#and then I went and drew even more soft shit and other kissing in the monster form too...

[bonkalore]

Almost forgot I drew this recently. I haven't drawn them actually kissing enough!!

[spidermanstealyohoe]

lovers rock || j.o.

“she might want a kiss, before the end of this song”

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pairings: jenna ortega x gn reader

summary: just you and jenna during valentine’s day.

warnings: implied sex

a/n: a short lil drabble, its pretty rushed sooo

words: 1k+

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"(y/n)! wake up!" jenna shook your shoulder while you mumbled incoherently due to your sleep-drunk state.

“another day, jenna.” you said burying your face into your comfortable, soft pillow. jenna rolled her eyes and smacked the back of your head.

“hey!”

"then cmon…" she grinned and pecked your cheek before standing up.

you yawned lightly as you watched her exit the room. you moved your head to grab your phone from next to you, turned it on, and checked the date, which made your eyes widen.

february 14 2024

the fuck already? you could’ve swore it was still january.

you quickly got up, forgetting about your tired state as you put on fresh clothes and grabbed your car keys from your bedside.

you ran out of your room and went downstairs to find jenna making breakfast; she heard you and looked up from the sizzling pan at you with a puzzled expression.

"baby, where are you going?" she questioned as you put on your jacket.

"uhm… i have to go... on a run! yeah, a run." you nodded as she lifted her brow at you in a amused/confused way.

since when do you go on runs this early?

"what about breakfast?" you shrugged and said, "i like to run on an empty stomach," in response to her question.

"okay…" she dragged out as she stared at you skeptically and opened her arms, "come here." she whispered quietly as you slowly pulled your feet closer to her.

you wrapped your arms around her waist, and she embraced you back tightly, her arms around your neck. "be careful, okay?" she whispered as you frowned and nodded against her head.

"i will… i love you." you muttered, causing her to grin and gaze up at you; crap, you felt like crap for forgetting valentine's day.

"i love you too." she whispered back and stood on her tiptoes to gently press her lips on yours.

your lips moved in unison with her soft ones as she deepened it somewhat by drawing your neck closer to her. as much as you wanted to continue, you realized you needed to go get a gift for her, so you slowly and gently drew away, making her pout.

“hey.” she whined as she tried to get you to kiss her again but you chucked softly.

“you can kiss me all you want later; i gotta go.” you smiled as she rolled her eyes playfully and pushed you away.

"fine but you owe me a lot later tonight." she smirked suggestively as you lifted an eyebrow nervously, causing her to giggle softly.

“fucking tease.” you mumbled and walked out the door. the last thing you heard was her laugh loudly at that.

you got into your car and headed to the closest store to buy her some flowers and other necessities.

when you arrived, you parked and exited your car to proceed to the store, the icy freezing breeze causing you to quiver somewhat. you shoved your hands in your pocket and entered the store.

you walked straight to the flower aisle and picked out some roses, even though you knew they wouldn't last more than a week, but nevertheless, it's the thought that counts.

then you reached for a plush bear that had a heart with the words ‘I love you’ written on it. you searched the store to see anything that jenna would like.

after you checked out, jenna texted you, 'hey, where are you? your cars are not here.’ shit, you had to rush back home before she suspected anything.

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you pulled up to your driveway, took the flowers out of the backseat, and then knocked on the front door because you had forgotten your house keys.

as you held the flowers and bear behind your back, you heard the front door unlock and saw jenna standing there with a scolding look as you smiled nervously at her.

"where did you go?" you shrugged, and she let out a sigh, hands resting on her hips.

"out."

“out where?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“close your eyes.” you mumbled as she looked at you confused, “close my eyes?” you nodded as she hesitated but did it anyways.

you reached into your pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box; you may or may not have went to a very expensive jewelry store after buying flowers.

you placed the box in her palm, causing her to forms softly before whispering quietly. "open your eyes."

she did and noticed the small box: "y/n, what is this?" she inquired as you shrugged and smiled softly.

"happy valentine's day."

her frown softened as she opened the little jewelry box, revealing a necklace with a heart pendant with the letter ‘j’ on it.

“i got you flowers, too," you stammered as you showed her the red roses; she stared at you expressionlessly, not saying anything.

“so do you-“ before you knew it, she pushed her lips onto yours kissing you aggressively but softly. you raised your eyebrows in shock but kissed back.

"i love you so much." she whispered against your lips and continued to kiss you now softly. she pulled away with a teasing look on her face.

“so… about tonight..” she smirked as you rolled your eyes and picked her up making her laugh softly.

“actually, i wanna take you out somewhere.” you smiled as she raised an eyebrow at you.

“where?”

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“y/n! my legs are killing me.” jenna whined out as you rolled your eyes at her.

“cause you never walk!”

she glared at you and tugged on your sleeve, saying, "carry me." you arched an eyebrow.

"seriously?" she nodded as you sighed and gave up, just as you always did.

she got on your back, sighed pleasantly, and played with your hair while you went throughout town. “i love your hair," she said, playing with your delicate strands.

“i bet you do.” you mumbled with a soft smile.

"i really love your hair, baby," she whispered in sultry tones, and you sighed deeply, knowing what she was doing.

“wanna go back to the house?”

“yes please.”

and well… let’s just say your neighbors weren’t to thrilled the morning after.

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

A Drunken Kiss - Drew Starkey Blurb

+18 Minor DNI

Drew x Actress (female costar)

⭐ republished ⭐

🪄 warning: language and heavy petting/fluffy, mentions of smut

📖 Drew and Actress (reader) on their way to the Loewe Fashion Show 2024

Odessa mentioned at the beginning | unedited

860 words

Reader’s POV:

You avoid eye contact with Drew, trying to forget what happened the night before. A drunken kiss was shared in a Paris bar, a messy make-out on the cab ride home, fizzling out when Drew got a call from Odessa.

It was hard to forget, though, so fucking hard to forget his soft lips against yours, the warmth of his body so close, his rich cologne engulfing you. The last time you were that close, it was a sex scene, all fake, but there was something about it that felt so real. It was just a spark that caught fire and never went out.

Drew swore up and down that Odessa was just a friend, but in your drunken state, emotions ran high. The two of you agreed to “act like it never happened.” Right…

You dig through your clutch, pulling out a lip oil, gliding it along your lips as you try to remain as normal as possible in your shared car. Drew’s gaze follows you closely, watching as it shimmers on your lips, wetting his own, making your heart flutter.

“We uh… umm.” He tries gently, his light blue eyes catching yours as he stumbles over his words. “Should we talk about last night?”

You clear the lump in your throat, trying to keep your feelings in check once again. “You said to act like it never happened, Drew,” you sough, your voice coming out a little weaker than you hoped.

“I never said that,” he reacts quickly. “I mean I did. But, I just agreed with you. You know? I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I knew what I was doing.” He fiddles nervously with his ring; his knee bouncing quickly.

“And, what was that exactly?” You ask to suppress your surprise over his admittance.

“I was making my move and taking a chance with you. I’ve been thinking about it since filming wrapped,” he smiles.

“Me too,” you whisper, feeling your cheeks blush.

“You felt it, too. Huh?” He reacts with a boyish charm as he leans in slowly, your body pulling you near as well.

“I did. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it too.”

“Wow… Holy shit. Well, I’m sorry about last night. I was wasted. Instead of actin’ like I didn’t know what I wanted, I should have just told you what I wanted.”

“We both got a little drunk,” you chuckle.

“A little?” He questions, throwing his voice slightly, breaking the tension even more.

“Just a little. I could have said something too…”

His large hand rests on your bare thigh, squeezing you while his body moves closer. “Should we try again?” He asks, his voice cracking with nervousness. Drew’s breathing quickens, just as excited and shy as you, his lips hovering mere inches from your own. His hand works up your arm, wrapping around the back of your neck. Drew’s mouth presses against yours, taking your breath away, just like it did the night before. “Co’mere,” he mumbles, unbuckling your seat for you, pulling you onto his lap, holding you tighter as the vehicle switches lanes. He chuckles against your lips, his forehead resting against yours.

You both share breath, feeding off of each other’s energy. Sheer want drives your lips together again. Your kiss is divine, hungry, and breathless. That same kiss you share during filming is even more intimate now that the only eyes on you are his in the closed-off back seat. Drew grabs your hips, driving you closer. You can feel the chill of your wetness as your panties graze his belt buckle, making you moan softly into your kiss. Drew smiles against your lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasps, lips brushing against yours.

“So are you, Drew,” you sigh, meaning every word: his smell, his touch, his kiss, your name leaving his lips.

His rough hands work lower. You grab your dress, hiking it up on your hips. “Fuck,“ Drew groans, dragging out the word as his hands meet your body again, silk exchanged for skin.

Drew’s touch softens. His hands palm your curves, circling your ass slowly. Why did he slow down? “I’m not gonna break, Drew,” you whisper against his lips.

“I know.”

“You slowed down…”

“I’m just enjoying myself. Can you blame me?” He squeezes your ass tightly. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too… We’re almost there,” you pout between kisses. He moves your jaw, working his way to your neck, sucking lightly. You feel yourself start to pulse. Your hands fall slowly down his lined sweater, working lower and lower.

“Y/n… Shittt,” he breathes against your skin as your fingers graze over the top of his jeans; his cock, rock-hard underneath, making him suck in a breath.

“Drew,” you pant against his lips as your fingers continue to outline his length, working down his thigh. His hands skim higher, pinching your lace thong between his fingers.

“Tonight,” he hums as the venue comes into view, his voice dark and deep. You can feel his cock through his denim, stiff against your pussy. Rolling slowly, you work yourself against him. His fingers dig deeper, lips parting. Drew’s eyes flick up to yours, a devilish look on his stare. “Babygirl… M’gonna ask you again. Tonight?” He teases, using a pet name that has your mind spinning, making you giggle dizzily.

“Tonight.”

[c0llisiion]

DAY 11 — WOOYOUNG

★ npr, f!reader, sensory deprivation ,slight praise — lmk if i missed any!!; W/C: 703

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day11 is officially out <3

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

 Your hands were handcuffed to your back. Your legs tied in a way you couldn’t close it. Your eyes covered with a satin cloth, and your panties conveniently stuffed in your mouth, leaving you with just your hearing and touches. The soft whirring of the wand vibrated in your eardrums. The toy pressed firmly against your bud, stimulating the sensitive nerves at the maximum speed. Your thighs trembled and your body squirmed and writhed as Wooyoung continued to press the vibrator against your clit. You couldn’t say anything or ask him to stop, so you laid there, taking in everything. 

As you lay there, you felt a warm tongue dragging up your body. Starting from in between your legs, over your stomach, and in between the valley of your breasts before he placed a gentle kiss on your exposed throat. “Enjoying yourself, beautiful?” He asks in a low sultry voice, fingers playing with your sopping entrance, your arousal leaking down onto the bedding. You nodded incoherently, the vibrations from the toy sending jolts of pleasure through your body and making you hazy. He chuckled darkly before licking your lobe. “It’s going to get better from here~” he said with a slight mischievousness. He reached for the nightstand and gently took an ice cube in his fingers before taking it and slowly running in on your collarbone. You shivered at the sudden change in temperature and felt yourself getting even more turned as he dragged the cube down your body. He presses the ice onto your perky nipple, letting it stay there for some time before going to the other one, giving it the same amount of attention. Your hips involuntarily bucked, and your body trembled at the new sensation. Wooyoung clicked his tongue and pressed the vibrator harder onto your clit, prompting you to let out a muffled moan. “I told you to stay still, didn’t I?" He asks sternly. You audibly whimper at his tone. “Do not repeat.” You nodded and waited for him to continue dragging the ice cube down your body. You shivered as you felt it on your stomach, tracing each and every contour before slowly sliding lower. He removed the vibrator from your clit as he brought the ice closer to your pussy. He was going dangerously slow, teasing you and making you impatient. The ice reached the hood of your clit and you breathed out feebly. Your hips ached to meet his ministrations but you knew better than to not disrespect him. He pushed your thighs wider and gently pressed the ice on your clit, making you cry softly as the panties in your mouth muffled them. “Yeah… you like that shit?” He asks tauntingly before pushing his fingers in your wet pussy, making your thighs tremble more. He drew circles on your clit with the ice, making you cave in your stomach and squirm at the sensation. “Mmm your pussy is clenching around me well doll…” he said darkly. “…now what if i do this…?” He let the ice slide down from your clit to your pussy lips before he pulled out his fingers and pushed the ice in your warm gummy walls slowly. Your body couldn’t help but arch of the bed as he stimulated your walls with the ice cube. You whimpered into the makeshift gag as his fingers curled into your sopping walls. His thumb quickly found your clit before pressing and drawing rough circles on the abused nub, getting you to orgasm. Your thighs were shaking uncontrollably, and the panties in your mouth were at this point soaked in your drool. Wooyoung increased his pace; his fingers went in and out of your pussy creating soft sloshing and wet sounds. 

You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, signaling that you were close. And before you knew it, wooyoung groaned loudly as a large stream of your arousal gushed out of you, covering his forearm and making the bed underneath, soaking wet. Wooyoung leaned towards you and untied your blindfold. Your eyes were red and tear stained, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. He kissed your forehead. “You did so well for me… im so proud of you…”

A/N: not rlly proud of this but i hope you liked it 😭😭❗️❗️❗️

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[jungle-angel]

The Full Moon (Admiral!Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Bob comes home one night from an event but the sight of something in front of you makes you a little hornier than usual

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS ARE STRICTLY FORBIDDEN!!! Breeding kink, so much other shit I can't even list out here, you guys know the drill (lol).

Tagging: @bradleybeachbabe @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts

Events, events, events, one after the other with no real end in sight. Bob was sick and damn tired of it, one Navy ball or fundraiser after another and hardly any time to spend with you or the babies at home, something he really needed now that winter had hit and another holiday would be around the corner.

His head, his shoulders and whole body were so tired it was a miracle he could get through the front door of that big Victorian house he shared with you and the kids, let alone march up the stairs to the sanctuary of your shared bedroom. Thank God Rooster and his wife had offered to take the kids and let them have a sleepover with Nicky and Pete. He couldn't have imagined having to keep Auggie and Patrick from running wild before bed.

Up to the room he went and into the bathroom, stripping off his dress blacks and hanging everything up on the door-hook. Bob sank right into the hot bath, letting out a long breath that he had forgot he had been holding in. He scrubbed every part of him down with the Irish Spring body wash and even let it foam in the hot water to help him relax.

When he had enough, Bob stepped out into the bedroom, letting the water out of the bath and throwing the towel into the laundry basket on the other side of the room. Bob's skin pricked with goosebumps as the cooler air in the bedroom surrounded him, more so now that he was completely naked.

He hadn't even seen you standing in the doorway either.

He hadn't heard your feet padding on the floor nor did he sense you sneaking up behind him until he felt it, a sound, hard smack on his left ass-cheek which had been exposed for your eyes to see.

"Well ahoy there Admiral!" you exclaimed, delivering the hard smack to his ass.

Bob yelped, turning around suddenly, cupping his junk in his hand and an over-exaggerated scowl on his face. There you were, (Y/n) Floyd, his lovely, sweet little wifey looking all innocent in your low cut, lacy white nightgown and a laughing smile on your face.

"Stop grabbing my ass," Bob said rather flatly, the expression still on his face.

"But the full moon was out and little wolfy couldn't help but howl," you said teasingly.

"Yeah well, little wolfy did more than howl," Bob pointed out.

You giggled a little, still blushing at your husband's naked form standing in front of you.

Yet the expression on Bob's face seemed to soften as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, catching you completely off guard and drawing a small moan out of you.

"Shhh, not another word," Bob told you gently.

You moaned again, the tingling between your legs becoming almost unbearable as his fingers parted the front of your nightgown, never once breaking the kiss that kept you both together. You arched your partially exposed breasts against his gentle fingertips, moaning when they brushed against your nipples.

Bob drew you in close, your leg flung across his hip as he buried his face in your neck and rutted against you. His groans, though quiet, were still obscene, more so when his hand pushed up the filmy skirts of your nightgown to caress your bare ass.

"You've been hiding this pretty little ass from me, haven't you Mrs. Floyd?" he groaned.

"Oh Bob.....please!"

Bob trailed all the sloppy, open mouthed kisses he possibly could between your cleavage, wanting to draw it out as slowly as possible. He very carefully laid you down on the bed, slipping his already hardened cock between your legs and moaning at the wetness that had already gathered.

"So wet for me, aren't you sweetheart?" he mumbled against your skin.

You could hardly get the words out, wanting him to push his cock further in. You reached in between the both of you, your hand a little cold despite your body feeling like it was on fire.

"Ah-ah!" Bob chided gently, moving your hand aside. "No more grabbing, Mrs. Floyd."

You feigned a pouty look before he smiled and kissed you again, the softness of his lips just enough to make some of your slickness gush onto his cock.

Bob's hips began rubbing against yours, slowly at first but as you both began to reach your high, his thrusting grew more rigorous as obscene thoughts began to fall off his tongue and out of his mouth.

"Wanna give you another baby Mrs. Floyd," Bob mumbled, his hips rubbing against yours. "Can't tell you how pretty you looked with Deidre.......all round and full with her resting in your tummy. Wanna get you full again."

You hissed and swore under your breath as he whispered all that dirty talk into your ear. You felt the wetness between your legs getting worse as his lips nipped at your ear and down your cheeks again. You both let out something akin to a moan and a whimper as Bob's hips stuttered against your own, your lips grazing against each other's as your rapid breathing began to even out.

You felt Bob's lips curling into a smile against your cheek before he kissed you and his heart beating fast in his chest as he lay on top of you. "Gimme a minute and I'll clean us both up," Bob groaned.

You kissed the crown of his head, your fingers running through his curling dark blonde hair that was still wet from the bath. "No need to hurry Bob," you assured him. "We've got all weekend."

You both helped clean each other up as best you could but soon, the sleepiness had gotten to you both. You and Bob both lay against each other in bed, himself still naked as you rested your head on his bare chest, listening to the sweet sound of his heart beating in your ear. Your gentle kissing and caressing was putting you both to sleep, totally relaxed and at ease with each other.

"Did you mean what you said Bob?" you asked.

"About what?"

"About......wanting another one?"

Bob smiled sleepily. "Sweetheart," he said sweetly. "There's always room for one more in the family and so much love to go around."

You smiled and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips as you fell asleep in each other's arms, yet the smiles on yours and Bob's faces had said it all, those same smiles you wore on the nights that Auggie, Patrick and Deidre had been concieved and the same stirring you felt in your belly when it had took.

[maxillness]

Good At Other Things || CL16 x gf!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mean!charles, degrading kink, biting, google translated French, (slight) nipple play, breeding kink, pure filth

Wordcount: 1.8k

Request: Can i request a Charles smut? Lets say that he's playing video games/streaming, and the reader is constantly complaining how he sucks at the game or doesn't play it properly, and he gets so pissed that he literally destroys her brains out until she's begging him to stop

She sat in the living room, listening in on Charles’ complaints on how he always lost in his game

She slowly made her way into the bedroom and stood behind him. She landed her hands on his shoulders, softly messaging them as well as his neck

“You’re bad at that” She smiled, hearing Lando laugh through the headphones

“I’m just unlucky, baby” He sighed, leaning into his touch

“I bet I could do it better” She said, her hands softly playing with his hair

“Don’t be on her side, Lando” Charles said, properly after Lando had agreed on her statement

“Even he agrees. That must mean something, ange” She chuckled, stroking his cheek with the pad of her thumb

“Can’t you just keep quiet and look pretty” She shook her head softly, but laid over on the bed anyways, propping her head up on her arm, watching him still play

After a few rounds of her staying quiet, she spoke again after he lost again “You’re so bad at it, that it’s embarrassing” She laughed

“Look, Lando; I need to go, but I’ll see you soon, no?” Charles said, not looking over at his girlfriend who was laying on their bed

He closed the game as well as hung up with Lando. He took of his headphones and turned around in the chair

“Get over here” He said, manspreading like a whore on drugs, yet his face was with no emotion

She stood up from the bed, walking over to him. She got in his lap, forcing him to close his legs. Her hands was on his shoulders, a shit eating grin on her face

She drove in for a kiss, put he stopped her, putting a finger on her lips “You’re a bad girl. You know that, right?” He asked, his thumb gliding over her bottom lip

“Am I? Or am I just telling the truth” She was cocky, acting as if him calling her a bad girl didn’t make her panties wetter than the Nile

“Like I said, a bad girl” His lips were now on her neck, kissing her softly as his fingers danced down her body, landing on the waistband of her shorts

“And, either bad girls don’t get what they want, or they get much to handle. And, I don’t know what I’m in the mood for today” His teeth sunk into her skin harshly, making her yelp with a mixture of a moan

“I think I’ll choose the latter” He murmured against her skin, licking over the marks his teeth had made

His hand went into her shorts, two fingers pressing against her clit through her panties, making her moan loud and grip onto his shoulders tight

“P-please” She breathed into his ear as she started placing soft kisses on the spot where his jaw and neck connected

He chuckled softly, but circled her clit anyways, causing a breathy moan to slip through her lips

“N-need m-more. P-please” She pleaded breathy into his ear

“No, I think this is just fine, mon ange” His words drew out a desperate whine from her, rocking her hips into his fingers

His hand on her hip tightened, holding her still from her rocking

“I n-need you, amour” She whimpered breathy, almost a moan as he fastened his fingers, her body already shaking

“I know, and you will. More than you need” He said the words in the raspy French accent he knew she loved

She loved it so much, that he was certain she could come just from his voice

She squirmed at the idea of him pulling so many orgasm out of her, that she’ll feel it for days on end

“You’d like that, huh? You’d like it if I pull so many orgasms out of you that you’ll feel it standing so pretty in the garage on Sunday? Hm?” He asked, feeling her thighs shake around his own

“Fuck. Yes. Want to feel you for weeks” She panted, feeling her first of many orgasm built up

“Weeks, huh?” He asked with a teasing tone, sending her right over the edge

She almost screamed his name as she came, clenching around nothing as she did

He rubbed her through her orgasm, letting her head fall to the crook of his neck as she came down

He placed his hands under the back of her thighs, picking her up, letting her legs snake around his hips. His actions drew a yelp out of her

He threw her softly down onto the bed, watching as her body bounced off of it slightly

“You’re so beautiful, mon amour” He smirked, lowering himself to slide down her shorts and panties

He threw them to the ground, kissing the insides of her thighs, watching as he could see her nipples poking through the thin, tight, top she was wearing

“You’re so beautiful like this, ange” He kissed up the insides of her thighs, getting closer to where she needed him so bad, even after her first orgasm

She was squirming under his touch, gripping tightly at the sheets. She whimpered as he kissed the area around her clit, but not directly

He finally gave in, licking his tongue through her wet folds, stopping at her clit, putting pressure on it, making her moan softly

“Fuck, amour. Feels so good” She said as he started flicking her clit with his tongue “Please, don’t stop. Feels s’good” She chanted, bucking her hips up into his mouth

His hands grabbed her hips, pushing her down against the bed. He pulled away from her, looking up at her “Lay still, putain”

She hated how he knew that calling her all kinds of filthy words in French. He knew how turned on she got. He knew she could come just from hearing him degrade her, even if she didn’t understand a single word that came out of his mouth

“Fuck. You. Charles.” She breathed, still not feeling him on her clit again

“It’s the opposite way, hunny” He smiled, attaching his tongue on her again

“P-please, Charles. Fuck, you feel so good” One of her hands went to his hair, tangling her fingers with the strands, while the other dug the nails into his forearm that held her hip

“Fuck- Charles, ‘m gonna-“ She didn’t get to finish her sentence as his name rolled of her tongue like a prayer as she came, her whole body shaking rapidly, her hand tight in his hair, making him groan

She started whining and whimpered as he didn’t slow down or stop his tongue. He pulled his arm on her hip away and roughly entering two of his fingers into, not giving her a chance to adjust before he started curling them, hitting just the right spot inside her

“N-no. Charles… Please- ‘s too much. I can’t- ah. P-please… T’much” Her words were slurred, as well as her vision

Her whole body shook from the overstimulation. She was unable to lay still at this point, even though he had said she was gonna

“Come for me, amour” He said, before reattaching his tongue to her clit, speeding up as well as his fingers

Her legs closed around Charles’ head as she came, her hand so tight in his hair she was sure she had pulled some out

Her body was shaking rapidly. She sighed as she felt him slow down and pull out and away from her

Her eyes were closed, too fucked out to comprehend anything around her. She didn’t notice that Charles was ridding of his clothes

She whined at the touch of his hands on his inner thighs, pushing them apart so he could settle in between them

“Shh… You’re alright” He soothed her, pulling at her arms to get her to sit up. Her body was limp against his as he pulled her top over her head and threw it to the ground

He slowly laid her down again, his lips tracking across her skin soothing her “You okay, mon amour?” He asked, kissing over her nipples, hearing her whimper at it

“Mhm” She hummed, nodding as he kissed up to her lips again

“Good” He said, placing her legs around his waist

“Charles” She whimpered his name in a way that sent shivers all the way down his spine, and made his cock twitch

“God, you make me crazy, woman” He chuckled, slowly pushing into her, hearing her whine

She already clenched rapidly around him, making him groan as he allowed her to adjust to him

“Je t’aime tellement” I love you so much. He breathed into her ear, feeling her nails drag down his back, leaving marks for him to feel

“Move… Please” She whined, pushing his hips further into hers, hoping to get some friction, which was unsuccessful

“Thought you said it was too much?” He chuckled kissing her jaw softly

“Want you to come inside me” She was breathing heavily as he pulled almost all the way out, before slamming into her again

He proceeded to do so a few times before he sat a rhythm he liked, as well as her

He sat up, holding her waist as he slammed into her, hitting her just the right spot, getting her to scream out his name, her back arching off the bed, her eyes rolled back into her head

“Want me to come in you, baby? Want me to knock you up? Want to have little ones running around? Want to make me a daddy?” He chuckled at the way she nodded her head rapidly as best as she could

“Yeah?” He asked in a seductive tone “You gonna be such a good mommy” He groaned, feeling her clench around him, pulling him closer to the edge

“C-Charles” She whined, holding on to his forearms “‘m close” Her eyes were shut tight

“I know, amour. Me too” He groaned, his thrusts getting sloppier and out of rhythm “Come for me, ange”

Only a few sloppy thrusts later, and she was coming around him, leaving marks of her nails in his forearms

Just the sight of her pulled him over the edge. He stilled his hips, coming deep inside her

He pulled out of her, quickly replacing his cock with his fingers, fucking the cum into her, making sure nothing escaped

He laid down beside her, pulling her body into his, feeling her rapid breathing as well as his own

“You might be bad at video games, but you’re good at other things” She chuckled lazily, sleep taking over her

[szasfuckingwife]

GUESS WE BOTH AIN’T SH*T

YAKUZA!TOJI FUSHIGURO X FEM!READER

SYNOPSIS: YOU AND TOJI’S RELATIONSHIPS HAS SEEN ITS FAIR SHARE OF ARGUMENTS. AFTER HE CHEATS, AND AFTER YOU DO THE SAME, YOU ARE REMINDED OF WHAT DREW YOU TO HIM INITIALLY.

WARNINGS: Smut, Swearing, Toxic relationship, Toji Fushiguro

It’s 11pm at night and you are sat in Toji’s bathtub. He’s been out all night, leaving you in his luxurious apartment alone. When it comes to you and Toji, things are certainly complicated. There are those nights where you’re both laid up on his (extra) king sized bed and he’s promising you marriage, kids and a better life.

But there are also nights like when he called you whilst another girl’s mouth was around his dick. It alright though because you made it equal by sleeping with one of his partners.

That was just how you and Toji operated: he’d cheat, you’d cheat back, he gets jealous, you get angry at his jealousy.

Then, you fuck, he gets you flowers and jewellery and repeat!

As you soak yourself in the bathtub, a twang of sadness upsets you. The thought of such a toxic relationship never crossed your mind when you were younger. Toji was so sweet in the beginning, what went wrong?

Suddenly, you hear the door slam. Knowing that your boyfriend is home, you take another sip of your wine before getting out of the bath.

“Babe?”, he yells to no answer. You roll your eyes and wrap your naked body with the fluffy white robe.

The raven haired man smirks as he sees you walk towards him, “How’s my girl?”. His open arms are slapped away by you, earning a grunt.

Toji’s not one to back down from a challenge, especially from you. He watched as you put the wine bottle back in it’s cabinet, chuckling at how you can’t quite reach the top.

“Don’t wanna ask for help?” Toji asks, taking off his jacket. “What’s up with you?”

You scoff, “What’s up with me? Seriously? It’s almost midnight.”

A sigh escapes his lips. He knows exactly how to make you putty in his hands, but you don’t let him, “I was caught up… business-”

“You can cut all that bullshit right now because Sukuna said you were at the club.” You cut him off.

He stands across from you with a smirk on his face. For the first time in years, Toji Fushiguro was silenced. He had nothing to say, no excuses, nothing. “Sorry?”

“Fuck you.” Every emotion within you is amplified by his stupid response. Why does he have to look so good whilst being so annoying? It’d be a lie to say you hate him, you love him more than life but it’s like he wanted you to hate him.

Toji follows you to the bedroom, trying to grab your arm when you pull away, “Babe, look at me. Stop. Stop!”

“You always do this shit, Toji! Just tell me, were you fucking someone else tonight?!”

A scoff erupts from his mouth. You must be stupid if you think you can challenge him, Toji thinks. “You’re forgetting that you were the one who actually fucked someone else first.”

He meets the back of your head as you begin to pace around the room. Toji knows exactly what buttons to press and on any other day, his teasing would get you wet. But not today. “You called me whilst getting head from a bitch!”

“You sent me a video of you fucking Shiu!” He chuckles, “We’re even!”

You roll your eyes, “That was an accident! Toji, get over it!”

Another chuckle emits from him, “And if a girl sucked my dick tonight, that was an accident too…”

He watched as you open your mouth to say something but he quickly stops you, “But no one sucked my dick! You need to trust me, Y/N.”

“Fuck off. I’ll never trust you!” With some bravery, you get into Toji’s face, as if you’re trying to intimidate him. If Toji wasn’t so pissed off, he’d laugh at how cute you look. But Toju was mad, fuming even.

“And I could never marry a bitch like you-” “Thank God!” You smirk, “Shiu’s cock was bigger anyway-”

Suddenly, Toji’s lips press against yours, forcibly. His kisses aren’t as soft and chaste as you remember, this one feels like he hates you. And, honestly, something inside you feels like you hate him.

But you kiss him anyway.

The feeling of his lips on yours is short as he finds his way to your neck. His hands quickly travel to the strings of your robe, unravelling it to expose your naked, scented, smooth body.

“Fuckin hell…” he whispers. “You’re so sexy, baby..”

“Shut up..!” You moan lowly as you feel his hands on your breasts. He slowly guides you to the bed, pushing you back and spreading your legs.

Both of your eyes are locked on each other as he licks the tips of his fingers and slowly circles your clit. A whimper leaves your lips at the feeling of Toji. As previously stated, Toji knows exactly what buttons to press.

“Toji….fuck!”

“It feels good, huh, baby?” He whispers in your ear as his fingers pick up the pace. By now, you’re practically soaking the sheets. The pleasure that your boyfriend was giving you mixed with the feeling of jealousy made you feel much more weak than you did before.

“You see, this is how it is with you. You can’t have your cake,” He halts his movements, “And eat it too…”

You whine loudly, “Toji..”

This is exactly what Toji did best, punish you. You had another mans dick in you and ‘accidentally’ sent him the video of it?

Yes, he said it’s all in the past. Yes, it happened months ago. But Toji can forgive. What he can’t do is forget.

The sadistic Yakuza boss continued his game with you. Edging you until you felt close to making a mess all over his silk sheets just before pulling away and ripping that feeling away from you.

It wasn’t long before you were a fucked out mess below him. “I need to cum, Toji. Please, I’m sorry…” a helpless cry came out of you.

All he had to do was kiss your forehead and you knew that he’d finally grant you your wish.

He lowered himself in line with your sopping, wet pussy before hungrily eating you out. You could feel his tongue inside you whilst his other hand was still focused on your clit.

Involuntarily, your hand seeps it’s way into his messy locks, gripping them tightly. You can feel his smirk against your sex as you chant for him to ‘not stop’.

And, as before, Toji grant’s your wish.

“I’m cumminnngh..!” You moan uncontrollably. His tongue is still relentless in fucking you. The feeling of cumming isn’t new to you, especially when Toji’s mad. There’s an extra sense of passion involved.

As Toji slowly rose back up to your face, you notice how your slick glistens on his face. He looks so beautiful like this, you think. Immediately, his lips are on yours, the taste of yourself lingering on both your lips.

“See what you do to me? Hm?” He says in between kisses, “Take your ass to bed…”

However, something sparks inside you when he says that. You can’t just let him win. He’ll be a cocky bastard in the morning. You have to put him in his place.

You discreetly find a way to get on top of him mid make out, his hands gripping your sides. You felt every fibre of clothing on him, especially against your skin.

It irked you so badly, you wanted to feel his skin, his scars, his tattoos. Everything about him was everything you’ve ever dreamed for in a man.

“I want this off,” You whisper against his lips, tugging at his bottoms, “Now..”

He does as you say almost instantly, his thick cock springing out in the process. “You got hard from us arguing..?”

“As if you didn’t practically squirt in my mouth after we argued.”

Touché.

With one hand behind you, you aligned his hard cock to your pussy, slowly pushing it in. A satisfied moan escaped both of your lips, this was that feeling you both were yearning for.

All the sass, the arguments, the lying, name calling…you know why you stay with him, for moments like this.

Toji’s hips roll up into yours, hitting you exactly where you want it. You take his hand and put some of his fingers in your mouth, sucking them.

But then, you placed your hands on his shoulders and began to ride him feverishly. Toji was in awe of how energetic you were, and how the plush of your ass looked in the mirror behind.

“Shit, Y/N…”

“Can those bitches do it like me…?” You whisper in his ear.

“I don’t let them…this is all yours..” He whimpers back to you.

You smile knowing damn well you won.

[ribbonprincess]

hi love, please ignore if you don’t like this request! After seeing drew and Liliana I was thinking about nanny/ babysitter x drew in Charleston. I would prefer smut but ignore if your not comfortable with it 💕

note: this has been sitting in my inbox for sooo long,I'm so sorry I just couldn't find inspo for it. Also got lost in it and made it super long. Reader has a tongue piercing

🪐࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

you're sitting with Drew on the patio outside the house,his sister Mackeyla went out with her husband for the day, so she left Liliana with you and Drew. You met through mutual friends that you both don't talk to anymore and since you like babies she asks to babysit Lili sometimes; so now you find yourself next to her brother who you may have a crush on.

"Keyla didn't tell me you were over today ya know, thought it was gonna be only me and Lili" "yeah...I thought the same actually" you chuckle,looking over at him as you eye each other with a knowing smile "she set us up!" It comes out at the same moment making you both laugh as the realization hits "I can't believe her" you shake your head at the thought,using your palm as a headrest. "well,guess we should make the most out of it then" Drew says, eyeing your sundress clad body,it was nothing crazy since you were looking after a 8 months old baby but it had incredibly hot in South Carolina so it was the best option if you didn't want to melt.

"Like what?" your eyebrows are furrowed as you smile softly at him "don't know...I would love getting to know you better,Keyla has said great things about you" "oh- did she? I hope so.." His body is slowly shifting closer to you,making the two-seater swing move slightly. "I like your perfume" he says,running a fingertip over the skin of your forearm "thank you" your answer comes out way breathier than you intend to but the feeling of his touch is way too affecting. His hand is slowly moving over your face,running over your shoulder and the curve of your neck where he stops for a second before he cups your cheek with a gentle smile.

"mind if I kiss you?" he whispers,already leaning in as you nod. His lips find yours as you lay a hand over his chest and the other on his shoulder "you taste like Cherries" he mumbles, grabbing your waist to manoeuvre you on his lap "I like it." Your hands are running all over his figure,over his buzzed head and then back down his biceps before they settle on holding on his neck. "I would love- to take you out on a date before this" he's pulling away from your mouth, making you almost whine before you're immediately shut by his lips finding their way over your neck "but I think I might go crazy if I don't feel you Immediately." His words are making you grin from ear to ear as they travel right down your core.

A pair of rough hands set the moves of your hips over the bulge in his jeans,making you moan as the material rubs just right against your cotton clad pussy. "gotta be quiet doll, we're outside and Lili is sleeping -she could wake up any moment" "shit,yeah yeah...I'll be quiet" you reply,knowing damn well it won't happen. One of Drew's hands moves southwards,running over your thigh before disappearing under your skirt immediately finding your mound. His index finger runs over the wet patch of your underwear before rubbing slow but firm circles over your clit "can I take these off, gorgeous?" His voice is soft,making you melt even more against his chest "hmhm.." "I need words,love" "yeah, please" He quickly presses a kiss to your temple muttering a "good girl" under his breath as he pushes your panties down your legs before pocketing them "gotta keep these for memory."

His words make you almost roll your eyes,but before you can even think about it one of his fingers is passing through your walls "there you go...'s fucking warm,hm" the way he's groaning against your collarbone makes you think he's the one getting pleasured. He quickly pushes another finger in finding a steady rhythm as they curl nicely against that sweet spongy spot. "god,you look gorgeous" He quickly undoes the bows holding the straps of your dress, revealing your chest to him "won't you look at these,fucking beautiful" he mumbles,wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples as his fingers continue to move in and out of you deliciously.

"fuck-" your voice is muffled,biting into his neck probably leaving an imprint behind as he adds another finger in making you clench around him as you feel yourself getting closer. "you're making such sweet noises,princess. You're getting there hm? You can let go,I'm right here" His lips move away from your breasts, trailing over your neck before they slot themselves back on yours "you're doing so good,just need you to cum for me sweet girl" His words are sending you down a spiral as you grind into his palm,his thumb rubbing circles over the tiny bundle of nerves as your moans start get more louder "cumming" your body shake over him for a long second before you fall completely still over him "good girl...feel much better huh,gonna clean me up?" he smirks, rubbing his sticky fingers over your bottom lip.

Your tongue rolls out to wrap around the digits,tasting yourself as you clean him off "fuck- what's that? you got a piercing I don't know about?" he raises an eyebrow once he pulls his fingers out of your mouth "well,shit...you gonna show me what you can do with it-" Your figure is already moving off the swing and between his legs before a loud cry from inside reminds you of the baby "well,guess that's gotta wait" you smile,standing up on shaky legs as you enter the house,feeling Drew's eyes bore into your skill.

[alectoperdita]

WIP Wednesday

Who's ready for a hung bottom Kaiba? Jou is. 😈

From the Old Friends universe. Finally writing that hung Kaiba lore. This takes place on Jou's birthday, so it will probably not be posted for a while even if I finish it soon. Oops.

Blowjob and banter under the cut.

---

The moment he released Katsuya, the man unbuttoned Seto's shirt with unimaginable speed. Seto struggled free of it and his undershirt while Katsuya kissed a ticklish trail from his sternum to his belly. Resting on his elbows, he could only watch helplessly as the man made his journey south. He nearly choked on his spit when Katsuya nuzzled his face into the patch of soft hair peeking out of his waistband. Air fled his lungs as Katsuya worked his belt and trousers open. Seto's cock strained against his underwear, leaving a embarrassing moist spot on the front.

Katsuya nuzzled the tent in his pants too. His hot breath made Seto's cock twitch with want. "Always wondered if your dick's as pretty as the rest of you. Time to unwrap you and see for myself. Hah, happy birthday to me."

"Katsuya—" Seto gasped. His hands shot out to slow him for a second, but he only grasped empty air.

Cool air washed over the head of his cock, but hot breath followed as Katsuya sealed his lips around the tip and gave it a filthy kiss. Seto's mind blanked. His hands fell to his side and fisted in the duvet as Katsuya drew inch after inch after inch of his cock free from its prison.

"Holy shit," Katsuya swore, audibly incredulous. "You're huge."

This was the reason relationships became tricky when sex became part of the equation.

Seto swallowed, but the lump in his throat didn't disappear. For a second, he didn't dare look at the other man's face. Having a cock of above average length could be tricky, especially when you were a man who slept with other men. Even gay men could get insecure about comparative penis size. Past a certain length, which Seto was, it became more uncomfortable to work with for everyone involved. It had proven to be a point of friction in a few of his previous relationships.

Unlike in pornos, having a big cock wasn't always a good thing in real life.

After inhaling a shaky breath, he pushed up onto his elbows so he could see the man still anchored between his spread knees. Their eyes locked over the towering phallus.

Katsuya whistled, but there was no derision or disgust or apprehension in his gaze. Merely lust and excitement. "Damn, no wonder you strutted around with all that big dick energy in high school. You're hung."

Seto groaned, but from exasperation rather than pleasure. "Katsuya, please don't make a big deal out of this."

Katsuya laughed, breathless. "How can I not when you're literally a huge deal?"

He traced a finger along the underside of Seto's stiff erection, drawing a line of molten arousal. When he wrapped a hand around the base, he gave another soft huff of wonder.

Seto's mouth fell open, another plea on his tongue for his companion to put the matter to rest. That they had better things to better occupy themselves with. It stayed open in a wordless gape, a gasp and a moan eking out of him as Katsuya sucked the tip of his cock into his hot, wet mouth. Instinctively, he bucked into the heat, sinking in further.

Katsuya made a choked sound but he didn't pull away. Working his tongue and lips in tandem, the man steadily swallowed half of Seto's length. A strangled noise scratched at Seto's throat as he felt himself nudge against the entrance to Katsuya's throat. With a pop, Katsuya peeled off him, gasping for air. Seto felt as dumbstruck as Katsuya looked, with his spit-slicked lips and mouth hanging open as he panted.

But it only lasted a second before Katsuya screwed his face in determination. How could Seto forget what a stubborn fool he could be?

"Let's try that again." The slight rasp in his voice could only be described as pure sex. He went down on Seto's cock again without hesitation.

[nyoomfruits]

good evening vincent drew this and then i went a little insane about it so uuuuuuh. have 1.3k of lando and oscar being absolute idiots while also kissing a lot :)

When Oscar enters his drivers room the morning of the Austrian Grand Prix, Lando Norris is on his couch.

This in itself is not really an anomaly. Lando Norris seems to be on his couch more and more these days. He hasn’t really been able to pinpoint why, perse. Or why it’s been increasing, lately. But Oscar tries not to question too many things when it comes to Lando. He’s very quickly learned things are easier, that way.

“I have been thinking,” Lando says. He’s on his back on the couch, his feet draped over the arm rest. “We need to switch strategies, I think.”

“We are switching strategies,” Oscar says, and tries not to look too much into the fact he immediately knows Lando is talking about the car. “There’s upgrades.”

Lando waves his hand around a little vaguely. “Yeah, but like. That’s just upgrades. We need like, a higher power.”

“A higher power,” Oscar says, a little flatly. He’s starting to not like where this is going.

“I’ve been talking to Max,” more alarm bells, “and he says Kelly always kisses him before a race. For good luck. Now obviously Max does not give a shit about good luck, but he’s also been winning everything under the sun, so I keep thinking, maybe we should try that.” Lando stands up now, looking at him expectantly.

Oscar squints at him. “Try what?” He asks, even though he already knows the answer.

“Kiss!” Lando says, in a ‘duh’ kind of tone. “I would ask my girlfriend, but well. I don’t have one.”

“Right,” Oscar says. Pinches the bridge of his nose. Sometimes he feels like his life would be so much fucking easier if he didn’t like Lando so much. That way, he could just stop giving him the time of day. Unfortunately, he finds Lando quite charming. It’s very annoying. “How about we just see how these upgrades go, first?”

Lando pouts. Oscar hates it when Lando pouts. It makes his eyes all big and pretty and his jutted out bottom lip look bitable. “Please?” He asks. “Just this once. For science.”

“Oh well, if it’s for science,” Oscar says, rolling his eyes, but he takes a step forward, grabs Lando’s wrist. He knows Lando well enough to know sometimes it’s easier to just give in. So he brings Lando’s knuckles up to his mouth, presses a wet, open mouthed kiss there.

And that’s supposed to be that, but then he looks up, and sees the wide eyes look on Lando’s face, the surprised ‘o’ of his mouth, and he lingers, his lips brushing against Lando’s knuckles, his breath ghosting over the skin there. Feels the way his fingers encircle Lando’s wrist, how his thumb presses against the pulls point.

He feels his own face heat up, feels the color flooding his cheeks. It’s not even that intimate.

And yet.

“Yeah,” Lando says, when Oscar finally pulls away, dropping Lando’s hand like it burned him, a little. “That should work.”

And then he’s gone.

Oscar stares at the door he disappeared through, and prays – for his own sanity and for the sanity of his heart  -  that that’s the end of that.

--

It isn’t. Lando places P4 in Austria, refuses to admit it’s because of the upgrades, and corners Oscar right before Silverstone.

“I’ve been brainstorming, and like, last time it was just you kissing me,” Lando says. “And then you got 16th. So I was thinking, what if this time, we kiss each other.” He pauses, and then adds, to clarify, “on the mouth.”

Absolutely not, terrible idea, this will ruin you in the long run, please flee while you still can, while your heart it still in one piece.

“Yeah,” Oscar says. “Okay.”

Fucking idiot.

So Lando kisses him. It’s a peck mostly. Just his lips pressing against Oscar’s, barely more than a second.

And still, it feels like the second lasts a year. Lando’s lips are surprisingly soft, and from this close Oscar can smell the confusing mix of perfumes he wears, mingling and mixing into something so distinctly Lando that it makes his heart skip a beat every time he smells it. Oscar keeps his eyes open, which means he sees the flutter of Lando’s unnecessarily long eyelashes, nearly drowns in the deep blue color of Lando’s eyes.

Lando’s gone as quickly as last time, and Oscar helplessly watches him take his heart with him as he goes.

--

Oscar just missing out on the podium, Lando says, is because they didn’t make out. The kiss was too short. So if they make out, that’s a guaranteed Mclaren 1-2.

Obviously.

Oscar is still hopelessly incapable of saying no to Lando, which is how he finds himself on the couch, Lando’s legs bracketing his thighs, Lando’s hands on his face, Lando’s tongue in his mouth.

It’s. Jesus. Kissing Lando is as unpredictable and all over the place as it is to talk to him, and just as incredible of an experience. His hands are everywhere, from Oscar’s face to his arms to his waist, to under his shirt, and his mouth is soft, demanding, addictive.

Oscar loses himself in it, a little, completely forgetting why this is a thing they’re even doing – completely forgetting who he is, for a moment there – when Lando suddenly pulls away and says. “Right. That should secure us a 1-2.”

When he’s gone, Oscar’s mouth tingles and his thighs feel cold.

--

When Lando gets P2 and Oscar P5, Lando chalks it up to the fact they were wearing shirts while making out. And then, after Belgium, Lando decides they probably shouldn’t be wearing pants either.

That’s the point Oscar finally breaks.

“Do we, uh, maybe need to talk about how us making out has absolutely no influence on the race whatsoever?” Oscar asks.

Lando squints at him. “No,” he says, and goes to take off his shirt.

“Lando,” Oscar emphasizes. Raises an eyebrow.

“Oscar,” Lando says, although it sounds the way it always does when he says Oscar’s name, with the dropped r and the ‘uh’ sound. Oscuh.

Oscar shakes his head, runs his hand through his hair. “What do you get out of it?” He asks, because that’s the one thing that keeps plaguing him. Why does Lando keep doing this, when it’s clearly not influencing anything, except maybe Oscar’s heartbeat?

Lando shrugs. “1-2, baby,” he says, like that’s somehow the magical answer to everything.

“I DNF’d,” Oscar counters. “We took off our shirts and I DNF’d. I’d say that’s actually more reason to keep them on, this time. At least that time I finished 5th.” Also for my sanity, Oscar can’t help but think, it would probably be better if you kept your shirt on.

Lando pouts. “Yeah, but that was because of the pants,” he repeats. “The pants are the problem. Shirt off means DNF, but pants and shirt off means, uh. Victory.” He chews his bottom lip.

“What if,” Oscar says, takes a deep steadying breath. “What if we just, I don’t know, accept this has no influence on our racing whatsoever, and I just, like. Take you on a date instead.”

Lando considers this. Squints. “So no more making out then?” He asks. He sounds disappointed.

Oscar snorts. “Depends on the date.”

Lando considers his options. Then, slowly, he nods. “Okay, yeah. Sure. I mean, we’ve been mostly doing my theories lately. Maybe we should test one of yours. Let’s go out on a date.”

Oscar wants to counter that it’s not a theory that this has nothing to do with how they finish in the race, but just as with the kissing thing in the first place, he reminds himself that with Lando, sometimes it’s just easier to go along with it.

--

(The next race, they get P8 and P12. Lando claims it’s because they went to an Tapas place for dinner while they totally should’ve gone with Thai food instead, and promptly asks Oscar out for another date.)

[phoenix761fics]

Getting Mouthy

Much longer ago than I care to think about at this point, I hit 400 followers on my main blog and decided to celebrate by taking smut requests. I wrote three and posted one before the huge ass block that shut me down for years settled in for real. She's not active anymore, but the lovely lovely kitkat-589 requested Murphy MacManus and dirty talk. I held off on posting in the hope I could finish a few more pieces and make it a proper event, but finally setting it loose sounds like a much better idea.

Pairing: Murphy x reader

Summary: Murphy isn't the only one in trouble when he runs his mouth

Word count: 1100ish

Tags: language, teasing, dirty talk, Murphy MacManus is a little shit

The crowd at McGinty's was loud and rowdy, but Murphy leaned in closer so she wouldn't miss a word. "Ye look fuckin amazing," he whispered, smiling as she giggled at the way his breath tickled her skin.

"I barely cleaned up after work," she argued as she gave him a playful shove back over onto his own barstool.

"Ye cleaned up just fine, love," Connor assured her on Murphy's other side. He winked at her as he tapped ash off the end of his cigarette and leaned against the bar. "Ye know ye always look lovely ta us. Now, this fucker, on the other hand…" He jabbed an elbow into Murphy's ribs, and Murphy smacked him over the back of the head in retaliation.

"Just fine," the dark-haired twin scoffed. "Fuckin jackass. Ye're a lot more than 'just fine.' Ye're the finest fuckin thing I've clapped eyes on, an that's a fact."

"How drunk are you, Murph?" she asked with a smile.

"Not even close." He finished off his beer and Doc replaced it without a word, but he hardly noticed, focused as he was on the woman beside him. "So...fuckin...beautiful," he said, and he leaned forward to bury his fingers in her hair and pull her close for a long kiss. She melted into it with a sigh before he drew away again and added, "If we weren't at this fuckin bar, I'd already have ye outta those clothes an beggin me ta fuck ye."

"Murphy!" The admonishment was in a sharp whisper, but her pleased smile belied her reprimand.

"Aye," he went on, "it's true. Been hard for ye since ye walked in here."

"Ssh!" She glanced at Doc, the closest potential eavesdropper, but he had already moved down the bar. "What if someone hears you talking like that?"

"Fuck em. What if we sneak off ta the bathroom an lock the door, an I eat yer pussy til ye're moanin my name? Ye think they'll hear us then?"

She made frantic shushing gestures with her hands, her expression caught between scandalized and aroused.

Murphy edged his barstool closer to hers and wrapped an arm around her, and she was tempted to take him up on his offer by the way he bent his head to her neck and kissed, bit, and sucked at her skin. "Christ, love," he murmured, "the things I wanna do to ye…"

"Lord's name, Murphy," she reminded him. She glanced over at Connor, watching them from his place on Murphy's other side, and he merely shrugged at her with a look that said he'd be in his twin's place already if Murphy hadn't beaten him to it.

"Not ta worry, lass, there's always confession." Murphy's hand slid under her shirt, palm warm against her soft skin as he moved to the small of her back and drew her closer. "An speakin a which," he added softly, "I need ta confess…" His mouth moved up along her neck until he could whisper directly into her ear, "I haven't stopped thinkin about how fuckin good it feels when ye come on my cock since the last time I had ye."

"Murph, that was last night."

"Aye, an I've been thinkin about it ever since."

"You need a hobby."

"Shaggin the livin daylights outta ye is my hobby."

"You need another hobby."

He had all but pulled her into his lap, and she braced with a hand against the bar as he leaned in for a kiss, lips and tongue still tasting of Guinness. "If no one was watchin…" he murmured.

"They are," she reminded him, though she couldn't say if she really cared anymore.

"I'd strip ye bare a little at a time," he went on, "and taste every inch of ye as I did, until I could get ta that beautiful pussy…"

She felt dizzy just listening to him and imagining him doing everything he was saying, or maybe Connor as well, because he still hadn't taken his eyes off her and Murphy.

"I'd tease ye open with my tongue," Murphy continued, pausing to kiss her again and run the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips, "then I'd get a proper taste of ye, an ye'd be so sweet I couldn't help but devour ye."

Her breath caught in her throat, and she shifted slightly on the barstool. God, she was wet…

"I'd suck yer clit until ye squirmed, and fuck ye with my fingers, but I wouldn't let ye come right away."

"Why not?" she asked. She probably knew the answer, but the way he was talking, he might as well say that, too.

"I'd get ye close," he answered, lifting his hand to trace her mouth with the tip of his thumb. "As close as I dared, over an over again until ye're ready ta rip me fuckin lungs out for teasing ye."

She nodded and bit her lip as she tried to ignore the needy ache in her cunt. "Yeah?"

"Aye. An just when ye couldn't take anymore, ye know what I'd do?"

He was killing her… "What would you do?"

He leaned in closer, his eyes piercing into her. "I'd get the fuck outta my clothes as fast as I fuckin could, an I'd ask ye…"

"Yeah?"

That gaze was so intense…

"I'd ask ye, between me an Connor, who do ye think has the bigger cock?"

Connor burst out laughing.

She stared at Murphy, rattled by the conversation and blindsided by the sudden turn, then she turned back to the bar. "Doc!" she called. "Murphy needs to close his tab!"

"What?" Murphy asked, brow furrowed. "What the fuck for?"

"Because," she answered as she looked him over, "you and I are going to get out of here and go home, and I'm going to wind you up and drive you batshit fucking crazy, then leave you hanging until you've had a taste of your own medicine."

"I've warned ye, Murph," Connor chimed in from the stool next door, "ye keep teasing the lass the way ye do, it'll bite ye in the arse."

Murphy glanced between his brother and their lover, his stunned expression nearly comical.

She leaned in and combed her fingers into his hair to pull him close enough to whisper in his ear, "You still want a taste of my pussy, right?"

He swallowed audibly, and she could have laughed at how quickly the tables had turned. "Aye," he answered, "I do."

"Well, then." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and slowly walked away. "You better come get it."

Murphy only hesitated another moment before he paid his tab and hurried after her to leave Connor sitting at the bar, watching after them and shaking his head. He'd give them some time alone before he headed home. She deserved her revenge, and Murphy had earned some payback.

[writtenjewels]

Partner part 6

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Jason could feel eyes on him when he followed Salim into the regent's first meeting. Salim asked for a chair so Jason could sit beside him.

“This is Jason, my new life partner,” was the only explanation Salim gave. Jason could hear them all thinking, but none of them spoke. Jason ignored them and focused his attention on Salim. They were maybe ten minutes into the meeting when Jason felt a gentle nudge from Salim's fingers. The way they were sitting had their hands hidden from the others.

This hand-holding wouldn't be for show; Salim was genuinely wanting it. Jason didn't hesitate to oblige.

The day went on like that. Inevitably one would reach for the other, squeezing hands and interlocking fingers. When he sensed Salim was feeling agitated, Jason brushed his thumb along the man's knuckles to soothe him. The gesture made Salim smile and catch Jason's eye with a grateful look. They were both relieved when the day drew to a close.

“What did you think?” Salim asked him.

“Nothin' I didn't figure before: you got a lot on your shoulders, and you're pretty fuckin' amazing for dealin' with it.”

“I appreciate the vote of confidence.” They were silent for a moment. Salim came to a sudden halt in his walk. “How did you know I wanted to go to the garden?” Jason smiled; of course Salim would recognize the path they were walking.

“You always go there after a stressful day.”

“That's true,” Salim agreed. He had an odd expression on his face as he stared at Jason. The scrutiny made Jason feel a little self-conscious.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Salim turned his gaze away, but not before Jason caught a faint flush of color on his cheeks. Jason's heart beat a little faster. He shifted on his feet and cleared his throat.

“What do you wanna eat for dinner?”

“More of your weird shit,” Salim answered at once. Jason snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Not all the food I like is weird.” Salim just laughed. He looked a little more relaxed already.

Jason was waiting at the dining table when Salim came back. The older man moved around his room, gathering his evening clothes. Jason knew Salim's routine well enough to tell just when the other was about to prepare for a bath.

“Hey, Salim,” he called, making the other pause. “C'mere and eat with me before it gets cold.” He could see Salim hesitating, but eventually he came over to sit. Jason had to bite the inside of his cheek. He'd never seen Salim look so messy before, with dirt smudged on his face and sweat on his brow.

“You could have waited for me to bathe first,” Salim complained.

“I told you I could take your bullshit,” Jason argued. “Even your sweaty, smell bullshit.” Salim's smile flickered. “I'm teasin',” Jason assured him. “You don't smell that bad.” He leaned in to take a whiff. “Kinda like flowers, actually.”

Salim let out a soft, “Oh,” and Jason blinked, realizing how close he was to the other man now. His heart started beating faster. “Thank you for being with me today,” Salim said quietly.

“You don't gotta thank me,” Jason answered, just as quiet. “I was happy to do it.” He watched Salim's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. Jason reached up to touch his cheek. He felt the skin warm under his touch and Salim's eyes widened.

Jason leaned in a little more. Their noses brushed, Salim's shaking breaths teasing his lips. Jason pressed a soft kiss against Salim's mouth. The contact sent an exciting shock through Jason's body. Those lips shaped so perfectly against his. Salim let out a sharp gasp and Jason held still, waiting. The two sat like that with lips connected for a few heartbeats. Jason dared to press on, making his lips more firm against Salim's. He slid his hand from the man's cheek to the back of his neck, sliding fingers through the short, curly hair.

“Jason,” Salim breathed, and Jason shuddered feeling the syllables of his name brushing against his mouth. There was a returned pressure as Salim kissed him back. The gesture was soft and sweet, and over too soon. “Ahm,” Salim gulped. “We should, ah, eat.”

“Right,” Jason nodded, pulling back. The shock of their kiss still buzzed through him. It didn't feel entirely real, and yet nothing else explained the charge in the air between them. He tried to eat normally but he couldn't stop looking Salim's way, and every time their eyes met Jason's heart would skip a beat. Salim's answering smile was a little shy, gaze flicking to Jason's mouth.

They didn't kiss again, but the feel of it never left Jason's lips. It was still there when he crawled into bed, and he had an even harder time sleeping than usual.

[odetodilfs]

can u do game joel miller x male reader where the male reader has alot of drawings of him with hearts around him in his notebook?

Drawings

Thanks anon for this amazing request, I enjoyed writing this!! Pairing: Joel Miller x m!reader Kinks: none really, but there's a hickey

Ever since the apocalypse broke out you’d been sticking with Joel, and as you hung out more and more with him your worst possible fear happened: catching feelings for him. Was it even that hard not to? He was the most beautiful, incredible and brave man you had ever seen, he made you feel safe.

You doubted Joel would reciprocate your feelings towards him, but luckily, you had always been an artsy person, you always let your feelings out in your art, and your feelings for Joel had been no exception, one night in particular, you sketched Joel as he slept beside you, and drew some hearts around him, he was your world and you needed him so badly it ached. By now, you had about 5 drawings of him.

One afternoon, you went to the bathroom out in the woods, but left your sketchbook behind, so while Joel had been organizing something on the table that you left your book on, it fell and he picked it up and flipped through it to see what it was..

He was met with sketch after sketch of himself, almost every one of his details carefully drawn, and with hearts around them, this wasn’t Ellie’s, she was not that good of an artist, it could only be yours, could it mean… you felt something for him? Joel’s heart was at full speed, he’d been having thoughts about you, thoughts you wouldn’t consider as “friendship” thoughts, he wanted more than that.

“Is that… my sketchbook-” you asked, shocked and scared, maybe he had seen your drawing “Uhm- yes it is” you had caught him, “Look- about the picture-” you started, but he cut you off, “No, I like it, it’s… better than the Mona Lisa” he joked, “Funny, but I mean the other part” you insisted, “Well, I’m gonna be straightforward, do you want to be just friends with me?” he asked, you were conflicted: you couldn’t lie to him, but you didn’t want him to know either, a soft “Yes” came out of your lips, he started getting closer to you, both of you blushing like 2 teenagers, was this about to happen, suddenly, Joel stopped his slow pace and brought his lips to yours, it felt better than anything you’d ever felt before, his lips were so soft in contrast to his slightly spiky beard, both of you slightly moaning into the kiss.

“I’ve wanted you for some time now” Joel said, “Me too” “Should we…” he said pointing at the bed, “What about Ellie? “She’s asleep, no worries” he said, as you both went on the bed, clothes off as Joel’s warm scent started immediately filling and soothing your nostrils, “Can’t believe this is happening” Joel said dreamily as you grinded on his dick, he had to push you off so he could lube it up. “God, Joel, fuck me” you begged, “On one condition” he smirked, “What is it?” you asked, “You have to keep drawing me” “It’ll be a pleasure” you said as he flipped you on your back and started to go inside you, his dick even lightly grazing your g-spot caused you to moan in pleasure, “Shhh, don’t wanna wake up Ellie” he said, “Okay” you gasped as Joel’s dick was now fully inside you, “Feel good? Too much?” he asked, making sure you were okay, “Yeah” you gasped out, he was so big, and when he started thrusting you could only whimper as the pleasure was driving you crazy, and you could tell Joel enjoyed your sounds, suddenly, you felt his lips on your collarbone, “Why so low?” you asked, 

 “Just so Ellie doesn’t give us shit tomorrow, she says that she knows exactly what’s going on” 

 “So you don’t wanna prove her right” “Yup” he said, “I think I can keep the secret” you said as you both chuckled and Joel resumed thrusting inside you, “Fuck- so- tight…” he moaned as your hole sucked his dick inside.

He kept hitting your spot with each thrust and your sight was going blurry as he drove you closer to your orgasm. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he got on top of you, you could feel his body against yours, the hairs on his chest, it was so, so good. He started kissing and nibbling on your neck as his thrusts absolutely pulverized your ass, “Oh fuck- Joel- I’m gonna cum!” you said, “Go ahead baby, cum for me, cum for me” he whispered huskily in your ear, “Oh god!” you almost screamed as you came between your hot, sweaty bodies, your dick twitching between your bellies, your ass clenching down on Joel’s meat. 

Joel didn’t take much longer to cum, he moaned loudly as he finally came inside you, claiming you as his. “Holy shit, that was incredible,” Joel breathed out, smiling, “Can we cuddle?” he said, with puppy eyes, he didn’t have to ask twice, “Yeah, we can” he immediately snuggled into you, as you held him in your arms, “Goodnight darlin’, love you” he said as he finally fell asleep on your chest, “Love you too” you said as you slept as well.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Wrapped Around Your Finger

Kinktober Day 21: Mutual Masturbation

Relationship: Ransom Drysdale x fem!wife reader (ninja and puppy, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~1k

Summary: Ransom loves coming home to you

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual (cum eating, soft sex, dirty talk and teasing, mentions of m receiving oral sex), established relationship, fluff, these two being all in love and shit, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Listen, I know I am exceptionally behind on these, but this is definitely not totally on me, as someone (they know who they are) has been a monumental distraction over the past few weeks. So we’re still just churning these out whenever I’m done with them, and if Kinktober turns into Kinkmas, don’t judge me too hard.

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

It had been the longest fucking week of Ransom’s life. He didn’t think the two of you had ever been apart for more than 72 hours since you’d first moved in with him, so he guessed after three years and you marrying each other it was about time. But he fucking hated it. Even calling you every morning and every night wasn’t enough for him, and he could tell Ari was a little miffed every time he pouted through a meeting with a potential investor because he’d had to cut his call with you short. Of course, he got to bring his fiancé with him, so he didn’t think the man could really be that mad at him.

As soon as an earlier flight opened up though he jumped on it, giving Ari and Jake only the briefest goodbye before speeding towards the airport. He decided it was good that the two of you still hated being apart after so long together, rather than listening to the teasing of your two best friends when they told him you were both a little on the codependent side. You just still loved each other. A lot. The most.

Ransom finally started to relax when the car pulled up to your house, a warm grin spreading across his face while he opened the front door as quietly as possible so the dogs wouldn’t bark and wake you up. It was so late, or early really, and even though he knew when he took the earlier flight he was going to be getting in while you were still asleep, being able to be in the same bed with you again was all he needed.

He froze when he got to the top of the stairs and he heard one of your beautiful, low moans coming from the bedroom. That sound and the thought of what exactly you were probably doing at the moment went straight to his dick, like it always did, and he was barely able to stop himself from ripping the door off the hinges and diving into bed with you immediately. But he wanted to see you.

You whined when he gently pushed the door open, making him bite his lip to hold back his groan when he walked into the room and finally set eyes on you. Your face was hidden since it was buried in your pillows, but he couldn’t stop watching the way your body was rolling under the covers while he stripped out of his clothes. Every single whimper and sigh that came from your mouth just made him harder, his fist wrapping around his cock once he was naked as he prowled towards the bed.

“Baby…” Ransom grinned and purred when you let out a sharp gasp at him crawling into the bed with you, ducking close when you turned your face to him and rubbing his nose against yours while he drew back the covers so he could watch you hump your hand while he kept stroking his cock. “I missed you.”

“Yeah… mmm, I missed you too.” You arched your back and nibbled on his bottom lip while you started pressing your fingers into your swollen clit, moaning at the wet sounds of Ransom’s hand sliding over his dick. “My husband, why would you ever leave me?”

“Because I’m a stupid fucking idiot.” Ransom growled when you disconnected from his lips just long enough to turn onto your back, his eyes narrowing while he watched you shove two fingers into your pussy and start to fuck yourself with your hand before you were kissing him again. “A dumbass, really. When I have such a beautiful, warm, slutty wife at home.”

“Mmm, the sluttiest.” You moaned into his mouth when he wrapped his free arm around you and gently squeezed your breast, your own unoccupied hand winding through his hair while you glanced down to watch him circle the swollen head of his dick with his fist. “You missed so many showers, and naked yoga, and me getting high and grinding my soft little pussy against your pillow while I watched all of our sex tapes.”

“God, you’re fucking killing me.” He pressed himself closer to you and groaned while he slowly licked into your mouth, nibbling on your lips and gazing into your eyes when he felt your breath hitch. “I’m never leaving again. Or I’m taking you with me.”

“Such a needy puppy.” You beamed at him before your eyes fluttered closed and your mouth dropped open, your thighs closing around your hand while your cunt gushed all over your fingers and you let out one of those beautiful sobs he loved.

“Yeah, so goddamn needy for you, fuck.” Ransom smashed his lips to yours and grunted lewdly as his fist flew over his cock, screwing his eyes closed when he felt the first warm splash of his cum against his fingers. “Shit, baby, lemme taste, c’mon.”

“Mmm, you too, puppy.” You dragged your eyes open and held up your hand so he could suck your cum off your fingers, slowly licking his hand clean when he did the same and you whined at the taste of him. “Can’t believe you flew back at three o’clock in the morning just to get some pussy.”

“That’s not the only reason.” He rolled his eyes as he pulled the covers back over the two of you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest while he pressed soft kisses all over your face. “I wanted to sleep with my wife, plus the furry idiots.”

“Sure.” You buried your face in his neck and sighed when you breathed in his scent, humming when he kissed your hair and letting your eyes fall closed as sleep started to take you. “Why didn’t you just sleep with the lovebirds if you were so lonely?”

“The fiancés?” Ransom huffed out a laugh before letting himself relax into you. “I mean, I don’t think they were getting a whole lot of actual sleep, I’m pretty sure Jake wouldn’t have let Ari’s cock out of his mouth if he didn’t have to.”

[redwayfarers]

@galadae your prompt once more isn't processed bc tonglr. sad nero noises. but also they're never getting this together! have some intellis angst + aeran character study

fandom: wayfarer ship: cassander inteus/aeran kellis (intellis) characters: cassander inteus, aeran kellis rating: gen words: 1137 divider credit

prompt: kiss to shut someone up

At first, Aeran doubted that Zenaida would pay them. Cass did too, if his jabs and comments on Dareia were anything other than sheer boredom. But she came through in the end - a promised three thousand crowns each, and they took every last one of them, never to see a Guild Mage again in their lives. 

At least there weren’t any in the middling Coveran village they came to. Cass had insisted. Aeran doesn’t understand what drew him to Covera, but he doesn’t need to. The ease with which Cassander sits and watches the sea in the evenings makes up for all the confusion. Sometimes Aeran sits with him, brings some fruit, and they share it in comfortable silence, hands joined on the rocks. 

It’s been a few months since. A month more than what the locals usually allow. 

“Aren’t you glad we went to Covera?” Cass asks one evening over dinner, in between bites of cheese. “People here don’t give a shit. Everywhere else we would’ve been strays already. Here we just buy meat and cheese and veggies and go fuck in our little cottage and nobody bats an eye.” He picks up a grape and eats it with gusto. “Why didn’t we come to Covera sooner? We wouldn’t have seen Quirinus. But no, you had to arrange that Zenaida thing. Doesn’t matter, right? We’re elves. We can afford to wait months or years. Maybe even a century.” 

Aeran stares. The cheese stares back, as do the grapes and the cooked fish. Cass has always had a long tongue, true, and it is true Aeran did barter with Zenaida while Cass almost died in the Count’s villa and needed surgical attention only she could provide. 

“Nothing to say, Kellis?” Cass says and pushes a grape into Aeran’s mouth. “Eat up. We can afford to eat like fucking kings for once.” 

Aeran has little choice but to obey. 

That evening, as he’s cleaning up, light from a nearby candle catches onto the scar on his shoulder. It’s deep, fresh and mangled, as if just surgically sealed shut, yet there is no puffiness and redness of a new wound. He seems unperturbed by it, and by all accounts, it should hurt. 

“Are you in pain, Songweaver?” Aeran asks and reaches out to run his fingers over it. Cass smiles and shakes his head. 

“Just looks nasty. Otherwise it’s fine.” 

“It’s been months. It shouldn’t be this mangled, Cassander. If you’ve been hiding it from me all this time–” 

Cassander laughs, throaty, loud. The whole cottage echoes with it. When he looks at Aeran, his smile is gummy. “Trust me, I would’ve let you know already.” 

Lies. His Songweaver whines when it’s a cut, but won’t say a thing when it’s something big. Taking care of wounds hurts extra; painkillers have always had less effect on him. 

Cass then sets the broom down and walks over. His shadow is long and dark. His hair adds and expands the leanness of his body until his reflection takes over the whole wall. He’s never seen Theokleia Inteus, and would shoot her on sight if he ever did, but in his mind’s eye, Aeran finally sees why Cassander is his mother’s son. 

He then feels a hand on his shoulder and a pressure of a warm, freckled body against his own. Cass’ lips are on Aeran’s forehead, full and soft. “‘Sides, some wounds never heal. I think you know that. I know that, too. Too many wounds, it’s a fucking miracle we’re able to exist still. But we don’t have anyone to stitch them, do we? We stitch them ourselves.” He then guides Aeran’s hand to the mangled tissue. “And when we do find someone else to do it, they do it so shittily it’s all mangled and ugly.” 

Aeran looks at his feet. His own shoulders are shaking. His eyes are watering. 

“Stitch your own fucking wounds, Kellis. Stop being a coward and running away from that.” 

“What about you?” Aeran bites out. “Don’t tell me you’re this pinnacle of goodness, you asshole, because you’re not. You’re bleeding out left, right and center, for fuck’s sake.” 

“You don’t know half of it,” Cassander’s voice turns rough and raspy. “I’m not making it everyone else’s problem. If they dislike the sight of blood, they can leave.” 

Aeran’s shaking. He refuses to cry, but he’s shaking like a leaf. “Songweaver–” 

Cassander kisses him, rough and hard. “I think you like the sight of blood, though. You’re drenched in it yourself. Clean your own and then we can talk.” 

Aeran wakes to the shifting of the ship. His elven eyesight pierces the darkness around him so suddenly he gasps, like someone held him underwater and is just now letting him breathe. Only sounds reaching his ears are the waves of the Rhesainian ocean and the heaviness of his own breathing, labored and harsh. 

And, well, the rhythmic breathing of another person, sound asleep on Aeran’s chest. 

At some point during the night, Cassander migrated from sleeping next to Aeran’s side to planting himself face first into Aeran’s chest. All Aeran sees is the mess of dark, red curls and the twin points of his ears that peek through. He pokes them on a whim; Cass doesn’t budge. Why would he? He spent the last few hours before exhaustion finally won over crying in Aeran’s arms. It was unwise to take more painkillers, Malsara said, but almost dying is painful. 

At least he gets some respite of it in his sleep. 

That same Cassander shadowed everything in Aeran’s dream. He wipes the sweat off his brow. He’s hot and stuffy and mildly uncomfortable, but he feels less comfortable letting go of Cass now he isn’t this giant, sharp-tongued beast. Instead, he’s smaller and gentler and real. The pressure of his body isn’t oppressive anymore. 

Aeran throws his head back as much as he can and sighs deeply. His hands press against Cass’ body tighter. Cass grumbles and Aeran starts humming a song he heard Cass sing under his breath once or twice. He doesn’t know the words, he doesn’t speak Vestran, but the beat is easy enough to follow. Cass settles again. 

Just a bad dream, Aeran thinks. He doesn’t dare look at Cassander’s wound, bandaged as it is. He doesn’t want to think about his dream, or what it may mean, or why it pops up, or why his stupid head gives those words to Cassander in particular. He’s not harmless by any means, but Aeran refuses to acknowledge that right now, and instead prefers to watch his sleeping, peaceful form. 

Maybe after Velantis is in the dust, he can think about it. In the meantime, he has this. That’s all he can muster to think right now. 

He doesn’t have any other choice. 

[minjiarchive]

earned it | jiu x fem!reader

^ new title layout

warning / smut

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"shit, my phone is ringing." at this hour? the sound of her annoying, repeating ringtone made her lift her head from your chest to look. her phone lightly shined at her face with the name displayed, "kim bora~" minji contemplated on answering or if she should just ignore it, but if she's calling so late at night then it must be important.

she turned to look back at you with your hands still guiding hers down between your center again – needing more. "minji... please don't sto-"

"quiet now love, i wont but listen to me," she slowly lifted herself up and reached over for her phone, while continuing her dirty act behind the screen. it's not like bora would ever know what happens when the other members aren't home.

"do not make a sound while i fuck you, understand?" minji demands, her voice is so soft yet she sounds so bossy with it. you nodded to agree with whatever she said. if you were going be honest, you didn't like it. you wanted to have the control to scream out her name as much as you'd like, and how loud as you'd like. you also didn't want to make a scene during her call, so trying to stay quiet would be fucking torture. "make one sound and i'm stopping until im done with the phone."

her fingers entered you and you already lost with a moan that slipped past your lips. catching your doing before further punishment; bringing your hand up to your mouth to hopefully muffle your moans as much as possible. "good girl." kissing you one last time and accepted the call from nosy bora. "took you long enough to answer."

"what's up sua, im in the middle of something. make it quick please." make it quick? like she could make you cum quick too. she pushed herself deeper into you, causing you to throw your head back – crashing into the pillow too. your hips rolled and grinded faster at the knuckle deep sensation. "i was just wondering if you wanted something from the store?" her pace quickened and this started to feel impossible to keep yourself quiet "...i wasn't too sure if you wanted something to eat when we get back."

"what time would you be getting back?"

"about 12:00?"

minji drew circles with her thumb on your throbbing and wanting clit to end your suffering. the time on her phone read, 11:46 PM. i could make her cum before they get back. "thank you for the offer but me and y/n are actually good. we were hungry for something... else." your breathing grew heavier under the amount of bliss that took control of you. even muffling curses that left your mouth wasn't enough to keep you quiet either. "oh okay, just let me know if you need anything! i need to go though, we're about to leave."

"okay sounds good, stay safe and i'll see you later." the last stroke of her two fingers in you tipped you to your edge and you couldn't handle it anymore. "you can cum, you earned it for being so good." minji whispered in your ear which for sure pushed you completely to your climax. your hips raised in her hands that helped you release. then her phone went back to her home screen meaning the painfully, what felt like an eternity, long phone call was over.