#he has the sexiest jaw I’ve ever seen

[kariighost]

I feel like Levi is absolutely obsessed with jaw kisses. He’s the type to where u kiss him on his jaw and he loses his goddamn mind, barely holding back the groan in the back of his throat. I’m talking this man has his head thrown back as u slowly trail kisses down the side of his jaw, he’s muttering curses and about 2 seconds away from pinning you down below him with your hands above your head, ready to take you right then and there. He goes absolutely crazy for it.

[sexlapis]

# SALT AND PEPPER (but mostly salt)

ᝰ.ᐟ nanami x gn!reader

mini fic, fluff, suggestive, aging, reader and nanami are married, reader is a silver fox!

⤷ nanami was prepared for a lot of things when it came to getting older. what he wasn’t prepared for, was how hot his spouse would get…

a/n: thinking about how much i love grey/white/silver hair on a woman or man……..sorry….

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with growing up, getting old and becoming more seasoned, there came many life changes.

health scares, career adjustments, new found gratitude for the most simplest of things and for some reason, a sudden influx of more bills when you get a raise…and you are always due for an eye appointment.

but one thing that has changed is…you.

more specifically, how sexier you’ve become.

now, don’t nanami wrong, he has always found you sexy, beautiful, cute, attractive, pretty, all of the words underneath the sun.

a few years earlier is when he realised it.

the new, grey hairs peaking at your temples.

they were thin and hardly noticeable to an outsider. but nanami noticed everything about you.

he mentioned it one morning.

“do you know your greys are coming in?”

“ugh, i know.” you touch you temples, feeling where they are, like grey hairs felt different somehow. “you can’t really see them now, but i’ll have to dye them in, like, four years or something.”

“…or you could just…let them grow out…?”

you snort. “yeah, right. why don’t i bleach my eyebrows next?”

you leave it at that, and so does nanami and the discussion of your hair is put to an end.

until a few years later.

as of now, the hair of your head is a light grey colour, with slivers of silver and white that beamed, especially highlighted when you are underneath the sun.

your face has changed too.

crows feet now wrinkled the corners of your eyes, smile lines framed your lips, the dips of your jowls now replaced your streamlined jaw and darker, freckled spots were sprinkled over your cheeks and nose.

and, my gosh, did it drive nanami crazy.

the way the experience of life now appeared on your face, you body, your hands and your hair made him more attracted to you. more than he even thought he could be.

and that says a lot.

“your hair.” he starts. you both sit at the breakfast table, a newspaper in nanami’s hand and a cup in yours. “your hair is nice.”

“really?” you ask, surprised and slightly incredulous. you reach your hand up and ruffle your hair. “you know, i was thinking of dyeing it back-“”

“don’t dye it…please. never dye it.”

“oh? nanami…” you smirk at him. “do you think i’m a … fox?”

“you’re the sexiest fox i’ve ever seen, sweetheart.”

“it sounds kinda weird when you say it like that, but i’ll take it!”

nanami chuckles and shakes his head. he stares at you for a moment before speaking. “come here.” he pats his lap.

you place your cup down, strolling to where he sits and plopping yourself onto his lap.

his hands wrap around your hips and yours his neck.

“you’re growing up so wonderfully, baby.” he kisses your jaw. “being old suits you.”

you giggle. “you too, kenny.”

you don’t think he believes you based on the shake of his head, but you know that you’re correct and that’s all that matters.

after a few minutes of peaceful silence, you decide to break it.

“…so,” you sigh, resting you cheek on nanami’s shoulder, “you know how you like my new sexy silver fox hair?”

“yes?” nanami responds, grinning.

“how about we grow you a beard, nanami kento?”

“…”

a/n: short n sweet <3

[6ronze]

JUST A BIT

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ — wuthering waves characters : scar. fem!reader. format : oneshot. warnings : nsfw. mdni. scar flirting. brief masturbation. knee grinding. scar mostly focusing on your pleasure. long story short : just some scar getting rover service like he always wanted in the game notes : reader is addressed as rover + imagine ur wearing fem!rover’s top

You shouldn’t be with him. But here you are, at some isolated abandoned village with Scar, a member of the Fracsidus, also your supposed enemy. Scar has always had an interest in you—it wasn’t something he hid.

He wanted you, your attention, your anger, anything. And he was quite eager for it too considering how never stops following you, bugging you, fighting and threatening your friends just enough for them to call for your help. It was ridiculous really, how not even his sister knew why exactly he was utterly obsessed with you. You thought maybe it was because of the past you had forgotten—but from the shit he keeps asking and teasing you, it doesn’t seem like he personally gives a fuck about your past.

“Rover, maybe you should start thinking that coming to an abandoned village alone would be dangerous, hm?” Scar mused almost condescendingly, his hand gripping your wrists and pushing them down onto the bed beneath you.

“You’ll never know when there’s some trickster that might pull some tricks on you like this, princess,” he chuckled, pushing his kneed onto the bed between your legs as he leaned lower to you, a sly grin on his face despite the scowl on your face.

“Not me though. I’m just an opportunist,’’—was what he said to quickly defend himself before you bark an accusation at him.

“You fucking snuck behind me in the shadows, Scar—you’re a goddamn trickster if I’ve ever seen one,” You bit back with furrowed brows, your nose scrunched up to emphasise your displeasure.

“Then why’d you come here even when my letter clearly had my name stated on it?” Scar queried, his tone telling you he was planning on nit-picking every mistake you did as Huanglong’s Hero, as the magistrate’s trusted friend, if you kept on fighting back. The question made you settle down a bit, though the your glares didn’t falter.

“I came because I was curious, okay? Maybe you had some information to share or something,” you answered. Naive, you knew. Yet you didn’t exactly care. Scar wasn’t keen on hurting you, he never really was. All he asked from you so far was for you to join the Fracsidus. Though what intrigued you more about him was why he was so awfully attentive of you, so interested.

“What about you? Why’d you lure me here and push me down onto this bed like an animal?” You returned the question, tilting your head to the side at him.

“Well, that’s easy. I want some alone time with you,” Scar answered with ease, his frankness making you suspicious.

“While I don’t mind your little friends, I like having you alone much better,” he added, his smirk never leaving as he gazed down at you with those eyes—those eyes that looked like they wanted to devour you whole every time you met them with your own gaze.

“Now.. let’s get to real reason why I wanted you here,’’ he muttered, his voice awfully lower now. He leaned down to your laid figure further, his body hovering above yours until his hips brushed against yours.

It was almost like you were panicking—and that was unlike you. Rather than clawing at his wrists to make him release you, you squirmed. And those little fidgets of yours earned the sexiest laugh you’ve heard from him, his voice low and slightly raspy below your ear with his warm breath brushing against your jaw. Lords, this deranged man.

“Scar, what are you—’’

“Shh.. let me have my fair share of you, hm?” He whispered right above your skin, his voice no longer as playful as it was before.

Before you could part your lips to repeat his name, a sharp gasp was ripped from you, your entire body jolting slightly at the feeling of his tongue licking along the curve of your earlobe. Your wrists squirmed a bit more, your body shifting beneath his at the slight ticklish feeling you gained from him nipping your ear.

“Not refusing me much anymore, are you?” He muttered once he released the shell on your ear. He moved lower, changing his target to your enticing jaw that kept on moving due to your lips that couldn’t stay shut.

Scar attacked the sensitive skin beneath your chin, making you turn your head the other way. He’s using his tongue way too much—you internally complained, not liking how much he had you panting and flushed from a few nips and kisses alone.

“What? I have a feeling that you have something to say to me, pretty thing,” Scar murmured with a breathy laugh between his sucks and kisses on your skin.

“Go ahead, don’t be shy. Be as vocal you want—I need you to be,” he added, making you hate him for uttering the last few words with such a pleading manner.

You couldn’t speak up much at all at this point, your eyes glazed over with every stinging suck and bite he made on your skin as he trailed lower to your neck, then impatiently heading to your collarbones.

You whimpered softly when you felt him groan against your skin, uttering a curse in such a lewd way that his voice drew out long like a needy moan. The reason for why exactly Scar was getting rougher was because your hips kept on grinding up against him, though you were probably doing it subconsciously due to the ache you had in your slit.

You couldn’t help it, as much as you disliked it. You were grinding onto him like an animal in heat, rolling your hips against his and rubbing your cunt against his knee. If it weren’t for his body weight holding you down, you would have had slid your pussy up and down his thigh rather than just stopping at his knee.

“I’ll be so happy if you cum on me baby, please, do it for me,” Scar uttered out of nowhere, the encouragement making you whine. Your wrists twisted and turned in his grasp above your head with how turned on that little sentence made you.

You wanted to ask him how he knew you were close, but you couldn’t mutter a single word that wasn’t his name at the moment. You could feel that tight knot in lower belly beginning to come undone, and your legs parted further to have more pressure on your clit, feeling your slick juices seeping through your panties beneath your skirt.

“Scar, ‘m gonna..” you warned half-heartedly, not having the energy to focus on warning him for your orgasm when you were focused on chasing your high.

“Mhm, I know sweetheart. Give it to me, sweet girl,” he cooed against your chest, his wet lips leaving your chest to make way to your tits, using his teeth to bite onto the fabric and move it aside to release your breast.

He didn’t hesitate to latch onto your hardened nipple, greedily swirling his tongue around the bud and releasing one of your wrists to cup your other breast, fondling it shamelessly while rubbing the erect nipple between his middle and index finger.

That was all you needed to bring you over the edge, your hips bucking into him in jerky movements with your now free hand clawing onto his back.

With one last moan of his name leaving your lips, your eyes rolled to the back at the intense orgasm you didn’t you could experience, the intensity from it all making you hold onto him with your breaths heavy and your cunt fluttering with each clench you involuntarily made against his now ruined clothed knee.

It was all sticky and wet from your juices, though your blank mind couldn’t care less about it at the moment. And Scar, simply couldn’t care. Not when he had you, the honoured rover, the rover he’d been pining for so long, finally in his arms as mumbling mess—and it was all because of him. He could have swore he was about to cum just from the realisation. But he won’t. He’ll save it for you.

“Now, now, rover. Don’t pass out on me yet. I need you to take responsibility for the mess you made on me clothes,” Scar drawled, pulling away from your swollen nipple with a soft pop before he leaned away just enough to get a good look at you.

Responsibility for his clothes? You would have slapped him by now if it weren’t for the after-glow that you had you in daze at the moment. You flickered your glassy eyes over to him, watching him shift between your legs and climbing onto the mattress fully now. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight that greeted you between his own legs.

“Aw, rover, no staring. That’s rude,” Scar teased, his hands releasing yours as they moved over to his hips, his fingers deftly unbuckling his belt and pulling it off him completely for him to toss aside carelessly.

You couldn’t but stare at him, not having much shame left in you now to look away. Your eyes followed his every move, watching him undo the zip and button to his pants before lowering down to his thighs to reveal his hard cock that impatiently sprung free.

“Mmh.. look how hard you made me, rover. I can’t help myself when you moans are so pretty right beside my ear,” He muttered, his hand wrapping around his length to give it a few pumps, his shaft slick with precum.

“Don’t salivate for me, baby, you’ll make me shy,” he mused, his voice evidently breathier than usual from the feeling of his own hand stroking his cock—though it mostly because he was so tempted on jerking off to the state you were in right now.

[bullet-prooflove]

Yours: Terry Silver x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @volumesofforgottenlore @kmc1989 @somethingdarkside17 @noonee333

The first time Terry takes you to bed it’s a seduction. It’s slow, roving  palms that chase over your body through the pretty floral dress you’re wearing, wandering lips that ghost along the curve of your jaw and down the hollow of your throat. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, the desire searing through your nerve endings. Your thighs straddle his hips on the couch that costs more than your entire apartment building back home in LA. He’s firm underneath you, hard relentless muscle that rubs just right against you as his fingertips begin to unfasten your dress.

It’s when the fabric begins to slide from your shoulders that you remember the underwear you’re wearing. Simple black cotton. You hadn’t expected to go to end up in his hotel suite tonight, on his lap, your whole body ablaze with pleasure.

“I’m sorry it’s not pretty.” You whisper as your dress flutters to the carpeted floor.

He looks up at you then, his vibrant blue eyes boring into yours as he cradles your face between his hands.

“Baby, you are the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

You kiss him then because in that moment you believe him. You smile as he carries you to bed, his strong hands keeping you taut against him before he lays you down on the mattress. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, not as he unbuttons his shirt or when he removes his trousers. His black boxershorts cling to his form, his hard cock accentuated by the cut of the design.

“Christ you’re beautiful.” You find yourself saying as you kneel up on the bed, your fingertips ghosting along the pink scar that mars his flesh.

His cheeks colour as he leans in close, his lips brushing over yours.

“You know, you’re the first woman to ever tell me that.” He whispers as he drapes his body over yours.

“That can’t be right.” You tell him, your fingertips brushing a stray lock of hair back behind his ear. “You truly are the most handsome man.”

His lips curve up into smile as you arch against him, the press of molten flesh making your head tip back into the pillow as your breathing hitches.

“Oh baby.” He murmurs as his mouth chases over your bare skin. “You say the sweetest damn things.”

He ruins you that night, his lips exploring all of those sensitive places, his tongue plunging deep. You climax with your hands in his hair, his name on your lips and it just the most beautiful sound Terry’s ever heard.

You’re breathless as he kisses his way up your body, your skin flushing that pretty shade of pink as he prolongs out the ecstasy for as long as he can. His leaking cock brushes over your molten heat but he holds himself back because he’s ready to lose himself in you, to give you everything he has.

“This can’t be a one time thing.” He tells you, his thumb tracing over the apple of you cheek as he looks into your eyes. “If we do this then I belong to you and you belong to me. There is no going back.”

“Terry.” You smile as your thighs tighten around his waist. He moans out loud, burying his face into the curve of your throat as you draw him into your tight, wet cunt. “I was yours from the moment you sat down next to me.”

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[starsomens]

“Okay how about this dress ?” You asked

“Baby, for the last time, you could be in my shirt and boxers and you’d still look gorgeous”

Currently you were trying on a few dresses you had bought for a maternity shoot you would be doing in a couple of hours. You really do regret picking the dress out last minute. So you had asked Noah to help you pick one but so far he thinks everything is looking good on you.

“ as much as I love trying on clothes and modeling them for you, you’re not any help with choosing” you laugh as you unzipped the dress from the side and let it fall to your feet. You turn around to face your full body mirror and let out a heavy side as your hands rest on your waist

Noah comes over and rest his chin on your shoulder as his long arms wrap around you and his large cup the swell of your stomach

“ you know you look really good like this” he smirks at you in the mirror

“What?! When I gained more than 10 pounds and I look like a ball? Not to mention all the stretch marks I have.” You try and point out flaws but he shakes his head.

“Nope, still, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen” he kisses your shoulder, giving your stomach a stroke “

He pulls out his phone and snaps a quick picture of his arm, still cradling your bump, and you giving him a kiss on the cheek “ this has to be my favorite so far he comments

“ actually….. I do have something I want to show you, but I’ve been a little scared” you said, biting your bottom lip

“ new clothes?” he asked. You shake your head and go over to your drawer and pull out a small bag.

Inside the bag was a set you had bought yourself to help you feel comfortable in your ever-changing body. It was a deep, cherry red lingerie set. his eyes widen at the fabric and his mouth forms into a smile

“ Well what are you waiting for a try it on sexy” turning you around to go and try your bathroom. You go in and begin to dress into the set your heart was racing, not knowing how he would react to it or how you really felt wearing it. When you peaked through the door, he was on your shared bed, waiting patiently like a child waiting on his reward for doing all his chores. 

“Wel it was meant to be after the baby came you know…and after the weight and all but uh…” you are out and his jaw falls to the floor”what do you think?” You ask

“Gimme a spin” he said twirling his finger at you

“Mhm….ive turned you into a certified milf” he says proudly as he stands from the bed “baby this is gorgeous, you look so fucking beautiful in it” he said still looking. You over

“I might have to remind you of the goddess you are later on” he smirks knowing damn well what he was implying

“Mhm, well Mr.Sebastian that’s if this photoshoot goes right and we can get wings afterwards” you try and negotiate with the giant

“Done and done. Anything you gorgeous”

[eveysreadingcorner]

ACOTAR Fanfic Part One

Setting: Takes place after ACOWAR.

Rated R

Characters: (Y/N), Lyndra, Osmand, Rhysand, Feyre, Crush (unknown)

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“Can I have that one, please?” I ask the merchant.

I’m walking around the town of velaris as I do every Friday morning. Today feels like a good day:) Rhysand my high lord has announced the victory against Hybern. The night court has won the war against hybern and there’s a huge celebration tomorrow night. The merchant hands me my goods.

“Thank you.” I smile to him.

I’m definitely going to need to buy a dress for the party. I’m on my way to meet my best friend Lyndra. We decided to have a nice lunch today and chat before the celebration tomorrow. I walk towards our favorite spot in Velaris. A small brunch spot with a perfect view of the mountains , shops and people of velaris.

“Lyndra” I yell. I spot her talking to Osmand. My other best friend. I hadn’t realized he was joining us today. Lyndra is wearing a casual everyday dress that probably make her golden hair shine and big brown eyes glitter. She’s so gorgeous.

Lyndra and Osmand turn to look at me. Osmand is wearing brown slacks and a Paige shirt with sleeves. It makes his green long hair and his green eyes stand out. I rush towards them and they pull me into a bear hug.

“Omg guys I can’t breath.” I exaggeratedly gasp for air.

“What took you so long?” Lyndra screams at me, lightly pushing me.

I show her the necklace I bought from the merchant. I got it as a symbol of our victory. It’s a gold necklace with the mountains and stars that says “night court.”I’m forever grateful to live here in velaris. I will do whatever I can to repay my highlords to live in this city.

“Omg it’s beautiful I want one” she exclaims. Osmand gives an approving nod and grabs the necklace to get a better look at it.

“How excited are you guys for tomorrow?” Osmand asks as we make our way to the hostess of Cafe Velaris.

Internally screaming.

“What do u think?! We need to go shopping , let’s go to a boutique.” My eyes practically bulge out my sockets.

The hostess takes us down in a booth near the back of the shop.

“Definitely, I’m picturing a purple knee length dress with lace as the sleeves” lyndra answers as she sits down.

“I don’t know what I want yet.” I admit.

“You’d look great in anything (y/n).” Osmand tells me.

I smile at him. He’s so sweet. Too bad he’s taken. He took out our high lady’s sister Elaine on a date. Don’t ask me how he did it. Apparently he found her looking sad in a garden when he was bringing in some boxes from the market and offered his sympathy and words. Although it makes me a bit jealous, I already have my eyes on someone. I don’t think I’m jealous of her more just at the fact that he’s not around as much.

“ earth to (Y/N)!” Lyndra shakes my shoulders. She’s sitting on my left and Osmand is sitting infront of us.

“Sorry, what?” My attention is back.

“LOOK.” She mutters so only I can hear shoving me slightly. I scan the room very casually. My lips part and I know exactly what she’s referring to.

A couple booths away I see our high lady, high lord and his circle chatting away. I get all giddily inside when I see him. My heart beating louder and harder in my chest as I watch.

God, he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.

I have no idea of his name. He always hangs around with Rhysand and Feyre. I think he’s a body guard or something. He definitely works close with them. I’ve been crushing on him for months. I see him here and there around town but he isn’t around much. He doesn’t talk much and keeps to himself.

He’s taking a bite of his pancakes and than he looks up and he’s looking at me!! Our eyes meet and I try my hardest to look like I’m not fucking dying internally. His eyes are so beautiful. Hazel eyes, his sharp jaw, pouty lips and fluffy black hair. God I can get lost in him. I casually look down and bite my lip.

“You are guys are annoying as fuck.” Osmand says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turn to my left to see Lyndra also staring into space. I laugh out loud.

“Just go talk to him (Y/N).” He continues, while looking at me.

“I can’t just go up there and talk to him! He works with our high lord.” I reply in a hush.

“Yes, you can talk to him. I talked to Elaine and that’s our high lady’s sister.” He replies casually.

I shake my head in awe. He’s crazy if he thinks I can just talk to him.

Lyndra joins the conversation and says “to be honest, you’ve been making googly eyes for him for months; just ask him out.”

“ARE YOU GUYS CRA—-“ I stop myself realizing how loud I’m being. Oh my god.

I take a deep breath and look between them.

“That’s all it will be, a tiny attraction because there is no way in hell I’m going up to him.” I reply and change the conversation.

“What are you doing here anyway Osmand? I thought you had to help with the celebration.” I ask.

“He got out of it because he’s taking Elaine out later.” She side eyes me with a smile.

“Awww, how cute. This is what your fourth date already, When are you going to ask her to be your girlfriend?” I raise my eyebrows at him.

The waiter brings our usuals. Like I said, we come here a lot. I grab the syrup and pour it on my waffle. I take a big bite of my waffle and sign in delight. I take a peak up to get a glimpse of my crush. He’s laughing at something a blonde says. He turns his head and we make eye contact again. This time he smirks at me and nods his head forward as in saying hi. I look away quickly and practically choke on my waffle. Oh my fucking god.

“Are you okay?” Lyndra slams her hands over and over again on my back. Can this moment get anymore embarrassing.

“Yes I’m fine.” Taking sip after sip of water. This is what I get for wanting to look at him.

Osmand rolls his eyes at me. “ No, I’m not ready to ask her yet.”

“Who’s the coward now?” Lyndra laughs. I join her.

“It’s not that, I just—I just—“ he tries to explain.

“ You’re just scared.” I cut him off. “It’s okay, so am I.”

I didn’t dare look up in that direction the entire time we ate. From the corner of my eyes I saw Rhysand and his friends leave.

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Thanks for reading. I’m just getting into the story but I promise more interesting things to come! We all here for some smut 🌶️🌶️🌶️ 🥵🥵

Part two coming out soon.

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[uriyeonwooyeppeo]

Billkin is so fucking funny to me like

He’s an incredible actor. He’s awkward as hell. He has the sense of humor of an old man. He’s only ever acted in serious dramas. He’s best friends with the world’s sexiest twink. He has the personality of an embarrassing dad. He’s younger than PP. He acts like he’s PP’s legal guardian. He’s jaw-droppingly handsome. He’s one of the goofiest looking mfs I’ve ever seen. He has a gorgeous singing voice. He just shoved an entire rose in his mouth. He got flustered by PP’s outfits in the dihyli mv. He has performed an on-screen sex scene with PP. Twice.

He is inscrutable he is unknowable he is hilarious he is incredibly annoying and he is my bestie

[anqeluv]

stray kids reaction : walking in on their girlfriend touching herself

content warnings : voyeurism, masturbation, mentions of punishment, impact play, pillow riding

bang chan : he knows that you know this is against the rules, so for a moment he just stands there, watching you. because there’s no way you didn’t do this for attention. “hi baby girl,” he says, almost laughing at the way you jump, your fingers freezing in place against your pussy, already so messy and wet from just a little touching. he moves over to the bed, cupping your jaw and moving your face towards him so he can kiss you gently.

“no, sweetheart, you don’t have to stop. i’ve been neglecting you recently. why don’t you let me fix it?”

minho : minho wouldn’t be as forgiving as chan is (bc chan really just has a giant soft spot for you). to minho, rules are rules. he comes home earlier than you expected him to and his face is the picture of a disappointed dom when he appears in your doorway. wide eyed, you carefully pull your hand away and move to the floor, kneeling in front of him just the way he taught you too. “sorry, sir,” you say meekly.

“you will be,” he says, holding your face by the jaw, tilting your gaze upwards. “you know i have to punish you, don’t you? good. get back on the bed then.”

changbin : to be quite honest, he thinks it’s unbelievably hot. the two of you had fallen asleep spooning while watching a movie on the couch. so when changbin finally woke up, hours later, he wasn’t expecting to feel you moving against him, soft moans falling from your lips. you were still half asleep, grinding yourself against his thigh. he would have laughed if you weren’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

“shh, y/n, wake up,” he kisses you gently to get you to wake up a little bit more. you finally wake up with a whine, begging softly for him to help you. “it’s okay, love, i’ll help. you can have my cock if you want.”

hyunjin : he wasn’t sure what he was hearing, coming over a little bit before the time you had agreed upon since he was done with practice early. it sounded like you might be in pain, making him panic for just a moment, but then he was in the doorway to your bedroom and he heard his name fall from your lips in the prettiest moan he’d ever heard.

“y/n? are you having fun without me?”

you gasp in shock, completely unaware that he’d been listening but hyunjin just laughs, joining you in bed to kiss you the way he’d been wanting to all day.

jisung : he thinks everything you do is really hot, but coming home from practice to see you in his bed riding one of his pillows is almost too much for him. you’re completely in your own world, grinding your hot little pussy against the soft material with your mouth open in a silent moan. your eyes flutter open to see jisung standing there watching with his mouth open. but it’s okay; you were already waiting for him.

“please, jisung, touch me.”

yeah . . . one of these days you and your little games are really going to make his head explode.

felix : i think felix’s reaction could go one of two ways. sometimes, he’s just very in love with you and he wants nothing more than to make you happy and see you feel good. he finds you wearing one of his shirts, touching yourself slowly, and he slips his own hand down to replace yours, murmuring gentle praises about how you’re such a good girl. you deserve a little treat, don’t you? but sometimes, when you’ve been getting on his nerves, he decides that maybe you don’t deserve to cum. maybe his baby is getting spoiled. so he pulls his hand away at the last minute, smacking your clit harshly.

“next time, ask first. you’re mine. your pussy isn’t yours to touch without permission.”

seungmin : he’s generally a very sweet boyfriend, but this does NOT cross over into the bedroom. he doesn’t mind if you masturbate, but respect is very important and one of your rules is that you ask him first, even just through a quick text. he absolutely loves being asked for permission to do things and especially by you. but this time you were so needy that you forgot to do so first. and so seungmin comes home completely surprised to see you with your hand down your pajama shorts.

no problem though. they’re soon tugged off completely, you settled over his lap with your tummy against his knees so your master can give you the spanking you’ve earned. “count them for me.”

jeongin : he doesn’t care much about what you do when he’s not around, not the way minho or seungmin do, so when you butt dial him and he gets an earful of you clearly touching yourself, moaning his name, he just laughs. “without me, y/n? how could you?” he teases you and laughs again when he hears the moans cut off and then you scramble for your phone. “jeongin?? how did i call you???”

“i don’t know,” he says idly. “but don’t stop. i’ll help you get off if you want me to. why don’t you put your hand back where it was, angel?”

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all the way up

shota aizawa x reader

18+

word count: 1,700

You’re not too keen about shaving your legs for a work event. Shota takes it upon himself to make the situation a little more productive.

[[bath time (what else), shaving, edging, “good girl”,  jealous aizawa, also he’s a service top]]

warnings: razors, explicit content

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It was rare that you had an occasion where getting all dolled up was obligatory. Your workplace dress code was particularly lax, jeans or yoga pants sufficed most days. Every once in a while you like to do a little bit more, cute makeup or a higher end outfit. Sometimes you do it for your fiancé, so he can take it all off like he’s unwrapping a present, discover the little back lace panties you bought just for him. His (long, hard) appreciation is more than enough to make up for the effort.

This is less fun.

You're supposed to be running errands right now, but if you procrastinate on those you can also procrastinate on getting ready.

You're sulking a little bit as you stare at the dress laid out across your bed. Glittering and dark, just the right blend of sensuous and coy—you knew it would look perfect on you when you saw it on the rack. It does, however, fall mid thigh.

You’re not particularly attached to the idea of clean shaven legs. You do it when you remember to, or when you feel like it, but most of the time your razors just sit on the shower shelf collecting rust, going to waste. Shota could care less. He’s not particularly good at that kind of upkeep himself, and the state of your leg hair (really, really) doesn’t detract from his eagerness in the bedroom.

So when he sees you pouting down at your stupid perfect dress, his answer is a shrug. “Just don’t do it.”

You’re not totally against the idea of shaving, but the notion that there’s any obligation to it makes you want to dig your heels in. And yet—

“It’s a networking event.”

Shota comes up beside you, one hand on your lower back, peering down at the dress as well. “So?”

“So—“ you say, dragging out the syllable. “Men are more likely to give me what I want when I meet their dumb beauty standards.”

Shota’s fingers grip the back of your shirt, pulling you ever so slightly closer to him. His lips find the tender spot between your jaw and ear. “You’re doing this for other men?”

You lean back against him, give him your weight. “For money, babe.”

His grip doesn’t relax, but you can see the wheels turning. His other hand comes up to pet your arm, almost a hug. 

Then he releases you. “Run your errands,” he tells you.

You pull away, scanning his face for any hints of pique, but his expression is neutral, if a bit blasé.

So you go. It’s a quick journey, not much to it. You’re still relieved to be back at home for a little self TLC before you have to leave again. Even more so when Shota greets you at the door with a kiss, slipping your bags from your wrist.

“I started running a bath for you,” he murmurs against your lips.

You cup his cheek, nails tracking through the stubble at the hinge of his jaw. “Aren’t you sweet.”

A hint of a smirk. “The sweetest.” 

You make a beeline for the bathroom, the idea of relaxing too potent to resist. The room is steamy and lightly floral scented. Even the tiles are warm beneath your feet as you begin to strip.

Shota knows all your preferences by now, from temperature to bath bomb to the particular towel you want hanging on the hook. The size of your tub doesn’t make bathing together easy, but occasionally he’ll sit beside you on the edge, reading as you soak, just basking in the silence and humid warmth. 

As the door rattles open, you assume it’ll be one of those days, but Shota’s movements are more purposeful. He opens the medicine cabinet, grabbing a few items before taking his usual spot. 

You give him your hand, which he takes willingly, pressing a few kisses to your wet knuckles. “Good?” he asks. 

You hum in agreement, turning your palm over in his hold so you can run a thumb over his bottom lip. “So good to me, Shota.”

You recognize the burgeoning heat in his gaze, have a vague understanding of his intent when he rolls up his sleeve and tells you to lie back. 

His touch starts at your calf, trailing up past your bent knee, your thighs, to the hair curling at their apex. “Spread,” he says.

Your reaction is instantaneous, almost subconscious. Your thighs part, and two long fingers take immediate advantage. It’s a teasing touch, quick and light. It’s the hunger in his eyes more than anything that’s making you wet. 

“Look at you, all laid out for me.” The fingers dip, pressing lightly into your opening and then retreating, circling and circling. Then again. And again. “Only for me.”

You reach up to grab his wrist, an imploring look in your eyes. “Shota, please.” 

He holds your gaze as his fingers dip again, pressing and pressing until they’re in to the last knuckle. And he keeps holding your gaze as he begins to thrust them, in and out, always grazing that soft bit of you that makes you gasp. And as his thumb begins to stroke your clit, the tension gaining in your body, slow and tortuous and delicious. 

Your hips are rising to meet him in little jerks. Your combined motion has the water licking the edge of the tub, threatening to spill over. Shota’s clothes are getting wet. He doesn’t care. He’s too focused on the rapt concentration on your face, chasing the pleasure he knows exactly how to give you but just won’t. 

Even so, he sees your peak coming, feels the rhythmic clenching around his fingers, notes the little crease between your brows. 

He pulls his hand back. 

He clicks his tongue at your whine, reaching over and grabbing your towel. “Stand up.” 

You do, still shivering with unspent tension as he wraps you up, then urges you to take his place on the edge of the tub, one foot planted in his lap as he kneels before you. 

“You have the sexiest legs I’ve ever seen,” he says. There’s no seduction to it, just Shota, telling you his honest truth. 

Even so, the words make your chest heat. 

His palms drag up and down your leg, just feeling. Lightly groping the muscle and fat, the curve of you. “Your skin, the shape, the softness.” His voice is low, burred. 

He leans in, pressing a kiss to your bent knee, another to your shin. His warm breath against you brings goosebumps to your skin. He smiles when you jerk in his grasp. 

He reaches down to grab something off the floor—his own shaving gel— and begins applying a thick sheen of it. It’s more of the same, slick strokes up and down, pausing every once in a while to dig his fingers in when he feels tension, working his way up and up. And up.

The first brush of his knuckles against your sex you think is a mistake. It’s light and quick, not particularly salacious. But it happens again. And again. 

You lift your hips, trying to grind against the back of his hand, but as if to punish you he slips away again, fingers trailing back down your thighs.

He picks up a razor. 

“Are you going to hold still for me?” he asks. You nod. He nods. “That’s my girl.”

The drag of the blade is different from when you do it yourself. The angle slightly off, the pressure just a little lighter. There’s the underlying tension of someone holding something sharp against you. You trust Shota completely, with anything, everything. But with every stroke you feel something keening inside you, giddy, anticipatory. You’re still high off the last denied climax and everything is sharper as Shota handles you. 

His face hovers just a few inches above your skin, following the trajectory of the razor. Up and up. Warm, damp breaths following. The loose strands of his hair brush against your shins, and you have to hold yourself back from just reaching down and grabbing. 

As he reaches your thigh, you’d be shaking if not for the firm hold he has on you. One hand curved around your ankle, keeping your foot steady on his own thigh. His gaze tracks your parted lips, the quick rise and fall of your chest. His own mouth is just a few shallow inches from the apex of your thighs. 

With a low groan he presses in. 

There’s no rhythm at first, just him trying to touch every part of you. His pace mellows out after a moment of you bucking, groaning, trying to stay seated on the solid side of the bath with unbalanced wriggles. 

Your towel slips, half of it landing in the dregs of the water. Shota takes the opportunity to stroke the softness of your belly, the sweet fluff of your hips. It’s a firm pet, his fingers already knowing the places you liked to be touched, the places he likes to touch. He loves these more tender parts of you. You’re happy to let him take his fill. 

His arm snakes around your midriff, securing you, keeping you against his face. “You feel so good, kitten,” he murmurs. 

His free hand snakes up your inner thighs, a finger insinuating itself as he pays little teasing licks all around your opening. 

Your hands do grip his hair now, urging him to go faster, please. 

His answer is a grunt. He adds another finger, then goes still. His lips rest on your clit, barely touching. 

“Say you’re mine,” he demands, and you can feel the words against you. 

“Yours,” you breathe. “Yours, Shota. Just yours.”

With a smirk he finally gives you what you want, those firm upward tilted strokes you need to finish as his tongue grows heavy on your clit. You feel his dark eyes on you as you start to twitch with it, your pussy clenching around his fingers, his free hand tightening on your thigh. When you crest he guides you through it, his firm thrusts milking out every shiver and moan until you go boneless, slumping against him, temple to temple. 

“Good girl,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. You can feel the dangerous curve of his lips against you. “Now for the next leg.”

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Thomas Shelby x Reader

Requested: Yes; I lost the original request, sorry :(

Warnings: Swear Words

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Sorry about the repost, for some reason the old version got deleted so I’m reposting it :) I tried to make the reader badass but like I don’t know how to do that so I guessed. I hope you guys love this!!

Summary: The reader storms into the Garrison which pisses off Tommy, but when he sees what has gotten you so angry and watches your response, he can’t help but be impressed.

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The Garrison seemed to be the hub of all the Peaky Blinders and the people that wanted to meet with them. People were walking in with friends on their arms and out stumbling, drunkenly walking their newfound date to the closes private space they could find. And in the midst of all that celebration, you had walked in with the biggest scowl on your face- a contrast that Tommy easily picked up on from where he was leaning against the countertop of the bar. “What’s got ya so pissed, love?” he asked you, sipping on his whiskey. You sighed. “Nothing,” you grumbled, signaling to Grace that you wanted a glass of whiskey. “Yet,” you said under your breath. Tommy caught that whisper but ignored it, opting to take another swing of his drink. He had noticed every time you walked into the Garrison, you walked in with a sour face instead of your usual bright one. It bothered him that you didn’t smile as much anymore when you were there, but Tom was never a man good with words. So he simply let you stew in your anger, but made sure to brush your hand every now and then to remind you that he was there if you wanted to rant. He might not be able to talk, but he could listen. “Why hello there, love!” you and Tommy heard a deep, baritone voice say from behind you. Turning around, you saw a man with crooked teeth smiling abashedly at you, his eyes lingering on your chest too long for it to be a casual observation. Your nose scrunched up from the smell of alcohol reeking in his breath. “What the hell do you want, Trevor?” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tommy’s eyebrows raise slightly in shock, but when you noted his slight scowl you knew he was irritated. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Trevor held his hands up in mock surrender. “Just askin’ how you’ve been after all these years, love, nothing more. Certainly nothin’ to get all feisty over.” You grit your teeth before smiling at him cockily. “Yeah, now that you’ve done that, can you fuck off?” You added a bit of politeness into your voice- just enough to patronize him. “Hey,” you heard Tommy say. “Calm down, will you love? I don’t need another bar fight on my hands.” His voice was laced with frustration and anger, although his face stayed neutral. The normal glint that was housed in his eyes disappeared, replaced by indifference. It was almost like the deep ocean of his blue eyes froze over into ice. You smiled at him the same way you smiled at Trevor: with a hint of condescension. Honestly, it was a miracle that Tom didn’t shoot a bullet in between your brows at your expression. “Why don’t you stay out of things that aren’t your fucking business, Tom?” Tom clenched his jaw before turning back to his whiskey. “If it’s under me bar’s roof, it’s me fuckin’ business, love.” Trevor chuckled, causing both you and Tommy’s heads to snap towards him. “You let him call you love? What are you, his whore?” You bit your lip out of anger so hard it drew blood, the tang of copper running over your tongue. You tried to focus on the taste in an effort to not cause a scene; if you did cause a bar fight, you’d have to deal with an angry Thomas Michael Shelby, which was much worse than what you were dealing with right now. “Look, Trevor, what do you want?” You arched your eyebrow. Trevor shrugged. “Just wanted to see ya, I swear-” “You never talk to me unless you want something from me, so how about you just tell me and I can be on my merry way?” Trevor’s eyes darkness slightly, his usual energetic (and annoying) bravado slipping slightly. “I need some money.” You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. “What? So you can go and spend it on more drugs and tequila? No fucking way.” Trevor’s lip curled slightly, and you noticed his fingers twitched as if wanting to curl up into fists. “Don’t fucking humiliate me in front of Mr. Shelby!” Another laugh tumbled out of you, this one full of much more bitterness than the last. “Why? You saw no problem humiliating me in front of my father? Consider us even on that front, Trevor.” Tommy choked on his whiskey slightly, now

understanding why you were being so hostile and angry whenever Trevor was in the Garrison. You had run away from London after a man there- Trevor, apparently- had started the rumor that you recently had an attempted abortion that didn’t work, leaving you pregnant. Although you were only 19 at the time, you weren’t an idiot and eventually understood that he was making you unmarriable to everyone except him. He couldn’t raise his status, so he lowered yours. He would marry you, thereby securing all the riches your family had for himself. Thomas cleared his throat. “I think you need to leave.” His words implied that Trevor had a choice, but his deep and firm voice communicated what his words didn’t: if Trevor didn’t leave of his own free will, he’d be dragged out against it. Trevor gulped. “Please, love-” You shook your head no. “I gave you money that last time, Trevor. ‘S not my fault you can’t budget for shit. So if you want money, get a fucking job.” “If you give me money, I’ll go back to your dad and tell him I lied. I swear, love, I will just please!” Trevor practically begged, a tear slipping out the corner of his eyes. You took in a deep breath, placing your hand on top of Thomas’s when he made a move to get up. “Look, Trevor, I don’t want a fucking apology. I don’t want you to tell my father that you were lying. I want you to leave me the fuck alone.” You stepped closer to Trevor, letting your hand fall off the counter. “If I see you ever again,” you said threateningly, letting your breath fan out over his face, “You’ll only have one good leg.” You turned around and fidgeted with your now empty whiskey glass, tilting and watching the sunlight hit the glass. “If you want money, get a job. You’re smart enough to find you, I’m sure. If you were smart enough to manipulate my family, I’m sure you can get a fucking job.” You picked up Tom’s whiskey glass and downed it in one gulp. “Fuck off, Trevor. And remember my threat, because I will follow up on it. Starting in ten seconds.” You didn’t see Trevor run across and away from the Garrison, but you heard the quick clicks of his shoes against the wood. Turning around after ten seconds, you were pleased to find him gone. Thomas cleared his throat and turned to you. He eyed his whiskey glass that still rested in your hand but made no comment. “This is going to sound really fuckin’ creepy,” he began, “but that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” You chuckled and then groaned. “I fucking hate that guy.” “I can tell.” You hummed. “Still pissed at me for how I talked to him? Or are we good?” Tom turned back to the bar, asking Grace to refill both of your glasses. “I want to give you a promotion, love. Your potential’s wasted as a secretary.” You sipped at your now refilled whiskey. “Hmm, wouldn’t people think I fucked my way to the top?” “If you’d scare them off like you did Trevor,” Thomas pointed out, “I don’t think a single person would voice their doubts.” You nodded. “Then I accept, Tom.” Thomas grinned and extended his hand. “You’re now Y/N Shelby, my second in command.” You laughed and shook his hand. “If screaming at Trevor was all it took to impress you,” you teased, “I would have hunted him down a year ago.” Tom sipped at his whiskey and chuckled. “You about done with that drink, love? I was thinking we could celebrate your promotion,” he said suggestively, winking at you when you side glanced at him. You felt hot, a slight blush making its way on your face. “What are we waiting for then?”

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Now or never

Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni), swearing, use of the word m*dblood once

Summary: *Draco’s POV* Where Draco admits his feelings for the girl he’s been friends with for years.

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*Draco’s POV*

I’ve never felt anything that comes close to this, a desire so deep it keeps me up at night, longing so ingrained into every crack of my soul it’s all I can think about. That’s what she’s done to me, (y/n) (y/l/n), the girl I’ve known since childhood, the one who’s always been there, and the only person who makes me feel alive.

Why she chooses to keep me around I’d never understand. Whenever I ask she says the same thing everytime, “I need you Draco” the response usually makes my heart slam against my chest but what I don’t think she gets is how I’m the one that needs her. Her warmth and kindness is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, I’m a fiend for it, without it life would be dull.

That’s why when she’s around I make sure to be on my best behavior, even Potter and the Weasel can’t get a reaction out of me when she’s near. Well, none other than a dirty look but she’d usually kiss my cheek and tell me to quit glaring cause it causes wrinkles.

One time in second year I’d called Granger a mudblood in front of her and the disapproving look she gave me was enough to put me off the word forever. She didn’t talk to me for a week after that, I had to apologize to the bushy headed scoundrel before (y/n) would speak to me again, it was humiliating but for her I’d do anything. I’ve never used the word again.

The witch has been there for me through everything, she’s always been my dearest friend, and I hers. So when I hadn’t seen her during the summer inbetween third and fourth year I was confused by my emotions when I’d finally spotted her on the train. I’d always known (y/n) was beautiful, I never denied it, but that year her hips had rounded out, her breasts were fuller, and her face looked more matured. That was the first time I’d wanted to do things with her that friends just don’t do together.

It only got worse from there, the older we got, the more attractive she became. She was everything I’d ever desired, it was torture not allowing myself to tell her the thing I wanted to do to her out of fear of ruining the friendship I valued over everything. Instead I sat back, lusting over the girl who didn’t have a clue.

I’d watch her, in class, at the library, while she was with her other friends, my eyes always seemed to find her in a room full of people. It’s pathetic really but I can’t help it, (y/n) took up every thought in my mind. It’s the worst at night, when I’m trying to sleep and the only thing I can focus on is how fucking nice her ass looked in class that day or the fullness of her lips and how perfect they’d look wrapped around me.

Now here we are in seventh year, both 18, and fully matured, our friendship as strong as ever but I’ve just about had it. I’ve watched as other twats got to call her theirs and be with her in ways I’ve only imagined but I’m always there for her, ready to pick up the pieces of her broken heart when they hurt her. The pretty girl was too kind for her own good and she’d only ever blame herself for them being such fucking idiots, how could they not realize what they’d just lost?

I knew she’d have boyfriends, she was too beautiful not to, but I’d never expected it to hurt me so much to see her with another. However I kept my mouth shut, she knew I didn’t like any of them but I never said anything to her about it, it’s her life and if she’s happy than I suppose that would just have to be enough for me. Although I will admit, I felt relieved when they’d break up, it meant I still had a chance if I ever gained the courage to tell her how in love with her I am.

“What’re you thinking so hard about Draco?” Her eyebrow’s are scrunched together and I can’t help but smile at how cute she looks.

“You.” I tell her honestly, reaching across my bed where she lays to brush the piece of hair off her face. The best part of being a prefect is the private dorm, we’d always come here and hangout.

“Me? What about me?” She rest her face on her hands and gives me her full attention.

I take in a deep breath and decide to be completely honest with her. “(Y/n), you know I think you’re beautiful right?”

“Well uhm—you’ve never really told me that before but uhm thank you.” Her face is bright red but she doesn’t look away, her eyes remain on mine and I feel my heart rate spike. “Why are you telling me this now Draco?”

There’s so many ways I could answer that question but I know if I never tell her the truth I’ll live the rest of my life thinking of the what-if’s. I sit up, grab her hand, and beckon her to do the same so we’re facing each other.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful my darling but I’ve been a coward,” I take deep breath, preparing myself for what I’m about to say, it’s now or never, “I’ve been hiding my feelings from you for years now. The way I feel about you is much more than what a friend should feel for another friend.” I grab her hands and hold them in my lap, my hearts going a mile a minute but if I stop now I won’t forgive myself. “What I’m trying to say is, I love you, I’m in love with you, I have been for so long.”

She’s silent for a while, just watching me, and I feel my heart begin to shatter. I start to lift myself off the bed but she holds my hands tighter, not letting me move.

“Oh Draco, you must be blind.” She let’s go of one of my hands and puts hers on my cheek, leaning into me until we’re only an inch away from each other. “It’s always been you, I love you.” And then she’s kissing me, and I think I might be dreaming but she throws a leg on either side of my hips, straddling my waist, and I realize this isn’t an image I’ve conjured in my head, my girl is on my lap, kissing me.

It’s like a switch flipped in my head, my hands find her hips, the same hips I’ve dreamt about for years, and I pull her as close to me as possible. Her tongue tangles with mine and she has her hands in my hair, tugging just enough to make my hold on her tighten. When she pulls away for air I tilt her head to the side, giving my lips access to the skin of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave my mark on her for the next few days, the airy moan she lets out is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. She’s addicting, the taste of her on my lips is like a drug, the sounds she makes give me goosebumps, and I love her, all of her.

When my sweet girl grinds down on my cock I just about lose it, the moan that leaves my mouth would be embarrassing if I wasn’t so caught up on how perfect the curve of her ass feels in my hands.

“Make me yours Draco.” (Y/n) whispers and I have to pull back to make sure I heard her correctly. Could it be that she really wants to be with me in that way?

“You’re sure my love? We could wait as long as you’d like.” She kisses my jaw and I moan as her hands start pulling on my shirt.

“I’m positive, I’ve wanted this for so long.” Fuck.

I flip us over so she’s laying on the bed and I’m on top of her, I pull my shirt over my head as quickly as possible as she starts fiddling with my belt. I place my hands on the skin of her stomach, moving them upwards slowly, giving her a chance to change her mind but she never was one for patience, instead she yanks her shirt off, leaving her in a thin black bra that she has off even quicker than the shirt, then she places my hands on each breast.

God I fucking love her.

The supple skin feels soft under my finger tips, her peaked nipples just begging to be played with so I do just that. I bring my lips around one, letting my tongue roll over the hard bud, listening to the soft sounds from the girl underneath me.

I hook my fingers into her leggings, dragging them down her silky legs, each new inch of uncovered skin makes my already hard cock grow impossibly harder. Her small hands pull down my pants and boxers with one quick tug, making my dick slap my stomach, leaving only one article of clothing between us. She wraps her fingers around me and I bury my face in her hair, the warmth of her hand driving me insane.

I pull her panties to the side, dipping my fingers into her dripping cunt, and the pretty girl moans my name.

“We can do foreplay another time, I need you now Draco, please.” How could I deny her when she sounds so sexy begging like that. I rip off her panties, throwing the destroyed material somewhere on the floor. I pull her lips back to mine and position myself at her entrance.

When I push into her it’s as if her body was meant for mine, her slick tight walls grip me perfectly. (Y/n)’s nails dig into my back as I keep up a steady pace, her perky tits bouncing with every deep thrust of my hips, and I watch as her swollen lips part into a silent moan as I find the spongy spot I’d been searching for.

My hands explore her body, running up the curve of her hips and up her soft stomach, bringing a thumb up to her bottom lip and watching in awe when she wraps her lips around it, sucking lightly before letting it go. I use that same thumb, to rub small circles into her clit.

“Draco, more, please I need more!” I pull out of her, flip her onto her stomach, and pull her hips up so her ass is in the air.

“As you wish my love.” I lick a single bold line up her center and then slam my hips into her. Giving my pretty girl exactly what she wanted. I smack her ass, thanking every God for letting this happen to me. She arches her back and grabs at the sheets, the screams of my name have me holding onto every fiber of self control I can. “You take my cock so well darling, I’ve dreamt about this so many times.” I smack her ass again, thrusting into her at a brutal pace. She’s soaking wet, the warmth of her cunt sucking me in with every jerk of my hips.

“I’m close Draco!” Her legs are shaking and I reach around her, one hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her to my chest, the other massaging her clit.

“Let go my love, I’ve got you.” I kiss her neck, inching her closer to her release. Her walls clench and she screams, my name leaving her lips on repeat as her orgasm rolls through her body. I wait until she’s done to let myself spill into her, my hips stutter and I moan into her hair as she pants against me.

I lay her down, grab a towel, and clean her up. She just stares at me with a small smile on her face when I lay with her, my pretty girl.

“I love you Draco.”

“I love you (y/n).”

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Fic: Movement (1/?)

This is dedicated to @peachworthy - my plan is to work on this when I can. I was going to try and write a full long thing (all puns intended) but thought it might be fun to just do sporadic bits instead!

“As you can see, it’s a pretty nice place…” Mr. Super Tall and Super Handsome and Super-Out-of-Link’s-League tells him as he walks him around the place. Link’s only been half listening because he’s been trailing behind this uniquely sexy giraffe of a man for about half an hour now and it’s been hard to not just…eat him up with his eyes.

Link’s lived in LA for about two years now and while he’s seen some attractive people, they all pale in comparison to…

…oh gosh, he’s forgotten his name again! Not a good thing to do when being toured by your potential roommate to be. Although Link’s pretty sure his current tour guide is just being nice.

No way he’s seriously considering letting Link move in. First of all, Link is a late in life college student trying to get a film degree. Second, this guy could have anyone live with him.

Anyone.

The fact he even needs a roommate is staggering. After all, this place is already furnished. It’s clear he’s lived here for a while now – so the need for someone else-? Link doesn’t get it.

But he sure as heck can’t stay on campus anymore. It’s embarrassing. Most of the other students there think he’s a professor as it is; and bunking with kids half his age has been a nightmare.

Not because he can’t identify with them per say, but because he just-? He wants to interact with people on the same wavelength as him.

And no way is this Greek God and he on the same wavelength. No doubt the guy’s an actor. Almost everyone in LA is. And, no doubt, the guy has probably had some gigs. Several, if the house is anything to go by…

Maybe he lost a role recently? Maybe that’s why he needs the extra income? It’s the only thing Link can think of and he’s stupid enough to voice that, “It is a nice place, man, but I don’t see how I’ll be much help. What you’ve got here looks pretty well lived in. Take it you’ve been here solo for some time and I’m not sure how-?”

“I have,” Handsome admits and oh, that southern drawl. It makes Link think of home. How perfect can one man be? “And, frankly, I don’t need a roommate, but I’d like a roommate.”

“For parts? Like the Black Market?” Link can’t help but joke, and the guy throws his head back and laughs and oh, no…

…Yeah, Link can’t live with this man. It hasn’t even been a full day and Link is practically already in love with him. And thinking of the ‘him’ he forces himself to sheepishly ask, “Um, I, ah, forgot your name again...”

“It’s Rhett.”

Of course it is.

Rhett is such a romantic name.

Rhett Butler immediately springs to mind and Link sighs, “Look, Rhett – like I said, it is a nice place, but-!”

“I tell you what I’d expect in rent?” he asks and when he lists the price, Link decides that – besides being insanely attractive – that the guy is just insane in general.

The rent is cheap. Far, far cheaper than Link expected and it must show on his face, because Rhett shrugs, “Look, Link – I can’t say what it is, but I gotta feeling about you. I’ve met with a couple of potential roommates and, honestly, none of them have gone this far. I haven’t let ‘em. But there’s something about you…”

“My natural charm?” Link asks, but he’s sort of giggly and weird when he does and oh, gosh – why is he so awkward? Isn’t he too old for this? Don’t you reach a certain age and awkwardness just…drops off?

But apparently not and, apparently, Rhett isn’t turned off by it, because he gives him a warm grin, “Might be.”

“Rhett…”

“Might be the accent to be honest,” he confesses, seeming almost shy and that should be illegal, because it just highlights how cute he is, “I’m from North Carolina and it just-!”

“Hey!” Link perks up, “Me too!”

“Really?” Rhett gushes and Link nods, “Yeah, Buies Creek.”

“Oh! My family and I almost moved there! Ended up in Charlotte instead!”

“Wow! Crazy! What are the odds!” And Link hates every cliched thing coming out of his mouth right now, but he can’t seem to stop and Rhett just looks so damned pleased.

As if his feeling about Link is right on the money and Link wishes it was, but this can’t possibly work. Can it? And just as Link is about to voice that, Rhett suddenly looks…apprehensive. Fidgety.

And Link’s caught a bit off guard by it, because – up until now – he’s been so cool. Cool and collected. But now Rhett runs a hand through his thick mane of hair and sighs as if a great weight is upon him, “Ah…actually, I, ah, well – I forgot…”

Here it is. Link’s been waiting for this. The big secret. The big reason someone as amazing as Rhett would need someone like him. Maybe it is the Black Market thing. Link has some nice organs. Real juicy. Maybe revealing his background has made the big guy feel bad – like he can’t carve up a fellow North Caroliner.

Rhett rocks on his heels, “I told you, none of the other potential roommates made it this far and…there’s a reason for that. Even the one or two I kinda considered…well, I, um, I told them what I do for a living and that’s when things sort of fell apart…”

…oh shit. He IS a Black Market organ dealer!

Link’s Adam’s apple bobs as he looks around skittishly. The house is big and they’re alone in it. He’s been so distracted by how hot Rhett is that he hasn't even thought about that fact.

Until now.

What if the other potentials didn’t get this far because they got cut up beforehand? Maybe the whole roommate thing is a farce! Maybe it’s a con! A con to draw people in and-!

“I work in the entertainment industry.”

Link blinks. Blinks and feels like the dumbest man on planet earth as he says, “Well, yeah. You and half of LA. Heck, I’m here trying to get into film myself! Do some directing or sound editing or-!”

“No,” Rhett says firmly, smoothly, meeting Link’s eyes head on as he says in a full deep register, “When I say I work in the industry, I mean it. I’ve, um, had a pretty healthy and…and long career…”

“Really?” Link asks, eyes wide behind his glasses, “Have I seen anything you’ve-?”

“Doubt it,” Rhett interrupts with a humorless huff, “You don’t seem the type. But then,” he eyes him thoughtfully, “I’ve been surprised before…”

Link doesn’t know why he’s being so cagey about this, “What’ve you-?”

“My resume is…” Rhett finally looks away, as if he can’t bear to look at Link when he says it, “…of the adult variety.”

“The adult-?” Link starts to repeat and then it clicks. It clicks and it hits him so hard over the head it’s like a physical blow. The house, the handsomeness – the…everything.

Rhett looks back at him, jaw firmly set as he speaks, “Look, it’s not that I’m ashamed of what I do. Far from it. It’s just a job and it’s one I happen to be good at. But it’s also one that people in polite society aren’t too keen on and considering you’re from my home state you might-!”

“Porn?” Link croaks out and he feels a little like he might faint, “You’re a porn star?”

Rhett just kind of shrugs and the reason Link feels lightheaded has nothing to do with his shock at the man’s career and everything to do with the fact that Link has only seen a few porn films and none of them have ever stared someone so breathtakingly beautiful. The idea that Rhett has been in something like that…

Heat suffuses through Link’s system with equal mixes of lust and shame. Lust because, well, look at Rhett and shame because Link doesn’t want to just view the man as a sex object, Granted, that’s kind of his job, but it just seems…rude.

While Link doesn’t know Rhett well, he knows him well enough at this point to say he’s just a regular guy. An extremely gorgeous regular guy, but a regular guy all the same.

Thinking of him in simple black and white just doesn’t do him justice. So he’s a porn star. So what? He’s nice and this place is amazing and the rent suggested is fantastic and-!

“Take it by your silence you’re gonna decline…”

“No!” Link cuts in quickly and Rhett’s eyes shoot to him, wide and amazed, and Link feels a little sense of superiority at that. At catching this giant off guard, “No, uh – your…your profession isn’t a problem.”

“It’s not?”

“Well, I mean,” Link looks around once more, "You don’t-? You don’t film here, do you?”

The laugh that booms out of Rhett at that makes Link’s toes curl with pleasure, “Nah, man. This place is sacred. Like to keep my personal and professional life separate.”

“And…” Link scratches at the back of his head, “And you won’t, like…bring over a-a partner or partners and-!”

“Don’t have one,” Rhett admits and then the sexiest crinkles form around his eyes, “Although I gotta say, that’s about the slickest way anyone’s ever asked me if I was single…”

The heat from before returns full blast, no doubt coloring Link’s cheeks pure red and it comes completely from shyness, an emotion he is much more familiar with than most, “Oh, no! I-I wasn’t-!”

“Think you were asking if I do some weird sex shit here in the house of the personal variety and, again, no. You work in my field you kinda lose a bit of a taste for it.”

“For sex?”

Rhett nods, “And for a lot of things. It’s like I said – I'd like a roommate. Mainly ‘cause I’ve been feeling a little…disconnected of late. Feel like I need someone in my life who isn’t in the business. Someone I can just, y’know…” his shoulders roll and he bobs about a bit, clearly bashful, “…jam with.”

“Someone on your wavelength…” Link whispers and suddenly, Rhett’s idea that Link might be someone worth keeping around feels totally legitimate. Because Link is suddenly reciprocating it and then some. Because Link's starting to have a feeling about him too.

A feeling that this could work.

It really could.

And, this in mind, Link asks, “When can I move in?”

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t r e a c h e r o u s - final chapter

The one where you are Sebastian’s girlfriend, but Chris can’t get enough of you.

Due to the age gap between you and Sebastian, your boyfriend has a hard time feeling sexually attracted to you. In order to save your relationship, he invites Chris to have sex with you while he watches, hoping that the voyeurism will awaken his arousal and jealousy. Soon, he’ll learn that inviting his best friend into his relationship may have just been the worst mistake he ever made, when Chris finds himself unable to let you go after his role is done.

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A/N: this is it, guys! Treacherous’ final chapter! It’s probably the filthiest thing I’ve ever written and so far out of my comfort zone, but maybe that’s why I’m so proud of it 🙈 Thanks for sticking so far! I’ll probably be announcing my next series soon, hope that you guys will like that as well. If you’re part of my taglist solely for treacherous, but is still interested in my other works, please follow the link in my description or in my masterlist to join another taglist!

Chris’ P.O.V.

I could see the shock in her eyes when she found me on the other side of the door, despite the pouring rain that had been steadily falling for the last three days in LA. I didn’t care about the weather, just like I didn’t care that she was in a relationship with one of my best friends. I just had to see her. 

“Chris?” She asked, and held her robe tighter against her body, which she predominantly hid behind the door. It made me irrationally angry. I was aware of the lack of correspondence between that simple action and the intensity of the feeling that overtook my body, but there wasn’t anything I could do at that moment. I was too far gone, already.

“What? Wasn’t expecting to see me? Didn’t think I’d come all the way down here to ask you why the hell you’ve been avoiding me like I’m the devil?” She flinched, but didn’t make any movement to show more of herself from behind the door. 

“For fuck’s sake, woman, stop hiding from me. I’ve seen you naked before. I’ve had you writhing with pleasure under me…” My voice slowly disappeared as I stared down at her stomach, now visible since I had pushed my way into the house, taking the door away from her. She was tense, her hands trying to cover her belly and failing miserably. “You’re pregnant?!”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. That much was obvious. But if my first reaction was to feel desperation at the realization that the woman I loved was that much more unattainable, a small voice in my brain whispered something that left me curious.

“Who’s the father?” I asked, looking at her directly in the eyes, despite the fact that she was trying to look pretty much everywhere but at me. “Y/N.” The way I called her name was a warning in itself, but she still didn’t budge. “Y/N,” I called again as I took a step closer to her, until we were in fact all but touching. 

“Answer me.” I held her jaw tightly but carefully, forcing her to meet my eyes, but she still didn’t answer, opting instead to bite her lower lip and look up at me with a desperate look in her eyes. I knew what she was asking for, and so I obliged. “Come here,” I whispered, already pulling her to follow my demand. And then I leaned down and took her lips in mine.

It didn’t matter that it was the middle of the night, that she was pregnant and that her boyfriend - my best friend - was sleeping somewhere in that house. All that mattered was her and I and the way it felt when our lips touched.

Her hands came up to my hair and I pulled her up by her ass as best as I could, considering the belly between us. “Where is he?” I whispered, and she didn’t even open her eyes to speak. 

“Our bedroom.”

“Fine.” I took her to the hallway and opened the first door I found, which was of the guest room I had spent a few nights in, oh so many months ago. It shared a wall with the bedroom where Sebastian was currently sleeping in, but the truth was, I did not care. A big part of me, the dark part of me, was kind of hoping he would listen. I wanted him to know that I was fucking his girl, because maybe then she’d finally be mine.

I unceremoniously dropped her on the bed before crawling over her body, pulling her by the back of her neck so our lips would meet again. I was desperate for her, for her taste, for her warmth, her caresses. Luckily, it seemed like she felt the same way.

“Chris,” she whispered as I leaned down to suck on her breasts. They were slightly bigger, I bet they were more sensitive to my touch. I moaned at the thought that soon, they would be filled with the warm milk she’d need to feed her child. I wanted to have a taste of it too. I wanted to be around to witness the changes, worship the body that was growing another human being.

“I got you, baby.” Carefully, I swirled my tongue around her nipples, appreciating the shiver that took over her body. “Does it feel good?” I had to ask, to which she breathlessly agreed, one of her hands coming up to lose itself on my hair, keeping my lips attached to her skin. “I’ll take care of you.”

The words raised goosebumps over her skin, and I couldn’t help but to let my hands follow them until I reached her belly, carefully and softly rubbing it as I continued to kiss her breasts a bit longer.

“I’ll always take care of you, baby girl. You just have to say it.” Her eyes met mine, and it was clear that she knew what I meant. “Tell me who’s the father, princess.” She shook her head, her hands coming up to push me away from her, but I captured her wrists before she could, kissing my way to her face again.

I gave her another one of those soul shattering kisses that I hadn’t known before we met. I tried to show her what I felt, how much I wanted her, just by the way my tongue invaded her mouth. If she noticed my desperation, she didn’t say anything. Quickly, her body lost its tension, her arms escaping my hold to fall beside her body, and she became complacent again.

Good. That’s how I needed her to be.

Pressing one last kiss against her lips, I got back to where I was before, now making my way down to where she was already dripping for me. God, I could smell her. She was mouthwatering in every sense. I couldn’t wait to have her taste in my mouth again.

And so I delved in, my tongue coming out to slowly swirl her clit around. She moaned loudly, pulling on my hair again. Perhaps she wasn’t that worried about Sebastian finding us, either.

The thought spurred me on. I buried my face in her, my nose still bumping her little button as I pressed my tongue as far as it could go inside. I never wanted to forget her taste. When her thighs started to quiver around me, I pushed a finger into her, and she cried out loud, pulling on my locks forcefully. I welcomed the burn. I welcomed any sensation she gifted me. 

Despite her sensitiveness, I didn’t stop eating her out. I couldn’t. I wanted to stretch this experience as much as possible. I wanted her forever. And I was going to convince her to choose me tonight.

So I carefully drank her release, slowly pushing my finger in and out of her until she was thrusting back against me again. Only then did I force another finger into her, watching for her reaction before resuming my movements on her clit. She looked so beautiful with her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing with the force of my movements. I wished I was able to kiss her all over at the same time, keep having her taste in my mouth while I sucked on her breasts the way I was doing to her little clit now.

I could only imagine how gorgeous she would look further down her pregnancy, when her full breasts and her belly became too big for me to meet her eyes while I was taking care of her needs like I was right now. But I didn’t want to have to imagine. I wanted to live it, to be there for her as she gave birth, only to fill her with more babies right after. 

When she filled my mouth with her essence again, I accepted it was time to move on, although I still would have been happy to spend the rest of my life between her thighs, literally drinking her in. But Y/N seemed eager to get on with it too, as she pulled me to her as best as she could and kissed me again.

Her tongue tried to swipe as much of her own taste as she could, and fuck if she wasn’t the sexiest woman I’d ever slept with. A groan escaped my chest and I pushed her against the bed again, pumping my cock a few times before swiping the blunt head against her clit.

“Guess I don’t have to worry about cumming inside of you, right?” My words made her moan, and since she couldn’t reach me anymore, she opted to fist the sheets beside her head, trying to move her hips in a way that would get me inside of her faster. 

Seeing her need, I thrusted into her, but instead of taking my time to let her adjust to my thickness, I only stopped when I bottomed out. And then I immediately started pistoning, fucking her like I hated her. I needed her fucked silly for what I had in mind.

And it didn’t take too long to get her there. The tricky part was trying to contain myself, because she was like a fucking aphrodisiac: the simple sight of her naked body - especially now that she was pregnant - was enough to make me ready to burst a nut. But after a few rough thrusts, she was already babbling nonsense, just like I wanted her to be.

I could barely understand my name and little prayers of ‘oh god’, and ‘yes please’ as I kept on fucking her. Just when I felt her cunt start to contract around me, I pulled out, quickly turning her around so I could fuck her doggy style - our favorite. The second I was inside of her again, I pulled her by her hair so she’d be resting against my thighs.

“Well, now that I have you here…” I whispered against her ear, enjoying the goosebumps that raised where my warm breath touched her skin. “You’re gonna tell me. Who’s the father, Y/N?”

She tried to shake her head when she caught up to my intentions, but I was still firmly holding her hair, just like my other hand was holding her hips against me, so she wouldn’t be able to move.

“C’mon, baby girl. By now you must have realized that I will get this out of you sooner or later. I’ll only stop when I do.” One of my hands went around her to caress her belly.  It’s not like the entire world didn’t know how crazy I was about having kids. And ever since I saw her full belly, it became clear that I only wanted them if it was with her. 

The hand that was on her belly went further south to part her lower lips so my middle finger could play with her sensitive clit. I had to bite my lip to stop from grunting when I felt my own digit softly run over my length as I resumed my thrusts in her, this time forcing her to fuck herself against me.

When I felt her fall slack against my chest, I kissed her temple, cooing meanly at her. “Already tired, baby? I haven’t even started with you yet. Unless, of course, this means you’re ready to start spilling some truth to me.”

I fucked her hard, taking sick pleasure from the little gasps and moans that escaped her as I continued to overstimulate the hell out of the woman I loved. This time, when she came again, I didn’t stop thrusting, finding just enough self control to fuck her through her orgasm and push it further, until she was bouncing against my body, like a rag doll I could easily manipulate.

“Who’s. The. Father. Of. The. Baby?” I punctuated each word with a particularly rough thrust, never stopping the little circles I was doing to her clit, even as she was trying to push my hand away from her.

“Babies!” She screamed as she came again, trembling over my body when I finally stopped, confused. What the hell was she talking about?

“What?” I asked, and when she didn’t answer, I gave another little nudge at her nub and she immediately responded, thrashing around in an effort to escape my touch. 

“Babies. They’re.. They’re babies.” As realization struck through me, an even bigger possessive edge took over my body, and my fingers trembled in the effort to control myself.

“How many?” I asked, softly kissing the crook of her neck as I abandoned her abused clit to run my fingers up her body. Despite my relatively sweet gestures, my voice was ice cold, and I knew she could hear the aggressive undertone of my actions.

“W-what?” It was her turn to question.

“How many babies? Are they twins?” It took her some time to answer, and I took advantage of it to draw over the edge of her nipples with one of my fingers. When I had enough of waiting, I pulled harshly on them, at the same time biting down on her right shoulder. 

“Y-YES. A boy and a girl. Th-they’re a boy and a girl.” The need for domination was rising within me. I was in desperate need of some answers. Was the girl of my dreams fulfilling my fantasy with my best friend or was she trying to keep my kids, my wish come true, from me? Nuzzling against her neck, I delivered a single quick slap over her pussy, just to call her attention to me.

“It could be so easy, baby girl… Just to tell me the truth.” Delivering another slap over her sensitive cunt, she almost doubled over with the impact, but I kept her close to me by the hand possessively wrapped around her belly. “If you tell me they’re his, I’ll leave just as soon as I’m done with you. This will be the last time I’ll interfere in your family life. I’ll stand on the sidelines and watch as you two raise your kids, keeping only the memories of your naked body so I can pleasure myself without you.” 

She was trembling again, undoubtedly ready to cum yet another time, but unable to comprehend how her body was able to.  “But if they’re mine…” I continued, releasing a long, shaky breath as I tried to clear my own mind while dealing with this possibility. “Well then, get ready to start fucking screaming, because this will be the last time you’ll ever see Sebastian in your life.”

I pushed her roughly down against the mattress again, one hand keeping her head on the pillow while the other adjusted her hips so I could pound her. I didn’t hold back this time, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep from cumming for much longer. The thought that Y/N could be pregnant with my kids was too much for me, my balls feeling heavy as they slapped on her clit and my groin and all I wanted to do was to paint her insides with my cum again. So I needed her to cum one last time, and fast.

“Tell. Me.” I commanded, fucking her harshly, forcefully, and by now her moans carried more pain than pleasure in their sound, although the latter was still present. “Fuck…” I was so close to losing it, I needed to know. My voice wavered as I felt my orgasm approaching, the force of which was so high I felt tears rising to my eyes, much like Y/N, who was already sobbing underneath me. “Please, baby girl. Please tell me.”

I don’t know what did it for her, if it was the tiredness that overcame her after this last orgasm or if the broken tone of my words caught her heart, but when she came this time, she screamed the words I was begging to hear.

“They’re yours, Chris. They’re yours.” As soon as they were out into the world, I was cumming inside of her, the feeling of euphoria that much higher as I struggled to keep softly thrusting into her, to milk both of our orgasms fully.

My strength disappeared as my muscles relaxed, and I had to adjust myself to fall by her side and not hurt her belly. Immediately, a silly smile appeared on my face, and I reached out to caress it.

“You’re not lying, right?” She managed to chuckle a little bit, one of her arms hiding her eyes from me.

“I don’t think I have enough energy to even do that.” That was all I needed to know. I managed to pull her to me by the back of her neck, kissing her with all I had. 

“I hope you know I’m never letting you go.” Y/N smiled softly at me, her hand covering my own, that was still over her belly.

“I’m counting on it.” We stayed like that for a while, just basking in the afterglow, before she suddenly interrupted it with a question I honestly didn’t want to think about.

“Who’s going to tell Sebastian?”

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hello hi would it be okay if i asked you to try and write a little fluffly wolfstar drabble? (i don't know how to finish this so i'm just gonna say i hope you have a lovely day :) okay bye *waves awkwardly*)

Sirius Black was by no means a perfect man. He could be impulsive, careless, generally reckless... and jealous. Oh so very jealous.

It's not that he was intentionally possessive, or that he was at all controlling over Remus. Quite the opposite, he trusted Remus' loyalty more than anything. But whenever he caught sight of someone cosying up to his ever-oblivious boyfriend, he couldn't help that possessive stir in his stomach.

On this occasion that someone was Gilderoy-bloody-Lockhart, some fresh-out-of-Hogwarts punk who seemed to have made it his personal mission to swipe the lovely Remus Lupin right out of Sirius Black's arms. This wasn't the first time the twat had tried it on with Sirius' love. He'd made some overly-complimentary comments on all of Sirius' instagram posts that featured Remus (which was most of them), and some less than PG ones on Remus' own few photos. While it only made Remus mildly uncomfortable, it sent Sirius' blood boiling.

Despite being a few years their junior, Lockhart really didn't know when to quit. As usual, Remus was unable to tell friendly small talk from blatant flirting, and brushed Gilderoy's comments off as harmless jokes. Sirius didn't understand how Remus could be so oblivious!

It's not that he was at all worried about Remus leaving him for the bastard, or even had any real cause for concern over Remus' safety (Merlin knows he can hold his own in a duel), but the sheer arrogance of Lockhart as he cast smug glances in Sirius' direction while he shamelessly flirted with Remus made Sirius' hands ball into fists.

Lockhart pulled out his phone, no doubt to pull up one of his awful shirtless selfies, and Sirius saw his chance. He made his way over and wrapped his arms around Remus' body from behind, leaning down to press a kiss into his boyfriend's pulse point. The suprised noise that left Remus' lips was enough to attract Lockhart's attention and Sirius stayed in place a second more, relishing the irate flush creeping up the prat's face, before spinning Remus in his arms and sweeping him out onto the dance floor.

"Hey you," Remus fell into step as they spun slowly on the spot amidst several other couples, "where did you come from?"

"James and Lily went to relieve the babysitter. Can you really not tell he wants you?" Sirius didn't intent to mention his ridiculous posessiveness at all, let alone so abruptly. He quickly cut off Remus' undoubtedly whirring mind. "Not that I don't trust you or anything, you know I do, but he's clearly after you..."

If anything, Remus just seemed confused. "Who? Gilderoy?" Sirius gave a glowering nod "Oh don't be silly, he'd hardly out of school-"

"-which is exactly why he's got the balls to think he has a chance with the sexiest werewolf I know!" Remus snorted at that. Sirius didn't see what was funny "It winds me the fuck up!"

Remus leaned up and pressed a kiss to Sirius' jaw. Sirius was satisfied to see Lockhart's knuckles turn white around his glass. "You're cute when you're jealous. Really though, I don't know what you're talking about. To be honest I've never really paid him that much mind." Sirius' ego purred.

"Still, I want him to know that you're definitely-" Remus chuckled as he was pulled closer and Sirius' hand snaked low down his back "-off the market."

Remus laughed again. He's enjoying this, Sirius realised. He was shaken from his thoughts as Remus rested his temple on his shoulder and pressed his nose into Sirius' neck. Sirius didn't even notice Lockhart's glass shatter in his fist.

Sirius smiled as Remus pressed light kisses above his shirt collar, nestling his nose into Remus' curls. "Wanna go home?"

He felt Remus smile against his skin. "Thought you'd never ask."

***

Remus awoke to a mysteriously self-satisfied boyfriend, even more smug than he normally was after their... activities the previous night. Sirius was popped up against the headboard, one arm behind his head and the other tracing shapes on Remus' bare back.

"What's gotten into you?" Remus' voice was hoarse with sleep, eliciting a chuckle from Sirius. "You look all pleased."

"You certainly pleased me last night, love" Remus snorted and the hand stilled, coming up to brush through Remus' hair. Sirius' shit-eating grin still didn't let up. "Check your phone."

Remus reached over to the nightstand and brought the device in front of his face. Squinting as his eyes adjusted, the first thing Remus saw was a notification that Sirius had tagged him in an Instagram post. Not an unusual thing, considering that Sirius' social media is pretty much a photo album of Remus, but the timestamp of 06:04 was rather out of the ordinary.

"What did you do?"

"Just open it!" Sirius' grin widened as he watched Remus click the notification.

The photo was of Remus, as usual, except Remus was naked. Kind of. He was laying on his front in their bed, the sheet just barely reaching his lower back, making it clear he was bare beneath. Beams of light through the blinds illuminated the contours of his back, and made it impossible to miss the purplish red marks sucked into his shoulders and neck.

His immediate though was relief that his family didn't have Instagram, quickly followed by a thrill at being seen this way. By Sirius, by Sirius' flock of admirers, by... ah. So that's why he's looking so smug.

Remus' thoughts were intercepted as Sirius' strong arm hauled him up to where his boyfriend could hold him close, pressing open-mouthed kisses into the dip of his collarbone. "You're so gorgeous, no wonder they all chase after you."

Before Remus could respond, Sirius muttered "let's see what Lockhart had to say about that..."

Remus burst out laughing, setting Sirius off too. His boyfriend had his faults, and could be ridiculous sometimes, but he wouldn't change him for the world.

As usual, I'm incapable of writing anything without a dash of ✨spice✨ in amongst the fluff. I tried to weave in that comfortable domestic sort of fluff you get from a couple that have been together a while and are as in love as ever, which is exactly how I see these two. If I'm honest, I had this idea separately and decided to try and mould it to fit your lovely and versatile request, so I hope you liked it 🥰💙

[absoloutenonsense]

“I’m a vampire,” Harry forces himself to say. 

Louis blinks a few times. It doesn’t look like he’s even registered what Harry’s said, still standing there and looking back at him. His eyebrows pull together again, but only for a moment before they flick up and he blinks, like something’s been confirmed for him. Harry holds his breath and lets him process. He imagines Louis’ cataloging all of the things he thought were odd about Harry — namely the only seeing him at nighttime, he’s sure, but some other things too. He probably has so many questions, and Harry is ready to give him all the answers. 

But then Louis’ mouth curves up into a smirk for a second before he looks down and then back up again, shifting his feet and suddenly standing taller. The air around them clouds with something sweet and playful, and Harry feels his own confusion wash over him. 

“Okay, I’m game,” Louis says, taking a step towards him and wrapping his free hand along the back of Harry’s neck to pull him forward for a kiss. 

Well. 

Harry’s not sure what’s just happened, but that’s easily the smoothest that conversation has ever gone. He wraps his arms around Louis’ waist and hugs him close, close enough that Louis arches his back in the absolute sexiest way Harry’s ever seen or felt. 

“So do I know?” Louis asks between kisses. 

“Hm?” 

He nibbles at Harry’s bottom lip for a moment before pulling away. “Like, are you gonna pretend to pick me up while I’m shopping? A one-night-stand kind of thing? Or do I know and ask you to bite me?” He kisses him again as Harry tries to process that. “I could go for either, what did you have in mind?”

Oh fuck. Louis thinks Harry’s trying to roleplay with him. 

Harry’s hands immediately come up to cup Louis’ face so he can pull away, put some distance between them. He takes half a step back, trailing his fingertips down Louis’ neck as he tries to move with Harry. 

Wincing, Harry says, “That’s not quite… I’m serious, sunshine.”

“Ooo, okay,” Louis says, wiggling his eyebrows. “We’ve already started. You have to give me something though. Like what’s the end-goal? Or how do you want me to act? Just a little something and then we can go for it.” He giggles then, biting his own lip and releasing it quickly. “V’never done supernatural. This’ll be fun.”

“I’m a vampire,” Harry says again earnestly.

Louis rolls his eyes then, but he’s still smiling. “Yeah, I know that, but I need some context to work with.” 

This is not anywhere near what Harry pictured happening when they had this conversation. He should have waited for tomorrow night. 

Harry blows a raspberry in the air with his next breath and tries to think of how to steer this back in the right direction. “Remember the time you were wearing that silver chain and I asked you to take it off?”

“Sure, I think you said you didn’t want to accidentally choke me with it.”

“And you’ve never seen me in the daytime, right? Never outside of my house, anyway, which is covered in blackout shutters and blackout curtains. Don’t you think that’s weird?”

Louis’ eyes flash with something, but he’s still got a smile on his face and the air is still light and fun. “Well, yeah, but I’ve worked the graveyard shift before, I know how daylight can wake you up. Or… wow, how long have you been planning this scene?”

“And that first night, at your place, I had to wait until you invited me before I could come inside.”

His eyebrows are furrowed now, and his eyes drift away to the row of sugars beside him as he thinks. “I don’t remember that, but I suppose so.” He shakes his head and then looks back at Harry. “Sorry, this is getting weird. Have you really been planning this for that long?”

“I haven’t planned anything,” Harry says evenly, watching and waiting for it to click. “I’m a vampire, Louis.”

“I get it, you want to make it feel real, but doing that isn’t making this fun.”

“Trust me, I know,” Harry says. “What would convince you?”

“What would convince me what?”

“That I’m telling the truth.”

“That you’re a vampire,” Louis deadpans. He crosses his arms and the cake box thumps against the side of his body as the air goes a bit sour, annoyed. “Gee, I don’t know, I guess suck my blood.”

“I know you’re joking, but I won’t do that.”

“Well then, I’m not sure I know what else there is for you to do, Harry.” He shakes his head and uncrosses his arms. “Nevermind. I don’t want to do this anymore, let’s just go.”

“I don’t think it’d be a good idea to go back to my place when you don’t believe me.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be doubling down on this, but here we are.” Louis huffs and he clenches his jaw once before rolling his shoulders back. “Fine, you’re a vampire, let’s check out and go.”

Harry swallows and tries to think. Tries to think of something that would help. He looks around at the shelves; he doesn’t see anything silver and he can’t imagine there would be laying around in Tesco. He doesn’t fancy burning himself to prove he’s a vampire anyway. He could have them go back to the bar and drink one of the pouches in Jade’s office, but it seems very roundabout, especially with how pissed off Louis seems to be now. He could pop out his fangs… that might scare him. Might make him run away from Harry. But he can’t think of anything else, so…

“I’ll show you my fangs,” Harry says quietly. 

Louis’ whole body is thrumming with uncertainty. “What?”

“I’ll show you my fangs,” Harry repeats, “To prove it.” 

[grapecaseschoices]

5, 7, and 10 for the PC awards!

5. OC Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive

I know this says MAN but the answer is OBVIOUSLY Kendis. Kendis is hands down my most best dressed character, period.

They definitely hold the Haitian/Haitian American honor of 'dressing to work like you're going to church, dressing to church like you're going to a wedding, etc'. Even when Kendis dresses 'down' the outfit is fire. Kendis also fits in a lot of different styles -- they tend to lean heavy on the dapper meets quirky futch look (which varies from dark academia to brightly colored suits with a bold flower pattern ) but they dip deeply into afropunk, baddie, and stud attire as well. At the end of the day, if it's colorful, it is Kendis.

And it's not just the outfit, it's the hair. Even having her hair shaved doesn't stop Kendis from dishing out Lewks.

Here are some (more) examples: 1, 2,  3 , 4

Not to mention Kendis has had four fcs (don’t ask) and they’re all STUNNING people -- you get to see two in the links.

Honorable mention: 

1. Andy. Have we met Can Yaman? (male chest cw) He is probably one of the most attractive men I’ve ever seen. Like this gif is Andy inspo. The gait, the swagger, the unbotheredness that outfit -- all Andy. 

Some samples of Andy oufits: Here. Here (and sunglasses). And here (Cigar included). (Also here.) Man is almost always besuited. I don’t think he owns t-shirt or jeans, or if he does, it’s when he’s doing labor. He is always on point, and despite these examples (I’m just too tired to look), he adores pastels and rocks them. Andy dresses like a GQMF and he almost always has Cool Sunglasses. So, of course he’d be honorable mention. 

2. Nicola. I love a good goth/grunge/witchy vibes look. But I love those looks better on fat girls, especially when they get booby. And my girl isn’t afraid to get booby. You know she and Yakov are the best fitted pair in the school. 

7. Who wins Outstanding Plot Fucker Upper?

I don’t fully know what this means. Is it more likely to ruin mine/the main outline? Or which one is to ruin a PlotTM ICly (in game)?

If it’s the second it’s probably Kendis, Carmela, and Reuben. Especially the first and the last. Two characters that have literally pointed two fingers at the Big Bad/Big Bad’s Group/Powerful Person and moonwalked out of the room. I mean, well Reuben tried to run out at high speed -- but. 

If you mean most likely to look at my plans for them and go FUCK YOU? Probably Reuben. I NEED HIM TO FUCKING RELAX SO I CAN PUT HIM IN A POLYAMORY RELATIONSHIP!!! If I play Reuben the way I truly want to, he would have 0% with everyone, so I have sorta speed run his development and press him into certain scenarios to fit where I need him to be, where I want him to be, and the pacing of FHR. 

10. Best Kiss?

I already answered this here.

But here is a less bloody snippet of Henry and Colette:

He kissed her again, with urgency, before his lips pressed lightly at her jaw, on the upsweep of her cheek, on her brow. Each brush of his mouth was loving and gentle, like a ray of sun peeking through the curtains. He was no longer seeking and yearning, instead, he was delighted in finding that the strength of his care, the strength of his passion, the strength of need and want, were returned. She was a terrifying woman to love and for him, to him, she was as resplendent as she had always been. There was only room for happiness in Henry at this moment. Happiness and that continuous, and ever-evolving, love for her.

(Fun facts, that thread has over nine thousand words, twenty-three of them involve the word ‘kiss’ and the last word is kiss, lmao)

Ty for the ask bb!