#Don't ask where their fingers and the rest of their legs are this was just meant to be practice--

[wileys-russo]

Not sure if you’re taking requests but I’m a sad and anxious American who could use a bit of happiness rn. Thank you in advance but also no worries if this doesn’t spark anything.

Just a little fluffy something with Leah or Alessia at home, “there’s no way these are vegan” after surprising them with homemade brownies

special brownies II l.williamson, a.russo

"less you can't eat brownies, we have a match tomorrow." leah reminded sternly as you carded your fingers through the moody strikers hair, her head resting in your lap as she groaned loudly at your other girlfriends words.

"yeah leah a match i have to play on my period! at least let me eat some sort of warm chocolate if i can't curl into a ball and die." alessia mumbled miserably, rolling over and pushing her face into your hoodie covered stomach.

"don't!" you mouthed at the older girl who scoffed and was clearly ready to say something that absolutely would not help the situation. "i'll make you brownies for after the game tomorrow baby, i promise." you assured alessia, rubbing her back gently as she huffed, clearly not happy but somewhat accepting of the offer.

"with ice cream?" "with ice cream." "that vanilla bean ice cream in the blue container?" "yes lessi, i will make sure to buy that exact ice cream just for you."

"you're going to bake brownies from scratch?" leah snickered, lifting your shared girlfriends legs and settling herself onto the sofa, alessia digging her heels into leahs thigh mumbling about a foot massage, making the defender roll her eyes but oblige none the less.

"yes i am. are you going to try and tell me i can't? little miss 'childrens menu'." you narrowed your eyes skeptically, feeling alessia chuckle lightly before leah squeezed her foot too hard and her head popped up to shoot her a glare.

"well babe i think we all remember the last time you tried to bake. i, at least, can admit that i am not a good cook. which is why i'm dating one and a half of them!" leah grinned, quickly assuring the grumpy striker that she was the one and you were the half.

"half!" you protested, a little pinch to your thigh meaning you resumed scratching alessia's back where you'd paused momentarily, glaring daggers at the other girl a few cushions down.

"you do your best baby, and your best is good. but maybe you could just buy some brownies? that little cafe leah loves does them with the chocolate chips, we can grab a coffee and then heat them up later after the game." alessia mumbled into your chest, patting your thigh in an attempt to show support.

"do you both really think i'm that incapable of making brownies?" you asked in disbelief, the silence in response practically deafening. "wow! well the truth comes out." you scoffed in offense, both blondes heads snapping toward you as you attempted to wiggle out from alessias grip.

"no come on love don't be like that! baking just isn't for everyone. same as football isn't for everyone or maths isn't for everyone, its fine!" alessia held on tightly, tugging you back down and shuffling her body to lay on you more as you crossed your arms.

"everyone has their own special skill set baby girl, yours just doesn't include baking. more like...burning? hey i bet if we were ever stranded on a desert island you'd be able to get a fire going!" leah was clearly trying to be on the same supportive track as your other girlfriend but failing miserably as even alessia cringed at the attempt.

"no baby she didn't mean that don't-" but this time you managed to pull yourself free and roll out from beneath alessia, shooting up to your feet and taking turns glaring at the two blondes still laid up on the sofa.

"tomorrow i will not be coming to your game. i am going to spend the afternoon here baking and you will both come home to the best fucking brownies you've ever tasted-no actually the best vegan brownies you've ever tasted because i am that confident that i can do it. even without dairy!" you announced, stomping off to go sulk by yourself and look up some recipes.

"wait but babe you're still going to get regular ice cream right? not vegan ice cream? right? babe!"

~

you'd been so confident, you really had, which had made the fall from grace and back into reality a difficult one.

the reality that your girlfriends doubts weren't so far fetched and you might not actually be capable of baking, all the more prickly an acceptance to swallow.

which is what had lead to this disgustingly sneaky switch, the evidence of your previous three attempts scattered strategically around the kitchen for your lovers to see, and the evidence of the store bought brownies you'd rushed out to buy instead well hidden at the very bottom of the trash bins.

you'd just taken them out of the microwave to warm them up, very carefully stacking them up on a plate when you heard alessia's car in the driveway, leah playing passenger princess today.

they'd done their best this morning to grovel and sweet talk and try their very hardest to change your mind about coming to the game but you were stubborn by nature and once it was made up there wasn't much to be done to change it.

so they'd trudged off to the match like kicked puppies and you'd spent your afternoon burning chocolate and yelling at the oven trying to shift the blame before inevitably accepting your fate.

however you'd made such a fuss and a point both last night and this morning about your abilities that you may have accepted your fate, but you had no intent on letting your girlfriends do the same, the art of deception hopefully saving you the further embarrassment of eating your words with an audience.

"you did it!" alessias eyes lit up as she entered the kitchen first, hair damp and scraped up into a bun. "congratulations on the hat trick baby." you smiled, pecking her lips a few times before her loving gaze dropped down to the sweet treats on the counter.

"i think she plays better on her period." leah mused as she wandered in, the younger blonde shooting her a dirty look in response as leah kissed her cheek apologetically and wrapped you in a hug.

"you're so much prettier when you don't talk." you teased, squeezing her face in your hand with a wink as leah pulled a face and blew a raspberry on your cheek.

"less!" you laughed, turning around a few seconds later and already finding the striker with a mouthful of brownie, crumbs down the front of her hoodie and a blissed out look on her face.

"what? i was promised these!" she defended still with a mouthful of food making you wince and push her lightly. "yes you were babe and you more than earned them." you chuckled, leah reaching around you to take one for herself.

"babe there's no way these are vegan!" the milton keynes local scoffed after a mere sniff causing your eyes to roll as she took a cautious bite. "are too." you gestured your arms around to the plethora of substitutes piled around the kitchen as leah hummed skeptically.

"just tell her she did a good job, shut up, and stuff your face with chocolate leah." alessia defended, hugging you from behind as you smiled gratefully and kissed her jaw, pushing away from her as she shoved the other half of the baked good into her mouth and sent crumbs showering down on you.

"well i need a quick shower but ice creams in the freezer-" you kissed alessia's cheek since her lips were preoccupied making out with a brownie.

"-whipped creams in the fridge." you pecked leahs lips knowingly. "oi!" the defender grabbed at you as your hand collected with her ass with a wink, escaping to the bathroom for a shower and leaving them to their brownies.

which may have been a mistake.

when you returned it was to a welcomingly quiet living room, both of your blondes laid on the lounge watching a film, which judging by the bored look on leahs face and the concentrated one on alessia's, the film had been the strikers choice.

offering them both a cup of tea which was met with a resoundingly quick yes from each you disapeared to the kitchen, not hearing leah get up to follow you much to alessia's grumpy protests at being left alone.

"you know babe i noticed something very interesting about your brownies." leah hummed causing you to jump a little not having thought anyone was with you, flicking the kettle on to boil and raising an eyebrow at her questioningly.

"well you know i love a good jigsaw, yeah?" leah questioned, grabbing the plate of brownies which was remarkably untouched given alessia's desire to inhale the lot of them just moments before you ducked off for a shower.

"but with a jigsaw, all the pieces...have to match up." leah nodded down as your eyes dropped, leah having lined up the brownies which sure enough weren't even close to matching up together the way they would if you'd baked them in the tray you'd claimed to.

"well thats because-" "oh no no my girl, i wasn't asking." leah interrupted with a shake of her head and a finger pressed to your lips. "i know you didn't bake those, and they sure as shit aren't vegan." leah smirked knowingly, pulling your body closer into hers as she leaned down, lips ghosting your own as right as you tried to kiss her she pulled away, smirk growing wider as her hands slipped up your hoodie.

"the only question i want the answer to is, how are you going to make it up to us for lying baby?"

[daenysx]

remus lupin x fem!reader, fluff/comfort mostly ♡

-remus thinks he doesn't deserve anything nice. he can't be more wrong.

cw; this is super sickly sweet and romantic read at your own discretion, sleepy remus, friends to lovers (?), pining and yearning, touch starved!remus, kinda touch starved!reader, kissing, so much so so much kissing, remus smokes, he also apologises a lot, a bit suggestive at the end but nothing smutty

wc; 1.7k

loved by you

"remus?"

you lean slightly to see remus' face only to find him fast asleep on your side of the bed. his lips are parted, soft cheek melting against your pillow, and he looks peaceful. he looks like he's finally getting some rest and you could never disturb him when he needs it the most.

you know it's not polite to stare, and you never could if remus was awake. he's in all your wishes and every dream, a precious boy who has love for everyone other than himself. his long fingers are squeezing the blanket only a little, palm filled with the fluffy fabric.

there's an ache that grows. you want to kiss remus. the urge is sweet and impossible to follow, you want to press yourself on his lovely skin and get a glimpse of him. what would it be like to love him? love him like nothing can stop you. kiss him anywhere you want. read him books and poems, ask for his opinion, seek his hands under all the tables. all the casuality that comes with love, you want it.

remus is not your boyfriend.

you sit down properly on your bed. he always says he likes your apartment better than his. he looks like he belongs here. under your blanket and surrounded by your scent all over the bed. he lets himself be okay every time he's in your room.

you watch him. his small frown, tiny pout, but he looks pretty. he always looks pretty. too bad he's only a friend and nothing more.

he turns to his side in his sleep. you don't move.

remus stretches his legs, small sounds of back cracks follow, and he relaxes. his body looks for yours, he comes closer.

you think nothing of it. it only means he's exhausted. he is just a human with a tired body that he has to drag everywhere, it's normal that he seeks comfort. he trusts you, you know. it's okay if he wants to be closer.

when he extends his arm to wrap it around your waist, you freeze.

remus looks like a little boy when he pouts, not getting what he wants, he tries to pull you close with an almost useless arm. he murmurs something you can't hear properly.

you let him get you in his bubble. how can you not when he's obviously needy of it? connection and touch. remus craves it like he's been starved for so long. you're no better.

he puts his head on your chest. you're holding him in your arms in a second. his hair tickles your skin. he makes a tiny sound, it's full of yearning, the kind that makes you want to tangle your legs with his and never let him walk away.

"it's okay." you whisper. your hand goes up to cup his cheek. he nearly melts. "i'm here."

you'll always be here, if that's what he wants.

he tightens his arms around you. you drag your hand to the back of his neck, nails scratching his scalp, you play with him. he's sleeping so deep, you'd do anything for him to get a few hours of this.

"you are loved, so loved." you can't help yourself. you kiss right below his ear. it's too much for a friend. "just need you to know how precious you are, remus."

he doesn't hear your whispers. maybe this is better. he'd probably tell you to stop. stop complimenting. stop telling him that he's something he doesn't think he is. stop being so sweet on him. he doesn't deserve it, he'd say.

you want to fight all his demons.

instead, you pull him even closer, make sure he's comfortable where he is. the pillow is soft under his head, and you are incredibly warm and inviting. can he feel the gentle pressure of your fingers in his hair? you don't know, but you keep playing with him. taking your time, you count every eyelash and every tiny spot on his face.

an hour passes with your loving and remus' gentle breaths. he's still sleeping like a baby.

your fingers feel a bit numb. you try to relax them, focus on remus. you probably won't be able to appreciate his beauty for a long time after he wakes up. he'll thank you and leave, maybe he'll offer to make you a cup of coffee to let you know he's grateful. you don't really need that, but he'll feel obligated to do something in return.

he stirs awake after another fifteen minutes.

"hey." you whisper, gently coaxing him out of his sleep. "everything's okay."

the thin line between his eyebrows disappear after he realizes where he is, who he is with.

"i didn't mean to fall asleep." he says, his voice is rough and delicious. "i was- waiting for you."

"i know." you tell him. he still has his arms around you. "it's okay, you needed to sleep."

"yeah." he says, mind blurry with a comforting haze. his body is responsive to every bit of affection, he can't separate himself from you.

in that moment, something in the air shifts.

remus looks at you with longing. as if he knows this won't last. as if it pains him to leave your arms. he takes a greedy breath, inhaling your perfume and carving you to his mind. he'll remember this forever.

you don't know what this is, this weird feeling that makes you lean to his face softly. it can be madness. it can be love, a type of love that is so deep, you have to keep reminding yourself of your surroundings constantly.

"remus?" you have to say his name. you have to be sure.

"yes." he says. that's not a question. he accepts it. he wants it.

you fix his hair, hold his face with gentle hands as you get into his personal space even more. your lips are soft against his, hesitant, unsure and still.

remus lifts his chin to kiss you. the kiss is liquified, you feel it in your veins. he opens his mouth, slowly building something between you. you welcome the kiss with your entire being. you've been wanting it for so long, it doesn't even feel real.

he sighs into the kiss. you are pulled to his chest, his arms holding you as if you'll escape. remus is selfish, he kept himself under control for far too long, he has everything now and he wants more. more of you, more of this kiss, more of sleep in your bed.

"dove-" he sounds sweet under you. you don't break the kiss, the grey of the evening clouds fill your room, and you kiss remus.

"please, remus." you whisper between two short breaths. please, don't think you don't deserve this. you deserve everything. all the best of things.

this time remus knows he has to believe you.

you kiss his chin. the curve of his jawline fits snugly between your lips, he closes his eyes. is this how it's gonna be from now on? he lets you love him the way you want, do anything you want to him.

"we could have this before." you say as you brush your lips on his neck. his heart beats faster under your palm. you kiss the softest skin right there and he tilts his head back.

"i'm sorry." he apologises. it's a genuine apology. sorry for not seeing himself worthy of affection. sorry for making you wait. sorry for being so lost in his head.

"it's okay." you tell him once more this evening. "we still have time."

remus relaxes visibly. his fingers are wrapped around yours. you kiss his collarbone under the fabric of his shirt and he makes a little sound for you. nothing can be compared to this. to be loved by you.

"can i- can i make you a cup of coffee?" he offers. your eyes meet, you press your lips on his before nodding.

knowing he won't leave this time, you sit on your messy bed. remus' warmth lingers. you smile, lovesick and giddy, you need some fresh air.

only in your tank top and sleeping shorts now, you try to relieve your flushed body by opening the window. it's almost five in the evening, the grey clouds greet you with a soft breeze. you sit by the window as you wait for remus.

he comes back with two cups of coffee in his hands. his jeans hang low on his waist, his eyes are so clear. he puts the coffee cups on the tiny table you have. taking a sip from his cup, he reaches for his pocket to get a cigarette.

"you played with my heart rhytm there, you know?" he smirks. it's a boyish smirk and you are charmed forever. "gotta calm myself down."

"with coffee and cigarettes?" you get closer. he takes a long drag.

"we all have our ways."

you sit on his lap, he holds you away from the smoke and close to his chest. fitting like two puzzle pieces, you wait for your coffee to get a little cold to take a sip.

when remus finishes his smoking, he holds your waist with both hands. he looks at your face, he stares, every detail he gets to love freely from now on. your lips curl up nicely for him. he presses you to himself, your lips collide with his neck.

this time, though, he has a different plan. he cups the back of your head gently and gives you a kiss on the chin. you tilt your neck back, he puts his lips on your pulse point. the wind strokes your bare skin. remus licks a thin line on your collarbone before kissing it entirely.

"so soft." he whispers. "i can't believe you're mine."

he brushes his lips on your chest. your legs clench on either side of his thighs. "i've been yours for a very long time." you manage to say.

"i know." he knows alright. "i'm sorry for being a coward."

countless kisses on your skin to atone his sins. your core is pressed tight against him, you feel like you're melting. the fabrics are thin, he's so close. you watch the clouds through a pair of hazy eyes.

"let me have this for now." he pleads. he's almost collapsing, stimulated and he wants to enjoy it, to get lost in those longing minutes. he can't have everything in the same hour.

"just this?" you ask, breathless. remus puts his face on your chest as you pull him in for a hug.

"just this."

for now, it's enough.

[hypernova-writes]

What does she see? [Scout x Reader]

Synopsis: Once this beautiful lady graced their presence, all of the mercs were confused, especially Spy, at why the hell she went for a guy like Scout—

Pairing: Scout x 10 Class! Reader

Pairing name: Speedy Recovery (Scout/TheNurse)

A/n: I HAD THIS IDEA OF A JESSICA RABBIT LIKE ROMANCE BETWEEN SCOUT AND THE NURSE! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! NEXT SHOULD BE MEDIC!!!

"You did such a good job out there Darling.."

"Couldn't have been without your healing Dollface..you treat me right everytime.."

Some of the others didn't understand what Y/N saw in Scout. The two ended up attached at the hip from when she first started here.

Scout was...Scout, brash, vulgar, doesn't know how to talk to women (in Spy's opinion.)

So how could he end up with this beautiful belle wrapped around his finger. All he had to do was call out her name and no matter where she was in the field, it was like she would magically appear next to him.

She was taller than him, more..mature than him, yet all she could is swoon over him when he would make some corny joke, or flex his barely there muscles.

Sniper called Spy jealous (to which he was NOT). While yes, she was a fine young woman, it was obvious she was...interested in the buffoon.

So one day, Spy decided to ask her himself.

Y/n was cleaning her syringe after a day of battle, She had asked Scout to get his room ready since she was sleeping in his room tonight so he was free to question the belle.

"Y/n. Do you have a minute? I would..just like to ask you something."

Y/n looked up with a small smile, setting her weapon to the side. "Hmm? Lay it on me, then Spy, you know I love questions~" she said in a teasing tone.

Spy sighed as he leaned against the table. "What do you see in zhat...Man Child? You're such a woman of class, two medical degrees..and you choose...zhat?"

Y/n paused for a bit before she broke into a giggle, she turned to Spy fully and crossed her legs.

"Well for starters he makes me laugh..He's such a funny guy, and I love a guy who can make me break out into a fit of giggles, keeps the romance alive..you would know that..right Spy?" Y/n says as she moves to stand up.

"But besides that, My darling Scoutie means the world to me, so what if he's a little stupid..all of us are. We don't know everything, well unless your name is Dell Conagher–" She joked before she continued.

"But..he's the first to ever, ya know..look past the persona I put up. And I love him for that..He's such a sweetheart to me." She finishes with a small sigh. Spy stares at her with a tilt of his head. He'd never heard another woman speak so...highly of Scout.

Usually they called him every word in the book for annoying..but never Sweet or thoughtful.

"Oi! Ya Shape Shifting Spook! Are ya borin' ma girl to death ova there?"

Right on cue, Scout walks back from the task that Y/n asked him to do. He wraps his arm around her waist before pulling her close, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Rooms all straighten' for ya..just fa me to mess it right up when I get ahold to ya.." He whispers in her ear making her giggle and a blush comes across her face.

She then waves to Spy, as Scout easily picks her up, his hands on both of her thighs, making her wrap her legs around him. "Have a goodnight Spy!"

"Yea..cause I know we sure are~, God you are so sexy~! Im such a lucky guy."

Spy watched as they walked down the hall before shaking his head, before turning to see Engineer standing there.

"What do you want, Hardhat."

"Nothin', just admirin' the young love." He comes up and stands next to Spy, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Stop bein' such a worry wart. She's gonna treat him fine." Engineer says before guiding Spy to the rec room.

"Now c'mon, the rest of us are playin' cards."

Spy sighs, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms as he follows Engineer.

"I hope she does treat him right...He deserves zhat.."

He says to himself before finally leaving the hallway to join the others.

BOOM SUPRISSSEEEEEE another fic in this little series I decided to do with the Mercs x The Nurse! I'm coming up with cute little names, like how the rest of the mercs pairings are. Feel free to drop some below!! Next is medic i promise!!

[moralesmilesanhour]

looking the part

description: a college AU one-shot wherein Ekko watches you get ready for an end-of-semester celebration with some of Piltover's finest. wc: 572 tags: canon divergent-ish, ekko x black!reader a/n: wanted to try my hand at writing for Arcane characters :) the original rough draft was twice as long as what you see here lol

A calm quiet settled over your small single room.

Ekko watched idly as you attempted to wind your braids around your head in a large, elaborate bun. Still barefoot, you were half-dressed in a smart-looking white blouse (complete with a golden brooch that had moving mechanical wings), and a long black skirt that revealed your brown legs through two high slits.

“You look like Medarda,” he commented from his spot on your bed, chin resting in his palm. He had no plans tonight that did not include a long nap, and was appropriately dressed for the occasion in a white tank top and gray sweats.

The bun seemed to remain stable as you slowly removed your hands. You grinned into the dirty dorm room mirror at your triumph.

“That's the idea.”

“You want to look like a topside politician?”

The bun quickly collapsed when you whipped around to face him. He had that ‘be serious’ look on his face, a dark brow lifted in skepticism.

You crossed your arms.

“Ekko, don't start. It's just an end-of-semester party, and I'd like to look the part. That's all it is!”

Ekko put his free hand up in surrender.

“I'm just saying, I don't see the point in spending your whole night schmoozing when you’dve already got Viktor vouching for you.”

The space beside him sank a bit once you joined him on the mattress, and he sat up to accommodate. You stuck out your lips in a pout.

“Says the guy who scored an internship with Heimerdinger.”

Ekko retorted without missing a beat, “And do you see me copying his drip?”

The image of Ekko dressed head-to-toe in Piltie jewelry and double-breasted vests made you giggle.

“Never in a million years.”

“Exactly.”

“But that's not the same thing!” You pushed him by the shoulder, “I just think her hair's cute.”

He reached over to push a stray braid out of your face, the tips of his calloused fingers brushing your cheek as he did so. You watched him watch you, intently.

His clear brown eyes sparkled where the low desk light hit them, the same way they did the day you first met at one of Heimerdinger’s guest lectures. Ekko had raised his hand—the only one to do so—and asked some out-of-left-field questions about whether Hextech was especially vulnerable to ‘bad actors’ under council jurisdiction and whatnot.

Expecting him to struggle to be heard in that giant lecture hall, the ring of his voice cutting through the air, uninhibited and impolite, sent a shock through your system. It also sent the professor on a very long tangent on the dangers of the Arcane when left in the wrong hands, and you could've sworn you heard a snicker or two coming from Ekko’s direction when he had to be interrupted because class time had all but run out.

You stopped him before class ended, and awkwardly asked him if he had really bleached his hair to be that stark white color. He laughed, and invited you to lunch not long after.

“I could do you one better,” he suggested, snapping you out of your thoughts. He made a circular gesture around his head. “How ‘bout a crown?”

“Hm,” you pretended to think, though you were already moving to settle yourself in between his knees. “Do I get to borrow your earrings? Y’know, complete the look.”

A long sigh.

“Alright, but you better not lose ‘em.”

-

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[ilysungho]

could i request a dom!taesan enemies to lovers smut? with 54 + 63 + 77? 🫶🏽

a/n: sorry for the wait omg writer's block hit me so bad... i hope this is good </3 wc: tbd! contains: dom!taesan x sub!reader, sort of brat!reader, enemies (exes) to lovers? idk if i delivered that well!, manhandling, sligghhttt degradation, penetration (p in v), slight angsty plot, lowercase intended, prompts italicized, NOT PROOFREAD

knocks on the door caught you off guard while you scrolled through your phone mindlessly. the whole day has been going by lazily, a rare time away from your responsibilities to just do whatever you want to. getting up to go open the door, you were faced with the exact thing you wanted to do, though you didn’t want to admit it.

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

taesan pushed his way into your place, strutting in like he owned it. well, he used to. he grabbed your wrist on the way in, pulling you behind him before pushing you down on the same spot you sat at before on the couch.

“we both know what i’m here for, now get to work.” he rest his hands on his hips, looking down at you from his height like you were a bug he could step on. instead, you laid back, getting comfortable like you had been before taesan’s uninvited appearance. he watched as you pulled your phone out once again, ignoring his presence. his stance got lower slowly, making eye contact with your own.

taesan’s expression stayed on your own as his fingers reached into your pants (you never denied his touch despite hating his guts), finding your sensitive spots easily as always. but despite the newfound but familiar feeling, you didn’t stray from the intense stare down between the two of you. he kept working you through, collecting and spreading your slick easily, circling your clit.

"stop glaring at me like you don't enjoy me teasing you."

it’s not like you weren’t affected. you very well were, trying your hardest to keep your pleasurable sounds to yourself and steadying your breath every couple minutes. but it only got harder. the tension between you both kept making the air heavier, and eventually you reached your arms around him. pulling him close to you, you got your faces very close. “well stop being a tease and do something better. i’ll do what you want then.”

"yeah? well i'd fuck you right here, right now, if i could."

“then do it, who’s stopping you? or are you gonna keep being a pussy who can’t stick to his word?”

taesan growled as he pushed you down on the furniture you sat at, putting his legs over your body and pulling your clothed pussy to his bulge. your wetness transferred onto his own sweatpants, making him smirk at the sight before he pulled your pants off, his own following after. "don't wanna give something to a brat who can't obey me."

he aligned his tip with your soaking cunt, pushing into the ever familiar cavern. taesan’s soft hissing got accompanied by your own moans, muffled under a pillow you grabbed to cover your face. he held your waist, moving your body to his tip rather than him doing the work. “still so tight for me huh princess?”

“n-not your p-princess anymore tae…”

he frowned at your words, thrusting all the way into you in response. your hips jerked at the sudden pain from his bones hitting against yours, inciting a loud scream. “still screaming for me though, aren’t you?”

taesan’s thrusted into you in a proper pace now, watching your body obey him. you failed to stay quiet now, moaning to the rhythm he set while tears kissed the pillow’s weaving. he chuckled while asking how you’re like it, a mocking tone underlying.

sex with him hadn’t always been so rough, though you both had your fair share of it during the relationship. if it weren’t for his inability to keep promises and showing up where it mattered, maybe you both still would’ve been in a relationship.

taesan shook his head at the sad thoughts forming in his head. he loved you but this arrangement you both made was the only way he could still keep you in his life.

his pace never faltered as the thoughts clouded his mind, making you reach your high quickly, also due in part to the previous stimulation he gave you. you reached out a hand to grab onto something, his own hand grabbing yours. feeling the liquid surround his dick, taesan pulled out, satisfied to have you release around him. he leaned down to kiss your chest, getting up to go to the bathroom as you heaved under the pillow still.

getting in and locking the door, he rubbed out his own orgasm, his back sliding down the wall. he chuckled at his pain, whispering to himself, “fuck, you still have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know."

[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

a/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR GREENIES!!! I hope you all had a wonderful holiday! Sorry this took so long to post!

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Warnings: explicit language, mentions of blood, violence, mentions of previous fire/house destruction

WC: 3659

Chapter 22

It was late morning when you woke, the faint sound of conversation and laughter coming from the other side of the door. You blinked your eyes open, the curtains pulled shut to keep the harsh light from waking you. 

You roll over, muscles aching in protest. Groaning slightly, the memories of yesterday come rushing back. You were so sore in the best way. 

Wait, what time is it? You question. 

Leaning up to see the alarm clock, you realize it's just after eleven. Your eyes go wide. Did you sleep a whole day?

You push the covers off, ignoring the soreness and standing. Your legs were wobbly as you walked, making your way into the bathroom. Your neck was a little stiff, the ache all the way into your tissues from Chan's mark.

When did I get into Chan's room? You think, sitting on the toilet.

As you wash your hands, you see the mess that is your hair. You should probably locate a brush soon, but for now, you attempt finger combing. You notice the fresh mark, turning to see it fully and admiring.

Once you feel your hair looks less ‘i stuck my fork in a socket’, you retreat to the closet. You pick out some boxers and a shirt from Chan’s collection and throw them on. 

“Morning.” A male voice whispered. 

You jumped. “Don't sneak up on me like that!” 

Chan chuckled. “I heard you moving around. How you feeling?”

“Good.” You say with a smile, leaning into his chest. He wraps his arms around you, hugging you close as he kisses the top of your head.

“No pain?”

“A little.” you shrug.

Chan moves your hair from his mark and looks at it.

“It’s healing nicely.” he smiles.

You smile up at him in return, kissing his lips. He holds you flush with him, kissing you deeply as your mark tingles. Suddenly, you pull back, looking up at him.

“What?” he asks.

“I don’t smell your rut.” you note.

“Yeah. It’s weird…I woke up and was fine.”

“Is it because of the mark?”

“That’s what I’m thinking.” Chan shrugs. “You hungry?”

“Extremely.”

Chan laughed. “I bet. You haven’t eaten in over a day. We need to feed you.”

You followed Chan out of the room and into the kitchen where he fixed you a plate of breakfast foods from earlier that morning. Minho came from behind, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on the shoulder on the side of his mark. You lean back into him, and he squeezes you.

“You’re officially in the pack now.” He comments.

“I wasn’t already?” You scoff.

“Not technically.” Minho smirks.

“Rude!” you push him off you as the others come into the living room.

“You’re awake!” Hyunjin states as if surprised. You swear you see his shoulders drop a little as he makes a beeline for you.

He comes over, arms coming around your waist as he leans his head down into your neck, inhaling your scent. Your arms wrap around his neck, holding him close. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes -  you could feel he needed it. Chan smiled, knowing that Hyunjin could finally relax now. Then he sat your food on the table before he went into the living room with the others.

“You okay, Hyunjie?” you whisper to him.

He pulls back, looking in your eyes. “Yeah, I was just worried…”

“Worried about what?”

“You. Chan can be…rough when he’s in rut.”

You caressed Hyunjin’s cheek.

“He couldn’t be worse than any of the Nykos…” you half-smiled.

Hyunjin doesn’t say anything.

You kiss his soft lips, melting into him as an attempt to comfort him. He smiles, blushing. You pull him over to the table and sit him down in front of your food. He gives you a confused look but you just sit on his lap and begin eating. Usually Felix was the one to overthink and stress about little things. So you just did what you would do with Felix to reassure him you were okay. 

It must be working because he wraps his arms around your waist, laying his head on your back. Felix and Jeongin came into the kitchen and you all started talking. You were joking and laughing together while you finished eating. And when you were done, you all moved into the living room. 

“Where’s Chan and Minho?” you asked, noticing they were gone.

“Outside talking.” Jisung didn’t look up from his game as he pointed to the front yard.

You looked outside, seeing Chan pace the front yard as Minho talked.

“What are they talking about?” you ask.

The boys exchanged glances before Changbin sighed. 

“Reed is still in the wind. Police haven’t tracked him down yet.” he said.

You stay silent, growing angry that he’s still wandering free. You think back on what he said - how he threatened to kill Chan.

“He said he would kill Chan…” you say softly, staring at the floor.

“What?” Seungmin asked.

“Because I killed one of his men and he couldn’t take me away because the police showed up. He threatened to kill Chan in retaliation.”

Changbin rubbed your back. “It’s not your fault, sweetheart. He’s just…an evil man.”

You offer him a small smile before standing and going to the front door. You slowly open it, Minho and Chan going quiet. They both smile at you.

“Hey, baby.” Chan says, beckoning you over.

“How you feeling, Kitten?” Minho asks as you sit down next to Chan.

“Good. Sore, but good.” you say. “What were you talking about?”

“How to kill Reed.” Minho deadpanned.

Chan glared at him.

“What? I’m not gonna lie to her.” Minho said defensively.

“Better you kill him before he kills you.” you note, meeting their gazes. “He wants you dead, Chan.”

“Of course he does. I have everything he wants.” Chan smiles, bumping his shoulder into you playfully. 

You blush. “I’m serious.”

“I know, baby. But it’s eight against one. He’s outnumbered.” Chan says.

“He has so many packs under his control. He outnumbers us.” you say.

“You’re assuming they will still follow him after what he’s accused of. There’s a manhunt for him right now. He’s probably lost so much respect.” Chan comforted you by wrapping an arm around you.

A breeze blew by, your hair flowing and a shiver going down your spine. It was a bit nippy outside, the fall air biting at your exposed skin.

“It’s cold, you should have shoes and a jacket on before you catch a cold.” Minho lectures.

“I’m fine.” you glare at him.

“You’re shivering…” he says, glaring right back.

“Come on. We will go inside with you.” Chan says, standing up.

You follow them back inside, sitting in the living room. Chan draped a blanket over the two of you, pulling you into his side. He’s wanted this for so long that he was going to take advantage of every second.

“Do you have to go to the house today?” you ask.

“Yeah. And then I have to go pick out a backsplash.” Chan rolls his eyes.

“Backsplash?” you question.

“The tile above the kitchen counters,” he explained.

“I wanna go!”

“Let y/n pick the backsplash.” Jisung suggested.

“Can I?” You ask eagerly.

Chan chuckles. “Sure.”

“I’m just happy to not have those ugly cabinets. I hated those things.” Minho muttered as he got up to get his shoes.

You had gotten dressed and everyone piled into the suv to head out to the home improvement store. It had been a while since you were out in the world like a normal member of society. You didn’t realize how much you had missed it until now.

The gentleman behind the counter set out a handful of options in front of you and you studied them all. There were neutral ones and bold colored ones. There were also different shapes and textures. As you admired the options, you were overwhelmed by all the pretty ones. How could you choose just one?

You pushed your least favorite two away, and the gentleman returned them back to his collection. Then you tilted your head to each side, squinting an eye and scanning the rest with a very detailed eye. The gentleman was clearly annoyed that you were taking so long but the boys thought you were adorable. The way your brows furrowed as you concentrated, your tongue peeking out the side of your mouth.

“I like these two best.” you finally decide.

“Well you can only pick one.” Chan rubs your back as he looks them over.

“Minho, Felix. Which one do you guys like?” you ask.

“Uh uh, Kitten. It’s your pick.” Minho winked.

You swear you hear the gentleman groan from the shelf of samples he stood in front of as he placed the rejects back. He walked back over, a forced smile on his features. 

You finally pick a green subway tile, thinking it fits the pack best. It would go well with all the warm wood tones currently in the house. The boys approved, also agreeing it would look better than the tan tiling they had before. Minho showed you the newer cabinets they were getting in the kitchen as well, which you loved. They had a more modern look and apparently were slow close because he was “tired of Changbin slamming the drawers”.

After tile shopping, you all headed over to the house. You were nervous to see what damage had occurred, but held Chan’s hand as he led you inside, directing you on where to walk. You took in the fire and water damage, the living room and kitchen barely recognizable. There were industrial fans scattered around the house, making it really loud.

“Oh wow.” you mumbled.

You couldn’t help the twinge of guilt that threatened to make you cry as you took everything in. You knew it wasn’t your fault - it was Reed’s - but he did this because of you.

“The fans are to dry up any remaining moisture.” Felix informed, elevating his voice over the sound.

“It’s more than I thought…” you say.

“Most of the house was unaffected by the fire. Just the main level and a bit of the basement from the explosions.” Seungmin added.

“What was it?” 

“The police believe there were a few grenades thrown into the windows simultaneously. They exploded, creating a fire and…” Seungmin gestured to the surroundings, shaking his head.

“Your room is still intact so if you want to get anything.” Changbin said.

“Can I walk up there?” you ask, taking in the charred staircase with no railing. 

“Just be careful.” Changbin says with a nod.

“I’ll walk with you. I want to get my art supplies.” Hyunjin says.

The two of you walk up the stairs carefully, Hyunjin on the outer side. You watch your step, the wood creaking and splitting underneath you. You grip Hyunjin’s arm, stopping. 

“It’s alright. Just keep moving.” Hyunjin comforts.

The remaining carpet running down the middle was frayed and burnt. The whole house smelled like a campfire honestly. You hold Hyunjin’s hand as you walk, more in fear he would fall off the side than you tripping. At the top you relaxed, letting out the breath you were holding and looked over the melted banister. The living room below was a mess of burnt furniture and soot. A huge dumpster could be seen in the backyard, pieces of wood and furniture thrown inside. The fireplace was still standing, but most of the walls were removed on the two lower levels. At least the roof was still intact.

“The builders tore down most of the walls to rebuild them. It’s going to be a few weeks before they finish. So pack a bag of your stuff.” Hyunjin says, heading to his room.

You nodded, watching him go down the hallway opposite from yours. Being upstairs was slightly creepy, even more so alone. You were on edge as if the floor would just collapse beneath you.

Maybe I should go with him and then he can come with me. You thought before shaking your head.

It would be faster to go at the same time - and less time you would have to spend on the upper level. You hear the others, sifting through the scraps of wood below as you walk down the hall. At least the rooms weren’t destroyed.

You walk into your room, stopping in the doorway to admire your nest. You felt your shoulders relax instantly, walking to your bed and falling onto it. It still smelled like you…but with smoke now mixed in. You wrinkle your nose, rolling onto your back. 

You hear your door click shut and lift your head. 

“What the-” you ask, standing up immediately. “Hudson?”

“It’s just me. Reed isn’t here.” He whispered, holding his hands up in surrender.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Wanted to see the damage I caused.” he looked down, dropping his hands.

“You could have prevented this.” you remind him.

“If I wanted to prevent this, I would have had to sneak you out of the party and hand you over before he got here.” Hudson said. “And you wouldn’t have come with me willingly.”

“Fair point.” you cross your arms. “You still should have told me. We could have evacuated the house. People died because you were too chicken to tell us what Reed was planning.” 

You were nearly yelling now. He hung his head.

“People died because of you. Innocent people.” you continue.

“I know…” he says, barely audible.

You glare, shifting your stance. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I wouldn’t have come if I knew you would be here.”

You don’t say anything for a beat.

“Y/n, did you get-” Hyunjin says, opening the door and bumping into Hudson.

You see his eyes flash red, dropping his bag of art supplies and growling. He lunges at Hudson, pushing him back into your dresser with a bang. You wince, watching as he punches Hudson in the face.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He seethes, holding him up by the collar.

“I, uh-” Hudson didn’t know what to say, not that anything would save him right now.

Hyunjin throws him down to the ground as Chan walks in. 

“What the fuck is he doing here?” He growls through gritted teeth, looking at you.

You wince as you feel his anger. The anger in the room was suffocating and you wanted to curl up away from it all. You knew he wasn’t mad at you, but it didn’t quell your urge to flee. 

“He, uh..was j-just checking the h-house.” you stutter.

Hyunjin was on top of him, beating him to a pulp. Chan moves to pull him off, Changbin and Minho also come into the room. The rest of the pack stood at the door.

“Hyun…enough. Hyunjin, Stop!” He commands. 

Hyunjin stops, panting heavily as he looks down at Hudson’s bloody face. One of his eyes was already swollen shut, his lip busted. His nose was unnaturally bent and his cheekbone was probably broken too. You look away, stomach churning.

Hyunjin moves off your brother, Changbin and Minho picking him up and holding him up for Chan to speak with.

“Checking the house, huh? Or were you trying to steal? Maybe bask in all the destruction you caused?” Chan asked Hudson angrily. 

“No…” Hudson grumbled before spitting blood to the side. “I came to see how bad it was. How bad Reed had hurt your family.”

“Mmm. And where is your brother?” The pure disdain in Chan’s voice was palpable.

“I don’t know. I didn’t go with him.”

Chan punches him in the gut, making him groan.

“Keep lying to me and I’ll cut your tongue out.” Chan seethed.

You couldn’t stomach the harsh words or the tense atmosphere any longer so you left the room, heading down to the other end and finding comfort in Jeongin’s room. Felix followed you, wanting to comfort you while the others handled the intruder.

“I’ll ask once more….” Chan continued, pacing your room. “Where is your brother?”

“He’s staying at a motel not far from here. He didn’t go back north for fear he would be found by the police. I left him a few days ago so he could be gone by now.” Hudson confessed.

Chan squinted his eyes, studying Hudson before stepping back. “Here’s what we are going to do, Hudson. You’re going to help us take down your brother. And if you don’t…I’ll kill you myself.”

“If I help, can I see y/n?”

“See her? You just saw her.” Minho retorts.

“I mean…regularly. I know I lost my chance to ever be a part of the pack, but can I visit?” 

“Frankly, I don’t want you around. I don’t want her to have anything to do with you.” Chan states with zero sincerity. “But that’s up to her. Not us.”

Hudson nods. “I’ll help you.”

“Smart man. Now you’re using that brain of yours.” Chan pats his cheek demeaningly.

Changbin and Minho release him, stepping away. 

“What do you want me to do?” Hudson asks, slightly hunched over without their support.

“I want you to tell me what you know about your brother. His weaknesses, allies, secrets…anything I can use to destroy him.”

“Why not just turn him into the police?”

“Because a death sentence isn’t enough justice. He needs to suffer for all he’s done.”

After hours of sifting through Hudson’s brain, Chan felt they had enough to make moves on Reed. His plan was to go to the motel and drag him out, bringing him back to the house and beating him close to death.

“Chan…you’re on probation.” you remind him. “If you accidentally kill him…”

“I won’t.” he says, leveling his eyes with yours as his hands rest on your arms. “I promise.”

Chan makes his way down the steps and you look to Minho, silently pleading for him to do something. Minho sighs heavily, following after Chan and catching up to him at the car.

“You coming?” Chan asks.

“Y/n’s right. This is too risky. If we get involved, they might still find a way to charge you. Even if you don’t kill him.”

“You want this asshole to escape the country and be a fugitive living his best life on some remote island?” Chan asked, now in Minho’s face.

“No, of course not. But emotions are high right now and I think we need to slow down and do this the right way.” Minho explains.

Chan clenches his jaw, looking off to the side.

“We just got you back…” Minho whispers.

Chan looks back into his eyes, his harsh gaze softening. He pulls Minho into a hug and rubs his back. “Fine.”

“Let’s just let the cops handle this. You and y/n can testify against the death penalty and he can rot in a max prison somewhere.” Minho suggests.

“I just don’t like the idea he could be released or escape.”

“Me either, but we can’t let that push us to do the wrong thing.” Minho rubs the back of Chan’s head.

“What would I do without you? Without your words of wisdom and sane brain?” Chan smiles.

“You’d probably still be in that cell...” They laugh lightly. “But I learned it from you.”

Chan kisses Minho deeply. “Let’s call the cops then.”

At the motel, the pack was in the car, parked off to the side. Hudson was at the front desk, flanked by two officers. Once he was told the room, he informed the cops who made their way up to the second floor and stood outside his door. They knocked before kicking down the door.

You watched, heart pounding as you held Jeongin and Seungmin’s hands. Not too long after, the cops exited the room, shaking their heads as they yelled to the cops below.

“It’s clear. He’s not here.” the cop yelled.

Hudson squatted down, hands running through his hair.

“He left in a hurry. The room’s a mess and there’s no personal stuff left behind.” the cop told Hudson.

Chan walked over, arms raised at Hudson as if asking him what happened.

“I’ll call him. See if he answers.” Hudson says.

Hudson steps off to the side, calling Reed’s number. He calls five times before he finally answers.

“What the fuck do you want? You’re like a cockroach.”

“Where are you?”

“Why do you care? You said you were done with me if I recall correctly.”

“I want my sister. I want my family. So I’ll work with you.”

“Really? And what changed your mind?”

“It’s lonely on the road.”

“I bet you are.” He grunts as if amused.

“Reed, please.”

“I’ll think about it. Stay by your phone.” Reed hangs up.

Hudson groans.

“So we wait. He tells you where he is and we get this son of a bitch.” Minho says with a shrug.

“What if it’s a trap?” Hudson asks.

“Why would it be a trap?” Chan asks.

“If he saw all this…he could be setting me up or something.”

“A chance we will have to take.” the officer says.

Hudson swallows.

“Minho, have Changbin take the others home. We will see this through.”

“No.” you say, having overheard him. “We are staying.”

“Y/n, I don’t want you getting hurt or caught in the crossfire. I won’t be able to live with myself…”

“Chan… if there’s anything I learned from the movies I’ve watched with Felix and Jisung…it’s that the female is more useful than the guys ever give her credit for. I know you love and want to protect me, but this is my brother. I’m helping.”

“You can confidently say he won’t hurt or kill you if it comes between you or him?” Chan challenges.

You swallow. “No. But I will take the risk.”

Chan holds your gaze for a moment before caving. “Fine.”

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[lovelizards]

"Now, Meres, can you tell me what it is you've done wrong?"

The weight of the slender man's legs as they crossed at the ankles and rested on Meres' shoulder was nothing compared to the intense pressure he felt under his master's cold gaze.

How long had it been since he'd been punished?

The moments where he found himself on his knees begging for forgiveness were few and far between in the last few years.

Since he was broken in, Meres had always been a good dog.

No matter what the order was, no matter how fraught his sleep was with the nightmares of things he'd been forced to do, he had done them without questioning.

"Meres." The slender man spat his name like an insult.

"F - forgive me, my lord, I -"

"I asked what you did wrong. I'm waiting for your answer."

"Ah, forgive me, I - I -" Meres hesitated, because the answer wasn't exactly as clear as he thought it was. Should he just apologise for everything all at once? Surely the punishment would be easier if he just got it all out and admitted his mistakes.

The slender man sighed, nudging his head with the side of a shoe.

"You've never been the brightest dog, but must I really repeat myself a third time? Don't you know you shouldn't do things you'll have to ask forgiveness for in the first place?"

"Y - yes, of course, my lord...I - I have been hesitant in following your orders. And - and I've been too familiar with your possessions. And - "

The slender man interrupted him with a kick to the face.

It was the shock of pain rather than the force of it that knocked him, unbalanced, onto his back. Hot blood streamed from his nose and he coughed on it.

With a heavy sigh, the slender man stood up, and put pressure against one of his legs with the flat of his shoe, straining the muscle. Meres grimaced against the pain, but dare not utter a sound.

"Usually I wouldn't care about a neutered dog playing with some wild bird, but it seems like that filthy thing is a bad influence on you."

"A - a bad -?" Meres coughed, "No, she - Iska isn't -"

"Don't you know how cunning a mage is, Meres?" The slender man's tone softened, "they will say and do anything for their own benefit. Did you suppose breaking the tether I have on you would win her over? That the two of you might run off to a happily ever after?"

Meres didn't dare meet the man's eyes.

It was true that he'd been trying to fight against the enchantment.

Iska had said only the weak-willed could be controlled. She...had believed in him, that he could fight it. The arcane mind control that sometimes blinded him and caused him to lose hours, days at a time in a haze -

He had thought if he could break it, maybe...maybe they could...together...

But the slender man knew, he always knew. There was no escaping him.

"Forgive me, my lord...it - it wasn't because of her, I - I get headaches...that's the only reason..."

Meres did his best, but the fear made his voice break. It felt impossible to craft any kind of lie in front of his master.

"You poor, sad beast..." the slender man sighed, "I can see that mage has truly gotten her talons into you."

"N - no, my lord, it isn't like that - I - I only - aagh!"

The slender man gripped Meres' face tightly, his palm flat against Meres' eyes and fingers pressing painfully against his temples.

"Listen to me well, Meres. Are you listening?" The slender man tightened his grasp and caused a shooting pain to rocket through Meres' head.

"Agh - y - yes, I - I'm listening my lord -"

"There is nothing for you in the world except serving me. What would you be without me? I gave you what pittance of magic you were able to absorb. I gave you a purpose. You were nothing when I found you, and you'll be nothing again if you ever were to leave."

The slender man's words rang and echoed strangely in his head, humming almost like a song, tolling low like a bell.

Meres clenched his teeth against it, but with his eyes forced closed there was nothing he could do to distract himself from it.

"That mage's very blood flows pure with mana, she is a mage the likes of which you could never begin to imagine. Even when I break her, she will still be more than a pathetic mutt like you."

The slender man was right. Meres was nothing. Not strong enough to defend himself. Not strong enough to break the mind control. Only as good as his strength. Nothing...nothing...

"A powerful mage..." Meres mumbled, feeling a strange numbness in his fingers, "Iska is..."

Iska...Iska...the name echoed again and again in his mind.

Somewhere, swimming in the fog, like a weak flickering light against a darkness, he found her face. The soft of her lips, the brush of her fingers, her sharp eyes and her voice like a melody when it called his name.

"Poor Meres," the slender man said gently, "so strong of body, yet so weak of mind..."

"Yes...I - I am weak. Forgive me, my lord...I never meant to..."

The slender man slowly pulled his hand away, but Meres kept his eyes closed. He wanted to keep the image of Iska in his mind for as long as he could.

The only light he had ever known in this cold, dark place.

"Retire to your room. I am busy now, your punishment will come later."

"Yes, my lord..."

Meres stood, his legs aching. He finally opened his eyes, wincing against the pale white light of day filtering in through the curtains.

He could feel the beat of his own heart, not racing, but drumming a steady march. Maybe...when he told Iska how he'd been fighting against the enchantment...

Maybe she would reach out to him, touch his face gently.

And if they could...somehow...leave this place...

Even if he became nothing, as long as he was by her side...

Then maybe some day he could see her smile at him.

And that would be enough.

[bisexualbrainrots]

part 2 of the louliver fic inspired by this ask from cj's page and fuck, why was this so long I- anyways, enjoy y'all

“When you said you wanted to draw me I didn’t expected you to drag it out this long”

Lou looked up from his chair, and chuckled at the bored expression in Oliver’s face “It hasn’t been that long, c’mon”

Oliver arched an eyebrow and pointed at the clock “It’s been exactly an hour since you started… also, I’m kind of cold in here” he wiggled his hips on the couch, making Lou smile.

“Well, that’s what happens in nude modeling, Oliver”

Oliver scoffed but went back to his original pose, resting his head on his forearms, slightly flexing them, with one of his legs bent high enough to cover his crotch from Lou’s view. He wouldn’t admit it but he really liked it, he liked the way in which Lou studied him, his eyes focusing on different areas of his body at a time before going back to the page.

“If this isn’t going to be one of your best works then I’m sorry but you’ve wasted a good hour where you could’ve fucked me into oblivion”

Lou snorted a laugh, without taking his eyes away from the sketch “Perfection takes time, Oli ” he smirked, knowing the younger was watching him “Besides, you already came before I pulled the charcoal, it’s how I got you to agree to this”

Lou shifted in his seat, remembering the way the younger had come down his throat, leaning against the kitchen island.

Oliver laughed, his chest shaking a little “And it fucking worked, remind me not to listen to you after you’ve gotten me off Lou”

It was not really that surprising the amount of things both men could agree to after coming, given that sex between them was nothing less than extraordinary. They would end up dazed, no thoughts on their heads but the wave of pleasure that just washed over them, which in most cases tended to be intense.

Months of sex could do that to you, especially when it was as exploratory as theirs.

They had gotten to know each other’s bodies well enough to hit those spots that would make them see stars, that would make them lose themselves to ecstasy and not stop until they reached the finishing line.

Lou gave one last brush with his thumb to the paper, the finishing touches done and he hummed, pleased with the end result “Okay, I’m done, you can stop your whining and get dressed… or not ” he looked at him as he grabbed a cloth to clean his hands, carrying that playful smirk Oliver had gotten to know over the last months.

Oliver sighed with content “Finally” he sat on the couch, leaning towards the older “Can I get a peak then?, seeing as I’m probably the only one would get to watch this”

Lou rolled his eyes but gave him a small smile “Okay, get in here” he watched carefully as the younger approached the armrest, and before he could sit and watch he spoke “Look, I’m my worst critic, so I don’t think it’s perfect but… here it is”

He didn’t expect for Oliver to lose his breath as he took in the drawing, brushing it with his fingers, enchanted by it “This… this is really good Lou” he looked up at the older, biting his lower lip before speaking “Is-is this how you see me?”

Oliver did look good, really good. Lou captured everything, from the fluffy curls on his head to the definition in his muscles. The shading made it almost look like a filtered photograph, you could still tell it was a drawing but it was impressive how stuck to reality it was for the most part.

Oliver’s face in the sketch looked angelic, his eyes soft as they were looking at the front, it was a bit eerie since it looked like he was staring into you. He was gorgeous though, his lips looking plump and his birthmark adorning his face. Oliver couldn't believe it.

He looked perfect.

Lou cleared his throat suddenly nervous “Well, yeah I guess, I mean I tried to make this as realistically as possible, I don't usually get to practice this style that mu—” his rambling couldn't continue thanks to Oliver's lips on his, accompanied by his hand that was cupping his face. 

Lou closed his eyes and gave into the kiss. It was sweeter than most, it almost reminded him of their first kiss, when they rehearsed for their scene on the show.

When they stopped he was breathless, staring into the younger's eyes and almost moaning at the way his pupils had overpowered the blue.

“C’mere” he said, carefully placing the sketch on the coffee table before grabbing Oliver's hips, making him straddle his lap.

Oliver squeaked at the strength, giggling when he had Lou's hands all over him, and started trading kisses along the older's cheek and neck. He nipped at the earlobe, giving it a lick “I looked really fucking good, Jesus , how the fuck did you do that Lou?” he whispered in his ear.

Lou groaned when he felt Oliver grinding on him and kneaded his asscheeks, getting one his fingers closer to the rim “I just… I have a lot of practice, you know?”

Oliver shivered when he felt Lou's digit stimulating his entrance and demanded him to put it inside quickly. This got him a strong spank that made him whimper.

Lou took the finger out and brought it along with other two to Oliver's lower lip “Coat them well if you want me to fuck you, Oliver” the younger moaned and welcomed the digits immediately, licking and drooling onto them like they were Lou's actual cock. 

Lou cooed, complimenting the way in which the younger sucked off his fingers, his other hand playing with Oliver's curls. Oliver closed his eyes, putting on a little show for the older, whom he knew was going to be looking at him intensely. 

When Lou had decided it was enough he took them out and slid one finger into Oliver's hole, making the younger squirm and hold himself by the older's shoulders.

He slowly started to open him up, sliding in and out his finger until he could see the way Oliver was looking for more. A second digit was added and Oliver started moaning louder, hiding his face in the crook of Lou's neck. 

When it was time for the third finger the younger was sobbing, tears streaming down his face as pleasure overtook him. 

When Lou found Oliver's prostate the other jolted and cursed loudly, rolling his hips to get more of Lou's thick fingers “Yeah that's it, ride my fingers Oli , c'mon, fuck yourself with them” the older's voice reached a new low that surprised the younger and made him lean back enough so that their noses were brushing.

“Fuck, Lou… fuckin’ hell” he gasped against the older's lips, their hot breath mingling together. Oliver groaned and joined their foreheads “Fuck me, please Lou just fuck me now, ah ”

Lou took the younger's mouth and slid his tongue in, kissing him passionately as his fingers started to slow down, receiving a loud complaint from Oliver. He continued the kiss as he took hold of Oliver's ass and lifted both of them from the chair, leading them to the couch with him on top of the younger.

Lou held Oliver's wrists and lifted them over the younger's head, grinding against him. He separated from the kiss and started trading some along Oliver's neck, receiving sighs and encouragements from him. 

“Why am I the only one still clothed here, Lou? ah yeah, there , t-take those damn shorts off”

Lou chuckled against Oliver's neck and gave him a gentle bite, which made the younger squirm “I’m sorry, your royal highness, but I don't answer to mean”

“You like it when I'm mean”

Lou rolled his eyes and groaned, letting his hold on the younger's wrists go and allowing Oliver to undress him “I do, I also like it when you're needy which I recall you were when you begged me to fuck you” his impression of the younger got him a twist on his nipples and he laughed, letting all his clothes fall to the floor with the help of Oliver. 

When he was naked he looked between the cushions and cheered when he found the lube, receiving a mockery from the younger. 

“You’re such a dork Lou” 

“A dork that will pound you into the couch in the next minute or so, so we better get you ready” he chuckled as he poured some lube on his fingers and slid them inside Oliver, who squirmed at the feeling. 

It only took a couple of thrusts with his fingers to get Oliver ready, which both men secretly thanked as Lou took a cushion and placed it under the younger's hips.

Oliver got another cushion to rest his head in and locked eyes with Lou as he lined himself in his entrance. He gasped, breathless as the tip entered and closed his eyes shut the more inches slipped in “W-why did you have to be so big Lou?” he grabbed onto the older's biceps, sinking his nails in.

Lou chuckled “You ask yourself that and I'm still wondering how you are so tight after I opened you up” both men snorted a laugh at that and Oliver fluttered his eyes open. They gasped when Lou bottomed out, Oliver's mouth hanging open as a whimper escaped his throat. 

“Fuck… fuck ” Oliver was breathless, taking gulps of air as he felt Lou filling him up “M-move, please …”

Lou gave him a soft smile and slowly started to roll his hips, pulling soft moans from the younger's mouth. He leaned in, kissing his forehead and joining them as his pace picked up, thrusting deeply into Oliver. 

Oliver’s legs wrapped themselves around Lou's hips, and his moans filled the room as the older kept fucking him “Harder, fuck me harder Lou”

Lou did as such, letting out a groan as he leaned his head back, admiring the way the younger looked form that angle “Sometimes it’s really annoying how beautiful you are, Oliver” the younger looked at him and smiled faintly, his face and chest covered in a red blush “Makes me want to paint all over you”

Their bodies were sweaty now as they slammed into each other, skin to skin sounds that made both men sigh.

“We c-could, ah , you know there’s edible paint, right?”

Lou's eyes sparkled, thinking about all the things he could create on the younger's body, and how he could lick all of that off with his tongue, taking his time to ruin the other “You’re giving me ideas, Oli”

Oliver chuckled but then bit his lip, looking at the older with pleading eyes “Lou…” 

Lou looked at him confused, it was a different look from the ones he had been giving him up to the moment “W-what? Are you okay?” 

He cared about him, despite the way Oliver has hurt him before. Sometimes it made him sad, to know he had become so infatuated with a person who will never reciprocate those feelings.

“It’s just… fuck , Lou, lift my legs” the needy moan that escaped Oliver's mouth bounced around the older's head “I-I want you in deeper, please fucking lift my legs”

Lou smiled and gave him a small kiss before leaning back, taking Oliver by the ankles letting them rest on his shoulders. The change in angle made it easier to fuck into the younger deeper and faster, and suddenly, Oliver screamed. 

“Touch yourself Oli , c'mon, jerk yourself off” the softness in Lou's voice was a bit too much for Oliver, who teared up as his hand reached his aching cock, pumping it hard.

Lou’s hands caressed Oliver's legs, a soft touch that contrasted with the hard thrusts that drilled into the younger's ass “I’m obsessed with your legs, Oliver, they're so long it's ridiculous, fuck ”

Oliver’s laugh turned into a loud moan as the older kept hitting his prostate, and he just knew “Lou I-I’m gonna come, shit , Lou please come inside, I need, I need—”

“I know” Lou’s thumb stroked Oliver's lips and the younger sucked on it, never letting his eyes off the older “Shit, Oliver ”

The care in Lou's voice was enough to send Oliver over the edge, and he came hard. His cum reached up to his pecs, and his body shook so hard you'd think he was convulsing. 

It took a few more thrusts for Lou to reach ecstasy, screaming Oliver's name as he filled his hole, so much he knew he was overflowing it.

He carefully dropped Oliver's legs to his sides before collapsing on top of him, their chests sticking together as they got their breathing under control. 

“Fuck, that was…” 

“Amazing” Oliver finished, and both chuckled before kissing softly.

Lou pulled out, making the younger wince, and rested his head on Oliver's shoulder “I think I'll stay like this for a while Oli I can't… I don't think I can stand up just yet”

Oliver chuckled “ You can't stand up? Lou I can't feel my lower body… but I'm not complaining, that was a good fuck”

Lou smiled, and kissed his neck “Yeah, it was”

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[middle-ans]

may i ask for arranged marriage ceo lewis and model georgie pretty pls? <333

This one is so delicious to play with, thank you for the ask! To you and couple of anons who also asked for arranged marriage au (1599 words)

Lewis exhaled with the weight of his latest sleepless nights, rocking back against the solidity of the back of the chair in Sebastian's office. He hadn't taken a shred of relief from the fact that, on the advice of his assistant, he'd let other people's ears take the burden of his troubles.

“So this Rosberg situation isn't improving in any way?” Sebastian frowned, drifting his gaze over the man's inherent creases of imperfection on the silk shirt beneath. Not at all like Lewis.

“He's so intent on nibbling off as big a piece of the cake as humanly possible, that's all the lawyers have come up with. This farce, I don't know, sounds like madness, but the only legal way to stop his expansion is just this.”

“Marriage,” raising his eyebrows, Sebastian sighed. “With someone trustworthy and not mouthy to take over some of your assets, as well as property, real estate, cars-”

“Thanks,” Lewis rolls his eyes, tapping fingers on the armrest. “You're not helping matters by voicing all of that.”

“Your former business partner, co-owner of a stake in your magazine and part-time a man with little more than the prefix ‘ex’ to other roles in which I wouldn't imagine him anywhere near you, wants to strip you of the lion's share of your corporation,” he shrugs, letting out a disbelieving chuckle. “One has to make sure.”

“And by marrying someone who can divest part of the ownership with me I can salvage the situation.”

“Well,” the blond man's broad palm circles the spacious office, the most obvious of all. “You happen to be in a place that's a little more than just a friendly company to you. A twin company, I'd say. Vesper House has partnered with Hamilton Inc. for as long as it's existed, our models are on the covers of your magazines, where else would you find a confidant? Trustworthy enough for people to believe - yes, it could be Mr. Hamilton's husband.”

Lewis lets out a breath through his nose with a gasp of eagerness, turning back to the glass wall revealing the entire busy floor hallway. Faces worth a million and bodies on bars of gold wander routinely in grace between offices, pick any one and a few people will choke on their dry Martinis at an Upper East Side party. Still, that wasn't all Lewis was looking for.

“Any of them with the wisdom to carry on someone else's legacy?” he squints, clinging his gaze to the passing figure of a long-legged model, immediately abandoning it as the very idea, rejecting the option. “Knowing he has no real right to any of this? Someone capable of playing a love story believably for all the world to see?”

“As a matter of fact, yes, there is one someone.”

Pushing his foot off the floor, Lewis swings his chair back toward the CEO's desk, arching an eyebrow in intrigue.

“Who?”

“He's a relatively new face. But oh, what a promising one. I believe you haven't met him before? I put him on Vogue Italia, GQ once, but not - Samantha, can you check if George is here? George Russell, Susie's boy, ask him to come to my office - yeah, not your magazine. Bright, doesn't talk out of his ass, very dignified at parties, the only one who'll be sober and cheerful for the rest of the event. And, well. Something, a good feeling about him, yeah. I guess in a case this delicate, it has to be.”

Maybe there was something Lewis wanted to say there, but a brief knock came at the door behind him and it opened with a quiet noise, letting in the sound of the bustle of halls for a bit.

“Mr. Vettel, you wanted to see me?”

A snippet of Sebastian's smile is what Lewis sees first before shifting his gaze and body to the side to look at the model. And prejudice be damned, his easy short walk from the entrance to the vacant chair in front of the desk in loose white slacks, a simple shirt buttoned up to the beginning of the rise of his collarbones up over tanned skin, the casualness of the welcoming smile that someone who must be George Russell turns to Lewis makes the man settle a pool in his own mouth. He waits until George looks at his boss again to swallow spit, not wanting to appear an idiot, and of all times now he's definitely not in a position to prioritize a pretty face above his immediate concerns.

“I believe you've never met before?” Sebastian readily points his hand toward the man so far unfamiliar to the model, but Lewis foils his attempt with his own outstretched palm for George, mastering a relaxed curve of his mouth in a smile for a first impression. Sebastian holds back a surprised noise at the bottom of his throat, not at all the way Lewis usually prefers introductions to come, waiting for his name to escape another man's mouth, no, he parts his lips himself, all too turned torso towards the model rather than the man on the other side of the desk.

“Lewis Hamilton,” he lets out softly, taking the pleasant weight of George's hand in his own. “Hamilton Inc.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” George chuckles, squeezing fingers subtly in their relaxed grip beneath each other's wrists. “Magazines, fashion houses, TV shows. Nice to meet you, Mr. Hamilton.”

“Pleasure is very much on my side. And Lewis, please.”

Sebastian rubs his forehead in surprise, deciding whether to interfere with the flow, but clears his throat nonetheless, and a sharp sound breaks the contact of their hands, still gently, with the proper slip of fingers over skin in a brief goodbye.

“I called you in to discuss a potential job. Not exactly your profile, if I may, but no pressure to choose, you know. You see, Mr. Hamilton-”

“Lewis,” the man corrects insistently, continuing to consider the intricate shades of blue, green, and gray in wide eyes.

“-needs a special favor. And his case is quite-”

“That was you on the April cover of Vogue, wasn't it?” Lewis curves his mouth in a wider smile, exposing a blinding row of teeth, and George reciprocates in the most natural way possible; if Lewis pulls his chair a little closer he's sure to capture the blossoming blush on his cheeks, the lines of dimples in his generously presented toothy smile.

“I was, indeed.”

“That Brioni you wore, was exceptional.”

George tilts his head curiously, some strands of his curls flopping up against his high forehead and he squints in pleasant surprise.

“The finest of Italian, isn't it?”

“And the Loro Piana knitted collection for the February issue, yes, now I remember the face.”

“I might be hurt that you once forgot it, but if you pop a guess at my favorite shoot of the year for the third time right, I can excuse the offense,” George throws a leg over his foot, the whole elegance of his body shifting in an axis closer to Lewis, and men are the weaker sex to resist something that represents a true, delicious beauty of the whole expansion of skin even when all he sees of it is a few inches of chest, wrists, and ankles. He's already into it, desperate to find out more.

“That's a high stake,” Lewis smiles, licking his lower lip in the most humble way available. “But maybe, ah, I'd bet on Dior Homme, but you're a much more intriguing bird. Ermenegildo Zegna, perhaps?”

A giggle pouring from flushed pink lips smoothly, effortlessly, George nods, leaving one hand wrapping around the waistband of his pants, relaxed on the curve of his hip.

“You're very much right.”

Sebastian has to clear his throat not so glibly, raising an eyebrow at Lewis, but throwing a businesslike smile at George, and the model switches in the most discreet way, setting his attention back to the man at the table, still not getting rid of the soft smile.

“Husband,” he blurts out with a rush, Lewis rolling his eyes, pinching himself on the bridge of his nose. Couldn't have done it more subtly. “Lewis needs a husband to protect his share of assets in what is essentially his company, and he's looking for someone trustworthy, able to carry himself around safely in public for what should be a very public and convincing affair.”

“Couldn't have laid it out better even coming out of Harvard, Sebastian,” Mr. Hamilton sighs, turning his head again to the model, pleased not to find instant rejection there. “It's not as bad as it sounds, really.”

“Being your husband, you mean?” George drawls teasingly, baring his snow-white smile while the man next to him chuckles, shaking his head.

“As a matter of fact.”

“A marriage of convenience,” the model quietly savors the intrigue on the tip of his tongue, tilting his head. “For the world to see. It's high melodrama.”

“But worth playing, I hope?”

“Whoa, hold your hats, first we need a very clear legal framework-”

“Do you find yourself free for tonight?” Lewis leans on the armrest with his elbow, dancing his fingers along the edge of his lips. Sebastian drops his hands tiredly into his lap.

“I don't have any plans for the night, do I, sir?” George glances across the table, and Sebastian shrugs, playing with the clicks of his pen.

“You're your own man.”

“Well,” the model returns his attention to Lewis, replicating the shrug easily and casually. “Then I'd very much like to hear the backstory, Lewis.”

[hueningstar]

https://www.tumblr.com/hueningstar/771586722068873216/if-youre-not-uncomfortable-with-it-dont-you-think?source=share

ooh I loved this soooo much

can I please request for some soft dom beomgyu and sub f!reader. Where he takes his nice and long sweet time and the rest is up to you. I am excited to see what you’d write tbh

Calm and Steady

Summary : Beomgyu passionately makes love to you, whispering sweet nothings and dirty phrases in your ear as he claims you completely.

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A/N : I looove when ppl praise me for my hard work. Thank you so much,dear anon!!🤗🫶 Also, I lowkey had a hard time portraying Beomgyu as a soft dom since I'm more on the kinkier side so I hope I didn't dissapoint.😣 plss don't hesitate to ask for more,I'd gladly do it!☺️

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Pairing : soft dom!beomgyu × sub!reader

Warnings : soft dom beomgyu, eating out, unprotected sex(wrap it b4 u tap it), gyu is really a sweetheart in this one🙏

MDNI

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The room was quiet, the only sound coming from the gentle hum of a playlist Beomgyu had set up earlier. You sat on the edge of the bed, your legs tucked beneath you, feeling his eyes on you. He was standing by the window, leaning against the frame, his hands resting casually in the pockets of his sweatpants.

He turned toward you, his soft brown hair falling slightly into his eyes. There was no rush in his movements as he approached, his presence filling the room with a calming, steady energy.

“Look at you,” he said softly, his voice a warm hum that sent a shiver down your spine. His tone wasn’t demanding—it was full of quiet reassurance, the kind that made you feel both safe and utterly exposed. “So beautiful, sitting there all nervous. You don’t have to be, you know.”

You blinked up at him as he crouched in front of you, his hands resting lightly on your knees. His thumbs traced slow, lazy circles over the fabric of your leggings, grounding you.

“Hey,” he said gently, waiting until you met his gaze. “If this is too much, we can stop. You set the pace tonight. But if you let me, I’ll take care of everything. You just have to trust me.”

His words were soft yet firm, his tone leaving no room for doubt. He reached up, brushing his knuckles against your cheek, and your breath hitched at the tenderness in his touch.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his lips curling into a smile as you leaned into his hand. “That’s my brave girl.”

Beomgyu's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your lips parted slightly. He leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting over your ear.

"You're so responsive, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "The way your body reacts to my touch... it's addicting." His hands continued their slow exploration, trailing up your sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts.

He gently squeezed your breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. You let out a soft gasp, your head falling back against the bed as he leaned in to press his lips to your neck. "So sensitive," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

"I want to see you," he whispered against your neck, his hands already working on the hem of your shirt. His fingers brushed against your bare skin, sending goosebumps down your arms. He pulled the shirt over your head, and your nipples hardened in the cool air.

He unhooked your bra with practiced ease, the straps sliding down your shoulders. He tossed the bra aside and took in the view of your bare breasts, his eyes darkening with lust. He palmed one breast, his thumb rubbing the sensitive peak. "So perfect." he breathed.

He wrapped his hands around your breasts, squeezing gently as he leaned down to capture a nipple between his lips. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as he pinched the other nipple between his fingers. You arched off the bed, a high-pitched moan escaping your lips.

Beomgyu released your nipple with a soft pop, grinning at the desperate sound of your moan. "Shh, we have all night." he whispered teasingly, soothing the abused bud with his thumb. "Let's get you out of these leggings, hm?"

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your leggings and slowly pulled them down your legs, his gaze never leaving your face. You felt yourself getting wetter by the second, your heart pounding in your chest as he revealed your matching pink underwear. "So pretty,"

He hooked his fingers under the elastic of your panties, teasingly dragging them down inch by slow inch. Exposing your glistening folds, he groaned appreciatively. "Look at this, I barely touched you and you're dripping already." He leaned in, inhaling deeply, savoring your scent.

"You smell divine, sweetheart," he murmured appreciatively, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. Unable to resist any longer, he sealed his mouth over your pussy, dragging his tongue through your slick folds in one long, slow lick. "Mmm, delicious too."

He curled his fingers under your thighs, lifting your legs over his shoulders as he buried his face between your thighs. He licked and sucked greedily, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep you in place as he devoured you like a starving man. "Beomgyu."

Your voice was a high-pitched, desperate whimper as he sucked hard on your clit, his tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Suddenly, he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them to rub against your g-spot as he continued to feast on your pussy.

"That's it, baby," he whispered against your swollen folds, his voice vibrating against your sensitive nerves. His fingers moved faster, pressing harder against that sweet spot while his tongue teased your clit in feverish circles. "Come for me." he commanded, wanting to taste every drop of your release.

Your body coiled tighter and tighter under his skilled ministrations, and with a sharp cry of his name, your orgasm crashed over you. Wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through your trembling body as Beomgyu continued to lap at your pussy, drinking down every drop of your release.

As you convulsed above him, Beomgyu slowly stood up, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. He looked down at you, sprawled bonelessly on the bed, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. "Turn over,"

He gently tugged on your ankle, urging you to turn over onto your stomach. Once you were in position, he climbed onto the bed behind you, settling his body over yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Such a good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

His large hands slowly roamed over your curves possessively as he nuzzled into your neck. "Lift your hips." he whispered softly, his fingers splaying out over your stomach to encourage you to arch your back.

With a contented sigh, you lifted your hips, giving Beomgyu easy access to your pussy from behind. He lined his hard cock up with your soaked entrance, teasing the head against your lips before pushing forward, sheathing himself inside you in one smooth stroke.

Beomgyu set a slow, deliberate pace, his thick cock dragging in and out of your dripping pussy as he held you securely against him. His hands never left your waist, maintaining his grip as he fucked you from behind, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass filling the room.

His pace began to gradually pick up, the rhythm of his hips becoming more insistent as he whispered hotly in your ear "You feel so good wrapped around my cock... Do you like it when I fuck you slowly like this, baby?" He reached around to circle your clit with his fingers.

A soft moan fell from your lips as he continued to fill you, the slow drag of his cock combined with the teasing circles on your clit driving you wild with need. "Yes... I love it when you fuck me like this." you whimpered, pressing back against him to take him even deeper.

Beomgyu groaned as you arched your back, meeting each of his deep thrusts eagerly. "Such a greedy girl, taking my cock so well," he praised, his fingers working tirelessly over your clit as he continued to fill and stretch you with his throbbing erection.

Your inner walls fluttered around him, squeezing his cock tightly as he fucked you with passionate, unhurried strokes. Beomgyu's control started to waver, hiships rocking into you harder and faster as he chased his own peak. "Fuck, baby, I can feel you tightening..."

His breathing grew heavier as he maintained his grip on your waist, each measured thrust becoming more intense "Can you take more, sweet girl? I want to feel you come on my cock again..." He began to change the angle of his thrusts, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you.

"Y... yes, more..." you whimpered breathlessly, completely at his mercy. The new angle made stars burst behind your closed eyes, and you could feel your orgasm building quickly. Beomgyu's finger on your clit became more insistent as he sensed your impending release.

With a final, deep thrust and a press of his finger, he sent you over the edge. Your body convulsed with pleasure, your pussy clenching tightly around his pulsing cock as he came undone right after you. "Fuck, I'm coming inside you, baby..."

Beomgyu groaned loudly, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself deep inside you, his cock throbbing in time with his intense climax. He leaned forward, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades as he caught his breath, still buried inside your trembling pussy.

"God, that was incredible," Beomgyu murmured against your skin, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder as he slowly softened inside you. "You're perfect, baby. My perfect little fuck doll." He nuzzled your neck affectionately, his hands slowly caressing your hips and waist.

You could only whimper in contentment, completely sated and weak in the knees from the intense pleasure. Your inner walls fluttered around his slowly softening length, milking the last drops of his release.

After several long moments basking in the afterglow, Beomgyu finally slipped out of you, his cock glistening with your combined fluids. He laid you down gently on the bed, admiring your flushed body sprawled across the sheets.

Beomgyu trailed a finger lightly down your back, eliciting a delightful shiver. "Look at you, utterly ravished and gorgeous. I could admire this view all day," he mused, a playful smirk curling his lips. "Think you've got another round in you, sweetheart?"

You looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, a lazy smile spreading across your face. "Maybe... if you're up for it." you purred, already feeling a familiar warmth building between your thighs at the thought of another round with Beomgyu.

Beomgyu's eyes darkened with desire as he took in your inviting expression. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss as his hands began to roam your body once more. "Oh, I'm more than up for it, baby," he murmured against your lips.

Beomgyu pulled away slightly, his breath ragged, eyes filled with anticipation. He looked at you, his fingers tracing the outline of your jaw as he whispered, “I love how you look at me, always so sure, so confident.”

You chuckled softly, your hands finding his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “And I love how you never hesitate.”

His smile softened, and he kissed your forehead, lingering there for a moment as if savoring the moment. "Let's just take it slow this time," he murmured, his voice gentle.

You nodded, your body relaxing in his arms as you enjoyed the warmth of his embrace. No rush, no pressure—just the simple comfort of being together in that quiet, tender space.

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[videolaa]

A New Years Kiss: Minho

Hello, long time no see. Happy New Year. Please enjoy this unedited, extremely poorly written one-shot. From a tired, hungover writer. As always, all rights go to videolaa. You are not allowed to discredit my work, I don't post anywhere else unless stated by me.

You batted your eyes, trying to adjust to the lighting in the room. What would have been distant sounds from the kitchen sounded like loud bangs from your newfound hangover. As your vision cleared enough, your eyes widened, realizing that wasn't your bedroom door. This wasn't your bedroom, your sheets, none of it.

An arm tossed itself over your side, making you tense at the feeling onto your bare skin.

Slowly turning to find Minho, sound asleep next to you, shirtless. There was a hard gulp in your throat, trying to process everything that happened, as you tried to piece the puzzle of last night together. A part of you wanted to wake Minho up and ask what happened, but he looked so at peace that you couldn't pull yourself to do it.

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes, trying to remember everything.

You and your friends decided to go out for a few drinks and watch the countdown. While everyone discussed who's car was taking who to where, you went to get ready. It was new years after all, might as well dress up a bit.

Hyunjin poked fun at you from the drivers seat about Minho, possibly showing up, which made you want to dress up. He wasn't entirely wrong. You did like Minho. He was built, handsome, and he had a beautiful smile that sometimes resembled a bunny. He knew how to make you laugh, especially on days when you felt like crying. Some people said he seemed cold or distant, only they didn't know how caring, funny, and soft Minho was. So maybe you did dress up to see if he would notice yet enough to still blend in for the evening.

He showed up and stuck to the guys and you like you. Slick shots, chasers, and mixing drinks began to swirl with your thoughts. At one point, Seungmin teased you both about not having anyone to kiss at midnight. Remembering you were ready to fire back a comment until Minho raised an eyebrow with a smirk looking at you. "Your alcohol is talking," you pointed out. Minho shrugged, "Mine doesn't have me turning red. Well, how 'bout it. Be my midnight kiss?".

It's just a kiss. He was consenting to it, "Okay. I'll be your midnight kiss." At the twenty-second mark, take a shot for courage.

"10" his eyes went between your lips and eyes, double checking if you were positive with this.

"9" you nodded your head before both of looked at the screen like everyone else.

"8" an arm rested on your back.

"7" the world was quiet.

"6" both of you were leaning in with your hands snaking around his shoulders.

"5" Both of you closed your eyes, and leaned in.

That was all you could remember, not even the cheering. You rubbed your temple, embarrassed by last nights actions. One kiss shouldn't have led to waking up in his bed.

"He's gonna think I'm easy" you mumbled as quietly as possible. You liked him, maybe someone mentioned it and he used it to his advantage - especially adding alcohol into the mix...

With as much strength as you could muster you swung your legs off his bed, trying to slip away in order to get to your trail of close.

Freezing as you heard a tired groan, with a cat like stretch, "Leaving?"

"Yeah," you felt self-conscious now that you were sober, still bare in front of the guy you liked. You wouldn't be surprised if your makeup was smeared across your face. "Give me a minute, and I'll take you home" his voice raspy as he went to leave his bed. "I can call Hyunjin..."

"I'm sorry about... everything," he mumbled. "Don't be, we're both at fault" The air felt unfinished, as if more was supposed to be said, but neither of you could find the right words. "Tell me, do you remember last night?" you asked, quickly pulling your shirt over your head. "Everything got blurry a little after we kissed."

"Was it bad?" Your fingers quickly scrolling to your best friend's contact.

"No, and I don't think the rest was either," his ears were turning pink, causing you to giggle, seeing that thankfully, neither of you remember coming back. "I do remember a certain someone liked having her hands in my hair," he laughed, causing the heat to rise to your face, hitting the call button, your heart leaping to your throat. "I didn't mean -"

"Don't worry, I liked it"

"What?" You stared in disbelief. That did not just come out of his mouth, which had a mischievous smile forming, "I said, I liked it."

Your face was burning, so visible it had Minho shrugging on a pair of sweats as he came over, cupping your face, "You're so red,"

"So are your ears," you shot back. Then he did it again, eyes flickering from your eyes to your mouth. Only his eyes were softer, sober, a soft hello being heard from your phone, repeatedly. "Shit! Hello, sorry"

"You call and don't say anything? Do you want me to have a heart attack?" Hyunjin screamed, bringing throbbing of your head hit you harder than before. "Don't be dramatic, I don't want you to have a heart attack. I was going to ask what you were doing right now -" an echo of vomit, followed by the sound of flushing, was heard in the background. "Are you sick?" Minho raised an eyebrow at the question.

"It comes and goes, last night really-" Hyunjin's body cut him off again, the mere sound was enough to make you feel queasy. "Hello? Is someone there with you?" your voice switched to concern. Only relief you got was Changbin answering, "I got him. He'll be fine. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I was just trying to check in" you explain.

"And that she has a ride home!" Minho said closer to the phone. "Can you take care of him?" you asked before Hyunjin mumbled something, "Yeah I can do that - she's fine, you two can talk about it later! Minho has her, she's fine! (Y/n) can you call him later?" Changbin huffed. "Yes I promise," you sighed with a slight laughter before hanging up, placing your phone in your back pocket.

"Did that kill the mood?" The feeling of guilt, seeing how close Minho was standing. "Not entirely - could have gone without hearing him sick," he scoffed, but you agreed.

Minho lifted his hand back up to your cheek, "I might though," you stated as his hand froze, letting you continue. "I know last night wasn't planned, and maybe a mistake, but I don't do friends with benefits. So if you want that I can't do that. Plus I really like you I'm not putting myself in a situation like -" you were explaining only to be cut off by a pair of lips.

Shock ran through you at the feeling of his lips on yours. You couldn't help but lean into it yourself. Shutting your eyes, sparks flew across your eyelids. Your hands flew to the back of his neck, Minho pulled away, resting his forehead against your shoulder, "I don't who you believe in but, thank God. I've had liked you for such a long time"

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, a couple people figured it out. Then last night happened and... I didn't plan on taking you home. I wanted to kiss you, but I planned on asking you out on a date" Minho dumped his confession, leaving you speechless.

This gorgeous man, who could have anyone he wanted, who seemed so far out of your league, wanted you? The new year barely started, but the last 24 hours definitely were not expected.

All you could do was laugh, and kiss him again. "We don't have to do anything but come back to bed? I'll put a movie on and we can just -"

"Lay there?" you finished his sentence.

"Or sleep off two hangovers" he joked.

"I would love that." Minho pulled you back to the mattress at your answer.

"Happy new year Minho"

"Same to you, too (Y/n). Lets make it a good one"

[kikuwaters]

The fear of being seen

A little scene I wrote in which DK has started to really become close with Emmrich, and the raw vulnerability is scaring him. Lucanis is there to talk to him about it. Mentions of sex and sexual intimacy

For the past three days, DK has been wandering around the lighthouse with a stare more empty than a successful crow's wine cabinet. 

Lucanis tried to ignore it at first. He knows the man can become ill at times, and he's seen the way he lays down midday with a cold compress for his forehead and a mean-looking mug pointed at no one but his own pain. He told himself maybe DK was tired, as he knows on long treks how the man struggles to stand. How he needs a longer moment to rest than others at times, gripping his staff less like a weapon and more as an aid in his exhausted, thin fingers. But DK made no indications he was hurting or even upset. He was just... quiet—moving like a somber ghost in their home. 

By the third day, Lucanis was running out of lies to tell himself. For he knew how DK behaved; as much as he hated to admit it, he knew DK. And when he spotted his polite but distant smile that even left Emmrich looking hurt that morning, he knew this couldn't keep going on. 

“DK...” Lucanis says, his voice careful as he approaches. DK was currently sitting behind the lighthouse, legs dangling over the edge, his gaze lost in the endless expanse of the fade beyond.

DK takes a second to register, his attention locked out far beyond where anyone else can see. He slowly reels them back to this world before turning them briefly on Lucanis. “Oh... hello, Lucanis,” he murmurs, his shoulders rounded forward in a way most unlike the laid back and open posture Lucanis is used to.

Lucanis frowns lightly. He's never been the best at talking feelings, especially with others. He can feel a clawing deep inside, though, a need to check on DK. Spite is worried... he is worried.

“Are you okay?” he asks carefully 

“Mm. Yes, I'm fine.” DK says without looking at Lucanis again. His tone is calm and even, but it lacks any of his typical play. It was too calm, like a tranquil mage from a circle tower.

Lucanis hesitates, wondering if he should just accept that answer.

‘No!’ Spite hisses inside, deep enough where DK can’t hear his pressing. ‘Something’s wrong!’

Lucanis closes his eyes and takes a calming breath. He knows that; obviously, he knows that. But he also knows he can't make DK talk about it if he doesn't want to. 

After he opens his eyes, he tries again with a different approach. “I, uh.. I was going to make some coffee.” He tells DK. “Would you like a cup? Or perhaps a tea? I have some of those Nevarran leaves that Emmrich gave me.” He offers 

The faintest frown appears in DK’s expression at the mention of the professor. It was gone just as fast, hidden by the slight shake of the man's head. 

“No, thank you.” DK murmurs. “I think I'll just turn in for the night here soon if you don't mind.”

About a month ago, Lucanis would have accepted that this was where the conversation ended. But unfortunately, he can't get DK out of his mind, and he especially won’t after seeing an expression like that. 

‘He made that face after mentioning Emmrich.’ Lucanis thinks, trying to piece together a story he has no information on. It was no small secret the two were getting involved rather seriously. Did something happen between them?

Lucanis hesitates by DK even as the man gets up to leave. “Wait—” Lucanis reaches out quickly, his hand grabbing DK’s shoulder. DK freezes, startled, his gaze locking onto the crow in surprise.

That bright spirit green catches Lucanis off guard, and his fingers instantly peel back. “Sorry...” he says softly, feeling more flustered by his beautiful eyes than intimidated by them anymore. He looks away, so as not to be caught in their view. “Don't go. I'm worried about you.” He admits gently.

DK still seemed startled, though by now if it was by being grabbed or what Lucanis said, it's hard to say. He takes a second to let his words process, his eyes falling off Lucanis and out back towards the fade.

“Oh.. I didn't realize I was causing concern for anyone lately. My apologies, Lucanis. I just,” DK hesitates on his words, “I have a lot on my mind.” he admits

Lucanis looks back at DK, hopeful about getting him to talk finally. “What's going on?” He asks, lowering his voice. “Did something happen with Emmrich?” he tentatively presses

That little frown comes back, and DK sighs heavily. “Yes.” He states, sinking back down onto the bricks that hung over the fade.

Lucanis lowers himself beside him as carefully as he'd rest on a rooftop in Treviso. “What happened?” he pushes cautiously 

DK takes a deep breath and gives his mind a moment to form the words. “A few nights ago, Emmrich planned this. Date.” He starts, his words choppy as he tries to muster them forth. “It was,” he waves hand vaguely in the air before settling on a term, “Wonderful, actually. Amazing even. He took me to this lovely little place down in the necropolis. Moon lilies grew as thick as carpet, and the wisps lit the walls like stars of the dead.” He spoke with a gentle smile that Lucanis couldn't help but match.

“That... sounds beautiful, actually.” Lucanis notes

“It was,” DK agrees, “but afterwards we... Well we went back to his place. And things got,” DK licks his lips as he fights for the nicest way to explain this, “intimate.” He explains slowly 

Lucanis' smile drops lightly, and worry grows in his stomach. “Intimate?...” he repeats, fearing for the worst. 

DK can tell what he's thinking and raises a hand to calm him. “Relax. It was the normal kind. I just—” He hesitates, struggling to find the words to explain himself. “I suppose it's been hard, really, to process it since then. I've never… Well,” DK clears his throat, lowering his eyes to his lap, “I've never done what we did..” he admits very softly, a slight flush to his ears as he thinks about it again.

Lucanis’ expression grows more confused, his brows knitted together tightly. “DK. I don’t understand. I know for a fact that you have—well...” He trails off, looking away with some embarrassment. He doesn't want to think about the intimate details, but Spite is proof enough that wasn't the DK's first time getting physical with another person.

DK rolls his eyes. “Not just sex, Lucanis.” He states blunt enough to make the other man blush. “I've had plenty of sex before. That's, y’know, whatever. That's easy and casual and can be done with anyone or anything. What Emmrich did..” DK hesitates, that soft, far away look coming back as he recalls the evening. “... I've never had anyone do that with me before.”

Lucanis can realize now that what he's seeing in DK is a new emotion. He can recognize when the man is happy and in a good mood. When he's tired or has a headache. When his body hurts and when he's focused. But he's never seen this before, and now he understands it.

DK is scared. 

This is the kind of fear of a rabbit with wide eyes, frozen in the middle of the floor with nowhere left to run.

“Ah...” He says in understanding, taking a moment to find better words. “I think that's why it's called making love. You're right, it's more than ‘just sex.’” He murmurs

Making love. Being loved. DKs expression twists lightly, a deeper turmoil within within him when he considers that. He takes a deep breath to push the emotion down again, a twitch of rabbit's ears as it considers its options and still finds none. “I don't think I like that,” he admits, a tight whisper scraping out past the feeling he keeps trying to swallow.

Lucanis feels his heart ache. To yearn for love but to feel this way when you get it… He hates how painfully familiar that feels. Gently, he reaches out to lay his hand over DK’s. “Its okay, Deamortuus.” He murmurs.

Small tears spring in the corners of DK’s eyes. More want to come, but he's just not ready yet. He turns to press into Lucanis with eyes shut tight, finding his place to hide against the other man. 

Lucanis sighs and places his hand on DK’s back, rubbing softly to comfort him. He lets them sit for a moment before smiling weakly. “Why don't I go make that tea now, okay?” he offers again.

DK nods weakly against Lucanis’ chest. “I'll take a cup,” he mumbles.

Lucanis sighs, his hand shifting to the back of DKs head to hold him gently. “Of course,” he murmurs, his grip gentle with DK. The rabbit has been seen, trembling but no longer alone, with nowhere left to run except into the safety of another.

[shadowlikesvsynth]

IDK why this took so long for me to get to posting-- probably because of other stuff-- but here's the pride art I promised (kind of?)

This was originally just a sketch I did in a sketchbook -- I wanted to make a digital art for the pride art -- but I kept running into difficulties and wanted to see what would happen if I colored the sketch since I had pictures of it.

Here it is without the colors and also with mechanical pencil.

I decided not to crop out the "I love gay ppl ♡" in the digital colored vers for some reason.

I may pick up the pace with the digital version soon but it may not get out in time hhhh ^^'

[nochepsicodelica]

Just thoughts of Toji being the most clingy, obsessed, bear boyfriend ever. You could be getting up from the couch to go get something to snack on from the kitchen and he'll hum and click his tongue like that's a no no, not even looking up at you when you stand, as he asks "where are you going?" in his deep voice. It makes you sit down again, but if he feels you're even an inch off from where you sat before, he'll fix that so quickly, bringing you right back to where you were, thigh to thigh with him.

Even when you're sleeping he likes to keep you attached to him. He either tangles his legs with yours or puts his leg over your hip when he's spooning you. If you're sleeping facing him, he keeps a hand on your back and digs his palm in so that you're pressed as close as you can comfortably be against him.

Oh, but mornings are a task and a half with him. It's hard enough to escape his arms because when you do manage to get out, he catches you by the hem of your shirt, not caring if it gets stretched out, and pulls you right back into his arms and doubles down on strapping you tightly in his hold by wrapping his forearm around your bare waist and keeping one of your legs locked between his. He grunts when you successfully escape, and roll out of bed. He's squinting, barely opening his sleep ridden eyes to look at you, yet he's dead set on luring you back into bed with him. He taps his hand on the space directly in front of him and mumbles a low "Come back" that brings you back, even if it made you roll your eyes. If you don't get back into bed, he follows you around all grumpy and groggy. Rests his chin in his palm all sleepy as he sits down and watches you make breakfast.

Speaking of food, he will not get out of the way when you're cooking. He's that attached to you. You're cutting vegetables and he has his arms wrapped around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head. If you cut yourself because you're trying to move too fast, he's dragging you over to the kitchen sink to rinse off the cut and wrapping your finger in a paper towel just for the time it takes him to run to the bathroom and get a bandaid. Will mumble into your ear, telling you to slow down when you start rushing your chopping again. Hums into your neck as you put all the prepped ingredients into a big pot. He ignores the stressed sighs you let out as you try to jump from space to space with him latched onto your back. King of "can I try it?" You tell him no and every five minutes he goes "can I try it now?" "How about now?" "Smells good. Now?"

Small NSFW section

During sex, he likes getting all the skin to skin he can get with you. Doggy style? He's leaning his body over your back and holding onto your tits as he rams into you. You're riding him? He has his hands on your hips, his forearms resting on your thighs. During missionary, he runs his hands all over your body, but since he wants to look at you as you lose your mind over how he fucks you, he refrains from leaning into you unless it's for the purpose of kissing or marking up your body. Loves prone bone because he gets to weigh you down and slowly make love to you while whispering sweet nothings into your ear in that honey-like voice.

Yeah... just Toji being a suffocating, clingy bear.

[misswynters]

The Noble Daughter

Viktor x fem! reader / wc. 1.5k

synopsis: You are the daughter of a influential noble house. And Viktor is your little secret.

warnings: 18+, smut ofc, getting caught, him whimpering, soft sex 🫶🏼, reader getting eaten out, switch lean sub! vik, fingering

there might be some mistakes… -.-

[note | pls don’t just like, but also reblog & give me feedback. i don’t want to get shadowbanned <3

Every shadow and flicker seemed to embrace the secrecy of your meeting, cocooning you in a world that was just yours and his. Viktor turned at the touch of your hand on his shoulder, his amber eyes widening in surprise before they softened, filled with a mixture of longing and tenderness that made your heart ache.

"You shouldn't be here," he murmured, his voice low and gentle, laced with both worry and desire. But his hand found its way to your waist, as though he couldn't bear the thought of letting you go.

"I had to see you," you whispered back, lifting a hand to his cheek, fingers grazing the roughness of his stubble. He leaned into your touch, and before either of you could say another word, his lips met yours.

The kiss started soft, hesitant, but soon grew with a fierce urgency. Viktor's hands moved to your waist, pulling you close, as if he needed to make up for every second you'd been apart. He broke the kiss only to breathe, his lips brushing over your cheek, your jaw, leaving a trail of heat wherever they touched. You leaned back against his worktable, the cool metal pressing into your back.

With a glance up at you, Viktor lifted the edge of your blue dress, his fingers grazing the bare skin of your thigh. The contact of his hands sent a shiver up your spine. His gaze flickered up, silently asking permission, and at your nod, he continued, his hands guiding you, exploring every curve with a careful reverence.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice gentle, his eyes searching yours, filled with both longing and concern. "I don't want you to feel..."

"Viktor," you murmured, sliding a hand along his jaw, tilting his face so he could see the determination in your eyes. "I’m in desperate need of your touch."

He bit his lip and with a shaky breath, Viktor nodded. His eyes never leaving yours as he positioned himself between your legs, his hands gripping your waist. He entered you slowly as he filled you inch by inch. This is what you were yearning for. His eyes were shut close trying to suppress his sounds, however here and there a whimper would slip through.

Each thrust was met with the wet, quiet sounds of your bodies slapping against each other, amplifying every sensation in the silence of the lab. All you could hear was the wet squelching sounds you’re pussy made as he continued to fill you.

As he moved, Viktor's hands slid under your thigh, lifting one leg to rest against his hip. The new angle sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you bit down on your lip to keep from crying out, your nails pressing into his shoulders.

Viktor's breath grew heavier, his forehead pressing against yours as he tried to hold back his own sounds. His gaze dropped down between you, watching where you were joined, the sight sending a shiver through him that made him let out a quiet whimper, his grip tightening on your thigh.

He began a slow, steady rhythm, each movement creating soft, wet squelching sound that continued to grow rapidly. The intimacy of it, the restraint you both held, only made the tension coil tighter. Viktor's gaze was intense, filled with both wonder and awe as he watched the way your bodies moved together. "I never thought..." he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. "You're... everything I dreamed of."

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a breathless kiss, muffling both your gasps as he quickened his pace. The sounds between you grew louder, the wet, rhythmic noises blending with the quiet hum of the lab, filling the space with a symphony meant only for the two of you. Every motion, every shift, was precise, Viktor's movements guided by both his passion and his care for you.

The tension built, coiling tight as Viktor's restraint began to slip. His breaths came in shallow gasps, and his eyes met yours with a look so full of longing, of devotion, that it nearly undid you. You clung to him, burying your face against his shoulder to stifle the moans that threatened to escape, your body moving in time with his, caught up in the quiet, forbidden passion.

With a quiet, trembling sigh, Viktor buried himself fully, his own quiet whimpers echoing softly in your ear as he felt you shudder around him. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining, grounding you as the last waves of pleasure washed over you both.

In the stillness that followed, Viktor pressed gentle kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, his hands still resting at your waist, as though he couldn't bear to let go. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice full of awe and tenderness. "For loving me... for being here."

Moments have passed since you have reached your first organism and you were still on the table. As the quiet settled over the lab, Viktor held you close for a few lingering breaths, his forehead pressed gently against yours. But soon, the intensity in his gaze softened, replaced by a tenderness that left you breathless.

With a quiet reverence, he carefully knelt before you, his hands resting on your thighs. He was weary to not hurt himself which would cause him more pain on his limp leg. Viktor’s golden eyes met yours as he slowly lowered himself, his expression filled with something almost worshipful. He pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee, then to your thigh, each touch lingering as though he was committing every inch of you to memory. His lips moved higher, grazing over your skin with soft, open-mouthed kisses that left a warm, tingling trail in their wake.

Your breath hitched as his mouth moved closer towards your pussy, the intensity of the moment making your heart pound.

Viktor's metal fingers traced along your thigh, the coolness of his touch a delicious contrast to the heat he was leaving with his lips. His long, slender fingers followed the curve of your leg, slipping inside your walls with a grace that was gentle. You felt his thumb press softly against your skin, steadying you, while his other hand reached up to rest at your waist, grounding you in the moment.

The coldness of his metal hand sent a shiver through you, heightening every sensation, and he seemed to notice, a slight smile tugging at his lips. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a hint of mischief in his gaze. "Still alright?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern, but his tone held a knowing warmth.

You managed a nod, your hand reaching down to thread through his hair, tugging him slightly closer. His lips quirked into a soft smirk before he returned his focus to you, pressing another kiss to your folds. His mouth moved with a slow, deliberate patience. His kisses growing bolder and deeper, as his tongue darted inside you.

Viktor's metal fingers traced light patterns along your skin, each touch careful, his control a testament to his dedication. As he moved higher, his thumb pressed gently along the inside of your thigh, guiding you open for him with a mixture of care and desire. The coolness of his touch, combined with the warmth of his lips, sent tremors through you that you could barely contain.

His mouth hovered near your folds, his breath warm against you, but he paused, looking up with a gaze full of tenderness. "You're... beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely a murmur, as though he was confessing a secret.

Before you could respond, his lips finally met your pussy, a quiet, reverent kiss that left you dizzy. His metal fingers continued their journey, a gentle, precise touch that sent waves of sensation through you, heightening every nerve. He took his time, savoring each reaction, each shiver, his mouth and hands working in tandem as he explored, worshipping every part of you with a devotion that left you breathless.

As his cool fingers reached deeper, finding your sensitive spots. His mouth followed, leaving soft, lingering kisses that melted any remaining restraint. The contrast of his cold touch and the warmth of his mouth created a rhythm that had you gripping the edge of the table, biting down on your lip to keep from crying out.

Viktor's pace quickened, his cool fingers moving with a newfound intensity. Each motion was calculated yet filled with passion, his gaze flickering between his hand and your face, drinking in every reaction, every quiet sound you made. His metal fingers, precise and deft, moved inside you at a pace that left you breathless, teetering on the edge as he guided you closer with each stroke.

He murmured soft, breathy reassurances between the kisses that he laid on your thighs. His voice filled with warmth."You're perfect... absolutely perfect," he whispered, his free hand caressing the curve of your thigh.

Viktor's replaced his slender fngers with his tongue again, alternating between teasing flicks and deep strokes, savoring every taste. His metal fingers splayed across your thigh, holding you firmly, while his other hand trailed down to his own body. He shivered as he began to touch himself in time with his mouth on you, his quiet moans and hitched breaths vibrating against you, only intensifying your pleasure.

He glanced up now and then, his amber eyes darkened with desire, watching the way you responded, drinking in every soft gasp and tremble. The sight of your flushed face and parted lips seemed to drive him further, his movements becoming more hungry as he lost himself in the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers dug into your skin, his grip tightening as he grew more desperate, his own moans blending with yours, low and needy.

The lab was filled with the squelching sounds of your bodies. A mix of his restrained groans, the wet, rhythmic noises of his mouth, and your own stifled whimpers. You felt like you could cum any second as your stomach turned tighter. Viktor seemed to sense it, as his tongue pressing deeper, his pace quickening. His free hand gripped your thigh harder, pulling you even closer to him, as though he wanted to consume every last bit of you.

Just as you felt yourself reaching the edge, Viktor lifted his head slowly, his lips and chin glistening with your juices. His chest rose and fell in deep, unsteady breaths, his flushed cheeks and slightly dazed expression showing just how much he'd enjoyed himself. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your thighs, grounding you as you came back down, while he gazed up at you with a look of pure adoration.

He brought his metal thumb up to wipe away a stray drop from his chin, a slight, satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You taste... exquisite," he murmured, his voice low and rough, a mix of pride and lingering hunger shining in his eyes as he leaned up to kiss you, letting you taste the passion you had just shared.

Viktor then reached towards your soaked pussy to finger you again. The quiet wet sounds filled the air, amplifying the intimacy of the moment, creating a world that felt entirely your own. But then, a faint creak echoed through the room, and both of you froze. The unmistakable sound of the lab door opening snapped Viktor back to reality, and he stilled, his eyes widening as his gaze shot up to yours. You both turned, just in time to see Jayce entering, a stack of papers in hand.

Jayce's eyes met yours first, and then drifted towards Viktor, his fingers still inside you. For a brief, painful moment, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant hum of hextech machinery. Jayce's expression shifted from surprise to awkward shock as the realization dawned on him. His mouth opened, as though he wanted to say something, but words seemed to fail him.

"I... I didn't mean to interrupt," he finally managed, his tone caught between embarrassment and disbelief. Jayce quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing as he backed out of the room, practically stumbling over his own feet.

"I'll... come back later," he stammered, disappearing from sight. The door clicked shut, leaving the lab filled with silence once more. Viktor's face had gone red, his eyes fixed on the floor, clearly mortified. But as he glanced down at you, the edges of his mouth twitched, and a quiet laugh escaped him, breaking the tension.

"Well," Viktor murmured softly, a hint of humor in his voice, "that... was unexpected." He lifted his soaked fingers towards his mouth as his other hand still lingering on your waist, sucking all of your juices as he maintained eye contact. His mouth made a popping sound as he let his fingers go from in between his lips. He then led his once soaked fingers towards the back of your neck, caressing your hair.

"Perhaps we'll continue... later?" he suggested, his voice low, a promise glinting in his eyes as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. You couldn't help but laugh, nodding as you pulled him into an hug. You hoped that jayce didn’t go out and tell anyone what happened. Because if he did and your parents knew, you would sure be in for a scolding.

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[mahgyu]

Toji smut + N$FW audio

• minors do not interact! 

──── You are the little doll that Toji uses as his cum dump, and you like it.

When Toji starts penetrating you, your body immediately ignites with pleasure. With his large male body pressed against yours, his chest crushing your sensitive breasts and your intimate area throbbing, a pleasurable pain takes over your private parts. "No matter how many times I fuck you, you stay so tight..." Toji murmurs in your ear. "When we're done here, I'll leave you all opened up... That's a promise, little doll."

Toji forces his hips back and thrusts forward again, no pity or mercy from your inner walls. He then pulls your legs up, resting them on his shoulder, kissing your heels and squeezing your breasts, making you moan louder. Your eyes fall on his sculpted body, and noticing your hungry gaze, Toji chuckles casually, messing with your senses. "Can you turn over for me? I want to fuck your pussy while leaving my handprint on that ass."

You turn around, shamelessly rubbing your ass against his cock. "Like this?" you ask teasingly. "That's it, princess, just like that..." Toji whispers, almost groaning, as he penetrates you again. Your slippery insides prevent the same earlier pain. "So fucking hot" he says, practically growling, as he lands a heavy slap on your buttock. "T-toji... don't be cruel... Go faster, please" you beg, as he slowly thrusts into you in teasing.

And Toji picks up the pace, sinking his rough fingers into your hips, squeezing your breasts, pulling your hair, and slapping your reddened buttocks. His moans and low curses mix with the dirty sounds of both bodies colliding. When you're already trembling and tired, he leans over your back, reaching his arm over your shoulder and making his hand come into contact with your neck where he squeezes with some force. "You like it like this, don't you? You like me squeezing your neck until you can't breathe." He presses harder, making your breathing more difficult as his cock punishes your intimacy severely. Small tears stream down your cheek and Toji laughs wickedly, groaning so sensually and vulgarly by your ear.

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As promised, Toji's version! (I think it's important to point out that the giggle in the middle of the audio killed me 🥵)

Which one do you suggest should be next?

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