#his hairs are so silky😩

[sowhat17live]

Hannie is so pretty 😭😭🥺✨

Everytime I look at him I keep realizing anew how pretty and handsome he is🥺😍

[torawro]

👂

pls you sending a simple ear emoji is giving this meme

JAJAJAJAJAJQ ANYWAY! honestly, it’s a quite a few men that would fit in that category 😵‍💫 however the first name that popped into my head was me and ichigo <3 but allow me to offer other valuable contenders (in the tags) that also crossed my mind 🙈

[jarofstyles]

Please write us some extreme pda like I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but I love it 😩 like they’re out at a bar and all of their friends are disgusted and annoyed but they’re just so in love they can’t keep their hands off each other 😭😭 like just lots of kisses, neck kisses, lap sitting, whispering to each other, giggling, hair playing etc 🥰

Oh I love a sickly PDA couple but only in books bc I’ll probably vom if I see it irl. So sure!

Here is a bit from Leather and Lace since we just finished them up.

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“I can’t believe you’ve turned to mush.”

“Shut up.” Harry grumbled, holding Y/N closer on his lap. His chin rested on the dip in her shoulder, lips pried away from the chaste kisses he’d been giving to her throat. It was probably obnoxious but Harry really didn’t care. His indifference to what people thought went soul deep. All he really cared about was Y/N, if he was being honest.

And maybe the milkshake she’d promised him on the way home for prying him out of her bed. That was a topic he went back to a few times tonight. 

“Oi, be nice.” Y/N laughed, placing her hand on top of his ringed one to squeeze it lightly. There wasn’t much heat behind her words, merely defending Niall so he wouldn’t be complaining as much to her.

“Thank you. Feels like m’constantly third wheeling now. Knew he had a hard on for ya, but I didn’t expect him to turn into a good old fashioned loverboy.” The man scoffed. Harry merely rolled his eyes, jaw setting slightly as he narrowed his gaze.

“We are not the only people here. Y’know that, yeah? There’s like, a dozen of your friends here. You can fuck off if you’re annoyed. Not my problem.” He hammered in the point with a smirk, kissing the girl’s cheek a few times to make him screw his face up in disgust.

“I was trying to be nice, you old grouch! Even being loved up you still find a way to be mean t’me.” Their friend pouted before sticking up his middle finger, excusing himself to get another drink.

“Baby…” Harry whined slightly, tapping at her cheek to encourage her to turn it. “He’s finally gone. C’mere.” There was no chance of her scolding him as he pressed his lips to hers. They were slightly sticky from the virgin strawberry daiquiri she’d been sipping on -extra maraschino cherries- and sweet to the tongue as he hummed happily against them. This was precisely what he wanted. People to fuck off and leave him to love on her.

Y/N was soothed by his touch, a light giggle muffled by his lips as he turned her slightly in his lap so he could kiss her properly. He’d behaved well enough- for Harry, anyways- so she wasn’t going to get on him too much. He hadn’t wanted to go out, as usual, so she’d bribed him with the promise that he could love on her as much as he wanted- but he had to keep it PG-13. Her fingers brushed through his hair, shivering slightly as his fingers dipped under the hem of her dress.

“Mm… careful.” She sighed, but made no effort to stop. As much as she wanted to be proper, it was hard to want to stop him as he touched her. She played it cool most of the time but she was just as far gone for him as he was for her.

“M’very careful with you, Butterfly.” He nipped lightly at her bottom lip. “Even when you beg me not t’be. But I’ve suffered these people long enough. If you want me t’be nice, I need my kisses.” His voice was quiet enough to not disturb the other people around. His sweet words were reserved solely for the girl who held his affections. Especially the dirtier ones.

“H!” She grinned against his mouth, leaning further in to kiss him again. Wrapping her arm around his shoulder, she leaned into him with a dreamy sigh. Hot fingertips ran over the silky skin of her inner thigh, moisturized to the gods in her shower routine today for this exact reason.

“I can’t help it, you’re always so soft. So sweet…” he cooed. “Want t’eat you up. Torture sitting here when all I want t’do is sit you on my cock to keep it warm while you talk t’me. That’s your favorite, isn’t it?”

Harry never did play fair. Holding back the whine in her throat, she huffed instead. Giving his hair a little tug, she tried her best to look menacing- as menacing as she could in her pretty lilac dress he’d picked out especially for her tonight. “It is, and you’re bein’ mean to me by mentioning it. We can’t here.” Even if the thought made her hot between her thighs, it was too risky.

“I know. We should go home so we can.” The man was trying to coax her and knew where to hit it where it hurt, but they’d barely been out with friends since establishing themselves as a couple.

“Not yet, I’m sorry.” The pout on her face made him forgive her, even if there was still a hint of bitterness over the fact. “They begged for us to come out and it’s only been two hours. One more and we can go home, okay?”

Harry answered with a grunt, hiding his face in her throat again while he resumed with his throat kisses. As much as he wanted to leave, he wanted to make her happy even more. The weakness was real when it came to his Butterfly. Even more so because she’d paused her social tendencies for him. “Okay. But you’re gonna have t’make it up to me big time as soon as we get home, okay?” He was plotting for sure. “An hour straight of making out, a little feel under the dress, maybe a little begging with that cute pout for me to take it off. You know how I like it.”

[the-fiction-witch]

Desire

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Gwayne Hightower Couple - Gwayne X Reader (uncle and Neice) Reader - Y/n (Neice) Rating - 18+ Fondling/ fingering / nipple play/ nipple sucking / nudity/ incest/ forced orgasm/ Word Count - 1550

Requested -

Anonymous asked: can you please write a fic with reader x gwayne. reader is alicent's four daughter (daeron does not exist) and she was sent to old town. reader is now a grown woman, and uncle gwayne say he need to keep track of changes in her body. he need to watch her naked body everyday and touch it to make sure she's growing correctly, especially her breast that he grope and suck everyday. ofc reader let her beloved uncle do everything he wish 😩

Gwayne made his way through the Tower at Oldtown, taking the route he took most every morning. He arrived at her chambers and quickly opened the door heading in and closing it behind him.

“Y/n… Y/n? Where is my little princess?” He cooed,

The sound woke her, and Y/n sat up in her bed with a yawn.

“Ummm…. Good Morning,” She cooed,

“Good Morning My little princess,” he smiled,

Gwayne moved swiftly across the room and plated himself on her bed at her side, he took her hand as his eyes trailed to the thin white nightie biting back his desires.

“How did you sleep, Sweet girl?”

She nodded, “Very well, I had a dream,”

“Oh? Do tell,”

“About dragons,”

“Humm as you often do,” He chuckled squeezing her hand, “Come, come now, Y/n. We need to get you ready for the day don’t we?”

She nodded with a cheery smile,

“Come on then Little princess,” he smiled pressing a kiss to her forehead,

Y/n happily climbed out of bed and moved over to her dressing area beside her balcony doors. She stood on the little stool of a well-stained wood with green fabric cushioning, planting her feet on the stool firmly. Leaving her stood with her wooden changing screen behind her and three floor-length mirrors in front of her.

Gwayne went to the balcony opening the doors to let the morning air circulate before he came up behind her pushing the changing screen a little as he did almost sealing the area between screen and mirror to almost form a little room.

“You remember why we must do this?”

She nodded,

“Tell me,”

“We must check how I grow,”

“Yes we must little princess,” he cooed, “One day… soon I’m sure. You will be wed to a very high-ranking important lord. And if we want our little princess, to wed the handsomest, strongest, richest lord. We need to make sure every single man in the seven kingdoms…” his tone fell to a whisper, “Desires her.” He growled in her ear, “Every day we need to check and make sure you are… as beautiful as possible. Every inch, every hair, every mole. So we can make sure you’re desirable.”

“Yes, Uncle,”

“Now, let's have a look shall we little princess?”

She nodded without question,

He began with her hair, he slowly pulled the ribbons from her hair letting it fall, running his fingers through her locks as he undoes all the braids done the night before,

“Humm very beautiful, silky and smooth, perfect.” he cooed, “Good girl,” kissing her temple,

He moved to kneel in front of her his sly smile wide as he looked up at her, he rose one knee and tapped his thigh invitingly,

She nodded and moved her left foot up and onto his thigh,

He ran his fingers from her toes slowly and seductively up to her knee,

“Very smooth,” He cooed, “Very smooth indeed, you remember to scrub your legs in the bath every day my little princess?”

She nodded,

“Good girl,” he cooed, tapping her foot,

She changed over resting her left foot back on the stool and sitting her right on his thigh,

Once more he ran his hands over her from toe to knee, briefly brushing over a bruise on her ankle,

“Shh shh… another day or so and that’ll be all better,” he cooed, “Good girl little princess,” he cooed tickling her foot before he stood again, he looked very closely at her face caressing her cheek, “Very beautiful, lovely and cute.” he kissed her nose, But his sly smile grew as he circled her stopping behind her and nuzzling her neck, “Now… let's have a nice look,” he said as his fingers toyed with the string that laced up her nightie,

“Yes Uncle,” She nodded,

He bit his lip before he pulled at the string, slow and seductively unlacing her dress, he pulled it off her shoulders and pushed it from her hips letting it pool around the stool on the floor. He looked at her, in the mirrors his hands cradling her waist, “You… get more beautiful everyday little princess,” he growled, He began to slide his hands across her skin, over every inch, stroking her thighs, her hips, her arms, her stomach measuring her with his hands, constantly muttering compliments in her ear calling her beautiful between kisses, “Now this is a body, that a god would desire.” he barked in her ear, his hands stroked her thighs delicately slipping up to her hips and he took a step back to admire her ass, “Bend.” He demanded,

She nodded and bent over showing off her ass far better,

He tried to hold back his groan as his hands cupped her cheeks and smoothly fondled her ass, he chuckled a little and growled, “Touch your toes.”

Y/n obeyed “Yes uncle,” And bent over touching her toes leaving her completely exposed to him,

He bit his lip hard and spread her cheeks baring her utterly to him, “Beautiful little princess, a very pretty ass, good for a good smack,”

She giggled slightly but jolted as he smacked her hard on her ass, “Ooh-”

“Your husband will want that, he’ll love to spank and slap your pretty ass when you walk with him, and you’ll barely leave a room without a good smack,” He chuckled, “Stand up, nice and tall.” He cooed,

Y/n stood tall once more,

Gwayne wrapped his arms around her waist and ran his fingers under her breasts, his breath hot against her ear as he slipped up to cup her breasts in each hand, “Ohhh yes… so beautiful little princess… so very very beautiful,” he growled, “Any man in the seven kingdoms would adore to come home after a long ride and cup these, massage them in his hands and relax,” He groaned as he began to grope her breasts squeezing them and juggling the weight of each in his hands, he licked his lips as he watched her nipples get hard from the cold morning air and his relentless attention, “There we go, nice and perky,” he cooed tugging on her nipples a little to make them as hard as possible,

Y/n gasped,

“Umm, that feel nice?”

She nodded, “Yes Uncle,”

“It should now let me hear you.” he cooed as he rubbed her nipples between his thumb and index finger rolling them between them,

“Ughhh!” She gasped her hips arching up,

“Ummm good girl,” he growled kissing her neck rather aggressively, he was holding back the burning desire to give her a hickey, But he broke away and moved in front of her, “Let’s test them,” he growled kissing down her neck and taking her left nipple between his lips, he began to suck and lap his tounge against the tender skin,

“Ughhhh! Uncle!” She softly moaned,

He sucked harder groping her right breast as he worked, swirling his tounge around her apex and suckling on her like a babe

“Ughhh ughhhh! Uuuuhhh!” She threw her head back as she moaned,

He finally released her nipple but not for long, “You need to practice little princess, for when your husband and your little babies want to enjoy these, you need to learn not to be so… sensitive.” as he simply moved to her right nipple and did the same licking and sucking,

“Uhhhhhhh! Uncle! Please!” She squealed,

He finally pulled back and smirked down at her, his hand slipping down from her breast and sliding down her stomach dipping between her legs, he ran his fingers over her folds and sunk deep inside her,

“Ughhh! Uncle!” She screamed as his finger slid inside her,

“Very good princess,” he cooed, “Very wet, very warm, just as it should.” he nodded as he began to thrust his finger inside her,

Y/n moaned and screamed dripping down her legs,

Which only made Gwayne chuckle smugly, his other hand came to rub against her clit leaving her utterly at his mercy as she moans and screams, her toes curling as he gets faster and faster, he slowly adds more and more fingers until his left hand is fingering her knuckles deep on three fingers and two fingers rub her clit hard and fast, her juices dripping off his fingers as he works,

“Uncle… uncle… please I-” she begged but it was already too late,

Y/n came screaming his name as she squirted down his hand,

Gwayne slows his hands letting her ride out her orgasm as long as he could before he slips his hands away and licks his fingers clean in front of her,

Y/n gasps and struggles to even stand after all that,

But Gwayne takes her by the hand and pushes her palm to his hard bulge, “You see that little princess? Do you feel how hard it is? Feel how it throbs?”

“Yes, Uncle,”

“That is what you do to a man,” He cooed, “Any man who sees you feels like this, they desire you… as do I.” he growled, “Go get dressed now Little princess, we’re all done for this morning.”

“Yes Uncle,” Y/n nodded as she moved off her stool to begin her day as always.

[bamfkeeper]

Kurt with a goatee kills me...please imagine him. PLEASE. 18+ under cut, MDNI

I can't get it out of my head, but him with a goatee is one of my favorite looks ever. He's just sooo hot, that blue devil knows it too. I mean look at that fucking grin 😩

Warnings: afab reader, a lot of teasing because look at him, oral sex, brief unprotected sex, fingering, using his tail, semi-exhibitionistic situation

WC: 1.2k (kinda short, will write more of this one in the future though ^^)

I want to imagine so many things with him. Watching him groom would be hot for no reason. Him combing it or styling it in the mirror, catching glances and shooting you that damn smile. "What are you looking at, schatz? You always stare at me when I do this." he hummed as his tail flicked.

"Dunno just...watching you mess with it." you reply with a soft shrug, trying to hide how attractive you find his goatee.

Or laying on him at any point and reaching up to play with it, he grabs your wrist lightly and tsks you. "Ah, ah...now I just finished styling, meine liebling, you will make it a mess if you play with it." he smiled down at you, cheeky and knowing. You know, that smile that his canines poke out and you can't help but squirm where you are.

Imagine feeling that hair rub against your skin as his tongue laps away at you, he nearly pulls you up off the bed, his face buried as hot breaths leave his nostrils while his tongue is completely occupied. He slides it up and down your wet slit and flicks your clit, your juices soak his goatee and he pulls back, strings of spit and arousal connecting him to you.

"Ah, liebe...you are drooling..." he chuckled, his finger swiping over your wet clit and gently pushing inside, his finger slowly pumping in and out of you while you write beneath him. His expert movements pressed upward, curling and finding that delicious spot inside you that made you moan louder.

"So schön, I will always remember these sounds you make for me..." he purred and leaned down, his glossy lips pressed into yours. You could taste yourself on him, his goatee slightly damp too. Oh god, it turned you on so badly you felt like you were in heat.

"Kurt, I need more than a finger, and you know it..." your body squirmed as he playfully continued to curl his finger inside you, gently pressing up on that sweet spot that made you nearly see stars.

"I know, I know, I am not too cruel to deny you your needs." he retracted his finger from you, watching how your pussy tightened from the absence and he sighed, his cock growing harder between his legs as he looked down at your beautiful body.

"Mein Engel...you are like a piece of art in a cathedral..." he placed kiss after kiss on your body, his hands rubbing your hips and sides, his tail delicately wrapping around your wrists and guiding your arms above your head. "I worship only one God...but perhaps I could spare some of that dedication to you." he winked. "The closest to a real angel I shall ever see."

You whined, his words were so tender but his gestures were so hot, you felt loved and turned on at the same time. "Please, I can't wait any longer..." you glanced down at his cock, erect as a bead of precum got too heavy and slowly drizzled out of him, leaking onto your belly.

His cock was beautiful, his head swollen and purple, the damn thing always made you arch your back and you wanted him in you every chance you got. Especially when he gave you that stupid smirk that made your pussy grow hot and wet.

You gasped when he rubbed his tip up and down your silky folds, your mind fogged as you whimpered. He grunted, biting his lip as he slid himself against you, slickening himself up a little bit so it wasn't such a stark penetration. "Ready?" he arched a brow, looking down at you as he positioned himself once more.

You were so needy at this point, you couldn't help but buck your hips towards him and his tip slid in. He grabbed your hips and pinned them to the mattress, smirking at you. "Naughty thing." he panted softly, "You have no patience, do you, dove?" he questioned with a false tinge of disappointment.

You pouted slightly, your bottom lip protruding a bit. He chuckled at that and rubbed your lip with the pad of his thumb, "Now, don't pout, dove. I will give you what you need. I know if I don't, you'll become a little Teufel, won't you?" he nipped your neck and smiled against your skin as you let out a loud moan when he slid the rest of his length inside you.

Or imagine him getting out of the shower, his entire body slick and wet, his hair soaked and dripping onto the mat below him when he steps out. His goatee gathering large water droplets all the same. They drip onto his chest and run down his body, you have to hold back when you see him drying off, he ruffles his hair with the towel and he smiles at you.

How soft it would be after he showers. He grooms and fixes himself up after drying, and he kisses you, since you know you like that first thing after he's all done. "Still love it?" he questions with a chuckle, watching you sigh happily. You nearly melt in his arms.

"Oh yes, still love it..." you whisper and lean in for another kiss so you could feel that facial hair against you once more.

He makes jokes about shaving it off, (he's kidding), just to see you whine and beg him not to. "Oh, my heart," he holds his chest like he were shot. "Would thou not love me, if I were but a hairless blue boy?" he feigns dramatically. He always makes you laugh, your panic dying down and you roll your eyes at him. "Tease."

He knows that a single look gets you weak in the knees. During meetings, he will glance at you and you feel yourself stiffen in your seat. Suddenly you have good posture, and he chuckles to himself. If he feels extra cheeky...he will do more than just glance and give you a smirk.

His tail snakes around your leg, the spade slithering between your legs and pressing your core. Your breath hitches, you desperately try to look like nothing is happening, trying to pay attention to whatever is being said, but this blue imp doesn't make it easy.

His tail slides up and down, caressing your cunt through your clothes before he manages to slide it under, his bare tail feels your wet folds and you can see him grin out of the corner of your eye. "Frecher Vogel." he whispers so only you can hear.

You have to bite your lip, the tip of his tail pokes inside your wet entrance, exploring you expertly even though he was practically blind in the moment. He moved his tail tip to your bud and teases it, your legs naturally spread more and you hook your feel around the back of each chair leg, needing to focus on something else to keep you from moaning out loud in front of everyone.

The feeling of your sensitive bud being played with send shocks through your body, you were shaking with anticipation as his tail rubbed your clit, trying your absolute best to stay still. The gentle movements of it were driving you crazy, and the fact that it was his tail made everything feel even more naughty. He sat still like nothing was happening beneath the table, that cheeky bastard.

Your cheeks were surely red by now, no amount of hiding or squirming could distract from that. You feigned you weren't feeling well, which is why you looked feverish. Though, a quick glance at Emma and the split second of eye contact had her smirking like a fox at you.

Damn telepaths.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover images: Immortal X-Men #7 (2022)

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

I'm begging for some HC of Ominis and Sebastian masturbating over the female player 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻Like where they prefer to do it, how often, how much noise do they make, how much do they cum? Please describe them 😩

Ominis x f!reader; Sebsatian x f!reader

Warnings - 18+ smut content, all characters over the age of 18, masturbation

A/N - This really got to to me after all the Sebastian audio clips that have been floating around 😩

Ominis

- he prefers his privacy in the Undercroft, usually off in a dark part of it somewhere

- he always listens intently somewhat hoping you might stumble in and find him

- he fights his urges and only masurbates to completion in his favorite spot once a week

- other times he’ll mostly edge himself while showering, but he likes to build it up to make it better

- he doesn’t like it about himself, but he can be very noisy. He goes at a time when he knees Seb won’t walk in, if anyone does it’ll be you

- he makes gasps and groans as he thinks about your mouth, your fingers, your breasts

- with all sense but his eyes being so sensitive he just imagine the different textures and temperatures it would all of

- he picture soft breasts that give way to his cock, rough fingers wrapped him, a silky, hot mouth for him to fuck contrasted with your wet pussy clenched around him and feeling impossibly tight

- he loves thinking about you massaging his balls or his sensitive taint and teasing him about how much it makes him whimper

- he takes his time and it often means speeding up and slowing down to the point of his cock weeping, his own stick pre-cum all over his hand and probably his thighs or trousers too

- when he’s finally ready to let go he shouts quite loud, strangled moans of your name and curse words tumbling out of him

- he tries to contain his mess to his hand, but it all just oozes out because he’s usually got so much fun built up

- he’s messy, loud, and likes to maximize the orgasm to the fullest by trying to hold out until he’s so worked up he can’t take it

Sebastian

- his favorite spot is to get comfortable in his bed

- he uses a silencio charm after closing up all of the curtains

- he does it quite often, maybe almost daily with how desperate he is

- he’ll come back from having hang out with you and be ripping his tie off, pulling at all of his clothes because he can’t get naked fast enough

- he’s thinking about every flash of skin he’s seen from you, a day where you had a particular shirt skirt and you were all thighs

-a day your shirt was big and he got a glimpse at your shoulder, a broader peek at your chest

- Sebastian is really an ass man and heart and just thinks about how lovely it would be for you to be suffocating him with both of your holes just exposed to him

- he flushes but differently than Ominis in that it’s his whole body

- his freckles are peppered over his whole body and the fever from his arousal hair makes his face, neck, shoulders, chest, all of it red

- he’s desperately rutting into his own hand, spit included as he rushes towards the relief that he knows isn’t going to be enough

- he’s murmuring fuck over and over, maybe even little sentences he wish were real “fuck y/n ride me harder” “go faster” “be a good girl for me”

- when he finally cums his facial expression is everything and his whole body spasms, his mouth hanging up, him breathing heavily and tugging at his own sweaty hair

- he’s rougher with himself, he’s full of desperation 24/7 with how much he’s thinking about you, and he wants to take you right in his bed loving the idea of being naked around you when you’re not

[shadowdaddies]

Request ?! Bat boys sucking on readers nipples because they are sore during her cycle🥲😩😩🤌🤌

soo I'm not certain if you meant separate headcanons or all together so I went all the batboys at once😈 hope that's okay

Tender

Batboys x f!Reader

warnings: not explicit smut?, idk maybe. grey area..., okay ya it's smut but it cuts off before the sex

Squeezing your eyes shut, you curled inward on the mattress, tugging the sheets over you as the cramps washed over your body. Stomach churned, your cycle so painful it took the breath from your lungs as you laid in bed.

The door creaked open, Rhysand’s violet eyes studying you with a graceful caution as Azriel and Cassian forced their way around him. Cassian’s nose scrunched at your scent, Rhys cooing as the three Illyrians moved closer towards you.

“Your cycle?” Az questioned, a scarred hand brushing sweaty hair from your face as you looked up at him with a pitifully weak nod.

“Oh, what can we do sweetheart?” Cassian murmured, gruff voice low as he settled next to you on the bed. His weight dipped the mattress, a sharp pain shooting through your sore chest at the movement.

All eyes turned wide at your reaction, a cautious aura blanketing the room. “Did I hurt you?” Cassian eked out, his voice cracking with guilt while he studied you for injury.

“No, no,” you breathed. “I’m just... tender, is all,” you admitted, cheeks flushing a rosy red as your gaze dipped quickly to your breasts and back.

“Oh,” Rhys rumbled, his scent turning darker, muskier. Breathing grew heavier among the group, need rising painfully in your core at the sight of three powerful Illyrians, barely restrained from touching you.

“I- It helps, to massage them, usually,” you breathed, hardly above a whisper. You refused to look at any of them, sure of your own arousal wafting through the air. “If you all would go, I can take care of myself.”

Rhys and Cassian shuffled awkwardly toward the door, but Azriel’s voice cut through the air like a dagger. “Do you want to?”

You resisted the urge to moan at his husky tone, daring to meet the hazel eyes which bore into yours. “Want to what?”

A smirk turned up the corners of the shadowsinger’s lips, gaze turning predatory as he stalked toward you, Rhys and Cassian close behind. “Do you want us to touch you? To make you feel better?”

An involuntary gasp escaped you at the question, wide eyes searching each male in the room only to find desperate need and desire. “Yes, please,” you breathed, chest subconsciously arching toward them.

Azriel was first to reach you, gently grasping the straps of your nightgown as he tugged the silky fabric down to reveal your chest to all three males. They sucked in a collective breath, their scents thickening the air in a way that had your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Please, please touch me,” you pleaded with Azriel, gaze then flicking to Rhys and Cassian as you grew impossibly desperate. 

With a grunt, Cassian dove past Az, tongue flicking out against your left nipple as rough hands kneaded your breast. The pain and pleasure mingled with each other in a dance, gasps forced from your mouth, head tilted back in ecstasy at the sensations.

Yet, still you needed more, and begged for such from your High Lord. You swore you could feel approval ripple through the air, Rhys’s long nimble fingers toying with the bud of your right nipple, the feeling so different from Cassian your mind reeled to catch up.

Hips ground against the mattress, your arousal mixing with the blood from your cycle to create a pathetic wetness between your thighs. “Gods, I need more,” you half-moaned, half-cried as Rhys’s tongue flicked your nipple, Cassian’s canines brushing the other as he sucked the bud.

Dazed eyes found Azriel’s, the male standing proudly with arms crossed as you came undone in front of him. “You,” you growled, hand finding the strength to yank him toward you by the collar. “I need you.”

That cocky smirk only deepened, Azriel looking down at you with unconstrained pride as shadows wound up your limbs, sending goosebumps over your skin. “Oh believe me, love. We are nowhere near done with you.”

[kuoukyeee]

Hi! Could you do any Kengan characters and their s/o getting dressed / ready to go to a fancy event! What if they left early to go to a drive in food place.

I chose Gaolang , Lihito and Wakatsuki. Let me know if you want me to do other characters!

Gender neutral

Not nsfw but is suggestive

Gaolang

• He irons both of your outfits the night before and he would make sure both of you are squeaky clean. Especially if its a formal event! He doesn't want to ruin king Ramas reputation by looking messy in public.

• He shaves and uses some faint aftershave wich has you sniffing him like a dog.

• He would wear a simple and elegant suit in a dark silky colour wich complements his complexion.

• As for you, he would make sure that you're not over or underdressing for the event.

• He helps you zip up anything, or helps you put on your heels(if you wear them).

• He knows all the etiquette and he looks so elegant and shit, it makes you feel like a peasant standing next to him.

• He just oozes this sexy mysterious vibe. You never get tired of ogling him.

Lihito

• I don't think he's the best at choosing outfits for formal events, so you would have to make sure his decisions are appropriate.

• As for picking your own outfit, he's not much help as he would tell you to wear the more sexy outfits, which don't necessarily fit the theme.

• He puts on some strong ass cologne which makes your nose hairs shrivel up💀 (jk)

• But fr you could sniff him out in a crowd bcs of how much he sprays that shit.

• If you ask him to help zip something up he would get horny and start teasing you.

• If you wear a necklace he will try to help you put it on, but both of you will end up struggling to open those tiny ass necklace clasps

• He goes feral when you put on your perfume.

• He's definitely a little anxious because he probably doesn't go to many important events, the only way to calm this sweet himbo down is to give him kisses and nuzzles.

Wakatsuki

• Even tough he wears basic clothes all the damn time, he does have some nice suits. (Unc has style)

• He probably asks you to help him shave so he doesn't miss any spots (he thinks this is such a clever excuse, but you know he just wants you to touch his face)

• He will ask you to show him what youre wearing, and if you twirl he will perk up and flash one of his rare charming grins says sum shit like 'you look gorgeous sweetheart' or 'that looks amazing on you' (grandpa rizz)

• If you ask for help zipping something up, he would be a little hesitant because of his strength. But he will eventually cave in, you would feel his big warm hand holding down your clothes to your body so they don't ride up and he would slowly close the zip. Making sure he doesn't break it. (gentle giant🥺)

• If he wears a suit or a button down, you're fighting your inner demons. Youre salivating over how the fabric presses against his defined body. Youre deffo jumping on him when you get back.

• He has a nice subtle cologne which smells like how he looks yk??(sexy, mature and serious😩).

• This dilf deffo lets you link arms with him. (POWER COUPLE)

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Okay so hear me out. You know how III has an undercut, right? Well, what if he's... Letting it grow out, now that they're not on tour.. All I can think about is tangling my fingers in the short hair and gently pulling on it as he eats me out like a starved man 😩😩

Something sweet

Let me tell you smth… let me tell you smth!!!!

It’s one of those evenings where you haven’t made any plans. Nothing was on the agenda and you knew that alone lifted a huge chunk of fatigue off of iii shoulders. You always let him take the lead during the first couple of days back home after the tour was finished. He craved the stability of the home waiting for him. Of you always welcoming him back. And while he wasn’t always a clinger, the first days back he embodied your shadow.

Here he was now, on his third nap of the day. Head resting on your chest, body practically covering yours. The show you two had been watching off and on since the morning playing in the background. You felt iii hand move slightly beneath your shirt where he had been aimlessly kneading your breast before falling asleep. He nuzzles deeper into you with a satisfied sigh before blinking up at you.

“How was your nap, sleeping beauty?”, you smile at him, brushing some of his messy hair away from his face. iii shoots you one of his goofy grins. “Always good when I can sleep on you”, he mutters, “Would be even better if it was in you”. You can’t help but chuckle, “Oh, I don’t doubt it”. You also weren’t too surprised to feel his hands slowly moving towards the flimsy shorts you had on.

“Don’t you want to eat first”, you cupped his face, looking over to the side table, “It’s past 3 pm already and we only…fuck”, you wimped at the feeling of iii slowly slipping his fingers up and down your folds. “You were saying, darling?”, the bastard pushed on, and you could hear the smile on his face. “Food”, you breathed out at the feeling of III slowing crawling down your body, stopping to nibble at your exposed skin.

“Now that you mentioned it”, he mused against your hip, “I am hungry”. A strange sort of disappointment flushed through you. But you could wait. His well-being was more important. Just before you could move, iii slipped of the sofa and dragged your hips with him.

“For something sweet that is”, his blue eyes burned into you. “You need proper food”, you tried to argue. “I intend to have a full course meal down here, don’t you worry”, he reassured you, not bothering to fully undress you, just pushing the silky material to the side as he bit onto your inner thigh. A whimper slipped past your lips as that familiar heat burned in your stomach. Your hand pure on muscle memory reached for iii hair.

You loved the clean shaved undercut he had. It was sexy and all but it left little room for you to grasp on. Now you were more than happy that he had gotten too lazy to retouch it towards the end of the tour. You threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling it up slightly. The moan that iii let out again your cunt had you throwing your head back from the vibration it seemed to send down your body.

“iii”, you grinned deeper into him. He hummed in return, clasping both of his hands over your hips as he swirled his tongue over your sensitive bud before continuing to fuck you with it. He seemed to be in every fiber of your body as you arched from the sofa. Grasping for support and once again finding your hands slipping into his hair. “Fuck, please”, you whimpered feeling the tightness slowly climbing up and up.

iii parted your thighs, that threatened to clamp his head between your heat, open, making you cry in despair even more. And then as if it was even possible he pressed into your heat even more his mustache crating that last bit of friction sending you toppling over the edge. You didn’t even get to tell him that you were close as your juices gush all over his face. Any other man would pull away but not iii. Lapping at it like a man starved.

And then his fingers switched places with his tongue and from the way his eyes were burning you know what he was after. “No, iii”, you whined, feeling his two fingers stretching you out. “I can’t”, you mused but it’s too late, his thumb pressed into your still throbbing clitoris as he pumped his fingers in and out. Your toes curled as you cried out his name over and over panting at the rekindled flame.

“Come on, be a good girl”, he grunted while licking his lips, “Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” You didn’t even know if you were nodding or saying anything. The pressure building and the steady brutality of the way he was fingering you was enough to make you see stars. He leaned to bite down onto your breast, taking your nipple between his teeth and all the mighty tides broke. You grasped for his hand trying to push it away but for no use. Your juices flowed down both of your bodies. “Good job”, iii praised, “Look what a pretty mess you made”, he mused giving your pussy a couple of taps before leaning in to kiss you.

[lucijawriteswords]

you should do headcanons for arber xhekaj 😩🙏🏻 i am so thirsty for that man it’s ridiculous

but of course!

arber xhekaj | head canons

summary: musings and ramblings about un habitent certain (c’est juste l’homme plus beau du monde).

warnings: 18+!!! SMUT. little bit of this (hair pulling), little bit of that (thigh riding), some of this (too much talk about hands). but he’s also such a softie, don’t you think? don’t act surprised bc what else would i write about?!!

sweet

- watching the sunlight trickle through the blinds onto his face, normally so terse and serious, but now soft and golden under the sunlight.

- his soft laughs and whispered advice as he tries to teach you some words in czech, or one of his favorite childhood meals.

- the feeling of his finger tips tracing stars on your back, your leg, the palm of your hand.

- soft kisses into even softer hair.

- sitting on the bathroom counter with him standing snugly between your legs, applying a face mask, being so careful not to snag his moustache.

- his heavy body melting into yours after a rough game, feeling his comically large hands pull you closer than close.

- laying on the couch, limbs tangled, working on your ever growing playlist, listening to each others favorite songs and adding them to the playlist fondly titled “us 😚”

- him scooping your half asleep body off of the couch, laundry folding forgotten, to escort you into bed, where he would lay you down so gently and pull the blankets up to your chin- and then the subtle scraping of the laundry basket (all clothes now folded) as he placed it at the foot of the bed before climbing in with you.

spicy

- the way his thigh feels under your clit, hard and wide, his hands on your hips, building you back and forth, a slick sheen forming on his olive skin.

- his deep, hoarse noises as you take him all the way in your mouth, the head of his cock bumping at the back of your throat, hot and hard and him, filling your entire mouth with the silky skin of his cock.

- the way his eyes would flutter, fighting to stay open, as you ground yourself down on him, swirling your hips to spell his name, one letter at a time.

- hard, rough, hungry fucks on the couch or over the counter or in the back of the training room at the rink.

- constellations of hickeys all across your neck and chest, some faded, some still angry and red.

- the delicious stretch of his fingers inside of you, prying you open to make room for his hot tongue.

- the growl of a moan he releases into your cunt when you grip his hair tight- maybe a little too tight- to anchor yourself back to earth as he makes you see galaxy after galaxy.

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 18: CUMDUMP Kuchiki Byakuya 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡ day 18 cumdump with byakuya or shunsui? 👀 just being used as their personal stress relief toy 😩💚 tw: mdni. stablished relationship. pretty cute and romantic. stress relief. cumdump duh. oral (I am convinced Byakuya has one of the best oral skills in all seireitei) wc: 1.2K 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“I won’t let a man use my body for free, nor be his cumdump for that matter” that’s what you always said until you met him.

Is not easy to be a captain from the Gotei 13, nor a noble where every responsibility relays on your back. He has to be serious all the time, or at least that was what they made him to believe. He has to fulfil the duties of the Kuchiki clan head skilfully and honourably, and some days there are people who won’t cooperate with him to do so.

During those days, in which stress is too high and he can barely stand not using Senbonzakura to slide some heads off, he comes back home with a single idea in mind: fuck her, as much as he pleases. And fill her up so much she can barely walk without messing the floor with his own seed.

“(Name), I’m home” he announces, taking his kenseikan off. That can only mean one thing; since wearing it represents the noble and taciturn aspect of himself, the moment the Kuchiki take them out they are allowed to be free…

Really free…

You run to him, happily knowing he is home. “Byakuya-sama you are ho….-“ you chime, stopping on your feet, watching his silky hair fall freely over his shoulders with no silver garnishment holding it up.

Byakuya smirks, a little slight curve that garnishes the right corner of his lips. You know this man has enough energy to last all night, and exactly the inverse amount of patience.

You widen your eyes, and blink quickly after. Mentally preparing yourself from what’s about to come, you begin to run through the hall of the Kuchiki manor.

“Hell no, come here” he murmurs, running after you. He could use flash step, but he won’t. Byakuya has slowly learned to have fun, to smile and play whenever he is alone with you. Because you have become his safe place, no matter what.

“No, oh lord no!” you cry, laughing as he finally catches you by your waist. “My guts! Have mercy on me, Kuchiki-sama!” you joke, while he moves your hair aside to bite -with anything but delicacy- your neck.

Byakuya pushes you to the bed; the big mattress in which both sleep every night. He is a man of few words, but those aren’t needed… you can read his eyes better than anyone else.

He leaves Senbonzakura over the bedside table, and then proceeds to take his haori off. He might be horny and hard, but his Zanpakuto and Captain distinctive deserves utmost respect anytime.  

Once the two of his most important belongings are safely resting aside, Byakuya loosens up the white himo to take the black kosode off and then the white shitagi. All of that ends up on the floor, he has so many pairs he doesn’t care.

His beautiful pure white skin shines before your eyes, the prominent collar bones you love, the tight skin of his stomach, the toned arms, everything, absolutely everything from him.

“Byakuya-sama…” you purr, even if you wish you didn’t speak you can’t help it.

“Mh??” he asks, while softly slapping your knees to spread your legs. You are -conveniently- wearing the fine silk nightgown he bought you with an equally fine lingerie underneath.

He comes in between your legs, extending his hands to you. You are the only one allowed to take his mitt gloves off. And you do, with utmost care, leaving them right next to you like sacred pieces of him.

“Very well, now let’s take this off… shall we?” he utters, as his mandible muscles tenses and his fingers skillfully peel the thong off your body.

With the lace strap still hanging from one of your ankles, he lifts your legs up. He couldn’t wait when he saw your juicy temptation. A fruit he is willing to try and delightfully eat out.

Your shins rest on his shoulders, his right hand on the small of your back to push you even high. His mouth reaches your core so perfectly, tasting the first drops of his favourite elixir.

You contort as the tip of Byakuya’s tongue reaches for your entrance. He devours you, drinking every little hint of femininity melting off you.

With a delicate hand, he presses down your lower belly, making your muscles to spasm harder and the pleasure higher.

Your nails carve marks on the silk sheets, gripping tightly to them with your head thrown back and an expression of pure bliss in your face. The sweet little whimpers abandoning your lips, motivate your long-haired lover to keep going, until he can easily break you in a thousand parts.

“You are so, always, absolutely… delicious…” Byakuya grunts, with his lips still muffled by your anatomy. Your eyes fix on his deep cerulean ones, and there is no need to tell him how much you want him inside you right now…

He immediately puts you down, dominantly, fast, desperately. His hakama feels tight around his crotch, he is about to burst, and it is almost painful to keep on waiting.

You hang there for him to finally untie the front and back himo. And as he does, the black fabrics fall to reveal his erection.

Hungry, like a beast, he is preparing to attack. That delicate, serious noble façade is left aside the moment his hair falls freely and there is no one else but you looking at him.

His nudity, a work of art that is meant to be praised, tops you. There aren’t many words that can express what you feel inside your own inner world. How every skyscraper crumble and turn to dust, how the walls built around fall to let him take over… for his soul to bound and extent it to vast fields of sakura flowers.

Byakuya pants in desire before impaling you with hard delight, his back goes up and down, his sharp sight disarms you, his pale lips slightly separate, and his straight hair frame his angelical face.

You receive him deep inside, pushing even further and curling your back. A mute moan escapes your mouth as you lose the power to speak and the ability to breathe. Nails that were grasping on the sheets are now being carved on his back, and your muffled pants are being inhaled by Byakuya’s mouth.

He has no mercy, just as when he fights, with his hips’ thrusts. It makes the muscles of your inner thighs to spasm, to tremble.

And soon, in between kisses and the sound of wet slaps of your skins, climax reaches for you and him. Like a hurricane, like a summer storm… impetuous, strong and unstoppable.

You bite his lower lip, pulling and smirking as you whine, expecting your womb to be filled by his sweet warm milk.

Byakuya sighs louder and smiles while looking you right in the eye. “Are you ready my sweet beautiful cum dump?” he growls.

“Y-yes… fill me so up to the brim, Byakuya-sama~” “As you wish…”

You aren’t sure if it’s on the genes or it is because he is strong, but that night, there were more than three times in which he was able to release mostly all his stress. And oh, love… you felt like bursting happy to be the official cum dump wife of the Kuchiki clan head ~

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[brittscafe]

Hiii I have a request

Jushiro x reader

Jushiro getting horny while his lover sits on his lap and reader being shy

I know it’s not a lot of details but I hope your able to write something for it

Hiiii!! <3 Y'all know I love writing for my lovely husband 😩

The bar is filled with loud chatter and people are squeezed in every inch of the building. Jushiro's hand is latched onto yours, pulling you through the crowd and making sure you don't get lost.

Your eyes are memorized by his long, silky, white hair flowing behind him as he easily travels through the busy intersection. You and Jushiro finally reach the bar counter where Shunsui is sitting and waving at you guys.

You and Jushiro glance down at the one and only open seat near Shunsui.

"Go ahead and sit," Jushiro clears his throat, placing his hands on your shoulders and nudging you closer to the bar stool.

"No, it's fine. You can sit down instead," you shake your head.

"It's ok, my love. I really don't mind standing," Jushiro reassures you with a gentle voice.

"Jushiro, sit. It's fine, really. I'll just sit on your lap," you shrug your shoulders and Jushiro's breath hitches in his throat. Shunsui cocks an eyebrow and you shoot him a glare.

"I didn't say anything," Shunsui shoots his hands up in the air in defense. You roll your eyes with annoyance and Jushiro sits down.

Jushiro's palms are sweaty as you carefully sit down on his lap, your ass pressing against his lap and soft cock.

Shunsui orders you drinks as you shift in Jushiro's lap. He gulps, feeling his cock grow hard inside of his boxers. The way your hips sway and your clothed ass rubs against his cock makes Jushiro grow hot for you.

His hand is gripping onto your waist, then only do you notice how his slender fingers are digging into his flesh and his hard cock is pressed into your ass.

You slightly turn your head and your eyes meet Jushiro's. His eyes are slanted and narrow, filled with lust.

One look is all the two of you need to understand what is going on.

"I'm sorry, my love," Jushiro mumbles out and your face grows red hot. You swallow harshly and grab onto his hand that's sitting on your waist, squeezing it lightly.

"It's ok," you chuckle out nervously, gripping the glass in your hand tightly and taking another drink. Your stomach twists into uneasy knots as you glance around the full bar.

"I cannot wait until we get back home," Jushiro groans out, resting his slender nose on your back and breathing in your addicting smell.

His words make your eyes widen and you gulp. You squeeze your thighs together unable to help how wet you're getting. Jushiro slowly and carefully starts to thrust his hips up until your ass.

"Jushiro, calm down. We'll head home soon," you warn him, looking back and shooting him a warning glance. Jushiro's lips turn downward into a tiny frown, but he nods his head.

Jushiro is beyond eager and really cannot wait to get back home so he can properly fuck you.

[luvrkay]

Okay so I saw THIS on instagram and now I can’t get Jungkook off my mind. It’s not exactly the same thing but it’s similar

I was not supposed to write for BTS on here😭😭 but Jungkook is just so fucking fine that I couldn’t help myself😩😩

(also he's so boyfriend coded that it makes no fucking sense)

“And you never fucking listen to me!” You scream at Jungkook. Your back is facing him so you miss the way he lets his eyes lazily drag over your figure, taking his pierced lip between his teeth.

He’s just so entranced by you that he doesn’t even realize you’re no longer angrily scrubbing the plate that you once had in your hands, or the fact that your walking over to him, snapping your freshly manicured fingers in front of his face.

“Helloooo! You’re not even listening to me now!” You stomp, arms crossed over your chest, eye’s narrowed.

He doesn’t even bother responding, instead he lets his fingers find the waistband of your shorts and he pulls you flush against his chest, his lips smashing into yours.

“M’sorry jagi. I do listen to you, I promise, it’s just you’re so fucking beautiful that I can’t help but get a little distracted” he mumbles against your lips. He pulls you in for another kiss, this one slower, more passionate.

“Let me make it up to you” you’re nodding against his lips, feeling heat pool in your core as you jump into his arms when he taps the back of your thighs twice. Your legs wrap around his waist as his hands find your ass, squeezing softly as he leads you to the bedroom.

He tosses you on the bed before pulling his shirt above his head and tossing it somewhere in the room. you're eyes rack over his toned chest as Jungkook climbs between your legs, helping you out of your shirt and adding it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

He groans when he sees your bare tits, kissing you again as his hands find your boobs, nimble fingers flicking against your hard nipples. He slowly kisses his way from your jaw down to your chest, leaving hickey’s in his wake.

He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud as his fingers pinch and twist the other one. He releases your nipple with a pop, before doing the same thing to the other one.

His hands have already pushed your shorts and panties down your legs, letting them drop down onto the floor below. His fingers swiping through your already wet folds, gathering your slick on his fingers and using it to rub slow, teasing circles on your clit.

Your hips grind up involuntarily, desperate for more pressure to your aching clit. “Please” you whine out, fingers tangled in Jungkook’s silky black strands, his tattooed arm pushing your legs apart. You lay back, letting your back hit the sheets below you.

Jungkook uses two fingers to spread your folds, flicking his tongue back and forth against your puffy clit. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pushing his face deeper into your cunt and you grind your hips up against his face. You moan out when you feel two of Jungkook’s fingers prodding at your entrance, before they’re stretching out your gummy walls.

Your back arches off the bed when he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking harshly. Broken sobs fall from your lips as Jungkook curls his fingers, letting them hit your g-spot with each flick of his wrist.

He speeds up the pace, a third finger joining and your toes curl, moaning loudly as your orgasm washes over you. Jungkook continues to pump his fingers in and out of your soaked pussy, tongue still flicking against your clit as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

He gives you a few minutes to catch your breath, stripping himself of his pants and boxers, his long, hard cock slapping against his stomach before he takes it into his hand, stroking himself a couple of times before he kneels between your legs, rubbing his tip between your folds, letting it nudge against your clit.

He pushes the tip in, letting it stretch your out slightly before pulling out, he repeats the process two more times before thrusting in to the hilt with one swift motion.

Your nails claw at his back, eyes shut and mouth slightly ajar as Jungkook slowly rocks his hips, letting his cock drag deliciously against your walls.

“Fuck Koo, feels s’good” you moan out when Jungkook starts to move his hips, grunting deeply as he stares down as his cock disappers inside your cunt, watching the way your pussy swallows him whole.

Jungkook pushes one of your legs up, letting it rest on his shoulder as he fucks you deeper, harder. One of his hands find your clit, rubbing fast circles on the puffy nub as you feel your second orgasm approaching. “Gonna cum with me baby? Wanna feel you squeezin’ me as I fill you up”

You let out a whine at that, clenching tightly around him and he groans, pressing his lips to your neck, kissing one of the many marks he’s left on you.

“Fuck jagi, cum with me” he murmurs against your skin. He shoots his hot seed deep inside you seconds later when he feels you gush around him, walls clenching down even tighter.

Jungkook presses one last kiss to your lips before he slowly pulls out, dropped down on the bed next to you, breathing heavily.

[breezybangtanbebe]

Give it to me: MYG❤️‍🔥

Tags: YoongixReader(1st person), angry sex, jealous long haired Yoongi🥵, fingering, dirty talk.

A/N: this is from my vault and I meant to put it up on his birthday 😩 but ya girl be busy with life. Oh well.

2.3k words

My back hit the wall and my brow creases slightly from the force of him pushing me. But I soon forget once Yoongi is stepping up, pressing his body firmly against mine to continue devouring my mouth.

We kiss sloppily at first, all teeth and tongue colliding as we fought for dominance. My hands are already reaching for his zipper eagerly and just when I'm able to get it down, he slaps my hand away.

"Uh uhn...You wait." He scolds against my lips, picking up where I left off but on my zipper. The button pops and the zipper gives way as he pushed his deft hand down and under my panties.

God, I hate him.

But fuck....I love him...

Yoongi wedges his foot between mine, forcing me to widen my stance just enough for him to be able to push his hand deeper beneath my panties. The moment it cups my sex, he groans at how wet I already am. He shifts his middle and index finger against each other, chuckling at the slickness collecting between them.

"This shit turns you on? Pissing me off?" He asks. Before I can think of a response, Yoongi begins toying with my clit. Trapping it between those two fingers for a little squeeze then commencing to rub it.

Up and down.

Side to side.

In a circular motion.

"..mmmhmm.." I whimper as Yoongi sucks my bottom lip between his teeth gently. He pulls back, tugging my lip towards him before releasing it.

"Tell me you want it..." he says softly but there's a darkness in the way his voice deepened that makes me tremble. All I can do is moan against his lips as his fingers teased at my clit.

He pulls his hand away from my heat and begins snaking it up my front, cupping my breast through my shirt briefly before clasping it around my neck.

His other hand replaces his touch between my legs but this time his fingers are plunging deep inside of me, making my jaw drop in a silent cry of ecstasy.

Yoongi leans his head back just enough for him to see my face and his tongue rolls over the inside of his cheek with focus as he finger fucked me slowly.

"Look at you...you wanted me to fuck you so bad, you thought you had to be a lil brat to get it..." he snarks, narrowing his gaze at me. His grip tightens around my throat as he leans in to kiss me again, coaxing my tongue out to tangle with his.

He sighs with satisfaction when my lips latch around his tongue to suck it and he overtakes the kiss moving his lips more fervently.

All the while his fingers are stroking my walls, slow and intentional, making my arousal mount with every delicious movement.

He pulls away, causing a thin string of saliva to stretch and break between our mouths.

"..so fucking nasty, baby..." he whispers, resting his forehead against mine as his fingers picked up their pace. By now, my jeans were halfway down my thighs and the crotch of my panties are soaked from Yoongi's fingers.

My breathing is staggered and heavy, panting like I'm in heat from how horny he has me.

"Baby...baby please.." I mumble and Yoongi hums questioningly as he presses against my sweet spot.

"Tell me you want this dick, baby. You want it so fucking bad...Yeah, you want it, I know." He teases and coos with his lips only a breath away from mine, smirking at the way I squirm and whine against the wall.

He was now rubbing against my g-spot feverishly, damn near moaning at the sounds I was making for him.

My walls clench and hug his fingers the closer he pushed me and just as I'm about to explode, he pulls his hands away from my body. My eyes flutter at his absence and I whine at the subsiding sizzle of my impending orgasm.

Just then, Yoongi lowers enough to hook his arms under my thighs to place around his waist. My body is pushed up on the wall and I drape my arms over his shoulders, reaching up to run my fingers through his silky soft hair that he'd be growing out.

Our lips meet again, only pecking softly as Yoongi held me up by cupping my ass cheeks and he walks us over towards his bed carefully.

He then lays me down and undresses me so lovingly that I forget that we were beefing for a moment. His touch is so gentle and there's a softness in his gaze as he looms over me, studying the features of the woman he just couldn't get away from even if he wanted to.

"You're so beautiful.." were his first words in what felt like minutes. It doesn't come off as a compliment. It's declarative. He says it to me as of it were a fact that he wouldn't dare argue to be anything less.

If I weren't so worked up, I would probably be saying the same from the way he was looking at me so deeply.

After a beat, his soft expression goes resentful and he sits back on his knees to pull his shirt over his head.

"But...I'm still mad. Roll over." He commands before hopping off the bed. I lay there naked, watching him move across the room towards his dresser and he opens the top drawer to retrieve what I can only assume is a condom.

I frown at the shift in his demeanor, pushing myself up on my elbows to watch him push down his jeans and underwear with the condom wrapper trapped between his teeth.

He returns to the bed, not even sparing me a glance until he rips the foil wrapper with his teeth casually.

He perks his brow curiously.

"I gotta repeat myself?" Yoongi asks coldly and for the first time since we'd been fighting, I'm taken aback by how irritated he was. My bottom lip pokes out and trembles a little.

"Why are being so mean?" I ask, attempting to sound vulnerable. Yoongi regards me blankly, blinking slowly before rolling his eyes.

"I'm not being mean...I just asked a question." he sighs.

"You are though. Since we left the restaurant. You've been in this pissy ass mood. I didn't ask Tae to peel my shrimp for me! He just did!" I exclaim, not giving a damn about rehashing it.

Yoongi's eyes shoot to the ceiling.

"And here we go...." he sighs, and I fold my arms over my bare chest defiantly.

"Yes! Here we go! All of this could be settled if you'd just use your words like an adult instead of taking your frustrations out on me through sex. If you want to talk then we can just talk..." I shrug and Yoongi's eyes drag from above, down to his dick then back up at me.

"I don't want to talk. I wanna fuck. You wanna talk." He says callously.

"Because you're treating me like I cheated on you or something. All over some damn shrimp! That I didn't even need help peeling! Tae just volunteered..."

"And you let him..." Yoongi deadpans, his response nearly making me snort. I narrow my eyes at him for a moment, trying my hardest not to focus on how good he looked his pristine milky smooth skin, perfect body, and his hard dick pointing at me.

The fact that it hadn't dropped or bowed since we'd been talking was proving that he was just as turned on by arguing as I was.

Lil freaky ass...

"Well you weren't gonna help me so..." I clap back, sounding just as petty as intended and Yoongi sucks his teeth in disgust.

"You can peel your own fucking shrimp! You're not helpless..." he responds and I make the most childish sound of annoyance known to man.

"Oh my god.... that's not the point!" I huff, pushing myself up from leaning on my elbows to leaning on my hands. Yoongi remains at the foot of the bed, gloriously nude and hard. My eyes flit down to his dick and then back up to his face.

"I know what this is all about though...You're jealous." I state boldly and it takes a moment for Yoongi to respond. His jaw tenses.

"Of who? Tae?" He lifts his brow and I nod.

"Tae. Hobi. Jungkook...anyone near me that isn't you." I shrug.

A few seconds pass and a humorless smirk crosses Yoongi's face, the expression not touching his dark and angered eyes.

"Careful.."

"Why? It's true. You might as well just admit it." I challenge him, drawing my legs up and crossing them sultrily. Yoongi doesn't fall into the teasing gesture, keeping his hardened glare on my face.

"No." He says, sounding more irritated than before.

"Admit. It..." I smirk back at him, tilting my head and biting my lip. I lean back just a bit to rest on my elbows again and Yoongi's eyes drop from my face to my breast, traveling down my torso slowly toward the apex of my thick thighs.

Then he looks back up, locking eyes with me sternly.

"You tryna start another argument or you tryna get fucked? Which is it?"

Oop.

The question halts whatever smart assed response I had ready in the chamber and like a good little slut, I dutifully roll onto my stomach. I then push my ass up and arch my back in the way I already knew he wanted me.

Yoongi remains silent behind me and I resist smirking when I feel the mattress give under the weight of him climbing on the bed. The sound of him pushing the latex circle from the foil packaging is followed by the warmth of his hand grazing over the curve of my backside.

His favorite attribute of mine that even when he hated my guts, he could resist touching. Knowing this, I begin swaying my hips so that my ass jiggles beneath his hand and Yoongi grabs a handful of my ass harshly as if to scold me.

But he says nothing, only pressing his pelvis into me, holding me by the waist with one hand and slapping his dick against the face of my pussy with the other. I deepen the arch in my back and moan softly at the weight of his dick smacking against my sensitive wetness, letting Yoongi know I was ready for him.

He keeps his eyes low, watching his length grow shinier as it's coated with my arousal, rocking himself back and forth to rub his thick shaft against me teasingly.

I grind back against him, winding my hips in the way I knew drove him crazy for an added effect. Yoongi squeezes my cheek again, but this time he pulls his hand back to slap it hard to watch it ripple against his hand.

The sudden blow has me crying out and Yoongi scoffs bitterly at the sound.

"Shut up." He snaps, suddenly entering me without any warning.

Yoongi's dick is thick and it's his girth more than his length that always has me running. He pushes himself deep, anchoring me still by the waist and sinking as far as could go. His tip presses against my cervix, making me stutter against the bedsheets but that only encourages him to go harder.

Yoongi fucked me like he hated me.

Hard and merciless. Snapping into me so that my head damn near hits the wall. He alternates between fucking me fast and slow, most likely for his benefit.

Backshots were his strength and his weakness. He loved the power and dominance he gained from this position but he also was a sucker when it came to watching my ass bounce back against him.

Taking him like a champ, stroke for stroke.

"What happened to all that mouth, huh? All that shit you were just talking...." He grits, fucking me harder for emphasis.

My voice had gone hoarse forever ago and it was barely audible now that Yoongi was pushing me down further with his hands at my waist and his leg propped up on the mattress.

Sweat dripped down his chest, dipping between his and into his naval. His neck-length hair was spiking at the ends and sticking to his forehead and nape in some places.

A visual I wished I could have taken in for myself.

But I barely see anything through my tears and blurred vision. Face down on the pillows with my ass up, I let Yoongi take me over the edge over and over again.

It's after cumming for the fourth time that I can tell he's about to explode. I only know because he becomes less inhibited and the sexy grunts and growls turn into deep pleasured groans. I could probably cum from listening to that alone.

"Ugh...Fuckfuckfuck baby fuck..." Yoongi moans, tipping his head back to shake his sweaty hair from his face. He licks his lips before biting down hard on his bottom lip, fucking me fast and hard as he chased his nut. My moans rival his as we both mumble pleasured expletives in harmony until Yoongi slams himself so deep that I nearly choke.

His jaw drops and he releases an elated exhale, his eyes rolling back as he came deep inside of me. I feel him thumping and pulsing against my walls, and I'm suddenly bitter at the fact that he wore a condom.

Though I could commend him for being precautious and safe, at the moment I would have loved feeling his hot seed dripping from my slit as he pulled out.

I remain in the position since I'm too lazy and stunned to move, and the warmth of his presence abandons me for only a minute. I'm welcomed by a different type of warmth as he wipes over my pussy and inner thighs with a damp washcloth.

Even when he hates me, he loves me.

What a catch.

Giving my ass one more gentle slap, Yoongi pushes me over and becomes the big spoon behind me. He pulls the blanket over us and we lay there naked, my back to his front. His head rests over my hair, putting his lips near the shell of my ear.

"Id peel your shrimp for you, you know...for the record.." I remark sleepily with a sly smirk and Yoongi immediately releases me from his embrace to roll over.

"Wow...what a baby. I was joking..." I giggle, chasing him over the sheets.

"Stop talking..." He murmurs sleepily, but he doesn't resist my touch as I wrapped my arms around his waist to make him become the little spoon.

Which he preferred anyway.

[kurogane2512]

OKAY WHAT IF dancer fem!reader x Ningguang. So like one day she comes to your dance practice and witnesses you doing a very sensual dance :)

I cannot dance for the life of me but this is spicyyyy😩

NSFW AHEAD

Ningguang x dancer fem!reader (modern au, Ning being jealous, scissoring)

Ningguang loves your dancing, she knows how passionate you are about it and she loves how hard you work. She comes to watch all your performances and in her eyes, you are always the best in your group. She has great respect and admiration for artists in every field, and she values hard work for achieving success so she is absolutely smitten with you. The two of you often casually dance together at home, just silly partner dancing which helps her relives stress from work and she gets to be close with you as your hands sensually hold and guide her body around.

Usually on weekends she comes to watch your practice. She has seen you dance with others countless times and she doesn't usually mind it, but today she felt different watching one of your partners dance with you. You had told her there's a couple dance segment in your next performance and that you were chosen for it, she was proud of you and excited to see you perform. But she didn't expect how strangely.... passionate and sensual the dance was. Or perhaps, it was your partner stepping out of his boundaries.

Needless to say, Ningguang was quite bitter by the end as she intently watched you dance with him. He was touching you all over and clearly enjoying it, she honestly wished she was in his place doing all to you. Ningguang was quick to drive you back home once the practice ended and you felt she was angry about something but she spoke nothing in the car ride. However, once inside, she wasted no time to pin you on the wall and bury her face in your neck.

"Haaah.... Ning.... what's wrong?~" You asked in between moans as Ningguang planted kisses down your neck while unbuttoning your shirt, her teeth grazed your skin and you suddenly felt her bite your collarbone, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

"....Do you have to do this dance with him?" Ningguang husked near your ear as her hands groped you all over, sliding down your sides and slipping past your jeans to grasp your butt.

"W-what? Mhm.... you know it's in the performance....aaahn~"

Ningguang clicked her tongue, "It's clear he's taking advantage of it to touch you. How does your teacher allow such a person to be in the team? They are giving me every reason to sue them."

Oh, this was serious. If Ningguang wanted to sue someone, you could be sure as hell she'd succeed in it.

"N-No, Ning.... calm down. I'll talk to them.... ngh.... I'll change the steps~"

Ningguang hummed then unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down then dived in to passionately kiss you, her lips hungrily seeking yours as her tongue slipped in easily and rolled with yours. She then pushed you down the couch of the living room and straddled your lap and hiked her skirt up then removed her own underwear. She caressed your folds with her fingers and continued roughly kissing and biting your neck.

Ningguang was rarely this way, but you could tell what she was feeling right now. She kissed all over your face making you giggle before smirking and pulling aside your underwear then connecting your slits together. You gasped at the same time, your clits bumping as she rolled her hips into you. She was ethereal this way, her silky silvery hair all splayed out and her breasts bouncing from her own movements. She directed your hands towards her breasts and you complied, fondling them together as you bucked your hips into her.

Ningguang gasped and threw her head back, but she wasn't going to back away. She put your left leg over her shoulder and grinded mercilessly, wet and squelching sounds from your cunts filling the room accompanied by your moans. She pulled you closer and grasped your leg tighter, humping faster and harder now that you were seeing stars. You then released together after a while, Ningguang laying on top of you as you panted out together and shared gentle kisses.

[rickgrimesfever]

Sleepy Sheriff

ughhhh, was just thinking of my handsome husband, so here y'all gooooo! Just something short and sweet for my babygirl 😩

Synopsis: You wake up before your boyfriend and have a minute to admit just how handsome he really is. Set in early Alexandria.

The rays of the warm sun peek in through the silky curtains covering the window. The rays land across your face and your eyelids slowly open.

You inhale sharply, feeling relaxed for the first times in day. You glance around the bedroom, still trying to get use to your new home.

This big house all to you, Rick, Judith, and Carl. You have to learn how to live again...

You glance over at the sleeping body beside you. Rick is still asleep on his side, his arm still tightly wrapped around your waist while his other arm is over his head.

His bare chest is poking out from the sheets covering the rest of his body as he's sprawled out on the bed.

Your eyes rake over his clean shaven face and his sharp jawline. The way his curly locks hang over his forehead and his pink lips are slightly parted open, soft breaths leaving.

You carefully reach your hand out and rake your fingers through his soft, clean hair. You smile at how easy your fingers glide through his locks, tucking them behind his ear.

Your heart skips a beat as you stare at Rick. Oh, how you loved him.

You loved him when he had black eyes, bruised ribs, when his face was beaten beyond recognition. You loved him when people were afraid of him and how he was acting when all he was trying to do was protect his family.

You loved him when he was protecting you from any threat or walker. You loved him when he was staring at you with those beautiful blue eyes, declaring how much he loves you and how he will always protect you.

Rick stirs in his sleep, inching closer to you and tightening his arm around your waist. You gently place your hand on his cheek, your thumb rubbing his skin ever so carefully.

He's so handsome and angelic. God, did you love Rick Grimes.

A/N: I am working on requests right now btw! <3