#it's like pulling teeth to make myself do drabbles but if you never do it you never get used to it

[hypnagogics]

is this vore? /hj. hi. im gonna squeet. and dunk my head into ice water digital footprint pls forgive me. may have wrote this with one hand IM JOKING. this is just somethin quick because i need to get it out of my system ok.

nsfw drabble—biting sev all over ♡ sub!sevika, edging, fingering (all s! receiving), idk what else girl i can't see straight cuz of her...

and there she lay before you, bare and twitching, in a state she's kept very well hidden from everyone—except you.

her lip tucked under her teeth, head thrown back and half-lidded, blown out eyes lazily following your movements; she was laying sprawled on the mattess. she had tried and failed to hold herself up, both arms trembling under her weight until they eventually gave out.

this was the result of you—oh, how evil you were—edging the poor woman for an eternity. in actuality, you had tortured her to such a point she didn't even have the energy to bark orders at you like she usually does.

all she could do, was whine. whines of your name, wordless huffs and quiet pleas were all she could sound out. and every so often she'd squirm under you and break eye contact when you did something so obscene, even she couldn't handle it.

you wore the most wicked of sneers on your face excitedly, using all your strength to push her thick muscular thighs outward, until you gazed upon a sight worth winning wars for.

the torture you faced her with had her pussy throbbing. no, that was an understatement. you could see every individual muscle controlling her shiny lips jump at the cool air, you could see the way her clit was nearly whispering for you to touch it, and not to mention the pooling of pearlescent slick dribbling out of her pulsating hole, making a literal puddle under her ass.

now this? this was a never going to get old. you'd plaster the image of her fucked-out self on every surface, take a polaroid and carry it around with you. you were salivating. drool was almost running down your chin at the sight.

but alas, your blissful trance was cut short, by none other than her gruff voice.

"hey. you gonna stare or am i gonna have to finish this myself?" her voice shook, then her eyes darkened and she spat, "you'd like watching that though, wouldn't you. fuckin'—holy-!!"

you didn't give her the time of day to listen to her bitching about, and you cut her off by lunging forward and sinking your teeth into the soft flesh of her right inner thigh.

her shocked intake of air quickly turned into a pornographic moan, her back arching, her breathing quickening, and her thighs fighting to close around your head.

you knew that was her weakness. your teeth in her skin? pff she was a goner. you used that to your advantage as much as you could, she deserved earth shattering orgasms just as much as the next gal.

her noises were bordering on a shriek as soon as you circled her hole with a digit, grinning into her skin at the way she was sucking you in, legitimately trapping your finger inside her.

you felt the flutters of an impending orgasm tickle your immobilized finger, and with great effort you removed your mouth from her thigh and pulled your finger out.

the look on her face when you did that felt sharper than if she had stabbed a spear right through your heart. when sevika gives one of her famed death glares, the word stops spinning. but you being you, it just spurs you on more.

before she can protest you migrate up and place gentle kisses on the side of her neck, right on her pulse point, as a soothing motion before you did what you really wanted.

you sank your teeth in her flesh as hard as your jaw allowed you to, the tangy taste of her blood invading your mouth.

simultaneously, you brought your hand back down to her neglected pussy, pushed your thumb up against her thumping clit, and slid your two middle digits inside her—within moments finding her spongy sweet spot.

the cries of pleasure were stuck in her throat, and you couldn't see from what you were doing, but you'd bet your entire life's savings that her eyes were rolled so far back in her skull only the whites would be visible.

your fingers were working hard, all in harmony to bring her to that peak she so craved, and luckily it hit her after no time at all.

her whole being tensed, a low groan reverberated through the room as one of her hands flew to grab a chunk of your hair, further pushing your body flush against hers. you didn't move your mouth, it was suctioned against her in such a way that was guaranteed to leave a nasty bruise on her skin the next day, but she loved it. you did as well.

you felt a gush of warm fluid on your palm, and chuckled into her skin while she shook all over, needy, animalistic noises being all she could produce.

you put in the work and made sure she was utterly spent, then lifted yourself off of her to enjoy the look on her face. she looked so at peace, so satisfied and ethereal, you adored her more than words could ever say.

and likewise, she did you. she cracked open one eye and smiled widely, opening her arms and beckoning for you to lay back on top of her in an embrace.

naturally, you did just that. eagerly burying your face in the crook of your neck, you kissed over the bite mark you left, ran your tongue over the indents in her skin and reveled in the little whimpers she made.

she always had more flesh you could lovingly bite, why stop at just one square inch?

sev taglist (not tagging everyone still cuz YALL SIGNED UP FOR TLOU AND IM A PEOPLE PLEASERRRR SORRY): @fizyypopp @luvssliyahh @wizard-pdf @dearangxl @melsmunch

[gor3-hound]

logan howlett x fem!reader drabble !!

a/n: literally couldn't help myself, i apologise... i fear i will never shut up about this man... it's um... weird smut idk i was just thinking about him being overly cautious about having a non-mutant gf and spewed this out :3

cw: 18+ content, p in v, creampie, rough sex, claw mentions, biting, blood, somewhat insecure logan? lowkey angsty??? idk man 😓

logan won't touch you during sex. it's not a 'you' problem - you can tell he wants to with how eagerly he fucks into you, headboard rocking against the wall with every thrust. his thrusts are messy, sloppy. driven by the urge to claim and fill and breed.

he can't help himself when he's with you. he knows that. he's growling, panting into your open mouth as he dives in for another greedy kiss, nipping and sucking on your lower lip before fucking his tongue into your mouth. the kisses trail down to your neck, his tongue laving over your pulse point before he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh. a satisfied rumble builds in his chest as he tastes the tangy iron of blood, knowing full well he's marked you.

his eyes are glazed over with lust as he pulls back to look at you - more specifically the spotting of blood on your neck, the bruising already beginning to form on your flesh. he would love to cover you in bites, marking every inch of your body as his.

but you're not a mutant. it's a fact he's so painfully aware of everytime he buries himself to the hilt in your tight cunt. every time he goes hold you close in the night, even. his grip on the headboard tightens, knuckles going white from the willpower it takes for him to hold back, to stop himself from grabbing your hips and rutting into you helplessly.

he can tell when you're going to cum when you clench around him, his hooded gaze flicking back to your face. you're beautiful. so, so beautiful. logan has a habit of ruining every good thing that comes into his life - he doesn't want to ruin you, too. ruin what he has with you.

he hears the sound of drywall crumbling before he registers the fact his claws have sprouted from his knuckles, burying themselves into the wall behind the headboard. joining the other marks he'd left in the throes of pleasure. wood crackles beneath his fingers as he grips the headboard tighter, teeth gritted together as he fucks you through your orgasm, his own rapidly approaching.

he sinks his teeth into your shoulder as he cums, muffling the yell that threatened to fall past his lips as his eyes squeeze shut. his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, his body pressing against you. as close to an embrace as he feels he can give you when he's like this.

that doesn't stop him from holding you close when the fog in his mind finally clears, his claws slowly retracting back into his knuckles. he lays on his back, tucks your head against his chest, under his chin. am arm wraps around your back, hand gently stroking up and down your arm, soothing you into relaxing against his body.

he pulls away from you once you fall asleep. he doesn't want to risk it - you're not safe with him, not in his eyes. he's woken up from enough nightmares with shredded pillows to ever chance it. the thought alone of hurting you makes him feel queasy, nausea building in his chest as he stands.

he presses one last lingering kiss to your head before pulling away from you, his gaze staying on your sleeping form as he tugs the covers over your body. he knows it can't last - good things never do for him, not really.

he must be getting soft with old age. that's the only explanation he can think of for why he sticks around that night, settling on your floor with a spare pillow like he's your damn dog. he feels like it, too. you could tell him to sit, play dead, roll over. he'd do it without a second thought.

he'd do anything for you, even if that meant letting you go one day.

[n0tamused]

Have you by any chance seen someone on Twitter posting a translated version of Xiangli Yao's daily schedule? How about writing something like what his schedule would be with the reader (already in a relationship) maybe on a day off? Something like: 8:00 AM - get up and start day 10:00-12:00 AM snuggled in bed with y/n as a result. Or - 4:00 PM - prosthetic maintenance. ambushed from behind. (Imagine nuzzling him from behind while he tinkers with his hand 🥺) Something like a bunch of small drabbles in 1 work? I guess finding someone to write for him awakened something in my brain, I'msorry.

A/n: I have heard of this schedule but tbh I didn't see it myself before I got this request lol, I really find the idea sweet so I hope I did it justice! And no need to apologize, I am happy to write for Xangli Yao

Contents: Xiangli Yao x GN!Reader, fluff, short drabbles, established relationship not proofread

Saturday:

08:30 - Wake up

It’s been many years since Xiangli Yao has practiced this continuous cycle of waking up at certain times, to the point he did not need an alarm clock anymore. It was 8:14 when he came to his senses, morning light sleeping through the blinds and softly caressing his eyelids to open. He turns away from them, shifting sluggishly underneath the blankets, knowing that work wasn’t waiting on him today. 

He is greeted by your sleeping face, relaxed and soft as the few spots of light from the blinds danced over your cheeks and lips. The light didn’t seem to disturb you, something he was thankful for as he shuffled closer and wrapped his good arm around you, bringing you closer to his warmth as he nuzzled his nose into the top of your head, breathing in your scent as your hair tickled his skin. He feels you mold into his shape, your sleep heavy arm going underneath his and over his side, the blanket keeping your shared warmth trapped, shielding you from the chilly morning.

09:30 - make breakfast with my beloved :) 

Well, it may have been 9:10 by the time you both willed yourself to leave the comforts of eachothers arms. It was hunger that pulled you both from bed, stumbling into the bathroom. Xiangli Yao was next to you as you washed your face while he brushed his teeth. He handed you your toothbrush after you blindly found the towel next to the sink and brushed your face dry. 

Although he had gotten used to being the one to prepare breakfast for both of you during workdays, the weekends did allow more time, and so Yao did try to listen to you more when you said you wanted to help or do more of the work since you don’t usually get the chance to do so. He did convince you some times before, letting you so simply sit aside and look pretty while he whips you up your favorite, but today wasn’t that day. You woke up with more energy and a craving for good quality time and to get your hands busy.

What ends up happening is a table full of food, a big but balanced breakfast of veggies and fruit and needed protein. While you were setting up the table, Xiangli Yao poured you both the juice you made the weekend. He may not think about it too often, but he always feels like the richest man in the world when he shares mornings like these with you.

13:00 - go to the market, restock groceries

His prosthetic arm is holding the basket while the fingers of his other hand are intertwined with yours. Xiangli Yao was yet to become truly used to these public displays of affection, but he never disliked them. The thing was that such little acts of affection flustered him so much at first and he’d rather not catch someone ogling him while his cheeks are red as the tomatoes you were looking at now. He was used to it, he tells himself as he slowly lets your fingers slip from his hold when you say you can use some of the tomatoes. He remembers you mentioning a recipe some time ago that required a good amount of tomatoes. He helps you pick out the best ones and he adds it to the basket after the purchase is done. Although today’s shopping trip ended with more bags than either of you expected, Xiangli Yao vehemently refused to  allow you to carry any of the bags.

You ended up stopping at the local dessert shop, purchasing a few sweet goods for home. You mentioned how the chocolate cake he got looked oddly similar to Xiang-LEE. Now he couldn’t unsee it..

16:00 - prosthetic maintenance(p.s. keep your back guarded!)

How oddly homely it felt to have your arms around him while he tinkered away on his mechanical arm..

Although at first you only observed him from the doorway, he chose to skillfully ignore you when you began to sneak closer, almost as if he couldn’t see you from the corner of his eye. 

You knew he knew too, but it's a game you both chose to play every evening when the sun began to lean in to kiss the mountains. 

You hum as you put your chin on top of his head, peering down at the assortment of open wires and metal plating scattered about on the table. There's a screwdriver in his good hand, and he's clearly doing something, but you're unsure what. Perhaps you'd ask one day, tell him to explain how his arm really works, but that is not today.

He feels you leaning in and kissing his cheek and then his temple.

“The meal is soon to be done. Don't keep me waiting all alone at the table, Xiangli Yao”

19:00 - Free activities 

Xiangli Yao can't help the chuckle that escapes him as he witnesses your scowl and furrowed brows, and all for the little board game with black and white pieces. You've won the round from last night and he deemed it appropriate to ask for a rematch, although he only wished to make you blow off the steam. You've been rather stressed this week, perhaps some back and forth of the game could allow a reprieve.

“You've been thinking about your next move for quite some time now, my love…” he tries, a smile plastered on his lips, both amused and sympathetic.

“...I got it…shh” you return, pushing your chin into the heel of your palm. He hums in response, and another few heartbeats of silence pass before he sees your face light up, as if a star had whispered the next act into your ear. Your fingers deftly move across the board and move your piece across the checkerboard.

“Checkmate!” 

He laughs, his chest shaking with joy as you beam at him. You beat him. Again.

22:30 - bedtime

Mornings are where Xiangli Yao thrives. He is a morning person to the last bone in his body and on work days it is not rare for him to rise before you and his alarm, but they don’t bring him nearly as much relief and joy as bedtime does. Your sleepy face as you go to brush your teeth and change into your bedwear always has his heart softening, his own movements slowing down as his entire body yawns for the comforts of the mattress and comfortable blankets.

He is sitting at the edge of the bed, tinkering with his prosthetic arm for the last time and setting it aside on the table right next to his side of the bed. His prosthetic is cold and rather uncomfortable to sleep with for both of you. From behind he hears you exiting the bathroom and the sound of your bare feet against the floor hurrying up has him turning around to see how you crash into the bed, your face buried into your pillow with a low groan, a breath of relief as weight is taken off your feet.

He shuffles, telling you to get under the blankets while he turns off the lights. Once he remembered you both joking about being afraid of the dark, and although it was all just a joke - Xiangli Yao has been the one to turn off the lights since then. 

He hums as he returns, sliding under the blankets and finding the warmth of your body with searching fingers, pulling himself closer until he was wrapped around you. He buries his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent before laying a lingering kiss to your cheek, bidding you goodnight. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[monstacheol]

୨⎯ “𝓛𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓱” ⎯୧

Pairing: Seungcheol x Afab! Reader // genre: smut

A.N.: Is this a sign that I am back? I finish school and I will soon be getting my associate's degree. Maybe. Just kidding, I am. 😭 Thank you for the long wait and I hope you like this attempt at a drabble that I have written, as I know it is terrible 😭. I do, however, get on now and then and check on stuff and I'm close to 400 followers and I don’t know what to do. I'm already working on Gift from a God Pt. 2 (Yes. That is happening after so long). As always, like, comment, and reblog for support and improvement. Take this awful short story as a Christmas gift. I didn’t grammar check so I’m so sorry. 😭 Please Enjoy and Merry Christmas.

You knew he was craving something for lunch, but you didn't expect you to be the one he was craving. You were just making a simple lunch in the kitchen as he returned from a business meeting. There he was, looking so attractive in the suit he wore. He took that one look, instantly walked over to you, and pulled you into his arms, his lips pressing heavily against yours.

So here we are, in the kitchen, him on his knee, tie loose on his neck, your apron loose and the strap hanging off the side of your shoulder, your shorts discarded on the floor beside him and your panties pulled to the side as he deliciously eats your sweet, delicious cunt, savoring every taste and moan that escapes your lips.

And GOD...The way your taste dances on his tongue drives him crazy. He can't help it. He needs you every day to satisfy him. It didn't matter where—the bed, the table, the couch, or, in this case, the kitchen counter. He craves your flavor, no matter the location. And how can he not? Your taste is irresistible, just sweet like honey, a sinful indulgence he can never get enough of. And the way you beautifully arch your back and grip his hair only fuels his desire for you, driving him to want to devour every inch of your body with an insatiable hunger. He knows your body well and knows exactly how to make you moan and writhe with pleasure. With every flick, every trace of his tongue, and every stripe his tongue made as he licked your pussy from top to bottom, you were driven insane. He revels in the way you respond to his touch, your body trembling with desire beneath him.

And right when he sucked hard on that sensitive nub, shaking his head side to side, you couldn't take it. You couldn't hold back anymore. You exhaled a gasp of pleasure, your hands clutching the counter's edge as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. Your body quivered with ecstasy, your mind consumed by the intense pleasure he had given you as he swallowed every drop of your essence, savoring the taste of your pleasure as he looked up at you with a satisfied look, knowing he had brought you to the brink and beyond. You sat there, partially catching your breath, as he placed one final kiss on your throbbing clit, causing your body to jolt before moving up your body and laying kisses on your neck. .

"Cheol," you whine, making him chuckle in your neck.

"I can't help myself. I just get so... hungry when I see you." He murmurs against your skin. His lips trailed up to yours and kissed you deeply, allowing you a taste of your sweetness as his tongue entangled with you. Your body responded eagerly to his touch, craving more of his insatiable hunger for you. You pulled away from the kiss so slightly.

"Cheol," you stated as he hummed into your cheek, laying open-mouth kisses down your neck. "Don't you need to return to work?" you asked, gasping.

"I cleared my whole schedule today. No one will interrupt us," he whispers against your lips, his hands wandering down your body with a hunger that matches his words. "Beside," he continued.

He let out a mischievous grin, biting his bottom lip with his teeth as he leaned in close. His lips ghosted over yours.

"Daddy is still hungry. What do you say? Can I have another taste?"

[little-diable]

Let me take care of you - Kylo Ren (smut)

A small drabble written for @the-tales-of-ren - I hope you enjoy this lovie! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Kylo is scared to touch reader after her surgery, yet she won't let go of him, begging to feel him close

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), just soft pwp

Pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader (1.1k words)

The soft glow of ambient lighting cast a warm and gentle ambience in Kylo and (y/n)'s shared chambers. In the aftermath of her surgery, the room seemed to cocoon them in a haven of tranquillity. The grandeur of dark, obsidian walls was softened by delicate tapestries that hung like echoes of a distant past, and the air was thick with a serene calm.

Kylo found himself entrapped in the fragility of the moment. (Y/n) lay on the dark, expensive bedding, the sterile scent of the medical bay replaced by the subtle fragrance of flowers that Kylo had brought to bring life into the room. Each delicate petal seemed to capture the soft glow of the room, a reflection of Kylo's attempt to infuse a touch of solace into the shadows that lingered.

He was a stranger to the emotions flushing through him, all too used to pushing away the smallest ounces of fear, of worries, but ever since she had been forced to part for him, just for a few hours, he had been held hostage by this deadly mixture of emotions.  He watched her, his intense gaze softened by an unfamiliar vulnerability. The stark contrast of his dark attire against the tender atmosphere only emphasized the transformation he underwent in the confines of their shared space.

"How are you feeling, love?” His whispers left (y/n) smiling, reaching her hand out to pull Kylo closer, though miserably failing. Ever since she had returned from the medical bay he had kept his distance, close enough to tend to her every need, yet far away to not hurt her. 

“Kylo,” she sighed his name, fingers not daring to let go of his big ones. “Stop acting as if I’m some fragile thing you could hurt. I want you to hold me, please.” 

Kylo sat down on the bed, next to her, his gaze never leaving her face. In the silence that enveloped them, he reached out to cup her cheek, the touch surprisingly gentle. His eyes, pools of intensity, softened into a rare display of tenderness.

"I've never allowed myself to care for someone as deeply as I care for you," he admitted his voice a low rumble that resonated with sincerity. "Your well-being will always be my priority, and I don’t ever want to be the reason for your pain."

(Y/n) felt her heart swelling at his words, struggling to sit up, yet determined to do so. He watched her with dark eyes, lips marked by the cuts his teeth had left, a nervous trait he’d never be able to shake. A soft kiss was pressed to his lips, momentarily making Kylo forget his every worry, pulled closer into her trap with just a simple touch.

But the kiss was anything but simple, it oozed with tension so strong, Kylo feared he’d snap any moment, once again claiming the one he hadn’t touched in days. (Y/n)’s moans seemed to tell him everything he needed to know, unable to hold onto his determination, watching it pour down the drain of neverending emotions. 

Carefully Kylo pressed her back down onto the mattress, lips kissing their way down to her breasts. His eyes found the scar on her chest, eyebrows furrowed as he momentarily gave into his wandering thoughts, thoughts (y/n) managed to pull him out of with a soft, impatient moan of his name. 

“I can’t have you, at least not now. But I’ll take care of you, my pretty pet.” (Y/n)’s chest rose and fell all too quickly, not caring about the slight uncomfortableness her scars made her feel, not fully healed just yet. All she could focus on was the feeling of Kylo pushing the big shirt of his she wore up to her hips, pulling her panties down her legs within seconds. 

She barely got any time to breathe, eyes fluttering close the second his warm mouth came in touch with her needy cunt, licking her arousal-covered folds. (Y/n)’s moans reverberated through the bedroom, silently thanking whoever had designed their room for the soundproof walls, allowing them to be as loud as they wanted to. 

“Oh, stars, right there.” Her words left Kylo smirking against her folds, sucking on her pulsing bundle of nerves as he pushed two fingers into her tightness, curling them against the spot that always left her gasping. Kylo could only hum against her skin, high on the taste of her, the sweetest taste he’d never forget about, longing for it whenever they parted for more than a few hours. She was his everything, the one he needed with every rise of a new day, the one he’d turn to when the walls began to close in on him. She was his all, his eternity. 

Kylo ate her out with a certain kind of pleasure, finding enjoyment in her mewls, her gasps, and her moans, the sounds sending sparks straight down his spine and right to his aching cock. He’d have to take care of his desperation later on, not daring to fuck her while she was still healing, very well knowing that he’d be unable to control himself the second her walls flutter around him. 

With his eyes set on her pleasure-drunken features, Kylo watched her creep closer and closer to her release. He was determined, and wanted to see and hear her fall apart, all because of him. His thumb found her pulsing bundle, momentarily pulling his mouth away to inhale a few deep breaths. 

“I’m so close, fuck, Ky’, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.” His fingers fucked her ruthlessly, fast enough to push her close to the brink of passing out, though not wanting to slip from his grasp just yet. Kylo added more speed to his movements, pushing down harder on her clit to give her the last needed push, coaxing a high-pitched moan from her.

His fingers kept fucking her through her high, sending her a sweet smile as (y/n) slowly opened her eyes. Only as he felt her relax did Kylo dare to pull away, moving up her body to press a slow, loving kiss to her warm lips.

“I can’t wait for you to be off bedrest, I don’t know how much longer I can go without stuffing you full with my cock.” 

[maxlarens]

okay i’m feeling especially crazy about this concept but imagine like reader having her pr relationship going on and being pissed at george and during qualifying or free practice or even a race, george is halfway through telling her something (maybe telling her something about pace, or what max had been complaining about on the track) and she just goes “no radio!” and cuts him off. i just KNOW george would be so offended cause why would you do that?? i’m supposed to help you why would you do that

ugh yes eve. i love when they're messy it's too good too perfect. okay let's say free practice because i imagine that they have like clear cut rules about arguing during quali especially. and during races they keep it to arguing about race strategy only no petty disagreements allowed😭 but free practice is a free for all and reader takes full advantage of that.

like please they've just had a weird fight/argument where nothing has actually been said, but george is bothered by her pr boyfriend hanging around hospitality and she's annoyed having to pretend she likes her pr boyfriend. and when she gets in the car they're not making eye contact or doing any of their standard pre track rituals. so everyone can tell somethings up😭

and hmm okay, not gonna write a full drabble but here's a little bit of something. not exactly exactly what u were saying because i didn't want to just repeat it. hope u like it tho🥰

The car is shit. The car is so shit.

The wheel is pulling whenever you take a corner and you feel like you're on a roller coaster with the way it's rattling. At this point, it feels like the floor might just drop out from under you. Land on the track and cause a red flag.

You wouldn't be surprised, honestly. It might even be helpful, might stop the rest of the grid from getting valuable practice time in⏤

You veer into the gravel as you take a corner, swear loudly to yourself and force the car back onto asphalt. It takes far more effort than it should, you're fighting the car. It shouldn't be like this. It should glide. It should be smooth. It has been smooth.

You're not sure what's going on.

The garage need to know... George needs to know.

Ugh. George.

Plainly, you're annoyed at him.

George and his loaded looks and pointed comments about safety and that head of prince curls and a line of straight white teeth⏤ okay, you're not supposed to be letting your thoughts go there⏤ it's just difficult to stop them, even if he's being a total arse about your not-boyfriend. Who the fuck is George to say that you're not allowed personal guests? You're the driver! He's your engineer.

Derek can go wherever he pleases as far as you're concerned. Just as long as it's not too close to you.

The car pulls. You swear.

The radio crackles, startling you just as you get the car off gravel.

"Verstappen says you were impeding."

You laugh, sharp, short, humourless at the sound of George's clipped voice, at the irony of you impeding anyone but yourself right now, "Impeding. Ha! Good one."

"It was through turn⏤"

"The car's a piece of shit," you bite, cutting him off, "I can't get it out of the gravel, never mind stop myself from impeding Verstappen."

"Keep that off the radio," he scolds.

You roll your eyes, wrangle a turn like you're wrangling a wild bull, then snap,

"Okay! No radio!", and lean forward, flick the switch to turn the radio firmly off.

It's stiff, unused. There's no rule per se that says you can't turn the radio off whenever you'd like to. But it's frowned upon. You're blind if there's an emergency, a red flag, if they want you into the pits where you're heading anyway. George will be angry. Spewing.

Good.

Exactly how you want him.

i need to make one of those radio graphics that u make for them omg. anyway thank u for this eve!! ur mind!!!!

[mukbangg]

Can you maybe do one where billy and fem!reader have been in a relationship for a year or something like that and haven’t gotten intimate yet and one day when they’re hanging out somewhere their kids kind of turns into a make out session and billy indicates he wants to go further but reader is scared so he kind of guides her in a comforting way?

Thank you!!

Oki

Being with billy is like honey.

Hes so warm you practically melt whenever you're near him and your giddy grin is reflex at this point.

Sweet sweet Billy, jesus you're drunk off him hes just so lovely.

Sometimes you spend hours kissing him like you can inhale him, saliva slick on both your chins as you suck his bottom lip and lick the roof of his mouth.(he always snorts when you do that its ticklish)

Though, all these intense makeout sessions never lead anywhere. As soon as his hands slid a little lower, you're jolting, breath stilling as you pull away with an almost shameful look. Billy doesnt mind though, hes always quick to assure you that you dont have to do anything you're not comfortable with.

Sweet, gentle Billy,despite all his bloody history and those unnerving eyes which was the last glimpse of many men before their inevitable death at his hands. He presses soft kisses into your hair, whisper honeyed words into your ear, and you're cuddling into his chest, assured that you've got nothing to be sorry for.

Maybe its all the stories from the brothel woman, the mid wives and mothers and such, its built up some subconscious fear of the act itself that it makes you hesitate each time.

So when you find yourself in his lap, panting into each other's mouths as you grind down on him, the same fear grips you and you freeze.

Billy understood immediately, pulling away as his palm cups your nape and forehead presses against yours.

"Hey doll,"

He murmurs, nudging your nose with his.

"Back to earth? We dont got to do anything, hmm?"

He kisses your cupid's bow softly, tongue darting out to lick your lips.

"I like kissing you anyways. We can just do that,'kay doll?"

But you're shaking your head slowly, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

"I can...I wanna do this, Billy. With you,"

He hears the hesitance in your voice and he quirks his lips to the side, humming in thought.

"You sure? Dont wanna make you feel forced or anything. You know that you dont have to, right?"

And you nod your head, smiling up at him all sweet the way he knows you're not changing your mind.

"My best girl,"

He whispers, dropping his head down to the crook of your neck, kissing the soft skin there.

"You'll tell me if you dont wanna, 'kay doll? I'll be real gentle, I promise,"

And gentle he was, practically worshipping you as he slips your dress off, kiss up your thighs and slide your panties off. Your legs instinctively try to close, but hes fit himself between them, just resting his chin below your belly button.

"Shy, arent you?"

He murmurs, lips curving into a loopy smile.

"Here, gimme your hands, doll,"

You reach down obediently, lips pursed before you let them quirk up in a tight smile when he places your hands over his eyes.

Your soft squeeze was all he needs before hes kissing down your pussy lips, tongue diving in to lap at your already drooling hole up to you cute little clit. Hes so slow, making sure you know he wants to take care of you. And before you know it, your hands had slide up to curl in his hair, tugging softly hips bucking into his face and he chuckles into your wet pussy knowing hes got you over your hurdle.

Hai who am I kidding, heres an extra drabble:

"Fuuucckkk doll, your lil' cunny's sucking me all the way in,"

Billy huffs, breathless as you writhed under him.

Hes got one large palm on your belly, pressing down slightly on the small bulge that's visible when he thrusts into you.

"All this time I've been jerking myself, and you've had this sweet cunt right hereohhhh fuck-"

He chokes out before hes cumming again, emptying his balls straight into your womb.

And you? You dont know how many times you've cummed already, too dumbed out and filled with pleasure(and cum).

The bottom of you butt is wet, a mixture of both your fluids spilling out your abused hole whenever he fucks into you. The loud squelch as he shifts was vile, a fat glob leaking out your when he pulls out, gliding his still hard cock through your fold.

Billy taps your face, running his hand through your mussed hair.

He runs the swollen head of his cock against your clit, earning a squeal from you as he chuckles.

"Aaandd shes gone. Fucked you dumb did I, doll?"

"Billllyyyyy!!! S'too much-"

But you dont get to finsh as your voice tapers off into a sob, his thumb sliding across your aching clit, slipping a little from how slick it is.

"C'mon doll, y'can do it, c'mon- ahfuck,"

He pushes his thick cock in just as you squirt, coating his pelvis as he continues rubbing your clit.

"Billy- billy-"

You sob, each snap of his hips coaxing spurts of clear liquid out as his tip hits that sweet spot in you just right.

"You're ready to be a momma for me, hmm? My pretty lil' momma,"

Gods, what were you thinking denying yourself Billy's cock this whole time? Every jolt of pleasure fries straight up your spine and zaps every thought out your head. You just wanna take every load he dumps in you, let him plug you with his fingers as he fuck his cum back in.

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

Orbiting: pt.3,5°

[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader] [1.4k filler, it was supposed to be a drabble, but oh well; fwb to lovers; less plot, more smut, but basically, this is how Jungkook and Y/N came to their fwb agreement; slightly drunk sex, unprotected sex but irl plz don't be silly and wrap his willy; not proofread, heh.

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You didn’t expect your night to end up like this.

Thursdays were yours and Jungkook's torturous days. Waking up at 4 a.m. and every second, minute, and hour that followed was spent practicing on the ice—you nailing your skating routines and Jungkook running through hockey plays. Some days, you practice on different ice rinks, each on opposite ends of the town, the other days, like today, you share the big dome rink close to your apartment.

By tradition, Thursday nights with Jungkook are spent letting out steam—here is what you do as follows: 1. Rant about how hectic the day was 2. Eat an unhealthy amount of junk and sweets 3. Share a bottle of soju, or two, or more while a movie plays in the background. When the day has you beat, ideally, Jungkook makes you his infamous highball drink, and in return, you cook him extra strips of samgyupsal. A win-win.

But tonight, it seems you and Jungkook have explored a new way to let off steam.

What started out as a night full of frustrated rants turned into frantic rutting against your best friend's thigh.

You remember watching a rom-com film, and a soft porn scene came on the screen, and your inebriated brain struggled to filter your thoughts that they just spilled out, “If you weren't here, I might have touched myself over that.” Followed by downing a shot as if your words hadn't short-circuited Jungkook's own brain and went straight to his dick.

“Gguk,” you struggle to speak, lips caught between Jungkook's teeth as he playfully bites and pulls.

He's become a little more cheeky. But you wouldn't deny how seeing this side of him makes you yearn for him. Here you are, wrapped around each other's arms, but you want him closer. He's so close, yet so far. This is uncharted territory, restricted even. And you can reason that you're too far gone to just stop and cockblock yourself, but the truth is, you're being selfish. You want Jungkook. You want him all to yourself.

You lean your forehead against his, the close proximity has you feeling how Jungkook steals your breath; he breathes you in as you breathe out. You lower your eyes to look at his parted mouth, and you smirk. His lips are swollen and stained with the color of your lipstick.

“Make me feel good, please,” you scan his face, from the mole on his chin to his eyes, and pull the most seductive look you knew worked on guys.

At your beck and call, Jungkook crawls down on your body, stops at your crotch, and noses at your pussy. His hunger grows as you take over his senses—his sight focused on your arching back as he touches every skin his hands never caressed until now, and the taste of your arousal with the ripe smell of your pheromones flood him.

“Mmm, so sweet,” he hums, “I love it.”

You’ve never felt fiercely desired. You want to believe that this is more than lust. But before you can overthink and float away, Jungkook brings you back to the ground.

He doesn't bother to remove your panties. In fact, today, Jungkook discovered he has a thing for lacy underwear. Or maybe it was just having you under him, so responsive and alluring. He eagerly lays his tongue wide on your clit and laps like a thirsty kitten, the rough texture of the lace intensifies the pleasure.

With each pant and whine of Jungkook's name that leaves your mouth, his tongue dives deeper and harder inside you. The sounds you make are music to his ears that he doesn't want to stop. The call of his name grows pitchier by the second. Before you can warn him, you reach orgasm in strong spurts and the sight has Jungkook almost cumming as well.

“Shit, Y/N,” he exhales, “That was so hot, baby.”

Your body acknowledges the pet name before your brain can overthink it. You reach for Jungkook's dick, tongue wetting your lips, ready to take him, but he stops you.

“I'm close,” he shyly admits, “And if I'm cumming, I want it to be from your pussy.”

Hand still wrapped around his leaking cock, you keep stroking as you guide him to your cunt. Soft squelches are heard as you rub his tip to your pussy lips.

Jungkook groans, “Stop teasing.” He removes your enclosed palm around his dick and intertwines your hand with his as he briskly pushes it to the bed.

A moan is pulled out of you as he plunges himself inside you. He eases in so easily, but there's a burning stretch that satisfies you as Jungkook pushes his cock further. Like magnets, your legs are hooked around his waist as soon as he bottoms out.

“Shit,” you both curse. You wipe at the accumulating sweat on his forehead. His bedroom eyes chase your eyes, and when you lock gazes, it's only then that Jungkook pulls out his cock and then plunges back into your wet walls with a hip roll. The bed squeaks as he thrusts into your pussy. Breaths are once again exchanged until Jungkook feels his climax coming; he kisses you roughly, tongue and all, and releases himself.

-

You're awakened with hot and heavy air blown on your neck. Turning around with a groan, your sight lands on a sleeping Jungkook, his mouth parted as snores leave his lips.

The events of last night catch up to you and you harshly sit up from the realization. The sudden jerking of blankets wakes Jungkook. It takes him a moment to re-orient himself where he is and you see it on his face when realization hits him.

“Morning,” he greets, “So, last night was wild, huh?”

You're stunned. “Is that all you have to say?”

No, it's not, Jungkook thinks. In fact, much like you, he's panicking internally. Last night, you got carried away and went over the line. But he knows that if he mirrors your reaction, there's no saving your friendship. He's considering if he could take this moment to confess, but judging how you're pacing the room now, he thinks now is not the time. He just might lose you for good only because his dick did the thinking last night. He knows how you think, Jungkook admitting how he feels now might be misconstrued as a last resort than an honest profession of love.

“Uhh, I'm not gonna lie, Y/N, that was one of the best sex I've had in a long time.” Correction, it was THE best sex he's had ever. It was with you.

“Are you really okay with what happened?” At least now you sat on the bed. Jungkook feels the chill of the morning and he thinks it's easier to pull your body for warmth than pick up his clothes across your room.

But your needs come first. And what you need right now is reassuring words to quash whatever roaming destructive thoughts you have running wild in that pretty head of yours.

“Y/N, if you're uncomfortable, we can forget about it. I mean, was it so bad for you?” The last question came out as a jest to ease your nerves and it seemed to have worked.

A snort leaves your nose. “No. It felt... good.” Too good, you think.

“Yah! Just good?” Jungkook uses this chance to pull at the duvet, but your grip is unrelenting, so you topple over his chest, giggling.

You roll your eyes. “Fine, it was one of the best sex I've had, too.”

“Just think of it as us helping each other release our... frustrations.”

You grimace. “Classy.”

Jungkook chuckles. Your grip on the blanket eases and he slips inside the comforter for warmth.

“You know,” you trail off, waiting for him to look at you. “I don't mind, uhm... I mean, with the competition coming close and you know, uhm, frustrations pile up... I think it's good if we can help each other more than just this one time?”

Jungkook knows what you're asking, but at the same time, he also doesn't know what you're asking.

“You want like a friends with benefits thing?” The last word came out hoarse from his mouth.

“Only if you're comfortable,” you were quick to assure him. Of course, Jungkook would love to have a repeat of last night, but he's not sure if agreeing with this setup will push him into the friendzone or if it will finally let you see him differently. Still, he agrees.

-

[seishihoe]

❤ lazy mornings with choso kamo ❤ nsfw ahead: minors dni 18+

a/n: a lil rushed choso drabble as a comeback bc i can't get enough of this sweet 150 year old virgin. unedited bc i h8 myself. ily all & i'm excited to be writing again hehe.

choso's always easily excited in the morning. how can he not be when he gets to wake up to his pretty girl curled up in his arms? your naked back flush against his chest with his arms wrapped around you like neither of you have moved all night. choso's still drowsy from sleep but the feel of your soft rear subconsciously grinding against him for the last couple of hours is enough to stir his energy. he places soft kisses from your exposed collarbone all the way to your cheek until you finally wake. it’s like a routine by now. with a giggle and a yawn you give him a "g'morning", his kisses immediately become more frantic, large hands searching your body that quickly find your breasts, doughy hips and already slick sex. he needs you and he needs you now.

his teeth nibble on your ear, mumbling a still-sleepy (he’s a sleepy boi right?) “only if you wanna…” because this man is the KING of consent as his fingers hover over your pussy. and of course you do. you always do.

the thick head of his cock prods at your back as you give him a hurried nod, pushing further back to show him your willingness. he lets out a soft grunt as he pulls you closer to him - skin to skin - his hand dips between your legs, gently cascading a fingertip against your sweet lil bud.

“chosoooo!” you mewl impatiently, and he gentle places a hand on your side to keep you in place as his fingers ghost over your clit. he can’t help but laugh at your neediness. “just wanna make sure you’re ready angel. you know it can be too much sometimes. don’t know what i’d do if i ever hurt you." and oh, he's right. you were his first, an innocent boy before he met you. he’s still soft. he’s still gentle - still inexperienced to an extent but by god does he make up for it with his thick, juicy cock - it never fails to make you see stars. so he always takes his time playing with you and this morning’s no exception; his thumb starts to rub tight circles over your clit as two fingers thrust slowly in and out of your drooling hole. as your head rolls back against his chest, he admires your face watching gorgeous moan escape your lips at each filthy squelch that practically echoes from down south. “so wet f’me already”.

it makes you restless because it's not enough. you move his hand from you and push back further, one leg lifting to allow him access to what you both truly want.

"baby -" choso warns, delicately.

too late. your hips move of their own accord, mind driven by the need to have your sweet, sweet boyfriend inside. as the hood of his erection prods at the tight ring of muscle you waste no more time and push back, allowing him to slip in in one fluid motion.

his forehead hits your shoulder with a whine as he bottoms out. choso’s always so vocal and lazy mornings like these are no exception. breathless from the moment his cock is surrounded by your pulsing, tight walls; instantly pussydrunk. he always starts off slow and gentle, knowing his throbbing cock is hitting every sensitive spot inside you by the way you're already wailing.

"m-move," you beg ever so sweetly that it almost makes him cum right then and there. "p-please just -"

the hand still gripping your hip gets tighter as choso gives in, pulling back for just a moment just to slam his hips against yours. you meet him halfway, pushing yourself back to increase the friction & pleasure. it's divine. the hand on your hip moves to play with you again, fingers dancing over your slippery bud in time to his thrusts that it's not long before you're whining and falling apart around him. he praises you as he fucks you through your orgasm because he's just grateful to be a part of your pleasure.

you know he's getting close by the quietest hushed "l—l-love you, love you, lo’ you"'s he moans into your ear before slowing down - a final sloppy thrust as he empties his thick load inside of you. choso shudders slightly from the aftershocks, kissing your shoulders as a final thank you for a morning of bliss.

bonus: makes breakfast afterwards bc he's cute like that and will do anything to reward you for the privilege of cumming inside. isn’t he the sweetest, hehe?

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[fushigur0ll]

MY LIPS HURT

꒰ ♡ ꒱ — hobie loves your lips..that’s all i have to say

includes; kissing, ofc. fluff, kissing kissing and more kissing with black!fem reader! small little drabble; non proofread :)

“hobie- babe—HOBART” you snap, looking at your boyfriend who just smiles lazily and stares at your lips like he’s in a trance. the reason you snapped was because you couldn’t even get a single word out without him kissing your lips at any chance you let out even a monosyllable.

“yes baby?” he grins cheekily and leans closer to your face but only is to be met with your hand when you block his mouth.

“you’re acting like a animal more then usual” you chuckle and poke his cheek. “kissing me more as well? what up?” you tilt your head and look at him but all he does is just hums like he’s thinking whilst pulling you to straddle him .

“just loving my beautiful girlfriend that’s all” he leans in to kiss you again, slow but deeper then the others ever since your ass woke up. he holds you waist with one hand while the other hold the side of your face, tilting his own just a tiny bit to the left to catch your bottom lip between his teeth. he bites down on it and you gasp making him pushes his tongue inside your mouth, swirling it around with your as you get into the kiss more. he notices you not resisting anymore and smiles against your lips

“not fighting me anymore” he mumbles in between kisses and you huff, moving away so he’d whine and try to pull you back but you were too fast.

“okay! i’m sorry pretend i didn’t say that, come back” he frowns and follows you..then starts chasing after you when you run away giggling.

“come back!” he laughs when he sees you slip almost down the stairs and run towards the kitchen to behind big island that separates you both.

“boy don’t play with me!” you point a stern finger in his direction as he walks in slowly to the door of the kitchen but all he does his lean against the door frame, hands in the pockets of his sweats as he looks at you with those sexy low lidded eyes. “what ‘m i doing?” he smirks and walks towards you. you start moving backwards with you moving your mouth with no words coming out.

“why you ain’t saying nothing” he pounced forward with his arms reaching and catching you. you yelp and try to escape but he tightens his hold on you completely making you unable to move a muscle.

“why are you so strong” you whine and hang in his arms, literally. he laughs and watches you lay limp over his forearms. “i have no idea myself” he lifts you up with a small grunt and puts you over his shoulder.

“locking the bedroom this time”

you gasp and try to escape but he smacks your bum harshly making you hiss out-loud and whine. he chuckles darkly and gets to the room, getting inside and locking the door behind him like said.

“helpppppppppp” you lazily yell, allowing yourself to by thrown onto the bed and bounce like a ragdoll when he puts you down. “heeeeeEEELPPPP” you raise your voice when he starts hitting you with a pillow. then, you end up laughing and covering yourself when he then falls on you and hugs you like a bear.

“lemme see them lips” he tries pulling your arms away and you couldn’t stop yourself from saying this.

“which ones” you suck in your lips and bite back the laughter that’s tryna to rumble out your mouth and you peak to see your boyfriends face only for his face to just look mischievous and full of lustful intent making you look at him like he’s so crazy

“hobie you’re deadass?”

“mhm” he nods and leans down to kiss your shocked figure again and at this point you just accept it and kiss him back.

“can never win with you” you speak in-between kisses and he hums. “you know me” he places his hands on your bum, squeezing them and bringing you closer to kiss you deeper, loving the feeling of your arms wrapping around his shoulders to just enjoy the moment with him

“i love you” he pulls away staring into your eyes and you stare back into his with a warm and loving look.

“i love you too hobie” you cup his cheek, rubbing his thumb under his eye and he leans into your hand, closing his eyes.

“cant believe you were complaining over my kisses” he mumbles and cracks opens his eyes with you smiling at him. “you know i love your kisses handsome, ‘m sorry” you kiss all over his face and he chuckles softly, digging his head into your neck and relaxing there. you both cuddle with each other for a while enjoying the warmth and presence of one another…until he ruins it

“..will you allow me to see them other lips- boy bye” you laugh and shake your head as he grumbles and digs his head into your stomach.

you love your man so much y’all don’t worry<3

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[cybrsan]

congratulations!!

maybe a smut drabble with yunho of #106? best friends to lovers when reader’s ex cheats on them and reader was at the club a couple days later, looking for a rebound

yunho has been pining over reader and got jealous when he found out her intentions..

kind of angsty with possessive yunho!!

Thank you! Enjoy <3

Prompt:  106. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget that asshole's name." Pairing: Best Friend!Yunho x F!Reader Genre: Angst, smut Word Count: 2k Tags/warnings: Alcohol use, friends to lovers, rebound sex, unresolved feelings

Requests are currently closed, but my masterlist can be found here.

You sit at the bar, ordering another shot. You've lost count of how many you have had at this point, not caring in the slightest. In fact, you hope you get drunk. You want the sweet, sweet bliss of oblivion that comes with being blacked out so that you can forget the pain that has been eating at you ever since you walked in on your ex-boyfriend cheating a few days ago. 

Your friends who have accompanied you have all wandered off at this point, enjoying their own activities. Everyone except Yunho, who has stuck to your side like glue the entire night.  You love being around him, and you appreciate the fact that he wants to take care of you, but having a guy who’s 6 feet tall hovering around you is really getting in the way of your main goal—finding a rebound. 

Downing your shot, you swivel in your stool and face him. "Yunho.”

“Yeah, what’s up? How are you feeling?” 

“Suffocated.” 

“What?” 

He looks a bit hurt, so you backtrack, not having intended to come off so harshly. “Yunho, I love you. I do. You are my best friend, and I love hanging out with you. But I really want to find a guy to hook up with, and having you around is preventing anyone from approaching me because they think you’re my boyfriend.” 

“Wait, that’s why we’re here?” he asks, eyes widening. “I thought you just wanted to clear your head.” 

“Yeah, by having someone fuck the thoughts right out of me.” 

Yunho just stares at you, not saying anything. His ears are slightly red, and you can only assume your vulgarity has left him feeling embarrassed. You’ve never talked about stuff like this with him before; obviously, the alcohol in your system has made you a bit too bold. Feeling awkward, you stand up to leave when he suddenly reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you back toward him. 

“I don’t think it’s safe for you to go home with a random guy.” His words express his concern for you, but his eyes are laced with an emotion you can��t quite place. 

“Yunho, I’m a grown woman. I can make choices for myself.”

“I know that,” he says, grip tightening slightly. “But I don’t want you to go home with a random guy.” 

Your eyes widen. He couldn’t possibly be insinuating what you think he is. 

“Then who should I go home with?”

He doesn’t answer right away, teeth worrying his lower lip. He looks unsure of something, but his hesitance only lasts for a moment before he steels his gaze, looking at you with newfound confidence.

“Me.”

“You? Wait, Yunho, you mean—”

“Yeah. I’ll help you clear your head.”

Before you can argue, he’s throwing a wad of cash down onto the bartop and texting in your group chat, letting everyone know he’s taking you home. No one will think twice about it, knowing that he’s always the one who takes care of you after a wild night out. They wouldn’t ever think his words might have a different meaning.   

The car ride is quick, the air between you thick with anticipation. When you get to Yunho’s apartment, you aren’t sure what to expect. You think that maybe it will be something straight out of a movie—he’ll throw you up against a wall, confess his feelings for you, and take you right then and there. But that doesn’t happen.

It’s just like any other time you’ve been at his apartment, so much so that you almost think you imagined everything. He takes your jacket from you and hangs it up, then gets you a glass of water that you make quick work of, mouth dry from anxiety. He sits on one of the kitchen chairs, watching you as you stand there awkwardly, unsure of what’s to come next. 

“Why do you look so nervous?” he asks, tone light and teasing.

Hearing his voice relaxes you, helps you remember that this is Yunho you’re with—your Yunho—and you have nothing to worry about. 

“Why do you think?” 

He chuckles and beckons you forward, patting the seat next to him. You sit, and he pulls your chair closer to his, letting his hand rest on your thigh. His touch is featherlight, but it’s enough to make you jump. His thumb rubs soothingly against your skin and he lifts your chin with his opposite hand so that you’re forced to look him in the eyes. You hadn’t even realized you were avoiding his gaze until now. 

“Y/N… I need to know that you want this. That you won’t regret it.”

“So you were serious about what you said back there at the bar?” 

You shouldn’t be so shocked, but you can’t help it. People have always joked about the two of you having feelings for one another, and maybe there was something between you before you met your last boyfriend, but neither of you ever acted on anything. No drunken kisses, no hints dropped, no late-night confessions forgotten in the morning…

“Of course I was,” he says. “I want you. I have for a while now, even before everything with your ex.” 

“Yunho…” 

“I don’t expect you to reciprocate my feelings, at least not right now. I don’t care if we only keep things physical, but I need you to genuinely want it.” 

You should think this through, consider all the possibilities. Do you have feelings for Yunho? What will this do to your relationship with him? But the answer comes to you so easily that you don’t have time to fight it. “I do. I want this.” 

Once he has your full consent, it’s as if a switch inside of him clicks. His eyes darken, and he grabs your hips, pulling you off of your chair and halfway onto his lap as he captures your lips in a bruising kiss. 

“Good,” he murmurs, breath hot against your skin. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget that asshole’s name.”  

His words make your thighs clench instinctively, his boldness taking you off guard. He stands up, keeping you close, and walks you to his bedroom, tossing you unceremoniously onto the bed.  You can’t help but laugh at his eagerness, making him smile as he unbuttons his shirt. You ogle him, taking in his tan skin and toned stomach. His body is obviously that of a dancer’s, and you make a mental note to tell him that his hard work is paying off. 

“Like what you see?” he jokes, spinning for you as if showing himself off. 

“Yes, now get over here already.” 

Never one to deny you, he kneels on the bed and lowers himself on top of you. He returns his lips to yours, kissing you hungrily as his hands explore your body. He grabs the bottom of your shirt, fingers brushing over the skin of your stomach, and tugs it off of you. 

Having gone braless, your chest is immediately exposed to him, and he groans at the sight, eagerly taking all of you in. You thought you might feel shy under his gaze, but instead, he only makes you feel desired. He dips his head down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. You moan, arching your back as pleasure jolts through you. 

Once he’s satisfied, he trails kisses down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you through his lashes, waiting. 

“Can I…?” he lets his words trail off. 

“Yes, Yunho, yes,” you beg, writhing underneath him, desperate for more of his touch. 

In the blink of an eye, he’s freeing you of your pants and your underwear along with them before eagerly shoving his face into your cunt. You can’t hold back your moans as his tongue moves against you expertly, as if he somehow knows exactly what to do to bring you to the edge. When he slides a finger into your entrance, prepping you for his cock, your thighs clench around his head. Unbothered, Yunho continues, teasing your clit with his tongue as he adds a second finger, scissoring them inside of you. You can feel your orgasm building with each passing second, and you tug at his hair, pulling him off of you. 

“Don’t wanna come like this,” you pant, chest heaving. “Want you inside me.” 

Yunho groans and pulls his fingers out of you. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” 

He hurriedly takes off his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free. Your mouth practically waters at the sight of it; it’s long, longer than any you’ve had before, slender but curved in a way that has you desperate, clenching around nothing. He grabs a condom from his nightstand and slowly rolls it over himself, thrusting a few times into his hand. You’re pretty sure that you could come from that sight alone—maybe you can revisit that another time. 

“Come here,” you whine, grabbing for him. 

Never one to deny you, he kneels on the bad and lowers himself over you, kissing you as he aligns himself with your entrance. You tangle your hands in his hair and angle your hips to meet him, moaning as he pushes inside of you. He lets out a strangled noise, eyebrows pinching together. You can tell he’s struggling to control his pace as he lets you adjust to the size of him, but you don’t want him to be considerate. You need him, all of him, now. 

Hooking your legs around his waist, you pull him closer to you, spurring him on. He takes the hint and rocks into you fully, letting you feel every inch of him, before pulling out and slamming back into you. He sets a bruising pace, relentless as you write underneath him, barely able to think about anything other than him and how good he’s making you feel.   

He intertwines your fingers as he fucks into you, panting into your neck. “You’re mine,” he growls. “I’m not letting anyone else have you. Never again.” 

“Fuck, yes, I’m yours.”    

It only takes a few more thrusts and Yunho moaning your name for you to come undone, trembling underneath him. He follows shortly after, your walls clenching around him too much for him to take. You feel alarmingly empty when he pulls out of you to discard the condom in the trash, and the thought has you quickly getting up and disappearing into the bathroom. You pee and hop in the shower, needing time to sort out how you’re feeling.

You’ve never felt that way before, never said you belong to someone so easily. You’ve never missed someone the second they pulled away from you. It’s not hard for you to make sense of things—obviously, you return his feelings. But as to whether or not you’re ready for another relationship so soon after ending your last one, you’re not as sure.

You return to his bedroom wrapped only in a towel and grab one of his shirts, pulling it over your head. Yunho looks up at you from his phone and smiles, opening his arms in invitation. You go to him, letting him pull you close, and you can’t help but bury your face into his neck, breathing in the scent of him.

“Feeling okay?”

You may not be able to see him, but you can hear the worry in his tone.

“I feel great, Yu, I promise. That was amazing.” 

He kisses the top of your head. “Good, I’m glad. It was for me, too.” 

He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t press you for answers or ask you to tell him where you stand even though you know he was probably racked with anxiety the entire time you were in the bathroom. Instead, he shuts off the light and continues to hold you close as he shuts his eyes, content just from having you in his arms. As you fall asleep in his embrace, your last coherent thought is that you’re going to have a lot to figure out in the morning.

[gingiesworld]

Hot Milf’s Kitten

Drabble One

Milf Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Smut

Word Count: 1.1k

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18+ MINORS DNI

Since Y/N had moved in with Wanda and the twins, everything was going smoothly, that was until Jarvis knew that the new person on his team lived in the house he used to share with his twins. He started to make her work life a living hell, having her do the menial jobs like fetching files or coffee and tea. Never allowing her to work on any projects.

Wanda saw that this was taking its toll on her, even allowing her kitten to use the older woman to relieve her stress.

“How was it today?” Wanda asked as Y/N took off her shoes and jacket.

“The same.” Y/N told her. “I just don’t understand his damn problem. He gave up on you!!! So he has no moronic claim over you.”

“We were married Y/N, and have children together.” Wanda reasoned as Y/N moved to stand before her.

“Why are you defending him?” She asked as she ran her hands up and down Wanda’s bare arms. “I just don’t understand why.” She whispered as she moved her hands to Wanda’s hips, squeezing them hard.

“I am not defending him.” Wanda told her. “But we have a history.” Y/N took in a sharp breath as she pulled Wanda closer to her. Wanda’s hands instantly went to her chest. She watched as something mischievous appeared in Y/N’s darkened eyes.

“I don’t care.” Y/N spoke firmly, her eyes boring deep into Wanda’s green irises. “You are mine.” Wanda smirked slightly as she thought of her next words, knowing right now it will work in her favour, so she pushed Y/N up against the wall, gripping her throat, squeezing slightly.

“I don’t like your tone kitten.” Wanda sneered as Y/N gulped slightly. “We both know that I am the one in charge. The one who owns you, like the good little mindless pet you are.” What she never thought would happen came next as Y/N gripped her wrist, removing her hand from her and turning them around, both of their hearts pounding at Y/N’s new found confidence.

“Tonight.” She snarled as she leaned forward, her lips touching Wanda’s ear. “I am in charge. I own you.” Wanda’s legs almost failed to keep her up as she found this side of Y/N sexy. “Now, I am going to use you how I see fit.” She loosened her grip on the older woman. “Now, I want you upstairs and stripped. No touching what is mine. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.” Wanda almost moaned pathetically before she practically ran to their bedroom, Y/N was practically on her heels, closing the door just as Wanda started to undo her jeans. Gasping as Y/N came up behind her, her hands toying with the neckline of her vest before gripping it harshly and tearing it away from her, leaving her braless chest on display.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” Y/N whispered as she turned Wanda around.

“I think I do have an idea, kitten.” Wanda smirked, watching as Y/N took a shaky breath, fighting to keep all resolve.

“Now.” She pulled the last of Wanda’s clothes from her body. “Is mommy going to let her kitten use her?” She asked as she started to knead Wanda’s breast. Wanda only nodded as Y/N started to kiss her neck, nibbling and sucking at the skin. “Use your words, mommy. ” Y/N whispered as her teeth grazed the side of Wanda’s neck. “You don’t want to make your kitten mad now.”

“Yes, kotenok.” She breathed out, her entire body on fire. “Use me.”

That was all Y/N needed to turn her to face her, gripping her jaw before kissing her roughly, forcing her tongue past Wanda’s lips, causing her to moan. She gasped once Y/N pushed her down on the bed with force, watching as she removed her own clothes before grabbing the strap, fastening the harness around her hips before she hovered over the older woman. Wanda gasped as she felt the toy enter her roughly, Y/N’s hands either side of her head as Wanda moved hers around Y/N’s neck, keeping her as close as possible. Both of their bodies tingled as their skin was pressed together, the friction increasing as Wanda scratched down Y/N’s back, her nails drawing blood as Y/N moved one of her hands to her thigh, sliding it down and hooking it under her knee. Wanda moaned at the new angle as Y/N moved Wanda’s leg, hooking it around her neck, her hips raising from the bed as Y/N soon brushed her g spot.

“I’m so close.” Wanda whispered as Y/N started to increase her speed, Wanda clenching around her as she soon let out a strangled moan as she came. Y/N pulling out as she moved away from her slightly.

“On your knees.” She ordered as Wanda scrambled to do as she was ordered. “Face the mirror.” She ordered her.

Wanda’s eyes soon moved over her form, seeing the bruises and marks left by Y/N’s hand, and it only spurred her on even more. She gasped as Y/N pushed the strap inside her once more, only Y/N’s hands keeping her steady on her knees. The grip she had on her was bound to leave more bruises but she didn’t care.

As soon as she felt one of Y/N’s hands move across her stomach. Leaving goosebumps in their wake as they moved their hand, leading it towards Wanda’s core, they applied pressure to her clit.

“Fuck.” Wanda gasped at the intense feeling, already feeling herself getting closer to the edge. “I’m so close, kitten.” She reached back to grasp Y/N’s neck, pulling her lips to her skin. Inhaling sharply as Y/N bit her neck, sucking afterwards before leaving her lips against the warm skin, feeling Wanda’s pulse through her lips, her heart beating erratically as she fell over the edge, moaning loudly as she came, soon wincing as it became to much, tapping Y/N’s thigh three times. “Too much.” She whispered as Y/N pulled out, soon laying her down before she removed the strap and headed to the bathroom, the sound of the bath filling up filled Wanda’s ears, making her smile.

“Bath’s ready.” Y/N said as she held out her hand for Wanda, helping her to her feet.

“You’ll always be my good kitten.” She said as she kissed Y/N’s cheek before she led the way to the bathroom.

[velvet-games]

this was gonna just be an extension of this drabble, but it ended up being a sequel to this lol. I'll publish them as two chapters of one work on ao3 if I don't end up hating it after a day.

Vox slammed his face into the keyboard, unable to focus for the fiftieth time in the last hour. “Do you really have to be here?”

“Of course not!” Alastor grinned, the edges of his mouth almost running off the sides of his face. “I’m just here to make this as difficult as possible for you.” He rolled over to lay on his stomach, a position that couldn’t have been comfortable considering how bony his ribs were and how hard the metal table under him was. 

“Right. Well, at least you’re being honest,” Vox grumbled. He looked up at the screen. The setup wasn’t even close to what they had at V Tower, but Lucifer “I’ve literally never touched a computer ever because I locked myself in my room for 50 years” Morningstar could only do so much for the spare room they put Vox in. At least Lucifer had been apologetic enough to manifest a shark. Well, duck-shark. Shark-duck? The thing had a beak and wings and was currently flapping happily in a too-small tank in the middle of the room. 

Alastor rested his chin on his hands, legs swinging behind him like this was a sleepover he couldn’t wait to share gossip at. “Soooo, how is the presentation coming along?”

“It’s going great, Bambi!” Vox replied through gritted teeth. “Your commentary is greatly improving the quality of this video that I am very excited to be working on.” He considered whether he could stretch the definition of “working with the Vees” to exclude giving Velvette a hint to say Alastor had rabies on stream that day, but the pain in his side and Alastor’s serrated teeth five feet away from him squashed the thought after about five seconds. 

“Oh, stop it,” Alastor said cheekily, like he’d just been given a compliment. “All credit goes to that delightfully wicked head of yours, my friend!”

Vox dragged his hands over his face, screen briefly sliding over to an old tab before he switched it back again. “I am actually never going to finish this,” he muttered under his breath. “Don’t you have other shit to be doing right now? I thought you were the fucking hotelier.”

“Oh, I just insisted to Charlie that it was very important for me to watch over our new guest! I know better than anyone what you’re like when you’re up to no good; we are best friends, after all.”

That … stung a little, actually. Vox finally gave up, slumping right out of his chair and sitting on the ground. Because he was right; Alastor did know better than anyone. God, Vox had been so ready to show that son of a bitch everything, every tic and every tell, when they’d first met. And they weren’t best friends. Despite the very convincing declaration they made of their “making up” in front of Charlie, they weren’t friends at all. Was the stab wound bleeding again?

“Are you sure that knife wasn’t angelic steel?” Vox asked miserably. “I think my stitches just popped.”

“Absolutely certain,” Alastor replied. “You’re just a wimp.” He considered for a moment, tapping his chin with a finger. “Or Lucifer is just really bad at healing. Oh, or he hates you! Neither would be surprising.”

Vox unbuttoned his suit and pulled up his vest. “Alastor, I’m actually bleeding.”

“What, is that an invitation?” Alastor asked, tongue poking out while his face made an expression worryingly close to hunger. Vox did his best not to react to that. “Oh, fine. I’ll go get the supplies.”

Vox let himself slide all the way to the floor, looking up at the blinding fluorescent lights during the five minutes it took for Alastor to come back. His touch was surprisingly gentle on Vox’s skin, hands quick and practiced in replacing the stitches. 

“I’m beginning to think you’re doing this on purpose,” Alastor said. “What, desperate for my hands on you?”

Vox just blinked tiredly up at him. “Your eyes are real pretty.”

Alastor sighed, tying the last stitch. “I greatly enjoy the concept of you impotently adoring me while I offer nothing in return, but you openly expressing infatuation is disgusting.”

“Alastor, I was having the worst week of my life even before you blew up my house and stabbed me. Can you just. Not be an asshole for two seconds.”

“What, did Valentino break up with you again?” Alastor asked, but he sounded tired too. 

“Yes. Plus bullshit at the company. Also, I found out my wife actually did end up down here somehow and an exorcist killed her before I could see her again. I never got to apologize.”

“I didn’t know you had a wife.”

“Yeah, well.” Vox winced as he started to sit up, and Alastor placed a hand at the small of his back as support. “Not exactly a pleasant memory.”

“And what, you decided to weaponize your vulnerability at this moment to garner sympathy? Surely you know by now that my remorse is a very small, very dry pond that I reserve for people far more deserving than you.”

“Why do you assume everyone’s as much of a manipulative asshole as you are?”

“Oh, am I not talking to the demonic overlord that hypnotizes people into buying his brainless bargain bin products?”

“Fuck off.” They sat in irritated silence for a while. A minute later, Alastor seemed to get bored and started buttoning up Vox’s shirt again, pulling his vest down before Vox grabbed his wrist. Alastor wrenched his hand out of his grasp. 

“I didn’t know you were capable of apologizing. Properly, anyway.”

“She deserved better than me.”

“Oh, not again with the disingenuous self-deprecation.” Alastor rolled his eyes, but his tone was quickly becoming genuinely bitter instead of unbothered and entertained. 

“And you with the projection! I am actually capable of love, you heartless freak,” Vox spat. Alastor visibly clenched his jaw at that, which brought some sliver of pleasure to Vox’s frankly very depressing headspace. “She offed herself and I didn’t call the police in time to save her. Too busy having a panic attack about all the blood on the floor, I guess.”

“My, how times have changed.”

“They have, haven’t they?” Vox eyed Alastor, who had his brows furrowed and was now picking at a frayed edge on his coat. They indulged in another minute of silence. “You know, I actually haven’t produced a video by myself in like … at least 15 years.” Before Alastor could make another snide comment about Vox’s very sensible decision to delegate tasks more efficiently, Vox said, “I still direct everything! Almost everything. Whatever. I just. I feel like I’ve forgotten how to write a script.”

“Then improvise. You had plenty of great lines about how irrelevant I am and how little you care about me during our little scuffle months ago.”

“My hatred for you caused a burst of inspiration hitherto undreamt of.”

Alastor finally pulled out the loose thread he’d been tugging at and stood up, extending a hand. “I’ll help you write.”

—

It was a nightmare at first. Alastor was less interested in writing than just making fun of everything Vox came up with, which led to an argument that very nearly popped Vox’s stitches again. Eventually, mercifully, Alastor rolled his eyes after 30 minutes of watching Vox try not to injure himself out of frustration, pulling the typewriter (old man refused to touch the laptop) toward himself and actually starting to bounce ideas off of Vox.

“I mean, their whole thing is that they’re overconfident narcissists, right?” 

“It takes one to know one.” Alastor grinned.

Vox ignored him. “So we need to stroke their egos–”

“Make us sound like poor old souls in dire need of an angel’s insufferable savior complex,” Alastor finished.

“Exactly.” Vox scrubbed through some of his surveillance footage on the hotel. The amount of video he had of Alastor compared to the rest of the crew was … maybe a little disproportionate. But who wouldn’t want 20 different angles of the radio demon sitting down to drink tea? “Uh. How do we do that?”

“Well, we also need to consider the fact that they haven’t lifted a finger to ‘help’ us since the birth of Hell. They’re only concerned now because their reputation is on the line.”

“Aha! Fear! Primary emotion we target in the news broadcasts.”

Alastor rolled his eyes. “Yes, because journalism is as dead as we are,” he said. But his smile was wide.

“So we make ‘em scared. Bruise their fragile egos with the idea that they could be seen as incompetent or powerless. Then we swoop in and offer the solution: They can play the hero, flowers and applause and all, if they help.”

“Precisely.” Alastor’s eyes were bright. “So we start with Pentious. They’re already censoring his existence because he’s proof that they were wrong; we rub it in their faces that it was always clear he was redeemable, but Heaven was just too blind to see it. The villain in our underdog’s story.”

And on they went. Alastor’s smile was becoming worryingly genuine, and Vox started to feel a pit in his stomach. It was so easy. The conversation flowed just like they had during those late nights soaked with alcohol and happy tears, ink smudging under their fingertips as they drafted the most ridiculous, most unusable, most compelling scripts known to demonkind. It was like nothing had changed, like Alastor hadn’t devalued everything Vox had worked for, like Vox hadn’t made a fool of himself trying to get Alastor to act like he cared. Like they hadn’t both begged each other to give up who they were, just to feel like this again. Together. In sync.

Vox finally lost it when Alastor complimented the editing style.

“WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP??” Vox stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over behind him. 

Alastor just stared for a moment. He tilted his head. “I take full responsibility for the reasons why what I’m about to say may seem improbable, but I really did mean that as a compliment. It wasn’t back-handed.”

“No, what!?” Vox tried to even out his breathing, pulling up his chair so he could sit back down again. “Fuck, I-I can’t stand you.”

“Hm. That does seem to have been a pattern in our relationship. Can you be more specific about how I offended you this time?”

“You’re just being really fucking annoying.”

“You seemed to enjoy me ‘being really fucking annoying’ two minutes ago. What changed?”

“Nothing! I just remembered – I …” Vox let out a shaky breath, voice lowering. “I just remembered how nice this was.”

Alastor raised a brow. “... And that caused you to scream and knock over your chair like a toddler?”

“No! I mean, yes?” Vox sighed. “I just … can’t I fucking hate you in peace? You’re just reminding me why – why I still–” His eyes darted around wildly, looking anywhere but Alastor’s face. “You just make it so fucking complicated.”

There was a long, torturous silence before Alastor responded. “Why you still … what?”

Vox finally looked up. “Why I still love you,” he said, words quiet and muffled by static. “Why I still want us to work together, why I still want to wake up next to you every damn day–” His voice cracked, and a beat passed as he swallowed, trying and failing to regain some semblance of composure. “Why I’m still not over the fact that you’ll never want any of that too.”

Alastor’s expression was unreadable, every part of his body completely, eerily still. “Don’t cry over spilled milk, dear,” he finally said. His voice was quiet, surprisingly clear. “We’re working together right now, aren’t we? Allow yourself to enjoy it, and whatever happens next will happen.” He touched Vox’s knee briefly, claws angled away so they didn’t catch the fabric of his slacks. “You … reminded me of something too.”

[arachnoia]

necklace ʚɞ ˖✧˖°.| miguel o'hara

miguel o'hara x nb! reader

in which the leader of the powerful spider society falls for one of nueva york's most infamous criminals...

warnings- fluff! not proofread/it’s a drabble! reader is assumed to know/ speak spanish

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"He looks so sad..." Gwen remarked. Miles and Hobie nodded as Pavitr crossed his arms, "It doesn't help that his only best friend is a literal A.I!"

"That's true, mate. It’s like he’s deathly allergic to the idea of fun...And people."

The group judged Miguel from a distance, who was eating his lunch silently...and alone.

Lyla popped out of thin air. "Hey! It's not like I can ignore him even if I wanted to." She rolled her eyes and pointed to Miguel, "He needs some romance here. It's actually sad. Yesterday, his screen time was 23 hours that day!"

Miles scoffed, "You would think with allat screen time, that he would jump on a dating website-"

"Excuse me?"

Miles' eyes widened as he noticed a shadow behind him. "N-Nothing!"

"Right...Once you guys are done, we have a mission. So eat quickly and meet in my office."

Pavitr laughed once he and Lyla left, "How would he get bitches if everyone is scared of him!"

----------

As soon as they finished eating, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie were met with a fuming Miguel, throwing different metal parts all over the room in frustration.

"Be careful guys, he isn't happy," Margo said, sucking her teeth, "He was just looking at his monitors and just started throwing stuff!"

Hobie patted her shoulder, "Yea mate, we can tell he's not the jolliest right now."

Lyla appeared in front of them and nervously chuckled, "Heyyy guys!"

Miguel slowly turned around to glare at the four Spiders. "Let's go."

Miles raised his eyebrows, "You didn't even tell us what we're supposed to-"

Miguel grabbed Miles by his suit and fumed, "You don't ask me questions."

He let Miles go, causing him to fall as Miguel grabbed his own forehead and groaned, "You know what, stay here. I'll deal with this myself."

He started walking away as the four Spiders looked at each other, stunned.

……..

You flinched slightly as you heard the alarms go off, the screeching hurting your ears, "Damn those alarms."

You were one of Nueva York's most infamous criminals, never being caught by anyone even though the city was home to the Spider Society. That was probably your biggest flex.

You were currently walking through the rubble of the building you just exploded in order to get some stone you've been wanting. It was pretty and you saw it in an exhibition.

Plus it’s fun to get attention from what you considered your hobby; causing a wreckage of Nueva York.

You started to lean on the side of an alleyway as you played with your gold necklace, having replaced your uniform for a basic white shirt, leather jacket, and your favorite tight jeans.

“Eres una pinche pendeja. You’re a fucking IDIOT, N/n!”

You looked behind you and saw your favorite person to get attention from just a few meters away.

“Miguelito! What a pleasure to see you here!” You smiled, waving at him from afar. You mentally cheered. He didn’t have his uniform (which you have always found so sexy on him) and he had his grey turtleneck, black slacks, and some shoes you gifted him which were some retro Air Jordan 1s in black and white. You may or may not have stolen them.

You tilted your head, sensing his anger from miles away. It was amusing to witness.

“Vente pa’ca, Y/n.”

“Why don’t you make me, Miguel?”

Your teasing made him even more upset and you laughed, running swiftly towards him. You stretched your arms, gave him a hug, and stuffed your face on his chest.

“I love your sexy cologne. It smells so good, baby.”

He pulled away from your strong grip and grabbed the bridge of his nose out of frustration, “No puedo más contigo. Why did you do that?!” He said. You smiled at his upset nature and laughed.

“Babyyy, what happened to ‘Hi’ or ‘How are you’? Y tu ya sabes mi respuesta para eso.” You snickered, having your hands on your hips.

“You can’t stop? Can’t you? You’re acting like a goddamn idiot. One of these days, someone is going to catch you and it’s not going to be me,” he sneered while glaring at you.

You scoffed at him and turned your head, gazing at the destruction you caused from afar.

“Oh fuck. how could the Spider Society take this? Their so precious leader going out with me! Little ol’ me! How embarrassing,” you cried out.

“Oh yeah! Me? Spider-man? Going out with Nueva York’s most wanted? God forbid anyone finds out,” he snarled.

The two of you stared at each other before you started cackling. Even Miguel started to chuckle silently.

“M-My god! Miguel, you’re making me look like a crazy person here!” you laughed.

He rolled his eyes and smiled, “That’s ‘cause you are, N/n.”

It was quite an unexpected pairing with you two being close.

You two met at a nightclub after Lyla and Jess forced him to go in order to “loosen up”, they said.

The whole night, he couldn’t help but stare at you as you danced, in nothing but a short crop top and shorts, making your legs look long and sexy.

After mentally preparing himself, you went up to him, buying him a drink and striking conversation.

He liked that about you and how you were so confident.

You were his polar opposite.

Quite literally, after he found you out and caught you vandalizing one of Nueva York’s most famous buildings other than Spider Society headquarters.

He was a mess for the whole week to say the least.

“You know, it would be better if you joined me in a life of crime.”

You went towards him, caressing his face and gazing at his eyes.

“Just the two of us…Imagine all the fun we can have.”

He smiled as he played with your necklace, “I could think of some ways.”

Your eyes lighted up, “So you’re up for it?”

“Absolutely…Not.”

You pouted at him, “But we make such a great team. In the streets and in the shee-“

He glared at you, “I don’t want to hear you finish that sentence.”

He tilted your head upwards, using his fingers to position your chin. “Pero no creas que voy a dejar que me desobedezcas más,” he said as his thumb grazed your lips softly.

“Or what?”

His lips enveloped yours as you began to make out, him pushing you against the wall of a building in the alleyway.

“You don’t want to find out, mi amor.”

You broke from the kiss and gazed up at him. “Who says I don’t wanna find out?”

…….

Miles and Gwen looked at Miguel from across the cafeteria, frightened, “This is kind of scary…”

Pavitr nodded, “It’s like looking at a dog walk with its hind legs.”

“Mate’s smiling while eating. SMILING! The man won’t even LAUGH but he smiles?” Hobie yelps, shaking poor Pavitr as they ravel in Miguel’s unusual behavior.

Miguel then stands up and walks towards the vending mashing in the cafeteria and the group straightens up.

Before he reaches, he stops at their table and glared at them, “What are you guys smiling about?”

Gwen chuckles, “N-Nothing! Hey Miguel, your necklace accessory thing is very-“

“NICE! IT TOTALLY SUITS YOU!” Miles interrupted, smiling ear to ear to get on Miguel’s good side.

“Weirdos..” Miguel muttered as he walked to the vending machine.

While he was pressing the numbers, he couldn’t help but smile a bit and play with his new necklace he had gotten as a gift the day prior.

translations-

Eres una pinche pendeja - You’re a fucking dumbass

Vente pa’ca - Come over here (shortened version of Vente para aća)

No puedo más contigo. - I can’t anymore with you

Y tu ya sabes mi respuesta para eso- And you already know my answer to that

Pero no creas que voy a dejar que me desobedezcas más - But don’t think I’m gonna let you disobey me even more

requests are open on my page if you wanna drop one :)

[jungshookz]

y/n is some rich badass boss of some huuuugge corporation and bts is working under her (reception, assistants, janitors, errand boys)......valet!tae and valet!jin are DOWN BAD and one day y/n pulls in and one of them makes a sly comment about y/n stepping on them OR about ruining/ripping her clothes

➺ wordcount; 1.2k

➺ currently spinning on the record player; i know this is such a short little drabble but it’s really giving be mean by DNCE 

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“i desperately need coffee,” jin’s mouth opens in an obnoxious yawn as he turns his head so that taehyung doesn’t have to look into the depths of his giant mouth, “how are you never tired in the morning? our shift starts at six and i’ve never seen you yawn, ever. it’s actually kind of concerning.” he exhales slowly, blowing out his lips as he tries to shake the sleepiness out of his system 

“maybe i’m just more suited for this job than you are,” taehyung whistles, dancing along to the music crackling out of the little radio sitting on the podium (taylor swift’s new album just came out and even he has to admit some of the songs on there are a vibe), “but also i chugged, like, two redbulls before the start of our shift, so there’s that, too-"

“okay, well, that’s just cheating and it doesn’t mean you’re more qualified for the job, it just means you’re more insane and you treat your body like a dumpyard-" jin snorts, standing with his hands behind his back as he looks up at the early morning sky, the soft shade of blue nice and easy on his sleepy eyes, “what time do you think the boss’ll be here? i’m wondering if i have enough time to run in and get a coffee for myself before she gets here…”

“well, you’re more than welcome to go and get a coffee while i help y/n with her car,” taehyung flashes jin a boyish grin, “i hope she comes in her mclaren today. i love driving the mclaren.” 

“hey, you got to drive the mclaren last time, it’s my turn if she comes in it today!” jin frowns, eyebrows furrowing before he shakes his head, “her new BMW is nice, too. it’s the new electric one. i drove it the other day and it rides like a dream… but the mclaren, i haven’t tested out yet. it’s only fair that i get a turn!”

“why don’t you just stick to the cute little mini cooper she has? you can’t handle the mclaren,” taehyung scoffs, reaching up to adjust his tie, “besides, it’s my sexy little car and she only responds to daddy-" 

“okay, that-“ seokjin immediately makes a face and rolls his eyes, “jesus, keep it in your pants-" 

the sound of an engine purring smoothly and bright headlights rounding the corner makes the both of them stand up straight immediately because it’s seven o’clock on the dot and you always come on time, taehyung elbowing jin excitedly when he sees that you decided that it was mclaren day today and he has to stop himself from bouncing up and down on his heels excitedly like a little boy on christmas because it’s mclaren day today

“i know exactly what you’re going to do and i already told you it’s my turn-“ seokjin says through gritted teeth while keeping the smile on his face, already walking closer to the edge of the sidewalk so that he can get to your door before taehyung can, “you got to park it last time, it’s my turn-" 

“you can literally suck my dick, i’m not passing up the opportunity to get my hands on my mclaren- good morning, boss!” taehyung chirps, shoving seokjin out of the way to open the door up for you, “mclaren monday, hey?”

seokjin resists the urge to tackle taehyung from behind as he shakes his head subtly, taking a few steps back and maintaining his professional composure

whatever

but next time the mclaren is definitely going to be his  

“your favourite day, i know,”  you laugh lightly, “morning, you two-“ you swing both legs out of the car and seokjin feels his nose twitch slightly at the pleasant scent of what he’s pretty sure is a mixture of vanilla and sandalwood emanating from your hair (you always smell so insanely sexy and it drives him crazy) 

“good morning, y/n-“ seokjin bows his head politely, “new shoes?”

“how very observant of you, seokjin!” you toss your keys up in the air behind you with a jingle and taehyung catches them in one swift swoop, wriggling his eyebrows at seokjin teasingly because ha-ha, he got the mclaren, “you like them?” you pause, lifting the back of your leg for a second to flash the sexy red bottoms before raising a shoulder with a laugh, “i don’t usually gravitate towards platforms, but i do love a bratz doll moment-"

“oh, i-“ seokjin chokes for a second before letting out a laugh, “no, i love them- they’re- they look great, boss. they make you look- tall. very tall.” 

“mm.” 

seokjin’s eyes widen a little when you take a step towards him, reaching over to adjust the collar of his shirt and smoothing it out before patting his chest, “there you go. still a little sleepy this morning, aren’t you? collar wasn’t sitting right.”

“i guess so, yes.” seokjin smiles sheepishly, hands clenched like crazy behind his back because he just got a full whiff of your perfume and you just smell so damn good

you twist around on your heels to look at taehyung, tilting your head with a teasing smile, “you gonna take care of my baby, taehyung?” 

“oh, i’ll take care of you, baby,” taehyung purrs, his cheeks heating up when he realises that that wasn’t just an intrusive thought and he actually said it out loud, “i mean-" he laughs, reaching up to rub the back of his neck, “i’ll take care of your baby.” 

“alright, baby, i’ll see you two when i go out for lunch later-" you turn back around and head towards the large revolving doors where namjoon is waiting patiently for you with his iPad tucked under his armpit and an iced coffee in one hand and a paper bag with a random pastry in the other hand (he likes to surprise you every day with something new), “be good while i’m gone!” 

“…i want her to step on me.” seokjin blurts out as soon as you’re out of earshot, his jaw hanging open slightly as he reaches up to smooth out his own collar, “like i- my god, she could do anything to me and i’d thank her for it.” 

“tell me about it,” taehyung murmurs, body slumped over the open car door as he takes his bottom lip in between his teeth, “she called me baby. the crimes i would commit to get her to call me other names…” he stands up straight again when he sees you turn to glance at the two of them over your shoulder, flashing them another one of your signature smiles and a flirty little wave 

…god, he loves this job. 

🎙️ tell jin to close his mouth or tell taehyung to get out of the mclaren (talk to my characters!) 

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[fandoms-writings]

Could you please do gentle kisses with bucky? I was listening to "like real people do" by hoizer, thinking about a bucky fic and my heart melted

I love this so much and I want you to know I listened purely to Hozier while I wrote this and had to physically stop myself from making this a whole spicy one shot ooops But I hope you love it <3

Warnings: It gets a lil spicy kinda at the end but it's all fluff and love and a makeout sesh so yeah <3

It was his favorite part when he saw you - when your lips would dance with his. 

Bucky had been seeing you for only a few months, but you were like home to him. Scratch that - you were home. All of your terrible jokes. Your rants about the books you read or the musicians you listened to. When you got all dolled up just for him. When you went anywhere together and you just had to hold his hand - not that he was complaining. Your laughter. The way you treated him like a real person, not a tool or some broken man. The look you got in your eyes when you looked at him compared to everyone else. 

Everything about you was home. 

But when your lips touched his, he felt invincible. Like nothing in the world could touch him. No missions. No memories of Hydra. Nothing but you completely enveloping him in the love he never thought he deserved. 

He loved all of the different ways your lips would move in tandem with his - the urgent and needy, the quick pecks on your way out the door, the teasing ways you nip at his lips. His favorite though, was the slow and passionate. 

You would gently grip the hair at the base of his neck, tilting his head to the perfect angle for your tongue to tangle with his. The slow way you'd lightly drag your teeth across his top lip, pulling a moan from his throat. And when he'd nip your lip back, it would pull a smile out of you but you'd refuse to stop. The only way he could describe it was like a dance. A dance that only the two of you knew how to perform. 

God he loved every bit of it, it was like his own personal drug and he was addicted. 

Your lips were always so soft and warm and they always tasted a little bit like raspberries - thanks to your chapstick. No matter how long you sat and kissed him like that, he knew could never get enough. 

And don't even get him started on when he'd move his hands from your back to your thighs, pulling you on top of him and squeezing the muscle there. The little groan you always let out was music to his ears. 

You would only ever pull back when you absolutely couldn't breathe anymore and even then it was only for a moment. A split second where you slide you thumbs along the line of his jaw or across his swollen bottom lip. It was when he got to see that look in your eyes. The one that told him you were going to shower him in affection and love for the rest of the night without interruption. He would get to swim in everything that was you. 

He would think of little noises that he knew would flood the room once there was nothing between the two of you. When he got to drag his lips across every inch of your skin, worshiping you the way you deserved. When your legs would wrap around his hips to pull him closer because you just couldn't get enough of him. 

Then you'd go right back to it, giving his lips their dance partner once again. You'd go back to making him melt at your touch. Making him dizzy in the head with only thoughts of you. Bringing him to his knees for you. 

He'd let you kiss him like that for the rest of his life if he could. He would stay here, in your living room, on your couch, with you in his lap forever if the world let him. 

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