#*this is largely an inside joke. apologies

[yourstrulyrani]

woah it's the same anon from the knight!reader and prince!simon hc!!!

ive had this idea for a while now, but i never really got around to writing it.

what if reader and simon were deployed to a mission to kill the son of a terrorist or something

so they assume that the son is an adult at least, right?

wrong! it turns out, while they were waiting to snipe him at the plane he was getting off of, it was actually a child they had to kill.

i didnt really think up an ending for this, so you can go crazy w it!

love your writing by the way.

much love,

-🌊

simon riley x soldier!reader cw: mentions of blood & violence (military inaccuracies too) // wc: 1680 a/n: omg hi i love this idea so much, and thank you for the last bit, it means a lot to know that people like you love my writing 🥲♥︎!! can i apologize for how long this took for me to write too, i truly am so sorry. i want to thank you all for 600 followers (you guys are insane i adore you every one of you) so i decided that i should spoil yall on this gorgeous fridayyy

“So you’re telling me the job isn’t done yet?” Ghost turns his head to the TV hung on the wall, glaring daggers at the projected image of Makarov’s face.

You’re alone with Lieutenant Riley himself in a debriefing room, going over the next mission. “No, LT.” You sigh as you slide your lieutenant a manilla folder across the desk. You pace back and forth in front of the large screen, hands tucked behind you. “During the last mission, Gaz and Price have found out that not only was Milena Romanova his financier, but long-time lover. They happen to have had a lovechild: Mikhail Makarov.” You press the button to the next slide, showing a blank profile picture. “We currently have limited information on Mikhail, so we don’t have a picture of him. Age is inconclusive but it is likely that he is in his late teens and that he works as a Konni Group affiliate. 

“Of course he does, Sergeant. His father was their bloody leader.” You press the button to the next slide, showing an island from a bird’s eye view. “We currently believe that Mikhail is currently residing with Milena on Plutus Island, the same private island that you and Soa—” your throat tightens up as you were about to  mention his name. 

It stings. You feel like a replacement to a priceless man.

“You and Johnny,” you continue, “had to go back in 2023 to gather Makarov’s banking information. If I can contact Laswell, I can set up something so you can go there again.”

Ghost finally grabs the file, scrolling through each page. Once finished, he tosses the file onto the conference table and settles back, crossing his arms in front of his chest and then his legs in a figure-four. “Only me?” You could see his eyes squint behind the mask in confusion.

“You’re capable enough to go in alone, sir. It’s a simple ‘neutralize the targets’ type of mission.”

“But it wouldn’t hurt to have you come with me.” He shrugs his shoulders. 

You try to read the skull-faced man’s mask and eyes for any emotion, but it’s always hard with him. That mask conceals his exterior as much as it does the inside of him. You know Ghost has a personality, from his dad jokes while on missions and his clinical precision, but you always wondered when he would peel the mask off and just one day, for one moment, be Simon.

After weeks of preparation, Laswell gave you and Ghost the green light. Neutralize both Romanova and her son. It was a simple mission that both you and Ghost were both prepared for. Ghost convinced himself the only reason he asked you to come with him was so it would be easier sniping them at the same time. Or it may be because you’re a good sergeant. He hates to admit it. He wouldn’t mind Johnny back. But he thinks to himself  a lot that you’re not so bad either. You never were.

“No Konni Group in sight, huh?” Ghost lays himself down on the concrete. The island for once was empty.

“Clearly not, Bravo 0-7.” Laswell says through the comms. “As soon as you see Romanova or Mikhail, take the shots.”

A car entered the lavish driveway of the island’s residence. Luckily, Ghost and you had a clear view of the car where the driver was. It took a couple of moments before both you and Simon noticed a woman walk out of the driver’s seat of a blacked out Mercedes Maybach SUV.

“Milena Romanova is here.” Ghost says to you and Laswell. You could see through the sniper that she was dressed down in a long-sleeved black a-line dress with matching sunglasses and pumps. Her hair was enough to know that the woman you were seeing was Milena herself, as she still kept the same hairstyle that the task force saw her in the last time they visited this island.

“As soon as you see Mikhael, drop them both. Sergeant, take Milena. Ghost, you take Mikhail.” Laswell directed.

A young man dressed head to toe in Konni Group attire exited out of the passenger side door, and it could only be one person: Mikhail Makarov.

You and Ghost didn’t waste a moment to do what Laswell asked. With one quick pull of the trigger you took the shot for Milena, and Ghost for Mikhail. You saw Milena’s body abruptly fall lifeless to the floor after you heard the crack of your weapon. The hair that was once styled perfectly now splayed across the road and had blood soaking through it which seeped out of her locks and crept into the crevices of the cobblestone. Mikhail dropped down to the ground a split second later, his body falling on to his mother.

Ghost thought his ears were deceiving himself until he heard a screeching cry. He thought it was the birds in the area, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. He used his scope to get a closer look. Right behind the driver’s door, the passenger door, was a baby in a car seat. The same brown hair as Milena and the same hooded eyes as his dead dad. The man’s eyes widened in horror. The baby’s carseat was splattered in blood and his once white onesie was the same. You turned to look at Simon, and for the first time you saw his eyes widen in pure guilt. The man that Ghost shot wasn’t Mikhail, but the baby splattered with blood around him was. Ghost felt his hand twitch, making him drop the sniper in his hands as he left you on the building. 

Your eyes were fixed on the Lieutenant’s retreating form, but your ears were fixed on the baby’s ringing cries. It was a vulnerable and helpless little human, who now has no parents. You feel the shame pool in your stomach and come out by making your hand sweat and your heart quicken. Milena was a woman who did many wrong things, but that baby was innocent, and you murdered his mother as if she was worth nothing to him. Your misstep caused this.

You took your sniper along with the one Ghost left behind and rushed towards him, your boots hard on the concrete roof. 

Ghost muttered to himself, his voice low in self-deprecation and not enough for you to hear. “Almost murdered a child.”

You stalk behind the soldier, analyzing his hands by his side, and his feet dragging against the dirt. His head was dipped on, so all you could see was the lower end of his mask. You were conflicted whether or not to jog a little closer so you could approach him or give the space he needed. You dismissed the latter option, instead stalking closer to him.

“Sir.” You tried jogging closer, but one step of this man’s leg was the same as you taking several steps. “Ghost.” You try calling out again and this time he stops walking, but doesn’t turn around. You finally reach his side and tilt your head up to look at the man. “About back there—” “Not a word.” He turns to face your body and looks down. You both look eye to eye. Ghost could see the hesitancy in your eyes and you could see the guilt seethe in his. “Call in Price. Take the baby to a nearby village or city and put him up for adoption. That’s the end of it. We killed Milena. We killed a Konni contractor.”

“But we didn’t kill Mikhail. That baby was Mikhail.” “That baby is innocent.” He stomped closer to you, which caused a strain in the back of your neck. You lowered your neck to find some sort of ease, and all you could see with this line of vision was his chest heaving up and down. “Call in Price.” He sighed. “Please.”

His plea came out into a small whimper and you couldn't help but to oblige with a nod of your head and a “Yes sir.”

The both of you were transported back to base and this time, you couldn’t relish in the usual silence. Everyone was typically tired after missions, only sparing a couple of words during the exfil which none of you in the 141 would ever mind. But this time, the silence is suffocating with the shared guilt between you two instead of a silence that should be graced with solace after a rough mission.

You sat across Ghost, his hands resting in his lap and his head down. The window from the helicopter radiated at the perfect angle so you could see the brown of his eyes. You always thought of Ghost as a fixed individual. You could tell that his efforts as a soldier paid off. Ghost took off his gloves, setting them to the side. You stared at his hands, and saw a fine strip of his tattoo sleeve peeking out of his left sleeve. Ghost grumbled, keeping his head down only moving his eyes upwards to look past his eyelashes. 

“I couldn’t do it,” Ghost speaks up, his voice hushed in shame. Ghost moves to fiddle with his fingers, an explicit sign of his nervousness. He didn’t understand why he’s starting to open up at this moment, but he’s glad he’s doing it with a woman like you. 

“It was a baby. That’s okay.” You shake your head gently in a dismissal of his shame. “You have a heart, Simon. That proved it.”

Simon felt his hands twitch at the use of his real name, the first time you ever used it, “A cold one.” He retorts and chuckles lightly, a selfish attempt to lighten up the situation he was in.

“I’m proud of you, you know.” Your voice was filled with genuine honesty and your eyes showed the pride you held for your superior. 

“That means a lot coming from you, Sarge.” Ghost may be a clinical soldier with ruthless technique, but today you understood that under the army gear, the weaponry, and the skull-face mask, there’s Simon.

^ mind u this is when i started writing this bro like LMAO WHY DID I STALL SO LONG

~ yours truly, rani ♥︎

[rafesangelita]

♡ it’s that time of year again, and kook!sweetheart!reader is here and ready to kiss for charity in her annual kissing booth! however, rafe is first in line.. and a peck on the cheek is not the only thing he’s interested in

warnings: s1!rafe, flirty banter, dirty talk, heavy petting, fingering, overstimulation, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), hair pulling, multiple orgasms

a/n: now presenting… ‘KISSING BOOTH’ 🤍 i was so obsessed with this idea, i had came up with it last year but decided i should wait for valentine’s day to write it, so to say it’s been a long time coming is an understatement! i’m so excited for this valentine’s day celebration, i hope you all will love it <3

link: VALENTINE’S DAY CELEBRATION ໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

wc: 1.5k

“wow, it looks like cupid threw up in here.” you smiled at the familiar voice, your best friend rolling her eyes when she saw the way your cheeks heated at rafe’s teasing words. while she thought rafe was annoying and insufferable, you absolutely adored him, always laughing at his lame jokes and letting him hold you close at parties as if to let everyone know that you were off limits. “you don’t like the way i decorated the booth?” you pouted up at him as he leaned over the front counter, a smug grin gracing his features. “yeah, it’s cute..” he trailed off, “but are you really gonna kiss some random assholes for a fuckin’ dollar?”

you sighed, pointing towards the tip jar. “it’s for charity, rafe.. and i’m not really ‘kissing’ anyone, i’m barely grazing their cheek!” rafe scoffed before studying you for a moment. you were such a pretty thing, the idea of some losers waiting in line to get something as little as a peck from you made his blood boil. “how much money do you have to make today?” he was fishing in his pocket for his wallet before you even answered. “i would like to make at least three hundred dollars.” you watched him curiously as he managed to get some crisp bills out of the expensive leather.

“i’ll do you one better, and give you five hundred dollars to ditch this joint right now.” you blinked, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. “are you serious?” he dropped the money in the jar that you decorated with pink heart-shaped stickers and red rhinestones. “yeah, but i don’t just want a kiss..” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “i’d rather see those pretty, sparkly lips wrapped around my cock instead, yeah?” you felt butterflies flutter in your tummy, your needy gaze meeting his own. “come on, baby.” he took your hand in his, his thumb rubbing into your skin.

swallowing thickly, you glanced over at your bestie. “i can’t leave her to do this all by herself..” just as you were going to apologize and tell him maybe another time, she took the money out of the jar and placed it into an envelope. “i’m gonna go turn this money in to the charity organizers and close up shop, ‘looks like the boys of kildare will have to be kissed by someone else today.” you giggled, motioning for rafe to come inside once your friend left. he wasted no time, locking the wooden door shut as you closed the window, moving the silky red curtain over the glass.

rafe’s hands were palming the soft flesh of your ass in an instant, his large hands shamelessly flipping up your skirt to get a better grip on your skin. despite the small amount of pain he drew from squeezing you so hard, you still moaned blissfully when he took you in a sloppy kiss, his tongue wetting your bottom lip in the process. “you’re so sweet, y’know that? letting me have my way with you like this.” without warning, rafe took ahold of your thighs before hiking you up onto the counter. “i’ve been wanting to know how you taste for so long..” he groaned, both of you moaning as he rubbed you through your panties.

moving your hands to run down his chest, you and rafe shared a look before he slowly peeled back the pink lace. “all i gotta do is chat you up, and you’re already soaked like this?” he laughed incredulously, “fuck, you’re just dying for it.” you couldn’t help but whimper when he gathered the pool of slick between your folds, circling your clit slow and hard before popping his digits into his mouth. “rafe!” you’re shocked but so turned on at the same time, the look of pure disbelief on your face making him smile in amusement. “as much as i’d love to eat this sweet pussy, i need to feel you wrapped around me even more.”

fingertips hooking in the waistband of your panties, rafe slid the material down your legs before placing them in his pocket. “i’m keeping these for later, ‘that alright?” you nodded frantically, spreading your thighs open for him before he stroked your glossy slit. “m’gonna stretch you out just right..” you gasped, your eyebrows knitting together as he slowly inserted his middle finger. “shit, you’re so tight.” he smiled down at you, watching as you struggled to keep your eyes open. “if you think this is a stretch, just wait til’ i have my cock inside of you.”

rafe was knuckle deep at this point, your pretty moans giving him all the encouragement he needed to insert another finger. “oh, god!” your heel clad feet began shaking when his palm met your swollen clit, the pressure making you keen. rafe fisted your ponytail, pulling your head down so you could watch him curl his digits in order to hit that soft, gummy spot inside of you. your top was out of place, your tits threatening to spill out of your bra as rafe used his free hand to keep your chin pointed down. the closer you got to your orgasm, the more you tried to pull away from him, the intensity of your climax already coiling tight in your tummy.

rafe let go of your hair and pinned you down by your hip as he pushed you over the edge, the band in your stomach finally snapping as you came undone. you cried out, your nails raking down his forearm as he hissed at the stinging sensation. “you’re doing so fucking good, holy shit!” he cursed, the sound of your slick juices making your cheeks heat. you shook and writhed beneath him, your heart beating in your ears as you felt the pure unadulterated pleasure wrack through your system. surely, it couldn’t get better than this.. right?

wrong.

rafe wasn’t lying when he said the stretch from his fingers was nothing compared to the stretch of his cock, the tip of his length now kissing your poor cervix with each thrust. “t-too much! rafe, slow down!” he ignored your pleas, instead taking your arms and pinning them to your back so you couldn’t push against his abs anymore. you swore if it wasn’t for him holding your leg up, you would’ve fallen to the ground already. “ah, nah you got it, pretty girl.” he leaned down, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “this is all you, sweetheart, you’re sucking me in like a fucking vice.” he panted.

rafe was close, but he meant what he said earlier— he needed to see you on your knees for him, he needed to see those swollen lips wrapped around his cock just like how he’s imagined for so long. just when rafe felt like he was going to fill up your cunt, he pulled out, quickly pushing you to the floor so he could use your throat instead. you’ve given him complete control, and the power to throw you around as he got you on your knees, kicking your thighs apart so he could see the mess you made between your legs. rafe nearly came when he saw you open your mouth so willingly for him, almost like it was your instinct to take him whole.

taking the hem of his shirt between his teeth, rafe kept the cotton material out of the way as he slid between your lips with ease. you were so warm and so wet, and just so, so, so pretty with your mouth full, he took a breath before tugging at the roots of your hair. “make me fuckin’ cum,” your eyes widened slightly when he whimpered, the sound making you take him even further until your nose was nudging at his base, “oh, what the fuck, what the fuck—” he was done for as soon as you swallowed around him, your eyes watering with tears as you felt the warm ropes of his seed paint your throat.

rafe kept your head in place, his jaw slack as he emptied himself inside of you. it wasn’t until you tapped on his leg that he pulled you off, a strangled gasp leaving your lips as you finally sucked in a breath. he felt dazed, just the same way you did. “damn, sweetheart, should i bribe you more often?” you laughed, accepting the hand he held out for you. standing up on shaky legs, rafe got his shorts on, helping you readjust your clothing shortly after. “you don’t have to bribe me..” despite just doing the most filthiest things you’ve ever done, you still couldn’t help but feel shy underneath the intensity of his stare.

rafe kissed you, taking your hand in his before placing another kiss to your knuckles. “come on,” he poked his head out of the booth to make sure no one was around, “let’s get you back to my place, i need to get my head between those thighs like asap.”

[robo-writing]

NSFW Alphabet - Logan Howlett Edition

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Reader Warnings: AFAB pronouns, breeding mention, pet names, bodily fluids, p in v actions, no protection, overall horniness, 18+ MDNI. Author's Note: This man is renting space in my synapses, send help.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is so gentle with you, it almost makes you feel like you’re made out of glass. He prefers to hold you close once you’re thoroughly satisfied, enjoying how your body folds into him to be as close as possible.

If you ask him for water and snacks he’s gone within the second, bringing you whatever you need, and then immediately putting you back on his lap so he can feed you. Don’t argue with him on this, he won’t take no for an answer.

You collapse against the sheets with a sigh, legs still shaky from Logan’s excellent bedside service. You’re practically boneless when he pulls you onto his chest, the dark hair tickling your cheek as he cages you in his embrace.

“Logan, I’m sweaty—“

“Do I look like I give a damn princess?” He grumbles, his hands reaching down to smooth over your hair. “Just let me take care of you, alright?”

Your whining is just for show and he knows this, a small part of you feeling guilty because he always treats you with such respect. He’s not sure what kind of assholes you’ve been dating before but he’s damn certain he’ll be the one to teach you how you should be treated.

You melt in his arms, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his large hands running down your back. His voice cuts through the silence, far more gentle than you’re used to. 

“Need anything else doll?” He asks, to which you shake your head. 

No, tonight you just need him. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s an all around man, asking him that is like asking a man to choose between air and food to survive.

He loves playing with your tits, loves biting at the swell of your breasts before sucking on them, loves burying his face in the valley of them—

He loves using your thighs as an anchor when he eats your pussy, rolling his eyes when they squeeze around his head—

He loves the sight of your ass bouncing back when he fucks you into the mattress, the sound of your combined hips ringing loudly in his head—

He really just loves you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It only took one time for him to be utterly addicted to your pussy. He refuses to cum anywhere that isn’t inside you at least once, just the sight of it falling from your abuser cunt has him going back for seconds. The sloppy sound of your juices and his cum as he thrusts into you is like asmr.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Masochist to the extreme. You kind of had a feeling with the way he shrugs off pain but you didn’t know how bad it was until you scratched him just a bit too hard while getting your guts rearranged. 

Your nails dig into the meat of his arms, a deep-seated groan erupting from the back of his throat at the feeling. Immediately you look down to see the angry red marks left behind that heal within seconds, an apology on your lips interrupted by his voice growling in your ear.

“Do that again.”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The man is over two hundred years old, he lays down pipe like a master plumber. Knows all your spots better than you do, knows exactly what gets you going because he can practically taste the arousal in the air. Those senses of his are no joke.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary so he can see your face, doggystyle so he can fuck a hole into the mattress and breed you. 

Prefers missionary normally if only for the fact that when he puts even half his full weight on your body you’re forced to lie there and take it, unable to so much as squirm while he fucks you within an inch of your life. Enjoys doggy when the beast inside needs to scratch a particular itch that only seeing you ass up with cum dripping down your thighs can reach.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

A wholesome 50/50 of being love-struck and horny, he has his moments of laughter but they’re almost always immediately followed by pure lust. You’d think he’d be super serious all the time but he’s surprisingly gentle. He prefers to watch you enjoy yourself, he’s much more of a service top in that regard.

Want him to eat you out until you’re pushing his head away? Want him to fuck you nice and slow, keeping you right on the edge? Whatever your flavor is, he’s down for a taste.

That’s not to say he doesn’t have his rough moments as well. It’s very easy for him to lose himself so he tries not to go overboard for your safety, but if you ask him to let loose he’s not going easy on you. Just remember when you wake up unable to walk that you asked for this.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not groomed at all, just an overall hairy man. He’s got the prettiest happy trail from his navel to his dick that makes his eyes roll when you drag your nails across it. If it made you uncomfortable he’d make an effort to trim.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate, wants you to know just how much you mean to him. Even when he’s being rough with you he makes sure that your comfort is priority. Talks you through it.

You’re face down, ass up, just the way he likes it. Your thighs tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm, pussy practically drooling for him as your slick dribbles down the plushness of them.

It’s a sight that Logan could never get tired of. 

His fingers rub soothing circles around your sensitive clit, gathering your wetness between two fingers and listening to your breath hitch when he replaces them with his cock, lightly prodding at your entrance.

“How we feelin’ princess?” He asks, coating his length with your juices. 

You mumble praise into the pillow, and sure he can hear it with his enhanced senses, but that’s not the point—he wants you loud and clear.

Gently he lifts you off the bed, a strong arm around your waist as he rocks himself between your swollen folds, lips trailing at your ear as your head rolls back.

“Come on doll, I need to be able to hear you,” he breathes. “Tell me what you want.”

Your hands grab at his arm, a desperate whine on your lips. “Fuck me, please.”

His chuckle reverberates in your ear. “That’s my girl.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he was younger and still learning how to fight his animal instincts, absolutely. Nowadays he doesn’t really think about it, but occasionally Logan will struggle with keeping his thoughts off of you, especially when you’re wearing something nice and he doesn’t have the time to drag you back to the bedroom. 

He’d prefer if you were the one touching him, but his hand will do for now, if at the very least to hold him over until you get home.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise - Like mentioned before, adores talking you through it. Favorite nicknames for you are princess, baby, and sweetheart, and his voice in your ear is like heaven.

Pain Kink - BIG masochist. Use him like a scratching post, he loves it. He’ll never admit it but if you bite his lip hard enough to bleed he’ll moan like a whore.

Primal Play - Come on now, the man is an animal at the best of times and downright feral at the worst. This extends beyond the bedroom too, he’s very protective of his mate girlfriend and would move mountains for her.

Breeding - This is an extension of his primal play, he adores filling you up with his cum, whether or not you get pregnant. Something about the sight of it just screams at him like a claim that only he can give you. It’s his cum that paints your pussy, and no one else gets to have that honor.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ideally the bedroom but he’s one of those people that couldn’t care less, if he wants you he wants you. It’s going to be up to you to be the voice of reason, and if that fails? Better learn to keep your volume down.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Domestic acts, making him feel like a normal man rather than the weapon the world wants him to be. 

Making him breakfast? His hands are playing with your hips the whole time, whispering sweet nothings against the skin of your neck, swaying to the imaginary rhythm he sets. Cleaning the countertops? He drapes his wide frame across your back, pinning you to the cold granite while he tells you how good your ass looks in your pants, heavy hands making it known just how much he appreciates your attire. Bring him breakfast in bed in nothing but an apron? He’s pulling you into the sheets and not letting you go until you’re screaming his name.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

As much as a masochist he is, the last thing he’d ever do is hurt you. The most you could ever convince him to do is manhandling you or spanking, but the moment he senses anything but enjoyment he’s on his knees apologizing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Y’all remember what Doja Cat said about big noses? 

If he passes out between your legs he’ll die smiling, if he makes you pass out then he’s never going to let you hear the end of it. Very likely to overstimulate you until you’re pushing him off you, only to pin your hips down and keep on going. Enjoys palming your thighs and burying his face as far into your pussy as he can, his philosophy is if you can still speak he’s not doing well enough.

As for him, he becomes so submissive when you suck him off. It’s the only time he’s guaranteed to let you take the reins, he prefers watching you work rather than taking over. Tucks your hair back, strokes your head, whispers how good you make him feel and how your mouth feels like heaven. When he cums he’ll ask you to open your mouth before swallowing and the sight of your cum-stained lips gets him hard like nothing else.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Normally very sensual, can easily change with the drop of a hat. Long, deep strokes that reach all the right places and make you see stars. Massive service top vibes, one of those lovers that always knows what you need at the moment (he totally can’t hear your heart pounding in your chest, no sir.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes, and proud to admit it too. Always promises that he’ll be quick, but it never is. He can’t help it, y’know? You make him feel too good.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, but the catch is you have to tell him. You can throw him every hint in the world but he won’t so much as touch you until you use your words. Logan likes hearing how desperate you are, he’s a bit mean like that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Why would you ever bother asking that? His limit is when you decide to tap out, if even that. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Didn’t really understand and thought you were insulting him at first by offering to use toys in the bedroom. It wasn’t until you gave him a show that he realized just how much he was missing before.

If anything, he doesn’t feel the need to use them on you, but loves watching you use them on yourself.

The small toy buzzes in your hand, the sound of it ringing loudly in the four walls you call a bedroom. Soft sighs accentuated by needy whines, baby pink sheets snaking around your soft thighs, the muffled sounds of your moans when you bite your lip—

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Logan says, mesmerized at the view, eyes glued to where the vibrator meets your swollen clit. He palms at the tent in his jeans, cock twitching when your back arches off the bed with a cry of his name.

He can fucking smell it—your arousal, your need—it makes him drunk, intoxicated off your pleasure. It makes his throat go dry, makes him want to crawl over you and keep you locked beneath him, greedily wringing out every last bit of it.

Your voice cuts through the fog of carnality, a gentle distraction from the beast that threatens to break loose with every passing second.

“Enjoying the view?”

He can only bring himself to nod.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s such a fucking tease it’s unreal, but he’s also very impatient. It leads to moments where you’ve been edged for so long that tears are brimming your eyes, and when you look at him with those puppy-dog eyes he can’t bring himself to hold off any longer, all previous plans discarded in favor of folding you in half and exposing your puffy cunt to his hungry gaze.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He gets louder and louder the longer you go on as his animal side overpowers him. He’s no stranger to noise but when he’s deep inside you he can’t help but resort to grunts and growls of your name, makes it known just how good you feel wrapped around his cock.

I personally like the idea that because of his mutation he follows mating rituals like real wolverines do, so if you’re into that he’s extra loud during mating season, to the point that he has to bury his face into your neck or else the whole building will hear him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Likes it when you wear his clothes because they smell like you afterward. Encourages you to do so, and maybe hides your shirts during laundry day as an excuse (but he’ll never admit it.) When you’re not around he’ll even hold the fabric to his nose and take a deep inhale, imagining it was you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As mentioned before, an overall hairy man. Strong muscles with a healthy layer of fat, likes to laugh at you when you bury your face between his tits because they’re nice and soft.

When it comes to his dick he leaves nothing to be desired—it’s heavy, like real heavy. Nice and girthy with a fat tip that makes your breath catch in your chest every time he glides it in, the slap of his balls against your ass soon following suit. A nice pretty pink with a couple of veins running throughout.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Always when he’s around you, but trained enough to know there’s a time and place. If he had his way you’d never leave his house, but that’s also his protective nature talking.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Likes watch you fall asleep first to make sure you’re safe and sound—a bit paranoid and overprotective in that sense, but he can’t really help it. You’re the best thing that’s happened to him, so it calms him down to know that you’re not going anywhere. Once he’s sure you’re alright he’ll go to sleep, preferably with you on his chest.

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Study Sessions

PAIRING: Sam x Fem!Reader GENRE: Smut (18+ CONTENT) TO NOTE/WARNINGS: PWP, cockwarming, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), Dom!Sam manhandling poor reader, dirty talk, not betaread WORD COUNT: 1k PROMPT: 14) library sex for those dark academia vibes A/N: Thanks @deanwinchestersgirl8734 for requesting this one! I have to get a bunch of these out, so I will try my best to make them a bit shorter. Sorry for the wait. CREDIT & LINKS: dividers by cafekitsune ─〃★ join the taglist ─〃★ Sam Masterlist

All you did was shift, ever so slightly. Your position wasn’t exactly comfortable and the throbbing ache between your legs was starting to drive you insane.

Large hands immediately responded to your subtle squirm, Sam’s hold on you tightening to stop your movement. Though you bit your lower lip, you couldn’t help but whimper.

“I told you to hold still, baby,” Sam sighed in disapproval. “I’m trying to concentrate.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, which honestly sounded more like a sob than an apology.

Not that Sam seemed to care. Or if he did, he didn’t show it. For all you knew he was probably grinning to himself, all proud of turning you into such a mess without even doing anything.

Soft rustling of paper echoed off the walls as Sam flipped to the next page and continued reading.

Not fair.

Technically, this was Sam’s fault anyway. He couldn’t possibly blame you for getting twitchy.

Your legs were aching, in the best way possible. Who knows how much time has passed, how long you’ve been sitting in his lap like this. It felt like hours at this point. Hours of him keeping you right there, your legs spread out over his thighs, his cock nestled right inside of you.

You felt so damn full, the stretch both delicious and agonizing.

This started as a simple joke, him teasing you for being so needy, you teasing him for paying more attention to his books. When he claimed he could do both, you challenged him to prove it. What started with you thinking you had the upper hand and could make him snap ended with you teetering on the edge.

“Sammy,” you whined.

“Shh, just one more chapter,” Sam cooed softly. His thumb rubbed circled over your hip, but the touch wasn’t soothing whatsoever. Not when his length was bruising your cervix, making you crave anything. Literally anything. A grind, a thrust, some form of stimulation.

Sweat was sticking to your forehead already from accomodating his girth, cockwarming him for way too long. Your patience was running thin, so the complaint left your lips before you thought it through: “You already said that like ten minutes ago!”

“Such a greedy brat,” Sam grumbled in response.

Suddenly, he snapped his hips forward, somehow pushing even deeper into you. You gasped, almost jolting were it not for his large arm encircling your waist from behind and pulling you down on him.

The sensation had your toes curl. He made you feel every inch and you were much more sensitive than you anticipated.

“Can’t even sit still for a while and let me do my job,” Sam scolded, discarding his book and reaching out to your center instead. His hand nudged its way between your thighs, long fingers finding your swollen clit like it was second nature.

You hissed softly, throwing your head back against his shoulder. Another sob escaped you when he rubbed tight circles over the bundle of nerves, pace relentless and pressure too rough to handle.

“S-Sam, slow down,” you cried. Your shaky fingers encircled his wrist, but you stood no chance against his strength.

“You wanted my full attention, now you have it,” Sam reminded you, his voice hot and heavy in your ear. “Bit off more than you could chew, didn’t you?”

Your thighs were shaking, held open by Sam’s knees. His hot mouth found home in the curve of your neck, licking and biting hungrily. All while he continued thrusting in and out of you, each stroke making you see stars.

His name was suddenly the only word you could remember, a chant you repeated like a prayer while you clenched around him.

Suddenly Sam lifted you off his lap and you would’ve whined at the loss of contact, were it not for him bending you over and pinning you against the bookshelf. You gripped onto the wood for dear life and for a split second worried it would give out under your shove. Your concerns were wiped from your mind the second Sam lined up at your dripping entrance.

“This what you wanted?,” he huffed, coating his length with your essence by gliding it through your folds deliberately. “Distracting me so I’ll fuck you stupid?”

You could only nod weakly, which had Sam fist at your hair and pull you back against him. You nearly lost your balance, grasping at the shelf last second and knocking down a couple of books in the process.

“Yes, Sam,” you corrected yourself desperately, “Need you— Please.”

He chuckled briefly, his lips grazing your temple in a rewarding peck. “Wasn’t so hard now, was it? Now hold on tight f’me.”

With that last warning, you barely managed to steady yourself before he drove back into you, deep and relentless, nearly making you buckle. Even after feeling him inside for such a long time, you could never really get used to this feeling. If anything, he’s rendered you tender and sensitive, the slightest movement feeling like straight up lightning now.

You were gushing over his pulsating cock before you knew it, legs shaking under you and your whole body tightening. Sam held you close, dragging out your high until you basically slumped in his embrace. With one more final thrust, he stilled within you, white warmth spilling into you.

Despite being dizzy, you nodded when Sam asked you if you were okay. Your body felt beyond exhausted, but you managed to stay upright as he slowly pulled out of you and ran a soothing hand over your hair.

“Good study session,” you joked weakly, a tired, lazy smile on your lips as you peeked at him from over your shoulder.

“And I’m not nearly done yet,” Sam chuckled between ragged breaths. He slumped back into the armchair, the leather creaking softly as he pulled you back into his lap.

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Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2,839

Summary: Sylus hates being away from his wife, always has.

Reader/Husband!Sylus w/ Breeding Kink

You're so close and you can't wait to be where you belong. It's always hard to leave your husband and your home behind for any reason, but you haven't seen your best friend in so long that the trip to see her was needed. After two weeks in your hometown, you were now in the car Sylus sent for you, getting closer to being in his arms again.

Your phone rings in your purse and you fish inside the bag to answer it. The photo of Luke and Kieran posing with the peace sign is the first thing you see, making you smile.

You press the phone to your ear after accepting the call. "Hey, guys. Everything okay?"

"No, everything is not," Kieran mumbles. "This is the longest two weeks I've ever experienced. Boss Man has been so moody."

"Please tell us you're almost here," Luke says plainly.

"You're not used to Sylus' moods by now?" you joke.

"Of course we are. But we will never get used to how flip-floppy he can be about you. It's gross, yet oddly adorable... Please don't tell him I said that," Kieran pleads.

"What's he doing?" you ask curiously.

"That's the thing. He's doing nothing," Luke answers.

"Since you've been gone, he's been to himself. I know what you're thinking. 'Isn't that typical of the Boss?' Well yes, you are 100% correct. At least typical behavior with us. Boss cannot be without you for more than a second if he can help it. Anyways," Kieran sighs. "He hasn't made a sarcastic comment, joke, or insult during your entire absence. He's been the most... "regular" since you told him you were coming home today and even more so to see you're two minutes away," Kieran adds.

"How do you—?"

"Oh, you must know that he has a tracker on you."

Of course Sylus tracks you. It's not necessarily surprising, just newfound information.

"Tell him I'm—"

"Open the door, open the door! She's here!" Kieran screeches.

Your phone beeps, indicating the call has been disconnected. Yours and Sylus' home come into view, and you feel so giddy inside. The driver rounds the small bend of the driveway, putting the car in park, and steps out of the vehicle to help with your bags. Before you can even get your fingers to the handle, your door opens.

You turn your head to the right to see you husband, the smallest but ever so meaningful smile on his face. He for sure used his Evol to get here as quick as he did because he was not present when the car pulled up. His hand is out, reaching for you. You slide yours into his and he's pulling you as politely as he can muster to bring you closer to him.

He's in his long sleeve brown top that you bought him a few months ago and his tailored black slacks, making him represent the perfect combination of comfy and classy like he always does.

He doesn't say a word, not at first. Immediately when he has you close enough, his hand cups the side of your head and he dips his to kiss your lips. The kiss is hungry and desperate. He doesn't give a damn who's around and who's watching him suck your tongue into his mouth.

This is his house, his choice, and most of all, his fucking woman.

He growls and you feel the rumble in his chest vibrate against your own with how pressed together you are.

"Sylus—" You try and speak, but he's engulfing your mouth with even more vigor as if your voice has only spurred him on more.

He realizes he needs to let you breathe, knows that he's likely making your whole body flush with embarrassment, but he can't seem to care. It's only when you bite down on his lip a little too hard, forcing him to pull back, does he finally look into your eyes.

You can barely breathe and just like he thought, your cheeks are tinged red and you're breathing deeply. You lick your lips, your smile uncontainable when his piercing red eyes bore into your large ones.

"My apologies, kitten," he finally speaks. "Can you blame your husband for being so eager?" His thumb trails your lips, mixing his saliva and yours.

"I missed you too, handsome," you respond once your breath finally stabilizes. The driver announces that he'll be on his way, and you close your eyes as if it'll make you disappear, hoping that he didn't pay attention to the way Sylus kissed you.

Who are you kidding? Even if the poor old man didn't look, he definitely heard it and is most definitely judging a little bit.

Sylus makes the hesitant decision to separate from you for a moment to tip the driver before he departs. He thanks the both of you, tipping his hat, and you two watch the red headlights depart away from your home after he got inside the car.

Sylus gets close to you again, seemingly ready to take you right here on the driveway pavement, but Luke and Keiran come running out the house, exclaiming with happiness that you're back.

"Thank god you're here. Please, fix him," Kieran exclaims.

Sylus sighs, shaking his head at his—what he deems—ridiculous behavior, but if you were in their shoes, you're sure you would've been feeling the same way.

"Bring her bags inside. Take a car and one of my cards for the next few days. Don't come back until I instruct you to," Sylus commands and all of you damn near snap your necks to look at him.

The twins chuckle, nudging at each other before throwing your husband a loud "yes sir". They both make quick moves to grab your things and Sylus holds your hand as he guides you into your shared lavish home. Kieran is the first back out the door after showing Sylus what card he took, and Luke shuts the door behind himself after following his brother's lead.

"Why are they leaving?" you ask, but you know the answer. How could you not?

Sylus tilts his head in amusement, licking his lips. "Are you hungry?"

"Not particularly..." you breathe.

"Hm," he hums. The radiant glow of the descending sun is the only light you have to see his face, to see the mischief he has written all over it. "But I am, sweetie. A treat such as yourself could satiate a hungry man like me."

He kisses you again, barely giving you the chance to respond. He's quick to kiss your jaw, then your neck. His tongue traces your skin, holding you up so that you don't crumble before him.

"Do you know how insane I've been without you?" He bites the section where your neck and shoulder meet. "The way I ached for you..." He inhales your scent deeply. "It must be what Ares felt when he was separated from Aphrodite."

Your body shudders. He chuckles smugly at that. "Tell your husband how much you missed him, kitten."

Your hand snakes up to trail into his white-gray hair. He sucks on the places he knows makes your panties flood, decorating your neck with love bites. "I missed you so much," you tell him truthfully through your lust. "Thought about you every day..."

"You did, did you?" he teases, peeling your cardigan down your shoulders. "I don't know, I'm not convinced. Perhaps actions truly do speak louder than words. Shall we put it to the test?"

As if you weigh nothing, he picks you up and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. You've seen this man lift couches over his shoulder as if he was moving a single bag of groceries. It's insane— and it makes you want to let him do every filthy thing possible to you.

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Sylus brought the both of you to the upstairs bathroom and you stand behind him like a lost puppy as he cuts the water on, steam pooling out of the grand shower. He removes his clothes first and you watch as every single article of clothing is thrown to the side. You can't help but to stare at his cock, hard and standing tall.

He then approaches you, gently peeling off your own clothing. After you're naked before him, he takes you inside to stand beneath the pouring stream of water. "Tell me about your trip."

Behind you, you hear movements as your voice shakily attempts to tell him what you and your friend did while you were away. He hums every so often in response, to let you know that he really is listening. Then his large hands come into view in front of you. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, not sure of what he's getting ready to do. Your words are cut off when his hands grab handfuls of your breasts, making you arch your back, and your ass press against his aching cock.

He groans as the soap begins to lather, as he runs his hands all over you. Your soaped breasts are his erotic sight. His wedding ring trails over your nipple as he massages you, causing you to call out his name.

"Don't stop, kitten," he whispers lowly. "Keep going."

"Sylus, please..." you beg. You know exactly what you want from him, but to put it into words feels impossible.

"Please, what? Speak to me. Tell me what you want." He licks your ear.

"Please... I need you."

He tsks, bringing his head down to kiss your shoulder. "I'm a man who requires details before I act. Tell me more."

"I need you to fuck me... I need you inside of me," you beg sheepishly.

"My good girl," he praises. "But what about me? You left your poor husband all alone. What about what I need?"

"What do you need? I'll do anything.."

"Anything?" he chuckles and you feel him smirk against your neck.

He grabs your wrists, pinning them behind you with his Evol. You're thrown off and the whole shower is long forgotten when mixes of black and red energy constrict your wrists. He kneels in front of you, taking your foot and bracing it on the shower bench.

"Then feed your husband, sweetie." His mouth attacks your hot cunt, your soft curls tickling his nose as he ravages you. His tongue is skilled and determined as he drinks your juices like a man on the verge of dehydration. You shake and writhe, struggling to stand upright. But Sylus has you, he'll never let you fall.

His hands grab at your ass, pulling you closer as he sucks your throbbing clit into his mouth.

"Baby... I can't, holy fuck.." you pant, moaning and whining. Your sounds echo off the tile walls and with no one here, you have zero hesitancy to be loud.

"You can," he encourages through heavy breaths. "You said you'd do anything. So, be good for me and let me taste my sweet wife's cum."

His words are filthy and so fulfilling. You want to touch him, want to press him deeper, but your bound hands prevent you like a punishment. Your orgasm approaches and he can feel you constrict around his tongue, making his efforts double.

You can't even warn him that you're about to come because it hits you before you're even ready. Your thighs shake, your body nearly doubles over, and your pussy sings for him as he swallows all of you down. He kisses your weeping cunt as you start to come down then you jolt when he licks at your sensitive clit one last time.

"Please, Sylus baby. I want to touch you. I need to feel you.." You look down at him and he kisses your thighs, then your stomach, all the way up to your wet breasts.

"Maybe you have a gift, my sweet." He licks his lips, biting them as if he'd needs another fix of the ambrosia between your legs. "Your actions and your words could move mountains."

He kisses you and your hands are still bound. You taste your heady scent on his tongue, but you're so frustrated that it nearly brings you to tears. He senses this, knows this, and the relief that washes over you as your hands are released is inexplicable. You immediately grab at his neck, then his hair. You just want to be close to him.

He lifts you up, pressing your back against the cool tile wall, but your body is so hot that the pinch of cold fades immediately. "Put me in, kitten," he looks into your eyes. "Bring me home."

You nod feverishly, looking down between the two of you. His cock is leaking. If you don't get him inside you now, you're convinced you will actually cry.

You wrap your hand around his thick length, feeling the veins that will be inside you in milliseconds. He helps you, jutting his hips forward and the tip of him opens you up like a flower. You gasp, biting your lip as he gets deeper, as you and him become one.

He starts to rock his hips and his pace is excruciatingly slow. "I want to put my baby inside you," he admits as his hips start to increase in speed, giving you what you need. The declaration makes you clench around him.

"Does my wife like that?" he presses his forehead to yours. "My baby in your stomach, my ring on your finger, my money in your pockets. Everything I am, everything I own, it belongs to you, doesn't it?"

Your emotions are at an all time high. "Yes... I want it. I want to have your baby, Sylus..." You can barely speak right.

"You'd do me the honor, wouldn't you? You'd let me fill you with my cum until it's leaking out of you, then you'd let me fuck it back into all over again until it takes."

His tip kisses your cervix ever so lightly as he slams into you with purpose. The sound of skin slapping together is orgasm inducing and your flesh ripples deliciously in his hands. He uses his Evol for a moment to keep you up and still as one of his hands comes to your stomach, pressing down. "You can feel me, hm? Feel how well we fit? We know how perfect we are together. Let's find out how even better we are when we mix."

You need it. You want it. You crave it. You need to have the family you and him have always talked about. And you need his cum so desperately that you'd get on your knees and beg. But you don't need to beg. Not when he's more than willing to give.

His hands come back to you and his thrusts become stronger, more ruthless, and your body welcomes every brutal motion. "Hold it," he demands as he feels you tighten uncontrollably. And you do. You hold it like your life depends on it.

He caresses your flushed cheek. "My sweet kitten. You listen so well for me, don't you?" You nod quickly, unable to speak to the man who's taking your breath away.

"Listen well for me one more time." His cock pulses and each vein massages the inside of you. "Come for me again. Reward your husband."

You don't need to be asked again as you scream for him, your body relieved to let out what it could no longer hold. Sylus knows how much you need him, need contact, so he brings you close and you grab at him while he groans in your ear, his own release painting your walls and filling you up. You're astounded that he's not falling to the floor because if it were you depending on your legs right now, you'd be a melted mess as much as you are in his arms.

You feel how his cum warms you. With bated breath, you tilt back your head to see your husband not as collected as you initially believed. He's just as much of a mess as you are. His cheeks and ear tips are red and his hard chest is rising and falling in quick succession. Even now, he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. He brings you both to the bench, sitting on it with him still nestled deeply inside of you.

The water has been running the whole time, likely cold but you and him couldn't care less. You rest your head on his shoulder.

"Staying together like this could increases our chances of pregnancy, no?" he whispers before kissing your head.

You chuckle. "I hope so."

“I really did miss you,” he mumbles into your hair. “Deeply.”

It's quiet for a moment. "I did, too.” You kiss his chest. “And I meant it, Sylus. I really do want that, want this. To start a family with you."

"I meant it too, my love. Every last word."

"Yeah?"

"Of course." He cups your face to bring your pretty eyes to him. "And I don't plan on stopping until it happens."

It already made sense why he had the twins leave, but now? It definitely makes sense. You would not know rest these next few days and you couldn't think of a better way to be welcomed home.

[sleepyjuice]

Request, after fratboy!jj writes your name on his dick (with sharpie ofc like a dumbass) you help him get it off but the stimulation makes him cum

EEEEKKKKKDJ his dumbass!!!!

“Why the fuck did you use sharpie?!”

“You know, I didn’t think that part through.”

You rolled your eyes for what was probably the twentieth time in the past ten minutes as you walked back into JJ’s bedroom from the slightly disgusting frat house bathroom carrying a warm, wet washcloth with soap.

“You gotta admit, it’s hot though, right?” He grinned at you as he sat on the foot of his bed, clad only in a t-shirt and his boxers.

“Yes,” you sighed, kneeling down by JJ’s feet as you gestured for him to pull off his boxers. “But the fact that you used permanent marker is not. I don’t even think it’s gonna come all the way off.”

He obliged, pulling his boxers off and revealing his soft dick, your name big and bold along his shaft. This was such a JJ thing to do and you could tell his intentions were to make you feel special in his own JJ type of way.

“Well, just do what ya can,” he looked down at you with an endearing smile. “Totally worth it though, got you on your knees for me.” He half joked, wiggling his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes once again, swatting his bare thigh as you grabbed his cock, feeling it immediately begin to stiffen, growing harder by the second.

You couldn’t help but blush. Regardless of the situation, the fact that you just had to get on your knees and lightly touch your boyfriend’s dick to get him hard made you feel all warm inside.

With a fake annoyed hum, you began gently rubbing the washcloth along JJ’s cock, careful to not be too rough and hurt him but using enough pressure to hopefully make some progress on removing the ink.

JJ’s stomach tightened immediately as you worked away on his dick, swallowing thickly as he attempted to keep his composure, even though at this point, he was fully hard.

“Well, I guess it is easier with you being hard…” you mumbled, staying focused on the task at hand. You really did not want to have sex with JJ while there was sharpie on his dick, so the sooner you got it off, the better.

“Mhm.” Was all he said in response, his fists clenching the sheets at his sides, his breathing becoming a bit heavier the more you rubbed his cock.

The warmth and the wetness of the washcloth was a nice enough feeling on its own, but the sight of you on your knees beneath him, brows furrowed in concentration and seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was getting off on this was bringing him close to nutting all over your hands.

And that’s exactly what happened.

“I think it’s starting to— oh!” You gasped as JJ let out a loud and shaky moan, his eyes widening as he met your shocked expression, taking you by complete surprise as he came in thick spurts all over your hands as well as the washcloth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted, reaching down to cup your face. “I didn’t think— yeah… felt so good, baby, ‘m sorry.” He apologized, squeezing your cheeks lightly in his large hands, his own face slightly flushed, eyes glossy as he finished coming down from his unexpected orgasm.

You were quiet for a moment before you giggled loudly, shaking your head at your boyfriend as you wiped your hands clean with the apparent magic washcloth.

It was hard to ignore the blood that rushed to your center, thighs clenching absentmindedly as you fully realized everything that had happened. You just accidentally made him cum.

“JJ—“

“I know, I know,”

“Hey. That was hot, you’re fine, it’s okay.” You giggled again, but spoke firmly to assure him. You knew he was embarrassed and nervous he had upset you, but you weren’t upset in the slightest.

“Oh yeah?” He smirked lazily at you, his demeanor shifting once he realized you weren’t upset, rather the opposite.

“Yeah, but don’t get all cocky, you just nutted from me cleaning your dick.” You challenged, slowly standing up.

“Valid point.” he reached for your waist, pulling you onto the bed and laying you onto your back. He lowered himself onto his stomach, quickly reaching for the hem of your soft shorts and sliding them down your legs.

He positioned himself between your legs, his face inches away from your pussy as he spread your thighs, the only barrier being your quickly dampening panties.

“Let me say thank you for doing such a good job then.”

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Hello! Hope you're having a nice day. If you're taking requests, could i ask for Dae-Ho x male reader? Thank you! :)

“ I know you wanna kiss me-“

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Genre: Smut

Kang Dae-ho X Male!Reader

Cautions/Warnings: Praise kink, Enemies to (not) lovers, Teasing, Hair pulling, hand job, Dae-ho pops a boner and you’re the most decent person to help.

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Pain swirled inside your ankle, a purple mark forming there. You just had to twist it , didn’t you.

the previous game left a huge mark on you, a large turning compartment in the middle of the room.

Mingle, that’s what it was called.

People fighting for their life’s, shoving and pushing innocent (or not) people into the ground, that includes you. Getting slammed to the hard ground froze you on the spot, the pain coming in waves.

You would had died. If it wasn’t for the man , whom you had bothered the past days of being in this hell hole, saved you.

Getting out of his own way to drag your limp body into the blood covered room.

Dae-ho, Cheery despite the situation, cracking jokes but remains serious when needed. You didn’t know him outside these games, but being divided into two groups, ‘x and o’ , you had no choice but to dislike them.

You voted to stay inside the games, the debt and reality of the outside world crashing down on you. It was stupid , voting for your own death.

You had every reason to thank him endlessly for giving you another chance at life, bowing towards him.

Despite the brawls the two of you got in, he shook the past aside , reassuring that ‘you would do the same for him.’

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The bed you resided on was comfortable enough to rest on, the metal underneath the thin material digging into you.

The state your foot was left in wasn’t half bad , considering it had been a couple hours since then.

The bruise still contrast to your skin.

Rice mushing around your mouth, the flavour dull as you could taste the fork more than the food.

Swashing it down with a bottle of milk.

Your bottom became sore after sitting on it for the past hours , during the time passing you had been accept into this little group.

Diverse people combined into one alliance, to stop the games. The new faces marking a memory in your head.

A few of them offering their bread and milk towards you and another young girl.

Flustered under their gazes, smiling accepting the offer with a thanks.

Sluggishly nibbling the crust, zoning in and out of conversations. You tried your best to not get attached to them, dreadfully knowing sooner or later you’ll all die.

Despite the Traumatic scenes that unfolded Infront of all of you, one person lifted the mood.

The smiling marine kept making advances towards you, keeping you company.It was sweet, the two of you talking about the past and hopes for whatever future you could get.

Guilt crept at you, apologizing for the harm you caused.

“This place can make a person crazy.” Patting your upper thigh as he spoke,” I don’t blame you, we were on different sides only trying to survive.” His gaze felt heavy, lowering your own head, attention drifting to the ,used to be, white shoes.

“If I could..” stammering the words out,” In any way- I would repay you.” Your leg involuntary bouncing.

He paid no response, staring off into the distance, eyes glinting with uncertainty.

The silence between you guys hadn’t flatter, even with the voices and shouts in the background.

You guys sat like that until an announcement rang, lights dimming as the hallway lights shined through, casting a glow just enough to navigate.

Having the need to stay up, you accepted the challenge of fighting sleep to keep watch. Nestling yourself in between two bunk beds.

The night rolling on , countless snores and conversations could be heard.

An hour in of keeping guard, flinching when a hand slapped your shoulder, suddenly becoming aware of your surroundings.

Dramatically exhaling as the familiar face appeared before you. “Ah..you scared me.”

A nervous chuckle left him, slotting himself beside you. He felt off, energy leeching off of him.

You had notice the way he slumped, eyes twitching to get a glimpse of you, fingers digging into his pants.

Neither of you spoke, stealing ‘risky’ glances towards each other. It went on like that , before he finally got the courage to voice his thoughts.

“I .. have a problem..” concern adorned you, had he been hurt last game? , whispering your question.

Getting a shake of a head left you wondering what happened. “I was just thinking..you were the only one who could help.”

Biting his lip, gulping as he muttered.

Barely hearing it, kindly asking him to speak up a bit.

Locking his eyes onto you, “ It’s.. uhm-“ cutting himself off, licking his lips as a habit.

Letting the quietness settle before speaking, “ D-down..theree.” Dragging the ‘e’ to a halt.

Huh.. taking a peak downwards, curiosity getting the better of you. Eyes slightly widening, catching the bulge between his legs. Wow.

Now..what would a rational person do in this situation. Kindly turn down the offer. But you were not rational.

Turning your body to the side, bringing your gaze to his face, making eye contact.

It had suddenly become too hot in this place. Feeling your face tingling from his attention.

“Oh..” there was practically butterflies swooning inside you, he wants you to help him.

He was quick to apologize for making you uncomfortable, steadily getting up, bowing towards you. He knew he shouldn’t have asked..

But before he could get away , a hand grabbed onto his loose shirt, pulling the other closer to you.

The feeling of arousal pooling inside you, whispering so that no one but you two could hear.

“I would love to help you.” Was it the fact you pitted him for popping a boner out of all places, maybe , he was rather cute, a perfect face to be ruined by you.

He was shocked to say the least, trying to regain composure only to be pushed to the bed farthest away.

You kept on your feet , despite just recovering from the injury you endured,while he was seated.

Greedy hands exploring his body, flushed face inches away from you. He was so close to your lips he can feel your breath.

It was awkward in the moment, as he never was this close to you, he shyly thanked you for doing this for him.

You could only smile, the soft lights shining both of you, silhouettes dancing on the walls.

muttering , “I told you I would repay you..” eyes wandering across his face, noticing every detail you could drink up.

Becoming shy under such gaze, the other melted into the comfort of the bed.

Trailing your hands downwards, ruffling the stained tracksuit. Your body moving with your hands, dropping to your knees.

The soft thud bouncing off the arena, the rough floor digging into the your flesh.

He was like jelly under your touch, folding as skilled hands gripped his waist, every touch riling him up more.

Breathe fawning his clothed bulge, it was like you were examining him. He peered at you, mouth agape.

He nearly yelped as you lunged frontwards, throwing his palm to silence the sounds.

You sat there knees spread slightly aprat, mouthing the fabric, saliva seeping through the material, the warm wetness lubricating himself.

His other hand shakily made its way to your head, softly resting on the head of hair. You didn’t want it just sitting there.

Roughly grabbing his fingers to thread the locks, swapping your tongue out to cause a reaction out of him, the sensation made his fingers grip.

Muffled apologies hidden behind his palm, neck tense from how he contained himself.

You continued to torment the poor guy, keeping his junk in his pants. He was frustrated and sensitive to the touch.

Mouth kept working towards him, pants dark from the amount of spit on it, outlining his length.

He couldn’t even do anything about it, he couldn’t scream and beg you to touch him, that would end bad.

Left to squirm and whine in his seat.

After you felt decent about your work, pulling yourself away, admiring him.

“Try to be quiet, ay?” It was a statement, you couldn’t have him moaning into the air, not when you knew the other people now.

Shoving your hand into the tracksuit, slipping through the others boxers,

Feeling the pre-cum drip down along with your spit, creating the perfect natural lube.

Steadily dragging downwards and up, purring sweet nothings, “ Aw, hold on a little longer..” slipping up and down, fastening the pace. “You’re doing so good for me.”

Your words went straight to his head, not the one on-top his shoulders.

The hand he chose to mouth on had a red mark, the other settled into your locks of hair, tightening and letting loose.

Sounds of desperation could be heard if someone listened too intently.

It was too much , the soft padding of your hand left him a mess. You kept reducing the speed before fastening it up, the stimulation was overbearing.

Finger playing with his angry tip, the touch as light as a feather, yet it had him stuttering. “Mm- m-more..”

He was heavy in your hand, was practically throbbing.

“ You deserve it ..don’t you?” You were playing with him, watching the desperate head nods.

Continuing to stoke him, leading him to Chase his high , thrusting into your hand.

Bed ever so slightly squeaking with the weight of his body moving up and down.

You let him rut into you like a dog, his hair tie loosening up, hair pieces flowing out.

You let him rock his hips in your hold, only choosing to add pressure back and forth.

Dick twitching, incoherent words stammering into the air. “Please.. I’m so c-close..”

Taking pity, you began to move with him, lining the timing perfectly.

He basically humped your hand, gripping your hair , moving you along with him. Letting him to use your body.

His stomach held a pit that kept growing, throwing his head backwards, biting his hand to keep silent.

The body movement he made told you he was close, moving your hand the fastest you can, the sounds encouraging you onward.

He spoke your name like a prayer, face flushed with the amount of heat he felt, the urge to just say fuck it and throw you onto the bed.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t wanna do that, despite all the people. Images flashed through him, he didn’t think he could imagine such things.

Your mouth on him as he fucked your face, he would be the one setting the pace, not you.

He could feel himself twitch.

Breathe ragged as he let himself spill into you, pulsing in your hand, body becoming limp in the hold.

Sitting there before slowly moving, long breaths leaving him.

The feeling of your hand leaving, taking the warmth with you. He whimpered from lost of contact like a kicked puppy.

Instead of wiping the evidence away, you decided to lick at it, swirling the liquid away into your warm mouth.

He was left agape , eyes focused on the way your tongue came out to lap it up, head tilted towards him, fluttering your eyes at him.

That’s one way to get rid of it.

The saltiness was bittersweet.

Latching off with a pop, moving to your feet, legs sore from sitting down. Guiding the other into you, lips finding his.

Nipping at him, slotting your tongue inside , letting the taste of bitterness sweep all over.

Moans vibrated through the both of you, hands finding what it can to ground into.

A shout had you yanking away, fearing you had hurt the other man.

“I didn’t see anything.” Slowly turning to the side, making eye contact you didn’t want to make with the most nonchalant man you ever met.

Greeting him with a ,”Good morning Young-il..”

You didn’t expect that scream to lead to that face.

———

I did not finish this when i said i would ❤️

[uolarieclosed]

lee heeseung ☆ ! if you let me

━━━ in which you make quite the impression on lee heeseung who became head over heels in love with you …

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who first fell in love with you when you punched him in the face for being rude.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who couldn’t stop smiling while his friends took him to the infirmary. despite getting his shit rocked, he remembered your pretty face.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who really confirmed his feelings after you apologized with a pack of frozen peas upon seeing the large bruise forming around his eye.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who started pestering you everyday to go on a date with him.

“it’s just ice cream, jongseob told me you liked pistachio and i know a really good place.” heeseung followed you around the classroom. “you mean the same jongseob you were being an asshole to?” you halt, facing heeseung with a scowl—and he swore he felt his heart explode.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who finally got you on a date and was beyond ecstatic. however he’s never been more nervous; pacing around his room looking for the perfect outfit and standing in front of the mirror practicing his greeting to you.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who had to resist the urge to not kiss you after walking you to your door, but he was even more shocked when you kissed him on the cheek, running into your house.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who met you at your locker the next morning, handing you the latte he argued with a freshman over.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who writes down every little thing you tell him. ranging from your favorite foods to your sibling’s birthdays.

“you remembered?” you open the gift box that held your favorite lipstick inside—knowing it had been discontinued. “i listen to everything you say.” you wrap your arms around him, muttering a thank you.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who keeps his hand in your back pocket wherever you two go out and when he wants your attention, he spins you around by your belt hoop.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who holds your things over his head to get you riled up.

“you’re gonna have to jump higher than that angel.” he laughs while standing on his tippy toes.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who will embarrass himself for your entertainment. such as dancing to your favorite songs in public, letting you try your new makeup products on him, and allowing you recite all of the texts he sends you to your friends.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who gets more affectionate and clingy when he drinks too much at a party he shouldn’t have been at.

“have you always looked this beautiful?” “i can’t believe you’re all mine.” “i think i want you to have all of my children.” “shut up heeseung.”

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who wraps his embroidered uniform tie around you so no one even thinks of approaching you when he isn’t around.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who falls asleep with you in class so both of you get in trouble and he can sneak a couple kisses in detention.

“it’s just us angel, the teacher left a while ago.” heeseung tightens his hold around your waist, keeping you on his lap while he leans in with a cocky smirk.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who shows up at your house in the middle of the night with bloodied knuckles and a torn lip. he jokes about how it reminds him of the day you punched him, to which you scold him.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who knows he’s a pain in the ass but he would do anything for you.

© 2024 uolarie

[heesdreamer]

Forgotten Consequences

PAIRING ➩ jake x reader (bsfs little brother au)

SUMMARY ➩ Your bestfriends little brother comes back from Australia and catches your attention despite knowing the consequences

WARNINGS ➩ ages aren’t specified but reader is a few years older than Jake and considers him “barely an adult”, RLLY ROUGH SM*T, like no joke it’s rough be warned, consent is there even though reader says no (she def wants it!), d*ddy is used sorry lol… this is straight up p*rn so there’s your warning. Jake is rough and borders obsessive

WC ➩ 5.7k

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ Not exactly pleased my return to the writing world is basically PWP lol but here it is… there’s a larger story here I’m considering writing so lmk if you’re interested. Sorry to keep you guys missing me, take this as an apology piece

“Your brother is a lot taller than I remember him being Chaeyoung.”

You briefly glanced over to the side once you heard Lily’s voice start to whisper, seeing her leaning into the other girls side as she tried to be as discreet as possible.

Both of them were staring out at something in the yard and you followed their gaze until you landed on Jake standing in the corner, picking up something off of the snack table and looking as bored as you felt at this ridiculous party.

“If you hook up with my little brother I’ll actually kill you.” Chaeyoung’s voice was flat and deadly serious but her face didn’t show any actual signs of caring about the conversation, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her drink before looking away and letting Lily lay on her shoulder.

Your eyebrow raised slightly at the interaction before your gaze was floating back over to the boy instinctively.

He hadn’t been home from the dance school in Australia long and this was only your second time seeing him since. You’d grown up together but you’d never paid him much mind outside of when Chaeyoung gave him funny makeovers and made him dance to girl group songs with you and your friends. Other than that he wasn’t necessarily somebody on your radar.

It was impossible to not notice the difference in him now.

Mainly the fact he was almost double the size he had been when he left, clearly hitting puberty now and apparently the gym considering how large his shoulders looked underneath the washed out black hoodie he was wearing.

He’d obviously gotten a new sense of style in his time away too and it was one that you were almost annoyingly attracted to. His hair was longer and stuck in his face most the time, earbuds peaking out from behind the dark strands whenever he pushed it back with his large hand and you could’ve sworn you’d posted the shoes he was currently wearing on your Instagram story a few months ago.

You watched him as he started to make his way back inside, completely ignoring the party going on around him and not even sparing a glance at the people in his backyard and living room.

When he was younger, he always wanted to be involved, especially when it had to do with Chaeyoung and your friends. You remember seeing her send him back up to his room dozens of times when he tried to hang out with you guys, always greeting you and the others enthusiastically.

A frown was forming on your face at his indifferent attitude before you were glancing back at your friends, glad to see they were lost in their own conversation and not noticing the way your eyes had been locked on your bestfriends little brother for the better part of the last ten minutes.

They were so distracted that they also didn’t notice the way you were scooting off of the outdoor bench, adjusting your skirt and balancing yourself slightly before you were heading inside and following the path you’d seen the younger boy taking. You were a bit thrown off when you entered the house again, the atmosphere a lot more intense and dizzying than the outside partygoers had been.

But you knew Jake wouldn’t have stuck around this type of environment long so you pushed your way through the crowd and continued on your way upstairs to where you knew he’d be, raising your fist and knocking on his door before you thought twice about it.

You froze up slightly at the speed in which he swung open his bedroom door, a heavy glare set on his face and you could hear music coming from deeper in the room, having seemingly abandoned his headphones. His eyes widened for just a second when he realized it was you in the hallway before he was forcing on an expression of indifference.

“Y/N? Whats up?” He was asking but his tone was lazy like he didn’t care, luckily you knew better and could clearly read the curiosity in his eyes.

You ignored his question and pushed into the room, taking a deep breath once inside before turning towards him with a raised eyebrow. He was sighing and closing the door behind you, leaning against it for a second once he realized what your expression was directed towards.

“You smoke?” You were finally speaking and he tensed at the sound of your voice, looking way more intimidating with the way he was lazily leaned against his door and accidentally trapping you inside the room. You took a seat on his bed and watched him curiously, waiting for an answer.

You didn’t necessarily need one considering you were now noticing how lazy his eyes were, gaze low and hazy as he stared at you sitting on his bed and the corner of his lips turned up into a half smirk at your stern voice and scolding demeanor.

“You gonna tell on me Y/N?” His tone was teasing now and you kept watching him as he pushed off the door, crossing the room until he was flopping back into his bed.

Luckily he kept some distance between the two of you, sitting up so his back was propped up on his headboard and his knee was pointed towards the ceiling. You were still sitting on the edge of his bed but you turned your body so you could face him better, adjusting your skirt with the movement. You took one final glance towards the door, eyes falling down to the turned lock on the knob.

“I’m sure I could be convinced to not tell.” You were responding to him slowly, keeping your voice light so he knew you weren’t serious. His eyes darkened a touch but you continued on with your light teasing. “Maybe if you were open to sharing.”

You weren’t exactly sure how you ended up in Jake Sim’s bedroom smoking weed with him, sitting fully on his bed now with your legs crossed underneath you and grazing fingers every time he passed the bowl over in your direction.

You kept picturing Chaeyoung walking into the room, seeing the way you were looking at him every time he was breathing smoke outwards into the air. You wondered if she’d care, wondered if she’d realize where your mind had gone and then you’d shift on the bed and feel the tension in the room and know there was no way she wouldn’t suffocate in it.

He was watching you now in a way that you knew was past the line of friendly, miles past the line of being your bestfriends younger brother, and for the first time since entering his room you got nervous. So nervous that you inhaled wrong and the smoke traveled to a tighter part of your chest, sending you lurching forward in a rough cough as you patted your torso a couple times to try and clear your airways.

Jake was chuckling at your amateurish smoking skills and you sent him a glare as another cough ripped through you, moving your hand to send a soft punch towards his knee for his teasing.

“Wanna know a better way to get the smoke down?” His voice was low, lower than it already was and you remember being frozen the first time you heard him speak when he originally got back, deep and silky as he muttered a halfhearted greeting in your direction.

You gave him a curious look even though you already had an idea of where this was heading, wondering how far he was planning to take this. You only responded with a soft nod now that your coughs had died down and left your throat with a burning sensation, worsening when a gasp ripped through you at the feeling of him wrapping his hands underneath your knees and tugging you closer on the bed.

He moved you completely effortlessly and your eyes were wide and panicked, still sitting with your legs crossed but now you were directly in front of him and your knees were bumping into one of his, his other leg stretch out along your side and effectively forming a cage around you.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Your warning was coming out far less stern than you’d hoped it would, voice weak and almost teasing again despite how serious you were.

His eyebrow cocked at this and you immediately knew it was the wrong thing to say considering the challenging glint forming in his eye now. He was swaying forward so his face was close to yours, way too close considering you felt his nose graze you for just a second before he was pulling back so he could stare down at your tense features.

“Keep your mouth open.” He was speaking suddenly and you could feel his breath on your lips, his tone light but commanding enough that for some reason you were immediately nodding your head and parting your lips for him.

He wasn’t wasting any time, sitting up enough so he could light the bowl once more and inhale it deep, holding it there in his chest easily for a few seconds before he was leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. It wasn’t a kiss but it was enough for your eyes to flutter closed, leaning forward to press tighter against him but still not enough to feel his mouth completely on yours.

It was completely sensual, the way he was breathing out the smoke into your mouth from his own, almost suffocating as you inhaled a shaky breath softly and swayed further against him to try to avoid letting it escape.

“Breathe it in.” He was directing you again now that the smoke was out of his mouth and inside yours, not bothering to lean back and give you space as he started to speak and you could feel his lip brushing against yours for just a second. “C‘mon hold it for me. You can take it deeper than that.”

Your eyes were widening in surprise at his suggestive words, letting the smoke out before you were planning to and sitting up straight to try and put some distance between the two of you. He didn’t seem bothered at all by your reaction and for a second you wondered if you had just misheard him, let your own guilty thoughts and insecurities take his words to mean something besides smoking.

It didn’t help that your stomach was flipping with want now, face reddening and getting warmer as you replayed what he had said in your mind.

“Do it again.” You were requesting it in a whisper and you weren’t exactly sure what you were asking for, judging yourself for secretly hoping he’d repeat his innuendo laced words so you could hear it in his voice again. Instead he was grabbing the bowl and placing it between the two of you, lighting it again and inhaling.

You didn’t have too much time to be disappointed considering he was immediately lowering it and connecting your lips again, not even giving you time to open your mouth to collect the smoke.

He seemed to take matters into his own hands and you felt his tongue pressing against your sealed lips, prying them open so he could tilt his head and funnel the smoke into your throat. For a second you were chasing after his tongue with your own, nearly kissing him fully in a deeper lust fueled high, but he was cupping your jaw briefly and closing your mouth so you were forced to breathe in the smoke.

It was settling deep in your chest and this time you held it for him, looking up at him slightly through your eyelashes with watery eyes and he had a more satisfied expression on his face now that you were listening to him.

“Good girl.” He was humming out the word casually but your mouth parted in surprise, legs instinctively clenching together as you let the smoke filter back out and hit his face instead. The smirk on his face told you that he had definitely noticed your reaction and you were starting to lose all feelings of guilt and hesitation, being replaced with something much more terrible.

Something so intense that you couldn’t stop yourself from rocking forward and pressing your lips against his fully.

He thankfully was immediately reciprocating and you tried not to think about where he learned to kiss this intensely, hands coming up to cup your face and keep you locked against him as you moved together. You’d rocked forward so far that you nearly knocked him over back against the bed, leaning over his lap now as you desperately kissed him deeper and deeper.

It took for his hand sliding down your back, attempting to pull you fully onto his awaiting lap, for you to snap out of it and sit up straight with a small gasp.

Your hand was reaching up to touch your lips and you tried to ignore the fact they were wet from his mouth, looking at him and scanning from his confused eyes down to his own swollen lips that most likely mirrored the state of your own. Your body was lit up with need and it didn’t help that he was still touching you, hand resting on your lower back like he was waiting for you to kiss him again.

“We can’t do this.” You were telling him sternly in a panicked voice, shaking your head desperately to try and make sure he understood and that your point was getting across to him.

His hand was sliding down lower and roughly squeezing, resting on the curve of your ass and sending your hips forward and more onto his. A soft gasp was slipping from your mouth, followed by a breathy whine at the feeling of him hardening and pressing against your front, even more unbearable considering he wasn’t moving his hand and was instead softly groping your behind and rocking you against him.

“But we’re going to.” He was responding to your rejection in a casual tone, sounding more confident than he was pushy and you let out another soft whine as you gave him a bewildered look. “You followed me up here, you came into my room in this tiny little skirt and climbed into my bed because you wanted me to fuck you.”

You were instinctively shaking your head in panicked denial but your hands were going to his shoulders, pulling yourself forward onto his lap fully and mewling softly at the feeling of him completely pressing against you.

He didn’t say anything else as you started to desperately move against him, your head falling forward and landing in the crook of his neck as you lifted yourself up and down slowly so you could feel him under you at every possible angle. His large hands were holding you roughly and lifting you every time you struggled, pushing your skirt up further on your hips so he could feel your bare skin and lace panties.

“Fuck fuck.” You were panting out into his neck and arching your back into him, a shiver rolling down your spine when he was harshly tugging at your underwear so it was pressed painfully against your sensitive clit.

“God, do you always get this wet?” He was finally started to sound affected and you let out an embarrassed sob at his words, hand sliding up the back of his neck until it was tangled in his long hair. You imagined you were already a mess considering how desperate you were feeling, an overwhelming heat mixing with your high and stopping you from thinking about anything other than Jake.

“Let me fuck you baby, let daddy fix this.” He was talking so sweetly in your ear in his low voice.

You were shaking your head again but you already knew your resolve was falling apart, feeling nearly inhuman with how much you longed to be full of something, especially if it was him. You were aching in your panties and the forbidden image of your best friends little brother stuffing you and making the ache go away was nearly making you drool.

“How old are you Jae?” You were gasping out and lifting your head out of his neck to look at his face clearly, fearing his response and knowing you had a right to the fear considering for the first time his eyes flashed with guilt and worry. You were quickly doing the math in your head and gasping again, sitting up even more and stopping your rocking against him. “Oh my god you’re barely legal.”

He suddenly looked really annoyed and you felt bad for getting this far with him, knowing you had no choice but to stop what you were doing and reject the boy before anything more happened.

Messing around with your best friends brother was one thing but doing it while he was just barely an official adult was too much for your conscience, even if you weren’t that much older than him.

He seemed to have a totally different idea than you considering he was scoffing in annoyance before he was pausing and then flipping you completely over, ripping a shriek from you as your back unexpectedly hit the bed and he was left hovering over you. You froze up in shock as he impatiently undid the buttons on your skirt that was still pushed up on your waist, tugging it down and tossing it somewhere across the room.

“Don’t act like you care about how old I am.” He was barely looking at you as he spoke with anger lacing his voice, looking at your nearly bare bottom half for a few seconds before he was glancing up at you to check for your reaction. “Let me eat your pussy.”

You were letting out a loud laugh of disbelief, lacking any humor as you clamped your thighs shut and shook your head. “I mean it Jake, we can’t do this. It’s wrong.”

His large hands were squeezing your ankles for a second before sliding up your legs softly, your breath getting shakier as he reached your knees and slowly separated your legs. You both could tell you weren’t actually showing any attempt to stop him, not even putting up a fight as he lowered his face closer to your core and you could feel his breath over the wet spot covering your panties.

“It’s wrong that you want my tongue so bad your thighs are soaked.” He was talking in between the kisses he was laying on your skin, getting closer and closer to the thin fabric separating you and the point of no return. “Would be wrong to let you leave my room without my cum in your stomach.”

“Please, you need to stop.” You were breathing it out in a moan once he finally was placing a kiss over your covered core, softly running his tongue along your wetness and humming softly. The vibrations went straight to your clit and your hips rolled off the bed, pushing his face straight against you. “Oh fuck.”

He let out something that sounded almost like a growl before he was pushing your panties to the side and diving into your wet folds, wasting no time in sticking his tongue as deep as he possibly could get it and ignoring the way you nearly screamed and tried to close your legs around his head. He used his free hand to aggressively slam your knee back against the bed, opening you up completely for him and practically making out with your cunt.

It was completely lewd and disgusting, the wet noises filling the room as he ate you out with a level of expertise that almost made your stomach turn with curiosity if it wasn’t for how good he was making you feel.

Your hand was going to his hair to pull him out of your core but plans changed when he was sucking your clit into his mouth softly, instead keeping him locked in place with his long strands between your fingers. He abandoned your sensitive bud to go back to trying to stick his tongue as deep inside you as he could, turning his head so he was pushing into your tight hole and he moaned against you, the vibration nearly pulling another scream from you.

“Please Jake, oh my god please.” You almost thought you were begging for him to stop but you both knew you weren’t, lifting your hips up every time he tried to take a breath in an attempt to keep him buried in your cunt as long as possible.

“Wanna cum on my tongue or my cock baby?” He was lifting his head up to question you and you were thrown off by how easily it rolled off his tongue, how confident he seemed to be in being able to fuck you properly and make you cum with no question. You rarely came from hookups and definitely left unsatisfied more often than not but something about the glare in his eyes made you believe him.

You were apparently taking too long to answer considering he was climbing back on top of you and adjusting you slightly, moving your body like it weighed nothing.

“Don’t know how long I’ve wanted you like this Y/N. Going to show you what a real man feels like inside this slutty little hole.” He was reaching down and rubbing his fingers against you for emphasis, smirking when you let out a shaky breath and your stomach clenched. “Beg for daddy to fuck you baby, let everyone hear how much you want me.”

You were shaking your head and letting out an actual sob now, tears heavy as they rolled down your face and landed on the bed underneath you. He looked completely unaffected by your emotional reaction to the humiliation and pure want you felt for him.

It didn’t matter what he said now and it didn’t matter even if his sister walked into the room and saw him on top of you like this, you’d realized from the second you entered the room that you’d let him do anything to you that he wanted and that fact drove you absolutely insane with guilt and embarrassment. He seemed to know it as much as you did considering he was silent and patient as he waited for you to get ahold of yourself, knowing you’d end up begging for him regardless.

“Please Jake I need you so bad, need you to fuck me baby please.” You were pleading with him through a sob, grabbing onto his shoulders and trying to lift your hips to meet his and show him how desperate you were.

His eyes darkened the more you spoke and for the first time since entering his room you felt genuinely anxious, letting out a cry as he swiftly moved his hand up so it was pressing on your throat and restricting your breathing. Your eyes widened at his sudden aggression even though you were beginning to understand your mistake.

“Say it again and say it right or I’ll throw you out of my room with nothing but your dripping cunt.” He was leaning down to spit the words into your ear and you let out an embarrassing whine, another rush of heat running through you. “You like that huh… like when I get rough with you?”

You were nodding the best you could with his hand around your throat, the sting of the pressure making more wetness rush out of you as complete desperation took over your mind and left you feeling dizzy and out of it. Out of it enough that your tongue was hanging out of your mouth before you realized it, mouth opening as you stared up at him with watering eyes and heavy eyelashes.

He let off some of the tension around your throat just enough for you to be able to speak in a weak voice.

“Please daddy please give me your spit, I’ll be a good girl I promise.” You were practically sobbing as you begged him and his eyes were basically darkened to pitch black at this point, staring down at you with a hunger you’d never experienced from someone before. “Can do whatever you want to me, I’ll take it.”

Jake aggressively gripped your jaw and tugged your head closer towards his, waiting until you were eagerly sticking your tongue back out for him so he could spit roughly into your mouth. Before you got a chance to swallow it he was chasing after his spit with his own tongue, licking against yours until he was practically in your throat. You hummed softly and bobbed your head so he was even deeper, wanting him inside you in every way humanly possible.

“God you’ve gotta let me fuck you now or I’m going to hurt you.” He was pulling back to speak through gritted teeth, nearly looking pained as he was roughly sitting you up and tugging off the sweater you’d been wearing, leaving you completely bare outside of your panties that were beyond stretched from the way he was holding them.

“Hurt me.” You were begging him for it before you even processed that you wanted it, the imagine of him holding you down and shoving himself so deep inside you that you couldn’t handle the stretch making your stomach tighten with want. “Please Jake hurt me.”

“Don’t even know what you’re fucking begging for, you’re such a slut you don’t even care how I fuck you.” He sounded so angry but you knew he was just as affected as you, tugging you up and back into his lap so you were straddling him again. He sucked one of your nipples into his mouth for just a second before he was letting it go to speak again. “Wanna drag you down to that packed living room and take you in front for everyone there, let everyone watch me stuff you so deep your stomachs bulging.”

You were dizzy now, almost worried you were going to pass out from how overwhelmed you were and he’d barely even touched you so far.

You were desperately rolling your hips into his again and he was surprisingly letting you, guiding you as you bounced in his lap and practically rode him despite the fact he was still fully clothed. The image of you, bouncing on his hard on while practically naked and dripping down your thighs compared to him being fully dressed and composed made you feel even dizzier and you found yourself longing for what he was describing.

“Gonna make me feel so full daddy please, I’m sorry.” You could feel his hardness pressing against you every time you bounced and you were so turned on you couldn’t even find the time to be embarrassed you were probably soaking the fabric of his pants, the time to be humiliated you were calling a boy younger than you daddy.

“Should be fucking sorry.” He was growling out the words again and flipping you over easily so your stomach was on the bed instead, lifting you up by your hips so your ass was perfectly presented for him.

He didn’t hesitate before he was sending a sharp smack to your bare skin, immediately ripping a pained yelp from you that faded off into a desperate whine. You were adjusting yourself so you were pushing your ass towards him more and silently communicating you wanted him to hit you again, sobbing into his bed and pressing your face into the blanket to try to muffle the sounds of your cries.

Thankfully, he was understanding and roughly hitting you again. You knew he wasn’t using his full strength considering how strong he was but he definitely wasn’t going easy on you and you could feel yourself leaking even more at the pain.

“Tell me you’re sorry for never looking my way when I was a kid.” His words were barely being processed by you since you were so dizzy but you cried harder at the sound of his deep voice commanding you. “Sorry for being such a fucking slut but never giving me the chance to fill this pussy up.”

“Only want you to fill me please.” You were being immeasurably too loud but you didn’t even slightly care, completely serious in your desires for him to be inside you no matter who was watching. “M so sorry Jae please, please.”

You could hear the sound of his belt coming undone behind you and you nearly cried with relief, adjusting even more so you were completely presenting your ass and core to him. You wanted him to see how much you belonged to him so he’d have no choice but to fuck you.

He must’ve finished undressing his lower half because you could feel him pressing against you and your back arched at the realization his skin was pressing against yours, a loud whine sounding through the room when you felt his bare cock rubbing against your folds and thighs experimentally. You pushed against him harder and he reached up to squeeze the fat around your hips roughly in annoyance, a silent warning as he groaned softly.

“Gonna stuff you now and you’re going to lay here and take it.” He was grunting as he spoke and you sucked in a sharp breath when the head of his cock caught on your hole, pushing in just enough for you to realize he was a lot thicker than you’d prepared for. “Fuck you’re so tight, I’m going to end up in your stomach.”

You arched at his words and whined into his blankets, pushing your hips back against his so he was going deeper inside you. The stretch was knocking the air out of your chest but you nearly cried with how full he was going to make you feel.

“Please daddy please, I’ll be such a good girl for you I promise.” You were pathetically pleading with him and you knew for a fact that if anybody had drunkenly wondered upstairs they could definitely hear you, but you didn’t care about anything other than him in this moment and he was driving you crazy with how slow he was pushing into you.

He was finally losing his control and fucking himself deep inside of you in one go, bottoming out as you both took deep breaths and tried not to lose it before you’d even started.

The sound of him groaning above you was making you even more needy and you were overwhelmed with how much you wanted to keep hearing him make sounds like that, instinctively clenching around his length and feeling the way he was throbbing deep inside you.

You were basically sobbing with pleasure just from his first stroke into you when he pulled out completely, your body reacting intensely to the emptiness as you immediately looked over your shoulder and prepared to beg for him to fuck you again, stopping mid sentence when he was turning you back over on your back so you were able to see him again.

He was slamming himself back into you before you even adjusted to the position and he felt ten times deeper now, a pained grunt falling from your lips as he started to finally actually fuck you.

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight Y/N. I thought you were a whore but you feel brand new for me baby.” His facial expression as he spoke through gritted teeth and continued to thrust into you made you dizzy and you desperately reached out to hold his arms to try and ground yourself.

“Just for y-you Jake, only wanna be this full with you.” You were practically delirious as you cried and spoke to him but your words seemed to turn him on more considering he was slamming into you harder, clearly enjoying the level of ownership you were voicing towards him.

You didn’t want to internalize any of the things he said about you not paying attention to him before, knowing if you stopped and considered what he was implying you’d not be able to go through with this.

He was skilled at distracting you considering he was reaching forward to aggressively grab at your wrist, placing your hand against your stomach and pressing down so harshly you grunted in upset as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The lack of understanding didn’t last long considering it took only two more rolls of his hips inside you for you to feel what he was intending, your stomach bulging slightly from his size forcing itself deeper.

“Feel that?” He was rasping and you looked up to meet his gaze for the first time since he entered you, taken back by how dark and deadly his eyes were. “You’re mine now.”

You were nodding quickly in confirmation, not because you agreed with what he was saying necessarily but because of the wave of fear you felt seeing how serious and cold his expression was.

He had managed to already get you shockingly close between the foreplay and rough manhandling and it wasn’t long before you were feeling the familiar tightness in your stomach, only worsening when he was leaning down and catching your mouth in the sloppiest kiss of the night. It was bordering painful and filthy, exactly what you needed to distract you from how wrong this was and exactly what you needed to have you finishing around his length with a sharp inhale into his mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him kissing you even after you’d came, letting him know it was okay to keep fucking himself deeper inside you.

It was just enough to help you forget everything outside of the feeling of him on top of you and you felt drunk with how much you wanted to stay in this moment. You were terrified by how much he seemed worth the consequences when you had him like this, how much you wanted him even when the door was swinging open and a loud shriek was coming from the hallway.

[theexaltedbride]

White Rabbit X Human Reader. (NSFW). (GN).

(Decided to keep this Gender Neutral. But might do gender specific stuff later on.)

-Because of his large ears, he can very clearly hear you whispering his name late at night, or whispering dirty promises to him while you both try to work. It riles him up something fierce when he's trying to hold a meeting or do some work, and to suddenly start hearing you whispering across the room about how much you want to run your tongue along his cock, or fondle his balls, or how you want to ride him till he asks for ice.

He can't respond without risking someone else hearing, but his eyes tell you all you need to know. That intense glare and that hungry smile. He'd drink you the way he drinks his tea, and he's always thirsty for more.

-He tries very hard not to slip up and accidentally call you 'Alice'. But it will happen, and he will apologize over and over once his mind clears up, and get bashful about it. Tease him just right and you might get him to laugh about it. On the flipside, he does like it when you call him your 'Honey Bunny'.

-When the excitement builds too much, he really lets loose on you. His enhanced speed leaves his hips as a blur of motion and the sound of your bodies clapping together like the applause of an audience. He's made a joke about it and waved or even spoken to a nonexistent crowd, like the showman he is and will do so again if you keep laughing or blushing at it. It only became a problem when he spoke so loudly others could hear it and came to check on you both.

-It's a good thing he wears gloves (even in bed, unless you specifically remove them) else he might really scratch you. But perhaps you want that? In truth, he also likes it when you scratch him and might enjoy being pushed by you and pretending that you're stronger than him (just be careful not to break his monocle).

-Favorite position: Doggy, so that he can really go as fast as he wants, but on occasion he does enjoy trying out missionary just so he can see your face and look into your eyes the entire time.

-His deepest fantasy is a kinky domestic life with you. He has issues with the American government and Darkcom (hell, he has issues with just about all of humanity), but the classic americana 50s' ideal of coming home to a humble house, with a white picket fence, his spouse, and some little rabbits of his own appeals to him. It's the opposite of his life on Makai, and he wants it. A happy little household where he can relax after a long day, and spend it with you making love in bed, or fucking wildly like horny rabbits when the kids weren't around. Happy, safe, and going at it like rabbits. What more could he want?

If you ever try to surprise him by pretending to give him that experience you will leave Rabbit speechless, tripping over his own words and unsure of what to say. Which is fine, as you won't need to do much talking that night.

-You can wear his monocle (even in bed) just be sure to give it back. He doesn't need glasses to see, but the monocle helps him read, as one eye is actually worse than the other. (Though you're fairly sure he just wears it for style).

-He's a fan of plunging himself deep into you and filling you with his essence. He likes to claim it's a Rabbit thing, buy you know he's just indulging himself. He likes to watch you walk around with his seed inside of you and from the way he grins and might bite his lip, he's imagining you going about your business with his cum leaking out of you.

-Rabbit has occasionally indulged in some bite play thanks to his teeth, and broken the skin of your shoulder at least once. If you let him, he will taste you more, but he also takes aftercare seriously and will make sure to clean and bandage your bites properly.

-Exploration: The human body is so exotic compared to his own. Rabbit likes to explore you, run his fingertips over your skin, learn the contours of your body, feel your hair, rub your cheeks (and your face too) sometimes he will spend nights just exploring you, and learning all the ins and outs of you so he may better love you.

-Getting caught: You were once caught by some of your Makaian friends in a compromising position with the Rabbit. You had both had a long day, and needed to blow off some steam, so you'd been bent over by the Rabbit over a desk, hands gripping onto papers for timelines and deliveries, your pants down just enough to allow him entry, and his all the yay by his ankles as he showed you just how much stamina a Rabbit could have, his clapping with your ass, his balls swinging wildly, and his hot breath washing over the back of your neck. The door opened behind you both and some unfortunate Makaian was treated to the sight of rabbit's toned, furred ass thrusting back and forth as his runner's legs propelled him back and forth into you.

He barely stopped, just slowing down as much as he needed to in order to turn his head and look at the interlope.

"I'm In a Meeting!" He shouted and pointed for the Makaian to shut the door, which they did by slamming it, and Rabbit immediately went right back to thrusting into you, and noting your deep blush at having been caught like this.

"Honestly, it's not the worst thing people have caught us doing. " He said with a smile, his throat rumbling with a chuckle, before resuming his thrusts and grabbing a firm hold of your hips to set the pace and guide your movements. Each slam of his cock driving home into you would rock the desk beneath you, rattling it and making quite a mess for you both to clean up.

-Getting caught 2: The other time you were both caught was when you were on Earth, getting supplies, samples, and looking for other places to store Makaian refugees. Rabbit can't walk among people the way you can, and so he mostly scouted areas out, and discovered a lovely are for a picnic just past a line of trees in a small town, an open spot where you could both see the sun, and enjoy the beauty of this world, before you began to enjoy one another. Laying with one another in the open air, altering positions, naked and kissed by the sun and the wind, you went at each other like animals...and apparently made enough of a ruckus for someone to call the local donut patrol with a noise complaint. With donut sprinkles still on his beard, the cop had come out of the woods demanding your surrender and how you were both under arrest for public indecency.

The shock of his arrival had sent you and rabbit scrambling back to the portal naked, with rabbit using his clothes to cover his erection, his monocle held between his teeth, and you running after him with all your other belongings, while the overweight cop tried to give chase, but you easily lost him (even if it left Rabbit with the dull ache of Blueballs, which you were more than happy to fix later on).

"Furry freaks! You're supposed to do that at your damn convention hotels." The cop had shouted after you'd lost him. The cop apparently assumed Rabbit was just someone in a fursuit, as Darkcom never received a call about him, and you were still able to use that portal to travel back and forth without issue.

Though the encounter did lead to the uncomfortable experience, of having to explain what a 'Furry' was.

"So, dearest, does that mean you're a furry?" Rabbit had asked with a raised brow.

-Getting Caught 3!: (Okay the Rabbit is into it, at this point you're fairly sure he likes showing off and being watched.) You both had a go at it in an abandoned building while scouting it out, where rabbit pressed you up against the glass, talking about how it would feel to know an entire city was looking at you both, watching you make raucous love to one another, how he wanted them to see, how he could fuck like a real rabbit, when he suddenly stopped and his eyes and head turned about the way he did when scanning for danger.

At first you worried that you were about to be attacked, until you both looked to a team of three window washers on the opposite building across from you, looking straight at you, eyes wide and jaws dropped.

Rabbit didn't miss a beat and waved his hand before calling out to them.

"Hello boys! Enjoying the show!?" He then picked up the pace.

"If we're going to have an audience, we might as well give them something to watch." He laughed and put his all into giving the hapless humans something to remember, changing positions and smiling wide for the camera as one of them pulled out his phone.

There's at least one photo out there of you on your knees for Rabbit, his cock wet with his own cum as he rests it on your lips, while he waves to the camera. Hopefully Darkcom never finds it, else it might boost the rabbit's ego. As if his head wasn't big enough as it is.

-Temptations: Other demons and Makaians have on occasion tried to tempt Rabbit away from you. Why should a human ever be the one to claim the rabbit's heart and lusts? Only another demon or Makaian should have that right, and so they have tried on various moments to tempt him into forgetting you, especially a Succubi who tried a more direct route by directly sitting in his lap when he was alone and working on something.

"Oh, why bother with a silly little earther like them? You could have me instead, I know all the ways men truly lust for others. Be they demon or human, I've left them gasping and begging for water! I can make your balls empty by night's end, every night. I have tricks no human could ever hope to match. I have moves that leave even the strongest of men…breathless." She whispered into his ear, tongue trailing out to lick at him while also trailing a hand down to the opening of his trousers, only to have it grabbed by the wrist and suddenly pulled high by the Rabbit as he glared furiously at them in response.

"I have no breath for you to steal. Nor will you enflame my lust for anyone but my beloved. That said, you have succeeded in trying my patience!"

He was able to shoo them off easily after that, and everyone got the message that he wasn't interested, yet he'd lied. The demon had succeeded in arousing him, but he refocused that desire by sheer force of will towards you.

The entire night was filled with the furious sounds of the rabbit rutting with you like an animal. He would penetrate you over and over again, altering positions, chugging water as soon as he was done only to go back and go again, and even putting his tongue to work on you and showing he was more than happy to reciprocate his pleasure.

-Never Ever: Do not pull on Rabbit's tail too hard. You can stroke it and feel it, but don't squeeze and pull it. He compares it to being hit in the groin and is happy that his tail is small and won't get in the way during fights.

His ears, however? Oh, you can pull on those as hard as you want!

-Never Ever 2: Don't insult yourself for being human, even if you were trying to be kinky. It will make Rabbit sad and even stop mid thrust, he will ask you if you're okay, and try to reassure you that he loves you.

"Was it something I said? I know I can be angry and...say things...but...I'd never hurt you. Never."

-Aftercare: The Rabbit will insist on it in his most gentlemanly fashion. (Did you think his suit and monocle were just for show? He really does like acting the part of a gentleman for you. Its his way of showing he cares about you, and he likes to hold himself to a higher standard whenever he can).

He will fluff your pillow and tuck you into bed with tea ready nearby (your tastes are different but he insists on making it sweet, because sugars and sweeteners are rare on Makai, but you are worth it).

"Sweets, for my sweet."

[scarfacemarston]

Could you please write some hc’s of how Kurt would physically feel? Like, how would his fur feel, his hair, his tail, his teeth when kissing, and how it would feel to hold hands (since his hand only has 3 fingers). Also, could you include a NSFW portion (if you want) of how his genitalia would feel, both with the reader feeing it with their hands, and how it would feel inside the reader. That would be great!

SFW: Kurt’s fur canonically feels like velvet. His fur is not at all the same as Beast’s. It’s very short and appears to be more like skin than actual fur. It is not all over every part of his body either. His body is more like fuzz than actual fur. He can overheat in the summer, but you would never hear him complain about the heat. However, you or his friends would have to keep an eye on him so he doesn’t catch heat stroke. He HATES feeling sweaty, though. It makes his fur stand in annoying directions. His entire tail is also like velvet, especially the spade tip. 

His palms and bottom of his feet do not have fur or fuzz on them. He’s fine with swimming if he chooses to, but it’s not something he does often. He’s fine with the rain, but he would prefer to wear a trench coat or something else sleek to protect himself. He’s fine with his hair getting wet, but the rest of his body sometimes annoys him.

His hair is like the finest silk, and you love running your fingers through his soft midnight blue tresses. He loves it just as much - more than you know. He has to keep himself quiet so you don’t tease him.  His hands are strong, with many callouses from training on and with bars and poles so often. You wouldn’t expect them to be so strong, just by looking at them! Like the rest of him, his hands are very soft. His hands are also very large, but not enough to be disproportionate to the rest of him. Needless to say, you feel secure holding his hands -even if it took a few tries to find what was comfortable for both of you. From that point forward, he loves holding hands and will randomly gently squeeze your hand or give reassurance that way. Him giving you back massages also feels very unique because of how strong his hands are, but don’t worry, he’s always gentle.

As for his teeth- he’s very careful not to bite you while kissing. He knows what he’s doing and is a talented kisser. He’ll give little nibbles to your lips in between kisses, with a soft swipe of his tongue following as an “apology”. His kisses on your neck or the rest of your body feel divine. He will never bite hard - he’s not an animal and doesn’t like being reminded of how different he is - but he will definitely nip playfully. You don’t know how he doesn't manage to leave bruises - but he likes to joke that’s one of his mutant powers.

Spicy content below:

For his tail: Kurt will use it in foreplay if requested, but it’s not always his first inclination. He’d like to at first please you in the “normal” ways before involving his tail. There’s a fine line between enjoying it and fetishizing him. If he feels like you’re fetishizing him, he will leave.

His pubic hair is actually less than you’d think. As for his dick, he's gifted. Prep and foreplay is an absolute must with Kurt and he’s all to happy to provide. However, he knows he's sizable but he is also terrified of hurting you. Expect a lot of “Are you alright, Liebling?” or “Is this okay, Mein Schatz?”

He’s thick and lengthy with a curved head and a few prominent veins, giving slight ridges like any veiny dick. It’s heavy in your hands and very responsive. There is a definite stretch when he enters you, hence the need for foreplay. However, both of you love the fullness and the closeness it brings the two of you.

[alastrpt]

-- Alastor x yn --

Summary: Alastor enters y/n's (you) room at the wrong time.

It had been a long and exhausting day. Participating in Charlie’s friendship activities, joking around with Angel Dust, talking with Husk, listening to Alastor’s not-so-funny jokes, helping Nifty, checking out inventions with Sir Pentious, gossiping with Cherri, and learning new battle techniques with Vaggie… You were completely drained.

All you wanted was to go to your room and hibernate like a bear.

Evening had arrived, and this time, Charlie’s friendship activity was a movie night. You reluctantly agreed, not wanting to disappoint her. Surprisingly, even Alastor agreed to join this time. Everyone was supposed to come in their pajamas—including Alastor.

You still had some time to sleep.After grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen, you told Charlie you were heading to your room. The quiet corridors echoed only with the sound of your own breathing. When you reached your room, you slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The moment your body hit the soft, warm bed, you fell asleep in less than thirty seconds...

When you opened your eyes groggily, you reached for your phone to check the time. MOVIE TIME?!!

İt had arrived, and you were still in your daily clothes.Jumping out of bed, you rushed to your wardrobe. Grabbing your striped pajamas, you quickly started changing.

You slipped on the pajama pants, pulled off your shirt, leaving only your bra exposed, and were about to put on the pajama top when

BANG!

The door swung open.

"Dear! It seems you're running late, your friends—"

Alastor's words cut off abruptly.His ears immediately perked up. His eyes, unintentionally, trailed down to your body before darting back up to your face. His cheeks slowly turned a deep shade of pink.

Still in shock from his sudden and unannounced entry, your mind slowly processed the situation.

Your face twisted slightly in irritation, your cheeks lightly dusted with pink, though barely noticeable.

"GET OUT! NOW!!"

The door slammed shut.You stood there, still frozen in shock, staring at the door. Quickly, you put on your pajama top and sat on the edge of your bed, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

Inhale. Exhale.

Once you regained your composure, you stood up and walked toward the door. Opening it and stepping out, you began making your way down the hallway.

Meanwhile, Alastor had already approached the movie room. His ears drooped slightly, one hand resting on the side of his face as he tried to process what had just happened. The blush on his face still hadn't faded.By the time he reached the room, his blush had disappeared, and he was back to acting like nothing had happened.

As he entered, he noticed the seating arrangement. Three large couches had been pushed together in a square formation, with others sitting on the floor wrapped in blankets.

Sir Pentious was curled up with his eggs beside Angel Dust and Husk. Cherri was off to the side. Charlie and Vaggie sat together, wrapped in blankets as well.The moment Alastor stepped in, Charlie’s eyes lit up.

"Hey, Alastor! Is Y/N coming?"(Charlie)

Alastor remained silent for a moment before responding,

"Don't worry, they'll be here soon."

He flashed a not-so-reassuring grin before settling onto the floor, one leg bent while the other rested upright, his arm casually draped over his knee.

Five minutes later, you finally entered the room, dressed in your pajamas, and apologized to, I was just really exhausted. You know how it is."

Looking around for a spot to sit, you noticed that the most open space was right next to… Alastor.Acting as if nothing had happened, you sat down beside him, pulled a blanket over yourself, and grabbed a bag of popcorn.

"So… Have you picked a movie yet?"

Angel Dust groaned and looked at you.

"As you can see, no."

Charlie wore a slightly defeated expression, still thinking hard about what to choose. That’s when an idea struck you.

"How about Cassandra? Anyone heard of it?"

"Uh, what?"

"It's a horror-action movie. I'm sure you'll love it!"

Wasting no time, you found the movie online and started playing it.Everyone grabbed their popcorn and began eating.The film opened with a family moving into an old house. As the story progressed, a robot named Cassandra appeared, designed to serve the household

"I don't trust that robot." (Angel Dust)

"Yup." (Cherri)

As the movie took on a darker tone, the characters discovered a hidden bar in the basement.

"WHOA, DUDE! I WANNA BE THERE!

"Shhh!" (Vaggie)

Charlie and Vaggie were completely absorbed in the film. Sir Pentious clung tightly to his eggs, looking uneasy. Husk appeared to be genuinely affected by the suspense, while Cherri and Angel occasionally whispered their thoughts about the movie.

Alastor… was he watching you?

Something made you feel like he was staring, so you glanced at him—but his eyes were fixed on the screen.Shrugging it off, you refocused on the movie.

Five minutes later, you were so into the film that you absentmindedly reached into Alastor’s popcorn bag and grabbed a handful.Turning to him, you asked,

"Are you enjoying the movie?"

"It's… not bad."

Then, completely out of nowhere, you said,

"Entering someone’s room unannounced is quite unbecoming of a gentleman."

"Not my fault, dear. I knocked three times, and when there was no response, I entered… And, well, an unfortunate incident occurred."

"Or you could just apologize."

Silence.

Alastor simply turned his eyes back to the screen.You felt frustration rising inside you, but with a deep breath, you decided to just focus on the movie.As the film neared its climax, exhaustion began creeping up on everyone. Some had already fallen asleep.You, too, were starting to doze off, but you didn’t have the energy to go to your room.

By the final moments of the movie, nearly everyone was asleep—some curled up together, others leaning on each other.Alastor was the only one still fully awake, his eyes fixed on the screen.You struggled to keep your eyes open, but eventually, they began to close.

Just before drifting off, you felt yourself leaning against someone....Alastor, still fully conscious, barely reacted when the movie ended. That is… until he felt something on his shoulder.Turning his head, he saw you, peacefully leaning against him.His usual grin faltered slightly, his ears perking up.You instinctively snuggled closer.For once, Alastor didn’t know what to do.

He could wake you, but… something inside him refused to.Before he realized it, he did something he never thought he would—he slowly leaned his head against yours and, ever so gently, wrapped an arm around your waist...

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Angel Dust, who had been woken up by a notification on his phone, groggily checked the screen.

"Ugh, why is my phone—?"

His eyes landed on you and Alastor.You, leaning against Alastor with one hand resting on his chest. Alastor, holding you as if he were afraid to let go.Angel stared in shock before immediately nudging Cherri awake.

"Ugh, what!?—"

"Shhh. Look."

Following Angel’s gaze, Cherri also froze.

"Oh. My. God. We have to take a picture."

Angel quickly opened his camera and took five photos from different angles—just to be safe.Looking at the pictures, Cherri frowned.

"Alastor looks… distorted in these."

"Whatever, Cherri. At least we got something."

"Yeah… yeah, but I'm too tired for this."

"Same." Angel yawned."Good night."

"Night."....

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[starkeysprincess]

Petals & Promises

rafe cameron x Kook fem!reader

SUMMARY: Rafe Cameron doesn’t do romance—until after that wild night at the party, when he starts showing up at your door with flowers. No words, just a smirk and a bouquet. It’s probably just a joke... or is it?

wc: 3,4k (I got carried away 😛)

WARNINGS: some angst, mainly fluff, (idk what else to add lmk)

Y/N was curled up on her couch, overwhelmed with the strenuous college work that she had to turn in till next week. It was quiet on Figure 8, The afternoon sunlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow across the room. The stress inside of her was slowly building up while cautiously reading through her essay, making sure not to make one single mistake. She was a straight A student after all, and the only thing that mattered to her was having perfect grades. Meanwhile her friends were going out, partying, drinking, living their best lives, she was bed rotting and freaking out about her future, it was stupid really.

suddenly, she heard her phone ring and when she saw that it was her best friend Lila, she couldn't of have been happier. Immediately she picks up the phone:

L: "hey girlll, how are you?"

Y/N: "hey Lil, I'm finishing up my assignment, as always, ugh im literally about to pass out."

L: "okayyy perfect then, I have the perfect solution for you, you're coming to Rafe Camerons party today at 8. You seriously need to loosen up."

Y/N: "wait- what? Lil, you know I can-"

L: cya there!

*the phone Hangs up*

"Fuck...." you mumble to yourself and let out a sigh. But on the other hand, maybe listening to Lila and forgetting about school wouldn't be so bad at all? I mean, as long as you don't get wasted what could go wrong? Time passes and you get up to fancy yourself up. It feels so stupid to you, but on the other side you've never been to a party before and a feeling of excitement rushes through you. Therefore you do a full face of soft glam makeup, touching it up with a rosey pink color of gloss and curl your hair. The last touch was the outfit, for which you had decided to go with a pretty dark blue evening gown and a pair of louboutin heels. If you were being honest, this was the prettiest you've felt in a long time. It felt relieving to feel comfortable and beautiful in your own body again. You leave your house and start walking to Tannyhill. Once you get to your destination, you see a large crowd of people in front of the Cameron household. You step into the house, and boom—music shaking the walls, bodies everywhere, air thick with booze and something fruity. Before you can even process, Lila spots you.

“GIRL, FINALLY!” she stumbles over, nearly spilling her drink. “I was ’boutta send a damn search party. By the way you look JAW DROPPING”

“Thank you but you texted me two minutes ago.”

“And that was two minutes of suffering,” she says dramatically, shoving a cup into your hand. “Now drink.”

You sniff it. “What the hell is this?”

“Who cares? It’s alcohol.”

You take a sip—mistake. “Bro, are you tryna poison me?”

she cackles. “Lightweight. C’mon, we need shots.”

Fast forward—you're both gone.

You’re clinging to each other, half-dancing, half-tripping, screaming the wrong lyrics to some song. Your head spins, but in a fun way.The room spins. The lights blur into streaks of neon, and the bass vibrates through your chest like it's syncing with your heartbeat. You don’t know how long it’s been—minutes? Hours? Your head is heavy, your legs unsteady, and suddenly, Lila is gone. Panic flickers through the haze of alcohol. You push through the crowd, bumping into sweaty bodies, murmuring half-apologies. Your vision tunnels, and the edges of the world start to fade. Shit. You need air. You need to sit. Stumbling toward the wall, you brace yourself, blinking hard to clear your vision. The party keeps moving around you—people laughing, dancing, making out in dark corners—but it all feels distant, like you're underwater. But even through your fucked up vision and fuzzy head, you see and feel someone eyeing you down.

And then you see him.

Rafe Cameron.

He’s across the room, leaning against the counter, drink in hand, watching you. Not just looking—watching. His sharp blue eyes flicker under the dim lights, unreadable, intense. Your pulse stutters. Whether it's from the alcohol or the way he tilts his head slightly, like he’s debating something, you’re not sure. All you know is that everything else—the noise, the people, the chaos—fades into the background.

It’s just you and him.

Your legs give out before you can take another step. The world tilts violently, and the last thing you feel is the cold floor meeting your body. Distantly, voices blur together, someone laughs, music pulses through your skull. Then—warm hands. Strong arms wrapping around you before you hit the ground completely. The scent of cologne, sharp and clean, cuts through the alcohol haze clouding your brain. “Shit.” A deep voice, close. Your head lolls against something firm—a chest? A shoulder? You can barely process it, everything slipping in and out of consciousness like a bad dream. “Yo, is she good?” someone asks. “She’s fine,” the voice responds, low and controlled. “I got her.”

Then you’re moving. Lifted effortlessly, arms hooked under your legs and back. The warmth is grounding, but your mind is too fogged to fight it, to even think about what’s happening. Cool air kisses your burning skin as you’re carried outside. The music muffles behind closed doors, replaced by the sound of steady footsteps, the distant hum of crickets.

You try to mumble something, but it comes out as a slurred mess.

“Relax,” the voice says. “You’re safe.”

Safe. The word wraps around you, pulling you further into the darkness.

The first thing you notice is the warmth. Not just from the hoodie wrapped around you, but from the air itself—quieter, softer than the freezing night outside. The second thing is the scent—clean linen, expensive cologne, a faint trace of cigarette smoke.

You’re not at the party anymore.

Your head is still spinning, but the pounding bass, the suffocating crowd, the overwhelming chaos—it’s all gone. Replaced by something calmer. Safer. Blinking hard, you push yourself up slightly, your body weak and heavy, and that’s when you see him.

Rafe Cameron.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, head tilted slightly like he’s been watching you this entire time. But not in the way people usually say he does. There’s no arrogance, no sharp amusement. Just something unreadable. Something almost… gentle. His blue eyes flicker over your face, scanning, assessing. “You good?” Your throat is dry, but you manage to croak, “Where—?”

“My place,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You were out of it. I wasn’t about to leave you there.” The weight of those words settles in your chest. You were vulnerable—completely out of it—and instead of taking advantage, instead of leaving you behind, he brought you here. Safe. Taken care of.

You were confused, and on the other hand you were partially panicking, why would Rafe Cameron take you to his house?

“I—” You don’t even know what to say. Your hands clutch at the hoodie around you, only now realizing it’s his. The sleeves practically swallow your arms, the fabric drowning you in warmth. “You were shaking,” Rafe says like he’s reading your mind. “Figured you could use it.” Your stomach flips. Why is he like this?

You’ve heard the stories—Rafe Cameron is reckless. Selfish. Dangerous. But the guy sitting in front of you? He’s none of those things. Maybe it's just an illusion, maybe he just wants to get between your legs and leave you. He shifts, reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand, then holds it out to you. But when you try to grab it, your fingers tremble too much. You're unsure of wether you should trust him or not.

Rafe notices.

Without a word, he lifts the glass to your lips himself, his free hand cupping the back of your neck, steadying you. His touch is warm, careful, almost hesitant—like he’s afraid of hurting you. The moment stretches, something thick and heavy settling between you. When you finish, he pulls back just slightly, his thumb barely grazing your skin before he lets go. The loss of contact makes something tighten in your chest.

“You feeling okay now?” His voice is quieter now, softer.

You nod weakly. “Yeah… thanks.”

His lips press together, like he’s debating something. Then, finally, he sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“I don't want you to go there anymore.”

Your breath catches. “I—what?” Rafe lets out a small, breathy chuckle, almost like he can’t believe himself either. “You just… you don't belong at parties.” He glances away for a second, then back at you.

Your heart drops, unsure what he means and you swear you could feel your face heat up in embarrassment.

Your fingers tighten around the hoodie still wrapped around you, and you finally whisper, “Why?”

Rafe holds your gaze for a long moment, the air between you thick, heavy with something neither of you know how to name. Finally, he reaches out, fingers barely grazing your cheek, his touch featherlight. It sends a shiver down your spine.

“Because it’s you,” he murmurs. He stares you down with a neutral face expression. The embarrassment lingers, twisting in your chest.

Parties aren’t for you.

Rafe’s words replay in your mind, making you feel small. You tug his hoodie tighter around you, avoiding his gaze. He sighs, grabbing his keys. “C’mon. I’ll take you home.” The drive is quiet until he finally speaks. “You think I meant that in a bad way.” You hesitate. “Didn’t you?” His grip on the wheel tightens. “No. I meant… you don’t need that shit. The fake smiles, drunk assholes, guys looking at you like—” He stops, jaw clenching. “Like you’re something to mess with.”

Your heart stumbles.

“I just—” He sighs. “It’s not you.” The weight in your chest shifts. Not gone, but lighter. When he pulls up to your house, he reaches out, tugging the hood over your head gently. His fingers graze your jaw, slow, careful. “Get inside safe,” he murmurs. You nod. “Thanks… for everything.” As you step out, you don’t look back.

But if you did, you’d see him still watching. Still waiting.

Two days pass, but you can’t shake the way Rafe looked at you that night. The softness in his voice, the weight in his eyes. Like he saw you differently. Like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.

You tell yourself it was nothing. That it was just a moment. That Rafe Cameron doesn’t do things like that.

But then— The doorbell rings.

When you open it, he’s there.

Standing on your porch, dressed in a dark hoodie and jeans, looking almost nervous. And in his hands—a bouquet. Not just any bouquet, but the kind that looks like it came straight from some overpriced florist. Deep red roses, white lilies, wrapped in a silk ribbon. Your breath catches.

“Uh…” You blink at him, words failing you. “Are you lost?” Rafe huffs a small, breathy laugh, shaking his head. “No.” He glances down at the flowers, then back up at you. “These are for you.”

You just stare. Because—what? After a beat, you slowly take them, fingers brushing his as you do. The petals are soft, the scent rich and overwhelming. “Rafe…”

“I know,” he cuts in, running a hand through his hair. “This is… not what you expected.” You nod, still too stunned to process. He exhales sharply, like he’s bracing himself. Then, finally—

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

Your heart stutters. Rafe looks away for a second, like this is harder for him than it should be. When he speaks again, his voice is lower, rougher.

“That night? Seeing you like that? It fucked me up.” His blue eyes meet yours, and there’s nothing cocky in them. Just honesty. Raw and unfiltered. “I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, I started caring. And it scared the shit out of me.”

You swallow hard, your grip tightening around the flowers.

He takes a small step closer, voice dropping even lower. “But you looked at me like I was good that night. Like I was worth something.” He scoffs under his breath, shaking his head. “And I wanted to be that. For you.”

Your chest tightens, your pulse pounding. Rafe runs a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. “Look, I don’t do this shit. I don’t—” He gestures vaguely, like this is beyond him. “But I can’t not do this with you.”

Another step. Closer.

“So let me take you out. A real date.” His gaze softens, voice barely above a whisper now. “Let me prove I can be good for you.”

The world narrows to just him. His eyes, his voice, the plea hidden beneath it all.

And suddenly, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.

Because this? This feels real.

[venusbyline]

Thrusts ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 23, oct.

(late post)

— pairing: Elle Greenaway x girlfriend!reader

— type: smut, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)

— kink: orgasm denial + strap-on

— summary: You feel insecure and jealous when you see Elle teasing you with Morgan. However, she apologizes very well by buying a gift for your dating anniversary.

— word count: 1.0k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 23rd day, female!reader, girlfriend!Elle, shy!reader, sassy!Elle, orgasm denial, strap-on, edging play, cowgirl position, praise kink, vaginal sex, breast worship, nipple play, nipple licking, large cock (strap-on), cock worship (strap-on), experimentalist!reader, experimentalist!Elle, jealously, argument, teasing, relationship issues, light corruption kink, dumbification, reader is a member of the BAU, past Elle Greenaway x Derek Morgan, inexperienced/innocent!reader, bisexual!Elle, lesbian!reader, dom!Elle, sub!reader. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @purplehaze206 @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00 @emma-e-a @helo1281917

— crossposting: AO3

"You look so fucking hot right now, princess...” Elle smirked with her hands on your ass as you whimpered, your breasts shaking with each ride on top of her fake cock.

Elle had bought a strap-on as a gift for your first dating anniversary. You never tested something like this yet, despite both of you being very eager into that. Elle was worried about suggesting that new experience, ever since last week, when she joked with Morgan about the only unlucky thing about dating a woman was that she no longer knew what it felt like to cum around a good thick cock.

It was just supposed to be a harmless joke, but it sounded extremely stupid after she realized your discomfort. Not only had she mocked you, as if something important was missing during your relationship, but she also joked about the topic directly with Morgan. You already knew that they had been casually involved a few times before you and Elle dated, and you always tried to take it as a normal thing, since Morgan was also one of your best friends and you trusted him. After all, their affair was just the past.

However, you could not help but feel uncomfortable and jealous. Elle noticed your thoughts and did not know how to apologize. She wanted to say it was just a stupid joke and actually you were the best sex of her whole life. She did not care about stupid penises if she already had your pretty pussy for her to taste whenever she wanted. Anyway, she was angry with herself for hurting your feelings and making you insecure, so she chose the silence.

No explanations or apologies made everything more awkward between you two and your relationship cooled. Both of you focused more on the cases and preferred to spend your free time resting rather than having sex, which was very unusual.

Until your long-awaited anniversary arrived. When Elle decided to buy a strap-on, she thought she would like seeing you using that, she thought she would like to feel a cock inside her again, even if it was made of rubber. But the moment your eyes lit up when she showed you the box, she knew she did not want to be fucked by you. She wanted to fuck you.

Your movements were soft at first. You were much shyer than Elle and you lost your virginity to her a few days before your relationship finally became official. So there were countless things to you experience yet. And one of them was the fact that you had never been fucked by a cock before, be it fake or real.

Then, when you were riding Elle, she stroked your hair, trying to soothe your discomfort as your pussy still got used to the intrusion and the new movements. Even though that cock was not real, Elle could practically feel your tight walls crushing it. Her fingers were slender and long and she never hesitated to put two or three inside you, sometimes even four, but choosing such a big and thick strap-on seemed to tear you in half.

"Hurts a lot?" Elle asked with a lovely smile, her hands moving down to your waist to help you continue riding her, but you whimpered, preventing her from cooperating.

"S-Stop! I can do it myself!" You hissed like a stubborn child and Elle chuckled, nodding and crossing her arms behind her head, just lying on the bed again and watching you on top of her lap. The view she had was perfect. Your eyes closed, your head arched back, lips parted and your breasts perked up. Damn...she wanted so badly to fuck the middle of your breasts with that cock later.

After you refused her touches, Elle bit her lip and removed her arms from under her head and moved them up to her own breasts, squeezing the large mounds and playing with the nipples, before moving her hips upward, the unexpected thrust making you scream in a mix of pain and pleasure. Your eyes opened and you whimpered at the sight of Elle giving you that teasing look while she was playing with her own body. "D-don't fucking do that again!" You tried to sound threatening, but Elle rolled her eyes, arching an eyebrow before thrusting a second time. And then a third. A fourth. A fifth...

Your eyes rolled back into your head at the deep fucking, the big cock filling you completely and hurting your sensitive core, but with a delightful way. You knew you were about to cum so quickly, maybe it was because of the resentment still built up in your mind, or maybe it was due to your pussy already being too wet and dripping before you even sat down on the strap-on.

Elle knew this too, because as soon as she made the sixth and seventh thrusts, she simply stopped, stopping your growing orgasm and smirking at the sight of you trembling, your shaky and weak legs giving out in despair, making you fall on top of her body. Elle loved denying your orgasms, you always came much better when she prolonged it all. "Not yet, princess." Elle scoffed, taking advantage of your sudden brainless for a moment so she could fuck you slowly, with soft movements, enjoying how you whimpered, your flushed face buried between her large breasts, your tongue licking her light brown nipples to pleasure her too, even though she was already enjoying herself just watching you whining and drooling while her cock moving in and out of you.

"My good girl... Always so good to me. Milking my cock and whimpering like a cute slut, desperate to cum soon around me." At that moment, Elle Greenaway was sure that she would never miss being fucked by a man. Now she would always rather fuck you with her strap-on and deny you as many orgasms as you could handle, until you finally let go and squirt all over her body at the end of the night.

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[bonbonly]

I NEED MORE CARLOS🙏🏽🙏🏽 ANYTHING CARLOS 🙏🏽🙏🏽 PLEASE BONNN🙏🏽🙏🏽

YOU ASK AND I SHALL DELIVER ALSO GUESS WHO'S BACK IN HER DORM LETS GOOOOO!!!! ALSO I MISSED WRITING COLLEGE!AU CARLOS X ART STUDENT!READER SO HERE YOU GO

bon's thoughts (18+)

college!au carlos sainz is circling around an art exhibition with his mother. it's one where his mother was personally invited to by a patron, and of course, carlos forced his mother to let you tag along. forced really wouldn't be the right word because his mother loved you, but his father kept telling him to let you rest since you had just come back from a week of stressful final exams. carlos reasoned it was your vacation, a well deserved break and with a pout, you packed all your bags and went with him and his mother.

he sees you across the room, looking at a large painting. you look so pretty, so elegant and put together. a soft smile on your lips, your hands behind your back, resting on the curve of your ass. he smirks, loving the way the dress hugs your curves and he's just about to walk over and make a teasing joke when he sees a man approach you. already off on a bad start because this man just places his hand on the small of your back, leaning in close to ask you a question that makes you laugh out loud. oh, carlos doesn't like that. he's scowling at the scene in front of him, he doesn't even noticed his mother nudging him with her elbow, asking him if he's seen you.

"no i haven't," he mutters, averting his eyes. no that couldn't be you. you knew better than that. if it was you, you'd have come over and by now and asked him to come accompany you to the other part of the exhibit. but you never do, too busy wrapped around this man's finger and laughing to whatever he has to say, walking with him way too close for carlos' liking. he's biting the inside of his cheek, slipping through the crowd to follow you, watching the wine in the man's cup sway back and forth.

and then it happened. the drink sloshes onto your dress which makes carlos scoff, he got the dress for you at a very expensive price and this man just ruined it! the man mutters some apologies, taking out a handkerchief and dabbing the stain off of...top of your breasts. his fingers slide against your skin, and you reassure the man that it's ok, he didn't have to apologize, stuff like this happens! the man steps back from you a bit with a sheepish look and you frown, opening your mouth to say something when you feel a presence towering from behind you.

"that's enough, mi vida. i think i can ask mama to get you a new dress," carlos' words are sharp, his eyes narrowing at the sight of you with wide eyes, completely oblivious to why he's so upset.

the dress would take some time to be delivered, which left you scrunching up wet paper towels and trying to blot the stain away. only problem was that through the reflection of the mirror, you saw carlos enter and you gasp out loud,

"carlos! this is a woman's bathroom! get out right-"

"that didn't stop us in college," carlos snorts, his hands fidgeting with the zipper of your dress. he yanks your dress off your shoulders, letting your tits spill out. the cold air makes your breath hitch, his hands kneading the soft flesh before carrying you to the last, large stall in the corner of the bathroom. his footsteps are deafening, each a punctuating remark about his mood which could only entail what your poor body's about to endure. he has you against the wall, one hand on your throat and the other hiking up your dress, slipping his thumb into your panties as it searches for your clit. his touch is teasing, slow and deliberate.

"i thought you were better than this," he snickers, squeezing your throat just slightly. you part your lips, a hand wrapping around his wrist, trying to push him away from your sensitive pearl but he's pushing on your clit harder, thumb moving achingly slow. "oh princesa, don't tell me you've gone quiet now. that mouth of yours should be running, no?"

"if you keep going, i might tell your precious mama that-" you whine when his thumb picks up pace, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he grins,

"tell my mama that i fuck you every night? that the reason i convinced them to let you stay at my house is because i just can't resist you? i'm sure my mama would love to know her precious son is out fucking the girl she welcomed in with open arms," carlos leans close, licking your bottom lip before nipping at it. you choke back another whine his fingers slide along your folds, already crying for him to give you the pleasure you wanted. he lets his fingers into your heat, thrusting in and out as you're bucking your hips, chasing after your orgasm but no sooner do you do that, he stills himself entirely and gazes at you with a very cruel grin. "you want it? beg... because i thought that man outside was occupying all your attention. don't think you really need me, do you?"

his fingers continue to torment you, and his other hand slides from your throat to rub hard, fast circles on your clit as he's curling his digits inside you, hitting the spot that makes you see stars. and as if you can't learn, you whine to him that you're about to cum only for him to stop immediately. this cycle continues for at least another 3 times, and by the end you're sobbing. your mascara's running down your cheek, you're sniffling and hiccupping.

"c-carlos please... please," you whisper, your hips continuing to grind against him and he purses his lips, pretending to be deep in thought. he glances at his watch on his hand, flicking his wrist to let the accessory shift properly so he can see the time. you had 5 minutes to spare before his mother would call him and you to come see a new gallery. he sighs, bringing a hand to your shoulder and guiding you to your knees,

"if you can suck my cock good enough, mi pequeña zorra, i might let you cum." your hands are flying to unbuckle his belt, bringing his pants down as you open your mouth obediently, letting him fuck your throat.

[gloryofroses19]

But I Wanted More

Pairing: Aaric Graycastle x healer!OC (Dinah Halliwell)

Warning: Illusions to Aaric's true identity

Some days in the Healer Quadrant were quiet. Whereas others, like challenge days, were chaotic and hectic as the Riders bled for their place in the Quadrant. 

Surveying the hustle of the infirmary, Dinah took a calming breath before calling out, “Cadet Graycastle?”

A muscular sandy brown haired figure startled at her call. With his broad back still facing her, she couldn’t help but marvel at how the sight didn’t phase her anymore. How many broad handsome cadets had she seen and lost in this very infirmary? 

But as her eyes met his distinctive green, she realized she could still be phased. When she saw the name on the file, she thought of him. Thought of the boy who had always been Aaric to her despite everyone else calling him by another name. Aaric since he introduced himself to her in the quiet of the royal library years ago. Aaric who now made her wonder if she conjured him from her mind. 

Yet, she had no magic and here he stood before her. 

Like the last time they had seen each and yet entirely different. What was once two teenagers saying goodbye to their fanciful youth, wishing that they could be led by their hearts and not duty. But instead now stood two adults steeped in blood and choices. 

“Follow me, please.” She instructed, turning and leading him to a quieter space. 

“Sit on the right side.” Dinah opened the curtain and gestured for him to go inside. Nodding to her fellow second year, she busied herself collecting supplies. She knew it was useless trying to maintain a physical distance, because the familiarity of him was already reblooming buds of affection. 

“I’m Cadet Halliwell. Can you tell me how you sustained this injury?” She had asked the only appropriate question as a million more were running through her mind. 

The weight of his stare felt as heavy as his shock of seeing her and he did nothing to lighten it. His siblings had always joked that she was his imaginary friend, his person and nobody else’s. And they weren’t wrong, because all they ever caught were glimpses and echoes of his time with her. 

“During a Challenge,” His voice gave off an air of laziness, however, his eyes were alert. His gaze was watching with the hope that she would look at him again. “The other guy pinned me down and it cracked.” 

Making a noise of affirmation, Dinah barely had time to process before a large warm hand wrapped around her wrist. “I won by the way.” Aaric added haughtily, as a smile spread across his lips as she finally met his gaze again. 

Unimpressed, though the corner of her lip raised offering a ghost of a smile. He had always been such a braggart around her, time hadn’t changed that apparently. “Congratulations” she replied sarcastically. “I apologize but if you want Professor Nolon to heal this quickly, you’ll have to go on the list.”

“That isn’t necessary.” 

‘Princes and their fragile egos’, she thought. But looking at him in his black clothing that suited him more than the royal attire, she amended her original thought. ‘Riders and their fragile egos’. 

“Then I’ll need my wrist back, Cadet.” Stressing his rank, she intended to remind him of her status. That she was a second year, his elder, and not a little girl. But she would be lying if she didn’t feel like a child. Like an insecure girl who had been trying to work the nerve to touch him. “I’ll splint it and you’ll need to not do anything strenuous for a few weeks for it to heal properly.” 

A comfortable silence settled across the pair as Dinah worked in setting and splinting his wrist. Aaric’s gaze never wavering from her face as if trying to memorize it with the fear that she would disappear right before his eyes again. She had once been a weekly constant in his life, a weekly solstice before his father ruined another part of his life.   

“Aren’t you going to ask why I’m here?” His voice broke the silence as she neared completing her job. 

Taking her time, she secured the final bandage before replying flatly.“Why would I? We don't know each other, Cadet Graycastle.” She paused waiting until the other healer and patient left. Then she regarded him with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.  “And if we did, I would tell you that your last name is very unimaginative.” 

Chuckling to himself, Aaric's chest ached with sorrow for how much he missed her all these years. “My mistake, you look like a girl I used to know.” He admitted, his voice softening with each word.  

Looking into his emerald eyes, Dinah longed to spend more time with him. Longed to hear how he had been all these years and why he ended up here. But longing for more time together had always been their way. “Mmm this sounds like the start of a bad pickup line.” 

“Do you want me to pick you up, Halliwell?” Aaric breathed, smirking at her. 

“Keep it dry when you can and here is some salve for the pain,” Placing a ceramic jar next to his hand, Dinah leaned in and then whispered, “Your highness.” 

Dinah watched as his gaze dropped to her lips realizing too late how her breath hitched. How gone was the boy who blushed when their hands brushed each other over books and tea.  

“It's nice to see you too, Di.” Aaric said with a chuckle, slowly standing up. Since their parting, he sometimes did think she was his imaginary friend. That someone so warm and bright couldn't have been more than a fictious being crafted by his subconscious. That try as he might, the sound of her voice and warmth of her laughter had begun to fade. But as he looked down at the woman she had become, he knew this time together had marked him anew. 

Watching him walk toward the curtain, Dinah couldn’t help but call out to him. “Shouldn’t you warn me not to blow your cover?” 

Aaric leveled her a skeptical look, his emerald eyes narrowing in mockery. “Why should I? We don’t know each other, remember?”

A/N: I'm trying the OC route, so I appreciate any and all feedback! Song Inspiration: Marigolds by Andrea Bejar (acoustic version)