#fluffy sex

[elryuse]

May i request a fluffy smut ive liz x male reader. I just love her so much these days. I have no plot lol

Thanks for making the fluffy sakura smut that i anonymously requested. :3 It was amazing \(-w-)/

Strawberry Milk

Liz X Male Reader

Tags : Vanilla Sex, Idol Girlfriend Liz, Fluff, Romance, Shower Sex Words : 5,283 Words

Thanks for the Request. I hope You Liked It.

The soft hum of fluorescent lights, the constant beep of barcode scanners, the dull murmur of customers shuffling through aisles — it’s just another shift at your part-time job. You stand behind the counter, a little tired, a little bored, your hands idly restocking a rack of gum near the register.

But then—

Your eyes flick up to the TV mounted near the ceiling. It’s muted, but you don’t need the sound to know what’s going on. You know this broadcast by heart. Music Bank — IVE comeback special.

There she is. Liz. Not just “Liz from IVE.” Not just the K-pop idol the whole country’s obsessed with. No. Your Liz. Not the one in the spotlight, but the one who steals your hoodies, complains about ramen, and sends sleepy selfies at 3AM. She’s glowing on screen — hair soft and blonde again, eyes sparkling like there’s starlight caught in them. She’s laughing at something the host just said, dimples showing as she covers her mouth shyly. The fans are probably losing their minds right now. And honestly? So are you.

Even though you’re trying to keep it cool, a grin spreads across your face. You can’t help it. She’s just… Liz. Your girlfriend. Your heart. And even though no one around you knows it, your chest swells with pride every time you see her like this — bright, confident, radiant — owning every second of that spotlight.

You sneak glances whenever you can, in between ringing up customers and double-checking stock. And then the interview shifts. The host turns toward her and asks — you read his lips easily — “Is there someone special you’d like to say something to? Someone watching at home, maybe?”

Liz hesitates for a moment. Her lips part. She bites her lower lip. You lean in instinctively, holding your breath. Then—She smiles. And says: “I miss youuuu~”

It hits you like a wave.

You freeze — smile frozen, heart skipping an entire beat — as those words fall from her lips like a private whisper meant only for you. Of course, no one else around you knows. But you know. You know. That was for you.

You let out a breathless laugh, one hand lifting to rub the back of your neck, warmth blooming in your chest like a thousand butterflies. You glance around the store, hoping no one notices the stupidly smitten expression on your face.

God, you miss her too.

You pull out your phone under the counter and type a quick message.

[You]: I saw it. I miss you more. Idiot.

She doesn’t reply right away — probably swarmed backstage with stylists, staff, and members — but you know she’ll read it later. And when she does, you can already imagine her laughing quietly to herself, phone clutched close to her chest.

That kind of love — quiet, secret, but real — is what you live for.

You get off work just past ten. The night air is cool, the city quiet in that magical kind of way — like it's catching its breath. You walk the same route home, sneakers scuffing the pavement, earbuds in. The playlist she made you plays softly in your ears — a mix of acoustic love songs, chill R&B, and random weird tracks she claims “just feel like you.”

Your phone buzzes.

[Liz 💛]: You were watching?? 😭😭😭 I literally wanted to say your name SO BAD [You]: You did. I heard it. Every letter. Even the extra “u”s. [Liz 💛]: UGH you’re so gross (I love you) [You]: I love you more.

You smile like an idiot again, eyes soft.

Back at your apartment, you make ramen. The cheap kind. The one she always complains about when she visits because “you’re going to die eating this,” but then ends up finishing half your bowl anyway.

You scroll through your gallery while it cooks. Photos of her asleep in your hoodie. Her eating ice cream. Her pouting. Her holding your pinky under a blanket at the movie theater. Each photo is a tiny moment — stolen between comeback schedules, fan signs, rehearsals. Hidden from the world, but deeply yours.

You miss her in all the quiet ways.

In the mornings when your alarm goes off and she’s not there to smack your chest and groan. In the little mundane things like brushing your teeth side-by-side or fighting over who gets the last bite of kimbap. In the silence of your room when you roll over and she’s not curled up beside you.

And yeah — she’s famous. She’s busy. You knew what you were signing up for. But still… Missing her is like a dull ache that never fully fades.

She calls you at midnight.

“Hey,” she says softly.

You close your eyes just hearing her voice. “You’re still up,” you say.

“I’m always up for you.”

God. She doesn’t even try. She just says things like that and you melt.

“Your broadcast was amazing,” you tell her. “You looked unreal.”

She sighs. “I was sweating the whole time. You don’t even know. My bangs were stuck to my forehead like—like seaweed.”

You laugh. “Still looked beautiful to me.”

Silence.

Then she whispers, “I wish I could be there right now.”

“Me too.”

“I want to fall asleep in your bed and smell your gross body wash again.”

“…Rude.”

She giggles. You love her laugh more than you can describe.

“I’ll be back in three days,” she murmurs. “As soon as this promo finishes. I’ll sneak out. Even if it’s just for one night.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“Promise?”

“Always.”

That night, you sleep with your phone clutched against your chest, her voice playing faintly in your dreams. And somewhere far away, in a hotel room with blackout curtains and a busy schedule waiting for her, Liz sleeps with the same exact longing — dreaming of you.

Well This is Suprising, You didn’t expect to see her tonight.

It’s almost 2:57 AM. You’ve just come back from a late-night run to the convenience store—instant coffee, microwave pizza, and that one bag of spicy chips she always steals from your snack drawer.

Your apartment is quiet, as usual. That kind of lonely quiet that only amplifies the weight on your chest. The warmth of her voice during that call two nights ago still lingers in your head. It’s always like this, the days before she comes home—you're half-excited, half-anxious, barely able to sleep.

So you don’t.

You stay up scrolling through your phone, watching her fan-cam clips, reading fan posts gushing about her smile, and laughing when they point out the little quirks only you truly understand. “Liz tilting her head again when she doesn’t know what to say 😭😭” someone wrote on X. You grin. She’s always done that—even back when she wasn’t famous, just Liz, your girlfriend, that one girl who always wore mismatched socks and drank banana milk like her life depended on it.

You lie back on your bed, phone dimly lit on your chest, letting sleep pull you under—

And then: three soft knocks at your window.

You jolt upright.

What the—?

You live on the second floor.

The knocks come again. You throw off the blanket, heart racing, shuffle to your window and pull open the curtains.

And there she is.

Liz.

"Miss me?" Liz whispers, her breath warm against your ear as she perches on your windowsill, her hoodie slipping back to reveal strands of her dark hair catching the moonlight.

You don’t even think. You yank open the window, letting the cool night air rush in as she tumbles into your arms, her laughter muffled against your chest. “You’re insane,” you mutter, holding her tighter, like if you let go, she might vanish—a midnight illusion.

“Insane for you,” she murmurs, her voice soft but laced with that teasing tone only she can pull off. Her arms wrap around your neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the base of your skull. “One night. That’s all I could get.”

Your heart clenches. One night. It’s not enough—it’s never enough—but you’ll take it. You’ll take every second she’s willing to give.

“Your manager’s gonna kill me,” you say, pulling back just enough to see her face.

She smirks, her eyes glinting in the dim light. “Let them try.”

You laugh, despite the knot in your chest, and brush her bangs out of her face. Her skin is cool from the night air, but her smile is warm, familiar, home. “God, I missed you.”

“I know,” she says, her voice dripping with that shameless confidence you adore. “I saw your tweets.”

You flush, heat creeping up your neck. “You stalk my account?”

“Mm-hm,” she hums, leaning into your touch. “I’m your number one fan.”

You shake your head, but the smile doesn’t leave your face. “Come on. Let’s get you out of the cold.”

You lead her to the bed, the two of you collapsing onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs. She’s on her side, facing you, her hoodie discarded now, leaving her in an oversized t-shirt that slips off one shoulder. Her eyes are half-lidded, exhaustion etched into her features, but there’s a softness there too—a vulnerability she only ever shows to you.

“Are you okay?” you ask, your voice low, almost a whisper.

She blinks, her brow furrowing slightly. “Why?”

“You looked dizzy in that rehearsal video.”

She sighs, turning onto her back to stare at the ceiling. “I was. I haven’t eaten real food in like, three days. Just cucumber water and black coffee.”

Your stomach twists. “Liz—”

“I know, I know,” she says, cutting you off with a wave of her hand. “It sucks. But I’m okay. I’m here now.”

You reach out, gently brushing your thumb across her cheek. Her skin is soft beneath your touch. “I hate how they work you.”

She turns her head to look at you, her eyes soft, almost sad. “Sometimes I hate it too. But I try not to think about it when I’m with you.”

“Then don’t think,” you say, your voice firm but gentle. “Tonight, you’re just mine.”

Her lips curve into a small smile. “Tonight, I’m always just yours.”

You make her ramen at 4 AM, the good kind you’ve been saving for a special occasion. She leans against the kitchen wall, wearing one of your oversized shirts, her hair tied up in a messy bun. Her eyes are half-lidded, exhaustion written all over her face, but there’s a sparkle in her gaze—a secret joy only you get to see.

“This feels illegal,” she murmurs, sipping the broth like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.

You shrug, leaning against the counter across from her. “It probably is.”

She grins, her nose scrunching up in that way that always makes your heart skip a beat. “God, I love you.”

The words hit you like a punch to the chest, stealing your breath. You pause, your heart pounding in your ears. “Say it again.”

She looks up at you, her face lit only by the weak kitchen light. “I love you.”

Again.

“I love you.”

Again.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she says between bites, laughing now, her voice filling the small space between you. “Are you gonna cry?”

You almost do.

Back in bed, with her curled up beside you and the first rays of dawn peeking through the curtains, she mumbles against your chest, her voice heavy with sleep. “You know, I dream about this every night.”

You run your fingers through her hair, your touch gentle. “What?”

“This. Us. You. Not having to hide.”

Your chest tightens, a familiar ache settling in your heart. “I want a world where I can hold your hand in public,” she continues, her voice soft but steady. “Where I can kiss you on the street and not worry about headlines. Where I can tell my fans about you and still have their support.”

You press a kiss to her forehead, your lips lingering for a moment. “We’ll get there,” you whisper. “Even if it takes years.”

She sighs contentedly, her body relaxing against yours. "I love you," she murmurs again, her breath warm against your skin.

"I love you too," you whisper back, your voice barely audible.

And then she’s kissing you, her lips soft and insistent, her hands gripping your shirt as if she’s afraid you’ll disappear. You kiss her back, your fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between you. Her body is warm against yours, her hips pressing into you as she deepens the kiss, her tongue sliding against yours.

You break apart, both of you breathless, and she looks at you with a mischievous grin. "I want you," she whispers, her voice shaky but certain.

"Liz," you start, but she cuts you off with another kiss, her hands moving to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. Her lips are on your neck, her teeth grazing your skin, and you can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but feel.

Her shirt joins yours on the floor, and then she’s straddling you, her hands on your chest, her lips trailing down your body. You groan, your hips arching up to meet her, and she laughs softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

"Relax," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. "Let me take care of you."

And you do. You let her take control, let her lead, let her show you just how much she’s missed you. Her hands are everywhere, her mouth hot and hungry, and you’re lost in her, completely and utterly lost.

The first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains as she rides you, her body moving in perfect rhythm with yours. Her head tips back, her hair cascading down her back, and she moans your name, the sound sending a wave of euphoria through you. Your hands grip her hips, guiding her, urging her on, and she leans forward, her lips finding yours again in a desperate, feverish kiss.

"Come with me," she whispers against your lips, and you do, the world exploding in a burst of light and heat as you both reach the edge together.

She collapses against you, her body trembling, her breath hot against your skin. You wrap your arms around her, holding her close, and she buries her face in your neck, her lips brushing against your pulse point.

The room is still shrouded in the soft haze of dawn, the air thick with the scent of sweat and intimacy. Liz lies sprawled across your chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. Her breathing has slowed, but her body still hums with the residual energy of what you’ve just shared. You stroke her hair, the strands damp and tangled, and she lets out a contented sigh.

“Hey,” she murmurs, her voice low and raspy, “how about a shower? I feel… sticky.”

You chuckle, the sound rumbling through your chest. “Sticky, huh? That’s your fault.”

She lifts her head to look at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And whose fault is it that I couldn’t keep my hands off you?”

“Fair point,” you concede, grinning. “But you’re the one who climbed through my window at 3 AM.”

She smirks, leaning in to brush her lips against yours. “And you’re the one who let me in. So, shower?”

You nod, and she slips off the bed, her movements graceful despite the exhaustion that must be weighing on her. She extends a hand to you, and you take it, letting her pull you to your feet. The two of you make your way to the bathroom, the tiles cool beneath your feet. Liz turns on the shower, the sound of water hitting the tub filling the room. Steam begins to rise, fogging up the mirror and wrapping the space in a warm, humid embrace.

She steps into the shower first, the water cascading over her body, and you watch as her skin glistens under the stream. She turns to you, her hair already plastered to her face, and extends a hand. “Come on,” she says, her voice soft but laced with something urgent.

You step in after her, the water immediately soaking you from head to toe. Liz pulls you close, her body pressing against yours as the warmth envelops you both. Her hands roam over your chest, exploring every inch of you as if she’s trying to memorize the feel of your skin. Her touch is electric, sending shivers down your spine despite the heat of the water.

She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. “Let’s make this day unforgettable,” she whispers, her voice low and sultry.

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest as her hands glide down your torso, tracing the lines of your muscles. She presses you gently against the cool tiles, her body pinning you in place. Her lips find yours, and the kiss is slow and deep, a languid exploration that leaves you breathless. Her tongue slips into your mouth, tangling with yours, and you groan, your hands gripping her hips.

Liz pulls back just enough to look at you, her eyes dark with desire. “I’ve missed this,” she admits, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you whisper, your hands moving to cup her face. “Every damn second.”

She smiles, her lips curving into that familiar, mischievous grin. “Good,” she says, her voice teasing. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Her hands slide lower, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your stomach before she wraps them around you, her touch firm and confident. You gasp, your head tipping back against the tiles as she begins to move her hand, her strokes slow and deliberate. Her lips find your neck, her teeth grazing your skin as she nips and sucks, leaving behind a trail of marks that she knows you’ll have to hide later.

“Liz,” you groan, your voice ragged. “You’re going to kill me.”

She laughs softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Not yet,” she murmurs. “I’m just getting started.”

Her hand picks up speed, and you feel the tension building, coiling in the pit of your stomach. But before you can tip over the edge, she stops, her grip loosening. You open your eyes to look at her, confusion and frustration written all over your face.

She smirks, her expression wicked. “Patience,” she says, her voice dripping with amusement. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

You let out a strangled laugh, shaking your head. “You’re evil.”

“And you love it,” she counters, her hands sliding up your chest as she leans in to kiss you again. This time, the kiss is harder, more demanding, her teeth tugging at your lower lip as she presses herself against you. You can feel her, warm and wet, and the ache in your body intensifies.

She breaks the kiss, her breath hot against your lips. “Turn around,” she instructs, her voice firm.

You hesitate for a moment, but then you do as she says, turning to face the tiles. Liz’s hands are on your back, her fingers tracing the lines of your spine, and then she’s pressing herself against you, her body flush with yours. Her hands move to grip your hips, and she leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. “Relax,” she whispers, her voice soft and soothing.

You feel her shift behind you, and then she’s guiding you into her, the sensation overwhelming as she takes you in, inch by inch. She lets out a soft moan, her hands tightening on your hips as she begins to move, her rhythm slow and deliberate. The water continues to cascade over you both, the sound mingling with the soft, breathy sounds she’s making as she rocks against you.

“Liz,” you groan, your hands splayed against the tiles as she picks up speed, her hips snapping against yours with a force that leaves you gasping. Her nails dig into your skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks that you know will stay with you for days. Her breath is hot against your neck, her moans growing louder, more desperate, as she chases her own release.

“Come with me,” she whispers, her voice breaking as she nears the edge. “Please.”

You don’t need to be told twice. The tension in your body snaps, and you’re lost in the wave of pleasure that crashes over you, her body trembling as she follows you over the edge. She collapses against your back, her breathing ragged, her heart pounding against your skin.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, the water still streaming down around you, as you catch your breath. Liz finally pulls away, her hands sliding up your back as she turns you to face her. Her eyes are soft, her expression tender as she looks at you.

“I love you,” she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion. “I don’t think I say it enough.”

You cup her face, brushing a strand of wet hair out of her eyes. “I love you too,” you whisper back. “And you don’t have to say it. I already know.”

You turn off the shower, the room suddenly quiet except for your ragged breaths. Steam lingers in the air, clinging to your skin as you grab a towel, wrapping it around her. She’s still trembling from the intensity of the moment, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted as she looks at you with those eyes—those eyes that always seem to see straight through you.

You lift her effortlessly, her arms instinctively wrapping around your neck as you carry her to the bed. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm, intimate light over the room, and you lay her down gently, her damp hair fanning out against the pillow. Your body hovers over hers, the towel slipping away as you press her into the mattress.

“I need you,” you whisper, your voice hoarse, thick with desire.

Her hands slide up your chest, her fingertips tracing the contours of your muscles as she nods, her breath hitching. “Always,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible.

You position yourself between her legs, your arousal pressed against her warmth. Slowly, agonizingly so, you slide into her, her body arching to meet yours. Her breath catches, and she lets out a soft moan, her nails digging into your shoulders. You move with her, your bodies perfectly in sync, every thrust deep and deliberate.

Her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, closer, until there’s no space between you. Your foreheads press together as you move, your breaths mingling, her lips brushing yours with every ragged exhale. The rhythm builds, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it feels like you might shatter.

“You feel so good,” she gasps, her voice trembling. “I don’t ever want this to end.”

You don’t respond with words. Instead, you capture her lips in a searing kiss, your tongues tangling as you pour everything into it—every ounce of love, every ounce of need. Her moans are muffled against your mouth, her hands roaming your back, pulling you impossibly closer.

The sound of skin against skin, her soft whimpers, your harsh breaths—it’s all so intoxicating, so raw. You feel her body tightening around you, her walls clenching as she nears the edge. Her nails rake down your back, and she throws her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck.

“I’m close,” she whimpers, her voice breaking. “Please… please don’t stop.”

You don’t. You can’t. You push her closer, deeper, harder, until she’s unraveling beneath you, her climax crashing over her in waves. Her body shakes, her back arching off the bed as she cries out your name, her voice raw and desperate.

It’s enough to push you over the edge, your own release following hers. You bury your face in the crook of her neck, your hips stuttering as you spill into her, your body trembling with the force of it.

For a moment, you stay like that—your bodies still joined, your breaths ragged, your hearts pounding in sync. Her hands slide up your back, her touch gentle as she pulls you closer, her lips brushing against your shoulder.

“I love you,” she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion. “I don’t think I say it enough.”

You press a kiss to her collarbone, your lips lingering against her skin. “I love you too,” you whisper, your voice soft but sure. “And you don’t have to say it. I already know.”

She smiles, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. “Good,” she says, her voice drowsy. “Because I’m never going to stop loving you.”

You lay there together, wrapped up in each other, the world outside your window forgotten. The silence is comfortable, intimate, broken only by the occasional whisper of affection or the soft hum of contentment.

But then, her phone buzzes on the nightstand, shattering the moment.

She groans, reaching for it reluctantly. “Ugh, it’s probably my manager.”

You watch as she unlocks the phone, her expression shifting as she reads the message. Her brows furrow, and she bites her lip, a flicker of worry crossing her face.

“What is it?” you ask, propping yourself up on one elbow.

She hesitates, her thumb hovering over the screen. “It’s… nothing. Just some scheduling stuff. I’ll handle it tomorrow.”

But you can tell it’s more than that. There’s a tension in her shoulders, a tightness in her jaw that wasn’t there moments ago.

“Are you sure?” you press, your voice gentle but insistent.

She sighs, setting the phone down and turning to face you. “Yeah. I’m sure. I don’t want to think about work right now. I just want to be here with you.”

You nod, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Okay. Then we’ll forget about it for tonight.”

She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Instead, she leans in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. “Thank you,” she murmurs against your lips. “For always being here for me.”

You kiss her back, your hands sliding down her sides, pulling her closer. “Always,” you whisper.

She hums in response, her fingers tangling in your hair as the kiss deepens, the worry momentarily forgotten. Her body arches into yours, her warmth pressing against you as she whispers, “Do that thing again. The thing you did before.”

You smirk, your lips trailing down her neck. “Which thing?”

She lets out a breathy laugh, her hands sliding down your back. “You know exactly what thing.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Your lips move lower, your hands exploring every inch of her body as you lose yourself in her once again. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you, tangled together in the quiet intimacy of the night.

But as her moans fill the room, you can’t shake the feeling that something is coming. Something that could change everything.

You wake up to the smell of strawberry milk.

Not coffee. Not toast. But strawberry milk.

Your eyes open slowly, and for a moment, you think you’re still dreaming — because there’s Liz, crouched on the floor in front of the fridge, hoodie sleeves flopping over her hands, humming a cartoon jingle off-key as she struggles to pull the drink from behind the pickles you never moved.

She doesn’t notice you watching at first. She’s too busy doing a little happy dance after finally getting the bottle out, spinning around and bumping the fridge door shut with her hip.

Then she sees you.

“Oh nooo,” she groans playfully, dramatically shielding her face with the milk. “You weren’t supposed to wake up! I was gonna surprise you!”

You sit up, rubbing your eyes. “With what? Warm strawberry milk in bed?”

She grins, padding over with the bottle and two mugs she clearly grabbed without thinking. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.”

You let her pour the pink drink, both of you sitting cross-legged on the bed as if it’s the most normal breakfast in the world. She hands you a mug with a shy smile — like you haven’t already kissed her a dozen times in the last twenty-four hours.

“It’s kind of our thing now,” she says softly, watching you take a sip.

You raise a brow. “Strawberry milk?”

She nods. “Simple. Sweet. A little weird. But comforting.”

You chuckle. “Like us?”

She beams. “Exactly like us.”

You clink mugs. And for a while, you both just sit there — legs tangled, bed messy, morning sunlight slipping through the blinds — sipping strawberry milk like it’s some kind of sacred ritual.

After breakfast, Liz insists on building a “pillow fort.”

You’re skeptical, but the way she pouts — exaggerated bottom lip, big doe eyes, that high-pitched “pleeease” — you fold instantly.

You gather every blanket and cushion in the apartment, while she giggles and crawls around, making up the “official fort layout” as she goes. You accidentally knock over a pile of pillows and she dramatically fake-dies beneath them.

“I’m trapped,” she groans. “Only true love’s kiss can save me.”

You roll your eyes but crawl over anyway, brushing her hair from her forehead. “You’re ridiculous.”

She grins up at you, soft and glowing. “But you love me.”

You kiss her — slow and gentle — just like she likes in the mornings. “Yeah. I really do.”

Inside the fort, the world feels small in the best way.

Your legs are intertwined again, and she’s lying on your chest, doodling hearts with her finger against your shirt.

Her voice is barely above a whisper. “I wish time would stop.”

You run your hand through her hair. “Then let’s pretend it already has.”

She lets out a dreamy sigh, nuzzling closer. “You’re too good at saying the right things.”

“And you’re too good at making me feel like the luckiest guy in the world.”

She laughs, soft and sleepy. “Then I guess we’re even.”

You spend most of the day inside that blanket fort — playing silly games, watching old cartoons, taking blurry selfies that Liz promises to never post (“but secretly keeps for herself”), and holding each other in every possible position a tangle of limbs can manage.

She teases you when you get emotional during a sad episode. You pretend not to notice when she hums your favorite song into your shoulder. She tries on your shirts, dramatically modeling them like it’s Fashion Week, then collapses laughing when you rate each one with a serious poker face.

It’s not the glamorous life of a K-pop idol.

It’s better.

It’s real.

It’s yours.

That night, you lie in bed with her again, this time on your side, faces inches apart.

Her voice is sleepy but laced with something warm. “You know what I love about you?”

“What?”

“You always treat me like a person first. Not an idol. Not a celebrity. Just… me.”

You brush your thumb along her cheek. “Because you are just you. That’s who I fell in love with.”

She smiles so softly it makes your chest ache. “Promise me we’ll keep being like this. Even if things get busy. Even if we’re apart.”

You link your pinky with hers. “I promise.”

She kisses your hand, then rests it against her heart.

Moments later, she’s asleep — peaceful, safe, warm in your arms.

And for once, there’s no noise, no pressure, no flashing lights.

Just Liz.

Just love.

[makenna-made-this]

Okkkkkk so where is Chicken Miku?

Anon the way i dropped everything when i saw this

HATSUNE BEAK-U

(based on the Onagadori chicken breed)

[cookies-after-dark]

not horny (i know, shocking) but in my head smilk can purr and he uses it to comfort the reader and pv whenever they feel sad/distressed

(this could be used in darker/horny contexts, like smilk purring while cuddling the reader after a more extreme sex scene or (in a yandere context) smilk purring on a distressed pv while assuring him that they'll get their darling soon)

I'm typing this in huge text because anon I want you to know you directly targeted a very soft vulnerable part of my soul that activated my brain because you just said the best thing that's ever been said.

I am a HUUUUUUUUGE 'all the beasts can make animalistic vocalizations for different purposes' advocate because they're essentially animalistic eldritch monsters. And also I love characters that can purr so I am 900% projecting onto them.

I even made personal purring sounds for each of them (the beasts that we've seen so far. as of writing this):

Mystic Flour Cookie has that purr that you can feel more than hear. Kind of like an accurate T-rex roar, but less terrifying. It's extremely hard to pick up by the regular ear, but you'll know if she's purring if you can feel it reverberating. It's a very soothing feeling when you lay up against her chest.

Burning Spice Cookie has a purr that's deep and rich, something that stutters like a struggling motorcycle engine. Whenever he opens his mouth, it sounds more like the bellow of an alligator, a vicious sound. Many cookies mistake this for him growling (until they ACTUALLY hear him growl. Terrifying shit)

Shadow Milk Cookie has a purr that has little trills and other things mixed in with it. It sounds more breathy, like through his nose rather than his throat and chest, you can hear him huff and snort sometimes if he's super duper happy. It's adorable to hear little a "mRrRrr!" in there every few seconds.

Big big fan of purring, growling, snorting, hissing, clicking, chirping Beast Cookies. They're really fucked up little animals to me. I want to see Shadow Milk Cookie curled up into a ball like a cat at the foot of your bead. I need to see Burning Spice loafing. Let Mystic Flour Cookie perch on all fours on a high countertop.

[wildflowerzy]

Handsy — C.Sturniolo

Pairing : SoftDom!Chris X fem!reader

Summary : Chris can’t wait be alone at home with you after a long day out, and he can’t help but be handsy until he has you all to himself.

Warnings : SMUT, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), groping, pet names.(lmk if there’s more!)

WordCount: 679 words (kinda short sorry)

THIS IS SMUT DNI IF YOU DONT WANNA READ SMUT!!

feedback is appreciated 🤍

You and Chris were out, hanging out with some friends at a cafe,

it was now 6pm-ish, you both have been out for five hours shopping, and running errands for your new apartment.

Finally after a while of dating you’ve decided to move in together.

The whole day, Chris has been clingier than usual, not letting you out of his sight, always having an arm draped around your shoulders,

kissing your cheek every chance he gets.

But at the cafe, he was super handsy, squeezing your thighs under the table and rubbing your back when he wasn’t groping your thighs.

After not even an hour and a half of hanging out with your friends and his brothers, he got up and said:

“Sorry guys, but it’s been a really long day, and i think we’re gonna call it a night.” He helped you up from your seat, you went along with it since you were actually a bit tired.

“yeah, we had so much fun.” You added, and left the cafe with Chris,

as soon as you guys left the cafe, Chris placed his hand in the back pocket of your low waisted jeans, the lace of your white underwear peaking from the top.

A surprised soft gasp escaped your lips, that received a grin from Chris.

as soon as you got in the car, Chris commented on your outfit, “your jeans have been driving me crazy, ma.” As he squeezed your thighs and kept his eyes on the road.

“That explains why you’ve been so handsy.” You chuckled softly.

When you arrived at your new barely furnished apartment, you took your shoes off and sat down in bed to wind down for a bit,

Chris sat next you sticking to your side, his arm around your waist rubbing lazy circles with his thumb.

“You’re so touchy today.” You placed a soft peck to his neck returning the favor,

little did you know he would snap, he quickly took your lips, kissing you sloppily.

You yelped into his mouth as he almost pounced at your lips, smiling as he kissed you.

His hands cupping your face, as he kissed you like he’d been craving you for year, to be fair he was craving you the whole day.

he moved from your lips and placed ticklish wet kissed on your neck and collar bones,

“Chris!” You giggled as he kissed you, he tugged your shirt off and threw it across the room, and kissed what your bra didn't cover.

“I love you so much, ma.” He whispered between kisses,

your hands crept up and tangled themselves in his hair, “I love you too, baby.” You replied as your breath hitched.

He kissed your stomach and lower abdomen and slipped your jeans off, spread your legs.

he kisses the innards of your thighs, making you squirm underneath him,

If he could make you squirm underneath him all day, you best believe he would.

He slid your panties down, he kissed so close to your cunt, making you beg him with your eyes for more.

“C’mon now.” You whined, he looked up at you with a grin stretched across his face , before he dove into your cunt,

licking and sucking at your clit, but he wasn't being as rough as he usually was, he was soft and gentle.

You moaned low and breathy moans, your fingers tangling themselves in his hair, “Your tongue is magic.” You moaned.

Chris smirked against your clit and inserted his middle and ring finger into your aching hole, pumping them at a fast steady pass.

you moaned louder, pulling on his hair gently, as he worked on your cunt, 

the knot that was forming in your stomach tightened, “fuck— Chris! M’coming!” You came all over his face.

your chest heaved as his lips parted from your cunt,

“open.” He instructed, 

He placed his glistening fingers into your mouth as you sucked them clean.

you looked at him and then his pants, a wet patch formed on them,

he came by just by pleasing you.

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None atm.

[evoscancelled]

OMG, finally someone who thinks that Caitlyn is not rough all the time. I mean, look at her when she was with Vi – SHE WAS SO GENTLE THERE, ITS CANON (I'm not saying she wouldn't get rough and aggresive at times) (By the way, I love the headcanons!)

caitlyn kiramman NSFW headcanon

content : afab/fem reader, nsfw, soft sex, fluff??

writers note : thank you so much!! making a part two fairly soon of the caitlyn hcs.

men dni!

based off of my last post— where the majority of the nsfw headcanons were rough/dom!cait.— check it out if you haven’t, yall!! :))

—

she would NOT be rough all the time. there are still nights she wants to make love to you and remind you how much she really does set you as one of her top priorities.

I really headcanon her to be somewhat starved to actual romance and love before she met you, and not just rough n kinky sex, ykwim?

yes, she’s a dominant person but I’m not saying there aren’t times where she wouldn’t “bottom” or let you take the lead. sometimes she just gets tired and doesn’t feel like doing all the crazy stuff, she just wants to make you cum.

which I mean you oblige because caitlyn kiramman making you cum?? who’s to deny that?? and also the instance you get to top her?? bet.

she’s just soft and slow at times, really taking her time, kissing you down your body, whispering the corniest shit to you like “we are gonna spend the rest of our life together, yeah?”— but it’s in her cute lil british accent so it doesn’t even matter, plus, you literally dig it.

I really cannot stress this enough— she is desperate to make you happy, she loves you so much she can feel that shit in her heart PHYSICALLY. nothing you do goes unnoticed— you are comfortable enough to let her access your body? she’s melting. you share your insecurities and secrets with her? she’s never telling anyone else ever.

fucks you with a sliiightly smaller strap than when she rams the shit out of you— but the way she talks you through it is so sweet and pure.

“fuck.. ur doing good, okay, love?”

“tell me if it gets too much, wont you, darling?”

“ur so sweet for me”

“you are so pretty, you know that?”

“I’m so proud of you.”

and when she’s about to cum—

“fuckfuck— iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou” as if there is some urgency to remind you

“hah— I’m close— I’m close.. cum with me?”

“mmh, I’m gonna cum, okay?”

“are you getting close?— mngghh..— want you to cum with me okay?”

“you— mmh— look so good when you are about to cum, darling.”

the aftercare is— im sorry to say— but it’s immaculate.

if you don’t feel like showering or bathing, she just brings you a warm, wet towel and wipes your privates as she leaves little kisses down your stomach

brings you a glass of water with a lemon in it n shit, gets all fancy and sometimes pops out the wine.

prepares a little snack like cheese n crackers or some kind of fruit

holds you and tells you how much she loves you, kissing your forehead and always making sure you fall asleep before her.

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01/11/25

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers Trailer | Kantbison + UNHINGED

CURRENT CAUSE OF DEATH.

I'm sorry - they did not prepare us for this. BDSM??? A 500-Days-of-Summer DANCE NUMBER?! THESE TWO ARE GOING TO BE SO INSANELY DERANGED AND CHAOTIC, I LOVE THAT FOR THEM.

[sqeeebus]

Is nobody talking about this??? Hugh Dancy in Basic Instinct 2?

How is nobody talking about this…

oh my god look at him.

[lixiesbrowniess]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒

Chapter Ⅰ

Professor!Jensen x Student!Fem!Reader

Reader is 22 Jensen is 35

Warnings: Nsfw, contains smut, angst, fluff, sexual tension, shyness, age gap, brat!fem/brat tamer!male, professor/student size difference, size kink, blowjob, fingering, almost getting caugth, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dominant/submissive, p in v, vanilla sex, rough sex, sliiight roleplay, slight forbidden love

Words count: 3.790k Reading time: 11 min

@le3n4a-23 helped me proofread this ( ´∀`)

Dividers cr. @cafekitsune check out the blog it's sooo pretty

Follow the don't like don't read rule please - MINORS DNI

You walked to the now empty classroom. You had to meet up with your professor, Mr Ackles, about your attitude in class these days... laughing during lessons, not paying attention, and not doing your tasks. Mr Ackles looked very much pissed when he told you to come meet him after class.

"Take a seat." His eyes pratically burned holes through your skull as you walked in. His voice rough and husky, like he had just woken up, your body moving casually "Sure Mr Ackles" she scoffs sitting on the chair in front of the desk, your bratty attitude testing his patience.

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, mumbling something under his breath, before looking back up at you. He crosses his arms over his chest and speaks again, a bit more harsh. "You know why you're here, correct?" You sighed. "Maybe." You curse to yourself, trying to shut the hell up with your attitude.

He raises an eyebrow and leans back in his chair, letting out a sharp exhale "Maybe is not an acceptable answer. You're here because you were being disruptive during class and didn't submit the homework that was given. Again." he rumbles. You open your mouth to talk back, but you stop yourself biting down on your lip, preventing words from flowing out.

He notices your behaviour, and his frown slowly becomes a scowl. "Are you going to say something, or are you just going to sit there in silence?" his green eyes burning into yours.

"Well, Mr Ackles, maybe I'm not so good during your lessons cause I'm bored." Words falling out of your lips before you even process, but damn, was Mr Ackles always that hot when pissed?

He scoffs at your words, clearly not amused by your attitude. "Bored? That's your excuse? You do realize it's your job to do the work, right?" his voice raspy now. "Not my job to make it interesting for you. I've caught you laughing in class and talking to your friends instead of working, more times than I can count. You're starting to get on my nerves, missy."

Your mind running at the nickname "Am I Mr Ackles?" You scoff, there's a moment of silence. Your heart starts racing. As he gets up from his seat, you shift in your seat, the skirt feeling suddenly shorter than ever and pretty tight.

He took a few steps closer to you. The look in his eyes was stern and they seemed colder than before. He spoke with authority. You could see him clenching his jaw... oh, the jaw clenching No focus. "Are you trying to piss me off, or are you just a natural?"

You can't help but press your thighs together under the little desk. "I'm not trying anything, Sir." You dare with that word. His eyes linger on your face for a moment before noticing your thighs being pushed together. His jaw clenches tighter as he quickly looks back up at your face and speaks again, sounding just as stern. "Is that right? Then why are you acting like a complete pain in the ass today, huh?"

"Oh really? I didn't notice." Your voice slightly higher, looking away from his taller figure while you shift onto your seat. Damn he looked hotter when stern and pissed. He stepped forward, now standing directly in front of you and leaned down on the desk so that he was leaning over you and staring you down.

"Oh, you most definitely are acting like a brat right now. And I have zero patience left for it. I'd watch your tone, little girl." You inhale deeply hearing him call you that, thighs helplessly pressing together. "I can't exactly concentrate on your lessons while you steal all my attention." She bites back, faking some sarcasm.

He raises an eyebrow at your comment, not expecting a snarky response like that from you. He can't help but notice your behaviour, and it makes him feel slightly flustered, although he doesn't let it show on his face. He leans a little closer to you, still speaking sternly. "Oh, are you saying I'm distracting you, hm?"

"Totally." You murmur, looking away, feeling him come closer. Fuck, was he testing you? 'Cuz you could actually fall for it. He smirked slightly at your answer, enjoying the fact that you were actually being honest for once. He leaned in even closer, his voice was a bit deeper as he spoke, but his tone still held the same authority. "And what is it exactly that's so distracting about me, hm?"

"You do know all the female audience at your lessons calls you Mr sexy right?" you ask, slightly losing yourself into his green eyes. No snap out of it. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, not expecting you to actually say that out loud. he chuckled slightly, his expression turning into a cocky one as he spoke,

"Really? Called Mr. Sexy? I never knew about that." You nod, not expecting the change in his tone when he gets bit cocky, his hand running onto his trimmed beard. Your breath hitching when he leans in his big hands onto your desk as he supports himself, his face closer now breath slightly against your skin as he spoke, his cologne musky in your nostrils.

"And judging by the way you're sitting in your chair, I'm guessing you agree with the students." She remains silent, slightly biting her lip to keep quiet, unknowingly shifting in her chair. Again.

He notices your small reactions, and it makes him feel pleased. He smirks to himself before he decides to lean down even closer, "....And you're not even trying to deny it, are you? Why is that?" You swallow as every muscle he moves tests your limits, he might have noticed your hints.

He stands up from leaning on the desk and makes his way back to his chair, sitting down and gesturing for you to come closer. He waits for you to get up and stand in front of his desk. Standing in front of him almost makes you melt on the spot, clothes feeling uncomfortable now.

He leaned back on his chair, his legs spread slightly as he looked up at you. Damn he always pulled that move in class, of course you didn't pay attention. He noticed your body language, how you were shifting uncomfortably and how your clothes seemed to be fitted on you. He patted his knee. "Sit."

You keeps telling yourself not to before speaking out loud, your voice stammering without permission. Damn it "The others might come in..." He smirks slightly, enjoying how flustered you were becoming from his words and actions. he shook his head and leaned forward, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap, your back now pressed against his chest

"Don't worry about them. I locked the door, we won't be bothered. He looks up at you, his eyes scanning over your body again, now being closer to you "I wouldn't want us to be interrupted anyway." His rough hands onto your waist makes a shiver run down your spine, fighting to stay still onto his lap.

"Always thought you liked the bratty behaviour." you spoke mindlessly without noticing you actually were talking out loud. He chuckled at your comment, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. "Bratty behaviour was fun the first few times, now it's just irritating. I prefer the more... honest version of you."

He then leaned closer again, his breath against your ear, now practically whispering in your ear, his voice deep and had a hint of huskiness, "And right now, it's like you're a completely different person. It's rather cute, actually.

You slightly lean with your elbows onto his desk, your back imperceptibly arching, you were having a hard time, almost giving up to the thrill. He notices your subtle movements, and he can't help but smirk at how responsive you are to his touch.

He leaned closer, his chest now pressing against your back as he puts his hands on your hips, slowly running his fingers over the exposed skin from the gap between your shirt and skirt "And I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this more than I should... don't you think?"

You hum slightly, hiding your face into your arms, leaning onto the desk in front of her feeling his rough hands onto her thighs, legs slightly spreading his hands slowly tracing up and down your thighs, his touch gentle yet firm. He can almost feel himself getting carried away, but he keeps his voice steady as he speaks, "You like my touch, don't you, dear? you're being so good for me now..." mischiefly

You shiver under his touch, it was a while since someone touched you like this, and you were enjoying it bit too much. "I'll remain the brat I am Mr Ackles" you murmurs, "or should I call you Sir?" you slightly joke, he smirks at your stubborn response, even though your body gives away your true feelings, and he slowly drags one of his hands up your inner thigh, his hand stopping when he reaches the edge of your skirt

"Oh, you can try. But I have a feeling you'll be a bit too distracted to act like a little brat when I'm done with you." He nips gently at your ear and speaks again, his tone lower now and his voice almost a growl. "I think I'd like it if you called me Sir." You shift in his lap, feeling him play with the hem of your skirt. You silently gasp, feeling his hardness pressed against your thighs.

He feels you squirm slightly in his lap, and he can't help but chuckle slightly, enjoying the way you respond to his touch. He takes a moment to press his hips against you so you can feel his growing hardness even more. He then whispers in your ear again. "Feels good, doesn't it? Can you feel what you're doing to me, hm?"

You gets all fidgety, legs slightly spreading more, giving him more access, you move your hips towards his. She whimpers, feeling his lips onto your neck. He notices you growing more flustered and restless, your body seeking more of his touch, and he can't help but feel pleased. He sucks on a sensitive spot on your neck, leaving a small mark there before he speaks again. "You're so eager for my touch, hm?"

You gasp when he gets up all of sudden, setting you over the desk having you bent over it. You squirm lightly the sudden act. Now standing behind you, his hands roaming over your hips and up your sides, occasionally slipping under your shirt to brush against your skin. He leans down, his body pressing against your back as he whispers in your ear. "Now that's a sight. Bent over my desk, squirming for me. All needy, huh?"

You whine silently, murmuring, "Yes, Sir." He chuckles at your response, his hands trailing up your body to rest on your hips, his touch gentle but firm. He then pulls your skirt up your waist, revealing your panties. "God, you're so eager. You want this, sweetheart? Are you sure?" You breathe heavily, almost whispering. "Yes. Sir"

He hums, pleased to hear you finally give in. He leans down, his chest pressing against your back, and he speaks again, his voice thick sending shiversdown your spine "That's what I like to hear missy" his hands slowly slide down your hips, and he grabs the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs.

The desk was pretty tall, you had to stand on your tiptoes, your mind running with thoughts, interrupted when. He takes a step back to unbutton and unzip his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxer briefs. Your hands grip the edges tensing in anticipation.

He then moves back to you, his body pressed up against your backside again, his hands grasping your hips tightly and his breathing a bit heavy as he speaks "You're so beautiful, you know that? I'm sorry I didn't notice until now." You gasp, feeling him pressing slightly to your entrance, such a tease oh my god. You whimper, jerking your hips to his.

Feeling you moving your hips against him , desperately seeking more. he leans down and kisses your neck, his breathing gets heavier as he murmurs against your skin "Tell me you want this"

You whimper "I want it" you squirm. "Sir, please" you whine, feeling him press himself to your. He can't hold back anymore, hearing you plead is driving him wild, he's never seen this side of you before and he is loving it. "Oh, I'm going to give it to you, baby." He tightens his grip on your hips even more and presses himself all the way inside, slowly filling you up.

You grip the edges of the desk whining softly feeling him swiftly entering you. You feel him stretching you out. He sighs finally feeling you around him, walls quivering around his lenght, You moan as he leans down, his chest lightly pressing against your back, his hardness shifting inside you. You shiver, as he starts moving, slowly pulling out and immediatly slamming back in.

He buries his face into your neck, setting a slow and deep pace, your moans getting noisy, head against the surface while you feel his lips onto your neck. As his teeth graze against your skin a soft yelp leaves your lips. His hand immediately clutches onto your mouth muffling your sounds to keep you quiet.

He moves his hand from your mouth to your throat, gently squeezing, you silently plead while he thrusts into you, his hand gripping your neck. He groans, feeling your body shaking under his touch. His hand keeps a firm grip on your throat, not enough to hurt, but just enough to control your moans.

"Quiet, sweetie. We don't want anyone to hear us, do we?" You slightly shake your head, you feel his hips snapping against yours, deeply and precisely, hitting every right spot "Don't want anyone to know what we're doing in here..." He grunts as his thrusts get slightly more aggressive, the desk creaking under you.

He moves his hand away from your throat and grabs your hair, tugging it lightly to pull your head back against his shoulder. "You're so good for me, sweetheart. All bratty just minutes ago. Isn't that right?" he mutters in your ear, his voice raspy ad deep. You try to keep your moans get quiet but the just get more almost obscene. Your hands holding to his arm while your head rests onto his shoulder.

A deep moan leaves his lips, he grabs your hand kissing it softly before pinning it down on the desk next to your head, his other hand still holding your waist. "You're being so good for me..." His voice is full of desire and pleasure, you feel your insides twisting. Your orgasm suddenly reaching you as you cum around him squeezing tightly, your hands gripping the edges of the desk, knuckles getting white.

He groans feeling you squeeze around him almost cutting him in half while his hips stutters. Your hand goes to your mouth covering it, trying to silence your cries of pleasure. Your back arching as he snaps his hips harder against you, the skin slapping sounds along with groans fill the room. The desk creaking under you.

He groans throwing his head back, his eyes shutting for a moment. You squeeze your eyes closed feeling his hips picking up the pace moving faster. He keeps a steady rhythm with his hips, the sound of the desk creaking and your soft moans and whimpers are filling the room, making him even more desperate for you. he whispers again in your ear, his voice low and strained "You feel so good sweetheart."

His breathing gets heavier, he's getting close and he can't hold back any longer "I'm so close, you're gonna make me lose it..." he grunts has his hips stutters still hitting deep and fast. His hand slides under you getting to your breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh while his other hand pulls your hips against his, chasing his orgasm. "Just a little more..." He groans as his pace becomes more desperate and erratic. Your breath heavy, whimpers timing with his thrusts.

His thrusts still deep but getting little sloppier, his deep silent groans arousing you even more. Hands holding you close to his body while you slightly tremble under him. "Oh god..." You moan loudly, his hand flying to cover your mouth while you cum again legs slightly convulsing. "You have to be quiet sweetheart, remember?" His breath irregular as yours while he keeps slamming into you.

You nod softly, pleading with your eyes, his release about to hit any seconds now "Almost there baby..." He grunts groaning, his movements desperate. The desk slightly moves with his thrusts while your moan into his hand, feeling him throb into you. Her whimper louder when you push yourself as deep as you can, your thrusts coming to a stop as you finally let go. Holding himself inside you, thick white ropes filling you up. He curses to himself, his chest heaving while he catches his breath.

He buries his face into your neck, trying to calm his breathing, his heart racing "That was incredible" his voice raspy. Yep, you totally agree with that. He can feel your body against his, and he can't resist the urge to move again, slowly rocking his hips into you. He moans quietly against your ear, his breath hot on your skin "You're so soft and warm, sweetheart." He can sense your body shaking and trembling, and he knows you're close. He leans down and kisses your neck again, his lips gently against your sensitive.

You moans out his name while he presses you and fucks you against the desk, the wood creaking "C'mon let go... it's the last one love" He whispers in your ear, his hands holding you in place while he thrusts into you from behind, Your leg fold upwards shaking as you feel the third orgasm approaching.

Your whines timing with his motions, doubling the pleasure when he holds your still, going deeper as your legs fold. You cum again squirting from the intense overstimulation. His hips slamming against you at the same time and stopping while you cum, his hands onto the desk supporting himself onto it. He leans forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder, trying to compose himself.

You tremble, whining as he pulls out, "How'd you expect me to focus on your lessons after this?" You murmur softly breathing heavily. You slowly hop down the desk, legs wobbly. He hands over some wet wipes. He chuckles, hearing your comment, he takes a step back, giving you a few moments to regain your bearings. "Trust me, sweetheart, you're going to find it very hard to concentrate now." He replies, a hint of a smirk on his face.

"At least I know how to achieve barely good grades." You joke, pulling your skirt down and your panties back up. He laughs at your joke, watching as you adjust your clothes, his eyes flickering over your body. "Well, maybe that's gonna give you a little extra motivation." He teases. "Aw Mr Ackles you mean you won't give me a good grade even if I give you head?" You looks at him, long lashes fluttering

He swallows hard as you look at him, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks. He can't help but feel a little flustered by your blunt question. "Uh...well, umm...that's not exactly what I meant." He stutters a little, his mind racing with some not so appropriate thoughts. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "You said you liked me better when being honest... want me to be?" you ask, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. Eyes exploring his muscles, and you never noticed how built Mr Ackles actually was.

He feels your eyes roaming over his muscles, and he can hardly believe the effect you have over him. He swallows again, his throat feeling a little dry, before finally responding. "Uh... well, I mean... I do appreciate honesty, sure." He replies, his voice a little hoarse.

"I actually thought about giving you head more than I like to admit. I guess I was being a brat on purpose." You grin maliciously, shivers run down your spine as his authoritative eyes stop onto yours, blushing at the intense gaze looking at your hands to escape it. He can feel a surge of heat wash over him as you admit that to him, his eyes widening a little at your confession. His mind racing with thoughts and images of you. "You were... trying to get my attention, then?" He asks, his voice a little lower than usual, his eyes still fixed on yours.

You nod blushing a little more, he takes a small step closer to you, closing the distance between your bodies. "You have my attention now, sweetheart." His voice lower. "You mean you don't mind me being younger? or being your student?" You suddenly spoke without even acknowledging it, He's surprised by your question, but he doesn't hesitate to reply. "No, I don't mind at all. In fact, I kind of like it. Makes this whole situation a little...more exciting, don't you think?"

He chuckles softly seeing you blushing and trying to calm down, finding it absolutely adorable. He gently lifts your chin with his hand, making you look up at him. "You have no idea how beautiful you are when you're blushing like this, you know" he murmurs, his eyes roaming your face, taking in every small detail.

He glances at the clock on the wall, suddenly reminded of the time limit they have. he looks back at you, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Oh, we still have arround 30 min... any ideas what we could do in that time, sweetheart?" He asks, his voice dripping with innuendo.

"Guess we can fulfil my fantasies" You murmur, pushing him back on his chair and getting on your knees, practically under the desk

He's a little surprised by your sudden action, but he doesn't resist as you push him down into his chair. He watches you, a mixture of arousal and disbelief on his face as you kneel down between his legs."Oh, sweetheart, you're very eager, aren't you?" he says, his voice a little strained, his eyes watching you with an intense gaze.

Your little interaction is interrupted by a knock on the door "Mr. Ackles, you in there?"

...to be continued

| Jensen Masterlist |

[spirit-lanterns]

Now that Tingyun 5* has 9 tails, I imagine her closing her tails around us like a curtain. Boom, private sex in public anywhereee 👀 her new form really gives her the alpha and dom energy ngl

Imagine being engulfed in a giant ball of fluff because Tingyun is too possessive over you to let you be uncovered. Not even your head peeks out from her fur as Tingyun enjoys rubbing her scent all over you and watching you drown in her tails.

Also, it’d be funny if someone like Yukong was like “where’s (Reader)?” and when she looks over at Tingyun, she just grins smugly and spreads her tails to reveal you perfectly nestled in her lap like you’re hiding away from the world. Her tails really are the most comfortable hiding place on the Luofu 🩷

[sualne]

some later kidlu stuff (part 2 - nsfw)

[transingthoseformers]

NO BECAUSE NOW I'M THINKING ABOUT SOUNDWAVE UNEXPECTEDLY WAKING UP IN BERTH WITH STARSCREAM AFTER A HARD DAY 😭😭😭

[meangreennunseen]

Tbh nothing makes me laugh more than drawing human partners with Primarchs. Just the sheer size difference is hilarious, not really even talking about how uncomfortable any physical interactions especially sex would be.

[videodrme]

JAMES SPADER as GRAHAM DALTON SEX, LIES, AND VIDEOTAPE (1989) dir. Steven Soderbergh

[letternotekisses]

I fear I have Lúcio Correia dos Santos brainrot and there is no cure so enjoy my thoughts

Lucio is the type of guy who CANNOT get his hands off you. Ever. He just can’t believe he managed to pull someone as hot as you. Every little thing just turns him on! Vacuuming the living room? Hard. Boring overwatch meeting? One glance at you and he’s excusing himself to the bathroom. Literally patching him up during a mission? Lord help that little dork because he thinks he might actually combust. He can’t help but want to drag you off to satiate his desires. 🐸

I fear you are utterly and amazingly right, anon.

When Lucio is in love, it’s impossible to turn it off for him, even the most mundane of things have him working up a sweat under his collar or hardening in his trousers. Tried a new hairstyle? He’s fawning and hyping you up. Doing the dishes? He’s coming up behind you to pepper your neck in ticklish kisses.

New, low-cut top that shows a bit of chest and plenty of collarbone? He’s rock solid under the table, sending you a dirty text message that has heat climbing your neck in the middle of a very important Overwatch meeting. (Winston trying to interrogate figure out who ate the rest of his peanut butter)

Lucio is a loving man who adores every aspect of his partner, and I might just say it, I think he sometimes cries during or after sex. I think he gets a little overwhelmed with it all, how beautiful you look glancing up at him with a genuine, heartfelt smile? He’s gone. He’s finished. His heart has exploded.

He’s also anything BUT selfish, going as far as to overstimulate himself just to ensure that you cum, humping into you like a jackhammer, whining on top of you with a tantalising sheen of sweat slicking his abs. And don’t get me started on quickies with him. Hot, fast and undeniably risky? He won’t tell you but he gets off on the adrenaline rush. 💞💞💞

[fuzybby]

My Raven

Astarion x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Nothing wrong with some good ol' love making with Astarion, now is there?

CW: LOVEY LOVE LOVE ITS SO LOVEY IT'S GROSS, cumming inside, reader has a hole and it's being used but not specified which hole.

And while the night seemed quiet and slow, the leaves on the nearby trees swaying in the short wind, the cries from two lovers demanded the moon's and stars' attention. All eyes were on them as the love they shared was on display.

You and Astarion, Astarion and you. Two perfect lovers, fitting together like a puzzle piece, sitting atop his waist, moving your hips in time with his pleas. He gripped your hips like a vice, his fingernails making half-moon crescents develop into your skin.

You call his name, he calls yours. How quaint.

The dark light from the full moon shines on your back, and the scene unfolding in Astarion’s eyes is like watching a god conquer a city, or create life in a meadow.

You huff, moan, and whine as his cock hits the deepest parts of you. It’s like he wants to bury himself in your guts and never leave.

And maybe, that’s exactly what Astarion wants. He wants to own you, but not in a possessive way like he’s so used to thinking. He wants to own your heart and your body only a sweet lover would want.

For the first time in a long time, he’s not climbing out of his mind to have sex. He’s staying in the moment, committing your scent to memory, how your hands feel as they skim his nipples and down to his stomach. He commits the memory of you bouncing on his cock like such a sweet little thing. His thoughts race as he imagines you in other positions he could put you in. Bending you over a bed in a small home, presumably yours, on your back where he can touch and bite wherever he wants, holding you close in a chair as you stuff yourself full of him.

Your body races, and tingles. You can feel your toes curling as Astarion continues to hit that sweet spot inside of you. You can feel everything around you. The sweat from your skin falls from the tip of your nose onto Astarions stomach, and the short wind blows your hair into your face, causing you to have to pull it out of your vision with a giggle.

You’re aware of the way Astarion is looking at you. His pupils are wide and his teeth are clenched, he looks in pain. You go to ask him what’s wrong before he quickly shifts positions. He grips your waist and flips you onto your back in the cold dirt, settling in between your thighs and sinking into you once more. Being filled again and again relentlessly.

Your hand fumbles around his body, looking for his own. He leans down over your own beautiful body to grab your hand. Pushing it into the dirt as his eyes lock onto yours. Never has the color red looked so mesmerizing to you as it does now.

He calls your name again, softer. Like a real lover would do when they ask for a favor.

You can tell Astarion is close by the way his mouth hangs open and no noises come from him, and you feel as if you are going to cum too. Your whole body is alight, everywhere he touches prickles against your skin.

You hold one another close as you both climax. Screaming for one another into the air above, praying that your companions haven’t heard your extravagant cries for one another.

Astarion looks exhausted above you, and you pull him closer to your chest to lie on.

“Lay with me for a bit, please,” You whisper.

“Of course, my raven.” He murmured.

And in that moment, the world had stopped. There were no mind flayers, and no bloody messes with strangers, It was you and Astarion, Astarion and you. Forever as one.

[plaguechyld]

I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU!!!

Gently fucking kagaya to sleep bc he's been so stressed lately :((( He's trying so hard to stay awake but he's just too sleepy and and comfortable.

OMG YESYESYEYSYEYSYESSS AHHH ❤️❤️

This poor man is so stressed, always visiting the graves of the dead slayers. :(( His body just can’t take the long walks but that doesn’t stop him from trying, but when he heard that Kyojuro died he was just so upset even if he wouldn’t show it. :(( He really wants to stay up all night again memorizing his dead slayers names but his body is just so weak and tired from all the stress. :((( So it’s up to his dear partner to fuck him to sleep, but make sure to be gentle with him, he can’t take it if you’re rough and/or mean. :(

Contains: 18+ content, soft sex, Dom!Reader, Sub!Kagaya, Reader being a gentle dom, cute fluffy sex

Kagaya’s hand shakes as he reaches it up and gently pinches the bridge of his nose, tiredness fogged his mind and it made him hard to listen to you reading out the seemingly never ending list of deceased slayers.

He was so determined to not let his weariness get the best of him. In his mind he needed to memorize his fallen comrades, if he didn’t know their names then who would?

“Dear, could you repeat the name you said… I didn’t quite get it. I’m sorry..” Kagaya says quietly, his voice is sleepy and his blind eyes are half lidded. You can’t help but feel concerned for your husband, and also admire him. He showed so much effort despite his ailing state, never once stopping despite his sickness. You sigh softly and rest your hand over Kagaya’s slightly shaky one and rub the back of his hand with your thumb. Gently, you ease him out of his chair wordlessly, helping him up and having him lay down on your shared bed. He looks up at you with his sightless eyes, a calmly confused look on his face.

“Y/n, why have you.. laid me down? I need to memorize more names…” He says softly. Kagaya is surprised when he’s met by your gentle hand rubbing his cheek, though he leans into the touch. His cheeks redden slightly when he feels you ease your way on top of him.

“Y/n…” He starts, however you cut him over with a finger being placed on his lips. “You need to rest, you’re working too hard, my dear.” You say to him in that gentle voice he loves oh so much. He was about to protest when he feels your soft lips on his neck, making him suck in a soft gasp. Almost instinctively, he spreads his legs, blush coating his cheeks even more now. You smile softly at him and even though he can’t see it, he can feel it.

“But dear..” He’s interrupted by a yawn coming from him as he holds onto you. “I.. I need to.” You make a sound in disagreement and no matter how much Kagaya want’s to continue, he knows he can’t without you reading the names out. He squeaks softly when he feels you push his legs up, making his thighs rest beside his head. He knows what’s coming and while he isn’t truly against it, he still wants to keep going. However you don’t let him get a word in because when he opens his mouth to speak, he’s met with a warm tongue. You let his legs fall back against the bed, knowing he couldn’t take that position for long. It was more of a non verbal cue to let him know what you were going to do.

He let out a soft and content sigh when he felt your hands gently caressing his body while undoing his robe. You continue your deep kiss with the man you love most for a while longer, only pulling away when you had managed to completely strip him of all his clothes. He blushed softly, knowing his body was exposed and vulnerable to you. You leaned in and started placing soft and gentle kisses on his neck, making different patterns that mainly consist of hearts. Your hands rub his chest for a bit before you pinch his nipples with care and gentleness. The action elicited a soft moan from the ravenette.

You moved your mouth down, trailing more kisses along the way. Eventually you reached one of his nipples. You take the soft skin in your mouth, playing with the sensitive bud and making Kagaya’s back arch slightly in surprise. He tugged softly at your kimono, too shy to say anything. With a soft chuckle you pull him into another deep kiss while pushing his legs apart.

He felt your fingers slowly push into his hole, making him let out a muffled whimper into your mouth. You savor the sound as it’s not often the two of you indulge in sexual activity, Kagaya often deciding he is too busy. However tonight was one of those nights.

You gently stretch his hole, pressing your fingers against his prostate. Kagaya lets out a soft whimper, his hands moving to hold onto your back. His legs shake slightly, he was always weaker when it came to times like this.

Your fingers draw out moans and whimpers as Kagaya presses himself down on them, trying to fuck himself on your fingers weakly. He let out a soft whine when you pull your fingers from his loosened hole, his mind was too fuzzy to realize you had finished prepping him and were preparing to actually fuck him. He cries out softly when he feels your tip pushing into him and he holds onto you tighter, trying to bury his face in your neck. Soon enough you completely sheath yourself in him, his walls squeeze you tightly as he lets out a moan.

Kagaya’s eyes drift closed no matter how hard he tried to fight his urge to sleep. He let out soft moans and whimpers with every gentle thrust of your hips. He just couldn’t help it, he feels so comfortable and good in your arms. He held weakly onto you still, but his grip was loose.

“Y-y/n…” He whimpered out in a warning, signaling that he was close. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead and roll your hips faster, causing him to let out a louder and longer moan. He just couldn’t help himself, he feels so warm and full and his body needed sleep so desperately. He lets out a soft cry when gets close to orgasming. He’s so so close and he shakily reaches for your face. Naturally you comply and kiss him deeply as ropes of white pearlescent cum shoots from his dick. The stimulation and intense feelings are too much for Kagaya and sleep tugs him away, causing him to pass out in your arms. You smile gently at him and place a final kiss on his forehead before retreating to retrieve a rag to clean your husband with.