#it wont leave my head now so im putting it here

[phagodyke]

7hrs into my work day lets play a fun game of how much overtime will they make me do 🥰

[tommygotwrittenoff]

i need eddie to get another guy friend in season 8, and buck loses his shit about it (again), so he breaks up with t because he's convinced that the weird feeling he gets when he sees them together is because he is Really attracted to the new guy.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[yume-no-miya]

look i love making sae be the one who's so in love and showering hajun with so much love and affection but it's much more fun to think that HE fell harder than her

[luvyeni]

ONE MORE BEFORE YOU GO ♱. ── ( 엔하이픈 )

trying to get them to stay and go another round …

𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( 엔하이픈 x fem!reader )   ─── ❛ genre ⸝⸝ smut. content warning. allusions to sex , cursing word count. 0.8k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library  !

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ i was so confused on how to write this , idky

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 정원 : jungwon﹚ .ᐟ

“that pouty face isn’t gonna work this time.” he said looking down at your pouty face , you were wrapped up in nothing but a sheet. “it worked last time.” you purred , purposely letting the blanket fall. “fuck , you’re really pushing your luck.” he looked at the time — he was gonna be only 5 minutes late if he left right now. “why worry about the time when you can just stay here.” he chuckled. “stay here , and what fuck you all day?” you shrug, you perfect mounds on display. “doesn’t seem like a bad idea to me.”

“you’re insatiable.” he said ; the entire time he’s slowly losing jus mind. “you know you want to.” you said , he checked the time once more — he’ll be 10 minutes late if he leaves now… but he won’t be late at all if he just doesn’t go , plus he’ll be able to feel you all over again. “i promise this is the last time this will ever happen.” he said kissing your lips. “let’s see how wet you are for me.”

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 희승 : heeseung ﹚ .ᐟ

hearing you whine for the 10th time as he put his clothes on makes him laugh. “glad to know my suffering brings you happiness and entertainment.” you roll around in the bed , barely clothed , normal that would be enough for heeseung; but he was already 30 minutes late to practice. “im laughing because you’re just too cute baby , whine and throwing a tantrum because i wont fuck you again , even though i just made you cum three times.”

“but im still horny.” you said sitting up on your knees. “please , just once more.” you pouted. “and then you’re free to go.” you said , pulling at his belt loop. “you’re crazy.” he said , his lips barely brushing against yours. “for you yes.” he giggled , time long forgotten. “you what baby fuck it , lay back.” he said , hovering above you. “i can’t leave my girl all needy and this wet for me can i , what kinda boyfriend would i be?”

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 제이 : jay ﹚ .ᐟ

sighing as you rub his shoulders; he knows what you’re trying to do. “what if you’re just 20 minutes late?” you purr into his ear. “what can it hurt?” you kissed behind his ear — you were gonna kill him in the best possible way. “because 20 minutes will turn into a hour messing around with you princess , the boys are already blowing my phone like crazy and — fuck.” he threw his head back as you kissed his neck some more. “please.” your hands working on his chest. “you know you want to.”

he couldn’t hold back anymore; turning around , hovering above you. “you’re so spoiled baby.” he said , wrapping your legs around his waist. “it’s all your fault.” you bit back playfully. “yeah?” he smirked , bring his thumb to your bottom lip. “let me take full responsibility then , fuck you the way you should be.”

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 제이크 : jake﹚ .ᐟ

he literally has to fight himself internally to get out of the bed and leave you every morning even when you don’t have mind blowing morning sex , but it’s 100x times harder leaving out the door when you’re still begging for another round. “baby.” he whined. “i can’t i'm already late.” keep in mind he’s still hard himself and your begging isn’t doing him any good. “please jake , i need you so much.” he really needs to leave , his phone has already been blowing up.

he falls for it everytime ; the ole ‘just a kiss before you go.’ bending down to kiss you ; only for him to deepen the kiss , he can’t help it , he just loves kissing you ; it gets him all worked up. “fuck you do this all the time.” he moaned against your neck. “jake please fuck me.” you moaned… safe to say jake showed up to practice an hour late that day.

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 성훈 : sunghoon ﹚ .ᐟ

his shirt isn’t even buttoned up; as he rushes to put his pants and shoes on. “shit im so fucking late right now.” you on the other hand; you’re up and on one already. “see so it doesn’t matter; you’re already late.” you said , he stared at you , you were the reason he was late now , you looked so good in the morning he couldn’t help himself. “we’ve been at it since early this morning , im not sure how im gonna stay awake during practice.” he said. “how are you still so fucking needy.”

“because you look good.” you smiled with a look anything but innocent. “how about you stay home then?” he scoffed. “of course you’d say that.” he said , yet he’s the one kicking his shoes off , crawling back in bed. “are you gonna call the guys and tell them you were being such a needy slut for me today that’s why i didn’t show up?” you nodded. “if you stay in this bed and fuck me all day then i’ll tell them anything.” knowing sunghoon he’s gonna definitely hold you to it.

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 선우 : sunoo ﹚ .ᐟ

“sorry my love.” he said quickly trying to get ready while you persuade him to stay behind. “but i can’t stay any longer.” you looked so good laying in bed , but sunoo was already so late. “why.” you pouted. “i miss you already.” you said. “what about one more round , then i guess you can go and leave me here to die.” he shook his head at how dramatic you were being , but alas he couldn’t tell you no , even if jungwon was currently blowing his phone up.

“just one more okay.” he crawled back into bed with you. “then i really have to go my love.” he kissed both sides of your cheeks. “so pretty.” he whispered , grinding his lower region against yours. “how can i ever say no to you.”

©️LUVYENI

[islandheartprincess]

into the new years ✧ r.c oneshot

summary: rafe is yours, he just doesn't know it. ˖⁠♡*⁠.⁠✧

pairing: rafe cameron x obsessed and HOT reader

c!w: swearing, no smut, only kissing rlly, reader leaves rafe wanting more, rafe is mesmerized

a/n: happy new years! here's a one shot to open into 2025 ♡

with new years coming up, there was only one person you could dream of entering the new year with. rafe cameron, kook prince.

everyone would be attending the annual new year's party at your college, including your special someone. it was a good opportunity to get out the house, get drunk with your friends, have fun. you even dressed up for rafe, for gods sake.

putting on a tight top and the shortest skirt you could find, just hoping he would even glance at you once. you should've felt a little shame, at least, but you really had forgotten all of your dignity when it came to rafe Cameron.

you had kept your eye on rafe the whole night, feeling your heart break a little everytime you saw him conversing with a girl, already imagining the flirty remarks he gave them. you had to remind yourself that he barely knew you, and he's basically been with every girl on the island.

you could've cared less though, he was yours, despite him not knowing it. the other girls you saw, putting their hands on his biceps, giggling at his slightest comments, they didn't like him how you did.

sliding away from your friends, you watched rafe through the crowd, music blasting loud into your ears. he found himself at the makeshift bar, getting another drink. that was your signal. you pushed your way through the crowd and made your way to get a drink. whilst pouring your drink, someone bumped you, causing you to spill your drink on the floor and thankfully not on yourself.

when you turned your head, you felt your stomach flip when your eyes landed on him. rafe. "shiittt, my bad," he drunkenly said, before looking at you. letting out a whistle, he signaled for someone to clean up the mess before returning his attention back to you. he eyed you up and down, letting his gaze linger on your chest for a little while longer.

"that's okay" you smiled at him, fluttering your lashes and placing your hand onto his arm. "have I met you before?" he said to you, inching closer.

"i don't think so?" you responded, letting your lips pout a little while your eyes had a look of innocence, yet still remaining seductive.

"mmmm, would've remembered a gorgeous face like yours." you knew he was drunk, but his flirtatious comments still made your heart beat. "well, now you wont forget it, im y/n"

he licked his lips, you were perfect. "names rafe. really wanna get to know you better, princess." that was all it took before you grabbed his wrist, pulling him into an empty hallway.

you pushed his back against the wall, his hands not knowing where to even start. he gripped your waist, as you began kissing his jaw. his lips ghosted the shell of your ear, "fuck you're hot" you felt his hot breath against your neck, trailing up and kissing him harshly on the mouth.

you kissed with passion, not knowing how long you'd been waiting for this. it was sloppy, given how drunk he'd been and how desperate you were. his tongue slipped into your mouth needily licking at you.

rafe's hands dropped down to your ass, squeezing you as you continued making out with him. finally, you pulled away, letting out a heavy breath. looking up, you saw rafe looking at you with desperation in his eyes, he needed you, more.

it was cute, really, how pathetic he looked. i mean, you couldn't just leave him like that, right? so, you planted a kiss on his cheek, leaving him with nothing but a wink. swaying your hips, as the crowd next to you cheered, counting down into the new year.

he watched you walk away, but instead of feeling angry, he was just hypnotized. who were you and why did he need you so bad?leaving him in his drunk, and needy state only made his want for you worse.

you were his mystery girl, and he definitely wasn't forgetting you after that.

[thepinkjupiter]

going into the void (accepting i am afraid)

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yesterday, i had found this amazing page ( @luckykiwiii101 ) that's posts really helped me in kind of realizing the void is so easy to get into/become ~

this morning, i decided to try distracting myself while getting into the void, by imagining whatever popped into my head (i don't remember what i was picturing, because i was too zoned out) and i caught myself entering the void, but, here comes the second part of the post, something that i have not been admitting to myself:

FEAR

i have been denying myself the ability to actually shift and get into the void, because deep down, im scared for everything to change. i have spent 16 years in this reality and, even though i hate it, its what im used to, so its hard to actually get myself to leave.

when i caught myself, knowing it was working, i sat up and made excuses like "oh, ill just do it when i go to bed" or "ill do it after dance class"

and it really made me realize, i am the only reason none of the things i do is working. i am the one who is putting off actually trying, because im scared of change, even though i so desperately want to leave this reality.

so, what am i going to do about that? now that i have accepted it, i can let my fear go, because i know that i truly want to be in the void, want to shift, and that everything will work out for me, because i let it.

tonight is the night, and just typing that is giving me anxiety because i know it truly is, but there is also a part of me who is scared that i will fail..but i wont, because i know that if i just let myself, i will enter the void.

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[agnesafterhours]

trophy | lee know. smut.

As team captain, your boyfriend has his priorities straight. Minho doesn't take neither his training nor role lightly, and, sometimes, you like to tap into this inflexible side of his. (3.7k words)

CONTENT: smut, dom!minho but he's more persuasive than physically controlling, brat!reader, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, slight degradation kink. minors and empty blogs do not interact.

© all rights reserved. i do not allow reposting and/or translations of my work.

You shouldn't get under Minho's skin when he's training, you know that. The hurried whispers of his teammates leaving the field after matches told you this much. But still, it feels a bit unfair of him to make you sit here, after a whole game, having to watch as he leads his team through a “just, like, thirty minutes?” practice. Although annoyed, you understand why he's so hung up on practicing as much as possible—winning this game meant going to the finals, after all. You knew how much this meant to Minho, so you tried your best to be patient whilst sitting on the bleachers.  

Even though you're in a bit of a hurry to get him home, watching Minho play earlier makes it hard to deny that the field is his element, leading the team is his calling. You were completely stunned as you watched your boyfriend play—this being the first game of his you saw which you were actually rooting for his team. It was a bit of a rascal when the team captain introduced the cheerleader of their rivalling team as his girlfriend, but his mates eventually got over it. 

Your relationship with Minho was fun. You were together for a couple months and the freshness and excitement of it all never failed to make your skin tingle each time he looked at you in a certain way. Like the look he's giving you right now—chin up, eyes down, head slightly tilted.  

“I told you to wait.” His uniform's shoulder pads make him look even more intimidating, the bright spotlights behind him turning the white material almost blinding—his shadow casting on you. 

“I have been waiting! It's been like an hour, Min! And you said you'd take thirty minutes…” You hope a slight pout would help your case and soften his heart, but he simply turns his focus to the field for a moment, before looking back at you. Minho takes a few steps closer.  

“What’re you so eager to go home for?” He asks, voice a bit quieter. There's no need to speak this lowly when he's so close, especially when his teammates are so far away and everyone else has gone home by now—but you'll take advantage of whatever you can get from him. Even if it's just the feeling of his eyes on you. 

You look away, arms crossing under your chest as he smirks.  

“What? Cat got your tongue so early on, baby? Speak up.” 

“I'll tell you when we get in the car.” 

His eyebrows furrow. “I don't wanna wait ‘til we get in the car.” 

“Well, then maybe you should hurry.” You turn around, eyes lingering on him for a moment before you make your way to the parking lot. 

Your nerves make you jump a little when you hear Minho shout to his team they're wrapping up the practice—the parking lot getting darker and darker with the distance you put between yourself and the field's spotlights, a cool breeze awakening shivers up your arms as the night hugged you tighter and tighter. You (and the butterflies on your stomach) wouldn't settle until you felt Minho's presence. But you don't wait for him to catch up to you. You don't look back. 

The few minutes you sit in the car feel like hours, your phone's screen lighting up with a notification from your boyfriend finally seizing the constant checkups of your hair and gloss. 

min🖤: locker room  

You: why  im waiting for u  in the car 

min🖤: locker room:)  im waiting  

You: ive been waiting for longer  what if i just dont go 

You slam the car door shut, making a bee line to his location. 

min🖤: if you dont come you wont get what you want when we get home 

You: whatever 

The building's back door shuts loudly behind you.  

min🖤:  if you dont come ur gonna have made me end practice for nothing  

You: idc  ur already mad anyway  

You reach the locker room and as soon as your hand turns the door handle, you feel two hands on your hips pressing your back to the cold metal. 

Minho's tongue is in your mouth before you can even notice he kissed you, the cold air seeping through the open windows contrasting his warm palms on your skin. You're covered in shivers as he controls the kiss—one palm running up your chest to your neck until he reaches the back of your head, tilting it as he pleases.  

“Not mad enough to use numbing cream on you.” The bottle sits menacingly on the wooden bench. He spreads your legs with his thigh, pressing against your core. “So don't push me.” 

You're completely helpless, hands grabbing fistfuls of his uniform as he lightly pulls the hair on your nape every now and again—his mouth latching desperately onto yours. The room is dark, the campus so empty it almost feels like you're in a different dimension, completely by yourselves. Air fills your lungs for the first time in a while—you didn't realize you were that breathless until gasps fill the room as he kisses your neck. 

“I didn't even do anything.” He leaves a harsh bite at your words, sucking on the bruise a moment after. “Ah- I just wanted to congratulate you for winning-” 

“If you wanted to congratulate me”, his voice drips with sarcasm, “you would've sat there and wait for me to finish practice.” Minho hastily pulls the front of your tank top above your chest, not bothering to fully strip you out of it before his hand reaches under your bra, massaging your breast. “You would've been patient until I had the time to bring my pretty little trophy home, hm?” 

Air hitches in your throat when he rips your bra open, the cloth falling to the floor. You struggle through heavy breathing to talk back as he licks his thumb and brings it to your nipple. “I'm not just some trophy.” 

“You're not? What are you, then?” His lips leave your neck so he can look you in the eye, finally allowing to rest for a bit. You don't like the distance. 

You lean your head forward, chasing his smirking lips as he pushes you back against the lockers—the shuffling metal sounds strident in the dead quiet. Minho tilts his head back a bit, rejecting your kiss. “You didn't answer me.” 

“Because I wanna fucking kiss you!” You whine through gritted teeth, leaning towards him one more time. 

The grip he has on your hair stops you once again, but this time, he gets so close his lips touch yours when he whispers. “Tell me what you are, baby. ‘Cause sometimes you act like you're just a desperate little hole for me to fill." 

Minho's dilated pupils stare right into your soul. Your eyes shake but you don't look away. “I'm your fucking girlfriend. It's not my fault you're not good enough of a fuck that I'm never satisfied.” 

You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth.  

You see, Minho wasn't the type to growl his demands and manhandle you into whatever position he wants—he always tries reasoning with you. He lets you know what it is he would like to do, and if you don't comply, he'd show you why that was the best option for you in the first place. Minho gets off on proving he knows better, showing how he knows what's best for you. 

He takes a small step back, a click of his tongue letting you know his disappointment. “So I don't fuck you right? Okay.”  

“I just- I didn't mean-” 

“No, you're right, you're right. That's why I never make you come, right?” His sarcastic voice coming out a little bit breathless as he shoves your shorts and underwear down your legs, eyes fix on yours. You kick the clothes to the side with trembling legs, bambi eyes looking up at him. 

You didn't exactly know what the outcome of your stubbornness would be, but you did not expect Minho's knees to buckle—his gaze dead set on yours as he reached the ground.  

Suddenly, your boyfriend grabs your hand and latches it to the hair on the back of his head.  

“Why don't you fucking teach me then?” He speaks through gritted teeth, throwing your right leg over his shoulder pad—the unusual angle giving him all the access he needed and leaving you much more exposed.  

Unhappy with how limp your hand stayed in his hair, Minho grabs it once more, pushing himself against your core. 

“Come on, baby.” He mumbles, leaving wet kisses over your outer labia. When he looks up, resting his chin on the skin under your bellybutton, the dim light coming from the window makes his profile glow blue—pearly white grin hypnotizing you. Minho looked like an incubus—eager to suck the life out of you. “Where's your attitude, hmm? Show me what you like.” 

You can see your bare chest heaving with each breath as you look down at him. “Fin... Fingers?” 

He tilts his head to the side, big eyes full of mischief. “Fingers? You're asking?” 

“I… I don't-” 

“You don't know? Of course you do. You're just not thinking straight. Maybe it's stress, right? ‘Cause I'm not good enough?” Without a warning, the tip of his tongue lightly zigzags up and down your pussy. Up, and down again—avoiding your clit each time.  

“You see,” he says, letting his saliva mix with your arousal, “if I use my fingers now, you'll come too fast.” Minho leaves a long peck on your core. “I know that's what you want, but what about dragging it out a little bit? I think you'd like it better.” He flattens his tongue and your body squirms as he licks up. “But I mean, I wouldn't know.” 

Minho's being painfully annoying, but you deserve it. He takes his time dragging his tongue through your core, lapping your arousal and smearing it on your cunt—making your legs shake every now and again. His right hand keeps your squirming hips still as the left one slowly caresses it's way up your body, until he reaches your chest.  

He's looking up at you the entire time, watching every single twitch and reaction to the flow of his tongue on you. When he finally latches onto your clit, you swear you lose your mind a little. Your hips stutter and he follows you promptly, big brown eyes burning through you. The sight of Minho on his knees being illuminated by the moonlight is so ethereal it's almost haunting, and at that moment, you know you'll never really forget this view—you'll never forget how he's making you feel. He really is like a incubus in a way, imprinting his mark on the back of your mind forever. 

Impulsiveness takes over and you force your hips forward, the hand in the back of your boyfriend's head thrusting him against your cunt. Minho's eyes turn impossibly darker, his smirk much more noticeable than before. When he closes his eyes and his eyebrows furrow, you already know you're gone—instincts making you hold onto his locks harsher than ever. 

The soft sucking turns progressively rougher, your eyes squeeze shut as his tongue draws figure-eights on your clit very softly in contrast to how quickly his lips are working the same nerve. 

When your eyes start to water from how overwhelmed you feel, the telltale begins. As soon as your body starts shaking and your hips squirm away from his hold, you open your eyes to look at him just in time to watch as he completely removes himself off of you.  

Your heart drops, hot tears running down your shamed cheeks as you wobble a bit, trying to find balance without his hands on your hips. 

“Fuck, can you even feel anything, baby?” You feel the ghost of gentle fingertips on your labia, following up and down the slit. 

You can tell through your watery eyesight and the poor-lit room that he's now paying attention to the way his fingers play with your cunt, smirk wiped clean off his voice as he watches your arousal coat his fingers. “If I try something like this-” He gently pushes his ring and middle fingers inside you, slowly curling the tip of his fingers in come-hither motion, low voice filling up the emptiness, “does it feel good?” 

Does it feel good? You're long, long gone. Minho's voice sounds like it's coming from inside your head, the stimulation feels like it reflects in white orbits in your vision. You can no longer force yourself to open your eyes—it's for the better, anyway. You'd probably pass out if you caught a glimpse of his pretty brown eyes by now.  

Does it feel good? You don't remember how you got yourself in this situation—you don't even have the brain power to form a phrase involving anything but religious chants of his name. You've become nothing but a warm body for Minho to touch and use as he pleases, you'd be satisfied with the smallest of touch he'd be kind enough to reach for.  

His pouty lips find your clit again and suddenly, fireworks start setting off in your insides way too fast. Your stomach muscles contract in a way that's entirely new for you and you feel like you'll fall to the floor if he doesn't support all your weight. Your start to feel your throat straining, the constant whining suddenly getting higher. Your eyes are shut so tightly you can see blobs of colour behind your pitch-black eyelids. You think you're out of it for a little bit, but you can still hear his voice. 

“Yeah, I don't think I'm doing it right.” The raspiness of his tone almost puts you to sleep—his fingers are still inside you, now pumping back and forth, very slowly. You can hear the embarrassingly loud gushing sound of his fingers moving inside you, and you open your eyes to find your boyfriend's face and chest covered in your arousal. 

“I, I-” You don't know exactly what you have to say, but his loving eyes and the kiss he pressed to your thigh were not helping you find it out. 

“You ruined my fucking jersey.” His lopsided smile makes your breath hitch. 

“Need you.” 

He tilts his head again. “Do you? Really?” 

Your head is heavy as you nod, and you try your best to not lose focus. You know what he needs to hear to finally drop the act, and you know you should give in before your body gives out completely, but there's a little twisted voice inside your head asking how far you can take this—your body seems to be addicted to the thrill, moans immediately spilling out your lips when his fingers pick up pace. 

“You're not satisfied?” He asks, voice sugary sweet. His pouty lips pepper quick pecks on your inner thigh, expectant eyes looking up at you. “I’m not sure I can help you, though. I mean, if it doesn’t feel good it’ll just get painful at some point.” 

You stutter your words through a strained voice. “I’ll let you know if it does.” It takes your entire being to attempt to sound demanding. “We can keep going for now.” 

An amused countenance takes over his sharp features. “Oh, we can? Alright, ma’am. Thank you so much for letting me know.” He stands up, and the sudden shift in atmosphere rising goosebumps on your skin as he now looks down on you. 

Minho stands tall before you, the lighting no longer illuminating his doll-like eyes—shadows now cover most of his face, long hair hiding his gaze. As if he can hear your heartbeat picking up pace, he gets close to whisper against your lips, eyes hazy as he looks down at you. “I think we gotta stretch you out a bit more, hmm? If it didn't feel good, you're probably still tight.” 

Good God, you hate this man. You know what he’s trying to get out of you—you’re just not sure if you want to give him the satisfaction yet.  

So, you look up at him with the sweetest eyes you can possibly muster. “Don’t worry, bunny. You’re not that big.” 

He stares at you for a few seconds, the smile on his lips doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Bench. On your back.” 

Although it seems you’ve worn his patience thin, you stare back. The cogs in your brain working their full capacity trying to figure out a way to make his life a bit harder. A disappointed sigh leaves his lips as he walks towards his locker, looking for his stuff to leave. 

As always, his action is effective. Minho really doesn’t need much to convince you to give in, after all, you know what you’ll get when you do. 

Silence fills the room as you discard your shirt all the way and lay on the bench, legs bent at the knees, heels resting on the cool surface. Anxiety bubbles under your sensitive skin when you hear Minho taking off his clothes. You rest you weight on your elbows to watch—his jersey was gone when you got to look at him, shoulder pads following suit. 

“What made you change your mind?” He opted to leave his white tank top on as he unbuckles his belt, one knee—supported by the bench—between your legs. The moonlight now shining entirely on him.  

“Don't like the emptiness…” Your voice trails off, and you don't mind staring shamelessly as he puts on a little show for you—one hand on your knee and running down your thigh, the other stroking his cock.  

He scoffs, “You say shit like this but doesn't like it when I say you act like a hole.” He taps his tip on your clit, earning a loud whine from you. “Make up your mind, bunny.” 

Minho stays kneeled before you, the cloth of his tank top so thin you could make out the lines of his chest and abs—the muscles on his pale arms shining iridescent in the lighting. 

Your boyfriend moved his hips, slowly grinding over your slit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head without much resistance, mouth watering with each nudge of his tip to your clit. “Whatever you said about me not being too big…” He leans down to leave a quick peck on your lips. “Keep that in mind.” 

With absolutely no warning and much faster than your brain would've been able to process, Minho buries himself as deep as he possibly can inside of you. He lifts your hips off the bench with ease, sitting on his heels—his hold on you so tight you bounced back against him with each thrust of his.  

The stamina of the man above you is unfaltering. You can't do much besides watch him: his biceps flex to support the weight of your hips every time he slams you back on his cock, veins prominent on his arms. Minho's face and neck are covered in the prettiest shade of pink—his wide chest, blushed with the same colour, is struggling with each breath he takes. The moonlight highlights the droplets of sweat sliding down his neck, and he can't seem to decide whether he wants to throw his head back or look down at where your hips align. 

Keeping himself together is the hardest when Minho looks down at you. He got his pretty girl all splayed out for him; her eyebrows furrowed in utter pleasure as the whiniest sounds constantly pour out of her pouty lips. The way your body reacts to him is hypnotic—it's so fun for him, how every little thing he does makes your eyes roll back. The power trip he gets when he watches your skin shiver wherever his hands touch is better than anything he's ever experienced. All because it's you. Because he gets you to feel like this. The fact you're so drunk on Minho gets him even more addicted to the feeling of your body shaking under him. So when your hips suddenly spring back to life rolling desperately against his and Minho's name seems to be the only coherent thought your brain can formulate, his desire increases tenfold. 

You have no control over how loud your moans or the smack of Minho's hips against yours are. He lowers you back on the bench and is fully above you in the blink of an eye—holding your face as he kisses you so deeply you struggle to keep up. His thrust become less timed but continue as deep as they were. Minho throws his head back, moaning loudly, but quickly brings his gaze back to your lips. His eyebrows are furrowed, lips touching yours as he whispers. 

“Come on, baby. You know how much I love to feel you coming around me. Be good.” 

Be good, be good. Of course you want to be good. When his lips touch yours again, euphoria explodes inside of you. Your eyes being squeezed shut seem to enhance your other senses a bit—you feel every inch of Minho's cock grinding inside you, his hands burning hot where they touch, his loud moans and the wetness spattering between your legs being the only things crystal clear in your cloudy mind.  

“Holy shit, fuck. I'm close, I'm so close.” He pants, face buried in your neck.  

Your weak hands gently soothe his back, you mindlessly mumble your words, “Wanna feel you coming inside me, love. Want it so bad.” 

His strong arms wrap around your waist when he comes, cock buried deep inside of you. Minho shudders with each movement of your hands against his skin, as you now gently scratch his back under his tank top. It feels like a long time has passed until he breaks the silence. 

“We're taking the numbing cream home, by the way.” He gets his face off your neck and rests his weight on his elbows. His right hand cups your jaw, thumb playing with your drooled lips. “You're not done paying for that attitude.”

[gamblersdoll]

heybae i got a request that’s been on my mind 😩 so like, imagine mha pro-hero boys s/o wearing pheromone perfume for their date and them not being able to get it together 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

+ their s/o being clueless to why theyre acting like that🗣️

teasing, heavy smut intended themes, grinding, groping, light shocking, mind control , daddy kink. denki, kirishima, izuku, bakugou, shinso

izuku had the best smell ever, sure you rolled it on your neck and wore the dress that he loves— and it only smells like shortcake to the naked eye and nose, but for him? you smelled different, his arks wrapping around your torso and nose buried into your neck.

“smells good.. which one is this?” he mumbled in your skin, softly nibbling at the flesh until you responded. “you best answer quickly—“

“its a new one, zuk.” you giggle, trying to pull away and look alright for the eyes of the public. what you worry is if izuku was all over you, would his rankings drop?

“well i gathered that, baby.” he sarcastically says, a hand on your thighs and he grips— hard. “we wont be out here for much longer, ‘kay?”

“we just got here… why do you wanna leave so early?”

bakugou knows of the pheromone perfume that went viral, yet he doesnt know what it smells like exactly. all he smells on you is something savory in his nose, even if it was sweet. “nope.”

“no what?” you innocently ask, leaning against his shoulder and holding his hand. you know he smells it, his knee bouncing when he gets nervous or aroused.

“you know fuckin’ what, brat.” he growled to you, trying his best to keep his composure and not eat you up here— because thats all hes thinking about. “you wore the good smelling perfume you got, and you know damn well you smell too good.”

“what perfume? most of the perfumes i have are mists or oils.” you giggle, putting a hand on his knee.

“you better move your hand or im going to fuck you up.” he deadpans, his hand gripping your hip and sliding up to the side of your breast. “if yer’ gonna play dumb, fine— but let’s remember i dont care about fuckin’ in public.” he reminds.

denki just shifts all the time, pulling his sweats or jeans down and hes got a fist on this lap, every now and again hes softly punching his lap when youre not looking (he does this because ‘it helps the boner go away.’)

“you okay, honey?” you asked, holding his hand and kissing his cheek, he never not responds, but he feels like hell when you get so much closer.

he tilts his head back away from your face, watching his adams apple bob when he swallows. you get into his lap, he groaning and putting his hands on your hips. “denkiiiiiii, whats the matter, baby?”

“we gon’ fuckin fight.” he looks to you through his lower eyelids. “you got that phe-pheromone shit, didnt you?” your core tightens, his voice becoming deeper when he keeps his head back.

“what for? im not even wearing perfume.” you giggle, cradling him and having each leg on his side.

“oh, so im delusional?” he shoots his eyes to your face, hands groping your breasts pulling the shirt and licking his lips. “if you think im delusional, say that.”

“kaminari— we in public!” you whisper shout, trying to move his hands but he swats you away.

“oh, nowww we’re in public?” he dramatically says, tilting his head back up and sucking on your collarbone. “always touchin me and shit.. now im going to touch you, mama.”

you hiccup, a whimper from your throat and he presses his hips up against your heated folds. “kami—“

“fuck, smell so good, sweet thing..” he growls, taking his finger and a small zap hits your thigh. “hehe, feels good, doesnt it?” he asks, licking his hickey that he left on you. “finally got cher’ zing, ma.”

kirishima is a mutt, anything that smells good on you, he bites and drools on your skin to see what smells good. usually he would try and do that— but this time he had to keep his hands to himself. “pleasepleasepleaseplease..”

“hm?” you turn, peering your eyes away from the movie.

“please let me bite you, please beautiful. promise i wont bite so hard again, i swear.” he whines, getting closer to you in the movie theater seats. “you smell so good, pretty please?

“i smell good ?” you question, him shaking his head yes fast and he reaches in for a bite, but you pull away. “what do i smell like, kir?”

he pauses, not really knowing how to describe the scent, but he swallows thickly. “.. i dont know how to describe it.” he whines, pressing his hands on his lap and he groans. “please, just one bite.”

“if you cant tell me what i smell like, do you think you deserve it?” you tease, getting a little mean with him and he pouts.

“you smell like pears.”

“still not getting one.”

shinso has stolen your perfume before and tested it on himself, but he didnt realize you had also worn it around him. it makes sense, one day on a coffee date you both get stares from people around you.

“do you have something on you?” he asks, drinking his own hot coffee versus your frozen. “i can know when you’re lying.”

“mmm..” you hum, slurping through the straw and looking away.

“princess,” he says, activating his quirk and having a hand on your thigh. ���are you wearing that perfume that got you ravaged last time?”

“yes.” you say, feeling his quirk disappear and bite your lip. damnit all, and his stupid manipulative quirk. “you dont have to always use your quirk on me, meanie.”

“you like when i do though, princess. especially when i have you tell me how you want to get fucked.”

“shinso— in public!” you remind, him shrugging and smirking to you. “keep your voice down at least!”

he gets into your ear, a hand on your tummy. “do i have to remind you who your talking to?” he warns, watching your head shake no. “oh, because what i think is you’ve forgotten who i am.” you try to open your mouth, but he clicks his tongue. “whats my name again?”

“sir.”

“no, no, no..” he coos, a hand in your hair and his fingers scratch your scalp— a warning he might pull your hair. “whats my name , or do i have to have another session with remembrance?”

“daddy.” you mumble, a heat to your face and you turn your head away. “youre a fuckin perv.”

[im-yn-suckers]

baefy looks so scrumptious here ^^

’babe don't mess up the bed, i made it already’ niki yells from the bathroom. ‘too late’ you smile and lay down on the freshly made bed. niki walks out of the bathroom, turning off the light. he kneels at the edge of the bed, giving him space to grab your legs and pull them. ‘get back here, you messed up the bed’ you grab his pillow and take it down with you, hugging it, making it warm. ‘this random pillow smells so good, dont you think?’ he pokes your sides and lays on top of you. ‘nah this pillow smells the best’ you both calm down a bit, letting silence fall.

‘princess’ ‘hm?’ ‘the light, turn it off’ ‘but you're closer’ ‘i made the bed’ ‘ugh fine’ you get up, turn off the light and lay back down. niki pulls you down and lays on your chest, putting his whole body on you. he kisses any and all exposed skin peeking through your shirt. he bites down on your clavicle, leaving a suspiciously tiny and red mark. ‘ow’ ‘shh’

you slide away, letting nikis head hit the bed. you face the wall away from him. he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back to the middle of the bed. ‘dont leave me princess please’ ‘you bit me’ ‘out of love’ ‘what ever, go to sleep’ ‘i cant sleep without my goodnight kisses’ ‘find a way to’ ‘nooooo, please angel please, give me a kiss pleeeeeease’ of course he was the cutest person to ever exist when he wanted a kiss but you couldn't give in that easily. ‘Im so comfy though’

he moves to lay right next to you, so you don't have to move. smart man, no really, he knows your weakness. ‘angel~ kissy please’ he mumbles in between kisses on your neck. ‘nuh-uh you're mean to me’ ‘you literally wont kiss me’ ‘YOU LITERALLY BIT ME??’ ‘like i said, angel, out of love. now kiss me’ you just ignore him, and try to sleep, but knowing you havent kissed him isnt letting you. ‘im sorry baby, come here’ at last you give in. ‘mm-mm you dont love me anymore, no kisses for you’

you use his own tactics against him, now youre the smart one. ‘y/n-’ ‘not my name’ you kiss his neck ‘y/n stop i-’ ‘thats not my name’ this time you kiss underneath his earlobe ‘angel plea-’ ‘thats more like it’ you lay on top of him and cup his cheeks. ‘im sorry baby, now let me kiss you’ ‘hm, now youre sor-’ you interrupt him, RESPECTFULLY and place your lips on his. ‘It wasnt that hard princess, now was it?’ ‘shut up, i kissed you already’ ‘because i ignored you’ ‘blah blah bl-’ he interrupts you this time, connecting your lips once again.

ive been so active these days yall b proud of me

[amurotoorudesu]

"fuck, its almost reset time and i havent logged in to the game!"

after rushing to your dorm, you quickly turn on your phone and immediataly launch the game.

you havent been able to play the game because your college assignment and schedule were really messed up. even in this week, you almost forgot to logged in for like 5 days so you always ended up staying up so late to catch up with lots of things. also youve been grinding for the new spring banner.

you lay down on top of the bed, waiting for the loading and "connecting to the server" screen. after a while rafayel shows up, head down on the table in destify cafe and you ignored him as you open your agenda and began the grinding session.

unbeknownstly for you, rafayel hears the bell clinking when he almost dozed off, tired of waiting for you to visit him, then you dare to come when its so late and you ignore him and you just left him after he waits for an entire day?? you know he hates waiting and you know you made a promise to not made him waiting right?? why dont you keep it...??

he begrudgingly woke up and lean his back on the sofa, arms crossed and irritated, waiting for you to finish your work. after claiming all the rewards, you go back to destiny cafe to interact with your favorite fish but a loud glitched voice caught you off guard.

BZZZT!!!

"what are you doing at this time? you know its late, right? why do you visit me at this time??"

forehead crinkled, feeling frighten with the sudden voiceline as if rafayel can see you.

"what the fuck? is this some kind of new glitch?"

"glitch, huh? funny if you think that. of course its not and i can act like this because im mad at you, silly! now i suggest you to go and sleep, you still have some classes tomorrow and im tired of listening you rambling about how you accidentaly sleep in the class and get scolded all because you stay up so late to meet me. so you better get some rest while listening to my angelic... no, siren? but its more scary... uhm, so you better get rest while listening to my angelic voice!"

eyebrows furrowed, forehead still crinkles and your mouth slightly opened because you dont understand what the fuck happened to the game.

"hey, come on! dont looked at me with those stupid face! you looked like dumb fish!" rafayel pouts and crossed his arms, averting his gaze from you.

but then he realized, "owh wait... im the fish here..."

you dont know whether you should laugh or scared but you accidentally let out a mumbled chuckle.

"hey come on, dont laugh at me now! you should sleep and im leaving, buh byee"

rafayel forcefully closed the game and you just lay there, staring at your phone like it just murdered your whole family before lots of notifs come.

"Love&deepspace

Rafayel:

go to sleep now.

and dont forget to dream about me, miss bodyguard.

but i'll put an alarm so you didnt go late to the class.

you better say thanks.

goodnight [real name] [real last name].

:)

also

Forget our promise? I'll remind you in person.

wait for me."

you still stare at your phone but you feel more terrified.

how the fuck did he know your real name.

you entered a different name in the game.

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a/n : chat did i cooked

also its for u guys who voted for the fic to be uploaded now, so now the raf's vote wont get counted on the poll!!

also im sorry for those who ask for part 2 in sylus's one, i dont have the idea abt what happened next but if you have one, my askbox are open!

[f1samcro]

The Better JPG

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Masterlist

fc; sabrina carpenter (she will be a common one i fear im so in love with her its a problem) (also theres like 1 photo of lily that we shall pretned is sabrina pls n thx)

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y/nnorizz.jpg i shall prove to be the superior norris with a superior jgp account, with a SUPERIOR photographer

lando EXCUSE ME? THE JPG IS MINE

↪y/nnorizz.jpg mine now tehehehe

madisonbeer have my babies pls n thx xxxx

↪y/nnorizz.jpg ill have to ask my photographer if thats allowed

↪madisonbeer fuck the patriarchy and have my children newayz

↪y/nnorizz.jpg ill be fucking somebody

↪lando there are children on this app (its me. i am children)

alexalbon what happened to being a norizz sibling? you kept having lily giggle at her phone

↪y/nnorizz.jpg not my fault im hotter than you albono🤷‍♀️

↪lilymhe im sorry alex but id leave you for her

↪alexalbon LILY?

↪y/nnorizz.jpg HA

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y/nnorizz.jpg my photographer said i should fuck him and not the patriarchy 😔 sooooo appreciation post for my wife (and a small one for my photographer bcs IM HOT)

madisonbeer your photographer sounds toxic 🫤

↪y/nnorizz.jpg he very much is after last nught

↪madisonbeer ABSOLUTELY NO WAY YOU GOT DICKED DOWN SO GOOD YOU CANT TYPE

↪y/nnorizz.jpg IT WAS ONE WORD. MIND OUT OF GUTTER PLS N THX

user78 oscar?????? what are you doing here??????

↪user46 y/ns been in the garage A LOT, her and oscar are bound to have met considering lando brings her everywhere

lilymhe we should escape our toxic photographers and have a throuple @.y/nnorizz.jpg @.madisonbeer

↪y/nnorizz.jpg yesssss

↪madisonbeer shell get dicked down again

↪alexalbon were having a discussion about yu being in love with y/n

↪y/nnorizz.jpg im a very loveable person

↪lilymhe TOXIC. PHOTOGRAPHER.

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y/nnorizz.jpg guys my photographer said i could launch him

lando i dont approve

↪y/nnorizz.jpg stop being a sore loser xx

↪lando never enter my vicinity again

↪y/nnorizz.jpg big word for someone who didnt get their gcse's

↪lando big attitude for someone who wrote a song abt wanting to fuck someone, but hasnt told the public who they wrote it about

↪y/nnorizz.jpg get off my page you hater

↪lando i quite like it here now

↪y/nnorizz.jpg everybody point and laugh

↪madisonbeer 🫵😂

↪lilymhe 🫵😂

↪alexalbon 🫵😂

↪maxfewtrell 🫵😂

maxfewtrell it's okay y/n i wont bully you unlike somebody

↪y/nnorizz.jpg love ya maxie xx

↪maxfewtrell a??? public??? display??? of??? affection??? ew.

↪y/nnorizz.jpg kys xx

↪maxfewtrell youre in my suicide letter

user78 OSCARS HERE AGAIN

↪user46 ill let you cook this time

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y/nnorizz.jpg its my photographers birthday today!!!!!!!!!! happy birthday to my love, i wish i could say im sorry for the birthday muffin idea but im rlly not xx

thank you for putting up with me and taking FIRE photos whilst your at it. i have decided to share MY photos of you (plus one of me you took last night bcs your photography skills still need to outshine my brothers)

i love you endlessly my koala! (i WATCHED cricket with him the other day. i understood NOTHING. but i watched)

now. ahem. the last four photos.

1. HIS LITTLE NONCHALANT BITCHASS RESPONSE TO THIS NEW DRESS I GOT. LIKE WTH I LOOKED HOT AND I GET A THUMBS UP????

2. idk you look like a gremlin and im here for it

3. this is the face of a man whos listened to me complain the entire hike, just fo rme to say i wanted to go back and get more photos the second we went down

4. he heard my voice in the corridor and poked out with a DEVIOUS looking grin

oscarpiastri i love you endlessly, my little hedgehog (emphasis on the little)

↪y/nnorizz.jpg its only a head difference. calm urself down b4 i kill you in your sleep xx

↪oscarpiastri where else would you find a man willing to hike ALL the way back so you can take some photos?

↪y/nnorizz.jpg point has been considered

↪oscarpiastri i also gave you a much better reaction to that dress in person. you looked beautiful love

↪y/nnorizz.jpg you dont fight fair

↪oscarpiastri you lock yourself in the bathroom until you get your way

↪y/nnorizz.jpg you??? let??? me??? i??? never??? lock??? the??? door???

↪oscarpiastri you're watching cricket tonight

↪y/nnorizz.jpg wth man

madisonbeer i shall find my own photographer considering piastri stole mine

↪oscarpiastri SHE made the FIRST MOVE

↪madisonbeer shed never betray me like that

↪y/nnorizz.jpg ...

↪madisonbeer throwing your stuff into a firepit as we speak xxx

lando this doesnt prove you have a better jpg

↪y/nnorizz.jpg yes it does tf i have osc and youve js got your ugly ass

↪lando im not ugly and you know it

↪y/nnorizz.jpg sir you are my brother. please stop.

[genderless-naper]

ruined notes

trafalger law x crewmate!reader

theme: established relationship, reassuring law, sweet ending, guilt and regret

your boyfriend let you clean his private study area since you had nothing else to do, but an accident led to you to feel like the worst person to ever exist.

sfw, wc: 1.6k, lowercase intended!

you walked around the polar tang looking for something to occupy your time. you’ve done all your chores, and even helped the others with completing theirs.

as you walk around the entirety of the submarine you found yourself standing in front of your captains office.

you knocked and poked your head in to see what your boyfriend was busying himself with. you hoped he would give you another task to work on. the sound of the door opening averting law’s gaze to you. he was sitting next to countless books and papers while filling up his notebook with valuable medical information.

you invited yourself in and walked over to the man at his desk, “i have nothing to do law. i finished all my tasks.”

law hums as his gaze goes back to his books while still keeping some attention on you, “have you cleaned too?”

“yup, the whole place is spotless, except for this room.”

law puts his book down and looks around his office. he’d admit it had gotten a but messy and unorganized. there were many books everywhere, random papers, and even empty coffee mugs.

an idea lit up in your head, “how about you take a break?? i can clean up. i promise ill keep everything organized baby.”

normally he would not let anyone touch his organized mess. he knew where everything was and just didn’t trust people to interfere. you on the other hand, he knew you would be the most reasonable to let clean his special place.

still he was a bit hesitant, “what if you throw something important out?”

“i promise i wont! i’ll just tidy it up and keep it all in a single stack. i know how important they are to you baby.” you flashed him a reassuring smile. you wanted him to be comfortable with letting you take charge of his office.

he closed his notebook, his most priced possession, and stood up. he let it sit there with his cup of coffee as he stepped out from behind his desk to go to you. he held your chin, and leaned down to kiss your forehead, “just dont do anything stupid. im gonna go check up on some things, so i won’t take more than 20 minutes.”

you nodded your head and watched your lover leave you alone. you scanned the room and started slowly. you picked up any trash you saw, picked up papers, organized the books by subject, etc. you start to clean the area under his desk. you kneeled to the ground and continued your task.

that was until you heard the door swing open. penguin and shachi rush into the captains office speaking over each other. the sudden loud sound scared you enough to hit your head on the under side of the table.

at that moment the filled coffee cup that law had left suddenly toppled over. its contents spilled all over his book filled with notes. you quickly stood up just to be meet with the horrors of what just happened.

you ruined your lovers most priced possession. the notes he spent countless days and hours creating. each page filled with knowledge worth spending money for. the coffee was already staining the white pages yellow.

you tried your best to clean the mess as you’re in a panicked state. you couldn’t believe your eyes.

penguin looked around the office, “is the captain not here? why were you under the table y/n?”

the panic now spreading all over your body you felt yourself coming to tears. you yelled at the boys to get out the office and shut the door. you were left trying to fix a hopeless situation before law arrived back.

no matter how much you tried things only got worse. the ink started to blend together, the pages would start to fall out, and the smell of coffee was never more intense than at that moment. tears pricked your eyes even though you tried your best to fight them.

a million thoughts raced through your mind. what would he think? he would never forgive you for doing such a terrible thing to him. he spent days and nights with that notebook. how would you even tell him? he would end up hating your guts for it. you didn’t want him to hate you. you didn’t want him to stop loving you, but there was nothing you could do now. whats done is done.

so you fall to your knees in defeat, and let your emotions run. you quietly cried into your hands trying to accept what you had done, and the consequences that would come with it.

you mentally cursed yourself for being so reckless. you thought of all the possibilities of what he would do when he saw.

“h-he’s gonna yell at, and he’s gonna h-hate me… he’s never gonna wanna see me again..”

suddenly a voice interrupted your conversation with yourself, “who’s gonna hate you?”

it was law’s voice. through your thoughts and tears you didn’t even notice and tattooed man’s return. you stood up while quickly wiping your tears. you wouldn’t dare look him in the eyes, do you kept them glued to the floor.

law saw your tears. his first reaction was to make sure you were okay. he went to your side, and started to ask what had happened. he tried to hug you, but you pulled away from his grasp. the guilt was eating you up alive. you felt like you didn’t deserve law’s concerns.

law got more worried, “can you tell me what happened y/n? did you get hurt? please tell me whats wrong baby.”

you spoke after a long pause, your voice quiet, “but you’re gonna hate me…”

the tattooed man was taken aback, “hate you? i could never hate you. even if you drive a sword through me.” he tried his best to keep his voice soft for you. he could tell that you were going through a lot at that moment.

“i promise i won’t be mad, so tell me whats wrong baby.” law finally manages to pull you into a hug where you cry uncontrollably. your face buried in his chest causing it to be muffled.

he let you have a few moments. as he rubbed your back he saw the mountain of used tissues on the desk. the coffee cup was empty and on its side while his notebook was drenched. he started to piece together the situation at hand, and finally understood what was happening with you.

he pulled his chair close so he could sit, and carefully pulled you to sit on his lap. you kept your face hidden in his chest, not wanting to face him and the consequences of your actions. law could tell you felt horrible for what happened. still he tried his best to calm you down, “it’s going to be okay y/n-ya, nothing you do could ever make me hate you.”

after some time passed you were able to lift your head up to meet his gaze. your teary eyes made his heart ache. you repeated apologies back to back, but all law did was tell you to stop them.

“was it not an accident?”

you nod slightly, “it was.. i wasn’t trying to ruin it on purpose..”

“then it’s okay. we all make mistakes baby. im just glad you’re okay. id rather deal with some messed up notes than you being hurt.”

you shook your head fast, “but they’re not just some notes! you spent so much time writing them!”

“then ill spend more time writing even better notes. it wont be the end of the world.” he stroked your hair hoping his responses would calm you down.

you’ve never been in a situation where you’ve ruined someone’s valuable items. the guilt would have eaten you up alive if law’s hadn’t come in and calmed you down.

law scanned the rest of the room, “look at all the great work you did. you cleaned up the whole office for me. don’t let one accident overshadow all your hard work.”

he made you look around. he wanted you to acknowledge your hard work, and know that it was going to be okay even if it felt like it wouldn’t be.

you nodded slightly, “i just wished it was anything else but this.. i know you’ve spent so much time on it law.”

law thought for a minute. he knew he wasn’t mad at you, but he wanted you to feel less guilty about it all. he hated seeing you like this, “how about you help me fix this then?”

you looked confused, “how can i fix this..? its all ruined..”

the man shook his head, “lets just make a new one. you try your best to read it to me and ill piece together the information and write it in another book. we can fix this together baby.”

your eyes lit up, “you really mean that? you think i can help you??”

law felt much better knowing his words were helping you through your emotions, “of course i mean it. i wouldn’t trust anyone else to help me with this my love.”

he held you closer and kissed your lips gently. feeling you kiss back made him fully relax. he knew that you would be fine now. you both spent the rest of the day piecing together the old notebook to transfer it’s words into somewhere new. you stayed on his lap the whole time, and he made sure to try his best to make you feel better about the accident.

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[enhaszie]

PAIRING subby!jake , tease fem reader

WARNING(S) smut , dry humping , praise , face riding, unprotected (dont) 🙏 NOT PROOFREAD

SYNOPSIS : after hanging out with one of your homegirls, a friend of hers catches your eye and immediately you are attracted to him. he seems stand offish and aloof but you somehow get him to your apt after asking him if he wanted to build a lego set with you.

writers note ; this is my first fanfic so if theres layout issues im sorrrrryyy im new to this :( also a song that inspired me was please me by bruno mars ft. cardi B

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you kick off your shoes showing him around your apartment, your wearing a white nike hoodie with a pair of baggy pale blue jeans. he immediately gets comfortable and sits down not on your bed, but on the floor next to your bed. “I don’t think theres not one lego set you own that i haven’t built before, seriously.” He exclaims excitedly. you look at him astonished to realize he actually thinks you brought him 15 minutes away from the restaurant you met at , TO your apartment, just to for real build a set.

your intrigued and decide to grab a set from your cabinet drawer, place it down on the floor and sit down across from him. He immediately grabs the box, opens the instructions and handing you pieces for you to assemble first. “hah. as expected i have built this set before. it wont take time” He says before looking back at you. Over 30 minutes pass and your genuinely getting frustrated now. Has he not noticed the lingering touches you leave on his hand? the seductive looks you give him? the funny part is you dont realize it but hes noticed it all. Hes become visibly tense and looks like hes just begging to be taken advantage of. Your sat criss crossed and leaning back on ur hands and throw your head back in anger. He notices and puts the pieces hes built down before looking back at you. “Are you okay?” he asks “if you don’t understand how to build that part I can help you” he says before grabbing the piece you’ve just thrown down earlier. You look back at him and scoff. “do you seriously think i care about this shitty lego set?” He’s thrown off guard and looks back up at you curiously wondering what you mean. you look back at him suddenly getting an idea. “Should we go sit on my balcony? its getting hot in here.” He looks at you confused because its not even close to 70 degrees in the room your in. You stand up grab him and have him sit outside next to you. while he admires the city view your only admiring him. Your upset he cant catch a hint now and just take off his pants already. “jake, your really hot. like really.. have you ever had a girlfriend?” He immediately looks to the side at you and is clearly flustered. He leans back in his chair before answering, giving you a clearer view of what you need to be sitting on. “No, ive never actually had one, ive had countless situationships..-“ He starts to blab on but you cant even focus anymore. His big pink lips and veiny hands make you wonder.

you cant take it anymore. “Can i do something?” you say while getting up from your chair. He looks you up and down before nodding, trying to hide his hard on that he got by looking at your figure. You plop onto his lap and grab his face to have him look up at you. “what are yo-“ You smash your face against his having your tongue feel the inside of his mouth. He hesitates and is genuinely flustered and confused as to where you developed these feelings.He doesnt hate it though as his length already developed a bead of precum before you’ve even made a move. He rests his hands on your waist before leaning back into the kiss. You feel his length bulging through his sweats, right underneath ur clothed cunt. You thread your fingers through his hair before lifting his head up and kissing his neck. “y/n are you sure?” He says to you in a voice that turns you on so bad you dont think you could be turned on more. “yes-“ you whisper back to him. His cold slender hands make their way up into your hoodie, now feeling all over your back.

The coldness from his hands instinctively make you arch your back, grinding your clothed cunt against his hard length. “fuck, y/n” he slurs out through his swollen lips. You slowly start to grind back and forth on him leaving a wet patch on your underwear. He has his hands on your waist now, guiding you back in forth while his mouth is forming an O. he whimpers and becomes embarrassed hoping you didnt hear it. You did. “Oh?” you smirk before grabbing his flustered face and making out even more. You pull back to get a good look at him. Hes a mess. His hair is messy and out of place , his eyes are full of need and desperation, and his lips are swollen and blushed. “Y/n, please..” He whispers while looking at you. You were gonna tease him about it but even you cant stand to deny a plea right now. You nod at him before wrapping your arms around his shoulder. He picks you up back into your apartment, closing the sliding door and gently placing you onto the bed. You throw off your hoodie, revealing just a white calvin klein bra.

He crawls onto the bed where you are to kiss you but you stop him. “can you take my pants off for me…? i need you to do me a favor” you say in a daze. He immediately listens to you and takes off ur jeans and hooks his finger onto your underwear before looking back at you nervously. “can i?” You nod aggressively just wanting him in between your thighs. He takes them off and immediately spreads open your legs with force you didnt expect. Your taken aback at how desperate he was and before you know it you gasp at the sensation of him already licking your wet folds. “a-ah jake..” Hes turned on at you saying his name and grabs onto your thighs before diving in with his tongue. unexpectedly, hes a pro at this. Your confused because he mentioned he never had a girlfriend before. this thought is short lived though because he starts to form 8’s onto your cunt. He then licks up to your clit and starts to suck on it before looking back up at you for any sign of approval. Your head is thrown back, your legs are shaking and only being stabled by his great grip strenth, and your uncontrollably making tons of noises. he takes that as a yes before going back in. You grab onto his hair chasing this feeling and can feel a knot in your stomach start to form. “Jake…im close” you moan out before you start to then ride his face slowly.

He notices and does his best to make you happy before you ultimately succumb to a rush of pleasure. You collapse onto the bed and start to wonder where he learned how to do all this from. this is the best you’ve ever felt. He stands up and looks back at you with a new look in his eyes. he pulls out his length before grabbing your hips and immediately slams into you. you hold onto his shoulders in a rush, completely taken off guard. You chuckle “so needy and desperate to have your turn…” this cockyness is immediately wiped off your face as hes grinding into you repeatedly hitting your g- spot. “you feel so good y/n..” Jake hisses as he throws his head back in pleasure. You bite deep into your lip in shock as jake absolutely pounds into you. “Im close- ah-“ jake whimpers before releasing into you. He slams down onto you before rolling to the other side of the bed in exhaustion. “your amazing jake..” you say before turning to him with a soft grin on your face. he chuckles before getting up and grabbing your waist and giving you a huge hug “OKAY OKAY LET ME GO-“ Your naked and vulnerable and do NOT feel like hugging without clothes. He picks you up and hurries you to the toilet before closing the door , locking himself out. You smile softly in admiration

By the time youve both showered, you realize its already morning and you’ve literally fucked the entire night. You glance at Jake whos sat like nothing happened last night, mindlessly continuing to build the lego set we started last night that came to an abrupt end. You laugh to yourself before realizing this guy was an actual loser. But thats what made you like him.

[spaceycat]

MORE CONGRESSMAN BUCKY PLS PLSPLSLSPSLSLS

YESS BABE!!!! YOU KNOW WHAT'S UP, ENJOY !! <3 (this is deprived from my congressman bucky barnes headcanons list !!)

⋆★⋆ hotel rooms & champagne ⋆★⋆

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: its ok im ok by tate mcrae (2:37)

Bucky takes you on every campaign, every event - flying on his private jet and booking at the best hotels. Upon your arrival, you don't have to lift a single bag or ask for a single thing. Bottles of champagne and wine in an ice bucket, chocolates and strawberries on a platter. You think it's overkill, after all you and Bucky have been dating for years now and you dont understand why he still spoils you the way that you do.

But you can't deny that view, of course Bucky took the penthouse suite at the very top of the hotel - multiple windows looking out onto the city below.

You walked into the bedroom, looking at the king sized bed in the middle of the room - a canopy draped over it. You sat down, taking off your shoes, deciding to go take a bath and just relax before the event later that night. Not before helping yourself to a glass of champagne.

Your favourite parts of these hotels is the large bath that usually accompanies it, Bucky took note of that and only rents out hotel rooms that have bathrooms up to your standards.

As the bath slowly filled up with warm water and bubbles, you looked out at the view of the city lights - you soon shed off your clothes, tying up your hair as to not get it wet. Getting into the bath.

As the warm water enveloped your skin, you let out a soft sigh - the aches from travelling and walking dissipating. You took a sip of the champagne from the glass, settling further in - so much so you didnt hear the bathroom door open.

There was Bucky, watching you like a hawk. He knew he should be unpacking or getting his speech ready or something, but you completely drew him in.

He'd slip off his suit jacket, placing it on one of the chairs in the large bathroom. "I knew I'd find you in here."

You looked up at him, "You can join me, waters warm." "Is that so?" "Just get in here." "Don't have to tell me twice."

He took off the rest of his clothes, setting them aside - moving into the water behind you, his chest against your back. Hands gliding over your slick skin. "You look beautiful..." He'd place a hand under your jaw, directing you so he could place a kiss to your lips.

The kiss quickly turned heated, Bucky then turned you around in his lap - looking up at you. "We should get ready for the gala." "Fuck the gala. They wont start until I'm there, they can wait." He'd move foward whispering in your ear,"You wanted this bath, now I get to fuck you in it."

The sex was purely animalistic, Bucky pushed you onto your hands in knees into the bathtub - leaving you to grab onto the edge for support. His grip on your hips were bruising as he fucked into you, needing to let off a little steam. He'd place a hand on your neck, tilting your head back to look at you in the eyes as he ruined you. With that leverage he then pulled you back into his lap, the new position adding new pleasure. Safe to say you came at least 3 times, all the while he talked you through it.

But he wasn't done there, he then pulled you out off the bathtub, pulling your legs around his waist as he kissed you - he didn't bother to dry the either of you off, simply tossing you down on the bed.

There he kissed down your body, then lapped at your pussy like it was a meal from the gods themselves - placing a hand on your abdomen to keep you from squirming and bucking your hips into his hot mouth. Eating out the cum he put in you just minutes before, and as he kissed you afterwards you tasted the both of you on his tongue but you didn't complain.

And then you had to get dressed up, or more like Bucky was being needy afterwards and helped you get dressed - deciding which dress you'd wear with what heels, kissing your shoulder and slipping off your dress strap as he sat in the bed covers pooled at his waist as you placed on your heels, he wanted to go again.

You go to the even, Bucky having a hand on your lower back as you shake other congressman's hands as you know in the back of your mind that the man beside you ruined you only hours before.

[joestarfoundation]

dom female reader headcanons + imagine

your babyboy wakes up every morning, eager to please you. you are his everything, his entire world revolves around you<3 he loves the feeling of submission and the thought of you being in control. It's not just a kink for him, it's a lifestyle

you can see the excitement in his puppy eyes when you enter the room, dressed in your favorite leather outfit. he knows what's coming next, and he can't wait. as you walk towards him, he kneels down in front of you, ready to serve and devour your delicious cunt<3

he loves when you use him for your pleasure. whether it's making him worship your body or using him as a human furniture, he is more than happy to fulfill your desires. he finds joy in knowing that you are satisfied and that he has pleased you<3

one of his favorite things is when you take him shopping for new lingerie. he loves the feeling of you picking out what he will wear, knowing that it's not just for show, but for your pleasure! he takes great pride in wearing what you have chosen for him, and it makes him feel even more submissive:((

he also loves when you take him out in public, holding his leash and showing everyone who is in charge. he loves the feeling of being owned by you, his goddess, and being on display for everyone to see. it makes him feel special and wanted

tell him he's your good little slut and feminize him, although he doesn't accept it, he has fantasized more than once about you dressing him up in pretty, girly outfits. he knows that you would take such good care of him and make him feel beautiful and desired, much more than he already is<3

slap him, peg him, degrade him, ride him, praise him... practically use him

you hummed as you looked for some strap that could break the little naughty whore you had behind you, he had been very whimsy all this time that you were gone

he even touched himself without your permission, you found him in the room you both shared, humping his hand while making a moaning noise like a bitch and he seemed to have forgotten you were right there

"oh my god what did i do, im so sorry mommy..." he sobbed when you heard his voice from inside of the closet

"what is this my babyboy?" you asked while staring at him

he blushed heavily but still tried to find the words, "i uhm... im sorry about earlier, i was really confused and all, it won't happen again i promise-"

"didnt we agreed that if i caught you doing something like this again you would be punished?"

he tried hard to say anything but you didn't give him any chance "well baby, i'm not gonna forgive this..."

he stared at you in fear and he slowly took off your skirt, "so what are you gonna do now?" he asked with big, childish eyes

"do you wanna know what's gonna happen now?" you ask with an evil smile on your face

he nodded nervously while looking down, he didnt understand why you had come here to punish him, all he did was touching himself!:((

"bad boys deserve to be punished and take up in the ass mommy's huge cock"

now, at this moment you had a big dildo tied to your waist, probably one of the biggest ones you had used with him. you tried to close your legs a little and press the base of the fake cock against your crotch to get some stimulation, you imagined that this time it would be like the other times, him lying on his back, with his legs open, your dildo in his ass, and your hands jerking off his neglected cock<33

he loved being dominated by you after all, no woman ever made him feel more wanted and horny than you :3

but now, you couldn't imagine it anymore. he stood there completely naked and scared:(

"baby, just let me put this thing in your butt and i'll leave you alone, it wont hurt much, i promise..."

he shook his head. completely scared and helpless:(((

"just trust me baby... you want mommy to fuck you, don't you?"

the question had been rhetorical, but you knew exactly what he wanted. he stared at you with those huge eyes, shivering from fear and need, "yes please mommy, i-i need you to please me.."

"good boy<33" you whispered and moved closer to him. "close your eyes and wait for mommy to fuck your sweet asshole :3"

he followed your orders like a good boy and he closed his eyes waiting for you to get ready to slide your fake cock into his ass<3

"mhmmm-m-mommy" his cute moans, echoing in the silence of the night, helped you to relax a bit before going through with it

"ready baby?" you asked as you pushed more of the toy towards his hole and started sliding it slowly inside of him

"uhhuh-hhuh-mm-mmm" he answered in a whisper as you continued to slide your big plastic dick in and out of his ass, occasionally stopping to put pressure on the tip of the cock

"your mommy loves how tight you are babyboy~ fuck- could you call me by my name sweetheart?" you asked while pushing the dildo deeper inside of him

"mhmm hmmm- y/n!! y/n baby<3" he moaned in excitement, he was trying his best to make his tiny asshole take more of the giant dildo inside of it, but he was struggling. his cute face was red from embarrassment and lust, you could tell he was really enjoying every second of it though<33

"oh my god mo...mommyyy!! i cant hold it, its coming!" he cried out loudly

the combination of his cries and you slowly moving the dildo in and out of his ass filled the room with soft moaning sounds <33

you finally stopped the slow motion movements and decided to speed up a little bit, slowly slid the big strap inside of him, each inch pushing further inside of him, deeper and deeper until it pressed against his prostate, stimulating him with gentle vibrations until he reached another orgasm:(((

he collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily while you removed the strap from his ass. you smiled down at him and knelt down to pet his hair, smiling widely at the sight of your babyboy getting pleasure from such things

a minute later he turned around and hugged you tightly, "thanks mommy... i love you so much <3" he said in between kisses on your cheek you smiled, "of course you do baby, i love you too <3" you replied and kissed him passionately on the lips

then, with nothing else left to do you both fell asleep wrapped up in each others arms:)