#and idk i feel like he’d be responsive to the little desperation and asking for it etc

[roseguided-arch]

@trapton ASKED, ❝ 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖? ❞ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 almost a comforting feeling & not one clara was unfamiliar with. however , as of right now , pesky cloths seem to be separating their skin from touching one another. something , especially in her moment of rising need , clara found extremely annoying. something she had made known by the tugging away of his tie , the way her fingers itched to undo the various buttons of her shirt. ( clara tended to be a needy thing in situations like this. she wanted to feel his skin against her own , she wanted to feel the pressure of his palm or the press or his lips. she likes the closeness as well of soft or rough touches. she always has , but she’s impatient & doesn’t take kindly to teasing. ) ; lips had decidedly attached themselves against the underside of william’s jaw while arms snaked around him & a hand slid easily against his hair. nails scraping the scalp ever so lightly. his question is whispered against the shell of her ear , eyes closing for a moment while lips removed themselves from his skin. clara noticed the faint smudge of her lipstick there. ❛ i’ve never wanted something more , darling , ❜ spoken with a sense of a grin to her tone, seductively even. hips can’t help a small wiggle against him—further challenging. ❛ please. ❜ asked softly , only a little desperate.

[screampied]

i have an idea :]

ok so i always see people asking for gentle/needy/desperate choso. and i love it, but…

what about unassumingly ruthless choso? reader doesn’t know what she’s getting into? reader is cocky and gets humbled FAST? idk i just…

👉👈

❤︎ ໋𓈒 choso who puts his cute bratty gf in her place

warnings. fem! reader, attempted brat taming, doggystyle, big dick choso, unprotected.

you’ve always been one to push his buttons, mainly because he always made it so easy.

choso was as intimidating as a kitten, whenever you’d tease him he’d always keep composure or restrain himself.

briefly smiling nervously, kissing your wrist and telling you to be a good girl and wait until you each return home.

but one day, he kind of just snaps…

he takes you home from shopping nearly all day with you, and you were enthusiastically ecstatic. you wondered what he’d do this time, but your thoughts were no match for what he had initially planned. to put it brief, choso had you laid on the bed on all fours. he’s drilling ruthlessly into your pussy and you’re just…speechless. choso’s so handsy, every few seconds he’d spank your ass to hear you whine out his name—in such two slutty syllables.

“c-choso..” you’d moan, the left side of your cheek attached practically to the silk bed sheets as if it was velcro.

“shh, no talkin, princess,” he grunts, and you could hear the slight whine picking up his voice before he stops himself. “i-i have to be more stern with you it seems. can’t always be so nice, gotta humble you just a little bit, fuck.”

if it was a word to perfectly describe you right now, at this particular moment…it would for sure be…dumbfounded.

you couldn’t see yourself but you’d bet money you looked stupid.

choso’s dick was so lengthy, appetizing and hitting every spot with just the tiniest amount of pressures his thrusts had you gnawing on the inside of your cheek with your toes curling tightly.

“what’s the matter? no more attitude?” he huffs, tilting his head to move some remaining strands that were starting to occlude his vision.

“i-if you’re gonna be rough, at least go h—”

“…oh, baby, you’re jus’ asking for it by this point.” he murmurs, wiping his forehead with the back of his palm.

your eyes rolls at feeling the very tips the curve of choso’s cock kiss against your folds. so deep, his thrusts were sloppy. purely responsible for the squelched that continuously sang throughout the room.

choso grabs onto both of your waist, and you moan once he’s just dragging your hips back and forth against him, making sure you feel every thick inch of his.

“do me a favor ‘n arch your back more,” immensely, you do—your body responds to choso with such a quickness it was simply humiliating. “good girl….now,” and you barely recognize choso’s voice. usually it’s so sweet and tender, now it was rough and a bit husky, a rasp hidden underneath each sentence he spoke.

needless to say, you found this version of choso to be quite hot.

“wait,” he pauses, pausing the mood with his own cute stammer in his voice, back to normal. “not goin' to rough, am i? i want you to be comfortable and-”

“baby, ‘m fine. keep fucking me please.” you pleaded, feeling his hips stutter as he was in the middle of talking. even trying to keep up a act, he still wanted to make sure you were okay—choso simpers to himself, caressing your ass before spanking it yet another time.

“okay okay,” he hums. his hips pick up again and you’re basically being pounded into the bed. the grip he had on your hips wasn’t too rough but just the perfect amount.

choso’s breathing starts to pick up, and he enjoys the view of you more than he thought he would. his head goes back, along with his let down hair before he pivots his hips a certain way. your pussy clamped down against him and you hear his jaw clench in pleasure. “…shit.”

your legs quavered beneath him, and he then used a hand to bring both of your wrists behind your back. “j-just like that choso, please, please.”

“baby, you’re not supposed to be praising me,” he pouts, and you giggle before moaning again — a sudden moment occurs where you thickly swallow, only to continue your sweet whimpers. “this was s-supposed to be a punishment.”

“so punish me then.” you mewled, your cunt easily hugs him like a vice, the noise it makes, a wet pop and you’re just soaked. choso’s ears grows hot from the feeling and he knows you can feel it too.

he sighs, shoving you further into the bed. “you’re something else.” and his voice grows low and pitched again—yet choso does the unexpected. he leans right into you, and you instantaneously feel the heel of his foot press against the very back of your head.

he wore socks, the soft padded wool brushes against your neck, and he’s roughly driving into your pussy now to where you can’t even saying anything.

all that came out of your dumb mouth was a squeal, this angle…

“let me have you,” he grunts, balls deep, his base was thick and repeatedly thwacked against your entrance. you were dizzy…drunk, but not that kind of drunk. the good kind where all you could think about was how good you were getting stuffed by your boyfriend’s hefty cock. “yeah, just lie down and let me—fuck.”

you’re panting, and it felt so good.

choso was always used to being gentle and tender with you, although if you wanted him to be a little rougher, he was more than happy to oblige.

“i-i’m gonna cum, choso… gonna make me cum.”

“don’t think you deserve it, he utters, and your lips part, jaw dropping, plethora of sweetened moans only escaping as a subtle response. “you’ve been teasing me all day. even started to stroke me in the dressing room.”

“s-sorry.” you moaned.

choso remains with his foot near the back of your head before pursing his eyebrows together. “you’re not sorry are you, baby? be honest.”

“n—no,” you whined, the thickness of his shaft twitching inside of you felt so heavenly. you could have sworn you felt a vein that ran down his length pulse inside of your tight cunt. “you’re right, you’re right, ‘m not s-sorry.”

he chuckles. “you could have just lied, you know?”

choso’s angle and thrusts against you were so pivotal inside you, so astonishingly deep that not even moments later you end up cumming hard. leaving a ring around his base. your breathing was irregular and heavy, eyes half-lidded and just convulsing underneath him.

“messy girl,” he whispers, pulling out, not even caring that he didn’t finish, all that matters was that you did. choso turns you over before planting a kiss on your lips—you pull him in for another, and another, before you make him trample onto you. “did you learn your lesson?”

“no,” you moaned, sitting up before lightly shoving him down on his back, straddling his lap now. “i want more.”

choso smirks, sliding a hand down your waist, fully disregarding his flustered face at seeing you attempt to take control. “of course you do, brat.”

[loveesiren]

𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖬𝗒 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 (𝖯𝗍. 1)

Choi Seunghyun x reader x Kwon Jiyong | Masterlist

a/n: Yay! Here is part one of this angsty, terrible series I'm writing. This one is a bit of a roller coaster and idk why I'm putting my babies through this 😭 As always, I am in no way shape or form trying to convey that TOP and GD are like this in real life. I have an immense amount of love and respect for them and I am simply using them as characters in this story.

synopsis: Hate fucking G-Dragon wasn't your proudest moment. I mean, you kept coming back for more right? But what happens when his best friend suddenly takes an interest in you...

warnings: angst, mentions of smut

wc: 2.4k+

You couldn’t remember exactly when this all started—only that it had been a collision waiting to happen. One drunken night, a heated argument with Jiyong had turned into something neither of you could take back. You still recalled the fire in his eyes, the way his fingers had wrapped around your throat before slamming you against the wall. His lips had crashed against yours, all fury and desperation, his hands roaming your body like he needed to claim every inch of you. Your legs had locked around his waist, his name spilling from your lips between breathless moans as he fucked you against the cool surface. He had buried his face in your tits, groaning with every ragged thrust, his anger bleeding into something darker, something insatiable.

And that’s how it had been for the last six months—rage, resentment, and raw, reckless lust. The fights never stopped, but neither did the sex. The bruises on your skin from his grip always faded just in time for new ones to take their place. It was a secret, one that weighed heavy on your conscience. You hated Jiyong, and he hated you. That was the rule. It was just meaningless, hate-filled sex.

But then, everything changed.

Choi Seunghyun was the opposite of Jiyong in every way. Where Jiyong was sharp edges and biting words, Seunghyun was warmth and patience. He greeted you every morning with a soft smile, a cup of coffee waiting in his hand just for you. He asked about your day, listened intently when you spoke, made you feel seen in a way you hadn't in so long. You found yourself looking forward to those moments, the easy conversations, the way he treated you like you were worth something more than just fleeting pleasure.

And then came Valentine's Day.

Seunghyun stood before you, a bouquet of roses in one hand, a cliché heart-shaped box of chocolates in the other. His expression was shy, almost uncertain as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“There’s, uhm… this new restaurant that just opened up,” he said, his voice hesitant. “I thought maybe we could try it? Together?”

Your heart clenched, your breath catching in your throat.

You knew he liked you. You had felt it in the way he looked at you, in the way he lingered just a little longer whenever he spoke to you. But you never thought he’d actually do something about it. Not when you practically worked for him. 

You stared at the flowers, your mind racing for a response. From the corner of the room, Jiyong sat frozen, his normally unreadable expression cracked wide open. His lips parted slightly, his eyes dark, unblinking as he watched the moment unfold.

You liked Seunghyun. A lot.

But you had been hate-fucking his best friend for months.

“I-uhm…”

Seunghyun’s face faltered for a second before he quickly masked it with a polite smile. “You don’t have to. I mean, you probably already have plans. Just—just forget I asked. Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.”

He turned to walk away, the blush on his cheeks deepening, but something in you refused to let him leave.

“Wait!” The word slipped out before you could stop it. You barely recognized the sound of your own voice. “I-I’d love to actually…”

Seunghyun’s expression lit up like the sun breaking through storm clouds. “Really? Great! I’ll pick you up at eight?”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you smiled—genuine, unforced. “Sounds great.”

Seunghyun walked away with a barely concealed skip in his step, leaving you standing there, the scent of roses still fresh in the air.

And then the moment shattered.

Jiyong scoffed, the sound slicing through the silence like a blade. You had almost forgotten he was there. Almost.

He sauntered toward you, plucking a single rose from the bouquet and twirling it between his fingers. His lips curled into something cruel, something wounded. “You’re really gonna go out with my best friend? After spending the last six months screaming my name?”

“Shut up, Jiyong,” you snapped, turning away. You didn’t want to have this conversation.

But he wasn’t done. “No, really, I’m curious. You trying to work your way through the whole band, or just the ones closest to me?”

Your blood boiled. “It’s not like that!”

“Oh? Then tell me, what is it like?” He stepped closer, his breath warm against your skin. His voice dropped lower, rougher. “You gonna let him touch you the way I do? Gonna let him fuck you the way I do?”

“I actually like Seunghyun.” The words were out before you could stop them.

Something flickered in Jiyong’s eyes. Something you’d never seen before. His jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring. “We fucked this morning, Y/N,” he bit out, his voice barely above a growl. “This morning.”

You held his gaze, your hands tightening into fists at your sides. “Well, that was the last time.”

You turned on your heel, walking away without another word.

Jiyong’s chest heaved, his hands trembling at his sides. The moment the door shut behind you, he grabbed the glass of water you had left on the table and hurled it against the wall.

The sound of shattering glass filled the empty room.

-

You were the band’s lead stylist, for Christ’s sake. You could dress five grown men in elaborate stage outfits without breaking a sweat, yet here you were, standing in the middle of your bedroom, drowning in rejected dresses. The floor was littered with fabric, discarded options that just didn’t sit right, clinging too tightly in the wrong places or making you feel like a stranger in your own skin. Frustration bubbled in your chest as you yanked yet another dress over your head and then tossing it aside with a huff.

Why was this so hard?

Because this wasn’t just any date.

It was a date with Seunghyun.

Your stomach twisted at the thought. You wanted to look perfect tonight, wanted everything to be effortless, elegant. You wanted to be soft in a way you hadn’t been allowed to be in a long time.

But deep down, a bitter little voice whispered that maybe you didn’t deserve this kind of good.

The ghost of Jiyong’s touch still lingered on your skin—hot, possessive, sinful. Just this morning, his hands had been on you, gripping your thighs, your waist, his lips dragging down your neck as if branding you. The shame of it burned through your chest. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

Seunghyun and Jiyong had been best friends since they were kids. This whole situation felt like a betrayal waiting to happen.

But then there was Seunghyun himself—kind, gentle, thoughtful. The type of man you’d once dreamed of, back before your life had been tangled in the mess of lust and hate. He was the kind of man who took his time, who cherished, who actually cared. And more than anything, you liked him.

And you didn’t like Jiyong. 

…Right?

Jiyong was infuriating, arrogant, selfish. He pushed all your buttons, knew exactly how to set your blood on fire. That’s what fueled it, wasn’t it? The hatred, the push and pull, the way you loathed the very sight of him until you were pinned beneath him, gasping his name.

It wasn’t real. It wasn’t love. It was nothing.

You exhaled sharply, forcing the thoughts from your head. Your fingers smoothed down the black dress that hugged your curves, the sleek fabric clinging in just the right places. It was classy, yet undeniably sexy. This was the one.

You slipped on your black heels, threw on a matching cardigan, and checked yourself one last time in the mirror. A final touch of gloss on your lips, a quick fix of your hair—then the doorbell rang.

Your heart leapt.

You swallowed hard, inhaling deeply before hurrying to the door. When you pulled it open, the sight of Seunghyun standing there sent warmth through your chest. He looked effortlessly handsome, dressed in a dark suit, a soft grin tugging at his lips.

“Seunghyun! Hi!” you greeted, your smile bright but nervous.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he said smoothly, pulling something from behind his back—a single black dahlia. “Jiyong said these were your favorite.”

The breath hitched in your throat.

Jiyong.

Your fingers froze before hesitantly reaching for the flower. “Jiyong told you that?”

Seunghyun nodded, looking at you expectantly. “Yeah, he said you mentioned it once, that you love dahlias. Did he get it wrong?” His voice was light, playful, but his brows furrowed slightly, as if sensing your hesitation.

You forced yourself to push the unease away, offering him a smile. “No… he got it right. I do love them. Especially black ones.” You ran your fingers gently over the petals. “Thank you, Seunghyun. It’s beautiful.”

But your mind was already spinning.

Why the hell would Jiyong tell him that? Had they talked about this date? What else had Jiyong said? Was he trying to sabotage you? Or was this his way of reminding you—of digging his claws in and making sure you never truly forgot about him?

“Ready to go?” Seunghyun’s voice pulled you back to the present.

You blinked, shaking the thoughts away. “Yeah! Let me just grab my purse.”

You set the flower down carefully on the table in the entryway before grabbing your bag and stepping out into the night.

-

The car ride was quiet, but comfortable. Seunghyun didn’t push conversation, choosing instead to let the soft hum of music fill the space between you. The city lights blurred past outside the window, and for the first time all day, you felt yourself relax.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Seunghyun was a perfect gentleman, stepping out first and opening the door for you. He offered his arm as he led you inside, giving his name to the host.

Almost immediately, you were ushered to a private dining room.

The scene was breathtaking—dim lighting, flickering candles, a pristine white tablecloth and delicate wine glasses. It was intimate, romantic in a way that sent warmth creeping up your neck.

“Wow, Seunghyun…” You turned in awe, drinking in the effort he had put into this. “This is… this is beautiful.”

His lips quirked into a pleased smile. “I’m glad you like it.”

He moved to pull out your chair for you, and you found yourself smiling as you sat. When he took his seat across from you, he grabbed the bottle of wine, pouring for both of you before lifting his glass.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, his gaze warm.

You chuckled softly, clinking your glass against his. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

As the night went on, conversation flowed effortlessly. He was easy to talk to, his voice soothing, his words thoughtful. He spoke about art, about music, and you found yourself telling him about your passion for fashion in a way you hadn’t in a long time. There was no competition here, no venom, no tension like there always was with Jiyong.

By the time the date ended, he walked you to your front door, lingering for just a moment before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you for tonight,” he murmured.

You bit your lip, watching as he walked away, a giddy warmth blooming in your chest. You wanted more, but you liked that he didn’t rush. That he wasn’t like—

You opened the door to your apartment, stepping inside.

And then your stomach dropped.

“How’d it go?”

The voice sent ice down your spine.

Jiyong was sitting on your couch, the flickering light from the TV casting sharp shadows across his face.

Your smile vanished instantly. “How the hell did you get in here?”

He smirked, holding up a key. “I have a key to everyone’s place. I’m G-Dragon, remember?”

“I’m changing my locks,” you snapped.

He chuckled darkly, rising to his feet. “So? Did Seunghyun make you feel all warm and special inside?” His voice was laced with mockery, but beneath it, something else simmered.

“He’s respectful,” you shot back. “Not that you’d know anything about that.”

Jiyong stepped closer, his smirk widening. “Or maybe he’s just too shy.” His eyes flickered with something dangerous. “Me and him have always differed in that area.”

“Maybe I like him that way.”

His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, slow, teasing. “What you like, princess, is getting fucked. Hard. By me.”

You barely had a moment to react before Jiyong’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, tugging you forward with enough force to send you colliding against his chest. The scent of him—cigarettes, expensive cologne, and something distinctly Jiyong—swallowed you whole, making your knees weak before he even said a word.

His grip was firm, unyielding, his body heat seeping through the fabric of your dress. Your breath hitched as his other hand ghosted up your arm, trailing lightly over your shoulder before settling at the base of your neck, his thumb pressing just enough to make your pulse race. His voice was a whisper, a slow drag of smoke and sin against your lips.

“Tell me you’re not dripping for me right now.”

Your breath shuddered. You tried to will yourself into stillness, to force your body to resist the pull he had over you. But the way he looked at you—his dark eyes hooded, lips just barely parted—had your resolve cracking apart like fragile glass.

“I—I’m not…” The words barely made it past your lips, trembling and unsure.

Jiyong hummed, the sound low and knowing. His hand left your wrist, trailing lower, fingers brushing the hem of your dress. You knew what was coming, knew you should stop him—but you didn’t.

His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, slow and deliberate, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before sliding upward, pressing right where you were aching for him most.

Your body betrayed you.

He exhaled sharply, his smirk sharpening as he felt the undeniable heat and wetness pooling there. His lips ghosted the shell of your ear, voice dripping with amusement.

“Liar.”

Shame surged through you, burning hot and unrelenting. You should push him away. You should tell him to get the hell out.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you stood there, your body betraying you in the worst possible way. Your thighs clenched around his fingers involuntarily, your breath coming in shallow, needy little gasps.

Jiyong didn’t move, didn’t press further—he was waiting. Waiting for you to break first, to give in, to confirm what he already knew.

And you did.

“Maybe just…” Your voice came out weak, barely above a whisper. You swallowed, squeezing your eyes shut before forcing yourself to admit the inevitable. “Just one more time.”

The moment the words left your lips, his smirk deepened, satisfaction darkening his features.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his grip tightening before he crushed his lips against yours, consuming you whole.

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[chrattho1]

matt sturniolo blurb

craving

warnings: titty sucking,dry humping,sub!matt,clingy!matt (?) ,coming in pants,mentions of pussy eating idk,established relationship

inspired by this ask

matt doesn’t know what to do,doesn’t know if he should wake you up from your precious sleep so he can relieve himself of the agony he is in right now by just watching you sleep,or if he should go to the bathroom,rub one out and call it a night.

matt watches you move in your sleep,your tits pressed between your arms-almost falling off your silk shirt. he can clearly see your nipples trace outside the shirt,wanting nothing but to feel them-you see his hard on is not the only thing he wants to get rid off,he wants to feel you more than anything right now.

“baby?” matt spoke in his soft yet hoarse voice,trying to see if you will wake up to help him in some way.

“mhm” all it took was for him to call you out once before you responded in your sleep,eyes still closed shut.

“i need you—however-just help me please?” matt brings his hand to rest on yours,slightly shaking it to wake you.

you open your eyes,kind of,to look at his state-he is laid beside you,his eyes begging for something. his brows knitted in worry of your response.

“what do you want baby?” you spoke making him release a breath he didn’t realise he was holding in,matt’s hand that was rested on top of yours slowly but desperately reaches under your shirt,rubbing circles on your smooth skin,hoping you’d get the idea.

you scoot closer to him,encouraging him to do whatever it is that he wants. and he immediately drops his head down in your neck,laying hasten and desperate kisses everywhere,all over your neck down to your cleavage and back up again on your face-cheeks,nose,lips-just everywhere.

a small chuckle leaves your mouth,seeing him like this and he stops what he is doing,looks at you for a second before his cheeks start reddening,and a small smile on his face before he drops his head into the crook of your neck-he is embarrassed.

“aw baby its okay come here” you pull him closer,draping your legs over his,one of your legs between both of his thighs and one wrapped over his legs. you can feel his dick rubbing up against you.

matt is too embarrassed to pull himself up to look at you anymore,so you grab the hem of your shirt pulling it up in a swift motion,revealing your bare breasts. matt’s head snaps at your action.

you smirk at him and before you know it,his face is in your tits,kissing,sucking,nibbling doing everything that his mouth can possibly do.

your head falls back a little,your hands roam around in his hair occasionally pulling on some. matt moans and whimpers into your skin.

this is what he wanted,he wanted to kiss you all over,suck on your tits,this is what he was craving.

he worked his tongue like magic on your skin,the heat between your legs growing with each of his movements. you groan in wanting more friction.

“you’re so beautiful-” matt spoke between kissing and sucking,he kept whispering praises into your skin,paired with whimpers.

matt takes the liberty to start grinding on you slowly,his mouth never detaching itself from you. his hands find a way to your ass squeezing it through your pyjamas shorts.

he was so lost in your skin,didn’t even realise how many marks he’s left all over you,and how the pace he’d been grinding at had increased by alot. it was only when he heard you whimper loudly,he took his lips off of you to speak to you.

“so pretty—i can do this all day” matt said before crashing his lips on yours,his lips wet and swollen from all the sucking he did earlier, he holds onto your hips, humping you,his covered dick grazing your clit perfectly,making your eyes roll back.

“fuc-i cant-im gon” matt’s eye’s pressed closed,eyebrows knit,his grip on your hips tightening,and his movements sloppy as he crashes down with his orgasm. painting his pants and yours along with the bedsheet under.

his head falls on you,you can feel his fastened heart beat,and his heavy breaths.

matt pulls away,to look at you before realising how many hickeys and marks he’d all over your tits,neck and abdomen. he gasps slightly with his wide.

“shit baby-im sorry i didn’t even-” his eyes roam all over you before you shushed him,assuring him that its okay.a smile grows on his face.

“can you please sit on my face now? please? i’ll try not to cum in my pants this time” you giggle at his words,nodding.

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tai’s notes: divider by me but feel free to use it💋

[starrdream]

Caught red handed-part 2

Anakin Skywalker x f!reader summary: Confronting Anakin takes a turn.. includes: SMUT!!, cnc, idk what else I'm too tired part 1 here

You stood frozen, heat rushing to your face as realization crashed over you, causing you to go numb for a second.

Anakin Skywalker—the same one who made your blood boil, was in his room moaning and whimpering your name like a desperate man.

Not out of sadness. Not out of anger.

But out of something completely different.

Your throat went dry. Your heart pounded in your ears as you strained to hear the sounds again, as if some sick, twisted part of you needed confirmation.

Another low groan, followed by a shaky breath.

Your stomach twisted into knots, a mixture of shock, disbelief, and something else you refused to name.

Was he really getting off to just the thought of you?

The weight of the situation pressed down on you, but instead of walking away like you knew you should, you found yourself stepping closer, drawn in by some irresistible force.

You could leave now and pretend you never heard any of this. But where was the fun in that?

A smirk tugged at your lips. If Skywalker wanted to fantasize about you, maybe it was time you gave him something real to think about.

You raised your hand and rapped your knuckles against the cracked open door. It was like he couldn't wait to get to his room.

Pathetic.

The noises stopped immediately. A moment of silence so thick you could feel his panic through the walls.

Then the scrambling began. Fabric rustling, a muffled curse.

You could picture him frantically trying to pull himself together, fix his tunic and hide any evidence of what he’d just been doing..

"Something wrong, Skywalker?" you called out, feigning innocence.

No response.

You waited a beat before leaning in, letting your voice drop just enough to be suggestive. "You know your-."

The door flew open.

And there he was—flushed, disheveled, and absolutely furious.

Oh, this was going to be very fun.

He stood in the doorway, one hand on the door the other one balled into a fist by his side.

"You gonna let me in, or are you just going to stand there looking guilty?" You asked, tilting your head.

His jaw clenched. "Leave."

You stepped closer. "Make me."

"Don't do this shit, Y/n. I'm not in the mood."

"I thought Jedi were supposed to control their emotions." Your voice was laced with mockery.

Before you could process it, Anakin had grabbed you by the wrist and yanked you inside, slamming the door shut behind you.

The moment it clicked into place, his hands were on you—hot, desperate, furious.

"You think this is funny?" His voice was a low growl in the quiet room , sending shivers down your spine.

He almost slams you into the wall, knocking some air out of your lungs.

His grip was firm, almost punishing as he pushed you against the wall, his body pressing into yours. "You think I have time to spare any thoughts, let alone words on you?"

Your breath hitched, but you refused to let him have the upper hand.

You met his gaze with a smirk, despite the way your heart pounded against your ribs.

"I don’t know, Skywanker. Judging by the sounds you were making, I think you enjoyed thinking about me."

A sharp exhale escapes him, fingers twitching against your waist.

"Oh you little-"

The words were barely out of his mouth before his lips crashed against yours.

The kiss was anything but gentle. It was rough, hungry, filled with years of pent-up frustration and rivalry and something deeper you didn’t dare name.

His hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, sliding up your sides, tangling into your hair as he pressed you harder against the wall.

You were a little bit surprised with yourself, but you it didn't really matter.

You wanted him unraveled.

Breaking away just enough to speak against his lips, you murmur. "You're too pathetic for my liking."

Anakin let out a sharp breath, his grip tightening as he suddenly spun you around, pressing your front against the wall. His body was flush against your back, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in close.

"You really want to test me right now?" His voice was lower this time, rougher, laced with something dangerous.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to glance at him from the corner of your eye, your lips curling into a smirk. "Always."

In a matter of seconds, his lips were on your neck, hot and desperate, nipping, biting, marking.

His hands roamed over your body with no restraint this time, gripping, taking as he slid the Jedi robes off of your shoulders.

He was waiting.

For you to push him away. For you to walk out. For you to prove him wrong.

But you didn’t.

You could feel the tension in his body, the way his breath stuttered against your skin, the way his hands trembled where they held you, like he was still clinging to the last scraps of his control.

"You asked for this alright?" He bit down on your now exposed shoulder, fiddling with the zipper of your shirt.

"Anakin-" You breathe out, face firmly pressed against the cold wall.

"I don't wanna hear it." He mutters, finally sliding the piece of clothing that covered your upper half off.

His lips found their way down your neck to your shoulders and upper back, holding your hips firmly and rubbing you against him.

A muffled cry escapes your lips which only urges him on.

One of his hands teasingly travels up your body, sliding your bra strap off once it reached your shoulder.

Another noise spills out.

The next second your bra is being clipped of, then it falls to the ground.

Anakin's rough hands envelop your breasts, massaging them as he groans, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Maker.." He mumbles into your skin. One hand slides down to your hips, pulling them away from the wall to press firmly against his prominent erection.

"Good girl..Just keep quiet f'me, yeah?" He says as his hands sneak down to your abdomen, undoing the buttons on your pants and letting them drop to the floor.

His knee spreads your legs, rubbing against your core teasingly in the process. Anakin's quick to pull down his pants too, just enough to pull his cock out.

Sliding your panties down, he presses his hand to your lower back, making you arch.

"Just like that.." He praises, giving your ass a gentle slap.

Without a warning, he thrusts inside of you, letting your squishy walls envelop his length.

His movement is accommodated by your sharp intake of breath and his heavy breathing.

With each thrust he stretched you out further, reached deeper, drew more noises from your mouth.

"Anakin I-" You stumbled over your words.

"You gonna cum for me pretty girl? Go on I wanna hear you.." Anakin encouraged in a soft but firm voice.

"A-Anakin" You whimpered breathlessly at the worst moment possible. Your walls clamped down around him as you came undone before him.

"Yeah that's right." He chuckled breathlessly, not stopping. "Anakin made you come in under what, 7 minutes?" He glanced at the digital clock on his bedside table. "Record time sweetheart."

You mumble incoherently at his filthy words, arousing him further and eventually making him spill inside of you.

In the middle of a shallow thrust another knock was heard.

"Shit" Anakin cursed, pulling out quickly, causing you to mewl.

"You gotta keep quiet okay?" He hushed you.

You nodded and he kicked your clothes to the side where they wouldn't be seen. Then, he quickly pressed you against the wall right next to the door.

Placing a hand over your mouth and pulling his pants up, he opened the door.

"You're late for meditation, Anakin." Master Kenobi's voice cut through the air sharply, causing your knees to buckle slightly.

Anakin squeezed your jaw in warning as he answered.

"I'm sorry master, I overslept. I'll be out in a few minutes, I hope you'll forgive me."

First half of this was written at like 2AM and the second at 3AM the next day forgive me if there are any spelling mistakes or if it's rushed.

[melodygatesauthor]

Intimacy - Part Two - Cunnilingus

Mr. Crawling x f!reader

Glad to see a lot of people enjoyed part one. Please don't forget to reblog if you liked it, it helps a lot!

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Not Beta Read

Word Count: 1.1k

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, monster-fucking? (idk he's a ghost so I think it's considered monsterfucking),cunnilingus, a little bit of fingering, reader is not race coded, f!reader, premature ejaculation, Mr. Crawling is eager and pathetic and we love him for that.

Mr. Crawling leaned down with his head between your thighs. He tilted his head up at you, almost like he was checking to make sure that what he was doing was alright. You reached your hand out and rested it on his head, patting him. His face spread into a grin before he turned his focus back to your cunt, running a long finger between each fold.

“Pretty,” he muttered, slipping a finger inside slowly and then pulling it back out, admiring the way your juices glistened under the light. He popped the arousal coated finger in his mouth and giggled, “good! Body water good!”

You were trying so hard to be patient, but your cunt was aching for his mouth, or his hands, or his anything. Your hips moved on their own, rolling upward desperately.

“Me need you, touch mouth,” you breathed, putting your hand back on his head and guiding him downward.

He pressed his face into your dripping cunt, using both hands to grip your waist and hold you firmly in place. His breath was cool, sending a shiver throughout your whole body. He inhaled deeply, whimpering on the exhale. You felt his tongue, chilled and wet, lick from the base of your entrance, all the way up until it flicked over your clit.

You jolted, “that place good,” you explained, “much good!”

He tilted his head up at you, “make water more?”

You nodded, “yes, mouth keep use, make body shake, make much water.”

He dove back in, this time with more vigor and your head fell back immediately in response. His tongue rolled around your clit, lips pursing to slurp more of your juices as they dripped out of you. You heard a rumbling in his throat, 

“Yes! Not stop!” Your thighs trembled against the sides of his head. 

He didn’t stop, and his hands gripped your hips tighter to keep you from writhing around. He whined and whimpered, the sounds capturing your attention. You looked down at him, pushing his head back for just a moment to get a good view.

Despite being a ghost, his cheeks were definitely flushed pink. You were mesmerized by the sight of his arousal slick lips and chin. He licked his lips and gulped.

“You want me keep go?” He asked, looking like he was desperate to get his mouth back on you. 

With a nod you said, “you cute,” you cooed, patting his head again.

You could’ve sworn his face got redder. He giggled and got back to work, licking and moaning against your cunt with fervor. You rocked your hips, grinding your mound against his lips and nose as his tongue moved effortlessly through your folds. 

A soft whine caught your attention, so you looked down at him. It took you a moment to realize why he was making that sound, but you quickly noticed his hips moving, humping against the bed. He opened his mouth, panting heavily and moaning loudly.

It was hard for him to concentrate on both his own pleasure and yours. His body shook every time he dragged his length along the bed, followed by a broken, tiny little whine. You couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to stop in favor of your own needs, not with how desperate his movements were getting.

You knew that if you could see his eyes, his brow would be stitched together, and he’d have the prettiest look on his face as he chased his orgasm. You could tell he was getting close when his mouth hung open and some drool slipped past his lips, as if his mind was too far gone to keep his mouth closed anymore. 

“Mm, mm—good—feel good!” His nails dug into your waist, body shuddering as he breathed.

He stopped moving his hips, and after a moment of heavy breathing he continued licking at your cunt lazily. You couldn’t believe he’d come again, and you wondered if he’d be able to hold out once he got the chance to actually fuck you. It didn’t really matter either way, the thought of him too worked up to hold out made you even more excited.

You gasped, being torn from your thoughts as he slipped his unnaturally long tongue inside your hole. Your back arched, only as much as his firm grip on your hips would allow. His nose, slender and pointed, rubbed against your clit while his tongue worked your cunt open.

“Good,” you praised, rubbing the top of his head. “S-so good! C-Crawling yes!”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as your climax drew in closer, and your hand squeezed a fistful of his hair. You rocked your hips against his face, mouth falling open into a flurry of moans and desperate gasps.

“There! There! Oh fuck! Yes!”

Your cunt clamped down around his tongue and your body trembled, thighs shaking on either side of his head as your mind went white. Nothing in your life had ever felt so good, and you couldn’t imagine anything feeling any better than his mouth and the way he savored every drop that came out of you. When the world stopped spinning, and you’d come back to your senses, you looked at him, trying to catch your breath.

“Fun!” Mr. Crawling cheered excitedly. “Fun! Fun!”

You gulped and nodded as you sat up, “yes fun.”

“Tasty! Me consume. You make more?”

You let out an airy chuckle and then sighed, “rest, then make?”

He tilted his head to the side, “okay, you rest now! Make later!”

He, of course, wouldn’t let you rest alone and the moment your head hit the pillow, his was right next to yours. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight, resting his face in the crook of your neck. His breath sent a chill down your spine, causing you to shudder. He noticed right away and pulled up the covers over you. You felt him against your back, and then you felt something much more apparent further down at your rear.

“Your body happy again?” You teased, rubbing your behind against his cock.

He whined, “me need again.”

You knew he needed something more than just desperate rubbing against the bed to really satisfy his needs, and when you woke up, you were going to give him just that.

To be continued…

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[ghostsirensworld]

Giving gojo a dickey

Characters: gojo

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Warnings: use of y/n, sub gojo,overstimulation,idk

Gojo the whinny dramatic crybaby

When you first asked, Gojo had said yes without a second thought. Who could say no to free, long head from his gorgeous girlfriend?

Oh, but he regretted it.

“Y-Y/n…!” he whined, his voice breaking into a desperate plea. “P-please, it’s too much—I can’t take it anymore!”

His breath hitched as his body trembled beneath your touch, his fingers gripping your shoulders with what little strength he had left. He was trying to push you away, but it was futile—his usual cocky confidence had long since crumbled into nothing but ragged gasps and shuddering moans.

You hummed softly in response, the vibrations sending a sharp jolt through him. A broken cry tore from his lips, his hips jerking involuntarily as waves of pleasure crashed over him. His body, normally so fluid and composed, was betraying him, twisting and writhing beneath you.

“Y-Y/n i can-cant—!” He tried again, but his words dissolved into a choked moan as you kept going, refusing to let up.

The room was filled with his whimpers—high, needy, desperate. He sounded nothing like the smug, untouchable man everyone knew him to be. Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer, was now completely at your mercy, falling apart beneath your touch, unraveling with every passing second.

Time seemed to blur. His body jerked with overstimulation, every little movement making him more sensitive, more desperate. The way he trembled, the way his breath stuttered, the way his fingers dug into your skin like he was holding on for dear life—it was intoxicating. His moans became breathless and broken, his resistance fading into surrender, until finally—

With a wet pop, you pulled away.

Gojo let out a sharp gasp, his chest heaving as he lay there, utterly wrecked. His platinum hair stuck to his damp forehead, and his flushed skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. His eyes—normally so sharp and playful—were blown wide, glassy with overstimulation and unshed tears.

You wiped your lips with the back of your hand, heart racing as you met his half-lidded, dazed gaze. A triumphant, teasing smile tugged at your lips. “I did it… finally.”

He stared at you, still panting, his entire body twitching with aftershocks. His breath was uneven, his limbs weak, his mind hazy.

“Y/n…” he croaked, voice hoarse and wrecked. “I-I thought I was gonna die.”

Rolling your eyes, you let out a soft laugh and climbed into bed beside him. Without hesitation, you pulled him into your arms, pressing yourself against his overheated body. “You’re so dramatic,” you teased, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

He exhaled shakily, his arms instinctively wrapping around you despite his exhaustion. His grip was weak but firm enough to keep you close. You could feel the rapid thudding of his heart, his body still recovering from the overwhelming sensations.

“…Never again,” he muttered against your hair, but the way his fingers curled around your waist told a different story.

You smirked, pressing a gentle kiss against his pulse. “Liar.”

He huffed a breathless chuckle, tightening his hold on you. “Shut up…”

And just like that, he let himself melt into your embrace, letting you soothe him, knowing full well that he’d let you do it all over again.

Because no matter how much he pretended otherwise—he loved every second of it.

Request are open!!

[pengmar]

𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 -

jason x reader / 1.18k wc

(angst, comfort, mention of scars, sad jason, in love w eachother but haven’t said anything yet, reader has curly hair cause hell yeah, idk what else, lowkey rushed, concepts all jammed together)

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a/n: been on writers block for a while & suddenly started writing again while listening to music. also been busy with family stuff lately & been a little down. based this off under your spell by snow strippers & we’ll never have sex by leith ross! enjoy :3 btw not proof read i wrote this half asleep.

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Being in love with someone like this wasn’t part of his plans—for life, actually. You were the one person who could keep him grounded, keep him from falling apart. It was as if he’d been bewitched by a powerful force—one that he didn’t dream of being free from.

Maybe it was just the fleeting feeling of love, having warmth in those dark nights by the arms that wrapped around him. Your smile that made all his pain fade away—even for a mere moment. Your gorgeous curls that looked so inviting to just bury his face in and never leave. Everything about you just made him feel that innocent love he’s yearned for.

Even in those loving moments when he could feel your love for him practically radiating off you, he can’t ignore that pit in his stomach. The picture that creeps into his mind of you and him being happy together could never happen. Not when he sees his scars, gnarled and etched onto his skin when he takes his clothes off. A painful reminder of his ‘defection’. How could anyone love him like this?

His mind clouds with insecurity and doubt, truly thinking that he’s unworthy of anything that would bring him joy.

Even as he cries into his pillow late at night, finally letting himself to put down the rough exterior he desperately keeps up. It was late at night, the city lights and cloudy skies making his room gloomy.

He didn’t even hear you coming into his apartment, forgetting that you were supposed to come by at night after your long day to drop off a few things. It wasn’t until he hears the creak of his bedroom door that he faces the door.

What he didn’t expect was to see you standing at the doorway, hesitant on coming into his room. Hearing his sobs as you entered filled your heart with worry, quietly making your way through his apartment to see him.

Jason says your name in confusion, his voice shaky and strained from his crying. “Shit—Look uhm—“ he sniffles quietly, wiping his tear stained face with his hands. “..Sorry.” He sighs, too embarrassed and numb to make up an excuse. He’s grateful that his room is dim, but hoping that the subtle glow from the moon didn’t show his puffy eyes.

There was silence for a long moment, Jason internally panicking and overwhelmed by you seeing him so..vulnerable. He couldn’t see your face or even read you, the dim lighting made it difficult. It wasn’t until you broke the silence, your voice soft.

“..It’s alright. I..already left some of the things you asked for on the table. But uhm..” you trailed off, a hesitant step into his room. “..I’m here if you need to talk yeah? Or if you just need someone to sit with you.” You say, anxiously fidgeting with your hands.

“Can I..?” You ask, mentally bracing for his response.

Jason felt his chest get tight, his hands balling the blanket he had over him. “..Yeah..that’s—okay.” He whispered, looking down at his hand.

As you walked to his bedside, you could see him a lot more clearly now. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, his scars all over his skin catching your eye. You’ve never seen them before, not that he’d let you.

Although that wasn’t important as comforting your best friend right now, sitting next to him and leaving a small space between the two of you. You didn’t want to overwhelm him, not when he’s showing his true self before you.

Sitting in silence, all Jason wanted to do was crawl up into a hole and disappear. He felt humiliated by himself, for being so emotional and having these feelings that only hurt him more. But it was exhausting having to go on with life.

Stuck within the limbo of what he used to be and what he is now, Jason desperately wants to cling onto the boy who was filled with joy. To feel free and for the first time in his childhood, to be loved.

He held onto the happy memories of the past, yet the pain and suffering never forgotten or left behind. It’s what made him, imperfect or perfect in your eyes & others.

“..This is humiliating.” Jason dryly admits, an ashamed chuckle following along to hopefully ease the tension.

“Sorry you had to see me..like this.” He sighs, more shameful by the second. Jason immediately gets up from his bed, wanting to cover the scars and hide his face from you. “I probably look like complete shit right now. I’ll—“

He feels your hand on his wrist, stopping him from going. You both know that he could easily break away, yet a part of him doesn’t want to.

“..You don’t need to keep pretending anymore, Jason. Please.” Your voice was filled with understanding, something that made him feel less anxious. He could feel your thumb subconsciously rubbing on his skin to bring him comfort, which was working.

His eyes slightly widened, his shoulders becoming visibly less tense. Jason let himself sit next to you once more, the gap between you two closed. His thigh met yours, his burning skin a contrast to the joggers you wore.

“I’m here for you, always. You don’t need to tell me anything or explain yourself to me. I just want you to be okay—you just mean..so much to me. And I can’t see you so hurt when all you deserve is happiness. You’re…really important to me.” You stumble on your words, your hand still holding onto his wrist tight.

Your words only made his eyes prickle with tears, speechless as his lips parted. Next thing he knew was that his arms made their way to hold you against him, bringing his face to your shoulder.

Tears began to fall once more, you felt the wetness on your shoulder. Yet, you only wrapped your own arms around him.

“..I’m just..so tired..” he whispered, your name falling from his lips once more. “..These scars..everything about me is disgusting..” he sniffles. “I don’t deserve you..I don’t deserve to have you with me..” he sobs, holding you tightly.

It was sudden, having his arms wrapped around you and crying into your shoulder. All you could do was hold him, to give him the comfort you desperately wanted to give him.

“..You’re anything but disgusting, Jason. You’re perfect.” You whispered, cupping his face as you wiped his tears away.

Jason’s eyes practically dazed as they locked into yours, his pale blue-green eyes glinting by his tears. Scars and all, he was everything you could ever want.

Looking into your eyes, it was as if he got a glimpse of his future. It was you, it’d always be you. Night or day, the only person who could truly make him feel like the world wasn’t falling apart was you. He choked up, letting his head fall onto your shoulder once more.

“..Please don’t leave me tonight.” He whispered, voice cracking.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You whispered back, your eyes closing as you brought him close.

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[webslingingslasher]

heyyy I was just wondering WHAT THE HELL DO YOU PUT IN THIS FRAT!PETER FICS BC I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT TROUBLE AND PETER! I just melt for them together😭😩❤️

I swear when I'm about to fall sleep he just pops into my head and HAVE to grab my phone to reread some of them. Your writing is just soooo god and I wanted to thank you for creating such a work of art🥵🥵🥵

Also I can't stop thinking about frat!peter being jealous like finding a guy talking who hooked up with trouble and overthinking how different they are from each other? and if the ex fling keeps trying to talk with trouble in a friendly way, he would play it cool? i feel like he would look at them talking and he knows about what happen between them but is kinda nervous? idk

I LOVED BRUJA THANK YOU SO MUCH I HAVEN'T ENJOY READING LIKE THIS IN SOOO LONG🥹🥹🥹

first, peter and trouble are crack. second, thank you very much for enjoying!!!

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peter knows what it looks like to awkwardly chat with an old hookup, he’s done it more than a few times. so, when he watches your eyes dance around the room while you politely laugh in response to the guy in front of you, he just knows.

he’s taller than peter, and he’s not one to be self conscious about his height, but he might now. and he’s got bigger biceps, peter’s spider-man and doesn’t have the build this guy does.

and he’s got nice hair. really nice hair. the kind of hair he knows you love. it’s like peters, but longer and a bit more curly. peter pats the hair on the back of his neck, he’s been growing it a little longer, but apparently not enough.

in a desperate attempt to keep your attention on him tonight, he takes his hat off to throw it on top of the fridge. you always beg him to take it off, it’ll work. he’s sure of it.

it doesn’t. you’re unable to stand still, if he was projecting, he’d say you went from awkward to uncomfortable. peter’s not going to be the guy to barge in, but he takes a step forward, just in case.

it’s like you can feel him, your eyes shoot to his across the room. no words are said or mouthed, but your eyes said enough. ‘help.’ its all he needs.

peter cuts the guy right off, slinging an arm low around your waist. a kiss to your temple, ‘hi, trouble.’ you relax into his touch, you hold on tight to his arm. ‘have you met tanner?’

he hasn’t, and he really doesn’t care to. it looks like tanner doesn’t either, they’re both sizing each other up. peter’s putting on a brave face, but he knows tanner's thinking he’s no competition, and peter can’t help but feel the same.

still, he throws a hand out. ‘sup, man. i’m parker.’ tanner shakes it, ‘sup.’ peter holds his hand a bit too tight, he’s trying to subtly prove that even if he was smaller, he could kick his ass if needed.

tanner asked peter how he knew you, he had to bite his tongue on the disrespect. he knew exactly how peter knew you, his possessive hold tells it all. ‘i’m her boyfriend.’

you dig your nails into his arm, you were caught off guard with the statement. he said it like it was obvious, tanner smirked. ‘ah, lucky man.’ peter really doesn’t like his face.

‘yup. sure am.’ you nudge back against him, peter takes it as a hint to get out of there. he couldn’t agree more. ‘wanna get a drink?’ you nod quick, 'yes, please.'

your 'boyfriend' made a small show of spinning you in his hold, you laughed at the twirl and balanced yourself on his shoulders. 'nice seeing you again,' you forgot who you were with for a second.

'you too, tanner! have a good night.' peter nudged your lower back to get you walking, you didn't make it four steps until you were pulled in for a bruising kiss. every thought melted away, there was only one person on your mind.

'peter,' it puffed out, just like your lips.

'trouble,' he said it like a greeting. you shook your head, leaning in for another, you were lucky tonight, he supplied.

'thanks, boyfriend.'

'that was a typo.'

you scoff. 'no it wasn't, that was you acting like you have one foot up so you don't feel as threatened.'

the choice of words make his skin crawl. peter knows it's not exclusive, exclusive. but he at least thought you both were on a similar page, one that didn't include saying 'so you don't feel as threatened.'

'what the fuck is that supposed to mean, trouble? so i don't feel as threatened? i was doing you a favor, but feel free to go entertain whoever you want, i'll do the same.'

peter's sudden aggression had your head spinning, you tried to grab onto his arm before he left you entirely. 'did i say the wrong thing? i didn't mean to say the wrong thing!'

'i didn't feel threatened until you said i should be. i just really don't like being reminded that i'm a choice you can change your mind on at any time, it's not a good feeling.'

sometimes when he says something to that effect, you want to tell him he could do something about it. sometimes, you let it go and remind him you're not looking for anyone else, if you were, you would've stopped putting up with his shit ages ago.

this is one of the times you put his fears at bay.

'look, peter, that guy, tanner? he's all talk, he seems like some cool guy but he really kind of sucks. in the least commitive way possible, boyfriend, there are no threats.'

'you keep talking about threats.'

'cause you have none!' you exhale deeply, 'i don't like anyone else, okay? and talking to other guys makes me wanna bash my head into a brick wall.'

'you talking to other guys also makes me want to bash my head into a brick wall.'

you grin and smooth out a wrinkle on peter's shirt. 'good, we're on the same page, then.'

peter throws an arm around your shoulder while he guides you to the kitchen.

'i'll deny it if you say anything, but i quite like reading at the same pace as you, trouble.'

[crystalflygeo]

Intoxicating desire ft Baizhu + gn!reader

cw/tags: This one is more sensual/suggestive than straight up smut tbh. Reader has some experience while Baizhu doesn't and is guided along. Biting kink (reader giving) making out, slight dry humping I guess?? dirty talk if you squint?? idk what to tag

notes: Feeling a little odd/unsure about this one but a little someone inspired me to just post it ehhhh hope someone likes it. Guess it also counts as a lil revenge againts that someone hmmmm. Also yes I like to bite I want to bite him xdcgbhjnmkas. He'll be fine..... probably

“Just tell me if it’s too much” You smiled, warm yet mischievous.

Baizhu is panting already.

The two of you have barely done anything in all honestly, but just the fact of being here, now, with you. Doing this. It was enough to make all his thoughts scatter out of control.

You back a little but still nuzzle at his neck “Are you ok? Your breathing is harsh.”

Your voice is low, velvet, he can feel your breath ghosting at his skin and it makes him shiver. “…Y…Yeah” He manages.

“Should we stop?” There is concern in your tone and you scoot back a little from the spot sitting at the bed, avoiding contact as to not overwhelm him.

Instead, Baizhu pulls you closer eager for the grounding feeling he gets from you, slotting your hips together.

“No… it’s fine.”

Your cheeks warm up as you stare at his sharp golden eyes. One of his hands cups your face and your own arms surround his neck, though you take note of the fast pace of his heart “Are you sure? There’s no need to force it.”

Baizhu just nods, then pulls you in for a kiss. He really doesn’t feel up to talking. Right now, he wants to feel you as close as you can get.

You smile into the kiss and your hands start roaming, fumbling a little with his top. It’s intoxicating… these feelings.

You just want more.

Baizhu inhales sharply and his skin prickles with goosebumps as you slip your hands under his clothes, you lean in once more to kiss at his neck again.

“Ah… darling, what are you…?”

You bite down and Baizhu gasps.

You lap and suck at his neck softly, almost ticklish, threading your hands through his beautiful long green locks, and he shifts awkwardly. It feels so good. Once you’re done with that spot you move to another place down to his shoulder.

“Hng-” He’s desperately trying to stifle any sound wanting to escape from his mouth. Though that doesn’t stop the whimpers caught in his throat, reacting to his quickly heating cheeks.

“Holding back isn’t going to do you any good.” You suddenly mention, and he can almost picture your sly grin. “The whole point is for you to test out all these sensations.”

Baizhu’s glad you’re focused on his neck, he was sure he’d die if you saw his red face.

Both of your hands are at his bare torso now, they’re warm and incredibly soft making him shiver, until you lightly run your nails across his skin. A moan spills out of his mouth, low and needy, and he’s overwhelmingly embarrassed.

What kind of person gets so shamelessly turned on from just a touch like that? He feels stupid. Stupidly exposed. Stupidly turned on.

“Does it feel good?”

Don’t ask something like that!

He doesn’t answer and instead rests his forehead on your shoulder, panting softly. In response you bite again, lower on his collarbone and your right hand brushes down on his pants daringly. He gasps sharply in surprise, a burning heat settling in his stomach.

“Bai come on, tell me.” You mumble with a pout.

Oh, you’re not playing nice.

He nods, head buzzing with pleasure. “Nnng-... Hmmm” He can barely think straight. He just feels. Feels your hands teasing, your hair tickling his skin, your weight pressing on his body, your breath, your lips, his heart rattling, and he feels hot, so hot.

Suddenly his back presses against something soft yet firm: the bed covers. And he realizes he’s now lying on his back while you straddle his hips. Your mouth is hot and you whispers tiny things -he doesn't even know what anymore- while your lips work on his skin.

Baizhu's hands find their way onto your hips and they rest there while you kiss him. Right then you decide to bite yet again (you’re certainly keen on marking him aren’t you?) and his fingers dig on your sides.

You shiver in response and murmur in his ear, and he tries his best not to flinch. His skin is sensitive, his groin is sensitive and he doesn't think he can handle all this contact without exploding.

And then.

Then you grind your hips slowly and his breath catches.

He groans, deep and throaty, and involuntarily bucks into you, cock twitching in his pants.

"Sweet Archons" You hiss out. Clothes and all, you can feel him, and you want him so badly.

There is a pause, a moment of silence as both of you seem to catch your breaths and process what is happening. You look at the man lying under you, he's a totally new sight, so much different from the usual calm and collected Doctor of Liyue you know and love. Instead, his face is flushed, a sheen of sweat already forming, his eyebrows twitch slightly, golden viperine eyes staring right back at you and you can feel the lingering passion, excitement, lust.

For a moment you simply stare, as if analyzing him, peering deep into his being and committing this moment to memory, and it only makes him blush harder, his face getting way too hot. He finally averts his gaze in an attempt to calm down.

At that you blink back to reality, quickly pulling back and away from him -although reluctantly- giving him some space and rubbing at your arm awkwardly, biting your lip in apprehension. Did you just- That was- What was that? Did you go too far? Too fast?

“Um… w-woah” You babble. “Ah s-sorry! I promise I’ll take it slow...” ‘And control myself’ you add in your head, shoulders raising in embarrassment as you curled up and hide your face.

You shake your head, pushing that aside and turning to him.

“Baizhu...?”

The green-haired man lays still dazed and flustered, arm draped over his clearly red-hot face, still catching his breath, he gives a light cough an clears his throat “Hmmm you’re going to be the death of me, my dear...”

At that, of course, you promptly face-plant on a pillow.

[baizhoobies]

Kunikida x gn!Reader Headcanons

A/N: so me and my girlfriend broke up recently and I’ve been super down and in desperate need of some fluff to feel better. So whilst I catch back up on finishing requests, have some wholesome Kunikida headcanons - he’d make the best boyfriend. I’m very sorry for being slow, just life hiccups, thank you for your patience! N E ways, enjoy this short little thing!

Warnings: none!

- Kunikida is the type of man who values quality time together; as someone who is super busy with work, any time off the clock and with you is treasured and cherished greatly.

- If you work at the ADA, its obvious to say that he won’t act super coupley with you; he will however, glance over at you a lot (to check if you’re working pfffttt) - though he finds himself staring at you for longer than intended (this man is in love love okay?)

- He will occasionally drop a forehead kiss when he is passing by, or instead of holding hands, he will link your pinky fingers together when no one is looking.

- If you work at the same desk as him, either side of him or opposite, please please play footsies with him; he may scold you but he secretly loves it when you affectionately kick him or rub your leg against him.

- Kunikida will bring you coffee, or tea, or something caffeinated, especially if you had a bad night sleep - but rest assured, he will also scold you if you have too much caffeine because “its not good for you” smh

- oh yeah, get used to getting scolded - but I guess you could call it a love language of his

- If you don’t work at the ADA, Kunikida makes a special note that he is to come straight home to see you immediately after work. With the exception of emergencies, (like idk the ADA being threatened by an enemy organisation every other week) he will make sure that absolutely everything is done at work so that he can put it behind him and focus on you.

- After work, if you ask him to pick up some milk from the store, he’s on it, it’s written in his notebook and he will absolutely not forget; also, I just know that he would pick up some flowers for you whilst there’s are the store

- He gives me househusband vibes honestly, he shares the load of housework (if not takes on majority of the responsibility, not that you wouldn’t do it, but he has a system). If he comes home from work before you, expect the place to be spotless, not only for his wellbeing, but he likes seeing your face light up in surprise.

- I mentioned that he isn’t into PDA at work, but its totally opposite outside of hours. In fact, I believe he is quite clingy. Constantly touching you kind of clingy. If you are cooking, his arms are around your waist, head in the nook of your neck and he just holds you for a long while

“Darling, I’m trying to cook”

“Hmm” *hugs tighter*

- Speaking of cooking, he would also be a fantastic chef. He would scope out the best recipes and follow each instruction to a tee. Though, as much as he enjoys cooking, his favourite meals are the ones you make, because they come from you.

- Kunikida’s love language is definitely more physical than it is in words. Don’t get me wrong, he would tell you he loves you, but he’s not exactly versed in romance. That being said, if you want cuddles and/or kisses? You got it on TAP. Any moment, at any time, BOOM its yours - if you catch him in a good mood, he may also be generous with his hugs and kisses at work - but don’t push your luck.

- If you ever so much as compliment him, he will explode. Bright red, a little speechless (or at least incoherent) and will mumble something about how lovely you are - trying his best to return the compliment.

- As per his notebook, he will have his nightly routine to the exact second, its very important for him, and you, to have a schedule that ensures you both get the best rest possible to work efficiently the next day.

- What he always fails to take in account when writing his schedule is the extra 10 minutes the two of you share just holding each other in the morning. He knows he should get out of bed 8am sharp, but there’s something about you holding him, your head against his chest, your legs entwined with each other, and the way you softly breath in your sleep is what convinces him to stay in just a little longer. - he may even stay 20 minutes longer in bed if you are big spoon, its harder for him to pull away.

- Needless to say, he has a lot of quirks which I will go into in future posts but…his love for you is genuine and he’d never want you to doubt it for even a minute.

[stupidlittlespirit]

hi it’s the aroace “little vulcan” anon here (i feel so cheesy calling myself that with anyone other than my dad LOL). for context, just because i feel like it gives more of a picture, i am AFAB and identify with my birth gender. (though I prefer some masculine titles like ‘king’ and ‘cowboy’ and ‘this guy’ idk. sometimes i go by “they” but i still feel like i’m a Girl.) in a small town like mine, the majority of women my age (23) are Already Married with AT LEAST one child. and there’s nothing wrong with that if it’s what THEY want, but everyone outside my family (and some of my extended family) expect me to be chomping at the bit to get married and start poppin out babies.

anyway, i just remembered that he asked me at one point if i was sure it wasn’t just my anti-depressants squashing any libido i may have had

and i had to find a… VERY roundabout way to tell him that i know i truly *am* asexual, because i still have like.. the desire for friction sometimes (best way i could think to describe it, i worded it very delicately but can’t remember how at the moment) but i have never wanted to engage in that act WITH someone. my dad is very understanding and not like. skeeved out by mention of periods or anything, and he’s actually the one who gave me The Talk when i was a preteen (which you may have been able to gather already. my mom is also very involved in my life and my parents are still together, etc, but she’s kinda weird about talking about sex, so my dad did it instead)

i told him about how when i was with my ex bf (the only one i ever had), and that i generally liked kissing and stuff, and it would get “hot and heavy” as they say, and then he’d start pushing for more. and he had always warned me from the time i was aware of sex that i would WANT to say yes but should be responsible and say no anyway. he said that it would be difficult to clear my head and remove myself from the situation.

i told him “it wasn’t like that at all. i liked kissing, but i had ZERO desire to go any further.”

and he was just kinda like “huh. interesting.”

i think it was actually THAT that may have segued into the ‘coming out’ talk. and then we went to dairy queen :3

i just figured some o my fellow asexual people on antidepressants might relate to this, the self doubt or not knowing how to respond when other people ask, and to send out a message that you are still asexual even if you feel like that <3 it is a spectrum, truly

Ahhhh this is SO cute?!!!!!!!

I love that he's so interested and open about it. It's so rare to find that in any case, but especially from a parent. People are very judgemental against ace/aro people and parents are usually double that, so it's super cool that your dad is just like ....okay cool *makes notes* haha!

I used to think that it was my SSRIs too. I started them at 18/19 on an exceptionally high dose and was on that same dose for 10 years (very dangerous btw, do not do that) and it affected my libido. I don't get horny very often and when I do, it isn't for real people. But I also knew I was ace at like 15 or 16. I recognised that I wasn't having the same urges as my classmates. I didn't want to have sex or get a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner, the idea actually made me uncomfortable.

When I hit about 22ish and started going out and socialising for the first time properly, I fell into the trap of desperately wanting to be normal, so I got myself a boyfriend (who was a dick, and 11 years my senior) and conformed. I made out like I loved sex, like I was a big super slut and everything, because that was what I believed was normal. But I know that I was overcompensating. Doing so lead me into really dangerous situations and it really harmed me. I came out officially as ace like 6 months ago and it's scary but it feels so much better to admit it. I'm recognising a lot of things and they mean I have to make big changes in my life, but they also mean I can be truly myself, and that hugely outweighs my fears. Therapy helped me a LOT with that. I'm still scared but that's okay. I'll get there.

Thanks for sharing this anon, it's always great to hear success stories <3 love u

[k-s-morgan]

Will we be getting another update for your Tomarry story before the end of the month? I love the last chapter but it just seemed a little bit incomplete, as it just seems to end very abruptly as if that wasn't all that was written but you changed your mind idk how to explain it ! 

Hey! Thank you <3 Personally, I didn't feel like that chapter ended abruptly, but yes, I did have to end it sooner than I planned, so maybe you sensed it! That was a bad time for me, Ruzzians kept bombing my city daily and I couldn't focus on writing; meanwhile, the gap between the updates kept increasing to the point that it began to distress me. So I decided to break the chapter into two parts and post the first one sooner.

I'm almost done with the second half now! I really need to work this week, I lost some money because I took a vacation, but most likely, I'll have a chapter done and polished by the end of the next week. I hope you enjoy it!

Here's a little snippet.

“Because they tried to damage you,” Riddle said quietly. His eyes glowed darkly, reflecting his own recollections. “You always remember people who try to damage you. The only way to shake off their influence is to make them pay.”

There was a cold finality in his words that made Harry shiver. He didn’t want to ask, wasn’t sure he should be doing it at all, but the words burned his tongue, so he had to get them out.

“Like you made your family pay?”

Riddle stilled. For a moment, none of them spoke: Harry was waiting, not daring to breathe, while Riddle observed him closely.

“That Muggle filth wasn’t my family,” he said finally. Whatever coldness his voice held, it wasn’t directed at Harry. On the contrary, the gaze he gave him was surprisingly soft, and it wasn’t the fake one he had bestowed on Greengrass. It was real, and Harry’s heart skipped a beat in response. “From all that I’ve been hearing, in your world, you have filled this position.”

For some reason, the words hit him with the shock of a physical blow. If Harry wasn’t lying down, he would have staggered in astonishment, torn between revulsion and longing.

The idea of Riddle seeing them as family… it unsettled him. It wasn’t right. Riddle was a murderer who grew up to kill every person he loved. He destroyed his real family, and for him to try taking their place, even in some imaginary world… it was infuriating, and hurtful, and the worst thing was, some stupid ingenuous part of Harry lunged at this idea with fever that took him aback.

This part was ecstatic over Riddle’s words. This part wanted them to come true desperately, like Riddle was the one and only chance at a family the universe could offer. It didn’t matter who he was or what he’d done, only what he suggested they could be.

Harry didn’t know which of these crazy thoughts and contradictory feelings came to the surface, but something must have slipped through because Riddle suddenly looked satisfied.   

[trickstarbrave]

concubine au part six!! part five can be found here

ive felt like shit for several days now and idk if im entirely coherent. but. please enjoy

i feel like this story is just an emotional rollercoaster but tbh dealing with trauma is just like that sometimes

uhhhh warnings for trauma responses and talking about slavery and abuse. nerevar feels like a mess. voryn is here to help him. a sorta kinda not really but yes really confession.

“Are you alright?” Voryn asked, now back in the safety of the bedroom with a silencing spell. Voryn thought it had been going well, all things considered. Nerevar even seemed to be enjoying it, all but begging for more. Then, at the end, he got tense and froze, mortified. He knew it wasn’t an act either, he could tell from the look in his eyes--or at least, he thought he knew. 

“Yeah, just…” Nerevar’s hands were shaking a little. “It was different from practice.” He mumbled, as Voryn wrapped a blanket around him before pulling him close. Nerevar sank into the embrace, though he still felt far too stiff for Voryn’s liking. 

“Did it remind you of before?” Voryn asked, his voice soft. The last thing he wanted to do was make Nerevar relive the horrifying experience all over again. 

“No no,” Nerevar shook his head, before nuzzling into his shoulder. “Not that. It’s just…” He fumbled for words, before sighing.

Nerevar didn’t want to tell Voryn it was because, for a brief moment, he got far too into it. How was he supposed to mention that? That he, post climax, was actually fantasizing about having Voryn’s baby? It would make the whole thing all the more awkward and uncomfortable. Not even Nerevar enjoyed that his brain had went there; the two weren’t in a relationship and Nerevar sure as hell wasn’t ready for that kind of thing at all! He was still trying hard not to get dragged back to House Dres in chains, what the fuck was he doing thinking about Voryn knocking him up?! He could have punched himself, but luckily he was currently being held by Voryn. 

“It was just… Intense.” Nerevar finally admitted. “S-someone was watching, and it started to get overwhelming…”

“Are you going to be alright?” Voryn asked, stroking his hair. 

“Yeah, I can still do the act--”

“I didn’t mean the act.” Voryn whispered. “Are you going to be okay?” He asked again, his voice a bit more firm. 

Fuck. How kind Voryn was being was not helping whatever the hell was going on with his mind. Nerevar couldn’t tell if it was the imprisonment making him like this, or if his feelings for Voryn were always this strong. But the touching, the gentleness from someone he knew could be so ruthless, the care in his voice…

Nerevar wanted more. He wanted more than just an act where the two had sex to save Nerevar. He wanted more than friendship behind those touches and the care in his voice. He wanted Voryn to have meant it when he said he loved Nerevar so passionately and desperately while fucking him for all he was worth. He liked the roughness in the act, but he was also longing to make sweet, languid love like all the poets wrote about right here on Voryn’s bed. He wanted Voryn to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, telling Nerevar how much he adored him and would keep him safe, and that he’d never let Nerevar go again. 

Maybe it was because of his imprisonment. Maybe he did just want to feel safe and loved. But the intensity of his desires was… Frightening. He was still healing and recovering from the two years of hellish abuse. Two years of never being certain he would be free again. Two years of finding reasons to go on. Two years of trying to just survive no matter what he had to do. Now he was finally back somewhere safe where he was protected and cared for and… Nerevar didn’t know entirely how to feel. He welcomed the feelings of safety, sure, but he didn’t feel secure. He didn’t feel like himself. He felt like there was something missing he was desperate to fill.

What if he did confess and later on realized he didn’t mean it, he was just lost and scared? What if he confessed and Voryn rejected him, making him spiral and he only felt worse? Or what if he confessed and the feeling of genuine love and belonging left him an absolute wreck and he couldn’t act properly? He didn’t know his own feelings anymore or what to expect. He didn’t understand his desires or even knew what he really wanted. And that uncertainty was terrifying. He depended on making predictions, trying to figure out risks versus outcomes and how to outsmart other people, but how was he supposed to do that when he didn’t even understand himself? 

“I-I…” Nerevar pursed his lips. He didn’t have an answer. He could lie, and say he would be--that the wounds from being enslaved and abused would eventually heal but that Voryn was doing everything right--but he knew Voryn could catch him out on his lies. Already he looked even more concerned, lifting Nerevar’s face to look at him, his eyebrows bunched together in worry. 

“You look scared.” His voice was soft. “Did I go too far?” Voryn was stroking his cheek so gently, and Nerevar felt guilty making him worry. 

“No,” Nerevar insisted. “I told you, you didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“But you don’t feel well.” Voryn replied. “And you look terrified.” 

“I don’t… Know what’s wrong.” Nerevar finally confessed, closing his eyes so he didn’t make a fool out of himself staring up at Voryn’s perfect face. “It felt good. You always make sure it feels good for me. But I just…” He sighed shakily. “I don’t… Feel like myself.” He tried explaining without revealing anything incriminating. “I felt like I was melting away, losing myself in it, and then when it was over I… Felt untethered. Unsteady.” He wasn’t lying; the sensation of coming down from the high, realizing how much he enjoyed it while lost in the pleasure was akin to realizing you were drifting out to sea, the current carrying you faster than you could paddle back to shore. 

“What can I do to make you feel more secure then?” Voryn asked.

“You’re doing everything right.” Nerevar stressed. Already he felt like he was taking too much from Voryn; Voryn already was having sex with him as a cover story, what more could he ask for? Nerevar couldn’t bring himself to sit and whine that he wasn’t being genuinely loved by Voryn and needed more. “You’re doing everything right, I just--” Voryn was wiping his cheeks with both hands now, brushing away tears. Fuck--was he seriously crying for no reason again? He grit his teeth angrily at that, frustrated and pissed off he was even less in control of his emotions than he thought, before Voryn tilted his chin up, and kissed him.

Kissed him. On the lips. No acting, no practicing. Just… A kiss. 

It was soft, warm, and tender. Absolutely everything Nerevar hadn’t realized he was craving. Nerevar was shocked, at first, before his eyes fluttered shut and he wrapped his arms around Voryn in return, savoring the kiss. 

Honestly, Voryn was relieved when Nerevar kissed back. He took a bold risk--he didn’t know what to do or how to make the situation better, all he knew was he wanted to kiss Nerevar. He wanted to show Nerevar how much he cared for him, and could only think of a way to do so by kissing slow and gentle, pouring his affection into it. He tilted Nerevar’s head gingerly, deepening it only so far, making it clear this wasn’t a kiss for sex, but because he genuinely wanted to. 

“Voryn…” Nerevar whispered softly, the worried look now faded, replaced by flushed cheeks and warmth in his eyes. Nerevar’s lips still tingled slightly, already craving more. 

“Did that help?” Voryn whispered back, now with one hand rubbing at his scalp. Slowly, Nerevar nodded. 

“We…” Nerevar’s eyes went to the blankets, nervousness creeping in again. “We shouldn’t.”

“Why not?” Voryn probed.

“We’re…” Nerevar swallowed. “We’re not together.” 

“Do you want us to be?” Voryn asked in return, and Nerevar felt like all his blood had turned to lead. Nerevar had no answer. No, he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. Yes, yes he very much wanted them to be actual, genuine lovers. Maybe not, as he wasn’t sure of his own feelings--his thoughts kept flipping between the two answers. “Don’t overthink it, Neht.” Voryn reassured him. “Just tell me.” 

“I…” Nerevar cursed himself for being so weak, to suddenly not have a damn spine. “What if it ruins everything? Our plan? Our friendship?” 

“If you change your mind I won’t hold it against you.” Voryn answered. “We can just… See where this takes us, if you want it.” Nerevar’s eyes fluttered shut again at how relaxing it felt for Voryn to be rubbing small circles against his scalp, playing with his hair. “Just relax for me.” 

Nerevar soon found himself nodding, letting the stress melt away. To hell with overthinking everything… So what if he had a little fantasy in the middle of sex? He could just dismiss it for now. So what if he enjoyed it too much? Maybe Voryn could actually be his lover. They’d just play it by ear. Ease into it and see where it went. He could trust Voryn for now and stop worrying about where the line between them as friends started and their acting ended. 

“A bath might also help.” Voryn added, wiping some more smudged kohl from his eyes. “Want me to help you clean up?” 

“Yeah,” Nerevar’s eyes cracked open, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Getting cleaned up would probably help clear his head more, and right now he… Didn’t want to be alone. Voryn being by his side would only help relax him more. “I’d like that.” 

[kingschclar]

Wait, the lion man brain rot is bad too. I feel like once he knows you aren't gonna turn on him and he really trusts you he'll come to you on his own despite his laziness. So like, he has a really shitty day one time because his father and brother came to bully visit him(I vaguely hedcanon his family as being shitty to him, because like, the politics surrounding royal families mean that they react to bad press by removing it at the very least, and putting out counter statements is like the bare minimum, and from chapter 2 it doesn't seem like they did that for Leona at all? Which is fucked up? Also, how did the pretty kitty boy get that scar on his face? Huh? I get Zuko vibes from that scar, man, idk.) And after they finally leave he comes to you for the first time instead of waiting for you to eventually come to him like he normally does and he just really needs some praise ok? They were mean to him and he needs you. (Oh that was long, I'll stop now)

needy!leona kingscholar with a praise kink? it's a lot more likely than you think it is

NSFW MDNI // cw : sub!leona, softdom!reader, gn!reader, male penetration, reader could have a dick/wear a strap but it’s just called a dick in the fic, praise kink, calling him your king

love note — i KNOW its been months anon but PLEASE you spoiled me with this ask i love you so much <3

Leona’s sharp gaze was gone as he looked up at you, moaning and clinging onto you as if desperate to feel you closer to him. You hooked your hands under his knees, pushing them against his chest as you thrust into him deeply. Just thinking about his words and the almost-upset look in his eyes made your stomach churn and your pace pick up. “Just today,” He’d almost pouted. “Tell me how you think I’m… pretty.”

You exhaled shakily, looking at his insanely attractive face. “Do you feel good, baby?” He’d normally groan at the nickname before glaring at you, but today he just nods, strong arms pulling you down to kiss you.

“Taking my dick so well,” you moaned in between kisses, and Leona gasped into you. You looked at his disheveled state as you pulled away, lips glistening and bitten and eyes swimming with emotions. “You love it when I praise you, hm? My king,” you teased, now moving down to latch your lips onto his sensitive spot on his neck. Leona hissed, a shaky whimper escaping him as he made a pathetic noise in response.

You let go of his legs, and he immediately used them to clamp around your hips, drawing you even closer to him and barely allowing you to move. His dick was positively leaking with precum, so much so that you could feel it against your own skin. You adjusted your positions a little, Leona reluctantly loosening his grip on you for a moment before carefully wrapping his arms around you again. The new angle you were in made it easier for you to thrust into him just the way he liked, and he moaned sharply, tail furiously swishing against the covers.

“So, so pretty for me. Just the best.”

“Fuck!” He exclaimed out before biting down on his lip, suppressing the whimpers that signified he was close. You moved one hand down to his hard cock, stroking him quickly and making the beastman squirm, not sure whether to push back onto you or thrust into your warm, soft hand. “Close… C-close,” he mumbled, and you took the sign to kiss him a last time before he came. Leona moaned into the kiss, arms forcing you flush against him as he convulsed with pleasure, the overwhelming of the orgasm making him hiccup.

“Feel better now?” You asked, pecking his cheek as he panted.

“Yea. Thanks,” he muttered, staring at you for a moment. You didn’t have to guess what he wanted to ask, it was written all over his face.

“Wanna go again?”

“Hah. Of course, herbivore.”

[goosewithtwoos]

DANGER ZONE

Pairing: Rooster x Reader, Hangman x Reader, Bob x Reader

Summary: Sharing is caring or something like that

Warnings(?): Reader calls herself a vegas whore and then Rooster also says it but doesn’t mean it?? 🧍‍♀️ idk if that needs a warning but -

“No, no, you can’t do it like that or else she’s gonna be sore in the wrong way.” Hangman scolded, coming up behind Bob and grabbing his hips.

Bob, who was currently balls deep inside you, made nervous eye contact while Hangman manhandled him into long, languid thrusts.

Your head fell back, groaning at the tortuous pace Bob was going at. You had been edged almost six times that night, Rooster and Hangman trying to demonstrate how to bring a woman to climax and then stopping so Bob would be the one to do it.

Floyd, bless him, had come to the two men, twiddling his fingers and desperate for advice. He wasn’t currently seeing anyone but still wanted to know the basics.

Your boys had offered you as practice and you jumped at the idea. You loved Bob and would do anything to help him out.

So that’s how you found yourself, abdomen tense and thighs shaking as Hangman moved Bobs hips.

They were all still in uniform, Bob had pulled his slacks down ever so slightly to keep his modesty, while you were nude and sprawled out for them all to see.

Something about a man in a uniform made everything so much better. You made a mental note to visit base someday soon.

Rooster sat in the corner, watching. He was leaned forward, elbows on the knees and eyes sharp. His eyes would flit between you and the other men, making sure you were never uncomfortable.

When your eyes met, he smirked and scratched under his nose. Cheeky bastard, even from a distance he could still make you hot and bothered. You knew he was smelling you on his fingers and the way his eyes rolled back told you he’d probably be coming back soon for another taste.

“H-how’s this?” Bob asked when Hangman had finally released him. Bobs hand were placed gently on your hips and he kept the kind pace Jake had put him on.

Hangman shrugged and crossed his arms. “I’m not the one you’re fucking right now. Ask her.”

“Is it good?” He asked tentatively. You didn’t want to crush his spirit since this was probably one of the very few times he’s made it this far but you were sure he thought you were made of glass or something.

“You’re not going to break me.” You whined out. “Harder, please.”

His pace quickened and you began to pant at the change. Your clit was begging for attention but you weren’t allowed to touch yourself. It was Bobs responsibility to make you feel good tonight.

Your leg spasmed and Bob quickly let go of you. His eyes widened and you felt like you were about to go insane.

“Christ! Just fuck me like you mean it, Floyd!” You nearly shouted. You didn’t mean to get mad at him but it felt like he was doing it all on purpose.

“I thought I hurt you!” He defended, slowly placing his hands back on you.

You rolled your hips upwards and let out a low whine.“Treat me like a vegas whore or something!”

Rooster chuckled in the corner and you shot him a dirty look.

“Poor boy was taught to respect women, weren’t you?” He asked, finally standing from his seat.

Bob had begun to quicken his pace again but turned to nod at Rooster. Bob was biting down on his bottom lip, trying to keep himself from moaning at how you clenched around him.

Rooster pressed down on your lower abdomen causing your back to arch beautifully off the bed. You wanted so badly to reach down and touch yourself but knew you couldn’t.

Rooster stood, facing away from you and stared at Bob. “You heard the little lady. Treat her like a whore.”

Bob ripped his eyes from Roosters and focused on you.

His hips snapped against yours at a vicious pace now, strong hands keeping you from bucking upwards again. He stopped pulling out far and opted for shallow, deep thrusts that hit your g-spot perfectly.

“Oh fuck, right there.” You cried, thankful you were finally getting what you needed. If only one of those hands would move a bit more down and inwards.

As if reading your mind, one of his hands snakes down and began toying with your clit.

With the amount of times you had been edged that night, it didn’t take much to push you over the edge. You came around him, crying out profanities mixed with ‘thank you’.

Much to your surprise, he didn’t stop, hips keeping their same pace as he sought after his own pleasure. The overstimulation caused a second orgasm to sneak up on you, desperate to be released.

You could hear Hangman and Rooster talking, saying something about Bob’s form but it was all background noise.

Bob finished with a groan, allowing himself to pull out and finish across your thighs and you felt tears escape as your orgasm was denied once again.

Before Bob could get himself completely resituated, Rooster placed a strong hand on his shoulder and forced him to his knees.

“A good man would never leave his lady dirty.” He instructed, lightly pushing Bobs face towards your thighs.

Bob got the message and gingerly licked at the fluids that adorned your legs.

It was a hell of a sight and you wished you could take a picture. Bob sucked off the sides of your thighs before making his way to your core.

You were still aching and the moment his breath passed against you, you had to plant your feet to keep your legs from closing around him.

Bob lapped at you with uncoordinated movements but it did the trick. When his tongue hit your clit, your orgasm was finally able to be released, spilling into his mouth.

He moaned at the tasted and continued licking and sucking until you were fully cleaned. He kept going and most likely would have done so for the end of time had Hangman not grabbed him buy the collar and yanked him backwards.

Bob looked dazed but pleased. He fixed his glasses and got back to his feet.

Rooster clapped him on the back, saying something about how he was proud of him and then opened the door.

Bob looked confused as Rooster shoved him out. Hangman stood before you, slowly pulling at the buttons of his uniform.

“We’re done?” Bob asked as the door was beginning to close.

Hangman chuckled without even turning to face the other pilot.

“We’re not. But you are.”