#Once again courtesy of my adorable boyfriend.

[atrophiedempathy]

Even more marks.

[blurboki]

SMUT — brat-taming, edging, overstimulation, begging, crying, teasing, fem. riding, creampie

“Quit actin’ so fuckin’ fussy—“ Chan whispers through swollen lips, courtesy of your kissing.

All day today you’ve been testing him, seeing how far you can before he snaps.

He snapped.

So now, with your eyes rolled back and your hands desperately grasping onto the sheets below you, you take his torturously slow pace and the many ruined orgasms along with it—but that doesn’t mean you’re behaving.

“Make me,” You hiss back, but the words get swallowed into a high-pitched whine once his thumb comes into contact with your clit, aching and puffy from his tongue just minutes earlier.

Chan, of course, delivers an ungodly thrust, and the sound practically echoes around the room where your bodies are connected. He soaks up your broken moan, big hand holding the flesh of your ass.

He leans down, breath lingering right above your ear. Each roll of his hips provides just enough friction, and you’re frantically trying to move against him to no avail.

“Do I have to fuck you stupid just to get my point across?” The man mutters, evidently frustrated.

This wasn’t only torture for you, but him as well. Stuffing your drooling cunt and not moving might drive him out of his mind at this rate, especially when you squeeze—he feels his resolve teetering dangerously.

You blink through teary eyelids, admiring the sheen of swear coating his forehead and the downright lustful stare fixated on you.

“Maybe.”

And with that response he makes sure to hone up to his promise, taking you to heaven over and over up till the gates, then dragging you back down and starting all over again.

Basically crying, you beg him to just let you cum, although, he adores it too much, your sweet babydoll eyes, needy sounds. Intoxicating.

By the seventh time he’s edged you, you can’t even think straight, only word slipping past your lips “please please please”. So, being the considerate boyfriend he is, he holds your face in a hand, forcing you to face him with each heavy thrust.

You’re losing your mind.

“You wanna cum? Wanna cum so bad, honey?” He teases, tone laced with utter amusement. You dumbly nod.

Effortlessly flipping you over where you straddle his waist, he sets a steady rhythm of your hips as you ride him, only sound being your increasingly loud huffs and the sinful sound of your pussy swallowing him in to the hilt with every bounce.

“Then work for it,” He groans, forcing you down all the way enough to have your toes curling. Nonetheless you do, working so hard on his cock your thighs burn furiously.

His head falls back, cursing quietly before he blows and you follow suit, nails scratching his chest whilst chanting his name like a mantra.

Acting bratty may not be such a bad idea bad after all.

blurboki, july 2023 ©

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

I had brain riot with this idea, courtesy of @z3r0aqxa and their TR matchups. I just found this dynamic too adorable for not writing about this!

Edit: Fanart of this here! 💜

Ran Haitani with a s/o that have way too much energy and usually sleeps 5/6 hours top.

(english is not my first language, be nice please!)

Ran doesn't understand how he ended up with you. Not that he's complaining exactly, he loves you. But he also loves sleeping.

This man needs his (at least) 12 hours of sleeping beauty.

The first time that you wake up with him, you were happy to just cuddle on his arms. The first two hours. But it was so boring after a while and your boyfriend was almost in a coma.

So, obviously, you ended up going to the kitchen for some coffee. You need your caffeine!

Where you found Rindou who, as soon as you said you were thinking in waking up Ran after coffee.... Panicks xD

Rindou warned you that you should never wake up his brother. NEVER.

You just made fun of him, obviously. But decided to listen to him anyway. Is not that you were actually scared of Ran, you just felt bad waking him up.

When Ran finally wakes up (hours later), he thought that you just left. Not that he would admit it, but that... Breakes him a little.

Until he finds you outside his bedroom, just spending time doing your own stuff and waiting for him to wake up.

This man doesn't understand how someone is able to have done so many things so early in the morning! (It's actually noon and we all know it)

But you've being waiting for him, you wanna go outside, you wanna walk around the city with him. So, even if he's still sleepy... He can't say no to your puppy eyes.

Now, you're just dragging him around through all Tokyo. Ran have a lazzy smile all the time that you do that. Maybe doing things so early (again, it wasn't early at all) is not such a bad idea if it's with you.

No need to say that after this, Ran gave you a key of his apartment, for you to be able to go in and out while his sleeping. He knows that you can't handle being stuck in bed for so many hours and he trusts you.

Rindou thinks you're a miracle maker when you even manage to wake up Ran without having to face his wrath.

Tenjiku thinks it's hilarious seeing you almost jumping with all your energy, dragging Ran to the meetings.

Even Izana starts calling you when he needs Ran to be punctual somewhere. Everyone knows that if it's with you, Ran will go anywhere. With a sleepy face and a lazzy smile.

Also, be ready for Ran napping in your lap. You don't need to sleep? Perfect, you can just pamper him while he sleeps. He even let you play with his hair!

And of course... Ran is a horny bastard. So, more than once, when you are trying to wake him up and do something together...

Ran huggs you tightly and whispers in your ear "Baby, I can help you to use all this energy without going out of bed."

Obviously, you can't say no to that xD

(I hope someone likes it, it's my first time writing about Ran! 🙈)

And of course, I had to mention Izana, hehehehe

[e-dubbc11]

i just realized that i had my asks for the summer sleepover ready but i didnt send them...ya know, like an idiot 🫠

I’ll deal with him.

He won't hurt you again, I promise.

but not with reader...with sweetest pain's very own teenage!anna 😭😭😭 i just really need protective dad!billy 🥹

Hello my darling friend! ♥️

This was such a fun ask so thank you for sending it in and for participating in my summer sleepover. I know how much you love this series and this little family so I really hope you like what I did here.

Always Her Hero

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader and Teenager! Anna Raven

Warnings: Swear words, fluff, protective Dad! Billy

Word Count: 2.5K-ish

Summary: At 16, Anna Raven gets her first boyfriend. Her parents have a bit of a hard time watching her grow up.

A/N: I hope it’s ok I told this from Billy’s POV. Part of The Sweetest Pain Series, read the rest of the collection HERE

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Don’t you give me that look, Billy Russo. I saw you squeeze that kid’s hand tighter than you should have when you shook it. He’s 16, baby.” She said after watching your daughter leave on her first date.

Her arms were folded protectively across her chest and she glared at you playfully with narrowed eyes and a tight jaw, trying to look intimidating but she just managed to look adorable and beautiful as always.

Even after all these years and two kids later, she’s still such a little firecracker, and still just as stunning as the first day you saw her. She wandered into your tattoo shop wanting to get a sleeve done and the rest is history.

Well, it didn’t happen that quickly. It took a long time to express how you really felt about her but luckily for you, she felt the same way.

You made her your wife and she gave you everything you had ever wanted including two great kids. Your oldest, Anna Raven, was the perfect combination of you and y/n from her looks down to her ambition and strength.

And your son, Dylan, well, let’s just say he’s more like you in ways you hoped he would have been more like his mother.

“Where were they going again?” You asked.

Y/n moved a stray hair away from your face that had tumbled into your eyes and then brushed your beard with her thumbs. She gave you a warm smile and pressed her lips gently to yours. She always knew how to ease your tension.

“They were going to drive go-karts, my love. He said he would have her home by 10:30, sharp.” She said and then paused. “Billy, I know this isn’t easy for you. Hell, it’s not easy for me either; she’s our baby…our Little Raven. But we can’t stop her from growing up.”

Anna may have your eye color but the shape of her eyes were her mother’s and they were kind just like hers.

But you were a teenage boy once, you knew how they operated, and didn’t even have a real relationship until you fell in love with y/n. You just wanted to protect your little girl.

Until now, you have always been around to protect Anna from any harm. When she was learning to walk, you tried to prevent her from hitting her head, tripping on anything, or falling. But she wasn’t a toddler anymore and you couldn’t follow her around forever.

“I know, sweet girl. I’m just…still getting used to it.” You said, sheepishly.

She took your hand in hers, smiled again and said, “Come on, soldier. I think I have a piece of chocolate in the kitchen with your name on it. We can mourn our little girl growing up together.”

That night you sat on the couch with your wife looking at pictures of Little Raven from when she was a baby and all the way up until now.

“Remember this day, baby?” You asked.

You were holding up a picture of Little Raven doing her first tattoo. She tattooed her name on your leg and y/n lost her mind when she came into the studio to pick Anna up and found her with a tattoo pen in her hand.

“I still can’t believe you let her do that, Billy. Good thing you didn’t get caught!” Said y/n. “She looked at me with the biggest smile on her face too. ‘I’m tattooing, Daddy! Look Mommy!’” She said with a smile.

You brushed it off like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Ah, we weren’t open yet for the day anyway.” You told her.

“Both of you…little sneaks.” She said.

All of a sudden, you heard a car door close out front in the driveway. Closing the photo album, you absentmindedly tossed it onto your wife’s lap and crept over to the front door.

“Billy Russo, don’t you dare spy on our daughter’s first date!” She whisper yelled at you. “She’s gonna catch you and when she does, you’re gonna feel the wrath of your own temper from our child.”

She wasn’t wrong. Anna did have your temper.

The entryway into your house was dark but the outside light was on so you could see both of them awkwardly standing on the steps, trying to figure out what to say next, and that’s when he leaned in and kissed her.

As hard as you tried to keep from clenching your fists and your teeth, you couldn’t do it. You even thought you had a cause to get mad because she got home later than her curfew but that wasn’t the case either.

It was 10:25.

The kid even brought her back home early…shit.

You had drifted away for a minute and snapped back to now when you heard a key in the door. It’s a good thing you had long legs because it only took you a few strides to make it back to the living room before Anna walked in.

“Mom? Dad?” Anna called out.

“We’re in the living room, baby.” Said y/n. “Sooooo, how was your date?”

Little Raven rolled her eyes at her mother. “It was fine, Mom. Jake’s a nice guy.”

“You had a good time then, Miss?” You asked.

Anna dropped her shoulders and rolled her eyes again.

“Yes, Dad. I had a good time.” Said Anna, looking at the photo album cover. “What are you guys doing with the photo album?”

You exchanged a look with your wife, knowing Anna hated when the two of you would make jokes, you decided to mess with her a little bit.

“Oh Mom and I were trying to decide which picture to show Jake the next time he comes over. Which one do you like better? This one of you in the bath? Or this one of you crying after we washed your ‘tattoo sleeve’ off?” You said, holding up the two photos side by side.

“Don’t you dare, Dad!” Yelled Anna.

You laughed with y/n while Little Raven scoffed and walked upstairs to go to bed.

“G’night Mom, g’night Dad…Love you.” She said on her way up to her room.

With your wife still sitting on the couch, you leaned over and touched your forehead to hers. She raked her nails against your scalp, smiled against your lips, and whispered, “I love you.”

You smiled back and replied, “I love you too, beautiful.”

**********

8 Weeks Later

“Yeah? And how long have you been seeing this JAKE, Little Raven?” Asked Frankie.

He was Anna’s godfather and at times he could be even more overprotective than you or y/n. Even he was having a hard time accepting that she was getting older, she didn’t mind that he still called her “Little Raven.”

“It’s just been a couple of months, Uncle Frankie. Do you have to give me the third degree? Mom and Dad do that enough.” She grumbled.

You hated to admit it but Anna reminded you a lot of yourself when she made certain grouchy facial expressions. You’ll have to remember that for the next time you’re being a grouch to y/n.

“Are you seeing him tonight?” He asked.

Anna shook her head. “Not tonight. I’m goin’ to dinner and the movies with Sofie and Hannah.”

“Alright, well have fun, kid. I wouldn’t say no to you bringing me your leftover popcorn.” Said Frankie.

Anna smiled and replied, “You know there’s never any leftover popcorn. I’m a closer, Uncle Frankie.”

Everyone laughed, she waved goodbye and you felt a little relieved that she was going out with her friends tonight, instead of her boyfriend. It worried you a lot less.

**********

Around 8:30, while you and y/n were enjoying after dinner drinks in the living room with Frankie and Maria, you heard keys in the door.

You knew Dylan was upstairs playing video games and Anna was supposed to be at the movies with her friends, so it surprised you to see Anna storm through the front door, walk right past her mother, and head directly upstairs to her room without saying a word.

“Anna?” She called out.

Everyone heard her door slam and it got really quiet, really quickly.

Y/n called to you, “Billy…” And she motioned for you to follow her up the stairs.

“Be right back, you guys.” You said to Frank and Maria.

Standing outside Anna’s door, you remembered when you had moved into the house. It wasn’t long after Dylan was born.

One of the first things you did before moving in was paint Anna’s name on her bedroom door. She was so excited to see it and she loved it so much. Even though she was a teenager now, she never wanted to paint over it which made you smile.

“Stay here for a minute.” Y/n said to you as she gently knocked on the door. “Anna? Baby? You ok?”

After she walked into Anna’s room, she left the door open a crack so you could see and hear what was going on. Through the crack in the door, you could see that Anna was face down on her bed and hear her sobbing into her pillows.

You didn’t even know who or what made Anna cry like that but you became breathless with anger and your muscles suddenly stiffened while you tried to find the restraint not to rage punch the wall.

“What happened, honey?” Her mother asked.

Anna fought to regain control of her tears but it was still hard to get the words out.

“He was there, Mom…at the movies! And he was kissing another girl!” Sobbed Anna. “And when I confronted him, he said the dumbest thing possible. ‘Oh I didn’t know you were gonna be here.’ OBVIOUSLY!! So I kicked him in the nuts and told my friends I wanted to go home.”

You were furious and proud at the same time. She’s a firecracker too just like her mother. Anna let her mom comfort and soothe her by stroking her beautiful dark hair that was just like yours, telling her it’s ok, and what an asshole he is.

Even she was proud of her for kicking him in the beans because she told Anna that it’s something she would have done.

As Anna was being comforted by her mother, the doorbell rang. Frank answered and called upstairs to say that Jake was there.

You walked into your daughter’s room but instead of seeing Anna’s sweet teenage face, all you could see was a teary eyed three-year-old Anna Raven when she had skinned her knee or fell face first into a snow pile…it was at a time when all she needed to feel better was a kiss on the tip of her nose but it wasn’t that simple this time.

“Dad?” She asked.

You kissed her on the tip of her nose and replied, “I’ll deal with him. He won’t hurt you again, I promise.”

You turned to head downstairs before y/n stopped you in the hallway.

“BILLY! What are you gonna do, baby? You know you can’t kill him because believe me, I want you to.” She said.

You captured her lips in a passionate kiss; she was taken completely by surprise but quickly melted into your arms and you felt the tension in her body ease just a little bit.

“I know I can’t kill him but it doesn’t mean I can’t scare the crap outta him, right sweet girl?” You said with a smile and a wink.

She bit back a smile, shook her head, and walked back into Anna’s room while you headed downstairs. You received a video text from Anna before you reached the bottom of the stairs that made you laugh. You’ll definitely be showing that to others.

Jake, looking frantic, was waiting at the bottom, pacing back and forth in front of the door.

“Mr. Russo, do you think I could just talk to Anna for like a minute, please?” He asked.

“Walk with me outside for a minute…Jake.” You said softly but in a bitter tone.

The two of you started to walk away from the house and into the front yard.

“Did Anna ever tell you what I used to do in the marines?” You asked through gritted teeth.

Anxiously, Jake shook his head back and forth. “N-no s-sir, she didn’t.”

A wide Cheshire Cat smile stretched across your lips as you replied, “She didn’t huh?” You paused and started to rub your hands together. “Well, it may have a more profound effect coming from me anyway. Ya see, I was what they called a Scout Sniper, my file said I had 134 confirmed kills. So unless you wanna make it 135, I suggest you leave my daughter alone and never contact her again or else she will send this video to the entire school.”

You put your arm around Jake, pulled out your phone and pushed play on the video Anna had sent you. One of Anna’s friends had recorded her kicking Jake in the nuts and then zoomed in on his tear stained cheeks as he cried out in pain in the middle of a crowded movie theater lobby.

In barely more than a whisper, you heard Jake mumble “Oh fuck…”

Still with a devilish smile on your face, you said firmly, “Now get off my property and I never wanna see you near my daughter ever again, not that she’d ever let you anyway.”

You watched Jake run to his car and not look back as he drove away as fast as he possibly could. It was pure joy that you felt in the pit of your stomach knowing you scared the shit out of some poor 16-year-old kid that broke your daughter’s heart.

As you stepped inside the house, you could hear everyone talking and laughing. Anna had emerged from her room and was showing Frankie the video. It was almost as if nothing ever happened and Anna was smiling again which is the only thing you wanted.

Your wife crept up behind you and you always said the same thing to her, every time she did.

“You know you can’t sneak up on me, sweet girl.”

She replied, “I know, baby. I just like lookin’ at you from behind.”

You heard Anna groan. “Ewwwww, Mommmmmm-uh!”

That made you laugh.

Anna crashed into you and wrapped her arms around your torso. She said, “Thank you, Dad. You’re my hero. Love you.”

Hugging her back, you replied, “You’re welcome, baby girl. Love you too.”

Anna Raven was definitely your little girl. She was resilient, she’s always been that way, and you knew she always would be. She would try over and over again to get the outcome that she wanted.

You recognized the perfectionism trait you had passed down to her but also noticed the compassion and big heart she had that came from her mother.

Anna learned self-reliance; she had started to need you for less and less and you missed the days when she came to you for every little thing because she couldn’t do it herself. She had to learn to save herself if you weren’t around but you would be there if she ever fell.

And no matter how old she gets, she will still need you some of the time, she will always be your little girl, and you will always be her hero.

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[mrs-monaghan]

What makes you think jikook are boyfriends and not friends with benefits ??

Oh wow. Why such an easy question anon? Honestly, easiest question I've ever go10. Let's fucking do this

Exhibit a)

Would a fck buddy almost break their neck just to check out their fck buddy's abs and hot bod????

Oh. You know what? NVM this one. You're right. This is definitely something a FWB would do. Its just sex so of course they will admire the abs they're licking on the reg every chance they get. So scratch that one. Sorry

Exhibit a) again.

Would fck buddies stand this close to each other during multiple times on official content?? I mean, if JK was any closer he'd be inside Mimi 👀 Like, JK, please, back up a little bit.

Ahh shit. I just realised. You're right. A fck buddy would totally do something like this. I mean if you spend a good chunk of time with your naked dick inside against the Jibooty you wouldn't think twice about being that close. So again, anon I apologise. I'll find something else.

Exhibit a) for the 3rd time. My bad 🙌🏽

Would FWBs behave like this??

I mean, JK can't get his hands off the Jibooty and look at him bite his damn lip. Are you kidding me???? He is enjoying that way too damn much!

Aish. You're right. You're totally right. A fck buddy would absolutely be obsessed with his FWB's ass. This doesn't prove they're boyfriends either. Damn anon, maybe I shouldn't have gloated about how easy this question was.

Exhibit a) again. Sorry.

If they were not in a rlship, would JK be obsessed with Jimin's lips?

God dammit. Of course he would. If its all about xes and he enjoys kissing them lips, of course he will stare. 🤦🏽‍♀️

Okay, I got it. Let's start again. Exhibit a)

Does this count? JK looking at Jimin like he wants to eat him?

I mean, tbf Jimin did admit he likes to be eaten by JK....

Or like my good friend @lovelysmyleyes put it, he likes being on the MENU 🤭🤭🤭

It doesn't count? Right. I see it. Too sexual. Dangit. Why is all my evidence so sexually charged? I swear I thought this would be a walk in the park.

Okay...okay,. I got it. I got it! Be quiet and just give me a sec. I got this. Jimin and JK are boyfriends. They are more than just sex buddies and I can prove it. Alright?

Exhibit a) for the 6th and last time.

If Jikook were just fck buddies, we shouldn't be able to tell the difference in how they look at eo Vs how they look at other people. Take for example here. Look at Yoonmin. There is a clear difference on how Jimin is looking at JK Vs how Suga is looking at JK

Then we have here JK looking at V Vs how he looks at Jimin

Jimin looking at JK

This is love, anon. This kind of soft staring shows that its not just xes. Feelings seeped in there and they never left... there are feelings involved. Thus the adoring looks.

Then we have the following:

JK calling Jimin and only Jimin pet names.

Them spending all their birthdays with eo. Fck buddies wouldn't bother with something like this

Their families KNOW about them and seem to love the other which proves Jikook are most probably in a very serious relationship

Their exclusivity. This is how JK has never taken another member on an all paid trip and continued to make a romantic Vlog about them. This is how Jimin has never travelled miles for another member just to make it for their birthday. This is how JK has never sucked another member's ear

This is how Jimin only ever tries to kiss JK.

All attempted kisses here.

The special treatment they both seem to give eo. Like JK mostly reacting to Jimin stuff or buying him gifts no problem. And how Jimin lets JK get away with everything but refuses to extend the other members the same courtesy.

It's satellite Jeon/Jikook anon. Fck buddies are not usually this attached to eo. If you're just there for sevening, you have sex and once that's done you're on your way. You don't follow your FWB. You don't try to be next to them all the time. You don't cheat to be on the same team as them. You don't make sure to be next to them no matter what. That's boyfriend behavior anon.

It's the way they always find excuses to hold hands. That is NOT fck buddy behaviour. Not even a little bit.

This list is endless anon. Jimin and Jungkook are more than just sex partners. They are boyfriends and they are in love. There is no two ways about it. It is what it is.

I did it! I answered your question!

Fuck yeah, we got there in the end! I thought we'd never get there. But yeah, as you can see, these are 2 men in love. Phew!

Edit! Found a thread.

Thanks for ask! 😁😁😁

[rip-us-xoxo]

Infatuated- Draco Malfoy x Reader (REPOST)

Posted DECEMBER 26, 2020

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Request-Hi!! May I request a Draco and Hufflepuff reader with prompts 3, 7, 9 from the Christmas list? Maybe they’re in the great hall and she’s all dressed up for Christmas and Draco is just infatuated with her❤️❤️

A/n- I looove Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader imagines! Thanks for requesting, hope you like it! By the way, this is very stereotypical, but that’s because I fit the Hufflepuff stereotype to a tee so I am just using my own personal experience.

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Warnings- None :)

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Christmas, your favorite holiday. For more than one reason, there were cookies, present giving, and cute sweaters you can wear. But the best thing was that you got to do all of that with your boyfriend. 

It was Christmas break and your parents went on a trip to go visit your grandparents. You stayed behind because, one, you really didn’t like traveling, and two, Draco was staying behind at Hogwarts for Christmas too so you wanted to stay with him. 

You were one of the only Hufflepuff’s to stay behind for Christmas, most of them went back home to spend it with their family. But your lack of friends wasn’t going to ruin your Christmas spirit! 

You spent about two hours getting dressed for Christmas, your outfit consisted of festive leggings, an ugly Christmas sweater that lit up, festive socks, and finally, reindeer ears. 

You were visibly shaking with excitement while you were walking to the Great Hall, freshly baked cookies, courtesy of you, in your hands. You also had your bag slung around your shoulder, trying to take out a Christmas present you had for Draco out of it. 

Once you entered the Great Hall, you were struggling with everything in your hands. Draco, who was slumped over at the Slytherin table awaiting your arrival, noticed your struggles and hurried over to help you because the last time you dropped your plate of cookies you didn’t stop crying for hours which broke Draco’s heart. 

“Darling,” Draco panicked and held his arms out, waiting for something, or someone, to fall. You looked up suddenly, arms all tangled up, and smiled. 

“Merry Christmas, I brought cookies!” you beamed and held out the plate to him, the creases on your face from your smile making Draco swoon. “They smell delicious,” Draco cooed and took them from you before placing a kiss on your forehead. 

A few boys snickered at you both as they walked into the Great Hall. Draco sent a glare their way before looking back at you and smiling, you looked so cute to him at the moment. Your outfit, the fact that you baked cookies, and the gleeful look you had on; he was just besotted with you. 

“You are too adorable with those reindeer ears,” Draco commented and played with one of the bells hanging off of the antler that made it much more festive. A blush painted your cheeks as you looked down toward the floor and started rocking back and forth on your heels, “Thank you.”. 

You looked back up at him and looked over to the Hufflepuff table. “Well, I better go sit down,” you told him and started walking. Draco grabbed you by your bicep and pulled you back, “Nonsense. You’re sitting with me,” he scoffed and grabbed your hand, pulling you over to the Slytherin table. 

Once you two sat down, Draco immediately pulled you into his side and grabbed you a plate, putting food on it. He placed all of your favorites on the plate and handed it to you, “Here you are love.”. “Thank you!” you exclaimed and immediately dug in. Draco grinned down at you which made a few Slytherins snigger.

“Oh shut up, Zabini,” Draco growled and Blaise just shrugged his shoulders before chuckling again and talking with the others. He looked back over at you and placed his head in his hand, resting his elbow on the table just admiring you. 

He found everything about you adorable no matter what. It was like you two were made for each other. Draco protected you with everything he had and you helped him to be a better version of himself. You looked over at Draco to see him staring at you causing more blush to spread across your cheeks. 

“I’m just that adorable, aren’t I?” you joked, but Draco was dead serious. “Yes, yes you are,” he said and scrunched his nose shaking his head all cutesy, making you giggle. His heart thumped at the noise and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder before leaning down to whisper in your ear. 

“You know what? I don’t want this feast because you look much more delicious right now,” he whispered, making your whole body go scarlet. “Draco, stop,” you giggled and hid your face in his chest. 

“Only telling the truth, darling,” he said, you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Oh my Godric,” you laughed and hit his chest before pulling away and going back to eating. 

“What? I am just infatuated with you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. So get used to it darling, or else you’ll be in for a wild ride for the rest of your life,” he told you before eating as well. You only giggled but your heart was going a million miles a minute. 

Did he just proclaim that you two were going to be together forever?

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xoxo

[reasonandfaithinharmony]

2023 writing gif-making round up

Rules (adapted for fic, gifs, art, etc.): Share what you made this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you made or just the projects you're most excited about. Thank you for the tag, @thisbuildinghasfeelings!

January

Um. Coming to terms with the idea of 2023? I dunno. But certainly nothing creative happened here.

February

Boyfriend → husband (Schitt's Creek) — A side-by-side comparison of how David refers to Patrick in season 4 and season 6. (Brought to you courtesy of a lovely text post by @jesuisici33.)

David questioning Stevie's motives (Schitt’s Creek) — A fun look at David's expressive face. 😄

March and April

An existential crisis. Or two. Or five. 🙃 Managed to finish absolutely nothing.

I did come in contact with a lot of 911 Lone Star content, however. Which explains everything that follows. Oops?

May

Marry me. (911 Lone Star) — Ah, my first gif set for this show. A parallel of TK referring to Carlos as his husband when he proposes, and then during their wedding ceremony.

Wedding → honeymoon (911 Lone Star) — Holding hands right after they first kiss as husbands. (Promo footage that didn't actually make the final episode cut). And holding hands poolside on their honeymoon.

Note: From here on out, everything in this list is for Lone Star, unless otherwise specified.

June

TK and Andrea helping Carlos get ready — A parallel set highlighting similar moments from Best of Men and a deleted scene from In Sickness and in Health

We almost forgot. Your boutonnière. — In which I attempt to put a couple pieces of unaired footage back together: the deleted scene with Andrea and Carlos + promo footage of what must be the same scene

Heart tutorial — Danielle Savre and Stefania Spampinato teach Rafael Silva how to make a heart sign with his hands at the First Responders Reunion 🫶

July

🤨 (affectionate) — Listen. I love this dynamic. Had to do the parallel set.

Nothing ever stays the same, Carlos. — A look at TK and Carlos' conversation in 2x04 in parallel with Carlos' wedding vows. The first set I wanted to do for Lone Star. Took me a while to get to it because I wasn't sure how to put it together.

August

TK needs you all to RSVP — My first attempt at this type of post. Incorrect quotes? Text post memes? I don't know what to call them, really. But it was definitely fun. And then it became the thing I did most often. Lol.

And if it never changes? // What if everything changes again? — A parallel set for me and ~5 other people, putting Tarlos in 2x04 side by side with Marcel the Shell with Shoes On

September

You're a menace to society *smooch smooch smooch* — My next incorrect quotes/meme post. And my contribution to ascribing cat-like behavior to TK.

I like him a normal amount — A fandom reaction gif, essentially. Courtesy of Joey Tribbiani on Friends.

Love is stored in humans finding out we can make heart shapes with our hands — Had to revisit the heart tutorial for Rafa. This time as one of the incorrect quotes/text posts.

When you can be silly and slutty with them — Oh, I had fun with this look at TK and Carlos' relationship. 😍

Pretty sure this happened at least once — In which we learn TK was seen trying to catch a frog outside the firehouse. Obviously.

October

Carlos is lit like an angel — Commentary on that beautiful moment from 2x02 where TK falls into Carlos' arms.

I put my emotions into my cooking. // This tastes… horny? — A playful and sexy look at Carlos in the kitchen with TK, and then heading upstairs… 😏

I adore you. Why are you like this? I’m going to kiss you with such fervor… — Oh, just exploring the Tarlos relationship dynamic with a text post and a scene from 3x18.

November

Unedited Gif Game (26 entries so far) — This has been very fun. I think it was good for me to have a bunch of low-stakes gif projects where I was not in charge. Lol. I will spare you individual links to each of them. But they should all be in the tag linked here. I will probably make this an ongoing thing, as long as it's not annoying everyone.

December

Episode vs. Promo: Yee-Haw (1x02) — Let's start diving into some more unaired footage, shall we? And let's start with some alt takes on that first make-out scene.

Missing moments: then and now — From an almost-kiss in 1x02 to an alt kiss from their wedding.

You're a miracle, TK Strand. My miracle. — A rather large close-up gif of that alt wedding kiss. Why? So we can see the teardrop that beads up under Carlos' eye.

Tags below the cut…

Tagging: @rmd-writes, @reyesstrand, @strandnreyes, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @carlos-in-glasses, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @birdclowns, @welcometololaland, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @rosedavid, @heartstringsduet, @noxsoulmate, @chicgeekgirl89, @paperstorm, @tailoredshirt, @guardian-angle22, @swearphil, @carlos-tk, @three-drink-amy, @orchidscript, @danieljradcliffe, @lightningboltreader + open tag!

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 72: Love and Jealousy

The Story of a Family

After his thought provoking visitation, Luigi wound up without a date for Hunter and Tess’s wedding.

He’d asked Amaya, but she bowed out with: “No can do hot stuff, I’ve got the nastiest Itchy Plumbob rash you could imagine. I really don’t feel up to going anywhere I can’t spend most of my time re-applying lotion and using this lovely little roller thing to soothe the itch.”

He tried Noemi too, but since she still wasn’t willing to accompany him to any sort of family event, he had to show up at The Collective solo.

The intimate ceremony was placed between a raging bonfire and a rustic wedding arch crafted by Hunter himself near the front of the property.

The couple had kept the guest list quite small. Besides members of the commune itself, only the cousins (minus Denton, who Hunter was still on the outs with), the couples' parents, and Peppino had been invited.

The immortal scientist mage was a last-minute addition to the party. These days he had a dedicated staff to assist him at the impregnation clinic, but when he’d found out Hunter had booked an appointment, he’d reached out saying he wanted to oversee Steven’s great-nephew’s case personally. The couple had invited him to the ceremony as a thank you and planned to get a jumpstart on their conversation during the reception.

While they waited for the lovebirds Luigi caught up with Cullen and Angeles. Co-habiting was going well for them, and their tales of late-night TV marathons and Cullen’s happy laugh when Angeles teased him about his snoring were adorable. When she followed it up with a kiss and the promise that waking up in his noisy arms each morning was exactly what she wanted, Luigi was unhappily reminded of his lonely room at the boarding house.

Luigi hadn’t thought he was anywhere near ready to get married, but as he watched the happy couple saying their vows, he couldn’t help but consider that Hunter was the exact same age as him and not only tying the knot but planning to start a family!

He tried to imagine himself in his cousins' place but came up short when it was time to decide which girl should be standing across from him.

Once the sim and servo were pronounced man and wife everyone headed out back to enjoy a delicious farm fresh feast courtesy of The Collective.

His father’s old teacher was also minus a plus one and the bride and groom had seated themselves directly across from the pair of singletons. When talk, naturally, turned to pregnancy and childbirth Peppino’s tale of the little alien surprise that had started him down his current path was like something out of a sci-fi novel and had Luigi’s full attention.

Noticing his interest Peppino inquired if Luigi, like Hunter, had any plans to follow in his father’s and grandfather’s footsteps and give birth himself someday. Luigi quickly shook his head: “It’s wonderful that the option exists for sims like my parents, Hunter, and my teammate Beau, but it’s not for me.”

During their conversation Luigi couldn’t help but notice Hunter’s eyes darting back and forth, clearly looking for someone.

Toni and her new boyfriend were seated with Chance and Bianca a couple tables over, but Manny was noticeably absent. Luigi knew he’d been invited and could hardly believe that he’d actually boycotted his son's wedding. He wished he could talk some sense into his uncle, but doubted he’d be able to make a difference. Instead, he gave his cousin’s shoulder a sympathetic squeeze as they all headed off towards The Collective’s nearby hangout.

Luigi was once again surprised to be stopped by Peppino on their way to the dance floor and presented with a box full of simoleons.

The mad scientist explained: “This is for that teammate of yours I helped recently. When I originally billed him, I didn’t know he had a connection to your clan. I love getting to assist sims with making their dreams of parenthood a reality and without your grandfathers book I don’t know if it would have been possible. I have no intention of taking payment from his family or their friends”.

Luigi thanked Peppino warmly on his ex-rival’s behalf. He was sure the money would go a long way towards helping the young family get a good start.

As much as Luigi usually loved to dance, all the happy couples twirling around the floor together made him miss having a partner of his own.

Pulling out his bar to serve drinks would only leave him watching everyone else’s fun from a different angle, so he called it quits. He congratulated the newlyweds one final time before heading back to Britechester and booting up his favorite comfort game. Sadly, the landing page of Sims Forever displayed the smiling faces of his heir and their new bride, which did nothing to calm his nerves about his current romantic situation.

Sighing, he shut the game down and stared off into the middle distance, thinking about the day and his recent conversation with Papa Jack.

As usual papa was right. He didn’t have to jump into marriage or children, but it was time to secure a partner willing to be his own “Sim Forever”.

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[kozuwhore]

me or my ass? ✩ ˛˚ .

𝜗𝜚 synopsis: olivia asks her f/os a conflicting yet intriguing question

𝜗𝜚 notes ⦂ happy b-day post!! btw this was inspired by @/nymphiria's post with tokyo revengers character <33

YUJI ITADORI ✧.*

"ain't no way in hell you just asked me that question," yuuji pouted as his face was being covered with an avocado cream courtesy of his girlfriend, who was still waiting for his answer.

"well i did and i expect you to respond," olivia smirked. truth be told, she isn't bothered if yuuji picks one thing or the other, she just knows he'll have a hard time answering because he' trapped between picking two of his favourite things.

upon completing the face cream, yuuji continued to pout, but now in a pondering manner. the way his hair stuck up due to the facial headband made him look ten times cuter as he continued to pick his answer. olivia was his girlfriend and he loved her to death, but he felt the same about her ass too! this was a life or death situation for him outside of being a jujutsu sorcerer.

olivia could only smile and wait for his response once more, finding the situation to be more amusing that seeing her friends' reactions to her out of context things about tokyo revengers characters. it wasn't until yuuji laid his head on her thighs that she got her answer.

"your thighs," he said, making his girlfriend furrow her eyebrows. "it's the nearest thing to your ass and it's a part of you too."

CHIFUYU MATSUNO ✧.*

"excuse me?" was all chifuyu could mutter out as olivia crossed her arms, looking at him with the cockiest smile known to mankind. he was more surprised at how she asked him that question after he told her all about his day at the pet shop, trying to keep baji and kazutora from fighting again about god knows what.

"you heard me," olivia's ego boosted more from the conflicted look on his face. "it's totally no pressure or anything, but i do expect to hear the right answer."

chifuyu sighed, loosening his black tie, only adding more curiosity into his girlfriend's pretty mind. she knew that he wasn't a picky man, unless it came to two things that he wasn't interested in, but he had two of his favourite things that he would kill for. so olivia could only wait for his response.

however, other than picking her ass or herself, there was another thing that chifuyu adored, which he just so happened to lay his head between as she smiled down at him on her chest. "this your answer?" she asked in amusement.

a small 'yep' and shake of his head was all that came from chifuyu, who grew more comfortable between olivia's chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "don't get me wrong; i love your ass, but these pretty things are something you pull off perfectly."

CHUUYA NAKAHARA ✧.*

"your ass, no questions asked."

olivia became stumped, only looking at her boyfriend with nothing but utter surprise at how quick he answered that. it's almost as though he saw the question coming from a mile away (either that or he wanted to offend her, but she wasn't bothered by either option).

"chuuya, how could i not ask after you answered it as though there was red wine on the line?!"

"you're seriously comparing your ass to a bottle of wine?" the red head raised an eyebrow.

"not the point! i still want an explanation!" olivia huffed her cheeks out, clenching her fists in an attempt to look intimidating. her height (and according to chuuya, her cute face) let her down miserably.

leaning over, he cupped both her cheeks with a single hand, pulling her forward gently. "i like your ass because it isn't a little brat."

TAMAKI AMAJIKI ✧.*

as soon as she finished her question, tamaki immediately froze, his face turning bright red while shaking uncontrollably. despite having been dating for several months, he still isn't able to grow used to the out-of-context ideas or things that olivia does.

"tamaki?" she smiled up at him as if she were a saint. "you okay?" she knew he wasn't, but it doesn't hurt to tease here and there every while.

the third year continued to stand with the most constipated face ever. 'come on, amajiki, say something!' is what he kept repeating, but the question still swarmed around in his head as though it were some kind of terrible memory. then again, nothing about olivia was terrible; he loved her to death and he should give her an answer.

but alas, tamaki's nervousness grew the best of him, resulting in him resting his head on his girlfriend's shoulder to hide his face that looked as though it was going to explode from embarrassment. she smiled softly at him, kissing his temple while stroking his arms.

"tamaki, y'know you don't actually have to answer," she reassured in his ear. he nodded slowly, feeling her hands being placed on his cheeks to look at her in the eyes.

"i-i know," tamaki stuttered out, the redness still apparent on his face but was tinted down to a soft pink. "but i don't want you to think less of me if i-i don't choose. s-so... i-i pick you and only you."

KOTARO BOKUTO ✧.*

"all of you, of course!" bokuto answered in an instant, his usual smile beaming off his perfect face.

olivia huffed. "kotaro, that's not an option. i said pick between me or my ass," she raised an eyebrow.

"why do i have to choose? can't i love all of my pretty girlfriend?" he tilted his head, looking more like an owl than he already is.

once again, another sigh came out of olivia's mouth. bokuto is a loyal boy, everybody knows that, but he can be quite indecisive. not like olivia isn't guilty of that trait either, but at least she was able to lay out the pros and cons of whatever she was picking between.

bokuto wasn't like that and she wouldn't change that for the world, yet he thinks she's going to be offended by either option. in conclusion, she just asked this question for pure amusement.

suddenly, she felt her waist become entrapped by bokuto's beefy arms, pulling her in closer as he kissed her cheek repeatedly. "i know you don't care what i choose, but in the end, i'll choose all of you."

[interestingmysteriousgirl]

ROCK THIS TOWN! -

pairing : brian setzer x fem!reader

word count : 3168 ITS SO LONG MY BRAIN JUST KEPT GOING AND GOING LOLLL SRRY

rose scented hairspray misted the air in your bedroom as you spun around in front of your full length mirror. you enjoyed seeing the way the frills of your vintage, lace yellow dress lifted as you turned in place. you adored clothes and fashion, it had always been somewhat of a romance to you. puffs, frills, lace… all the beautiful fabrics and their endless possibilities.

despite your love and passion for the sweet, feminine side of clothing. you loved ruggedness. like your boyfriend’s leather jacket. the way it felt beneath your fingertips when you held his arm on the way back to the car after a night out. and you loved glancing over at him from the passenger seat, grabbing a hold of his bicep while he drove. god, he looked like a dream driving a car. the way his jaw looked from the side, his beautiful bouncy eyelashes and a dirty blonde pompadour that reminded you of ocean waves in long beach.

he was a work of art.

which is why you always found yourself pacing the floor before a date with the boy. he was your longtime boyfriend, most definitely not a stranger. but still he made you nervous like the first night you met him. he was completely and utterly, gorgeous. if it weren't for the magic in your whiskey glass the night you two ended up together, you were positive you would've never walked right up to him and told him he was the most handsome boy you'd ever laid eyes on. but of course, you were glad you did in the long run. he liked your confidence and the rest was history.

beep beep! you heard the indicator that your boyfriend was there to pick you up as you hurried across the room to grab your purse. your eyes glanced toward your bedside clock, 10:00. a light chuckle left your lips. he told you he'd be by at ten, and if brian was one thing, he was always prompt. he hated being late. especially, when he was going to see you.

"bri's here, y/n" the thick accent of your italian mother came from the kitchen, her hand was halfway into a box of bakery cookies. "yeah, thanks ma. goodnight! love you!" you kissed her cheek sweetly, attempting to rush out the door before she could give you her nightly schpiel. you never seemed to be fast enough.

"i love the kid, i do, but why, must he take you out so LATE, hm?" she threw up her hands, playfully, shaking her head in slight disapproval. "get back here, and bring some of these out to him. will ya?"

you couldn't help but laugh as you shuffled back into the dimly lit kitchen, hands open as she set a few cookies in the center of your palm. she made sure to pick out the ones he liked, the shortbread cookies with colorful sprinkles. "they're music clubs. the bands start late, i really don't know why ma..." you answered her with sudden thought, you began to ponder it yourself. "i'm sorry... but it's innocent i promise" you gave her arm a light squeeze before you were headed for the door once again. "i trust brian, he takes care of you. tell him i said hello… and don't be too late when you come in later!" she narrowed her eyes at you, switching the light off to leave her in the dark kitchen.

"will do!" you called as your feet ran you out the front door and down the steps. he was already outside the car waiting for you, arms crossed as he leaned against his black, shining hot rod. "took ya long enough, baby! i was starting to get impatient..." he smiled big, stretching out his arms for you to fall into.

you relaxed into him, letting your head fall on his chest as he wrapped you in a tight, loving embrace. "i come bearing gifts! courtesy of my mother. they're from that reallly good bakery down the road" your eyebrows danced with amusement as you watched his face twist in excitement. "god, i love darlene" he muttered, picking up a few cookies at once to throw in his mouth. you laughed softly, turning around to see your mother peeking from the window. she adored your boyfriend, which you were more than thankful for. it took your dad a little more convincing, but in the end they both ending up loving him. who wouldn't? "m'lady..." he grinned, opening the car door for you. in the process, blowing a kiss to your mother in the window.

.⊹ ⁺ 𐔌 ᩧ ຼ ͡ ৯ ♡໒⁀ ᩧຼ ꒱ིྀ ⁺ ⊹

"this place don't look half bad... what'ya say???" brian asked you, ducking his head to gain a better look at the bar out the passenger side window. it was a well-lit, party type bar, and from what you could see, the sidewalks were littered with young adults and teenagers. "let's try it!" you agreed.

he pulled his hot rod around the corner, parking it safely away from all the noise and traffic. he was serious about his automobiles.

"what a dress you got for swingin', doll!" the boy howled, snaking his arms around you from behind once you got out on the sidewalk with him. the sounds of the night-life around the town floated through the air like music as you giggled within the comfort of his arms. "i'm glad you like it" you hummed, reaching your hands up to hang onto his forearms as you walked. "you drive me crazy... y'know that?" he hummed real low, gently steering you away from the main area of the sidewalk and over toward the wall of the bar.

he spun you around, and suddenly you felt your back pressed up against cool brick. his warm lips took to your neck as his hands roamed your body, feeling every inch of satin and lace that clothed your hourglass figure. your eyes couldn't help but occasionally flutter open as you often felt like you were dreaming. am i dreaming??? and just like that, the moment was gone. he had quickly departed from you and was now pulling you by your hand around the corner.

"why'd you stop?" you pouted, craving the prior moment badly as you were forced to forget it and move on. "i had to stop myself... or else we wouldn't have made it through the front door" he turned to you with his big, blue eyes. a sly smirk present there on his face as he led you in to the bar. you knew he was serious too, some nights he'd call off your plans altogether to stay in and have you all to himself. you didn't particularly mind those nights... in all honesty you favored them!

it was a medium sized bar, but you immediately noticed the lack of a dance floor. “we’ll see what it’s all about… we can always split if it’s no fun” he reassured you with a shrug, leading you toward two empty seats at the end of the bar. “you want your usual?” he let his hand fall onto your thigh, gliding over the nylon stockings that were hidden beneath the puffiness of your dress.

you nodded, sending him nothing but a shy smile as your cheeks began to heat up and get rosy. “jack daniel’s on the rocks, and a dirty shirley temple for my baby” he spoke the last part in a hum, barely above a whisper. it sent shivers down your spine as his lips were back on you again. “i cant help myself around you tonight, doll. i’m sorry... i don’t know what’s gotten into me” he mumbled against your collarbone as he dragged kisses across your exposed skin.

“don’t… be… sorry” you laughed in a daze. your eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure as you had to make sure you weren’t dreaming again. he truly had that effect on him, completely throwing you for a loop no matter where you were or who was watching.

the sound of glass hitting the countertop got your attention quickly as your bubbling, pink beverage was now sitting in front of you. two maraschino cherries floated on top, nice and red. you immediately popped them between your lips, as it was your favorite part of a shirley temple!

brian watched you with a cool expression as he sipped his whiskey on ice. “i like that pretty mouth of yours…” he smirked, having absolutely zero shame in admiring you as per usual. “what else do you see that you like?” your eyes sparkled for the man as you awaited his answer.

"these eyes... these dimples..." his calloused fingertips trailed from the apples of your cheek down to the soup-bowl like indents right above your jawline. people always went nuts over your dimples, but especially brian. that beautiful laugh of his erupted through the air, snapping you back to reality as he grabbed your chin firmly. “you’re so beautiful, honey– yknow that?” he growled, eyes flickering over every freckle on your face. he looked as if he wanted to eat you alive. which of course wasn’t out of the ordinary.

before you knew it the bartender started lingering around again. “hey could i have change for a dollar? for the jukebox…” brian gave a sheepish smile to the guy, in exchange receiving a handful of quarters for the music machine that glowed behind you. “pick some gene vincent if it has!” you asked sweetly, watching as he hopped off the bar stool to make his way over to it. his face scrunched up as he read the names behind the glass, it looked like he was very dissatisfied with what he was seeing… but nonetheless— he decided to put a quarter in.

expecting to hear a catchy, twangy love ballad on guitar, a booming disco song began to pump from the jukebox loudly. “ring my bell!!!!” a pack of girls got up on their feet as the crowd started to break out into dance. “thanks, mister!” a boy with large, flowy bell bottoms sent a grin to brian as he crossed the bar floor. you looked around, finally beginning to notice one thing in common with the clientele at this particular place.

glitter, flares, spandex… “disco!? baby let’s get out of here…” brian begged, gripping onto your dress tightly as his expression of discomfort was written all over his face. “fine by me…” you smiled, downing your drink with him before fleeing the bar and refusing to look back.

all your girl-friends were into the disco scene, but it never really pulled any heart strings for you. some of the songs were catchy, and you really did like some of the outfits that came with the fever.

but ultimately, your heart belonged with old blues and rock n’ roll. nothing else could ever compare. thankfully, your boyfriend agreed.

brian’s foot worked the gas pedal as he sped across long island, his usual place in mind. “that’s what we get for trying to branch out and try somethin’ new” he shook his head in annoyance as thoughts of the dreadful disco began to play in his mind once more. “hey, it’s okay– you didn’t know… although, i’m surprised at myself that i couldn’t pick up on the outfits before walking in” you snickered, earning a hearty laugh from him.

“hopefully benny’s has some room!” he winked over at you, his hand steady on the steering wheel. benny’s was a great, blues bar that you and brian loved dearly. after all, it was the place you two first met and where brian had played a few gigs with his buddies. they were still in the hopes of getting their band off the ground. they called themselves, the stray cats.

as the door swung open, you were greeted with the entrancing melody of, sleepwalk. “awh, look at that. perfect timing!” the boy spoke excitedly, grabbing you and leading you over toward the dance floor swiftly. now, he felt rejuvenated in his steps. now this is music.

he glided around the dance floor like it was his own kitchen floor, whisking you around the center of the room where he believed you should be : on a pedestal for everyone to see. “they must have seen us coming, huh?” you smiled, subtly glancing around at all the older men and women who simply stopped to watch.

he twirled you, every step in sync as the beautiful love ballad moved you like there were feathers under your heels. the sound of laughter came from the two of as you captivated the room. “i’d say we made quite the grand entrance” brian snickered, spinning you back toward his chest as the song came to a close.

“this place is magic, right? i’m feelin’ better already” he tightened up his facial features, being sure to keep your fingers intertwined with his as he led you over to the familiar bar.

“brian and y/n, hey kids…” the old-timer bartender, al, greeted you. “you gonna play us somethin’ tonight?” the man turned his attention toward your boyfriend. you spun around to gain a look at the live band playing that night, it was a group you had never heard of before– but they were good. the love letters, their bass drum read. they were in the middle of a rendition of honey don’t by the beatles.

“not tonight… tonight’s my night off” he smirked, snaking his arm around your waist securely. you adored how touchy he was with you. “well good for you, son! i wish i could dance like you two, you’re like a modern day fred and ginger” he waved a hand, filling up two glasses for you. it was nice being a regular somewhere. familiar faces, people knowing you by name… it was sweet.

“fred and ginger! wow, i don’t think we’ve ever gotten a better compliment…” you laughed, looking up at your smiling boyfriend. the blonde sported a bashful grin, as icons like fred astaire and ginger rogers were very important to you both. “what do ya say, babe. should i start walking around in suit and tie?” he questioned sarcastically. “only if i get to be the one takin’ it off you at the end of the night” you giggled. "pffttt, that goes without saying!" he beamed happily, hurrying you off your feet once again as the beginning to i wonder why by dion and the belmonts began to play softly.

hours flew by as you danced the night away with your exquisitely handsome dance partner. nothing seemed to get to you as you downed glasses of alcohol, the world around you becoming blurrier with each song that went by.

"i gotta take a break! i gotta take a break!" you laughed hysterically as your feet brought you back to the bar again, heels trotting on the hardwood floor. your chest pumped up and down quickly as you attempted to catch your breath, only this time you were asking for a water rather than a tanqueray and tonic. you watched brian as he remained on the dance floor, he now had a hold of two older women as they danced around him happily.

"uh-oh dear... you may have some competition" al teased as he leaned against the bar, watching as brian took turns dancing with each of the elderly ladies. considering they were old enough to be your grandmother's age, you weren't too concerned.

"i lost him al, looks like i need to find a new dance partner" you chuckled, of course being the furthest thing from serious. suddenly, as if a black cloud came to rain over your parade, a man with menacing brown eyes and a copper head of hair came slithering toward you. you immediately received bad energy from the boy, turning away to get him out of your eyesight. unfortunately, it wasn't that easy.

"hey doll, i'd love a chance to talk to ya... get to know ya..." he proposed, positioning himself beside you at the bar. the way the nickname sounded coming from his mouth did nothing for you, it was repulsive even. your eyes searched the bar for al as an escape route, but of course now he was nowhere to be seen. great.

but you were a strong girl! and so you gained enough courage to turn to face the eye sore. "not. interested" you pursed your lips, locking eyes with the man before he turned to face the dance floor. "i could treat you better than that guy, come on..." he scoffed in reference to your boyfriend. "let me prove it to you, doll" he turned back to face you, desperation in his eyes. something seemed off about him to you though. something more dangerous than just a guy hitting on a taken woman. "stop calling me that" you gritted your teeth in annoyance. you hated hearing it come from the man. it sounded worse than nails on a chalkboard.

"or what? you gonna do somethin' little girl?" the man mocked you, and suddenly you felt a hand around the collar of your neckline. you squeezed your eyelids shut in hopes he would disappear when you opened them again.

"what the fuck's going on over here?!" and there he was. your knight in shining armor, long island accent and all. you were suddenly handed free as your boyfriend towered over the young man, already grabbing you to put behind him. you couldn't help but watch him defend you with stars in your eyes, and he looked awfully good shedding his leather jacket while mouthing off to the douchebag.

"let's take it outside! come onnnn, what are you scared??? can't pick on a defenseless girl anymore so you're backin' down???" brian shoved the man in his shoulder a few times, evidently getting the red head worked up as he looked aorund at the sudden attention he was receiving. a small crowd had even formed around. "i will rip you apart piece by piece..." brian lowered his tone, his fingers tightening around the fabric of the boy's shirt. your boyfriend wasn't foreign to a good ole' fist fight, in fact he had even been a part of a few rumbles. you knew what he was capable of and it wasn't pretty... well, for the other guy.

the man had clearly gotten far more than what he originally bargained for, and just like that he was gone. he slipped from brian's grip, running underneath his tattooed arm and out the front door of benny's. brian jumped to run after him, but was held back by your grasp. any other night, you would've let him go kick the guy's ass... but it was nearing two-thirty and your mother had wanted you home thirty minutes prior. "what a shame! a little scrap would've been the perfect nightcap on my evening" brian shook his head, genuine disappointment waving over him as he realized his potential fight had gotten away. "it'll be okay, there's always next time" you winked.

[cosmiic-world]

VANILLA SMEGGS W LATINO MAMMON PLS IM OBSESSED W UR WRITING<3

valentine’s day with mammon

what better way to celebrate valentine’s day than with drinks and loving sex?

this turned out to be kinda long 🥲 sorry it took me so long anon but here you go! <3

cw: sex (duh), afab!reader, switch!reader, switch+latino!mammon, aphrodisiac (consensual), alcohol consumption (like a sip or two), (slight) possessive behavior, fingering (recieving), begging, (slight) dumbification.

MINORS DNI

you hummed softly along to the music you played on your speaker as you put away all your newly bought clothes, courtesy of your boyfriend. since it was valentine’s day, mammon had taken you out shopping and bought you anything you wanted. he really loved spoiling you.

you blushed as you held up the lingerie set he picked out for you, giggling to yourself as you went to put it on. you couldn’t help but think about when he had you try it on in the store, how he stared at you, as if he wanted to fuck you right then and there. the thought made heat pool between your thighs.

you hummed as you put one of his shirts over the set, just so you can put all your stuff away. just as you finished, a knock was heard on the door. “come in!”

“ay, mami, how do you make my shirts look so good? you’re gonna make me give you all of my shirts.” you smiled as you heard your boyfriends voice, turning to see him smiling at you adoringly.

“you’re such a charmer.” you said, giggling as you walked over to him and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. he kissed back, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close, until your body was flush against his.

“only for you, mi amor.” he said, smiling against your lips. “so, since we went out earlier, do ya want to,” he raised his other hand, which was holding two glasses, “have some more fun here?”

you giggled and nodded, smiling as you placed another quick kiss onto his lips before pulling away to grab the small wine bottle from your mini fridge, also courtesy of your boyfriend.

“oh, and you’ll never guess what i got my hands on.” you said, giggling as you poured the wine into both glasses.

“what is it, amor?” he said before taking a sip of his wine, smiling. he always adored the way you looked whenever you were excited.

“gold helfire newt syrup!” you said, pulling it out of your pocket, giggling. “tadaaa!”

mammon’s eyes widened before he chuckled, grabbing your waist again and pulling you close to him once again. “you little vixen. did ya have that on you the whole day?”

you giggled mischievously as you nodded. “i wanted to wait for the perfect moment,” you uncapped the small bottle of the syrupy liquid, smiling as you watched mammon’s eyes close as the smell of it, “to open it.” you said before quickly putting it to your lips and throwing your head back, downing it as if it were a shot.

“oye!” he hissed out, letting go of your waist to snatch it from you before you did drink it all and drank the rest of it himself.

you giggled as you swiped your tongue over your lip, catching any last bits of the syrup. “now.. we wait.” you whispered, giggling as you grabbed your wine glass and took a sip of the wine.

"i can't wait, i wanna feel you." he said with a slight whine in his tone as his eyes traced over your features, lust growing heavy in his gaze at an alarming rate. "please mami." he was almost panting at this point.

"so needy.." you mumbled, giggling as he kissed you hungrily, allowing him to take control quickly. you carefully set your wine glass down on your nightstand before tangling that same hand in his hair, gently tugging on his ashy roots like you knew he loved.

he responded with a groan and a buck of his hips against yours, making you gasp at how hard he was already. his hand found its way underneath the shirt you had on and slowly hiked up the material, revealing the black and gold lace lingerie. "lemme see mami. por favor." he said, gently pushinf you against the wall.

you smiled as you took off the shirt, blushing under his lustful gaze. "what?" you said after a moment of silence, fearing that he suddenly didn't like it.

"you look stunning in it. i knew i made the right choice." he said before latching himself onto you again, this time placing hot open mouthed kisses all along your neck. he wedged his knee in between your legs, pressing right up against your already wet pussy, groaning as your whimpers were all he heard.

"mammon... please.." you moaned, grinding down against his leg, desperate for any type of friction. "need you s' bad." your back arched as you gasped once you felt his finger trace over your sensitive clit.

"you're s' wet f'r me already, huh?" he groaned out, his cock throbbing uncomfortably. he couldn't help but thrust his hips up a bit once he felt your nimble fingers undo his pants, grinding against your palm. "fuck mami, got the best pussy in the world just for me.."

“oh fuck.. more please.” you moaned out just as he inserted his fingers and curled them, finding the spot that made you see stars. you arched your back and leaned your head back, giving him access to your neck.

he leaned down and sucked dark hickeys into your skin as he thrusted his fingers inside you, humming as he listened to your whines and moans. “so needy.. all for me.. all mine.” he groaned as your moans made his cock impossibly harder, precum staining his boxers. “i want you to cum for me. you can do that f’r me, right mami?”

you nodded, moaning as you bucked your hips against his fingers, your eyes almost rolling back as you felt your orgasm approaching. “‘m gonna cum soon!” you cried out, biting your lip.

“that’s my good girl. cum for me.” he said, picking up his speed. he knew how your body reacted like it was his second nature. “cum for me, princesa.”

your hands found their way into his hair again and gripped it, tugging slightly as you came, your legs starting to shake as you moaned out loudly. “o-oh fuck!”

“good girl.. love this pussy so much.” he said, slowing his fingers to let you ride out your orgasm. “ready for more?” he said, chuckling at your eager nod.

“want your cock.. please.” you said, trailing your fingers down his stomach, giggling at his shivers before stopping at his erection, your hand ghosting over it.

“don’t be a tease..” he grumbled attempting to push his dick against your palm only for you to pull it away.

“don’t be so impatient. now c’mon.” you gently pushed against him so that he moved back towards the bed.

he sat down on the bed, gently grabbing your hips and sitting you on his lap. “c’mon mami~ need to feel this tight pussy on my cock.” he whined as you straddled him, pouting because he couldn’t feel your sweet sweet pussy.

“patience baby.” you said, giggling as you took off your underwear, watching as he took off his own.

“please baby.. don’t wanna wait anymore.” he said, gently holding your waist as he looked up at you, almost making you give in to his doe eyes.

“alright, alright,” you giggled as you straddled his lap once more, gently pushing him back so he was laying on the bed, “since you asked so nicely, i’ll give you what you want.” you said, smiling as you slid your sopping cunt back and forth against his hard cock, listening to his whines and watching as his chest heaved up and down.

“oh fuuuck mami…” he moaned as the tip of his dick caught on your clit just as he ground his hips against yours. “feels so good..” he gasped, his back almost arching as you slowly sunk onto his cock, the warmth of your sweet pussy making his head empty every single thought.

“mmm, yes~ so good.” you moaned, giggling as he bottomed out in you. “so full.” you said, wiggling your hips in a teasing manner and giggling.

mammon couldn’t handle it any longer. he was going to lose his goddamn mind if you didn’t move. in one swift move, he turned you over and thrusted deep into you, moaning. “need to cum so bad..”

you moaned loudly as he pounded into you, his pace relentless. “m-mammon! ‘s too much! c-can’t- gonna cum!” you cried, hands clawing at the bedsheets and back arching beautifully.

“cum f’r me. i want you to cum again and again.. until you can’t fucking walk.” mammon groaned out, almost growling as he kept his mean pace. he loved watching your eyes roll back while your legs shook. it was his own personal pleasure to watch as you struggled to keep your legs from closing, not knowing if you wanted him to stop or to keep going. but he knew what you really wanted. he knew all your tells and he knew when you were at your limit.

and you were far from reaching that limit.

[husbandocorner]

First kiss with the MHA boys (Main three)

Scenario: How your first kiss with them went down 

Genre: Fluff

Note: These  could end up being sorta cliché so I’m sorry please bare with my antics 😅

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Izuku 💚 (Overall softie)

🥺 - Happened COMPLETELY on accident 

🥺 - You were running to the cafeteria and Izuku was on his way to the staff lounge to eat with Allmight

🥺 - You had been a bit too eager to eat lunch and weren’t exactly paying attention and had managed to trip over your own feet 

🥺 - Izuku had noticed and quickly ran over to try and catch you 

🥺 - He had caught you alright but you were now on his chest and your lips were on his while he held you as you guys landed on the floor with a “thud”

🥺 - Once you had gotten over the shock had realized what happened you quickly got off Izuku while apologizing profusely 

🥺 - Sure you guys kissed before but it was really just cheek kisses and quick pecks instead of actually kissing since you were both still getting used to being together and weren’t exactly ready for a “first kiss” yet

🥺 - However, he wasn’t saying anything and you saw that he was sitting there totally stiff and with a beet red face 

🥺 - “Uh Izu?” You called out as you gently shook him. No response 

🥺 - You tried everything to snap him out of it, even splashing water on him but to no avail 

🥺 - It’s official you single-handedly ended your boyfriend 

🥺 - You started to panic until you realized there’s one thing you didn’t try 

🥺 - Except you can’t bring yourself to do it. No you can’t slap him

🥺 - You’re his special one and he’s precious to you you can’t hurt him even if it’s unintentionally and necessary 

🥺 - So with no options left you reluctantly went to look for the one person you knew wouldn’t hesitate to slap him back to reality……Bakugo 

🥺 - Surely enough, after one awkward explanation, endless teasing courtesy of Bakugo and a upside to the head later. Izuku finally functioned again

🥺 - Albeit he was still beet red, was a stuttering mess and had a slap mark on the back of his head but he was okay 

🥺 - Well as okay as you can be after an awkwardly accidental first kiss that is he got over it don’t worry, it DEFINITELY took him a while though 

🥺 - Needless to say you are well aware of what you’re doing nowadays and avoid running somewhere unless you need to

Katsuki 🧡 (The human Pomeranian)

💣 - Wholesome payback time 

💣 - You and Bakugo had gone out to the park to get some air since lately you guys had been spending it together indoors. Besides, it was a very nice day out so why not take advantage of it right?

💣 - After about half an hour or so of walking and chatting about whatever came to your minds you both sat down on a nearby bench 

💣 - You and him both sit down with a sigh as you look through your satchel and take out your sketch pad and a pencil to do some sketching and he takes out his phone 

💣 - An hour goes by and Bakugo looks up from his phone and is about to ask you what you want to do after this but when he looks over at you he’s mesmerized by you 

💣 - You hair is gently swaying due to the soft breeze, your brows furrowed as you concentrate on drawing the beautiful Sakura tree that’s in front of you, your little pout when you make a mistake and have to erase it to do it over you looked so perfect to him he was entranced by you. Wait was he ……blushing?! 

💣 -  How dare you make him feel all warm and fuzzy like this?! He’s Katsuki Bakugo he doesn’t do “warm and fuzzy”

💣 - Of course, you were completely unaware of the feelings you made Bakugo experience since you were in your own little world but that that wasn’t gonna stop him from catching you off guard like you had unknowingly done to him 

💣 - He took a breath and acted normally as if he hadn’t just blushed because you looked like an adorable angel just a minute ago 

💣 - “Oi pipsqueak can you look at me for a sec!” Bakugo said making you look up from your sketch pad

💣 - “Hm?” You said curiously 

💣 - Bakugo took that as a sign to set his little plan into motion  

💣 - He scooted closer to you and gently took your face in his hands and before you could ask him what the heck he was doing pressed his lips to yours

💣 - Safe to say his plan worked because when he pulled away your face was flushed and you were dumbfounded 

💣 - The smirk on his face said it all, he was satisfied now 

💣 - It took you a couple minutes to come out of your daze but once you did you promptly smacked him with your sketch pad

“Ow hey! Watch where you swing that thing” He said as he shielded himself from you 

💣 - “Why’d you do that?!” You asked still flustered 

💣 - “Why did I do what?” He asked pretending not to know what you were rambling on about 

💣 - “Why did you KISS ME?!” You yelled 

💣 -  “Am I not allowed to? I am your boyfriend after all” He states 

💣 - “W-well y-yeah but our FIRST KISS KATSUKI! REALLY?!” You retort

💣 - He sighed as he looks in front of him “Yeah well you were taking too long to make a move so as always I have to do everything myself” He says looking back at you 

💣 - Obviously he wasn’t going to admit that the actual reason was because you were being too adorable and caused him to be flustered Nope! He would take that TO HIS GRAVE 

💣 - You groaned and covered your face with your hands  “I hate you” You declare 

💣 - He chuckled as he pulled you into his and wrapped his arms around you “Love you too dumbass”

💣 - Sure, Bakugo wasn’t the most romantic person ever but that “first kiss” to him was his way of showing how much it meant to him that you were now a part of his life and that would forever  be cherished by the both of you 

Shoto ❤️🤍 (Zuko’s long lost twin)

❄️ - He straight out asked you about it 

🔥 - You two were watching a movie together in his room cuddling when all of a sudden he says “Why haven’t we kissed yet?”

❄️ - You paused the movie and asked him to repeat the question just to make sure you weren’t going crazy 

🔥 - So he asked it again and you simply respond by saying that you were waiting for him to be ready for it since he was still getting used to the whole dating thing 

❄️  - He had only just gotten used to holding your hand after all and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by asking for a kiss 

🔥  - You then ask him if he’d like to give it a shot to which he nods his head yes

❄️ - You smile at him and position yourself so you can kiss him properly 

🔥 - Poor baby was so nervous he didn’t want to do anything that could end up hurting you . Honestly you found his nervousness quite adorable 

❄️  - You gently cupped his face and pressed your lips to his 

🔥 - You could’ve sworn you felt his left side activate a little 

❄️ - Once he got over the initial shock though he was pretty confident 

🔥 - After a couple minutes you pulled away and looked at Shoto who was smiling with a small blush on his face 

❄️ - “Well?” You asked him a smile on your face as well 

🔥 - “That felt nice” he states happily 

❄️ - “I’m glad you enjoyed it” You tell him 

🔥 - “Can we uh do it again love?” He asks you rather sheepishly 

❄️ - You can’t help but giggle at your boyfriend’s newfound eagerness “Sure we can Sho”

🔥 - This has now become he new favorite form of showing you affection. It makes him feel so warm and happy inside and takes every opportunity he has to do it 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That is all my lovely readers, you guys know what to do by now 

Until next time, take care 😉

[fluffallamaful]

I actually really like the image of DREAM being the one to initiate physical contact in the Prison Therapy AU.

See, the thing about Dream being so reserved is that being anything else has been actively punished basically since the beginning of the server. The things he loves have been used against him (his horse was killed and it’s corpse paraded around as a taunt, his boyfriend was almost assassinated, etc.), his authority has been both overemphasized and spat upon as he was propped up as basically a straw man to kick down whenever someone wanted to “stick it to the man”, he’s been attacked, publicly humiliated, killed twice and almost a third time before an audience that refused to save him — showing vulnerability has historically gotten him nothing but trouble. And this is without mentioning the fact that Quackity and Sam tortured him, for months on end: a situation that is at once terrifying, humiliating, and violating.

Quackity knows this. Sam’s kind of (extremely) in denial about just how EVIL all of that was, but Quackity is really not. So when he comes in those first few times, he’s really just trying to give Dream some space. He plays games and throws his turns to give the prisoner prizes at the end, he makes light conversation, he eats meals — very calm, domestic, non-intrusive activities to help form some sense of trust in the idea that Quackity is no longer a threat.

But he didn’t account for the fact that Dream hasn’t had a proper hug in over a year.

So, Dream eventually works up the courage to…take a little more. He brushes his hand against Quackity’s. He makes excuses to stumble into him. His touches are quick and fleeting, and it takes Quackity a moment to catch on, but eventually he does. And then Dream does something a little too obvious, and Quackity decides to return the favor by play-wrestling him into the floor. (Dream’s scared shitless by this at first, thinking he overstepped — but then he realizes that Quackity is laughing.)

And then Quackity accidentally ends up tickling Dream’s sides.

The next session ends up revolving into another wrestling match, but this time Quackity brought something: a little electric brush. He ends up sitting on Dream’s back and pulling his foot up to run the thing along his soles, a sensation that gets him screeching. A few sessions later he brings in the chair. And finally, Dream ends up in the flustering position of being the target of a Tickle Therapy Program, courtesy of the local prison system.

oh wait this is so much cuter my god i’m going to actuall burst lowjqbajducifjse 😣

that image of dream being pushed into the floor and immediately bracing for the worst, only to find quackity laughing at him in such a friendly and forgiving way is just so… 🤌🏼 it’s so cute. it reminds me of a movie scene im trying desperately to work it out. but that’s so cute that tickle therapy actually starts with quackity and dream play wrestling ☹️

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🦙🦙🦙…

i love the idea of dream enjoying the play wrestle turned tickle fight so much that he tries to initiate it again for the next couple of times that quackity visits. like he becomes a lil provoker for the next couple sessions,, jabbing at quackity’s side or doing anything that results in quackity saying his usual “Yeah? You wanna go again, smiley?”

and then one time after the first few, quackity decides to play dirty and brings a toothbrush 😭 THATS SO CUYR LIKE IM GOING TO 🌋 i’m going to erupt. but it’s just so adorable because dream would not expect it in the slightest. like he’s pinned down the obsidian, giggly and giddy, and already panicking when he feels quackity sit over his back and pull his leg up by the ankle. but what he doesn’t expect is for a whirring noise to suddenly sound out from behind him, followed by a shocking amount of sparkly energy to race through his nervous system, all from the tiny spot where quackity’s bristles had brushed over his sole. he’s wailing and cackling in seconds, but he’s unable to deny at the end of it that it’s not something he’d be opposed to happening again.

i love this version so much more like i love the idea of them play wrestling togetherrrr 😭 and once again it would be therapeutic for quackity as well because he’s also lost much of the people who he’d be able to receive physical touch from as well:(

🦙🦙🦙…

[the-diabolist]

sano in the study with a rope is my dream!! also i adore your writing. always looking forward to your posts~ <3

Kinktober 2022, day 22 - aww thank you!

c.w: afab reader, restraint, edging, biting, fingering, oral, just a touch of medical kink. 900w

The ropes are so soft and secure that it's almost lulling - but the fingers between your thighs are decidedly not.

"Fuck," you grind out through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to glare at your loving boyfriend as he edges you harshly for a third time.

"Haven't had enough yet?" he asks, calm and collected. Almost detached, even, despite the fact that the cuff of his sleeve is practically soaked through with your slick.

"I'm golden," you say, in lieu of breaking down into desperate tears, "beating your record is going to be even easier than I expected."

He quirks a disbelieving brow, and just a hint of a smirk graces his mouth. The self-proclaimed king of edging isn't worried about losing his crown, clearly.

"Well then... three down, ten to go," he says; his smile grows a little wider as he watches the color drain from your face.

Leave it to a true masochist to let you edge him thirteen fucking times before caving. Why did you ever go along with that? Now he's got his own high horse to go along with his usual high standards. You don't actually think you can compete with him, but you shot off your big mouth and now here you are, trying to back it up.

While waiting for your sensitivity to recede a bit more, he adjusts his lab coat, rolling his sleeves up yet again, and looks over your ropes to make sure the knots haven't slipped from your bucking and thrashing. He could just ask, and you'd assure him you're still bound frustratingly tightly to the metal table, but he likes to check them himself. He's the self-proclaimed king of bondage, too.

Once he's satisfied with your security, he straightens back up and considers changing his gloves, eying the black nitrile shrewdly - but then he rubs his thumb and forefinger together, appreciating the smooth glide of them, courtesy of your arousal, and decides to keep them.

"Ready?" he asks clinically. You nod.

His lips find your throat at the same time his fingers slide back between your folds - he sucks a mark into your skin as your hips jolt from the light brush of his middle finger over your swollen bundle of nerves. You start throbbing immediately; this round isn't going to last long.

Sure enough, he bites down on the muscle below your jaw just as he roughly pinches your clit, and you start to topple over... only to rock back and forth precariously on the precipice as he swiftly and completely pulls away from you.

You slowly wind back down with a groan, panting, biting your tongue to keep from begging him to keep touching you. He was right to tie you up, that's for sure - you definitely would've taken care of yourself that time if you'd been able to.

"You could try to control yourself a little," he admonishes with a condescending tsk. You want to kick him.

"And you could loosen up," you snap. "Doesn't it chafe you to be so restrained all the time? Wouldn't you like to go wild for a change? That can't be comfortable," you add, nodding toward the obvious bulge in his pants.

"I believe you're the restrained one here," he quips smugly, grin fully breaking through this time. "Nice try. Settle down."

You sigh in defeat and close your eyes, trying to summon up the willpower to keep going. You can't seem to banish the growing feeling that you'd much rather have an orgasm than your dignity.

He's not very helpful, either; he leans in to kiss you fervently, running his tongue over your teeth before finally pulling away.

"Ready?"

"No," you spit, and he rolls his eyes.

"This is going to take forever if you don't start trying harder," he chides. You flip him off with both hands despite your bound wrists. "Mature," he responds flatly.

"Keep going," you growl, steeling yourself.

He uses his mouth this time, swiping his tongue over your core before dipping inside, collecting your nectar as if he's the hummingbird to your flower. He closes his mouth over you for only a moment or two before you start tightening and he has to move away again.

You can't bite back a sob this time. You'd hoped to get through this with some degree of stoicism, just to get under his skin, but now you're unfortunately certain you'll be weeping hysterically by the time you make it to your end.

If you do make it, that is - you know he's working his way up to using his cock, that soon you'll have to suffer through your denied climaxes while stuffed full of him, slick and clenching and desperate for him to move.

You also know that he won't show you mercy for anything less than your safeword (and an admission that he is, in fact, the king of edging, and you are but a lowly peasant who can't take what you dish out), no matter how much begging or crying you may see fit to provide.

He kisses you again, and your empty cunt spasms, clenching around nothing - at least until two gloved fingers push their way inside of it, granting enough aching fullness to make you moan.

"Ready for number six? Almost halfway," he murmurs. You sob again.

Yeah, you're definitely not going to make it.

[randynova]

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𝓖𝓾𝓷 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝐺𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝐺𝑜𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

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𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔(𝑠):𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡(𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝)! 𝐺𝑢𝑛

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“Why couldn’t this have waited until another day?” Gun muttered, unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slide off his taut frame, and neatly folding it, placing it onto the roof of his car. He was glad he hadn't put his jacket on, having left it in his passenger seat. “I can’t dirty my clothes again, [Name] will be mad if I get blood on it.” He rolled his broad shoulders until they released a satisfying crack, his thick muscles bulging as he stretched his arms across his scarred chest. Gun peered at a nearby store, the digital clock displaying in big white numbers, ‘7:45 PM’. He groaned, his lips curling into a scowl whilst his arms fell to his side. He didn’t have enough time to deal with this.

“Hmm, and it’s almost time for our date. Fuck.” Gun whispered to himself. He clenched his fists, narrowing his eyes at the man across from him. He removed his shades and revealed his dark gaze, placing his favorite accessory to his side as well. “I’ll make this quick, Goo. I have more important places to be.”

Goo laughed, grinning in his spot as he balanced a pole in his hands. He rolled his eyes, arching a brow at his partner. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Gun, maybe if you didn’t spend all your time by [Name]’s side, we could have dealt with this matter much earlier. That girl has you wrapped around her pretty little finger, huh?”

“Shut it,” Gun said, already racing towards the blonde and thrusting his fist, knuckles colliding with metal. Upon the cold sensation meeting his skin, he wanted to absolutely kill Goo and rip him to shreds. This would take longer than he wanted, wasting his already precious, short time. He backed off, having a considerable distance between the two, stretching his fingers a few times before clenching them again. He growled, spitting venomously,  “You just like picking fights.” 

“You did too. Before you met her, y’know,” Goo tutted, waving his finger in the air. He scoffed, voice low, “Who would’ve thought? Gun going soft for a girl. Psh, pathetic. Never thought I’d live to see the day...” The blonde trailed off, his face becoming stoic, his mind wandering. You truly had to be someone exceptional if you managed to have a guy like Gun to fall for you. He always wondered who you were, how you looked like, what you did, but Gun had kept you a secret from the world of crime. He hid almost every known trace abou you and tied every loose end that implicated you existed. No one knew who you were and no one could find you — unless Gun allowed them to. 

Goo found it so irritating how he was unable to know the girl who made such a notorious gangster go soft. 

He only met you once and that was by pure sheer luck; dropping by unexpectedly at one of Gun's apartments, only to be met with the sight of you. Seeing how Gun reacted, he knew you were supposed to be kept hush-hush. But boy, did he have a field day the next time he saw the man.

Goo had to meet you again. Or at least, know you more.

Only when Gun’s fist connected with Goo’s face did the man snap out of his thoughts, the impact of such force throwing him a few feet backwards. He dug his feet into the floor, a high-pitched screech coming from his shoes as the rubber burned against the pavement. With his sleeve, Goo wiped his cheek, seeing a speck of blood staining his clothes. Goo chuckled, standing up straight with a grin, “If I can remember right, you told me you got Eli Jang in trouble for basically the same thing. What was her name again? Heather?”

Goo blocked the upcoming attack, his pole raised and crossed above his face. He pushed Gun back with an effortless swing of the pole. He tilted his head and scratched the back of his head with his free hand. “How is [Name] any different from Heather? What does she have on you?”

Gun twisted his neck gently until he heard a crack, looking back at Goo as he hissed with venom, “Nothing.”

“Let me think, let me think….” Goo hummed, racking his mind for any possibility that someone like Gun would stay with a woman longer than one night. His face lit up and he broke out into a wide grin, pointing a finger at Gun. “Aha! You got the poor girl knocked up, right?! See, I always tell you to wear protection! Just couldn’t keep it in your pants, hm? Shaaame.” 

“Ugh, fuck no. I don’t want kids and neither does she. We made that clear at the beginning," Gun said with a sneer, annoyed beyond comprehension at Goo's antics. 

“Awe, I really thought she held something over you. How about this: I’ll stop fighting you if you tell me why you’re still with such a pretty girl like [Name]? Deal?" Goo offered, slinging the pole onto his shoulder. His eyes darkened as he spat maliciously, knowing each word would wind and rile Gun's emotions. "She deserves better than a perverted gangster, you both know that.”

Gun stayed silent, the corners of his lips tugging down into a frown. Goo’s last words struck a chord in him, sending a pang through his heart upon hearing an insecurity he’ll never admit to. Of course. Everyone told you to stay away from a man like Gun. People kept telling you you will only get hurt in the end, that a better man will come along and sweep you off your feet if you just waited, or you could always do better than him. But you never listened. You stayed by his side, even when the whole world looked down on you two. Even for months, he tried convincing himself he felt nothing for you, but after a while, he finally accepted that someone managed to tear down his walls and enter his hollow, cold heart — you. 

You were just a different kind of girl - no- a different kind of woman. A special woman he had the pleasure of meeting. One he wouldn’t dare let go of now that he has the privilege of calling you ‘mine’. And by any god out there, he won’t be a stupid fool to lose you.

Gun sighed. “I tell you and you’ll put this stupid fight behind us, right?”

Goo placed a hand over his chest, replying shortly, “You have my word.~”

“[Name] is just that special person you meet once in your life. One you know you can’t let go of because there isn’t another like her. Simple as that.”

“What?! Ugh, don’t be boring! Tell me more!”

“You asked why I  stayed with her and I told you.”

“Yeah, but I expected a story, not some sad attempt at an old man’s wise words.”

A low guttural sound rumbled in Gun’s throat, his eye twitching. “Maybe when I’m in a better mood I’ll tell you, but if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with my woman.”

Goo groaned and tossed his pole to the side, rolling his eyes and grumbling, "Fiiine, but you owe me a story. "

"Whatever—damnit," Gun looked at the clock once again and his face contorted into one of pure irate. "I'm late."

'8:12 PM'

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Your head rested on your hand, balancing a glass of wine between your fingers, twirling the cup as the liquid swished around. Your eyes were looking down on the glory of Gangdong, the shimmering, blinding lights of the city mesmerizing you. The city always looked beautiful at this time of night. You just wished you could enjoy it with the person you cherished. A sigh leaves your lips and you look away, eyes trailing to the other tables over the balcony. 

The lingering eyes of many strange men didn't faze you anymore, the two burly boys surrounding your table always making them avert their gaze as fast as it landed. A courtesy of your boyfriend, who was at least thirteen minutes late, who insisted on you needing to be guarded at all times. You knew if he were here, no one would dare to even breathe in your direction, let alone glance. 

The cool air pricked your skin and a shiver passed through your body, reminding you of where you were. For a man as smart as him, Gun tended to neglect keeping the season in mind when planning your dates. Nonetheless, you were happy he went out of his way to take you out on such a busy schedule. 

You jumped in your seat, snapping out of your thoughts. A jacket was wrapped around your frame, warmth immediately enveloping you as the fabric made contact with your bare skin. You looked up and smiled. 

Gun stood behind you, towering over your sitting form as he made sure you were nice and covered. His coat basically swallowed you whole. A small stuffed animal was tucked under his arm, it’s fluffy fur peeking out. He walked over to take his seat, pulling the chair out, and wasting no time to slip in. He waved to the guards and they nodded, beginning to clear the scene of people.

“Sorry I’m late, [Name],” Gun started, taking the stuffie out from underneath his arm and presenting it to you. Oh, how adorable. "I brought you a gift as an apology."

A small brown otter sat in his palms, barely taking up Gun's hands. It’s beady, plastic eyes looked straight at you, a little smile stitched onto its snout. A snort left you. The sight of such a well-dressed, intimidating man carrying such an adorable toy was  amusing. "Really now? Just a cute toy, Gun?"

Gun sighed and sat up a bit from his chair, leaning over the table, and cupping your face as he planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. As quick as it started, Gun's lips left and he was seated once again. You pout. "Don't give me that look, [Name]. We can do more at home if you want but not here."

"It's not wrong to be disappointed in no kiss on the mouth after not seeing your boyfriend for such a long time. Don't you think I deserve it?"

Gun smirked, placing his shades on the table and taking your hand, intertwining your fingers together. He gave a light squeeze and you didn't miss a beat as you squeezed his coarse hand back. The way you pursed your lips and looked at him with such glossy, innocent eyes made his heart swell. With such a pretty, cute face, it was hard to say no to you. "Hmm, maybe. But Olly told me you crossed paths with Hostel A." Gun spoke, slipping his hands from yours and picking up his dinnerware, quickly cutting the savory meat into pieces. He didn't hesitate to put a piece up to your mouth, a hand underneath so as to not have the juice leak. "I was told you nearly broke the Uncles' bones and Big Daddy himself."

Your face scrunched up and you scoffed, shaking your head. You placed the stuffed animal to the side, petting it. "Figured those assholes wouldn’t tell you everything. The ‘uncles’ wouldn’t leave me alone and I thought Olly was another one of those bastards,” you snap, sitting back in your seat with a scowl. “How was I supposed to know he was trying to help when he dresses like that? I thought he was trying to assault me for God’s sake!”

Gun placed down his fork on his plate and his face twisted into one of fury, eyes turning cold and rigid as all the warmth disappeared whilst his lips curled back into a nasty frown. You almost thought his infamous scowl was directed towards you, but you knew better. You dear boyfriend wouldn't dare lay a single finger on you if it didn't bring you pleasure. "They what?" 

You smiled softly, placing your hand over his as it clenched into a fist. With your small attempt at trying to soothe him by rubbing small circles, you spoke with a bit of hesitation, "Ah, yeah. They kept trying to get my number and wouldn't let me leave the booth I was in. I had no other choice than to use the training you taught me. Since I never met Olly, I really thought he was just another one of them and I reacted before thinking, making me attack him too."

Gun scoffed, shaking his head as he listened to your explanation with disbelief, every word fueling his rage of someone daring to hit on his woman. Every fiber in Gun's body screamed, wanting to feel their skin underneath his fists as he pounded them into oblivion. But the only thing stopping him was his date with you. For now, he'll put his anger aside to be with you and keep you happy. Who knows how long he'll be gone and when he'll see you again. The man has to make every second count. 

Yet, he couldn’t let this go unpunished.

"Fuck." Gun leans closer to you and sits on the edge of his chair. Placing his hand over yours, he slips his fingers to grasp your palm, and lifts your hand to his lips, pressing tender kisses against your knuckles. His thumb grazing softly across your fingers and his eyes flutter shut. You couldn't help but stare in awe, never quite seeing him like this.

So careful with you, so gentle, you were surprised he wasn't seething in his seat and threatening to break their heads open. Gun opens his eyes and looks up at you, shaking in his seat. “I promise I’ll have those fuckers begging on their knees for your forgiveness. They should know better than to treat a woman with such rudeness and disrespect. Shit, I’ll go right now. I’ll beat them till-”

Your sweet laugh reaches his ears, cutting him off from his little speech. You lean in and pull in his hand to your lips, pressing a tender peck to his coarse knuckles. Gun felt his heart race and skip a beat at the sight, shock crossing his features. You look up, looking at your boyfriend with mirthful eyes. “As much fun as that sounds, I'd rather you stay here. Please? I want to spend as much time with you before you go back to work.”

The man stayed silent for a few seconds, taking in your words. He looked away, clicking his tongue before he broke out into a small smile, a blush blooming across his cheeks and the tip of his ears burning a bright red. “Of course, [Name]. Though, you could’ve just said you like spending time with me.”

Giggling, you lower your hands and shake your head. “Gun, of course I like spending time with you. You’re my favorite person and I love you after all.” Your voice said those three words with such fondness, it’s as if the man was in a dream. 

If your words from before didn’t send Gun over the edge, your proclamation of love surely did now. He looked down, grinning like an idiot, showing a soft, bashful side he’s never revealed to anyone before. He swore his heart would jump out of his throat from how fast it was pounding against his ribcage. Gun grasped your hand tightly and sighed blissfully, Gently, he spoke, gazing at you with loving eyes, “I love you too.”

You smiled.

The tension in the air grew to be too much and both of you found it unbearable, wanting to do what both of you have been waiting for for weeks.

Both of you sat up and leaned over the table, closing the gap between you two as your lips interlocked, slipping together like if you were made for eachother. The kiss sparked and fed the fire both of you held in your hearts, burning brighter with every moment you spent at one another’s side. Gun couldn’t help but smile against your mouth.

As much as he hated being apart from you for so long, moments like these made the long hours worth it. If working so much meant he could provide for you, then he wouldn't mind doing it for the rest of his life if you had a roof over your head and a nice, warm meal at night.

Afterall, you were his woman.

And he loved you.

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©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 .

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[noteguk]

just a taste | kth | m

— summary; in which Werewolf!Taehyung really, really loves eating you out. 

— warnings; mentions of wet dreams, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), dry humping, Tae cumming in his pants, overstimulation, werewolf!tae x human!reader, hugedick!tae, this is pretty much pwp

— words; 2.5k

Part of you knew what was coming when your boyfriend woke you up in the middle of the afternoon, after you had explicitly asked him to let you sleep in peace. 

The last weeks in your office had been hell: too many spreadsheets to fill, too many late-night shifts and, just to top it all off, too many annoying coworkers talking too much about too little. You were basically being fueled by coffee and rage by that point and, just to be sure that you would make good use of your day off, you made yourself clear to Taehyung. He only had your permission to wake you up in case of an emergency — house on fire, near death experience, natural disaster. Things like that. 

He nuzzled against your neck, his back pressing firmly against you as his arm slithered over your waist, holding you in place. “Babe, I’m so horny,” he moaned, the outline of his cock traveling between your asscheecks as he slowly thrusted upwards, trying to find some friction. 

Which was totally not an emergency. 

You were almost fully awake at that point, your mind throwing itself back in place as you felt his hardness roll against you once more, a deep groan leaving his mouth at the sensation of your soft butt against him. 

“Taehyung, I asked you to let me sleep. I’m tired,” you mumbled. 

“But you smell so good,” he grunted, his hand flying to the hem of your shorts and opening its button. You could tell, by how quickly he moved, that he was thinking of doing that for some time now. “I just know that you’re soaked, baby. I need to have a taste, please.” 

Your cheeks flared up at his words, a rush of adrenaline taking over your body. Just like that, you were suddenly reminded of the filthy dream that was plaguing your head before he dragged you out of your slumber — you couldn’t quite recall the details, but you knew that it involved Taehyung fucking you, and that was all that mattered. 

A small movement of your legs against each other was all that you needed to notice the wetness that had pooled between them, sticking your underwear to your pussy and showing you that your fantasies had overflowed to the real world. So that was what he was talking about when he said you smelled good. 

When Taehyung was out of his “phase of the month”, as he said so himself, he almost never showed any signs of being a werewolf. Save for moments like that, when he was able to smell how wet you were from across the house, and started to hump you like he was in heat, unable to stop himself. 

You bit back a moan as his large cock throbbed against you, a deep grunt leaving his lips at the feeling. If you didn’t let him taste you, you knew that he would just hump you until he came in his pants. It wouldn’t be the first, and probably not the last time that something like that happened. Not that you were complaining. 

“Please, please, baby,” he tried again, more eager this time. His voice was high-pitched, mellowy and pleading, and his hips kept grinding against your ass like an animal as he buried his nose against the crook of your neck. “I need to taste you. I’m going fucking crazy.” 

And how could you deny something like that? Fuck your day off. You could blow off the steam in other, more pleasurable ways. 

“It’s all yours,” you said. 

He sighed in relief. “Thank you, babe.” 

Before you could even realize what was going on, Taehyung was manhandling you, turning you around and dropping you with your back against the mattress. You bounced on it a bit as he adjusted himself between your legs, eyes stuck to the way your shorts had curled up your thighs. The lust in his gaze was so intense that you almost whimpered at the view, watching as he licked his lips before, at last, hooking his fingers around the hem and harshly pulling your piece of clothing down. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, lowering his body. Taehyung pressed his nose against your cunt, sharply inhaling your underwear, fingers growing tighter around your thighs. He let out a deep grunt.  “You smell so fucking amazing, baby. Is this all for me?”

“Everything,” you agreed, watching as he bit his lips, sighing at the confession. “I was dreaming about you, Tae.” 

“Yeah?” He asked, fingers moving under the hem of your panties, playing with it for a while. His touch was feverish against your skin, his sharp canines poking against his lip. Another glimpse at his eyes was all that you needed to see that his pupils were blown out, focused and lust-filled, his mind going a hundred miles per hour. God, he really was turned on. “What did you dream about?” 

“I don’t remember much,” you confessed, “all that I know is that you were fucking me.” 

He hummed, taking another deep breath against the cotton of your underwear. Taehyung’s mouth was salivating at that point, and you didn’t know how he didn’t tear the piece of clothing from you yet. “Don’t worry, baby,” he said, “I’m gonna refresh your memory.” 

As Taehyung removed your panties, he gasped at the delicious sight of your wetness sticking to it, leaving a translucent trail behind. Hunger was evident on his face as his eyes focused on your soaked pussy, his mind spinning with the scent that had hit him like a tidal wave. 

Before he even touched you, he inhaled deeply once again, allowing for your aroma to fill his lungs, overtaking his mind. Taehyung loudly groaned in satisfaction as his tongue licked a path up your wetness, moving between your folds, his digits digging to the flesh of your thighs at the contact. You watched as his eyes fluttered shut, mouth aggressively eating you out as he caught every drop of your wetness that he could find, swallowing everything. 

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he mumbled, leaning in to lick you again. The sensation of his lips and tongue against your soaked pussy was filthy, making you buckle up your lips at the contact, hands flying to his hair. “I could eat you out all day, baby. You’re making me so fucking horny.” 

You bit your lip, fingers yanking at his hair, silently begging for more. Taehyung moaned at the feeling, taking that as his cue to return to your center. 

His voice vibrated against your pussy as he groaned, soaking two of his fingers inside you. “My baby’s so tight,” he praised, unaware that he was speaking out loud. Taehyung’s face was one of pure, lewd concentration — with his lips swollen and mouth coated by your juices; hooded eyes following the coming and going of his fingers. “I still don’t know how you can take my cock.” 

At the thought of his member, you whined out, walls clenching around him — an event that didn’t pass unnoticed by his part. Taehyung’s cock was huge, courtesy of his werewolf genes, and the desperate need to have him stretching you out, filling every part of you, was just as sudden as it was unbearable. 

“You liked that, baby?” Taehyung teased, slowing his movements so he could see the effect that he had on you. He was breathing hard, gasping for air as his member pulsated at the sight of you, so gorgeous and needy, coming apart just by being finger fucked. “You like when I talk about my big cock? When I fill you up with it?” 

You could only muster the strength to nod, back arching at the feeling of his mouth coming back to lick your clit, tongue slithering around your sensitive spot again and again, tracing invisible circles on you. Taehyung moaned at your taste once more, sinking his head closer to your pussy, aching for more of your wetness. 

After another deep breath, he moved his head back so he could speak. “Fuck, you really like my cock,” he said. With every gasp and cry from you, he felt himself getting impossibly harder, already leaking inside his pants. Taehyung would love to bend you over and fuck you raw against the bed, but he was too distracted by your scent to think that far ahead. “But not right now, baby. I need to eat you out first.” 

Shaky, you cried out his name as he approached your entrance, not hesitating before he was back on working on it, swiftly replacing his fingers with his tongue. Your legs trembled at the sensation, feet finding solace against the mattress as you hung tighter onto his head, rolling your hips against his face. Taehyung almost cried out at the feeling, adoring how you pushed him closer to your pussy, forcing him to lick you more, taste you with more attention. 

His hands moved to your legs, keeping you in place so he could explore every single spot of your heat. Everything he could think about was you: your saccharine taste, the heavenly smell of your arousal, the softness of your thighs against him. You were the air that he breathed, the moans that he heard, the sweetness that was running in his veins. Taehyung was going insane — his cock already so heavy and swollen against his pants, his hips thrusting against the bed in an attempt to relieve the pleasure that was infesting his veins, unable to come out. 

“Taehyung, that’s so good,” you whined, heartbeat drumming inside your ears. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing as your release grew closer, thighs starting to shake under the weight to your upcoming orgasm. Taehyung, however, was relentless, only quickening his movements, too lost between your legs to care about the mess you had turned into. “God, don’t stop, I’m so close.” 

With that, he returned to his previous mission, determined to lick every drop of your arousal. Taehyung’s hands were like anchors against your hips, pressing you down against the mattress and his mouth sucked on your clit, twirling his tongue against it again and again. Every once in a while, he stopped what he was doing just to dive a bit lower, savoring on the wetness that was running out of you. 

He swallowed everything with intense delight, his eyes closing in euphoria every time you pressed yourself closer to him. The room was filled with nasty sounds — your moans, Taehyung’s grunts, the clicking of his mouth against you — and that was all that he knew. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you warned, but he already knew that. He could feel you clenching around his tongue, the muscles of your legs shaking in a silent desperation. “God, Tae, you’re so good at this.” 

Taehyung moaned at your praise, placing his two fingers back inside your pussy as his mouth focused solely on sucking your clit. He couldn’t even think about anything else, for he was getting closer to his own relief as well. 

You hissed as Taehyung started spreading his fingers inside you, stretching you out. Your mind was too far gone by that point, you had turned into a babbling mess, trying to keep two sounds together before they just turned into another gasp, or maybe a call of his name. “I’m coming, Tae.”

Taehyung swallowed everything you gave him as you came around his fingers, your walls pulsating in waves of pleasure and hands tugging at his hair. He could feel himself going crazy at the lewd sounds you made for him, his enlarged cock throbbing at the thought that it was all for him. 

As your high moved away from you, the feeling of his tongue stopped being pleasurable and started getting a bit too much. You winced as he continued to lick you, ignoring your high-pitched yelps for him to cease his movements. “Tae, stop, I’m—“

“More,” he groaned, hips desperately pressing down on the bed. His nails were digging against your flesh, keeping your shaky legs in place for him — as open as they possibly could be— as he sought his own high. “More, baby, I need just a bit more.” 

Ragged breaths left your mouth as Taehyung continued to eat you out, grunting and moaning at your delicious taste. 

“Taehyung,” you whimpered, “it’s too much.” 

“You can take it, baby,” he told you, voice hoarse and coated by lust. He was fucking himself against the mattress so hard that you knew he was getting closer, and the need to have him fucking you that way made your walls clench around his fingers. “That’s it, baby, you’re so good. Give me more, please.” 

You were unable to stop yourself as you came a second time, gushing against his mouth as another wave of euphoria washed over you. And that was all that he needed. 

Taehyung came with a hoarse moan against your pussy, his cock throbbing inside his pants as he relieved his cum, spilling all over himself as he continued to hump the bed, licking every ounce of your juices as he cried out in bliss. The scene was absolutely erotic, and you would’ve come again if you weren’t already so sensitive under his touches. 

He exhaled slowly and gave you one last lick, from your entrance all the way to your clit, before he moved away from your pussy. You followed his fingers as Taehyung took them to his mouth, sucking on the final drops of your wetness. “Hmmm, so good,” he praised, closing his eyes to focus on the taste. “Your pussy is so delicious, baby, I can’t hold back.” 

Automatically, your eyes darted towards his pants, where a large wet spot had accumulated, his white cum started to drip through the thin fabric. More than that, a hush of need ran through your veins as you saw his cock, still so hard and heavy, pressing against it, begging for your attention. 

Oh. It was one of those days. 

Another thing with werewolves, at least from your own experience, was that, sometimes, they got so turned on that they just couldn’t stop after the first time. You couldn’t even recall all the times that Taehyung had fucked you again and again, sometimes not even stopping after he came, because one time just wasn’t enough — so hard and deep that he got you seeing stars by the time your orgasm washed over you again, crying out as he continued to spill inside you, filling you with his cum, just to do it again. It was so animalistic, so devoid of reason, that the thought made your walls clench around nothing. 

Often that happened when Taehyung was close to his shifting, but apparently your scent had got him so riled up that it didn’t matter at that point. His cock was still hard, impossibly big as he leaned in to kiss you, making you taste your own sweetness as he pressed down on you, making you feel the weight of his member against your pussy. 

“Baby,” he gasped against your lips, his hips already starting to roll against you, “I’m still so horny, I need more.” 

Yeah, it was going to be a long day.