#can’t explain how much i need to leave marks down his back and neck and arms and everything else

[wildsaltair]

husband? husband???

[nmakii]

inspired by @kaislvves’s bastard post… ps: i acc love dior sauvage its my scent for when i go to school but its so strong HAHAHAHA

kaiser’s cologne has an overwhelming scent. not just in a way that two sprays could fill the entire bastard münchen cafeteria in his scent, but also in a way that lasts. his scent lasts on for a week before it finally wears off.

what’s his scent? dior sauvage, the scent of liars. kaiser likes the overwhelming presence of its’ scent; it’s as powerful as he is.

he loves to spray his cologne all over your closet and clothes, making sure that whatever you wear, and whatever perfume you try to wear to overpower it, you end up on the other side smelling of him.

it’s adorable how you spray on your 70 euro hermès perfume, checking out your outfit in the full-body mirror in your bedroom, before you’re coughing and choking on his overwhelming scent.

“mikka!” you shout out. “stop spraying your perfume on my clothes, it’s so strong!” you frown. his attention is finally raised away from his phone when he finally looks up to you, small circle-framed glasses starting to slide down his nose before he pushes it up with his middle finger.

“why should i? i like doing it.” he simply states. that’s just how he was; how he was raised— if he wants something, he must do everything to take it. likewise, if he wants to keep something, he has to make sure no one else steals it.

and with a job that forces him to almost always be out of country, he can’t help but worry about his rose. what if another piece of trash tries to flirt with you while you’re vulnerable? the overwhelming, almost sickly scent of citrus and pepper would be enough to tell them to back off; you’re already taken by another man.

“yeah; well, i don’t like it. it always lingers for too long.” you explain. and to kaiser, your explanation is moronic. “…that’s the point of a cologne; to linger.” he bluntly states. you roll your eyes at his smart-assed response, and scoff, “ugh— duh, but it stays on for days!”

kaiser only shrugs. “good. everyone knows you’re taken.” he’s quite adamant to telling the media what fragrance he uses. it’s odd, but he always encourages his interviewers to smell him in at least one point of the interview, giving him the chance to comment on his fragrance. it’s become a bit of a meme in his fandom that he wants to get sponsored by dior. but, no.

this isn’t about money.

it’s about everyone knowing his scent.

like a wolf marking his territory, kaiser leaves his scent on what he owns. and what he owns is you; your heart. it’s not enough that you love him with your heart as much as he cherishes you— he needs others to feel him spiritually when you’re nearby.

“this is stupid, mikka. none of my perfumes linger anymore cause of your dumb sauvage.” you scoff. and, kaiser stands up from his place in the bedroom, moving behind you. his overwhelming height makes for an awkward position when he rests his arms on your shoulders, and his jaw on your forehead. he stares at the reflection in the mirror, admiring of his and your beauty. the glint in his eyes is dangerous— as dangerous as the cheshire grin he proudly displays before he completely destroys an opponent in a match.

“would you want different kind of physical marking then?” he asks. his fingers delicately ghosting to touch the ticklish parts of your neck.

“…no.” you roll your eyes. kaiser sneers.

“then, you’ll have to stick with the cologne.”

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Hi omg, I love your dragon!hybrid Targaryen stories. I was just wondering if you could do one for Aegon? Or like include him in one of the hcs and like explore the idea of them being like jealous?

How Dragon!Hybrid Targaryens deal with their jealousy.

Hey anon! I'm glad you like those stories; they're very dear to me, too! Thank you so much for your ask! I’m not super into Aegon as a whole character, but I find that there’s a way to integrate him into the story.

And your jealousy idea would be exciting, especially with Dragon!Hybrids. 

I used those who (I think) would be most prompt in being jealous in the first place and explained why the others don’t feel jealous, per se. (Everyone except Laenor and Laena.)

Warnings: 16+ for Aegon (obviously), description of gaslighting (Daemon), jealousy (somewhat mild but still).

Original Masterlist

Dragon!Hybrid Masterlist

Aegon: His jealousy comes from a deep insecurity and the feeling of not being enough. And I don’t think he deals with his jealousy very well. Either he enters fits of anger or cries about it, then fucks you mercilessly, because that’s basically all he knows to do. 

Brutal movements, hips hitting hips, deep warmth inside your body, his hand holding yours over your head, his lips leaving marks on your skin. Desperation in his movements, pleas for your love. 

“Please, please don’t leave me.” Between groans and moans and sighs, Aegon cannot keep his voice down. 

Anger and despair and loss. All the things he feels when he watches you interact with everyone else that’s not him. He lets his free hand run free from your neck to your hips, leaving bluish marks for remembrance of him in the morning. 

“You’re mine.” Snarled into your neck, as he tugs your hair, make your back arch so as to meet his frantic pace. Drunk mumbling about enemies taking you away and teary comments for his mother never to know about you. 

You’re his secret, his peace. 

Aemond: Aemond would kill a bitch. Not cut, kill. His jealousy comes from his lack of actual appreciation and possessions. He’s scared that somebody better could take you away from him. 

“Aemond, there is no need to draw your sword…” You tried to softly reason with him, hands grasping at his, trying to hold said sword in place. Aemond’s face is cold and closed off, his eye strained on the injuring party, who stands a good amount of space away from the both of you. 

“Pray tell, Qelos, why I shouldn’t?” He humours you, his tone freezing, back straight as an arrow. He never lowered his gaze from his now mortal enemy. The other party shivers, and you can’t help but look their way for a second. A mistake, and you feel Aemond take a step forward. 

“Enough, husband,” you hiss, looking to his face, eyes going from his own purple iris to his eyepatch. “You cannot fight all those who spent time with me. Lord Maxwayl only wished to offer his congratulations.” You tell him in a low tone, hands still grasping around his on the hilt of his sword. 

There’s no fear in your gaze, only anxiety. A diplomatic miscommunication of this size wouldn’t be a good thing for the Greens. And Aemond knows this. He lowered his gaze to meet yours, and finally, his shoulders relaxed, and he smirked. 

“Very well. Thank you, good lord, for your words; we are very happy.” He acknowledged the fearing lord with a predatory smile. Promises of violence are still present in his face, a warning for the next time he touches what is his.

Baela: Baela is well-educated and balanced. She’s not prompted to be jealous. Why would she? Her name and position are very advantageous. She’s had a very good education in many fields of study. Her Rider would be crazy to even consider another option. 

And she would come and get you anytime. 👀

Daemon: He’s not jealous; you’re jealous. Will not fight with you about it. What do you mean you think he did something to the squire that helped you two days ago? Oh, you mean the one who saw your ankles by accident? Nope. He definitely didn’t do anything to him. 

“I promise, Byka Azantys. I have done nothing to your help.” His smirk makes your blood boil. You know, know that somehow he’s done something, organised the disappearance of your favourite little squire. A promising little boy with stars in his eyes. 

“I don’t believe you.” You argue, crossing your arms over your chest, taking a step to put distance between the two of you. His smirk grows bigger, and your teeth clench with a white-hot anger. 

“I can’t make you change your mind, but my words are true. Now come, enough of this childish dispute; I’ve missed you terribly.” He takes a step closer to you, his hands taking their place on your hips, thumbs running against the material of your clothes, as if to soothe you. And you let him. 

A small purring noise escaped his throat as he tugged you closer to his chest. He dipped his neck to kiss yours. You knew it was to change your mind and you didn’t fight him. You didn’t really want to know what he did to that squire after all. 

Helaena: Helaena is not jealous. She’s just happy to have someone that listens to her, that makes her feel safe. In her mind, your relationship is not one to be jealous of; you’re her rock, her peace, and her shelter. 

Jacaerys: He’s jealous of the time you spend with others. He’s very protective of your time together and will blatantly refuse to accommodate others when they want to invade his peace. 

“Leave.” He grumbled from his position, face nuzzled in your chest, not even considering for a second that your naked bodies intermingled might be embarrassing for some parties in this discussion. 

“Your presence is requested at a council meeting.” Rhaenyra’s voice float’s through your chambers, and if you want to liquify and disappear in the bedding, Jace could not care any less. His wings flutter into existence, covering your body and his as he raises his head to glare at his mother. 

“We’ve just left a council meeting three hours ago.” He counters, curly hair unkempt and messy from your previous activities. You blink, and the smoke you thought was escaping his mouth is gone, but the smell of sulfur still lingers around you. His mother tries to reason with him, calling out his name, not unlike a plea. 

“Jace…”

But he shakes his head, resting it against your chest once more, eyes closing. “It’s late, and I made a promise to stay here tonight, Mother.” His tone is without appeal, and Rhaenyra glances at you before nodding. 

“Very well, but you must come to the council tomorrow.” She warns before closing the door behind her. Jace only grunts his response, kissing the skin that’s closest to his lips.

Rhaena: She’s not jealous; she’s disappointed. Her lack of capacity to shift makes her feel a little less than her sister and stepbrothers/uncles/cousins. But she is more one to talk about her feelings than make a scene, take her anger out on you, or gaslight you about it. 

The silence in her chambers is broken only by the crackling of the fire, which was alighted for your comfort. The both of you are currently occupied with books, a usual occupation for the nights you spent together. But Rhaena cannot find the concentration she needs to read even a single page of her book. 

“Do you love me?” She asks unprompted, breaking the silence like one would break a wall of ice, her heart suddenly thumping with worry that she just did something awful. You put your book down, gazing up, surprised, as you look in her direction. 

“Of course I do. Why do you ask?” Now it’s your turn to ask, leaning to catch her hand with yours. It’s colder than hers, and she worries about the temperature of the room for a moment before answering you. 

“It’s just… didn’t your family send other proposals for your hands?” 

That was your private letter. And Rhaena is not one to read private letters, but it was open, there, for her to see all of the little words written on the page. You sigh. 

“Of course, but that’s usual. I’ve already sent my answer. I will not give you up, my love.” You smile at her, running a thumb over her hand gently. She nods. 

“But you could’ve chosen anybody else.” It’s your turn to nod. 

“Yes, and I chose you.” 

Rhaenyra: Rhaenyra is not jealous. She’s possessive and territorial, but that comes with the dragon spirits. (I spoke about it here, and here). 

Taglist : @lady-dragon-rider

[scarlethexelove]

hi, can you please do agatha harkness x fem reader, where reader was sexually abused by ex girlfriend badly and has trauma so agatha helps to overcome it? their first time being together...

Soft

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 1684

Warnings: Soft sex, Smut, Soft Agatha, Fingering, Oral, just fluffy smut

Pt 1

A/n: I hope it is ok that I'm making this as a second part to my other fic. Aggie is just so sweet and soft and caring. I just can't with her. Hopefully this is ok and what you wanted.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

Your clothes slip off your body as you undress after the most perfect date with the perfect woman. Agatha has been so gentle and caring. She always checks on your boundaries after you explained your past to her. You don’t know how you lucked out on finding her but you are so grateful. 

You turn around to admire Agatha as she slips her clothes off. She is only left in her bra and panties. “Aggie.” She hums, turning around to look at you. “Oh shit. I’m sorry sweetheart.” She adverts her eyes from your already naked form. “Aggie it’s ok. You can look.” You say a bit shy. She looks back at you, her eyes filled with admiration for you. She always respects your body and always takes your feelings into account. You make your way closer to her and take her hand in yours looking up into her eyes. You give her a soft smile. “I think I’m ready to try.” Your voice is soft. 

Agatha looks at you searching for any hint of hesitation but finds none. She gives you a soft smile back. “Are you sure sweetheart?” You give her a nod. “You make me feel safe and loved. I’m ready to try.” You see nothing but the love and admiration she has for you. “If you are sure then I would be happy to. But if at any point you want to stop just tell me and we will stop. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

Your heart melts with her concern for you. It has been many months of therapy for you to get to this point. You have gone to both personal therapy and couples therapy. It’s not that you needed to do couples therapy but you both wanted to learn about each other and you both could work on slowly introducing sex back into your life if you so wish. There have been countless conversations about your boundaries. It has never been too much to go over it multiple times in order to make sure that you are comfortable and you are so thankful for that. 

Agatha takes your hand and leads you towards the bed. As you crawl on the bed Agatha strips down the rest of the way. You can’t help but stare at how beautiful she looks. She catches you staring which makes you blush and looks down. She crawls on the bed moving to hover over you. She gently lifts your chin and kisses you softly. “You’re so beautiful baby.” She whispers against your lips. “Not as beautiful as you.” You whisper back, making Agatha shake her head. “I have never seen someone more beautiful than you.” If possible your cheeks turn a darker shade of red. 

The sound of your heartbeat is all that you can hear as your anxiety spikes. You tense slightly when Agatha gently grabs your hips and kisses your neck. She stops immediately feeling you tense. “Do you want me to stop?” She asks you worried. “No.” You shake your head. “Sorry.” Her thumb rubs gently against your skin which makes you relax. She pecks your lips softly. “Okay.” She smiles. “Just try and relax and I will do all the work.” You nod at her words as you lean back and try your best to relax.

Agatha kisses your neck starting to trail kisses down from your neck and to your chest. She is making sure not to leave any marks behind as she works her way down. She wants to make sure not to cross your boundaries that you set. She trails down further until she is laying between your legs. “Is this ok?” She asks you. “Yes.” It comes out a bit breathy as you nod, you’re already getting worked up from her small touches. But not worked up in a bad way, excited for the chance to give all of you to Agatha. 

Soft kisses are placed on your thighs as Agatha gently caresses your hips rubbing soothing circles there. You reach your hand down for her free one looking for a way to ground yourself before you become too overwhelmed. She takes your hand and laces her fingers with yours and smiles softly at you. 

“May I?” Agatha asks. She wants to check in with you every step of the way which makes your heart swell with love. “Yes… Please Aggie , I need you.” You haven’t felt this desperate in so long that you are a little taken aback by how you sound. “Anything for you sweetheart.” She leans in placing a kiss on your clit, which makes you shudder. An old sensation that feels new… different. 

You squeeze Agatha’s hand as she sucks your clit in her mouth. In all of your talks about boundaries it was agreed upon that your first time would only be mouth and fingers and only two fingers. Agatha doesn’t want to overwhelm you with more, giving you just the perfect combination. She can keep it gentle as she works you up. 

Agatha gently sucks your clit causing a soft moan to tumble from your lips. Agatha feels her chest swell in pride for being able to make you feel safe. Your arousal starts to leak down onto her chin as she licks and sucks at your bundle of nerves. Your hand never leaves her as she grounds you. Any worry you had washing away as she slowly builds you up. She brings her hand not holding yours down, slowly teasing your entrance with one finger. 

Iridescent eyes find yours silently asking your permission. You nod your head breathing heavily as you look down at the woman between your legs. She slowly pushes her finger into your waiting hole. Once fully pushed in she lets you get used to feeling. The feeling is slightly overwhelming causing you to grip her hand harder. She gently rubs her thumb on the back of your hand trying to relax you. After a moment your grip relaxes and she starts to slowly thrust her finger. 

You hate to admit how embarrassingly fast the knot in your stomach is growing. The new feeling and how soft and attentive Agatha is being is bringing you closer to the edge. Your hips start to lightly buck into her face the more comfortable you feel with the woman. You can feel her smile against you as you do so. Her finger curling as she pulls out hitting that perfect spot inside of you. Moans start to tumble from your lips the more pleasure that you feel. 

Agatha adds her second finger stretching your walls more as she builds you. Her expert tongue toying with your clit has your walls clenching around her fingers. She can feel how close you are getting. Your hips buck as your thighs tighten around her head. A pleasure that you never thought you would welcome again slowly taking over. 

Agatha can tell you're close to falling over the edge as she works you up keeping a gentle and slow pace. “Cum when you're ready baby.” She mumbles against your clit. The vibrations sending you over the edge. You moan as your thighs clamped around her head. Your walls pulsing around her fingers as you coat them with your cum. Your hips wildly buck when she sucks on your clit. She rides you through your high before it starts to become too overwhelming for you. 

You close your eyes feeling tears well up. Agatha stops and pulls away slowly not wanting to hurt you. When she sees the look on your face and you open your eyes she panics. “I’m so sorry baby. Did I hurt you? Oh god I’m so sorry.” You can see the panic and worry written all over her face as she sits up and looks you over. She sees the unshed tears and panics more. You shake your head. “I’m ok.” The tears were happy tears. You had thought that you would never be able to be intimate with another woman after your ex but here you are with the most amazing woman ever. 

Agatha doesn’t buy it though still worried that she has some how fucked it up and ruined all of your progress. You shake your head and pull her hand towards you gently kissing the back. “I’m happy Aggie. I can’t thank you enough.” You tell her admiration for the woman in front of you. You can see her relax at your words so thankful that she didn’t hurt you. She moves to lay down next to you. You instantly move closer to her and she wraps her arms around you tightly pulling you closer to her. “No need to thank me baby. I would do anything for you.” 

You can tell Agatha wants to kiss you but is hesitant. Your juices are still coating her lips. “Aggie, you can kiss me.” You tell her. “Are you sure? If you aren’t ready I can go brush my teeth and clean up.” You shake your head with a wide smile on your face. So thankful for her always putting your needs above her own. “Kiss me.” You mumble leaning towards her. She can’t resist you and meets you halfway there as your lips meet. It’s odd to taste yourself on her lips but oddly satisfying.  

When the two of you pull back you lay your head on her chest as the room falls into a peaceful silence. “What about you?” You look up at the older woman breaking the silence. She shakes her head with a soft smile. “Tonight was about you sweetheart. Don’t worry about me.” You're hesitant. “Are you sure?” Agatha kisses your head. “Absolutely, I don’t need anything other than you. You can next time, how about that?” You smile and nod. “Next time.” You whisper as you cuddle in closer. Both of you slowly drift off to sleep in each other's arms. Content with life and excited about the progression of your relationship. It isn’t always this easy in the future but you always work together to make things right.

[minniesmutt]

❄︎ ━━━━━━ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩

❄︎ ━━━ PAIRING: HAN X READER X FELIX ❄︎ ━━━ CW: BRAT!READER, SWITCH!HAN, SWITCH!FELIX, MXM INCLUDED, KNEE-HIGH SOCKS + THIGH HIGHS, TEASING, MARKING, EDGING, DEGRADING, FACE FUCKING, DRESSING UP, PET NAMES (PRINCESS, BUNNY, BUN, DOLL, BABY), CUM SWALLOWING + SPITTING, ORAL (M. + F. REC), DEGRADING NAMES (WHORE, TOY, ), CLOTHED SEX, MANHANDELING, FACE SITTING, BONDAGE, ANAL FINGERING, CUM SHARING/EATING, UNPROTECTED SEX, BALL GAG, BREEDING IF YOU SQUINT, IMPLIED MORE ROUNDS  ❄︎ ━━━ WC: 2.4K ❄︎ ━━━ NOTE: don't write much Mxm but I tried 🥲 ❄︎ ━━━ 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog

     Y/n was weak for her boyfriends wearing shorts and knee-high socks. More often than not it was Felix and on a very rare occasion Jisung. But she loved it either way. It wasn’t a shock when Felix came home from dance practice to get ready for their date night and Y/n saw him in his gym shorts and over-the-knee socks. She finished putting mascara on before walking over to him as he unloaded his bag. 

     “Hi princess,” Felix greeted her as her arms wrapped around his waist.

     “How was practice?” She asked, fingers already playing with the waistband of his shorts

     “Good. Still a few things to work on but we’ll be ready soon. Ji’s helping Chan in the recording studio so he told me to come back without him.” He explained

     “How long is he gonna take?” Y/n asked

     “Maybe another thirty minutes,” He shrugged before feeling her hands dip under his waistband, “Princess.”

     “You look so good right now. I can’t help myself,” Y/n smiled as she kissed the back of his neck. 

     “There are rules for a reason, princess. You know that.” He turned around in her hold and took her hands out of his pants

     “Please, Lixie. Can I just suck on the tip?” Y/n pleaded

     She knew both he and Jisung were weak to her puppy dog eyes. It was always easy for her to get what she wanted from them. Caused some trouble too.

     “Just the tip.” He agreed and sat back on the bed.

     Y/n smiled as she got on her knees in front of him and he pulled his shorts and boxers down mid-thigh and wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped himself a few times. Y/n got right between his thighs and took over for him. Wrapping her manicured hand around him and pumped his cock while kissing up his shaft. Felix leaned back on his eyes and watched her.

     Y/n wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. She kept her hand pumping him at a steady pace. Lips sucking on his tip like a lollipop. Y/n waited till he tilted his head back and slowly took more of him into her mouth.

     “That’s not the tip princess,” Felix moaned

     Y/n moaned in reply which made him grip the sheets. Letting out a higher-pitched moan. Y/n pulled his gym shorts down to his ankles before pulling her mouth away from him and jerking him off with her hand while she kissed the inside of his thighs. Kissing up and down them before sucking and biting on the skin, leaving little marks on the skin with a smile.

     “‘M gonna cum princess,” Felix whined.

     Y/n slowed down her hand making him whine and beg for her to go faster. She just giggled as she moved to his other thigh. Stopping her hand completely at his base. Now just marking up his thighs for a moment then picking up her pace again.

     Y/n listened to moans as his hips bucked up into her hand. “Need to be in your mouth princess, please,” Felix whined

     “Not yet,” Y/n smiled, tightening her grip on him as she got to his red tip.

     She moved slowly on his cock again before wrapping her lips around the tip again. Slowly sucking him off and pulling of him when he was.

     “Princess wanna cum. Please.” 

     “No one is telling you you can’t cum Lixie,” Y/n smiled as she wrapped her lips around him again. Felix got tired of her teasing and right as he was going to cum, pushed her head down.

     Y/n grabbed his thighs as came down her throat. Grabbing onto the skin she had marked. His load filled her mouth before he pulled out and tilted her head back, leaning forward.

     “Swallow bunny,” Felix commanded

     Y/n closed her mouth and smiled at him. Felix expected to see her swallow, not spit the cum out through her lips and let it land on her thighs that were exposed from her sleep shorts.

     “Think you’re cute bunny?”

     Y/n simply nodded with a smile as he stood up in front of her, pumping his softening dick. “Open up.”

     Y/n shook her head which made Felix pinch her nose until she had to open her mouth to breathe and shoved his cock back into her mouth. Sitting heavy on her tongue as he waited till he was fully erect again. Hand moving back to the back of her head. Once he was, he was fucking her face. Y/n held onto his thighs as he abused her throat.

     So consumed with Felix she didn’t hear the front door open or Jisung walk into the room.

     “Thought we were going out tonight?” Jisung asked

     “Someone wanted to be a whore instead,” Felix said as Jisung walked over to them.

     “Couldn’t even wait till I got home to join,” He sighed as he pecked his boyfriend's lips.

     “Wanna get her dressed?” Felix asked as he pulled their girlfriend off of his cock as she gasped for air. Makeup smearing on her face

     “How has she been?” Jisung asked

     “Been edging me since I got home till I started fucking her throat. Even spit out a load.”

     “Wasting a perfectly good load?!” Jisung practically yelled. The producer hated wasting cum. He would like loads of his partner's bodies or out of their mouths. Hearing she spit it out on purpose upset him. 

     “Keep going. I’ll get her dressed.”

     Neither of the boys were blind to her habit of acting up. It almost always was when one of them had shorts and knee-high socks on. The two boys already decided to cancel the plans they actually had for the date night. Both knew the reaction they would get when they got home. 

     They also noticed just how often she wore them too. Cute frilly socks reached mid-thigh for her and it did jumpstart their dicks when she paired them with a cute skirt. So both figured they could all have some fun with it. 

     Jisung walked to their closet and pulled out a small bag as Felix pulled her back onto his cock. Jisung kneeled down behind her and unbuttoned her sleep shirt before pulling it off her shoulders. Exposing her chest to the colder air of the apartment, tossing the fabric to the side and moving to her shorts. Pulling the material along with her panties down with them. Managing to get them off her even though she refused to move off her knees.

     Felix pulled her off his cock again and helped Jisung get her shirt over her head. The short crop top coming lay just above her breasts so her underboobs were out. Felix sat back on the bed and pulled her up so Jisung could slip the short skirt up her legs along with the white thigh-high socks. Jisung stood up behind her and pressed himself up against her exposed cunt after pulling her to her feet.

     “There we go,” He smiled and lightly tapped her ass before grabbing the back of her head and pulling her back against him.

     “Look how cute you look bunny,” Felix cooed as he ran his hands down her exposed torso to the short skirt. Jisung moved his hands to her breasts. Playing with her hardened nipples through the thin material of the shirt. Y/n let out a small moan as Felix dipped his hand under the skirt and circled her clit. Y/n closed her legs around his hand as he looked up at her.

     “Open your legs bun,” Jisung whispered in her ear

     “No,” Y/n stubbornly told them.

     Both idols looked at each other before Felix grabbed her hips and pulled her forward onto him while Jisung threw his shirt off before lying on their bed.

     The two moved her so her legs to sit on either side of Jisung’s head. Jisung grabbed her thighs and pulled her down onto him, her skirt covering his face a bit but she could still feel his tongue against her and his nose rubbing against her clit.

     Felix got behind her and grabbed her wrist before she could try anything. Wrapping her wrist with rope. Making her keep her hands to herself, tucked behind her as Jisung kept her pressed to his face. The blonde moved down between their boyfriend's legs, pulling his sweats and boxers down his hips till his hard dick popped out above the waistband of the fabric.

     Laying on his stomach and spitting on his cock head and spreading hit with his hand. Jisung bucked his hips up into Felix’s hand and moaned into their girlfriends which made her moan as well. Hips slowly rolled over Jisung’s face as Felix wrapped his lips around his cock head.

     Hearing a quiet “fuck” coming from under the skirt. Felix watched Jisung grab Y/n’s hips to stop their movement and caught onto the slurping noises.

     “‘M gonna cum,” Y/n whined just before Jisung lifted her just a bit from his face as she  whined

     “Had no problem edging— fuck— Lix. You can take a little bit,” Jisung breathed out

     “I’m sorry,”

     “Don’t apologize to me.”

     Y/n turned her head back to the blond as best she could, “I’m sorry lixie.” 

     Jisung pulled her back onto his tongue as she neared the end of her sentence. Jisung really just needed to keep his mouth busy as Felix was sucking him off. Keeping his lips and hand wrapped tightly around his cock while Jisung’s tongue dove into her pussy. Licking the essence off her walls and moaning as Felix moved quicker on his cock.

     His moans picked up as he held onto Y/n tighter. Felix had almost the perfect view of both his partners falling apart before he felt Jisung’s dick twitch in his mouth. Smiling and moved a hand down and collected some of the saliva that had dripped down to his balls and circled the finger along his tight rim. 

     Jisung jerked up into his mouth as his grip tightened on Y/n. So close as Felix gently slipped his finger into his boyfriend's hole. The slightly pleasurable stretch had him cumming into Felix’s mouth. His orgasm made Y/n’s trigger as well. Mostly from the moans vibrating into her.

     Felix pulled off Jisung once he was sure he had finished. He sat up on his knees and pulled Y/n off Jisung’s face before crashing his lips onto hers. Y/n moaned as she felt Jisung’s cum enter her mouth. Jisung’s still under them watching as Felix continued fingering his ass. 

     Felix pulled away from her lips and covered her mouth till she swallowed the load he had transferred into her mouth. “Good girl,” His deep voice rang in her ear. 

     “Lix, baby, put her on my dick,” Jisung whined, “Let me cum in her.”

     The two men pushed her back till she was hovering over Jisung’s cock. Jisung lined the tip of his cock up and Felix gently pushed her down. “Fuck,” the two moaned in tandem. 

     Keeping her completely still as Felix slid another finger into Jisung. Y/n warming his cock with the occasional buck up from stimulation. Y/n whined every time he bucked up into her. Squeezing her walls around him each time till he unloaded into her. 

     Attempting to get off him once he was done only to get forced down on his cock again. “Stay right there doll,” Felix said. 

     Pulling his fingers out of Jisung making the male under her whine. Felix got off the bed as Jisung’s softening cock sat inside her. Felix did come back quickly, making her open her mouth before putting a ball gag around her head. 

     “Even prettier like this doll,” Jisung smiled up at her. 

     Felix pulled her off Jisung and laid her down next to him. Jisung turned and lifted her tiny top just a little bit to get to her nipples as Felix got between her legs. Jisung wrapped his lips around her nipples as he squeezed her other breasts. Felix threw off his t-shirt and kicked his shorts off the rest of the way before pulling her legs up to rest on his shoulders. 

     Lining himself up with her hole. Rubbing the tip between her folds and collecting her slick and Jisung’s cum that had dripped out of her. Felix pushed in all in one go. Bottoming out inside her while she moaned into the gag. 

     Felix started thrusting immediately as Jisung looked down to where his two partners were connected. Moaning around his girlfriend's nipple before moving a hand from her breast to move her skirt up so he could circle her clit. Making her clench around Felix.

     “Fuck,” Felix huffed and leaned down a bit. Hitting deeper into her. 

     “Our little toy feel good Lixie,” Jisung asked as he pulled away from her nipple

     “So good. Feels better when she clenches around me,” Felix replied

     “Think we should stay home tonight and use her up.” 

     “See how many outfits we can fuck her in.”

     Y/n clenched around Felix. Turned on by how they were talking about her like she wasn’t there even though they were pleasuring her. 

     “Gonna fill her up so I can eat our cum out of her pussy.”

     That wording just made Felix’s dick twitch inside her. Tickling a little part in his brain and Jisung knew. “Eat out our little sex toy while you get her changed.” Jisung wrapped his lips back around her nipple as she arched up off the bed. 

     “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Felix grunted, picking up his pace. 

     “Fill her up baby,” Jisung mumbled as Felix’s hips lost their rhythm before he spilled inside her. Y/n moaned as she felt his warm seed mix with Jisung’s inside of her. 

     “Fuck,” Felix grunted as he thrusted in her a few more times before he finished and pulled out. 

     Jisung sat up and looked down at her with Felix. Spreading her open and watching the cum drip out of her as she clenched around nothing. Whining under the gag and bucking her hips up. 

     “Think she wanted to cum on your cock Lix,” Jisung chuckled

     “She’s gonna have to work for it,” Felix smiled “Clean her out for us.”

     Felix gently pulled Jisung to his position and pushed him down to her cunt. Jisung smiled and wrapped his lips around her again. 

     Felix sat next to her and removed the gag from her mouth and pressed his lips to hers, “Gonna be a long night doll.”

❄︎ ━━━━━━ M.LIST    TIP JAR

❄︎ ━━━ please support writers by reblogging and/or leaving feedback

© 2024 MINNIESMUTT. DO NOT COPY, REPUBLISH OR TRANSLATE MY WORK ANYWHERE

[starkeynation]

Hi, pookie !!🎀 could you maybeee write something like mean!rafe being rough rough when doing it, taking all his anger out on us but it becomes too much and it hurts way too bad that we have to say the safeword (doesn't matter what word) so he immediately switches from mean!rafe to soft!rafe (lmao idk how to explain this very well sorryy) pls pls? Btw I luh ya lovey dovey pooks୨ৎ

english isn't my first language lol so I'm sorry if there's any grammatical mistakes in what I said😭🙈

HIII IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I wasn’t planning on to accept request since I’m only confident to write by my own ideas and just like this one, i’m scared I will procrastinate so much that it will take me too long to start writing. But since this is my first request and we’re mutuals so why not🤩 So THANKYOU SM for sending one and I appreciate you sm! Hope this meets your expectations and im sorry if it dont🥺

Safe word : Red

Masterlist

It is 3AM on a Friday night. You had fallen asleep on your couch while waiting for Rafe to finish his work. He promised to come to you straight after taking care of his business but he didn’t say he was gonna be late. Suddenly, you’re jolt awake by the loud slam of the door.

“Rafe..?” You murmur, blinking in confusion as you stare at the silhouette that just enters your dim lit living room.

“Shit…sorry, go back to sleep” Rafe says, as he walks down to your kitchen.

You take a glance at the clock hanging on your wall and follows Rafe to the kitchen. He is rummaging through your fridge, looking for god knows what. “Rafe, what are you doing?” you ask, looking at him as he continues making a mess.

“Im just trying to make a sandwich,” he replies. The way his voice blurs and the way he’s struggling to stand straight, you know he’s drunk. “It’s past 3, Rafe,” you say, your tone sounds a bit annoyed and confused as why your boyfriend is back home late and wasted.

“What? Can’t i make damn a sandwich at night?” He says, his eyebrows frown and his voice irritated. That’s not what you meant, you thought. But, you know you can’t have this talk right now cause he’s really out of it.

You sigh, “just…go sit okay, I’ll make the sandwich,” you murmur, grabbing the bread from his hand.

“Aww you will? You’re so kind baby, thank you,” he says, and proceeds to place multiple kisses on the back of your head, your temple, your cheek and now down to your jaw and your neck. “Mmmph…i need you baby,” he whispers, still dropping sloppy kisses all over you.

“You’re drunk.”

“Please baby,” he murmurs, grabbing your chin and pulls you in for a kiss. The kiss slowly starts to deepen and become intimate. You know you should tell him to sleep, get some rest, but the way he’s biting your lip, and how he taste so damn good even with the mixture of alcohol, you just couldn’t resist.

You wrap your hands around his neck, he grabs your waist and lifts you up. Your legs wrapped around his torso as he carries you upstairs to your room without breaking the kiss.

He drops you on the bed, helps you take off your nightgown and harshly push you to lay back. You gasp at his eagerness. He starts undressing himself and his lips crash onto yours again. The kiss is now rough and fill with desperation. He breaks the kiss and latches his lips onto the sensitive skin of your neck, the gentle pressure quickly turning into a heated suction, leaving a faint blush on your neck that slowly turns into a dark purple mark.

“Baby can you suck me?” He asks, as he pulls away from your neck. He gives you that slight pouty and doe eyes look. Again, how could you resist. So you nod to him as a yes and sits on the side of your bed as he stands up.

You start stroking his hard dick and place some kisses on his tip. After a few licks and teasing, you take his bulge into your mouth.

Rafe rolls his eyes in ecstasy, “fuck…yeah princess just like that,” he growls. He grabs your head and forces you take in all his length. “Good girl, who knows your pretty little mouth could take daddy’s huge cock so well huh,” he smirks. Your eyes start to become teary as you try your best not to gag while he deepens his cock in your mouth. At this point, he’s practically fucking your throat.

But he isn’t done. He takes out his dick and pushes you back on the bed. As he gets on top of you, he flips you around making you lie on your stomach. He then reaches his palm to your mouth, “spit,” he commands. You do.

He wipes your saliva on your entrance and takes you from behind. He thrust you without a warning making you moan out loud.

“Shit you’re always so tight,” he groans. He starts picking up the pace and each thrust are so deep in. As his hip clasps against your butt, he spanks it twice, harshly, leaving an immediate red mark on your ass. “You like this you dirty whore?” He murmurs, his voice deep and low.

Then, one of his hand wraps around the back of your neck and the other firmly grips your wrist. He’s harshly pressing down your neck while maintaining the pace making a tear escapes your eye and stings as it settles on your cheek.

The way he bury his cock in your throat, calling you a whore and fucks you so roughly, you know he’s angry and had a bad night. As a good girlfriend, you thought you could just let him take out his anger on you and help him take the edge off. But, it’s starting to hurt really bad now.

“Rafe…stop,” you whine.

“Stop…” he still doesn’t listen.

“Rafe! Red! Red!” You shout, your voice strained as you beg him to stop. Red is the safe word you and Rafe agreed to use way before this if the sex ever get too much, though, you never had to use it until now.

Rafe finally comes to his senses and realises that you’re in pain so he stops immediately. “Shit, baby are you ok? Fuck I’m sorry,” he says as he gets you off and looks at you full with concern.

You turn around, revealing your teary eyes and you push away his chest, “What the fuck Rafe? That hurts,” you sobs, your voice cracks.

“Im sorry, I’m so sorry,” he says as he wipes off your tears and cups your face. “Shit I don’t know what i was thinking..I shouldn’t have done that while i was drunk,” he continues. He pulls you in for a hug next. You try to break loose but he wouldn’t let you go.

“Please sweetheart, I’m so sorry. It’s just- i had a bad night, but i know i shouldn’t take it on you,” he apologises again, “God, I’m such an asshole..please forgive me.”

“Yeah, good that you’re aware,” you scoff. He grabs your shoulder and break the hug. “Please baby, I swear it won’t happen again..i love you, you know that…I’m really really sorry,” he says, his tone sincere, you know he’s telling the truth. “Look at me please,” he says, placing both of his hands on your cheek.

Eventually, you look at him in the eyes, in your dim dark room you still manage to see his crystal blue eyes. Of course, you could never stay mad at him. “I forgive you Rafe. But promise me you won’t crash out like this again,” you say, your voice slightly trembles from the cry you had.

“Yes! Yes, i promise,” he replies, pulling you back in into his arms. He kisses your forehead then to your temple, “I love you baby,” he whispers. “I love you too Rafe,” you say as you melt into his arms.

“So…you wanna talk what happened today?” You ask, breaking the silence. He lets out a soft sigh, “it’s just my dad again…but, I don’t want to talk to about it tonight. Let’s just go to sleep hmm?” He murmurs.

You whisper okay for a response and cuddle him to sleep for a comfort. Maybe tomorrow you’ll know the reason why he’s so stressed out.

Dividers from @rafeyscurtainbangs

Another A/N: honestly guys idk if im good at smut..i prefer to stick with angst but my sex tape is almost at 1000 notes so who knows🤓

[panthrnoir]

late night visit - sam monroe x reader 🌺🪷

notes- i’m finally pushing myself to write again even tho i have so many idea, send me any requests if you have any NOT PROOF READ

warning- kissing, dry humping, dirty talk

you were getting ready to take a shower after a long day of finishing all your math homework because you missed a day before. after starting to run your long waited shower, you receive a text from your boyfriend, SAM MONROE, asking if you were busy. “not for a while, i’m about to get in the shower, i’ll be done in like 20 minutes”, he responded with “good, i haven’t seen you in ages, i miss you”. you reply to his text with a heart and start to run your shower. your eyes nearly fell asleep because of how exhausted you were. after you washed your body, you hurried and wrapped yourself with a towel to shield yourself from the cold air once you got out the shower. you grabbed your phone to see a missed message from sam. “hey are you done yet, it’s been longer than 20 minutes”, you chuckle at the thought of him being so impatient. “i just got out the shower, relax, i’m just getting dressed” you replied and threw your phone on your bed so you could get dressed. you dressed in black rock hoodie that your boyfriend had given you & a pair of sweatpants. you pick up your phone to text your boyfriend that you were finished getting dressed, knowing that he would probably stop by soon. “hey i’m done getting dressed”, he started typing for what felt like hours and finally responded with “ok, i’ll be there in five minutes”. you were confused because you know that he lives almost 20 minutes away so how could he be so close already? was he waiting for you to be done? was he already there?

you thought he would take longer than he said so you lied down in your bed to stay warm. you were hoping you could get to lay down for a couple minutes before your boyfriend arrived. before you knew it, you heard a knock on the door. you threw the cover off your body, sighing because the loss of warmth, and walked downstairs to the door. as soon as you opened the door, you were embraced by your boyfriend’s arms. you could’ve sworn it gave you whiplash. “missed you so much”he muttered while his face was buried in your neck. “i missed you too, i was sick all this time”you murmured. “i brought you something” he says, placing a bag in your hand. your hands searched inside the bag and found your favorite food. you look up at him and hug him. “come on, let’s go to my room” you say while leading him upstairs towards your room. you and sam sit down on your bed while you start to eat. as you were eating, you couldn’t help but feel sam’s eyes burning into you. you stare back at him, confused. “what’s wrong babe, are you hungry too?” you questioned, offering some of your nuggets. he puts your hand back in your lap and shakes his head. “m’ just thinking about how badly i want to stick my fingers and my tongue inside you” he flirts while slowing caressing your thigh, approaching your heat. you look back up at him flushed and continue to eat your food, trying not to seem nervous. “don’t worry, i can wait until your finished baby” he snickered and leaned back on his elbows. after a few minutes, you finish your food and turn back to look at him nervously. he smirks and pulls you back next to him by your waist, already knowing what your going to say. “do you want it” he asks, rubbing your cheek. you hesitate but you consider because you’re still sick, “i wish i could but i’m not risking you getting sick” you clarify. “i don’t care, i need you” he whines. he suddenly crawls on top of and starts to leave marks on your neck. “s-sam, we can kiss or whatever, we just can’t-”you try to explain but you were cut off by sam’s lips. you flip him over so your straddling his lap and start smothering his face with your lips. sam is taken back by your sudden confidence, but he doesn’t complain and places his hands on his hips. all the kissing and grabbing all over each other, you both start breathing heavily and getting hotter. you getting for needy by the second so you start grinding your hips against the growing tent in his pants. sam groans and helps you move faster against him. “i guess this is the most i’ll get, huh” he snickers.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Like a Stone 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Loki, Tony Stark (Professor AU)

Summary: your work as a TA is complicated by more than your advisor. (tall reader)

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

‘Acceptable’. Not exceptional, acceptable. That word needles at you. 

You knew if from your first meeting, from the fact that the professor would not even look at you, that this would be difficult. Nothing worth doing is easy. But why can’t it be? 

You take a deep breath and let it out little by little. You make the suggested changes, although you would argue that some are unnecessary. Yet, you applied to be a TA as much for the learning experience as the extra money. 

“You okay?” Olive asks as she looks up from a paper streaked with eraser marks. 

“Fine,” you insist. “It’s early in the semester. I'm still getting back in the habit.” 

“I know what you mean,” she says and cradles her chin again. She furrows her nose at the textbook. 

“Need help?” You shift your laptop to the side. 

“Prim, don’t tell me you can do physics too,” she sighs. 

“My dad is a physicist,” she says. “I dabble.” 

“Wow, but... what about you?” 

“What about me? He told me to choose my major and I did.” You explain. 

“Right, sorry. I only...” 

“He wasn’t happy with my choice,” you shrug and reach for her textbook. 

“Oh, whew, I got it,” Cerise interrupts as she drops into her chair, scraping it loudly as she does. “Cider for Primmy and a white hot choccy for my Oli!” 

“Can you yell a bit louder?” You ask as you look around.  

“Sorry, sorry,” Cerise says and lowers her volume. “I just got a bit lost and I left my phone so...” 

“Thank you,” you accept the cup, “it’s appreciated. I’ll help you with that Norse once me and Olive get through this formula.” 

“Oh, Prim, I can figure it out,” Olive insists. 

You look at her. You don’t want to push. She probably can do it herself. It must be your new gig. You taught your first lesson and now you think you know it all. 

“Here,” you set down the physics book and gesture to Cerise. 

She digs around in her bag and pulls out the bright orange Norse grammar book. You look it over. It’s brand new but the same edition you used. 

“Cerise, do you still have the receipt?” You ask. 

“I just bought it today, yeah,” she answers. 

“Take it back. You can use mine. I’ll have father Fedex it overnight.” 

“Oh, but... okay, thanks.” 

“Not at all,” you flip through the pages, “you have your notes?” 

You take out your first-year binder and spread it out on the table. Compared to Cerise’ notes, it’s immaculate. You want to help her but you also can’t do everything for her. She’s smart in her own right, people just underestimate her. 

You remember the first lesson pretty well. As you go through the week’s vocabulary list, it gets easier. Cerise nods along and rewrites her note. You notice how closely she bends over the table though. She seems a little less stressed at the end. 

You sit up and rub your neck as you tilt your head one way then the other. You have a horrible habit of hunching at these tables. You push your fingertips into your muscles and hold back a yawn. 

“How about you, Olive? Did you figure it out?” You ask. 

“I think...” she answers but you don’t hear her full response. 

A tingle ripple flows over you as your eyes are caught by another pair. It’s strange. You were sure that hovering sensation was nothing. You ignored it for the Norse translation but now you’re assured of that smattering paranoia. 

It’s that man. The one you’d run in your first day. With his gross leer and his grosser words. You don’t hide your derision as you frown. He seems amused as he smirks and winks. Does he recognise you or is he just a sleaze to every woman on campus? 

“Can you check my work?” Olive nudges you with corner of her notebook, jarring you back to the table. 

“Yes,” you answer abruptly and take the book. 

You bend your head and look over the numbers. Hm. She had it but then she missed one step. 

“Right here,” you put the book down flat and point with your sharp nail. 

She reads it over and clucks, “I knew it...” 

You slide the book over and she takes it. You peek back to where that man stood. He’s gone. You roll your eyes and go back to your revisions. 

A new email pops into the corner of your screen. It’s one of those dozen emails the college sends every week about a new conference or event. You can check it after. 

Nope. Another email. This one alerts you. Doctor Laufeyson. You tap the notification. It’s a forward of the last campus email. 

‘To attend.’ 

That’s it. The only message. For a man with a doctorate, he does not expand very much on his points. Well, you guess you understood exactly what he means. You’ll mark your calendar and RSVP-- $150 attendance fee? And it’s out of town. 

You rub the side of your nose and respond to his email to confirm that you understand. 

“Prim?” Olive utters. 

“Headache,” you tear your hand away from your face. It isn’t a lie. There’s a pinch right above your eyebrow. Usually that waits until midterms to come around. 

“Sorry, guys, I gotta go,” Olive checks her phone. “I have a group assignment in my photography class.” 

“Group work. Lovely,” you remark. 

“Oh, you know, I have to grab something to eat before I head back to my dorm,” Cerise says. “I still haven’t gone shopping.” 

“Right, guess I’ll stay and finish. Have a good night, you two,” you drag your fingertips around the mousepad. 

“Well, I can stay,” Cerise offers. 

“No, I gotta focus,” you insist. “Really, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Sounds good,” Olive says. 

They leave together and you’re thankful for the solace. You work best alone and yet, those two keep you from going completely over the edge. Before them, you would’ve locked yourself in your room and not come out. 

“Is that the prickly one they call Primrose?” The voice crawls up your neck as a body slides into Cerise’ empty seat. 

You glance up at the man with the silver temples and dark brown eyes. Your brows arch in disappointment and agitation. He’s a bit old to be bothering you. Wait, how did he know your name? 

“You are Laufeyson’s new pet,” he says. “Good luck with that. Shoulda guessed what put that stick up your ass.” 

“Excuse me?” You blink. 

“Ah, trust me. I get it. He’s a fucking treat but if you need to take the edge off, I got a few tricks,” he leans forward and smirks. 

“I don’t know who you are and I prefer that,” you say crisply. 

“Professor Stark,” he answers as if you asked. “Your dream man.” 

You purse your lips and lower your eyes back to your laptop. You start typing as you do your best to ignore his silhouette on the other side of the screen. He chuckles and hums. 

“Oh, baby, this will be fun,” he slaps his hands on the table and stands. “Took me nothing to get your name, I can figure out the rest.” 

[vermilionsun]

You really ate it up with the other NSFW head cannons for the touchstarved LIs, was gonna ask are you planning to do one for Leander?

Of course of course! Can’t leave out the manipulative malewife!!

Leander

aka the Man of the Hour

🗡 Oral Starting off strong; SUCK HIM OFF. He’ll grab your head and force you to take him whole and no, it’s not an easy task—but it is worth it. Watch through tears as he throws his head back and lets out a groan from deep within his chest.

🗡 Dry Humping A favourite during make-out sessions. He’ll grab you and make you sit on his lap and man’s already hard. Hands on your ass and he’ll guide you to grind against him���extremely shameless and desperate as he is (can’t but will try to hide it).

🗡 Anal/Pegging He’s an ass guy, alright? He will ask you to take you from behind and prepare you accordingly… but if you ask to peg him? He’s already face down, ass up and waiting, no protection, no lube, no prep, nada, nothin’.

🗡 Bondage~ Tie him up and have your way, see if he can walk for the next week and a half; he’ll be WOBBLING down the Wick’s stairs. But let’s rewind; while tied up, man’s SWEATING. His lover’s either too slow or too fast, going too hard and he can only sit there and take what he’s given.

🗡 Edging/Denial His breaking point. His bottom lip will be bleeding from how hard he’s biting on it. By the second time he’s begging, pleading, withering around just please let him cum. (Don’t. He can at least put on a better act before he’s rewarded, hm?)

🗡 Cockrings Make your life easier and use one on him.

🗡 No touching Ah, another goldmine. A challenge to his n̶o̶n̶e̶-̶e̶x̶i̶s̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ self control.

🗡 Dirty talk DEGRADE HIM DEGRADE HIM D E G R A D E H I M. While he tells you how great you’re doing and how much he adores you, tell him he could do better than that, that’s he’s pathetic and call him every name in the book—he won’t last long.

🗡 Breath play Wrap your hand(s) around his neck. “Really now?” He muses, curiosity overlapping his surprise. The second your grip tightens, his eyelids flatter and he exhales quietly, back arching just a little. Don’t continue for long though. Let him go and do it again only when he’s starting to look desperate.

🗡 Marking Possessive. Hickeys will be adoring his lover’s neck for days, maybe even weeks—depends on how long you’ll let him suck on your skin. Lately, he might be considering finding a spell to make them permanent—

🗡 Breeding/Pregnancy Same as above, plus just the thought of possibly impregnating his partner, regardless of gender, sex or physical capabilities, is an incredible turn on for him a̶n̶d̶ ̶a̶ ̶w̶a̶y̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶m̶a̶r̶k̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶p̶a̶r̶t̶n̶e̶r̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶e̶v̶e̶r̶.

🗡 Fingering His partner until they cry and beg for his dick instead.

🗡 Forced to keep quiet Pause the music and let me explain. Leander is a private guy, he doesn’t want anyone to his beloved vulnerable—only he can have that pleasure. However, happen they’re somewhere public, he will act on his libido and will make his partner keep quiet w̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶q̶u̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶l̶i̶t̶e̶r̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶i̶m̶p̶o̶s̶s̶i̶b̶l̶e̶.

🗡 Do̶u̶b̶l̶e̶ ̶p̶e̶n̶e̶t̶r̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶

🗡 Aftercare Knows exactly what to do. First and foremost comes the comfort of his partner. He makes sure they’re alright and provides for whatever they need, regardless of the relationship status. Then comes a shower, sheet change and cuddles.

[chvnnie]

Jisung couldn’t wait. His knees bounced, trying to distract himself with the track in front of him. Clicking away with his mouse, letting the unheard music play over and over again in his headphones.

Today was the day. Everything would change after two pm. He tried to busy himself around the house; cleaning the bedroom, doing some laundry. Even went out for a jog. So out of character for him.

But when something this big is happening, he can’t control how…different he acts.

SMUT — MINORS DNI

It’s thirty past two. His phone is dry (it doesn’t help that he checked it not even a minute ago). Jisung is starting to get antsy; why hasn’t he heard anything? Have you heard anything? What is taking so long that you can’t even shoot him a quick text. Fuck, he’d take even a thumbs up emoji right now.

Restart the song. Tweak it. Wait. Wait, and wait, and wait—

Until there’s a tap on his shoulder. The headphones are all but torn from his skull, whipping his chair around quickly to come face to face with you.

Jisung’s reaction makes you giggle, hands lovingly cupping his chubby cheeks. “Hi, did I scare you?”

Eyes like saucers, he shakes his head. “Did you find out?”

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, corners turning up into a soft smile. It’s been hard for the both of you, waiting for this clearance. The restless nights, a heavy pit in your stomach that you can’t extinguish. All of it is either painful or uncomfortable, leaving you lying on your belly as you cry into your pillow. Jisung so gently stroking your back, reassuring you that it’s over soon.

The timer has ticked. Time is up.

“I still might be a little sensitive.” You say softly, pushing strands of hair that had fallen out of his ponytail back. “But—“

Jisung has spent all day wasting time. Trying to get the clock to move a little fucking faster. He can’t take anymore waiting. Hands on your hips, he tugs you into his lap, the chair leaning back with your combined weight. Your lips clash, a quick but affectionate motion of tongue and teeth making you both groan into each other. The kisses of relief, of joy. Of knowing that finally, finally the two of you can love each other in ways you only know how.

“Where is she?” Jisung breaks the kiss long enough to ask, though his lips never leave your body. They pepper gently across your jawline, body trembling in his hold. “Do I need to call my mom?”

You giggle. “I already dropped her off with Minho. You’re not the only one who needs this, Sung.”

Four months. Four months and some change since he last touched you, felt you. Back then she wasn’t here yet, your belly warm under his hands as he gently rocked into you. There were so many tears that night, from you and him. Kisses that neither of you could get enough of, enjoying your last moments before you wouldn’t get a chance like this for a while.

While is up.

His grin is contagious, head rolling back against his chair as he chuckles happily. Fuck, he’s so excited. He can’t explain how giddy this makes him — it’s like the first time all over again, but better.

So much fucking better.

“He’ll keep her all night?”

You raise a brow, chuckling as you lean down. It’s your turn to pepper his face with kisses. “Or until we go pick her up. She’s only next door. Why? Did you plan for this to go all night?”

“Maybe. Is that a problem?”

“Hm, no.” Your teeth scrap against his neck, bringing a low moan from him. “But we better get started if that’s the case.”

Seconds. Maybe five. That’s how long it takes before you’re pinned to the ground, a fit of giggles as your partner buries his face in your neck. He’s scrunching up your dress, hands exploring your perfect body. Stretch marks and all — you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

Jisung is so lucky to love you.

Fingers hook around the waistband of your panties right as he looks up at you. Hair fanned around you, bright eyes and a lazy smile. God, he’s crazy about you.

“I’ll take my time later.” He promises, moving the fabric slowly down your thighs. “But right now I just need to feel you.”

You cup his face again, fingers creeping back to release his shaggy hair. It’s frames his face perfectly; chubby cheeks and galaxies in his eyes. The most wonderful person, partner, father. And he’s all yours.

“And I you, my love.”

Jisung smiles before he kisses you, quickly removing your clothes and pushing down his sweats. He grabs the base of his cock, pushing it through your folds slowly to collect your slick. Fuck, you’re so warm, so—

You’re wincing in the kiss when he’s near your entrance, fingers clutching onto your hair.

“Is this alright?” He breaks from your lips to whisper.

You nod quickly, taking a deep breath. “Just be gentle.”

“Of course, petal.” Kisses on the corners of your lips, nose nuzzling against your cheeks. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

A kiss to his cheek is your response. An encouragement to go ahead. Why take it any slower?

Eyes locked, Jisung aligns his cock with your center once more. When you smile softly, that’s when he begins to push in. It’s a slow movement, careful to not cause too much damage as he stretches you out again. But also to take in this feeling, remember how much he fucking loves it. How close to you it makes him feel, how comforting it is to be inside you.

“You feel so nice.” He whispers, smiling down at you. “Is this okay?”

You return the smile. “You can go faster if you’d like.”

Fuck, he’d love to. His hips quicken just slightly, not stopping until he literally has no choice but to. Your jaw drops lazily, pretty moans spilling from your lips. Walls fluttering around him.

Your body is like home. God, how he’s longed for you.

“Fuck.” You whimper, eyes fluttering shut. “Sung, so good—“

“I know.” He says breathlessly, hands flexing around your hips. There are tears stinging his eyes — in all the ways he knows to love you, this is one of the most raw. The most beautiful. The most powerful. It’s earth shattering to be here again, his either chest caving in. It’s the best feeling in the world, one that brings tears to his eyes. “You’re divine.”

He needs a moment. To savor this, to enjoy the feeling of being so deeply connected to you. This. This is love in its purest form.

How could he waste this time?

Tears roll down his cheeks, dropping off his chin on your face. The feeling has your eyes opening, brows narrowing in concern as you quickly wipe his tears away. “Jisung—“

“I’m alright.” He reassures you quickly. “I just—fuck, I just adore you.”

For you, he’d steal the stars.

“I love you.” You whisper, lip trembling as your own tears start to form. “Fuck, you’re my everything, Jisung.”

It’s time to move. His cock is begging him, needing to feel the friction. To feel more of you. Slowly, he pulls out, but not too far. He wants this fragment of time to last.

“And you mine, my love.”

There’s no way either of you will last too long. You’re both well aware of it without even speaking it — it’s been too long. Too much time spent away from each other. It’s like the first time all over again, but in such a different reality. The first time as parents, the first time after such a long time.

There’s more than one first. How magical is it that you get to experience it all with Jisung?

He’s starting to sweat, hands on either side of your head as he picks up the speed just a little bit. There’s a fuzzy feeling in his center, the rope tightening as he gets closer and closer to euphoria.

A hand slides under one of his. Fingers flexing around it. When he looks at you, everything just makes sense.

“With me?”

It’s such an easy answer. “Always.”

[livelaughlaw3]

Reconciliation through s*x

Prohibited under 18

TW : creampie, unprotected s*x, bl0w j*b, p*netr*tion, definitely smut, angst, sadness, fluffy end <3333

You are with Shanks in this story. (He has two arms because he's too smart to have lost his arm that way and Oda already said it was his editor who told him to tell that story.)

You argued a lot but for a few minutes at most. All this because of a woman who is a little more enterprising than the others who are used to gravitating around your man. She placed her hand on his forearm and placed a free drink on the table for him when he politely refused. You would have liked him to be much more vehement in his refusal.

After 10 minutes of arguing, everyone went their separate ways, ready to explode. You showered, got into bed and covered yourself. You knew you were in the wrong and you knew you said things you didn't mean. You realize that you must have hurt him a lot. As he has been very busy lately, all of this has affected your confidence in yourself and in him. You shed a few tears but can't sleep. You lay on your side, facing the wall, arms curled up against your chest.

After an hour, you hear a knock on his bedroom door. “It’s Shanks, can I please come in ?..” You sigh, his caution and maturity making you feel even worse. “Yes..”, he inhales and opens the door slowly. He glances at you, you look so weak and vulnerable. He curses himself internally, feeling that your voice is broken, because of the tears you must have shed. You sit and look at him, like a five year old would look at him, and hold your arms out towards him. Desperate to reconcile with your man, you absolutely want a hug. “Please..”, his heart skips a beat hearing you beg him. He walks up to you, on autopilot. He's desperate to hold you too, even though he doesn't think he deserves you or your affection. A lot of emotions run through him, desire, guilt, love, regret. He sits on the bed, at your feet. Your arms are still in the air, in endless waiting. He wants the same thing as you but not before apologizing and explaining. Except that he knows full well that you want physical contact and affection first, then explanations. You know him like the back of your hand, you pull off the blanket, climb into his lap, hug him tight as you burst into tears. He helps you and holds you tightly then rubs your back to calm you down as he hugs you too. "I love you !!! I can not live without you !!! I'm sorry for everything !!! I never wanted to argue or make you suffer!!! I beg your pardon !!!" You cry on his shoulder, he hugs you.

He can’t hold back and kisses your cheek then moves down to your neck quickly. He wants to mark you to make sure everyone knows you belong to him. You’re still shaking and crying in his arms but it’s replaced by your soft moans. He loves the fact that you respond to his lips like this but hates himself for causing you so much pain. He leaves a trail of kisses and bites on the skin of your neck. You ask him “Can we make love now ? I'm sorry and I know I shouldn't ask this right now. But I want to… I want to show you how much I love you and I need you.” He lets out an almost feral growl when he hears you speak.

You remove his belt, he holds you close and kisses you passionately. His hands wander over your body, going under your clothes. He stops for a moment to catch his breath “I can’t resist you..”. You are still saddened but answer him “I love you.. I need you..” He smiles at you “I love you too. I would be gentle. Will you tell me if I hurt you ?” You nod, needy. His lips trail down your neck as he guides you onto the bed. His weight pins you to the bed, your body beneath his. His desire for you grows by the second. “I would do anything to make up.” You smile “Be gentle.. but also.. a little rough.” He bites your neck again “I’ll give you everything you need, I promise baby.” You kiss him again, pushing your body against his, your hips against the growing bulge in his pants. He lets out a heavy moan as his tongue enters your mouth.

You take off his pants and boxers and unbutton his shirt as he continues to pepper your body with kisses. He whispers to you “I don’t deserve you.. But you are everything to me, you know that right ?” You smile at him, he kisses you again “I know I screwed up and hurt you. But I love you more than anything in the world.” You nod, crying but smiling, through the kiss. He wipes away your tears, continuing to kiss you. You remove your dress, leaving your naked body exposed. “You’re so beautiful..” You guide him towards your entrance, his breath catching in his throat for a second. “Are you sure, sweetheart ?” You nod and kiss him. He smiled “Whatever you want, my love.” He tries to control himself and pushes slowly and carefully inside you. He moves gently to stay soft as he feels surrounded perfectly. “I feel so good, angel.” You spread your legs for better access “Keep going Shanks..” He smiled, his pupils growing as he looked at you. His lips resume their bites on your neck. “I will, I will give you everything you ask for, love.” You smile “Faster, deeper Shanks..” He obeys you, his pace quickening “Like that ?” and his body moving with relentless roughness. You nod, he smiles “You take everything I give you, fine, my moon. You want everything I have and I'll give it all to you. It feels good ?" You nod, your eyes rolling back sometimes.

He continues his rapid pace and works to go as far as possible, sinking completely until your pelvises are almost glued together. Both of you begin to see the stars and a piece of Heaven, with each thrust. You moan continuously, he loses himself completely inside you. He moans and breathes heavily “Take it all baby, there you go, you’re close.” He feels you pulse and tighten around him. He feels your water release as you reach your climax. He feels himself filling you deeply, his body shaking with pleasure and need. “You’re amazing doll, you always take me so well.” You hug him to make him lie on your body. He groans as he feels himself getting harder against your thighs. Your breaths are labored and your two chests beat against each other.

“Again ?”, he laughs “Yes my love, are you ready ?” You nod, needy. He stands up, groaning as he sees you naked in front of him. He grabs your hips, looking into your eyes “Hang on, angel, I’m going to give you what you want. I’m going to give you every inch of me, you’ll feel me for days.” You kiss him, pulling him close to you. You feel him entering you, deeper and faster. “That’s it honey, moan for me. Let me hear how good I am doing you. I just started with you.” You moan a lot and louder, making him reach his orgasm, much faster than he ever imagined and faster than you. Two more deep thrusts and you feel his hot cum inside you. He stops, disappointed in himself, looking at you. “God, I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to.. I can do better, I promise.. Just let me try.. please..”

You smile at him and hold his face in your hands, your palms caressing his cheeks and your fingers playing with the strands of his hair that fall in his face. “It’s nothing, little heart, it’s very flattering. You love me too much to hold on for long. I love you." He feels his cheeks blush with affection “B-But.. I wanted to make you feel good..” You smile “Baby.. you’re adorable. You gave me enough tonight. You’re everything I need and want.” He suddenly feels relieved.

You sit back down “Let me do it now, it’s my turn.” He raises an eyebrow, perplexed. “Let you do what, baby girl ?” You laugh “You gave me a lot tonight, Daddy.. and you ?” You have him sit on the bed then lie on his back, placing the pillows comfortably behind him. Surprised and a little embarrassed as you kneel between his legs. “You don’t have to..” He doesn’t have time to finish his sentence as he sees and feels your mouth already at work. He moans loudly but already feels overstimulated. “Doll.. I'm already too sensitive..” But he feels you going even faster, the pleasure coursing through his body makes him tremble and shiver “G-Gently.. Honey.. I'm already.. sensitive..” He now feels the wet warmth of your tongue and your response “You can take it Daddy.” He stammers “I.. I can, I’m already close..” You continue your magic and he sees your saliva forming bubbles around it. The sensation bringing him closer and closer to the peak. “Ohh.. God.. O-Oh.. God.. F-f-f-f..” You give one last thrust with your mouth as the pleasure washes over him. “Aaaaah.. Haaaaaa..”, you help him with your hand to ride out his orgasm. “Mmmmfff.. oh.. f-f..”, you see him laboriously trying to catch his breath as his body shakes all over.

To tease him, you only touch the tip with your fingers. But he already feels too stimulated with his different previous orgasms “Ooh.. N-n-not so much..” He sees you resume your magic with your mouth, taking him deep. “Ooooh.. I’m so sen-mmmf.. s-sensitive, baby..” He holds back, still shaking, dropping his head onto the pillow behind him. “F-fuck.. sweetheart.. You feel so damn good.. I’m close !” You continue to moan to help him with one last turn of your tongue, powerful and hot, he reaches yet another orgasm. The sensation is close to a drug, his body trembles all over. You lay on top of him, covering him with your body and kissing his collarbone to help him. He holds you close and tries to regain normal breathing. You tease him “Somebody’s extra clingy today !” He laughs, you regain your seriousness “Do you forgive me ?” He nods “Of course my princess. Of course. I love you."

You fall asleep against each other, using only your dress to dry and cover yourselves. The next day he was all lovey-dovey.

Enjoy - Do not copy or repost anywhere. Republish of course if you like it. I made edits on Tiktok too if you want to check 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[thecameronchronicles]

Raw

TW: Smut. Unprotected sex. Smut. Language. 

JJ Maybank x Kook Reader.

SUMMARY: Going bare with JJ!

WORD COUNT: 1500

REQUESTED

Could you write for JJ or Rafe (you choose) where him and reader always wear protection but she asks him to not wear a condom for the first time and he thinks it’s the best thing ever 🙏🏽

I love your writing so much I miss you and I can’t wait for you to be back 

*THANK YOU SO MUCH! LOVE THIS! HOPE YOU ENJOY*

Raw

His toes anchored into the sheets just as your fingers had into his shoulders. His kiss alone enough to need every part of him against you. The claw made into the bare shoulders from an a nearly naked torso quick to validate this as he smirked against your neck. 

"Slow down there, princess, we've got all night."

"I need to feel you, JJ..." 

"I'm right here..." He pressed your hand over this heart, a jackhammer beat behind your palm. If this were any other moment, you'd count the pulse behind each breath as a reason you loved him. But it had been days since you last felt his touch and you were desperate enough to set all romance to the sidebar. 

"All of you, JJ..." You explained, fingers already working his belt as he offered that wide smile that showcased his dimples. 

"Well who am I to argue?" 

"My boyfriend..." You lived to remind him of this. His eyes illuminated yet lowered to the title. 

"All your little stalkers on Figure Eight know that?"

"Every one, JJ..."

"They know that you let me touch you wherever I want? Why you're always smiling like that when you go back to them?" He clenched his jaw at the thought of you leaving him, knowing you were returning to them. Those he could never be or even come close to comparing to. Yet, this was why you loved him. He wasn't predictable or set to follow any set of footsteps or reputation. In fact, he wanted to break that correlation between his father and him. Luke and JJ couldn't be any more different. Yet another reason you loved him. 

"I don't hide you, JJ..."

"Well even if you tried, gonna be hard to explain all these little hickies and scratches...slap marks to this ass..." He took a sharp hold to the mass in his hand. 

"Goddamn...this perfect ass..." He shook it for a moment as you gasped at the sudden act of dominance, certain to leave more than just slap marks, possibly even bruising. 

"I mean it, JJ...I want all of you..." He leaned to the bedside table. 

"No..." His focus shot to you, always an advocate for consent as he read your expression well. Taking in every detail of your body to ensure he hadn't crossed some line. 

"I want to feel all of you inside of me..."

"Like from a different angle?'When he found the truth just out of reach, your impatience shown, you just took hold of his cock as it teased against you from behind his trunks. 

"Please, JJ..."

"But what about a baby...Not sure you know this, sweetheart, but I am gonna end up marrying you one day...But I wanna do it right..." Your eyes swelled with his words. His compassion and care shown through every action since you made your relationship official just over a year prior. But until now you'd never been quite this vulnerable. Close. But not so...naked...bare...raw... 

"I took precautions...I've wanted to without a condom-"

"I don't know if I'll be able to last as long as I normally would have..."

"Your mouth can make it up to me if you can't..." You turned with seductive eyes. 

"You're sure?" 

"More than I've ever been of anything..." You confessed as truthful a confession as ever as he nodded. 

"I'm nervous..." He explained while fumbling for his pants. 

"Just focus on me..." You kissed him, guiding his pants from his waist before exposing him to you. But as your hand wrapped around his shaft, he took hold of your wrist. 

"If you do that, I definitely won't last." 

"So choking on you is out of the question?"

"Goddammit, woman, what are you trying to do to me?" He chuckled. 

"Trying to get you to come inside of me..."

"You really want me to?" 

"Not sure how much clearer I can be, JJ..." He took your hands between his before pinning them abruptly beside your face. A gasp left from your lips parted just enough to hear this utterance. 

"Are you saying I can have you anyway I want?"

"Is being naked and doing it without a condom not enough?" You chuckled as he rose over you and to the edge of the bed. A sudden grip of your ankles pulled you into your stomach. A single pinch of her suit tied behind her neck and it was discarded on the floor. 

"John B is gonna kill me if you soak his sheets...."

"How am I supposed to- He answered by simply pushing your suit to the side. Somehow the exchange that much hotter as he slipped against you. Savoring just your warmth alone before teasing that point of entry he frequented in repetition. 

"You already feel so good..." He began to ride into you from behind, your lower lips quivering to where you pulsated for him. His touch no longer enough. 

"Please...JJ..."

"I can't wait anymore..." He hoped to tease you, to hear you beg as it made your privileged lips that much sweeter for him. And as you'd compromised enough, he sunk into you as you moaned. 

He was completely exposed yet concealed within you. But in contrast to when even the thinnest of protection would wrap around him, nothing compared to how you felt now. It showed immediately in the way his kindness shattered and obliterated into pure carnality. The gradual snap of his hips kept your own pinned as his fingers intertwined with your as he fed your grip further into the sheets. 

"Fuck..." He spoke into your shoulder as your nearly naked body accepted his as the glutton you were for him. Every inch of his perfect body in contact with yours as he was desperate for you. Until he slowed. 

"JJ?" 

"I want to take you in every inch of this chateau in every position..." 

"I can't wait, JJ, please..." You groaned before those tense lips fell slack to the way his hand rode up between your breasts and captured one for stability. Your hand released to direct him to your clit. 

"Please, JJ...I'll be so quiet, nobody will even hear us..."

"What's the fun in that?" He hoisted your hips to meet his, keeping his shaft in place, before he guided your hand around the headboard. 

"I want everyone to know how fucking good I feel inside of you...all to know you're all mine." He slapped your ass.

 "Only mine." Another swat made you whimper as he was unhinged behind you. The headboard sure to scar the wall at the mercy of each wave as it was impossible for the other pogues and invitees of the party to be unaware of why you slipped away. 

"JJ!" You nearly shrieked as he thrust you harder into him, amplifying the sensations by further depth and speed as you continued to call out to him. But no matter the volume you pleaded, nothing silenced that of the rush of skin to skin contact. 

"Last chance to change your mind, princess...I know you can be indecisive..." He teased, a hand to your hip sharpening its grip as he exhaled deeply behind you. 

"Come inside me, JJ! I want to feel you come for me!" 

"Yes ma'am..." He answered breathlessly before those final sets of thrusts ripped you through your orgasm. Your body not allowed to bask in the twitch of his cock before a second rush interrupted the bliss prior to overstimulation. Two orgasms side by side as you were shambles in his arms. 

"Please tell me we can have it like this every time?"

"Only if you do THAT everytime..." He pulled you up to him, a whimper of his sudden absence making him smirk. 

"My greedy little princess already want more?"

"I was promised your mouth..."

"That was if I disappointed...and with how wet these little bottoms are..." He traced your thighs."And how you're dripping, I'd say I didn't..."

"But what would John B think if you didn't clean up your mess?" He flexed his brow as you expected him to lie you flat. Instead, his breath was on your bawling lower lips. 

"You make even more of a mess and you'll be the one explaining it to him."

"Gladly-" you gasped to the heat of his tongue    as it made contact with the promise you held him to for a role he had certainly played. The softest whimper of his name left just prior to that final wave of pleasure that brought stars to your eyes and a new rush of ecstasy between your thighs. Setting him up for a new position himself as you were made well aware this was anything but over...

TAGLIST: @hopebaker @drewspisces @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @maybankslover @slut4tangerine @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @camilynn @sweetestdesire @onmykneesforrafe @jjmaybanksangel@phildunphyisadilf @mashdan0916 @pankhoeforlife @pankowperfection

MASTERLIST

JJ MAYBANK MASTERLIST

JJ MAYBANK 2ND MASTERLIST

JJ MAYBANK AND KOOK READER MASTERLIST

MARCH MADNESS MASTERLIST

[livesincerely]

[bits & bobs] there’s no escape (i can’t wait)

sneak peek at the next entry in my buddie abo series! (which can be found here if you’re interested)

this part isn’t explicit, but the actual fic absolutely will be so be warned

00000

Later, Eddie will think that he knew, somehow, before he actually knew.

He’s finishing up in the locker room, heading into a 24-hour shift, when a rush of… something sweeps over him. There’s a prickle anticipation at the nape of his neck, goosebumps sprouting all over his arms, and he glances up, perplexed, right as Buck comes bustling in.

“Hey,” Buck greets him in a low, gravelly voice.

Normally, Eddie would worry that he’d had a bad night. Today, it sends a thrill of heat sparking up his spine.

Buck tosses his duffle down on the bench, scrubbing a hand sleepily over his face, and when he steps up to his locker there’s the faintest whiff of something delicious.

Something mouthwatering.

“H-hey,” Eddie manages, blinking rapidly. “Uh, aren’t you supposed to be on leave?”

“Bobby called,” Buck explains, tugging off his t-shirt and shrugging into his uniform.

There’s a gorgeous flush to his skin, painting his face, neck, and chest a perfect, rosy pink. Eddie’s heart stutters traitorously against his ribs, and he forces his eyes away before Buck catches him staring.

“Whittler’s partner went into labor last night,” Buck continues, oblivious. “This morning? Whichever, and Ginsburg’s still in Cabo until Tuesday.”

“You gonna be okay?” Eddie asks, in what he hopes is a neutral tone.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” Buck assures him. “I was gonna use today to do some prep beforehand, but one last shift won’t kill me. My ruts tend to be pretty tame for the most part, but I’ve got some scent neutralizing spray in my bag just in case.”

Tame? There’s nothing tame about the way Eddie wants to plaster himself against Buck’s front and swirl his tongue around the hollow of his throat, but maybe that’s just him.

He rises to his feet, ready to make a strategic retreat. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Actually,” Buck calls after him, stopping him in his tracks, a touch sheepish. “Would you mind…?”

And he ducks his chin and tips his head to the side, exposing the long line of his neck.

“You want me to scent mark you?” Eddie asks, his voice tight.

Maybe it shouldn’t be such a surprise. Buck’s always been tactile and the two of them spend so much time together that they always smell at least a little of each other—a fact that definitely doesn’t make Eddie want to preen like a fucking peacock, thank you very much.

But a deliberate scenting, right on the cusp of Buck’s rut?

That feels different.

Feels special.

And of course, Buck chooses right now to notice Eddie’s reaction to his… everything. His brow furrows, his nostrils flaring as he takes him in.

“Yeah? Why, what’s… oh,” he realizes, his expression clearing all at once. “You… Wait, really?”

Eddie’s cheeks heat. “Shut up.”

“Did I know this already?” Buck wonders, a smug sort of delight starting to curl over his lips. But tucked away beneath it all there’s a softer, gentler sort of elation—and that, more than anything, is what lights the little wick of hope that’s been tucked away, neglected, in the depths of his heart for so long. “Because this feels like the sort of thing I should’ve been aware of.”

“Shut up,” Eddie huffs again, but there’s no feeling in it. He’s too busy fighting a smile, relief washing over him like the best kind of vertigo. “How am I supposed to hide anything from you when you’re sniffing me out like a bloodhound?”

“Actually, did you know that an Alpha’s olfactory senses can become up to 80% stronger in the three days leading up to their rut?” Buck tells him, which does nothing to disguise the fact that he’s closing in on him like a predator on its prey, his shoulders rolled back and his thumbs tucked into his belt as he swaggers towards him, the cocky, beautiful bastard.

Eddie holds his ground, lets Buck approach until they’re standing toe to toe, chest to chest.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, meeting the challenge head on. “So, what’s the verdict, then?”

Buck gives him a long once over. “That’s definitely not something I can get into with causing a workplace incident.”

“Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to cause a workplace incident,” Eddie warns.

Strong, warm hands land on either side of his waist, urging him closer.

“Promise?”

Eddie sighs: exasperation and longing intertwined.

“This is going to be a long shift,” he realizes, biting his lip. A long, frustrating shift.

“Or, a short one,” Buck counters, because he’s never found a line he’s not willing to toe.

Eddie flicks him gently on the nose.

“Stop it, he orders.

They’re standing close enough together that Eddie can see the way Buck’s pupils dilate, the way his gaze turns half-lidded and hungry.

“I’ll behave,” he promises, but it sounds more like a threat. Eddie valiantly resists a shiver.

[pedriscroquettes]

Could u do a Fermin smut where the reader rewards him for his goal? 💗💗

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 – FERMÍN LÓPEZ

summary. your brother’s rival has a lot to offer on and off the pitch.

warnings. implied argentine!reader although no look descriptions are provided, nsfw 18+

a/n. finally getting to requests !

“joder.” he groaned as you pleasured him. (fuck.)

his eyes had been closed for the past couple of minutes due to the ecstasy he was experiencing but as soon as he opened them he was even more turned on by the view. he thought you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. he loved the way your hair moved with your movements and the way you would gag when he hit the back of your throat. he couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled out of your mouth as quick as possible.

“pero boludo-” you start to complain. (but dumbass-)

“necesito estar adentro de ti, joder.” he explains as he shoves you against the wall, carefully pulling up your dress. (i need to be inside of you, fuck.)

you don’t think twice before moving your panties to the side to give him access. he teases your aching core by dragging his length up and down your slit. if there was one thing you hated about sex with fermín was the way he teased you. you appreciated how much he put you first but you couldn’t stand how long it took for him to fill you up. so, when he finally starts entering you with his hip you hold down onto his arms for balance.

the acrylic nails you had just gotten the other door were sure to leave crescent marks all over his arm. by the time he enters you fully you already have one of your legs wrapped around his waist. you can feel his breathe on your neck as he begins to set a calm pace and you instinctively drag one of your hands across his hair. there was something so domestic about the act but the way he made you feel full distracted you from that thought.

his thrusts are careful and deep you’re sure you’ve never had a better partner in bed than him. the potential back problems you might face tomorrow due to the position are pulled to the back of your mind when he starts nipping on your neck every time he thrusts into you. you know he wants to leave marks all over you but his fear for your brother stops him.

“joder.” your moans begin to get incoherent as he increases his pace. (fuck.)

he begins thrusting into you even deeper than before and it’s almost too much for you. your hands snake down his back as he goes in and out. you’re careful to not scratch his back to not raise any suspicions but it’s hard as he sends pleasure shockwaves all over your body. your moans get louder as he gets you closer to your high you’re worried someone will walk in soon.

“estás tan bonita.” he groans into your ear as he looks at your fucked out state. (you’re so pretty.)

a sense of possessiveness takes over him. he doesn’t notice the way he drags his thumb to your mouth until you’re already sucking on it. he almost cums at the sight. he can’t fathom the night he’s had from scoring a goal against his rival to having you under him. he thinks about pulling his phone out to take a picture of you with his finger in his mouth, or one of where the two of you meet, or maybe even just a picture of your neck. he curses his thoughts.

he slides his hand down to your clit and you can’t help but cum undone when he starts rubbing your clit. he follows soon after and his warm seed fills you up. you’re thankful you’re on the pill because you have absolutely no thoughts every time you hook up. he helps you clean up and even offers to walk you back to your room to which you decline. you don’t want to risk running into nico especially around fermín.

you set a reminder on your phone for the next time the two clubs play each other hoping that fermín has earned himself a spot on the first team.

[heavenlikedream]

beomgyu as your needy boyfriend

lowercase intended, 873 words, haven’t proof read

smut under cut, minors do not interact 

it’s been a long week for the both of you. both so busy with your own personal lives, but you always came home to each other. nights spent in silence enjoying each others company. beomgyu never failed to comfort you after a long busy day. 

friday evening, waiting for beomgyu to come back after his activities. deciding to get ready for bed early just incase he wanted to rest immediately. always wearing one of his shirts or hoodies, they’re so comfy and he likes seeing you in them. wearing one of his personal favorites as you start on your skincare.

hearing the front door open, him putting his bag down and taking his shoes off. you walk out the bathroom smiling at him softly and giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“missed you so much today, really hated today the most..”

frowning at him, you ask him to tell you about how his day went as he got ready for bed as well. it was always so nice to go over what went on in each others lives. loved seeing how deep he goes into explaining each event. 

you explain your day too, i mean it wasn’t as stressful as his, but you were always doing something keeping you on your feet. as you talk to him he can’t help but look at you, all of you. the way you look in his shirt that’s so big on you it covers your shorts..

realizing he hasn’t gotten a good at you all week..it’s all hitting him now. yea he comes home to you everyday, kisses you, holds you while you both sleep. but you haven’t had time for each other for a week now. feels ten times worse after this hell week.

“what is it? do i tooth pasts on my face?”

he’s been staring at you so long, especially your lips, the way they feel against his when you make out. loving it when they get puffy and red. 

“gyu stop you made me think i looked gross the entire time”

the nickname hitting him harder now, went straight down to his dick.

“sorry you just look so good right now.”

hands going to your hips, pulling you closer to him. looking at you trying not to lose it all right now.

“really missed you baby.”

he says before kissing you deeply. you melt into the kiss, you can tell where he wants to go with this, bringing your hands to hold his face. god he loves it, how easy you can read him, how you know exactly what he wants. catching each others quiet gasp and moans with every kiss, pinching around your hips, wanting more.

“please i need you bad.”

you can’t take it, you drag him to your shared bedroom. pulling him by his shirt as you fall back on the bed. entering into a messy kiss, your hands in his hair, his on your body. wants to feel all of it as if it’s his first time. bending your knee in between his legs, rubbing it against his dick, making him break the kiss and earning a moan from him.

“mm please, keep doing that.”

“anything to hear you like this”

can’t help himself to moan again. bring his hands under your shirt to squeeze your boobs. squirming at his actions, your hands start to grip on his shirt, trying to pull it off of him. not working, but he’s getting the idea. pulling his shirt over his head and immediately go and roam your hands all over his chest. he felt so hot. he loves this feeling so much. you bring your hand into his sweats and start to palm him over his boxers

“don’t do that, need more of you.”

starting to pull clothes off each other, he looked amazing, he looked desperate to have you. leaning in to kiss, starting at your tummy leading up to your neck. as he rubs his fingers up and down your folds, teasing your pussy slightly. getting to hear those cute desperate moans from you. 

you reach down to get a hold of his dick and start lining it at your entrance. slowly entering, feeling all of you. holding his shoulders for support, leaving marks on his skin from your nails with how hard you grip on him.

“missed this so much, missed you...always feels so good and tight for me.. ah don’t do that”

clenching your walls around his dick, feeling everything against you felt just as good, he starts to move a little faster. looking at you the entire time, seeing how pink your cheeks were, you always got like this, he found it so cute. bringing a hand to his face pulling him down for a kiss. he moves faster, more sloppier thrust.

“i’m gonna cum, baby wanna cum with me? please i wanna feel you.”

after a couple more thrust you both cum hard, helping you come down from your orgasm with kisses around your collarbones. enjoying each others touch for a couple minutes. but he’s quick to sit up and pull out gently. giving you a kiss on your tummy.

“wanna go for more? i’ll take extra care of you tonight.”

[leaswhum]

Buenos Dias

I couldn’t pick only one, but I’m interested in

3, 4, 8, 11, 15, 26, 30, 56, and 60 for Wes and Seb

It’s a lot but I wanna hear some yapping 🫶✨

AND YAP I DID. JEEZ. Long post incoming. Lol

Some of these are scenarios that haven’t come to pass yet, so I will answer to the best of my ability with their eventual proper relationship in mind. For some questions, I’ll plug snippets from things I’ve already mentioned/written elsewhere because it’s easier to explain/give examples that way.

Thank you for the ask. 💜

3] Wes’ love language is physical touch/non-senual intimacy. He’s very much the type to constantly have part of himself pressed against his partner, especially while doing things like reading or studying. He’s also the type to just sit quietly and trace out little details—the curve of their wrist, the contour of their nose, the arch of their eyebrow.

Seb’s would be more acts of service, I think. Example pulled from my fic:

The scattered mess of notes was gone, leaving behind an array of different items. His potions book was open where he'd left off, with his notes stacked neatly beside it. A small wicker basket covered with a green checkered cloth was placed to the side; to the right of that, a stack of his clothes with a note and Sebastian's pocket watch placed on top. A glance at the watch told him it was half-past eleven. “I'm forcing you to miss class today. Apologies. You needed the sleep. I'll make sure there are notes for anything you missed. I got with Larson to gather a few things for you. How scandalous it would be for the new fifth year to make the walk of shame back to his dorm in nothing but his nighties and another house's robes. Westley flushed, knowing that Sebastian's thoughts had strayed the same way his had. It was a logical thought. He was just glad he'd had the foresight for it. I left you some breakfast, as well. There's a warming charm on it. I know it's cold in the Undercroft. I do recommend sneaking back to your bed before a prefect comes looking for their “sick” student. You can leave my robe there. I'll get it back later. Get some rest today. You're allowed to do that, you know? Sebastian

—

4] No hickeys have been dished out yet. Lol. But I can say that as far as what their reactions would be in that case:

Wes would be so embarrassed. He’d likely try to hide it if he could, if only to avoid questions or comments. He’d secretly enjoy it, though—knowing he’d been marked, even if it’s not visible.

Seb, on the other hand, would wear it like a badge of honor. He would have no qualms over having his love bites on display (and Wes definitely doesn’t mind it either.)

—

8] They switch it up, but Wes is usually the big spoon. He’s a but taller and enjoys curling himself up as tight as possible around Seb and burying his face in his hair.

—

11] Seb is the clingier one. Especially when Wes is hyperfocused on something and he wants his attention. (He frequently wants his attention.)

—

15 They both have to touch on the other when they’re upset.

Most times, Wes doesn’t want to talk about what’s bothering him in detail because he’s a crier. And (even though he does it all the time in front of certain friends) he hates crying in front of Seb. So Seb will just hold him. Rub on his back, play with his hair, whisper silly things to make him feel better.

Seb, on the other hand, tends to lean more toward anger, even when he’s sad. And he can’t stop talking to save his life, so he just hides his face in Wes’ chest or neck to mutter and vent his frustrations. Wes lets him do most of the talking, knowing he’s not actually wanting advice most of the time. He’ll give Seb a squeeze and a kiss every once in a while when he starts to settle down.

—

26] *assuming established relationship* Wes isn’t much of the jealous type. And if someone outright hits on him, he turns it down without room for discussion. Seb, however.

As long as Seb doesn’t start acting too ridiculous without reason, Wes just does what he can to reassure him where he stands. Making it a point to greet him with some mild show of affection, linking their hands together, ensuring to fully include him or pulling him closer during conversations with the “offender.” He tries to keep the gesture small enough to not make anyone uncomfortable, but big enough to silently tell Seb there’s no concern to be had. 

—

30] After a hard day, they both tend to have the same idea: tea, snacks, and books. Most of the time, they’ll wind up in the Undercroft to huddle up and read to each other. Sometimes they’ll actually end up roping Ominis into it as well, just to enjoy the extra company.

—

56] I think this one answers itself. Lol. Westley can have a bit of a temper, especially when he gets into it with Sebastian, but he is definitely the more level-headed. We all know Seb is a feral little gremlin. 

—

60] Wes isn’t against PDA, he’s just easily flustered by the more intense affection. Especially when he’s caught off guard or when friends make comments.

Seb adores PDA. He intentionally tries to catch Wes off guard because he enjoys watching him get so flustered. And because he knows Wes will likely retaliate later.