#Not to sound like a whiny baby but I just want to stay home and pack... :(

[iero]

The universe is testing me for making me work today, a federal holiday, after having off yesterday (I always have off on Sundays.) and I'm gonna be almost 700 miles away from home tomorrow. Like, I can't believe this is happening.

[bunnys-kisses]

captain mactavish loved to see virgins squirm on his cock. johnny mactavish was a notable womb buster and virgin breaker. he loved to leave the pretty bonnies panting for more, he loved to leave them fucked out and whiny. pathetic little things under him. he loved watching the cute little things on base run to find emergency contraceptive because even if captain mactavish tried to use condoms, it was nothing like filling a bonnie full of his cum.

you were his favourite though, the kind of woman that left johnny panting for more. you made him more feral than an upright man. he was a captain and yet when you walked by, his cock got leaky with want.

he man handled you like you were a toy. bruise your soft hips and fuck you until he was trying to get you to taste his cum in the back of your throat. johnny spent too much time with the structure of the military, he was battle-worn so to lose control in your pretty pussy was a luxury that he knew he couldn't go without. there were a dozen pretty faces on base, but none of them lingered in johnny's mind. so when he got you on your back in his room and his strong arms planted on either side of you. his cock rubbed up against the front of your pussy, his words filthy, "we gotta get 'em reacquainted, hen. been gone too long, she probably misses me." his words curled around a base part of your brain that was fueled by sexual need. you whimpered a little bit, you were caged under your captain. he was painfully big and as a result of your many encounters. not even your toys from home could relieve the itch under your skin. your captain was the only person that could make you cum. and johnny was more than happy to shoot every last of his swimmers into your cunt. at least he'd be certain that no other man could have you. when he got his impressive length into you without too much noise from you. he licked his lips. those blue eyes of his were heavy with a sexual want and you thought you found heaven. especially when he leaned back on his heels and lifted your hips until your were bent in a way that your knees were to your ears. you soaked cunt on full display for him.

"captain." "don't worry, bonnie. i got ya. just stay there, hook your arms under your knees so ya don't fall over." his words were heavy, almost caring as if you couldn't feel his hard cock in your stomach. he held onto you tighter and started to move against you heavily. you kicked out your legs a little bit and you felt heat flood your cheeks as he fucked you. the bed squeaked under the both of you as he placed sloppy kisses on your skin. he couldn't wait till he got some time off with you, he took you back to his flat in glasgow and got to mark your pretty skin. he wanted to see how bruised he could make your neck before you two got stares in public. as if they couldn't smell his cum on your skin. shore leave sounded nice about now, pull a few strings and surprise, you're with johnny the entire time. that was the luxury of being a captain. if you thought about leaving him, then he'd pull every string he could get his hands on to get you back in his circle. but from the blissed out expression on your face as he fucked you, you weren't getting anywhere fast. at least not until johnny puts a baby in you. he heard you talk about not wanting children, he had already made the decision for you. it wouldn't be hard, you put your faith too much in birth control and johnny was not about playing dirty. everything had a failure rate, it was only a matter of time. especially when his cock head was pressed up against your cervix. and it made you drool against your covers when you turned your head to the side. he could feel your pretty cunt flutter around his achy cock. the idea of him being with the only made you'd ever be with excited him and made him thrust against you faster. you whimpered and arched your back. he knew when you came then your brain would go flat lined. and he was right, you clutched onto him as you came. back arched and you squeezed your eyes shut. you didn't even form words, you just made a sharp noise that made johnny feel really good. the sight of you made him cum quickly as well. a thrust of his hips to make sure that his cock was getting comfortable with our spongy little womb. a promise of things to come.

before you could muster the strength to go find a way to make sure you didn't get pregnant, johnny was already one step ahead of you. his cock was hard once more and you were on your stomach, back arched to let johnny fuck that sweet cunt once more. even if you tried to claw at the sheets in some half-assed attempt to escape, johnny would always over power you. you're not getting away that easily, so just lie that and let your captain do all the hard work.

"don't sniffle there, bonnie. you'll look a lot better with some baby fat on your hips." <3

[minnies-puppydoll]

can can i request how they deal with boners in public? or like, how they deal with you turning them out (intentionally or unintentionally)

Skz Headcannons:

turning them on in public ~*

OT8 x reader HCS..

warnings: degredation, exibitionism, frottism, very tame?

your order is ready☺️ smut below the cut!!!!!!!!!

Chris:

• shy and giggly. he can’t believe half the stuff thats coming out of your mouth! (as if he hasn’t said worse)

• he’ll be hiding his red face in his hands and doing that cute squeaky giggle he always does🤭

• when he actually does get hard though, he’ll be looking around and crossing his legs, accidentally gaining a bit of friction from his jeans on his hard cock.

• but be careful, he’s a teaser too😖

•he wont make you regret it, he’ll just play along until you’re dripping and begging to go home

• (hes gonna find excuses to stay longer to get back at you)

“oh, so now you wanna go home, hm? i don’t know…ask me later. or beg me now, maybe ill decide then.”

Minho:

• will 100% laugh at your pitiful attempts to get him hard.

• he’ll just watch you with a smug/bored look on his face while you just end up riling yourself up.

• if his body ends up betraying him and he in fact is hard, he still won’t appear embarassed.

• if anything, he’ll grab your hand and have you feeling up his cock through his pants like the whore you wanted to be that day.

“did you have your fun, kitty? or did the poor slut get herself needy and wants me to take resposibility?”

Changbin:

• flustered and side eyeing you.

• he’s shifting in his chair and rubbing his plush thighs together, begging you silently to stop talking.

• its not difficult to make him hard, he never forgets the way you look on top of him, so teasing him with that image in public is torture!

• it’s when you start ghosting your hands over his cock that he’s immediately asking for the check and grabbing his keys😭 he does NAWT wanna do that shit in public but he’s literally this close to bending you over.

“let me take you home? i just need your hands, please? ill treat you so good, i promise, just let me take you back home?”

Hyunjin:

• thinks it’s kinda fun, treats it like a game/competition.

• he can hold out pretty well, but alas he’s just a boy😔

• it’s like his default setting to be inside you so he isn’t going to last very long. he just wants to feel his sweet girl.

• he’ll hide it, but will definetly show it you purposefully. he’ll lean back on something, exposing his hard on to you, biting his lip as he watches your reaction.

• or he’ll pull you into a bathroom stall and press his clothed bulge into your tummy, looking down at it and holding your hands. wants nothing more than to see your nails running along his long, hard cock.

“look how hard you made me, hm? want it? think it’s pretty? you made it, so i think it’s pretty. my little artist.”

Han:

• poor baby tries so hard to resist.

• he’s shying away from your hands and whining at you to stop when you tease him with words.

• he could never comepletely say no to you though, so he’ll let you palm his cock for a while.

• he’s arching and subtly grinding up into your hand. biting his lip while his cock leaks, trying not to get caught.

• he tries his best not to make any sounds, but he still lets whiny sighs slip through his mouth. ends up cumming in his pants anyway, only wanting to go home so he could change😭

“ah..shit..can- can i cum? or should we..go home? fuck..it’s too late. don’t stop- cumming!”

Felix:

• he doesn’t get it. he doesn’t understand why you would be saying all of these filthy things and feeling him up in public?

• he just thought you must be feeling needy. he reaches his hand over in pity, thumbing at your clothed clit and looking around to not get caught.

• your words do get to him though. as soon as you call him a few names he’s chubbing up in his pants.

• when you reach a hand over to him too, he realizes how suspicious this looks in public and just decides to finally take you home.

“aw, my poor girl. c’mere, ill make you feel as good as i can while were out. unless you wanna go home? no? my baby wants people watching?”

Seungmin:

• also shy about it.

• he doesn’t care much about the words (even if they do get his leg bouncing)

• its when you start touching him that he gets him wide eyed and flushed.

• he’ll grab your wrist and whisper-yell things like “you can’t do that, were in public!” at you.

• he’ll squeeze his legs shut and look at you with a slight sheen of excitement in his eyes. he’ll start stroking your ankle with the tip of his shoe, while resting his head on his hands. he’ll play along a bit for now.

“hm? what? am i not allowed to play with you too? touching me and saying such filthy things in my ear, who taught you that, huh? such a slut.”

Jeongin:

• he’s amused, but still suprised at your boldness.

• he has a wide smile on his face, mouth hanging open and his hand dramatically pushing you off of him.

• will deadass run away like he doesn’t know you

• if he gets hard oh lord he’s hunting you down.

• he doesn’t care if you’re in a bookstore, he’s finding the isle you’re on and dragging you out😭

• he’s laughing like he can’t believe that just happened, but trust your pussy is done for when you get home.

“yah! look what you did! couldn’t wait 10 minutes could you? eager slut. im taking you home, and you’re fixing this.”

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

When you’re sick

Warnings: none, one Monsters Inc. reference I hope won't confuse people

Please let me know which is your favourite!

☆ gender neutral reader

Soobin

You'd tried everything, from warm baths to drinking god-awful concoctions people swore by on the internet. But you were still sick. You'd been holed up in your bedroom for almost a week, leaving poor Soobin to have to sleep on the couch. You missed him, but you couldn't let him catch what you had. The only contact you'd had with him all week was through texting, and the meals he'd leave outside the bedroom door for you.

Of course, you'd been apart longer than this before; being in a successful group, Soobin often went on tour for months at a time. But this almost seemed harder, maybe because you felt miserable physically and just wanted to be held and loved on.

"I just wanted to see you," came his muffled voice, a hint whiny. "I won't come any further than this, I promise."

Sighing, you retreated from hiding. You hadn't seen him with your own eyes for what felt like longer than it actually was. There was no helping how good it felt to look at him now. "I miss you."

His lopsided smile gave you a rush of warmth. "Please get better before I go crazy."

You felt guilty. "I'm sorry. You can go and stay at Taehyun's if you-"

Soobin's mouth quirked, his brow creased. "It's not that. I just want to see you, touch you, have a real conversation. I want to hold you until we fall asleep." You felt the longing for him increase. "You always take care of me when I'm sick, even if you might catch it. Please, let me do the same for you."

His eyes held a helpless look that tugged at your heart as much as his words did. You felt your resolve crack, and it must have shown in your face, Soobin crossing the threshold and shuffling towards the bed. Relief flooded through you as he crawled up next to you and tucked you into his arms. His warmth was everything you'd needed for the past week, and he sighed as you buried your face against his neck. You swear you started melting when you felt his fingers in your hair. This was home.

Yeonjun

You weren't sure how long you'd felt like this. Time seems a blur when most of it is spent in bed, falling in and out of sleep and dreams. It took a monumental effort just to roll from one side to the other, so you couldn't remember the last time you'd eaten or showered. One small mercy was the fact that your ears were blocked, muffling the noise of the world outside the window; birds and neighbours dogs and traffic sounds couldn't disturb your sporadic naps.

Suddenly there was soft skin against your cheek, a warm palm and fingertips that you leaned into without question, and a deep sound somewhere close by. It took a few minutes for your mind to kick in and realise that these things were real and not a dream. Opening your eyes to the dim room, you found a face smiling down at you; your Yeonjun. But something was strange about this. Hadn't you been alone? Wasn't there a reason you were in the middle of the big bed, his pillow trapped between your arms?

"Junie?" You whinced as your voice seemed to reverberate through your head, your throat burning as the word tore through it.

"Hey, baby," he replied softly. You felt his fingers swipe the hair off your forehead before his nose was touching your own.

With what little strength you had, you tried to sink further into the mattress to put space between the two of you. "Jun, I'm- I'm sick."

"It's okay." You felt his arm slither under your back and peel you off the bed, pulling you into him. "I'm here."

You sniffled, swallowing against the dryness of your mouth that comes with not being able to breathe through your nose for so long. "Why?"

"'Why?'" He laughed. "Because the tour ended and I came home to you. Aren't you happy to see me?"

You nodded weakly against his chest. "Junie... I'm sick," you said again, half warning and half complaint.

His hand began to rub your back soothingly, and it felt so good to be in his arms again that you sighed heavily, raspily. "I know, babe, I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't..." Words were too hard. Instead, you brought your hand to his chest and tried to push him, rather feebly, away.

A large hand wrapped around your wrist, softly pulling your arm up over his shoulder. "I don't care. I missed you."

Not having it in yourself to argue, you surrendered, letting your body totally relax into his. You had pictured him coming home after tour very differently than this. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to talk about his trip, but you couldn't fight your body. You heard the rumble of his voice again. "What?"

"I'll make you some chicken soup," he repeated. But as he tried to turn to leave the bed you grabbed a handful of his shirt. You heard him chuckle, and his arms were back around you again. "Maybe later, then."

Beomgyu

One minute you were studying, the next you were being woken by your phone blasting the most annoying ringtone Beomgyu had set for himself. You scrambled to snatch the phone off the desk where you had evidently fallen asleep. "Gyu? What time is it?"

"Half past the time you were supposed to meet me at the cinema."

Your heart sank. How long had you been asleep? "Oh no. I'm so sorry, I fell asleep."

"Why do you sound like you're talking into a tin can?"

Now that you were more awake, you noticed the feeling in your throat, the pounding of your head. Sure, falling asleep with your head on a desk wasn't the best, but you'd never known it to make your head feel like this. Come to think of it, you couldn't breathe through your nose very well either. You thought back and vaguely remembered your roommate having had a cough before she left for the weekend. There was a knock at the door.

"Hang on," you said into the phone, crossing the small space to open the door and-

"You look terrible," Beomgyu said, to your face and in your ear before hanging up. His cheeks were flushed, telling you he'd walked all the way here, in the cold, probably to check on you.

"Wow, thanks," you deadpanned as you let him in. "When's the next showing? Maybe we can make that one."

Your boyfriend pulled his hood down and looked at you for a moment before pressing his palm to your forehead. Trying not to flinch at the coldness of his hand, you looked up at him, his eyes still studying you.

"You're hot," he told you.

You scoffed, but it came out as more of a cough. "That's not what you were saying a minute ago."

Without another word, Beomgyu's hands were on your shoulders, turning you around and steering you through the small dorm room and sitting you down on your bed. Then he disappeared into the bathroom, coming back with a towel that he pressed against your head.

"I'm fine," you sighed. "Let's go see the movie."

Beomgyu tisked, gesturing for you to hold the towel before dipping to his knees to pull off your slippers. "The only movie you're seeing tonight is the DVD I got you for Christmas." Standing up again, he shooed you up the bed and pulled the covers over you.

"But we've seen that a hundred times," you whined. You'd been looking forward to a night out with your boyfriend; the movie, popcorn, leaving the confines of your dorm room after so many days and nights of studying.

"But you love it," he retorted, mocking your whiny tone. He handed you the remote for the tiny TV at the foot of your bed. "I'm guessing you haven't had dinner?" You shook your head. "Got any cup ramen?" You nodded.

You opened your mouth again to complain, but the words never came as Beomgyu kissed you on the top of the head and walked over to boil the kettle. Instead you let yourself sink into the comfort of your bed, only now noticing how exhausted you actually were. So you weren't going to get your date, but how could you complain when you had a boyfriend like this?

Taehyun

You were up before Taehyun this morning - an unusual occurrence. You'd woken up with a funny feeling in your throat and quickly but quietly escaped his room to cough without waking him. Then you'd tiptoed to the kitchen to boil water, eyes meeting with Yeonjun's who was sitting at the table eating cereal. His smirk said it all.

You were sat on the couch when Taehyun emerged from his room, tired eyes searching for you. By now, Soobin and Beomgyu were also sitting at the table eating. Taehyun plodded over to you. "Morning."

"Don't get contaminated," Yeonjun called, looking up from his phone. You narrowed your eyes at him.

Soobin, who looked like he could've still been half asleep, whipped his head up in confusion, chewing his toast with a new expression.

Taehyun's eyes swept from his friend to you, scanning your face for signs of anything amiss. "Are you not feeling well?"

"M'fine," you croaked, arms wrapped around yourself inside your hoodie as you tried to hold off a shiver.

"Tried to cough up a whole cat this morning," Yeonjun snitched. Soobin looked between Yeonjun and Beomgyu, still puzzled, his messy bed hair comedically flapping side to side.

You rolled your eyes, looking up at Taehyun with a small pout. "I just have a cough. It's probably the change in the weather."

"Or bronchitis."

Taehyun ignored the oldest boy's comment as he crouched down in front of you. "Do you want me to go to the pharmacy?"

"Really," you persisted. "I'm fine. I feel okay, just an itchy throat." As if on cue, you started to cough again, burying your face into the crook of your arm, then quickly tried to recover yourself. "I don't want you to worry."

"Sounds like a duck," Beomgyu said with a tone that gave away his amusement.

Taehyun sighed and rubbed up and down your arms comfortingly. "I just want to help you feel better, so anything you need, you just tell me, okay?"

You nodded. He stood up and went to the kitchen to start breakfast, giving you a kiss on the cheek first. Suddenly there was a commotion, as Beomgyu grabbed his breakfast bowl and ran from the kitchen yelling, "twenty-three nineteen!"

Huening Kai

The first thing that you noticed was a dull ache in your head. You'd taken some pain relief, thinking it was just a normal headache, and pushed on to get ready for your dinner plans. Kai's parents were always so happy to have you for dinner, and to see him catching up with them and his sisters made you happy, too.

You started to feel a little weak halfway through your meal, participating in conversation less and less, and after dinner you'd slipped away to a quiet room for what was supposed to be a few minutes. Your body felt heavy, more exhausted than what would be expected, and as you sat on an armchair in the dimly lit room, you became aware of the dull ache in your muscles. Eyes closing, the sound of distant chatter and laughter from the dining room lulled you quickly into unexpected sleep.

Kai had thought you were gone for the bathroom, and after ten minutes of your absence, his eyes flicking to the door every so often in anticipation of your reappearance, he thought he should check on you - maybe something you'd eaten wasn't agreeing with you. When he'd knocked on the bathroom door and there was no reply, he'd let himself in only to find it empty. He checked the kitchen, then the garden, then walked back to the dining room to see if you'd returned there while he'd been away. His mother joined him as he went to check the living room.

The two of them found you dozing and lowered their voices to a whisper, Mrs. Huening commenting that you hadn't seemed yourself earlier. Kai gently touched the back of his hand to your forehead and found it clammy. This, along with the headache you'd mentioned before the drive up and how quiet you'd been, probably meant you'd come down with something, and he decided to take you home.

That's how you woke up in Kai's arms, in the cold night air, on the way to the car. "There you are," he said when he noticed you awake. "Have a nice nap?"

You noticed a sore throat was beginning as you spoke, glancing around the street. "We're leaving?"

His soft brown eyes met yours as he continued to walk. His arms kept you steady against his chest, so you barely felt like you were on the move. "You're exhausted. You fell asleep."

You hated that you were the reason Kai's family time was being cut short and that you hadn't said goodbye to anyone. "I'm fine, Hyuka. Let's go back. Please?"

He came to a stop as he reached the car, looking down into your eyes again with a soft smile. "You need rest. We'll go home, I'll run a bath, and then we'll get into bed." Seeing you open your mouth to argue, he added, "Let me take care of you."

You couldn't argue with that.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

[pearlzier]

︵︵ DAY TWO ﹐ OVERSTIMULATION ☆

ᰍִ ꒰ KINKTOBER. ִ✧ㅤㅤ masterlist

NOTES .ᐣ why do i do this to myself LMFAOO im far too busy to be doing kinktober but here we are..... ana makes a decision and regrets it immediately after :3 but haii chris is so fine

WARNINGS .ᐣ overstimulation. oral (f!recieving). dom!chris. sub!reader. afab!reader. breast play. use of pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart, babe etc.)

"TASTE SO GOOD, BABY, FUCK," chris had practically been latched onto your cunt the moment he'd walked in and put his bags down—he'd barely given you time to process the fact he was back as he'd spread your legs wide and settled himself between within record time. god, he'd missed the taste of you, it'd been far too long away from it. sure, he missed the feeling of your cunt taking him so perfectly when he fucked you, or the warmth of your mouth when you suckd him off, but nothing compared to making you feel good like this with his head between your thighs.

his excuse was he'd been away from you with matt and nick for about a week. the two of you had obviously phoned, messaged, that kind of thing, but it wasn't enough. chris didn't go away much, he stayed at home more often than not, and being away from you? it took a lot out of him. so he was more than a little desperate to get his hands on you when he'd finally gotten back to the house. and now he was on you again? impossible to get him off.

"shit, chris," it's hard to talk with the rhythmic bumping of chris' nose against your clit, his tongue gliding through your wet folds and lapping up your juices as much as he possibly could. it's like he doesn't even need to breathe, it's insane. he hadn't gone up for air in.. what, a while? it felt like forever. especially for you, considering you're the one getting all the pleasure from it. judging from how he's humping the bed, however, maybe he's getting off on it too. "oh my god," you're lost for damn words.

"such a pretty pussy, mmh, missed this so bad," you're surprised he can talk as fluently as he is with his face pressed up against your warmth. "got withdrawal, y'know? can actually result in death if i don't eat you out at least once every few days," he was a fiend. absolutely obsessed with the taste of you and making you feel good. the death grip on your thighs tells you absolutely everything, this man is living his best life right there and he isn't moving. certified eater, whatever you wanted to call it, but he's between your thighs and you're just gonna have to suck it up and ride it out. "can you breathe?"

he lifts his head a little, "just fine, ma," before he starts kissing and sucking at your clit, completely flooring any plans you'd had of speaking with just a few suckles of his mouth. chris doesn't care about getting messy, how your juices trickle down his chin and the way his lips get a little puffy from working so hard, he'd do this over and over again just to see you happy. his soft moans send vibrations through you, starting at your clit in his mouth before running up your body in a burst of warmth.

it's when he starts circling your entrance with his fingers that you actually realise how long the two of you are gonna be here. you'd wondered whether this was just gonna be foreplay and he'd ease his cock inside of you soon enough but the introduction of his fingers met he was gonna be entertaining himself with you a lot longer than you'd thought. not that you mind, you're just as here for it as he is. "chris," you let out, a whiny sound, when he finally pushes his fingers into you with a little thrust forward.

he looks up at you, then, his blue eyes dilated to the point of being near black, all the while paying attention to your sensitive bundle of nerves whilst his fingers slowly ease inside of you. "so fuckin' wet, baby. all for me? shit, musta' missed me so much.." he's not even paying attention to how his fingers start to thrust in and out of you, it's all muscle memory by now. he's done this whole thing so many times with you he could do it with his eyes closed, with one hand, whatever you wanted.

"missed you so bad," you whisper, shamelessly sliding your hand upwards on your chest under your shirt to grasp your tit in your hand, rolling your fingers over your nipples as you knead the soft flesh. chris groans at the sight of that, only urging him to keep going. his fingers curl upwards towards that sweet spot inside you, brushing up against it and making the purposeful motion of rubbing against it with every movement. your fingers tighten around your nipples, and you cry out a soft sound, hips instinctively bucking towards his face.

"keep playing with your tits f'me, baby," chris mumbles into your pussy, his lips wet and slick with your arousal as he runs his tongue over you. "that's it.. makin' me jealous, honey, might have t'pay attention t'em in a second." you squeeze your breasts together, thumbs rolling over your hard buds and making your cunt pulse as chris continues eating you out. "m'gonna.." you could feel your orgasm hurtling itself towards you, not sneaking up on you, no, it wanted you to know it was coming. the wet squelch of his fingers pumping in and out of you, curled against your sweet spot, it makes your head spin.

"gonna come all over my face?" chris asks, only lapping at you in sloppier, messy motions. "gonna make a mess for me? go on then, sweetheart, there we go," he growls, and the vibrations manage to send you over the edge, your thighs trembling around his face and squeezing him there so he wouldn't move away. not that he'd dream of it, anyway, but just a precaution. "taste so good, soaking my face," you'd expect chris to move away from your oozing pussy once he'd helped you through your orgasm, but he's not deterred by suffocating in your juices, he only keeps going.

"chris, i—" you go to speak, to tell him you need a moment, but he gives you a tight squeeze of your ass and a few rougher pumps of his fingers to tell you that, well—"m'not finished, baby, so you gotta wait till m'done," he wasn't finished with you, there was no time to lose, he had to pull another orgasm out of you again, and again, and again. he was making up for his time away from you, after all. so, he kept going.

"too much, too.." you gasp, the familiar feeling of an orgasm building up once more. your head's spinning a little, fuzzy from your first climax blending into the upcoming second one. "you can give me another one, right, babe? c'mon, i ain't asking for much, just another one," he wants to feel your cunt twitch in his mouth, your sticky pussy against his face after coming for him a million times over. he's not asking for much, right? "gonna give me another one," he tells you, like he's already decided.

you're whining, bottom lip quivering as he continued his assault on your cunt. "feels too good, i can't.." you don't know whether you could take any more after this, coming a second time seemed like enough. you're subconsciously grinding yourself against his face, which makes chris smile. "sayin' you can't take anymore but you're fuckin' yourself on my face, huh? you lyin' to me?"

"not lying, no, no.. just.." another whine escapes you when he laughs, a mixture of embarrassment and the feel of the vibration causing you to let out that sweet sound. chris was relentless, he wouldn't stop until he had you trembling due to him once again. "s'gonna happen again, m'gonna come, shit, shit, shit—" his fingers curl further, and he starts to lick around your fluttering hole where his fingers are to get you over that edge once more.

"come for me, baby, there we go, wasn't hard, was it? you could take more. can take more," he rambles, moving away from you for a moment to give you some much needed reprieve. his tongue makes gentle circles against your inner thigh now, something to occupy him as your thighs shook and you recovered from your second orgasm within the span of a few minutes. but, he's not satisfied for long. "you ready?"

"ready for what..?" you ask, voice a little breathy and weak from how spent you were. your eyes meet his, hands grasping at your tits still almost in comfort, and chris scoffs quietly at your question as if it was dumb to ask. "you're gonna come on my tongue 'n' fingers again, and then m'gonna fuck you on my cock. so hold on tight, would you?"

yeah, you were gonna be here for a while.

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[sideeve]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀( living with Mike Schmidt )

— ★ Abby is his heart and soul. he knows if you’re a winner if she feels comfortable showing you her drawings.

— ★ i feel like American Idiot by Green Day is him and Abby getting ready for work/school. it’s a routine they built and can’t break out of it. so when you stay the night, you were shocked to see how quick they get out the house since Mike is always late to work.

— ★ if you can cook, you brought more meals on the menu and Mike can’t thank you enough. now, he doesn’t have to cook up some Chef Boyardee or order pizza. you were the only one they trusted in the kitchen.

— ★ weekly movie night was implemented on friday nights. you saw how much Abby and Mike were drifting away from each other so you took it upon yourself to make a movie night on fridays. the only problem is their choices. Abby would want to watch Coraline and Mike wanted to watch Megamind.

— ★ your first date was…something. Mike couldn’t really afford to go somewhere special so he found a recipe in one of the local libraries (the movie was set in like the 80s…) and cooked it up decent enough for it to be considered edible. (i’m joking, it was delicious) everything was good until—

“mike!” Abby yells from her bedroom. he was just in the middle of explaining something important to you, something he was passionate about. you could tell by the way he tried to hide his smile. but his sister comes first before anything. “Abby,” he whispers loud enough for only her to hear. “i thought i told you to keep quiet a bit. i have a date, remember?” she crosses her arms, “my tooth fell out.” “so? put it under your pillow and the tooth fairy will get it.” “that’s the thing! you told me that last time and i haven’t gotten five bucks! the tooth is still here!” shittttt. Mike sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “i’ll give you five plus more if you just keep quiet, okay?” Abby nods. “okay, good.” Mike starts to walk off before coming back. “how do i look?” he adjusts his collars. “like a million bucks.” Abby giggles, smiling, showing off her missing tooth. “sorry about that.” Mike clears his throat, sitting back at the dinner table. “no, no. that was actually cute.” you smile, you heart warmed by the brothers-sister relationship they had.

— ★ you help him sleep. now, he doesn’t need that bland nebraska poster, or that tape with nature sounds, or sleeping pills. he has you. and even the nights that you aren’t there, he would spray your favorite perfume on your pillow, hugging it close to you as if he were hugging you.

NSFW headcanons

— ★ he’s a switch. 50/50. i think his sex drive is normal if not low. he values romantic gestures than sexual gestures. but in the sex field, he’s both a giver and receiver.

— ★ let’s start with dom!mike. you’d mainly see dom!mike if it was a bad day at work or a long one. scenario; abby had been knocked out in her bed around bedtime. you technically had the house to yourself as you waited for mike to get home. finally, you hear a car pull in and the engine turn off. you could sense that it was him. you were expected a cuddle session until you both fell asleep. not you being bent over the couch, his fingers in your mouth to hush the moans escaping from your lips, fucking you like a rabid dog.

— ★ on the sub aspect, you have a whiny baby on your hands. begging and whining for you to let him cum. he pinky swears he’ll be a good boy. he whines, groans, begs. all of that. he begs so much that you have to put a hand on his mouth so he won’t wake up abby sometimes. if he’s pissed you off, you’d punish him by riding him but not letting him touch you and edging him so much that tears form at the waterline.

— ★ munch. munch! MUNCH!!! when he’s stuffed in between your thighs, he humps the edge of the bed, cumming in his pants. he’s too ashamed to let you know. he thinks it’s sick. he’s getting off by the taste of you, your sounds, and your juices dripping down his chin.

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[jeonginsleftcheek]

Sugar daddy Felix (drabble)

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

genre: smut

warnings: daddy kink, pet names, grinding, soft dom lix hehe (he would be the softest sugar daddy ever i just know that)

a/n: i love how these come to me randomly and i can't stop writing them🫠

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~ drabble #2

The lock clicks, the sound of the door opening has you whipping your head towards it excitedly.

The electric excitement runs from your chest to your core, your daddy's finally home.

You've been sitting all pretty and dolled up for him, wearing the new lingerie you bought (well, with his money), it's lacy and baby blue, just how he likes it.

Your cunt is wet, juices seeping on the lace, making the underwear stick to you, but you never dared to defy any of your daddy's rules, like the rule of no touching yourself until he says so.

That's why you waited patiently, growing frustrated cause he came back later than expected and you practically run to him as soon as he closes and locks the door.

"Darling!"- Felix smiles when he sees your excited face, his arms opening up to take you in his embrace.

He's so excited to see you that he almost misses your outfit. Almost.

"Daddy!"- your voice is whiny as you cling onto him.

"What do you have on, princess? Let me see."- he says, his voice already dropping lower.

You step back to show him the set you're wearing, everything looks so soft and sweet just like you always are to him.

"I got it today, it's for you, daddy. Do you like it?"- you bat your eyelashes at him and his heart skips a beat, his pants already getting uncomfortable.

"I love it, princess."- he smirks, and sits down on the couch, subtly spreading his legs.

You stay put, excited for what's about to come, your eyes taking in the sight in front of you.

Felix in the white suit, looking like an ethereal angel, a bulge prominent on his expensive pants, and your mouth waters at the contradiction.

You're ready to do anything he asks of you, if he said so you'd drop on your knees in an instant and swallow him down.

"Come sit on daddy's lap, princess."- his smirk is devilish, a contrast to his angelic presence.

You run to him immediately and he chuckles at your eagerness as you quickly put your legs on either sides of his and sit down, your pussy rubbing against the hardness in his pants.

You whimper desperately, you feel how hard and hot he is under your pulsating wet core but you stay still, waiting for him to give you his command.

"What did you want daddy to do with you dressed like this, hm?"- he taunts you, his hands on your hips, gently rubbing you, his fingertips dipping to your ass.

"Whatever daddy wants."- you pout cutely, you want so bad for him to go crazy and just absolutely rail the life out of you.

"Tsk."- he clicks his tongue, squeezing your thighs a little and you whimper, almost grinding into him.

"I know you want something, darling. You have to tell me what it is or I won't be able to give it to you."- Felix smirks, observing your face and you feel small under the intense gaze that's set on you.

"I- I want daddy to fuck me hard."- you whimper, your face red in embarassment as you avoid to look at him.

He chuckles deeply, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, bringing you closer to him and dragging your pussy along his throbbing length.

"You have to show me how much you want that and cum just like this. Can you do that for me?"- he asks, his hands steady on you as he starts slowly moving you against his cock.

You grab at his shoulders, nodding fast as you start grinding on him.

"Words, princess."- he smacks your ass lightly and you gasp.

"Yes, yes daddy!"- your nails dig into his shoulders as you drag your soaking cunt against his erection. Your juices are seeping through your panties onto his white pants as you move your hips, spreading your legs as much as you can and pressing your cunt hard on him as you grind faster.

"My sweet girl, dressing up for her daddy."- he grips your ass and you whine, almost bouncing on him.

"You want daddy's cock deep inside your sweet pussy, hm princess?"- he smirks, his low voice dropping a few more octaves down.

"Yes daddy, deep so deep!"- you whimper, you're already close and you wrap your arms around him and grind on him as hard and fast as you can, your pretty tits bouncing in his face.

Felix thinks he's blessed as he holds your hips down and helps you move against him.

"You're doing so good for me. You wanna cum princess?"- Felix can see you're close, your eyes watering and your moans high pitched.

"P-please wanna cum for daddy!"- you whimper, tears spilling down your cheeks.

"It's okay baby, you can cum for me."- he says in his deep voice, sending a jolt through your navel as you explode, your juices soaking and covering the front of his pants.

"T-thank you, daddy."- you sniffle quietly as Felix cups your face in his hands, wiping your tears away.

"No, thank you, princess. For always being such a good girl for me."- he says, pressing his lips into yours softly.

You kiss back desperately as you cling onto him, you missed him so much the whole day that having him here feels like a dream.

You crave for more, still feeling his hard cock under your and you squeeze your thighs around his, dragging your cunt against him.

"My baby feels empty, don't you?"- he smirks, his hands stopping your movement and you whine in protest.

"Need your cock, daddy. Please."- you beg sweetly and who is he to deny you?

"Shh princess, daddy'll take care of you now."- he promises as he lays you down.

You couldn't be more happier that he's finally home.

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[enhard]

idk if you saw but there’s this one clip in Idol 1D2N of Sunghoon, rolling his eyes back while groaning after failing to score points ( 18:48-18:50). Please please write about it because I feel like that’s what he looks if someone gives him a mind blowing head after a frustrating day…

-🍄

🍄 anon this is perfect just PERFECT

and how he’d become so pouty when he comes back home, wishing you’d get the hint.. you get me?

putting the clip here just for the sake of it😩

park sunghoon — “a long day”

pairing: bf!p.sh x fem!reader

not proofread, enjoy! (MDNI)

you already knew his members were giving him a hard time, not listening to him, doing whatever they wanted, teasing him until he got upset and so on.

you knew because he texted you about it and you were there to comfort him.

sunghoon: [i can’t stay here anymore they keep annoying me for no reason]

[i’m actually fucking done they’re not listening]

[jake did the choreo wrong 5 times already and i told him what he did wrong and he didn’t even care to fix it]

he just keeps ranting. and you’re listening.

you: [baby i know it’s frustrating, if you don’t want to stay there come over after break😓]

[you can talk to me about it, just hang in there a bit more]

sunghoon: [okay love i’ll drop by i love you]

you just send him a silly gif and wait for him to finish his work.

after half an hour or so, you can hear your apartment doorbell ringing. you quickly get up from your couch to open the door just to see him standing in the doorway.

he slightly smiles at you, but you can tell that he’s pissed. he pulls you in his arms, his hands trailing down to grab your waist.

“i missed you.” he says, sounding exhausted from the mental chaos he went through today.

you chuckle at him, sneaking your lips onto his neck to give him sweet and soft kisses.

“i missed you too love.” you say between kisses.

at one point he pulls away to close the door and to sit down on the couch.

you offer him a glass of water and he nods in a way of thanking you.

he drinks a few sips to regather his thoughts and then he starts ranting about his day.

he seems so frustrated with everything that went today and you just feel bad for him, he’s trying his best but he just had a bad day.

he’s fidgeting with his fingers, looking for something to relieve him from the stress..

you know something popped up in his mind when he suddenly looked at you all pouty, being way too clingy and sticking to your arm a little too many times.

all it missed was for him to say it out loud, it was clear what he wanted. instead of you saying it right away, you stood up and got behind the couch.

you slowly leaned over the couch to hug him from behind, giving him kisses on his shoulder.

he smiles at you, getting a bit whiny now.

“loveee.. what are you doing..?” he says, throwing his head back to look at you.

you grab his cheeks, smiling back at him.

“maybe i can help you relax…” you pout back at him. “oh really? and how’s that?” he teases.

“oh you know exactly how, let me suck you off, i’ll make you feel good .. please?” you give him a small kiss on his forehead.

he nods, grabbing onto your arms to pull you closer.

you giggle at him already walking up in front of him again. giving him a smile, you gently get on your knees.

as you palm his crotch with your hand, he can’t help but laugh a bit.

“you’re always so good at finding excuses to fuck me up, aren’t you?” he scoffs.

your smile widens. “mmm.. maybe. i just crave you all the time.”

your hands stop listening to you, moving down to his pants to take them off. you don’t take them off all the way, just enough to expose his boxers.

you lift his shirt up a bit to give him a soft kiss on his abdomen, going back down to kiss his bulge. after a few sweet kisses, you finally take his boxers off.

you lick your lips once your eyes make contact with his cock, all red and waiting for you.

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows looking at you grab the base of his cock and lick at his tip, mumbling sweet words.

“love, do it already. put it in your mouth.”

“such a good girl, so good for me.”

and so on.

you continue licking his tip, abusing it with your tongue and getting to taste his precum. he gasps when he feels his tip in your mouth.

you’re sucking on it, giving it licks here and there while your hand is pumping him up and down slowly. it doesn’t take many strokes for him to start moaning.

“darling please…” he begs. you look up and him smiling, his tip still inside your mouth. you know you’re being a tease and.. he’s pretty frustrated as is, it must not be the time to tease him now.

you push your head down to take him whole. resting your hands on his thighs, you bop your head up and down until his tip reaches the back of your throat.

you choke a little, but at the same time you’re used to him. you’ve done this before. he grabs onto your hair to encourage you to keep going, moaning with every movement of yours.

he throws his head back, rolling his eyes at the same time (just like in the video) feeling you spitting on his cock, getting all messy and sloppy. you’re completely slurping him up, using your hand to stroke him when you decide to focus on that swollen tip of his.

“baby..fuck that feels good.” he moans out. you’re feeling him twitch in your mouth, hitting the roof of your mouth.. how can you not love moments like this. he’s so fucking hot.

as you’re tracing circles around his tip, you hear him cry out again. he’s begging and begging for you to keep going, you’re so good at this and you both know that you are.

he grabs onto your hair tighter just to fuck your throat. he keeps your head in place to thrust up into your mouth. he’s moaning and whimpering exactly how he wants, those noises being like a thank you card for helping him de-stress.

he looks back at you as he’s face fucking you, honestly not caring about much, just thinking about his pleasure. he loves the chokes and gags he hears every so often from you, fuelling him to continue.

after some more powerful thrusts, his voice cracks with his orgasm building in his stomach.

you can only mumble nonsense, whining and humming loudly. he’s about to cum and you’re there to swallow it all.

“baby..i can’t. i need to cum” he whimpers out loud.

he leaves thrusts even faster than the previous ones, his last thrust lasting longer. he cums down your throat, only pulling out of your mouth when you give him the signal that you swallowed it all. he’s noisy. very noisy. but you don’t mind and you couldn’t care less if your neighbours heard.

he pulls his cock away from your mouth, a string of saliva and cum linking them until you give his cock one last kiss. he releases the grasp on your hair, panting and squeezing his eyes shut.

you just smile, standing up to give him a little kiss. his cock is definitely still aching, it’s still hard. you know it’ll take more to help him relax than just a blowjob.

“let me really help you relax now.” you smile confidently.

[stars-for-circe]

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cw: pure smut, that’s it

A video of you and Ellie in the car, it’s rather plain, actually. She’s holding your phone, facing her way, while you seem a little occupied. But for some reason, the point of the video seems quite unclear, because for some reason, Ellie just can’t seem to get the right words out.

And instead of words coming out of her mouth, its moans and whispered swears broken up with stifled giggles from the two of you. And oh, now it’s quite obvious, what with how her head is slowly leaning back and hitting the headrest, and the first syllables of a failed sentence tries miserably to escape Ellie’s throat.

“Say it.” You whisper, sounding as though your voice is muffled.

A silence follows, then a small slurp, then a snicker as you hear her whimper. From your point of view, it’s just so fucking funny seeing Ellie struggle like this. The camera’s out of focus now, shaking slightly and facing the wrong way, but who can blame her for not focusing on the angles? Bless her, with how she tries to lift her head and look into the camera as she speaks.

“I just….just wanted to-fuck- to say that I love my girlfriend so m-much.”

“She makes me….?” You stare up at her expectantly, wiping your lips with your tongue as you slowly trace two fingers up and down, the way she’s soaking the leather seats translating into such a wet noise that the video could pick up on it.

“…She makes me s-sooo happy, and……makes me feel so good-holyshitdon’tpleasedontstop-”

“I won’t, baby.” What you say is muffled once again, your tongue now occupied all on her puffy clit, sucking and swirling above your two fingers, thrusting in and out at just the right angle. And thank god for your other hand staying unoccupied, as you take the reins on recording (since Ellie is too fucked out to care at this point).

The new angle, showing your face as you tongue fuck her, and showing the foggy car windows behind you, just barely illuminated from that busted streetlight. As you glance up at Ellie, all your encouraging open mouthed “uh huh”s and moans at how she tastes just turn into little giggles at what the fuck you’re both doing right now - fucking your girlfriend in some residential driveway, meaning you need her to stay quiet because you both were too horny to wait until you got home.

But you couldn’t really care less, as you feel her clench harder and harder on your fingers, her tattooed arm coming down to card her fingers through your hair. And you really can’t find it in you to care about anything at all as her soft hold turns into a harsh grip and tug as you make her unravel in your tongue, using your fingers to brush against her sweet spot as you slurp and suck everything Ellie gives you.

You bite your lip and smile as her breathing finally goes from heavy, whiny pants to soft sighs, pulling yourself up from the floor and into her lap. And just as you lean down to kiss her, you make sure the camera’s got both of you in frame as you make out with Ellie. You make sure she tastes herself on you, coaxing open her mouth and slipping your tongue against hers which, to your delight, elicits another small groan from her, and then a slow, fucked out smile against your mouth - one that you reciprocate.

And it feels so good to slide your hand up and pull at her hair this time, while you start to slowly grind and swivel your hips against hers - a taste of what’s to come next. You feel her hands slowly begin to trace up, up, up your back and under your clothes, a small sign that she’s ready for another round. But before you can do anything more, the fucking porch light at the end of the driveway turns on, and fuck, did the front door just open?

“Shit!”

Followed by loud snickers from the both of you as you clamber into the passenger side and Ellie stomps down on the peddle, pants still down and all. And as she tries to navigate the unfamiliar neighbourhood, you lean over and try to help her with her pants - pulling them up and grabbing her belt. But she stops you, taking a hand off the wheel and gently pushing you off.

“We’re picking up where we left off the monent we get home. Don’t bother with that, baby.”

So you just lean back into your seat, watching the houses go by as you wait with a smile on your face. Something tells you she’s gonna do good on that promise.

[boyfriendstevie]

may i humbly request…. 15. Character A hiding their face into Character B’s shirt because they can’t keep the noises at bay, and hoping to God they’re not being too loud. i can’t think of anything to keep it wintery but… maybe a handsie moment at a work christmas party? hehe whatever u like!

Jay my angel baby love <333 thank u for this & im sorry it took so long, pls enjoy having to be quiet while staying at the harrington household ft menace Steve hehe; 18+!!! mdni!!! fem!reader, fingering, hand job, use of nicknames like good girl

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“Baby…” Steve coos softly from somewhere next to you. It’s hard to tell… hard to focus. All you know is that his body is pressed to yours, and he’s got two long fingers in your cunt. “Gotta be quiet, honey. Don’t want anyone to hear you, do you?”

Being home for the holidays is always nice, but staying with family makes things difficult. In a number of ways, but it makes being intimate with your boyfriend particularly challenging. And after staying with your family for a number of days, in a small house where sound would definitely travel, you’re feeling pent up when you make it to the Harrington household. It didn’t take long for you to excuse yourselves to Steve’s old room where you were staying, and end up under the covers together. 

A kiss presses to the crook of your neck as you shake your head, Steve’s breath hot against your skin. You’ve only been at it for a few minutes, but between the kisses and all of his attention, you already feel like you’re going to melt, and besides, you don’t have much time anyway. You whimper again and his hand stills as he huffs out a quiet laugh and says, “Babe, I’m serious… can’t have my parents catching us.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” you whine, squirming under his touch as his free hand roams up your torso to cup your breast, squeezing not-so-gently, “I’ll be quiet, please don’t stop, just— need you, please—“

You can feel the curve of his lips on your shoulder and he shushes you again, this time more reassuringly as his fingers curl inside of you, “I gotcha, baby, shhhhh.”

But then, his hand pulls away completely as he shifts away from you, leaving you clenching around nothing and hissing his name angrily, “Steve! What the fu—“

Your complaint dies on your lips as he rearranges both of you so you’re on your side facing him, only mere centimeters separating you. One of his arms curls around your shoulders to hold you close while the other maneuvers between your bodies until his hand can cup your cunt, the palm of his hand brushing against your clit. His middle and ring finger dip between your folds to find your dripping entrance, fingertips circling it lightly. Teasingly.

Before you can complain again, his fingers ease into you, making you sigh softly, a quiet, content noise. Your leg hitches over his hip as you press closer, relaxing against him. Steve noses against your temple, a small laugh escaping his own lips as his fingers push deep, “Told ya I gotcha, honey.”

“Mhm,” you breathe out absentmindedly, all high-pitched and whiny in your attempt to stay as quiet as you can, which feels nearly impossible with his fingers fucking in and out of you. Especially hard when his fingers spread wide, stretching you open for him. His thumb finds your clit with practiced ease, rubbing over it in just the right way, making your hips roll into his touch. 

He keeps saying you can’t be too loud, but it seems like he’s doing everything in his power to make you fall apart, to make the loudest moans possible fall from your lips, “Stevie— fuck, Steve, need—“

A particularly loud moan escapes you, and you instantly worry he’ll stop again, but instead, his arm curls and tightens around your shoulders, pulling you into his hold. Your face presses against his chest, the fabric of his pajama shirt soft on your cheek. When you moan again, this time at the way his fingers crook, brushing against the most sensitive spot inside of you, the sound comes out muffled into Steve’s chest. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he asks, “Feel good, baby? That’s what you wanted, huh? Such a good girl, letting me know exactly how you feel.” 

Steve’s words, the smug sound in his voice, makes you whine again, though it’s barely audible against his chest. Your own fingers curl around one of Steve’s biceps, digging into his skin a bit more harshly than you intend to, though he doesn’t seem to mind, reveling in the reactions and noises he can draw out of you from his fingers alone. You’re desperate to cum after so long, and you’re so close, the coil in your gut twisting tighter and tighter, but you still need more. But he knows you better than you know yourself, and so before you can even ask, a third finger pushes into your tight heat. 

With his thumb rubbing small, quick circles on your clit, and his fingers pumping in and out of you, pleasure twists in your tummy. You clench around his fingers, face buried into your boyfriend’s chest as you finally tip over the edge. Your body writhes against his, moaning and whining into Steve’s chest, and you distantly hope that you’re not being too loud, though you can’t find it in yourself to care too much. 

“That’s a girl,” Steve hums, kissing along your jaw and neck as you come back down from the high. The leg hitched over his hip shakes and Steve pulls his hand from your center to grab at your thigh, squeezing your flesh gently, “Y’alright?”

“Yes,” you murmur softly in reply, face hot against the fabric of his shirt, “Your turn? Been too long…” You trail off as you move just enough to get your hand under Steve’s boxers. Precum leaks from his tip, and he hisses loudly as your thumb rubs over his slit, spreading the wetness down the length of his cock. 

Your fingers wrap around the base, and you stroke him once — just enough to pull a deep groan from his chest. You’re more than pleased, and a little smug, as you repeat the same thing he’d said to you earlier, “Gotta be quiet, love, yeah?” 

“Shut up,” he laughs, jaw clenching when you squeeze him gently, “Maybe I need to hide my face in your chest, too.”

“Be my guest,” you grin at him, free hand tangling into the hair at the back of his head, pulling him in closer for a kiss that leaves both of you dizzy. 

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Cry to Me

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Notes: Where was I going with this? Idk I just wanted Eddie to be more than a gorgeous sex god okay. He’s Hispanic he is all about that chisme I promise you

P.S What do I have against accounting?!

Eddie loved when you cried during sex, he loved when you cried in general. Which was a little sadistic sounding but god he couldn’t get enough of it. Especially when you’d look up at him with those pretty wet eyes, your lips wrapped around his cock, your nose buried in the soft fuzz. Those were his favorite tears when he fucked your throat over while you begged him to stop, choking on his dick with every hard thrust. 

This time he’s got you pinned to the bed, flat on your stomach. His body flush with yours as he drills your pussy, his arms are carefully wrapped around your head, keeping you in place as he fucks you relentlessly. He goes crazy for the little whiny, whimpering sounds you make. Your sweet gasps, your little “daddy slow down” the watery sobs as you go stupid on his cock. Your head flopping back against his shoulder as he stares into your glassy eyes, your mouth open and drooling. 

Yeah, this is definitely heaven for him. 

“God you’re such a dumb fucking slut” He purrs in your ear, licking his lips at the way your tits jiggle with each rough snap of his hips. 

“Look at you… crying over how good this cock feels, aren’t you capable of anything else?” 

Your tears fall freely, and he grins wickedly, kissing them from your face

“Awwww my stupid little thing, not a single thought in that pretty little head of yours huh?” 

It’s like something in you snaps, your body trembles nervously under his and you let out a strangled gasp. He lets go of your head, and you fall into the covers, trying to bury your face deeply as you sob, your body shaking harder 

“Whoa wait a minute” He can tell, he can hear when your cries change. When it goes from overwhelming pleasure to… something else. He starts to slow down as you cry harder, his hips coming to a stop altogether 

“Baby? Princess?” he lets go of you, turning you over slowly as he pulls out 

“What happened little one? what’s going on?” His voice is deep and soothing as you shake your head, putting your hands over your eyes. He sounds so worried about you, his own hands shaking as he cups your face 

“N-nothing! No, it- it’s nothing k-keep going please just- just keep going” 

Your voice falters on the last few words, wobbling as you sniffle and he shakes his head, grabbing the blankets and moving them around to make space for you two 

“Oh hell no” He pulls you into him now, cradling your body against his and gently pushing your head into his shoulder. He holds you to him as tightly as he can, his heart beating out of his chest

“Tell me what’s wrong baby… I wanna help. Did I do something? Was it too much? I know we don’t do that position a lot…” 

“No! No of course it wasn’t you Daddy. I-I just-“ You hold onto him as you cry into his shoulder, your tears falling down his chest and he rubs your back, humming softly 

“Hey… if you’re not ready to talk about it we don’t have to yet. What if I told you about my day huh? You wanna hear about it?” 

You nod, wiping your eyes again and burrowing further into his chest and he smiles as he strokes your hair softly 

“So, I suppose it started off pretty normal” His fingers trail down your spine “Got to work on time… Buck nearly attacked me as soon as I walked in, apparently he and Tommy got into their first fight”

You gasp a little and he gestures wildly “Yeah!! I know!! Like can you imagine them fighting? But don’t worry baby I got the tea”

You snort and shake your head and he goes back to stroking your hair “Oh you know I wouldn’t come home without it… apparently, Tommy has been staying over at Buck’s like… a lot lately and he noticed that his bedroom was like kinda messy? So he told him he should really clean it up and Buck was all uh you’re my boyfriend, not my mom and Tommy was all okay but if I’m gonna be here as much as I am I’d like it to be a little cleaner and Buck was all okay but it’s my house? And I’m okay with it being kinda messy up here” 

You narrow your eyes a little and Eddie nods fast “Exactly!!! Literally, that’s what I said! On the one hand, Tommy doesn’t really have the right to be asking that of him you know? Because he doesn’t live there. But on the other hand, come on B, have some class and keep your room clean” 

You hook your leg over Eddie’s waist, pushing him forward a bit so you can lay on him more. He lets you adjust yourself in any way you feel comfortable and smiles, kissing your forehead as you seem to be calming down a bit

“Hey you wanna know somethin’?” he says, nuzzling his nose against yours and you blush, looking into his eyes 

“Sure,” you say barely audibly, not trusting your own voice right now 

“I think you’re like, super gorgeous” 

You roll your eyes, shaking your head at his corniness, and bury your face back in his chest. He chuckles, squeezing you tightly and going back to his story

“Anyway, I told Buck he should really just talk things out with Tommy and tell him that he felt kinda embarrassed when he mentioned it because that’s definitely what it boiled down to. And then- oh my god. Tommy came up to me at lunch-“

He feels your little mouth drop open and it’s all he can do not to shake you

“Yeah!!! Yeah!! And he was all hey can we talk and I was like ummmmm sure and he took me aside and oh my god he was like-“

Eddie makes his voice deeper “Buck and I had a fight. And I was like- baby I swear I did the Pikachu face” 

That gets you to laugh out loud, you press your forehead to his bare chest as you laugh into him. He holds you closer, incredibly relieved you’re back to smiling  

“What did you say” You shake your head giggling and finding your voice again. Eddie rubs your thigh over his waist, before reaching down and easing his cock back into you. You moan softly, holding onto his shoulders as you move your hips on him, adjusting yourself to take him all the way in 

“I said-“ He wraps his arms back around you, his eyes rolling back at your little whimpering noises “I said do you want to talk about it, and he said yeah, so we went for a “walk” around outside? And he was all I don’t know if I should have brought up the mess to Buck and I was like okay why and he was like because he’s right it’s his house and I don’t live there, I think I just got so used to being there with him it felt like I did” 

You push his shoulders back lightly and roll with him as he settles on his back. You sit up, placing your hands on his chest and he grabs your hips 

“And then?” You ask breathlessly and he smirks, watching the way you roll your hips slowly 

“I told him he probably embarrassed him when he said that, and that it’s kind of a keep-to-yourself thing or maybe subtly cleanup for him in a cute gesture. And then I asked him if he wanted to move in with Buck” 

You look down at him, your eyes wide, your mouth open for a number of reasons 

“What did he say???” 

“Let’s just say, you and I are going to need to be free in a couple Saturdays” 

Your body shudders as you claw at his chest, a deep tingling sensation running through your body 

“You convinced them to move in together??” 

“It was a total- fuck” he holds your hips tighter, watching you ride him slowly “It was a total accident” 

“Mmmm and now we’re on moving duty” You tilt your head back, your hair falling back as you bounce slowly on his cock, holding onto his arms 

“Yeah, but they helped you move in here and Buck is our best friend, it’s only fair…. Now, you wanna tell me what happened?” 

You shake your head, your hair swishing back and forth and he reaches up, cupping the back of your head and tilting it up for you to look into his eyes. He knows you’re back in a safe space, comfortable with him now. 

“I’m done asking honey. You want me to punish you for this? Hm? I thought we agreed you tell Daddy everything” 

“I- I don’t-“

He squeezes a little less and looks at you, seemingly worried 

“Baby?”

“Josh from accounting said I was a stupid slut. And when you were calling me that it reminded me of him saying that- and- and all I could hear was him, not you anymore. I felt so- so dirty? And all because I wouldn’t freaking go to dinner with him!” 

Eddie stops all movement, immediately letting go of your throat

“Did you tell HR?” He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing his phone 

“Y-yeah… luckily Stacy heard him say it… god daddy, it was so embarrassing… what- what are you-“

“Go buy four cartons of eggs, two packs of toilet paper, and three rolls of duct tape. I’ll call Bobby and Hen, you get Maddie and Chimney. We meet at my place in 30 minutes.” 

“On it” you hear Buck's voice, not even questioning this before Eddie hangs up and holds your hips, kissing you breathless until you fall over onto the bed 

“Get dressed” He climbs out of bed and you roll over onto your stomach 

“I mean yeah okay but why?” 

He goes into his closet, grabbing his ghost face mask from last Halloween and your Hockey mask 

“Because we’ve all got a fucking car to see”

The next morning you walk into the office, your legs a bit wobbly from the little celebration Eddie had after you came back home that night. 

He’d taken extra good care of you this morning, getting a shower ready, making sure breakfast was hot and on the table for you. He’d even picked out your dress, which was more of a little thing for him. It was his favorite work dress on you, the one with the square neck that pushed your breasts up. With short sleeves and the hem coming in just at what’s an okay length it drives Eddie crazy whenever you wear it. 

He kisses you as he stands with you at the front door of the office building, his hands sliding around your back and pressing you against him 

“You have a good day baby girl”

You set your bag down and start to turn on your computer when you hear laughter from the large windows. Stacy comes running over and tugs on your hand 

“Oh my god. Ohhh my god Y/N you’ve gotta come see this!!!” 

You get up with her, hurrying over to the window, and burst out laughing. Josh is pulling into his “company spot” over an hour late for work. Eddie is still outside the building, literally on his knees, holding onto his truck door as he laughs. 

Josh slams his car door, there’s toilet paper on his shoe as he storms inside. You can tell he’d tried to clean it as best he could but there was nothing that could be done. His car has been covered in eggs and all the paint has been duct taped. The hot California sun has already baked it down permanently. There’s also toilet paper all over the inside of his car (Buck knew how to put the window down and back up) and to top it all off Athena (she wasn’t there) brought the entire makings of a sundae. 

So that way you’d have a cherry on top 

[rottenrosethorns]

Hi! Saw that your request is open and jump straight in to request lol.

Can you make a Leon x reader fluff, where Leon is this big tuff government agent (which he is) who is respected and look up to by people around him. But around reader he's just this big puppy who loves to cuddle and be in her arms, and he's so whiny whenever the reader needs to get up to go to the bathroom that he'll just wait for her outside the bathroom, once she gets out, he just scoops her back into his arms and off to cuddling session they go~ Can be any Leon you want!

Pairing: ID!Leon Kennedy x gn!Reader 

Genre: Fluff 

Synopsis: Tough government agent by day, soft puppy boy by night. Leon recounts the highlights of his week spent with you. 

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: None! :)

A/N: i just love a good puppy boy yum. now, obvi RE2 takes the cake for soft boy, but in my head, i dream of old leon being the biggest baby, like he has so much trauma, let me be your therapist – hope you like this anon! <3 

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- masterlist - 

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Saturday & Sunday  –

Leon adored the weekends. He got to spend all his time with you after all. He loved leaving work as early as possible to pick you up from your work, taking you out for a nice dinner, and maybe watching a movie or TV show afterwards. He loved staying up as late as possible, hoping that the sun never rose so that he could relish being in your comfort under the heaps of blankets because you always complained about being cold. Eventually, the stress of work and lack of sleep would forcibly pull him into slumber as he snuggled closer into your body. When he woke up to the sounds of the birds chirping and the morning sun rays peeking through the crevices of the curtains, Leon sinked into the mattress, holding you as close as possible. You were a heavy sleeper, so he often took advantage of that to kiss your temple and get up to make you breakfast. 

Leon was such a giver, loving that he could be a caretaker for you. While he was gone at work, you were always the one to take care of things at home and make sure he had a clean space to relax and recharge. So, he’d always repay you for being the one to service you on the weekends. He knew your favorites, likes, and dislikes. And, even if he wasn’t the perfect cook, he still knew how to make up for it with weekly flowers delivered to the house. After breakfast, he’d be with you wherever you stepped. 

You like reading in the den? He’d sit next to you while he answers emails and finishes reports, hating that your eyes were following words and not on him. 

You like gardening outside? He’d start working out outside with his shirt off, definitely making sure to distract you and hating that you smiled more at the flowers than at him. 

You like going out to brunch with your friends? He’d drive you to and from the restaurant, pretending to leave after kissing you goodbye and wishing you to have fun before sneaking back to sit at a reserved table. 

He couldn't spend a second without you. So, that’s why he always hated the work week, because for forty hours, he had to resist quitting his career to be in your arms. And unfortunately, tomorrow was Monday.

…..

Monday – 

Leon already started off the week to a bad start. Somehow, he’d forgotten to take the lunch you always packed him to work and he didn’t have enough time to drive back and grab it. It wasn’t that he minded skipping lunch – he missed many meals from harsh mission conditions already – or was incapable of buying his own lunch from a nearby food chain, it’s just that he was upset that he would be missing out on your little sticky notes you accompanied with each lunch. From when you started dating, you made it a habit to sneak in notes of affection and motivation to cheer him up throughout the day. He even made an effort to save all your sticky notes in the corner of his desk drawer with his favorite ones displayed on the edge of his monitor or overlapping on pictures frames of you propped up on the corner of his desk. 

“Mr. Kennedy?” 

“What do you want?” Leon all but glared at the assistant, standing near the door. She’d been a new addition to the team, meaning she was trying her chance to catch his eye. Arguably, Leon enjoyed the attention during his rookie days, using his looks for his career’s advantage; however, nowadays with you in his life, Leon treated every woman with a cold shoulder and a sneer. Unfortunately, some women were into cold and sneering men. 

The assistant fluttered her eyes, pushing her chest out as if she had a spinal injury, “There’s some here to see you.” 

Thinking that she was talking about herself, Leon grit his teeth in annoyance, “Get the fuck out of my office.”

“Leon!” You unexpectedly appeared through the door of his office with a disappointed frown, “That was so rude, apologize to her now.” 

Leon’s jaw slacked in surprise, not expecting you to show up at his workplace. He stumbled out of his chair, quickly making it over towards you to give you a kiss only to meet the side of your face instead of your lips. Leon pouted from you avoiding his kiss. You gave him a glare, eyes flickering towards the assistant. Internally groaning, Leon knew he didn’t have a choice as you were the most stubborn person he’s met. But he was a pleaser – he was your pleaser – so he’d do anything you ask him to. 

Turning towards the assistant, Leon begrudgingly muttered an apology, “I shouldn’t have sworn at you. That’s my fault.”

Although he didn’t mean it, Leon looked at the assistant with harsh eyes. From his height, you couldn’t see his disingenuous expression and gullibly believed in his fake act of remorse. His glare hardened, a warning for the assistant to leave before he kicked her out physically. Leon would never put his hands on a woman, but if they were threatening his lover, then all those morals went out the window. Getting the hint, the assistant finally made the move to leave, but not fast enough for Leon to grab you in his arms and essentially make out with you in front of her. 

You pulled back from the kiss with a blush, “Leon!”

Leon smirked, loving to see the flush on your face and being the reason for it, “I missed you.”

“You saw me this morning,” You rolled your eyes at Leon’s dramatics. 

“So?” Leon snuggled into you closer, sniffing you as if your scent was home to him, “What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?”

Leon heard some rustling and looked to see his forgotten lunch bag in your hand, “Hungry?”

Leon nodded like a puppy with a wide smile on his face before guiding you to sit on his office chair while he sat on his desk. He happily waited as you unpacked everything on his desk and advised him which foods to start with. And, although he didn’t receive a note that day, your presence made up for it. 

…..

Tuesday – 

“Conference is ready for Eagle, I repeat, Conference is ready for Eagle.”  

Leon raised his cuff towards his mouth, “Copy that.” 

Leon buttoned his suit jacket, securing his pistol, and gestured one arm towards the Oval Office’s door, “Mr. President, we’re ready for you.” 

Leon received a curt nod before leading him out the Oval Office and towards the press room. Like routine clockwork, his eyes were constantly scanning for danger. Even though they were only moving from one end of the White House towards the other, Leon was never too careful. Once at the doors of the press room, Leon held the door with one hand while the other went back up near his mouth, “Eagle’s entering the press room.” 

When he received the green light, Leon pushed open the door and followed the President towards the stage. Again, he scanned the room, looking for any suspicious activity or possible threats. Just as he made his way towards the edge of the stage where he was usually stationed during these boring politically vague press conferences, his eyes happened to catch a familiar figure, causing him to stumble over his feet and loudly crash into the American flag flagpole. The noise caused each reporter to inspect the situation as they watched Leon fumble. With quick reflexes, Leon caught the pole before it fell over and placed it back upright before awkwardly shuffling towards his post. Normally, Leon wouldn’t have made such a mistake, but the sight of you sitting with the audience of reporters caught him off guard. How could he forget that you worked in a very reputable news station? 

Leon avoided everyone’s lingering stares, pretending that what just happened didn’t happen. Well, everyone’s but yours. Once he met your twinkling eyes, your face broke out into the most adorable smile as you tried to hide it behind your notepad and suppress your giggles. Leon let out a barely audible chuckle as his face flushed. You were the only one that could have him feeling embarrassed. But technically, this was your fault, because you looked too good for him not to stare at you the whole time. If any of his colleagues was watching his view, they’d definitely think you were some sort of threat waiting to take their chance. 

Normally, Leon couldn’t wait for these conferences to be over. But now, he found this one particularly excruciating. The whole time he kept wondering how the hell he was supposed to control himself when you were in work mode. Just the way you asked the most intelligent questions, being so focused when writing your notes, and the way you brushed your hair out of your face whenever it fell into your vision sent him into a state of blissful insanity. The things he’d do to just leave his post and jump into your arms was unthinkable. But he had a job to do, and he was the best at it. Plus, he wanted to show off how cool and handsome he was while on the job. 

“Thank you. We’ll be taking no more questions at this moment.”

Leon snapped out of his daze, moving to escort the president off the stage. Turning towards a secret service member, Leon gave the orders to guide the president back to his next destination before breaking away and practically skipping towards you. 

“Nice fall there, Romeo,” You teased, can’t help but giggled as you recanted the fresh memory. 

Leon scratched his head with a crooked smile, “I saw the most beautiful person in my life.”

You shook your head giggling before giving him a quick kiss, not wanting to get him in trouble at work. Leon excitedly accepted your kiss, smile widening even more as his lips tingled. 

“Kennedy! Debrief!” 

Leon looked over to see his colleague waving him down from across the room. Instantaneously, his stoic expression returned as he gave a quick nod of acknowledgement. Once out of sight, his features soften, looking at you apologetically, “Gotta go, I’ll see you later. Love you!” 

It took him almost a minute to actually say goodbye and leave you, but the skip in his step made up for his tardiness. 

…..

Wednesday – 

Leon was starting to get tired of these meetings. His job was to fight bioweapons, did he really need to sit in the geeky science side of things? If there’s a monster, kill it. Easy. 

He sighed, as his eyes bore into the papers, yet not reading any of the content written on them. Every word said by the scientists and researchers went in one ear and right out the other as they continued through the robust slideshow. Didn’t he skip college for this exact reason? 

Just as they were about to continue towards the next slide, Leon’s phone rang, interrupting everyone from their concentration. Usually, Leon would apologize for forgetting to silence his phone, but seeing your caller ID flash on his screen had him running outside the meeting room as the group decided to call for an intermission. 

Picking up, Leon piped up, “Hello?”

“Is it a bad time?” 

Leon looked back to the meeting room without a care, “Nope, wasn’t doing anything important, what’s up?” 

“I was just going to ask what you wanted to eat for dinner for Friday’s movie night. Do you want to order in or make something ourselves?” 

“What’s wrong with both?” Leon chuckled. 

“That’s too much!” You laughed.

Leon smiled, loving the sound of your laughter and being the one that made you laugh, “Okay, okay, let’s get something easy to make. We’ve got some other shopping to do too.” 

“Perfect, we’ll go tomorrow, okay? Come home early.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, “I’ll be there.”

“Okay, I gotta go now. I love you!”

“I love you too,” Leon kissed into the phone before hanging up. 

He was about to turn around and head back to the presentation room before being face to face with the Redfield siblings. Chris raised his brow while Claire did her best to hide her snickering behind her hand. Leon’s stoic persona returned, pushing past them as he muttered, “Shut up.” 

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Thursday – 

“Salsa”

“Check.”

“Chips?”

“Check.”

“Anything else?”

“Sour cream,” Leon read the grocery list, “That should be it.” 

You nodded, heading towards the condiments aisle, “Right, can’t forget the sour cream.”

Finding the location, you were about to ask Leon for help as the bottle you wanted was placed on the top shelf, but Leon was quick to understand and had already reached up and placed the bottle in the cart. You smiled and attempted to pat his head, “Thank you! Ready to go?”

If Leon had a tail, it would be wagging faster than a boat propeller. Leon perked up at the praise, basking in the good words you had for him. He could never get over how well you treated him and he lived to impress you everytime. Just as he went to answer, a certain sibling duo appeared again. Was this his bad luck? 

Once you saw Claire, you immediately rushed over and enveloped her into a hug and gushed about where she’s been and what she’s been up to. Knowing you well, Leon knew it’d a while before you realized you’d been talking for a bit too long. Chris seemed to know this too as he went over to Leon and struck up some small talk. He looked in your cart, analyzing the collected ingredients, “Taco night?”

Leon let out a gruff noise with a scowl on his face to indicate that Chris guessed correctly. Leon crossed his arms, impatiently waiting for you to finish so that you both could go home and cuddle on the couch together. 

Chris scoffed, “You don’t have to hide that you love them, you know? It’s not like everyone doesn’t know you’re head over heels for them already.” 

Leon pressed his lips together, “I’m not hiding anything.” 

“You’re not?” Chris pressed, “So, yesterday, on that phone call, you did send a kiss through the phone, right?” 

Leon met Chris’s eyes with a glare, not willing to admit he’d ever do such a thing. Although it was the truth and it would’ve hurt his pride to admit, Leon hated denying it in case it made you sad, so he chose to use silence as his answer. Chris found this particularly amusing as he laughed, “It’s okay to have feelings, you know? In this field of work, it’s nice to have someone – someone human – to remind us that we have lives outside of the virus.” 

Leon’s tough demeanor slightly cracked as he watched you laugh and joke with Claire. He hated to admit, but Chris was right. You were his everything. You made all the bad memories and nightmares go away. You reminded him that he’s just a guy trying to live a normal life. And, he’d do anything to keep you in his arms forever. 

Without thinking, Leon admitted, “I love them.” 

Chris smiled in triumph, “You look good together.”

Just as the men finished their chat, you looked over at Leon to which Leon softened his expression to meet your gaze, “Hey, you won’t mind if Chris and Claire come over tonight, right? They can even stay over if they want! Come on, let’s go!”

Even if he wanted to, Leon couldn’t bring himself to argue with you. Sure, he wanted you for himself tonight, but he couldn’t ever say no to you. Thus, you collectively left the grocery store with Leon grumbling in tow as Chris snickered at his demise. 

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Friday – 

Fridays, oh Fridays. They were Leon’s favorite day of the week. It was the majority of the population's favorite day of the week actually. But, Leon’s reason wasn’t mundane like getting off work early to celebrate the weekend or other adjacent reasons. His reason was because he was to come home to you and destress the woes of the week in your arms. He didn’t care what movie or TV show was playing, he just wanted to bury himself deep into your neck and press loving kisses as if he was thanking you for your existence. Even though your focus was solely on the drama of the cinema, Leon was just happy to be included. That’s all that he needed. You were all that he needed. 

“I gotta use the bathroom,” You started to untangle yourself from Leon’s hold, “You can keep watching though.”

Leon mewled in protest. He didn’t even know what was playing anyways, so it didn’t matter to him. The hold on you shifted, so that Leon was encircling your waist and holding your body flush against his. He buried his face into your chest and his muffled, “Don’t go.”

You patted his head, brushing your fingers through his hair as you cooed at him, “I’ll be back in a bit, okay? Keep the blankets warm for me?”

Leon pouted, squeezing you one more time before reluctantly letting you go – extra emphasis on the reluctant part. Leon was basically an octopus suction cupping you on him as you struggled to get out of his hold. Once you were finally freed, you huffed before sending him off with a quick kiss and running towards the bathroom. Leon laid on the couch, lifeless. He didn’t know what to do without you. He tried to tune into the TV, but his lack of attention to plot confused him on the premise of whatever was playing. He laid back with his hand on his stomach, fiddling his fingers as he stared at the ceiling. He shifted his body left and right, suddenly feeling like the couch was made of concrete and blankets knitted with the itchiest yarn known to man. 

Annoyed, Leon decided to abandon the couch and shuffle his way towards the bathroom and paced outside as he waited for you to finish. Thankfully, you weren’t that long before you unlocked the door and stepped out. You hadn’t gotten far before Leon scooped you up in his arms and swiftly took you back to the couch and buried your bodies in the mountain of pillows and blankets. Only now did he feel comfortable, like sleeping on clouds. 

You giggled, taking his face in your hand and holding him to look at you. Leon’s eyes widened, waiting for you to say what you wanted to. You booped his nose, “Were you waiting outside for me?”

Leon pursed his lips like he was asking for a kiss. You shook your head, not willing to kiss him until he gave you an answer. Once realizing this, Leon’s lips turned into a pout, “I missed you.”

You giggled, pressing a rewarding kiss to which he passionately accepted, “You’re so cute.”

Leon snuggled back into you as your fingers entangled themselves back into his hair, “I love you.”

“I love you more.” 

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 10 - Tiger Hybrid!Soonyoung + JOI & Masturbation

@stopaskinf Said: Hybrid tiger Hoshi with JOI and masturbation (if he can be submissive in it I would eat it up) A/n: Oh hell YEAH he can be submissive!! Whiny, needy, subby boys are my forté lmaoo I hope you like it! I, uh, sort of went wild with this one... 🤭 Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Possession, Monster Features, Phone Sex Word Count: 2,643 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

A soft pout pulls at tender lips, his ears drooping as he scrolls through photos of you on his phone. The business trip you had to take on such short notice wasn’t suppose to last this long, yet your company made you stay an extra two days to get the deal you’ve been working on for the past eight months complete. Of course, Soonyoung doesn’t blame you. He’s happy that you’re so good at your job, and that your executives wouldn’t trust anyone other than you to get this done. Only, he just wishes you were home. With him.

Languidly, his tail flicks beneath the sheets, your covers draped over his body and surrounding him like a cocoon. He can still smell your scent on the pillows, but with every passing moment, it starts to become fainter and fainter.

Another whine escapes him, hugging your pillow closer to his chest.

“I miss you.”

The text is simple, and he doesn’t expect you to respond as quickly as you do. Once your notification lights up his screen, he perks up, only to remember just how far away from him you are.

“It’s alright, Baby. I’ll be home in a couple of days. I miss you so much, but I promise I’ll see you soon!”

Though your words are meant to be comforting, they just make his pout deepen. All he wants to do is bury himself in you, and feel your warmth pressing up against his own. Only, he can’t do that with you so far away from him.

His phone pinging with another notification pulls him out of his thoughts.

This time, though, you send a voice message.

“Hi, Baby,” Immediately, Soonyoung perks up at the sound of your voice, his tail swishing happily beneath the sheets. “I miss you so much! I know it hard being away from each other for so long, but I’ll be home before you know it. You’ll be a good boy and wait for me to get back, won’t you? I promise I’ll reward you with all the attention you deserve when I get back.”

Eagerly, he nods his head despite the fact that you aren’t here. His eyes shine with nothing but adoration, pleading with time to move faster, rather than this snails’ pace it seems to love so much whenever you’re away.

“Are you in bed? I know it’s late for you, Baby.” Your voice almost startles him, Soonyoung having expected the message to have ended by now. Still, he listens, hanging onto your every word. “I bet you’re clinging to my pillow right now. You seem to enjoy doing that when I’m not around.” A soft chuckle falls from your lips, and he smiles. “Does it smell like me, Baby? Should I start keeping some old hoodies of mine unwashed so you can wear them while I’m gone?”

A whine escapes him at the thought, his eyes darting over to the side chair. There, one of your old oversized hoodies is draped over the arm. You’re usually very protective of that one, seeing as it’s one of your favourites. However, you’re not here, and what you don’t know won’t hurt you.

Tossing the covers off his body briefly, Soonyoung moves across the room. His phone is left on the side of the bed as he works quickly to toss his shirt somewhere in the room. In the blink of an eye, he slips your hoodie over his body before jumping back into bed.

“You just put one on, didn’t you?” You chuckle.

His cheeks flare bright red. You know him so well.

“That’s okay, Baby. I know it’s hard for you being away from me. Curl up with my pillow and my hoodie, and picture me there with you wrapping my arms around you.” You continue, and he immediately complies. “Just imagine me tucking your head into the side of my neck like I always do, combing my fingers through your hair.” A few moments of silence. “There… isn’t that better?”

Soonyoung nods, mumbling in agreement as he hugs your pillow tighter into his chest. He swears he can feel the ghost of your touch brushing through his locks right now, and he nearly purrs from the feeling.

Again, his tail begins to flick eagerly beneath the sheets.

“You know I’d also be petting your ears softly, Baby. I know how much you enjoy that.” You coo through the speaker. “They’re always so soft, and I won’t lie. Hearing the way your chest rumbles with content purrs as I pet you makes me feel all fuzzy and warm inside.”

A happy wiggle is his only response, despite the fact that you cannot see him.

“Well… if I’m being honest with you, I actually find it extremely attractive. I mean, I find everything extremely attractive about you, Baby. Your laugh, your smile, the way your eyes crinkle in joy at the corners when you eat your favourite foods. I especially love when you curl into me, and I get to hold onto you as you scent me. Selfishly, I love covering you in me, just as I love when you cover me in you.”

Softly, a pleased rumble shakes his chest, nuzzling his face into your pillow as he pictures you being held in his arms instead.

His hips roll forward, whining softly in need.

“You’re so cute when you whine for me.”

How you could have known how he would have reacted in such a way makes his head spin, excitement thrumming through his veins.

“You’re so polite, too, Baby. The control you exert around me is astounding. I can’t imagine attempting to hold oneself back when your greatest temptation is held within your arms. It’s why I always go so feral over you.”

Another whimper escapes him, hips rolling against that pillow as your words ring true.

“I know how badly my scent affects you, especially when you turn me on.” Your voice drops the slightest bit, a sultry tone dripping from your honeyed words. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Baby… I love it when you turn me on.”

This time, there’s no suppressing the low moan that escapes him. His cock twitches, tail flicking behind him.

“Of course, you can turn me on without even trying, Baby. Simply thinking about you spread out beneath me, your tail wrapped around my thigh as I ride you has me dripping already.” You hum, and he can just picture the way your eyes flutter shut as you admit this to him. “That’s just what you do to me, Baby Boy. You can turn me on with just a glance, just a thought.”

A low whine of your name slips passed his lips.

“Are you thinking about it, too? The way my nails scratch over your chest as I ride you, your cock filling this tight little pussy like you were made for me?”

“Yes!” He tosses his head onto the pillows, turning onto his back as his cock throbs between his legs. “I can never stop thinking about you.”

The admission is but a breathless whisper on his lips despite the fact that you cannot hear him.

His hand slides beneath his sweatpants.

“Are you touching yourself right now, Baby Boy?” Your voice is full of amused disbelief as his hand freezes right over his cock. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

A whine escapes him, cock twitching as he withdraws his hand from beneath his sweatpants.

“Good Boy.”

A shudder wracks his entire body, heart beating erratically inside of his chest.

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’ll help you make yourself feel so good…” You coo. “Just listen to everything I say, and I promise to have you screaming my name in no time.”

Soonyoung nods, his fingers twitching at his sides. His tail swishes against the sheets beneath him, ears shifting as he strains to hear any and all minuscule sounds you make through the recording on his phone.

“You’re so handsome, Soonyoungie,” A bit of rustling can be heard on the other end of the line. “I can’t wait to see you in my hoodie when I get home… If you’re good, maybe I’ll even fuck you in it.”

His eyes flutter shut, a shameless moan escaping him at the thought.

“Is your pretty cock throbbing yet? Does the thought of me claiming you make you hard, Baby? Should I come home early and show you who you belong to?”

Pleas fall from his lips, his hips jerking upwards to seek any sort of relief. Even so much as the gentle press of the sheets covering the lower half of his body is becoming too much, and if he doesn’t touch himself soon, he may just lose whatever shreds that are left of his sanity.

“Take off your pants, Baby. Let me see that pretty cock of yours twitching for me.”

Soonyoung nearly shreds right through the comforter in order to remove his sweatpants. His movements are erratic, chest heaving as he tosses the offending material somewhere in the room.

He spares a glance down, noting the precome already dripping from the head of his cock. The way he can hear you humming appreciatively, as if you can actually see his cock has him throbbing.

His stomach clenches in pleasure.

“So handsome, Baby,” You breathe out. “I wish I was there to wrap my lips around you. I can hardly keep myself from drooling at the mere thought of feeling you on my tongue.”

A loud, desperate moan escapes him as he keens on the bed.

“Do you hear what you’re doing to me?” Softly, the faintest of wet sounds can be heard through the speakers. “My fingers don’t quite feel the same as your own, Kitten, but they’ll have to suffice for now.”

Soonyoung’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head as the mind numbing sounds of your fingers slipping through your folds continue to greet his ears. He swears you’re doing this to torture him, his hips lifting from the bed once more as his cock throbs against his lower stomach.

He needs you. Badly.

With your next words, it’s as if you’ve heard his pleas.

“Go ahead, Baby. Wrap your hand around the base of your cock for me. Feel how hard you are just from my voice.”

You do not need to tell him twice.

Immediately, his hand is around his cock, a moan tumbling from his lips at the touch. His eyes squeeze shut, picturing that it’s you that’s holding onto him so gently, waiting to see what you do to him next.

“Are you leaking for me, Baby? I wish I was there to taste you.” You continue, cooing gently at him all the while. “Use your thumb to spread yourself over your tip, just as I would do if I were there. You know the way I flick at your slit, before tracing over that sexy vein on the underside?”

A shudder caresses his spine, doing exactly as told. His lips part in a whine as he traces his thumb over the tip of his cock, eyes still closed as he pictures you right there beside him. He twitches almost instantly as he traces over that vein just like you do every single time you worship his cock.

His cheeks flare with heat, already embarrassingly close to the edge, and all because of you.

“Such a Good Boy for me, Soonyoungie.” You breathe, the subtle wet sounds of your fingers circling your clit driving him insane. “Good Boys deserve rewards.”

“I’m your Good Boy…” He whimpers, nodding his head rapidly over his pillow.

“Wrap that pretty hand around your cock for me, Baby. Stroke yourself, nice and slow. Feel every vein, every twitch against the palm of your hand.” You gasp lightly, and Soonyoung can just tell that you’ve bitten your bottom lip. “Fuck- you’re so hard for me Baby. Can you hear how wet I am for you?”

His grip tightens over his shaft as he hears the wet squelch of your fingers get louder through the receiver. His breathing is heavy, eyes squeezing shut once more as he attempt to control himself. Never has he been this close to bursting so quickly. With every hitch in your breath, every small break in your voice, his tail flicks and his whole body shakes from how difficult it is to continue to hold himself back.

“Are you close, Soonyoungie? I bet you are…”  A tender hum on sinful lips. “Can you hold yourself back for me, Baby? Stroke yourself faster for me, and hold yourself back.”

“Anything,” His head begins to thrash against the pillow, ears flattening against his head as he quickens his pace. “I’ll do anything for you.”

“Cup your balls for me, Baby. Use your other hand and make yourself feel good. I want to hear you scream my name.”

Shameless moans and whines of your name fall from him, his chest heaving as he follows your every instruction. His whole body twitches as he cups his balls, beginning to massage them just like he knows you enjoy doing when his cock is buried deep within your mouth.

The visual alone nearly sends him over the edge.

“You’re doing so well for me, Baby-“ A hitch in your breath as you moan. “Fuck- I’m so close… You gonna come with me, Baby? Come with me and scream my name. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

He can hear your movements over your clit speed up, and he matches your pace. Easily, his hand slides over his cock, groans and low growls escaping him as he feels that familiar coil about to snap inside of him. His thighs tense, teeth sharpening into fangs as he clenches his jaw.

The moment he hears you cry out his name, he lets himself go. His whole body spasms, back arching from the bed as hot ropes of come shoot out onto his stomach. His chest heaves, eyes squeezed shut as nothing but your name falls from his lips.

Faintly, he registers your own heavy breathing, the soft giggle that echoes through the speakers setting his heart racing. His cock twitches, a few final spurts of come dripping onto his stomach.

Looks like your sweater managed to bunch around his waist from all of his movements, only a few drops of come dampening the material.

“Such a Good Boy for me, Soonyoungie.” Your breathless voice comes through the line. “You did so well for me.”

He coos, mumbling incoherently as he attempts to ground himself for the moment. The intensity of his orgasm still has his head spinning, nothing but thoughts of you floating through his mind.

“Soon, I’ll be home to do all of this, and more, to you in person.” You promise. “I love you, Soonyoung, and every moment I spend away from you, my heart aches. I miss you so much, but I promise I’ll be home soon. For now, I hope you enjoyed this little gift, I’ve been planning it for a while now.”

Another soft giggle caresses his ears, and he quirks a smile as he hears you send him a kiss through the phone.

“Get some rest, Baby Boy. I’ll see you soon.”

Finally, Soonyoung’s breathing begins to even out, and he reaches for his phone. His lips tug downwards slightly at seeing that the voice message has ended, for he wishes that it could have gone on forever. Only, before he can dwell too much on such a sad thought, a giddy smile is settling over his lips.

Bringing the collar of your hoodie up to his nose, he inhales deeply. A pleased hum escapes him, chest rumbling in content.

Unlocking his phone, he presses play once more on your voice message.

[webslingingslasher]

i wanna bite peter. no. i NEED to bite Peter.

his skin looks so yummy i crave it😁😁

it's been a long three days and you've missed your frat boy past the point of insanity.

mentally, you were scratching your arms and had a twitchy eye. physically, you were power walking to frat row. the second, and you mean the second, peter texted you and told you he was back from his weekend trip, you dropped everything to see him.

he wasn't even done unpacking when he heard your soft stomps up the stairs, he knows it's you just by the sound. peter had missed you more than he would admit, he couldn't wait to give you a bruising kiss to prove it.

'petey!' it's loud and he doesn't care one bit. his girls in front of him.

'trouble!' opening his arms wide, he's ready for the hug of his lifetime. you're nearly bouncing over to him before pulling his arm down. peter's eyebrows furrow, he thinks you're going for an awkward wrap around, until you tug his shirt sleeve up and sink your teeth into the meat of his bicep.

'ah! you vermin, get away!' he's doing the world's weakest job at pulling away, you smile into his skin before shaking your head like a dog with a bone.

peter had expected you to jump on him and kiss over his face. you had done nothing but tell him how much you missed him and his 'strong arms' and the second you can be in them again, you treat him like a chew toy.

you missed his arms alright, missed eating them, that is.

'hey, c'mon, i missed you too! i want a hug and a kiss, then you can nibble as much as you want.'

you dot kisses over the skin you had under your teeth, 'i missed you so much.' peter's whiny this time, 'then give me a hug!' he wants his arms around you so bad.

you wrap your arms around him and tuck your head under his chin, you can tell how much he really missed you when he fully relaxes into your hold.

'slept like shit without you.' kisses on your forehead has you happily sigh into his chest. 'liar, you hate sharing a bed with me. you always threaten to kick me out.'

peter didn't realize how much he missed you waking him up in the middle of the night for some bogus reason. it made him feel loved, it didn't matter what time it was, you wanted him to be the first person you told anything to, even if it was just a weird dream.

he won't admit that though, instead he says, 'you're right, it was nice not being woken up to cold feet and philosophical questions.'

'knew it,' that means you know he missed you more than he'd ever tell you. 'can i please have a kiss now?' if you'd ever say no to that question, especially when he asks it as soft and hesitant as he just did.

but that doesn't mean you can't give him shit, you let out a pretend groan, 'fine, i guess so.' revealing your face, you blink at the overhead light in his room.

instead of grabbing you passionately, he cups your cheeks and smushes your lips together in a pout. peter takes his time looking you over, he's silent and it makes you feel shy.

While you look down for a second, peter whispers out to you.

'my baby.'

his lips are on yours, a sense of home and peace envelops you. clenching at the waist of his shirt, you lean up to fully melt into him. peter's thinking the same way, wrapping an arm around your lower back to pull you flush into him.

peter pulls away for just a second before he's back on you, placing three quick pecks before breaking out in a smile.

'i have no fucking idea how i'm going to survive the summer,' you bite down on your lip, summer is months away, he's not able to imagine a future without you and it makes you ultra giddy.

'easy, i come stay with you for a few weeks. i think may and i would get along.' you expected him to roll his eyes, instead he nods his head. 'i think she'd love that, she's always hinting she needs another woman around her.'

you kiss your teeth at him, 'three days without me and you're planning the future. i love to see it.'

'it made me realize how much i like having you around me, even if you're biting me.'

you gasp, eyes widening at the forgotten idea. 'oo, thanks, petey!' you swing your head to clamp your teeth into his arm, a hiss follows.

'you're a fucking rat and so uninvited from my aunt's house!' 

[writingforstraykids]

I have loved your smuts I think they r absolutely amazing and so damn 🤤

Can I request a oneshot / drabble Dom! Felix x Sub!Chan with Chan having a daddy kink and is super cute and whiny and Felix just being a soft Dom towards him?🥺🤤

Maybe Chan has a stressful week and Felix took it in to his own hands to make him let go and feel better 🫣

It's okay if not! Have a great day ! <3

I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for the request🤭🖤

So cute

Pairing: Chanlix

Word Count: 553

Warnings/Tags: smut, fluff, soft!dom!lix, whiny!sub!chan, daddy kink

Chan's head drops back against the pillow with a relieved moan, jaw growing slack and eyes fluttering. Felix gently helps him rest his legs on his shoulders and hovers above him, practically folding him in half as he thrusts in deep. Chan's hands twist the sheets tightly, soft sounds falling from his lips. 

Getting home today and hiding in his boyfriend's lap the minute he did let Felix know how exhausted Chan was. He had a rough week between being in the studio with Han and Changbin writing and recording and dance rehearsals. He desperately needed some love and comfort from the person he loved most. As they cuddled together to relax, Felix absentmindedly stroked his thighs, as he normally would. But Chan started squirming the higher his hands traveled. A soft , needy whine escaped Chan's throat and that was all it took for Felix to get them in bed. 

After what felt like hours of eating him out and stretching him out with his fingers, Felix had finally been ready to take the next step. Chan's brain stopped working from there on, it wasn’t unusual in this situation. Felix always takes his time, giving his lover slow and deep strokes as he watches Chan's face contort in pleasure beneath him. “Does it feel good, Channie baby?” he checks in, voice gentle as he keeps his movements steady. 

Chan whines in response and nods weakly. “So good, daddy.”

Felix smirks to himself and leans down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. “Yeah? Daddy's making you feel good?” he asks. Chan kisses back needily, his moans being swallowed with each swap of their tongues. “Such a needy little boy.”

“Only for you,” he moans sweetly, eyes fluttering close. Felix brushes back a loose curl sticking to his forehead. 

“My sweet boy,” he smiles softly and kisses down his neck, tiny licks and soft bites accompanying his journey down. 

Chan whines beautifully, arching up against him. “Daddy,” he moans, tensing up as Felix hits his prostate. “Please,” he whimpers. 

“Please what?” Felix asks gently and stops moving for a moment, making Chan cry out in protest. 

“Please don't stop, daddy,” he begs and his eyes grow wide and teary. “Need you so bad, only you, please,” he rambles barely above a whisper. But he stays still, knowing Felix will take care of him in due time. He isn't allowed to simply take what he wants. Being honest, he doesn't want to anyway. He needs Felix to take care of him, to make the decisions for him and just let go of everything else. 

“Shh, I got you baby,” Felix assures him kindly and angles his hips, dragging his dick across his prostate. Chan's jaw drops with a beautiful wail, body shaking at the intensity of the feeling and toes curling. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he promises, a grin slowly rising over his lips. Chan whines in response, the pleasure becoming more and more intense. “God, you're so pretty like this,” Felix groans, running a hand down his chest and stomach. Seeing Chan blush heavily and squirm just slightly from his words made his own heart skip a beat. His sweet baby boy is even more shy and excited about praise in this setting than he normally is. “So cute,” he giggles.

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[bettysupremacy]

I’m begging for anything with Steve and reader having a really early morning or late night swimming session in his pool. Just a cute couple taking advantage of Steve’s huge pool during hot summer. Just like lazy fluff pleaseee. Steve is so summer bf

Steve is my summer bf, and I firmly believe that! Thank you for your request!! ��

Steve has beaten you in tag three times now. It’s admittedly not something he’s proud of, but it’s also not something he’s going to deny for a fourth round.

“Give me a chance!”

You crack up at the sounds of his boyish giggles getting louder as he advances. Just as breathless as you, he overcomes, prize set determinedly in mind. His hands on you.

His large wet hands grab you triumphantly as he advances, maneuvering you into his arms. “-And he destroys! Again! Is it his brains, his braun, or his beauty?”

He dunks you in the cold water, wiping your wet face sympathetically when he pulls you up.

“This is totally rigged!” He swirls you in his arms. Like a trophy. “How am I supposed to win tag against the captain of the swim team?”

He huffs a laugh, warm air smoothing over your cold face.

“You’re supposed to want me to catch you.” He grins, dropping you like he’ll let you dunk again. You shriek, grabbing his arms.

“Do you know how tag works?”

He laughs, shining brightly at you to make up for the lack of light. “You let me win so I can hold you, baby.”

“That’s not tag.”

His smile doesn’t falter. He nods to the deep end, letting your legs drop back to the rough pool floor. “Let’s go again.”

“I’m tired.” Your wet fingers tangle in his equally as wet hair. He leans into the touch. “Let’s go in.”

Those three words are a blow to Steve’s chest. He never gets you out here alone. It’s always stuffed with whiny teens. He doesn’t mind it, usually, but he’d like moment with his girlfriend where Marco Polo isn’t involved.

“Can’t we stay out longer?” He pouts, “we always have to share the pool.”

“It’s midnight.” You drop your hands into the water, bringing them back up to his neck and smiling as he shivers. “And we’re cold.”

He drops his head into your shoulder.

It’d taken no convincing to get you to come out here when you’d seen his red pool shorts, but keeping you in was another issue. The waters were frigid, and he’d had to push you to get in. Another thing he’s, admittedly, not proud of.

“We can get in tomorrow morning,” Your reasoning whispers in his ear. “We can wake up early.”

“You are not waking up early.” He murmurs in your neck.

You smile. “Probably not.”

He groans, and then it’s quiet. You can hear the cicadas in the woods surrounding his home. It’s a cacophony of insects. The water ripples around you, reflecting the moon.

Slowly, more slowly than you’d like, his lips find home planted on the juncture of your neck, twitching into a smile as you breathe through your nose.

The water sloshes as his hands push you into the pool wall. It’s cold on your skin, tickling your chilly arms.

“Y’so pretty.” He mouths greedily under your jaw.

It’s wet, your hair sticks to the back of your neck, but his hands roam lower and lower, pressing and grabbing needily. You can’t bring yourself to care.

He comes up for air. “Let’s go in.”

“I kinda like it here.” You look down at him.

His swollen lips tease you. Pretty and pink, you want them back on your neck. He knows this, smiling to taunt.

“I like it when I can see you.” His hand slides over your slick belly. You wrap your legs around him.

“You said I was pretty.”

He huffs a laugh. “I don’t need to see you to know that.” His finger pinches the fat of your thigh. “Prettiest girl in the whole world.”

Your stomach flips, a funny smile coming to your warm face. “Carry me.”

His lips are soft as they work their way back to your neck. They leave a trail of spit over your wet skin, you sigh as a breeze flutters past you. Languid with his kisses, he moves back up to your mouth, hovering, hot air warming your kiss bitten lips.

“Gonna need you to wrap your arms around me, honey.”

His hands squeeze your thighs.