#i love the play on words with shopping in lingerie lol

[crisp-red]

been reading through Vice Versa, one of the first lesbian magazines in the US, and i just know edythe eyde would’ve done numbers on 1940s tumblr

[justmeeeehiii]

Care for me

You decide to do your girlfriend a little favor by buying new lingerie and surprising her…

Warnings: (slight)SMUT!! lactating, sex, fingering (r receiving), cunnulingus (r receiving), mommy!billie, sub!reader, fem!reader, top!billie, I didn’t proof read… lol…, this is my first ever post… have mercy on me!

Word count: 1315 words

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

It was a sunny day, the Californian sun having no mercy on the citizens.

You were at Billie’s and yours shared house, tanning by the pool, shirtless, of course.

Just how Billie liked it.

But Billie wasn’t here, she was working with her brother Finneas, trying to come up with a new song for her album “Hit me hard and soft”.

It was a lonely day, you did some chores, started a new painting, played with shark, but it just wasn’t the same without your beloved girlfriend.

On days like these, Billie would usually stay in the studio until sunrise, working hard.

You didn’t mind, you never did.

You love the work she does, it’s always amazing to listen to a new song, watch her edit it, cut it, come up with a cover for the album.

You loved that about her, her creative mind.

She was just as creative in bed…

You and Claudia decided to go shopping, get some new lingerie for your partners to fuck you in.

“Hey, Clauds? Do you like this?”

you asked her, waiting to for an answer.

You held up a black, Lacey lingerie-Set, dazzled with some sparks, but not too much, just how you liked it.

“Oh, Billie is going to freak out when she sees you in this!”

You bought the set after Claudia’s respond, excited to wear it for Billie tonight.

After you got home, you fed shark and got ready for bed, putting on the new lingerie, of course.

It was late, 2 am, to be exact, and Billie wasn’t home yet.

Just as you were wondering if you should call her, you heard the door open and close.

You decided to wait in your shared bedroom for Billie, sitting in bed with your legs crossed.

“Ugh, I had the worst fucking day of my life, today!”

Billie complained, not even looking at you, as she came through your bedroom door.

She angrily threw her bag on the floor and stripped just as aggressively.

“I can’t come up with one god damn song! And my manager keeps fucking things up! I told him to order confetti for the tour and he forgot! And then, he just tells me that it can’t be delivered till next May?! Dude, I’m going on tour in a few MONTHS, I don’t know what to do, I’m just so stressed….”

You listened to her complain, not saying anything and waiting for her to turn around.

“Hey mama, are you good, you haven’t said anythi-“

As Billie turned around, she stopped mid sentence, taking in your beauty.

It was like she was struck by lighting, trying to gather herself.

“Hi Billie…”

You sheepishly said, turning a little red when you saw Billie looking you up and down, stopping at your breasts.

“Hi, mama… what’s this for?”

“I went shopping with Claudia today, bought some new lingerie… do you like it?”

You asked her, knowing that she definitely did like it.

Billie crawled into bed, giving you a long, passionate kiss and deepening it by holding the back of your neck.

“Fuck, you look amazing…” she husked out breathlessly.

“I bought it just for you… I can relieve some of that stress you’ve got…”

Billie was getting wetter and hornier by the second, feeling like a hungry animal being teased with a perfect steak.

“Oh, I would love that…”

She replied taking off her bra, as she had already removed her clothes while complaining earlier.

Just as you were about to say something, she cut you off by kissing you.

She kissed your lips, then your neck, then wondered down to your panties, taking them off with her teeth.

She breathed in sharply, already wet for her.

“You’re so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you properly” Billie chuckled, while taking off your panties and shoving them in your mouth.

“If you keep quiet, I’ll reward you… if you don’t… well.. you know the drill.”

She was talking about your casual punishment, a spanking.

You secretly loved getting spanked by her, being bent over her lap, begging for mercy, being dominated by the only person who could make you feel this way…

Just as you were daydreaming about getting spanked, you felt Billie’s tongue on your clit.

Circling it clockwise, exactly how you linked it.

You let out a soft moan and a sigh, griping Billie’s hair.

Not being able to talk through the panties stuffed in your mouth, your moan came out muffled.

“Billie…”

“Shhh, didn’t I tell you to be quiet? Be a good girl for mommy…”

Billie’s dirty talking had no mercy on you, your wetness only growing with her words.

Billie continued licking, sucking and biting your clit, stimulating it just enough for you to get turned on but not enough to cum.

She thrusted two of her fingers inside you and you let out a long, lustful moan.

Billie was good at this, really good.

She knew when to speed up and when to stop to tease you and deny you of pleasure.

As she continued thrusting her finders in and out of you, you arched your back, gripping the white sheets under you.

Your moans got louder, and Billie’s finders faster.

“Come on baby, cum. Cum in mommy’s fingers…”

Were the last words you heard before reaching your climax, breaking completely underneath Billie.

Coming down from your high, Billie removed the panties from your mouth and replaced them with her two fingers, making you taste yourself.

“Suck.” She commanded, and you obeyed.

“Good girl, you did so good…” Billie whispered in your ear softly, biting your earlobe and placing a kiss on the small area behind your earlobe.

You were exhausted, obviously.

Having sex with Billie was one of the best but at the some time the most tiring things, and she knew that.

She knew that you loved aftercare afterwards, being babied by her.

She got up, leaving you all alone on the low cold bed and you complained by groaning.

“Billie, come back…”

“I’ll be right there baby, just hold on a sec.”

She replied from the bathroom.

Coming back, you saw that she has a bowl and a cloth in her hand.

She gently parted your legs, exposing your pussy to the cold air and started cleaning you up with the wet cloth.

You didn’t like the cold air hitting your warm, glistening pussy, so you whined, just like you always would.

“Shh I know, I know sweet girl, but mommy has to clean you up.”

After finishing cleaning you up, she placed a little kiss on your sensitive clit, making you jump.

Chuckling, she set the bowl and washcloth aside and gently placed you in her lap, holding you like moms hold their newborns.

Looking into your big eyes, she caressed your face, getting a few strands of hair out of the way.

“I’m so proud of you, sweet girl.

You know how to satisfy mommy,

you did a great job.

My sweet, sweet baby.”

She told you, making you feel validated.

You felt your eyelids get heavier and Billie noticed, placing a boob in your mouth, she nursed you.

It comforted you, having skin to skin with your girlfriend and lactating, feeling my the warm milk fill your mouth.

Billie wasn’t pregnant, no.

But after she found out you had a little thing for her boobs and nursing, she started taking pills to make her milk flow.

The things your mommy does for you…

Billie hummed a little melody, rocking you from side to side, helping you fall asleep.

“Sleep, my love. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

After that, you peacefully fell asleep in your girlfriend’s arms, wondering you deserved to be loved like this.

[cosyvelvetorchid]

for the prompt: accident - whump give me all the whump.

Made myself cry a bit with this one lol.

***

The thing is, even though they both were well aware of their dangerous jobs and that every day they each left for their shift that there was a chance something could happen to either of them, there was still a part of each of them that believed that it never really would.

Call it wishful thinking, or naivety, or just plain stupidity, but they both never thought that something serious would actually happen to either of them.

So, when the Chief Alonzo turned up at harbour station out of the blue one day, with a solemn face and asking to speak to Tommy alone, Tommys heart immediately felt like it had been shoved into a blender before the chief even spoke.

The next thing Tommy saw was the road ahead of him as Lucy drove. His body was rigid. Every process inside his body - his blood pumping, his lungs inflating, his heart beating, felt like each had to be done with a concentrated effort. Nothing was automatic anymore.

He tried to remember what the chief had said but it was only coming back to him in pieces. Fragments of words and sentences.

Accident. Fertiliser. Explosion. Internal bleeding. Coma.

He’d ran to his locker, grabbed his bag and jacket and went straight to Lucy’s car. He was aware she was speaking but he couldn’t hear what she was saying. He was trying to remember if he’d told Evan he loved him when he left for work that morning.

Logically, he would have said it - he said it every time either of them left work for work. And when they returned. And before sleep and at random moments throughout the day. He relished the opportunity to tell his Evan that he loved him.

But he couldn’t remember saying it that morning. Why couldn’t he remember? It was important. Evan was important. Loving him was important. So why couldn’t he recall saying those words? What if Evan.. he couldn’t have the last time he ever saw Evan, not knowing he was loved.

Last time. He was already thinking about worse case scenario and they weren’t even at the hospital yet. How could be so pessimistic? If Evan had taught him anything it was to be positive.

He shut his eyes tight and tried to think of good things.

The first time he’d kissed Evan and that feeling in his heart when their lips met - like it had been cracked open and he knew in that moment that was absolutely done for. When he’d arrived at the hospital for the wedding and Evan had greeted him mouth first in the waiting area to his surprise.

The way Evan had so proudly introduced him to people as his boyfriend to the other wedding guests, face covered in soot, even though they hadn’t even discussed what they were yet.

He pictured the look on Evans face when they’d had sex for the first time; like Tommy had hung all the stars in the sky just for him. And the look on his face when Tommy had said I love you to him for the first time.

He watched Evan dance around his kitchen in that ridiculous apron with a charicature of a lingerie-clad woman’s body on it that Christopher had bought him as a gag gift but Evan had insisted on wearing. He thought about the joy on his face when he’d finally perfected one of Bobby’s recipes or created one of his own.

He pictured the adoration on his face when he played with his niece or how proud he was when he showed off the friendship bracelet he wore that she had made for him.

He remembered the night Tommy flew the two of them miles away for the evening and they laid on a blanket in the middle of nowhere watching the stars, and Evan telling him the story of Cassiopeia.

He thought about how happy Evan was when Tommy told him a drawer in his bedroom and space in his closet wasn’t enough and he wanted Evan to move in entirely. The excitement he had when they went shopping for ornaments for their first Christmas tree - absolutely NO angel for the top because they’re creepy, he’d insisted.

He thought about 2 weeks ago when he’d dragged Lucy into the jewellery store to help him pick out a ring. How he’d swatted her hand away when she’d pinched his cheek telling him how fucking adorable he was being in love.

He imagined how he was going to propose by flying them somewhere under the guise of a weekend getaway. How he’d cook Evan one of Bobby’s recipes that he knew that Evan loved, then maybe sit outside under a blanket in front of a fire listening to Evan reel of facts about the place they were staying or something about campfires.

He thought about how he would tell himself in the moment not to cry when proposing but that he probably wouldn’t be able to help it. He imagined that they’d argue about how to get married - big wedding with everyone or elope somewhere like Vegas. He thought about Evan probably insisting that he take the name Kinard and how he’d find it funny watching people trying to figure out why people call Evan Kinard ‘Buck’.

“Tommy.” Lucy voice broke though the fog. “We’re at the hospital.”

“Right. Sorry.” He said getting out of the car. They got to the desk as quick as possible.

“I’m here for Evan Buckley.” He told the woman.

“Are you family?” She said not even bothering to look up. He wasn’t sure how to answer that. He WAS family, sort of. He meant the same to Evan as actual family but legally he wasn’t. At least not yet.

“Uh, kind of. I mean, I’m his emergency contact. Thomas Kinard.” Her eyes finally looked up at him before looking back down at her computer as she typed away.

“Tommy?” Bobby’s voice came from his right.

“Bobby! How is he? Where is he? How bad is it? Is he-“ his voice was frantic. Shaky. Bobby out his hand on Tommys shoulder.

“Tommy, take a breath.”

“I can’t, Bobby. Not until-“

“He’s alive, Tommy.” Tommy’s lungs finally deflated hard and he bent forward resting his hands in his knees, finally being able take in and let out a full breath which he hadn’t been able to do since the chief spoke to him.

“How bad?” He asked.

“He’s definitely got a pretty nasty concussion. They suspect he’s got some internal bleeding which is what they’re most concerned about, so right now they’re running scans to determine if and what internal damage there might be.” He led Tommy over to a seat and practically forced him to sit down.

Tommy rested his elbows on his knees and tried to calm his breathing.

“What the hell happened, Bobby?”

“We were at a fire at a fertiliser factory. There was an explosion and the blast threw Buck back about 30 feet.”

Tommy ran his hands through his hair. Bobby nudged him and gestured toward the Doctor walking towards the waiting area.

“Thomas Kinard?” Tommy practically leaped out of his seat toward him.

“That’s me. How is he?” His voice was shaky still.

“We were pretty concerned about internal injuries and there is a small amount of internal bleeding which we need to keep an eye on for the next couple of days. He has a pretty nasty concussion which we’ll also be monitoring. He has numerous bruises and abrasions from where he landed on the concrete floor but miraculously no broken bones. All things considered he is an extremely lucky man.”

“Wait, wait.. so he..” Tommy blew out a forceful breath to steady himself. “So, you’re saying that he’s going to be okay?”

“I can’t make any guarantees, as I said we need to monitor him for the next few days, but his prognosis is positive. He’s currently stable and if he stays that way over the next 24 to 48 hours then he should be fine to go home in about a week.”

“I thought he was in a coma?” Tommy said to the doctor.

“There was a discussion about whether or not he would need to be put in a medically induced coma to allow his body to heal, but as it stands currently there’s no need.”

“Can he have visitors?” Bobby asked.

“He’s currently getting some more tests but I’ll send out a nurse to let you know when you can see him. It shouldn’t be too long.”

Tommy couldn’t stop the tears from exploding out of him. His body began to crumple and Bobby thankfully moved quickly to catch him. The fear, the shock, the adrenaline, the relief.. it all hit Tommy at once as he grabbed onto Bobby tightly.

“Hey, hey, I got you.” Bobby reassured him. “You’re okay. Bucks okay.”

***

Tommy apprehensively walked into the room. His heart damn near broke at the sight. Evan lying on the hospital bed, leads and monitors attached to him. Numerous cuts and scrapes ran along his forearms and there was a bandage wrapped around his head.

It struck his as a stark contrast to his facial expression as he slept. He looked peaceful. As though he wasn’t aware of the condition of his body.

Tommy slid a chair as close to Evan as possible and sat down, gently taking his hand into his own.

“I’m here, sweetheart.” He looked up as Evan hoping that his words would magically make him wake up. He knew that wasn’t how it worked but he still hoped. “God, I was so fucking scared. When I saw the chief walk into harbour and the way he looked at me, I thought..” He sniffed and wiped the tears away from his cheek. “I thought I’d lost you. I can’t lose you, sweetheart - I’ve only just found you. You are everything to me, Evan. Everything. And I can’t live a life without you in it. So you need to come back to me, do you hear? You need to come to me so I can marry you. Then we can sell the house and we can buy some place bigger. Some place with a big yard so that you can get a dog that I’ll complain about but will inevitably fall in love with anyway. Where we can have big barbecues and invite the whole of the 118, and Jee and Denny and Mara and Christopher can play around in it. And maybe we’ll build a tree house for the kids to play in - I know you always wanted one when you were a kid. I can picture you now up there reading them stories under blankets. I want everything with you, Evan. I want the rest of our lives and the world with you. Just please be okay. Please just come back me and we can-“

Tommy felt a squeeze to his hand and immediately looked up to Evans face. His brows were tightly drawn in, his eyelids fluttering.

“Evan? Sweetheart?”

“To…” his voice was barely there and hoarse. He swallowed and tried to take a deeper breath. “Tom-my?’

“I’m here, baby. I’m here.” He stood up and ever so delicately smoothed back Bucks hair and gently pressed his lips to his forehead. Buck tilted his head slightly into the direction of Tommys voice and his eyes finally opened a little to meet Tommy’s.

“There’s my Evan.” Tommy smiled.

*

“I’m okay, Tommy. Really.” Buck told him for what felt like the one hundredth time in the last 48 hours.

“How is your head?”

“A little sore but okay. The morphine is definitely helping.” He raised his arm up.

“If you feel anything else you need to tell me. Or the doctors. No pretending that you’re fine if you’re not. You-“

“Tommy.” He interrupted taking his hand in both of his and looking at him as softly as he always did. “I know you’re worried, but I promise you - I’m alright. If anything changes I will tell you. But I’m okay.”

Tommys shoulders visibly lowered.

“I just.. i.. when the chief came to see me and he told me that you.. Evan I thought that was it. I thought I’d lost you. I thought.. all the plans I had in my head about our future - I thought they were over.” Buck reached out and wiped the tear from Tommys cheek.

“Tell me about them.” He carefully shifted over on the bed and patted the space he’d left. Tommy got up from his chair and gently laid on the bed, raising his arm and placing it behind Buck allowing him to lean in towards Tommys chest.

“I plan on selling the house and us getting a bigger one, with a big yard for family barbecues and maybe a dog.”

“Yeah?” Tommy didn’t have to look at Evan to know he was smiling at the idea.

“Yeah. Maybe building a big tree house for kids to play in.”

“I can sit up there with them and read them stories. Well, maybe Jee and Mara - Denny and Chris are probably a bit too old for stories. What else?”

“The most important one.”

“What’s that?”

“Marrying you.”

Tommy heard the heart rate monitor speed up and he couldn’t help the smile. He leaned back a little look at Evan who was looking back him with those beautiful earnest blue eyes, quickly filling with salty liquid.

“Y-you want to marry me?” He asked, this time his voice was the shaky one.

“Well that depends.”

“On what?”

“If you want to marry me.”

“From the moment you walked into the hospital at my sisters wedding.” He said plainly. Tommy felt like his heart had burst in his chest. He gently got up from the bed and walked over to his bag and pulled out a black velvet box before sitting back next to Buck.

Bucks heart rate monitor was still beeping faster and Tommy glanced at the door waiting for the nurses to come running in thinking he was having a heart attack.

He opened the box and held it out.

“Evan Buckley will you marry me?”

Buck reached out gently and held Tommys face and kissed him softly.

“Absolutely.” He grinned. Tommy kissed him back before removing the ring from the box and sliding it onto his finger.

“I love you so much, Evan.”

“I love you too.”

“Mazel tov!” Chimney exclaimed. Buck and Tommy looked over to see him and Maddie standing by the door with huge smiles on their faces.

“H-how long have you been standing there?” Buck asked, a flush rising to his cheeks.

“Enough to see the most beautiful proposal ever.” Maddie gleamed.

“Hey!” Chimney complained.

“Sorry, second most beautiful proposal ever.” Maddie corrected.

[achilles-rage]

num 5 from the smut list with Rocker on a slow day at work?

yay more rocker requests!! last time i think i only got one (maybe two)!! sorry this might be bad, idk how to write phone sex lol<33

number 5 from this post: “phone sex”

MDNI- 18+ only!

it feels like the longest day ever as you lay around the house, waiting for rocker to come home from work. you’d gone shopping earlier in the day, and had bought some new lingerie, and the time passing now feels achingly slow as you wait to show rocker the new pieces you got.

to pass the time, you decide to go upstairs and try on your new pieces, just to figure out which piece you should start with when you show your boyfriend.

you start with a new green set, looking at how the colour contrasts against your skin as your eyes scan yourself in the mirror. you focus on how it hugs your curves, and pushes up your breasts just enough, but while you like it, it’s not your favourite.

you take it off and try on the next one, a gorgeous light blue set that accentuates all the parts of your body that you want it to. it has a little white bow on the bra, and one on the panties, and it makes you smile to yourself. rocker loves sets like this; loves being able to see your soft tummy and your thick thighs on full display, and your bra and panties sitting so pretty against your skin.

you grab your phone with a smirk and take a few mirror selfies, taking one of you standing, hip jutted out, then one kneeling, your tits on display and your legs spread to give him just a glimpse of your clothed core.

you: are you busy?

you text rocker as you stand up from your kneeling position slowly, biting your lip as you anxiously wait for his reply.

rocker: slow day, haven’t had a single call. is everything okay?

you smile when his text pops up almost immediately, then let your fingers move quickly as you send him the pictures you had just taken. this is definitely one way to make the time go faster, you think.

when rocker sees the photos pop up on his screen, he inhales a sharp breath, head swiveling around him to make sure no one is behind him and can see his screen.

when he’s sure there isn’t, he stands up from the table he’s sitting at and excuses himself, making his way down to an empty office and locking himself in.

rocker: call me. now.

you giggle softly as the text pops up, and call him immediately, eager to hear what he has to say.

he answers your call with a low, rough voice, hand gripping his phone tightly as he holds it to his ear. he can feel his cock growing hard in his pants, and with nothing else to focus on with work, he wants nothing more than to hear your voice.

“what are you playing at, sweetheart?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you murmur, laying down on your bed and letting your hand travel down your body towards your throbbing clit.

“bullshit, baby. you know exactly what you’re doing. i’m fucking rock hard at work right now.” he tells you sternly, fighting the urge to palm himself through his pants. god, if he could get his hands on you right now.

“yeah?” you ask with a soft giggle, which turns into a quiet whimper as your fingers push your panties to the side and rub circles against your clit.

“yeah, sweetheart. you have no idea what you do to me.”

“show me.” you purr, putting the phone on speaker. you lower the phone down and take a picture of your dripping cunt, two of your fingers making a V and spreading yourself open for him.

you hear his growl as he receives the picture, your words instantly forgotten, and then the distinct sound of his belt buckle coming undone. you bite your lip, grinning to yourself as you continue to draw lazy circles over your clit.

“jesus christ, baby. you’re killing me.” he growls as he pulls his aching cock from his pants. he runs his thumb over the head of his cock to collect the bead of precum, then begins to fist his cock slowly, letting out a shuttered moan as he looks down at the picture of your needy pussy.

“need you so bad, baby.” you moan as you squirm on the bed, fingers picking up their pace.

“you’re so desperate to be filled aren’t you? finger yourself, sweetheart. let me hear you.” he tells you sternly, closing his eyes as he listens to the small gasp coming from the speaker, imagining the sight of you stretching around your fingers and nothing else.

“yes.” you reply with a whimper, moving two of your fingers slowly in and out of your cunt a few times before curling the. up in a desperate attempt to bring yourself release.

“show me, honey. show me what you’re doing.” he tells you after a moment of listening to your whines.

he’s not expecting the request for a video call to pop up on his screen, but he’s quick to accept it, moaning quietly as the sight of your fingers disappearing past your dripping folds graces his screen.

he can see your face in the top corner of the screen, watching him, and he lowers his phone down so his leaking cock is in frame. you moan softly as you watch him fuck into his hand, and all that can be heard as you pleasure yourselves is the sounds of your moans mixing together.

“that’s it, baby, keep going. keep touching your pretty pussy. just like that, sweetheart.” he purrs, making you arch your back and moan loudly. he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and by the sound of your breathless whimpers, he’s sure you are, too.

“fuck, rocker. feels so good.” you rasp, feeling that pit in your belly growing as you clench around your fingers. you watch intently as his hand moves up and down his cock, and in a few more thrusts of his hips, he cums all over his hand with a low groan.

“yeah, wait till i get home, honey. i’ll show you how good you can feel.” he growls as he watches you follow suit, eyes focused on your pussy clenching and yours eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

[foolishforyou]

I see that you mention Percy wearing a skirt a couple of times

Any specific headcanons of what he likes to wear :D?

I have so many silly little ideas and none of the words to describe them, so we'll just go for a rough overview! [This all depends on the specific AU btw, because I'm picky over which versions of Percy in my head I'm dealing with]

Skirts! With skirts, I never really go short skirts for Percy, I feel like he'd get self concious about The Legs. So I often go maxiskirt or if I'm stuck in some sort of office AU I make him wear a pencil skirt. Not one of those really short ones, the ones that come with a matching blazer lol. Think clothes a politician would wear but nice actually.

[Another reason I love putting Percy in a maxiskirt is that it can reflect some of his more lax country upbringing and almost make him look hippy which is fun to play with]

Trouser suits and/or skirt suits for work.

Jeans! I think he would not be caught out in jeans because he's terrified about looking unprofessional so his only jeans are really worn and he only wears them around the house. [This is for an adult Percy AU obviously, as a teenager yes I imagine him wearing jeans, but like. Charity shop jeans. Worn jeans. There's holes in the knees and mud on the cuffs jeans.]

Lingerie. 🫶 👐🙌🙏💅

I headcanon my boy would never get the guts to buy it himself, this is a gift from a partner. Nothing with too much lace, or straps or irritating things, but silky things. Smooth, satin things. The colour I will always default to is blue because. Yeah. You can imagine, it'd just look nice.

Shoes, I think he'd eye high heels appreciatively, but he thinks he's a lil too tall [DON'T LISTEN TO THEM YOU'D BE BEAUTIFUL MY GIANT] probably those weird pointy work shoes which look uncomfortable. Idk I haven't got anything concrete for shoes, only that he'd never wear things like crocks. he's a sandals kind of guy.

[gayashawol]

30 Day Jonghyun Month Challenge

(I dare you!)

Warning: This post will have talks of fanfiction, and sexual content that may not be appropriate for minors and those that may be uncomfortable with that subject matter.

To be honest, there needs to be more Jonghyun fanfics in the world. Share your love by written words, and make it known that Jonghyun is no-touch territory by letting your inner delulu out for this fun writing exercise this April!

Of course this isn’t limited for only 1 year! Schedule this post for the next year, and then the year after, and then after that!

Feel free to change some prompts if you don’t feel comfortable! After all, writing is meant to be fun, so why force yourself to write something that you don’t like? You can even turn the romantic prompts into platonic however you want, since loving Jonghyun as a friend is just as magical and delulu inducing than having him as a boyfriend or husband!

Romantic/Platonic Prompts!

1. First Date

2. Day out

3. Funfair Date

4. Cinema Date

5. Clothes Shopping

6. Picnic Date

7. A walk at the park

8. Birthday party/Anything celebrating his birthday really

9. Road Trip

10. McDonalds date/Anything drive thru (I’m terrible at thinking of dates ngl)

11. Concert/festival date

12. A walk in the city?? (idk if it’s creative lol)

13. Cafe hopping date

14. Bicycle/Motorcycling around the city

15. Cruise ship date

16. Traveling abroad

17. Meeting your parents

18. Sporting date (Going to a sports game as a date, e.g super bowl, football/soccer game, etc)

19. Beach date

20. Spending the day indoors/Movie night

21. Sleepover/Sneaking in (depends really)

22. Arcade date

23. Accompanying you at the doctors office

24. When you’re not feeling well

25. Proposal/The very moment you realise that you two click really (it could be like when he heals your inner child or makes you feel safe idk how to explain it)

26. Meeting your family (like siblings, cousins, etc)

27. Marriage/Friendanniversary date

28. Moving into a house together

29. Day out with the family

30. Reuniting after time apart

Sexual Prompts! (Didn’t forget about y’all)

1. First Time

2. Teasing

3. Giving him head

4. Vibrator(s - go hard as you please lol)

5. Nipple play

6. Butt plug

7. Licking you there (giving you head/eating you out)

8. He controls you (Or you control him — it’s a birthday post, go crazy on it)

9. Handcuffs/Bondage

10. Blindfold

11. Fingering

12. Anal??

13. Uniforms/costumes

14. Roleplaying

15. Sub taking the role (femdom if you’re a girl)

16. Spanking

17. Remote vibrator (iykyk)

18. Semi-public

19. Walked into (and maybe joined…?????? 😏)

20. Massage (OHHHHHHHHHEJAISKSKSSKWK)

21. Sex with clothes on??

22. Skirt…? (Do what you will-)

23. Vibrating panties- (ARE THESE A REAL THING?)

24. Oh fuck it imma add a backstage sex prompt

25. Panties/Lingerie

26. Shower/Bath/Restroom sex

27. Car sex…?

28. cAn wE jUsT iMaGiNe jOnGhYuN aS cHriStiAn gRaY?

29. Do whatever you want, but he lets out a big, fat, juicy load like some anime character idk

30. Aftercare!! (Because it’s very important!)

[toomuchracket]

blood anon is so real i need matty to rail me so bad it aches to move the next day and there are bruises everywhere but i still wanna go again because it was that good it made me forget my own name and what county im in

this all feels so d word to me... thinking maybe he's just back from tour, and him coming home to find you waiting for him in one of his shirts and some new lingerie underneath leading to an actual whole night of non-stop sex. like, you've used all the toys you bought in your sex shop haul, you were (both) tied up (btw i have blurbs about this specifically to write lol), and both you and matty have broken your own personal records for most orgasms had in one night lmao. matty is ridiculously proud of this, and makes several comments about how "you've just needed a man to keep up with you the whole time, babe, yeah? not like those boys you were with before", while you're clinging to him literally quivering with elated exhaustion, completely unaware of anything but him. you're both so tired that your usual aftercare shower is out of the question, because neither of you can actually stand for any longer than about a minute lol - matty cleans you up with a damp washcloth, then gently guides you to the bathroom so you can go to the loo and brush your teeth before the two of you collapse back into bed and go to sleep. you wake up first the next morning like OW, aching and desperate for something to soothe your muscles - you decide to run a bath, and matty finds you doing this 5 mins later like "jesus christ babe you look wrecked. shit, i'm so sorry. those bruises are insane, fuck". and you're like "babe you are literally no better. and shut up i enjoyed it", and matty grins like "oh, so did i", and then you have a sweet little kiss and an "i love you" exchange before you both get into the bath. the relief of the hot water is almost instantaneous; you sink back against matty's chest contentedly, and he absent-mindedly traces little patterns across your skin. it's sweet, and needed, but your mind flashes back to last night and how good it was, and soon you're taking matty's hands and moving them to your boobs as a hint - he giggles and starts playing with them, like "you really are insatiable, aren't you?", and you sigh happily like "your fault for fucking me so good and making me needy for you all the time". and matty's turned on too, so he kisses your neck and in your ear asks "yeah? what do you need, baby?", and you softly moan "you inside me again"; matty turns your head to kiss you properly, then pulls back and says "go on then, sweetheart". and yeah, you ride him then and there - slower and softer and more romantic than last night, but still so good <3

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Surprise (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship Warnings: chubby/curvy MC, graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut) Word Count: ~2k | AO3 Summary: Your boyfriend had been stressed with work lately, so you got yourself a pretty lingerie set to surprise him, hoping to cheer him up. [This story is part of my WereRoomies series, but honestly i feel like it can be read even if you haven’t read the rest].

Author’s Note: this adds absolutely nothing to the lore of this series, it’s just shameless pwp. especial thanks to @mistlitmoonlight, @incredulousquokka & @sstarryreads for encouraging me to post this when i asked about it lol

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Smut Warnings: praising · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control] · intercrural · cumshot · very lowkey body worship? or is it highkey? i can’t tell anymore you guys can tell me lol

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

“Look at you, baby… Taking me so well… You look so gorgeous like this, you know?”

All you could do in response was pathetically whine as you continued to bounce on your boyfriend’s cock. One of Chris’ hands held your wrists in place behind you, keeping you sat straight, while the other gripped your thigh, right under the elastic of your suspender belt.

You’d been at it for a while, you had honestly lost count of how many times this man had made you come in the last hour, but it wasn’t like you were surprised by this. It was exactly what you were hoping for when you got this lingerie set.

It was a last minute decision, to be fair, but now you were glad you did get it in the end. You’d gone to the store with Changbin’s girlfriend, she wanted to look for something cute for herself so you tagged along, and when you saw the plus sized matching set–bra, panties, stockings, and suspender belt–you were certainly intrigued.

Shopping for underwear in your size was always annoying, so finding something that fit was almost a guaranteed purchase. And when you looked at yourself in the mirror back at home you knew you’d made the right choice. The bra held your bust perfectly–which was already a rare find–the suspender belt was snug on your waist, the stockings fit your thick thighs just right, and that last one was the one that had you the most excited, because you knew Chris would absolutely love seeing these on you.

Your boyfriend had a thing for thighs, something you were always ready to let him indulge in, considering you had plenty to play with. So, when you got the text from him that he was finally on his way home you got into your pretty plum coloured set, draped his bathrobe over your frame, and patiently waited for him to come home.

As soon as you heard the beep, beep, beeps of the keypad you got on your feet, making your way to the hall so you could greet him. Chris made his way into the flat with a groan, dropping his keys in their designated bowl in the bureau and his bag by the umbrella stand as the door closed behind him. 

“Welcome home, baby”, you wrapped your arms around his neck as soon as he opened his arms for you, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Mmm… You smell so good, pretty…” Chris buried his face in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly by your waist, and pulling you flush to him. 

“How was work?” Threading your fingers through his hair, you gently massaged his scalp as he waddled you both further into the flat.

“Hell-ish… Just wanted to be back…”

“How tired are you?” You whispered in his ear. Sure, you wanted to jump him, but if he was tired you could always leave this for some other night, it was important for him to get some rest, too.

Chris seemed to have picked up on your tone–or maybe it was your scent, he always knew when you were in the mood because of your scent, so it wouldn’t surprise you if that were the case. “Not tired at all for my pretty baby… Why?”

The hopefulness in his question made you smile, and you pulled yourself away from him enough to give him a brief kiss. “Because… I have a surprise for you…”

“A surprise?” Chris was clearly not expecting any surprises, but he looked like he wanted to find out what it was regardless.

So you gave him a nod, untangling yourself from his limbs and taking a couple of steps back as you undid the knot of your robe–his robe–letting it fall to the floor.

The gasp that left Chris’ lips certainly made it all worth it.

“You…” He licked his lips, and he brought both of his hands to his face, slapping his cheeks a couple of times. “Wow”.

“You like it?” You dragged your hands from your chest to your hips, eventually moving lower to find the elastic holding your stockings in place and snapping it against your skin, making Chris exhale an incredulous huff as he shamelessly stared at your thighs, focused where the skin swelled a bit over the lace welt.

“Like it?” Chris gave you a look from head to toe, that predator look that always had you wet for him in record time, and it had you shivering with excitement. “Baby, listen to me, and listen very carefully…”

You clasped your hands behind your back and nodded, an obedient gesture that you had come to know would get him even more worked up. You saw Chris’ Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, and he brought a hand to his cheek again, softly massaging his jaw. “I’m gonna go wash my hands, freshen up a bit, and in the meantime you’re gonna go into our room, go on our bed, and patiently wait for me, okay? Can you do that for me?”

You nodded, understanding, so you turned around to make your way towards your shared room, relishing Chris’ gasp as he took notice of your thong. You couldn’t help but turn around, smiling playfully at him, and the smirk he gave you back was enough to let you know that you were in for a long night.

So that was how you ended up here, riding his cock after he had given you toe-curling orgasm after toe-curling orgasm–with his mouth attached to your sensitive chest, with his head between your legs, with his fingers between your folds… 

The bra and panties had long since been discarded by the edge of the bed. ‘You look great in these, but if I don’t feel your skin I might actually die’, Chris had mumbled into the skin of your neck before he carefully undid the clasp of your bra to remove it off of your frame–even when he could get a bit desperate, you’d already given him an earful the first time he ever tore one of your bras, ‘good bras are hard to come by! Destroy all the panties you want, but leave my bras alone!’ and thankfully he’d been extra careful with that since then.

‘These are staying, though…’ he’d dragged his hands up and down your covered thighs once he’d removed your underwear, so you were left wearing only the suspender belt and the matching stockings, which wasn’t surprising at all, these were certainly the star of the entire set.

“C–Chris…” You weren’t really sure what you wanted from him, his tight hold on your wrists behind your back had your mouth watering, the feeling of your tits bouncing had your head spinning, and his cock so deep into your cunt was quickly building your next high at an alarming pace, even when you were anything but steady at this point–if anything, you were taking it quite slow, because your legs just couldn’t keep up anymore.

“What is it, pretty baby?” Chris’ grip on your wrists tightened, and the hand he had been keeping on your thigh moved to knead one of your breasts, making you whine when he pinched and rolled one of your already bruised nipples. “Want me to take over? Is my baby tired?”

You nodded weakly, holding his gaze as best as you could, getting lost in the dark haze of lust you could see in them.

“Come here, love”, releasing your wrists, Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to lay your weight fully on him.

You let out a sigh of relief, stopping your movements altogether to simply enjoy the feeling of Chris’ lips on the heated skin of your cheeks. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, yeah? So good to me, wrapping yourself up in such pretty packaging…”

Sliding his hands down your back, Chris found purchase on your rear, holding you tightly as he started to effortlessly move you up and down his cock, making you moan with the sudden movement. “So fucking pretty… Always… Mine…”

“Yours…” You mumbled in his ear, revelling in the groan that left his lips, revelling in the feeling of his thick monster cock filling you up time and time again. “Only yours. Only–” His pace was quickening, and you couldn’t help but whimper against his shoulder. “Only my alpha’s…”

“Fuck… You always…” With a groan, he stopped his movements, keeping you flush to him. “Always clench so hard when you say that, you know?”

Before you could respond, Chris rolled you on your back, stealing the air out of your lungs as he resumed his thrusts with your legs over his shoulders, his hands at either side of your hips for leverage, tilting your hips just right to hit your sweet spot. “Do you like it, pretty? When I stuff you full? When your alpha takes care of you?”

You swallowed, nodding as you reached for his forearms at either side of you, gripping him tightly–although you knew that for him the strength of your grip was probably barely even noticeable. “Love it… Love you, Chris…”

The moan that left Chris’ lips as your words reached him did it for you, sending you over the edge. Tears gathered in your lower lashline as he kept fucking into you, helping you ride your high for a while longer until you savoured every wave of pleasure he could draw out of you.

“Love you. So much… My perfect girl…” Pulling out from your abused cunt, Chris held your thighs tightly, easing his cock between the supple flesh to fuck himself right on the sliver of skin exposed by your stockings, spreading your own juices all over your skin with his movements.

The sound of his hips hitting your skin was almost deafening, and you knew you were going to bruise where his hands tightly held you. Reaching for him, you cupped his cheek, softly stroking his skin with your thumb as he ruthlessly fucked your thighs. “Give it to me, Chris… My big bad wolf…”

Your voice was barely a whisper, but it clearly did it for him, too, because seconds later, he let out a borderline animalistic growl, just as thick ropes of his seed kept spurting from his tip between your legs and soiling your entire torso. He was always so warm, his cum was warm and tempting, and the way he kept fucking your thighs to ride his high as he stared deeply into your eyes while groaning and grunting and swearing was still to this day one of the hottest things you’d ever experience.

“Fuck…” Chris was panting a bit, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. Hooking a finger under one of the elastics, he pulled on it so it snapped back on your skin, making you giggle.

“These… Good God, these were an excellent purchase, baby. Remind me to get you a pair in every single colour”, Chris chuckled, pulling away from you entirely with a ‘stay put’ so he could leave the room, returning a minute later with a warm washcloth to clean you up.

Once you were thoroughly cleaned, he laid down next to you, pulling you into a hug and smothering your face with soft, tired kisses, mindlessly mumbling into your skin. “Mm… Pretty…”

You chuckled softly, slowly caressing your boyfriend’s back once he moved your head to rest on his chest. “Hope this helped ease some of that stress you’ve been going through with work, baby…”

“Work? What work? I only know my precious girlfriend, and her delicious thighs…” Chris mumbled against your hair, pressing soft pecks on the top of your head.

He was quiet for a while, just massaging your scalp and your soft body, until he took in a deep breath, hugging you impossibly closer. “How was your day, though?”

You couldn’t help but smile against his skin, rubbing your cheek on his chest before you pulled back to look at him, finding him already looking at you with a soft smile on his lips. With one final peck on his lips, you started telling him about your day.

Author’s Notex2: if you made it this far, thank you for reading ! let me know if you would be interested in reading little drabbles like these for the couples of this series between the longer one shots ! i’m currently working on a bit of a longer piece to get more in depth in Chris’ character, and it’s from his POV, so look forward to that :) thank you for always being supportive of my silly little werewolf AU💜

Tagging: @raspbinniecreme @staaa96 @oiminho @dundullresident @honey-lemon-goose @straylightdream @carefully325 @lavenderxkies @starshine-moon @biribarabiribbaem @meowmeowhoon @100layersofdaddyissues @dearalice @alexis-reads-fics @xcookiemonsteer @knowleeknow @chanlovesme @cheniqee If you want to be removed from the list just PM me. If you want to be added fill in this form~

© therhythmafterthesummer 2023. all rights reserved. do not repost or translate my stories.

Constructive feedback (or even keysmashes, really) is always welcome :) feel free to leave your comments in the caption/tags when you reblog, or by sending me an ask !

[cqthqrtic]

mori ogai nsfw headcannons.

content warnings: smut, bdsm, brief mention of knife play, bondage, shibari, suspension, teasing, mild masochism.

a/n: i don’t rly like how this turned out :// but i just wanted to get my requests done😭😭 i don’t rly see mori as much of a sexual person, esp since he’s based off of an asexual character in irl mori’s book vita sexualis lol. i was so tempted to say he has elderly erectile dysfunction LMFAOOOO.

🍃 Mori’s a man who’s had plenty of sexual experience throughout the years, enough to know what he likes and what he doesn’t.

🍃 Over the years, he finds less pleasure in overindulging, already having a low sex drive and wanting to have enough time in his busy day to enjoy it with you so sex isn’t necessarily a rarity but it isn’t something you should expect every day either.

🍃 Mori’s exploration with fetishes and kinks has made him bored of a lot of them so this idea of BDSM Mafia Daddy Mori isn’t really a thing. He certainly has kept certain fetishes and kinks over the years but not many.

🍃 One of these is his obsession with lingerie. He really loves dressing you up in luxury designer brand lingerie, only to cut them off of your body while slowly rocking his cock into you.

🍃 There’s also a non-sexual aspect to his obsession with lingerie. He just enjoys the process of shopping for it, picking and matching the sets, and putting the actual pieces onto your body.

🍃 Mori has a thing for playing mind games in bed. He wants to make you trip over your words, make you squirm a bit, make you pout.

🍃 He’s kind of an ass lmao.

🍃 Mori doesn’t get off to physically hurting you though. He’s more of a masochist than a sadist.

🍃 Gets rock hard when you smack his chest or pull on his hair.

🍃 He cums so quick when you insult him, calling him a freak or a weirdo.

🍃 Depending on how far you are into a relationship, Mori can be very loving and intimate.

🍃 He’ll be pretty quiet aside from some soft groans during these intimate times.

🍃 But that’s a rarity. Mori is kind of apathetic to sex but even more so to intimacy.

🍃 Honestly, it takes a lot for him to be genuinely turned on by someone so if you’re able to turn him on, good on you!

🍃 Mori isn’t all that interested in complicated positions so he sticks with missionary and cowgirl.

🍃 He does, however, like to indulge in bondage and shibari. But he’ll only do shibari for special occasions like holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries.

🍃 Some of his favorite styles of shibari are a rope corset style, full body bondage, and a suspension technique that lifts your legs up.

🍃 He honestly views it as an art form and will take his time in delicately tying the rope.

🍃 When he doesn’t have time for shibari though, he’ll usually use fur lined leather cuffs.

🍃 When Mori was younger, he was a lot more adventurous and experimental. He’s the type who definitely frequented BDSM exhibitions and sex dungeons but after completing his military service, he no longer finds as much excitement in kink and sex.

🍃 He’s definitely calmed down a lot sexually.

🍃 Overall, Mori might be “boring”, but he’s able to satisfy you and himself and that’s what matters <3

[aerynwrites]

Gifts

Viktor x Fem!Reader

A/N: completely forgot I wrote this lol. So here you go! Enjoy :)

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: NSFW, smutish, nothing super explicit, heavy making out, breast play(?), reader is a female/female anatomy, lingerie, fluff.

The blue lace is soft beneath your fingers, delicate straps running over your shoulders securely and holding the barely there garment to your skin.

The two piece set was an impulse purchase - something you had seen in the window of a hole in the wall shop called ‘Life’s Secret Pleasures’.

You remember how the little bell tinkled above your head as you entered the store and immediately asked for the set in the window, the kind lady behind the counter smiling knowingly the whole time she wrapped the purchase delicately in tissue paper before bagging it up.

Thankfully the bag was small enough to hide in your satchel before you rejoined Viktor at a market stand selling miscellaneous mechanical parts.

In fact, the inventor was so consumed in his bartering, you don’t think he even noticed you were gone.

Perfect.

It allowed you to formulate the plan that’s now playing out. Just a few days after your purchase, Viktor has taken a very rare day off from the lab, citing wanting to spend time with you since he’s been so busy lately.

The perfect opportunity to surprise him.

It’s evening now, having spent the day doing whatever you both wanted to do. Breakfast at the small coffee shop in town, walking through the market before spending the rest of the day in bed. Viktor chose to read, while you either dozed on and off or asked him to read to you, something he obliged with happily.

You love his voice, something he knows and uses to his advantage quite often.

Eventually, however, you both left the warmth of your bed to make dinner. And once that was done you finally made your move. You had slipped into the bathroom as Viktor returned to the bed, book in hand once more as he sat against the headboard.

Now, with your lacy outfit donned and ready to go, you can’t help the surge of confidence that courses through you.

Initially, you were worried Viktor wouldn’t really care about the lingerie. But the moment you put it on, you know he’s going to be surprised.

You look good.

With one last glance in the mirror you turn and open the bathroom door quietly, peeking into the bedroom to see if Viktor is where you left him.

He’s still sitting on the bed, legs stretched out in front of him and none the wiser to your presence leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.

You take a moment to study him, admiring the way he just so comfortably exists in your shared space.

His hair is slightly mussed from being in bed all day, not messy perse - but some errant strands sticking up in places they usually don’t. His golden eyes slide easily across the pages of the book he holds in one hand, fingers splayed elegantly across the leather cover.

He looks…peaceful. Calm. So much more at ease than he has been on the nights he comes home from the lab.

And you want to help him feel even better.

Slowly, you push off the door frame and pad softly across the room. The wooden floor creaks quietly beneath your feet, but Viktor still doesn’t look up from his book.

Always absorbed in his work.

You smile, finally approaching his side of the bed, trailing light fingers over the thin material of his sleep pants.

He lets out a low hum, acknowledging your presence but still looking down at that damn book, completely unaware of the gift that stands before him.

“Viktor…” you sing-song, fingers continuing their path upwards until they hook over the edge of his book, tugging it down gently.

“Mm, yes my love?”

Finally his eyes pull away from the worn pages, and you watch in silent delight as he physically stutters. His eyes dart over your form, not sure where to look before they land back on your face. Pupils blown wide, lips parted slightly in surprise…

Gotcha.

The smile that tugs at your lips is nothing short of mischievous as he sets the book on the nightstand and reaches for you.

His eyes are once again roaming over you, drinking in the lace that hugs your body. His movements are slow as his hands finally find your sides, and you shudder at the chilly temperature of his hands.

Slowly, as if he’s asking permission, he tugs you towards him, urging you to join him on the bed.

You oblige his silent plea, climbing up so you straddle his hips, ever careful of his leg.

When you settle against him, his hands slide to rest upon your hips, thumbs dipping below the waistband of the lace bottoms.

He looks at you reverently, still taking you in before his eyes finally rise up to meet yours.

The look he gives you is nothing short of a supplicant worshipping the marble statue of their god. Eyes swimming with love and adoration as his lips move but fail to form the words he wants to say.

You have to brace yourself with hands on his shoulders as he pulls you closer - you’ve never had someone look at you like this before, and it’s slightly jarring, making emotion swell within your chest.

Finally, Viktor speaks, and the words are whispered with a reverence you’ve never experienced before.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek, then another one to your jaw, trailing lower.

Craning your head to the side, Viktor eagerly lavishes attention to the skin you expose, whispering praises into you between each kiss.

“Perfect. Captivating. Exquisite.”

“Viktor…” his name falls from your lips in a whispered moan as his teeth sink into the delicate skin of your collarbone.

He pulls away then, eyes now sparkling with pure desire as he holds you tighter, fingers digging delightfully into your hips.

“I love you,” he whispers, capturing your lips with his own.

You want to respond, to tell him that you love him too, and maybe even tease him a little for this absolutely lovely reaction he’s giving you.

Viktor barely gives you room to breathe with how he practically devours you. His tongue sliding past your lips, hands dipping below the waistband of your underwear to take handfuls of your ass in hand and pull you impossibly closer to him.

You gasp when you feel him hard and hot against your core, his lounge pants doing little to conceal his arousal.

Viktor pulls away from the kiss, his lips wet and swollen. You just barely start to speak before he silences you again, maneuvering you both carefully so you lay beneath him and he is propped up above you, hungry eyes roaming over you once more.

You can’t help the huff of laughter that escapes you as his fingers dance over your sides, toying with the lace at the bottom of your bra.

“If I’d known lingerie would get you this riled up, I would have bought some sooner.” You tease, reaching up to tug at his shirt.

He complies, letting you pull the fabric over his head and toss it to the side before he’s leaning over you again.

“I am always, eh…riled up - when I’m around you.” Leaning down, he presses soft lips to the swell of your breast, tongue peaking out to taste the dewiness of your skin. “You’re absolutely captivating. Always.” A nip of teeth as he travels to the other side. “You never cease to amaze me, and make me crave you like a drowning man needs air.”

You arch into him as one of his hands slides beneath the lace of your bra, expert fingers brushing over your nipple before squeezing just enough.

“Viktor, please…” You beg, yearning for his touch.

He smiles down at you, mischief gittering in his eyes as he withdrawals his hand.

You can’t stop the frustrated sigh that slips past your lips - but before you can complain, Viktor stops you.

Featherlight and teasing, he traces over the edge of the lace covering your breasts, before trailing down further to do the same to the waistband below.

“Patience, my love.” He soothes, shuffling down so his lips follow the path his fingers leave.

He goes down further, stray strands of chestnut hair tickling your tummy before his lips find purchase at your inner thigh, teeth nipping gently there before he finally looks up at you again.

“I want to take my time unwrapping my gift.”

Your breath leaves you in a hurried rush as his fingers hook under the fabric and tug.

You smile to yourself.

Best. Purchase. Ever.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Fearing You, Loving You | Part 3

Word Count: 3.3k

Genre: smut, angst, some fluff

Warnings: dom!felix, sub!reader, yandere!felix, cockwarming, blowjob, felix loves hentai and humiliating oc, filming, creampie, spitting, mentions of violence.

Sequel to I'm Yours, You're Mine

Gif credit @915archive (yes I'm only gonna use your gifs for lix from now on lol)

You decided that you can't just passively accept your condition. You had to do something to improve your situation, and you know just what to do. 

When Felix comes home from work, you greet him with a kiss that surprises him before you lead him to the bathroom where you had drawn him a bath, gently stripping him and pulling him to the tub. 

Felix stares at you in wonder as get a loofah and pour some body wash on it. 

"What's the occasion?" He asks, happily leaning into your touch. 

"Can't a woman show her husband how much she appreciates him?" You drawl, knowing that his delusional mind and his need to believe that everything is okay will make him easily accept your answer. “I just want to show you how much I love you…”

He relaxes into your touch completely as you gently scrub his body and wash his hair while he lay calm and content like a cat between your arms.

He looked so happy and peaceful, and you lean in to give his pouty lips a peck. His eyes spring open, staring at you in awe before they turn into the lovely crescents they get when he smiles.

“I love you.” He beams, and you curse your heart for still fluttering at his words after all he’s done, but you still can't bring yourself to reply, and Felix's face turns hard. He grabs your hands, stopping your movements. "Tell me you love me." 

You hold his gaze for a minute, your heart hammering against your ribcage, before you force yourself to smile. 

“I’m madly in love with you.” You murmur, washing the conditioner out of his hair before you pull him up to his feet and wrap a towel around his waist. 

Taking his hand in yours, you lead him into the bedroom, drying him off and grabbing a bottle of lotion. Carefully, you rub the product over his skin, taking care to massage the areas you think might be sore like his neck and his back. You tell yourself that you’re only doing this to appease him so that he'll let you have a relationship with your child, disregarding the ball of warmth that keeps growing in the center of your chest with each happy sigh and loving glance he throws at you. 

You dress him up in soft pajamas and sit behind to dry his hair. His eyes are closed and his mouth hangs ever slightly open as he surrenders himself to your touch. He looks so soft, just like the Felix you used to know, that you can’t help but let the towel fall away as you run your fingers through his soft, wet her and press your lips to his cheek. Felix hums appreciatively, leaving his head to the side to give you better access, when a knock sounds at the door, making you jump back. 

"Can I come in, daddy?" Your daughter’s sweet voice pipes up from behind the door.She wasn't allowed to step into the master bedroom without permission, and said permission could only be given by her father if he was present. Felix opens his eyes and is met by your longing ones, silently begging him to let your daughter in. 

He doesn’t look like he wants this moment to be interrupted so you’re shocked when his reply comes, voice deep with exhaustion."Come in, sweetheart." 

Your heart swells and you smile brightly at him. It's working!

He responds with a tired smile of his own as the girl opens the door and timidly comes in. 

"What are you doing?" She asks curiously. 

"Mommy is doing daddy's hair." You beam, playing with Felix’s hair absently. 

"Oh!" Her eyes sparkle, "Can I be the one who styles your hair, daddy?"

Felix chuckles lowly at her enthusiasm, "Of course, princess." 

The girl squeaks in happiness and jumps in place. "I just have to get some stuff from my room. I'll be right back." 

You stare lovingly at her small retreating form. When she's gone, your eyes go back to Felix and you see him looking up at you with adoration in his eyes that makes your breath hitch in your throat. He takes one of your hands in his and places a soft kiss to the back of it. "This is perfect, darling. Thank you. I promise you that I'll do whatever it takes if it means we’ll be together forever, my sweet.”

Your breath hitches and hand shakes in his hold. A million conflicting emotions swelled up inside you, but they were all smothered as soon as your daughter steps back into the door, jumping onto the bed with her little box of hair accessories and a comb.

You pull your hand away as she gets to work, and you watch them closely, eyes trained on your daughter’s excited smile as she messes with her daddy’s hair, and the equally as gorgeous smile he has on his face as he lets her unleash her creative side on him, encouraging her all the while. 

They looked so happy all wrapped up in their little bubble, and you so wanted to be part of it too. You could be. He promised you you can, if only you’d be good. And isn’t that what you wanted? The love of your daughter and your husband? Why were you fighting him so hard?

“Do you prefer the pink ribbon or the sparkly clip, daddy?” Your girl holds the items in her small hands to show them off and Felix pursues his lips in contemplation. 

“The clip I think.” You cut in, brushing Felix’s hair down. “It matches daddy’s sparkly eyes, don’t you think?” 

“Ohh, that’s right!” Your girl exclaims, putting the ribbon down and placing the clip in Felix’s hair. “What do you think, daddy?” 

“I don’t know. What does mommy think?” He holds your hand, smiling up at you, and you know you’re doing the right thing. 

“I love it. You look really pretty, honey.” You lace your fingers with his, “You did a great job, sweetheart.” 

“Yaaay!” Your girl claps in excitement, and Felix turns to her. “Would you like to go get some donuts, princess?” 

“Yes, daddy!” She chirps and jumps off the bed. “I’ll go get dressed.”

Your smile falls. You weren’t allowed to go on outings like this with them lest you steal your daughter and run away or alert anyone. 

"You wanna come with, love?" He brings your hand back to his lips, pressing a kiss to it. 

You couldn't believe how well this was working. You haven't been allowed out like this in years! Maybe you just needed to be nicer to him, and he'll give you everything just like he promised.

You don’t give him a moment to reconsider, rushing to accept.  "I'd love to!" 

__________

Everything was perfect. The night breeze, your daughter's excited voice, the city lights. This is what you could have, always.

Only one detail was off, how Felix never let go of your daughter's hand. But you don't let that bother you. You still needed to prove to him that he can trust you. And everything will be good again.

You step into the store with a bright smile, following Felix to the register and watching him pay for the donuts and coffee. You all then go to select the donuts you want. You pick a chocolate one and a strawberry one. 

While Felix and your daughter choose their own donuts, the barista tells you that your coffee is ready. Not thinking, you leave your husband and daughter and go to pick up the coffee. 

"Umm where is the sugar--" You wonder absentmindedly before spotting it and reaching out for it. The barista reaches out at the same time and your hands touch. You quickly pull away, the both of you laughing.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You smile, a little embarrassed. 

“That’s okay. I don’t mind touching hands with such a pretty lady.” The barista flirts, passing you the sugar. You sheepishly reach out to take them, feeling a little anxious for some reason you can’t pinpoint. 

You realize your mistake when someone else intercepts you and snatches the sugar packets away. You look up to see a very angry Felix glaring the man down. "She is pretty, isn't she? She’s also my wife." 

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I was just trying to help.” The barista clears his throat and looks down.

“I’m sure you were.” Felix grits, quickly putting the sugar in the coffee and stirring it. As soon as he’s done, he hands you the coffee and drags both you and your daughter out of the shop. 

The walk back home he is silent despite your daughter’s constant attempts to make small talk. When you reach your building, he tells you to go up and get dinner ready.

"Where are you going daddy?" Your daughter asks, and Felix glares at you. "Daddy has to take care of something, princess." 

You blanch, holding onto him. "Felix, please." 

He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Do you want to make a scene in front of your daughter? Wanna let her hear how much of a slut her mother is?" 

Tears well up in your eyes and you shake your head. Everything was so perfect. How did it go so wrong? You were so stupid. If you hadn't moved from Felix's side, none of this would've happened. 

Felix pulls you off of him and orders you to go upstairs, and with a teary face you obey. 

When you step into the apartment, your daughter turns to you with crossed arms and a frown on her little face. “You made daddy angry again, didn’t you?”

You stare at her in shock. “What?”

“You always make daddy angry. You always ruin everything.” 

Finding yourself angry for the first time at your daughter. "You don't know anything. You don't know how much I sacrificed for your sake!" 

"I don't care. You only make daddy sad and I hate you."

Her words stab at your heart. With blurry eyes, you grab her and throw her into her room, locking the door behind her and falling to the floor in a sobbing mess. 

You felt wretched. You felt abandoned. You know it's not your daughter's fault, that she's brainwashed, but her words hurt you so much and you find yourself craving reassurance and affection that you know you can only get from one person. 

Wiping your tears, you go to your room to dress up for him, wearing the lingerie dress he had wanted to see on you, and then go to the kitchen to make him dinner, hoping that would appease him enough to give you what you need. 

__________________________

When you hear the door open you freeze in your spot, all your fears reaching their extremes again. You remain still as a statue as you hear his footsteps approach until he's right behind you, his body flush against yours, his hands snaking up your body to grab at your breasts.

“Did you enjoy your little show babe?" He asks, tone sharp.

"No." You quickly attempt to clarify, "I didn't mean to be bad."

"Is that why you looked like you were going to get on your knees in the middle of the store and blow him?"

You shake your head harshly, "I didn't. I just smiled because I was nervous."

He scoffs, his small hands pushing your dainty bra down and roughly groping your tits. "You think I believe you? God, I let you out once thinking you'll be good, but my little cockslut can't help herself, huh?"

“No, Felix--” Tears brim your eyes once again. He wasn't giving you what you wanted. “I would never do anything to betray you.”

"But you did." He growls, rubbing your pussy coarsely while squeezing your tits. “I should’ve bred you before leaving. You’re much better behaved when my cum is dripping down your legs and reminding you of who you belong to.”

“I’m sorry.” You sob, leaning into his touch, hoping to appease him. 

"You will be sorry, baby.“ He promises, making you shiver as he backs away, “Put the food on the table. No plate for you. Whores don't get to eat food. I'll keep your mouth busy with something else."

You know what’s coming, and you feel incredibly humiliated. "No, Felix, please. It's embarrassing."

"Good. You should be embarrassed. If you're gonna act like a cock-hungry slut then you need to be treated like one." He snarls, chuckling at your tears. “You’re crying? Baby I haven’t even given you anything to cry about.”

Helplessly, you prepare his plate for him, already expecting his command. 

“Get on your knees.” He sneers, watching you get between his legs. “Take my cock out and suck on it.” 

You try to obey but when you see the blood stains on his pants, you stop abruptly. “Felix, what did you....”

He looks down at you with heavy eyes and smirks, "Don't worry I didn't kill the man you were drooling after. I just made sure he won't look at other men's wives again."

You shiver, not knowing quite what he means, With Felix this could be anything from a slight warning to a crippling attack. You know he won’t give you more information though so, for your own sake, you unzip his pants and pull out his hard dick, immediately taking it in your mouth. 

"That's a good girl." He breathes out, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. "Show your master how sorry you are."

You swirl your tongue around his dick, sucking on it earnestly, but as you pull up to breathe he pushes you down, making you take him completely, your nose brushing against his pubic bone with his length fully down your throat. He holds you there and you try to relax your throat as much as possible and try to breathe through your nose, knowing he’ll keep you there.

And he does. Through the whole meal, he stays balls deep in your throat, only resurfacing to fuck your mouth before he buries his dick in your throat again.   

Soon, your jaw gets sore, making your saliva dribble all over his dick and crotch, but Felix doesn't care. In fact, it turns him on, knowing you’re struggling to accommodate his length.

It feels like forever before he lets you go, letting you crash back against the table as you cough and gasp in. You raise your hand to your face to wipe at the mess you've made but Felix stops you.

“Don't clean up. I want you just like you are, my dirty slut.” 

__________________________

He has you on your back on the bed, arms hooked under your thighs and shackled together so that they are pulled up to your chest, immobilizing you and laying your pussy bare for him. 

The flash of the camera goes off as your husband takes a picture of you in the compromising position. 

He stares at it as it develops then he shows it to you, making your cheeks flame red at seeing just how lewd you look.

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby. And all mine, right?” 

"Yes, baby, all yours." You gush, hoping he'd have mercy on you. 

He brushes his fingers down your thigh, skipping over your core and going up the other one, making you shake in need. 

"Want my fingers in your pussy, honey?" He murmurs, brushing the tips of his fingers up and down your pussy with a feather light touch that only makes you whimper out in need. 

"Yes, Lix. Need you so bad." You gasp as his palm meets your pussy is a sharp slap, making your body convulse at the intense sensation. 

"Is that what you call your owner after everything you've done?" 

You shake your head, "No, master. I'm sorry."

"That's better." He purrs, slipping his middle finger inside of you. It was barely enough, just brushing your walls as he pumps it in and out of you. 

"More, please, master." 

"You're so greedy. Always begging for more."

He pushes his index in, the pads of his fingers brushing ever so slightly over your walls. You struggle, your body trying to close your legs but you can't. 

He curls his fingers and rubs back and forth against your g-spot, making you shake. "Master, please."

“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

You nod, trying to appease him, and whine in distress when he takes his fingers out of your pussy. He brings them up to your mouth. 

"Tongue out." He says gruffly, placing his fingers on your tongue and pumping them in and out of your mouth, occasionally hitting the back of your throat and making you gag around them. 

"You're mine, baby. You were made for me. If only you would see." He sighs, taking a picture of you choking on his fingers before pulling them away, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake. 

He presses his dick against your entrance and you whimper. 

"Gonna give you my cock now. Gonna stuff you full." He purrs, pushing himself inside. "Let's see if I can get your eyes to roll back into your skull, angel." 

He takes multiple pictures of you as he fucks you, instructing you on how to pose and what faces to make. 

"Yeah, that's it darling. Gonna carry these around to show to any man you try to seduce so they'd know whose slut you are." 

You shake your head, tears brimming along your eyelashes from how roughly he's fucking you. This isn't what you wanted. You need him to love you and be gentle with you. 

"That's not true!" You sob, barely able to get the words out between him railing you and your uncontrollable tears. "I didn't do anything. I was good just like you wanted."

"Don't fucking lie to my face!" He grits, throwing the camera to the side and grabbing your thighs so he can brutally drive his hips into yours, his cock not giving your pussy a break. "I saw the way you were looking at him." 

"No. No." Your eyes roll up as you feel your pussy start to clench around him, his cock forcing the orgasm out of you. 

"There you go. That's my good slut." 

You see the flash of the camera go off as you cum, and you can't even imagine how fucked out you look right now. 

He grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. "Say ahhh." 

Dumbly, you obey, opening your mouth wide for him to spit into. You keep your mouth open while he takes a picture of you. 

"Swallow." He commands, watching you with dark eyes as you do and groaning when you open your mouth again to show him. "Good girl. You got me so close, baby. Gonna give you all my cum. You want it, baby?"

You whimper in agreement, your poor pussy getting sore and overstimulated. 

"I should take away your birth control and stuff you full of my cum. Give you another baby and keep you pregnant all the time so everyone would know that your pussy is taken." His pace gets sloppy and erratic as he nears his end.

"No, baby, please. Don't."

"Shut up, slut. I'll make it so everyone will know that you're claimed." He jerks his hips forward one last time before he groans loudly and his cock twitches inside you, filling you up with his cum. 

He stays there for a while, pluging your pussy and keeping his cum inside as if he intends on making true on his promise. 

When he pulls back, you feel his seed dribble out of your pussy before a flash goes off. 

"Stick your tongue out." He orders, and puts your fingers up in a double peace sign to mimic the fucked stupid characters in the hentai he loves to watch so much.

"Perfect." He smiles, showing you the picture. You look ruined, used, and entirely his.

________________

A/N: hope you're as dead as I am

[wlw-peachylsbn]

hey ;))) can you please do hcs for sugar mommy cissa’s kinks w/ femreader ;)))

I feel like every time I write some headcanons, I have to start with “wow she’s such a milf”

And, well, yeah. She is. Literally. In all sense of the word.

That being said! I need to focus.

She’s so sexy though,,,,,, ANYWAY.

Narcissa loves spoiling you. She has the money, she has the will, and she has the means.

She will not take no as an answer.

She starts off slow first: flowers. Big, beautiful, hand-picked flowers that reflect her mood and feelings. Then gifts like chocolate from an exclusive shop in France, or a necklace that has a rather noticeable brand name, then maybe a new thick coat to replace your shabby one.

But when you are together together, she goes all in. Tickets to whatever play or symphony or movie you want to see. More jewelry. Perfume or cologne. Dinner dates at a fancy restaurant. Cash. She literally gives you cash to “treat yourself.” More new clothes.

And yes, that means lingerie.

*yearns*

Pretty, pink, tight lingerie.

And if you’re more masculine (like me!), she would still spoil you! She would buy you some sheer tank tops, or some tight boxers, or a nice tie that you could wear … by itself.

Would insist you do a little twirl and show off for her.

Also would eye you up and down like you’re about to be eaten. (You are.)

Would also buy you some fancy-ass cocktail dresses and/or neat suits!!!

Narcissa would fiddle with your sleeves or collar and say, "Look at you, being such an attractive pet for Mommy."

Would probably pay off your debts or loans tbh.

She has a mommy kink too btw, I don’t make the rules.

And a pet kink too!

Narcissa doesn’t explicitly say it, but she loves when you call her Mommy when you’re in private.

Also loves it when you hold onto her hand or arm.

Praise kink! Will praise you for being so sweet and polite!

Doesn’t demand anything sexual in return—she just wants to spoil you because she loves you—but you always return the favor anyway :)

Likes to watch you fuck yourself wearing her gifts.

She just loves to see the big smile on your face as she surprises you.

Will tell you “ask Mommy nicely” if you want to go out or buy something.

She probably has a fur coat. Or two.

Is very possessive. Does not like people looking at you, so she will probably try to get you a collar of some kind lol

Narcissa loves spoiling you, but would still get insecure :(

Do you love her or her money?

Do you even love her?

This will the first time you see her insecure. She’ll try to distance herself, and you notice. Of course, you do. And you tell her firmly that if you two were living in a box on some nasty street, you would love her just as much.

(That’s how she knew she was in love, and it was real.)

Narcissa would insist you move in with her.

Would refurbish her giant manor to your wishes.

You want a library? Done.

A field to play Quidditch? Done.

A bigger garden? Done.

A newer study? Also done.

A pool? Narcissa would literally move Heaven and Earth for you.

And would start gifting you rings all of a sudden.

Beautiful, expensive, meaningful rings. Some that are family heirlooms. Some that fit nicely on your ring finger.

Wow …. I wonder what she means by that :)))))

(I have more nsfw headcanons here, too!)

[girlgrouptrash101]

Lisa (Blackpink) as Your Girlfriend

Request: “HEADCANON’s are my thing. Can I request Lisa as your girlfriend, please?”

A/N: lovesick girls SOTY,,, that’s all i have to say

- C

Get ready to be treated like royalty,, miss manoban won’t settle for anything less when it comes to her baby

Lisa is always romantic, whether its taking you our for a candle-lit, romantic dinner or just staying at home and slow dancing around the living room together

Your guys’ apartment would be the perfect blend of both your tastes, with a gorgeous, retro, red jukebox in the living room that you and Lisa play music from whenever you’re at home

You have a big photograph wall in your room of all the memories you’ve had together,, with most of the pictures being taken by your very own personal photographer Lisa hehe

her camera goes everywhere with her, and she has millions of photos of you that you’ve never even seen, as Lisa loves to keep them to herself so she can look through them when she’s away and misses you

the rest of the pinks are basically your best friends, and they basically knew you before they even met you, thanks to Lisa’s constant gushing over how amazing you are and how lucky she is to be with you :’]

you’re always invited to their shows and concerts,,, and the absolute joy you get seeing all Lisa’s fans scream for her knowing she all yours at the end of the day simply cannot be put into words

on long days before comebacks, you often find yourself heading to Blackpink’s practice room with snacks in hand, reminding the girls to stop overworking themselves and put their health first!

Lisa always teaches you her new dances, even if you have two left feet lol

she loves watching you learn, and after a few months she’s really helped you improve - even if most of you lessons end up to you and her dancing to crazy frog around the practice room like maniacs

the most fun dates!! Like one time you and Lisa went to every single ice cream parlour in your city and reviewed each one to find out which one had the best ice cream around

like YES you were both stuffed and couldn’t touch ice cream for about a month after because you hadn’t recovered... but it was still worth it

the two of you also love to pack a picnic and a blanket, taking a drive out to the big fields in the country side

there’s nothing else around you for miles, just you, Lisa and the sound of birds as they fly by and nest in trees, the two of you just enjoying the blissful break from city life

Plus you get to make daisy chains and talk about the most random things as you lounge on the blanket you packed, completely at ease with life and with one another

you love talking to Lisa so much; your conversation can honestly range from questioning the creation of humanity to talking about your favourite flavour of ice cream (mint choco team rise up)

she always does that little thing with her thumb when she holds your hand, rubbing her thumb ever so softly across the back of your hand and it makes your heart go dsfjksskl

gives the BESTEST hugs ever omg

her head rests on top of yours as she loops her arms around her waist and yours drape around her shoulders, your head against her chest or on her shoulder as she holds you tight against her

also gives A+ cuddles too, she’s like your own personal teddy bear that you can just never pull away from,,, she’s too warm and soft,, you always end up spending hours in her arms whenever you can

INTENSE JUST DANCE BATTLES IN THE LIVING ROOM

rumour has it you almost broke your knees trying to beat Lisa at the rasputin dance - spoiler alert, she still won like she always does jndsfdklds

shopping dates!! which are actually really fun,, Lisa always picks out something for the both of you that’s absolutely ABSURD, and when you go and try it on the two of you end up cracking up with laughter

don’t tell anyone but half the time when Lisa buys clothes for herself she goes for things that you would like in hopes that you borrow them off her... because YOU... in HER CLOTHES... she might just cry uwu

dating Lisa and accidentally becoming a parent to all FOUR of her cats.. good luck i guess xoxo

she loves taking you to Thailand to meet her family, and bringing you to all her favourite spots as a child, wanting to make new memories there with you by her side

she’s also one to show up on your doorstep with two plane tickets and a suitcase packed for you - she doesn’t even tell you where you’re going, but she always has a plan and brings you on the most memorable and life changing trips around the world

she just wants to make so many memories with you and switch things up when you least expect; Lisa loves to keep you on your toes

plus,,,, more memories = more stories to tell your kids when you get to that milestone in the future

which Lisa definitely sees happening, she’s never, ever leaving you behind, it would be a crime to lose a love as strong as yours.

NSFW From Here:

kind of a service top tbh,,, like this girl just wants her baby to be feeling good and satisfied

will have her way with you any time any place though,, like she always catches you so off guard - you could be just cooking dinner and then all of a sudden she’s crept up behind you and her hand is down your pants

“and I’ll do it again” - Lisa after eating you out on the kitchen counter top x

It drives her fucking insane when you moan out her name, and it only spurs her on to fuck you harder and faster, listening to each heavenly scream spill from your lips

less into sending you nudes and more into sending you steamy choreographies that she’d been practicing just for you

Lisa feels the best when she’s dancing, and she knows just how worked up you get when you watch her dancing to something sexy, so she never hesitates to invite you to the practice room when she knows she’s going to be putting on a show

which usually ends up with you against the practice room mirror, begging for Lisa to go harder and harder - probably scaring away everyone else in the YG building </3

definitely has a rainbow coloured strap on because gay rights 

tbh you couldn’t care less what colour it is - you don’t even know anything except Lisa’s name when she’s using it, each thrust driving you closer and closer to that glorious edge

Lisa absolutely LOVES when you take care of her too, especially after a long day of schedules when she just gets to come home and ride your face until she crashes from tiredness

her favourite thing in the world is getting eaten out, her long legs wrapping around your head to keep her close to her core while her head is thrown back in pleasure

i could definitely see her being into wax play too, mainly because she think its so gorgeous,, the hot wax melting onto your skin and creating a beautiful picture on her favourite canvas

Lisa in thigh high boots......... and deep red lingerie........... thinking so many thoughts

absolutely LOVES receiving/sending nudes, and she saves every single one in a locked folder for her to look back on when she’s busy on tour and missing your touch 

and don’t be surprised if you get a facetime call in the middle of the night, filled with Lisa’s whines and moans as she touches herself over the phone, driving you crazy knowing you can’t be there to please her the way she so clearly desires

[hyunjilicious]

onlyfans #1 [ransom drysdale]

A/n: I’ve had this idea for a LONG time, and yesterday it wasn’t showing up in the tags, so I’m trying again today! This is part of a future pseudo-series, because I adore this concept. Also, prepare for cameos!!

Summary: So Ransom lost his inheritance. I hope the title doesn’t spoil his plan to make a living (SMUT) 3.4k

Warnings: spanking, daddy kink, size kink, dirty talk, domestic submission, name calling, degradation, dub con (just in case), slight spit play, breath play, taking/selling nudes (lowkey non con here lol) Ransom is a bit of an ass. 

absolutely DO NOT READ if any of the warnings mentioned above make you uncomfortable, or if you are under 18!! That being said, enjoy!!!

"Ransom!" you yelled, rummaging through the shopping bag he just left on the counter in the kitchen. "We can't afford-" you scoffed, turning a bottle of wine over in your hands. Feeling yourself fume with anger that was threatening to burst out of you at any time, you placed it back on the counter, and started looking for him around the house, "Ransom, where the fuck are you?"

"Will you stop yelling!?" you heard him groan through the wall.

Rolling your eyes and with genuine rage surging through you, you slammed the door open, so hard it hit the wall behind it. "The fuck is wrong with you? You know we're already fucking tight with money, yet you had to go and buy a $200 bottle of wine!?"

Only after the words left your mouth, did you realize what he was doing. When your eyes landed on his computer screen and you saw him playing Spider Solitaire, you felt like you were actually going to fucking hit him.

"It was the cheapest I could find" he joked, without even bothering to turn around and face you.

"I'm serious right now" you sighed, walking over and snatching his hand from the mouse, "Look at me"

And he did. He turned to look at you, with a roll of his eyes and a displeased grin on his lips, "We're doing fine, you have a good job, what the fuck do you want from me?"

"Only the president could fucking keep up with you, Ransom, I can't afford that kind of crap. If you keep that shit up, we'll both end up on the streets!"

"Don't be so dramatic, doll" he chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down your outer thigh. Grabbing a handful of your ass, he pulled you closer, "Stop worrying, we'll figure something out"

"We'd better. Because soon-"

"We will" he stopped you, grabbing even harder. His fingers sunk into your flesh, and your whole attitude changed in an instant, as you went mellow under his touch.

"Ok, then" you sighed, determined to find another way to go about this.

"Kiss me" Ransom smiled, and you obliged in an instant. He went in open mouthed, his tongue finding yours in an instant. You gave in completely, submitting to him like you always do. The way he bit into your lower lip, a tad harder than you would have considered pleasurable, made you moan softly against his lips.

"You adore me, I know" he smiled, pulling away from you. Ransom nodded towards the door, "Now go make us something to eat" he said, and then turned back to his computer, "I was busy with something"

"Busy" you mocked him, walking out of the room.

The next few hours of the day went by as usual. Ransom was hard around the edges, a difficult man to please - and god knows you had to constantly please him in order for him to accept you. But you got the hang of it, it became your routine, and you didn't mind it one bit. After having lunch, he went out to meet with a friend, while you stayed inside, making yourself busy.

When you two started getting more comfortable with one another, every now and then Ransom would insist on choosing what you wore while you were home alone with him. You loved this kink of his - he was doing it to himself, having you dress up all hot and skimpy only to have his dick get hard about 20 minutes later - it was a win-win situation. So now, still in one of the outfits he had chosen for you, and with your makeup perfectly done, you sat on the living room couch, finishing up your nails. A show about some mysterious crime that took place over 20 years ago was playing in the background, when Ransom entered the room.

"How's my favorite girl doing?" he beamed, walking over to you, blocking your view of the TV.

"She's fine" you smiled, actually surprised with how cheery he was being.

"You love me, right?"

"Of course, baby" you giggled, "So much"

"Good" Ransom said, his smile fading. "Put this on-" he added, throwing a small red paper bag into your lap, "And then come into the bedroom"

"Are you only ever nice to me when you want something?" you sighed, watching him as he walked out of the room.

"Don't be ridiculous" he laughed, "If I had to be nice every time I wanted something from you, I'd combust"

For a second, you remained dumbfounded. 'He's an asshole, but he's your asshole and you love him' you told yourself, before gathering the courage to open the bag and peak inside. Black lace. Your mouth fell open as you pulled the lingerie out - there was so little material you barely even realized how it was supposed to go. And those little patches of material? Almost completely transparent. You felt a little bit of anxiety curse though your body, but put on in nonetheless. Feeling entirely naked, you put the robe back on over the lingerie, and headed to the bedroom.

In an instant, you spotted Ransom sitting at his desk, scrolling through his phone. Once he noticed you, he pointed to the bed.

"Take that off and lay down"

Halfheartedly, you listened to him, and then padded over to the bed, wondering what you did wrong. You sat down and leaned back, watching him march up to you.

"Not like this" he said, effortlessly spinning you around to lay on your stomach. "Ass up"

Swallowing thickly, you arched your back and perched your ass up. "What's going on?" you questioned, already getting wet under his hungry stare.

"Shut up, baby" he whispered, groping your thighs and hips. "Stay like this, ok?"

You weren't going to object, but when you felt him distance himself from the bed and walk across the room, your curiosity got the best of you, "Why?"

"Told you something, pet" he threatened, "Keep that sweet little mouth of yours shut. You can do that, can't you?"

"Yeah, ok" you whined.

The anticipation was killing you. The tension between your legs was getting more and more difficult to ignore, and rubbing your thighs together proved futile. A powerful wave of eagerness washed over you when you heard Ransom walk over. You didn't even get to wonder what he was doing, before he slapped your ass hard. You gasped in surprise, but you didn't get a chance to react before he went again. Slap after slap, each growing in intensity against your sensitive skin.

The only thing that interrupted your whines were a few soft moans, as you kicked your legs and squirmed under him, "Fuck-"

"Does it hurt?" Ransom asked, spanking your ass one more time.

"Yes" you cried.

"Good, baby" he hummed, rubbing your inflamed skin. He wasn't as gentle as you wished, his touch burning all the way down to your bones. 

You tried to wiggle away, but he was quick to stop you, "Daddy's not finished with you yet. It has to hurt, ok? You need to be Daddy's good little slut and take it"

"I am" you nodded.

"What are you?" he asked, his smile audible in his tone.

"Daddy's good little slut" you repeated, your own words making the pain between your legs skyrocket.

"That's right, pet. That's why you're gonna take all that Daddy has to give you, even if it hurts, yeah? Daddy always knows better than you" Ransom said. 

You nodded again, bracing yourself for the impact. But it didn't come. Instead you felt him play with your ass, working strong, marron bruises into your skin. As you started to relax and get used to the feeling, he grabbed your underwear and pulled it down your thighs, leaving you completely exposed to him. "You love this, don't you, doll?"

"I do" you squealed, fisting the cotton bed sheets into your palms.

"Such a wet cunt for me" he said, tracing your opening with his pointer finger, "Practically begging for my cock, always fucking ready to be ruined"

You whined, the pressure he was applying only managing to drive you even crazier. "Please-"

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me"

"No, baby" Ransom chuckled, rubbing his hand over the curve of your ass, "Not tonight"

"But Daddy-" you began to protest, but your words were cut short by another spank, this one hitting differently.

With your skin already on fire, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to tears with every slap delivered. Unconsciously, you started to pull away from him, but that didn't stop him in any way. Ransom kept going until he felt you'd had enough, only then stopping. "Good girl" he spoke, leaning down to kiss the skin he had just abused, "You take it so well, baby. You're a gem"

"Thank you, daddy" you moaned, shuffling around the bed. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, but he stopped you again.

"On your knees, baby, c'mon" he commanded, pointing to the fluffy red carpet next to the bed. "Daddy deserves to have his cock sucked, doll, so get to it"

Without even thinking twice, you jumped off the bed and sunk to your knees, hands on his thighs as you looked up at him.

"Always so hungry for my cock" he shook his head, lacing his fingers through your hair, "I'm gonna record you, angel, but don't freak out. Just suck my dick like you do everyday, yeah?"

"Ok"

"And take that bra off, I wanna see your tits"

You obliged in an instant, heart beating out of your chest. When he pulled out his phone and pointed the camera down at your face, you gulped, but then nodded eagerly, big doe eyes trained up at him. Ransom didn't wait any longer before he shuffled out of his jeans, his massive, already hard cock springing out.

Although slightly anxious about having a phone pointed at you, you fought to not let it bother you. Rubbing your hands up and down his length a few times, you looked up at him, licking your lips.

"Open that whore mouth for me, yeah?" Ransom commanded.

As soon as you followed his order, he bent down, spitting on your tongue. With your eyes locked onto the camera, you swallowed and then opened your mouth again.

"Want more, huh?" he laughed, playing with your hair.

"Yes, please!"

"How about you throat my cock first, and then we'll see if you deserve it?"

Without even giving him any kind of approval, you went in, bringing the tip of his cock into your mouth. You sucked wholeheartedly, hollowing your cheeks around his massive member. Bopping your head up and down, you closed your eyes, enjoying the feel of his tip against your tongue. When you felt yourself prepared enough, you pushed yourself further along his cock, allowing it to brush past the back of your throat. Your gag reflex instantly kicked in, but you fought it, remaining in place. 

"That's right, angel-" Ransom grunted, gripping the roots at the top of your head into his hand.

Feeling your oxygen supply run low, you wanted to pull away, but he wasn't having it. He easily controlled your movements, pushing his cock even further down your throat.

"Angel-" he panted, as you struggled against his hold, "You were made to be face fucked"

You had your arms wrapped around his strong thighs, your manicured nails sinking into his skin, hoping you'd get his attention. It didn't work.

By the time he let you go, you had tears running down your cheeks, your mascara almost reaching your chin. You fell backwards, desperate for a breath of air.

"You look better with your makeup like this, love" Ransome laughed, wiping your tears with the back of his fingers, "Suits you"

After regaining your composure, you pushed yourself back up, getting ready to resume your work. However, Ransom had other ideas as he grabbed his member, slowly pumping it in his own hand.

"Tongue out, slut" he said.

You listened to him, and felt a rush of ecstasy course through you when he slapped his cock against your tongue and then your cheeks. His tip was already leaking precum, and you swallowed obediently every drop that landed inside your mouth.

"You want it back?" he asked, grinning.

"Yes"

"Balls first, baby"

Bracing yourself against his thighs, you leaned forward, connecting your lips to the soft skin of his balls. You sucked deeply, applying the kind of pressure you knew would drive him crazy. "Fuck, fuck, yes, come on-" he grunted, bucking his hips into you.

You were nowhere near done when he grabbed your hair again and manhandled you to take his cock down your throat. Your frame fell limply under his hold, as you forced yourself to relax and obey him for as long as you could.

"That’s right-" he moaned, "don't fight it. You know that's my favorite thing about you? The way you worship my dick, you fucking slut"

As he spoke, he forced you deeper down his cock. No matter how hard you tried to resist, you couldn't help but start to squirm around, trying to push him away.

"Don't be a fucking bitch, Y/n" Ransom huffed, keeping you in place, as your throat muscles constricted around his tip, "Just fucking take it"

With a fresh wave of tears streaming down your face, you slapped his thighs frantically, until he finally allowed you to breathe again.

"I'm so fucking close, baby" he grinned, as you panted your lungs away. "Look up at me, I wanna see those that dumb look in your eyes whenever you take my cock"

Mouth agape as you still worked on regulating your breathing, you looked up, right into the camera. "That's it! Yeah, that's my slut, I can see it in your eyes, baby"

If it were up to you, you would have waited more. But Ransom was having none of that. Instead, he grabbed your hair again, this time controlling your movements completely. He forced your mouth along his cock, bopping your head up and down until his hips started shaking and he couldn't take it anymore. Proud with yourself for getting through this without panicking, you leaned back and opened your mouth.

Ransom's grunts and pleasure filled moans filled the room, as his cum started shooting out of his cock. Little droplets ended up inside your mouth and on your lips, and maybe intentionally or by mistake, he shot a few pumps on your cheeks and in your hair. But you remained there, motionless, waiting for his next move.

With the phone still pointed at you, Random used his thumb to gather all the cum you had missed, before shoving his finger into your mouth.

"Always eager to suck on something, aren't you?"

You proudly nodded.

After that he threw his phone on the bed, and helped you up. He instantly went in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around your body to play with your ass while his tongue dominated yours. He owned you completely.

"Go run a bath, baby" Ransom said, slapping your ass, "I'll be right there"

"But.." you hesitated, "What about me?"

"What about you?" he asked, cluelessly.

"I didn't finish…"

"It's early, love" he smiled, kissing your forehead, "Let's take a bath now, and then daddy will take really good care of you, yeah?"

And he did. He kept his word. You jumped in the bathtub about 5 minutes later, settling between his legs. He held you in his arms, kissing all along the curve of your neck, playing with your breasts as he kept telling you about his plan to take over his grandfather's company.

Eventually, with you being your needy self, he had you straddle his hips, as he sunk his cock into your pussy. You went limp against his chest, your pussy every now and then clenching around him as he tickled your sides and played with your ass. When the water started to get cold, all it took for you to finish were a few simple rolls of your hips, Ransom following closely behind, much to your surprise. 

That night, he didn't ask you to cook anything for him, instead just ordering and sharing a pizza. As you waited for it to be delivered, Ransom ate your pussy into oblivion on the kitchen table, joking about how your cunt was the most delicious thing to ever touch that surface.

The following days went by similarly. He was always down to get dirty, but the one thing that was different now was his constant need to film you. With time you got perfectly comfortable with it, putting on a show for him with every chance you got. It was just a matter of time until you barely even noticed it.

One day, as you ran your usual errands, when you stopped by the bank, something caught your eye. You instantly requested the balance, and you almost dropped the piece of paper when you read the numbers. You paid the cashier a polite goodbye, and stormed out of the bank, your phone glued to your ear.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up!!" 

But he didn't.

You rushed home, palms sweaty against the steering wheel. God, you hoped it wasn't what it seemed. What troubled you the most, was that you weren’t even 100% mad. There was some other kind of emotion there, but you pushed it aside. As soon as you reached your house, you stormed inside, bursting into Ransom's office without bothering to knock first. 

And this time, you caught it. For a split second, you managed to see the video open on his computer, before he switched the tab back to Spider Solitaire. 

"You fucking asshole!" you yelled, slamming the piece of paper against his chest, "You sick fuck! You thought I wouldn't notice?"

"Come on, baby" Ransom chuckled, way too relaxed for how enraged you were. He spun his chair around to face you, extending his hand to grab yours, "Relax, I only-"

"You only what?" you interrupted him, "Sold my nudes? Are you insane?"

"Don't talk to me like that-" he threatened, leaning his head to the side, "You know I don't appreciate it"

"And I don't apreciate you posting my sex tapes on the Internet!"

He grinned, "That’s not the same thing"

"Yeah!" you scoffed, throwing your arms into the air, "What you did is so much worse!"

"Careful there, baby" he shook his head.

You wanted to protest again, but he stood up. Ransom took a menacing step towards you, towering over your small frame, the fire in your attitude instantly dying down.

"You don't get to talk to me like that-" he whispered, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip, "But I'll let it slide this time, doll, because that's exactly why I didn't tell you earlier. Wanted to see you panick a bit"

"Ransom…" you whined, "You should've asked"

He shook his head no, "You know I never ask, I just take. You should've considered this when you decided to be mine"

"I would have been into it, but I still wished you had told me" you said softly, too shy now to even look into his eyes.

"We talked about this, you're mine, I make the calls, not you"

"I know, Ransom, but-" you whined, but he grabbed your cheeks between his hands and stopped you.

"But what?"

You blinked a few times, "But nothing, I'm sorry I yelled, you're right"

"Of course I am" he chuckled, kissing your forehead, "See what happens when you worry, baby? Just be a good little girl and do what you're told without whining and bitching around, and everyone will be happy. We don't have to fight if you listen to me"

"I love you" you pouted, pressing yourself against his chest.

"Love you too, pet" he responded, slapping your ass a few times. 

As things finally calmed down, you decided to go change and then return to Ransom's office so he could show you how the page was doing. Just when you were about to walk out the door, he called after you. "Oh, and Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Love, some of the ideas I've gotten over the past few days where actually requests from our subscribers. Today will be fine, nothing new, but tomorrow we have a threesome. Some dude, Lee Bodecker, handsome guy, make yourself pretty, you'll love him!"

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Soft

Hi, i was sad all day so i wrote this to cheer myself up lmao, please enjoy people :) This is really soft lol, don‘t expect hardcore shit

Warning: 18+

Right, lets go

---

It‘s been about two weeks since you and Remus have had a moment for yourselves. Everytime you decided to make time for each other something came up or he wasn‘t feeling well because of the moon. Both of you were angry and stressed and moody, because you wanted each other so bad, but the universe just seemed to be against the idea.

„I don‘t want to fight with you right now!“, Remus let out, voice loud, proving that he in fact did want to fight.

„Why are you yelling then?“ Your tone matched his, your mood quickly turning sour.

„I‘m not bloody yellin, you‘re jus‘ being a sensitive wuss. Fuckin‘ hell.“ He whispered the last part as fingers pressed against his closed eyes. He had fucked up.

Your jaw dropped, a disbelieving laugh escaping you. „A wuss!? You must be bloody joking right now! You utter ass, Remus Lupin!“

He groaned with annoyance, aggressively packing his bag as he made his way out of the common room. Stopping midway he turned around sharply and said in an overly cheery voice, „Whenever you decide to stop being a snotty brat, come find me!“ Bowing he gave you a mocking smile, not staying long enough to witness you giving him the finger. He did have an idea what you did though, hearing the others gasp as they watched the whole ordeal.

„What a prat“, Mary said, plopping down on your side as Lily took your other.

Lily rubbed your arm soothingly. „Hey, don‘t worry. Every couple fights and with the amount of stress weighting on us it was bound to happen...“

You let out a breath and leaned back against the couch. „I know he didn‘t mean it, but god-“ Your voice cut off, choking slightly as you tried to calm yourself. „I miss him and he‘s acting like I‘m being clingy. We haven‘t kissed in three days!“

Mary let out a sympathetic sigh, taking your hand. „I‘m sorry, I know it sucks. But I‘m sure that he misses you just as much. This is Remus we‘re talking about, the bloke never shows his emotions.“

„I agree“, Lily joined in, „besides James has been telling me that Remus has been shitty to them as well. It‘s not your fault, he just doesn‘t cope in a healthy way.“

Now you felt bad for riling him up. Remus must have been feeling really down lately for him to react like he did minutes ago. Of course he misses you goddamn it, the boy can‘t sleep through a single night if your aren‘t there.

„Merlin girls I feel so bad now. I need to make it alright again. I never even asked him how he‘s feeling..“

Mary smirked suddenly, giving you a pointed glance. „I mean...You did say that you needed some alone time..“

You smirked back, albeit blushing a little, and told her to continue.

„There is this muggle clothing brand Lily told me about...“

„Victorias Secret“ Lily offered, now smiling as well.

„Exactly! We should check it out. Besides our dorm will be empty tonight, we‘re planning to sneak out and stay with the girls from Ravenclaw.“

„I love where this is going“, you beamed, „Let‘s get going, I need sexy lingerie.“

---

The girls were bickering about what color suited your skin best, when you zoned put a little, remembering a conversation you had with Remus before youe started dating.

„I really like your sweater. Where‘d you get it?“

You smiled at Remus, thanking him. „Got it from a second hand shop in London. I just couldn‘t resist the color.“

Remus smiled back. „Yeah, emerald green is my favorite color. I‘d kill to have something in that color“, he joked.

You giggled, giving him a shy smile. „Well, maybe you will.“

Beaming you swirled around, grabbing their shoulders to get their attention. With a handful of underwear in their hands they turned around, raising their brows simultaneously.

„Girls, I remember his favorite color! It‘s emerald!“

It took you another hour to finally find the shade of emerald you were looking for and when you did you squealed with joy.

„It‘s perfect!“, you gasped. „Oh my god, he‘s going to love it! It looks just like my sweater!“

The girls grinned at your happiness, immediately pushing you towards the cash desk.

God, Remus is gonna love it.

---

You let out a breath, finally sitting down.

Lily emerged from the bathroom. „Alright, lets check. Bed clean?“

„Check.“

„Shower and lotion?“

„Check.“

„Washed the underwear?“

„Check.“

„Good. That should be all then. Mary and I are leaving now, if you want any snacks there are some in my trunk. Just take whatever.“

You hugged them gratefully. „Thank you girls, I love you.“

„We love you too. Have fun!“

Mary peaked her head through and laughingly let out a „Don‘t break the bed like last time!“ before Lily pulled her away.

You fondly shook your head and glanced at your bed where the pieces were laid out. It was a beautiful emerald lacy set, with a bra and panties with attached garter belts. James and Sirius had promised to send Remus up, so now it was time to wait. Putting the underwear on you lit some candles, fluffing your bed. Just as you slipped one of Remus‘ old shirts over your head the door opened, revealing your boyfriend. He shuffled inside, simply dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black sweater, closing the door. Neither of you said anything for a few seconds, stranglely nervous.

„I‘m sorry-“

„I shouldn‘t have-“

You cut each other off trying to speak at the same time. You flushed as Remus chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Remus finally walked towards you to pull you in, his hands gripping your waist tight. You put your face in his neck to breathe in his familiar scent. Books and chocolate and safe and warm. He smelled like eveything you love.

„I‘m sorry I never asked how you‘re doing. You never let it show and I forgot that even if you‘re my rock, you‘re human. You have the right to be overwhelmed Remus...“

He pressed a kiss on your crown, muttering in a soft tone. „I know, I‘m working on the communication part. I‘m sorry too, love.“

You pulled back, your chin resting ln his chest amd you gave him a coy smile. He raised his brow, smirking.

„I have something for you“, you drawled, pushing him on your bed to stand between his legs, „but you need to unpack it.“

Remus tilted his head to look at you, his gaze questioning.

„Take my shirt off.“

His lips parted and you could see the anticipation in his eyes. Slowly he glided his hands up your bare legs to grip the shirt, holding your intense gaze he pulled it up, groaning softly when he saw the garter belt peaking out. You let him pull the material over your head, your hair falling onto your shoulders.

He let out a breathless laugh.

„You look stunning.“

A kiss on your sternum.

„The most beautiful person in the world.“

A kiss on your belly.

„So fucking perfect.“

A kiss on the hem of your panties. Another on your hipbones. The last ones on the tops of your thighs.

You tugged at his hair to make him look at you. Bending down at the knees you kissed his mouth. He looked up at you with pure adoration, as if he was looking at a goddess.

„Remus“, you called his name softly, „Will you let me fuck you tonighg?“

He closed his eyes groaning. „Anything“, he breathed.

You smiled softly. „Take of your clothes and lay on the bed.“

He complied immediately, taking his clothes off and rested on the bed. You straddled his waist, his hands coming up to rest on your thighs, his fingers playing with the garter belts. Remus is usually very dominant in bed, throwing you around and making you take him. But in times like this, where he lets you take the wheel, you know that you have to treat him very gently.

You leaned down, brushing your lips against his. He parted his mouth with a single breath and you connected your lips. Moaning, his arms snaked around your waist to pull you closer and he kissed you deeper. Your tongue licked at his bottom lip and he opened his mouth to let you in. Dominating the kiss, you bit his lip teasingly.

„Love, please I need you.“

You shushed him, kissing his jaw and chin, sucking on his neck. Your lips brushed against his chest, lips locking around his nipples, licking and bruising them. Moving further down his body, you sucked at his hipbones, your nose brushing against his happy trail. He bucked his hips moaning your name.

You wrapped your lips around the tip and massaged him with your tongue, tasting the precum. You hummed softly and he hissed, hands stroking your hair and he parted his legs a little. Your hand tugged on his heavy balls, your mouth taking him deeper.

„Fuck baby, yes!“

You sucked hard and he whimpered, hand tightening in your hair. Your tongue played with the vein on the side of his cock, making him twitch inside of your mouth.

„If you ah don‘t stop-“

He choked on his words and you pulled off, wanting him inside of you when he came.

„How do you want me?“, you whispered softly as you moved to take off your panties.

„On your back, wanna see your face...“

You laid down and he sat there for a second, admiring your beauty. The way your hair sprawled around you, the swell of your breasts in the emerald bra, your soft skin and parted lips.

He placed himself between your legs, hands on either side of your face. Remus‘ cock brushed against your slit, slowly sliding in and you let out a breath against his lips.

He groaned, holding your gaze and pushed inside, a vulnerable glint in his usually guarded eyes. You pulled him closer, his chest brushing yours and looped your legs around the back of his hamstrings. He was going in deep and slow strokes, just wanting to feel close to you. Hitting the spot inside of you, you let out a broken whine, pushing youe hips up to meet his thrusts. He went faster, still a tender look in his eyes and his other hand rubbed your clit.

You gasped at the contact and whimpered. Tightening around him, you mewled „Remus m‘gonna cum-“

„Cum love, fuck“

You came at the same time, looking at each other lovingly as he kissed you. His hot seed spilled deep inside of you and you smiled breathless.

„I love you so much“, Remus whispered, kissing all over your face.

„I love you too.“

[twerkinwithhazza]

Pumpkin Seeds

Author’s Note: UH OHHH BACK AGAIN. I’m back yall finally off hiatus all because my phone is broken LOL. Anywho tumblr is a totally different place and most of my mutuals are adulting now. I would love new tumblr friends and I’m gonna try to continue this writing stuff but I’m busy with adult things now lol and it really depends on if you guys like what you see. Please excuse my rustiness this my first imagine in years... literally. I’ll get better with time. This was also slightly edited but I know there bound to be some mistakes. Anyways watch the Golden music video for clear skin and I hope you guys enjoy!  I think it's so adorable that whoever requested this thought this request wouldn't speak to me lol ! It definitely did because this went from a blurb to a full blown imagine.

psst you can read my other work here!

Warnings: smut smut smut and more smut and possible shitty writing, dirty talk, light choking, and some cursing.

Glossary: (y/c/n)= your cousins name + (y/m/n)= your mothers name

Request: hi!!!! if you are wrtiting for Harry please can you do one where missus and Harry are at a family party and have a quickie in the bathroom? don’t worry if it’s not speaking to you lol xxx

Normally you and your husband loved spending time with your families. Harry was always playing a balancing act between filming music videos, doing interviews, writing sessions, and an occasional date night in the house that always involved a Postmates order from your favorite restaurants and the two of you binge-watching Netflix on shuffle. As much as the both of you enjoyed stuffing your face with poke bowls from Poke Papa and watching True Crime stories, it wasn’t exactly romantic or fulfilling for the both of you, just enough to hold you over until his schedule clears up. So when Harry finally got a weekend off, you guys were ecstatic! You spent the week cleaning the house and meal prepping so no Postmates would be needed and Harry used his free time in between interviews for shopping for special toys and pretty lingerie he wanted to see you model for him. Flirty text messages were sent back and forth during small work breaks about your plans for the weekend and now all the two of you had to do was make it Saturday.

You’re not gonna like this...

The 5 words that destroyed you and Harry’s weekend plans. Anne called while you were organizing your closet and announced that her and Gemma, along with your parents and favorite cousins were coming to town to spend time with the two of you. You tried to convince her that maybe a small dinner party at that new fancy restaurant downtown would be a perfect spot for a get together but she was adamant about coming over to cook the two of you a homecooked meal. Breaking the news to Harry was the worst part, he was clearly devastated (you swore you saw the man shed a few tears). Now here you were stuffing your mouth with Anne’s famous juicy cooked duck instead of your husband's juicy di...

“(Y/N) can you pass me the mashed potatoes”

Your dad’s strong yet muffled voice interrupted your train of thought and broke you out of your horny trance as he chowed down on his meal. Pushing the dish over in your dad's direction allowed you the chance to look around and take a glance at Harry who was making small talk with one of your favorite cousins. He was wearing a black button-down shirt, of course with a few buttons loose, and his cross necklace bounced on his chest as he laughed at your cousin's crazy work stories. You focused on his fingers, his infamous rings adorned his hands, you noted that they were slightly damp from eating and the condensation on his glass cup. As you were drinking in his appearance a small damp spot was forming in your panties but given that there were too many eyewitnesses including, yours and his parents so you chose to just clamp your thighs shut and stuff your mouth with more mashed potatoes. 

Harry deserved his credit as a husband. Despite his calm demeanor, he was very well aware of your little ordeal yet still managed to give interview advice to (y/c/n) and compliment your mom’s cocktail mix. He was quite amused by how increasingly frustrated you were becoming. He noted your concentrated face as you munched harshly on a string bean, hands clenching onto the fork for dear life. He decided to do a little temperature check to truly see how far gone you were.

“So what are we thinking for dessert pecan pie or crumble cake ?”, Harry questioned as he stuck his fork in his mouth, pulling it out again once all the gravy was licked clean. Your eyes finally met and you can tell that he was tossing the ball in your court, it was your job to show him how you wanted the game to be played.

“Mmm I don’t know I guess I’ll have some pecan pie but I really wish I had some pumpkin seeds”, you flatly said as you finished sipping your wine, maintaining full eye contact with him.

Pumpkin seeds. You and Harry were “outside of the box” thinkers, you had to be with his life as a celebrity not exactly pairing well with your shared sexual fantasies. You had code words to indicate to each other when you were craving the other one's touch, but you knew that using the same words around friends, family, and other public figures for too long would possibly cause some suspicion. So your code words changed with the seasons, literally. When the leaves started turning that classic golden yellow and auburn, your code words changed thus came the use of the word Pumpkin Seeds.

Gemma and your mom shared a glance, raising their eyebrows in collective confusion.

“Pumpkin seeds.. For dessert ?” Gemma finally burst out., both of your mothers soft laughter followed in the background.

“Heyyy” ,Harry pouted as he bopped Gemma on the nose with some gravy ,“ I have you know Pumpkin Seeds are one of our favorite midnight snacks”. 

“Gross“, Gemma stuck out her tongue and wiped her nose. You couldn't tell whether she was referring to the gravy on her nose, your choice of midnight snacks, Harry’s smug statement followed by a wink at you, or a combination of all three.

“Well we can be concerned with dessert once we break out the baby pictures, I’ve been dying to see the infamous skinny dipping picture (y/m/n) has been telling me about”. Anne clapped her hands together and hopped out of her seat heading to the kitchen. Your mother followed behind but not before instructing you to head up to the attic to retrieve the pictures. You glanced at Harry but he seemed occupied cleaning up the dinner plates with your dad. You let out a frustrated huff and made your way up to the attic to grab the photo albums. 

As you shuffled through old boxes holding Harry’s old tour outfits and your little knickknacks from your travels, you heard the attic door open.

“Pumpkin seeds huh?”, Harry lightly chuckled letting the attic door close and leaning against the door frame. 

You refused to make eye contact with him, continuing to shuffle through the bins locating a few photo albums as you went , “It was only a matter of time Harry and you know it. Our weekend got stolen and we haven’t... ya know in like two weeks. So, yes Harry I want some damn pumpkin seeds.”

You let out a huff. You didn’t mean to come off so sassy and aggressive but you were frustrated… sexually. Your cousin was getting more Harry time in the 3 hour family dinner than you had gotten in the past two weeks. You stacked the photo albums gently on top of each other and cradled them in your arms, finally turning to face your husband but you didn't have to look very far. Harry had closed that gap between the two of you, gripping your face and making you look up at him causing you to drop the albums in shock. 

“Well let’s get you your pumpkin seeds then”

That’s all it took and sparks turned into a flame, you and Harry’s bodies connected and a feverish makeout session broke out. You both were so hungry for each other after weeks of neglects and it just felt so damn good to finally connect. Harry’s wet kisses were making their way down your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. You knew he was getting into it and normally you would be completely here for it if your kitchen wasn’t flooded with family members waiting to laugh at your baby pictures.

“Baby.. we… fuckkkkk”, You moaned out as Harry popped one of your nipples out of his mouth before moving to nip on the next one. “Baby we can’t your mom is downstairs… we have to go”, you finally let out and glanced down at your husband as pinched your nipples between his finger tips. “When has that ever stopped us”, he slyly laughs. In one swift motion, he turned you around pulling your back into his chest pulling down your skirt. You couldn’t even get words of protest out, Harry had his hands wrapped around your neck and was already freeing himself from his pants and boxers. He pulled your panties to the side and let out a hiss as he watched a string of your arousal stretch from your dripping flower to his fingers.

“Baby please just do something”, you huffed out a soft moan as you waited in anticipation. The grip around your throat tightened as he entered you, both of you letting out a sigh of relief. Harry completely bottomed out inside of you, touching that special spot that only he could. Your walls clenched around him, holding him in snug almost as if your pussy was begging him not to leave. Normally the two you were very vocal during sex from dirty talk to his loud moans and your even louder cries of pleasure. However you both knew that wasn’t possible right now and kept your moans down as much as you could. Harry was not making it easy though and the noise coming from the two of your bodies colliding were basty in the best ways possible. With every thrust of Harry’s hip you could hear your wetness coating Harry dick and as Harry picked up the speed his balls roughly tapped on your clit, only adding to your pleasure. You could barely form thoughts let alone sentence, Harry was literally fucking you silly and using your G-Spot as punching bag for his dick, The sounds and the pleasure were clearly getting to Harry as well, the grip he had on your hips grew tighter and his eyes were squeezed shut. 

“Bloody fucking hell you’re so tight around me, can’t even take it”, he groans and throws his head back as he roughly draws your hips into his. It didn’t even feel like it was possible but Harry picked up the speed of his thrust continuing the assault on your poor needy pussy even further. The pleasure was all too much and that oh so familiar feeling hit the pit of your stomach and you were starting to lose your composure. Your moans were getting increasingly louder and your grip on Harry was growing tighter. Harry knew his wife and he knew your dam was getting closer and closer to breaking and he was determined to get you there. He placed a hand over your mouth and moved his other hands down to your clit rubbing it in slow circles. “ Look at you” he cooed cockily, “Taking me so fucking well like a good girl should. Barely let out a scream ‘cus you don’t want your parents to hear how much of a cock whore you are”. He knew you wouldn’t last long with the way he was talking to you and he was absolutely correct because his words were driving you insane. As the pressure was continued building up in your stomach, you felt the telling twitch in Harry’s dick that let you know he was approaching his end too.

“Gonna give me what I want uh? Gonna cum all over my cock and let me cum in that tight little pussy of yours. You gotta hold it in.. don’t want to leave any drops for our guest to find huh? Gonna be a good girl and hold all my cum in you?”, Harry grunted into your ear as you whimpered against his hands. You were seeing stars and feeling butterflies in the pit of your stomach and you knew it was only a matter of time before you both came undone.” Oh baby”, you whined and your head fell down as the pressure from your stomach finally was released as your orgasm spilled out all over Harry’s dick and thighs. The gushing feeling from your orgasm and your weak whimpers and cries drove Harry overboard, burying his face in your neck and his roughly groaning as he released inside of you. The two of you stayed connected for a bit, thighs stuck together thanks to your shared orgasm with Harry’s arm wrapped around your waist supporting both of your weights up as you composed yourselves. When he finally pulled out of you, you kept every drop he gave you tucked inside your tight walls just as promised. 

“So those Pumpkin Seeds huh”