturesque Austrian landscape. Y/n, Toto, Susie, Jack, and Kimi piled into the SUV, enjoying the serene beauty of the snow-covered mountains. Y/n loved these peaceful moments, capturing candid shots of the family for their holiday memories.

The drive was smooth until they hit a patch of deep snow, and the car got stuck. Toto tried reversing and maneuvering, but the wheels spun helplessly in place. They needed help.

“I’ll call for someone to come pull us out,” Toto said, already dialing.

While they waited, the group made the best of the situation. Jack played in the snow outside, throwing snowballs at Kimi, who good-naturedly dodged and occasionally threw one back.

Soon, help arrived, a sturdy tow truck ready to pull the car out of the snow. As they prepared to get the SUV moving, Kimi offered, “I can steer while they pull us out.”

Jack’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Can I sit with you, Kimi? Please? I want to help!”

Kimi smiled down at Jack, ruffling his hair again. “Alright, buddy. You can sit on my lap and help me steer.”

Y/n followed them to the front seats, her heart warmed by the interaction. Jack climbed onto Kimi’s lap, his small hands on the steering wheel, looking determined. Y/n couldn’t resist filming the moment, her phone capturing every detail of Jack’s eager expression and Kimi’s patient guidance.

The tow truck began pulling the SUV out of the snow. At first, everything went smoothly, but as the car was yanked free, it jolted forward slightly faster than expected. Jack and Kimi’s eyes widened in surprise as the car lurched, their faces frozen in identical expressions of stunned amazement.

“Oh my God! Stopp Stopp” Y/n exclaimed, her heart leaping into her throat for a moment before the car steadied.

She couldn’t help but laugh nervously, watching the replay on her phone. “You two looked so scared!” she teased, showing them the video.

Kimi laughed, shaking his head. “That was unexpected. But hey, we made it.”

Jack grinned up at Kimi. “That was awesome! Can we do it again?”

“Maybe not on purpose next time,” Kimi replied, chuckling as he gave Jack a playful squeeze.

(Have alook at this cute video)

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It was a quiet evening a few days after New Year’s, and Y/n found herself lying in her cozy bed, staring at the ceiling. The chalet was peacefully silent, with everyone else having retired for the night. She had been so busy with the excitement of the holidays—Jack’s snowman, the skiing (or rather, her disaster on skis), and spending time with Toto, Susie, and the kids—that she hadn’t had a chance to truly reflect on the events of New Year’s Eve.

But now, in the stillness of the room, the memory came flooding back.

It had all happened so fast. The night had been filled with laughter, good food, and drinks flowing freely. The atmosphere was relaxed and fun, everyone in high spirits, celebrating the arrival of a new year. But then, it was the moment after the fireworks, when Susie and Toto had pulled her into their embrace. They had kissed her on both cheeks, just like they always did, but then… then it had happened. Susie, bold and playful, kissed her on the lips. It had been quick, but still enough to catch her off guard.

And then Toto… he kissed her too. His lips on hers, brief, just a few seconds, but it had left a lingering warmth in her chest.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push away the storm of thoughts that followed. What did it mean? What did it all mean? She had tried to brush it off at the time, not wanting to overthink it, especially with everyone else around. But now, alone in her bed, she couldn’t ignore it anymore. Her thoughts kept circling back to that moment, the feeling of their lips, the chemistry in the air. It wasn’t just a kiss between friends, was it?

She ran a hand over her face, letting out a slow breath. She had been with the Wolff family for over a year now, and she knew the boundaries, or at least, she thought she did. Toto and Susie had always been kind to her, supportive, and loving in a way that felt familial, but that kiss—those kisses—had blurred something. The way Susie had leaned in so confidently, the way Toto had followed suit, both of them so natural and comfortable in their touch.

Y/n sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. The more she thought about it, the more she felt confused. Had she misinterpreted their actions? It wasn’t the first time they had shown affection towards her, but that night had felt… different. It wasn’t like any of the playful touches or casual hugs they had shared before. There was something more intimate about it.

She knew she shouldn’t be thinking about it. After all, it wasn’t like they had said anything directly about it afterward. The night had carried on as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. They had even joked and laughed together as if the kiss had been just a part of the festivities. But Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that it had meant something more, something deeper.

She tried to picture Toto’s expression, his eyes, the way he’d pulled her close. He was always so protective and caring, but in that moment, there had been something else there, something she wasn’t sure she could identify.

And Susie—Susie, who was always so confident and assured in her own skin, had kissed her so boldly, as if it was just another moment to add to their friendship. But it wasn’t just any kiss, was it?

Y/n ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated with herself. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, especially when things had seemed so normal afterward. But she couldn’t stop wondering if that kiss had been a sign of something more—something that might change everything.

Did it mean they were interested in her? In a way that was more than just friendship? Or was she simply overthinking it? She didn’t want to assume anything, especially not with them being so close-knit and familiar with her. But the kisses—those lingering moments—they felt different, and it left her unsure of where she stood.

She glanced over at the clock. The late hour was a reminder that she needed rest. Yet her mind wouldn’t let go. Her heart beat a little faster as she recalled the laughter from that night, the warmth of the moment, and the way their touches seemed to spark something inside her. She cared about them deeply, of course. But this? She had never expected this kind of closeness.

Y/n sighed deeply, rolling onto her side, curling into her pillow. She had always prided herself on being able to handle any situation with clarity and calm, but now, she felt unsure. She didn’t know what this meant for them, for their dynamic, or for her. Was she supposed to just ignore what happened and move on? Or was this something she needed to face, something that might change the way she viewed her relationship with Toto and Susie?

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[st4rwritez]

write a fluff oneshot where yn/oc is doing a lotttt of homework and shes like a biomed student and nika is bored and she tries literally everything to harass yn/oc into paying attention to her + taking a break

Second ficc of my droppp i love this request sm omg.

Study sesh

Pairings: Nika Mühl x Reader

Rating: smut And fluff!!

Summary: request above!!

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩.

As a biomed student every score counted to you, no matter what assignment it was you made sure each one got your utmost attention, even if that meant staying up late or studying all day.

But in your girlfriend, Nika’s point of view it was the equivalent of torture to her.

Yes she understood most of the time leaving you to study but this was the 3rd time this week you were studying for an exam or doing homework for hours practically ignoring her.

So her amazing plan was to distract you until you gave her at-least a minute of attention after three grueling days.

It first started out with small hugs over your shoulders while you wrote.

“Bebo please take a break you’re over working yourself” she said draping one of her arms around your shoulders her head resting on your head as she fiddled with your short cut pink shorts that were teasing her all night long.

“Im alright niks just a few more minutes.. mmk?!” You said returning to your work.

She left but that wasn’t going to stop her. After about 10 minutes she walked back into your room.

Again, she draped her arms around your shoulders yet this time she placed a kiss on the back of your neck before she said “Its been a few minutes babe”

“Im sorry, just a few more minutes okay pretty girl?” You said eyes glued to your studies.

“Okay then” Not giving up she stayed there this time her arms still over your shoulders but this time every now and than she would kiss your neck or trace on your shoulder lightly.

You fought to ignore it getting back to your studies, but nika was very hard to ignore, especially when she was needy like this.

“Babe i need to study okay?!?” You said but she just traced down your arm lightly.

“Wow you don’t even wanna spend time with your girlfriend huh?!?” She said letting her hand trace halfway down your arm before she let it go slightly on your chest and traced on your under boob.

“No…niks” you said as your hand stopped writing.

“It sounds like that now doesn’t it bebo?!?” Her hands slithered from your body as she kissed your neck again on your sensitive spot behind your neck, this time biting down lightly.

“Nika..” you breathed out before dropping your pencil on your desk.

With that she pulled your small frame up from your chair and you did the rest immediately you both crashed into a kiss Nika’s hand grabbing the sides of your face pulling your face closer to hers.

Nika’s hand trailed up your shirt to unclip your bra.

You pulled away before going to Nika’s neck nipping at it leaving some marks across the bottom of her neck.

“Oh fuck” she said head tilted back as she grabbed one of your breasts from underneath your shirt making pleasure pool up in your underwear.

You pushed her onto the bed attacking her neck with marks and kisses.

Before you could start on her she made sure she took off your small pink shorts discarding them. “Those were teasing me all night now weren’t they babe?”

She pulled on your panties asking for permission and you nodded quickly as she discarded them, than discarding her own sweatpants and underwear.

You decided it was for the best if she had her top off as well, hickeys already piling up on her neck.

Your mouth went straight to the mount of her breasts sucking harshly as Croatian words you couldn’t even understand started spilling out of her mouth.

“This what you wanted baby?!?” You said sitting up.

“Yes..god yes” she said before sitting up with you now sitting on her lap.

She guided your hips right where she wanted feeling yourself slick on her, then laying back down slightly as you took the hint.

She motioned your hips in a circle against her clit leading you “there you go baby, you got it” she said her breath quickening.

She let go and you crossed your leg against her scissoring her clit.

“God yes bebo… doing so good for me” she said as her back arched into you.

A moan escaped your mouth as you rolled your hips faster adding more pressure feeling yourself against her.

You let your hand trace on her abs as you both moaned messily.

“Good girl” you said as she gripped on the bed sheets under her eyes closed.

You let your head tilt down slightly to nip on the skin of her abs getting a reaction from her as her mouth opened slightly.

You moved your hair out of your face before you rose your head again, this time letting it fall back in pleasure.

Nika looked up at you admiring you. “You look so good like this, on top of me my bebo”

Before you could go any longer she stopped you as you looked down at her.

“Nika please” you said laying on her chest moving your legs back in between hers on the bed.

“Shhh just trust me babe” she said before flipping you both over, her now hovering over you.

Without a second to waste she kissed down your body giving you chills, making it to your clit.

She immediately with no warning, lapped around your folds as if she was starved of you.

“Fuck nika oh my god” you moaned out.

Hearing your moans nika quickened her pace on you sucking and lapping around your clit her nose buried deep into your folds.

Without a second thought she plunged her finger into your hole as you grabbed onto her hair letting out a scream, you covered your mouth.

“Don’t stop please” you yelped out felling yourself come close as she harshly thrusted her fingers in and out of you.

You admired how easily it was for Nika to please you, no matter what she had to do she always would.

it was one of the things you loved most about her.

She always knew what you wanted, or needed.

“Niks..I’m close baby” you said placing a hand in her hair for support pulling light enough not to hurt her.

She didn’t stop there until you finished all over her fingers and face, of course she licked every last bit of you up.

She removed her fingers from you and kissed you softly. “So good for me baby, thank you” she said before climbing into bed with you, moving you on top of her.

“Fuck you were right i needed that.” You said playing with her hair.

She kissed you on your forehead “i know bebo you were so good for me tonight” she said lightly scratching your back.

[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

a/n: HAPPY HOLIDAYS MY LOVELY GREENIES!!! ENJOY THIS DELICIOUS SCENE FOR YOUR HOLIDAYS!!!! 😈

Series Masterlist Masterlist

Warnings: FILTHY DIRTY SMUT, 18+ MDNI, fingering, oral, anal (if you squint), little rough, dirty talk pet names, multiple creampies, explicit language

WC: 4011

Chapter 21

It was hot. You were hot. You were on the verge of sweating as you woke up. You managed to sleep most of the night but there was an ache currently growing in your lower abdomen pulling you from your dreams. You became very aware of the body behind you, his arm draped over your waist and holding you close as his face was buried in your neck. His breathing was even, soft snores being heard.

Normally, you would bask in the comfort and warmth he brings, but right now it was too hot. And you were in pain - a pain he could help if he would just wake up. You open your eyes, suddenly aware of the intoxicating smell in the room. It was that rut smell you were so familiar with but mixed with Chan. He smelled unbelievably good, wow.

You didn’t want to disturb his rest since it was rare, but your hips had a mind of their own. Grinding back into his crotch, he groans in your ear as you feel he’s already hard. A low growl is heard from his throat and you whimper. Your hormones were in overdrive, making you feel hazy and out of control. 

You keep grinding, only to feel his hold on you tighten. His breathing quickened, his heart starting to race. You were waking him and the anticipation of what was about to happen excited you.

“What do you think you’re doing, baby?” he rasped in your ear. 

His voice was heavy with sleep as he whispered. It sent shivers down your spine as you leaned into him. 

“Fuck, you smell amazing.” he growled, nipping at your earlobe. 

You moan and he bucks his hip at the sound.

“Channie…” you whine.

“What baby?”

You moan, grinding into him.

“Use your words. What do you want?” He kisses your neck and shoulder as he speaks.

“You.”

“You have me.” 

“Channie…”

He chuckles. “I want you too. I need you so bad.”

You moan, your hand holding his as it moves up to grope your breast. He pinches and teases the bud as you grip his wrist. Your breath catches in your throat as he nips at your skin. Pushing off the blanket, you flinch as the cool air hits your skin. Chan’s hand slides down your front, slipping between your slick folds. You lean into him, back arching as he moves his fingers.

“So wet, honey.” Chan groans.

He moves from behind you, laying you on your back as he comes between your legs. He continues teasing your clit, slipping a finger inside you. He pumps it a few times before adding two more. You were so wet, dripping onto the sheets as he thrusted his fingers. He was salivating at the sight, pupils blown as took in every curve and contour of your body.

Your eyes were closed, pussy clenching around his fingers as he built up your orgasm. He pulled his fingers out with a smirk, sucking them clean. He groaned at your sweet taste, pushing your legs towards your head roughly. Your hips lifted off the bed and he quickly attached his lips to your clit, sucking and licking. You groaned, your body folded in half, as he feasted on you.

His tongue prodded your hole, pushing in as far as he could, his nose rubbing your clit. You were about to snap, the sensations driving you crazy. Your body started to shake, your orgasm knocking into you. You cry out but he doesn’t ease up. Instead, your moans entice him to keep going.

“Ahhh…Channie…” 

He growls, the vibrations only prolonging the high. Your eyes were rolled back, hands fisting the sheets.

He finally comes up for air, your juices on his lips and chin as he looks at you with a dazed expression. It was like he was high off your scent and taste. He lowered your hips, crawling up and planting his lips on yours. His kiss was hungry, the poor man was starving for you and he was finally getting his deepest desire. He had been waiting his whole life for this and he was going to enjoy Every. Single. Second.

You tasted yourself on his tongue, the sweet taste making you realize why they liked it so much. Chan’s hips rutted against you, making you squirm. How was he not naked yet?

His bulge pressed against his pajama pants as he rubbed against your naked heat. He was so hard underneath. You whined, reaching for the waistband and trying to push them down. He kissed down your jaw and your neck as you whined in frustration. He nipped at your neck before finally leaning up and helping you slide his pants down. 

His cock sprang free and your eyes feasted on the sight before you. He was thick like Changbin but he had the length too. If you didn’t know any better, you would think it wouldn’t fit. 

The beads of precum on the reddened tip were about to drip. You moved towards him, licking it off. He groaned, throwing his head back. He adjusted himself, moving so he was laying on his back. You were kneeling between his legs, a hand gripping his cock as you licked up his length. You took the tip into your mouth and he bucked his hips in response. 

You moaned, taking as much as you could into your mouth, hand pumping the rest. You bobbed your head, moaning at the velvety skin as your tongue swirled around him. You teased his tip, before taking him as deep as you could. His hand found its way to your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He held your head, thrusting into your mouth and groaning as he hit the back of your throat. You fought back the urge to gag, trying your hardest but he was assaulting your mouth with his harsh thrusts.

Chan stopped his thrusts, holding your head in place as he was deep in your throat. After a few seconds, he released you, making you cough. You swallowed as you collected yourself, drooling a little along his cock.

“Get your ass up here.” he grunted, gesturing for you to move your body around. You moved awkwardly, unsure what he wanted. 

He grabbed your hips, moving you to sit on his face. He dove in, slurping up your juices once more. You moaned out, gripping his thighs as you tried to support yourself. His angry tip was in your face so you leaned down and took it back in your mouth. You wanted to taste him - to make him cum in your mouth.

You bobbed your head, stroking and sucking as you brought him closer to release. He was already on the verge, your warm mouth too inviting. He was trying with all his might to hold back, focusing on making you cum again instead.

You slid one hand down, curiously rubbing his balls. He jerked into your mouth and you realize you found a sweet spot. You began rubbing and squeezing them, making him groan into your pussy. He was on the verge of cumming, his focus drifting from your pussy to his need to spill inside you. He reached a hand up, thrusting two fingers inside you. 

You clenched around them, moaning on his cock as he continued sucking your clit. Your legs begin to shake as your orgasm hits you hard. You gush around his fingers, gripping the sheets with your free hand. You start to come down, resuming your tease of his cock. You lick the tip, focusing on the slit before plunging him deep in your mouth. 

He was so close, aching for release so badly that he began thrusting. You gripped your hand tightly around the base of his cock to give it friction as he moved. Soon, he was spilling into your mouth. You could feel it hit the back of your throat, moaning at the salty taste. You swallow it all, still bobbing your head.

He smacks your ass, making you squeal. 

“Good girl.” he says, pushing you to the side.

You fall onto your back and he’s plunging his fingers into you again. Your back arches and he curls them. You whine, needing more than his fingers.

“Channie…more…”

“More what, baby?”

“More…you…” it was all you could manage.

He chuckles. “Give me one more, yeah?”

He thrusts rapidly, his thumb pressing into your clit. You could feel yourself building up yet again at his expert fingers. His other hand reached up and gripped your neck as he sucked on your nipples. It was all so much, your eyes squeezed shut as you held onto his arm.

You groaned, reaching your climax and closing your legs around his hand. He could still move, prolonging your high as he did and watching you lose yourself. Your body tensed, eyes rolled back as you trembled.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful like this.” he panted.

Your chest heaved as you opened your eyes to look up at him. A lazy smile spread across your face and he leaned down to kiss your lips.

He wasted no more time, his cock still so hard and leaking. He lined up with your entrance, pushing his big cock into you. You moaned his name loudly as he stretched you out. You squirmed, feeling so full. He was only halfway in before slowly pulling out and pushing back in again. Each time he pushed back in, he goes a little deeper. 

“Mmmm, Channie…” you moan.

The drag of his cock each time felt so amazing. You could feel every ridge and vein, massaging you just right. He moved to straddle one of your legs as he held the other up to his chest. He thrusted into you, picking up speed and making you moan louder. Your grip on the sheets was turning your knuckles white. He felt so amazing - you felt so amazing. You felt so full, clenching around his cock and making him groan. 

Your orgasm was building fast, making you moan his name. You reached for him and he intertwined your fingers, pushing them down beside your head. As he leaned forward, pushing your leg down to you, he hit deeper. The orgasm came flooding through you, your walls squeezing Chan’s cock.

He grunted, slowing his movements as he watched you in awe. He peppered kisses all over your face as you came down. 

“Fuck, Chan…”

“We’re not done yet, beautiful.” Chan says. “Let me see that ass.”

You sit up as he lays back on the pillows. You move to straddle him, ass facing towards him. He smacks your ass, leaving a large red print. Then he takes his cock and rubs it through your folds. You moan.

He lines himself up and you sink down on him, making him bite his lip. You grind on him and he squeezes your cheeks. He spreads them open, watching the way you grip him as you move up and down. Watching his cock disappear into your tight heat has him ready to sell his soul. He will never get over this moment. Never tire of this view.

You roll your hips, circling as you squeeze him, milking him. 

“Fuck, you keep doing that and I’ll fill you up.” 

“Yes…want your cum..please alpha.”

“Fuuuckkk” he says, gripping your hips tight, thrusting up into you.

After a few thrusts, he’s spilling inside you. You hum in satisfaction, learning that he likes when you call him that. You keep rolling your hips and he reaches up to pull your arms back. You lean back, laying on top of Chan. He lifts up on his heels and thrusts up into you. His hands were gripping your breasts, playing with your nipples as he did.

“Yes…ugh fuck.” you groan.

Chan slips from your heat and you feel some of his cum drip out. You reached down and collected some on your finger, sucking it clean. You groan at the taste and Chan throws you off him. 

“Fuck, you like how I taste, baby?” He asks, lining up with you from behind.

He slams into you, setting a brutal pace that has you practically screaming his name. His cock was still hard, still not done with you.

“Chan….Channie, fuck.” you moan, dropping your head.

He smacks your ass a few times, making it red and raw before gripping your hips again. He was so smitten with you, lusting over you and your perfect body. He leaned down, bodies flushed together as he continued thrusting into you. His hand gripped your throat as he kissed across your upper back. 

He leaned up, bringing you with him as he thrusted up into you. Your head rested back on his shoulder, your breasts bouncing with his thrusts. The hand that wasn’t wrapped around your neck slid up your side and gripped your breast. He had you pinned, flush with his body and his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over. He was so big, it was impossible for him not to.

You held onto his arms, body shaking as you reached another climax. You had lost count at this point, too lost in the feeling of Chan. He stretched you amazingly, his body fitting with yours as if made for each other. Of course, he would say you were and that’s why you’re soulmates.

“Such a good girl.” he growls in your ear, nibbling on your lobe.

He releases you, letting you fall forward onto your hands, and thrusts into you. He pokes your tight ass with his finger, thrusting it in and out a bit and you shudder. 

“Mmmm.. Chan” 

“Little birdie told me you like that.” he teases.

You nod your head yes, eyes closed as you feel him twitch inside you. Suddenly he pulls out and you whine. He flips you over, a little close to the edge and you feel yourself slipping. He laughs, as you slide and laugh along with him. He catches you by the legs only to get inspired by this new found position.

He comes over, pushing your legs towards you. You're folded, leaning up against the bed as he steps over you. Squatting, he pushes himself down into you. His thighs flex as he moves up and down, thrusting into you at a new angle. God, he was hitting deep like this. How is that possible? You groan, the blood rushing to your head. 

“You see that, baby? See how I fill you up?” Looking up at where his cock disappeared into you, you could see a bulge in your lower belly that moved with him. He was so big, you could see him through you. It was so hot, you reach up and start teasing your clit. You moan and he feels you tensing around him. Your orgasm approaching once more, you squeeze your eyes shut. How many times was he going to make you cum?

He slips from your pussy, putting your legs over his thighs and reaching down to lift you off the ground. You wrap your arms around his neck as he does with ease and grace. He holds you up, lining up with you entrance and lowering you on his dick.

Slamming his hips into yours, he pounds your pussy as he holds you up in the air. His hands were gripping your cheeks, occasionally slapping them.

“Ahhh….fuck.” you pant. “Channie…”

Your bodies were sweaty but you couldn’t care less as you held onto him for dear life. All you could hear over your pounding heart was the skin slapping echo in the room. You leaned back as he continued his assault. You were seeing stars as you felt your orgasm building again.

He walked over towards the wall as he moved his hands under your arms, lifting you up higher. You were a little unsteady, leaning against the wall for support as he pushed your legs onto his shoulders. His face was buried in your folds, licking and sucking.

You moan his name, one hand gripping his hair and tugging. He groans into your pussy, the vibrations making you shudder. Your other hand was above your head, bracing the wall. Your legs were gripping his head tight but he didn’t care. He relished in the feeling as he would happily die between your legs.

“Fuck, I’m cumming…” you manage to squeak out before your orgasm knocks into you. “Ahhhh”

You could bald him with the grip you had on his hair, your body shaking violently as you come undone. Panting, he lowers you, bringing you back to the bed. He lays you down, kissing up both inner thighs and licking a strip between your folds. You shiver, so sensitive from all the times you’ve came. The heat within was cooling off and you could feel the exhaustion sneaking up on you.

Chan slipped into you again, his cock still hard and begging to fill you with more of his cum. He began slow thrusts, savoring the moment as he caressed your face, kissing you passionately.

You could feel how sweaty his body was, a few drops from his face dripping onto yours. He cocooned you under him, rocking into you as he kissed and nipped at your neck and collarbone. 

“I need you to be mine.” he whispers between kisses.

“I am yours.”

“Officially…” he looks deep into your eyes and you know what he means.

You offer your neck to him, opposite of Minho’s. He kisses up and down, finding your sensitive spot. When you shudder, he locks in, licking and nibbling.

You moan his name, holding him close to you. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, keeping his strokes short and deep inside you. He kisses you as he thrusts, leaning into the crook of your neck and grazing his teeth along your skin.

“Alpha…” you whine.

Instinct takes over, his eyes glowing a strong amber color as he sinks his teeth in. Your back arches, orgasm triggered as his mark imprints on you. He holds his bite, letting the mark settle as his hips move faster. Your body trembles beneath him, eyes rolled back as a wave of euphoria washes over you. 

Feeling the bond take hold, you feel a deep connection to Chan. The same level as Minho’s but stronger. You felt like you were floating, limbs numb as he continued rutting into you. His hands blindly found their way to yours, interlacing your fingers and moving them above your head. With a growl, he spilled into you, deep inside. It was So. Much. Cum. 

As he continued rutting, his cock finally softening, his cum began to spill out the sides. You were so warm and wet inside, he didn’t want to pull out. He released his hold on your neck, licking and kissing your mark delicately. You shivered at the touch, the skin sensitive. 

Blood trailed down your shoulder onto the sheets, but that was a mess for later. He peppered kisses back up to your lips, kissing you. You could barely open your eyes, lids heavy as the weight of a True Alpha’s mark settled onto your body. The strength you shared through the bond was slowly spreading through you.

He leaned up, looking down at you. He loved every inch, curve, and imperfection of you. You were his completely and he wouldn’t let anything or anyone separate you two again. He pulled out, watching his cum spill out of you. You whimpered as he kissed your temple before standing. 

You were laying sprawled on the bed, too exhausted to move. Chan snuck away to the master bathroom and quickly wiped himself off. He turned on the bath and let the warm water rise. He put some epsom salt and bubble solution in, grabbing a rag and towels and putting them on the stool next to the bath. 

Then he came back to your room and scooped you up. You barely registered as he carried you to his room. He came into the bathroom and stepped into the tub, slowly lowering the two of you. He placed you in between his legs and the water made you stir. 

Your eyes fluttered briefly.

“Shh…it’s okay, baby. I got you.” Chan kissed your temple. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

“Mmmm,” was all you could manage, leaning back into him.

He turned off the faucet and grabbed the rag from the stool. He dunked it into the water and carefully cleaned near your mark. You whimpered but didn’t wake. After he cleaned it up, he cleaned between your folds. You gripped his arm, brows furrowed, but eyes still closed.

He figured you must still be sensitive after the morning’s sexcapades. Looking over at the clock, he realized you two had probably been at it for hours. He finished cleaning the two of you up and drained the water, spraying you down before wrapping you in the towel. He picked you up and brought you to bed, drying you off. After he dried himself off, he curled up next to you and dozed off as well.

It was a couple hours later when Changbin stepped into the room. He wasn’t hit with the overpowering smell of your heat or Chan’s rut so he proceeded inside. He came over to Chan and nudged him awake.

“Hmmm?”

“We made dinner. You want to eat?”

“No.” Chan mumbled, half asleep.

Changbin shrugged, leaving the room. Seungmin glared at him.

“What?” Changbin asked.

“You barely tried.” Seungmin noted.

“He was barely awake.”

Seungmin shook his head, walking away.

It was the dead of night when Chan finally woke up. He looked over to see your sleeping form. You were sleeping so peacefully. You were so cute, 

he leaned over and kissed your cheek, to which you didn’t even move. He felt your pulse and checked your breathing before slipping from the bed and going into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, finding leftovers from dinner he knew the boys had left. He made himself a plate, heating it up.

“Hey.” said a voice, making him jump.

“Hey.” Chan smiled, pulling Hyunjin into a hug. “What are you doing up?”

“I’ve been checking on you two all evening.” Hyunjin shrugged.

“Really? Why?”

“You two fucked for hours and then went back to sleep. You didn’t even eat which worried us all. So I was making sure everything was okay. I didn’t know if being in your rut while she’s in heat was dangerous.”

“It can be, but we are okay. I didn’t hurt her.” Chan said, taking his food from the microwave.

Hyunjin nodded.

Chan moved over, rubbing Hyunjin’s shoulders and earning a smile. Hyunjin leaned into his alpha’s touch, Chan kissing his temple. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. I was just tired and worried.”

“We are okay. She’s resting right now. But she will wake soon. You should get some sleep.”

Hyunjin nodded. 

“Goodnight.” Chan smiled, hugging his mate.

Hyunjin laid his head on Chan’s shoulder, hugging him back briefly before shuffling off to bed. Chan sat at the table, eating his food. He was ravenous and the food was so delicious. He scarfed it down and fought the urge to go back for more.

Instead, he came back to bed and checked on you. You were still resting, but he wanted to make sure there wasn’t anything else. He went into Felix’s room and woke him gently. Felix woke up in a panic but Chan calmed him down.

Felix came in, checking on you and calming Chan’s worries. He said you were fine, just resting off the heat and exertion. The mark also looked good but he suggested Doctor Quinn check her tomorrow.

With that, Chan nodded and curled back into bed. Felix, with a pout on his freckled face, asked if he could cuddle with the two of you. Chan allowed it, Felix cuddling your other side. And soon, they were asleep as well, the three of you resting in the large king bed.

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[stellaspectral]

Can you do a Bayverse turtle tots story where they meet reader on Halloween, and the reader thinks they're wearing costumes, but when they find out they're ACTUALLY mutants, they think they're cool and still want to be friends with them.

A/N: Hey, anon—this is such a cute request! I assumed the reader is also a kid, so that’s how I wrote it 💖 I also have the boys already starting to wear their signature colors; I hope that's okay!

The Best Secret You’ll Ever Keep (fluff)

🟢 Bayverse Turtle Tots & Gender Neutral Reader 🟢

CWs: None.

The autumn air nips at your cheeks.

Leaves crunch satisfyingly under your feet as you walk down the street. Gap-toothed jack-o’-lanterns grin from porches draped in fake cobwebs and dangling plastic spiders. Fake witches and bats hang on doorways. Your bucket bumps against your leg, already heavy from a successful candy haul.

Dressed as your favorite character, you scan the sidewalk ahead, looking for the next decorated house with the lights on. Suddenly, a flash of movement catches your eye, followed by a muffled giggle and a thump. Curiosity leads you to a narrow, shadowed slit of an alley between two darkened houses.

Peeking around the corner, you freeze, jaw dropping.

Four figures huddle there, decked out in the most incredible turtle costumes you’ve ever laid eyes on. The detail is amazing: green skin that looks almost real, bulky shells on their backs, and colored masks tied to their heads. They even have realistic-looking toy weapons strapped to them.

“Whoa,” you exhale, stepping fully into the alley entrance, unable to contain your admiration. “Your costumes are insane! They look totally real!”

Startled, the four of them jump before spinning around to face you.

The one in the orange mask recovers first, breaking into a wide, toothy grin. “Thanks! Yours is pretty cool, too!” He gestures enthusiastically with a three-fingered hand towards your getup, then proudly holds up his own candy-filled pumpkin bucket, nearly identical to yours.

Purple Mask adjusts the pair of goggle-looking things perched on his forehead. “The material composition is top-notch! We used, um, special polymers for the skin texture. And the shell articulation is designed for maximum mobility.” He wiggles his shoulders, and the shell on his back shifts convincingly.

The one in the red mask, his own tied a little crooked and a pair of very realistic-looking toy sai tucked into his belt, scoffs. “Yeah, yeah, lay off the big words. They’re just gonna stand there gawkin’ all night and blow our cover!” He glares at you, clutching his own candy bucket. “What, never seen awesome costumes before?”

Blue Mask nudges him. “Hey, be nice. They’re just curious.” He offers you a small, reassuring smile, though his eyes are watchful. “They are pretty impressive, right? We take Halloween very seriously. What are you supposed to be?” He tilts his head, trying to get a better look at your costume.

You tell them which character you are and what they’re from. “My costume’s okay, but yours are on a whole other level! Especially the hands! How’d you even do the three fingers? Are they, like, super advanced gloves?” You inch a little closer, your gaze fixed on Orange Mask’s hand gripping his bucket. “And those weapons! They don’t look like cheap plastic. Are they real metal?”

“The hands are like, super-duper special effects. Top secret Hollywood stuff!” he answers, wiggling his three-fingered hand, the green skin flexing in a way that makes your brain hurt trying to figure it out. “And these?” He flourishes his nunchaku; it looks like it could actually do some damage. He does a fancy twirl, and the weapon thwacks against his leg. “Oof! Totally, uh, made of foam. Super safe!” Though he grins, he quickly rubs his thigh.

“Wow! Hollywood stuff?” Your eyes are wide with amazement. You’ve never seen anything like it. “Can I touch one of your shells? They look so hard and bumpy, not like those cheap plastic ones from the store.” You look expectantly at Blue Mask, who seems like the one in charge.

He looks at Purple, hesitating for a moment. “Uh, well, they’re kinda delicate.”

“Well, delicate may be underselling it,” Purple says. “The carapace is actually a fusion of bone plates connected to the skeleton, overlaid with keratinized scutes. It can withstand blunt force, though concentrated impacts could cause a fracture. Especially considering the unique accelerated growth patterns induced by our mutagenic …”

He stops abruptly. The alley seems to fall utterly silent, save for the distant sounds of other trick-or-treaters. Red facepalms with a groan. Orange winces, looking between Purple and you. Blue sighs.

“Nice goin’, doofus.” Red shoves Purple lightly. “Way to spill the beans.”

You stare, processing Purple’s rapid-fire explanation. Carapace? Keratinized? Mutagenic? These aren’t words used to describe costumes, even really good ones. Your eyes flick between the four of them, noticing the way their skin subtly shifts as they breathe, the glint in their eyes that seems too real, the impossibility of faking this level of detail.

Blue steps forward, placing a hand on Purple’s shoulder before looking directly at you. His expression is serious but not entirely unkind. “Okay, look,” he says, his voice low. “He got a little carried away. Truth is, these aren’t costumes.”

Red huffs, crossing his arms. “Yeah, what he said. We’re … different.”

Purple nods, while Orange just gives a slightly sheepish, hopeful grin.

A slow smile spreads across your face, wider and wider until it feels like it might split your cheeks. “Wait,” you breathe, eyes wide with wonder, not fear. “You mean—you’re real? Like, actually real mutant turtles?!”

The four of them tense, clearly bracing for screaming, running. Or maybe even fainting.

Instead, you bounce on the balls of your feet, nearly vibrating with excitement. “NO WAY! That is SO COOL! SO MUCH COOLER THAN COSTUMES!” You gesture wildly. “You’re like real-life comic book characters! Actual mutants! This is AMAZING!”

Orange’s nervous grin transforms into a beam of pure delight. “We’re ninjas, too.”

Questions pour out of you in an excited torrent. “Are those weapons real? Do you have a secret hideout? Who mutated you? Do you actually do ninjutsu? Can you climb walls?”

Blue holds up his hand. “Whoa, hey, slow down. One question at a time. Yes, we train in ninjutsu. Our weapons are training versions, mostly. And the rest, well, it’s a long story.”

“Yeah,” Red adds, though his tone is less aggressive now. “People don’t usually think we’re ‘cool’.” He still sounds slightly suspicious of the word.

“Well, I do,” you declare with absolute certainty, meeting each of their gazes. “This officially makes this the best Halloween in the history of Halloweens.” You hold out your candy bucket. “Want some candy? I scored a king-sized peanut butter cup back there, and I totally got three packs of those sour gummy worms.”

Orange’s eyes light up. “Awesome!” He eagerly trades you a handful of his own candy for a chocolate bar.

Purple politely accepts a small lollipop, Red grudgingly takes a piece of taffy, and Blue accepts a small pack of gummies with a grateful nod. Then you spend a few more minutes chatting in the alley’s shadows, learning their names. Although hesitant to share many details, their excitement about finding someone who isn’t afraid of them is obvious.

After a while, Leo straightens up. “Sorry. We should probably go soon—before Dad realizes we’re gone.”

“Awwww, already?” Mikey whines, stuffing a piece of candy into his mouth.

“Can I see you guys again?” you ask quickly, the words tumbling out in a rush of hope. “Please?”

Leo exchanges a look with his brothers. Raph gives a slight, almost imperceptible nod, as well as Donnie. Mikey gives you an eager thumbs-up. Leo then looks back at you. “Maybe. But it has to be a secret. A total secret. You can’t tell anyone about us. Not your parents, not your friends, nobody. Can you promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” you say, drawing an ‘X’ over your chest. “Are we … friends now?”

Mikey doesn’t hesitate, lunging forward to give you an enthusiastic hug. “Totally!”

“Gotta go!” Raph urges, already backing further into the alley.

“Farewell for now,” Leo says with a final nod.

“Indeed, until our next encounter,” Donnie adds.

After your quick goodbyes, they melt back into the deeper shadows of the alley, disappearing. You stand there for a moment. Tonight, you met real-life heroes, stranger and more wonderful than anything in comic books and movies. They think you’re okay.

And they want to be your friend!

You clutch your bucket handle tighter, a huge grin plastered on your face, and head back towards the street, wondering when—and where—you’ll meet your new, secret, totally awesome ninja turtle friends again.

[loadinghollows]

The ratio 💙

[baisemains]

Unwrap Me

Melvika Week 2025 - Day 2: Lingerie (@melvikaweek2025)

mel medarda x sevika

word count: 2.6k

contains: alcohol mention, food mention, smut ofc, dom!mel, sub!sev, some romance, praise kink, oral, masturbation, fingering, use of pet names, finger sucking

description: sevika comes home after a long day of work to a pleasant surprise from her girlfriend.

ao3 link | spotify playlist

mel medarda masterlist // sevika masterlist

Finishing up, be home asap, the text on the phone read. Mel smiled to herself as she hearted the message and responded Ok be safe, love you.

She then turned back to the stove where the steaks were cooking, a mouthwatering aroma filling the air. Her girlfriend Sevika had vented to her earlier about how horrible of a day she was having at work, everything going wrong. Immediately, she knew she wanted her to come home to her favorite meal and just relax. Flitting about the kitchen, she begins to set the table, lighting a few fancy candles to set the mood and pouring a glass of Sevika's favorite whiskey.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, she sees that her partner should be home shortly, and dashes to her room to change. Mel had planned an irresistible meal for later on: herself. On her break earlier, she had gone out and purchased a brand new—and very expensive—lingerie set as a surprise. Though she and Sevika had been together for a couple of years now, they both understood that they didn't want to settle into a routine where they stopped trying to win each other over.

So, they regularly had date nights, cooked for each other, brought each other flowers, the works. And the sex? God, the sex. That was still going strong, their need for each other was insatiable, their friends often joking that if it was possible, they'd have a slew of kids by now.

Slipping the final strap over her shoulder, Mel spins to look at herself in the mirror of her walk in closet and lets out a small gasp. She looked downright sinful. A satisfied grin covers her face, Sevika isn't going to be able to keep her hands off of her. Hearing the front door start to unlock, she throws a robe on to hide her gift until later, briskly heading back to the kitchen to serve the food.

"Babe, I'm home!"

The sound of the door shutting and subsequent boots being placed on the shoe rack comes just in time. Mel is placing their meals onto the table as Sevika walks into the room and takes in the ambience.

"Wow. This all for me? Or is your other girlfriend coming over?"

Mel rolls her eyes at Sevika's question, the woman loved that joke more than anything and never passed up an opportunity to use it.

"Yes, actually, she should be here shortly so if you could vacate the space, that would be amazing." Brushing past her girlfriend to reach the fridge, Mel feels a hand wrap around her waist before she's spun around and pinned back against the table. Dark grey eyes bore into her own, a predator-like smile slowly spreading onto Sevika's lips.

"That so?" A nip at Mel's neck. "Well, then she's gonna be very disappointed when she sees me fucking you on this table."

Leaning down to capture the mouth opposite her in a hungry kiss, Sevika gets to the point immediately, biting and sucking at plump lips before placing her large hands under Mel's thighs and lifting her onto the table, place settings be damned. Only then does Mel realize what's happening and separates their mouths with a wet pop.

"I didn't cook all of this for it to go to waste. Dinner first, and you can have your treat after."

Jumping down from the table, Mel smooths down her robe, making sure the outfit under isn't visible, and walks around to her seat, settling in. She begins cutting into her meal, looking at Sevika expectantly and waiting for her to sit down. The other woman eventually does with a dramatic sigh and drops into her chair, grabbing her glass of whiskey.

"How was work?" Mel places a buttery piece of steak into her mouth as her girlfriend groans and begins relaying her frustrations of the day. By the time she's gotten it all out of her system, both plates are cleared and glasses are empty, the mood much more comfortable.

Rising from the table, Sevika begins taking away the dishes, placing them in the sink as Mel stands up to help. Once they've finished, Mel strolls over to stand behind the taller woman and presses a slow kiss to her shoulder, feeling a hum through the skin.

"Ready now, handsome?"

Sevika's head drops back onto Mel's shoulder as a soft exhale escapes her mouth. "I thought you'd never ask."

Spinning around, Sevika attaches their mouths once again, walking them towards their shared bedroom, hands roaming and groping the entire time. Once they reach the wall in front of the bed, Mel's lips trail down the length of Sevika's neck, pausing just above the collarbone where she starts laying open mouth kisses, her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin. The hands placed on the taller woman's hips slide up under her shirt, tracing patterns on her skin.

"You're a bit overdressed," Mel practically purrs, fingers skimming over a defined abdominal muscle. "You'd probably be a lot more comfortable without this."

"That can be arranged."

The fabric is pulled over Sevika's head with a couple of jerky movements, baring her upper body completely. Mel can't help but let out a quiet hum of appreciation, her eyes roaming up and down the expanse of skin before her. The muscles are unbelievably defined, developed inch by inch over the years, littered with all sorts of scars and scratches. Her prosthetic shines in the low light of the room, the woman wearing it proudly. A living, breathing work of art sits before her, and the heat in her stomach begins to swell.

“Your turn.”

A firm hand reaches for the tie on Mel’s robe, and she looks up in anticipation of her lover’s reaction. A tugging of the cord pulls the robe loose and sends it slipping towards the ground, revealing the material underneath.

The lingerie hugs every single curve, leaving just enough to the imagination. The lacy black material accentuates the smooth skin it clings to, a contrast that has Sevika's heart quickening. A low moan leaves her mouth as she drinks in every inch of exposed flesh before her, feeling her self-control slipping away with every second that ticks by.

"Do you like it?" Mel's voice is teasing, almost cocky, and it brings Sevika back to the moment. Her eyes, now dilated with lust, slowly drag up to make contact with those opposite. The taller woman replies with a breathy yes, all other words lost on her tongue. Mel’s hands rise to her girlfriend’s shoulders, pushing lightly on them, indicating her desire for her to kneel down. Without question, Sevika drops to her knees, looking up obediently to her lover while waiting for the next order.

"Such a good girl for me."

The words send a shiver through Sevika's spine, desire pooling deep in her gut. Those words and a simple gesture have her completely at Mel's mercy. A hand finds the back of Sevika's head, slender fingers sliding through short hair and twirling a handful.

“You're going to do whatever I say, whenever I say it, aren't you?"

A soft whine comes from Sevika's throat, the praise and control sending jolts into her core. The only thing she can manage is a nod, her breath starting to come out in ragged pants. A low chuckle escapes Mel, fully aware of how much her words are affecting Sevika. It only takes a couple of phrases to have the other woman wrapped around her little finger, and it's a power trip that always gets the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

The hand on Sevika's head guides her closer to the black fabric, face only a few inches away from her core, the warmth of her breath sending an electric current through Mel. "Go on. You can have your dessert now." A tone of encouragement, but also of command.

Not needing to be told twice, Sevika buries her mouth against her girlfriend, nuzzling the smooth fabric with her nose and inhaling the sweet scent. She slowly licks along the lace, tasting the skin underneath, the touch leaving trails of heat wherever her lips touch.

A gasp leaves Mel as she feels Sevika's lips on her body, her other hand coming up to grasp onto her shoulder to steady herself. The feeling is incredible and it's all she can do to remain standing, her knees already threatening to buckle.

"Oh sweetheart, you're doing wonderfully, I—" the sentence is cut off with a high-pitched whine as Sevika's teeth are suddenly scraping against a sensitive inner thigh. A proud hum leaves her mouth as she feels the hand on her shoulder twitch, knowing that she's slowly but surely breaking the composure of her girlfriend. As she continues to kiss and bite the tender flesh, she feels the fabric under her grow damp, and the smell of arousal is almost overwhelming.

The words of encouragement from Mel spur her on, and she pushes onward, a metal finger dragging the fabric aside before her eager tongue slips into dripping sweetness. The sensation has Mel seeing stars, thighs almost giving out but for the support of her lover's grip.

"God, oh god, you're so good at that, gorgeous," comes a breathless whisper from above. Mel’s body is on fire, skin humming with desire, the coil in her stomach beginning to pull tighter.

Sevika smiles at the praise, tongue continuing its movements inside wet heat. Mel yanks her own bra down, freeing two perfect breasts for her beloved to gaze upon. Sevika’s body is screaming for attention, and after trying earnestly to ignore it, she carefully slips her right hand into her pants while absorbing all of the wonderful sounds and moans from her girlfriend.

Letting out a strangled moan that captures Mel's attention, the younger woman instantly looks down, the sight pulling an aroused groan from her. Desperate, glossy eyes are staring back as she grinds down, fucking herself with her girthy digits.

"Oh baby...look at you, just a needy little thing, aren't you?"

Sevika's eyes roll back into her head at the phrasing, and it takes everything in Mel not to cum right there. Another wave of heat announces itself as emerald orbs rake over the vision in front of her; Sevika on her knees, completely under her control, both her mouth and hand working diligently. It's the hottest goddamn thing she's ever seen.

Mel's fingers yank on the short tresses and separate them from each other, forcing an upset whine from the subservient woman. Giving her a cheshire grin, Mel slowly slides her hand from raven hair, trailing her fingers down a defined jawline to parted lips, pushing two of them inside.

The feeling of slender muscles pressed onto her tongue is enough to drive Sevika crazy, and she moans around them, staring up at Mel with wide, pleading eyes. It feels like a lifetime before the other woman's hand is leaving her mouth, and the moment they do, a pathetic whimper echoes throughout the room.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

Mel's voice is full of mock sympathy, her expression bordering on sadistic as she stares down at her girlfriend. Sevika hasn't stopped riding her fingers through this entire exchange, and she's approaching her climax dangerously fast. Mel recognizes how close the other woman is, and she has no intentions of letting her get off that easily.

"Ah-ah, not yet, my love. I'm not done with you," she smirks.

With both of her hands, she grabs the back of Sevika's scalp and pulls her back between her legs, feeling the desperation in her actions. A firm lick at her clit has her gasping, and it makes the inferno low in her stomach flare up even higher.

Sevika isn't given a chance to move from her position, and it feels like all the air is sucked out of her lungs as her face is pushed even harsher against the slick heat, her tongue pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. It feels like being set ablaze, the heat and taste threatening to overtake her, and it's all she can do to not break down then and there. When her name starts being groaned between broken whines and gasps, the world comes into focus again.

"Are you close, Sevi?" Mel forces out in between heavy breaths. "I need to c— ah, need to cum with you."

Sevika's head rises up briefly for a deep breath, chin glistening with slick as her gaze locks onto bright green eyes.

"So close, please." Her voice is hoarse, pleading, and a sharp tug on her hair has her back where it was moments earlier, resuming her ministrations.

The sound of Sevika's voice is like gasoline to flames, and it sets off the final spark of tension that's been building up in Mel's body. With her climax fast approaching, she can barely remain standing, her entire world shrinking to simply being in this moment with her love.

With one final curve of her fingers, Sevika hits that spongy spot inside of herself and sends her tumbling over the edge with a muffled moan. Cum floods her hand, spilling into her boxers, and it causes a chain reaction to the woman above her.

Feeling the vibration through her body, pleasure surges through Mel, shooting from her core outwards, leaving her head spinning. She can barely see straight as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her, an overwhelming force she can't stop. She feels like she's drowning, and she desperately grasps at the only thing she can find: Sevika.

There's no longer any words, just high mewls and moans leaving her lips. Her breathing is labored and broken, her fingers clawing for purchase at the broad shoulders. It's too much, she's never been reduced to this much of a trembling mess before, and she drops to her knees while gasping for air.

As Mel collapses into Sevika, the older woman is quick to wrap her arms around her, her own breath also coming out in short, ragged pants. They stay like that for a long moment, just embracing in the aftermath, Sevika pressing soft kisses to the top of Mel's head and gently rubbing her trembling back.

"That was…" Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper. "Intense."

Mel manages a shaky laugh, her entire body still quivering with aftershocks. "Intense is putting it lightly. I haven't come that hard in—" she breaks off with a laugh, "ever, I think."

Pulling her face back to look up at her girlfriend, she gives her a lazy smile. "You completely wrecked me, love. It was incredible."

Sevika looks down at the spent woman in her arms, pride and affection swelling in her chest. It's always a rush to know that she can make her girlfriend feel like this; reduced from an elegant, poised powerhouse to a quivering mess. It's just as satisfying to her to hold her after, taking care of her in the result of a life shattering experience.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, darling." Leaning down, Sevika pulls the other woman towards her, tongue reaching out and just barely slipping into her mouth. Mel moans gently upon tasting herself, returning the gesture with a slow kiss. They sit there for a minute, wrapped up in each other, until she eventually pulls back and looks at the short haired woman, a mock-serious expression on her face.

"You know, I did buy us an actual dessert for us to enjoy after this," she teased.

Sevika's stomach grumbles instantly, causing the two to break out into a fit of giggles.

"You know me so well." Pressing a soft kiss to her lover's lips, Sevika stands and reaches a large hand out in waiting. After taking it, Mel leads her hand in hand to the kitchen, smiling and joking the entire way.

[lvnleah]

Auntie Duties | Lotte Wubben-Moy

Summary: you and Lotte look after your nephew and niece for the evening.

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Being an auntie was the proudest thing you’d ever done. You loved your four-year-old nephew and ten-month-old niece, Noah and Evie, so when your sister asked if you could look after them for the weekend, you immediately said yes.

You’d recently moved in with your girlfriend, Lotte, after being together for a year so it was the first time that you were looking after them together. Your sister had dropped Evie off around lunchtime and you and Lotte were going to pick Noah up from school.

It was October, the air was cold and crisp so Evie was bundled up in a one piece coat as she rested on Lotte’s hip. She played with Lotte’s hair, her tiny hands pulling it apart, you could tell it was painful but Lotte wasn’t saying a word.

“You’re such a gorgeous girl!” Lotte cooed, bouncing Evie up and down as you pushed the stroller.

Evie let out a contagious laugh before babbling away in Lotte’s arms, Lotte went along and acted like she knew what Evie was saying. Noah’s school wasn’t far from your house so you and Lotte agreed to take the short stroll.

As you reached the school gates, children spilled out, their laughter echoing. Noah emerged, his backpack bouncing on his shoulders as he ran toward you both. His blonde hair stuck out in all directions, and his eyes widened when he spotted you and Lotte waiting for him.

“Auntie Lotts!” he shouted, running towards you. Lotte handed Evie to before she knelt down to greet him, his laughter filling the air as Lotte picked him up and threw him in the air.

“Hi little man!” Lotte smiled, tickling the blonde boy's stomach, “How was your day?”

“It was so good!” Noah grinned, “I got to learn all about dinosaurs, I played with my friends and I had chicken nuggets for lunch!”

You gasped, matching Noah’s enthusiasm, “Oh my god, bud! That sounds amazing! Me and Auntie Lotts were wondering, do you want to go to the park with us and Eve’s?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” He said, jumping up and down and Lotte placed him on the floor.

The crisp October air nipped at your cheeks as you walked toward the nearby park, Noah's hand securely clasped in Lotte’s. Evie, bundled up in her cosy one-piece coat, nestled against your chest.

"Look at you, little adventurer," Lotte murmured to Evie. "Ready for the park, huh?" Evie babbled in response, her eyes wide with curiosity. Lotte pretended to understand every word once again, nodding and making exaggerated expressions.

Noah skipped ahead, his excitement palpable. "Auntie Lotts, can we go on the swings?" he asked, his blue eyes dancing with anticipation.

"Absolutely!" Lotte replied, "Maybe we could play some football afterwards too?"

Noah's face lit up. "Really? I’d love that!"

As you entered the park, Noah raced toward the swings, and Lotte followed. You slowly made your way over with the stroller and Evie, who was peacefully babbling away in your arms.

Lotte pushed Noah on the swing, the wind ruffling his hair. "Higher, Lotts!" he shouted, pumping his legs. You sat on a nearby bench, watching the bond that your girlfriend had created with your nephew. Evie's eyes widened as she watched Noah, and you wondered what thoughts were swirling in her little mind.

Lotte soon walked over to you once Noah had gotten bored of the swings and raced over to the slide, "I think Evie's fascinated by her big brother," she whispered.

You grinned. "She's taking mental notes for when she's old enough to annoy him.”

Noah slid down the slide, his cheeks flushed as he rushed over to you. "Can we go over to the sand pit before playing football?"

"Absolutely," you said, "Let's explore."

Lotte and Noah, Hand in hand, wandered toward the sandbox. Noah knelt down, digging his fingers into the sand. "Look!" he exclaimed, pointing at a shallow indentation. "Dinosaur toes!"

Lotte crouched beside him. "Wow bud!," she said, drawing a wiggly line in the sand. "Maybe a tail here?"

Evie gurgled happily, her tiny fingers reaching for the sand. You lowered her closer, letting her feel the texture. "What do you think, Evie?" you asked. "Dinosaur or dragon?"

She babbled in response, her eyes wide with wonder. As the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows, you all sat on the grass. Noah recounted his adventures at school, and you both listened intently, soaking up every word. Lotte leaned against you, her warmth seeping through your jacket.

You watched on as Lotte and Noah passed the ball back and forth, each time Lotte gave him tips on what to do and Noah listened closely.

You and Lotte gathered Noah and Evie, their laughter still echoing in the park. The walk home was filled with chatter, Noah excitedly recounting his day at school once again, telling you small parts that he’d missed out. The air turned colder, and you pulled their coats tighter around them.

Lotte carried Evie on her hip, her cheeks flushed from the brisk walk. Evie's tiny hands tugged at Lotte's hair, and you chuckled. "She's got a strong grip," you said.

Lotte grinned. "She's practising for when she becomes a hair stylist."

Noah skipped ahead, pretending to be a dinosaur. "Roar!" he shouted, stomping his feet. You joined in, your own dinosaur impression earning giggles from both kids.

Back home, the cosy warmth welcomed you. The scent of dinner soon lingered in the air as Lotte began cooking whilst you entertained Noah and Evie. You settled Evie in her high chair, and Lotte began chopping dishing dinner up. Noah sat at the kitchen table, colouring a picture of a dinosaur.

"Can I help?" Noah asked Lotte.

"Absolutely," Lotte said. "You can be my official taste tester."

Evie banged her spoon on the tray, her eyes wide with curiosity. Noah set the table, arranging mismatched plates and cups. Evie's eyes followed his every move, as if memorising the layout for future reference.

"Dinner's ready!" Lotte announced, placing the steaming food down. You all gathered around the table, it was filled with laughter and non stop conversations. You and Lotte told Noah about your days, Lotte shared stories about training.

Lotte and you exchanged knowing glances, this chaotic, messy mealtime was exactly what you'd signed up for.

Afterwards, it was bath time. Noah splashed in the tub, pretending he was a deep-sea explorer. Evie sat in her baby tub, her eyes wide as she watched her big brother. Lotte sang silly songs, and you joined in, creating a cacophony of off-key tunes.

Wrapped in fluffy towels, the kids yawned and Lotte read them bedtime stories. Evie snuggled into her crib, her thumb in her mouth. Noah clutched his stuffed dinosaur, eyelids drooping.

"Goodnight, buddy," you whispered, brushing Noah’s hair out of his face.

Lotte kissed Noah’s forehead. "Sleep tight, bud."

As you closed your spare bedroom door, you and Lotte collapsed on the couch. The house was quiet now, the only sounds were the ticking clock and the wind outside. Lotte rested her head on your shoulder, and you sighed contentedly.

"Being an auntie is the best," you said. “You get to hand them back whenever you want.”

Lotte nodded, leaning up and pecking your lips. "Can’t wait to have a life like this with you.

[sinful-lanterns]

Since you appreciate my fuzzy tarantula Garofano headcanon, I'm going to spoil you with this little scene I had in mind for Researcher and Drider!Garofano. 😌 Basically, Researcher's being her usual inquisitive self about Garofano, and it starts getting a little sexy. There's a little NSFWish stuff toward the end, but there's nothing too explicit. Maybe I'll consider writing more eventually. Also, I haven't written dialogue in ages, so I apologize for how rusty I am... 😅 Hopefully, this isn't too bad though! ------

You realize this is a bit of an awkward position for Garofano.

You've seen enough dead spiders before--flopped on their backs with their limbs curled toward their torsos with the eternal and graceless rigor of death.

But with the size of Garofano's web, it wasn't too difficult to convince the drider to rest comfortably on her back. You had bribed her with freshly-cooked food--skewers of cubed deer meat from one of her earlier hunts that you had roasted over the open fire. You had also come with some skewers of the raw meat as well if she had preferred something more... fresh.

All the same, it's in her web that the drider reclines herself back on her web, content to eat from your offering while you sit on the length of her abdomen. Garofano seems entirely unbothered by your weight even as you run your hands through the thick fuzz beneath you. The texture reminds you somewhat of bumblebees with its softness. You press a little harder as you rub curiously along one section of her torso, eliciting a soft sound from Garofano.

You look up quickly to see if you might have caused her discomfort, but the drider's eyes are blissfully closed. Movement behind you then draws your gaze that way, and you're momentarily taken aback when you see one of Garofano's segmented legs kicking with seeming delight at your continued touch.

You can't help but giggle.

Rahu did that too sometimes whenever you gave the domesticated werewolf belly rubs.

"So are all driders furry like you?" you ask, one-handedly opening up your trusted notebook while awaiting a response. "No. It varies by region. The hair you see on my abdomen and legs serves a purpose for the driders found in mine though: it allows us to sense vibrations in the air," Garofano explains.

Your eyes widen as you distractedly write that all down. "Really?"

"Yes. Even when standing still, I can tell which direction my prey might be running in."

Wow.

No wonder Garofano's such an amazing hunter.

That little fact was almost as intriguing as the dual claws you found at the tip of each of Garofano's legs during your earlier exploration of her. The drider had said they were used for climbing up vertical or uneven surfaces, but they were otherwise kept retracted. At such a revelation, you had pulled one of the limbs in question closer to you while doing nearly everything in your power to get the claws in question to pop out for you. In your excitement, you had neglected the fact that the leg tip was also directly in front of your face while you were attempting this.

It had earned you a soft, fond sigh along with a chiding "Darling..." before Garofano turned your attention away from her limb by cupping your face within her hands and sweetly smooching you into submission. You could still remember how you hot your face burned when Garofano broke the kiss to give you a nip on your bottom lip before going back to her meal.

Speaking of...

"So... do you fangs do anything else?"

Your question has Garofano blinking curiously. "I can inject venom through them."

That has you bolting upright.

You're venomous?!

"I can control the amount of venom at will," she elaborates calmly upon seeing your expression. "I can inject enough to kill or just paralyze my prey, but often times I forego the need entirely."

"Oh?"

Garofano's shoulders shrug elegantly. "It's more satisfying when I get my prey to submit to me completely of their own volition."

Try as you might, you can't stop the reaction her words give you, especially as you let your imagination runs wild.

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You can see yourself running through a shallow stream, trying to throw the predator hunting you off your trail. If you leave no tracks behind, then surely you couldn't be found, right?

Right?

You don't know how long you keep running, but you eventually hop onto a grassy bank as your energy begins to wane. With any luck though, the one pursuing you will keep following the path of the stream while you gain further distance between you both.

As the minutes pass, you begin to think your escape is all but assured. In fact, you can see the edge of the forest just some meters beyond you, and you can't help your immense relief as your arms and legs pump faster, urging you towards your well-earned victory.

But then your momentum is completely thrown off when something sticky and threadlike hits your flailing wrist, sending you crashing forwards to the ground. Perplexed, you struggle to get back to your feet, but your wrist remains stubbornly fixed to the forest floor by the webbing that encases it. Panicked, you use your free hand to try and rip it away, but in your distraction, you don't seem the looming figure behind you until it's too late.

In less than a second, your captor has your cheek pressed against the grass while she constructs another lattice-like shackle to bind your other wrist to the ground. You can feel furred limbs pulling at your hips, lifting them up, while another pair make quick work in shedding the clothing covering your lower half.

"You gave me a wonderful chase," a smooth voice croons down at you while firmly nudging at your legs, silently demanding them to spread wider--wide enough that you can feel the chill of the air as you're suddenly left exposed and vulnerable. "Shall I reward you for your efforts, dear?"

You can't find it in you to draw a response, especially when something blunt and wide presses against your wet folds...

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"Something tells me it wouldn't take much to earn your surrender."

You come out of your thoughts with a jolt to see Garofano looking at you with knowing eyes, but you can see the way her already dark eyes have dilated with considerable interest. It only enhances the very faint smirk on her lips, and you can't help but duck your head with a blush.

"You can tell?" you squeak out, earning low laughter from the drider as she cups your burning cheek.

"While I can't say that my senses are quite as enhanced as our canid companions, I can always tell when you're excited around me. You smell so very good when you are," she admits, voice low with desire, as her hand slips from your cheek to gently wrap around the front of your throat. "Would you like to experience what being my prey is like? Happily cavorting about in the forest before unexpectedly finding yourself on the chase of your life as you're hunted down by a bigger, stronger beast?"

You can't stop yourself from nodding rapidly, heart fluttering when that earns you a fanged grin from Garofano.

"Very well. When I capture you, I'll give you a bite. Right here," she says, rubbing her thumb where your neck meets your shoulder. "That will be my initial prize before I take what else has been offered to me. For now..." She leans forward to give you a chaste kiss--a taste of what's to come. Her smile then as she parts from you is all pure sin. "I'll give you a ten-minute head start..."

-- 🌙 anon (maybe I'll make myself a side blog one of these days)

GOD I'VE BEEN HOARDING THIS ASK FOR SO LONG. I think it's about time I finally post it though, it's just so good I need to share it with everyone, it's practically a fic...

FLUFFY TARANTULA GAROFANO MY BELOVED. I'm so in love with the Researcher just casually sitting on the tummy of Drider! Garofano's spider half, completely comfortable as she examines each one of Garofano's spider feet. Fun fact, did you know tarantulas have little paws? When you push a little on the tips, they splay out similar to cat paws. IMAGINE THE RESEARCHER PRESSING AGAINST GAROFANO'S TIPS AND WATCHING THEM SPLAY OUT. HER LITTLE PAWS AGJHSKHD--

And ofc, there's playing predator and prey with Garofano. I like to think that running from Garofano is a form of "exercise" to her now that she lives with the Researcher. As she no longer has to hunt for food on her own, Garofano keeps her body active by hunting you down in the wilderness to keep that predator instinct alive. It gives her such a rush and usually by the end of the chase, she excitedly ties you up and brings you back to her web to "reward" you for your efforts.

You really cooked with this ask, anon. You always do. You should totally make that writing blog, I encourage it <3

[thesassypadawan]

Cute Little Mama (Kurt x FemReader)

Summary: Pregnancy hormones…they sure love to mess with you…get you all worked up. Luckily though, you have an amazing baby daddy…who loves taking care of his ‘cute little mama’.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Shower fun, oral (female receiving) and… Kurt’s skilled tongue.

Notes: 🎉❤️A VERY HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO @decaffeinatedunicorn❤️🎉

- A squeal escapes when you're pulled under the warm spray of water. ‘Borrowed’ shirt completely drenched, its white fabric becoming translucent. Clinging to your fuller curves, gravid bump. “Pup, what are you-”

- Lips crash together; in a slow, sensual kiss. Teeth nipping softly, tongues lazily tangling. While his hold on your waist tightens, grips firmly. Pillowy flesh spilling out from in-between his fingers. “Know how much ya get worked up…”

- Gently, he backs you against the wall of the shower. The cold tiles a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. Nipples pebbling, a thrill running through you. “How those hormones mess with ya…”

- Large hands trail down your body, goosebumps forming in their wake. Blue eyes darkening, as Kurt slowly drops to his knees. “Figured I’d help out…”

- Pressing tender kisses first to each knee, working his way up your thighs. One at a time, sucking lightly on those sensitive spots that have you mewling…trembling in anticipation. “Be a good daddy…”

- Calloused fingertips slip under the shirt, glide over your stomach. Pushing the wet material higher, revealing more of your taut skin. “Take care of my cute little mama…”

- Lips brush across your hip, the underside of your belly. One hand migrates, find its way to your ample bottom. The other settling at the back of your knee. “Now why don’t ya part these sexy legs…let me make ya feel real good?”

- Needy moan bubbles up from your throat and eagerly you open them. Whimpering, revealing to him how you’re soaked…in more ways than one. “Please. Yes, please.”

- Letting out a pleased rumble, he carefully hikes your leg over his shoulder. Puffs of air tickle at your folds, faint stumble at your inner thighs as he gets into position. “Anything for ya, angel.”

- Without hesitation, he dives in. Pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your pulsing core; his tongue darts out, circles. Collecting some of your slick, eagerly tasting you. No doubt smearing it all over his chin and nose.

- Gummy walls clench, you mewl in delight. Hands fly to grasp at his damp strands; fingers tangle, tug. Hips buck slightly; seeking extra friction, for your nub to get some special attention. “Kurt, I…”

- “Don’t worry…” He murmurs low; words vibrating, sparks of pleasure erupting. Hand squeezes a squishy cheek hard, while licking up to your clit. “I got ya…”

- Wrapping his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth. He twirls and massages in the most blissful way. That has your back arching off, away from the tiled wall. Yanking harshly at his dark locks, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. “Nnngh… Please, I’m…”

- “That’s it, let go for me…” Lapping at, allowing his teeth to graze. He delves deeper, plunges fervently. Making the coil in your stomach tighten. The heat inside of you grow so intense, the water feels cool on your skin. “Coat my tongue with that sweetness…”

- Lightly, he bites down on your clit. Applying just the right amount of pressure to have your eyes roll back, whole body tense up. Surroundings become nothing more than a blur…as wave after wave of pure ecstasy washes over you. Weak, desperate whimpers falling from your lips the entire time.

- Coming down from your high. Sounds of the shower running, shallow pants fill your ears. “I…I… Wow… That was… Wow…”

- “Told ya, those pregnancy hormones…” Kneeling upright, he peppers kisses over every inch of your stomach. “Mess with ya, but make everything feel a hundred times better…” Hands rubbing, caressing. “For both of us…” Gazing up at you reverently yet grinning hungrily. “So why don’t ya turn around… Press this beautiful, big bump…those fat, milky tits up against the glass… Lemme take care of both of us… ”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen, @lotte08, @freezerbride95, @lacebird, @lunarnightt, @adorbzliz, @maevesversion, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @anakinsbbgirl, @fuckmyskywalker, @avescorner-blog, @jediavengers

[bonesvoid]

Maybe instead a Drabble of reader and jayvik skinny dipping together?

CRYSTAL CLEAR — A JAYVIK / READER DRABBLE

word count: 884

warnings: non-descriptive nudity

summary: jayce takes you and viktor on a trip somewhere breathtaking near the borders of piltover and zaun

a/n: nothing for me to add on, i hope you enjoy this drabble!

You maneuver through the rough terrain, roots ready to trip you and huge leaves trying to smack you whenever you push them aside. Why did I let him rope me into this? you question to yourself, eyeing Jayce. Mr. Man of Progress is a few steps ahead of you, a peeved Viktor hoisted on his back. The Zaunite lets out a disgruntled huff and adjusts the makeshift holder, which secured his crutch to his back.

“Jayce, where are we going?” the inventor inquires, to which Jayce merely replies, “Somewhere super cool.”

“It better be super cool,” you chime in, legs and feet sore from the hike. You wish that Jayce was carrying you, one arm for Viktor and the other of you. The three of you make your way through more uneven forest floor, as the sun sets between the thick tree line. Soon, night falls over Piltover and Zaun, only the glow of the occasional firefly lighting your path.

“Here we are,” announces Jayce. Behind an assortment of leaves, there’s something emitting a soft golden hue. Jayce sets Viktor down and he takes a moment to adapt to the ground, removing his crutch and placing it under his arm. The taller man pulls back the leaves and exclaims, “Behold! My super cool surprise!”

You and Viktor share a gasp, as you examine Jayce’s surprise. There’s a small lake in the center, flowers glowing and swaying against the night breeze. An occasional ‘hoo’ or ‘chirp’ from a nearby creature joins in the ambience. You move closer to the lake and sit by the edge of the water, crystal clear enough that you could see the sediment at the bottom, “Amazing,” you comment aloud, “How in the world did you find this place, Jayce?”

“I was on an exploration,” he answers, taking a seat beside you near the lake, “A hiking trip to clear my head, I was about a few hours in when I found this beauty! Isn’t it great?”

“I must agree,” hums Viktor, resting his back against a tree close by, “I’ve never seen such clear and radiating water.”

“Now that you two are here,” Jayce tugs at his T-shirt, “I can finally go swimming,” in one swift motion, Jayce pulls off his shirt and discards it behind him. He stands up and shimmies his way out of his pants, leaving only his striped boxers left. To you and Viktor’s surprise (and somewhat delight), Jayce removes his boxers and hops into the water, a large splash almost drenching you.

“Jayce!” you squawk, face radiating heat at the sight of your best friend in the nude, “Why are you naked?!”

“I always wanted to try skinny dipping!” he explains, floating along the water, “Join me! It’s freeing,” he rolls over and dives into the water before re-emerging with wet, dripping hair, “Live a little, okay? No harm in trying.”

You exchange a look with Viktor, whose lips are in a tight thin light. The two of you ponder Jayce’s suggestion and run through the scenarios. Not long after, you run your hands through your hair and exhale, “Okay. I’ll join,” you inform Jayce. He smiles brightly, almost as mesmerizing as the glowing flowers that surround the lake. You quickly strip yourself of your clothes and shiver, the night air nipping at your skin. Taking a deep breath for courage, you run towards the lake and jump in, submerging yourself in the crystalline waters.

“Wow!” you poke your head back up to the surface, panting slightly, “You’re right, Jayce, this is amazing,” you wave at the last fully clothed person, “Viktor! Join us! It’s so fun!”

Viktor eyes the lake, disdain painted on his face. Yet, at the sight of a deadly puppy eyes combo by you and Jayce, he relents, “Fine,” with caution and precision, Viktor unstraps his leg brace and sets by the pile of clothes. You swim up to the shoreline and hop out, “Need help?” you ask.

“Well,” the Zaunite sighs, “Usually, no, but I don’t mind at the moment,” you nod and step behind Viktor, as he takes off his shirt and exposes his back brace. Gently, you unlock the brace with Viktor’s guidance. You unwrap the brace from his body, leaving only the metallic screws embedded in Viktor’s spine left. Intricate surgical metal from his spinal fusion, you admire the design with your eyes only, you didn’t want to spook Viktor by touching one of the screws.

“Grab my hand,” you hold it out to Viktor. Cautiously, he accepts your hand and you pull him up from the ground. Now upright, you place a hand on Viktor’s back for extra support, “Ready?”

“Ready,” he confirms.

You lead Viktor towards the lake, taking each step at a time into the cool water. Viktor lets out a sigh of relief at the sensation, as you walk deeper and deeper into the lake. You unclasp your hands from Viktor and he begins to float about the lake, weightless and free.

“Well,” the inventor rasps, “I do feel very ‘freed’ from my shackles at the moment. I guess you are right,” he takes in the beauty of the lake and smiles softly, “I quite like this lake.”

“As do I,” you add on.

“Same here,” Jaycd chimes in.

It’s your little secret.

[lilacliquors]

kinktober day twenty: vibrators

pairing: johnny cage x reader - dealer's choice!!

word count: 474

notes: happy day twenty! and happy spider-man 2 day i had to force myself away from the game to write this lmao. and since i also write for mk1 men now, i figured johnny was the best choice for this he gives me kinky vibes

he had an arm wrapped around your waist, pinning you to him. you were bare, and the silk of his shirt felt so smooth against your back. your legs were spread, yet shaking, and your devious lover held a vibrating wand against your swollen clit. you were squirming in his hold, your head tilting back to lay on his shoulder as you gripped his thigh with one hand, and his wrist with the other. it felt so good, but you were so sensitive, and it was almost too much to bear.

“johnny, baby, please,” you gasped, your grip on him tightening as he upped the speed ever so slightly.

“hm? what was that? can’t really hear you over the buzzing,” he teased, gently taking your earlobe between his teeth in a playful nip. you felt his thumb brush along the skin of your abdomen, and you pushed against him even more, your back against his chest. 

“you’re so … oh~” you whined, your eyes squeezing shut as he chuckled behind you. you were at his mercy, and you had lost track of how many orgasms he had pulled from you. but when he had you like this, enough was never enough. he wanted to wring you dry, and then fuck you senseless, maybe even make you squirt. that was his ultimate goal, after all. kinky fucker.

“i’m so what? devilishly handsome? all powerful and all knowing? overall amazing?” he asked, and you could practically hear the grin in his voice.

“evil. you, johnny cage, are evil,” you gasped, feeling the muscles in your stomach tense slightly.

“you know what? i’ll take it. you like ‘em evil, don’t you, babe?” he whispered, kissing below your ear. you whined softly, and your breathing started to quicken. your chest heaved, and from over your shoulder, he watched your breasts bounce with a hungry smirk.

“what a sight … god, i can’t get enough of you. so be a good girl and gimme one more, yeah? just one more, and then we’ll call it quits. you’ve been so good for me,” he murmured, his lips trailing over the back of your head. 

you nodded, your grip on his thigh tightening, and then, without warning, you cried out. your orgasm washed over you, and you swore you blacked out for a moment. your heart was racing, and you gasped in relief as the buzzing stopped and the toy was pulled away from your sensitive folds.

“attagirl. shit, let’s give you a break. because as pretty as you look right now, can’t have my baby passing out on me,” he chuckled, and you gave his thigh and weak squeeze.

“wow, what a gentleman,” you muttered, smiling faintly.

“that’s me,” he said, against brushing his thumb over your skin. “and i love you so much, babe.”

“mm, i love you, too.”

[ioniansunsets]

Heated kisses with Runeterra Sett with reader as his rival please

🦖 a trex as a bargain gift

✖ Word Count: 550. Un-proofread.

✖ Tags: Rivals to Lovers. First Kiss. So much tension. The slow burn fic but it's just the paragraph when it is finally burning. Gender Neutral. No use of Y/N.

✖ A/N: I really said. I haven't written anything in months! And then instantly dropped this banger. I picked a ‘unrequited requited love where the dam finally breaks’ vibe for this as opposed to angry kisses. Happy Valentine's week!!!!! We're kick starting it with a good one.

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Heated kisses: Breath huffing into mouths, angrily or passionately. Hands grabbing at clothing and pulling each other closer.

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Heavy breaths escape the both of you. As the dust begins to settle, you see the sweat drip of “The Boss’s” forehead landing beside your face. Not that you really respected his title. At least that's what you tell the interviewers when you're asked about your long time rival, Sett.

With you being almost effortlessly picked up and thrown to the ground just seconds earlier. You now stand…no, lay, messily under him. An up close and personal view of the messy scars that litter his face. Nothing you haven't noticed before. But there was also the way his golden eyes returned the gaze. Watching how his irises seem to slowly dilate before his eyebrows furrow and they narrow yet again. What was new would be you finally noticing the way his lips seem to part so gently everytime he drew a breath. The way the tip of his tongue would run over his fangs as he heaved. Or how his Vastayan ears flicked away the falling dust every few seconds. How cute. Fighting back the thought of looking at your rival like a snack your own brows furrow. Matching his.

You could only wonder what he might be thinking as you stared back in return. Was your own gaze the same mix of awkward gentleness paired with confusion?

Probably.

But the tension between the two of you might go past simple rivalry. As Sett’s eyes flick between your lips and eyes the nth time. You decide you had enough. Ignoring your aching muscles, you prop yourself up just the slightest. Lips pressing against his. Hoping that all the time you two spent fighting has led to you being able to read his next move properly.

You could only thank the gods that this was a private spar and not in the actual arena. For the way the tabloids would have a field day seeing the way Sett kissed you back.

Fervently. Lips parted. Teeth clashing. Disgustingly passionate. Tongue pressing against his. Hands grasping at each other. The taste of residual blood from the earlier fight. More dust being kicked up as you somehow find the strength to wrestle back control and push him off you while still keeping his lips against yours. Wow you were amazing. You would have laughed if it wasn't for the mind numbing kiss. So instead you nip at his lips. Drawing out a huff of a single laugh from your rival. Sett's hands tangle into your hair in retaliation, giving it a playful tug. The playful rivalry not lost in how he seemed to be grasping at it almost desperately, trying his hardest to keep your face close to his. Almost afraid that you'd realize the mistake and get off him.

Seconds felt like minutes which then felt like hours before the two of you finally pull apart. Irises blown out. Eyes looking everywhere but each other as the two of you desperately try to form any kind of excuse for the absolute sloppy display. Swallowing hard, you watched as Sett's own adam’s apple bobs before words softly leave his bruised and slightly bleeding lips.

“ We can talk about this later.”

“ Yeah…later would be good."

He would be thinking about this long and hard in the baths later.

[notyourhetloki]

can u do sub!ken smut with the prompt “u can kiss me you know” pls and thank youuu i love ur work so much

good pretty toy (Ken x Reader)

Reader: gender neutral

/NSFW Ken x Reader/

A/N: Heey! Thank you so much, anon! This is very straight to the point lol I hope you like it! xoxo Prompt list mentioned: here's the link

Warnings: porn without plot, dolls have genitals in this one, sub!Ken, soft dom!Reader.

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Ken kneeled between your legs while you rested in an armchair, looking up at you with pleading eyes, waiting for your permission.

You stroked his hair, loving how obedient of a boy he was... always amazing you with his manners, and you just couldn't say no to those eyes...

"You can kiss me, you know." You demanded, and he promptly obliged... revering your legs like you were sacred to him.

The kisses traveled up in no time, nipping at your thighs and waist... then at your hands and arms. Ken adored you, and he made sure you knew that.

Smiling, you brought a hand to grab his hair, pulling just so he could look at you. "Let me take a look, baby."

He knew exactly what you meant, and that made him shiver in anticipation. Ken slowly got up, undoing his pants and undressing from them completely... he was rock hard already, just from getting your attention.

"Hmm, so turned on and I didn't even do anything... how cute." you teased, running a single finger up his shaft, tracing it ever so slowly.

Ken wobbled, knees almost failing him completely but he wasn't about disappointing you now... staying strong so you could play with him like the doll he was.

"You are my toy, aren't you love? My good pretty toy..." You said between planting kisses on his dick, teasing him with gentle movements. "You stay up and still for me, while I play with you."

And so you got up as well, helping him undress from the remaining clothes and leaving him bare. You fondled his chest, exploring his abs and arms and admiring his muscles. From behind, you grabbed his butt while jokingly praising: "Nice ass." He smiled at that.

Coming back to face him, you mischievously stroked his cock while looking him dead in the eye. His eyes fluttered, trying his best not to close them. "Look at me, pretty boy." You encouraged.

He started breathing through his mouth, whining with every exhale. Ken looked at you through half-shut eyes, embarrassment taking over as he bit his lower lip and fought to stay up on his feet.

You stroked him slowly and hard, spitting on your hand from time to time to maintain lubrication. Not wanting to fall down, Ken started shaking, holding his muscles tight so he could remain standing... he was a mess, his orgasm building up by the second and he could barely look at you anymore.

"Shh, it's ok, love. Relax, just keep looking at me, ok?" You whispered, not losing your grip on him. Ken nodded, opening his eyes more to admire your face... he was so close, and looking at you with a grin on your lips didn't help. It was humiliating but... in such a delicious way.

He didn't dare to speak, so his orgasm came unannounced and messy, leaving trails of cum between you two. He moaned with his head rolled back, eyes closed while his dick spat all over your hand and stomach, getting a bit on his chest as well.

Ken suddenly grabbed you for balance, and you helped him sit on the armchair... he deserved it. "Wow, you did such a good job, dear!" You kissed him softly on the lips, praising him and petting his face.

He looked at you in awe... Ken loved being good for you, and to know he had done a good job was to be in heaven. "Thank you, babe..."

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