#drabble requests

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[taestefully-in-luv]

Summer Heat

Summary: You run into your ex Taehyung at a bar and go home with him just to keep hanging out. But perhaps Taehyung wants more. And so do you.

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: exes au, exes to lovers, fluff, smut. 

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, dialogue heavy, communication, fingering, mention of oral, unprotected sex.

Notes: An exes to lovers Taehyung drabble request!!!! sorry it took so long...hope you enjoy anon! (and whoever else hehe)

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“Why did we break up?”

Did he ask that? Or did you? You aren’t sure who asked that. You just know that it’s been asked by one of you. The question floats in the air, the words growing bigger until they pop next to your ear. Your stomach stirs uncomfortably when the words echo a little, and finally, you realize it sounds a lot like your voice. You gulp.

“You don’t know?” Taehyung leans against the door frame, wood creaking before his arms cross over his chest. “If you don’t know then I definitely don’t know.” He suddenly smiles.

You’re wondering how you two ended up in his guest bedroom at his house. How you find yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, a towel neatly folded in your lap as you wait for Taehyung to leave the room so you can shower. You glance at the dresser where his clothes lay on top, ready for you to borrow. Wearing his clothes is… 

“Sorry.” You look down, “I shouldn’t have asked honestly.”

“Why not?” His voice is teasing.

You look up again, “Because we spent the whole night talking about how the past is the past and I don’t know, it just felt nice to hang out. I don’t want to ruin any,” You motion your hands in the space between you, “Like…vibe we got going on.”

Taehyung laughs, his back relaxing more against the wall. “It has been fun, right? Who would have thought I’d run into you tonight.” 

“I can’t believe its six in the morning.” You glance towards the window, a dark blue sky beginning to light up. “Thanks again for letting me crash here.”

“I’m the one who insisted we stay up.” Taehyung stretches his neck, a small smile still on his face. “We had, what was it? 5? 6 years to catch up on?” 

“Something like that.” You smile back, shrugging a little. “Lucky tomorrow is Saturday and we don’t have to work.”

Taehyung gazes at you, the softness in his eyes hard to miss. “I think I would have stayed up no matter the day of the week.”

Your stomach tightens, “Oh yeah?”

“So why did we break up?”

He asks this time. The question now echoing in his voice.

“I don’t know really.” You answer, “We weren’t ready?”

Taehyung separates his back from the door frame, his legs taking him to the end of the bed where he sits next to you. “We were young?”

“And not ready.” You emphasize this time. “Right person, wrong time.”

“So are you going to let me know when it’s the right time?” Taehyung asks you, his voice quieter as he looks ahead. “Because who knows, maybe it’s still right person.” His eyes slide towards you, curiosity sitting in them. 

You can’t help but quietly gasp to yourself, his curious eyes sharpening the more he gazes at you. You’ve been wondering all night. You’ve been wondering if there’s still something between you, especially because something electric has been bringing you closer the past few hours. But you didn’t know if it was your imagination. 

Taehyung’s gaze drops down to your hand that rests against the mattress. His eyes trail up your bare arm and it feels as if his fingertips are grazing your skin. 

“You think we’re still a good match?” You breathe out your words, your eyes falling to Taehyung’s bottom lip. “Or do your interests only lie in getting laid tonight?”

Taehyung’s eyes grow round, shocked at first before he chuckles, “Can it be both?”

You bite back another smile. “Maybe.”

It’s been five and half years since you and Taehyung called things off—well, since you called things off. In your eyes, it really was right person, wrong time. You aren’t sure if Taehyung agreed at that time because you didn’t really give him the chance to. That still stings a little. Probably more for him than you but seeing how lighthearted he’s been all night, you guess he’s over it.

Are you over it?

You kind of have to be.

“I remember you being a really good kisser.” Taehyung’s fingers crawl over to yours, his skin warm as he subtly touches you. 

You bite down onto your bottom lip, another smile forming. “So this is about getting laid tonight.”

“Not at all. But maybe a part of it.” Taehyung taps his fingers before weaving them through yours. Then he pulls back. “But if you don’t want to do anything…”

“Who said that?” You find his dark eyes, “I might just be teasing you.”

“You’ve always loved teasing me.”

“Maybe I still do?”

“So, some things haven’t changed.” He teases back, shaking his dark hair from his eyes. “I wouldn’t mind if some things were still the same. There’s some things I’m hoping are very different though.”

“Like what?” You can’t help but ask, your hand sliding closer to his again. 

“One, I hope you stopped being such a picky eater. And two, you let me have an opinion about us.”

You feel that sting. It shouldn’t be you who feels it but you do. “Us?”

“Yeah.” He hums, his fingers suddenly between yours again. He leans closer to you, “I want to decide things too.”

“Like what?”

“Like,” Taehyung naturally grows closer to you, his body suddenly pushing up against your side when he leans down and presses his lips against your bare shoulder. “If I should be in your life or not.”

You slowly close your eyes when you feel his warm breath before he places a kiss on your shoulder. Then another. And another.

He continues, “Last time, you decided without me. This time I want a say.” Another kiss.

You feel your stomach turn upside down, his lips confusing you while his words make you feel guilty. 

“Taehyung.” You say his name, your voice uncontrollably insecure. “Are we talking about this now?”

Another kiss. “No.”

You open your eyes, your back straightening when you feel his arm wrap around your waist. It feels good and familiar. Yet you aren’t sure how to react.

“Is it crazy to say I’ve missed you?” Taehyung sighs out, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “It is, isn’t it? I shouldn’t have thought about you so much in these last few years.”

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

Your stomach flops again, but this time you feel intrigued. “What did you miss? Me? Or my lips? My mouth? My—”

“—Can’t I say everything?” Taehyung lifts himself, his eyes urging you to look at him. He stays close. “I missed your overthinking too, believe it or not.”

Your lips curl at the thought, his teasing working. “Oh yeah?”

“But I missed your hugs the most. When we hugged earlier…I swear I wanted to give you me right then and there.”

“Your vodka sodas make you chatty, don’t they?”

“Oh yeah.” He chuckles, “You aren’t used to it, right?”

“Considering you didn’t drink when I knew you, no. But it was fun drinking with you tonight.”

“You got kind of chatty too.” Taehyung decides to create space between you both, his body suddenly laying back on the bed. “Never been in love with anyone else since me?” He sounds proud. “Feels like that should have taken longer to admit—”

You hit his thigh with your fist, embarrassment hot on your neck. “Shut up, I didn’t think it was a big deal. Also, it’s the truth and I can’t change it.” 

You’re turned to eye him, but you quickly look away before laying down yourself. You keep your hands together, resting on top of your stomach.

“I’m not sure I’ve really been in love either. Maybe. Maybe not.” Taehyung tells you. “I’ve definitely thought about you over the years though.”

“Like what?”

“Your mouth—”

You hit his thigh again.

He laughs this time, “Okay, okay. Like for example, I saw someone eating skittles a few weeks ago and it reminded me of you. How you eat them all except the purple ones.”

“I still don’t eat the purple ones.”

“Great.” Taehyung huffs out dramatically, “You’re still picky.” He turns his head towards you and you do the same, meeting his eyes. Your stomach flops again when he smirks at you. “Somehow I missed that, too.”

“Liar,” You can’t help but laugh. “You—”

“We still click, you know?” Taehyung cuts you off, his gaze sharp again. “I’d like to hang out again. But not as friends or anything…as…I don’t know,” He turns his head, eyes on the ceiling while he smiles sheepishly. “I want to see if we can make this work. Possibly.”

“Vodka sodas make you so loose-lipped.”

“Thank God, too. I’m saying all the things I want to say so I’m thankful for it.”

“Well….” You turn your body towards him, lifting yourself on you elbow, “What else do you want to say?”

“You’re very pretty. And I want to kiss you.” Taehyung mirrors his body to yours. He looks confident as usual but you see the nerves in his eyes. “I’m not kissing anyone else at the moment, if you’re worried about that.”

“I wasn’t.” You weren’t. 

Taehyung has never been known for being a player, or messing with more than one girl at a time. If he’s showing interest in you then you know you’re the only one.

“I’ve been single for like 8 months already.” He tells you, “So I’m clean, too.” 

“I…yeah, it’s been a little while for me too.” You glance towards the open door, “But also, you sound real hopeful this is going to go in your favor.”

“Please.” He playfully rolls his eyes. “I know the way you’ve been looking at me all night. Catching up has been nice but there’s more going on here, right?”

He’s right.

“No.” 

“Now you’re the liar,” Taehyung smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “But like I said, we don’t have to do anything. But I still want to see you again.”

You’re both sat up on your elbows, the distance small between you before you decide to be brave.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask.

Taehyung blinks at you for a moment, his dark eyes surprised. 

“Just a kiss.” You assure him, your lips curling into a smirk. “One kiss.”

Taehyung holds his breath, seconds that feel like minutes pass. A small laugh finally leaves his mouth and his eyes fall to the bed. “Why am I suddenly nervous?” He admits. “As if I forgot how to kiss.”

“You were so confident earlier?” You tease him but you were positive you saw the nerves in his eyes and you were right. 

“I think the vodka sodas helped and they’ve worn off at this exact moment.”

“How convenient.”

“It really is, isn’t it?” 

You stare at Taehyung, his eyes going from yours to the mattress every few seconds before the strap of your tank top slides off your shoulder and his eyes glue to that extra inch of skin. It was a hot summer night, and a white tank top with some shorts is all the night called for.

You didn’t think you would run into Taehyung at a bar neither of you have been to. A night out with a couple of friends that happily ditched you to catch up with your ex. 

“Why did we break up for real, y/n?” Taehyung’s eyes are back on yours. “I know but sometimes I doubt and question it.” 

“Still?” 

“You expect me not to?” He laughs a little but his voice is now the one that sounds uncontrollably insecure. “I was in love with you for so many years of my life. You were my best friend…”

You feel a sharp poke in your heart. 

“I know.” You decide to sit up, your body slumping over a little. “I’m sorry.”

And you are. You’ve wanted to apologize for years. 

“I know you’ve been sorry since the day we broke up.” Taehyung sits up too, his side pushed up against yours. Suddenly space isn’t necessary. “Don’t feel bad. I just want to hear you confirm your reason.”

You glance at Taehyung, eyes studying him. “I got scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“That I didn’t know myself yet. That it would have been better if we were older…more mature. I should have just talked to you. But I thought you’d agree. I just…” You stop, ripping your eyes away from him. “Wanted to make it easier for both of us at that time.”

“Okay.” Taehyung nods to himself. “It wasn’t because you stopped loving me?”

“No.” You don’t find the courage to look at him yet. “I still loved you.”

Taehyung bumps into your shoulder with his and you hear the lightness in his voice again. “We’re older? More mature? You think we could look at one another the way we did before?”

You straighten your back again. “You really want to try this again?”

“I really want to kiss you at the least.” He sounds teasing once more. “But yeah, I’d love to continue getting to know you and see where this might lead.”

“I offered to kiss you already but you chickened out.” You bump into his shoulder now. 

“I know.” He laughs, “But turns out I did want to have the conversation now. Kind of want to kiss you even more now because of it.”

“Then kiss me now, if you want.”

You’re older now. More mature now.

Yet you’re sitting shoulder to shoulder, towel still folded in your lap, eyes on the floor and nerves surrounding you both.

Taehyung’s breath leaves his mouth in a warm puff and you feel it glide over your bare thighs. His nerves make you brave. You grasp the towel in your hands before placing it next to you and you turn your head towards the man you used to love. 

He mirrors you, eyes still unsure. 

“You’re cute.” You murmur. “And—”

Taehyung leans in closer, his eyes stuck on your lips. “It’s okay, right?”

You nod.

The warm breath you felt on your thighs now lingers over your lips. It makes you stop breathing.

He comes closer, his hand softly landing on your lower back, fingers slowly digging into your tank top as he grows closer and finally, you feel the skin of his lips touch yours in a kiss that becomes firmer the longer he stays. His kiss is so familiar that it will haunt you later. 

Taehyung detaches for only a moment, catching his breath before he leans in again more confidently and you finally give him a response. Your lips slowly moving over his as you kiss him back, your hands sliding up his chest. So familiar. His tongue pokes out and you open your mouth just the slightest to grant his wish. You taste him now, and it’s also hauntingly familiar.

You feel your lower belly swirling and swirling, a tension growing between your legs and it makes you ache. You wish a few kisses didn’t make you this desperate already but when Taehyung feels your fingers slide up into his hair, he knows you desire more. 

His tongue explores more freely and you moan into his mouth, the sound quiet and soft but it creates a stirring in Taehyung’s pants. He can feel himself grow harder. So, he kisses you harder. 

You break away for a moment, lips wet and tingly. “You have a condom?”

“Already?” He asks, breathless. “Let me at least eat you out first.”

“I haven’t showered yet.” Your eyes slide to the side, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“I don’t care.” 

“I care.”

His hands go to your shorts, fingers fiddling with the button. “Fingers?”

You think about it for a second, thighs squeezing together at the idea. “Okay.”

And his fingers are quick to undo the button on your shorts, and he pulls down the zipper. You quickly wiggle out of them, kicking them off of you, while they land somewhere on the floor.

“Cute underwear.” He tickles the skin above the band with his fingers, before they slide lower and you gasp. He begins rubbing them over where you ache. Your panties grow damper and damper, making it easy for him to move your underwear to the side, and his fingers dive into your wetness. 

“Ah, Taehyung…” You become tense. Teeth digging into your bottom lip. “I—”

His fingers swirl over your clit, making you sigh out in content. They play here before he uses his middle finger to dive where you really want him. Finger massaging your entrance, before he adds another. Entering you, making you immediately relax once the moment you’ve been anticipating is over. He works to stretch you out, his eyes focused on yours, his tongue wetting his lips as he watches how you start to fall into a daze.

His fingers feel so good. They’re long and reaching the right places. He curls them, making you whine, head falling to his shoulder and he chuckles.

“Feel good?” He whispers, fingers working harder and all you hear is how they fuck into you.

You nod against his shoulder, a breathy laugh leaving your lips. 

“I want you…” You admit, “Now.”

His fingers stop moving, his head suddenly nodding quickly and he slides them out. “Yeah.”

Taehyung brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them proudly and you don’t have it in you to tell him to stop. He wanted your familiar flavor. So, it can haunt him later too. 

You stand, eyes on him as you take your tank top off. He stands too, helping you take off your bra and his eyes are glued to your chest, clouding over with lust. You reach for the bottom of his shirt and he helps you take it off his body. Shorts and boxers are next. You stare at his cock, the head of it throbbing and you feel your mouth water. Another time, you tell yourself. 

You finally slip off your underwear and you stand here, gazing at one another and you both become dizzy. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He tells you, hands reaching for your hips and he guides you to the bed again, laying you down. “I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.”

“Me too.” You tell him, breathless and heated. 

Taehyung crawls over your body and you feel how he moves his cock to enter you, moving slowly until he’s snug between your legs. You both sigh. Your walls tightening around him. He feels so good. And so familiar. He pushes himself further into you, your legs wrapping around his waist until you gasp to yourself, eyes shutting in contentment. 

“You feel…” You can’t finish your sentence.

“Yeah.” He agrees, sliding out of you before thrusting back in. He repeats this motion a few, slow times. Letting his cock get soaked and pulled into your sweet core. He can’t remember the last time he felt this entranced. Maybe it was with you. 

He starts fucking into you, the repeated motions are smooth and calculated. He’s trying his best to fuck you at the angle that is going to make you whimper. And he finally finds it. He moans into your neck, his hot breath making your skin moist. He starts kissing your throat. 

You feel yourself growing tighter and tighter the more he firmly pushes in. You’re going to cum. 

Taehyung starts thrusting faster, his kisses growing sloppy and he forces himself to slow down, his body trembling above yours. Oh, he’s really close.

“You’re so pretty…” He moans, his thrusts getting harder. “I fucking missed you, your pussy…everything.”

“Taehyung…” You wrap your arms around him, nails clawing at his back. “Fuck, just like that…I’ll cum.”

“Yeah. I know.” He smirks against your neck before he lifts his head and locks eyes with you. “Let’s cum together, y/n. Fuck,” His pace grows faster and you feel your insides crumble. He feels too good. 

“I’m gonna—” You choke on air when he thrusts particularly hard, pushing into you so deep it makes your stomach tighten. He fucks you so deep you wonder how you could go without this any longer. 

“y/n.” He chants your name, head falling into your neck again, whining against your skin and that’s all it takes for the band inside you to snap. You feel warmth gushing around his cock, dribbling out of you as you cum all around him and his hips thrust forward a few more times before he releases every drop of cum he can offer inside you. 

Your body becomes limp, legs falling from his waist as you catch your breath, silently laughing as the euphoria continues to overtake you. Taehyung laughs too, breathing heavily above you, his eyes shining with happiness. You can’t miss it. 

“We forgot the condom.” He tells you.

“I know.” You bite your lip, hiding another smile. You aren’t worried since you’re on birth control. “Maybe you can shower with me?”

He leans down to kiss you, smile all over his face. “Okay, and then I’m eating you out.”

[stanpinesdykewife]

How do you feel about breeding kink ? Kinda a request for Stan/reader haha

HELLO thanks for sending this in! so i've never been a big breeder (breeding kink enjoyer) but you and several others are really into it so i finally gave it a shot!!! enjoy! and check out my friend's breeding kink fic at the bottom if you're into this :) under the cut:

knock knock stan/reader (fem!reader) (unless you're me and can ignore the gender implications of "mommy") pre/during/post-canon/unspecified smut, 1954 words (bonus: fic rec at the bottom)

It starts out like the normal, mostly-vanilla sex you usually have with Stan.

You two go out, get tipsy, come home, and make it through approximately half an episode of your joint show before slipping into a sloppy makeout. It's not exactly routine, but it's expected, and it's a hit for a reason. Sex with Stan is good, full stop. Which is why you’re always surprised when something new comes along that makes it even better.

“Hngh—Fuck,” you choke out, your voice catching behind your teeth as Stan sinks into you. You're on your back, staring with bleary eyes at the sight of Stan's flushed face above you. He's sitting on his heels with your ankles on his shoulders, his hands holding firmly at your plush hips as he grinds into you. “Fuck. God, please.”

“Told you you'd have to beg for it this time, didn't I?” Stan chuckles, stroking over your soft skin with his thumbs. He sounds gentle, but he's grinding into you hard, enough that each forward roll of his hips has your whole body rocking with it. He'd been fucking you so hard earlier, so good, but he does this thing sometimes—he stops altogether to get you talking. He loves when you talk to him. “Go on, then, sweetheart. You want it, right?”

“Y-Yeah,” you say, stuttering at another press of his dick into you. You gasp when he pulls back, drawing out only halfway before grinding in again. Your voice is wobbly when you say, “Yes, yeah. I want it, please fuck me, oh, fuck—I wanna come. Wanna make you come in me.”

You know, even through the haze in your mind and the growing blush on Stan's face, that that's a normal thing for you to say. It never gets old, and it's never untrue. Asking Stan to come in you always feels really fucking good. You're having a really good night.

“I know, baby. You want me to fill you up,” Stan says, full-on smiling down at you. His eyes are warm and a little unfocused as he draws out again, then pushes in, keeping that same romantic rhythm he's had since slowing down. His voice is low, almost drowsy, when he adds, “You want it to stay there, too? Want it to take?”

“Wh—Huh?” you ask, your mind a little preoccupied to register all the words coming out of his mouth. You're a little too busy staring at him, at his dark eyes, his crooked grin, then lower, to the hair on his chest leading down to his belly. Stan huffs out a good-natured laugh at your obvious spacing out.

“You always ask me to come inside.” When your gaze finally wanders back up to his, he's already staring at you. Stan chuckles again and adjusts his grip on your body, unintentionally hiking your hips up a little. He clarifies, “It's almost like you want me to knock you up.”

Your jaw drops open at that. A new wave of heat curls in your abdomen, making your fingers twitch, and your legs suddenly tense. Stan was half-joking, you know he was, but it's too late to pitch him a laugh and play into it. His brows raise, and you can practically see the gears turn in his head when you blink at him in mild shock.

Then the light bulb clicks on, and Stan's expression brightens in the way it always does when he learns something new about your body. Despite yourself, you smile, too, a flustered giggle bouncing from your throat when you realize he's about to pounce.

“W-Wait, I didn't—” You have no clue what excuse you were going to give to clear your name of a kink you didn't even know you had, but Stan interrupts you so you don't have to find out. You squeal when he suddenly grabs you by the thighs and adjusts your body, manhandling you into a new position. “Stan—!”

“You like that, huh,” he snickers, not unkind, as he shuffles himself up onto his knees without pulling out. One of your legs almost falls off his shoulders, but Stan quickly corrects it before snatching a pillow from your left and shoving it under your hips. He leans forward slightly, asking you again, “You want me to knock you up?”

Before you can answer, Stan gives you the first proper thrust he's given you in a while. Your back arches as you moan, your hips automatically rocking up into his as he starts a steady pace. Your hands grip the sheets, and you try to stave off the mild embarrassment in your chest. You try to welcome the excitement instead, growing warm in your stomach, making you tremble.

“That's right, honey. Feels good, don't it? Gonna put a baby in you.” The humor in Stan's voice fades slowly, overtaken by his little grunts as he fucks into you. You moan at one particular angle, Stan's dick pressing perfectly up against that spot in your pussy that makes your legs shake, and Stan chases it. He leans forward, over you, making your voice pitch higher and higher. He groans, “Fuck, so wet. You're all nice and warm for me, sugar. Perfect for my spunk.”

“Ugh, don't—ah—call it that,” you huff out, voice cracking in the middle as Stan picks up speed.

“Whaddya want me to call it?” he laughs. “My come? My kids?”

“Fuck,” you moan, like the breath's been punched out of you. Stan's hips stutter, and something in the air shifts. He groans, leans forward more, and soon your body is bent deeply at the waist with your legs hooked over his shoulders, your knees close to your chest. You don't know what this position is called. A breeding press? A mating press? The specifics are lost on you as you open your eyes, blinking up at Stan's handsome, flushed face.

He’s breathing deeply above you, his hot breath mingling with yours as he plants his hands on either side of you. Stan’s been teasing you all this time, but all of a sudden it doesn't feel so lighthearted anymore. Stan pauses when you meet his eyes. Shifts his weight on his knees.

“C-Can…” You swallow around the words. You're fucking salivating. You look at Stan shyly, through your lashes, and find the courage to ask, “Can you please put your kids in me?”

“Holy Moses,” Stan says, and then he's kissing you, all sloppy and heated and so fucking turned-on. You moan into his mouth when he starts pumping into you again, fucking his hips down into yours, and this angle is so fucking good you can't believe you've never tried it with him before, holy fuck. Stan is so deep inside you, pistoning his hips so hard he's fucking you right into the mattress with each thrust.

“Ah, ah, fuck, yes—” you gasp, breaking the kiss. Stan groans against your open mouth before pulling away, his eyes screwed shut as he presses his forehead to yours.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he grunts, shifting so his forearms are caging your head, holding up his weight. “Gonna fucking fill you up, gonna make you have my fucking kids—Fuck, I'm already close.”

“Yes, yes, please,” you whine, voice strained as you reach up to grab hold of something, anything, to keep you grounded. You feel like you're floating, so warm and dizzy at the thought of Stan filling you to the brim, and your hands somehow find their way up into Stan's hair. He groans again when you tug, and gives you a particularly rough thrust that makes you gasp. “Ah, shit—! Yes, I want it, want you to come in me, fill me up—”

“Yeah, just take my fucking load, baby, just take it,” he breathes, somehow much more intelligible than you are even as his hips start fucking into you unevenly, losing their rhythm. But Stan's thrusts get harder, his dick reaching deeper into your ready cunt, so deep you swear you can feel his precome leaking into your cervix, or maybe the thought of it is just so good that you're making shit up. But you snap back to reality at Stan mutters, his voice gruff, “Gonna come so deep in you, sweetheart—Hah, fuck, that's—Gonna make you a fuckin' mommy.”

You're coming, an intense orgasm rolling through you and forcing one loud, drawn-out moan from deep in your throat as Stan fucks into you with a few more frantic thrusts. You're gasping, cursing when you can spare the breath, and then you're whining high in your throat as Stan presses as deep as he can fucking go. His voice catches for a moment. Then he groans, long and loud, right into your face as he comes deep in you. It's so hot, literally, you can feel the heat blooming in your fucking cunt, can feel the way his thick dick twitches with its release.

“Fuck—Fuck,” Stan swears, shifting again so he can slide one hand to your hip. He hikes it up and shuffles closer on his knees, sighing once his lungs have the capacity. You're still catching your breath, still dizzy with warmth and post-orgasmic bliss as you think of that pocket of come being plugged inside you by Stan's softening dick. Stan breathes deeply in, then out. He’s still riding the tail end of his orgasm when he murmurs, “You okay?”

“Mm. Yeah,” you manage, carefully unwinding your fingers from his hair. When Stan can lift his head to look at you, his face is red with exertion. There's some drool slipping out the corner of his mouth, and you try a smile. “You?”

“Yeah,” he says, but he sounds distracted. He studies your features, reading your expression, and whatever you managed of a half-smile drops.

“What?” you ask. But then Stan nudges his hips back, just an inch, and slowly presses into you again. Your breath hitches in your throat, your hands flying to his shoulders to grip him there. “What are you—Ah, ah, fuck.”

You feel exactly what he does. Stan's come is slick in you, it always is, but the new connotations add so much to the warm, wet pool within your body. Stan grinds into you, getting your thighs and his abdomen slick with your come, then pulls out again. When he pushes back in, you both moan at how fucking easy it is. There's no resistance. His come is sticking the way, making it easier for him to fuck you.

Stan is still breathing deep, but another smile plays on his lips. He’s close enough that he only has to tilt his head slightly to kiss you, but it's chaste nonetheless. His grin is bright and affectionate. But it isn't quite innocent.

“You wanna try for another?” he chuckles, his hand smoothing over your skin to dip between your bodies, to press gently, reverently against your stomach. You jolt at the touch, but eventually your hips start rocking into him. Stan doesn't move. You're intoxicated by the thought of him keeping you like this, pinned beneath him, full of his come and plugged by his dick as he brings you to the edge with his fingers.

“Ah, shit—Fuck. Yeah,” you say, the corners of your mouth rising up to match Stan's grin. You play along easier this time. “Yeah. Please. As many times as it takes, right?”

“Gotta knock you up somehow,” Stan says, keeping eye contact with you, his voice oozing with affection. You chuckle at him. What a softie. Then his fingers press a little harder on your stomach, then dip lower, lower, to really touch you, and your mouth drops into a moan instead. “Gonna be such a good mommy.”

You're having a great night.

(inspo from Family Planning by burberryali, which dropped super recently and helped a lot while i learned to write this!!! if you like breeding and fluff and stan in general... which i know you do... this fic is for you! show it some love!!)

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Exclusively My Idiot

Summary: You know Dean can be an idiot, but could he ever be your idiot exclusively?

Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (You)

Warnings: None really. Just some kissing/making out and some jealousy. Also fluff.

Word Count: 1,231

A/N: This is my first gif drabble for my 2K followers celebration! The gif shown in the title card above came from this gif request from @jackles010378 . Thanks so much for sending this fun gif, of our charming, sexy boy!

This will also fill the square, "I hate how much you acting like an idiot makes me want to make out with you.", for my @jacklesversebingo 2024 card.

Hope you enjoy! ❤️

Your blood was boiling as you watched The Woman putting her hands all over Dean. Well, all over his bicep anyway. She just kept touching him, laughing at everything he was saying.

He’s not that funny, sweetie. You thought to yourself.

You and Dean had been on this case for nearly a week and you’d questioned this woman three times now. Well, Dean questioned her. You'd offered to do it this time, but Dean had just smiled at you. 

“N’ah, I got it sweetheart. She’s obviously into me, so I can keep her busy while you search her hard drive for any information on what's-his-name.” He shrugged. “You’re better at all that computer bullshit anyway. So you do what you do, and I’ll do what I do.” 

He’d given you a wink and a smile that made you nearly melt into the floor. But you played it off, rolling your eyes and spinning on your heel to get away from Dean’s effortless charisma.

Now, standing in her office, you were waiting for the thumb drive you’d plugged into her computer to download everything she had on the guy you and Dean were pretty sure was a monster. This info would very likely confirm it, so what you were doing was important. You had to be quick and stealthy. But instead you were standing at her office window, looking out at the reception area and watching her flirt endlessly with “FBI Agent Cobain”.

It was so stupid of you to feel jealous like this. You and Dean were very happily friends with benefits and nothing more. He didn’t owe you anything, and you had no stamp or claim on him. He was free to flirt with anyone he wanted.

You reminded yourself of that very harshly as you shot daggers at The Woman.

Her back was to you, and Dean was facing you. He caught you staring out the window and raised a brow in your direction. He was asking if you were finished, but you shook your head. Dean stepped closer to The Woman so he could slip his hand around her back where she couldn’t see it. He waved his hand at you in a gesture that told you to hurry up. 

You held up a hand, palm out, to tell him to just wait and be patient. 

“Can’t make the computer go any faster, dumbass.” You mumbled to yourself, but you forced yourself to turn away from the window, and Dean’s hand on The Woman’s lower back, and check on the progress of the download. 

It was only a minute more before the computer beeped and the download was complete. You yanked out the thumb drive and tiptoed out of her office, giving Dean a thumbs up as you left.

You hoofed it down the stairs, all the way to the parking garage that was your rendezvous spot. You found Baby sitting in the very last stall and hoisted yourself up onto her hood to wait.

And wait…

And wait…

And…wait!

It was almost twenty minutes before you finally saw Dean coming around the corner of the building and into the entrance of the parking lot. He looked a little disheveled and your heart plummeted. Looked like The Woman had gotten pretty handsy, and not in a way that would be office appropriate. 

He approached the car and had a silly grin on his face. You recognized it as his slightly abashed and embarrassed smile and you wondered what exactly he’d done that made him feel embarrassed. 

Nevermind, you thought, I don’t wanna know.

“Hey!” He said as he approached. “Get everything?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Good.” Dean answered and started to walk around Baby’s hood to get to the driver's side.

You gave a bad imitation of a chuckle, and waved him back towards you. “Hey, how far did Sexy McSexington push her flirting? Took you forever to get out here and it looks a bit like you’ve spent some time making out in the copy room.” You waved at his loosened tie and wrinkled white shirt.

Dean arched a brow and tilted his head slightly. “And if I did? Does that bother you?”

You scoffed a little too hard. “What? Of course not. I was just wondering how far you had to go in the name of keeping your cover.”

Dean pushed out his lips and nodded slowly, walking back to you and pushing your legs open on the hood so he could stand between your knees.

“Is that right?” His voice was disbelieving. “So, you won’t care if I tell you all about the way she pulled me into a supply closet,” he raised a finger, “not the copy room, and had her wicked way with me?”

His gaze glinted with mischief and you rolled your eyes. “Ugh! Spare me the details, please.” You pushed on his chest lightly so he’d move and let you get down, but he didn’t budge.

“You don’t wanna hear about the way she went down on her knees and-”

You shoved your fingers in your ears. “La la la la la!” You sang loudly out of tune.

Dean pulled on your wrists, forcing your hands down by your side and gave you another wink and a smile. “It does bother you. Admit it, you don’t wanna know about my office escapades do you? Cause YOU wanted to be the one with me in the copy room.”

He waggled his eyebrows and nodded quickly. “Huh? Huh? Because you think I’m gooorgeous, you want to kiiiiss me, you want to huuuug me.” He said, quoting Miss Congeniality and doing a bad Sandra Bullock impersonation. “You want to loooove me. You want to smoooch me.”

You cut him off with a kiss, tugging on his tie to bring him down to your mouth. He chuckled against your lips and then tilted his head slightly so he could deepen the kiss. He swept his tongue past your lips and licked up into the roof of your mouth, tasting you thoroughly and moaning down your throat. He fisted his hand in your hair and pulled your head back so he could slide his open mouth down your neck, scraping his teeth against your sensitive skin and making you shudder.

“Oh god,” you moaned out, “I hate how much you acting like an idiot makes me want to make out with you.”

You felt him smile against your skin before he ran his tongue back up your neck to just behind your ear. He nibbled there for a moment before moving his lips to the shell of your ear and whispering to you, low and sexy.

“Just FYI, there was no copy room, or supply closet.”

You pulled away a little so you could look him in the eye, giving him a suspicious look. “Then what took you so long, and why do you look so…disheveled.”

His sheepish smile was back, and he ducked his head slightly. “I may have needed to escape her by ducking into the men’s room and then crawling out the window.”

Your eyes widened. “Her office is on the third floor!”

He shrugged. “I didn’t say it was easy.”

You shook your head. “You’re such an idiot.” Then you kissed him softly. “But…do you maybe wanna be my idiot? I mean, exclusively my idiot?”

Dean smiled and bit into his bottom lip. “Absolutely.”

[amhrosina]

Ok what about Franks reaction when you come home crying? Idk why, could be anything at all. I’m just imagining Frank excited for you to get home, only for you to come through the door with tear tracks down your face

a/n: ooooooooooo yes! i made frank so soft here i think i need comfort lmfao not quite as angsty as i wanted, but i like how it ended up! also, said this would be a drabble, ended up writing a 1.2k ficlet sooooo enjoy!

warnings: implied violence, implied smut at end, reader gets mugged (off page), f!reader, no use of y/n, frank comforting reader, reader gets a little weepy

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You never thought you’d reach this point, but you were praying Frank hadn’t made it home from work yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him - you always wanted to see him - but the sight of your swollen, tear-filled eyes would probably send him into a frenzy, and really, all you wanted to do was curl up in his lap and forget about the entire encounter that had left you in tears. 

Luck, it seemed, was not on your side, however, because as soon as you stepped into your apartment, Frank’s overwhelming presence was immediately apparent to you. His work boots, neatly lined next to the door, were in the place he always left them when they were too dirty to store in your shared closet. His coat, the one he’d insisted he didn’t need but wore every single day in the winter, was hung in the corner, next to the empty hook that normally held your jacket, scarf, and hat. The most obvious indicator, though, was the irregular clatter of dishes being moved around, used, and discarded in the kitchen.

“Sweetheart?” He called, eagerness clear in his voice. “That you?”

Shit. Suddenly, the guilt of praying he wasn’t home moments before threatened to consume you.

“Sweetheart?”

His voice was closer now, much closer, and you hurriedly swiped the tears away from your cheeks, hoping he wouldn’t notice your blotchy cheeks, or the fact that your eyelids were more swollen than you’d ever seen them. You cleared your throat and tried your best to sound normal.

“Hey, Frankie.”

You turned around to meet him, smiling in an attempt to hide your sorrow, and suddenly felt extremely stupid. Frank wasn’t an idiot, and the look on his face when you finally looked at him told you he was seeing right through the facade. 

“What happened?” 

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” You shrugged, blinking away the fresh wave of tears building in your lash line.

“Did someone hurt you?” 

His voice was oddly calm, but there was a bite in his tone that he was clearly trying to suppress. 

“No.” You shook your head, stepping closer to him. “I’m fine.”

He blinked down at you, cupping your damp cheeks in his warm palms.

“You’re lying to me. Why are you lying to me, sweetheart?” 

“I’m not.” You denied instantly, resolve growing weaker with every pass of his thumb over your cheekbones. He was silent for a moment, eyeing your quivering bottom lip. He took in your appearance, the word ‘disheveled’ coming to mind as he looked you over, before finally pinpointing what was missing from your usual attire.

“Where’s your bag?” He queried, tilting his head slightly. 

You huffed, finally allowing the tears to spill onto your cheeks. “I was on the subway and this asshole was crowding me when I got off and before I could even try and get away from him, he took off with my bag.”

“Okay, shh shh shh shh, baby. It’s okay.” 

You were, embarrassingly, blubbering at this point. You hadn’t even gotten to the worst part yet. 

“The necklace you got me for Christmas was in there, Frank.” You sobbed, trying not to think too hard about the lost gift. It had been your most prized possession since the moment you’d put it on. Until this morning, you’d never taken it off. You cursed yourself for thinking it would be safe in your bag. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, honey, it’s going to be okay. I’m not mad, baby. Don’t apologize.” Frank cooed, pressing gentle kisses across your face. He was all too aware of how much that necklace meant to you. “I’m going to make a call, okay?”

“You think you can get it back?” You knitted your brows together in confusion. “I didn’t even get a good look at his face. I have no idea who he is.”

“I know, sweetheart. I’m just glad you’re safe.” He pulled you into his chest and began dialing his phone.

“Who’re you calling?” You questioned further, nuzzling into his warmth.

“Lieberman. If anyone can find the guy, it’s him.”

You listened as Frank relayed the information to Micro, occasionally giving him additional information. Frank’s free hand cupped the back of your head, absent-mindedly running his fingers along the nape of your neck while Micro searched through camera footage and DMV records. You knew the second they’d figured out who did it, so tuned into Frank’s body that you physically felt the tension build in his shoulders. 

“You gonna kill him?” You asked, eyes focused on Frank's jaw, which hadn’t unclenched since his conversation with Micro.

“I should.” He mumbled, eyeing your reaction carefully. “He could’ve hurt you.”

“He didn’t, though.” You shrugged, “Maybe he needed food or something.”

Frank’s eyes softened. “Are you really trying to find the good in the man who stole your favorite thing from you?” 

“Maybe.” You shrugged again, grinning when Frank huffed in annoyance. 

“You’re too nice.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Good thing I’m not.”

“I thought you’d be more mad.”

“Oh, trust me. I’m pissed that he even looked at you.” His jaw clenched impossibly harder. “But I’m just glad you’re safe. If he’d hurt you, though…,” he trailed off, shaking his head, “I don’t know what I’d do. Something illegal. That’s a given.”

You nodded, understanding his desire to protect you. If the roles were reversed, you’d do the same. You sniffed, eyes flicking to the kitchen, where something was definitely burning.

“What were you cooking before I came home?”

Frank stiffened before taking off toward the kitchen. “Holy shit, I forgot I had something in the oven.”

You giggled and followed him through the apartment, the entire encounter on the subway a distant memory already. Frank would take care of it. He always did.

Later, hours after falling asleep on Frank’s chest, the distinct sound of your fire escape window closing woke you from your slumber. Frank was no longer beneath you, and hadn’t been for some time you realized, sliding your fingers over the cool sheets where he’d been earlier.

“Frankie?” You softly called, slightly lifting your head from the pillow.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He gently crawled into bed, hovering over your still mostly-asleep figure and kissing the tip of your nose. “I have something for you.”

He lifted his arm, and you nearly shrieked when you realized what was dangling from between his swollen and slightly bruised fingers.

“You found it?” You gasped.

“I said I would, didn’t I?” He smiled, kissing you again.

“Frank Castle, you absolute fucking gentleman.”

He chuckled at your crude language. “That’s high praise coming from a princess like you.”

You smiled, kissing him deeper. He groaned when you slid your tongue into his mouth. 

“Let me show you how grateful I am.” You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Baby, you won’t hear any complaints from me. Your wish is my command, princess.”

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[sweetestofchaos]

Chell 💜 I hope I’m not too late 👀 could I get Jungkook x reader with #13. linking hands together during sex from prompt list 2

I miss him so much 😭

Like I would ever say no to you 😆 but, you aren't late at all. I don't know when I'll call these drabble requests off...I know they won't stay open too long 'cause no one has really sent anything in. You are the fourth (probably the last) person to request something.

You know I love me some JK...so let's go!

being close to you is still not close enough

p. jungkook x reader

r. 18+

wc. 481

w. mentions of unprotected sex, biting, creampie, kissing

Your skin on his, your breath mixed with his, it is hard to tell where one body begins and the other ends. Still, Jungkook wants more. Needs more. It isn’t enough to be buried deep in your soft warmth. It isn’t enough to sink his teeth into your skin. It isn’t enough to fill you with his seed. He loves you and you love him. You tell him so every day at all times, no matter what. Even when the two of you are fighting (not often), you fill each other with love.

As your legs lock Jungkook in place, as he grinds his pelvis against yours and as he pants in your ear, he grunts his love. His hands roam your body, trailing a hot path along your skin with goosebumps and kisses. He loves you, day in and day out. Seven days a week until the end of time, he loves you and only you. Your nails mark his skin, leaving red lines along his back and crescent moons on his arms. He doesn’t care, he’s okay with his hyungs teasing him if it means he can wear your marks proudly.

His skin is damp, slick with sweat, just as yours. You reach for the blankets, twisting the fabric in your hands until your knuckles lock, the skin taut over the bones. Jungkook’s hands find yours, he relaxes your grip and slides his fingers between the empty space. Puzzle pieces fitting into place, two halves of one whole. As his fingers close around your hand, your head grows warm and fuzzy. You feel like you’re floating and the weight of Jungkook’s hands in yours weighs you down, anchoring you to the world.

He moans your name, whispers his love as he clings to you, never letting go. Tight, so very tightly you hold onto his hands. You think there will be marks that might bruise but that is for future you to worry about. Jungkook now has no worries, he doesn’t mind the tightness. It’s reassuring, the way you give yourself to him, trusting him with the most inner parts of you. The love is madding and at times Jungkook wonders how he is still here with you. The love you share is unconditional, fierce, and inviting. It wraps around his very being and floods his lungs at the most random of times.

Jungkook’s hips start to weaken and you mewl, squeezing his hands and his length as he pushes you over the edge. It triggers his own release a few moments later and tears stream down your face. It is overwhelming, the feeling of this love. It settles deep in your chest and as Jungkook kisses your face all over, licking away your tears, you can’t help but whisper those words to him once more.

“I love you, Jungkook. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

[amethystarachnid]

BUCKY BARNES AS A GIRL DAD - a drabble

Everyone stop what you're doing and imagine Bucky Barnes as a girl dad.

When you first tell him that you're pregnant he's shocked because of all the experiments HYDRA did on him he thought he couldn't have kids

Then he's shocked because he realizes he's going to be a dad. He. A killer, the man who killed thousands of people.

He's terrified by the thought of not being a good dad so you have to convince him he's going to be a great dad because he's not the winter soldier anymore, he's just Bucky. The love of your life.

Starts studying pregnancy books like he has an exam on them. believe me when I say that this man could have a degree by the end of the nine months.

Baby Shower. He really didn't care if the baby in your belly was a boy or a girl but when he saw the pink cream inside the cake he felt his heart skip a beat. A little girl, oh how much he hoped for her to look just like you.

Built the nursery from scratch, painted it al pink with little stars on the ceiling.

I think he would like the name Estelle and if you'd agree that would be the little girl's name.

When you go into labour this man freaks out, he has seen lots of things in his life but seeing you in pain while giving birth made him feel guilty for putting a baby in you.

When he holds her for the first time he's scared to hurt her, maybe his metallic arm is too hard for her little head to rest on? Is his metallic hand too cold on her little face?

He's completely smitten by her, she's not even two days old when she has him wrapped around her little chubby fingers.

When he noticed that she has his blue eyes he was on the verge of crying.

How could a monster like him make such a perfect little angel?

As soon as Estelle starts babbling he has his phone out to record everything. He just wants to remember those little moments forever.

When she starts walking and can actually play he spends his days playing with her: with a ball, with dolls, with the toy kitchen, with her on his shoulders.

When Estelle says 'Dada' for the first time this man is in tears repeating 'my baby girl called me dada, I'm her dada..."

Once she can talk she gives nicknames to everyone, Steve is Uncle Cap, Sam is Uncle Birdie, Tony is Uncle Iron, Natasha is Aunt red (because of her hair).

Bucky totally plays princess tea party with her, in a tutu and with a full face of toy make up.

"Uncle Cap and Uncle Birdie, come play tea with me and Daddy!" Estelle would say.

Steve would agree immediately while Sam needed an harsh look from Bucky.

First day of kindergarten? Estelle is happily going inside the new classroom, happy to make new friends while Bucky is in tears.

"She didn't give me a goodbye kiss..."

She wants to take dance lessons? They're paid.

She wants to swim? He's already on his way to buy a swimsuit.

Bucky would let her choose the sport she wants but she has to take self defense lessons too, maybe taught by Natasha.

The first boy that breaks her heart has a broken arm and probably some trauma. (I'm joking...am I?)

Estelle is pretty free to go out but she has to tell him in advance just to let him know.

When she leaves for college he helps her move out and tells her to kick a boy between the legs if they treat her bad. Or simply give a call to him and he would run to her.

Probably with Steve right behind him.

Damn this was long, sorry but I love soft Bucky, my man deceivers happiness after everything he went through :(

Would you like me to do this but with the other Avengers / x-Men? You can also make requests if you want!

Check out my masterlist! <3

[violetmuses]

Paradise - A. Aretas 😘

Title: Paradise - A. Aretas 😘

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: You return from the honeymoon with Armando. @yassbishimvintage

=====

2024

“We start working again tomorrow.” You glanced down toward your husband while cuddling in bed.

You just returned from enjoying the beach after trading vows with Armando Aretas, your best friend.

Despite everything, you could face this journey together now. There was no turning back.

“I know. C'mere.” He grumbled through slightly accented English and pulled your body on top of him, gifting kisses.

Just when your senses heat up and you want to remove clothes, knocking rattled the closed bedroom door.

“Hey!” Detective Mike Lowrey, Armando's biological father, interrupted this moment. “Y'all got back home and didn't call us?”

Rolling both eyes, you pull yourself together and leave Armando's waist to answer Lowrey.

Here we go again. Armando thought.

[fall0utmind]

I really liked the way you characterized bez and pecco in your fic, and it got me thinking about the relationship between marc and the academy. And since you opened your asks, you me yapping about It's so weird because he is closer to them in age than he is in Valentino but by the virtue of his achievement he seem kind of unattainable to them. And obviously because of the rivalry, they don't really interact with him (except to pick a fight but that doesn't count). But then, he becomes pecco's teammate and, unless they put a wall in the ducati garage and factory, he will have to get to know him. And he realizes maybe Marc is not that bad (batshit insane maybe but not evil), and while marc is initially guarded around him, they do eventually get closer (and probably ropes the whole academy into becoming friends with him). Valentino may advise him against it but pecco is a grown man he knows what he's getting into.

Now I hesitate, whether this should be abo or not, but i think the secondary gender dynamics are very interesting (the idea of pack as a family or the whole non verbal communication through scent etc ), also it forces people that are trying to ignore their feelings for each other into situations they don't really like. Or maybe an au where you share a soulbound with people close to you.

My point is, at some point, marcnaia end up share that bound (whether romantic or platonic), and that pisses Vale so much, cuz secretly he thinks "that is my rival with whom i had a disastrous and very divorce, go find your own" (and pecco probably can feel that since they share a bound ), especially if he never got to build that kind of bound with marc and regrets it because maybe it would've saved them . (honestly it would be funnier if they are just friends but Rossi is just there in the background eyes twitching because he thinks there is something more). And Marc is like "what exactly is your problem" (beside the obvious),and either things get so weird they HAVE to talk about it (unlikely) or some catastrophe happens and vale has to get his shit together and maybe realize he fucked up concerning marc, but i am not too sure about how it would play out.

Anyway, just wanted to share this with you, maybe it would give you ideas. Side note: I love your writing, it's amazing. You really know how to balance between hurt and confort.

Okay okay, I have SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT MARC X VR ACADEMY

So many!!!! So, thanks for giving me the opportunity to yap.

I defo think that for some of the academy, notably, Cele and Bez, there is still a very unattainable air to Marc. I mean, Marc is an 8-time world champion, after all. I think for luca, it is less of that due to his relationship with the brothers and being around when Marc and Vale were friends. Pecco is also a world champion, so Marc is a little less untouchable for him, but I defo think there's still that air around him because Marc really should be the God of the sport. Especially after Vale retired. But he's become a bit of a devil. Anyways so the academy defo see Marc as slightly apart, untouchable but dangerous etc etc

Now- pecco and marc!!!!!!! I want to write a fic about their friendship and vale being jealous! I actually have a draft on my laptop!

I defo think pecco is going to develop a bit of a soft spot for marc. Like, Marc is really just insane, especially about winning, lol. So they get close, and it kinda drags some of the academy into their friendship, too. Like bez begins to humanise him, luca already likes marc, but they get closer!! Cele is 100% hero worshipping which is hilarious and kinda sweet.

Okay, I really love abo and I think that could be so good, but I have a few other abo fics in the works, so maybe for this one, I wouldn't. But, that being said, I adore your ideas of both abo and soul bond au!!! I think there's so much that can be done with those AUs. I especially love the soul bond ideas or something similar. Keep an eye out for some abo AUs going forward though, there's a few coming!!!

In terms of jealousy- pecco and marc are definitely having a championship rivalry, but it's very professional and civil. They love battling each other on the track and being friendly off it. Vale is watching this like what the fuck and he keeps babbling to Pecco about mind games. Pecco has just reached the point where he roles his eyes and ignores it, humming every so often to make it seem like he's listening. Because he's an adult and Marc has been nothing but polite and civil. If they fuck up, they apologise to each other and move on.

Vale is watching all of the Ducati videos where Marc and Pecco are doing stupid things together and are laughing, and marc is looking at Pecco like he cares, and Pecco is clearly attracted to Marc (or Vale thinks so?) And excuse you, that's Valentino's rival and enemy. How dare Pecco be his friend, how dare he take marc away?

Pecco has no idea why Vale is suddenly acting so weird. Marc clicks on pretty quickly but thinks it's just that he hates the friendship him and pecco have formed, not that Valentino is jealous!

I'm not sure what would happen that would make them get their shit together. Probably alcohol involved, though, let's be real. Marc definitely gets his 9th title and Vale isn't as mad as he thought but he really needs Pecco to back off and oh? He's jealous???

I absolutely love the idea of marc hanging out with the academy without Valentino knowing too. Or maybe marc is invited to the ranch or something, and Vale just feels awkward and jealous watching his boys riding and joking with Marc fucking Marquez as if he's always been there and suddenly Vale can imagine marc always being there. Fitting in with their little family. And next thing he knows, he's imagining mornings with Marc, waking up and watching him in the early morning light because he's so beautiful and UGH. Anyways cue Valentino breakdown.

Love love love this whole idea!!

Thank you so much for asking and for your kind words!!!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

(I might make this into a drabble, if you'd like, let me know )

[boltlightning]

Norribeth + 30. under the rain or 65. horror? Please and thank you!

65. horror

“Haven’t you heard what they say?” Elizabeth asks, her voice solemn even as she cocks an eyebrow playfully. “I destroyed an armada single-handed; I released a goddess’ wrath upon the Seven Seas; and every man I’ve ever kissed has died violently at sea. You may wish to keep your distance.”

Too late, Elizabeth realizes there is fear beneath the jest, real and deep-seated fear she dares not examine with anything resembling scrutiny, and swallows. Undaunted, James lifts her chin gently with two fingers to meet her eyes.

“You’re a right terror,” he agrees in a soft murmur, “but I have killed the unkillable, out-tricked the worst of foes, and survived Death aboard its very ferry. I shall take my chances; you are worth that,” and kisses her.

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[butchyeons]

req for dp jeongmohyo 👀 or even jeongmo (momo bottoming). desperate for more alpha jeong-tent

first drabble request is finally here! it’s… not really a drabble, i got a bit too excited with this prompt. but hopefully y’all won’t mind. that being said, i hope you all enjoy. this one will probably end up on ao3 later on, too. lmao, let’s get into it.

best behavior

a tiny omegaverse jeongmohyo fic.

tags/warnings: g!p, a/b/o dynamics, double penetration (obv), jihyo has an alpha kink?, rutting, edging, orgasm control, knotting, degradation, mating bites, biting in general (there is so much biting damn), mentions of blood, aftercare, pwp, alpha!jeongyeon, beta!jihyo, omega!momo. this is so filthy i’m sorry

cishet men and minors dni.

———

To say Momo had messed up was an understatement.

The omega had always enjoyed testing her limits with what she could get away with when it came to her mates. It was typical for her to constantly break the unspoken set of rules they all shared just to see what would happen. Cause problems on purpose, only to act innocent when she got caught later on. It was fun for her, and clearly it was fun for her mates, too. Despite how whiny she got during her punishments, how much she begged for them to go easy on her, she always really enjoyed it- craved it, even. She was a sucker for pain, for overstimulation, for being edged. The stupid omega part of her brain that she so badly wanted to deny secretly always craved it, really. She had no idea just how much she loved being treated like nothing less than a toy until she met Jeongyeon and Jihyo.

But nothing could prepare her for what was happening now.

“If you want to act like a slut, you’ll be treated like one.” Jeongyeon grunted out, forcing Momo down further on her length.

The alpha’s hand was firm on the back of her head, keeping her in place, pressing her down as far as she could go. Jeongyeon’s cock was invading her throat, making it impossible to breathe. The soft patch of dark hair that grew at the base was tickling the tip of her nose, the unbearable need that came from being fucking used ripping through her body like a wildfire.

It was great.

It was so much rougher than usual. Jeongyeon was practically fucking her throat, thrusting a few more times despite Momo being at her limit. Momo did her best to stay relaxed, to let it happen- to let Jeongyeon be mad about what she did. She deserved it, anyways. She had been bad. It was only fair this was happening, only fair that Jeongyeon got to use what belonged to her in whatever way she wanted.

As soon as she began to feel lightheaded, Momo’s hands firmly gripped onto the older girl’s sides, her nails digging into the soft skin without really meaning to. At the sensation, Jeongyeon let out a hiss, finally pulling her off by her hair, which left Momo a coughing, sputtering mess where she was kneeling on the floor.

Before she could really recover, Jihyo clicked her tongue somewhere behind her. Momo could only vaguely recognize the sound of her shifting, followed by the sound of her belt buckle and pants hitting the floor. Jihyo’s hand replaced Jeongyeon’s on the back of her head, pulling Momo back, forcing her to make eye contact with the beta that now leaned over her from above. The omega’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, her expression absolutely pitiful as Jihyo grinned devilishly down at her.

“Why are you embarrassed, baby?”Jihyo said, finally letting go of her hair. “You did this to yourself, after all.”

Jihyo circled around to the front of Momo and stood beside their third mate. The sight of her now naked form directly next to Jeongyeon’s stirred something up in Momo’s stomach, like always. Between Jihyo’s body and Jeongyeon’s massive length, Momo could feel her slick literally dripping out of herself, could feel how the mating mark Jeongyeon had left on her was practically throbbing with need. And she knew the older girl could feel it just based on how she was looking down at her right then, as if she was ready to devour her. She knew both of them could smell just how badly she wanted this, despite how Jihyo was almost always blind to it due to her nature of being a beta. And worst of all, she knew there already had to be a small pool of her own juices on the floor directly underneath her.

So of course she was fucking embarrassed. How couldn’t she be?

Jihyo crossed her arms, looking between her mates, before focusing her gaze back down at Momo. Her nose twitched slightly as she inhaled, unfortunately confirming what the omega already knew. When she exhaled again, the left side of her mouth curled up into that cocky smirk that Momo was all too familiar with.

“God, you reek, Momo. It’s almost like you wanted to be punished. You wanted to be treated like our little slut, didn’t you?”

Good lord, did she want this. She wanted to be disciplined, always did. She needed to be broken, needed to be taught her lesson, which is why she decided to openly flirt with Nayeon, Sana, and Chaeyoung the other night at the bar. Typical cock-brained, pheromone-drunk, sex-crazed omega.

Or really, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, typical Momo.

So when she weakly nodded, almost too scared to speak, Jihyo stepped closer. Her core was directly in front of Momo’s face, so close that she could easily lean in and get a taste. Instinctively, she did just that. But as soon as she was close enough to catch the scent of Jihyo’s own arousal, sweet honey with the faintest hint of spice, the beta’s hand tangled into her hair, pulling harshly. Momo yelped, her cheeks reddening even more from how her clit was now shamefully pulsing from the pain running down her spine.

“Use your words, Momoring.” Jihyo mocked.

She was putty in their hands now.

“F-Fuck-“ Momo stammered out. “I- yes- I wanted to be punished. I wanted to be your little slut. Please, Jihyo.”

Jihyo sighed, pulling Momo’s head back so they could lock eyes.

“That’s not what you call me, omega.”

The beta’s tone made her clench around nothing, causing even more slick to trickle down her thighs. Of course, the younger girl would pull this. She almost always did when Momo was in the dog house (literally or metaphorically, but they weren’t going that route today… hopefully, anyways). Momo never minded calling her that. Anything to get her off, she supposed.

“P-Please, alpha.” Her voice came out brokenly. “Treat me like the slut I am- ruin me. Both of you, please just break me. I’m all yours. Please, my alphas.”

Jihyo wasn’t just her beta, no- she was just as in control of her as her first mate, and deserved the title as much as Jeongyeon did. It was a little humiliating how turned on Momo got from addressing someone who had practically no rank as someone who was above her. She loved every second of it.

Jihyo smirked and hummed, seemingly satisfied with the response. And as a small reward for being so well behaved for once, she finally, so graciously gave Momo what she wanted, pushing her face into her core. Momo let out a soft whimper, doing her best to run her tongue through Jihyo’s folds, gathering her juices before greedily sucking on her clit in the way she knew Jihyo loved. The hand that was tangled into her hair tightened, yanking slightly. It hurt in the best way possible, the burning mixed in with the pleasure she got from helping her mate get off. Somewhere above her, Jihyo let out a groan.

“Fuck, Momo- good girl.” Her voice spilled out, distant and breathy. “Good fucking girl. Suck it, baby. Just like that. Such a slut.”

“Our slut, Hyo.” Jeongyeon added, stepping over next to Jihyo.

Momo watched as Jeongyeon leaned in and pressed a kiss to Jihyo’s cheek before moving down to nip at her neck, scenting her. The sight made Momo let out a soft whine, the want to be scented by her mates causing her to falter just slightly in her rhythm. It only made Jihyo force her in even more, her fingers digging through Momo’s hair as she held her in place. Momo scrunched her eyes shut, her body going limp as Jihyo just used her, riding her face without a care in the world.

“That’s right, Jeong. Our disgusting little-“ Another grunt cut the beta off. “Fuck- whore.”

Momo felt like her body was going to fucking explode by then. Despite not being touched at all, she could feel everything, her nerves all firing at once as her arousal got impossibly worse. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, which just exacerbated Jihyo’s sounds of pleasure, the wet kisses and love bites that Jeongyeon was eagerly leaving on their beta’s neck mixing into the sounds of Jihyo’s sopping wet folds rubbing against her lips and nose. It was disgusting. If there wasn’t a puddle of her own slick underneath her before, there certainly would be now.

“Fuck-“ Jihyo cried out. “Fuck, Momo. Fuck.”

Right as Momo ran her tongue across Jihyo’s clit one last time, the beta ripped her away. Momo’s eyes shot open, watching as Jihyo’s body trembled violently. Jeongyeon held onto her from the side, supporting her as she pressed a kiss to Jihyo’s temple.

The younger girl hadn’t finished, no. She would’ve had a much bigger reaction, been much more vocal. She edged herself. She only did that when she was mad, when she wanted to last longer. As badly as Momo wanted to be punished, a part of her was still afraid of what was to come. But that’s what made it so fun, anyways.

“Shit.” Jihyo hissed, her body twitching a few more times before it finally settled. “Fuck, baby. You almost had me there.”

Momo couldn’t help but smirk, a sense of pride blooming in her chest. But all of that quickly went away the moment Jeongyeon stepped forward again, gently slapping the head of her still-hard cock against Momo’s cheek.

“Wipe that attitude off your face, Momoring. You’ve got nothing to be proud of.” Jeongyeon practically sneered. “Suck.”

Momo immediately did as she was told, unable to fight back in any capacity after what Jihyo did. Her usual bratty self was nowhere to be seen as she took the head of Jeongyeon’s length into her mouth, sucking strongly before running her tongue through the slit. She looked up at Jeongyeon with wide eyes as she took even more of the alpha into her mouth, getting about halfway down before putting herself back up, dragging her tongue along the sensitive vein on the underside as she went. The action earned a groan from the older girl, which was music to Momo’s ears. She resisted the urge to smile again when she felt her mating mark pulse with arousal, a clear sign that her alpha was enjoying it more than she was letting on.

There was something else there, too, though. Momo’s mark felt… odd. It felt warm, slightly irritated. And based on how Jeongyeon’s eyebrows threaded together as Momo worked herself up and down her length, she could tell something was off with her, too. She seemed almost… pained. Momo pulled up for just a second, ready to ask if she was okay, but before Jeongyeon could force her back down, Jihyo shifted next to them.

“What should we do with her, Jeong?” She said, bending down to run her fingers through Momo’s hair.

Jeongyeon let out a low growl, which sent Momo right back into that brainless headspace. She could ask later, surely. It wasn’t a big deal, otherwise they wouldn’t be doing this right now. She focused on the head again, ignoring the fact that the alpha was already fucking leaking precum, swirling her tongue around the sensitive area before sucking harshly.

“Ugh-” Jeongyeon groaned. “I think she needs to be reminded who she belongs to, Hyo.”

“Oh definitely, baby.” Jihyo cooed, her hand still gently passing through the dark strands of Momo’s hair. “After how she acted, I think we need to ruin her.”

Momo looked up at Jihyo, who was smirking down at her as she continued to service Jeongyeon. Very quickly the beta’s sweet caresses were replaced with a firm grip, Jihyo’s fingers gripping her hair a pulling her back, a small pop noise following from how hard she was sucking. Momo let out a whimper at the painful sensation, Jeongyeon gasping at the loss when she was clearly getting into it. Jihyo pulled Momo up to her feet by her hair.

“You know we’re nowhere near done with you, Momo.” Jihyo said, moving to cup Momo’s face. Her thumbs passed over Momo’s cheeks a few times, soothing any pain that the omega felt from being manhandled, her act faltering for just a moment. “You alright to keep going?”

Momo nodded, hummed out a confirmation.

“Yeah, all good.” Momo whispered, her eyes falling closed. “I’d tell you if I wasn’t.”

“I know, baby.” Jihyo whispered, leaning in to press a quick kiss to the tip of Momo’s nose. “Just wanted to be sure.”

Jeongyeon moved in, too, leaning over to scent Momo, pressing her nose into the younger girl’s neck before eagerly biting at the sensitive skin a few times while growling softly. It was possessive, like she was claiming her territory- something that was rare for her to do, especially in front of Jihyo. It managed to turn Momo on even more, clouding the omega’s mind completely, the slight concern being pushed to the back burner at the action. She told herself it was fine, Jeongyeon was just mad. It would pass.

Momo could feel herself clenching slightly around nothing when Jihyo also leaned over, pressing her nose against the other side of her neck. To have both of her mates scenting her like that was almost too much. It was hot. It worked her up even more, made her body feel like it was made of static electricity, her muscles fuzzy, the signals in her nerves bouncing off of one another with nowhere to actually go.

But as hot as it was, it was also comforting- a reminder that they did love her, a way to keep her grounded somewhat. As bad as she had been, she knew the two of them would take care of her. She knew they’d teach her to be good again.

With the three of them all worked up, the tender moment could really only last so long. Momo was quickly reminded that they really weren’t finished. After Jeongyeon had her fill of her scent, she moved her hand down to grip her ass roughly, growling as she softly nipped the shell of her ear. Typical Jeongyeon.

“I want her ass.” The alpha said, bluntly. “I think a little slut like her would love to have her ass ruined. Isn’t that right, Momo?”

Momo’s eyes shot open the moment she felt Jeongyeon’s nails dig into the soft skin. She whimpered, slick gushing out of her in response to the action. Pathetic.

“P-Please, alpha…” Momo whined on instinct. “I-I deserve it- need to be ruined.”

“Then I’ll take her front.” Jihyo said as she finally pulled away before reaching up and gently pushing a strand of hair out of Momo’s face. “And you better not even think about cumming until both of us are finished, Momoring.”

“Yes, alpha.”

She really was in for a wild ride, it seemed.

———

This wasn’t the first time Momo had been in this position. Jeongyeon was already buried in her ass, already practically splitting her open. She sat on top of the alpha, the backs of her knees being supported by the girl underneath her. It was wet and hot, downright nasty. But it felt so fucking good. As Jeongyeon bucked her hips up, pushing herself deeper with each thrust, Momo thought she could live just like that- splayed open for her partners to do whatever they wanted to her.

Momo’s head fell back, allowing Jeongyeon to bite at her neck, right at her mating mark. The feeling of it caused both of them to moan at the same time, Jeongyeon bucking her hips slightly harder as she sucked a bruise onto the sensitive skin.

“J-Jeongyeon-“ Momo whined. “I’ll- if you keep doing that I’ll-“

“You can hold it.” Jeongyeon grunted out, her teeth scraping across the mark. Her voice sounded a bit distant, a bit rough. “You’re a good girl, keep it in for us.”

Momo was on cloud nine by then. She didn’t have time to really focus on anything else but the pleasure of it all. She hadn’t even been touched where she needed it the most directly, only having felt Jeongyeon prep her before easing her down onto her cock. But god, she was already so close to the edge. It was dangerous, she knew it- if she finished without permission, Jihyo wouldn’t let her cum for weeks. And as hot as that sounded, Momo knew damn well that she’d hate it after the first day.

She was good, though. She had to be, anyways. She was determined to be good, to listen to her mates- to let them take control. She’d been so bad, needed to be taught her lesson. So she could hold on, right? She begged herself to try, but fuck. With Jeongyeon’s mouth on her neck, the familiar earthiness of black tea and mahogany flooding her nostrils, the pleasurable burn of her cock stretching her open and reaching so deeply inside her, it was so, so hard not to-

“But she’s not a good girl.”

Momo only vaguely registered Jihyo’s voice, her mind foggy from everything else. Jeongyeon thrusted up again, a lot rougher this time. A groan caught somewhere in Momo’s throat. The bed dipped-

“And she needs to be reminded of that.”

Before Momo had any time to react, Jihyo brought her hand down, right onto her core. The omega let out something between a moan and a scream, brokenly. She could feel tears forming in her eyes as she gasped for air, willed her body to keep itself together as Jeongyeon thrusted up again, somehow even harder. It was so much, so fucking much. She knew she was leaking slick again, knew it had to be bad considering she could smell herself. Strawberries, black tea, and honey permeated her senses. It was taking everything in her to hold herself together.

“Poor baby’s so cockdrunk already.” Jihyo cooed mockingly as she ran her fingers through Momo’s dripping folds. “Such a little slut, hm?”

Momo was fully out of it by then. When she didn’t immediately reply, Jihyo slapped her again, her index and middle finger landing directly on her painfully swollen clit, even harder than the last one. The sensation caused another broken squeal to rip its way out of Momo’s throat, her body tensing up as she reached for something, anything to hold onto, blindly grabbing at Jeongyeon’s arms, digging her fingers into the strong muscles of her forearms. Jihyo slapped her pussy for a third time, and then a fourth, which made Momo grit her teeth, the pain so delicious that it nearly made her break then and there.

“You know you have to answer me when I’m speaking to you, omega.” Jihyo said, quickly running her fingers back and forth over Momo’s clit.

Momo whined, nodding. Her mind was so hazy, her body overtaken by such overwhelming need. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this fucked out, and they had only just gotten started. Hell, she wasn’t even in heat- but she certainly felt like she was. The normal Momo, the Momo that had the right mind to not act so incredibly indecent would be cussing her out right then. But when Jihyo focused on the most sensitive part under the hood, her fingers having been practically trained on how to break Momo apart, she didn’t fucking care. She couldn’t, anyways.

“F-Fuck, Ji- alpha. I’m- I’m such a slut, I love-“ She was cut off when Jihyo pressed down even harder, causing her to moan loudly. Any remaining sense of shame she had left was long gone by then. “Oh my god- I love your cocks, love being your slut, please- I’m all yours, only yours. No one else’s.”

Suddenly it was overwhelming. Pain shifted into pleasure way too easily, melting together in a way that was just too much. She needed to stop, she couldn’t hold on. Every alarm went off in the omega’s head, her nervous system being practically frayed open, lit up like the hot coals of a roaring fire. If Jihyo kept it up any longer, if Jeongyeon bucked her hips one more god damn time-

“I-I can’t- I’m gonna-“

Right as Momo got to the point of no return, Jihyo pulled back. Jeongyeon had stopped her thrusting too, choosing to move her hands to the omega’s hips, holding her in place. It was intense, felt nothing short of disappointing to have her high stolen from her like that- but it was necessary. Thank god. She was half a second away from seeing stars, from giving in to her natural urge to just let herself go, and as much as the beta liked to dish out a punishment, she also knew Momo’s limits. The break allowed the poor girl to gasp for air, her mind finally coming back to its senses.

“All good, baby?” Jeongyeon whispered, nuzzling her face into Momo’s neck.

Momo nodded, her head falling back again. Jeongyeon pressed several gentle, loving kisses against her pulse point as she inhaled deeply. Somewhere beside her, Jihyo shifted, taking her hand, bringing it up to her mouth to press kisses to her knuckles.

“If it’s too much, we can stop.” The beta whispered. “You’re doing so good so far, baby. But I don’t want to push it.”

Momo looked over to Jihyo and smiled, huffing as she rolled her eyes. Leave it to both of them to be this sappy despite the fact that Jeongyeon was literally balls deep in her ass. Typical.

“You know I’d tell you otherwise, Ji.” Her voice came out more deadpanned than she really meant for it to, but fuck she was horny. “This is great, please keep doing it. I’m good to keep going.”

“Okay, okay.” Jihyo said, finally moving so that she was between Momo and Jeongyeon’s legs. She leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to Momo’s lips. “I love you.”

Momo smiled. “I love you too, Ji. Both of you.”

“Love you, Momo.” Jeongyeon mumbled, her voice muffled from her face being pressed against Momo’s neck. “So much.”

The sweetness was welcome, really. That’s what Momo loved about the both of them. As mean as they could be when they were fucking, there was always care behind all of it, years of trust shown in each movement. Momo couldn’t linger on it for too long without getting emotional. These were her mates. The two people she was bonded with for life, no matter what. Even if Jihyo couldn’t ever have the physical mark to match, even if Jeongyeon was the most annoying person on the planet, they were hers. It was a little humbling just how much she loved them, sometimes it was a little scary.

But whatever. She didn’t want to think about it. Right then, she just wanted to be fucked. That was the entire reason she misbehaved to begin with- to get fucked. She’d rather die than ever tell Jeongyeon and Jihyo they were right- that, maybe, she really was a slut. But whatever. She needed them to do something, and fast. Or else she was going to finish completely untouched and have to deal with the consequences of that.

Thankfully, her prayers were answered. As soon as she felt the tip of Jihyo’s strap run through her folds, she was right back in that fuzzy headspace, the coals of her arousal burning brightly once again.

“So fucking wet, baby.” Jihyo said, continuing to rub the dildo back and forth over Momo’s core. She tilted her head down, pulling away for just a moment, leaving Momo breathless with need. “And you’ve ruined the sheets. All that from getting fucked in the ass, huh?”

Momo nodded mindlessly. It was almost humiliating just how easy she was. Almost.

“Y-Yes, alpha. All because of you- both of you. Feels so good- ah!”

Without warning, Jihyo pressed the tip into her entrance. Momo knew which toy she picked based on the stretch alone- it wasn’t the biggest one they had, rather a smaller one that curved up in the best way possible, always hitting her and Jihyo’s g-spots when they used it. But god, it was just enough. As Jihyo somehow fully slid herself in, occupying the leftover space that Momo was always surprised she even had, she felt like she was in heaven.

“Remember, you can’t finish until me and Jeongyeon do.” Jihyo warned, her hands immediately finding Momo’s hips, replacing where Jeongyeon’s were.

“I know- I know. Please, just-”

Both Jeongyeon and Jihyo thrusted at the same time, cutting her off. Momo practically saw white as her head rolled back, her body falling limp in her alpha’s arms as the two took off, fucking her at a pace that wasn’t exactly relentless, but wasn’t exactly soft, either. The angle was a bit awkward, the rhythm of their movements clunky because of it. But fuck was it good.

And it was made even fucking better when Jeongyeon’s hand worked its way up to Momo’s throat, pressing down just enough to cut off Momo’s air. She reached up, her hands finding Jihyo’s shoulders, gripping with enough strength that she could feel the beta’s skin under her nails. Jihyo hissed in pain, but didn’t falter in her movements- instead, she managed to go even harder, pounding into Momo with a fury that the omega almost forgot she had. The sounds of her slick filled the room, the bed squeaking loudly mixed in with Jihyo’s grunts and Momo’s whimpers. It was so fucking messy. A mix of sweat, slick, and pheromones pouring onto the sheets each time they thrusted into Momo like it was their last few moments on earth.

But something shifted suddenly. Jeongyeon removed her hand, allowing Momo to gasp for air- and that's when she caught it. The alpha's scent had changed just slightly, becoming darker, muskier. Headier. Dangerous. Her moves got stronger, her hips bucking up with a force that practically lifted Momo up with each thrust. There was a low, almost feral growl from behind her, a telltale sign that-

"Oh my god, Jeong." Momo croaked out, her voice slightly panicked as her body froze. "Tell me you aren't fucking rutting."

Jihyo froze, her strap buried to the fucking hilt in Momo. She gasped at the sensation, getting another strong hit of Jeongyeon’s scent. Jihyo had a slightly panicked look on her face as she looked at the girl behind her.

“Jeongyeon?” Jihyo asked.

The alpha only let out a snarl in reply. Great, Momo thought, becoming aware of everything again. The signs were all there earlier, Jeongyeon was acting a lot more mean than usual, a lot more possessive. Momo had just chalked it up to them not fucking like this in a little bit, blamed it on Jihyo working the both of them up. She had been too blinded with her own feelings to notice that Jeongyeon was causing them to be worse- anytime her rut neared, Momo was even hornier than usual and vice versa for Momo’s heats. Which probably explains why she went out of her way to flirt with everyone, why she wanted to be fucked so relentlessly so damn badly.

“Jeong- talk to us, please.” Jihyo said firmly.

There was another, clearly annoyed, growl from behind Momo. Jeongyeon’s teeth met her neck again, scraping across her mark, sending hot sparks of pleasure through her body. Jeongyeon’s hands circled her front, holding the omega against her tightly, before she took a deep breath, trying to ground herself.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t realize how close it was. I got too worked up-” Jeongyeon muttered, bucking her hips again. Her voice was strained, her body suddenly much warmer than usual. “I- fuck, everything hurts.”

Momo grunted, falling limp in her arms. As much as it embarrassed her to feel like she had to fix it, that she had to be the solution to Jeongyeon’s stupid problem, her instincts still won over. She was still an omega, after all. And her stupid, dumb mate was in pain. And her stupid, dumb brain told her to fix it.

“What do you need, baby?” She whispered, craning her head so her neck was fully exposed to Jeongyeon, letting the alpha greedily suck on her mating mark. It was much more irritated now, her scent glands suddenly swollen and itchy, reacting to her mate’s rut. Momo hissed through her teeth, her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head from how much it hurt.

“I need- I need you, Momo-“ Jeongyeon said between heavy breaths, grinding up against the younger girl, earning another whimper from her. “You smell so fucking good. Need my omega.”

Jihyo shifted, catching the pair’s attention. She was getting ready to pull out, but Jeongyeon stopped her by grabbing her arm.

“Need my beta, too. Need both of you with me. Please.” She whined.

Jihyo huffed, rolling her eyes, but didn’t move. She stayed pressed so deeply inside the omega, grinding her hips into hers in rhythm with Jeongyeon. Typical Jihyo.

“What should we do, baby?” Jihyo asked, finally looking up to lock eyes with Momo.

Momo was truly beside herself at that point. Jeongyeon was fucking rutting, practically trying to re-open the scarred mark on her neck each time she bit down. Jihyo, who had the smuggest expression on her face, was still clearly gunning on making her cum despite barely making an effort. The feeling of it all was just ridiculous. It felt so fucking good to be used like this, to service her mates. Pleasure and pain were completely blinding her by then, but it felt so fucking good. She didn’t care what they did anymore. The only thing she wanted was to be used- for them to keep doing exactly what they had been doing. Punishing her.

“Keep fucking going.” Momo said, still making eye contact with Jihyo. “Don’t stop. Neither of you have finished yet- this is still a punishment. Use me, but don’t make me cum.”

Jihyo nodded, whispering out a few panicked “okay”s as she started to move again. Jeongyeon was almost too busy drowning herself in Momo’s scent to notice JIhyo had started moving again, but the moment her brain caught up with her body, she was back at it, even harder than before. Momo was beside herself again- her body was trembling, broken whines spilling from her lips each time her mates thrusted into her. Jeongyeon’s movements were desperate, her mind clearly clouded with the need that came with her ruts, but Jihyo’s were calculated, the beta practically grinning each time she hit the exact spot she knew would make Momo see stars. And fuck, she was already starting to see them.

“Ji- alpha.” Momo whimpered as Jihyo purposefully dragged the tip of her strap against her g-spot. “I’m- I’m so close.”

Jihyo grinned as she pushed in again, in perfect time with Jeongyeon’s thrust, earning another squeak from the poor omega.

“Already, baby?” Jihyo cooed, her pace unrelenting. “Can’t hold on until we finish like you said you would?”

Momo scrunched her face, her eyes glued shut as she shook her head. Jeongyeon let out another pained growl as she continued to fuck up into her sloppily. She had finally managed to break Momo’s skin, the scar that she left long ago now throbbing with pain as it was opened up again. Momo’s neck felt swollen, angry- pulsing each time Jeongyeon licked and sucked at it, irritating it even further. Jihyo pressed back in, huffing with amusement at how Momo’s body reacted to it. It was so much. Momo had no fucking idea how her body hadn’t just seized by then, but fuck. She wasn’t sure if the wetness on her neck was Jeongyeon’s spit or her own blood. She didn’t want to know. Despite that, though, she was still leaking slick out, and the sounds of her mates fucking her were downright disgusting.

And to make matters even fucking worse, she could feel the base of Jeongyeon’s knot starting to press against her each time the alpha rutted her hips up.

“Hyo- Jihyo.” Jeongyeon grunted out through clenched teeth. “Need to knot her- pull out.”

Jihyo pouted.

“But I’m not even close-“

“I don’t care.” Jeongyeon growled, using her feet for leverage to press herself up, her knot now fully swollen against Momo’s ass. “She’s mine first. Give me room to- fuck, it hurts not being in her, Jihyo. Please.”

Jihyo didn’t stop. In fact, she went even fucking harder. Momo had no say in the matter, really. Her body was limp again, her brain overwhelmed by Jeongyeon’s stupid rut pheromones, but it felt so good. She couldn’t complain, really.

“I wanna finish first, Jeong. Then you can-“

“Then use her fucking mouth, I don’t care. Just- move, oh my god move.”

Momo barely had time to process what was happening. Suddenly, Jihyo did pull out, and Momo whined at the emptiness, her arms reaching out to try and pull the beta back in. Before she really knew it, she was flipped onto her knees, her chest pressed against the bed, and Jeongyeon had pulled out, too. But quickly, before she even had time to complain, Jeongyeon filled the place that Jihyo had been, sinking in right up to her knot with a moan of relief as she held onto Momo’s hips.

“All good, Momoring?”

Momo looked up finally to see Jihyo sitting in front of her against the pillows, her legs spread. She’d taken off the strap, giving Momo the perfect view of her glistening folds. Her voice was as sweet as the honey scent that radiated from her core, and it drove Momo absolutely wild with need. She nodded weakly, and Jihyo smiled softly down at her.

“Then be a good girl and make me cum, baby.” Jihyo whispered. “Use that pretty mouth of yours.”

That was all Momo needed to hear. She nodded as she shifted herself up just enough so that she could have a better angle before diving right in, dragging her tongue through Jihyo’s center before focusing on her clit. Jihyo’s hand found the back of her head, her fingers once again tangled in her dark locks, gripping tightly. At that, Jeongyeon finally started to move again, rutting her hips into Momo, practically grinding her knot against her entrance.

The feeling of it all made Momo’s body feel loose, jelly-like. Her neck throbbed with pain, but a good kind- the same kind she felt after Jeongyeon bit her the first time around. She did her best to focus on her job, on getting Jihyo off, but all of her senses were overwhelmed. The taste of the beta on her tongue, the sound of Jeongyeon’s needy whimpers, the feeling of the wetness against her face and the intrusion of Jeongyeon’s cock so deep inside of her, the scent of both of them mixing together. Tea and honey- her entire world.

“Momo- Momo.” Jeongyeon cried out, her hips stuttering. “Need to- please, need to knot you. Please.”

Momo whined against Jihyo’s core, the vibrations earning a low groan from the beta. Her grip on Momo’s hair tightened. It hurt. Jeongyeon thrusted again, smoother due to just how much slick Momo was producing. It was good. One thing after another, all of it building off of the last, amplifying everything Momo felt tenfold.

Fuck.

That’s when she realized Jeongyeon’s knot was about halfway in. She was at the point of no return. Panicked, she pulled away from Jihyo, an anxious cry slipping out of her when Jeongyeon pulled out and pressed herself in again.

“Ji. Please- I’m-“ Momo felt practically feral as she pleaded with the beta. “W-Want her knot- gonna cum, please.”

It barely made any sense. Jihyo looked at her with so much pity.

“Do you deserve it?”She asked, pressing Momo’s face back down. “You’ve been such a bad girl, Momo. I don’t think you deserve Jeongyeon’s knot. You didn’t even apologize for what you did.”

“Please-” Momo whined against her core. “Please I’ve been so good, let you use me- haven’t cum- please, alpha. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for what I did- I’ll be good. Make me good. Please, I’ll do anything.”

Jihyo smirked down at her.

“Keep going, then. You cum when I say so.”

It was an impossible task. Jihyo knew damn well the moment Jeongyeon knotted her, it was over. And right then, it was so close- Jeongyeon was practically fucking her with it, her entrance burning from the stretch in the best way possible. And based on how hard Jeongyeon was going, she didn’t plan to stop. Her ruts were always the same. Breed, breed, breed. That’s the only thing her stupid alpha brain was telling her to do. Momo was fucked. Literally.

“Gonna fill you up.” Jeongyeon grunted out. “Gonna give you so many pups, Momo- fuck.”

Disgusting. Cringy, even. Momo wanted it more than anything.

“Jihyo, she’s gonna-“ Momo warned, her voice muffled from still being pressed against Jihyo’s core. “I can’t help it if she- once it’s in I’ll break. You know that- please, Jihyo.”

So much for being a good girl.

Jihyo huffed, rolled her eyes. She let Momo hang for just a moment, didn’t give her a reply as she watched the omega continue to service her the best she could while Jeongyeon was ruining her. But there was something else there in the look she gave Momo- something soft, gentle. Silently, she helped angle Momo’s face back up just slightly, encouraging the omega to focus on her clit.

“Just- right there. Suck on it, baby. Hard as you can, don’t let up.”

She was giving Momo a way out.

So, Momo did exactly what she was told. After giving it a few soft licks, she took the now reddened bundle of nerves in between her lips, sucking it harshly. The action caused Jihyo to groan, her body falling limp against the pillows as her hand stayed firmly on the back of Momo’s head.

“Yes, just like that.” Jihyo practically moaned. “Good girl, such a good girl, Momo.”

“Our good girl.” Jeongyeon grunted, thrusting in again. “Our good little omega.”

And that she was.

With a few more strong sucks, Jihyo fell over the edge. Her body seized up as she cried out, her head falling back as she finally released Momo’s hair. It gave the omega just enough time to adjust herself, rocking her hips back against the alpha that was still so franticly fucking into her.

“Momo- Momo.” Jeongyeon cried out. “Need to- I’m gonna-”

Momo couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Please, Jeong- Please!”

With one final, harsh thrust, Jeongyeon sank her knot in fully. The alpha let out a strangled growl as she fell forward, her teeth meeting Momo’s shoulder, clamping down and breaking the skin as she spilled inside her. Momo couldn’t help but practically scream. The sensation of being filled was enough- the coil that had been building in her stomach for what felt like hours by then finally fucking exploding as she came, too. It was too much for her body to handle- as soon as her peak evened out, everything went black.

When she came back to, she had been adjusted onto her side. Jeongyeon was pressed into her back, kissing at her shoulder. Clearly, she had been cleaned up already, the wetness at her neck almost completely gone. Jihyo was crawling back into the bed, holding something Momo couldn’t really make out in her hand. She tried to shift, but was immediately reminded she couldn’t go anywhere when she registered the feeling of Jeongyeon still being in her, her knot keeping her in place. She shuddered, whimpering.

“Hey, hey.” Jihyo whispered. “Easy, baby. Don’t move too much.”

Momo huffed and nodded, the pain finally catching up to her. Her neck hurt, and bad. Her scent glands were swollen, her skin practically screaming. Jihyo shifted so that she was on her knees in front of her, showing Momo that the object she had been holding was medicine.

“Jeong tore you up.” Jihyo said with a huff, cracking open the tube of ointment. “Your neck looks rough.”

“Sorry.” Jeongyeon grunted out, still preoccupied with mouthing at the new mark on Momo’s shoulder. “Don’t know what came over me.”

Jihyo reached over and flicked Jeongyeon’s ear, which made the older girl growl.

“Stupid alpha.” Jihyo scolded.

“Hey.” Jeongyeon hissed. “I can’t help it.”

“Oh, really? Is it that hard to not try to rip Momo’s throat out with your teeth?”

“I’m rutting, Jihyo. You’ll never know what that’s like- be grateful you won’t!”

“I’m glad I don’t. You’re a real dickhead, y’know that? You were so mean to me earlier.”

“Yah- I didn’t mean it!”

Momo rolled her eyes incredulously, letting them go at it. Leave it to those two to start fighting now, of all fucking times. Typical Jeongyeon and Jihyo. They continued to bicker as Jihyo carefully spread the ointment onto Momo’s neck. It hurt for a moment before settling in, easing most of the pain she was feeling. She could finally relax, her body going loose as her alpha wrapped her arm around her center, holding her tightly against her.

“But you did so good, Momo.” Jeongyeon said softly. “You took it like a champ. I’m sorry I…”

Her voice trailed off. Momo shook her head.

“‘S okay, Jeong. Really. I enjoyed it, every second of it. It was so good. Are you still rutting?”

Jeongyeon shifted slightly, angling her hips up so she pressed deeper in Momo. Momo grunted at the feeling, too spent to do anything but just let it happen.

“Can’t tell right now.”

Momo’s neck throbbed again. It was different, though. Clearly, it wasn’t from the pain. It felt comforting, but still on edge. It was how Jeongyeon was feeling.

“I think you are. Just try to get some sleep.”

Jeongyeon hummed out a reply. Jihyo finally moved to set the medicine on the nightstand, shifting back so that she laid down in front of Momo.

“You did so good for both of us, Momo.” The beta whispered softly, leaning in to kiss her. “So, so good for us.”

Momo preened at their words, a sense of accomplishment blooming in her chest. Jihyo kissed her lips a few more times before moving down, gently kissing at her neck. It hurt for just a moment before evening out, a wave of emotions washing over her as Jihyo scented her, marking her claim on her in the only way she really ever could. Jeongyeon was pressed against her shoulder, nosing at the skin. It was intimate, calming in a way Momo needed it to be. Having both of her mates with her like this after a rough scene was worth it, always would be. They took such good care of her.

“Love you. Both of you.” Momo whispered, half asleep.

“Love you, too, Momo.” Jeongyeon whispered.

“So, so much.” Jihyo added. “Our perfect girl.”

And really, that was all Momo wanted to hear. Breaking the rules had its perks, obviously.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Pheromone Friday

Quick summary: Pheromone Friday is the day where my ask box is open to specific requests that are omegaverse related. (anything is accepted in my ask box on Fridays, if you don't have an omegaverse idea but have a stranger things themed request than ill still accept but it will be done after the omegaverse requests :)

Rules: Be respectful, and don't submit anything that is incest, pedophilic, racist, homophobic, misogynistic, etc. (basically don't be a bigot)

Smut Related: I'm open to writing pretty much anything, but if I discover something that I feel uncomfortable with i have the right to decline. I personally will say no to watersports and nonconseual sex.

Pairings: Romantic wise I'm only willing to do Steddie at the moment, platonic wise ill do any platonic relationship.

Last but not least: clarify if the ship will be Alpha/Alpha, Alpha/Omega or Omega/Omega. (I’m willing to do all of them.)

Anyone can participate! Or adapt this for their own use. I don't have a tag list of people who I would think would be interested yet but yeah :)

Example of my omegaverse drabbles:

Alpha Eddie who sells voice clips (no video, no photos) of his moans, soft wines, shaky breaths and whimpers somewhere online for omegas. Somehow Alpha Steve accidentally comes across it and knots his toy before he even hits the five minute mark.

Because of how Eddie sounds, Steve thinks Eddie might be the submissive one when something something happens and they meet for the first time. That was his first and last mistake, and now he’s (consensually) being recorded as Eddie takes him from behind.

Now Eddies made good money, but not nearly as much as Steve brings in. the sound clip of Steve crying out when Eddie’s knot catches for the first time has already made 30k

[gripefroot]

Sleepy Law?

For once, he doesn’t wake when the sun hits his face. 

For all his pretending and blustering and attitude, he’d been tired. Of course. The more he protested something, the more it was true. Something about a man that saw danger around every corner if he lowered his guard for even a moment, even with you. 

There was something comedic about the juxtaposition. His barking from the afternoon before: “No, I’m not tired! I’m fine!” compared to the sun rising long past dawn after he’d been out cold for nearly fourteen hours. But it was less amusing when the dark lines beneath his eyes were so visible, when the bright sun cleared his face into something almost boyish. 

He pushes himself too hard. He always did. 

The sun warms the bed, too, making it too hot for this time of year. But rather than get up and disturb Law’s rare rest, you stick a foot out of the blankets for some coolness and move closer to him. 

Every moment is precious. Every stolen evening, every late morning pried from the clutches of fate and time. “I’ll be back in three days,” or “I’ll try to be back by summer solstice.” Sometimes he made it, sometimes he didn’t. When he was late, the nights he should have been there were spent at the window, watching weather roll across the sea. Each blot was his ship returning - until it wasn’t. Anger and resentment broiled like hurricanes, then, but by the time he eventually came, gratitude that he was alive and safe and present overwhelmed everything else. Besides, greeting him by throwing a pot at his head wouldn’t guarantee he’d ever come again. 

This parting had been the longest yet. A year at sea, with only two headlines months apart to prove he had drowned or been killed or wasted away from some disease. No, he was whole, relatively healthy (if thinner than before) and walking up the crooked steps to your house, he’d even smiled. 

“I was worried you’d moved away,” he’d said. His sword balanced on his shoulder, which was unusual. Before, he’d left it on his ship.

“How would you find me then?” you’d teased back. Clay dried on your hands from a half-finished project, but it could be completed later. Law could only be greeted now. 

“I’d follow the dead greenery.” He nodded at the yard; yellow patches now outnumbered green, the first victim in dumping leftover glaze that didn’t fire the right color or scraps of impure clay. He hoisted the sword from his shoulder to set by the doorframe, where you stood, and that was when he’d smiled. 

It was fortunate he’d never minded mud on his clothes. 

He smelled of brine and fresh air. Not the most pleasant, but beneath it was him, and difficult to pull away. 

“Mind if I stay over?” he’d asked between kisses. Your foot had caught on the lip of the door, stumbling backwards, but his arms had kept you upright and squashed against his chest. 

“Have I ever?” The words came out strained. His kisses stole breath as much as they stole sanity. Rugged as his worn coat, harsh as the tattoos long-memorized. 

“There’s a first for everything.” 

“Well, not today.” Your hands on his chest, feeling him like you would mounds of fresh clay. Something he’d joked about before: his lips twisted, ready to joke again. “Do you want to wash up first?” 

“Yes. Then I have a present for you.”

Surely not the sword. What use would you have for a sword? Spending days and nights with clay, turning pots and glazing and firing them in the tiny hut nearby wasn’t the life of a warrior, and living alone in a rickety cottage on a bluff above a port town so small it could scarcely be called a port not the prime target of pirates. 

Law had ducked his head beneath the water pump in the yard, not even waiting for you to fetch a bar of soap, and yelped at how freezing cold the water was. 

He had, miraculously, survived. 

But no present came. Dinner had been eaten early between yawns and crabby remarks about how he wasn’t tired. Then he’d gone straight to your bed, knocking into tables on his way, and halfway through what had sounded like a salacious invitation he’d started snoring. Pants still on and everything. 

So you’d smiled and washed up quietly before crawling into bed next to him. It was easier to sleep when he was there…

He clutches a worn pillow to his face, stretched out on his belly with his torso bare. Lingering flakes from a sunburn grace his shoulders, and a new scar stretched over his ribs. Your fingers want to trace it, but you don’t, hovering in the air above the graceful shape. You’ll learn it better soon enough. 

“Were you going to say anything or just keep staring?” 

Oops. His even breathing had ceased. Lifting your head, you see his eyes slitted open, glinting beneath his long lashes. 

“You have a new one,” you say. 

“Of course you noticed.” His voice is a rumble, fresh from slumber. 

“Of course I noticed,” you repeat, cheeks warming with embarrassment. But the corners of his mouth lift in a lazy smile. “It’s huge.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” 

“Can I?” A vague request, but he understands. Law responds with a grunt. His kind of affirmation. 

The new skin is smooth beneath your practiced fingertips, but where new meets old a thick, calloused rope of skin rivers around his ribs. Like a snake of clay to be shaped into a handle or a spigot. A handsome scar, to add to his others. Your fingers trace back up around his waist and to his back, to the very end of the scar. His skin breaks out in goosebumps, his ragged inhale breaking your concentration. 

Immediately you pull your hand away. “Does it hurt?”

“No.” He rolls onto his side, taking the interest of the scar away to face you. His eyes are more open now, but not by much, his hair sticking out every which way. Law props his head on his hand, surveying you with just as much scrutiny as you had him. But why? You have no scars, no discernable differences to clock from last year. 

The bed is small, not really built for two, but it has never bothered you or him. He can never be outside of arm’s reach. Instinctively your hand traces over his chest, finding comfort in the pattern of him. Patterns that find their way onto cups and mugs and bowls whenever missing him hurts too much. Most sold, some kept. You stop over his heart. 

He’s smiling again. 

“How long can you stay?” you ask. 

His smile disappears. It takes your contentment with it. 

“I have time,” Law says. 

Time. The only thing that could give you enough of him, and the only thing he couldn’t give. He gave his attention, his company, his loyalty, and his affection. Your hand rises to his face, stroking over old whiskers on his cheek with your thumb. He catches your wrist, holding it to nuzzle your palm with his nose, and then his lips. 

“You smell the same,” Law mutters, eyes closed. “Like the earth.” 

“You smell the same,” you whisper back. The effect of his nuzzle is the same as you touching his scar: goosebumps race up your arm and down your back. “Like freedom.” 

His eyes open. Dark and assuring, and always a little sad. “C’mere,” he grunts, and reaches for you. 

It was like he’d never been away. Nothing forgotten, nothing misremembered. His mouth finds the right places on your throat, your shoulders; skillfully he thumbs away the sleeves of your shirt to bare more skin to him. If anything proves his absence, it's how quickly the heat between your bodies becomes unbearable, how your blood pulses almost painfully. With a whimper of a sigh, your fingers hook into the waistband of his pants, his hair tickling your chin. 

“All in good time,” he promises your breasts, hand coming up to cup one. If you weren’t already so dizzy from the prelude, you’d tease him for addressing them rather than you. It had been an excellent joke for so long…

Soon the only noises are your soft pants, his quiet groans as the reacquaintion became clumsy. Clothes hit the floor, blankets pushed away, the awkward patters of skin-on-skin. No matter how bright the morning light through the window, there is no time to feel shamefully naked: only wonderfully so, and perfectly worshipped. His hair is thick between your fingers, his mouth hot on your sternum, and then your belly button. 

“But,” you lick your lips, wishing your throat wasn’t so dry and creaky. “But, we just - ”

“Just what?” Law kisses the inside of your thigh, eyes darting up to your face with a quirk of his brow. “Don’t want me to?” 

“I do, it’s only - ”

“Only what?” He prompts when words fail you. His hands cradle your hips, lifting and straightening them before him like a treasure map. 

“I want you,” you manage to whisper. The sun makes his black hair red at the edges, a trick of the light. 

“You’re getting me,” Law says. “And I’m getting you. Let’s start slow, huh?” 

As if you could refuse him when you aren’t a puddle on the bed. Slow is the last thing you want, but he made it sound like a dream. It is a dream; fast or slow or hurried or lazy. Always enough to make the little time you have sweeter. And never enough. Always and never, always and never. 

“Let me know,” his voice is as jagged as his scar, his hands shaking until he digs his fingers into your thighs. “Let me know…if you want me to stop.” 

He doesn't look like a man who could stop. And the pounding, the rushing - you couldn’t have asked him to stop for anything. 

His knees hit the floor with a thunk. Yours go over his shoulder as he sucked in a trembling breath, his shoulders twitching enough to make the dark lines look like they were convulsing. 

“Oh…” is all he says, and it’s the same noise you make when his lips touch yours, his tongue barely a hint of a caress. Your spine arches, pushing yourself closer to his mouth. He takes the hint, delving in with less ‘slow’ and more ‘I-haven’t-seen-you-in-a-year.’ He remembers. He remembers; every bit that makes your head spin and he does it like a conqueror, until the sheets are fisted in your hands and your breathing has gone frantic. 

“Law.” Your head twists to the side, air growing scarce and body feeling out of control. Wild and frenzied like an animal, jumping at every stroke of his tongue. “Please, oh - ”

He knows. He knows, he remembers. With a reverberating grunt that you can feel through your legs and belly, his fingers grip your thighs. It doesn’t feel possible, but the intensity swells and grows like the waves of the sea. 

“Stop biting your lip.” Law’s pause is enough to bring you down enough to comprehend his words. “Stop that. I wanna hear you. Here.” 

One of your fists is unclenched from the sheets, to weave your fingers between his, instead. A grip on reality, an anchor while sensation crashes through you. It’s only a moment later the wave hits: the force of pleasure battering through your body again and again. He doesn’t stop. He never does, not while each of your cries echo to the roof and back down again. 

When it becomes too much you gasp, and he stops. 

He knows. 

Law lifts his head, kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed and wiping his mouth on his discarded shirt. He smirks. “If nothing else,” he says casually, as if he hadn’t just made you climax with more fervor than a hurricane, “that makes me want to take you with me.”

Take you? With him? Where? Not on his ship, surely. 

Your expression must betray your bafflement, because he gives a rough laugh, tossing his shirt back down. 

“Oh, come on,” he says. “Surely you’ve thought of it yourself.” 

You hadn’t. 

His head tilts to the side, smirk fading. 

“You don’t want to come with me,” Law says. 

“No!” you blurt. “I mean - yes! I mean…that’s not what I’m saying. I’ve just never thought of it before. I hadn’t thought it was…possible.”

“And if it is?” 

Your heart hammers, from the aftershocks of orgasm and his question. “Possible?”

“Yeah. If I asked you to come with me.” He climbs over the bed on all fours. Normally you admire him; his tattoos and sculpted muscles. But your eyes are riveted on his face, on the strange sincerity shining in his eyes. 

“What would I do?” you ask. 

Law stops, hovering above you. You’re effectively trapped, but rather than confining, it’s comforting. Boundaries to bump up against, walls to keep you safe. His hair flops over his forehead, shadowing his features from the sun.

“Let me lick you anytime I want,” he jokes. 

So maybe it wasn’t sincerity after all. But you laugh, anyway, because laughing with him is always delicious, despite the heavy disappointment in your stomach. Reading into his joke would only hurt more. So you wind your arms around his neck, bringing him down for a languid, salty kiss. The weight of his body resting on yours transcends everything else, the craving for him lighting through your veins like popping fireworks. 

“How do you want me?” he asks before his teeth sink into the side of your neck. With his erection jabbing into your leg, the idea of options is surprising. 

“Like this,” you say. “Just like this.” 

Law releases your neck, his hips tucking between yours with familiarity. When his forehead rests against yours, his eyes are deep and bottomless for a moment before he closes them. 

“I mean it,” he murmurs. His hands unwrap your arms from his neck, bringing them down to the pillow to pin in place. “I’ll take you with me. You don’t have to do anything.” 

Does he mean that? Would he take you to sea just to…to what? Is he tired of coming back to this small island? Are you no longer worth it? 

Where is this going? A question flung into the stars, night after night, when Law is there and when he isn’t. Hope is difficult to cultivate year after year, but it blooms all the same at times like this. 

Where will you take me? 

A few thrusts gets him inside, enough to keep going. A few more have you moaning, tense in his grip as you move your hips to take him further. He groans, the further he gets, adding his own noises to yours. If this is where time stopped, if this could be forever, this is what you’d choose. Time and time again you’d choose. The sense of fullness, of complete joining - nothing has ever, ever, compared.

Law stops when he’s fully sheathed, panting for breath as his grip loosens on your wrists. Then his eyes open again; a mix of fierceness and tenderness that makes your heart want to explode. 

“Hey,” you say softly, wriggling your arms free to cup his face. He blinks several times. 

“Hey,” he says back, uncertain.  

“Thank you for coming back.” 

He huffs a laugh, a hint of a smile bringing more brightness than the sun. Resting his elbow by your head, he dips his to kiss your mouth. “I can’t stay away,” he says between that kiss and the next. 

His thrusts start slow, almost teasing. But they build fast, soon stroking a speed that breaks free as his kisses turn biting and his fingers find your hair. However he did it, each touch is a thousand starbursts at once, deepening the sensation in your core to spread across every limb, every muscle, every cell. Each stroke brings a small gasp from your lips to spill between his. 

“Don’t stop,” you beg at a higher-pitch than normal. Fingernails dig into his shoulders, hanging on for purchase as the legs of the bed scrape across the floor. Not the first time he’s done that, but it makes you want to laugh, all the same. 

“I’m not gonna!” His tongue is heavy against yours, his taste filling your senses. Touch, smell, all of it. With a shudder the bed hits the wall, and your shriek of unconstrained laughter has Law dragging himself away from you with a glare. But who wants to glare in the middle of sex? With another laugh you pull his head back down, lifting your hips against his for an angle that turns that kiss into a careening gasp. 

He knows. He knows, and remembers. He doesn’t stop, and he doesn’t slow. Your climax springs without warning, unable to continue the kissing in this condition. He doesn’t seem to mind, his head lowering to rest by yours as his groans start with a rumble. 

He continues long enough after the end of your orgasm for the delicious sensation to begin again before he jerks to a stop. A few more thrusts break his voice into a shivering bleat. 

The battering against the wall stops. And aren’t you so glad you have no neighbors? 

Your fingers run up and down his damp back, noting every rise and fall of muscle as he catches his breath. Even now, his weight isn’t uncomfortable. Because it’s him. It’s him and he’ll never be too much or too heavy. Blissfully your eyes drift shut, blocking out the morning light the tufts of black hair trying to cover it up. 

Law litters kisses along your hairline. Behind your ear, above it, and to your forehead, which must be as sweaty as his back. It doesn’t stop him. 

Then he kisses your eyes; first one, then the other. 

“Look at me?” A soft-spoken request. 

Look at him. And see what you don’t want. 

Your eyes open, hating that time brought this back. 

But Law smiles. He smiles as he gently smooths down your hair, his eyes skating over your face as if to memorize every pore. “Do you love me?” he asks. 

Now that is a question! Tempting you laugh, but you don’t. 

“Do the stars love one another?” you ask back, not quite hiding the bitterness in your voice. “Tracing and chasing their paths across the sky, never to touch except in dreams?” 

Law says nothing to that, but waits. 

“I love you,” you say. 

“That’s all I need,” he says. 

“What about what I need?” 

His face untwists from his smile into something confused, something a little belligerent. “I asked if you want to sail with me,” he says. “But I…”

“Didn’t mean it,” you finish. These conversations were like walking on broken glass. Delicate. Tentative. Someone was always bound to be hurt if rushed through. “The sea isn’t for me,” you tell him, hoping it will prevent a shard from breaking skin. 

But it seems to, anyway. Law frowns. “I wish it was,” he says.

So do I. But more than that, I wish you were for me. Not just sometimes, but always. 

He peels away at last, though if you had your way, he’d be in your bed forever. But he doesn’t go far: striding to the side of the bed where his pants had been tossed irreverently, scooping them up to rifle through the pockets. He pulled out something glinting, concealing it in his fist as he grins, returning to bed. Curious, you prop yourself onto an elbow. 

“Hold out your hand,” Law says. 

Dubiously you look for deception in his face, and see none. You put out your hand. 

Something cool and clinking drops into it. When he moves his hand away you see gold. Gold coins, strung together on a gold chain. A small one. 

“I can’t wear bracelets,” you say, bubbling into laughter. “Law! It’ll get covered in clay in ten seconds!” 

“It’s not a bracelet, you menace.” Law laughs, too, seizing your hand to pull your arm straight. He takes the bracelet-not-a-bracelet back. Evidently you’ve been judged too nonsensical to appreciate the gift yourself: he loops the chain around your upper arm, securing it with warm fingers. 

Oh. Not a bracelet. 

“I’m not stupid enough to get you a bracelet,” he says, quirking a brow in your direction. “Or a necklace. You’ve complained about those hanging into your work too. This won’t fall or dangle, so I thought it was the best option.” 

“You know what else doesn’t dangle?” Your fingers trace the gold coins. They’re hammered for texture; thin and delicate, reflecting the sunlight beautifully. “A crown. Next time, I want a crown.” 

Law’s laugh breaks into a bellow, filling every corner of the room with his mirth. You can count on one hand how many times you’ve heard that noise coming from him, and it prickles your skin with pleasure. 

“Fine,” he says, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Next time, a crown.” 

“Thank you,” you tell him. “For the gift. I mean it. I’m sorry for teasing.” 

“Don’t be. I love it.” 

“Do you love me?” The question blurts out without thinking. He jolts in surprise, eyes widening. “It’s only fair,” you say, trying to soften the abruptness of it. “You asked me. I get to ask you.” 

But his answer doesn’t come. Not right away. 

“Well, I’m not bringing jewelry for every woman in town,” Law says at last. 

“I hope you’re not licking them, either.”

He glares. You smirk. 

“I’ll answer your question,” he says. “But not today.” 

“When?” 

“When I return.” 

“Is there a reason you’re delaying?” you ask. “Do you need to break a prior engagement first? Let down any other lovers?” 

“No,” Law says. “None of that.” His teeth dig into his bottom lip. Something your teeth would like to do. He runs his fingers through his hair, sticking it on end. “If I tell you I love you,” he starts. Pauses. Takes a deep breath. “If I tell you I love you then I can’t leave. I wouldn’t.” Another pause, one that sinks his words past dread and into misery. “And I can’t…I can’t stay. Not yet.” 

“So,” you say. Your voice cracks a little. “You get to know I love you, but I have to wait in suspense for however?” 

His smile returns like the dawn. He leans over to kiss your forehead, wafting his manly scent over you. Inhaling deeply, the scent brands itself on your lungs. Never enough. “Luckily I know you like surprises. Besides, I thought you’d figure it out by now.”

Figure what out? Could he be any more vague? It was like searching for answers from a squirrel. A handsome, generous squirrel, but a squirrel all the same. 

“Oh, stop pouting,” Law laughs, attempting to smooth out your frown with a thumb. “Does the stream out back still have fish in it? I’ll catch breakfast.” He rises before you can answer, grabbing his pants once more. This time to pull them on. 

Ugh. Pants are the worst. 

“I’ll cook them too, if you want,” he says, buttoning the waistband with nimble fingers. You drag your eyes from his navel up to his face, with a very intelligent, 

“Huh?”

“Nothing.” He smiles. “You have clay beneath your fingernails.” 

Law disappears out the door before you can retort, and the view of his backside in his tight pants erases all thoughts from your head.

[stanpinesdykewife]

ME AGAIN hi hi nothing extravagant as i don’t want to overwhelm you, but i’ve been rereading your works again and i’m just DYING to know your personal headcanons for stan, either sfw, nsfw or both!!! thank you for your work you’re amazing 💗💗💗 - 🎀

THIS I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS… thank you so much for this ask what a super fun idea!!!! here goes!!!

under the cut: sfw and nsfw stan headcanons… as your boyfriend!! (i’m blushing) (no gendered pronouns used)

(bonus: fic rec at the bottom)

sfw:

big on chivalry! says he was raised “right” and he’s a “gentleman” etc. holds open doors for you and offers his arm instead of holding hands. also really big on flowers or other gifts

pointedly uses the word “date” instead of just inviting you out: “great! it’s a date!” vs “let’s go out tonight” (yes he thinks there’s a difference)

can’t keep his hands off you! always needs to be touching your waist, your back, your wrist, or at least standing close enough to know you’re right next to him

cheesy flirt!! loves the yawn and stretch to put his arm over you. constantly uses his bank of pick-up lines on you: “did it hurt?... when you fell from heaven?” and “you got a map? cuz i just got lost in your eyes!” probably studied a book of them in high school

that being said stan gets so easily flustered it’s hilarious HAHAHA the second you flirt back or even give him a smile and a Look up and down he’s sweating

never admits that he gets flustered because he’s used to the idea of being a Big Macho Man. but he knows you know that he knows how easily you can make him melt

enjoys you playing with his face like feeling up his jaw and cheeks and nose and mouth. it makes him feel pretty!

loves holding you in his lap… will refuse to admit his legs are numb in favor of hugging you around your waist and nuzzling the back of your head

loves loves loves teasing you! like grabbing things out of your hands and holding them high up, grabbing your waist and holding you hostage when you try to stand or leave the room, constantly asking “what’s in it for me?” whenever you ask him to cut it out or do something simple like pass your phone. but stan will never ever say no to a kiss

nsfw:

obvious in all my fics but stan cannot shut up. he loves to talk during sex and loves to make you talk back: begging for him, asking “politely” for him to touch you, telling him how good you feel

MAJOR praise kink. huge. the reason he’s so chatty during sex is to make sure you want the things he wants. he craves the validation that he makes you feel good. LOVES to hear you moan and make noise for him

BIG SERVICE GUY!!! loves going down on you. literally moans into you because he loves the taste and how good it feels for you. probably came in his pants once or twice just from palming himself during it

loves to overstimulate you. always reminds you to literally shove his head away if it’s too much because he gets so lost in how loud you get

he’s kind of gross lol he’ll wipe his sex hands all up on his clothes or sheets and not bother washing his hands unless you tell him to

BIG kisser. lots of tongue. he doesn’t have much experience kissing so he’s really sloppy with it especially during sex when he’s trying to kiss you and fuck you at the same time

tits guy! doesn’t even matter whether you have tits or not. he loves them and loves nipples in his mouth especially when you arch your chest up to him

loves coming inside

he’s so gross! if he doesn’t come in you he’ll come ON you and smear it into your skin. the messier the better

aftercare is so important to him after meeting you… he doesn’t have much experience with it himself but he adores you and can’t help himself from snuggling up even if you’re complaining about how gross the sheets are

he definitely gets generous after a good fuck. will run out to get you water or snacks or just some wipes to get you cleaned up!!

(inspo from Must See: Mystery Shack by guilty_pleasures_abound)

all done! this was so fun! would love more hc requests whether it be for more stan-centric ones or other characters/scenarios!!

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

I'm There!! 2k Followers!!

Hooray! I made it!

Thank you so much to each and every one of my followers! You're the best and I so appreciate you!! 🥰😘

So, starting tomorrow, (and every Friday till they're finished) I'll be posting a fic for each of the 26 gifs I was sent. So, basically, it will be half a year of drabbles! (P.S. I'm very bad at drabbles, so some of them will be one shots. 😁)

My plan is to post series fics on Wednesdays, and Drabbles/One Shots on Fridays. It's a flexible plan cause my RL occasionally gets crazy. But wish me luck! ❤️

Here's a little preview of the drabble that will be posted tomorrow, using the gif sent by the lovely @jackles010378. ❤️ The fic will also fill a square on my jacklesversebingo card. 🙌

Your blood was boiling as you watched The Woman putting her hands all over Dean. Well, all over his bicep anyway. She just kept touching him, laughing at everything he was saying.

He’s not that funny, sweetie. You thought to yourself.

You and Dean had been on this case for nearly a week and you’d questioned this woman three times now. Well, Dean questioned her. You'd offered to do it this time, but Dean had just smiled at you. 

“N’ah, I got it sweetheart. She’s obviously into me, so I can keep her busy while you search her hard drive for any information on what's-his-name.” He shrugged. “You’re better at all that computer bullshit anyway. So you do what you do, and I’ll do what I do.” 

He’d given you a wink and a smile that made you nearly melt into the floor. But you played it off, rolling your eyes and spinning on your heel to get away from Dean’s effortless charisma.

Hope you enjoy it!

Thank you again. I love this hellsite and all the wonderful people who read my stuff, and follow my silly little blog! You're amazing!

[pars-ley]

hi!! congrats on 800 🥳🥳 and i have a request for the prompt event!! could i please request hoseok with a coffee shop au/genre, and prompt #6 ("How do you expect me to focus, when you're walking around wearing that?") 🤍 fluffy and smutty and all things lovely please <33 and congratulations again!!

Title: Ultimate blend Pairing: Hoseok x female reader Summary: Becoming friends with your coffee shop owner crush wasn't part of your plan…so how do you get him to see you as more than that? Genre: friends to lovers / coffee shop au / smut / fluff Rating: 18+ (NSFW) Warnings: slight exhibitionism / oral (f.receiving) / unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) / brief breast play / seduction / sex in a coffee shop / W/C: 2.1k Banner: @beomcoups thank you for the masterpiece! Beta: @ctrlhope thank you, super helpful! Taglist: @asillyduck15 Notes: thank you so much for this request! As soon as I saw Hoseok was out of the military it gave me the inspiration I needed. I hope you enjoy! If anyone would like to send a request, with or without the prompt game, feel free.

The bell rings as you enter your favourite coffee shop, a quiet, pleasant jingle that reminds you why you enjoy coming here, time and time again. The coffee wasn't anything mind blowing, the food was average at best, but it was not those things that kept you coming back. It was him. 

“I'm afraid we're closed!” Hoseok calls out from the back room.

Glancing around at the chairs turned upside down on top of the tables, you choose to ignore him. Your heels click along the hard floor, seeming to echo in the unusually silent shop, as you tighten the belt on your coat and slowly follow the sound of his voice. 

You'd both struck up a genuine friendship since you discovered his establishment, exchanging numbers and even spending time together outside work hours on occasion. With his sunshine personality, it wasn't difficult but keeping this relationship platonic was.

There were times you were sure he was flirting, possibly interested in something more. Yet the moment you thought about making a move, it would pass and he would return to his usual friendly manner. He consumes your thoughts, there was no chance he could escape from your mind and therefore, you had made the executive decision to finally let him know how you feel.

And boy, were you about to blow his mind.

He'd sent you a text earlier saying he was closing and was planning to send all other staff home – you saw this as your opportunity. The thought of the aftermath if this went well had excitement blooming inside you, like budding flowers opening up in spring.

“Sorry, but we're-” he starts, but his words disappear when he sees you, surprise evident in the way his eyebrows shoot upwards. “Y/n, what a nice surprise.”

His opening grin has your heart aching. You have to bite your lip, holding in a dreamy sigh that threatens to escape.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asks, stepping back around to the counter.

“I just thought, seeing as you're alone, you might like some help cleaning up?” You shrug, nonchalantly.

He watches you quizzically, “Really? You came here just to help me clean?”

Nodding you lean over the counter, chin resting on your hand. “Then maybe we could go for dinner after…if you're not busy?”

Your eyes do not waver from his. The hunger that simmers just under the surface makes your skin feel hot under your Mac. 

“I'd like that.” He responds with a genuine, heart pounding smile that almost takes your breath away. 

“Perfect,” you stand and look around the shop, “What would you like me to do? Clean the floor?”

He disappears into the back room and returns with the mop and bucket, “That would be fantastic.” He pauses, “Are you sure you don't mind?”

Shaking your head, you walk around to the entrance at the side of the counter, “Four hands are better than two, we'll be out of here in no time.”

Throwing him a wink, he slides the bucket over to you before heading to the back room to resume whatever he was doing before you came in.

Walking over to the windows, you pull the blinds closed and lock the door. Smiling to yourself as you undo the belt of your coat and slide it off, before draping it over a chair, the cold air hits you and sends goosebumps cascading across your skin. Your nipples hardening, however, are from more than the evening chill. With your back towards Hoseok, you grab the mop and soak it before rubbing it across the floor. You manage to have made it halfway across the room before you hear Hoseok's footsteps returning to the shop floor. You cannot keep the smirk off your face as you listen closely for his reaction. 

*SMASH*

The loud noise makes you jump slightly as you turn innocently to glance over your shoulder at him. “Are you ok?”

Your view is almost comical. His frame frozen - mouth agape as his gaze remains fixed to your body. Eyes practically bulging at the sight of your half naked form. 

“Do you need help with that?” You ask, already moving around the counter. The sight of the broken white mugs scattered on the floor turn you on, and you drop to your knees directly in front of him to start picking up the shards of porcelain. 

“Wh-what are you doing?” He says finally.

“What does it look like? I'm helping clean up,” You look up at him through your eyelashes and you're sure you see his crotch twitch in his trousers, “Come on, lazy.” 

You stand and empty the shards into the bin, not bothering to spare him another glance as you go back to mopping, jutting your backside out purposefully.

You sense him closing some of the distance between you as he speaks, “How do you expect me to focus, when you're walking around wearing that?”

Slowly, you turn and face him, dropping the mop and running your hands down the sides of your body, relishing the feel of your lace lingerie set under your fingers, “Oh, is my outfit distracting you?” Your heels click against the floor as you descend upon him and he cannot look away from you. 

“Would you prefer I took this off?” You let your bra strap fall off one shoulder teasingly, as there's only mere centimetres between you both. The air around you has turned thick and hot, charged with tension and promise. 

His tongue darts out to wet his lips and you have to resist the urge to squeeze your legs together for some relief. He doesn't miss the way your eyes land on his mouth, seizing his chance to pull you towards him, slamming your bodies together. His lips find yours immediately - the taste of him incomparable to anything else. Sunshine on a rainy day, freshly baked bread warm from the oven, gooey chocolate chip cookies; nothing can even come close. Exploring his mouth was better than you could've imagined. His hand finds your lower back and holds you tightly against him, which you gladly obey. His erection digging into your thigh makes you eager for him. Your hands tangle in his hair, gripping and pulling him closer still. 

Your legs being effortlessly scooped out from under you makes you squeal, and as he sits your bare bottom on the cold countertop, the sound only grows. He smiles against your mouth, his hands travelling desperately over your body. Feeling along a pathway of his own desires - mapping out your skin for him alone. 

When he pulls away, you're left gasping for air, forgetting you have been barely breathing. Focusing on much more important things, like Hoseok's tongue and the way it feels dancing with yours.

He stares at your legs, letting his hands glide up the sleek stockings, until they pause at the waistband of your lace thong. His eyes meet yours, pupils blown wide and desperate - begging you to answer the question left unasked. His last bit of restraint hangs in the air. 

You nod frantically, giving him what he wants. He pulls it off, stuffing it into his pocket. Raising an eyebrow, waiting for you to challenge him, yet you don't - wouldn't dare to. The thought of what he might do with them later had your teeth digging into your bottom lip as possibilities raced through your mind.

He spreads your legs and traces featherlight fingertips along your sex, groaning when he feels your arousal. Not wasting a second before bringing his fingers straight to his mouth and tasting you. Eyes on you the entire time. Your hips buck upwards slightly, desperate for him to touch you again.

“You are delicious.” He says. Before you have time to respond his mouth envelopes your folds, licking and sucking in the most slow and sensual way. It makes you want to scream.

You slam a hand over your mouth in an attempt to keep the noise to a minimum, but he takes it and moves it back down, shaking his head.

“I want to hear you, baby.”

His mouth continues its onslaught, tongue moving in expert fashion, circling your clit and building up that tight pull inside you.

The way he laps at your moisture, like a man starved before returning straight back to your swollen bud. When he sucks the sensitive bean, pleasure shoots straight through you, arching your back and curling your toes.

Gasping and panting, feeling ready to explode if he continues, your skin feels aflame. Your hands grapple at his hair as you grind yourself against mouth, needy for release. 

His hands find their way under your butt cheeks, squeezing the flesh, before using them to push you up into his face. When he moans against you, the vibration tips you over the edge, making that taut string inside you snap and you come unravelling around him. Waves of euphoria wash over you. Your body twitching as he laps up every last bit of arousal off your swollen lips. 

As your ecstasy dissipates and you can breathe again. Yet, he only gives you a moment of reprieve before he's pulling you upright, greeting you with a tender kiss. You melt into it. The tiredness overtaking your body doesn't last long, when you taste yourself on his lips, lighting a new fire in your belly. 

His mouth trails down your neck, to your breasts. As he pulls your bra down, revealing you to him. He moans, making your sex throb with new desire.

“Y/n, I need to be inside you.” He looks up at you with a pained expression.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss him again - deep and hungry. 

“Then take me.”

He lifts you off the counter, spinning you around. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you into the back room.

Your back is against a cold wall before you know it, making you shiver. The warmth of his body, the complete opposite as he presses himself against you. Hearing him undo the belt of his jeans and listening to the clang as they hit the floor, has excitement pounding directly in your chest. 

Feeling the tip of him at your entrance, he pauses, giving you another questioning look. You can only nod furiously. Too eager to wait to feel him any longer, want and need pooling deep inside you. You’re unable to help the way your hips move in a desperate attempt to entice him into you quickly.

He throws a sideways smirk your way before thrusting gently inside. You can’t help but gasp, relishing in the way he's stretching you open. He gives you a moment to adjust when he bottoms out, taking the opportunity to kiss you. The movement slow and sensual, the mood completely changing. 

He gives you one last sweet peck on the lips before pounding into you, keeping an even pace as you bounce up and down, back sliding harshly against the brick wall. 

“Fuck, you are so sexy.” He says, watching your breasts bounce from his thrusting action.

His fingers dig into your buttocks as he holds you firmly. His cock ramming inside you, hitting that sensitive stop every time without fail. 

Stars appear beneath your lids as your eyes roll back. Your hips meet his with every thrust, moving in perfect sync. The sounds of his pants and moans make your toes curl and legs tighten around him. You were drawing ever closer into the abyss. When he grabs your breasts, pinching the nipple, you tighten around him.

“You gonna come again for me, baby?”

Fingers gripping a fistful of his hair, you can't speak. Your words; trapped in your throat as you're unable to think of anything but the impending release. 

He slams into you harder but slows down the pace. Every hit on that internal pleasure button makes you grow hotter. Until finally, fireworks erupt inside you once more. 

The moment your walls contract around him, he chases his high, unleashing inside you. His warm seed fills you, as you rotate your hips, milking him and also riding your own wave of carnal delight.

As your breathing returns and your vision clears from the erotic fog, he returns your feet to the ground. Supporting you until he feels you're steady enough, using the motion to plant feather light kisses across your face.

“I have to say,” he starts, still pinning you to the wall, “this was a very unexpected surprise.”

“Well, seeing as my flirting was clearly too subtle, I needed to give you a bigger clue.”

A hearty laugh echoes around you, one of the many traits that attracted you to him in the first place.

“I just thought you were a very friendly person, but the message is received loud and clear,” His hands roam the sides of your body, “and it is very much reciprocated.” 

He lifts your face to him with a knuckle under your chin, “I think you're wonderful.”

For the first time this evening your cheeks flush. The man had been french-kissing your pussy not twenty minutes ago and yet, that makes you blush.

“Right back to you.”

He leans in and kisses you so sensually your knees feel like they could collapse, before pulling back slightly and whispering against your lips, “Dinner at my place?”

Your stomach flips from the idea of being in his house and all the prospects of what else you could do to each other. 

“Definitely.” You reply, as his soft lips meet yours one more time.