#feel free to send in a request I'm running low lol

[zombiecleodoodles]

a tiny fairy cleo perhaps?

Cleo would be the type of fairy that causes problems on purpose

[saddleups]

hi it’s me again who requested the video tape!! thank you for that and i loved it 🫦

it’s so hot to imagine james being a single father… he adopts laura after the leave ending, idk it makes me so 🤸‍♀️ imagining james as a single father. and gentle morning sex. that’s also cute!

-🧚‍♀️

★ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 . . . 1.7k

★ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . . . request , complete. JAMES SUNDERLAND X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!

★ 𝐂𝐖 . . . just sweet vanilla sex <3 p_rn w/o a plot !

★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . omg hello !! i'm glad you liked it , i had a lot of fun with it and i kinda , sorta wanna do a second part lol. your mind for the gentle morning sex ?? gentle and intimate with heavy eye contact ... sedate me

The first light of dawn spills softly through the curtains of your shared bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. As the first light dances over your face, your lashes flutter, and a quiet groan slips from your lips. You stir, feeling the familiar warmth of James pressed behind you, his arm draped over your waist in a protective hold.

Reluctantly, you crane your neck to check the time, only to realize it’s early. Much too early. The small shift of your body stirs him, and you feel his hand flex around you as he starts to wake.

“Sorry, hun,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep.

“’S’fine,” James responds, his voice a low, drowsy rumble. “I needed to get up early anyway to drop Laura off at school.”

You let out a soft laugh, barely more than a whisper, “Like, six a.m. early?”

A quiet groan rumbles from his chest as he pulls you just a little closer, his fingers tracing gentle circles along your side. “Maybe not,” he admits, voice softened by sleep, as if savoring this rare moment.

James nestled his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. These moments, so rare and precious, were hard to come by with a child running through the house, always lurking around, popping up at the most inconvenient times.

A little nuisance, sure—but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. In this quiet sliver of dawn, with only the sound of his breathing and the faint hum of morning outside, you tasted a fleeting slice of domesticity.

His lips brush against the sensitive skin of your neck. You tilt your hed to the side, giving him better access, James takes full advantage. He peppers your skin with soft kisses, leaving you breathless. The friction of his stubble against your skin is a delicious mix of roughness and tenderness, making you arch into him.

"James," you breathe, your hands instinctively reaching back to grip his forearm. The heat between you is palpable, a silent promise of the passion that always seems to simmer just beneath the surface.

He nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck, his breath warm and steady. "Do you have to get up?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

You shake your head, even though he can't see it, lost in the sensation of his lips moving lower, tracing a path down your shoulder.

"No," you reply, your own voice catching in your throat. "Not yet."

His hand moves higher, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your nightgown. The simple touch sends a wave of pleasure through you, making your nipples pebble instantly. He teases one with his thumb, the friction electric against your sensitized flesh.

"Mmm," you moan softly, turning your head to capture his gaze. The intensity in his eyes is overwhelming, a green blaze that promises so much more than this fleeting moment. It's a look that speaks volumes, one that says he wants you as desperately as you want him.

James leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. The connection is immediate and powerful, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to tangle with yours in a dance as old as time. Your bodies mold together, fitting perfectly as if made for each other. His free hand slides down to cup your ass, pulling you even closer, the evidence of his desire pressing insistently against your thigh.

You break the kiss, gasping for breath, your heart pounding in your chest. "James," you whisper again, this time with a hint of urgency. "We shouldn't..."

He silences you with another kiss, this one softer, almost reverent. "Shh," he murmurs against your lips. "We just have to be quiet," he says with a hint of playfulness.

Encouraged, you scoot closer, your body pressing against him. Your breath hitches as your thigh brushes against his hardening length.

"James," you whisper, voice barely audible.

He just looks at you, his lips parted as if he’s about to say something. But then his gaze drops to your lips, and the intensity in his eyes makes your heart race.

"Please," you whisper, almost begging now. "Take me."

His breath catches, and you feel his entire body tense up for a moment before he exhales slowly. His hand moves from your cheek to your hair, tangling in the strands as he pulls you closer. He kisses you then, a soft, lingering kiss that speaks volumes without words.

When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with need. "Are you sure?" he asks, voice low and rough.

You nod again, your fingers gripping his arm tightly. He shifts slightly, turning so that he’s half on his side, facing you. The straps of your nightgown have come undone. James' slips his hand down to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your already hard nipple. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you let out a small gasp.

"Quiet," he reminds you, but there’s no reprimand in his tone. Only concern and affection.

You bite your lip, nodding once more. He leans in, capturing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently. The pressure builds, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

Your hand travels down to his erection, wrapping your fingers around him. He’s hot and hard in your hand, and you squeeze gently, eliciting a low groan from him.

"God, you’re so beautiful," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. "So perfect."

Your heart swells at his praise, and you move your hand, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements. He closes his eyes, his head falling back as he revels in the sensation. But you want more, need more. You guide his hand down to your entrance, where your arousal is already slick and ready.

He hesitates for a moment, looking into your eyes as if seeking reassurance. You give him a small, encouraging smile, and he dips one finger inside you. The sensation is intense, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan. He curves his finger, finding that sweet spot inside you, and you feel your body clenching around him.

"Fuck, you’re so wet," he mutters, his voice strained. "So wet for me."

You nod, unable to form words, your focus entirely on the way his finger feels moving inside you. He adds a second finger, spreading you open, stretching you. The pressure builds, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of release.

"James," you gasp, your hips bucking against his fingers. "I want more."

He removes his fingers, only to replace them with his cock. He pushes inside you slowly, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch is delicious, overwhelming, and you grip the sheets beneath you, trying to stay quiet. He pauses when he’s fully sheathed inside you, his eyes locked on yours.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice firm but gentle. "Don’t look away."

You obey, your eyes locked onto his as he positions himself above you. The thin veil of sheets that once shielded you both falls away, exposing your bodies to the powerful heat emanating from James.

As he traps you between his arms, your legs instinctively part wider for him, begging for more. With a smirk, James teases your slick entrance with the head of his throbbing cock, relishing in the sight of your wetness mingling with his own precum. "Beautiful," he whispers lowly before plunging into you once again, claiming you entirely.

James starts to move, thrusting slowly and deliberately. Each stroke of his cock fills you completely, the sensation building and building until it’s almost too much to bear. He watches you intently, his expression a mix of love and raw desire.

"That’s it," he murmurs. "Feel it, baby. Feel how good this is. How good we are together."

His words push you closer to the edge, and you feel the orgasm coiling deep inside you. Your breath comes in short, shallow gasps, and you’re trembling all over. He speeds up, his thrusts becoming more urgent, deeper. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing in tight circles as he fucks you.

"Yes, yes," you whisper, your voice breaking. "Oh God, James, I’m going to come."

"Let go," he urges. "Come for me. Let me see you fall apart."

The command pushes you over the edge, and you cry out softly as the orgasm rips through you. Your body spasms, squeezing him tightly as you ride out the wave of pleasure. He continues to thrust into you, chasing his own release, his breathing ragged.

"I’m close," he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. "So close."

You reach between you, wrapping your hand around his cock where it meets your entrance, pumping him in time with his thrusts. The added friction sends him spiraling over the edge, and he groans your name as he comes, his seed filling you.

He collapses onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. For a moment, neither of you moves, lost in the afterglow of your combined climaxes. Finally, he lifts himself off you slightly, his eyes still locked on yours.

"You okay?" he asks, his voice hoarse.

You nod, smiling up at him. "Mhmn, thank you baby."

He leans down, kissing you softly, his tongue flicking against yours. The kiss is tender, almost reverent, and it leaves you breathless. As he pulls back, he gives you one last, lingering look before rolling off you and pulling you into his arms.

"Sleep now," he whispers, planting a kiss on your forehead. "We’ll talk later."

You snuggle into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished. The dawn light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room.

Then you hear it, right outside the hall. "Hey! Where's breakfast?"

It's Laura, you turn to him and chuckle. James sighs, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he mutters, “Guess our peace and quiet's up.”

You chuckle, whispering back, “Think we can get away with pretending we’re still asleep?”

He gives a low, tired laugh, “Tempting. But knowing her, she’ll barge right in.”

Right on cue, Laura’s voice rings louder, impatience growing. “Hellooo? I’m starving in here!”

James groans playfully, rolling his eyes. “Alright, alright! We’re coming!”

You share a small, conspiratorial smile before he plants a quick kiss on your cheek, muttering, “Let’s face the little monster.”

[valkyrieromanoff]

🎀CO-STAR HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN: SHARING PLEASURE🎀

words: 2.5k

warning: MDNI, +18, blowjob, description of a cock, swearing, swallowing cum,  dirty talking, pussy touching, not proofread (reason: I'm writing on my college computer lol)

a/n: hello there, so, I had a little idea of what to write next, but after @kundere20000000 amazing comment, I decided to take the plunge and write a sequel! 💖 I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also, feel free to send me requests anytime—I absolutely LOVE getting new ideas to work with. Kisses! 😘💕

You gazed up at Hayden, a coy smile playing across your kiss-swollen lips as you noticed the prominent bulge tempting the front of his jeans. The sight of his obvious arousal feels a fresh wave of desire coursing through your veins, reigniting the embers of your lust.

"Let me take care of you," you purred, your voice low and sultry, heavy with unspoken promises. "You've made me feel so good, Hayden. I want to return the favor, to make your cock feel as amazing as your mouth made my pussy feel."

You sat up slowly, your naked curves drawing Hayden's hungry gaze as you moved to straddle his lap. The heat of his arousal was palpable through the rough denim of his jeans, searing your bare, sensitive flesh.

As you slowly tugged down Hayden's zipper, his rigid cock sprang free, slapping up against his taut stomach with an audible thwap. Hayden groaned softly, his hips jerking slightly at the sudden sensation.

Hayden's erection was an impressive sight - thick, long and girthy, with a slight curve to the left. The skin was a shade paler than the rest of his body, a deep, dusky pink flushed with arousal. His cock head was broad and round, the tip a deeper shade of pink and already glistening with leaking precum.

Thick, pulsing veins coursed along the shaft, most notably a prominent ridge that ran from the base up to the tip, like a river of arousal. His cock was a masterpiece of masculine perfection, the ultimate embodiment of primal, carnal desire.

Hayden's balls were full and heavy, swollen with the weight of his pent-up lust. They hung low and tight against his body, a testament to his desperation for release. The musky scent of his arousal filled the air between you, a heady, intoxicating aroma that made your head spin with desire.

The combination of its size, hardness, and raw, masculine power left your mouth watering and your pussy dripping anew. You found to touch him, to taste him, to feel that thick cock stretching and filling you in ways you'd never been stretched before.

You gazed down at Hayden's magnificent cock, your eyes wide with wonder and anticipation. Licking your lips, you looked up at him through hooded, desire-darkened eyes. "Can I?" you asked softly, your voice a breathless whisper heavy with lust. "I'm looking to touch you, Hayden. I want to wrap my fingers around your thick, hard cock and feel it throb in my hand. I want to taste you, to run my tongue along the ridges and valleys of your shaft until you're dripping with my saliva and your own leaking arousal."

The sheer hunger in your gauze and the raw, unbridled desire in your voice made Hayden groan, his hips rocking upward slightly as if seeking your touch. "Fuck yes," he shouted out, his own voice rough and ragged with need. "Please love, touch me. I'm going out of my fucking mind here. I need to feel your soft hands and wicked tongue on my cock before I lose it completely."

Your smile turned unholy at Hayden's desperate plea, a glimmer of mischief sparkling in your lust-dark eyes. Without another word, you wrapped your fingers around his thick, throbbing shaft, eliciting a strangled moan from Hayden's lips.

"Yes, fuck!" he groaned, his head falling back against the couch as your hand tightened around him. The heat of your palm seared his aching flesh, and he shuddered as your fingers curled and squeezed his rigid length.

His cock twitched and pulsed in your grip, the skin velvety soft over the rock-hard core beneath. You could feel the weight of his arousal, the desperate need for release thrumming through his thick veins.

Slowly, teasingly, you started to stroke his cock, your hand gliding up and down his shaft. Hayden's breath came in shorts, sharp pants, his hips rocking up to meet your touch, seeking more of your delicious friction.

As you pleasured him, you leaned in, your pillowy breasts brushing against his chest as you brought your face closer to his lap. Hayden's musky, masculine scent filled your nostrils, the aroma of pure, unadulterated lust. 

As your tongue dragged along Hayden's thick shaft, you hummed in blissful delight, your eyes fluttering closed to savor his delicious taste. His arousal was sugary and briny at the same time, making your mouth water with anticipation. It filled your senses and clouded your mind with a haze of lust, urging you to take more of it into your mouth.

Unable to resist the temptation of his rigid flesh, you dragged your tongue along his cock once more, tracing the thick vein that pulsed with need. Hayden shuddered and groaned above you as you lapped at him like a kitten sipping cream, revealing in the taste and feel of his hot, hard length.

Emboldened by the effect your touch was having on the gorgeous man beneath you, you took a deep breath and wrapped your soft, plush lips around the broad head of his cock. Your mouth stretched obscenely as you sank down, taking him deeper inch by throbbing inch.

Hayden let out a guttural moan as he felt your warm, soft lips wrap around his aching cockhead, your mouth enveloping him like the most exquisite of silken sheaths. The heat of your mouth was unlike anything he had ever experienced, your tongue swirling around the sensitive crown of his manhood as if savoring the flavor of his arousal.

"Fuuuck, love," he groaned, his fingers tangling almost desperately in his voluminous curls. "Your mouth feels incredible. The way your tongue is teasing me, tasting me... fuck, I don't know how long I'll last if you keep that up."

He bucked his hips slightly, pushing himself deeper into the heavenly warmth of his mouth. Inch after thick inch of his rigid flesh disappeared between your stretched lips as Hayden lost himself in the bliss of your skilled ministrations.

You could feel Hayden's cock throbbing and pulsing against your tongue, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart. The salty-sweet taste of its leaking essence coated your taste buds, making your own arousal spike with each passing second.

Hayden's groans and moans filled the small trailer as you began to bob your head, taking him deeper with each pass. His fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your pace as you worked his impressive length in and out of your mouth. "That's it, love," he rasped, his gravely voice strained with pleasure. "Take my cock deeper. I want to feel the back of your throat when I fuck your pretty mouth."

You relaxed your throat, allowing Hayden to sink into the tight, silken heat of your mouth until the thick head of his cock kissed the back of your throat and your nose nestled in the coarse curls at the base of his shaft. His scent was velvety and alluring aroma filled your nostrils, making your pussy clench with need.

Hayden let out a strangled groan, his hips rocking up to bury himself even deeper in his welcoming mouth. "Shit, your mouth is so fucking tight and hot," he panted, fighting the urge to erupt down his throat then and there. "If you keep sucking me like that, I won't last much longer... fuuuck..."

As Hayden's cock hit the back of your throat, you hummed around his thick length, the vibrations adding a delicious new sensation. The sound sent shivers racing up Hayden's spine, his grip on your hair tightening as he fought the urge to start thrusting into your mouth.

Unable to resist the temptation, you wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, squeezing gently as you started to pump him in time with the bobbing of your head. Your other hand crept between your own thighs, slender fingers sliding through the slick folds of your aching pussy.

Hayden groaned gutturally as he felt his hand work in tandem with his mouth, his hips rocking to meet each downward motion. The dual sensations of your lush lips wrapped around him and your soft hand stroking his thick shaft pushed him closer to the edge, the coil of release tightening in his groin.

His balls drew up tight to his body, swollen and heavy with the need for relief. Hayden's rustic and robust scent grew stronger, the aroma filling the air as you pleasured him. Your own arousal soared, your fingers plunging deep into your dripping cunt, fucking yourself in time with the bobbing of your head.

Hayden's moans and grunts of pleasure echoed through the small space, a symphony of carnal bliss that spurred you on. You could taste the salt of his skin, feel the heat of his flesh burning against your lips and tongue. The thick and milky essence leaking from the tip of his cock painted your tongue with each pass, a heady sweetie you couldn't get enough of.

Hayden's fingers tightened in his hair, his grip almost painful as he struggled to maintain control. The pleasure was overwhelming, your mouth and hand working him with a skill and enthusiasm that left him reeling. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Fuck, love, yes! Don't stop, please don't stop," he panted, his deep voice strained and rough with impending release. "I'm so fucking close... I'm going to... fuuuck!"

Hayden's body went rigid, his muscled frame tensing as his climax overtook him. With a guttural roar of your name, he erupted, his thick cock pulsing and throbbing as it unleashed a torrent of hot, sticky seeds directly down your eagerly awaiting throat.

Jet after jet of Hayden's essence flooded your mouth, the bitter yet satisfying taste of his cum coating your tongue. You moaned around his spurting length, the vibrations only seemed to prolong his intense orgasm. Your own hand moved frantically between your legs, fingers plunging into your clenching heat as you chased your own rapidly approaching peak.

The sheer volume of Hayden's release was astounding, far more than you had anticipated. His heavy balls emptied themselves down your greedy throat, feeding you mouthful after mouthful of his potent semen. You struggled to swallow it all, feeling it slide thick and warm down your gullet to settle heavily in your belly.

It all, Hayden groaned and shuddered above you, his throughout hips jerking erratically as the last waves of his climax crashed through him. Finally, with a last, shuddering gasp, he stilled, his softening cock slipping from your lips with a wet pop.

You released him, panting softly as you gazed up at Hayden through lust-glazed eyes. The taste of his cum lingered on your tongue, the scent of sex thick and heady in the air. Your own hand continued to move between your thighs, your fingers coated in your dripping essence. You knew you were so close, teetering on the knife's edge of your own explosive climax.

Hayden's chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, his ocean-blue eyes glazed with post-orgasmic bliss as they dropped to where his hand was buried between his thighs. The sight of your slender fingers plunging into your dripping pussy, your essence glistening on your skin, reignited the embers of his lust.

"Let me do this for you," he rasped, his voice low and rough with renewed desire. "I want to feel your perfect cunt clench and spasm around my fingers as you come undone."

Before you could respond, Hayden's hand covered yours, his long fingers curling around your wrist. He gently but firmly pushed your hand away, replacing it with his own. Hayden's touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through you as he brushed your fingers along your slick folds.

Hayden's fingers delved into your dripping sex, your velvet walls parting easily to welcome him inside. He groaned at the feel of your slick heat, your body welcoming him like it was made for his touch. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet," he growled, pumping his fingers slowly, savoring the feeling of his arousal coating his digits.

He curled his fingers just so, stroking along the sensitive front wall of your pussy. Hayden's thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the aching bud as he fingered you with deep, purposeful strokes. Each thrust of his fingers pushed you closer to the edge, his touch igniting every nerve ending in your core.

"That's it, love," he panted, his fingers moving faster, driving into you harder. "Ride my hand, fuck yourself on my fingers. I want to feel your cunt gripping me, milking me, as you come screaming my name."

Your body trembled and quaked as Hayden's skilled fingers worked your needy pussy with single-minded determination. The obscene sound of your arousal filled the air, the wet squelching and sloppy schlicks of his digits plunging into your soaked folds echoing through the room.

Hayden's thumb rubbed mercilessly at your clit, the quick, tight circles sending jolts of electricity zipping up your spine with each pass. His other hand gripped your hip, pulling you down to meet his thrusting fingers, impaling you on his hand again and again.

The pleasure mounted rapidly, your walls starting to flutter and clutch at Hayden's pistoning fingers as your climax quickly approached. Hayden could feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps, telling him you were on the spit.

"That's it, come for me," he commanded, his voice a deep, authoritative growl. "Fucking soak my hand, love. I want to feel your cunt squeezing the life out of my fingers."

With a few more swift, hard thrusts and a particularly rough grind of his thumb against your clit, Hayden feels you careening over the edge. You came with a scream of his name, your pussy clamping down on his fingers like a vice as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you.

Your essence gushed out, dripping down Hayden's wrist and forearm as your orgasm overtook you. He worked you through it, fingers pumping lazily as he helped you ride out the aftershocks, drawing out your pleasure for as long as possible. "Fuck yes, that's my good girl," he praised, his voice low and rough with satisfaction. "Such a perfect, responsive little thing. You came so fucking hard for me."

You gazed up at Hayden with a lazy, sated smile playing across your kiss-swollen lips. Your chest heaved softly as you struggled to catch your breath, your body still tingling with the aftershocks of your intense climax.

"Thank you," you purred, your voice low and breathy, heavy with post-orgasmic bliss. "That was amazing, Hayden. I've never felt anything like that before."

Hayden's heart swelled at your words, a genuine smile spreading across his handsome face. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your sweat-dampened skin.

"My pleasure," he murmured, his voice a deep, husky rumble filled with satisfaction. "Seeing you come undone, feeling your perfect little cunt gripping my fingers so tightly... love. I'm glad I could give you that."

He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering to caress the soft skin of your cheek. Hayden's ocean-blue eyes sparkled with adoration and affection as he gazed down at your beautiful, blissed-out face.

"I have to confess, I'm already looking forward to doing it again," he admitted with a wink, his tone playful and full of promise. "And next time, I want to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock as you scream my name. Think you can handle that, love?"

[d0ughy]

Comfort HCs ft. Uvogin

___〆(・∀・)و ‧⁺✧

A/N: To avoid having to put a trigger warning on this, I'll just say it's some self-indulgent comfort from one of my fave characters. I was gonna do multi-fandom, but I'm lazy and also running out of time before the weekend is over... BUT, if people want more comfort HCs from different characters, *click the link for list* feel free to send me a request !!

Warnings: Not proofread, sort of angst, probably OOC, also probably not good lol.

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Uvogin:

Despite his intimidating height, brutish strength, and affinity for killing, Uvo is very attuned to the emotions of those he cares for. Whether you're just friends or his lover, he sets an intense gaze on you the moment he picks up something's wrong.

Now juggling the strain of choking back your sorrow and the intensity of this giant's gaze, you can feel cracks beginning to form in the calm mask you're trying so hard to keep up.

Uvogin cocks his head to the side as he studies your face. He can see you're fighting back tears that threaten to well up in your eyes. Sadly, the dam breaks when he finally speaks up, "Hey... You okay?"

You're sitting, legs crossed, on the middle pillow of your aged yet comfortable couch. The living room was silent, the television off, ceiling fan still, even the chorus of crickets that celebrate the night seemed to keep quiet. Uvogin had just entered your apartment through the balcony and, upon entering your home, was immediately beset by the weighted silence.

Normally, you would eagerly race to meet him whenever he had the time to visit. You, who would commonly jump into his arms and greet him with a smile that shone brighter than any gold, jewels, or treasures he could ever hope to steal. Yet, you remained motionless, head lowered and radiating the melancholic atmosphere that fogged up your apartment. Uvo, concerned, takes a few slow, heavy steps in your direction.

You turn your head ever-so-slightly, to avoid meeting his eyes. You can already feel his gaze on you, feel his concern. It makes you feel a pang of guilt, shortly followed by embarrassment. You didn't want to worry him, didn't want him to see you in such a state. Your eyes instinctively shut tight as you feel the heat of tears pricking at your eyes. It wasn't until you heard Uvo' speak up's voice, deep but soft with a gentleness he reserved for you, that you couldn't hold it back any longer.

"Hey... You okay?" Three words was all that was needed to open the floodgates, not only to your tears but for all the difficult emotions you were trying to desperately to bottle up. Your shoulders rose and tensed as your hands cradled your face. Large, hot tears began to fall and roll down your cheeks. Between choked sobs and heaving breaths, you didn't hear the sound of Uvo's heavy footsteps rapidly approaching you. Just as your body began to crumple under the weight of your emotions, you felt Uvogin's large, warm hands envelope you.

While Uvogin is great at picking up other's emotions, he's not all too great at dealing with them. At least, with his words. Uvo is a man of action, and the current plan of action is to be there for you.

No matter your size, you're always going to be at the mercy of this man's strength. This time, he's using that strength to pick you up in his arms, take your spot on the couch, and then cradle you in his lap.

Uvogin hugs you, pulling you deep into his chest. His large biceps wrap around the entirety of your back, squeezing you with a comforting pressure. You cry into his chest, choking out apologies for letting him see you like this.

Uvo responds with a low, gentle shhhhh. Thick digits worm their way into the back of your hair and softly massage at your scalp.

"I don't wanna hear apologies, you've got nothin' to be sorry for. I wanna hear what's making you hurt like this... When you're up to it."

Uvo says nothing as he listens to you, through sobs, recount your troubles. The deeper you dig into what's going on, the firmer he squeezes you. His brows are knitted together in concern and, though he probably won't say it, frustration that he couldn't have been right there when you started breaking down.

He more than makes up for it though. After alternating from rubbing your back, bear hugging you, and playing with your hair, Uvo's finally got you to stop crying. Knowing you're likely exhausted from expending so much of your emotional energy, he carefully lifts you up into his arms and carries you to your bedroom.

Uvogin places you oh-so-delicately into your bed, tucking you in with great care. He places a hand against your cheek and stroked his thumb gently under your tired eyes, prompting them to close. Sadly, you miss the uncharacteristic delicate smile he flashes you as he bids you goodnight. Before you've drifted completely off to sleep, you can hear his hushed voice.

"Don't worry, I ain't goin' anywhere. I'll be here when you get up..."

Depending on your relationship with him, you're either going to wake up with him spooning you or find him snoring away on your couch. Regardless, as soon as he's awake his attention is solely back on you.

Friend or lover, you're going to get all of his affection and attention until he knows 100% that you're feeling better.

[carcarcraziiv2]

aphelios and blood play??!!!!

Amazing, iconic, and PERFECT. ABSOLUTELY.

Here you go 💜

TW: Blood Play, minor injury?, sex, needles, there's a TON of mentions of blood obviously. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK !

WORD COUNT: 1797

A/N- Imma be so fr I didn't proof read but i dont think there should be a TON of errors??!??? lol <3 IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT AND ILY FOR SENDING A REQUEST!

Aphelios is filthy.

He was always like this, at least on the inside.

The two of you got very comfortable together, feeling free to discuss anything and everything on your minds. One day however, something came to light that you hadn't known about Aphelios yet.

You and Phel had gone on a bit of an adventure in some local wooded areas. Mainly hiking and overall just having fun goofing about in the forest.

You had worn a low-cut shirt that day, a V-neck tank to keep cool in the summer heat. After a particularly entertaining minute of teasing your partner, he had given you a look that said, "you better run, because I'm going to tickle you to death in about two seconds."

You giggled as you evaded him, running through greenery and ducking every now and again to avoid trees as small branches and leaves whipped across your arms and chest.

Soon enough you had to stop, panting in place with a huge smile on your face, bracing for an onslaught. As Phel came to a stop before you, matching your goofy expression, he glanced down at your chest before hyper fixating on something he spotted there.

You creased your brow, looking down to notice a small trickle of blood seeping from a small cut under your collar bone, sinking down and under your tank.

"Oh," you had said, "I didn't even notice I was bleeding." For a moment you felt grateful, used to Phel's silent social ques for you to pay attention to something in particular.

You went to clean it off, but Aphelios suddenly reached up and gripped your wrist to stop you.

He licked his lips, eyes never leaving where they once were. To your surprise, he lent down and caressed the spot with his tongue. Your eyes went wide, even though his action had fireworks erupting in your belly. Only when he pulled away and looked at you with heated eyes did you dare a glance down, noticing he was hard.

"Oh," you said again. Apparently Aphelios had a blood kink.

After that, you two didn't discuss what had happened. You were thinking that Phel may have been ashamed, although he hadn't really done anything to appear that way. Why would he hide something that he enjoys? Especially something that sexually arouses him?

One day, after a particularly large amount of research and a continuous increase in your own interest in trying things out, you addressed the situation with him.

"Hey my love, I have a question," you had started, not looking away from the book you held in your hands until you completed your statement to look over at him. The two of you were sitting on the couch, both indulging in your own little hobbies as you relaxed together; you reading and Phel drawing in his sketchbook.

He tore his gaze away from his artwork, nodding at you to continue with your inquiry.

"Remember that day we went out hiking? I was thinking about what happened after you chased me," fiddling with the tips of the pages of your book, you trailed off as you watched his expression go from one of curiosity to realization, before he finally nodded. He flipped to a blank page in his notebook and wrote.

When I licked the blood off of your chest?

For a moment after he handed it to you, you saw his nostrils flare and pupils dilate.

Unbeknownst to you, even the thought shrilled him. He thought about it a lot; how you tasted, the color of your life source seeping from your skin, the way the flush on your cheeks matched the tone of the blood that he had just consumed from your body.

"Yeah... I was wondering... would you want to try something with me?"

Phel looked at you with a surprised expression, noting your nervous stature. He gently took the sketchbook back from you and wrote again.

You want to try something, like blood play? I don't want you to do something you're not comfortable with just for the sake of me. Either way, I don't want to hurt you.

He handed it back to you once more, and you nodded as you read, silently giving him the confirmation he was looking for.

"First of all, I would hope you would know by now I am not opposed to a little pain during sex. Plus, I bought some things to help us, if you're comfortable. But of course, we need to do some sanitizing and whatnot," You gulped, standing and heading for an unopened amazon package left on the counter. The night prior, you had seen that people recommended both needles, or if you really want something more knifelike, a scalpel. Of course you ordered both, you wanted to have options. "Have you ever done this with anyone before, Phel?"

He shook his head, watching you strut back over with the two small boxes in your hand.

After some time and some communicating, the two of you found your flow. The easiest and most sensual ways to draw blood, and how to incorporate it during sex.

Phel loved watching it seeping from its source, using the needles. Your blood sucking up into the tube aroused his thoughts to how beautiful your skin would look covered in the same dark red substance- so that's what he did.

Spread out on the bed, towels soft under your bare skin, Phel sat on his knees between your legs.

You shivered as you gazed at his toned body, he lifted the vial he held and uncapped it with his teeth. The popping sound of the lid caused you to jump slightly.

The sight was nearly vampiric as a splash of the liquid inside jumped up onto his lip, dripping slowly down his chin.

He glanced at you a moment, asking for permission. His constant appreciation for your consent even this long into your relationship never ceased to thrill you. It made the throbbing desire in your body burn even brighter as you gave him a silent nod in approval.

He leant down briefly to kiss you, easing your mouth open with his tongue. This was so taboo to you, tasting your own blood on his lips that you couldn't help but whimper into his mouth. When he pulled away and saw the smudge on your lips, his pupils dilated, his breathing became heavier and without a moment's notice he poured the empty vial over your naked chest.

His gaze followed seemingly every direction it fell. You squirmed as the liquid tickled your skin during its descent. His veined hand reached forward, caressing the sides of your stomach and smearing your blood over your skin.

Again, you squirmed beneath him, and his eyes shot up to your before he dived down to kiss you once more. Kissing down your neck, you leant your head to the side to allow him more access, breathlessly moaning his name as he went. His hands trailed all up and down your body, and you could feel his hips move in desperation as he swiped over all the wet spots.

He shamelessly moved down your body with his lips and tongue, licking long strips along your skin while looking at you through thick lashes. His pink eyes spoke all the words he wanted to say to you in that moment.

You are extraordinary.

Look at you, being so perfect for me.

My dream partner.

You are my moon and my stars.

He reached the precipice of your thighs, and kissed down until you could feel his breath cooling your warm front. you couldn't help but adjust yourself slightly embarrassed at his long stare. He looked back up at you, and the most feline Chesire grin spread across his lips.

"Please, Phel..." you murmured, your hands tangling into his soft blue hair and moving it out of his eyes.

My good fucking b/g he thought, as he dived down to pleasure you.

You writhed beneath him, stars clouding your vision as he used his hand and tongue to feast on you.

Once you tugged on his hair, you craved for more, pulling him off of you. He couldn't help it, as he trailed his eyes over your red skin he tore off his boxers, revealing his hard veiny length. The tip was flush red, and a drip of pre fell from the slit.

You nearly drooled with how salivated you became looking upon him.

Aphelios smirked to himself, knowing your fucked out look was only going to get more relevant once he inserted himself in you. He was feeling so feral, keen on getting your blood smeared on his skin as well. He wanted to wear it all night, although he knew you would make him shower after this.

He slowly began pushing his dick into your entrance, catching you off guard in your daze.

"Fu-fuck Phel!", your back arched off of the bed, and he let out a deep breath and shook his head slightly as if to calm himself as he watched your hole suck him in.

He began rocking slowly at first, using one hand to trail down your body and the other to play with your front. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, and when you adjusted to grab your chest and stomach in your ecstasy, Aphelios lost it when he saw your blood cover your hands.

He pumped into your relentlessly then, shamelessly, letting out grunts and whimpers into the sex ridden air. You couldn't keep quiet either as he gripped your thighs and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

Feeling the cusp of your orgasm, you gripped the towels beside you in your fists and leant up on your elbows. Biting your lip, you dared a glance down to see the base of his cock as he rammed into you.

Eyes rolling back, you caught sight of the sweat dyed pink trailing down Phel's chest and you fell to pieces. Coming undone, your muscles pulsed around him, and he thrust hard a few times until he let out a long jagged breath, his release hitting him hard.

He pulled out of you slowly, allowing you time to adjust and him to feel the last pings of pleasure as your hole tried to keep him inside.

"God damn, I have never seen you that riled up before my love," you panted as he fell to your side, laying on his back. He glanced at you and rested his hand on his chest smirking. He couldn't keep his eyes off of all the smears, and although you thought it was hot your first thought was to get this man clean.

"Shower time?" you smiled shyly, and he rolled his eyes, pouting. He shook his head no and you arched a brow.

Silly how a man who just took you like an animal can go from that to pouting within an instant.

[writing-whump]

Hi, Sol! ^^ I don't want to hurry you or anything, we have enough stories to reread and enjoy in the meantime c: But since you wrote that you are planning the bigger and more serious heart episode for Isaiah (I have impression they are successively getting worse already😭), the perspective lives rent free in my head and I'm simply wondering, when could we expect it? Or maybe there are many things yet, that should happen before. 🥺

I'm only asking for a little sneak-peek of your plans. 😉

A. 🐾

Hi A.!

It's so cool to hear about the interest in the heart episode that's coming up! Been squealing quite long when reading this ask 🥰

Tbh the last three chapters were quite angsty about the reveal. I have been hoping to write a little conclusion to that with Hector taking Arnie to Isaiah for breakfast, but the whole thing is giving me trouble running smoothly 😅. I'm not sure how it should go LOL.

Glad you noticed the heart episodes are def getting worse 👀

The heart episode that lands Isaiah in a hospital will be quite serious and will take a few, maybe even 10 chapters of heavy influence of anything that will happen with everyone else. So I'm saving that up for its own recovery arc.

Until then I was thinking of doing a 10 chapter arc of other things the Sonder pack gets to do before Isaiah is out of commission.

The current tentative plan is:

Breakfast scene with Arnie and Hector visiting Isaiah

Matthew accused at school by a scared teacher + Isaiah coming to his defense + in need of emotional comfort (ask)

Wolf event where Seline picks a fight with a few witches and Isaiah defends her from wolves they sent at her in turn (some Isaiah power show off lol 2x asks)

Fallout of that with Matt and Sel having seen Isaiah's executioner style

Isaiah meeting Seline's parents (overeating cause he can't say no)

Hector helping Arnie with driving lessons

Seline with some sugar low freaking out Matt

Isaiah's collapse hitting out of nowhere (60. Chapter)

This plan is subject to change depending on what hits me and what kind of asks and requests come my way (always feel free to send them!! 😉).

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#lune (he/him) - brother of darkstone. another guide :] gratitude fox mask and glasses over said mask.

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#eel (they/them) - top dog of the valley racers. braids. sometimes wears gold tusk earrings

#fire (he/him) - also a beloved valley racer. flight hair and tufted sideburns. ultimate gift flight feathers and abyss military cape

#monowing (they/any) - valley racer. moth hair, earmuffs, scarf and a snowboard. owl cape

#north (he/him) - not necessarily a racer but he's friends with them. long silky hair and earrings. paints on his cheeks with glue and glitter.

#branch (she/her) - little gal. two braids and withered horns. leaf cape

#bird (he/him) - little dude! emo hair swept over one eye and juggler cape and pants. carries a guitar with him

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[frapppee]

stuck on you | pt. 1

an austin!elvis fanfiction

rating: (PG)

hey, guys! i just wanted to say thank you for all of the support you've given me to write this fanfiction! you guys are absolutely amazing, so to pay you back, here is my first fic on the blog!

i was a little nervous before posting this, and to be honest, i still am!

i'm just very happy that i could finally finish some of it lol. so many things happened to me while i was writing this, and if it weren't for you guys' encouragement, i probably would've just gave up 😅

anyway, i hope you guys enjoy my fic! i love you all so much!! muah muah muah!!! <3

(request: my request is the reader and elvis just started dating and she goes to one of his concerts and she's just so proud and thinks he just looks so hot! and maybe after the concert is finished she runs backstage for him and he lifts her up and kisses her and stuff! thank you so much!! - @smckinney)

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stuck on you | pt. 1

rating: (PG)

When you and Elvis started dating, you were always drunk in his presence, immersed in his black pupils, and couldn't help but consume more of him. His eyes were like summer pools, simultaneously cooling and exhilarating the body during even the most sinister or thrilling times. Elvis takes you right over the edge and keeps you on your tiptoes, making you dependent on his watchful eye. You thought that when you were away from him, his effect would wear off, but there was nothing that could shake him. Elvis had claimed you.

He was forever stuck on you, and Elvis confirmed it with this performance.

Elvis lifts his head upon the audience. His darkened lids twitch, and his chest rises and falls in short, rapid breaths. He whirls around, lets his pink-and-black blazer billow behind him, and strums his guitar, drawing nearer to the pleading women in front of him. With round eyes, you gape at Elvis's hips as every sway and ripple of his flowy, pink harem pants gradually sends you to an otherworldly high. With each of his hip thrusts, you feel jolts of pleasure between your thighs, pulling you into a forever-lasting pit of ecstasy. Elvis directs his attention into your crazed irises and flashes a coy grin at you, your eyes immediately transitioning onto his face when you feel his gaze. You rise from your seat, pry through the crowd of horny and stimulated women like yourself, and reach over the very edge of the platform from where Elvis stands. 

He kneels down and extends his hand toward you. You feel your cheeks rise and burn and your chest heaving with delirium as you reach to touch his hand. Your heart pounds with such force that you instinctively put your hand over it to keep it from jumping out of your chest cavity. At that moment, you had almost forgotten about the women surrounding you until one of them pushed you away from the crowd. You curse at the woman, smooth down your skirt, and watch them ignorantly pull at Elvis's sleeve. By the look on his face, he must've forgotten about the women, too, and immediately pulled himself away.

After that, he and his band were lost backstage, leaving only his blazer to be taken away by a bunch of squawking females. You run out of the auditorium before anyone else could and let the cool evening air chill your spine. Your body loosens with every step, your shoulders low and free of the overwhelming tightness you had in the auditorium. 

However, you were still emotionally bombarded with numerous feelings you couldn't list. Everything went by so fast, and you were a little upset that you couldn't watch more of Elvis's performance. You were also mad at that woman who pulled you away from Elvis, but you knew you'd probably do the same, so you brushed it off for the time being. You instead thought about how proud you were of Elvis for his first performance in a long time. He absolutely killed it on that stage, and you were astounded throughout it all. Elvis's hips, voice, expressions, the playful looks he gave-- it was all so sexually arousing. 

You start walking toward the back of the auditorium, where multiple cars had been parked hours before the show had begun. You expected Elvis to be outside, but only his band members were in sight. You walk past them, and moments afterward, you hear a gathering of girls giggling on the opposite side of the building. You suspected they were coming over to find Elvis, just like you were, so you mumbled a quiet string of swears before booking it into an alleyway.

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thanks for reading!! i've already started with the next part already, so if this part was too short for you, there is no need to worry! the next one will be out much sooner. i hope you guys enjoyed!

if there are any grammatical or spelling mistakes, please inform me and specify where they are! thank you!

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tags: @smckinney @obetrolncocktails @butlersbitxh @rxtrovillans @austin-butlers-gf @stargiirl27

[good-beans]

Good-beans presents:

🎁 A Bean-cret Santa (3!) ⛄️

A fanart secret santa open to any kind of art medium, any skill level. Drawing, crafting, collages, edits, moodboards -- whatever your specialty is, go for it! The goal is to have fun and create for some new characters/ocs you wouldn't have before. It was a big success last year, I'm excited to run it again :D

You can enter until November 15, I'll keep this post pinned on the @beancret-santa blog for reference. I'll send out art assignments That following weekend. Specifics under the cut

To submit, send me an ask or dm saying you want to participate and request a character to receive as your gift. You can send those here or to the dedicated blog. I'll likely send a dm in reply just to confirm I received it. There are three options for anonymity:

1) If not otherwise specified, I'll give your username to your gifter so they can reach you when it's time to post gifts.

2) You can remain anonymous to everyone else -- just let me know when you send your request. At the end, send me your finished product and I'll post them for you, keeping your ID a secret the entire process. I'll also make sure you see your gift!

3) You can be 100% anonymous, and send this blog an anon ask with your request + some kind of unique identifier (fake name, code word, emoji) and I'll make a public post assigning gifts to each fake name so you can see what you'll be creating. The only issue I need to work out is how to post completed gifts, as you can't send images anonymously... I'll work on that and get back to you...

Any character is welcome to request, including ocs, book/podcast characters without official images, celebrities, popular characters but you're picky about something, etc! If they aren't easily searchable on the internet, try to send pictures or text descriptions for your secret santa to work with. Gifts will only be art of any kind (not writing) so that people can try their hand at new characters and fandoms without any prior knowledge.

You're free to request multiple characters as options to choose from, ships, or groups of characters, but your secret santa is only responsible for drawing one.

I'll officially close submissions on Nov 15. Assignments should be ready within the next few days.

Gifts will be posted on Jan 1. If you think you'll be a few days late, that's fine, just give me a heads up and your receiver will be patient :) If you realize you can't or don't want to participate anymore, that's also fine -- just let me know as soon as you know so I can reassign the gift lol

No nsfw work please. I have nothing against it normally, it can just get sticky especially if things are anonymous and I can't be sure people are 18+

Let me know in your submission if there are any triggers or squicks you're afraid may appear in your gift. No need to give me any personal info, just things that you believe have a possibility of appearing given the character/media you requested, and you don't want.

I will be using a digital randomizer to assign these -- I'll know who has who so that I can facilitate, but I won't have a hand in any of the assignments. (The only thing I will change is making sure there are no repeat pair-ups from last year if you participated before 👍)

The tag I'll be using to post/find gifts when the time comes is #beancret santa as well as putting them on the official blog.

Feel free to reach out if there are any other questions -- this is supposed to be pretty laid back and low stress 😎👍 I hope everyone has a good time! :D

[microwave-imagines]

hii honey! can i request some soft Ran stuff? i'm going through a lot rn and i just need him to pamper me lol.(you can do it in HC or scenario, feel free to do whatever you want. I'm ok with anything). have a nice day <3

I hope whatever ur going through gets easier! Ily! Here's some ran hcs for u.

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This man will pull you into his lap

It doesn't matter where you are, you will end up in his lap with his fingers running over ur hair.

He tells you he loves you at least six times a day, and that's on the low end.

He's interrupted meetings before to call you.

"Ran, aren't you working?"

"Yeah, but I love you, you know that right?"

"Yes, please go back to work baby."

He brings home your favorite snacks, and knows how you like your preferred morning drink.

Sends you photos of dogs he see's during his day.

You came home one time to every pillow, blanket, and cushion on your living room floor in the biggest blanket fort you'd ever seen.

He never explained why he did it for you, but it's because you seemed sad when he called you earlier in the day and thought it would cheer you up.

Now it's a tradition. Sad people get the pillow fort.

Forehead kisses, he loves em.

Leave lipstick marks on his face and he'll be grinning like an idiot for hours.

Got you matching sweaters once, he wears that shit every chance he gets even if Rindou makes fun of him for it.

He brings you flowers just because.

He makes the best tea, it's canon, the author told me himself.

Ran loves u lots

[jungwonenthusiast]

AHHH omg these prompts are really good, I sent in a request for Jungwoo literally one minute ago, but Yuta is testing me🙏 May I possibly request Yuta saying 12 + 1 + 16?😭 I'm imaging a whole video call situation going on, leading up to mutual masturbation🤤 Please feel free to choose only the Jungwoo request or only this one! I'll be perfectly content with any, thank you to the moon and back🥺✨

hi!! tysm for ur request! sorry that this ended up being so long lol but i hope u enjoy it <3

You haven’t seen Yuta in what feels like years but it’s only been two months. You were doing okay for the first few weeks but lately anytime you see a picture of him or hear his voice you start to feel tingly all over. There've been so many instances of you laying in bed late at night, contemplating calling him and telling him how needy you’ve been but you always get too embarrassed to try. But tonight was the last straw. The music video for “gimme gimme” just came out and you’re laying under your duvet watching it. You smile, feeling so proud of your friends and loving how gorgeous they all looked in the video. But of course, Yuta catches your eye. His hair is dark, dark blue and hanging over his forehead. He looks fucking incredible in that white button down and harness. You rewind all of his scenes at least three time, feeling only a little but embarrassed every time you do. After fangirling a bit on how handsome your boyfriend is, you text all of the members to congratulate them. Then you call Yuta, you figure it’d be a bit rude to just text him. Plus it wouldn't hurt to see his pretty face while you're at it.

“Hi my love,” he greets you warmly and you smile. He’s sitting at his desk. His voice is a little gravelly and his hair is floppy, had woken up a little bit ago?

“Hi, the video was incredible.” you say, sitting up in your bed.

“I know right,” he says and you chuckle. “what have you been up to?”

“Missing you,” you sigh.

“I know darling,” he says, he looks so good right now. “I’ll see you soon though, only two more weeks.”

“I don’t think I can last.” you pout.

“I promise you can.” he assures you.

“I miss you,” you start and once you do, you can’t stop. “I miss you voice and your kisses and your hugs and your everything.”

“I wish I could crawl through my phone to be with you.” he says and you smile.

“We’re so corny,” you scrunch your nose and he laughs.

“We are.” he sighs and stretches, dropping his neck back, revealing smooth skin and his adam’s apple. A small moan comes out of his mouth and you blush, squeezing your thighs against each other.

“Are you alone?” you ask him quietly.

“Yeah,” he cocks and eyebrow. “why?”

“Nothing.” you try to cover for yourself but he sees right through you.

“No why?” he crosses his arms.

“Nothing,” you look away, how does he still manage to make you nervous over the phone. “I was just curious.”

“You know you’re a bad liar y/n.” he says. “Did you have a secret to tell me or something?”

The way he’s testing you is getting you hot. “No.”

“Oh come on,” he smiles. “you don’t ever have to hide anything from me, you know that right?”

“Yeah,” you admit, squeezing at your covers.

“Now what is it that you need?” he asks.

“You.” you say bluntly.

"Well, here I am." he says, playing dumb.

You know what you need to say, you're just embarrassed.

You swallow your pride. "I miss you. I need you to help me cum."

"There you go," he says. "did you call me just to get off on my voice?"

You cover your face with your hands, blushing. "Maybe."

"Naughty," he tsks. "Show me how much you miss me angel."

You look up at him with a questioning look on your face. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” he taunts you and you can already feel how wet you’re getting. “put me out of my misery and spread those legs for me.”

You comply, eager for relief. You’re only wearing underwear beneath your hoodie, so it doesn’t take much effort to reveal yourself.

“Fuck.” he says under his breath. “You’re so wet. All from thinking about me?”

You nod pathetically, squirming under his piercing stare.

“What have you been thinking about sweetheart?” he says while unbuckling his belt. The sight makes your mouth water. “Tell me all about your fantasies.”

You know it’s better just to answer than to get all shy again. “I think about you touching me, fingering me...” your voice falls short.

“Mhm? What else?” he says. You can see his arm moving.

“Tasting me, fucking me,” your thighs start to shut at the thought of all of this.

“Keep your legs spread.” he says sternly and you listen.

You keep gripping at your hips, trying to resist touching yourself until he says so.

“Do you want to touch yourself?” he asks and you nod eagerly. He smiles. “Go ahead doll, show me how you like it.”

Your fingers trail down to your dripping pussy, collecting the slick on your fingers before rubbing your clit. A moan of relief escapes your mouth.

“Fuck,” he curses. “that pussy looks so good.”

“Can I go faster?” you ask him and he nods. You pick up the pace. Your sounds are starting to get loud.

“You sound so pretty darling,” Yuta says, infatuated with you. “Finger yourself for me.”

You push one finger in and give yourself a few pumps before adding another.

“Atta girl.” he says. “Imagine those fingers are mine, fucking you just right, hitting that spot.”

You whimper and roll your hips against your hand.

“Do that again.” he says, his eyes dark and full of lust.

You roll your hips again and your fingers brush against your gspot.

“Fuck yes,” you moan.

Yuta leans back in his chair, displaying himself stroking his cock nice and slow.

You whimper at the sight.

He smirks. “Do you miss how hard I fuck you? How deep I fuck that pretty pussy?”

You nod, your eyes rolling back from imagining his every word.

“Get your vibrator out.” he orders and you listen, pulling the toy out from your nightstand. “Put in on low and just run it down your body,” he says “down your stomach, down your thighs, around your pussy.”

You writhe on your bed, not able to handle the teasing.

“Where do you want it angel?” he asks. His shirt is hiked up now and you can see his slim torso.

“On my clit.” you say. You want it so bad it almost hurts.

“Go ahead.” he says and you finally put it where you need it most. You let out a sultry whine. “That feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you look at him through your lashes.

“Turn it higher,” he says and you click to toy into the next level. “don’t stop finger fucking yourself.”

Everything feels so good it nearly brings tears to your eyes. Your fingers going in and out of your pussy, the vibrator on your clit.

“I’m close Yuta.” you manage to say.

He’s pushed back his hair now and his head is occasionally falling back in pleasure. The view feels so crude but so good.

“I bet you are,” he says. “cum for me then.”

Your fingers start to pump faster, curling just the perfect amount.

“Come on,” he says. “I know you can do it. Be a good girl for me.”

His words send you over the edge. You let out a long whine in complete ecstasy, your pussy pulsing from all of the pleasure.

“Fuck,” he growls, his eyes focused on your gorgeous figure. “That’s my girl.” he says.

You finally come down from your high, breathing heavily.

“That felt good huh?” he says while taking his cum stained shirt off.

“Yeah,” you say. “I need you to come back.”

“I know,” he nods. “I’ll make all of the wait worth it.”

[turbulentt]

Ridin'

genre: smut | jaemin x fem!reader

word count: +1.7k

warnings: explicit content, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, oral (female receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, riding, power play, unprotected sex (play it safe kids)

summary: jaemin is your best friend and fuck buddy, you both act like you’re powerful tops but in the end you’re desperate for each other’s touch.

author’s notes: it’s sort of a special for the comeback lol

"Jaemin…" you whisper as your fingers trail the hard desk material. "What?" he doesn't even spare a look. You scoff at his unbelievable attitude and start pulling off your top, action he doesn't seem to notice.

"Jaemin," you call again, this time with a more stiff tone, demanding attention. "Wha-" he chokes on his own rudeness as his head turns to you "Fuck… stop"

You smirk amused. Jaemin seems lost on your skin as his eyes eat you up on sight. 

"But I haven't done anything…" you chant playfully turning his chair to you, purposely bending down so your breasts are at the same level as his hungry eyes "...yet."

His hands recklessly grab your hips and with one rough pull, you're sitting in his lap. You smile victoriously and adjust yourself in his lap, accidentally brushing your dripping core against his obvious bulge.

"What the..." he curiously lifts up your skirt and looks up at your face again "You must be fucking kidding me. You’re already this wet? Are you that desperate to be fucked?" 

His words make heat rise up your entire body and a whimper falls from your lips. 

"I’ll take that as a yes, you slut." your eyes widen at the name and Jaemin throws his head back laughing. Annoyed at his cockyness you try smacking his chest but he skillfully grabs your wrist. "Don't even try to hide it." he pulls you closer and attaches his lips to your ear "You say a lot of interesting stuff when you're drunk."

You turn your head to the side avoiding his gaze and he laughs once again. Here he is, the cocky bastard Jaemin you don't usually get to see often.

"Now you're shy?" he teases "Can't be a brat anymore, uh?"

You shut him up with a rough, desperate kiss that he, immediately, takes control of. Seems like dominant rough Jaemin is as desperate as you. With one slick movement, he picks you up slamming you on his desk. His lips part from yours suddenly leaving you breathless, only connecting the two of you by a strand of saliva, that Jaemin has to admit to be extremely sexy, even more with your plummed rosy lips half-open. All of this because of him.

"I'm giving you what you want. Aren't you happy?" a smirk forms on your lips and you nod "You fucking slut."

He forcefully leads you to sit on the edge of the desk and kneels down. You watch carefully all his movements and heat rises on your cheeks when he pokes his head under your skirt. 

"Jaemin…" you moan out lowly feeling his hot breath hitching your pussy. "Just stay still," he whispers while teasingly running a finger between your folds. You squirm and hold yourself up with trembling arms. 

Jaemin's tongue carefully roams your slit, drawing raspy moans from you, his hands resting on your thighs making sure they're wide open for him. Your hips buck forward when the tip of his tongue meets your clit and a shiver runs up your spine. 

"You're squirming so much. How pathetic," he says as his fingers grip your skin harder. "Stop… saying those things," you ask breathlessly. "Oh, but i recall you telling me how much you were into degradation." he leaves a long slow lick along your pussy before looking up. You stay quiet, childishly avoiding his gaze. 

"Nothing to say?" he chuckles "I don't need you to tell me it's true. I can tell by the way you're spread open for me right now."

You bite your lip containing a moan and Jaemin smirks, once again. He knows that by now his words have turned you on to the point you're soaking wet.

Hungrily, Jaemin decides to finally eat you out properly, he couldn't be patient anymore, not with your sweet scent intoxicating him. A loud moan exits your lips as you feel his tongue playing with your aching clit. With a shaky hand, you lift your skirt up allowing Jaemin to look at you while making you feel good. 

Curses fall from your lips as you feel two of his fingers sliding inside of you. Jaemin happily chants lows hums sending vibrations to your clit, making you slowly buck your hips almost riding his face.

His fingers start working faster, curling up, touching and teasing inside you. You let your head fall back, overwhelmed by the sensitivity his tongue and fingers cause you. 

"Jaem… one m-more…" you plea helplessly "One more finger…"

Jaemin chuckles at your request, the even stronger vibrations from the sound making you feel closer to release. Immediately, he takes his fingers away from you only to slam them back in, now with a third one. 

Your arms give in and you fall back completely on his desk, carelessly throwing some materials to the ground. His fingers thrust deeper and rougher inside you and your legs shake frantically as you feel yourself draw closer by the second.

"I’m gonna… g-gonna cum." you moan out. Your hips buck faster against Jaemin's smirky expression. When you start to shake helplessly, seconds away from cumming, Jaemin backs away from you.

"Oh for fuck's sake." you almost scream in frustration. You decide to finish it and lower your hand to touch yourself but Jaemin quickly gets hold of both your wrists and smiles at you viciously. 

"You deserve it. For being such a whore," he whispers next to your ear.

You look at him in shock, after all the times you two have had sex, Jaemin had never denied you an orgasm. He just liked to hear you scream his name too much. He must be very proud of himself by seeing you frustrated like this.

Your eyes meet his’ and you can even feel the cockyness in his gaze. Done with his attitude you free yourself from his grip and hop off the desk. Jaemin looks at you curiously, thinking to himself that you might be so angry that you’re leaving. No. Suddenly, you smash your hands against his chest making him fall back, directly onto the bed. He holds himself by his elbows and looks at you clueless.

“This is what whores do.” you smile innocently and slowly sit on his lap. “Let me at least take my clothes off.” he chuckles but you don’t let him out so easily.

Grabbing his wrists above his head and straddling his lap so he can’t leave, you just lean to kiss his cheek. 

His eyes widen as you start moving your hips, slow, strong movements that make him whimper by the pain his cock is feeling. Your lips meet his neck and desperately you start marking him all over, leaving kisses on top of every mark.

“F-fuck… you slut,” his moans are raspy, dragging out of his throat as he throws his head back in pleasure and frustration. “What is it, baby?” you mock him “Do you need something from this slut?” 

“D-don’t tease,” he bucks his hips up making you gasp “You know exactly what I need, and you’ll give it to me.”

You chuckle at his attempt to take power on the situation and bounce on his clothed cock making him let out a loud raspy moan. Satisfied with his reaction you start riding his lap as if you were riding his cock. You had never heard Jaemin whimper so much in his life, but it surely was the sexiest thing you have ever had the opportunity of experiencing.

Stopping for a brief moment you looked down at his sweatpants and there was an obvious wet spot. You giggle and Jaemin follows your eyes, groaning flustered at himself.

“And I’m the pathetic one?” you let go of his hands only to start palming him over his clothes “You’re so cute.”

“Are you going to ride me or not?” he hisses at you and grabs your hips harshly, probably intending to leave marks. “Ask nicely.” you smile cocky at him, making him have a taste of his own medicine. Jaemin hates being dominated, but so do you. “Ride. Me,” he says firmly. 

You shake your head reprehensively and bounce hard on his lap again. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out of him. Yet you can see a small tear slide down his eye.

“Try again,” you say and bounce once again. “Fuck! Please-” he almost screams, digging his fingers into your skin “Fucking ride me!”

Satisfied, you get off of his lap and help him get rid of his pants and underwear, taking yours right after too. You don’t waste another minute going back to his lap and positioning yourself on the tip of his cock, teasing slightly before fitting it into your pussy slowly. Both of you are a moaning mess and his cock fills you up completely. 

“Fuck-” Jaemin bucks his hips up unconsciously making you tremble on his lap “Are you cumming already?”

“I’ll only cum when you do,” you whisper, a smile upon your lips and he pulls you to him for a kiss.

A rough needy kiss that has you whimpering on his lips. You finally start riding him properly and the wet sounds caused by both of your wetness make Jaemin groan in satisfaction. 

In a steady rhythm, he thrusts his hips up as you throw yours down. Both of your moans falling into each others mouths as you kiss, again and again, feeling closer to climax. 

“Fuck, fuck, fu-” curses fall from his lips and you already know what’s coming “I’m gonna cum..”

“M-Me too... g’nna cum too-” you shake on top off him, holding yourself up by putting your hands on his chest. Your hips move furiously in search of release and your climax finally arrives when Jaemin moves one of his hands to rub circles on your clit with his thumb.

You fall on top of Jaemin as you cum yet he keeps thrusting hard, making you shiver from the overstimulation.

“Thought you were going to cum with me,” he says playfully. You gather some strengths to move your lips next to his ear and whisper in a fucked out voice.

“Shut up… and cum already.”

Placing your hips down on him and slamming into you deeply Jaemin releases all of his cum inside you and you gasp feeling yourself being filled up with his fluids.

“You should tease me more often,” he says lowly as his hands caress your hair lovingly “Now, let’s take a shower. We’re too sticky.”

[thetaekooklibrary]

Heyy! Any new angsty fics? Like really angsty? Like the type to make me cry my eyes out? I'm really looking for an angsty fic which doesn't involve diseases or a major character death. Thannnnk you, love your blog 💖

i just recently answered something like this but i’ll give you angsty one that don’t have character death or diseases, since i didn’t leave those out of the other message lol

give me the bright lights by hoesthetic - the highest of the high while being on the low, taehyung is the epitome of overused tropes and sticky lipgloss on his teeth.

don’t leave me here alone by purpleleaves - Jeongguk finds home in Taehyung. Taehyung takes a little longer to find home in Jeongguk, too.

Ghost of a Good Thing by thedarkestdawn - Taehyung is different these days, and Jungkook wants to know why.

I hope you reflect on this by seredipty - He’s good at this, Jungkook is. Good at ignoring his problems, running away from them, rather than sorting them out. Confrontation has always seemed so exhausting to him, as well as daunting and just outright scary, so he avoids things instead. Oven not working? Use the microwave. A dish he was hoping to make failed? Order take out. Lab report not complete? Just miss the whole class. He doesn’t live a life of trying to fix things; trial and error just does not exist in his day to day duties. Rather, he tends to run away from the problem altogether, take a different approach and pretend the bad thing just doesn’t exist. But avoiding ovens and classes is easy. Avoiding Taehyung, is not.

or

Jungkook feels like he isn’t enough for his boyfriend, so he begins to distance himself

Brighter Days by theshyauthor - It’s okay. This is okay. Jungkook feels soft next to him and Taehyung can smell his shampoo. The younger boy’s breath tickles his neck and somehow Taehyung finds comfort in all of it.or: At the age of 17, Taehyung has to sell his body for sex to survive on the streets of Seoul. That all changes when a client hears him sing in the shower one night and introduces him to none other than the CEO of BigHit Entertainment. As crazy as it sounds, Taehyung is now set to debut with a band called Bangtan Sonyeondan. Between being a trainee, learning to trust his new band members and trying to forget his old life, Taehyung thinks that he finally starts to understand what happiness is and how it feels.

Purpose by dangerouspheels - Jungkook’s parents told him about it when he was still young, maybe 6 years old, after he’d asked them how they met. They told him about the phenomenon that would quickly bring him his first real dream, and would gradually transform into his worst fear.Soulmates.

Neu Roses by merelypretty - Everything happens for a reason. Jeongguk tells himself that this makes sense between shattering his ankle and meeting Taehyung, but the pieces don’t fall together as easily as he’d like.

Of Your Broken Little Hearts by Authumnder - There are thousands things Jeongguk can’t doubt—like two and two is four, water is wet, the sun is bright, the sky is blue, or that he is in love with Taehyung. The one complication is that they’ve broken up and Jeongguk has no single idea why or even how it happened.

my hands are warm (warm only to you) by taekookies_and_cream - taehyung meets jeongguk and falls in love with the way he touches him like he is worth something. or, the one where taehyung is a prostitute with synesthesia who has only ever known harsh touches, and jeongguk teaches him that touch doesn’t have to be a bad thing.

The Dating Debacle by dabbleinthedrabble - Kim Taehyung was just helping a friend out (a friend who he just happened to have a teeny tiny little crush on) when he jokingly offered to date Jeon Jeongguk. Now it’s up to him to ensure that Jeongguk has the best fake relationship in order for him to know what the dating lifestyle entails. There is no ulterior motive whatsoever.(Where everyone thinks they’re dating before they actually do. Oh, and Taehyung has never really dated before so he’s basically winging it, but don’t tell Jeongguk.)

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[sinfulwrites]

Part of me was worrying no one would like the slasher stuff, yet it's my most popular post right now... You guys are awesome, I'm glad you liked it so much!!

I wanna make this post to say requests are open!

Feel free to send requests!! (I'm running low on ideas lol help)

[natashathebananagirl]

Yeah, I did heavy lifting for 2 years (from 2016-2018), then early this year I stopped to focus mostly on mountain biking and a bit of running/ body weight strength training. I gained about 20kg during the 2 years that I was lifting, but I think it's mostly muscle mass because I'm slimmer through my stomach and legs than when I weighed less. I'm not as lean as you but my stomach is mostly flat. I'm trying to lose a bit more fat in my stomach/ face while keeping my booty gains lol

Okay 👌🏽 remember we can’t decide where we want our body to lose fat from, for some people it drops from specific places first before anywhere else and for others it’s a gradual all round fat loss. I’m sure you will be able to maintain your booty even while losing fat as it’s mainly muscle which you can strengthen through bodyweight exercises. I’d say I average about 20-40g fat per day. Drop the oil from your meals or request low oil if eating out. Having avo here and there will be fine but avoid nuts for faster results. Is it fat around your face or is it just puffy? You could flush this out by doing some more intense cardio and drinking a lot of water. If you wish, feel free to send me a headless bikini shot of you currently and a shot of what your goal is.