#these kinds of requests make me feral in a very good way

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

Hi hi hi! It’s awesome to see Lackadaisy fan content writers coming on Tumblr! Could you write some general romance headcanons for Nico Savoy?

Can’t wait to see what you guys do in the future! 💕💕

The finest of choices, my friend 💖

•As established by canon, Nico doesn't do well with the concept of romantic commitment.

•That means his only real relationships are flings that last a couple of weeks, sometimes four. His record was three months.

•He's left a decent trail of broken hearts, and no one knows whether his own is so much as dented from it all.

•Of course, as a hired hijacker and member of the Marigold, you can't exactly say he's fallen in with a "good" crowd. Most of his romantic liaisons have been meet-cutes in those circles and in back alleys, from deadly gunslingers to the lovely ladies populating the houses of ill-repute.

•He'll definitely make it feel like more than a short infatuation, however dubious it is at its core. He probably doesn't even realize he does so.

•He's aware that he's a smooth charmer, that's for sure. A real Dom Juan who spares no drop of golden charisma or expense, especially in the beginning. He goes all in, knowing what he wants and unafraid to show it. It's that confidence that dazzles his conquests and sweeps them off their feet before they know it.

•Evening dates—when he's not on duty—include fishing in secluded spots down by the river or a good old bar brawl and subsequent wrestling match in the Marigold. He favours the raw rush of life to fancy dinners and tight-necked upper-class parties.

•Unfortunately that means his private life and his work life often weave and intersect, and that any of his current romantic affiliations end up involved with the Marigold's business in one way or another.

•If they can handle a gun decently well, it makes for even more fun. There have definitely been some interesting couple's nights out, that's for sure.

•If it wasn't obvious, Nico's romance rarely flourishes outside the cover of darkness. Managing to find him during the day is already a feat unto itself.

•It's hard to know what he really thinks of love in general. The normally brash and abrasively honest Nicodeme Savoy always plays the same seduction game, wins it and lets his victory wane with his affections. It's hard to see what really goes on behind that mind of his.

•Maybe Serafine knows. Maybe one day, a partner of his will find out, too.

•All his romantic flings are certain of is that it's worth making the most of their partnership while it lasts. Despite the eventually heartbreak, sweet memories of a rumbling laugh and Cajun drawl, the brooding amber gaze and the dreamy fireflies and passing boat lights glittering over the surface of the Mississippi stay deeply engraved, forever.

•Sharing even a few days with him feels like a sharp shot of spiced-up booze, difficult to get out of one's system and lingering like a curse.

•And just like alcohol, the addiction is often hard to do away with for good.

[starcrossed-lov3rz]

The Upper Hand

Feyd Rahtha x Wife!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut, threeway? fourway? I lost count-way, orgy, oral, praise, dirty talk, light bdsm, Feyd ‘talks you thru it’ Rautha, light degradation, somnophilia (kind of, but it's something y/n specifically asked Feyd to make happen for her)

Words: ~ 1.3K

Description: Based on this request: “I seriously need a Feyd x his wife x his darlings-”

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You whimper, shifting in your sleep and attempting to roll onto your side. You’re met with resistance, unable to move. A short panic bursts through you as your brain sluggishly processes what’s going on. The bed is unusually warm, and a tingling pleasure is building between your thighs. You breathe out a moan as a tongue prods at- 

“FEYD!” Your eyes snap open to yell for your husband. But when you sit up, you find Feyd sitting on your couch. He’s lounging, silky black robes open to expose his pale chest. Two of his darlings sit on either side of him, eyes taking in every detail of your predicament. You immediately whip your head to see who is eating if you out instead of your husband. Another darling is between your thighs, pausing her efforts on your cunt to cheekily grin. 

“Good morning, love.” Feyd says. “Well-I certainly hope it’s a good morning for you.” His gaze flits down to the darling who has begun kissing and lapping at your cunt. 

“Ah-” you gasp. “Feyd, you didn’t.” A shiver of thrill runs up your spine. A few weeks ago you had confessed to your husband one of your most well kept secrets. Feyd had listened to your desires, expression never changing. At the time, you were worried that he was disapproving of your wants or just didn’t care. 

“Happy anniversary,” he purrs. “Our darlings were so taken with your filthy, little, wet dream that I almost couldn’t make them wait until our big day.” The darling at your core hummed as she sucked your clit into her mouth. The wave of pleasure lights your every nerve on fire.

Another moan wrenches from your throat as the darling flicks at your bud with a practiced tongue. You try to say something, anything to thank your husband for spoiling you with such a surprise. But the nearing orgasm is enough to leave you unable to focus. 

Feyd groans, “what a sight. It’s almost like this is more a gift for me than it is for you.” Your head collapses back as you pant and gasp out. Hips grind down into the darling’s face and she falls into your rhythm. Your orgasm crashes down on you, and your legs shake as they clench around the darling’s head. “That’s it, pet.” Feyd purrs. “Come for us. Let me hear what a good job your darling is doing for you.”

You push at her head, trying to get a break as a wave of overstimulation hits. She relents, pulling away to kiss and nip your thighs. A moan of pain and pleasure slides from your lips at the feeling. “Don’t you dare leave a mark,” Feyd hisses from his perch. “You may be here for her, but you answer to me.”

The darling halts her movements, “yes na-Baron. Forgive me for overstepping.” 

He hums in response before turning his attention to the darlings at his side. “My darling wife looks tense, why don’t you both help her relax?”  They both slink towards the bed, hungry expressions and feral grins making you gulp.

The taller darling captures your lips in a kiss that is nothing short of teeth and aggression. She bites at your lip and steals the very air from your lungs. A hand slides up the back of your neck, winding into your hair before sharply pulling. You yelp as your head wrenches back and mouth falls open. The darling responsible for pulling at your hair immediately attacks your exposed throat, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive flesh. Gasps fall from your lips, and the taller darling steals them with each brutal kiss.

“I want to see every inch of my wife as she falls apart,” Feyd orders. “Spread her out for me.”

The darlings flit about, one pulling you to the edge of the bed while another sits behind you to prop your back up against her chest. Her hands lock behind your knees, pulling them up and spreading your legs wide. You whine in embarrassment and try to shut your legs, but her grip is firm. “Feyd, please,” you gasp, “I feel so exposed.”

“Why don’t we fix that then?” 

Feyd tosses the black ties of his robe to the darling in front of you. She hands on to the darling behind you, who ties it to blindfold you. Your hands move up to push the blindfold, but they’re caught by one of the darlings. She binds your hands with the second tie, pulling back your bound hands. Your back arches to accommodate as she loops them behind the head of the darling at your back. 

You’re utterly helpless to their grasping hands. With your legs held open, arms tied behind you, and sight taken….you’re completely at their mercy. You’re not sure whose hand slips between your spread thighs to tease your clit. The cool air makes your skin prickle, and you shiver at the chill and the sensation of a tongue running up your stomach and to your breast. One of the darlings, or perhaps Feyd, kisses at your breast, sucking your nipple into their warm mouth.

“You’re just the picture of desperation, my love.” Feyd’s voice rings from behind you. Or is he in front of you? “Cunt dripping, soaking the bed sheets.” His voice has moved, you’re unable to track him down. He has to be walking around the room to throw you off. You moan as a mouth replaces the fingers at your clit. “Three people at your disposal, and you’re still unsatisfied? Who knew na-baroness was such a greedy little whore.” 

You audibly moan at Feyd’s words. He knew how to press your buttons like no one else. “My love, please give me your cock. I need it,” you beg. 

“No.” he denies. “I have no intentions of fucking you tonight until everyone here has had their fill.” A hand slips down to join the mouth that torments your clit,two fingers sliding into your sopping cunt. It can’t be Feyd’s…they’re too soft, too short. Regardless, they fuck into you with an eagerness that leaves you breathless. 

The darlings hands roam your body; holding you in place, teasing, pinching, plucking, fucking. Your head swims as your orgasm builds. You’re unable to place whose hands belong to who. The only grounding force is Feyd’s voice as he paces, purring filthy praises as you tremble. 

“Are you close?” Feyd teases. “Don’t answer that–of course you are.” You whimper, the muscles in your thighs twitching as your peak builds. “Anyone could tell you’re on the edge,” he murmurs. “The way your breath hitches, the little pants and gasps of pleasure.” You whine at his words. He’s not wrong, you’re hanging by a thread. “I can practically see your cunt twitching around those fingers, trying to suck them deeper.”

Your back arches harder as you try to grind down onto the fingers fucking into your cunt. “Just let go, my love. Or does my helpless little pet need my permission?”

A whine slips out and you can practically hear the smile in Feyd’s voice. “Oh, isn’t that precious,” he purrs. “My filthy pet is trying to be good for me.” He goes silent for a minute and you turn your head to try and find him, despite the blindfold.

“Do it, love. Come for me.” His voice appears in your ear as he bites harshly into your neck. Your eyes roll back as you finally fall over the edge. The noises around you dim to a soft buzz as you seem to float away from it all.

You don’t even realize how much time has passed, but you find yourself blinking as light hits your eyes. “My love,” you tilt your head up to ask for a kiss, and your husband leans down to comply as he tosses your blindfold away. “That was perfect.”

“I’m glad,” he murmurs, “because you owe me two more.” 

NOTE: "Lacie, can you go two posts just writing about monogamous couples?" Apparently not! I'm making sure Y/N is BOOKED AND BUSY lmaooooo. But also apologies for all the changes on every post! I've been reworking the layouts lately. I have two more requests to finish before they open back up again! I can't wait to hear all the filthly, fun ideas ya'll have for me. ~ Lacie <3

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141 NSFW Headcanons

Requested: No

Warnings: NSFW, spanking, choking, pet play, age gap, dirty talk, exhibitionism, Degradation

Price

Favorite Kinks:

Spanking

This one is fairly obvious, I think. It combines with his authority kink while also showing you your place. Sometimes he likes to combine it with humiliation and spank you in front of his Sergeants if you’ve been particularly bratty or aggravating for a longer period of time. But overall, even if you were perfect, he’d find the littlest things to punish you over just so he could hear your whimpers every time his hand or belt came down on your ass, gets all smug when you can’t sit properly for the next few days.

Cock Warming

Speaking of sitting, this one is a kink that Price just loves. For a variety of reasons but the main one is that he likes to see you squirm, panting and whimpering, trying to rock against his cock for any kind of friction to satiate your need but every time that you do he ends up smacking your ass as punishment along with giving you a stern order to stop moving. The way your eyes go all dumb and teary gets him going but he’s more than satisfied to just have you hold him in your tight walls. For now.

Scent

Should start by saying that this man has the nose of a bloodhound. Subtle scents that most other people wouldn’t notice are like a punch to the face for him. No scent goes unnoticed by him. But he didn’t think it could be a kink til he met you. The smell of your skin after a shower, after a jog, after sex. It’s all so intoxicating to him. Your natural scent and the smell of your various hygiene products. He’ll get pissed if you, say, switch up your usual choice of perfume. Will bitch and moan about it til you hop into the shower to scrub it all away and come back out so he can bury his face into your thighs and just smell.

Favorite Positions:

Him standing with you bent over the bed

This position is usually accompanied by his hand on the back of your neck and another one your hip, absolutely wrecking your insides and not giving you even an inch of room to wiggle away from him. Grunting and growling as he tells you to take it like the good little slag you are. He likes the position because of the power but also because he likes to see your ass jiggle with everything thrust.

You pressed face first against a wall with him behind you

This position also plays into having power over you, keeping you still. He adores how there’s nowhere his body isn’t touching you. Pressed against you so close that it feels like you can’t breathe. Like you’re being crushed but in the best way as he fucks into you from behind. This one is more saved for quickies or bouts in his office though, as he does usually prefer you spread out on his bed, surrounded by his things.

You laying on your side with him kneeling and your legs curled over his hip

This is one of Price’s softer positions. One of few that actually gives you room to breathe. Hunched over you, breath tickling your ear as he goes slowly in and out, one of his hands holding yours, fingers intertwined as he tells you how good you’re taking him. So sweet for him, so perfect. Just stay nice and still for him, Lovey. That you’re his, always was and always will be.

Most Common Dirty Talk:

“Shhh, Love. You can take it. Just stay nice and still for me.”

“Bend over, Love. I can’t let your disobedience go unpunished.”

“Stop wiggling, or I’ll have to find ways to make you stop.”

Gaz

Favorite Kinks:

Age Gap

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Gaz is a Milf/Dilf fucker. God, he goes feral for an older person who is just so goddamn beautiful. Laugh lines, crow’s feet, streaks of grey hair. He is just….he’s such a simp. Staring very respectfully from between your thighs, absolutely fucking wrecked with lust.

Thigh Fucking

There is a lot going on in Gaz’s brain but all of that fucking disappears the second he sees a nice pair or thighs. The thicker the better, god help his soul if they squish together and leave absolutely no room in between. His dick is hard and his brain is gone, and he will take every opportunity to fuck them and absolutely cover them in his cum, making sure to take a pretty picture after. (It becomes his Home Screen and yes, he changes it every single time he gets a new one. So like, every other day.)

Marking

This kink is one of the lesser ones among his favorites but it is still very prominent. But his methods of marking are actually not. He prefers more subtle marks. His dog tags around your neck, his name written somewhere on you, his cum sprayed all over the crotch of your underwear. Little things that taunt him throughout the day and drive him crazy with lust.

Favorite Positions:

Cowgirl

This man is a power bottom and I will stand by that. Making you ride him, his hands on your hips guiding you at the exact pace that he likes, watching his tags bounce against your sweaty chest with each drop, in love with the way you shudder when he bucks up into you every once and a while or just grabs your ass and starts manually lifting you instead of just guiding.

Reverse Cowgirl

Yes, it’s incredibly similar to the Cowgirl position but Gaz thinks that’s it different enough to make note of. And god does he just love to see the way your ass jiggles with each bounce, wanting so badly to grab at it but knowing his hands will get in the way so he has to settle for your hips, growling and repeatedly interrupting his own rhythm with a few harsher thrusts just to see how loud the sound of your ass clapping can get.

69

The perfect mix of your thighs around his head and your lips around his cock, he literally could no ask for a better position. His only problem with it is that he can’t angle himself to bite at every inch of your thighs like he usually does, but he’ll settle for scratching down the back of them. For now, at least.

Most Common Dirty Talk:

“Fuck. You feel so good, you know that? So perfect for me.”

“This must be what Heaven is, these beautiful thighs wrapped round my head.”

“Just-Just let me fuck them a little, please? Need to cum so bad, Love. And you get me all hot and bothered just looking at you.”

Ghost

Favorite Kinks:

Wrestling

I’d imagine this to be a newer kink of Simon’s, probably discovered during some self defense lesson. Both of you breathing heavily, sweating, one of you pinned beneath the other. In other situations it would be annoying or perhaps scary but with you…with you it was exciting. He’ll go out of his way to spar with you from then on, neither of you commenting on his hard bulge being rubbed against your ass whenever he manages to pin you down.

Choking

The intimacy of you letting him choke you is something that gets to him in a way few things do. Letting him hold your life in his hands, trusting him to treat it delicately, to treasure it. Believing whole heartedly that he’ll return it instead of just taking and taking and taking until you’re….gone. It’s not often he gets that kind of trust and it goes right to his cock (and his heart).

Collaring

Possessive mixed with humiliation go brrrrr. Simon just fucking loves walking you like a dog, his name so clearly visible on the tags clipped to your collar. Calls you his good little fuck puppy as he’s buckling up your collar, black leather digging into your neck just the slightest bit. God, and the way you whimper up at him. He’ll never get enough.

Favorite Positions:

Him standing and you lifted against a wall, your legs around his waist

A display of strength along with the ability to keep you tight where he wants you, clinging to him for dear life as he slowly rocks up into you, the pace torturous, entirely too lazy for you but perfect for him. The nice slow drag giving him the ability to feel every inch of your insides, the sound of your heat trying desperately to suck him back in music to his ears.

On his back with you laying on top of him, laying against his chest

Simon likes this position because of the way he can feel to it heart racing, thumping wildly against his chest as he moves your hips for his own pleasure, groaning and huffing in your ear like a beast instead of a man, convinced there’s nothing more heavenly then the feel of you against him, your hole gripping him tightly, a fight to even move.

Him sitting with you on lap facing off to the side, leaning against his chest

This position is usually reserved for nights of cock warming at the pub or poker with the rest of the team. One of his hands under your knees, pinching you when you get a bit too squirmy for his liking or soothingly petting you when you start to whimper with need. He’ll tell you the others have no idea what you two were doing but…it was pretty obvious.

Most Common Dirty Talk:

“Who said you could speak?“

“On your knees now, Pet.”

“Spread your legs, show me what I own.”

Soap

Favorite Kinks:

Pet Play

Puppy Boy. God, he’s so dog coded. Call him your precious boy or your mutt, either way his dick is getting hard. Put a collar on him, make him hump your leg, give him a cute tail. Anything, anything at all. He’s yours! Your mutt, your puppy, your dog. Fiercely loyal and obedient, willing to choke and die at your command.

Exhibitionism

Yeah, Johnny’s such a freak in the bedroom and while it isn’t 100% the same outside of the bed, he is still pretty freaky when walking about. God, and the thrill of being in the halls, balls deep inside you were anyone can see, rutting so fast and deep like he was gonna die any second if he didn’t cum.

Degradation

This is kind of a double edged sword because Soap loves to both give and receive nasty words. You’ll snap at him that he’s just a filthy mutt when he’s going too hard and fast and he’ll just give you a wolffish grin and say that you must be a bitch in heat then, letting a mutt like him mount you and fuck you full.

Favorite Positions:

Doggy

A bit self explanatory, goes with the pet play thing and he also just likes how he can rest his face on you as he’s thrusting, drooling all over your skin as he pants and groans, occasionally biting and sucking whenever he can reach. In his mind, there is simply not a better position to be had. Might actually get a bit pouty if you want to do a different one.

Face down ass up

Once more, very similar to the first one but to Soap there is a very important distinction. That being that he can stare at your ass as he fucks you, spank it more freely, claw at it as much as he wants. Or he could hold your face down in the pillows by the back of your neck and get an even deeper angle.

Him kneeling as you sit, your knees up to your chest

This is his most common way of eating you out just because of how much access it gives him. He can lick all over your sex, suck, bite, spit on. It might be a bit uncomfortable for you but you’ll have a hard time thinking through just how much of a mess he’s making of you. Which is just how he intends for it to be.

Most Common Dirty Talk:

“Please don't stop, please please please please please.”

“Feel so good, Love. Please lemme cum inside, gonna die without it.”

“I need it. Need you. Please, just fuck me!”

[blingblong55]

First touch -Vladimir Makarov NSFW

Based on a request:

Can I request virginity loss with Makarov (f!reader)? Something about reboot Makarov makes me feral ---- F!Reader, virgin!reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, established!relationship, fingering, oral!sex, consent checks, soft!sex ----

A/N: Making this soft sex because…yes

It began with a makeout session, which soon led him to push you onto the bed and begin to undo your clothes. Your hands are on his belt and then he stops you, "Are you sure, you're ready?" His breath is shaky and you nod, "I'm sure." You whisper to which he smiles and begins to kiss you.

"Open your legs," he commands and slips your panties to the floor. Vladimir kisses your inner thighs, making eye contact with you and smiles. A grin on him when he knows you squirming for good reasons. Your soft hands on his hair, pushing him further into your cunt. His tongue flicks your soft and sensitive clit, "Mmmm, fuck R/N, you taste so good." he moans. You grow sensitive, your slick coating his fingers and slowly he spreads your cunt with his fingers. "Ngh…please…Vlad," you whimper. "Shhh, it's okay, darling," he whispers, undoing his trousers and then, slowly letting his cock get covered in your slick.

The way you bucked your hips to his cock like a desperate little puppy only made him want you more. He looks at you and shakes his head, "Patience, love." His fingers playing with your clit, the sensitive bud sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You close your eyes and try your best to not beg for more. You whine when he pulls away and he chuckles, "Oh does my baby need more?" He pulls back completely and admires your beauty this way. The way you're panting and how your hands are slowly playing with your nipples, "Please touch me~" you beg as one of your hands plays with your clit.

He chuckles and takes your hand away, "Now now, be a good girl and just enjoy the pleasure," he whispers and slowly leans in, kissing your nipples, eye contact with you the whole time and then smiling. "Do you like that, baby?" A desperate nod from you and he slaps his tip on your cunt. You begin to beg and cry for his cock and all he does is smile. "Are you sure you want this?" his tone soft and calm. "I do." "Very well then, we'll take it slow," he says and slowly, lets the tip of his cock inside your cunt. You whimper and he stops, "Are you okay? Does it hurt?" his brows furrowed awaiting your response. "No, no..it feels good," you whisper and he nods.

"We'll take it slow until you get used to my size, okay love?" "Mm-hmm, yes.." With that, the feeling of his cock, slowly getting deeper inside your wet cunt began to give send waves of pleasure and some pain through you. Small moans left your sweet lips, his mouth capturing them with passionate kisses. Your hands are on his bare back, digging into his skin with the slow thrust of his hips. The euphoria and pleasure it gave you had your whimpers turning into softer moans. "Fuck yourself on my dick, baby, enjoy yourself," he instructs.

As you begin to let out cries and moans, your cunt slowly gets used to him. Your nails left marks on him, and his groans and grunts filled the room. "Ready?" his voice hoarse. "Yes, just…please take it slow," you beg and he smiles. "My love, of course, we'll go slow." And just like that, he begins to thrust into you. With slow movements, he looks down at you, "does this feel good?" he asks for reassurance. You nod and he smiles, "Good, I want you to feel good."

And he was doing just that, the room light was dimmed, the bed sheets all warm and cosy for you. The way he kisses you, how tonight it's not about him but rather for you. His stare was filled with lust and need. It was about proving to you that he can be soft when it comes to this kind of intimacy. His hands holding your body, needing to have you close, skin to skin. "Vlad~….fuck..more..more" you moan as each moment passes.

A small knot is building inside of you, and your orgasm getting closer and closer. His fat cock spreads your greedy cunt, hitting the right spot which in return makes you moan like it's ecstasy. Your eyes shut and then you feel him pull out. You whimper, "Vlad…no…no please…more~" You try and pull him back in but he kneels, his fingers inside your cunt and he pulls them out to taste your sweetness.

His tongue licking your sensitive bud, you grip the sheets and let him build up your orgasm. You can contain it any longer by this point and he knows it, which is why he stops for a few moments and when he knows you are more calm, he begins to suck and tongue fuck you. "Oh you like that, don't you darling?" he chuckles as he feels you clench on him. Sensing you are close, he doesn't stop and this time as you get closer to the edge, he lets you fill his mouth with your sweet juices.

His moans and yours are now louder. You taste like drugs to him as he enjoys you, you grip his hair and push him further in. "Oh, does my baby love it?" he chuckles, his tongue flickering on your sensitive clit. "I can't– I'm so– so sensitive~" you cry to which he crawls to your lips and kisses you. "Taste yourself, my love," he whispers between kisses. Your eyes filled with tears now shutting as you feel his strong and much-needed kiss.

"Calm down, my love, enjoy this moment, enjoy the bliss," his words are so delicate and caring. Vladimir's hands are on your soft stomach, he kisses your shoulder and pulls you into a cuddle. Letting you ride your high.

A/N: I think I needed this more than any of you....

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Masterlist~

All of my work compiled in one place. Please like and reblog if you enjoy them, feedback is greatly appreciated. Requests are open!

(Updated 9/23/2024) 

(X) = coming soon

ItalianBach~

Fluff: 

You’re The Only Man I Want to Kiss

- Isaac and his girlfriend y/n react to Women Rank Men by Kissing

Smut:

Ménage à trois (Threesome w/ ArthurTv)

- Who knew fan fictions could cause so much pleasure?

Ménage à trois (Part 2)

- Having had a threesome the night before leads to an interesting and revealing podcast episode, leading their friends to question what truly happened?

ArthurTV~

Angst:

Unrequited Love Hurts Like A Bitch

- Being in love with your best friend sucks, especially when he doesn't feel the same way

Unrequited Love Hurts Like A Bitch (Part 2)

- Soulmates are two best friends who fell in love

Fluff: 

Being Stuck in an Elevator Never Looked so Good?

- Getting trapped in an elevator with your favorite YouTuber, was not what you had planned for today

Love At First Podcast

- Falling in love with you was easy

Smut:

"Women weaken legs"

- After your boyfriend Arthur was in boxing training camp and was forced to go 6-8 weeks without distractions and sex, he goes feral for his girlfriend when he gets out

Ménage à trois (Threesome w/ ItalianBach)

- Who knew fan fictions could cause so much pleasure?

Ménage à trois (Part 2)

- Having had a threesome the night before leads to an interesting and revealing podcast episode, leading their friends to question what truly happened?

The Two Arthur’s (with Arthur Hill)

- Virgin!Reader goes to her friends for comfort not expecting them to comfort her in such a way

George Clarkey~

Fluff: 

Musicians want to be the loud voice for so many quiet hearts - Reader is a famous singer and George follows her on tour and fans speculate they’re dating.

Wedding Day Bliss~ - George Clarke marries the love of his life

Dating Headcanons for George Clarke

I'll wear your name on my heart til I die

- The turmoils and happiness that comes with giving birth

Smut:

Tummy Obsessed Much? - George's favorite body part on his girlfriend is her stomach

Wedding Night Bliss~

- A fluffy smut of the events that transpired after your and George's wedding night.

It’s Good to Be Home

- could you do a clarkey version of homecoming?

A Night In

- A perfect night in with your boyfriend is very pleasurable

It's Been Way Too Long

- “I think I'd miss you even if we never met.”

Love and Hate Are Blurred Lines

- “How would it be.. if all my hate disappeared like my youth, if after all this time his very hatred of me turned out to be something gentle, some kind of love.”

Caught Red Handed

- Who knew taking a risk could lead to this much pleasure?

So Much Restraint

ChrisMD~

Angst:

We'll Never Last

- It hurts to be something, it's worse to be nothing with you

Fluff: 

Fate is in The Stars (PlusSize!Reader)

- A chance encounter at a concert leads to more than you expected

Drunk and Touchy

- Chris fluff where he's a bit tipsy and can't keep his hands off his girlfriend

I Didn't Know Punk Girls Blushed

- Golden retriever boy falls for punk grumpy girl

What If We Were More Than Friends?

- Falling in love as best friends was unexpected

Smut:

Arthur Hill~

Angst:

Brother's Flatmate

- George’s sister and Arthur can’t stand each other, right?!?

Fluff: 

Am I a Burden to You?

- Arthur’s been working a lot and y/n misses him, she brings this up and he gets angry and calls her ‘clingy’ before realising he messed up and makes it up to her (angst —> soft)

Piano Nights

- Y/N and Arthur meet at a musician's party, where she spots him and confidently pursues him. They sleep together, and they end up dating, leaving Arthur in awe and a massive simp.

Dating Headcanons for Arthur Hill

Smut:

“Sex is an Emotion in Motion”

- Arthur takes care of you after a rough night in the sheets

It’s painful, loving someone from afar.

- Y/N is on holiday with all of the boys and there’s tension between Arthur hill and her, and everyone can see it and they’re just waiting for something to happen. (Soft Smut)

Homecoming

- When Arthur returns from vacation, he misses his girlfriend greatly causing things to get freaky

The Two Arthur’s (with ArthurTv)

- Virgin!Reader goes to her friends for comfort not expecting them to comfort her in such a way

A Delightful Surprise

All~

Dating Headcanons

George Clarke

Arthur Hill

ArthurTV

ChrisMD (X)

ItalianBach (X)

Featuring more than 2 of the boys~

Poker Night Never Felt So Right

ArthurTv x Reader x George Clarke x Chrismd

A game of strip poker with your friends, goes a little further than anyone expected...

Said She Wanted Five Guys She Ain’t Talking about Burgers (X)

Reader x George, Arthur Hill, Chris, Isaac and ArthurTv

Y/n shares her sexual intentions with five YouTubers. She invites them to join her fantasy, setting no limits on their actions. The group eagerly agrees, indulging in a passionate sexual encounter as they explore Y/n's desires one by one.

A/n: Let me know if anyone would like to be added to a taglist for all imagines or certain people!

[strang3lov3]

Congratulations on 2K!!! You are amazing and you deserve all of the love!!!💜💜 I am so happy I found your account!

I have a joel request hehe😉

Reader is sleeping next to joel and she starts having a wet dream about him. He hears her and makes her dream come to life. ( basically any kind of somnophilia with Joel makes me feral)

love u bye

thank you non! love this idea. i really appreciate your support, i hope you enjoy this smutty little story

Sleeping Beauty

Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: soft dom! joel, smut, one bed!, oral f receiving, rough smut, unprotected piv, dubcon (somnophilia), very loosely proofread

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: my first kinda drabble for my 2k follower celebration! woohoo! if you have any requests, please feel free to send em! doing this all week to celebrate all of my lovely readers and supporters

dont forget to leave me a comment or reblog if you enjoyed! i love you all!

“Fuck, Joel,” you moan into the pillows. His head is between your thighs, devouring you with unmatched power and intensity. He’s taking his time with you, fucking you slowly with his mouth, watching you melt into a puddle as his tongue disappears further and further into your wet heat. 

“Taste so good f’me, sugar. So fuckin’ good,” he pulls away for a second to kiss his sweet praises into your thigh. You whine at the loss, grasping at his salt and pepper curls. You’re a mess beneath him, the hot skin of your thighs trembling and glimmering with a mixture of your juices. His sweat, your sweat. Your sweet arousal, his spit. 

“Please, don’t stop. Need you-need your tongue,”

“Impatient, are we?” he teases. “You take what I give you, baby.”

“Stop it,” Joel scolds you through a whisper-yell. He’s regretting his choice to share a bed with you. Your wiggling and rustling is relentless.

You, Joel, and Ellie all stopped in an abandoned motel to get some sleep. Most of the rooms were filled with rubble or water damage, except for two. Ellie had already claimed the single room, leaving you and Joel to share the other. It held two beds, both you and Joel each picking one. No problem, right?

Wrong. 

It was the dead of winter, and Ellie was freezing in her room. So she did what any asshole teenage menace would do, and stole your blanket. 

“Ellie!” you hissed. “Give that back!” 

“No. I’m cold,” 

“So what am I supposed to do, then?”

“Just snuggle Joel,” Ellie smirked as if she were concocting a diabolical plan and then watching it come to life. 

Your cheeks went bright red as Joel looked to you, then to Ellie. “Ellie,” he grumbled sternly. “Give it–”

“Have fun snuggling!” She chirped as she ran out the door and shut it behind her, your blanket in her hands. 

You shivered a bit, staring sadly at your measly sheet on the bed. There was no way in hell Joel would ever let you–

“Go on, get in,” he motioned towards the bed with an impatient and annoyed expression painting his features. “I ain’t snugglin’ ya.”

“Yeah, I’m not either,” you spoke through a yawn, trying to mask your excitedness. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wanted this. The sun was just about to set, the last sliver of orange daylight seeping in through the windows quickly disappearing. You situated yourself in the bed, Joel following suit. He was stiff as a board next to you, as far on his side of the bed as he could be without falling off the edge. 

You couldn’t get to sleep. Neither could he. In truth, you were both too cold to even get tired. You lay shivering, curling your freezing toes and fingers into yourself, tucking into a ball to conserve heat. 

He must have been cold too, because the next thing you knew, Joel wrapped his body around yours. His soft tummy pressed into your back, his strong arm wrapped around your torso and held you close. “Don’t tell Ellie,” he grumbled.

You fell asleep within minutes.  

Joel, on the other hand, did not. He laid next to you as you wiggled against him, your ass grinding on his cock as you tried to get closer and closer to his body’s warmth. His cock was growing harder with each wiggle of your hips. 

“God bless it, quit your squirmin’,” he hisses. “Movin’ too damn much.”

You make a noise, somewhere in between an exhale and a moan. You wiggle your hips again, wrapping your arms around his. 

He says your name, scolding you. But you don’t hear, you’re off in your own head dreaming your limbs intertwined with Joel’s, his tongue and fingers pulling whimpers and cries from your body.

“Joel,” you whisper, flipping over and pulling him close. You nuzzle your head into his neck and pull one of his legs between your thighs, unconsciously squeezing and grinding on him. 

“Hush,” he quiets you in annoyance. “You’re driving me up a fuckin’ wall, honey.”

Joel adjusts in your embrace, his thigh pressing into your pussy. “Just like that,” you gasp. 

“Huh?”

“Oh, Joel,” you breathe, your hot breath tickling his neck. You kiss and nip at his skin, pull him closer. “Need you, your tongue,” And then, 

Oh. 

Oh. 

You’re dreaming, he realizes. And not just dreaming, you’re grinding yourself on him, whispering his name, begging for his tongue. His cock is straining against his jeans, begging for release. 

He knows it’s wrong, he should wake you up. But the thought of tasting your sweet pussy…

“Please,” you beg. 

“I’ll take care of you sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he whispers as he unbuttons your pants and pulls them down in one swift motion, along with your panties. He situates himself between your legs and quickly stuffs your panties into his jacket pocket, before dipping one of his thick fingers into your dripping cunt. “Fuckin’ drippin’ for me, honey. Need my tongue, s’that right?”

You only mumble in response, your legs spreading wider for him. You grasp at his shoulders, his hair, anything to pull him where you need him most. 

Joel pulls you close to him, pressing sloppy wet kisses first to your thighs and then to your cunt. He dips his tongue between your lips, letting the sweet and musky taste of your slick cover his tongue.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, honey. Love this pussy,”

You whine softly, bucking your hips into his mouth as his tongue explores every inch of your velvet soft folds. He loves how you taste, how you unravel underneath him. The way you pull him closer, desperately chasing your high. Your soft whimpers and cries.

Joel looks up at you for a second, your brows are knit together and your closed eyes are fluttering. He pushes two thick fingers deep inside your hole, fingertips petting that spongy spot inside you. He wraps his lips around your swollen clit, tongue teasing the sensitive bud. You melt in his mouth, and in moments you’re coming on his tongue, your wetness flooding his mouth and dripping into his hand.

You awaken with your orgasm, your eyes widening when you realize Joel’s between your legs, kissing and nipping at your thighs, licking up the mess you’ve made in your slumber. You open your mouth in shock, Joel quickly covers it with his hand. You can smell your arousal on his fingers. 

“There she is, sleepin’ beauty,” he smirks proudly. “You know, all y’had to do was ask if you wanted me to make you come, honey.”

Your cheeks heat in embarrassment, you quickly try to shut your legs closed. Joel catches your movement and holds them open, his fingers digging into your thigh a little too painfully. 

“Joel,” you start, your voice small. You struggle against him, trying to hide your most intimate area. Not that it matters, Joel was already tongue deep inside you. 

“Don’t hide from me now, honey. I know you’ve been dreamin’ about me,”

You freeze, unsure of what to say, what to do. Maybe you’re still dreaming, you hope. 

“M’not tryna embarrass you, sweetheart. It’s natural,” he coos, his fingers walking up your thighs and just before your pussy, he’s playing with your tuft of curls. “Poor thing, s’that why I hear you cryin’ for me late at night? Been havin’ dirty dreams about me?” 

You whimper, nodding furiously. 

“What do ya dream about, sweet girl?”

You shift a little, his pointer finger tracing lazy circles into your clit. If you weren’t so worked up, you’d be humiliated by the situation. You should be humiliated. 

“You,” you whine. 

“Me how?”

You groan in irritation. “Fuck, your tongue. Your cock. All of you,” you whisper.

“Mhm. And what am I doin’ to you?”

“You, you kiss me. And you f-fuck me,” you admit. You’re bucking your hips into him, needing more than loose circles on your clit. 

“Makin’ me blush,” Joel teases you. It’s dark, but you can see the mischievous glint in his dark eyes. You feel him smirk against your quivering thighs. “I like that you’ve been thinkin’ about me like this. How long?”

You moan, unable to form words. Your chest is heaving up and down in anticipation, your heartbeat like thunder in your ears.  “Fuck, I dunno. Forever,”

“Forever?” Joel asks, his voice feigning sincerity. “That’s an awful long time. You think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Joel,” you exhale, swallowing thickly.

“Do you?”

“Every time,” you rasp. 

“Shoot, poor thing. Just need a real man to fuck you, don’t you? You don’t know what you’re doin’ with all this,” he pushes his fingers back inside you, punching his fingers up at a tantalizingly slow pace. “I can take care of you, fuck ya real nice. Just say the magic word.”

“God, yes. I need you, Joel,” you breathe, your voice hungry and desperate. You’re pushing your hips further into him, begging him to give you more. 

“Magic word, baby. Where are your manners?”

You’re growing increasingly frustrated, tears filling in your eyes and threatening to fall down your cheeks. 

“Say please,” he instructs you, stopping his motions inside of you. “Say ‘Please, Joel. Please fuck me’,”

“Please fuck me, Joel,” you repeat, loudly. You can’t take it anymore, you need him with every fiber of your being.

“Shh,” he hushes you. “Wasn’t so hard, hm?”

You shake your head no and he pulls back, pulling his cock out of his jeans. He flips you over on your tummy, shoves your chest down with his hand and pulls your ass up. Using one hand, he caresses the soft and wet skin of your pussy. With the other, his thumb, pointer, and middle fingers loosely holding his stiff member, he notches his tip in your leaking hole, then pushes into you unceremoniously. Hard and fast and hitting you deep inside, just how you’ve dreamed. The stretch hurts you, but you don’t care. You love it. 

“Fuck, thank you,” you cry. “Thank you, thank you!”

“Such a good girl for me, usin’ your manners. Gonna take real good care of this pussy for ya,” Joel promises you. He’s hovering above you, hiking your shirt up your chest to pinch and twist at your hardened nipples. You gasp at his touch, arching your back into him. 

You’re at a loss for words, in disbelief this is even happening. Your heart jumped at the idea of snuggling Joel just hours ago, and now he’s behind you, inside of you, fucking you like you always fantasized.

The bed squeaks and creaks with every powerful thrust he delivers you. He’s so raw, radiating power and pure sex above you. 

“Fuck, you needed this, know you did,” he whispers. “You love this cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Joel. S’perfect, you’re perfect,” You love the way he’s fucking you, how deep and hard he thrusts into you. You wish you could see him, his face contorted in pleasure, furrowed brow. 

He’s grunting behind you, letting out a moan every so often. He inhales through his teeth, you feel his balls slapping against your pussy. A deliciously sinful feeling.

You’re a mess. A complete and utter mess. Hair tangled, back arched. Whimpers and cries falling off of your tongue. Joel loves you like this, you’re his. All his. 

“You think about coming on this cock? Hm?” he asks you through exhales. When you don’t answer, he slaps your ass lightly. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, please. Need to come, need you,”

“Keep makin’ those pretty noises for me,” he commands. “Wanna hear you cryin’ for me, just like you always do.”

“Please, please, need you to make me come, need to come,” you’re frantic, chasing your high. 

“Say my name, darlin’. Ask me nice,” You wonder how Joel can stay so composed, so demanding. Your head is nothing but fog, but it seems he’s calculated every last detail about tonight. You’re his, you’re going to do what he wants, how he wants. “Come on now.”

“Please make me come, Joel. Please,” 

“There’s my girl. So fuckin’ good to me, honey,” Joel wraps an arm around you, fingers quickly finding your clit. A few tight circles is all it takes before you’re whimpering, quivering, crying out in ecstasy. Joel forces you up, your back pressing into his firm torso. With one hand between your thighs, he covers your mouth with the other to muffle your filthy noises. 

Joel fucks you for a few moments longer, his thrusts are sloppy and feverish. With one, two, three deep and hard movements, he spills into you. His moans are choked and his voice gravelly as he paints your insides with ropes and ropes of his hot seed. He pulls out of you quickly, dragging you down with him on the bed. 

Both of you panting, he hovers over you to kiss your forehead, then your cheeks, the tip of your nose and your chin, then finally, your lips. 

“What was that for?” you ask. His kisses are so tender, a stark juxtaposition to the way he just mercilessly fucked you. 

“Said you dream of kissin’ me,” he mumbles plainly, like the answer is oh so obvious. He pulls you into his embrace, still trying to catch his breath. 

“Oh,” is all you mumble. Your head is spinning, still trying to process tonight’s events. 

“Sweet dreams, sleepin’ beauty. Wake me up if you need anything,” he whispers, giving you one last kiss on your cheek. “Anything.” he reiterates, pinching your ass. You smirk to yourself, you know what he means.

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[coldherxriah]

Mwahaha, the requests are open? The perfect time to request a Geshu Lin x kidnapped reader rescue fic, I'm a huge fan of fluff and angst, and I've been a die hard Geshu Lin fan ever since I first saw him in the story, if you could write an angst/fluff story where the pregnant female reader gets kidnapped by the Exiled's/Tacet Discords and Geshu Lin goes to rescue them that would make my whole year, so far there's been a lot of smut/romance related stories involving Geshu Lin, but I haven't found any good angst stories. I think it would be pretty neat to see Geshu Lin raise hell, because we know for a fact that he would set the battle field ablaze and tear down anything that got in the way of rescuing his lover. It would be neat if the reader got critically injured before Geshu Lin could rescue them, because seeing a more vulnerable/concerned side of Geshu Lin would make the story that much better. I have a headcanon that Geshu Lin is the type to go feral/get really possesive when his lover is wounded/deeply upset. You definitely don't want to be the one at the receiving end of his broadsword.

Another Geshu Lin fan, welcome aboard! Haha, I've noticed there's little angst for this man.

I'm writing a one-shot about Jiyan and have another pending angst one about Geshu Lin, but after i publish the one about Jiyan, i'll write for you request. I'm not sure if i can write about a pregnant reader; it's uncomfortable for me to describe those kinds of situations but i'll try.

I'm a firm believer that if this man falls in love, he would fall much harder and be very possessive.

[forgeofthenine]

Hiii can I request the tieflings (zevlor, dammon and rolan) with a significant other who likes to get spanked and is generally into bdsm?

You absolutely can request some BDSM headcanons! I love getting to write a bit of spice for these guys, hope you all enjoy too :)

TW: NSFW under cut, impact play, orgasm denial, overstimulation, bondage, mentions of degradation

The bachelors with a partner that likes BDSM

Dammon

So, we all know by now that Dammon is absolutely no stranger to kinks like BDSM

However, I do think you might have to be the one to float the idea with him first, he's a bit worried about scaring you off

Once you bring it up though, you've unleashed a beast

Out of the three, Dammon is the one most into bondage

He's more than happy to use ropes or silk to tie you to his bedposts, or to tie you up in shibari style bondage

This man is good with his hands, he'd do so many pretty and decorative designs so he can admire them while fucking you

"So pretty, all for me."

In regards to impact play, he's more than ready to spank you

I feel like he'd enjoy swatting at your ass in passing, it's one of the ways you know he's a bit pent up

And in terms of other impact play, let's just say you guys don't need whips or canes when he's already got his tail-

Dammon would also definitely be into a little roleplay

You pretending to be a customer that's a bit short on change, but it's okay because there's something else Dammon will take as payment

Zevlor

Zevlor is the one that needs the most reassurance, he's initially scared that he'll hurt you (despite that being kind of the point)

Ease him into BDSM and soon you'll have reawakened a kink he forgot he had

I feel like he'd really enjoy some temperature play, hot wax in particular

Having you lying down on your stomach as he watches the way you shift and moan with every bit of wax that's dripped onto you

Wax play works him up so much he can't help but grind against you as he drips it down your skin

Zevlor can absolutely be convinced to spank you too

Once he gets comfortable with the idea he'd definitely bend you over his knee and give you exactly what you want

Over time he regains a lot of his confidence and it shows with every strike against your ass

Zevlor will use his tail to hold you still or pull you back into position if you squirm too much, a low murmur leaving him telling you to "be good and stay still"

Call him Commander in bed

It's the easiest way to have him fuck you into the mattress, he'll go near feral as soon as you break out his former title

Rolan

Quite honestly jumps at the chance to experiment with you

You'll find very soon that his preference for bending you over also gives him ample opportunity to spank you

He takes the chance every time too, he's not satisfied until he knows you'll have trouble sitting the next day

If you're okay with it Rolan will be the most likely to bring degradation into his dirty talk

We all know he's good with words, he walks the line between praise and degradation very well, and he loves reducing you to a mess with only words and hands

Please roleplay as a bratty student/apprentice

Rolan is more than happy to put you in your place right there in his office, with you bent over his desk

Also the type to deny you your orgasm until you beg him enough

Once you do beg, well, he's going to let you cum... and then make you do it again and again until you beg to stop

"Now now darling, you were just begging me for this, be good and take it."

Just wait until Rolan does all of these in the same session and makes you feel like you've just seen god

[kleoyeager78]

Can i request a kento nanami one shot where kentos a cold ceo who had a assistant who is very cute and kind but has a secret praising kink and kento figure out so yk stuff happen 🤭😻

High standards | Nanami x reader

Tw: smut

“I SAID HAVE THOSE PAPERS READY BY NINE IF THEY ARENT YOU CAN START LOOKING FOR A NEW JOB” Nanami yelled at one of his employees before slamming his office door and walking over to his desk.

Just as he was about to put his head down because the way nothing was going according to his plans today had his stress levels so high he heard a knock at the door making him groan, “come in”

“Shachou, I have those papers you asked for an hour ago! They are completed” you handed them to him and he looked over them with a little smile,

“You’re the reason my standards for this office are so high y'know” he looked up at you with a small grin, “No one works as hard as you y/n -San and it’s pissing me off” he lets out a little laugh, but it’s dry. Like nothing is funny to him at all and that he’s quite agitated,

“I do my best sir and will continue to do so for as long as I work here! If you need anything else please let me know and it’ll be done in a timely manner” you looked at him trying not to show how his earlier words had you flustered, you loved when he let you know how good your work was, it did something to you both physically and mentally,

“You’re such a good girl” he closed his eyes and leaned his head back looking up at the ceiling, “Will you make sure that everyone finishes on time? I need to take a long break” you saw that ge was undoing his tie while saying all this and that only made you want to go feral, he looked so hot doing almost nothing.

“Yes sir I’m on it!” You walked out his office and began to get everyone in line. For the most part you helped people but for the other part you just did the work because you didn’t like how some of them worked and you knew Nanami wouldn’t either.

At the end of the day when everyone has went home you still had a load of paperwork to do so you sat in your office and did it not even noticing everyone had left because you were so immersed in the work.

Your door knob twisted and in came Nanami looking at you with confusion, “why are you here so late?” He asked making you finally look up,

“It’s only six I’ll leave in about another hour sir! I’ll be sure to lock up as well” you sent him a smile before getting back to work,

“Y/n it’s eight” Nanami looked at his watch and then you,

“Crap I have less time than I thought” you mumbled to yourself and started working faster,

You didn’t notice Nanami had come behind you until he spoke, “the fact you’re rushing yet your work remains flawless” he praised making you flustered,

Your legs instinctively rubbed together and you had to forcefully stop them, “Thank you sir” you tried really hard to tame yourself but at this point you were sure he knew what he was doing to you because he stayed closed to you not saying anything and of course he could’ve just been observing your work but only a fool wouldn’t be able to see the affects this man had on your body and you knew for a fact Nanami was no fool,

You could feel his steamy breath on your neck as he spoke, “Are you hungry?” He gently spoke into your ear,

“Are you sir?” You asked a bit nervously,

“Very” he continued to speak gently into your ear,

“I can go get you food after I’m finished with this paper it’ll only take a minute. Did you have in mind something you wanted to eat?” You asked rushing to finish your work.

“You” he said with no hesitation. After saying that he straightened his back and put each one his arms on the side of your desk while standing behind your chair basically trapping you in between him.

“Sha-“ you started to speak but he quickly cut you off,

“You didn’t think your flustered faces and body language went unnoticed by me did you?”

You tried to stand up and he noticed this so he moved out your way and rolled your chair out of his way. You looked at him with shock all over your face, “Sir I-I” he cut you off with a kiss that you didn’t deny,

“Call me kento.” He said cupping your thighs and placing you on the desk. He spread your legs so that he could be in the middle of them, he place his hand on the back of your neck and pushed you into another kiss it’s not like it was hard for him to do so though, you barely could keep up with what was happening but you sure didn’t mind Nanami touching your body.

Nanami started to move down to your neck and you tilted your head back to give him more access,

As he sucked on your neck he couldn’t help but admire the moans that left your mouth, he couldn’t help but move faster so that he could get to the more sensitive parts of your body to hear them more.

He began to unbuckle your shirt and you helped him. As soon as he got it off he was unclasping your bra and showing your boobs some affection too,

You tried your best to keep down your moans but Nanami didn’t appreciate that, it didn’t take him long for him to take off your skirt and panties and have your bare ass bent over the desk,

He unbuckled his belt and took off his pants and boxers “Be a good girl and don’t hold back those pretty moans” was the only thing he said before entering you from behind,

He didn’t even let you adjust to him before he started pounding your pussy with no mercy, he loved the wet sounds your pussy made as he pounded into you but most of all he enjoyed the sounds that left your mouth,

You were moaning so loud. He was glad the only people in the building were the custodians,

“I can’t-“ you moan, not even being able to finish your sentence. Your eyes were in the back of your head at this point,

You suddenly squirted on Nanami and couldn’t keep yourself up so he put his hands on your waist and his thrust only got rougher,

Then you felt it.

Your legs began to shake and you creamed on his cock.

This made him speed up only making your legs shake more violently and also caused you to moan and cry from the pressure,

After just a couple of minutes he exited your pussy and just as you thought he was done and was just going to nut on your back you felt him put just the tip of cock in your ass and he fucked it until his cum was leaking out of him and into it. Some of it dripping down to your pussy causing him to fuck it in there.

By the end you could barely walk or speak, your throat hurt so bad from moaning.

Kento took you to get something to eat and then took you home, he noticed that you couldn’t physically do anything after what happened in the office so he ended up crashing at your place,

He made sure that you were not only feed but clean and that was enough for him to call it a night,

A/n ~ I completely forgot how to write smut I’m so sorry yall I wish I could’ve done better on this one

[wolken-himmel]

In which Esme sneaks into NRC grounds to gift (Y/n) a flower bouquet.

Such a simple thing proves to be nearly impossible because the prefect's friends are determined to stop him at any cost.

Requested by @maruichio.

"(Y/n), oh (Y/n)! The sunshine of my life, will you humbly accept this bouquet of roses?"

A goofy smile graced Esme's lips, and there was a certain joyous swing to his walk. Yet, his left hand held onto the bouquet of roses with such care that he almost felt paranoid about carrying it around. He should have been feeling paranoid — he was walking on Night Raven College grounds right now!

From his previous visits, he knew that the students here weren't the most welcoming kind — especially after what happened at the VDC. However, that didn't deter him from risking everything to bring you a bouquet of flowers.

"Is this too much, Djali?" he asked and turned to the goat trotting beside him. "I mean, walking all this way just to give (Y/n) some flowers?"

The goat let out an affirmative bleat.

Esme let out a little huff while gently cradling the bouquet close to his chest. "Fine, I'll tone it down a little bit. Perhaps I should drop the speech. Even Neige said that I'm being kind of corny," he grumbled under his breath and rolled his eyes.

It was then that he reached a courtyard that he had to pass through. After making sure the coast was clear, he carefully set a foot out into the open — only to be swarmed by a group of students out of nowhere. It seemed like they had been trailing him for his entire stay, only having waited for a good place to ambush him.

Esme slowly raised his hands into the air, a sheepish yet charming grin on his lips. The ambushers made no attempt to detain him, leaving a safe distance to him. Esme's gaze trailed across their faces in curiosity — and, to his surprise, he recognised all of them! Some from the VDC, others purely from being your friends.

"Fiend of Night Raven College!" Epel shrieked at the top of his lungs. He already had his fists raised apprehensively, and if it weren't for Rook holding him back, he would have jumped onto Esme like a tiny yet feral beast already.

"What is a Royal Sword Academy student doing here on campus?" Ace asked and furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously. "Are you trying to infiltrate us? See how to upstage us next?"

"Guys, calm down. Che'nya is also from RSA, isn't he? Not all their students are bad..." Deuce trailed off sheepishly, for which everyone shot him an annoyed glare. He, however, stood strong and remained as the only physical barricade between Esme and the other students.

Grim had his paws on his hips, and his tail swished around behind him angrily. "This one is especially bad, though..." he hissed, narrowing his eyes at the brunet accusingly. "He's trying to woo (Y/n)."

A round of infuriated gasps went through the group of NRC students, followed by another round of furious whispers and hisses.

Jack merely let out a frustrated sigh upon realising how worked up his friends had become. "You think that he's trying to take the prefect away from us? I doubt it." However, his fellow schoolmates ignored him and continued fuelling each other's anger.

At the sight of the very restless student crowd by now, Esme grew restless and fidgety. His fingers drummed against the base of the bouquet in an attempt to calm his nerves — but when the shouting became too loud, he saw himself forced to intervene. "All of this is merely a misunderstanding, my friends. I wish you no harm..." he chimed, his green eyes sparkling innocently. "Now, if you would be so kind and let me pass..." Sadly, his attempt of escaping was hindered by someone grabbing his hand that held the flowers.

A startled look to his left revealed Rook, who wore an ecstatic expression on his face. After having inhaled the lovely scent of the fresh flowers, the blond removed his grasp and took several steps backwards. "Oh, what a magnificent arrangement of flowers!" Rook exclaimed giddily, all the while gesturing to the bouquet. "Roses of all sorts of colours, how lovely. Red roses symbolise love and admiration, purple ones symbolise infatuation and passion... What beautiful messages you try to convey, mon ami."

His monologue seemed to have worsened the mood.

"Flowers?" Grim shrieked at the top of his lungs. "So he's serious about the whole seducing my henchhuman thing!"

"Right?" Ace grumbles under his breath. "He's trying to take the prefect away from us, for real!"

The entire crowd's yelling died down, however, when an ominous presence waded through the middle. It was none other than Leona, whose ears were laid flat onto his head in fury. He let his sharp eyes wander across the crowd, trying to find the one responsible for it. "Oi, what's this whole ruckus about?" the lion beastman hissed at the crowd. "You better have a good reason to wake me up so rudely from my nap..."

Behind him, an excited Ruggie was busy rubbing his hands together in delight. "Oh, this ought to be good... Man, I should have brought some popcorn!"

The brief distraction was Esme's only chance to bolt, and he knew that. Without hesitating, he clutched the bouquet close to his chest and dared a few careful steps backwards. Then, when he noticed that the others were still distracted, he broke out into a full-blown sprint.

"Djali, it's time to run!" he yelled at his goat.

The goat promptly scrambled off after him, following him down the corridor through which he had decided to flee.

"Get him!" the angry crowd roared and pushed past Leona to apprehend the intruder.

Esme had always been swift on his feet, as quick as lightning and as nimble as a monkey. Years of living alone on the streets had taught him one or two valuable lessons. He cut corners expertly and jumped over all sorts of obstacles without breaking a sweat. However, the frail bouquet in his hands was what worried him the most... But he hadn't walked all this way, just to hand you nothing! Throwing away the flowers was no option, even if they slowed him down significantly.

As Esme darted past a vending machine, he accidentally bumped into Idia, who let out a whimper. A gasp of realisation escaped the Ignihyde dormleader's blue lips once he realised who the culprit had been. He watched after the escapee with large eyes. "Eek! I've never seen a Royal Sword Academy student in real life before!" Mere seconds later, the angry mob of students passed by him. A giddy smile decorated Idia's lips as he rushed back to his dorm. "Ortho won't believe me!"

The mob was closing in on Esme, and his head start was about to be obsolete. Just as all hope was lost, he spotted a door that led to the restrooms. Increasing his pace for the last few metres, he basically sprinted over to the door and threw himself inside — just in time. As he had his back pressed against the door from inside the restrooms, he could listen to the crowd rushing past him outside.

His breathing still heavy, he nonetheless felt the sweet feeling of relief rush over him.

"What do we have here?"

Esme's eyes snapped open in surprise, and he soon found a tall, blond student leaning against one of the basins. It took him an embarrassingly long time to recognise him. It was none other than Vil who stood in front of him, now suspiciously eyeing him from top to bottom.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, I—" Esme stammered out.

"I recognise you from the VDC... and your blazer— you're with the Royal Sword Academy, aren't you?" Vil quirked an eyebrow and stepped closer. "What kind of business would you have here at Night Raven College?"

"It's a private matter, sir!" Esme was soon back to being himself, now shooting the blond a sly smile before stepping out of the restrooms. "I'll leave you be, now! Ta-ta!"

Once Esme had made it outside, he was immediately spotted by the angry mob. "There he is!" They stood by the other end of the corridor, far away from him by now.

When Vil had hurried out of the restrooms, he was faced with the angry mob rushing past him. There was no trace of Esme anymore. "I can't believe this..." Vil muttered under his breath, massaging his temples in frustration.

Esme, with newfound stamina, zoomed through corridors and courtyards again. The crowd, slowly but surely, was catching up to him again. Just as he had ran out of breath, a hand out of nowhere pulled him behind a pair of curtains. Though his vision was still blurry from the sudden gesture, Esme soon found himself in a small alcove with two other people — he recognised them from the VDC, as well.

"Come here!" Kalim chimed and patted the brunet's shoulder. "You'll be safe with us."

"What— you're trying to help me?" Esme furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief, wondering if this was some sort of trap.

"Yes," Jamil grumbled, "I don't get why we're helping him, either..."

"Hey, it's not right that the others are chasing you around! You're here to see the prefect, aren't you? I see no harm in that."

The twinkle of kindness in Kalim's eyes was somehow enough to assure Esme of his genuineness. Years of living on the streets had taught him how to read people and given him a gut feeling that was almost always right when it came to trusting others.

A grateful smile decorated Esme's lips. "Oh well, thank you. It's unexpected to find help here as a Royal Sword Academy student."

"Don't worry about it!" Then, Kalim's eyes fell on the bouquet of flowers that didn't look as fresh as they had been when the chase had started. He furrowed his eyebrows before eagerly offering, "But oh, your flowers look sad and weak... Would they like some water? I could provide some!"

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While Esme was busy being chased around by the angry mob of students, his familiar Djali had also been busy evading the apprehensive hands of the smaller crowd of students chasing him. It was a strange thing, but the goat soon found himself being carried into the Mostro Lounge like a costly treasure, no longer on the run.

"Look, Azul! I found this strange animal," Floyd chimed as he lowered the goat onto one of the many tables. "Such a cute animal, no? I love land animals!"

Jade furrowed his eyebrows. "That's a goat, Floyd..."

Azul looked just as confused as his vice dorm leader. "A... goat? Where did you find it?" he stuttered out while watching Floyd pull the animal into his arms again.

"Some students were chasing it around! The poor little animal." Floyd clicked his tongue in frustration, only to brighten up when Djali bleated happily and licked his face. "But don't worry, little goat... I'll look out for you! Nobody will ever dare to chase you around again." A fit of snickers escaped the eel's lips, and he continued to cradle the goat like a child.

"I didn't know Floyd liked animals this much," Azul muttered, flabbergasted.

Jade was merely smiling. "Well, he is full of surprises."

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While Djali had found an unlikely friend at the Mostro Lounge, Esme was closer to his destination than ever. With Kalim's help and directions, he had managed to safely evade the people chasing him — and in the distance, he could already see the leafless trees that decorated the front yard of the Ramshackle mansion. His tired feet quickened their pace, and a flash of determination inhibited his green eyes.

"Almost there..." he muttered to himself, smiling.

Just as Esme had set sight on the gate that would allow him entry to your home, he spotted another group of students waiting there to confront him. A string of frustrated curses escaped his lips, especially so upon recognising the four students as the powerful Malleus and his three retainers.

"This is the one, Master Malleus! The enemy!"

"Calm down, Sebek... It's just a student from Royal Sword Academy..." Silver mumbled and rolled his eyes. "You don't have to be so hostile."

A scream escaped Esme when, suddenly, someone was prodding at his blazer and the emblems stitched onto it. Whipping his head around, he found none other than Lilia inspecting his clothes with a large smile. "Oh— I love your blazers! And sashes, oh my... so festive," the fae mumbled under his breath, a longing sigh escaping his lips. "Our school uniforms are always so dreary..." As suddenly as he had appeared, Lilia was gone again — back by the side of Malleus.

The dragon fae looked anything but amused as he glared at the RSA student. "So it is you that wants to harm the child of man that lives in these ruins?"

"I don't want to harm (Y/n)—"

"You have brought these flowers to poison the child of man!" Malleus interrupted him and pointed at the bouquet angrily. "How dare you!"

Lilia suddenly broke out into laughter. "I don't think so, Malleus. Unless the prefect is allergic to pollen, the flowers are pretty harmless."

Nonetheless, Malleus continued to stand in front of the gate, his soles firmly planted into the cobblestone. "I shall not let you pass!" he exclaimed and raised his hands defensively.

An exasperated sigh escaped Esme's lips while he fumbled with something on the inside of his blazer. "Well, you leave me no other choice..." he muttered after a while and removed his hand — to reveal a pink, round ball. He threw the missile at the ground. Upon collision, the ball dissipated into thick, pink fog that allowed him to slip away without further issues—

Well, Malleus threw a few blasts of fire into the mist, just to be sure. However, when the fog had cleared up again, Esme was nowhere to be seen.

The four Diasomnia students were left behind to discuss his sudden disappearance amongst themselves, not having realised that the intruder now stood at the back door to the run-down mansion.

"(Y/n), let me in!" Esme hissed and banged his fists against the door in panic. "Let me in!"

At once, the pitter-patter of footsteps reached his ears, a sound that drew a relieved sigh from his lips. "I'm coming!" you yelled, rushing over to the door in the back. Upon having twisted the door knob and pulled the door open, you were greeted with a familiar sheepishly smiling brunet. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern, remaining frozen where you stood. "Esme? What are you doing here? And why do you look like you've been through hell and back?"

A little chuckle escaped his lips, and he used his free hand to at least try and put his hair back into order again. His pink headband looked like it would slip down any moment now, and the ends were even singed. But, even though his blazer was torn and dirtied in some parts, he couldn't bring himself to care, now that you stood in front of him.

The bouquet, the true reason why he now stood in front of you, remained hidden behind his back. Like a giddy child, he grinned at you eagerly. "It's a long story... All that matters is that I have a present for you! Here, take this bouquet of flowers—" Thus, he pulled the bouquet out from behind his back — only to find the flowers in a horrible condition. Some had been burnt to a crisp, others had already lost all their petals on the way. A disheartened frown appeared on his face as he lowered the bouquet again. "Oh no... the poor flowers are destroyed... I'm so sorry."

For a while, you couldn't do anything but stare at the wilted flowers in surprise. His heart thumped wildly in his ribcage, especially so when you wouldn't voice your thoughts.

But, when you broke out into squeals of happiness, a wave of relief crashed over him. In one smooth motion, you had pulled him into your arms. "Esme, Thank you! Don't worry about the bouquet," you mumbled into his shoulder. When you pulled away again, you were smiling from ear to ear. "It's the gesture that counts. And look, this brave flower survived..."

Carefully, you plucked the only remaining rose out of the bouquet — it was a red one, vibrant and healthy.

His wonky smile turned into a proud grin. "Huh, at least I have one flower to gift you, I guess."

You shyly twirled the stem of the thornless rose in between your fingers. "Thank you, Esme. I appreciate the gesture of having invaded enemy territory to see me," you muttered, still flabbergasted and impressed.

Esme put on the charming grin he was known for. "Of course! Like you said, I would go through hell and back, just to see you."

[seokgyuu]

idk what the other heathens (affectionate) have asked for but i just think it’s neat how serious and cute seokmin gets when he’s kissing you. like he holds your face as he’s kissing you deep and slowly and he’ll mumble in between each one about how he loves you and he’d constantly have eye contact and look between your lips and eyes and i just… really wanna make out with him

- nova (it’s not really a request BUT FOOD FOR THOUGHT hehe)

a/n: well hello there nova <3 this turned out a bit different than what you asked for, but i hope its still fine!! literally just went with the flow of making out with seokmin.. hehe. kinda liked the idea of him being a loser that just happens to be an absolute ace when it comes to making out *giggles*. let me know what you think!

TITLE: sweet, sweeter, seokmin's kisses

PAIRING: Seokmin(DK) x Fem!Reader

GENRE: frat au (just mentioned that they are in a frat lmao)

WARNINGS: mentions of drinking alcohol, loads of kissing, it is suggestive but no smut, still MDNI!

WORDCOUNT: 1.4k

TAGS: @honeykyeom, @onlyseokmins, @playmetheclassics, @the-boy-meets-evil, @dkakapizzaboy my fellow dk ferals <3

Playing Truth or Dare was so Middle School. Not that that stopped anyone from playing it at Jihoon’s birthday party. 

You were seated cross legged next to Chan, a beer in your hand that surely had reached room temperature by now. Wonwoo was the one doing a dare for fifteen minutes, still counting. He had been dared to call his first girlfriend and tell her he wanted her back (which was absolutely infuriating and manipulative and horrible, but you were surrounded by a bunch of frat dudes who didn’t know boundaries) and she still hadn’t picked up. Why he kept on trying, you didn’t know. Perhaps he really wanted her back.

“Just leave a message, what the fuck,” you finally breathed out, face in a frown and the circle of dudes all turned to look at you. God damnit, why did their frat have to be the most unpopular on campus and why were you the only one feeling enough pity for them to actually come to their lame ass parties? 

“But then we won’t get to see her reaction!” Soonyoung protested, but you groaned and shook your head at him.

“Okay, and? I’m pretty positive she’ll call him back once she sees the thirty missed calls, Soon.” 

To that, none of them had a response. Soonyoung exchanged looks with Wonwoo and Seokmin, and finally decided to give in. Sighing in relief, you relaxed against the couch behind you, watching Wonwoo spin the bottle this time. It spun for a good thirteen seconds before it stopped - pointing at Seokmin. He, as confident as always, with a huge grin on his face said: “Dare!”

Maybe you should have seen it coming. The round had been going on for way too long for no one to be dared to kiss you - the only girl at this joke of a party. The thing was, Seokmin wasn’t ugly. More so the opposite. He could have been a campus heartthrob if only he hadn’t decided to join this fraternity. SVT was a sad example of how frats can become unpopular when they get led by the wrong people. And while Seungcheol, the leader since this semester, tried his very best to get their reputation up - it hadn’t worked just yet. So, yeah, Seokmin was handsome and buff and hot and all that. But he was Seokmin. He was silly and goofy and laughed a little too loud and always tried to cheer everyone up even when no one wanted him to. Thinking about it now, it did sound kind of nice of him. Still. Did you want to kiss him? Not really.

“I dare you to kiss Y/N! But not just a peck, like full on kiss kiss her!” Wonwoo grinned and your mouth dropped open.

“What the fuck is kiss kiss supposed to mean?!” You asked, and Wonwoo shrugged

“You’ll figure it out!”

Taking a deep breath, trying your hardest not to once again yell at the man with the round glasses on top of his nose, you finally looked at Seokmin, who’s eyes seemed to be just as wide as humanly possible. 

“D-Do you mind?” He stuttered out and because you weren’t a buzz kill, you shook your head and put your cup down, uncrossing your leg and instead crouching over to him. 

“Just kiss me and shut up,” you mumbled and Seokmin visibly swallowed, his eyes gazing from your eyes to your lips and then, finally, he leaned forward, pressing his mouth against yours. 

At first, you were confused. Because why the hell did his lips feel so soft? Never in your two years of knowing this man had you seen him use chapstick. Seokmin kissed the way he smiled. Warm. And sweet. And somehow better than anyone you had ever kissed. Almost automatically, your eyes fell shut and your hands landed on his cheeks as you slowly sat up, taking him with you. He kissed you deeper then, his hands on the small of your back and when he parted your lips with his own and let his tongue slide into your heat, you almost felt like moaning. It wasn’t necessarily because you were turned on but because he was just so good at this. 

“Okay, okay! Damn, get a room!” Chan had thrown his empty solo cup at your head and you had, with a strange sense of sadness in your heart, separated from Seokmin. Or at least your lips separated because your hands were still on his cheeks and his were still on your back. For a few seconds you just stared at each other, blinking away and then you were back on your place on the floor, head buzzing and heart thumping. 

What had just happened? Seokmin’s taste still lingered on your lips, on your tongue. It left you breathless, left your stomach doing flips over and over again and your brain yelling at you to kiss him again because, fuck, how long had it been since you’ve kissed someone and liked it? While the game continued, Seokmin now asking Chan a question after the youngest hast picker Truth over Dare. You allowed your eyes to flicker to Seokmin, seeing the red on his cheek and the way his lips were wet and- 

“Seokmin, I think you wanted to show me something in your room earlier.” 

The words left your mouth before your brain caught up. Chan, who had been in the middle of answering the question you hadn’t even heard, and everyone else in the circle, stared at you. God, you hoped Seokmin got the hint. If he didn’t, this could end up extremely awkward.

Seokmin was also looking at you, eyes back to being big and round and his mouth was hanging open slightly as he seemed to wreck his brain as to when he had said that. But when he saw the look in your eyes, saw the silent pleads, it clicked. His cheeks got even redder.

“O-Oh, yes! Yes, I did. Uhh, I think now is as good as ever to show you! S-sorry guys!”

It was safe to say none of the guys were mad once they caught on what was actually happening (it took them a good five minutes to count one and one together).

You were on top of Seokmin, straddling him, and your arms were locked around his neck while his rested on your back, his lips moving against yours so perfectly it felt like they were two puzzzle pieces designed to fit together. Kissing him was like tasting cotton candy for the first time, like going for a swim on an especially hot summer day. It felt right in all the ways a kiss could. You didn’t even care about the lack of him trying to touch you anywhere else than your back, just happy to feel his lips on yours and to have his tongue occasionally bump against yours. This wasn’t about initiating sex, no, this was something more and still less. Your fingers stroked the back of his head, felt the soft locks and when he giggled against your lips you almost melted. 

“I’m ticklish”, he explained then, the red back on his cheeks and you just nodded, kissing him again, hands moving to his face.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you mumbled, pressing your lips together. He wrapped his arms around you fully now, hands on your shoulder, and you felt the safest you ever had in anyone’s arms. This was crazy. This was Seokmin. He wasn’t supposed to make you feel this way. You shoved the thought away. It didn’t matter that he was in a bitchless fraternity. From now on you could be his bitch. 

Suddenly, you felt hin smile against your lips and you parted from him even though you didn’t actually want to.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, kissing his cheek. Seokmin chuckled.

“I kind of wanted to kiss you since freshman year.”

“For real?!” Your eyes widened. He nodded.

“Yeah. But when I entered SVT I kind of figured it probably wouldn’t happen.”

“Guess you figured wrong.” The smile on your lips was sincere and you let your hands rest on the sides of his face again. Seokmin smiled warmly, just like he always did.

“I guess so.”

And then he kissed you again, and whenever he stopped to giggle because you tickled him, you could feel yourself fall harder and harder into a Seokmin shaped hole you kind of felt like you couldn’t ever escape again. 

[cherryxblossxms]

Hear me out, professor Nanami but reader isn't attending any of his classes. He'd simply seen her on the campus, doesn't know her name, what she is studying, literally nothing and yet he's been having wet dreams and jerking of replaying those few times he'd seen her. He is desperate to corrupt her. You can add if they met or not or if anything happened between them or not but, if I came across professor Nanami I'd climb him like a koala bear and never let go

Oooh yes professor Nanami is always a yummy idea (I'm not doing any fic requests but I'm always happy to add to the thirst 💙 sorry anon). I'm not usually intrigued by corruption but I do go feral for Nanami

[Tw corruption or perhaps power play/power imbalance???? Idk, it gets filthy. She/her pronouns used. Ask to tag]

I can see it where he runs into reader at the campus coffee shop the very first time, she's laughing with her friends/classmates. She's talking about her classes, how she has a report to finish, how she can't wait for the semester to end. But he stopped listening long ago, simply enamored with watching and hearing her speak. He knows he's staring, bordering creepy, and has to tear his eyes away. But something about her just plagues his mind.

He hadn't seen her on campus before, she's not in his classes. Couldn't tell you what year she was in or what she was studying, admittedly he didn't catch what exactly her report was on. But after that first encounter, he keeps spotting her on campus here and there, like some kind of ghost haunting his mind. The longer he thinks and sees of her, the more he's obsessed.

Was she a good student, he wondered? Or maybe she needed some... discipline, to help her along? He'd be happy to help raise her grades, if she asked oh so nicely. On a Friday, the freedom of the weekend highly anticipated, he spotted her in a sinful little sundress, lips painted with a gorgeous cherry lipgloss, and for that entire weekend, all he could think of was having those same lips wrapped around his cock as he fucked his fist and milked his balls dry. He'd be willing to award some extra credit for that.

He briefly wondered if she was seeing anyone on campus, but that didn't really matter. None of those immature college boys had the experience that he had, could fuck her as thoroughly as he could. Or maybe she was even innocent, barely experienced. How he'd love to show her all that he knew, show her that sweet sensitive spot deep inside that her fingers can't quite reach, the noises she could make when she came on his tongue, or the way her toes would curl as he brought her to mind-numbing orgasm after mind-numbing orgasm on his dick.

He didn't even know her name but that didn't stop his imagination from running wild, envisioning her bent over his desk as he fucked her from behind, or watching his cum leak from her pussy onto the papers he was grading. He was in deep shit, being so obsessed with a student like that. But he just couldn't get her off his mind.

[abrcmswrld]

No idea scenario wise how this would play out but Riddler with a reader who has a mommy kink? Wanting to take care of him, calls him pretty, just a bunch of stuff related to him being treated very nicely,

Pretty Boy | Edward Nashton x Reader

Word Count: 481 (Drabble/Headcanons)

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), mommy kink drabble basically,, nothing much just edward being taken care of in various sexual and non sexual ways,, this is kinda of unorganized but some of it was scene based and some of it was headcanon based so bear with me

Author’s Note: I gotta be honest i had no idea what to title this lmao,, thank you for sending a request! I’m kind of feral over this scenario,, i need to treat him right so badly he deserves it

He's flushed in your bed and moaning out your name until he makes a sound that doesn't quite match. But you're holding him down and riding him with such passion you can only get out a quick, "What was that, baby?" He throbs inside of you and his cheeks become even more flushed than they already are. "I-I..."

You place a hand under his chin, forcing his eyes to meet yours as you raise your hips up just enough for the swollen tip of his cock to remain inside of you. You're practically whining at the absence but you hold firm. "Be a good boy for me, yeah? You gonna tell me what you said?" He whimpers before the words fall from his lips, so sweet.

"Y-Yes- Please, mommy..."

It brings a flutter into your stomach and you let your hips fall back down on him, swallowing him to the hilt. "That's my good boy." And -dear god- you find yourself enjoying this. You find your self craving to take care of him. The thought alone throws you over the edge.

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•He doesn’t seem to mind you bringing that side out of him. Some nights he will come home exhilarated and tense, ready to bend you over the bed and take what's his. But you find yourself loving the nights in which he is tired and small. He works so hard to please you and you always call him your boy.

"My sweet boy."

"My good boy."

"Are you gonna make mommy cum?"

•And he always responds with a choked off moan and a quick nod. And he follows through. Helplessly eating you out, face buried between your thighs. He looks so pretty like this, you think. He’s bucking his crotch against nothing until you finally, finally give him the pleasure of your gentle and comforting touches.

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•He's delicate after sex, but you don't mind. You'd always be there to take care of his spent form. Wiping him off. Leading him into the bathtub. Washing the postcoital sweat and grime out of his hair. It's a love language.

•He's never had someone to do these sorts of things for him. He was always meant to fend for himself. To make sure his needs were met on his own. He still feels that ping of responsibility for his own health and needs. But it feels so good to let you take care of him.

━━━━

•And it carries into your relationship in ways that aren't inherently sexual as well. Work was hard? Your arms are open to his tired form. You stroke his hair and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

•He lets you peel his work clothes from his body and pull him into bed with you. His legs are almost always tangled with yours. A way of desperately clinging onto that closeness and non sexual intimacy.

•You find pleasure in it. The warmth his body radiates as he clings onto you at night is cozy, and you find yourself missing it on the nights he "works" late.

•But he’ll always be your sweet boy. He will always come home to your open, waiting, and loving arms.

[trumpkinhotboy]

Fight, fight, fight!

Pairing: reader x twilight wolfpack

Type: requested (thank youu)

Warnings: mentions of a fight, but nothing graphic

Word count: approx 1k

A/n: loved writing this little scenario, i'm maybe... even tempted to write a part 2 if that's something you guys would be interested in and also pls don't hate me i promise 'I'll keep an eye on you' pt.3 is coming!!! I've just had so many other things to work on, but I PROMISE IT'S COMING BABES anyway, hope you'll enjoy xxx

You were not a violent person. In fact, you hated any kind of physical confrontation and considered yourself a pacifist. You always were one to stay calm and walk away whenever someone tried to get under your skin.

You never thought the drive to protect others would make you go feral, but you discovered it the day someone endangered someone you love.

It was stupid. The classic, popular high school kids gave other students a hard time. When they nagged as you walked by, you did as always: royally ignored them. Honestly, their words didn't even filter through your brain. You knew they didn't have anything important or original to say anyway.

But suddenly, their lousy comments started filtering in. Confused, you turned around to understand they weren't talking to you but to your friend. You could see how she slumped her shoulders and tried to disappear into the ground as they circled her. Your heart started beating faster, your blood boiled in your veins, and unconsciously, you clenched your fists until you felt a slicing pain in your palm.

The comments and nagging continued until you planted yourself in front of them, shielding your friend from their eyes. They sized you up, laughing at your attempt at bravery. While you weren't looking, one of them pushed your friend on you, hopping to make you tumble down pathetically, but something got ahold of your blood, of your every muscle, and very soul. This ever-growing feeling and instinct to protect yourself and the ones you loved took over. That's probably how you ducked so fast, pushed your friend out of harm's way, and swung your fist as hard as you could.

"I can't believe you would ever get in a fight!" said Emily for the third time.

You stared at the ground as she hurried around the kitchen, grabbing supplies to wipe the blood from your nose and split lip. You didn't say anything, and neither did the boys.

You hadn't said anything since they forced you out of the crowd before you injured one of the bullies too seriously.

Emily kept blabbering about violence and how fighting was never the solution while she grabbed a bag of frozen peas. She stomped to you, dropping it in your hands as she asked. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

You leveled your gaze to hers, looked at the group around you, and only said, "They deserved it."

She let out a frustrated sigh, confused and frustrated with your attitude. You were a good kid, had always been. She knew there must have been a good explanation for why you did what you did.

You hoped she would finally give up the lecture and leave you alone, but when Sam entered the room, you knew you were still in for a while. His dark stare communicated much more than his words ever could. Sam was your cousin, but he also was your legal guardian ever since your parents died. You grew up with him, and he had become the most important parental figure in your life. He walked over to you with deadly calm, making all the other boys thankful not to be at the receiving end of his anger.

He grabbed a chair and sat right in front of you. "Why?"

"They deserved it," was all you answered once again. "You will have to do better than that if you don't want to be grounded for the rest of your life." You leveled him a look, and he noticed there was something there, something different. "Y/n, what happened?"

The same light of uncertainty and fear shone in your eyes. "I don't know," you finally whispered. "I don't know what happened. One minute, I was walking away from them, carrying on with my day as I always do. The other, I was in their face, feeling this rage gnawing at me."

Complete silence.

"Do you know what made you feel that way?" softly asked your cousin. The angry look had left his eyes, replaced with the soft and compassionate one he only let a few people see.

"I'm not sure, but I know once I heard them talking shit about my friend and saw how scared she was… I just wanted to protect her. One of them tried pushing us from behind, and I have no idea how, but I managed to duck, push Leila away, and punch him right in the face in the span of a second," you stared at them all, the shock and confusion in their face. "But the worst was that once I started punching, I didn't have to think about my moves… They all came naturally. There was this thing inside of me just repeating I needed to protect, and so I did. I honestly have no idea when I would have stopped if they hadn't stepped in." You finished with a grateful look at your friends.

Sam stayed dead silent, lost in thought. Unsure whether what you were telling him meant what he thought it did. This was all going too fast. He couldn't, wouldn't tell you about this right now. He would need to discuss with the rest of the pack and see what they thought before making any more moves.

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Even Emily, always so joyful, seemed lost in an inner world of only her knowing. You looked around at the people surrounding you, your gaze jumping from one to the other, trying to find answers in their eyes.

Until Jake broke the loaded silence, "Then I guess you were right. They did deserve it."

The smile slowly lightening up your features made them all breathe a little easier. "Now come on, put those frozen peas on your eye before it turns all blue and mushy. We wouldn't want to be deprived of the sight of your beautiful face, uh?" he said while walking to you with his signature grin.

Sam gave him a quick thankful look before looking at the other members of his pack, wondering how on earth they would deal with this.

[thiswasinevitableid]

What It's Worth (Indruck)

A big yeehawgust prompt winner was: Undead Cowboy. This fill is NSFW and does mention blood

The stars stud the sky, the sliver of moon rising from the mesa meaning Duck can see them clearly as he lays on his back in the dirt. 

His bedroll is okay, but the memory of frost in the air makes him wish he’d had time to snag a few more spare blankets. But all he could manage this morning was the essentials.

He wasn’t going to spend a single minute longer in that damn place than he had to. 

They lost the farm in West Virginia two years ago, when Duck was seventeen. His uncle, Papa Newton’s brother, had offered to let the family move to his property outside Santa Fe. 

It seemed like a fuckin miracle. Until they settled in and Duck realized his uncle intended to treat them as free labor rather than family. If he has to polish one more round of dishes he’s gonna throw the whole dinner table out the fucking window. 

A week ago, when his uncle started making noises about finding his “niece” a husband, Duck decided there was no point in sticking around. Not if that’s how his uncle intended to use him. 

So here he is, as far from town as a days ride could get him, hidden from view of anyone on the trails. He’s keeping a small fire up; seems worth the risk to keep the coyotes and cougars from getting too close. 

There are footsteps, barely audible, on the other side of the fire. A shadow, with two red pinpoints about six feet off the ground. 

He doesn’t have a gun; unlike Winnie, his horse, they all belonged to his uncle, and the fucker might call him a thief and send the sheriff after him if he snuck one away. 

“Do not be alarmed.” The voice in the darkness is lilting and weak, “You are in no danger…no danger from…from…”

A thud as the body hits the earth, landing in the ring of firelight. Duck cautiously sits up, buck knife in hand, as the stranger groans and raises up onto his knees with a woozy shake of his head. 

The red Duck saw comes from the glasses the man wears on his narrow nose. His whole face is angles. His hair is silvery in the light, which is odd given the fact he appears only a few years older than Duck. 

“You okay?”

The visitor grips the knees of his pants, “No. I am so very, very thirsty.”

“I got a little water to spare.”

A weak laugh, “Nono, that will not save me. I need…I need…” He tips his head up with a sigh, as if steeling himself in order to make the request, and fangs catch the scant moonlight. 

Duck’s heard the stories about vampires and even weirder things out in the desert. He never put much stock in them; he spent his childhood in the woods, then the desert. He understands how easily folks can spook themselves out in the wild. 

“Please say you ain’t after my blood.”

“I am. I have not fed in so long, I was too ambitious in my travels to Greensboro. Too weak to catch an animal. If I go much longer I will become feral, mindless, draining any passerby until they are a husk” he looks up, frightened, “Please, please help me.”

“Uh.” Duck looks around like someone wrote the right thing to do in the sand. He wouldn’t let a human die of thirst. And he doesn’t want anyone getting their throat ripped out. But this feels like a real good way to trick a kind-hearted traveler into being dinner. 

“I will do anything you ask” a shudder and a groan, making the stranger hunch forward, “take me to bed, ask me for my weight in gold, the keys to the city, anything, please.” He sobs, trying to crawl forward but only making it to the bottom of the bed roll and clutching it.

“Okay.” Duck begins unbuttoning his shirt, “Okay. You can have a drink, but I, I keepin my knife on me, y’hear?”

“Perfectly. I would not begrudge you such measures, not when you are helping me.” He struggles forward until he’s straddling Duck’s knees. He’s dressed like the cowboys Duck watches with envy as they ride past the house, except every piece of clothing is black. 

“Rather impractical in a desert, I know. But I find it suits me.”

“It does.” Duck doesn’t catch the answer in time. The last thing he needs is some fella thinking he’s flirting with him. 

“You are very kind. Oh” he notices Duck pulling his shirt collar to the side, “I need not drink that way, I assume you do not wish me to be any closer than necessary. Your arm will suffice.”

“I, uh, I work with my hands and arms so this’ll be less of a pain in the neck. Or not but, uh, you know what I mean.”

The vampire nods, delicately scooting into Duck’s lap. He shivers as the visitor noses his throat, humming happily. 

“You smell divine.”

“I been on the trail all day, doubt I smell like a basket of roses.”

“Better.” The voice purrs, “now, this will only hurt a moment.”

Fangs sink into his skin and his entire body lights up in pain, telling him to fight, to run like a jackrabbit. Then all at once it subsides, pleasure rolling like a wildfire on the prairie, lighting up nerve after nerve until he wonders if they’ll burn out. 

The vampire has one hand in his hair, supporting his head, the other pressing down on his shoulder, and through the fire crackling in his brain he can tell he’s talking.

“...So good, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou.” The deep bite is over, but he continues nipping at the skin, licking and sucking at the blood. He’s wiggling closer, hips bucking a little, making the neediest sounds Duck’s ever heard between his thanks and praise of everything from Duck’s eyes to the way he tastes. 

If he could guarantee the man on top of him would be like this, Duck wouldn’t be half as put off the idea of getting married. 

Gradually, the touch on his neck changes to deliberate licks, the last one ending with a kiss as the vampire sits back on his heels. He looks drunk.

“I..I am very grateful for your help.”

“You don’t say?” Duck teases. 

“Have I not made that clear–oh! Oh it is a joke.” He grins, mouth still a bit red, “You are a very charming human. And my offer stands; you may ask anything you wish of me as payment.”

He could get a train ticket, or the money to buy one. A place to stay. Clothes he didn’t have to fix up to be right himself. 

“That’s real decent of you to offer but I wouldn’t make someone pay me for a drink if they were dyin of thirst. Don’t seem right to ask you to.”

“You are very kind. I will not intrude on you any longer.” The vampire tries to shift out of his lap and hisses. Duck looks down and sees why.

“Y’know, most fellas have a harder time doin’ that once they’re drunk.”

“It, it is nothing” he looks away, embarrassed, “it is merely the natural response to feeling full and safe while in the arms of a handsome man.”

“That so?” Duck licks his lips, “tell you what. Since you biting me got me all riled up, I changed my mind. I want this” he palms the vampire through his pants, “as my fee.”

“Gladly.” Wiry arms drape over his shoulders as Duck undoes the buttons and pulls his dick from his trousers. It’s a nicely sized thing, big enough to be tempting without feeling intimidating, and when he wraps his hand around it the responding squeak is almost a chirp. 

“There we go, sweet thing, lemme get my hands on you.”

“Only if I am permitted the same honor.”

“Hmmm” Duck pretends to think as he steadily strokes the shaft, “dunno, why should I let you feel me up?”

A pout, “Because I will be so very good for you. I was good for you when I fed, wasn’t I?”

“You were, sweet as a peach. Okay, you can touchAHhey” he laughs as hands greedily paw his sides and thighs. 

“Thank you, oh you are lovely to touch, lovely to hold.” Kisses spread across the closing wound on his neck, “what a lucky creature I am to have found so wonderful a human oh, ohohoh” his hips jerk wildly and he cums on Duck’s fingers. 

“Pent up?” He kisses a cheek that he suspects would blush if it could. 

“So it seems. Goodness, such things seldom take me by surprise.” A playful kiss to his ear, followed by a nip, “shall I return the favor?

Duck feels one half of him lean into the idea, the other wrench so far back he thinks it might dislocate his joints. 

“Nah. I’m, uh, I’m too, uh, tired, fuck, not not turned on, uh. Fuck.”

The vampire cocks his head, then nods, “Then I will not press the matter. Would you like me to stay awhile?”

“Yeah.” He murmurs, “Yeah I would.”

Duck nestles down into his bedroll as his visitor gets his clothing back into order, and falls asleep to long fingers in his hair and a gentle voice telling him of the moths and bats fluttering across the desert sky. 

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He goes home when his uncle finally finds him and tells him that if he won’t do his family duty, he’ll find someone to marry Jane, Duck’s sister, to. 

Jane’s only 14. 

Duck spends the whole ride home hoping the lousy fucker gets thrown by his horse. 

A month later, he’s traveling with the old asshole and the equally cold-hearted, sneering woman he married to a party in Santa Fe. Mr. Indrid Cold, one of the area's richest and most mysterious residents, is said to be in search of a wife, and so Duck is in the most masculine dress he could find, hair still short and chaperones scowling as they enter the fine house off the city square. 

Duck tries to occupy himself in small talk, and while some of the women there won’t give him the time of day, others invite him into their cluster to hold crystal punch cups and whisper some of the most ridiculous shit he’s ever heard. 

“They say he’s a vampire!”

“Don’t be silly, my aunt said she saw him out in broad daylight.”

“Some of them can do that. It depends on their age.”

“Not this theory again, Josephine.”

“I told you, my name is Joe.”

“Anyway, even if your aunt did see him, that won’t help us. They say he throws one of these every few years and no one actually sees him in attendance. He just watches from somewhere so he can learn about us.”

Duck shudders at the idea; this whole thing is already a pain in the ass. It doesn’t need to be a creepy pain in the ass on top of that. 

“Pardon me.” A man with the blandest features imaginable addresses the group, “may I accompany you for a turn around the gardens?”

He’s offering his hand to Duck. 

“Is this a fuckin joke?”

A mild smile, “Not at all. I have been dying to speak to you since you arrived.”

Duck takes the offered hand, lets the man link their arms as they head into the courtyard. The gardens are stunning, if a bit overgrown, and Duck points out where a screech owl has hollowed out one of the trees. 

“Glad they kept the ones that actually grow here. Some folks try to bring the trees from back east out to make their gardens and they just up and die. On account of it bein, y’know, a fuckin desert.”

“That does seem rather ill-advised.”

They talk more about Duck’s move to the desert, and the longer they speak the more Duck feels like he knows the man’s voice. He just can’t place it. 

“I take it you are not a fan of the proceedings?”

“I, uh, I ain’t not, uh-”

“You do not need to lie, Duck.” A small smile. 

“It just ain’t my world.” He looks down at the dress, “rather be in sackcloth than this fuckin thing.”

“Mmm, I imagine you’d make a rather striking cowboy.”

“Like to think so. Aw fuck.” He turns to where the clock is striking eleven, signaling the end of the party, “I didn’t hobnob nearly enough.”

His companion squeezes his arm, “I would not worry too much about that.”

They say their goodnights and he rejoins his aunt and uncle, only to discover that they’ve booked him a room at a nearby hotel while they stay in a finer one across the road. Almost like they’re hoping his being alone might tempt their host into appearing at the foot of his bed like a fucking ghost.

He chucks his party outfit into the corner, the night hot enough that he decides to risk sleeping in the buff. The church on the other side of the square has just finished ringing midnight, and his eyes are going leaden, when there’s a shuff of his window opening. 

He’s five fucking stories up. 

Frozen, he watches a huge, winged figure squeeze through into the room. It’s some sort of fucking moth-man thing, and it’s glowing, red eyes are looking right at him. 

“Don’t come another fuckin step closer.” Duck grabs his boot from the ground, ready to throw it. 

Four arms raise in placation, “You are not in any danger from me, Duck. You were before, you are not now, and you never will be.”

“Your voice…are you the fuckin-”

“-Vampire from your camp? Yes.” Reality snaps for a moment and then the silver-haired man is standing there, clad in a simple black shirt and pants. 

“Holy fuck, I thought vampires could only turn into wolves and bats and shit.”

“My moth form is actually my true one. It is a long story. But the point of it all is: I am also Indrid Cold. And was your companion for much of this evening.” He clips a pin to his shirt and the same bland face comes into view. 

“Jesus.” Duck breathes as Indrid returns to his usual human appearance and sits on the bed. 

“Parties overwhelm me. A small enchantment is the best way to see if there are any guests I wish to know better. Up until now there have not been.” He sets his hand on Ducks covered knee, “why your aunt and uncle sent you here as anything other than a handsome bachelor, I shall never know. You looked so unhappy tonight all I wanted was to take you in my arms and whisk you off somewhere you could be yourself.”

“I, I didn’t mean to hide it from you.”

“I knew at the campsite. I can see the future, and when you rejected further advances it told me what was behind them.” A gentle, fanged smile, “you are a good looking man, Duck. I have not ever seen you as anything else.”

He relaxes, tucks his legs in so Indrid can come closer and stroke his cheeks.

“I throw this party every few years to keep my sire off my back about the matter of marriage. I suspect that may not be the case after tonight.”

“Y’know, getting down on one knee is more traditional than climbing through a window.” Duck teases.

Indrid laughs, “Nothing so rushed. I came because I could not stand another moment away from you. And because do have an offer for you. If you allow me to court you, know that I will never claim ownership over you, nor force you to live as you are not. If you wanted to ride from here to Alaska I would not stop you. Whatever freedom you desired would be yours. I’ve no need to control you, my sweet” he grins, “but I do ask for the chance to make you mine.”

The heat in his voice is clear as a spring sky. 

“That so?” Duck kisses him once, “how are you gonna prove bein’ yours is worth it?”

A longer, deeper kiss, Indrid nipping his lip as he pulls back, “However you wish. Though the idea you are about to suggest is one I am very much in favor of.”

“Yeah?”

“If I might be so bold, ah, I…the futures show you enjoying it immensely if I take my true form.”

Duck hesitates, “Let me see it again?”

The bed groans as the mothman reappears. He’s toffee-brown, chest so downy that Duck’s hand sinks into it. 

“Fuck, you’re real fuckin soft.”

“Thank you” A chirp of pleasure, “oh that spot has been itching for hours.”

“Which part of you did you, uh, see me enjoyin?” 

Indrid opens his mouth, in which Duck can see rows of small, sharp teeth along with the pointed canines. His tongue extends, long and flexible, “ith!”

It should scare the fuck out of him,  but all Duck does is kick the covers aside and lay back, spreading his legs. 

“Get to it.”

“Gladly.” A fuzzy cheek tickles his left thigh as Indrid nuzzles him. Then he gasps as teeth drag down the skin. 

“Do not think I did not notice your reaction to my bite last time. Most humans find it neutral or painful. Few moan as I drink them down.”

“Didn’t even know I was moanin’. Was too busy listening to you be a cute needy thing.”

“I was, wasn’t I.” The tongue teases his folds, “I will be as obedient and sweet as you desire, my darling one, for I do need you.”

Duck wants to say something flirty in reply, but then the tongue pushes into him and he moans. It’s incredible, pressing and teasing, happy little chirrs floating up from Indrid as he takes Duck to pieces. 

When his tongue presses on a certain spot, Duck yelps, and his hands flail for something to grab. They land on Indrid’s antenna, and a pleading, chirping groan breaks from the vampire. 

“Ohhhyes, it’s been ages since someone toyed with those.” He messily laps at Duck’s dick, “mmmf, you could make me do just about anything by pulling on them.”

“Want you to fuck me.” His horny brain blurts it out without warning and he clamps a hand over his mouth. 

“Do you wish me to?” Indrid sits up, wings fluttering shyly and hands soothingly petting Duck’s legs. 

“I do, I really fuckin do, but I can’t risk-”

“You would not be. I cannot have children with humans. At least not that way.”

“You sure?”

“Completely.”

Duck takes a deep breath, “Then come down here and fuckME, oh, ohfuck.” His heels dig into the bed as Indrid sinks into him. His cock must be as strange as the rest of him, if the way writhes inside him is anything to go by. 

It’s also fucking huge. 

“A-apologies.” Indrid is jerking and twitching, clearly trying to keep from moving to fast or pushing too deep, “I, I have never done this with a human before. I did not account for the size, god how tight you are, how small, oh you’re delightfully warm too.”

“Fuck.” Duck groans, tilting his hips to try and fit more inside him. 

“Do not strain yourself. My, my anatomy will do the work in a moment.” He purrs, running two hands through Duck’s hair, “I am here to serve you, not make you exert yourself.”

He says it with such sincere affection that Duck leans over to kiss one, quivering wing. 

“Oh that’s fuckin wild” He gasps as another part of Indrid’s cock presses into him, still flexible but firm, pushing him open. Several spread wider outside of him, catching at his dick and Indrid pushes deeper with hungry, demanding growl. 

Duck doesn’t black out, but if you asked him to describe the what happens next in detail in court, hand on the bible he wouldn’t be of much use. His legs hook onto Indrid’s own, claws dig into his hips, and Indrid’s cock drives into him, his bulk meaning Duck’s face ends up pressed to his chest.

 From there he has no choice but to cling to him, feeling the purr in his chest as he promises Duck he will do this and more whenever he asks, be at his service, be good for him because his body is worth that, because Duck is worth that, and just as tears prick his eyes from the intensity of sensation, from the fact the can feel himself cumming, tightening around Indrid as best as his body can manage, there’s a cascade of thank yous, and then his lover cums in him, so much that it runs back down the shaft and is Indrid trills and thrusts a final time. 

“Goodness” Indrid pants, rolling them over so Duck is atop him, cock slipping free as he does, “that was incredible, but I do feel I must ask if you are alright.”

“Better than, sugar.” Duck smooths his hands over Indrid’s chest, “ain’t sure I can walk for a few minutes though.”

“Well then, if you need anything, I shall simply fetch it for you.”

“Indrid? Did you mean it? About wanting me to stick around.”

“Nothing would make me happier. But if you need time to decide, or if you do not want to stay, I will not be angry.” He grins, tracing a heart on Duck’s cheek, “though I will add, imagine the look on your wretched uncle’s face when he learns Mr.Cold would like you to stay and be courted, and that Mr. Cold has already bought a fine suit the handsome Mr. Newton.”

Duck chuckles, “Yeah, that does sweeten the deal. Ain’t the only thing makin’ it worthwhile though.” 

Indrid chirps happily, and wraps his wings and arms protectively around him. 

(To be fair, his uncle nearly fainting from shock the next afternoon is extremely fucking worth it).

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Request:  fuegoleon nsfw fic with wife s/o who's really hot? Fuego has been really busy with work lately and s/o feels neglected and sadly tells him one day that she's the only one who wants him but he doesn't want her? And it kinda hits a switch in fue, because he just can't fathom his wife thinking that HE doesn't want her, and he goes feral? Overstim, breeding kink, Dom!Fuego Lots of adorable aftercare too of you're okay with it🥰

A/N: Hiya! I got immersed into this while writing it, and it’s not 100% on with her telling him that she’s the only one wanting him, but the theme is there. This is also the hardest smut I’ve written to this day, I think, because while my Fuelara smut has been longer and more romantic, this is harder. Anyways, I do hope that you like it. And now I need a cold shower 🥵

Pairing: Fuegoleon x f!reader (written in 1st person POV)

Fanfic type: Oneshot

Genre: Smut, hurt-comfort

Length: ~3.0k

Warnings: smut, cunnilingus (reader receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, no mention of birthcontrol, overstimulation (reader receiving), breeding kink, one mention of face fucking but no actual act, implied cervix fucking, crude language (”fuck me”), reader and Fue and married (established relationship), Fue says “I love you” mid act, Dom!Fue, aftercare minors DNI

It’s quiet. Well, if you don’t count the crickets. A part of me is surprised that there are already crickets at this time of the year, even if the summer is warm, which is why I have the window open in the first place. And another part of me is still glad that I can still hear them.

Another, much smaller, part. The part is muffled under the sigh that leaves my lips in an effort to relieve the restlessness in my body. But even if I wandered off from the open window, I’d find my way back to it soon enough I’m sure. Because the cool night air feels as if a caress against my skin.

A caress… that I crave for. The caress that I’ve longed for… for too many nights.

They say that the time your relationship is passionate is short, a few months, a year if you’re lucky, and then it starts to die down. I suppose I should say that I am luckier than most people then, granted that it took so long for us to get to this place. We had a good run… But that makes is sound like we would be heading for a divorce, which is far from the truth.

It’s not… bad… our relationship. It’s just more like a partnership. A business deal. And I could certainly do a lot worse, which argues against divorce.

Plus… I still love him.

And I hope… I hope that he still loves me. He says that he does, but the lack of touch, more than the generic hand on the shoulder in passing, speaks a different tale.

I hope that he loves me… and I hope that he still wants me.

There’s a thought that occurs to me, a very distasteful thought that makes me nauseous for a passing second.

But I know that he’s not the kind of a man to cheat on his wife. He’s not the type of a person to go behind one’s back and seek comfort in the arms of another.

I still love, and trust, my husband.

He’s simply a busy man, that’s all. And he is busy. There is a lot on his shoulders. I want to trust that, that’s all there is to it. I want to believe that he’s just tired… But there is not even a gaze to my direction anymore. Before, his busy schedule didn’t stop us. Though a long, sweaty night, or just a few hours of passionate, romantic love making was preferrable, a quicky was never out of the question.

And I swear, all the times I went down on him in his office, behind his desk, despite him feeling conflicted about doing such a thing in his office, he loved it. The way he smile, and the glimmer in his eyes told me that he drank it up like a starving man.

Besides, he never seemed all that … un-eager to do so. If anything, he seemed more concerned about my integrity than anything else. But we were married, and me going down on my husband was far from a scandalous thing. Though the rumours, and the noble circles might blow it out of proportions for some time, who cares? They can blow it out, and I can simply blow my husband.

Come to think of it…. How long has it been since the last time I went down on him?

How long ago was it that I last… satisfied myself?

It doesn’t feel right doing so in our bed, when he’s in deep slumber right there. And he could walk in on me in the shower, though I suppose that’s just wishful thinking.

I no longer know. All I do know is that it’s been long… far too long… And I have to wonder if he really does want me anymore… Because… though I’m only a few years younger than he is, maybe my body has changed away from his liking. Maybe I’m not… firm enough, perky enough, thin enough… Though I don’t think I have changed all that much since we met.

I… think…?

I don’t think I have changed that much. But maybe that’s just him losing his rose coloured glasses.

Maybe…

I sight to myself again as the loneliness I feel wraps around me as if a blanket, but that blanket just makes the warmth between my legs intensify and a knot form into my lower stomach which is trying to grasp onto something that isn’t there.

The door opens and closes behind me, and I hear another heavy sigh.

“My love? You didn’t need to stay up and wait for me,” his tone is warm and caring, but it is also tired.

I can’t blame him for it. I can’t blame him for being tired.

“I know….” I tell him as I walk away from the window and closer to him with my arms wrapped around myself, pressing the silken fabric of my nightgown against my skin even tighter. “And I know that you’re tired, but… there’s… something I want to talk to you about,” I admit, because this has gone for long enough. And there seems to be no end in sight to his schedule, so this night is as good as any.

“What is it?” He asks, and the question is fair. It’s frank, on point, and it is fair.

“I’ve… been… I’ve been wondering if…” I glance at the ceiling, because though this is hard, it’s a lot harder than I think. Because I don’t want to admit that I feel neglected. I don’t want to admit that I feel a yearning for him, even if I do. Though some time back I wouldn’t have as much as blinked about telling him that I want him.

Because I did. I do… I do want him.

“Yes?” His eyes are full of worry. There is a small frown on his face as he stands there, so close to me.

I can feel his warmth radiating through the air, and I can smell the faint scent of his lavender hair oil.

By gods how I miss that scent… I miss busying my nose into those auburn locks as his hands run over my body and I… miss him moving over mine, under mine… in mine…

I miss… him. All of him…

“Tell me, what’s wrong,” he implores again, this time with a tone that is both concerned and unwavering. He wants to know. He wants to know, because he cares. I know as much.

But it doesn’t make it any easier. However, regardless of whether it’s easy or not, I need to tell him. This is something that just needs to be discussed.

“I…” I utter while looking to the side. “I know that you’ve been busy lately, but I’ve…” I trail off again, because though that’s true, it’s only loosely connected to what I want to say.

So, I take a deep breath, and swallow, before whispering: “Do you… still… want me…?”

He takes a moment. But the moment, which must be no longer than a few seconds, feels much, much longer. It feels like an hour, a day, one fifth of an eternity.

“Do I still… want you?”

There is amusement in his tone. It is disbelieving amusement. It sounds like the question is absurd to him. Much more than to me.

“My love… Every night that you’re not next to me, I ache for you. Every day I long for you. And… I know that I’ve been tied to my job far too much as of late, it’s every day that I find myself craving for you.”

He takes a step closer to me. The warmth radiating through the air grows stronger, and I can hear his breathing growing lower, heavier… louder.

His hands take a hold of me…

“I crave… for you…” he whispers like sin, like the words that drip from his lips would be sweet like honey, decadent and filled with lust that he is feeling, just as me.

I turn to look at him, and I press closer to him, but that’s the last thing I realize before finding myself on our bed.

His frame, which is much broader than mine, is over me. His eyes, in the dim light of the bedroom, seem dark, like velvet, but the spark cast by the light of his flames, makes him seem hungry. It tastes like passion, feels like lust, and sounds decadent, like sin itself.

But I don’t mind the sin, not if it’s him.

I don’t mind the way he rips off my nightgown with an apology.

“I’ll buy you a new one…” he half whispers, half growls.

But I don’t mind.

I most certainly don’t mind.

I don’t mind as he pressed his head between my legs, and licksssss…

But it’s just a tiny, little kitten lick with the tip of his tongue.

I can still feel his breath gliding over me, over my clit, over my folds and his right there! But all he does is make the little lick that doesn’t satiate my hunger.

“Please…” I utter, but that’s when I realize that he’s just admiring me, because…

“You look gorgeous from every angle,” he tells me before pressing his mouth against my lower set of lips.

And he is hungry.

His tongue dances around, dips inside of and swirls around as my walls try to hold onto him. I try and I try as I clench the sheets in my fists. It’s been so long, and it feels so good… The way his tongue moves in and out and around in me…

And I want him in!

“Please!” I cry out to him and all he does is press his face harder against my folds as his fingers press harder against the tender flesh of my ass.

He hums, sending vibrations through me, and that’s when my toes curl and I see stars.

But that’s not enough for him.

I can feel his tongue licking around everything that flowed out of me with my orgasm, as he’s casing another high of mine.

His nose is pressed against my clit, and occasionally he flicks it with his tongue. And every time he does, I can’t help but mewl at him. Be-cause! Because… I need him, I want him, inside of me!

And his tongue isn’t enough. It is just not enough!

“Honey! I want-,” I manage through my pants, and I’m sure he can hear the desperation as my legs tremble. As they shake under him.

He lifts his head, and my hips jerk up, as if they’d crave for the touch as much as I do, and my legs open wider for him. Which makes his eyes glance down to my trembling, wet core, and then to my eyes as a smirk, a proud, grinning smirk frames those purple eyes that look like lust and velvet.

“I can’t… take this teasing anymore,” I tell him as my body is already on edge from the stimulation.

“Well…” he utters, looking pleased, and a bit smug, I have to admit. But then again he has every right to look as smug as he does, because he just make me cum for the 4th time tonight. “If you so wish,” he continues as he climbs on top of me and takes off his pants.

His cock is hard. It’s pointing upwards and the tip is oozing with precum.

It is twitching.

And it takes everything in my not to crawl down, shift down under him, against the sheets, and engulf that cock into my mouth.

He has never, properly, fucked my face, and he probably wouldn’t because he prefers me to be able to breathe. But if I did, that’d probably be the closest we’d get to it.

It might be, but I don’t have time to think about it more, as his cock is already sliding over my wet slit effortlessly, teasing my sensitive bundle.

I moan, and I gasp, but not in the way I would if he had inserted it.

He’s teasing me more, and as much as I love it, I hate it. Because this isn’t-, it’s not what I-

I don’t use crude vocabulary in bed. I don’t curse. And I’m bad at dirty talk, but…

“Fuck me,” I tell him.

His eyes open wider. He seems surprised by my words. But the surprise is quickly overtaken by more amusement.

“Breed me!” I tell him.

And he chuckles. He chuckles, but there is devilish intent in those eyes that stare down at me.

“You wish my seed to paint your insides that badly?” He asks with a smirk, and he has every right to smirk.

“Yes.”

And then he pushes in. With one. Swift. Motion.

My back arches, and I see stars again as I cum.

And through the white noise, through the sound of blood rushing in my ears, I hear him chuckle with a pleased sound. He is pleased. Because the way he has stimulated my body to this point, made it possible for me to cum with just him inserting himself inside of me.

“I’m going to cum inside of you,” he tells me, and I love that he tells me, that he whispers it against my ear with that low, sultry voice of his. “And then I’m going to…” he pauses, to choose the words, but instead of what I might expect, he chooses the words, the crude words that I chose a moment before. “I am going to… fuck you, with my sperm still inside of you.”

And by the gods, this man, this man who is my husband, who has talked so eagerly about starting a family with me, is driving me to oblivion in the best possible way.

He pushes in, and out, and in and out and I… loose track of how many times I cum. But when he pushes down once, and hard, and warmth spreads within me, the corners of my lips tug up because I know that he came.

He came and he’s still in me, plugging me up so that all of his seed stays inside of me.

“And now, my love…” he murmurs against my ear as his hand settles onto my cheek.

He lowers down, and pressed a kiss onto my lips. One, hard, passionate kiss…

And then his hand trails down to my neck… his big, broad hand that could wrap around my neck effortlessly… It trails down, and down, and down, until he scoops my legs and he presses me into a breeding press.

“I’m going to rid any loneliness from you,” he promises as his hips pump up. And. Down.

His hips slap against mine, as he pins me down. And his cock reaches all the way to my cervix. It’s like he wants to give it a French kiss.

And he can. He can. He can, he can, he can…

My walls clench around him, and I can feel my fluids mixing together with his between our legs. The damp, sticky feel that I don’t mind.

I don’t mind.

I don’t think to mind.

Because I’m focused on every groove, every vein of his cock as he slams in, and out, and back in me again. The way my body clenches around him, trying to keep a hold of him. Desperately tries to embrace him as he slides out, and then back to me again.

Drool drips from the side of my face as my eyes roll back, and all I can think is the building ecstasy in me.

His breathing rings next to my ear, and it’s growing unsteady. And still…

“I love you…” he murmurs, nearly growls as he slams his hips against mine for one… last, time, pressing himself against my cervix.

My toes curl, and my fingers press against the skin of his back so hard as I scream out his name while coming undone under him.

I can feel my body twitching from the pure bliss. Trying to clasp onto him again. But I’m also growing relaxed as I’m coming around from the orgasm.

He pulls out and lays down next to me as his fingers trail over my skin with a feather light touch. His eyes are on me, looking around, trying to spot any signs of discomfort while simultaneously admiring me.

I turn to my side while catching my breath, and snuggle close to him, against his chest.

“Are you alright, my love?” He asks as his fingers draw circles onto my back; his words cascading onto me like a dawn, like silk and every good thing in the world.

“Yes,” I tell him, while still trying to gasp for air, but there is a smile on my face.

He leans down to place a kiss onto my head before laying down properly next to me, head on the pillow. His eyes are still looking over me, but now the gaze is filled with almost only admiration, no searching for signs of discomfort. Because there aren’t any.

Only those of fulfilment.

He still loves me, and wants me. Just as I still love and want him.

And even when I close my eyes, I can still feel him lying there, his hand carefully tracing over my skin. He’s so close, so very close that I can almost feel his heart beating for me through the air.

But the thing is, I know that it’s there without feeling it. I had simply forgotten it. I had forgotten how he, how this stern, loyal, loving and caring man is when he is in love.

Now I remember, and I never intend to forget again.