#the only thing I know about rut is from fics so yea-

[l3viat8an]

Mammon entering the yearly rut and not telling anyone bc he known that if some of his brothers find out, they will separate him from mc. So, he decided to hide it, but he's too bad at it!! He's all blushed, sweaty and nervous, his pants are really tight and He's constabt erection it's too obvious. He goes to the bathroom almost every minute bc his dick starts to pain. Oh, and it gets worst whenever mc is around. She once touched his shoulder and he came so hard!! Even only calling his name, the poor guy can't resist to orgasm and the desire to breed, poor horny crow :((

Nsfw!

If we are talking about ruts for a sec and how obvious Mammon is when he’s in rut……just imagine teasing him!! Constantly bending over in front of him or even lightly touching him whenever you can!

(The touches don’t even have to be sexual! Like you can just touch his arm or hold his hand and Mammon is struggling not to cum in his pant-(or running off for new pants))

‘n any second he can’t be with you he’s in your room, nesting in your bed, humping one of your pillows or using whatever clothes smell most like you and him. (Usually whatever you were the last time you hung out with just him.)

You’ve even walked in on him in your room more then once and as soon as you do he’s abandoning whatever he was doing (whatever he was jacking off over-) and pulling you into him, whining, begging and pleading you to just let him breed ya! Just once please!! Okay, okay maybe twice he just needs to fill ya up!! He needs it and how can you say no to your first man??

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

You Can’t Get Better Than A Thrombey

Summary- 4.7 Ransom x You. You and Ransom have a good thing going. Friends with benefits and nothing more. But Ransom’s selfish ways end up ruining it, and you are done. Gone. You moved on with your life. Until one traveling night that brings you back to the city you had left behind, and of course Ransom Drysdale shows up. Written for @imanuglywombat​ Wombat’s Ugly 4k Challenge. 

Warnings- This fic has a spousal cheating element to it. Please do not read if that bothers you. Other warnings, Smut, Male receiving Oral and Swears. 

A/N- Thank you @imanuglywombat​ for the wonderful challenge! It was so much fun. Congratulations on your follower count babes. 

A/N Two- Moodboard Wombat made is at the very bottom of the fic, and the lyrics used for second prompt, Good Luck by Basement Jaxx will be in italiacs through the fic. 

A/N three- if just occurred to me that the whole "you cant get better then a thrombey" came from @jtargaryen18 series Naughty Ransom Holiday Tales, which her Ransom Drysdale series is top tier and absolutely should go read. It's one of my favorites. Probably why the line got stuck in my head.

“Come on Baby, just one more.” Ransom hissed against your ear, his tongue swiping over the shell of your ear while tightening his hold on your throat, your sobs coming out half strangled from needing to come on his cock that he kept pounding into you. Feet planted on the plush hotel carpet, his thrusts into your cunt had you gasping with need while your channel fluttered around his cock. He grasped your hand that was currently buried in his hair and wrenched your hand down to press against your stomach. “Feel that Kitten, how I’m rearranging your guts and fucking you useless for anyone else?” 

Your head nodded, as much as he allowed with the hold on your throat, causing his fingers to flex, closing around your throat tighter till you were seeing sparks blossom in your sight and that's when you couldn't hold back anymore. Behind you, Ransom's sweaty chest clung like wrap to your back, vibrating as he grunted against your shoulder. You ended up flooding his cock, gushing on your thighs and slicking against his as he pounded you harder now, grabbing your hips and rutting you now to reach his end. Leaving your limp body to be rag-dolled in his lap till he shot himself inside of you to paint your walls, and you both fell back against the ruined California King bed, the sheets sex sweat stained from earlier. 

Gasping breaths and heaving chests were the only sound in the overheated room, and you eased off him, your back peeling away to roll next to him with a groan. You peeked at him from where you had buried your head against the crook of your arm, and admired the flushed cheeks, and still tensing tendons in his neck, his hair was all disheveled and out of its usual place from where he always had it groomed back. “Mmh, what are you staring at?” He questioned before turning to look at you, his ridiculously long lashes were swept against his cheek for half a second before cold crystal cerulean’s looked at you inquiring. 

“I'm looking at your post orgasm face.” You respond, and prop a hand under your head once you turn to your side. “It's a good look on you Ransom, one of your better ones.” 

He arched a brow as he reached over, tracing the curve of your breast before tugging on a still sensitive nipple to make you gasp, and shove your hand against his shoulder making him smirk in his signature way. “Fucking glad you approve, maybe we should do this more often.” 

“Well next time you're in the city, give me a call.” You say swinging up to sit on the edge of the bed, looking around at your discarded clothing. 

“And where the fuck you going?” He tugged you back to tumble into the bed, rolling over you so you could feel his thighs wedge yours apart and his hips drop into place. You fold your arms across your chest and huff, looking up at him as he braced himself above you, tendrils of sweaty hair falling over his forehead. 

“You can't be serious Ransom, again? I have to go back to my apartment. I have a work meeting tomorrow with my bosses.” You state matter of fact. “Besides, whatever happened to that no sleeping over rule?” 

“Who says I'm letting you sleep? I barely get to come to the city anyways.” He lowered over you, pressing his soft pillowed lips in all your weakest spots on your shoulder and neck, a hand sliding between your thighs and into slick folds. Fuck this man, your mind thought till it went blank again in the sensation of his fingers so expertly playing between your petals that you already were stretching your thighs wider for him. “I haven't thoroughly fucked you yet.” 

“God I hate you.” You moaned out as you felt your resolve fluttering into his favor, the metal of his pinkie rubbed against your clit and a long finger stretched you open once more. 

“Well this sure isn't love Kitten, cause I'm about to destroy you. Admit it Y/N, you haven't had anything better than me.” He expertly gave you those long fingered strokes that had you keening his name, losing your entire resolve. 

“That's my girl…” He praised above you while you grabbed his biceps and started to climb to the heavens all over again.

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A knock on the door disturbed your sleep. You stirred in confusion against the overly soft pillow that wasn't at all familiar. You lifted your head in confusion, looking around when another knock came, and you heard Ransom yell from the bathroom, snapping it open. “Fuck, will be right there.” 

You clutched the sheet and sat up, rubbing at your eyes while he brought in a cart with covered trays. “I didn't think you would ever get up Y/N.” He said while wheeling it to a table, and it occurred to you that the sun was awful bright. 

“Oh shit, Ransom, what time is it?” You shoot across the bed, looking desperately for your cell phone, and he gives a shrug while lifting the cover off one tray. 

“Hell if I know… 10? 11?” he says while grabbing a piece of toast and biting the corner while you are moving aside pillows trying to find your phone. 

“Ransom!” You snagged your phone from under a pillow, and checked the notifications. Closing your eyes in frustration. “It's more like 1 in the afternoon, and I was supposed to have a meeting at 10. I set my alarm.” 

Ransom strode over to you as you were typing out a message to your office hurriedly. “Oh, yea I might have silenced it this morning. The fucking thing wouldn’t stop chirping.” 

Your eyes lifted from your screen and said with utmost disbelief. “You… silenced it?”

“It was so fucking early and woke me up Y/N.” Like you had inconvenienced him. “I don’t know why you set the fucking thing anyways.” He said, and you felt rage well up in your chest, pushing up out of the bed, and grabbed at your clothes. 

“You did it this time Ransom. You are a fuck buddy, and yet you take the whole thing quite literally don’t you.” You grab at your panties, shoving them on and then snatch your bra. “Fucked me over on the most important meeting of my life, I should have known better then to answer your fucking text.” You are ranting to yourself, searching for your skirt. 

Ransom seems confused at your words, starting to follow you around. “You’re mad because of that job? I’ve told you a hundred times to come on as Harlan's assistant. He’s been looking for years and you would be perfect. Probably pay you better and you can come to my place more often.” His tone turned cocky while saying this, his gift to you apparently. 

You pushed past Ransom without even saying anything, grabbing your shirt and shoving it over your head. “You sold me down the river now Ransom.” You grab at your heels and slip them on while reading the message on your phone sent back from your office. Basically telling you to get your ass in because the boss wanted to see you. Breathing out in defeat. “I hope you’re feeling happy now.” You drop it in your bag while he gives an exaggerated eye roll at you. 

“Come on Y/N, It's not the end of the world.” He grasped your arm to stop you storming out, and you hiss at him. 

“You don't get it Ransom do you, I worked hard for this, my whole fucking life. And I let you ruin it for me. I should be mad at you but it would be such a waste  of energy on you. So I’m mad at myself more.” You look him up and down while wrenching your arm out of his grasp, and look up at him, committing him to memory, this exact expression of his. Signature sneer crossing his face that edged on his face with a smirk like he would fix this problem with the easiest way possible. It might have worked with another woman, one who thought that he ‘Loved Her’ but you were not fooled, there was no love between you. This was a way to scratch an itch. One that you needed to break away from. Now that the damage was done. 

“We’re all done Ransom, I can’t keep doing this shit anymore with you. The consequences outweigh the benefits of sleeping with you.” You started towards the door and you felt him spin you around, pressing you against the door. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Kitten?” He sneered down at you, and when you tried to push him away, he slammed you back into the door with a dull thud. “You don't throw away a good thing Sweetheart.” 

You catch your breath, the hard masculine body crushing against you was all too familiar, and up to his expression that looked like he had won you over. Now you always have a sneer in your smile Ransom, you thought to yourself, thinking you have actual control over me. Your hands planted against his chest, and his gaze darkened as you made him back away from you with resolve. “But wake up, Baby, You’re so totally deluded… I'm throwing away this good thing right now.” Turning away, you were quick to open the door and look over your shoulder. “Don’t bother fucking calling me anymore.” 

With a quick snap out the door, as you walked down the five star hotel hallway, you heard Ransom rip open the door and poke his head out. “Don't worry about me calling you Kitten, not like you are the only lay I can get in this town.” 

You didn't even bother answering as you stepped on the elevator. Your last sight of him was striding towards the elevator doors as they shut, staring back at him coldly as he shouted your name and the doors blocked him from you, now your reflection staring coldly back at you in the steel doors as the elevator brought you to the lobby. 

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That would be the last time you saw him in a couple years. You ended up losing your job that day, and decided that it wasn't just Ransom you needed to change in your life, but all of it. You put out resumes all over New England and found someone to take over the lease to your apartment. Within a couple months from that night, you were moving out of the city and to a small suburb, house, lawn and everything. You went to work as a legal aide at a small law firm. Dates happened here and there, but you didn't let any of them get close in the way Ransom was. Eventually dating turned into a matter of convenience for you. You settled finally. A lawyer that chased after you for a while, Neil. He made an excellent lover and you two were comfortable, you even loved him in a way. Just like he loved you in a way. He had long hours, and you always traveled. It became a relationship of sorts for you two. 

This evening you sat in the swanky Boston bar, another business trip for the firm, sipping from a second gin and tonic while scanning the room when you saw a sight you never thought you would see again. 

One Ransom Drysdale came in with some slim waisted woman clinging to him, chatting away but you could tell just from the way he scanned the room that he wasn't even paying attention to her. When his gaze fell on you, his brows arched in surprise, but then they darkened and he whispered to his companion. When she split away towards a table, he strode over to you sitting at the bar. 

“Never thought I would see you slumming in this part of town again.” He said slowly while waving the bartender over. “You look good Y/N.” He said in a matter of fact tone, and you raked a gaze over him. In the two years you hadn’t seen him, he barely changed. Still wore the high end clothes, and that camel colored coat that was so soft to the touch, that pinkie ring shone just a bit in the low light. “Another gin and tonic for her to.” in which your drink was switched out with a fresh one. 

“Business Hugh.” You snipped out, catching him scowl at mention of his name. How you got a thrill knowing how much he hated it. “And you don't look bad yourself. Still living that trust fund life, it treats you good.” You thanked the bartender and sipped from the much stronger gin and tonic now, feeling the tendrils of heat curl in your veins from the alcohol. 

“Well I will have you know not entirely a trust fund life now.” He remarked your words back to you while he leaned in closer, his hand sliding along your thigh in that all too familiar way of his. “I took over part of Blood Like Wine just to piss Walt off. But I enjoy it, and have been doing some writing myself with Harlan’s help.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise, tilting your head towards him. “You actually got serious in life? I’m impressed.” 

Ransom shrugged while twirling his glass, the bits of ice clinking in the glass. “Got bored, needed something to do Y/N.” 

You laughed hearing him, and glanced over your shoulder. “Isn’t your date waiting on your Ransom?” 

He looked over his shoulder at the woman he had come in with, shaking his head. “Nah, she will be fine. See, she already is eyeing up someone else.” He stated, watching as his previous date scooted over, letting someone sit in the booth with her. Ransom turned back to you and smirked, settling in comfortably next to you. “Guess we actually get to catch up.” You didn't send him away, in fact you two fell back into easy conversation talking about the past two years. The evening turned to night, and the bartender gave you two the cut off. Before you could excuse yourself to leave, Ransom reached out and caught your wrist to keep you from getting up.

 “Looks like I'm free tonight, what do you say… one more for old times sake?” 

You pondered his offer, the last swallow of gin and tonic was probably that last push as you glanced at your old lover. His eyes showed promise that it would be good, and you knew full well that he had every right to be cocky. Setting your glass down, you nod. 

“Old times sake… but this is it Drysdale.” 

You two escaped the bar, Ransom knowing the streets like the back of his hand. It was like the old days when you two messed around, familiar in the sense you knew that you two would hit the subway. You hated riding in the beamer around the city, and he was well aware of it. Teasing looks and touches were shared on the subway, once in a while a dirty kiss before splitting apart. “Fuck you taste good Kitten.” He muttered your old nickname against your neck as he sucked a mark against your pulse. “So addictive.” You hide a grin in against his shoulder hearing him. 

The thing that ended up surprising you was when Ransom didn't pull you to one of your regular meetup Hotels, but an actual apartment building. “What is this?” You stalled as he hit the numbers in the pad on the side of the building to be let in. 

“I moved into the city. Made more sense then having to travel all the fucking time.” Pulling you into the building and steering you to the elevator, he crowded into you once the doors shut on you two. Your head tilted back to let him skim those lips over your pulse once more and tug your ear between sharp teeth, needy fingers bunching under your sweater, and trailing fire against your skin till his touch turned into a press of fingertips biting into your curves. Your hands fisted in his cashmere sweater, brushing your face against the hard planes of his jawline, sighing in such a needy way, its been so fucking long since you’ve felt this. Felt that physical urge to just get lost in the most primal of ways. 

You two crashed into the apartment, tugging at each others clothes and stumbling into the walls, pushing back and forth till you shoved Ransom hard against the hallway wall, rolling into him with a clash of teeth and hisses when his hand fist in your hair, pulling you away to march you two closer to the bedroom, his enormous body crowding you where he wanted you. “Come on Kitten, remind me how good that mouth was again.” 

You didn't hesitate to drop to your knees on the hardwood floor and your hands twisted in his trousers to tug at the button and zipper, yanking them down his legs till he stepped from them.  “Open.” Ransom demanded while wrapping his hand around his hard cock and jerked it while you looked up at him with a begging expression, you wanted it, him. You tongue fell out to accept his offering. Perhaps you should have felt shame at your desperate actions, at how easily you turned into a whore for Ransom. You had been in a committed relationship with Neil for six months, and here you were breaking it all for a man you sworn yourself from. Ransom was not gentle about taking you apart either, which you had craved his demanding nature the past two years. His cock pressed past your lips into your wet heat, making you widen around him till he hit the back of your throat making you sputter. You tried to pull away instinctively but he held you there for a few seconds till you relaxed. “Thatta girl Kitten.” Ransom praised and his hips started to thrust into your mouth. 

“Fuck I missed seeing you like this.” He grunted as he moved your head back and forth, his hands digging into your scalp and fucked into your mouth. You clenched your thighs underneath yourself, wanting to hide that desire to grind into anything for the friction, completely growing wet with the way he just fucked your mouth how he wanted. You slurped on his cock, hollowing your cheeks to tighten around him, fluttering your tongue against that thick vein while he pressed your mouth to take more, and your nose ended up against the tight dark pubic curls, drool dripped down your chin to leave you ruined looking. 

“Grinding yourself against your thigh Slut, I can see those hips moving.” He yanked you off his cock, your tongue darting to kitten lick the red tip while looking up at him as your hands rubbed up and down his muscular thighs while he jerked himself. Seeing he was close you tipped back further as his hold allowed, whining. 

“Yes I am Ransom, fuck you for making me this way.” You whined out as you shifted your hips, rubbing your cunt as hard as possible against the back of your foreleg, wanting to get that fulfillment. 

He squeezed himself slightly to keep from cumming and dragged you back to your feet, snapping a hand against your ass to get you moving “Then let's take care of that Kitten.”  Your fingers dipped into your waistband of your panties shimming them down while Ransom grabbed palmfuls of your ass and ground his cock between your cheeks. “I got to get inside you…” He panted into the curve of your neck and as soon as you reached the bedroom, he pressed you against the dresser just inside the door. Pulling your ass out and his cock pressed between slick folds, pushing himself into you, both of you sighed in relief at the familiar sensation. You stretched around him till you were full of him, and him feeling you wrapped around him so tight, your cunt seemed to swallow him. 

He took you from behind, rattling the dresser with each pounding thrust, his hands digging permanent marks into your hips in a ruthless way. A way you had missed, hard demanding ruts, banging your hips into the hardwood of the dresser and your hands tried finding purchase against the wood when he angled and found that sweet spot that only he seemed to be able to find. Making you keen his name and he snapped his teeth, clenching his jaw till the tendons of his neck strained with the power he was slamming into you. 

“That was all it took to flood my cock, Kitten, you must be needy.” 

You sagged against the dresser but he wasn't over with you yet, it had been years since he had you with him. Man handling you to the bed, you went to your back and he fell over you. Snapping kisses against the sensitive part of your chest to the tops of your breasts, his hand dragged your bra down, the bands straining and lifting your chest off the bed while you dug your hands into his hair, pulling it hard enough for him to moan into your skin and his teeth sink into the top of your breast. 

“Ransom, no more marks.” You tried to stop him but he muttered something between the curves, drawing a swipe till he got to your nipple, latching on and pulling on it for it to swell. 

“Yea yea, got a boyfriend you can’t let see.” He said in a joking manner as a hand moved underneath you to release your bra, and he shifted your hips to settle underneath him. You slipped your hands along his chest, and curled around his neck, shrugging a shoulder. 

“Perhaps, just don't mark me up.” you snapped, and he smothered you again, lip biting kisses as he thrust into you, your legs wrapping around his slender hips, and pulling him in closer. 

As his hips rocked into you, slower than before dragging himself back and forth, he lifted to his elbows, looking down at you as you bit your lip, pressing your head back. “What's his name?” 

Your eyes spring open as your fingers dig into his back. “W-what Ransom?” 

He pressed forward, pinning you into the mattress while grinding into you. “His fucking name Kitten, what is it?” This time when you look up at him, you can see his mouth set in a thin line, and ground himself into you, making you clench around him. 

“Why does it matter?” your nails loosen slightly and drag down his back. “You never cared before.”  

Ransom then blessed you with that signature smirk, and moved his hand to your throat to tighten, and tighten enough to make you gasp out, the move making you flutter around him. “Because Kitten.” His mouth lowered over yours, teeth sinking into your lip and tongue filling your mouth and stealing the last air from your lungs. “I know you, you will never be satisfied with settling down Y/N. It's not in you. These past two years, have you actually been satisfied like this.” 

“A lot changes in those two years Ransom.” You gasped into his mouth, fighting him back now after his words, working your hips back to meet him with each thrust. “Oh better to be like you? Just fucking around. You’ll end up old and lonely without someone in your life.” Your tongue lapped at the roof of his mouth and your eyes rolled up feeling him splitting you apart. 

“Come on Kitten, you're not telling me you didn't miss this? Us? You are all I have ever needed, you know that.” Ransom demanded, and you shuddered under him, cumming just then, his hand around your neck tightened all that much further while he chased his own ending this time. Pushing you up the bed till you both were buried in the pillows. Soon you felt him paint your walls, burying himself into you till his body crushed yours down into the mattress, your thighs quivering around his waist and you were panting against his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. He lifted his head to look down at you, a brow arched waiting for an answer. “So?” 

Your fingers slid up his back and over his shoulders, staring back up at him, wrinkling your nose at him. “Why do you have to make this anything more then a good one last time fuck?” You pushed on his shoulders to turn him to his back and straddled him, covering his mouth. “Just shut the fuck up, okay?” 

Ransom's teeth sank into your palm, while grasping your hips and lifting you to sink you onto him. 

“Make me Kitten.” he hissed at you in challenge. 

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It was early morning when you both were tangled around each other, the sheets pushed off the bed, and you were using Ransom more as your blanket, soaking in that post sex haze that made you all limp. He was half snoring in your hair and you were staring at the ceiling. You closed your eyes with shame and disgust with yourself, since you were going to have to make some lame excuse to Neil about why you didn't answer your phone. As well as why you weren't at your hotel last night. 

“I can hear you thinking” Ransom groaned from above you, and you tilted your head up to see an early morning beard starting to prickle his skin, and you shifted to pull back, giving a bit of space while resettling yourself to face him properly. 

“You asked me last night if there was someone. There is Ransom… we've been dating just about six months. And he’s a good person, a decent man.” 

He rubbed at his face to open his eyes and be able to focus on you, still sleep laced as he spoke once more. “And Y/N? Why are you worried? It's not like we haven’t done this plenty of times, dating someone or not.” 

You worried your lip, sighing with a shake of your head. “That hasn't been me since I moved, I left it all behind when I left Boston. But then you come right back, and I’m stupid enough to fuck around with you again. Am I ever going to get you out of my system?” 

That made him smirk, and lean into you, kissing you dirty so early in the morning. “Now you're making yourself sound like one of those crazy bitches on the ID channel. Should I be worried about you?” 

You snorted against his kiss, pressing him against his chest to make him fall back into his spot in the bed. “If you didn’t get a bullet in your head already after the last time, you should know you're safe.” 

His arm circled around your waist, his thumb sweeping back and forth across the small of your back. “I'm glad I’m forgiven for last time Y/N. And this changes nothing that you do with whatever his name is.” 

You reached forward and let your fingers trail along the planes of his pecs, feeling guilty, but not regretting it, not really. Ransom had always fulfilled something in you that no one else ever was able to. 

“Yea I guess you're forgiven, although it was still a shitty thing to do. Come on, even you have to admit that Ransom. And his name is Neil.” You pushed to hear him admit he was in the wrong, and he rolled his eyes at you, sliding his hand to grasp an ass cheek and squeeze it in his palm.

“Did I just have to say that last time for you to forgive me Kitten? Cause fuck, two years is a long time.” 

You chuckle and shake your head. “No, I fucking hated you back then. I would have still left, I’m just now tolerating you.” You pulled back and moved to sit up at the edge of the bed. “And now I gotta call Neil with some lie about where I was.” 

Ransom moved to the other side, reaching for his boxers to slip on. “Just tell him you met up with an old friend Y/N.” 

You pushed off from the bed and tugged the first shirt you found, Ransom's sweater while leaving the bedroom to talk to Neil. With luck, he didn't answer, and you just left a message to call you back and that you were safe, that you had met up with some old girlfriends. Glancing around, it occurred to you that Ransom really did live here, not just stay here on occasion. There was mail on the counter, books and manuscripts on the coffee table in the living room, and coats hanging near the door, an abandoned dirty coffee mug near the sink. You started to pick up the clothing you two had scattered through the apartment when Ransom came out, watching you for a moment while leaning against the wall. 

“Reach the boyfriend?” He said matter of fact, which you straightened, and glanced back at him while folding some clothes and shaking your head. 

“No, but I should probably get ready to go, I'm supposed to be driving home today.” you pluck at his sweater you're wearing and he strides across the room, his fingers sliding under your chin to lift your gaze back up. 

“You know Kitten we will never really be done with each other.” He said, tilting his head. “Week from now, five years down the road, it doesn't matter when it happens again. So lose the guilt, it's not good for you. It's just the way it is.” 

He was right, you knew he was right and part of you hated him for the fact that he was right. “After all, you don't get anything better than a Thrombey, Kitten.” 

Fuck this man for having this hold on you.

Moodboard Prompt- The City

[toasty-owl-arts]

PRIDE ICONS GO BRRRRR🏳️‍🌈

Okay yes I realize I’m missing a lOT of flags, but these ones are some of my personal headcanons for the queens

If you use them, please credit me!

And if you want another flag for one of the queens, send me an ask or shoot me a dm! I’ll be happy to oblige :3

Some of my own headcanons will be under the cut

Catalina was the first person to come out to everyone. I know fic writers like to create tension by making her unaccepting at first, but in my house, Catalina realizes very quickly that she never held any romantic feeling for either Tudor brother and instead was definitely into girls.

Idk people making Catalina vaguely homophobic coded just makes me sad and also i want my soft yet stern gay mom so yknow what she knows full well shes gay and she owns it

she didn't make coming out a whole thing, Catalina just offhandedly mentioned that one of the girls they passed while walking down the street was very pretty, but like in a gay way, and everyone just did a double take

Anne also was pretty aware that she liked girls, (I like the way @havaamina put it in one of her fics) although I also had a little thought that Catalina was Anne's true gay awakening.

like- the sheer thought of two lesbians stuck in this awful rut of comphet fighting over a guy both depresses me and cracks me up

also Catalina finds out from Cathy that she was Anne's gay awakening and Anne never lives it down. Ever.

Jane is a little trickier, she did have some vague romantic feelings for Henry, but also had these weird romantic feelings for Catalina and gosh it's all so confusing.

when they reincarnate, she finds out about pansexuality and bisexuality and just goes "thats a tHING?" and yep its a thing

Catalina is so damn smug that she gave two of her ex ladies in waiting their gay awakenings

Anna is a lesbian, but I also headcanon her as demisexual.

like Anna is super oblivious so sexual attraction is the only way for her to realize that yes she's into someone.

which of course made it a little awkward on her part when she suddenly got slapped in the face with attraction and was like "huh so thats what that feels like."

Anna also didnt make a big deal about coming out, the queens probably just saw her and Kitty cuddling on the couch and went "yea that makes sense, theres no way Anna would be straight"

Kitty i also headcanon as a lesbian, but i also headcanon her as a demigirl

Tho i also headcanon that their relationship with gender is more like they forgot to cancel their 7 day free trial of it but they don't mind

She was probably the second person to come out, and DEFINITELY made a whole deal of it

Like streamers and cake and the whole 9 yards

Cathy is bisexual but like in a very genderqueer way

Like she likes very confident self assured women but she also likes very soft and caring men and she also likes nonbinary people in general and just gosh why is everyone hot

Theyre also a demigirl, although where Kitty had a gender discovery, Cathy had a gender crisis

Like they had this whole thing where they reevaluated their self worth/identity because theyd placed it on being a female author

But after Kitty came out, she got a lot of help from them and eventually settled on a good label for herself

Yes Kitty and Cathy make so many jokes about having to share the pronoun

Wooo okay there we go

[kitty-cat-is-back]

What Am I Doing with My Life? Chapter 1

Pairing: Sero Hanta x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first fic, so I hope you guys like it! If I’m being honest, I have no idea what this is currently or what this is going to turn into, but this is just a very self indulgent fic, so I’m sorry if this isn’t for you! Definitely my inspiration to even take a crack at writing a fic is @reinawritesbnha, so you should definitely check her out cause her fics are wayyyyy better than whatever you’re gonna read now! Anyways, I’m terrible at writing summaries, so just have a quick read for yourself and see if you like it! Oh, also this is a real world au, so no powers for any of the characters! ANYWAYS, I hope you like it! :)

Warnings: signs of depression, a hint of angst (idk)

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With a groan, you rolled over and aimlessly searched for your phone, promptly shutting off your alarm. A sigh escaped your lips as you stared up at the cracked ceiling, already hearing the loud stomping of your upstairs neighbor so early in the morning. You gazed out the window, staring at the luxurious view of the brick wall from the building next to your apartment, anything to prolong starting the day. Once you didn’t think you could hold off any longer on getting ready, so you dragged your body up and out of bed, mosing into the bathroom as you pondered the same question you did everyday: What am I doing with my life?

You didn’t feel like you were sad per se, but you certainly weren’t thrilled about life. Everyday felt like a rut… Wake up, work, eat, sleep, and repeat. You honestly can’t remember that last time you really felt happy. Well… Maybe back then…

You walked into the classroom early groggily, the sun had barely even risen in the sky. The room was mostly empty, spare a boy sitting at his desk, looking much too mischievous this early in the morning. You placed your stuff at your desk and gave yourself a small pep talk in your head. Today was the day you were finally going to do it. With a few more words of your own encouragement, you slowly approached the boy’s desk, gaining a closer look at what he was doing. Curiosity getting the better of you, you pushed your mission aside and started off with some simple small talk.

“What are you doing?” you asked, an eyebrow raised quizzically.

The lanky boy with shaggy black hair and an infectious smile averted his gaze away from his creation to peer up at you. He grinned cheekily before looking back down and pulling more tape from the dispenser to add to the mass he had already formed, “Making a tape ball.”

You tilted your head in confusion before hesitantly asking, “...A tape ball? What for?”

He shrugged, “Dunno yet… Probably gonna throw it at Kaminari during 4th period. We’ll see how I’m feeling,” he stated, wrapping more and more tape around the sticky monstrosity.

You hummed in response, attempting to hide your smile at his antics, even though his attention was solely placed on creating the tape ball. A silence fell over the two of you as you continued to watch him, rocking back and forth on your feet nervously. Just spit it out already! This was your chance! You ceased your rocking and promptly cleared your throat, “Hanta!”

The boy’s brows shot up at the exclamation and turned away from his abomination, giving you his full attention. He just now noticed the makeup adorning your face, something he’s positive he’s never seen you wear before, but can recognize the effort you put into it. His cheeks flushed at his prolonged staring at your beauty and finally stammered out, “Y-Yes?”

This was it. You balled up your fists and tensed up, almost as if preparing for impact, “A-Are… Are you… Are you busy… this weekend…?” you asked, unsure of the words.

Hanta relaxed a bit, though still a bit on edge as to why you were acting so awkward all of a sudden, “Oh, that’s it? No, I’m not particularly busy,” he pondered aloud, “Probably just gonna hang with the squad… Hey, you can join us if you want to! I’ve been dying to properly introduce you to them! I mean, they all know you from around school, but they don’t like… know you know you, y’know?”

You visibly deflated, your mind racing to figure out how to remedy this problem, “I told you… I don’t think your friends would like me. I’m so awkward around new people, I would probably just embarrass you… B-But that wasn’t what I meant!” you paused and took a breath, mentally preparing yourself, “I was trying to ask if you wanted to go on a da-”

Your words were cut off by your friend walking into the classroom. They spotted you and quickly made their way over towards you, “There you are! We’ve been looking everywhere for you! C’mon, we’re gonna go chill in the cafeteria before classes start!” your friend said as they tugged on your arm.

Your mind went into panic mode, glancing frantically between your friend and Hanta, “N-No… Wait! I was just-”

You were cut off once again, “Just finished talking? Great!” your friend said, pulling harder on your arm, “Bye Hanta! I’m sure you guys can catch up later!” they said before successfully pulling you out of the room, leaving behind a confused Hanta.

Once having exited the classroom, your friend let out a disgusted scoff, “How many times do we have to tell you? No. Hanging. With. Hanta. It’s really that simple. That whole friend group of his is no good!”

Your shoulders slumped and your face fell into a frown, “There’s nothing wrong with Hanta… Just because Mina ghosted you after a hookup doesn’t mean the whole group is-”

“Oh. My. GOD. I told you not to ring up the ‘incident’ again! You know it makes me upset!” they said with a huff. They shook it off, “Whatever, but that doesn’t matter! I won’t have my best friend hanging out with those losers and then ultimately getting your heart broken when they don’t want you anymore! So you either listen to me and stop hanging around that guy or we’re not friends anymore.”

This felt like one of those moments in your life where the decision you make would drastically alter your life. You had a choice of two paths and whatever you chose, you couldn’t go back and try again. You stayed silent as you weighed out your options.

“Hellooo?? I’m waiting!”

“Hello? Are you even listening to me?!”

“Hello?”

“Hello? Are you ok?”

You snapped out of your reminiscing and looked up to see your office assistant giving you a concerned look. You started rapidly blinking in confusion, wondering how in the world your body had managed to take you all the way to work without dying while you were caught up in a daydream. You let out a heavy breath and leaned back in your chair, “Yea…” you started, “Yea, I’m fine. I just… didn’t get much sleep last night is all…” you said with a little bit of conviction.

Your office assistant nodded, definitely not convinced, “Right… Anyways, I guess now seems like a good time to bring this up. Your twelve o’clock appointment called and cancelled. That was the only patient you had scheduled, so I think you should take this opportunity and take the day off. In the year that you’ve been working here, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you take time off for yourself. You may not think it, but even psychologists need mental health days,” they joked, trying to lighten up the somber atmosphere of your office.

You rubbed the back of your neck, desperately racking your brain to come up with a reason to stay at work. If you were working, you weren’t thinking and if you weren’t thinking, you were better off that way. You opened your mouth to start spilling out excuses, “Well…”

“I’m gonna stop you right there. I know every single thing you’re about to say and I’m not having it today. I’ll stay and do some work around the office and answer phone calls if needed. You may be my boss, but I’m ordering you to take the day off. You deserve it. You need it.”

You sighed and hung your head. There was no getting out of this. You held your hands up in defeat, “Alright, alright, I give. I’ll take the day off. You win…” you grumbled. After a victorious cheer from your assistant, you packed up your stuff and headed out of the office. Now that you were alone again, you were left with nothing but your own thoughts.

Maybe your assistant was right about this whole day off thing. I mean, remembering back on your high school days? If you’re starting to believe that you peaked mid-way through high school, you must be going crazy. But… You felt like you were kind of right about one decision drastically changing your life. One choice led you down a path that you couldn’t escape and were forced to keep walking down, no matter how many times you wanted to walk back and find your way again. Maybe you wouldn’t be here if you had chosen a different path, or maybe nothing would’ve changed at all. It doesn’t make sense to wonder about it now. The choice was made and nothing can be undone.

Getting lost in your thoughts again, your body still magically transporting you from one place to the next, you missed out on the man chasing you through the bustling streets of the city, calling out your name like a madman. He pushed through the crowds of people walking in the opposite direction of him, mumbling out apologies every few seconds. He finally managed to make his way to you and grabbed your wrist to gain your attention,

“(Y/N)!”

You snapped out of your thoughts for the second time that day and whipped around to see the boy you knew long ago, but he had turned into a man. Your eyes became wide as your jaw dropped in disbelief, somehow managing to stutter out,

“H-Hanta!?”

[betelgeuse-boo]

Anything (a fic or a Headcanon set) for a reader sending Beej to the Netherworld (or at least like the background where he can’t do much) and giving him a good tease? Stripping down to a skimpy outfit with some subtle references to his outfit, (stripes) getting some edgeplay, all while watching him in a mirror or something; grinning at the frustration on his face? And when it all becomes too much they say his name, bringing him out

ooh this is some good stuff!

(i’ll be answering headcanon asks directly and just not put them in the main x reader tags, i’ll ask that anyone who rb’s does the same thing)

beej was the one that asked you if you could tease him in this way first

you were, at first, a little surprised. beetlejuice, your beetlejuice, wanted to be edged? he wasn’t exactly the most patient person but....okay.

using some weird incantation he taught you, you banish him into your bedroom mirror. without you summoning him, he won’t be able to get out. he’s more than okay with this, and at this point, he’s already getting hard with anticipation.

you admittedly find yourself fairly turned on at the reality of him watching you like this too

“remember, no touching yourself,” you instruct him, a bit sterner than you thought you could be, and he nods, hands up against the glass separating him from you

you begin to strip for him, peeling your clothes off garment by garment at an achingly slow pace

lots of hip movements while taking your clothes off, of course.

by the time your shirt is halfway off, he’s already squirming and his chest is heaving. of course, his hair is all pink at this point

“are you wanting out?” you ask him, almost teasingly, knowing he’ll say no. you’re right, he says no, and you continue on

by the time you’re in your underwear and nothing else, he swears he’s about to cum himself unassisted

your underwear is striped- a clear visual reference to him. his hand goes to his crotch as he sees you standing there, looking immaculate, wearing underwear that he can only think remind you of him, but you correct him

“remember what i said earlier?”

he drops his hand and whines, face redder than you’ve ever seen it and pitching a huge tent in his pants

you move over, closer to him, and press various parts of your body against your end of the mirror

he’s legit biting at his lip, trembling hard. you can’t do anything to stop him from touching himself, he knows that, but he wants to listen to you anyways

you do another little dance for him before playing with your body and eventually beginning to touch yourself, saying how you wish it was him doing it

at this, he practically explodes, tears welling up in his eyes from how amazing the buildup of arousal inside him feels, which is when he makes the switch and starts begging you to summon him

“hmm...you’re not convincing me, beej, can you run that by me again?”

“please baby, please, i wanna’ cum so bad, please-“

now that was pretty. after he keeps sputtering out your praises, you say his name three times

he’s instantly against you, kissing you and whining against your skin as he’s rutting himself against you, content in basically dry humping you

of course, you wrap your arms around him and tell him how good and well behaved he was

he cums quick like. 15 seconds of pressure and he tenses against you, bear hugging you, and sobbing due to how good it feels for him

after he slumps slightly, you laugh at him “seriously?”

he laughs back and goes to lay on the bed, obviously winded “yea, that’s how sexy you are, babes”

[zankivich]

God is a Woman: A One-Shot

a/n: this is just smut. I saw an interview where Shawn was talking about his favorite Daniel Caesar song, and how everyone should listen to him, so I did, and.....This is was manifested. Also I’ve needed an excuse to title a fic after Ariana’s God Is a Woman. I really liked how this turned out so let me know if you like! 

Daniel Caesar is playing in the background when you get him into bed. The candles are lit making the room ooze lavender and eucalyptus. Warm, yellow  light fills the edges of the room fading into the darkness like the candle flames themselves. He’s sitting on the end of the bed rid of the shirt that you’d gotten rid of as soon as he’d walked through the front door. He bites his lips as you sulk forward to get closer. The heavy base of the music throbs in the air and your hips move gently to the rhythm of the electric guitar in the background. You stalk forward just close enough to allow him to skim his fingers along your naked thigh. You’d warn a silk rope and the lingerie he’d bought you while he was away for the promo tour. The bra and the underwear to match are completely see through leaving little to the imagination, and even when you pull the robe off of your shoulders it’s like he’s seeing you for the first time. Like what you are is a gift, is a miracle for him to experience. And you are.

“Honey” He mumbles as you run your fingers through his curls only riling him up further. “Please?”

“Shhh.” You whisper cupping his jaw and tugging him forward to skim his nose between your breasts. “You should be thinking about how you’re gonna please me. Nothing else.”

A groan stumbles from his lips and it only fuels the need to play this game you’ve got going. You both know you could ask for the world and he’d deliver it with a bow. Tonight you just want him, want his body and his soul and his tongue, and not necessarily in that order. You move him away from the soft, damp trail of kisses he’d left along your chest and push him softly back. He does what you ask and watches with nothing but heat and adoration in his eyes while you peel off the lingerie. It’s that look that makes molten appear between your thighs. It’s that look that make you drip, makes your nipples harden, and your stomach tighten. Only he has this effect on you. Your favorite part though is the effect you have on him.

You slide your hands along his denim clad thighs and kiss your way up his chest before crawling to straddle his chest.

“Have you decided?” You ask, fingers in his hair again as you lean above him in your celestial form. “How you’re going to make me happy?”

He brings his hands up to cup your hips guiding you forward and forward until he’s close enough to press a kiss to your bikini line. Your eyes stay locked on one another as his kisses turn to licks turn to nibbles turn to soul searching inside of you. Your thighs settle on either side of his head and he dives in licking you the way that you need. Your eyes flutter close and your fingers tighten in his hair guiding him as your hips move against his tongue and chin and face.

“Mmmmm.” You moan, hips jerking. “Just like that.”

He settles his arm down flat against your pubic bone in an attempt to keep you still and uses his fingers to spread your lips. He taps at your clit to the rhythm of the drums in the song and it  really fucking gets to you. Your sighs turn to moans turn to something more animalistic and deep from within you. He’s giving it to you so good and you’re suddenly dripping enough for his fingers to dip into the honey pot and take a taste. It’s a visual unlike anything else in the world and it’s hard to tell if it’s that tongue or that look that makes you cum in deep pulses against his chin. Either way your thighs unclench from around his head and he drops down to the bed again smiling at you like you gave him a birthday cake instead of nearly suffocating him.

His chin is wet with your release and his eyes are as bright as the candle light. He kisses your inner thigh and squeezes your ass in his hands.

“I’ve never been this hard in my life.” He assures you.

“Get your pants off.” You mumble unstraddling him for that purpose only.

He makes quick work of his belt, jeans, and briefs only wanting to get back to you. And when he does, when he’s settled against the headboard and you’ve crawled into his lap fingers gripping his length, something beautiful takes place between the two of you. His body fits perfectly inside of you. You mold around him, chest to chest, fingers against his back, tongues touching lavishly. His hair curls at the base of his neck and you grip tightly there, rutting your hips against his in dark, tight circles. You’re so full. Full of him--his dick, sure, but also his love is filling your soul, and his lips are feeding you too and the satisfaction coasts your throat and your skin and your aura. He holds you so carefully in his hands and yet you are fucking each other recklessly and hungrily. It is both selfless and selfish simultaneously because he takes from you with every sharp snap of his groin, but it is endlessly nourishing when he strokes deep into your body hitting something primal and special and hidden. Blood has rushed to your clit, and it’s so engorged that every time you slide down his cock your clit is rubbing against him just barely, so softly, so fucking good.

“A--ahhhh Shawn.” You whine into his ear. “So close”

“Yea?” He pants wrapping his arms tight around you and pushing into deeper.

“Ungh!” Your back arches pushing your clit closer against him.

Your thighs are shaking again. Your insides are pulsing. It is a wave that splashes and slaps and overwhelms your entire being. Your fingers dig into his back and a scream erupts from your throat that you’ve never experienced before. Your body is both trying to crawl so close that you are one while also needing to get away from this thing that is killing you it feels so fucking good. His hands hold onto your hips, it’s the only thing keeping you rooted, and he keeps going, keeps grinding, keeps hitting that thing that makes you gush from the inside out. You are not just cumming you are bursting from within and it’s so beautiful it brings a tear to your eye as he’s reaching something similar inside of you. It is intense and scary and good, so inherently good that when you collapse into pile of sweaty limbs and fluids, you both laugh in shock.

“Holy fuck.” He chuckles, breath painting your collar bone.

You giggle and nod. “Yea.”

A few moments past with you both looking up at the ceiling catching your breath and letting your brains reboot. Music continues to play softly in the background and the lavender makes you feel warm and sated. Shawn turns to stare at you and his eyes are full of that worship like gaze from earlier.

“I guess God really is a woman, aye?”

“Fuck yea she is.”

The End.

[haveakookie]

Marked (M)

Werewolf!Jungkook x Reader

Halloween Drabble Series

JIN (M) | YOONGI | HOSEOK | NAMJOON (M) | JIMIN | TAEHYUNG

Summary: you were in heat, Jungkook didn’t know.

A/N: This is my fic. I am re-posting onto my sideblog.

Growing up as a werewolf was hard. Growing up as a female werewolf without a pack was impossible. You had a pack that you were good friends with and asked for help and advice from, but that’s as far as it went, for now. You have yet to find a mate and enter a pack, and were currently going through heat so you had to stay indoors to avoid any…unwanted situations a.k.a. to avoid fucking random humans and/or wolves in broad daylight. You were holed up in your apartment, skin burning and your third pair of panties for the day, ruined. Walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge, you groaned, realizing that you were officially out of food and had no choice but to go to the store down the street.

You picked up your phone and dialed the Alpha of the pack you knew. Namjoon had always been willing to help you, even though you weren’t technically part of his pack. He had still always called you family.

“Y/n! Hey, how are you? I haven’t heard from you in days!” He cheerily answered, and you smiled to yourself, he always had a way of cheering you up.

“Hey Namjoon, uhm.. Well I kind of have a problem.”

“Oh? What is it? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, well mostly fine. I’m….in heat, and I just ran out of food. What do I do?” Namjoon could sense the fear in your voice as you talked, and he wanted nothing more than to come over and comfort you, but that wasn’t the best idea considering the current situation.

“Well, I’d love to help, but you know that myself or any one of the boys can’t come over right now.”

You sighed deeply, you knew this was the answer you’d get, but you couldn’t help but feel a little lost now. Namjoon must have known what you were thinking as he spoke up again.

“I know it’s tough, and I’m sorry we can’t help, but look outside and if there aren’t many humans you can walk to the store. Call any of us if something goes wrong.” You thanked him and hung up, calming yourself down before stepping outside, as Namjoon’s voice did things to you..especially when you were in heat. Once you collected yourself, you changed (again) and cautiously stepped outside to get groceries. You managed to go to the store and back to the safety of your apartment without any problems, and as soon as you stepped foot in the door, you slumped to the ground, exhausted at the effort you put out. You had caught a whiff of a nearby wolf, and your heat had kicked into overdrive. Just as you were thinking about showing up at the pack’s house uninvited to relieve yourself, your phone rings.

“Hey y/n, how are you?” the smooth voice of Jungkook poured out of your phone, and the heat under your skin doubled, “I heard you needed food, is everything okay?”

“Yea I’m okay, I got some food so I should be okay for a few days.” you tried to calm your breathing so that Jungkook wouldn’t notice, but your heat was getting worse each second that you were on the phone with him, why were you so affected by him? You talked to Jungkook for another few minutes, wrapping up the conversation after blindly agreeing to something he said, you had no idea what you had said yes to but you could only hope it wasn’t too bad. You spent the next few hours in bed and decided to take a nice long cold shower. As you stepped out of the shower and dried off, you heard a knock on the door. You pulled on an old oversized t-shirt and a fresh pair of panties before checking who was at the door. You looked through the peephole and bit back a groan, Jungkook was standing outside your door, completely oblivious to the fact that you were in heat. You looked again and almost moaned at the sight, his hair was slightly damp from the fresh rain outside, his grey eyes peeking through the fringe, his leather jacket on top of the plain white v-neck that hugged his muscular frame perfectly, then down to his ripped black jeans that showed off his thick strong thighs. You wanted nothing more than to rip the door open and pounce, but you gathered up every ounce of self restraint you had left to talk to him, through the door.

“Jungkook? What are you doing here?” you tried to level your breathing as you watched him raise an eyebrow at you.

“Are you not going to let me in?” he asked, chuckling. His deep voice affecting you so much more in person, “I’m here because I asked you to come over and you said yes. Now can you please open the door? I’m wet and cold.”

Shit

You took a deep breath in before unlocking the door slowly, hoping not to smell him until you were far enough away (like that would help). As Jungkook stepped into your apartment, you thanked all the gods that you had just gotten out of the shower, having washed away the strong scent of your heat. You let out the breath you were holding as you walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, unaware that Jungkook was following you. You breathed in again and froze, the strong musky smell of the other wolf hitting you like a freight train.

You felt your knees buckle and you grabbed the edge of the nearest counter and held on for dear life, your head swimming in lust and the scent of Jungkook. You could feel yourself drip down your thighs and a low growl ripped through your chest as you rubbed your thighs together to try to relieve the ache. Fuck it you thought as you turned around to face him, your eyes pure gold and blown wide with need. Jungkook was hit with your scent as you turned around, and he found himself thrown into his rut.

Jungkook didn’t have an ounce of restraint, especially when it came to you. He knew you were his mate, but you were completely oblivious to this. He stalked towards you, a predatory look on his face as a smirk played on his lips.

“Oh, babygirl. Is that why you didn’t want me to come in? You smell so good, I wonder if you taste even better?” You gave up on controlling your instincts, and moaned at his words. You look down to see Jungkook hard in his pants, his hand moving down upon himself through the denim. He pressed himself into you, your back digging into the counter as he placed his hands on either side of you. You could  feel his length pressing into your stomach, and you rolled your hips into him, silently begging for more. Jungkook happily obliged and slid down your body, happy to find no obstructions in his way as he pushed his hand up your shirt. He looped his fingers through the band of your panties and ripped them away, watching as your essence started to drip down your thighs. He growled as your strong scent hit him, and pushed your legs apart as he dived in. The moment his tongue met your folds you threaded a hand through his soft brown locks, pulling his head closer to your aching core. You started to shamelessly grinding yourself onto his willing tongue, his moans vibrating through you as he ate you like you were his last meal. But you both needed more.

You pushed him away from you and removed your shirt, leaving you completely exposed under his predatory gaze. Jungkook stood up and licked his lips, closing his eyes at your taste.

“You taste so much better than I ever imagined, but i need you, now.” He grabbed you by the waist and picked you up easily, your legs wrapping around his waist as he removed his jacket and shirt. He walked you over to the nearest wall, slamming you against it. Jungkook kissed you with force, and you could taste yourself on his tongue as you sucked it into your mouth. He unbuckled his pants in record speed and in the blink of an eye he was naked in front of you. You looked down and saw his thick, hard cock leaking precum and just waiting to be inside of you.

“Jungkook please, just fuck me. I need you.” Jungkook would never say no to such an offer, and he grabbed the base of his cock and pulled you down onto him. As he impaled you with his cock, he bit you harshly on the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, effectively marking you as his. You were so caught up in finally being relieved of your built up frustrations that you didn’t even notice what he did, you only felt a strange and powerful connection to him. You whimpered when he didn’t move, and Jungkook began to roughly pump into you, not slowing down once. You heard him growl and pick up speed, the lewd sounds of your tight wet heat being pounded into filling the room. You were so close to cumming, having waited so long to get relief, and Jungkook was right behind you. As you his your peak, you found yourself giving Jungkook a matching mark. Jungkook felt you marking him and came to his end, pumping into you to draw out your orgasm.

Jugnkook’s tired legs seemed to give out as he put you down and sat on the floor, pulling you close to him. You sat there for a few minutes, neither one of you speaking about what had happened. The fact that you two were now marked by each other could be talked about later, right now you just wanted to get your breath back so you could have round 2. You looked over at Jungkook and you could already see the look change in his eyes as he stared at the mark on your neck.

- Admin Rogue