#like when he’s riled up he really cannot wait..

[jesuistrestriste]

thinking about art being so needy in public that he pulls you into a secluded area and presses himself up against you, taking your hand and shoving it down into the front of his pants. leaning forward to push his nose into your neck while he whimpers, arching his hips to press into your touch, “please touch me.. i.. i can’t take it.. just a little, i’ll be quiet…”

[pedropascallme]

☆Kinktober 2024☆

Day 3: Breeding

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI!!!!) p in v sex, breeding kink/creampie, dirty talk, Joel cannot shut the fuck up, spanking, if I missed anything please let me know!

“Keep your legs up, ‘round my waist—there y’go,” Joel mumbled his words into your ear, the scruff of his beard scratching the side of your face as he spoke.

He hadn’t said a word to you when he’d gotten home, riled up and pissed off at yet another ill-prepared patrolman who had nearly let it all go to hell. He’d opted instead to shuck off his jacket, leaving a trail of shoes and socks in the front hall before using his whole body to pull you into a bruising, much needed kiss.

You didn’t mind. You liked when he used you to blow off some steam, especially after being gone for so long.

So there you lay, spread out on the kitchen table for him, your hands in his hair. You planted your lips on him wherever they could reach when he leaned over you to admire the way your expression changed when he moved.

“Joel, Jesus Christ—so deep,” your moans were chesty, thick with the desire you’d been waiting all week to share with him.

And by god, was he delivering.

“Just gotta whip this pussy back into proper shape,” his hands caressed your sides, and when he reached your hips he dug his fingers into your skin so harshly that they’d be sure to leave bruises. He used his grip as leverage to drag you over his cock. “Only been a week and she almost forgot me.”

“Never—oh,” you whimpered when he moved one hand off of you before using it to deliver a sharp smack against your thigh, “Never forget about you, Joel—oh, fuck—feel so good, I nev—never forget about it.”

“Gonna have to make sure,” he moaned at your praise. Pressing his hips firm against you, he deepened his strokes and increased his pace ever so slightly.

You whined, head falling back against the table as your eyes closed, heightening the pleasure of the position he had you in and the way he spoke.

“Sound good?” He continued, landing another spank on your thigh, “Look at me—is that what you want?” He grabbed you by the calves, pushing your legs to your chest and bending forward to capture you in a kiss. “You want me to make sure you remember? Make sure you know who you belong to? Who this perfect fuckin’ body belongs to?”

You had to battle with yourself to keep your eyes open, lost in the joy of being full of him. The nudge of his cock on your cervix and the way he pressed against your clit with every thrust kept you dangling over the edge, almost ready to fall completely into ecstasy.

“Y—es,” you hiccupped through the haze of arousal, “Keep me full like this—keep me open all the time, Joel, please.”

“Do you one better,” he looked smug, the smirk he wore nearly morphing into a sneer as he situated himself on his forearms above you. “Gonna fill you up nice and deep, put a fuckin’ brat in there—‘nd every time you look in the mirror, every time you look down, you get to remind yourself what you’re carryin’.”

“Joel—!” You were so close, and the promise of being pumped full of him, the way he delivered the promise, and the notion of him actually and purposefully attempting to get you pregnant all worked in tandem to make your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

“Yeah, s’a good idea, right?” He was smiling, babbling on as he watched you approach your high, racing towards his own. “Breed this greedy fuckin’ hole, that’ll show everybody whose you are—show you.”

“Yes—yes, fuck, please,” you were close to tears, desperately trying to move your hips to match his pace and speed up the process of what he was vowing to do. “Joel, please, cum in me.”

“Oh, I’ll cum in you,” he took a moment to really admire you, nose pressing against your own, gaze piercing into you, “Cum in you as many times as it takes to make it stick.”

And with one final shove of his hips, you were floating. You let out a strangled moan, something that came from low in your abdomen and exited your lips in a whiny, breathless cry. He relished it, pressing his face into your neck as he continued his ministrations, letting the sounds and signs of your pleasure coat him, body and mind.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he sucked marks into your skin, feeling your pulse, quick and jumpy, against his mouth. “Good girl—you want it?”

“Yes…” You were spent, body trembling and eyelids heavy, but you needed to see this through, aching for the warmth of him deep in your stomach. “Please—as many times as it takes…cum in me.”

“Fuck, that’s right,” Joel’s eyes were screwed shut, his mouth falling open when his hips began to stutter against you. He pushed himself deep, grinding himself against your cunt. “Shit—goddammit, I’m—yeah, yeah, sweetheart—fuck!” He came with a groan, and you moaned at the way his cock twitched inside of you.

You were both panting, sticky with sweat and exhausted. He stayed on top of you, nosing your neck and pressing dainty kisses into your skin.

Joel found it in himself to pull out after a few moments, still trying to savor the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him. But when you tried to lift yourself up, a calloused palm pressed into your chest.

“Stay like that, darlin’. Legs up.” He walked around the table, coming to stand where your head nearly dangled off the edge. “And if that doesn’t work, I’ll be ready again in ‘bout an hour.” He grinned, leaning over you to catch your lips with his.

With the way his tongue dove into your mouth, hungry to explore, capturing your whines, you could tell you wouldn’t have to wait a full hour if you played your cards right.

“How about you—mm—how about you carry me up to bed?” You purred, sliding a hand up to toy with the curls on the nape of his neck.

“Can’t risk lettin’ all’at leak out of you,” he muttered against your lips, “As pretty a sight it may be…”

“So slide back in and carry me like that,” you batted your lashes, and he let out a groan. “And if any of it drips, you can just do it all over again.”

“You drive a hard bargain, sweetheart,” he shook his head, but he took your advice.

[m0chis-cafe]

Can I request twisted wonderland first years or dorm leaders react to mc who have a small exhibitionist habit (but not in an extreme way).

Like the characters are going to a beach and mc just wears a unbutton white blouse that exposed their cleavage and without wearing a bra.

I'm sorry if this request is uncomfortable for you

your so good, i may have strayed a little from the original request, but i actually love this😚

housewardens reactions to more skin showin.. ⋆⑅˚₊

'i cant stop lookin at her t-t-t-t-face!'

word count: 3k

warnings: more so leaning towards feminine reader, more so just saying that your chest is more exposed but that can be seen either way (all of them think your the hottest thing in the world, cause yk, u are duh) suggestive (no nsfw), sitting in lap, swearing, leona being suggestive and the little freak he is, all of them are a bit handsy, cuddling

characters: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, and malleus

riddle rosehearts🌹

-tries to be so calm, but his face is bright red

-this is gonan be a real difficult unhappy birthday for him with you wearing a low cut and open formal wear (a dress or button up, whatever you guys prefer<3)

-ace and catter get on his ass about how flustered he gets (usually when his face is this red hes about collar someone..)

-yells at ace when he inevitably tries to make flirty remarks, even though its just to rile him up

-tries to play resonsible and collected housewarden in front of the others.. but he loves it

-physically cannot make a move or comment because hes too nervous, would keep his hand in yours or on you in some way just cause hes glad your his (ur so nice lookin)

when ace had suggested that you and the main group from heartsyble took a trip to the beach, it was a excuse to finally go swimming. finals had been stressing you all out and with a little persuasion from you, riddle was ok with a beach day reset.

that's how you got here, laying on a towel under a beach umbrella talking to cater about your guys magicam feeds as riddle and trey horribly beat ace and deuce at a game of beach volleyball.

after a while riddle called cater over to take his place, he walked over and sat next to you. as you glanced over you saw he was more rigid than normal, "you ok riddle.." you set a hand on his shoulder and he jumped. "y-yes! im completely fine" you spoke quickly and turned his face away from you.

your eyebrows scrunched as you sat up, placing a hand on his jaw and turning his face towards you, you almost laughed once your realized how red his face was, "oh my.. did they first years make you upset?" you noticed his eyes widen before flicking to your chest and back up to your eyes quickly, realization dawned on your face as you smiled at him, "seriously?"

he groaned and leaned forward, resting his forehead on your bare shoulder, "its not my fault, you look really good, my rose" he mumbled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. you giggled, running a hand through his bright rose colored locks, placing a kiss on his head, "thank you, love".

leona kingscholar🦁

-could not care less

-i mean he does, but hes so nonchalant about it

-hes not nervous or anxious, he openly makes sly comments the whole time about how good you look (little shit thinks its just for him)

-constantly keeps a hand on your thigh, around your waist, resting on your hip, this man doesnt care he will show to everyone your his if yall are in public

-so grabby..

-will make you lay with him/on him while he takes a nap

you sat in savanaclaw, as usual most days where you ended up after classes. typically leona would already be with you, dragging you to his room right after classes so he could nap in his own room with his partner. but today he got dragged to a housewarden meeting by ruggie, so that left you waiting in his room for him to come back.

what youd never understand was why it was always so hot here.. you get its a dessert but the heat is ridiculous considering they have magic. the heat caused you to wear less than normal, shorts and a lose top that was leonas that slid down and showed collarbone and parts of your chest.

you layed sprawled across his bed, trying to beat the heat by scrolling on magicam, stalking caters perfect page. your scrolling was interrupted by his door opening, looking up to see leona striding his way in and slamming the door behind him. he crawled onto his bed and leaned over you, "been waiting long herbavore?"

you shook your head, smiling as you leaned up to peck his lips "not at all.. just hot as fuck" he smirked, letting out a low chuckle as he flopped down next to you, "yeayea, i know, you sensitive humans"

you slapped his chest, flipping over to set your chin on his chest to glare at him, "its not my fault, its always so-" you were cut off as leona captured your lips with his, holding your hips. you groaned and rolled your eyes while kissing him back, annoyed at being cut off.. this little shit.. when you pulled back he was smirking, "whats that for? miss me or something?".

he let out a small 'tsk', pulling your hips to straddle his waist. you smiled and leaned down, crossing your arms on his chest and resting your chin on your arms, "you know i did, you also happen to be wearing my shirt, and showing a little more than usual herbivore.. was it just for me?" he smirked at his own words, laughing as your face flushed and you hit his bicep, "leona-!"

azul ashengrotto🫧

-he knew something was up when the twins were acting shady all day (more so than normal)

-the monstro lounge had an event that night and the twins had gotten you a uniform with more skin showing, saying it was for the theme

-doesnt know what to do with himself, locks himself in the VIP lounge for a majority of the time cause hes just sat there with his head on his desk, completely red faced

-this poor man is rocked to his core when he does come out, and floyd wont let up on fucking with him

-"dont you think shrimpy looks good boss?" than suddenly the twins turned to an only child (JOKING)

"floyd, can you lay off his for like two seconds" you scolded, arms crossed over your chest as you watched azul walked away from floyd and back towards the VIP lounge. ever since they put you in this stupid revealing uniform for tonights event floyds been tugging on azul, constantly. "c'mon shrimpy.. its funnyy~" he teased as he leaned onto your shoulder.

you rolled your eyes at him, shoving his elbow off your shoulder, "jade, watch him" you spoke behind you as you made your way back to the VIP lounge, back to his office to check on him.. these idiots are trying to kill him

you knocked on the door before hearing a small 'come in', cracking open the door to his office you saw azul sat at his desk. hand tangled in his hair as his elbow leaned on his desk, the other hand holding a pen that was frantically scrawling across an agreement paper he was working on,, guaranteed trying to rope another first year into a deal.

your lips quirked into a small smile as you shut the door and locked it, no way in hell were you letting the twins fuck with him more tonight. you walked to his desk, sitting in the chair opposite of him, "you seem stressed az..". you almost laughed at how hard his head snapped up when he realized it was you.

"ah- hello angelfish.. h-how are you?" you quirked an eyebrow at his words, leaning back in your chair as you watched his eyes flash between your chest and eyes, "your playing this real calm". he groaned and buried his face in his hands. you rolled your eyes before walking to his side of the desk standing between his legs, pushing aside the documents on his desk before sitting on the desk in front of him.

he kept quietly groaned as he rested his head in your lap, arms wrapped around your hips, "those stupid shady twins, im gonna kill them.. theyre on busser for a month.. they did this.." he mumbled almost incoherently into your uniform. you just sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "ah yes.. cause your absolutely hating this.." you remarked to his complaints. "maybe i wouldnt mind it if it was just for me.. you look good angelfish..", you giggled at his response "just for you next time, promise"

kalim al asim💧

-hes so energetic about it

-our favorite golden retriver

-will hype you up the whole time yall are at the dorm, the second you walked out in slightly more revealing clothes.. he was all over you

-hugging you, kissing your cheek, he doesnt care, he just thinks you look so good

-jamil is so over hearing him talk about you (he secretly grateful you take some things off his plate.. hed never say that though)

-would proably be at a dorm party that he was throwing

you were in the kitchen talking to jamil about your classes, asking him about his family- this was a normal occurrence between you two. both of you tended to stay in the shadows while kalim stayed in the light before everyone.

as you sat on the counter, trying samples of the food he was making for the dorm party, you heard the door to the kitchen slam open, "where have you guys been?" he ran over to you, standing between your legs, "i missed you so much.. and you look so good!", a big smile covered his face as his hands slipped around your hips, his lips placing quick kisses on your cheeks.

you giggled, playing with the hair at the base of his neck, "i was just keeping jamil company.. do you want me to come out with you?". he just shook his head, leaning forward to lean on your chest as he spoke, "nah, i know you guys like the quiet.. id like to see you afterwards though.. you look very nice". you knew he was being a little extra clingy cause you were showing more skin today.. it was nice though.

you smiled at his compliment, noticing a small blush on his cheeks as he pulled away from your chest. you opened your mouth to speak before you saw a wooden spoon hit kalims head, he winced and held the back of his head, "jamil~". you looked past kalim and saw the vice with his arms crossed on his chest, "stop being freaky with the prefect in my kitchen". you giggled as he turned away from you, suddenly whining to jamil about how pretty you were while he just stood there looking unimpressed.. these boys

vil schoenheit🧺

-he couldnt care less (like hes not possessive about it like leona would be, he absolutely does care tho)

-will show skin with you lowkey

-helps you pick out the outfit that shows skin

-he loves it when others think his partners attractive (power couple who?)

-would break his own rules just to stay with you longer

-yall would be getting ready for an event together thats for vils modeling jobs

-(almost dont make it to the event)

you sat at his vanity, touching up your makeup (still gender-nuteral kids, whatever you prefer) as he got changed. whipping a hand to the corner of your lips as you saw his reflection come to vision in the mirror behind you. his outfit had his collarbone and a bit of his chest out, similar to yours..

you smiled, moving a piece of your hair out of your face and pinning it back "vil.. my love, are you trying to match with me?" he feigned shook, a hand on his almost bare chest, "i would never poison, who do you take me for?"

you rolled your eyes at his theatrics as you stood, standing before him as you looked up. wrapping your arms around his shoulders, "ok maybe i was trying to match. can you blame me? you look divine.." you rolled your eyes at his flattery, brushing a stray hair from in front of his eyes. as your hand was coming down he caught it in his, pulling your knuckles to his lips.

he placed a kiss to your knuckles, keeping eye contact with you as he left a small red mark behind on your hand, "would it be that much of a shame to miss this event..". you looked at him unimpressed, leaning up to peck his cheek, "yes, yes it will.. and your manager will kill me" you attempted to reason with him as you turned away.

before you could get far you felt his grab your wrist, puling you back into his chest. his fingers brushed under your chin, making your eyes meet his, "we can be a little late though" you rolled your eyes while smiling, giving into him, "fine.. a little late." you mumbled before pushing your lips to his.. (yall got yelled at so bad for being 30min late)

idia shround🎧

-are you trying to set the ignyhide dorms on fire?

-are you trying to set yourself on fire?

-are you trying.. alright ill stop

-nah seriously though, it was a thoughtless decision

-it was just hanging around his dorm with him playing video games in pjs and you didnt even think about it

-man is gonna pass out with like an anime nosebleed type shit

-does it matter that you guys have been together for so long and hes actually normal and comfortable around you? nope. hes fine until he realizes how much skin is out

-would never admit it out loud.. but he loves it

you walked into his dorm room, pj pants and hid hoodie on top, "idiaa.. what we playing tonight?" you questioned as you flopped onto his bed getting out your switch. you looked up to see him locked into the game he was already playing before you got there, rolling your eyes you starting playing your own game. a comfortable silence covered you two as it did most nights.

after a while it started to get hot in his room.. i swear its his hair.. you set down your switch and slipped his hoodie over your head, a tank top on underneath. you rolled your head, yawning as you glanced at his clock, 1:27 it read, shit it was late already.

you knew it was smart to go back to rhamshackle soon, but you wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend before that. you stood from his bed, walking to be behind his chair, your body sluming forward. your arms fell around his shoulders, laying on his chest as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck, "idia.." you mumbled, placing small kisses on his pale neck, "i gotta go soon.. cmere"

he jumped slightly at your kisses, his hand coming up to rest on yours, "i-i didnt relize it was so late.." he finished up his raid with you wrapped around the top half of his body. when he was done he got up to switch off his light, following you to his bed so you guys could lay down together for a bit before you left.

he got under his covers, opening his arm for you to lay on his chest. you quickly look his offer, laying your head on his chest, your arm laying across his waist, and your leg hooking onto his. you hummed at his warmth as his arm wrapped around your waist.. only than did he realize that he could feel your.. bare skin? once the realization set in that you were wearing a tank top he froze, blushing profusely, "you- you didnt say you were- i- this is boss level actions-" his hair flared slightly at his words as he buried his face in your hair, he cant handle all that without warning (your too fine)

Malleus draconia🐉

-is so excited

-smiles so brightly as you stand by his side

-lilia happily watches as he spins you around and shows you off to him, silver and sebek

-happens during a little picnic he planned for you

-he got distracted staring at your chest a couple times.. not in like a creepy way though, in a, he doesnt realize its bad and thinks hes just admiring his partner way

you giggled as you stumbled a little, malleus hands covering your eyes as he guided you to a 'surprise', "are we almost there mal..". he didnt say a word as you guys stopped walking and he let his hands drop from your eyes, resting on your hips as he stood behind you.

your eyes widened as you took in the scene, a picnic blanket and foot set out under a tree in the gardens of diasmonia dorm. fairy lights hung from the surrounding trees. you turned to face him and were faced with a small wrapped bouquet of your favorite flowers, you took them slowly as you looked up at him, "mal.. this-this is perfect" you reached up, cupping his jaw and pecking his cheek.

he smiled softly, his hands resting on your waist, "only the best for you beloved.. you look perfect". you smiled up at him, resting your head on his chest as you hugged him.

after your thanks were over he moved you guys to the blanket, sitting across from each other. you went back and forth trying the different foods he brought and talking about your guys weeks. as you were talking about your potions class with silver you noticed his eyes continue to wander between your eyes and chest.. you leaned forward and waved a hand in front of his eyes lightly, "you ok? you seem.. out of it", you let your hand fall to hold his in his lap.

as you looked up you were shocked, you never thought youd see a day where you made him flush, but here it was. you locked eyes with him as it registered that he was blushing. your malleus was blushing. his eyes widened at you calling him to attention, his hand squeezing yours as he avoided your gaze quickly, "y-yes. im quite alright beloved.. i didnt think id be so affected by you this evening is all."

you let out a laugh at his words, "im yours mal, your aloud to look when i dress up for you." he nodded at your words, "i see.." you rolled your eyes, smiling as he brought your hand up to his lips to brush a kiss to the top of your hand. he kept your hand up as he looked at you, "does this mean i am aloud to request that you wear that top more often..". you flushed at his words (back to normal), "of course mal.."

[minimomoe]

How to Train your Demon

Pairing: trueform! Sukuna x Fem Reader

Summary: Life has all kinds of wins and losses. You don't know which category to put your new demon husband in though.

Tags: MDNI!, red string of fate trope, true form sukuna, librarian reader, soul mates, reincarnation, accidental summoning, love at first sight (but it's one-sided (until it's not)), Sukuna is demon, but he's v much in love, smut and stuff eventually i guess....

AN: smut in this chapter!! p in v sex, fingering, creampie, trueform sukuna still but it's pretty tame. lemme know if i forgot anything

Part: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.

Revisit rule: "Develop a Commanding Voice"?

When seated at the dining table your mind was too full to eat. Not only did Sukuna’s lustful words bounce around in your head, but a sensible, more pressing thought pushed itself to the forefront. 

The book that Sukuna came from was no longer lost. 

You shifted in your seat. Uraume looked at you with a slight frown. 

“Is the food not to your liking, ma’am?”

“No. I mean, the food is fine, Uraume, that’s not really the problem,” you sighed. “And why are you standing over there? Where’s your plate?”

“They don’t eat in front of us,” Sukuna answered for Uraume. 

“At least sit down. There’s no reason for you to stand over there.” 

“I have other chores I must attend to,” they politely declined with a bow. 

“Wait. I wanted to ask you something. Well, the both of you,” you said with a hint of gloominess that Sukuna picked up on immediately. Uraume carefully sat down at the chair in front of you and you twisted your hands in your lap as you voiced what was troubling your mind. 

“Now that we have the cursed book back… what now? What is the end goal?”

You held your tongue back from asking the main question you had on your mind. 

Are you going to leave me?

You’ve known him for a week at most. You shouldn’t be so worried if he went back to where he belongs. You could go back to life as it was with you, Cleo, and your totally normal, mundane, sans demonic partner life. That was what you were trying to make yourself believe, but the thought of Sukuna no longer being around anymore tightens your chest more than you’d care to admit. 

“Uraume informed me of the bind that was put on me. It is rather simple. It can only be done by the one who is my soulmate, but when broken I will become human. Mortal body without powers.”

“You’ll be like me?” You looked at Uraume and they nodded slowly as an answer. “How about you Uraume? What will happen to you if this bind is broken?”

“I will also become mortal.”

“Do you want that?” You asked quietly. “Would you mind being human?”

“I cannot leave you to fend for yourself.”

You bristled at his words. “I’ve been doing just fine without you.”

“Of course you have. You wouldn’t be my wife if you couldn’t,” he grinned. You lost your despondent tone at the slight mention of you lacking anything. He lived to rile you up in harmless ways. If it diverted your attention away from whatever troubled your heart he’d gladly take your sharp words with a smile. 

“You should make the decision on your own. Don’t let me influence you,” you huffed out. 

“I do as I please and I am staying here,” Sukuna shrugged. Cleo emerged from her hiding spot to climb in his lap and he gently caressed your ragdoll cat with a content look. “I can’t open my domain and I do not sense anyone with cursed energy. Times have truly changed.” 

“I’m happy to hear that,” you muttered. It was hard to hide the relief that flooded your veins. You brushed your feet on the side of Sukuna’s leg under the table. It was supposed to be a tender gesture, but it made his eyes darken and he handed Cleo over to Uraume. 

“Get out,” he ordered. Sukuna’s eyes never left yours as Uraume disappeared with your cat tucked under their arm. 

“I didn’t finish my food,” you started. 

“You never wanted to eat. Come here.” 

Sukuna grabbed one of the legs of your chair and dragged you to his side. The wood screeched to a halt when he could no longer bring you any closer, so his hands found your waist to hoist you on the table. You were barely able to shove his plate of untouched food out of the way before you could sit on it. 

“Really? On the table?”

“We can do the floor instead,” he offered, his lips already finding the pulse in your neck. Your fingers carded through the short hair on his nape, holding him closer. Soft moans fell out of your mouth that Sukuna covered with a salacious kiss. You parted your legs wider to cage him in, and his sets of hands found tasks to do. Shirt, pants, and panties were torn off your body, leaving nothing hidden from Sukuna. 

You were on display for him, fully undressed and dripping to the touch. He hunched over you, sucking and biting your lips, his hands trailing all over your body. You arched your back off of the table, your arousal building in your lower stomach. The tips of Sukuna’s nails scraped up your thighs, reaching for the apex of your thighs, and you briefly broke the kiss to complain. 

“Your nails are too long. They can’t go inside.” 

“You have never complained before.” 

You cocked your eyebrow up. “Times have changed.” Hearing his own words echoed back at him prompted Sukuna to bite your shoulder. It was harmless, not enough to break any skin, but enough to wipe the smug smile off of your face with a shaky hiss. He focused the pad of his thumb on your swollen clit, circling the sensitive nerves with the type of precision to show that he has done this before. You gasped, clawing his arms with curses falling from your lips. Tears welled in your eyes and threatened to decorate the bottom half of your face. Despite your attempts to wiggle out of his arms, Sukuna made sure you took all that he was giving to you. 

“Fuck me already,” you gritted out. 

Sukuna looked up at you with your hardened nipple in his mouth. He pulled back his lips on the bud, leaving his sharp teeth encircling the bud, an action that sent shivers down your spine. “I will break you if you rush me,” he said in a low warning tone. 

His voice was husky with arousal. You held your bottom lip between your teeth before releasing it in a pout, still writhing under his touch. With as much energy as you could muster you cupped his face with both hands to bring him to your lips to lock them in an embrace. You released his face to scrape your nails down his broad chest, his abdomen, then held his hardening length.  

“Come on, Sukuna,” you purred in a saccharine voice. His cock was hot, heavy, and much larger than anything you had ever held but it only excited you. You stroked and kissed his tightening jaw, licked the vein that was prominent on his neck and watched him close his eyes for a moment . “Haven’t you waited long enough?”

It was admirable of you to want to climax at the same time, but it was not possible at all. Sukuna knew that you could not take him just yet, and put all his effort in making you come first. You fell apart at the seams, shaking in his arms. Sukuna watched carefully as you murmured his name over and over again through clenched teeth. He brought his drenched fingers up to his mouth to lick clean while tremors ran through your body. He barely gave you a break, moving back to the chair with you sitting on his lap, and his eyes swimming with lust. 

“You talked as if you knew what you wanted, so take it.” 

His length stood up straight, the tip leaky with pre-cum. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips. You grabbed his cock with a firm grip, pumping it slowly while thumbing the slit. Hands, hands, and more hands, found the small of your waist, your lower back, cupped your ass as you positioned yourself over the head of his cock to steady you, guide you. 

“It wouldn’t kill you to be a little more romantic, would it?” 

You whispered it in his mouth, not really expecting an answer. With your hands on his shoulders you slowly took inch after inch of his length, aided with your essence from your first orgasm running down your thighs to help you take in his girth, but it still wasn’t enough. The tears that you were barely able to hold back the first time stained your face, clumping your lashes together in tiny little spikes as you blinked them away. 

“And how would I do that?” Sukuna asked. He caught a tear with his thumb and brought the salty liquid to his tongue. “Be more romantic?” You sucked in a shaky breath to say, “K-kiss me?”

The trembling of your voice directed all the blood in Sukuna’s body to his cock, making him swell in size. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open. They were screwed shut as you focused on breathing. 

“Say that again,” Sukuna ordered. 

“I want you to kiss me,” you begged. It was just as good as hearing it the first time. Your fingernails dug into his shoulders. You bit your bottom lip harshly, swallowing more of his length just to see that you were still only halfway down when you opened your eyes. Sukuna chuckeld darkly when you let out a frustrated groan.

“Dammit Sukuna, kiss me already.”

And kiss you he did. Your head spun with his ardent dominance. Sukuna’s lips covered yours like he was trying to eat you alive. He lifted you up, laying you flat on the table, and fitted himself inside of you at a better angle than when you were on top, an angle that blurred your vision because it perfectly pressed where you needed the most. You clawed at his back with each of his thrusts. His hips snapped against you, each stroke nudging your clit and chipping away at your sanity. The table creaked wearily below you from the weight of your bodies. 

Sukuna growled in your ear, his own release closing in on him. You tied your legs around his waist as best you could, not wanting to separate before the best part. 

“You are mine,” he stated. It was a fact like how the sky was blue. You hastily nodded, too overcome with emotion to answer vocally. He knew your voice would fail you but still Sukuna pushed for your response by grasping your chin.

“Y-yours. I’m yours,” you gasped. As soon as those words were uttered you fell off the precipice of passion Sukuna carried you up to. You fell apart at the seams, sobbing in his arms as you came undone, and Sukuna closely chased his high behind you until you felt his warmth fill your insides. An exchange of heavy pants filled the air until yours finally leveled out. Sukuna gathered you up in his arms, carrying your limp body to sit on top of him in the dining chair once again. His chest made a perfect pillow for you to rest your head while you waited for your heart rate to slow down. You winced when you shifted in his lap, the beginning effects of your coupling settling in your bones. Sukuan’s hands rubbed soothing lines down your back. 

“You almost fucked me through the table. That’s a first,” you chuckled. 

Sukuna snorted. “You made me wait long before consummating our marriage.”

“What an unholy matrimony,” you yawned. You felt heavy like your bones doubled in density and your eyes couldn't hold themselves open for much longer. Sukuna peered down at you. 

“You finally made peace with the fact. What made you change your mind?”

“Sukuna, we’re butt naked in my dining room and you’re still inside of me. I think I should just be honest with myself for once in my life, no matter how absurd this is. Plus, you’re not all that bad to have around.”

A wave of embarrassment  crashed on your head when you heard your words out loud. “Oh god. I have to wipe down this place with bleach. And Uraume! They probably heard us,” you groaned. 

“It is nothing they haven’t heard before. We used to be worse,” Sukuna smirked. 

Horror filled your eyes. “Worse?!”

Sukuna lifted you up and began to make way towards your bedroom. Every footstep sent shocks of pleasure to your core as he didn’t bother to remove himself from your thighs. He carefully managed to lay you in bed, your body flush on his chest. “Days at a time we would spend locked away. Uraume was the only one allowed near to bring food and water.” 

“Unbelievable,” you scoffed. “So what, you mean to tell me you can go again?”

“How did you say it earlier? I could fuck you through this tiny bed of yours,” he said in a low tone.

Your ears flashed hot at his words. You covered his face with your hands and pushed him away. Of all the more modern sayings he could have picked up, that one just had to be his first. 

“Not so fast, big guy. I still got work in the morning.”

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[moonstruckme]

Congrats on 8k!!! You deserve all the love and more <3 also the holiday/winter theme is so so so cute!! Literally cannot even begin to describe how much I adore you and your talent and the fact that you give back and share your wonderful writing with us makes me so unbelievably happy <3

Can I request a hot cocoa drabble with Remus and the prompt wrapping paper from the 2nd list? Much love to you!! And congratulations again!!

I adore you! Ty for requesting angel <3

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 653 words

You watch out of the corner of your eye as Remus carefully folds the wrapping paper over itself, lining the triangle up against the side of his box. He curses. 

You giggle. “How are you so regimented and so bad at this?” 

“Hush.” He rolls his eyes, reaching across you for the tape. “It’s fine.” 

“The label is showing,” you say, trying to be gentle but only hitting amused. “You can’t leave it like that, she’s gonna know what it is.” 

“I’ll cut a square of wrapping paper to cover that part.” 

“Another patch job?” You shake your head at him, grinning. “Rem, I can’t let you bring these to the function. They’re an embarrassment.” 

“The function,” says Remus, cutting through the wrapping paper with a pointed slice, “is already going to have gifts wrapped by James, which always look like he’s let Harry do them, and Sirius is most likely going to bring his in bags. I guarantee ours won’t be the worst there.” 

“It’s just a little embarrassing,” you murmur, really only teasing him. You start folding a ribbon into gentle curves on the top of your box. “I thought I had this really competent boyfriend, but…” 

“Didn’t I tell you to hush?” Remus asks, but his laughter betrays him. The light from your tree smoothes out the lines of his face, his eyes warm and glittering and lashes kissing at the corners. You wish suddenly that you had a camera on hand, but there’s no chance film could capture how perfectly happy he looks.

Remus smooths tape over his patch of wrapping paper with swift, vaguely menacing movements. “I’ll have you know, I am very competent,” he says. 

“It’s gonna take a knife to open that with all the tape on it,” you observe solemnly.

“I am very competent,” he repeats, and you suck in a breath when he locks his hands around your ankles, dragging you to him with one swift motion. You can forget how strong Remus is, sometimes. He’s not very physical usually, but you’ve riled him into playfulness. “You ask Lily tomorrow who the most competent man in her home is, and you get back to me on what she says, yeah?” 

“Well,” you’re giggling, caught under his stern gaze and bubbling with giddy anticipation, “if you limit it to the men, the bar can’t be very high. Lily and I are more competent than the three of you.” 

“How do you figure?” 

“You can look at my gifts, for starters.” 

Remus has an excellent poker face. He squeezes your calf at the jab, and your nervous giggling intensifies. “We’ll see how you feel about your competence when you make your own tea tomorrow.” 

“No wait! Wait.” You get into his lap, trying your hardest to school your features into some sort of contrition. Smooth your hands up and down his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I love you. Have I told you I love you lately?” 

“Not without ulterior motive,” Remus says drily. 

Your lips turn down in a real frown. “That’s not true.” 

“No.” He rolls his eyes, grunting as he pulls you further up his lap. “It’s not, lovely. What, you’re the only one who gets to tease?” 

“Mhm,” you hum, teasing. 

Remus chuffs like you’re something else, but his lips touching to your nose are gentle. “So what if I’m not the best at wrapping? You can’t make your own tea.” 

“I can…it’s just not as good as when you do it.” 

“Some could argue that’s a much more everyday sort of competence, dove.” 

You make a quiet scoff of protest, not very convincing. Remus smiles. His hands stroke your sides. 

“So. We’re going to put my gifts under James and Lily’s tree without complaint, hm?” 

You feel your nose wrinkle. “Without any complaint? I feel like some damage control is necessary.” 

“Remember your tea.” 

You sigh, rolling your eyes. “Right. No complaints here.”

[i2ycat]

clingy

pairing bf!jungwon x fem!reader synopsis jungwon as your boyfriend who is overly clingy and just can’t ever get enough of you genre established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff warnings none main masterlist

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clingy bf!jungwon is 100% the type to keep you in bed until you realise that you’re late for class or work, but even then, he’s sneaky enough to keep you staying put

“can you stay here forever?” he asks groggily, the morning evident in his voice as he snuggles into the crevice of your neck

the warmth he radiates in the dead of winter makes you want to not get out of bed at all, and especially not in the morning cold, so you mumble quietly, “just 10 minutes.”

and like that, 2 hours magically pass by…

even when you’re busy with class or work, best bet that jungwon is blowing up your phone about how he misses you or how badly he wants to be in your arms right now

before he dated you, he didn’t really like physical affection or even hugging for that matter, but after meeting you, you’ve got him hooked… you think you’re clingy? wait until you meet yang jungwon

you’ve pervaded every part of his life and thoughts that anything he sees, he immediately gets reminded of you… like he’s just so down bad for you

he follows you around the house or around the supermarket when you’re shopping for groceries like a lost puppy

when you’re apart for more than an hour or two, he starts getting extreme y/n withdrawal… like he PHYSICALLY cannot live without you by his side (someone pls put him in a rerun of ‘my strange addiction’)

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he would always find his way into your arms no matter the place, the situation or the people around, my guy does not give a fuck!

by extension, jungwon gets jealous easily and is super possessive of you

he honestly amps the physical affection up in public just to show everyone that you’re his, and he’s yours…

when he does get jealous, he gets all pouty and furrows his brows, staring at you with that look in his eyes that make you melt away because he’s just so darn adorable

his jealousy is actually so endearing that you sometimes don’t give him the attention he wants just to rile him up and see him get all sulky for you

there would be one instance when you would be chatting with a junior about your courses, and in jungwon’s eyes, they would be standing way too close for his comfort, so he immediately stares the both of you down until you eventually notice a pair of killer eyes

you look at him amused and immediately excuse yourself from your junior, walking up to him with crossed arms

“what is it now?”

“he was standing way too close to you.”

“he’s just my junior, wonie.”

“still! what if he likes you?”

“then i would tell him that i’m already dating the best boyfriend ever, duh.” you say as you envelop him into a hug, kissing him in the cheeks in the process

jungwon just loves to be in your presence, nothing could ever even come close to you in any and every sense… to him, you guys are end game

when jungwon is going through a particularly hard time, his number one therapy would be you

he would show up at your dorm, head hung low and hair unusually tousled into a mess. over the years you’ve been together, you immediately knew the drill — bring him into your arms and stay like that for hours, maybe even play a studio ghibli film in the background as you eat ice cream in the comfort of your bed

no matter how much jungwon hugs you, he just can’t ever get enough of it. people always ask him if he gets sick of the physical touch, and he just replies simply with, “never.”

other than his very obvious love language, jungwon also likes to spoil you with gifts, especially oversized teddy bears, because to him, it can act as his replacement when he’s not there…

but before he even gifts it to you, he would snuggle with it for a week or two straight so that by the time you receive it, it’ll smell and feel like he’s actually there in your bed with you

he’s so used to hearing you calling him by your nickname for him, that when you use his real name, it literally breaks his heart

“jungwon, can you hand-“

“jungwon? who?”

“what do you mean ‘who’? that’s literally your name?” you look at him confused

“no i’m not jungwon, i’m your baby? get it right. and what happened to ‘won’ or ‘wonie’?”

“baby, can you pease hand me the remote?”

“that’s better.” he LITERALLY starts smiling like this ‘😊’ and presses a kiss on your forehead

he loves you so much and will do anything and everything to show you that he loves you and cares for you so much

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[aklaustaleteller]

On One Condition

Klaus feels bad for messing up Y/n's exam preparation schedule, so he asks her what it is that he can do to 'earn her forgiveness'. Yet somehow, he manages to put up a condition when she asks him to help her with an art project...

Warnings - none, really.

Word Count - 1.4k

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So, I was rewriting an old fic when I decided to write a little backstory, i.e. this fic, and I hope you guys like it! I'll be posting part two within the next two days so yay!

Update: You can now read part two here!

She was something else, a feisty one who liked a good chase. And Klaus should've noted that from miles away. But he was too deep in now, and he wasn't going to back down until he had her.

He was waiting outside the school to catch Stefan, have a chat with him and warn him against trying to harm him because telling him off meant telling off the entire group, and Klaus found that lovely.

And he had just caught sight of Stefan when he saw her behind him, her hair bun not so tight as hair stands fell out and framed her face. She was walking with another girl who seemed to be trying profusely to convince Y/n of something -- probably a party if Klaus were to guess but he felt himself tuning in when she walked in a closer range to him.

"I really cannot do it, Vicki. Please try to understand that I'm myself giving exams right now," he heard her say, and then saw as she put her hand on her shoulders. There was softness in her voice that he'd never wished previously to be directed at him.

Bringing her in for a hug, Y/n explained herself again, as if she felt bad for denying whatever it was that Vicky wanted. "I would've helped you out had I not missed out on my preparation earlier. I’ve quite literally been studying the night before for each exam." She smiled, with what emotion Klaus couldn't quite see, but he found it beautiful, nonetheless.

"Why don't you ask Elena? I'm sure that way you'll bump into Jeremy a couple times as well," Y/n grinned, passing the squinting brunette a quick wink before turning back towards the exit with a sigh of relief.

Though it only took a couple steps for her to bump into Klaus, not so accidently. She'd seen him the moment she'd gotten out of the gates, and the fact that she had to pass him in order to reach her car only made her feel... more positive, let’s say.

She hadn't gone out of her way to slam into him, but he had. And the only other thing she has to blame is her spiteful walk that led the one library book she'd borrowed to topple out of her grip.

"Klaus, back off," she gritted, quickly picking up her book and moving once he did.

"It's not my fault, you know, that you bumped into me," Klaus said with a lure in his voice that suggested he just wanted to rile her up. "I'd apologize to me," he shrugged, a lopsided grin pulling up on his face when he noticed her turning.

"I'd tell you to go fuck yourself but that'd be a cruel and unusual punishment," she bit back, pressing her key to unlock the car.

"Please, save your breath. You'd probably need it to blow up your next date," Klaus teased, remembering the night Klaus had crashed her date and scared off the guy by doing nothing, really.

Sighing, Y/n gripped the steering wheel of her car and closed her eyes for a second. "Say something else and this book will become a lethal weapon," her voice was agitated as she warned him, and when he truly backed away with a proud grin on his face, she finally pulled back and drove home, daring to spare him a glance in her rear-view mirrors, an angry blush creeping up her neck when she caught his eyes.

Once she reached home, she didn't bother to lay out her clothes before jumping into her shower. Still, she buttoned up a loose striped cotton shirt and pulled her underwear up her legs. It didn't take her long to just decide on a pair of pyjama shorts.

After a good bowl of salad for lunch, she brought out her schoolwork to just do it on the porch considering the nice weather. But of course, that was a mistake because soon into her immersive study session, she was disturbed by loud clashing noises coming from the house across hers, Elena's house.

Taking a deep breath, she was just getting up when she caught sight of Damon and Stefan inside the house, speeding towards each other. It was purely for the dramatics, she was sure, considering the fact they wouldn't kill each other, they simply didn't have it in them.

She just felt sorry for Elena's dishes, maybe some of her furniture as well.

Twisting the knob she had just pushed the door in to go back inside the house when she heard a voice behind her. "Too noisy, aren't they?"

Klaus.

"You already messed up my preparation schedule once, Klaus. Do not dare to do it again," she said calmly, though her grip on the knob was probably tighter than normal.

With that, she decided to cross the line and enter her home. Then she turned around to face him, but he didn't seem to be in the mood to mess with her either.

"I came here to apologise, and perhaps, make up for the troubles I've caused you," he admitted, looking at her with such sincere eyes that she could've given in right then.

"And how do you plan on doing that? Plus, if this is a joke, I still have that book with me."

"You tell me what it is that will earn me your forgiveness," he said dramatically, making her look down to hide something from him, maybe a smile.

Opening the door wider, she looked at him and then hesitated a little. "Don't make me regret this," she said. "Come in, please."

Klaus was caught a bit off guard but managed to get inside, his eyes wandering right away to take in her house.

"I'm not sure how to word this really, so I'm just going to say it." Taking a breath, she sat on one of the dining table chairs and urged for him to do so too, getting a little flustered when he took the one right by her side and shifted so that he was turned towards her.

"What is it, love?"

"This might be a little ridiculous for you but it's very serious for me," she told him while maintaining eye contact to make sure he understood the situation.

Klaus simply nodded for her to go on, now leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.

"I know you paint, quite impressively, might I add but that's not the point here," she quickly shut the topic before Klaus could tease her.

"The point is, I have this art project that I said yes to under pressure because my favourite teacher asked me to. But were you to see even my handwriting, you'd know I'm no good at it. The most I can draw is a stick figure and even that's wonky sometimes," she admitted bashfully.

"I used to have a friend who'd do it for me, but she left town last year and now... I don't really have anyone who would," she let out a breath at that, her eyes closed in anticipation of his answer.

"So, you wish for me to help you out with this said art project?"

Sitting stiffly, she nodded.

"Okay then. I'll do it... but what is it?"

"Oh great!" She cheered; happiness evident on her face. "It's supposed to be this super zoomed in image of either a grapefruit, or a pomegranate."

Klaus leaned back in his chair then, sighing as he considered it. "I will do it on one condition," he proposed.

"And that is?"

"You will stay with me in my studio when I'm painting it," he shrugged, as if it wasn't so much a big deal.

"But were you not doing this for my forgiveness?" She narrowed her eyes, but when he began to get off the chair, she struggled for some answer to come out of her mouth before he could leave.

"Okay, okay! I will!" She agreed immediately, sitting back down in defeat when he remained standing, a smile on his face.

"I'll go now." He said, walking backwards towards the door and he could see the uncertainty in her eyes. He could've teased her about it but decided against it.

"Come by my house tomorrow, around three or four… your wish," he said before turning to open the door.

He turned back to see her reaction and a smile crept up on his mouth when he saw her smiling back at him.

"I will," she told him while waving him goodbye, stopping just before he sped off with his dead heart beating a mile an hour. 

[sinnamongirls]

smut under the cut, 18+ minors dni

dilf!patrick who is SUCH a loverboy. always making sure you’re happy, satisfied. he’d die at your feet if it meant making his angel happy. he adores praising you, always calling you his pretty girl, his angel, his lucky star. you’re always so good for him, so pretty. made for him. and only him. and you eat that shit up— breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

but he also cannot deal with you being snarky or sassy. sure, if you two had dated when he was younger, he may have let you take control, be dominant, but now? you run that mouth at him and, oh you’ve fucked up. bad. and sometimes, he does rile you up, just so he can pin you down on his king sized bed, let your pretty body rest underneath him ontop of his (real) egyptian cotton sheets, and honestly? when he has you like this, he can’t help but laugh, his thumb on your bottom lip. “where’s that smart mouth now, hmm? come on, angel. I don’t have you gagged yet, you can speak your piece.” and you just, mumble. and he cocks his head. “what was that, sweetheart?” and you swear to god every time he lets his thick, real, new york accent out— usually when he’s pissed, depressed, or really turned on— it makes you about 20 times wetter. you mumble again, this time clearer and more intelligible: “I’m sorry.” and at that point, patrick cups your face in his hands, and he just kisses you. kisses you like he’s fucking starving.

“atta girl, it’s never as hard as you make it, is it?”

you shake your head no. and he smiles.

“you want me to fuck you now? tie you to my bed?” he didn’t always tie you to the bed, but usually when you’ve been a bratty piece of shit all week, he equates that to you being stressed at work. and when you’re stresssd, you want patrick to fuck you so hard you forget your name. when the two of you first started dating, he used his tie. that came out of convenience, he didn’t have anything else, and he knew how to tie your wrists safely. but now it turned you on.

because, think about it: you’re dating patrick zweig, one of new york’s most eligible bachelors, an employee of a fortune 500 company, and he’s fucking loaded, why wouldn’t you wanna be reminded about how fucking lucky you are every time he fucks you?

“yeah. tie me to the bed, please.” you’re fucking ready, the expensive (and skimpy) lingerie you’re wearing is begging to be ripped off, and this is when you remember, he’s fully clothed on top of you. his suits are a great look on him, but you wanted to see his chest, his shoulders, his happy trail, his cock.

he undoes his tie faster than you can blink. his suit jacket gets chucked somewhere on the floor, and your hands are now tied to his bed frame.

“I cannot wait to fucking destroy you, angel.”

the two of you are definitely calling out sick to work tomorrow.

[jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue]

What if... the CEOs were hybrids? Bonus chapter | BTS OT7 au

Welcome to the prequel, I cannot believe how long it's taken me to update this story I really hope you enjoy this <3 (the gif makes me think of the 6 in their office waiting for MC, but Yoongi’s hiding her in his office 🤣) Warnings: menstrual cycle stuff, hormones, possessiveness

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Hybrids: KNJ - Wolf, KSJ - Bear, MYG - Panther, JHS - Lion, PJM - Arctic fox, KTH - Tiger, JJK - Bunny.

“Kitten if you keep pouting so hard you’ll look like a fish,” Yoongi teases without looking up from his paperwork. 

“I’m not pouting,” you deny wearing the proverbial pout.

Hoseok snickers, covering it with a weak cough when you glare at him for a second, turning back to Yoongi with your arms crossed. 

“Flower you need to look in the mirror,” Taehyung says deeper than usual, making your heart flutter momentarily, the sound makes him smile, but you avoid his gaze. 

“Hyung stop being mean or you’ll cloud my sunshine,” Hobi pretends to berate the panther hybrid, all of their tails swishing in the air enthusiastically as you get more riled up. 

You were in the main CEO office with three big cat hybrids, most people would stand guard or scared, Yoongi thought, but of course his kitten would stand defiantly in between them with no ounce of fear.

“Just admit you did it on purpose Min Yoongi,” your pout was getting more pronounced at the accusation, a big cute frown on your face that makes Yoongi bite his lips to stop smiling but he fails. 

Hoseok and Tae laugh behind their hands or paperwork, both of them clearing their throats and schooling their features before you turn on them. 

“What exactly did I do wrong, kitten?” Yoongi asks with a dare in his eyes, a lot of people thought you both didn’t get on but they were wrong. Yes, you both argued and disagreed with each other without care about who was watching but it was only play-fighting, and Yoongi did it on purpose to see his kitten’s claws. Who else in the company would dare confront him like this with his full name on their lips in that demeanour. 

“I emailed you my report because you asked for a digital copy AND YOU CHANGED THE FONT!”

Hoseok and Taehyung both clasp their hands over their mouths as the giggles escape, you eye them both distastefully, narrowed gaze piercing them.

“And what’s the problem?” Yoongi smirks, oh you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

You groan exasperatedly, huffing loudly which only makes his grin wider. How he loved playing with his kitten, any piece of string he dangled in front of you sent you running in circles with him and he always loved the sight. 

“Why did you change it?” The pout is back.

“You’re pouting again Kitten,” Yoongi sighs, “stop it.”

You only pout harder, looking at him like a child being told off but not backing down. 

“I’m not pouting,” you argue, and your tone tickles him. For your own safety you needed to be more aware of your facial muscles, or did you not realise every time you purse your lips like that you were just asking to be kissed, and Yoongi was not a gentleman, how long did you expect him to resist?

“Hyung,” Taehyung whines, copying your expression exaggeratedly. “I can’t believe you changed the font on flower’s hard work.”

“How could you?” Hoseok joins in, adopting a childish tone in his voice as he pouts extra hard. 

The fake support only makes you glare at them, they sounded ridiculous as they struggled to keep their composure. Yoongi doesn’t hold back his soft laughter, the sound cooling your anger a little.

“You’re not funny,” you say to the duo, watching both their tails swish behind them as they mock you. 

“I disagree,” Tae chuckles. 

“We’re hilarious sunshine,” Hoseok chimes in, “and Yoongi hyung was right, you are pouting.”

“That is beside the point,” you disregard them, “the point is Min Yoongi disrespected my work.”

“I changed the font Kitten, I didn’t insult it,” he rolls his eyes but the smirk doesn’t disappear. 

“Helvetica is an insult,” you mumble, walking away with a stomp in your step. The three cat hybrids start to petulantly whine and complain as you leave, begging for you to stay.

“Kitten, I’ll change it back,” Yoongi calls after you.

“Flower come back,” Taehyung whines.

“Sunshine we were joking!” 

But your only response was the slam of the office door.

“No one tell Namjoon.”

“Hyung you were pushing it,” Hoseok berates him gently, “or did you not scent the change yet?”

“Of course I did, it’s my favourite time to play with Kitten,” Yoongi admits. “She’s extra volatile this time of month.”

Taehyung shakes his head in disbelief, “Hyung you’re sadistic.”

Hoseok just stares at the panther with a knowing look. Min Yoongi could pretend all he wanted, but the man was soft for you and your attention. 

—

Did their hybrid ears deceive them, or was that your heart pumping out of pace as you stared up at Jin with a spaced out look. The bear hybrid was devastatingly handsome, the whole company knew it, even you weren’t immune to it.

“Angel, are you listening to what Hyung is saying?” Jimin calls you out with a smirk.

“Huh,” you take a second to snap out of it, meeting the knowing look in Jimin’s eyes before you feel your cheeks burn. “Yep.”

It sounds like a squeak as you turn back to the file Jin was holding, trying to read the words on the page but you can’t make out a single sentence. You hear him chuckle beside you, wishing the floor would swallow you whole to escape the sudden embarrassment you felt. 

“Beautiful girl, are you feeling okay?” Jin asks with a grin, bathing in the sight of you becoming flustered. 

“Flower,” Taehyung stands from his desk with mock worry on his face, taking your hands in his as he stares you down, “your heart rate just skyrocketed, are you okay?”

Jimin and Jungkook push Jin out of the way, the trio surrounding you as they voice their concern over your health, making you want Hell to open up and take you if it meant you could escape this. 

“Ya!” Even Jin couldn’t save you now, he may have been the oldest but when the maknaes wanted something they’d get it. He sighs, shaking his head as you fight for words against their attack. 

“You don’t have a temperature,” Jungkook mutters with a pout, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead. 

“This is serious,” Jimin contemplates, his hands on your cheeks as he looks into your eyes, “there’s no reason for angel’s heart rate to shoot up out of nowhere,” he fights the smirk but you can hear it in his voice, he knows exactly why you were like this, damn their hybrid senses.

“Bunny, are you sure you don’t have a heart condition?”

“Should we book an appointment with the company doctor,” Taehyung says to the two, his acting skills better than them by far, even you were almost convinced it would be a good idea. 

“This isn’t the first time it’s happened Bunny, what if it’s something serious?” Jungkook teases, unable to stop the grin on his face. 

“Has no one else picked up on it Angel?” Jimin asks innocently before his eyes change again, a cheshire cat smile on the fox’s face forming without restraint. “It only ever happens with us.”

Your whole head feels like it’s on fire, the open mouth of shock pressing shut with annoyance. 

“Maybe I’m allergic to you guys,” you say through gritted teeth, making the boys gasp in outrage at the idea. 

—

It hurt like a bitch, like little fists were punching you from the inside out and all you could do was grit your teeth and take painkillers, which you swear did nothing. You try to suppress a groan, pressing your lips together hard as you get through another cramp. You wish you didn’t come in today but there was an important meeting and you stupidly thought that was more important than crying in bed in pain alone. 

You don’t notice three sets of eyes on you, looking on with worry. It's when you clutch your abdomen, eyes squeezed closed, that they know they can no longer leave you be. 

“Y/n you stink,” Suran says nonchalantly as she passes your desk, the Chihuahua hybrid dropping off some files before giving you a fake sympathetic smile and holding her nose as she walks away. 

Taehyung growls as he overhears, the chihuahua’s attention snapping to the tiger with fear widening her eyes, noticing Jimin looking at her with the same predatory hate that makes her cower away with a whine. 

You sigh when she walks away, hating the fact that every hybrid in the room knew exactly which point of your monthly cycle you were in, even with all the suppressants they had to take. At first it was weird to get used to, embarrassing even but with time it was just the way things were. Sometimes you had to admit it did have it’s benefits, like when you ranted to your panda hybrid BFF about Min Yoongi and the helvetica altercation she may have pointed out that you were PMSing and your patience with the panther was at sub zero because of it. Maybe you were overreacting about the whole font thing, just a little. 

“Noona,” Jungkook calls for your attention, the other two in tow looking at you with so much sympathy it was as if someone was dying. 

“Angel, care to follow us?” Jimin says holding out his hand for you to take.

You smile knowingly, but it doesn’t stretch very far. Every month your favourite trio found a way to distract you from work and form a cuddle nest in Yoongi’s office which he always allowed to your surprise. He would stare at the four of you while he pretended to work, both of you wishing he would just join the cuddle pile. 

“Guys I can't, I've got a meeting soon,” you say, glancing at the clock. “And you three are 20 minutes late to yours.”

They mumble feeble excuses which you silence with an unimpressed look. 

—

You almost crawl into the meeting room, your pace so slow your usual 30 minutes early to prep was now cut to 25, Jin had been pacing the room for five minutes wondering whether you had died, Namjoon restraining him from going to look for you telling the bear hybrid he was being too dramatic.

Of course, Namjoon eats his own words when they see you enter. Jin was normally the one to preempt your ritual of setting up, normally joining you so he could steal your time before being surrounded by your colleagues. This time round, Namjoon decided to join him and he’s so glad he did.

The protective growl is barely contained, he doesn’t know what hits him first, your palor, the smell of blood or the way you are so obviously in excruciating pain. 

“Baby girl,” his voice is on edge, “what are you doing here?”

You frown at him, wincing when another cramp makes you want to double over and die, did he have to ask you stupid questions? 

“Setting up,” you say breathlessly with a slight groan, pressing your lips together as if those two words alone just added tenfold to the agony. 

“I don’t think so,” the characteristic rise of his eyebrow tells you he’s serious, “go home, you’re in no state to work.” he turns to Jin, “Hyung, do you think you could drive-”

“I’m fine,” even through the struggle of those quiet words he could hear your stubbornness. 

He exhales, staring you down, jaw clenched. Jin glances between you both, even in your frailer than usual state he could see you weren’t going to back down, either of you. 

“Beautiful, maybe we should-”

“Nope,” you shake your head, ignoring them and starting to prep for the meeting, you were running out of time. You try to behave as normal, standing a little straighter, but your movements were slow, your head fuzzy.

“Y/n I am not kidding around, you look like you’re going to pass out,” Namjoon grits his teeth to stop himself yelling, he never yelled, but this or something similar happened every month and his patience ran out about a year ago.

You scowl at the lack of his term of endearment in that sentence, didn’t he know you were in pain? And he was going to call you by your name? The gall of the lead CEO, thinking he could just boss you around like he was… Huh, maybe your brain was suffering from a lot of blood loss, you genuinely forgot this man was your employer.

“I’m going to be fine,” you sigh, tired of everything. You just needed to make it through the day, only… 7 more hours left. You stop yourself from bursting into tears at the thought, why was time torturing you today? 

Jin watches Namjoon clench his fist, the bear hybrid taking a step back when the wolf’s eyes have that red glint in them that meant oncoming doom. You were somehow blissfully unaware, although he knew that wouldn’t last long. 

It's when you try to muffle a wince that he can hear the low growls coming from the male, his tail stiff and straight, making Jin’s instincts want to stand in front of you and defend you but the more rational part of his brain knew Namjoon would never hurt you. 

“Beautiful girl…” He tries again, nervously laughing but you seem to be oblivious to the state of the predator in the room. “I think-”

The whimper you try to conceal cuts him off, you’re clutching the edge of the table in front of you so hard your knuckles are white, your whole posture stiffening as you ride out the spasms your lower region assaults on your body. His eyes go wide when he doesn’t hear you breathe, he steps closer to you quickly as it passes and when you release the table you stumble back into his chest. 

His arm wraps around you quickly, keeping you steady as you catch your breath. Your stance is weaker, he can see your eyes are out of focus when he tilts your head to look at him. 

“You shouldn’t be here beautiful,” he sighs. “You should be at home, in bed, resting.”

“But-”

“I’m taking you home,” he insists, and he’d stay with you, no way was he going to leave you alone like this. He bet you hadn’t had anything to eat today either.

“But the meeting,” you whine weakly, you put so much work into today and your biology was ruining it. “No, I’m going to stay.”

You both hear the low rumbling sound behind you, tentatively turning towards the hooded eyes directed at you. You feel a shiver shoot down your spine, Jin holding you tighter against him.

When he takes a step closer you instinctively try to take one back, unable to move with Jin freezing in response to the wolf. Namjoon lets out a deep breath, as if trying to control his instincts, instincts that scream at him to take his mate home, build her a nest and trap her in it until she recovers. 

“Baby girl you either let Hyung take you home now,” he pauses, searching your eyes for the defiance he needed to subdue. The corner of his lips twitch as if he’s almost amused, but really it's because his patience has been tested to its limits. 

You try to speak but no sound leaves, all you can do is watch the predator stalk up to you, looking up at him as his gaze almost dared you to try and challenge him.

“Or…” his smile doesn’t reach his eyes, stretched thin like his nonexistent tolerance for your attitude. 

“I call security to escort you out of the building.”

You gawp at him in surprise, he wouldn’t, there is no way on Earth he would call security on you.

“Don’t test me Y/n, it’s for your own good,” he grunts in reply to your unspoken thoughts, the fake smile gone to reveal his glare. He doesn’t back down, doesn’t flinch even when he can see your eyes starting to water. He marches over to the internal company phone when you don’t move towards the exit, Jin having released you to watch your reaction. You cross your arms, looking at the wolf with just as much contempt despite the pain you were in. The adrenaline of your standoff helped a little, but you would die before you admit it. 

He scoffs after waiting a second too long, unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing his sleeves up his arms. They felt like they were constraining him, the tie and collar would have to be loosened next once he dealt with you. He glares at you again, ready to end this stalemate, but your eyes aren’t on his with fire like he expects. Instead, they travel down his arms, breath caught in your throat at the angry veins protruding out of his skin. The smirk on his face was real this time, only when he picks up the phone do you return his stare. He wouldn’t… 

“Security,” it’s a gruff command and your jaw drops in disbelief. 

—

“So Bunny isn’t talking to you?” Jungkook isn’t gloating, not really, the grin he has on his face wasn’t cruel, he just found the situation entertaining. 

“Even I thought he was bluffing with the security card,” Jin shakes his head at the memory, you held back tears the whole drive home, you ranted to Jin about how Namjoon could possibly to that to you and who did he think he was, you didn’t stop for the whole afternoon and evening until Jin left. 

“I was half bluffing,” Namjoon groans, “I didn’t really call them, I just made her think I did.”

“But you would have if she didn’t move,” Yoongi challenges, a smirk evident on his face that he wasn’t buying it. 

“As if you wouldn’t have called them either,” the lead CEO huffs.

“Oh please, Kitten wouldn’t refuse me,” the smirk only grows when the wolf glares at the panther. “And if she did, she would have paid for it.”

“She was already paying in pain, hyung,” Taehyung whines, not liking the way Yoongi was talking. “My poor flower.”

“It’s been a week,” Namjoon starts massaging his temples with his fingertips feeling the stress radiate from his brain like a migraine. “When is she going to let it go?”

“Have you apologised?” Hoseok asks, not looking up from his paperwork until his question is met with silence. 

Oh if only you could see the wolf with his tail between his legs right now. He tries not to laugh at the obvious embarrassment on Namjoon’s face as he tries to come up with an excuse. 

“I don’t think he needs to apologise,” Yoongi says.

“Of course you don’t” Jimin sasses with an eye roll. “Whether hyung was right or wrong, he still hurt my angel’s feelings.”

“I think he’s paid for it enough,” Jin chuckles, “you should’ve seen his face when beautiful called him Mr Kim.”

Jaws drop, in shock and a little in second hand pain if that was ever a thing. They wouldn’t know at all how to handle you acting so coldly. 

“Not even Kim Depyunim,” Jin continues as if he was sharing a scandal. “Mr Kim.”

“Woah,” Jungkook breathes, completely taken back. “Remind me not to get on Noona’s bad side.”

“Ididitforherowngood!” Namjoon yells to his own defence, sounding unusually high pitched before groaning, planting his head on the table. 

The others snicker to themselves, the sound making the wolf bang his head lightly but repeatedly on the wooden desk. 

—

“Sunshine, are you still mad at Namjoon?” Hoseok asks you as you both walk to your meeting. His question pulls your attention out of the file you were rechecking. 

“No…” you deny, pouting as you return to reading.

“Sunshine…” he sighs.

“Maybe,” you try again more honestly. 

“Well then you should be mad at all of us,” he replies, making your snap towards him. He doesn’t meet your gaze, staring in front of him with confidence. “We all would’ve done exactly the same thing.”

You sigh displeased with that information. 

“But Hobi-”

That does make him turn towards you, pulling your arm and stopping you both in your tracks. Thankfully the corridor was empty, but he still glances around before giving you his full attention.

“Sunshine, none of us like seeing you in pain,” he explains, “and for some reason you don’t listen to your body.”

You open your mouth to argue but his stare makes you back down, pressing your lips closed with another pout. He chuckles softly at the sight. 

“He didn’t go about it the best way, but he didn’t do it to undermine you sunshine,” he explains calmly. “He did it because he was worried about you.”

You stare at his shoes, feeling mildly dejected at his gentle berating. You miss the grin on his face, finding you adorable. He gives the corridor another glance around to make sure no eyes could catch him, before he pulls you into a hug, chuckling to himself at how endearing he found everything about you, even the parts that sometimes exhausted them. 

—

“No!” he roars childishly. “I know Flower better!”

You wince at his volume, the three maknaes tended to forget about the crowd of colleagues surrounding you when they had these battles for your attention. 

Jmin and Jungkook scoff loudly, making you wince even harder, glancing at the other desks and watching people whisper in amusement. Why did they do this to you?

“Please, you don’t even know your flower’s favourite flower!” Jimin contends with just as much volume as the tiger, tail swishing back and forth faster and faster. 

“You just admitted she’s my flower,” Taehyung counters as if he’s won. 

“Guys,” you say quietly, not wanting any more attention, but needing to stop it. You pull on Tae’s sleeve to get him to stop.

“Look you can’t even read Bunny’s body language,” Jungkook stands with his hands on his hips, stalking up to the tiger as if he wasn’t a prey hybrid. Honestly sometimes you’d forget if it wasn’t for the bunny ears on his head. 

“And you can?” Jimin and Taehyung say simultaneously.

“Better than you can!” Jungkook shouts back, “you’re making Noona uncomfortable right now.”

Oh the irony obviously went over the youngest’s head and then twirled around him and yeeted for good measure. 

“Can you guys please quieten it down?” you beg, “or take it elsewhere.”

Three sets of eyes now snap and stare directly at you, oh shit this was exactly what you wanted to avoid. 

“Flower tell them I know you best,” Taehyung demands, crouching beside you and turning your chair to face him. 

“Angel don’t you dare lie to him to save his feelings,” the arctic fox growls, the sound not as impressive as Namjoon’s but you find it cute, or you would in any other situation. 

“Bunny-”

A large shadow looms over the four of you, catching the hybrids’ tongues in their throats. They audibly swallow, slowly turning to see the daggers the big bad boss wolf threw at them with his glare.

“Didn’t we have that thing…?” Jimin cowers back without taking his eyes off the lead CEO, swearing to himself he could see steam leaving his ears.

“That important thing,” Taehyung seconds as if he didn’t spend the last half an hour disagreeing with everything the fox said. 

The three of them scarper off, as if the ends of their tails were on fire, unable to leave fast enough. You shake your head at their antics but smile in amusement despite the trouble they caused. 

Namjoon’s presence had everyone turn back diligently to their work, he surveys the whole floor, making sure not a single hint of attention strayed from what he paid them to do. You look up at his glowering presence, grinning at how serious his demeanour was. His eyes catch yours when he hears your light laughter, the stern expression on his face melting away. 

You weren’t giving him the narrowed eyes of spite that he was getting used to, was it too early to sigh in relief? He watches you cautiously, words catching in his throat that he clears, but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. You smile at him so radiately it disarms him, his palms starting to sweat, you reduce the strong alpha to a pup with that look of endearment.

“Thanks Joonie,” you whisper, “they were getting to that stage where it would’ve been impossible to stop.”

You shake your head again, looking down at your computer completely unaware of the puddle the CEO was turning into beside you. He feels his soul elevate back into place after being dragged along the floor for a week. He wasn’t Mr Kim anymore, the relief flooded through him. 

“Baby girl,” he calls for your attention quietly, standing over you with an arm on your desk. You glance up at him, caught in his soft gaze, blinking a couple of times at the sight. 

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry for last week, I was out of line but I was worried about you.”

He leans down closer, his face an inch away from yours. He smirks when he sees your eyes dilate, an inner voice berating him about rules and etc that he ignores for a second.

“That being said,” he continues gently. “Never call me Mr Kim again.”

He breaks out into a grin at the sound of your soft laughter.

[ccscocoapuffs]

Rhea Ripley NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Rhea is the best when it comes to aftercare. Anything your heart desires is yours, snack, drink, bath, snuggles, you name it and it's yours. She makes sure her baby is well taken care of after a night with her Mami.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Rhea loves her ass, she knows she's fucking hot and 100% will wear stuff around the house to show off her ass a little to get you riled up and needy for her. As for you, she loves your mouth. She can kiss it, feel it against her clit, even make you open it up so she can spit in it when you've been a bad girl.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) She will make you taste your own cum on her fingers and then proceed to eat your cum outta your pussy, till you're damn near dry.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Rhea really wants to share you with the judgement day if you would be down for it. She wants to boss the boys around telling them what they can and cannot touch, though she has a bit of a soft spot for letting Dom Dom have whatever he wants.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Mami is well aware of what she is doing and will be sure that if you ever be a brat to her that you are reminded of this. She will makes sure that you and your pussy know she is the only one who can make you eel the way she does.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Rhea loves to 69 with you or have you sit on her face, this is if she isn't fucking you with her strap. If the strap is involved then she likes having you in doggystyle or in the rocking horse position.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Definitely remains serious on things. Rhea i s 100% a hard dom and that's why she remains in that more serious and rough demeanor in the bedroom, you can also see how this carries over into her on screen persona as well.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Rhea keeps things waxed, mostly for work outfits and the sort. Though she doesn't care if her partner shaves or not, she will shove her face in that pussy regardless.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Rhea can be a very romantic person when the time is right. She makes sure that you feel loved at all times and know that she truly cherishes you. She shows alot of her intimacy and love by physical touch, even if it's something as simple as holding your hand.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Rhea will masturbate sometimes and make you watch her get herself off as she has you cuffed or tied to the bed. She prefers to do so with a vibrator compared to anything else though when it comes to personal pleasure.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Bondage Spit Spanking Mommy

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Judgement day clubhouse, she loves bending you over her knee while she sits on the couch to give you a spanking or even getting you to ride her strap while she sits and watches tv pretending not to hear you begging her to thrust up into you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Rhea is motivated by you. She likes when you initiate things, even though she takes charge 99.9% of the time. Seeing you take the action of telling, begging, or even touching her to get things started is such a turn on to her.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Rhea is a very jealous lover, She is specifically jealous of some of the other girls that she works with like Liv. She doesn't want you around Liv at all, If there has to be any involvement with Liv at all, she will make you and Dom wait in the clubhouse while her and the others handle business. So her No in question is allowing another woman to have you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Pussy eating Queen, right here. Rhea adores to eat your pussy specifically if you sit on her face. That's her favorite position for you to be in while she does so. She likes both receiving and giving, though she will use you being able to eat her pussy as a reward for when you behave.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Definitely rough, Rhea likes to make sure you get a good fuck. She wants to rearrange your guts when she fucks you with her strap, same goes when she puts her fingers inside of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Rhea likes quickies but prefers having more time with you. She likes to pull you into bathroom stalls at restaurants on occasion and get on her knees to eat you out before making you go back out to the table as if nothing happened.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Rhea is always ready to experiment, anything you wish to try she is ready for. If you were down though to be shared amongst the judgement day, ask her to include dom dom and that would drive her absolutely wild and she'd be having him ready in a instant.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Usually about 2, Rhea wants to make sure that you both cum and are both satisfied before you two settle. She knows that everyone is different when it cums to how long it takes them to finish, hence why she tends to prioritize your orgasms over hers, though she would never admit that to you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Rhea has lots of toys. She has straps, dildos, vibrators, clamps, plugs, cuffs, you name it she probably has at least one. She may even get custom items with your name on them such as a collar.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Oh she is a huge tease, words can't fully explain the extent of her teasing. She wants you to beg her like you're desperate. She may even tease you to the point of tears if you've been a bad girl.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) She has a medium volume when it comes to sex. She lets out long groans and occasionally will whimper when it feels really good for her. Though when she whimpers don't tease her about it unless you want spanked till you can't sit down.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Rhea loves taking photos of you in lingerie for her. She adores being able to look on her phone and see all the photos of her love all dolled up for her.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) She obviously has a vagina, though she does have a smaller clit that you may have to play around with to hit just the right spot.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Fairly high. Rhea likes to have her fix if that makes sense. She wants to make sure that through out the week you both are well taken care of. However if you've been bratty she will make you cum where ever and that drive will go through the roof even more.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Kinda quickly after she makes sure you are taken care of. She likes to pull you onto her chest and kiss the top of your head before she pulls the blankets over you both and closes her eyes.

[daechvvitas]

BOYFRIEND MATERIAL

how i think each member would be like as a boyfriend part one - hyung line edition

WARNINGS: mentions of daddy k ink, praise k ink, brat taming, d*ggystyle, oral, bee dee ess em, degradation

A/N: this is a mixture of sfw/nsfw. thanks for requesting, anon! minors, dni.

NAMJOON

He's the most self conscious about the songs he writes about you. You're his biggest source of inspiration, so that means he wants the lyrics to be perfect. It throws him off kilter because normally, he can write a song in one sitting. Even in an ER room. But when they're about you, it's different. He likes the challenge, though. He feels like it makes him a better writer.

He points out baby shoes and clothing to you every time you guys are at a store. He's still not sure if he wants to have a kid or not but he can't help but still find the items super fucking adorable.

He has a bit of a daddy k ink. He never thought he would been into it but the first time it slipped out of your mouth, his brain went to static and he fucked you harder than he'd ever done before.

He buys you books specifically curated to your taste. Even more, he buys himself a copy too so that he can keep up with what you like.

He talks you through sex. It's full of a lot of praise and encouragement. "Look how good you're taking me" and the sorts. He also loves hearing validation from you that it feels good and he's doing well.

He hates when the two of you argue but he physically cannot stop himself from having the last word. What can I say? The man likes to be right. And sometimes, that stubbornness can lead to huge blow outs. He always makes it up to you, though. After a cool-off period, he'll come back with calmer logic and won't rest until the situation is resolved.

SEOKJIN

He always makes you meals, even when his schedule is insane. If he has to wake up in the wee hours to have it cooked and waiting in the fridge for you, then so be it.

He's a brat tamer. And he's damn good at it. Even if you don't have a particularly submissive nature, he'll have you a whimpering, shaking mess by the end of the night. But those intense nights come with the best aftercare. He'll run you a bath, make you food, and give you a ton of cuddles.

He's insistent on doing things for you, even if it annoys you. Grabbing things from high places, opening doors... You name it. He just likes showing how much he cares about you through action.

He's the type to jokingly rile you up but then end up actually getting really mad, which leads to arguments that could have been avoided.

Unfortunately, he has a bit of the gamer boyfriend syndrome. He does not like being interrupted when he's playing his games. He is a sucker for you, though. So he's willing to free up one of his hands to give you the attention you so desperately want. And no, he doesn't plan on muting his mic so you better keep those moans quiet.

He takes personal offense if he's not your bias or if you rocking any BT21 character that isn't RJ. He'll definitely give you a playful but bombastic side eye until you either change or admit that he is the only option to be your bias.

YOONGI

He wouldn't consider himself a 'romantic' but he shows that he cares through quality time. Even if you're just in the living room watching a show, he'll always quietly sit next to you. Just so you know he's always there.

Alternatively, he loves when you do the same. His genius lab is a sacred place that even his members don't dare to enter unless it's for work. But for you? It's an open door policy. Your presence motivates him more than it distracts him.

Speaking of his studio, the two of you have definitely fucked there. Multiple times. The first time it happened was just sort of a spur of the moment type of things but now, you live to bend over for him, chest pressed against the knobs of his music equipment as he thrusts into you.

He shares his food with you without any complaints or annoyance. If he notices you want a taste of whatever he has, he immediately offers it to you. Not even just a bite, either. He'll give you the whole thing.

He likes taking his time with you. There's a lot of foreplay where the tongue technology comes in hand. He loves to lick you, taste you, make you fall apart with just his mouth.

He prefers dates at home over dates out of the house, but he'll indulge you if you really want a night out. However, his ideal night would be cooking you both dinner, plenty of whiskey, and of course, you.

HOSEOK

Prepare to be touched all the time. Not even just sexually (though we'll get to that). He's just a very touchy feely boyfriend. Cheek kisses, hugs from behind, gripping your thigh. He just wants to feel your skin against his.

He loves sharing tea with you. He remembers every single piece of gossip you tell him, even if he doesn't know the parties involved, and enthusiastically picks whatever side you're on. In return, he always keeps you updated on the drama and insanity of his members' lives. There's really no secrets between you both.

He's a dom, for sure. When it's just the two of you behind closed doors, he feels comfortable enough to strip back the sunshine side and get to play with the darker side of him without judgement. He also finds it so hot that you trust him enough to go on wilder extremes together — tying you up, blindfolding you, spanking you. He craves having control over you.

His favorite form of aftercare is giving you a massage. Typically, he has you folded up like a pretzel as he has his way with you. So making sure your body is taken care of afterwards is of utmost importance. As he massages you, he likes to sweetly shower you with compliments just so you know that any degradation that occurred during sex does not hold true in real life.

He's the first to like your social media posts. Yes, he has notifications on just to make sure he's the first. It could be a selfie or a random picture of the sky and he's the first on the post, showering you with emojis.

Sometimes, he needs personal space. You didn't do anything wrong. But when things get hard at work or overwhelming in his personal life, he has the tendency to retract instead of engage. He doesn't ever have the heart to tell you that but you can tell by the short answers or less enthused interactions. The best thing you can do is give him that space to work through his head.

[sentientgolfball]

Ghostober Day 1

Not even gonna lie I was NOT really planning on doing anything but here we are. Can't promise I'll do every day but I'll do some here and there >:3 also it was like 2am when I decided to write this so bear with me

Pairing: Alpha/Delta/Omega

WC: 712

Tags: cuckolding and irresponsible use of quintessence

also thank to @evereverest2 for giving me three ghouls when I asked

It was a long, long day. Alpha’s tasks never seemed to end. It started with an issue in the forge caused by a fairly new Ministry fire ghoul. Not only did he have to fix the problem but then he had to explain to the ghoul what the fuck happened and why it was not good. Then the kitchens were beyond busy. The change of the season meant celebration which meant a feast. He was in charge of helping prepare the meat, but he also had to help with everything else as the overseer. Then of course he had to stumble upon two ghouls getting into a scrap over who knows what. He was tired and all he wanted to do was curl up in his bed and sit in silence until he finally felt bored enough to bother one of his packmates. 

He sighs bodily when he opens his door. He stops in his tracks though at the sight that greets him. Delta and Omega are on his bed. Naked and hard, the scent of arousal thick. The former is sitting in Omega’s lap. The sound of the door alerts them. Delta leans back, planting both hands behind him as he turns to look at Alpha. 

I see you finally decided to join us. Their raspy voice echoes in his head. 

Alpha blinks at them, trying to process as all his blood rushes to his cock. 

Come here sweet thing. He tosses his hair over his shoulder, putting the deep bruises around his gills on display. 

Alpha could never dream of putting up a fight when it comes to Delta. He is helpless to their siren call, only magnified by the quint now in their veins. He slams the door shut behind him and fumbles with his shirt as he stalks over to his bed. He gets stopped from climbing in by a strong hand to his chest before he can even touch the mattress. 

“Hold on now,” Omega’s deep voice rumbles, “I never said you could join us.” 

“Megs?” Everything happened so quickly he can barely grasp what is going on. 

“You kept us waiting. For a very long time mind you. I think it is only fair that you let us finish what we started.” 

“You can’t be serious.” 

“Delta?” 

I don’t know sweet thing, Omega makes a good point. 

Alpha huffs, “You sneak into my room and then you won’t even let me get off?” 

“We waited for you. Now you wait for us.” Omega pinches one of his nipples, grinning at the noise it elicits. 

Normally Alpha would fight with claws and fangs to be the one in control, but after the day he has had he cannot bring himself to. He knows they will take care of him once they are done riling him up. He just has to be patient. Even if he can feel his cock pressing against the seam of his jeans. 

He growls lowly and brushes Omega’s hand off of him. He stalks across the room, taking a seat in one of the old armchairs he has near his window. 

I’ve never seen him so obedient. Oh Omega be nice to him. 

Omega hums, glancing up to make eye contact with Alpha. He smiles, tusks flashing in the low light of the room as he spreads Delta’s ass open. He slowly pushes into him, making sure Alpha has a perfect view of the way he stretches around him. He can hear Delta’s gasps of pleasure echoing around his skull as he watches his hole drool around Omega’s cock. Once a water ghoul, always a water ghoul. 

Omega does not give him a moment to breathe, squeezing the meat of his ass as he begins to roll his hips to fuck up into him. Alpha’s eyes are locked on where they connect. Without looking away he unzips his pants to pull himself out. He groans quietly when he gets a hand on his dick, something just to relieve the pressure. 

He gets one good stroke in before suddenly his whole arm tingles and falls limp, sitting uselessly in his lap. His eyes flick up to meet Omega’s. The slight glow of purple and the scent of ozone makes his stomach burn that much hotter. 

“What part of wait do you not understand?” 

[metalomagnetic]

I feel like I’m always harassing you with my asks (sorry!!), but bouncing off of my previous request for Black lore- what are the Blacks (that we know) like ✨in bed✨? What are they into?

I spent way too long thinking of this!

We'll start with Sirius the Grandpa Black. I have a feeling he was wild in bed, like he was wild in everything. Curiously, I spoke with a friend about this just the past week, and I said 'he made his wife very happy in bed, and exasperated outside of it'. He was a leg man- he loved long, shapely legs on a woman. In his time-period, no one could see a woman's legs, all hidden by long skirts, but he had a way of guessing beforehand lol.

Arcturus- funnily enough, in the new chapter I am writing, Sirius jokes that Arcturus probably only had sex twice in his life, because he cannot see his strict grandfather as a sexual being. And while he certainly had sex more than twice, I think he was pretty standard in bed, nothing crazy, just plain old missionary style. He was a virgin when he married and never cheated on his wife, even after she died, had no desire for anyone other than her.

Pollux and Irma (in my story she's also a Black, half, on her mother's side) have the same dynamic in bed they have in real life. Irma really likes dominating him, and in bed, he actually enjoys it.

Cygnus has a pregnancy kink 😂 That aside, poor man hadn't had much sex since his wife fell into a deep depression.

Alphard was into nerdy, quiet men with a hint of a wild side (he once had a brief crush on Tom Riddle, of course). He was a very generous partner, in bed and outside of it. His last partner, whom he'd been with on and off for like two decades, and actually lived with for the last five years of his life, almost made an appearance in Canis Major, but I had to let the scene go. Alphard left what remained of his wealth to Sirius, but he left his beautiful home to his partner, who was disowned by his family when he moved in with Alphard.

Orion, like the hypocrite he is, likes wilful, stubborn women that defy social convention. The surest way to attract his attention was to 'behave atrociously' (as he would call it) in public. He's twisted, and he enjoys pursing strong women, only to dominate them when he gets them. As soon as he 'tames' them, he loses interest in them. He's very good in bed, very open minded unlike in every other aspect of his life. No one ever left Orion's bed unsatisfied.

Orion needs intimacy- he never had a simple one night stand. Even with his briefest affairs, he still took the time to know them first, and never jumped in bed at the first opportunity, nor was he one to feel attraction for a woman just based on her looks. I think he liked 'the hunt' most of all.

That aside, if his marriage hadn't broken apart, he'd have never cheated on Walburga. Before everything went to hell, for the first ten years of their marriage, he didn't even think of other women, was 1000000% satisfied with his wife. Even after it all went down the drain, during the years, whenever Walburga gave the briefest sign she wants him back in her bed, he'd abandon whoever he was with and come *running* back home, eating up whatever scrap of affection he could get from her.

Walburga was basically into everything Orion suggested, and she had a few suggestions of her own (learned from those erotica and sometimes straight up smut novels that she loves and were mentioned very briefly in It runs) that she wanted to try out. She loves dangerous men (that's why we see her reading books with a naked, fanged vampire on the cover). I'm certain she made Orion pretend he was a vampire at least once 😂 She also had a slight exhibitionism streak when she was younger and they lived in Egypt, which put Orion on edge (but also secretly delighted him). They weren't even having full on sex back then (Orion insisted they wait until marriage) but she found ways to rile him up and play with him and drive him mad until they finally retuned to England and got married.

Bellatrix is creative and she always chases a thrill, and her sex life is fabulous. Rabastan, poor dear, had seen and heard things in that Manor that either give him nightmares, either inappropriate dreams staring his sister in law and his brother. Sometimes, Bellatrix likes duels as foreplay, so she and Rodolphus destroy parts of the Manor and then fuck in the middle of the damage. Of course, they also have calmer sex, an entire day of lazying in bed with Rodolphus, filled with gentle love-making. But when they're feeling more wild and duels come into play, whoever wins gets to dictate the encounter.

No one knows what Narcissa likes in bed, only Lucius, and it took him like a few years to find out. So whatever happens in bedrooms in Malfoy Manor, shall remain between them.

Andromeda takes after her grandmother Irma, both in bed and out of it. Ted is her boy toy. He does whatever she asks, and they both enjoy it a lot.

Regulus, the little repressed freak, once he finally gets to have sex, he lets loose, and then he feels guilty for it, because he considers whatever he did as something beneath a man of his station. Orion should have really paid more attention to him, but he was also very young when Orion died, so they didn't get to have fun sex talk like Sirius got. He's so allergic to feelings and affection, he enjoys impersonal sex the most. Regulus only knows to accept love and give it back with his mother and his brother, no one else.

Sirius is- well, we know Sirius. Because of the way he was raised and all the shit he got from his mother about liking boys, he does have certain unhealthy behaviours. He adheres to the strict gender roles when it comes to sex, so when he's with a woman, he must always be in charge. That doesn't mean he isn't adventurous, but only as long as he has control. Even when he first gets with Voldemort, he unconsciously puts Voldemort in the 'woman's role' in his head. It takes a while for him to get comfortable, and he's lucky Voldemort is a very patient dude. Obviously, after that happens, we can see Sirius definitely has some sort of Daddy kink. Not that he'd think of it like that, nor would the word 'daddy' ever be uttered while he has sex with Voldemort, but he enjoys being taken care of by an older, powerful man. He also has a big praise kink, so there's that.

He's into different things in bed, depending if he's with a man or a woman. And while he did have plenty of mindless one night stands, I think he is most satisfied when he has a deep connection with his partner. He's desperate for affection, for a true connection, even if he was also afraid of having a bond like that. It's why he tried to distance himself from Marlene, even if he wanted her, because he was simply afraid of growing too close.

You never harass me with questions! I love the questions, especially because they make me think of my lovely Blacks and their mysterious lives. ❤️

[callixpene]

L&DS LIs Opinions/Thoughts About Each Other

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I REALLY NEED YOUR OPINIONS ON THIS AS WELL GUYS

I seriously cannot wait for the L&DS boys to finally meet and interact with each other in the main story.

I'm really curious how they'll interact and react to you know, them all being in love with the same person whom they all have some history/shared a past life with?

I seriously cannot wait😂

Anyways, this is my take on what their opinions of one another are going to be when they meet.

Let's say they've made peace with the fact that MC has 3 other suitors other than themselves, and they're currently figuring out how to deal with one another whilst MC is still at a loss on who to pick between them:

Xavier

Rafayel - I think Xavier would find Rafayel both confusing and annoying. Rafayel often makes sarcastic comments, and Xavier wouldn't get them.

I definitely think that at times Rayafel's neediness towards MC would definitely irritate him and he and Rafayel would end up bickering like children.

Zayne - I think Xavier would be civil with Zayne. They won't have any disputes, but that's because they'd rarely interact or speak with one another. Though I think he'd appreciate the way Zayne cares for MC as her doctor, even if it would make him jealous whenever Zayne is close to her - he'll let it slide as he is aware Zayne's actions are always for the betterment of MC.

Sylus - Now with Sylus, Xavier would not like him one bit. Xavier would think Sylus is bad news. He'd actively try his hardest for MC to not be within Sylus' radius, as he believes that her being around Sylus would put her in danger.

Rafayel

Xavier - Though Rafayel would be the most envious of Xavier as he gets to spend the most time with MC, being her coworker and living near her place, he would also think Xavier's too dull for MC to be interested in him.

They'd definitely butt heads from time to time.

Zayne - Rafayel would definitely be envious of MC and Zayne's current history together. He'd be jealous of the fact that amongst all of them, Zayne is the one MC has the most memories/history with in this lifetime. Because of this, to prevent MC and Zayne from further developing a stronger/deeper bond with one another, he would purposely steal MC away whenever Zayne is free, so he could barely have any time with her.

Sylus - I think Rafayel would be cordial with Sylus?

I don't see how they would have much conflict, but I also don't see how they could really get along given the fact they're in love with the same person.

Zayne

Xavier - If Xavier is grateful for the fact that MC is well-cared for by Zayne as her primary care physician despite being jealous of him when he's close to her, then Zayne is equally grateful of the fact that MC has Xavier as a reliable partner when they're out on missions, as Zayne is aware that Xavier is more than capable of keeping MC safe, despite him being envious of Xavier as well.

Rafayel - Amongst everyone else, Zayne would be the most irritated of Rafayel. His immature, childish demeanor wouldn't sit well with him. I think he generally would just avoid interacting with Rafayel.

Sylus - Zayne would be extremely wary of Sylus. He'd think Sylus would be the type to do things that are unpredictable: Like Sylus' might decide one day to just take MC with him and hide away to God knows where. Zayne would often come up with plans on how to minimize MC's interactions with Sylus, or warn her to not hang around him too much, as it would really worry him.

Sylus

Xavier - Sylus would purposely rile up Xavier for his own amusement. I think his and Xavier's interactions would often end up into both parties just throwing hands at each other until someone breaks them up.

Rafayel - There would not be much intersection or issues between these two I think. As long as Rayafel doesn't take MC away whenever Sylus wants to spend time with her, then there wouldn't be much dispute between these two.

Sylus - Now....I think Sylus would be so incredibly envious of Zayne. Sylus is the type of man that wants his partner to trust and rely on him completely, and it would honestly make him green with envy once he notices that MC is incredibly trustful, reliant and comfortable around Zayne. Seeing as he still needs more time to build MC's trust in him, and to get her to be comfortable with him, it would really, really upset him everytime he sees MC happy and all cozy with Zayne, because that is what he wants the most.

PLEASSSE GUYSS COMMENT YOUR OPINIONS ON HOW YOU THINK THEY'RE GONNA DEAL WITH EACH OTHER.....I WANNA KNOW😭

[og-danny-dorito]

[ VOYEUR : GOJO X M!READER HEADCANONS & BLURB ]

[ A/N ] : came to me in a moment of clarity while i was scrolling through content for him on tiktok. this is my design (gay men kissing)

[ CW ] : MDNI 18+, AMAB!reader, he/him pronouns for reader, established relationship, pet names, degradation, all parties are consenting

its a SERIOUS ego boost unsurprisingly LMAO

no im being so ffr rn i cannot possibly explain to you how much he's into the whole being watched while undressing/getting off thing

gojo isn't stupid; he knows you like watching him from the way your eyes linger on him while he's getting ready for work in the morning to how he always finds your gaze straying to him when you're in public

and honestly? it's comforting to him, a way to add fuel flame of his nearly insatiable need to be wanted, to be desired

but he didn't know you'd like watching him like this

well, he had a hunch you would at least. he figured it out when he first caught you watching him while he was jacking off in the shower after a long day of work, having decided to let off some steam while he waited for you to get home

he could hear you come in, but didn't bother to stop considering he thought you'd get flustered like you normally do and just go about your business as you waited for him to get out

only he heard you stop at the door to listen to him, trying not to do something as simple as breathe so as not to disturb him. he can feel you watching steam surround the cloudy room as he cums, grunting out your name under his breath

it was almost fascinating to him how much you seemed to enjoy it, unable to hide a grin at the sound of you suddenly darting off once he turned off the water, making a move to get out so you wouldn't get "caught"

so he keeps doing it. taking off his clothes to change at an agonizingly slow pace, bending over and posing himself in compromising positions as if he's trying to rile you up on purpose (he is)

there's no way he couldn't have known, really; his six eyes makes it almost impossible to sneak up on him anyway and he's almost surprised that you didn't put those dots together earlier, but he doesn't mind keeping up this little game between you two at all

he likes having the power in his hands to tease you, some power quiet and unspoken in a way that holds much more weight for him than anything he could be doing deliberately

but he pretends like he doesn't for the sake of the game. he waits until you're home, putting on a show for his not-so-secret admirer

like bro's arching his back, moaning your name- he's going the whole mile dude. he's trying to get you as worked up as possible

and when the time finally comes and he can feel you getting close he stops suddenly, going "who's there?" like he doesn't know damn well it's you

as soon as he finds you he grins like he's won some sort of competition you didn't know you were participating in, calling you a perv and saying "If you wanted to watch me get off so badly, why didn't you ask?"

his favorite thing is to catch you and then make you sit down on the opposite side of the room while he continues getting himself off, scolding you and degrading you when you move to touch yourself- or him for that matter

his version of a punishment for your "bad behavior" is just to tease you to see how long you'll last before you're begging to suck him off or have him fuck you or just touch you, really, finally relenting after he too gets impatient

he'll smile and "begrudgingly" agree too it, meanly calling you a "desperate slut" the whole time and making an effort to push you to beg for release

he's almost always going to make you thank him for it once he's done, too, making you cum hands free or finishing in your mouth and getting a sick grin on his face when you whine "thank you" with sensitivity and desperation lacing your tone

in short, he absolutely LOVES it and will 100% encourage it LMAO

"What, watching me isn't enough this time?" His voice comes out mean and teasing, eyes filled with some sort of affectionate mirth that almost feels out of place with the position he's in. It's dark in the room, dimly lit save for your bedside lamp and the streetlights shining through blinds in the window. His vibrant white hair is tousled and unkempt as it usually is, but the slight sheen of sweat that coats his skin and makes some of the snowy white strands stick to his skin makes him almost look heavenly. You think for a moment that despite the insatiable need for release in your gut and the tight fist you have in a near tearing grip on the chair's arm, it might be heaven to be here. Gojo is propped up on the bed with his left arm held at a 90 degree angle so he can look across the room at you, his other one draped across his hip so the grip on his shaft is just loose enough that he can stroke up and down without having to move much else but his hand, the flushing pink tip leaking a lot more precum than you saw when he didn't know you were watching. Well, 'didn't know' is wrong, you've noticed, taking into account the fact that his smile is all to wide for him to not have been plotting this all along. He makes a show of stroking himself almost as he did before, rolling the palm of his hand over the tip during the upstroke and letting out a near pornographic moan at the feeling. You know he's just teasing from the way he jolts a little bit afterwards and giggles at your tense shifting, not daring to take your eyes away from him. Not now, not at that he knows he has your full attention. You'd rather just obey than tear your eyes away from him, and even though you shift to relieve some of the white-hot pressure in your groin it isn't enough to satiate the overwhelming need to just touch him. "No.", you strain out, and he smiles wider, his hand picking up it's pace a bit. "Then why don't you just ask for what you want this time instead of being a little perv about it, hm? Go on, ask." You bite down a retort at the comment but still narrow your eyes a bit, the flush on your cheeks darkening a bit once you realize he won't relent in this teasing until you've nearly humiliated yourself for him. It's almost enough to make you want to tell him to shut the fuck up, but it isn't enough to stop you from visibly gulping down your pride as you shift again, this time nearly ripping the couch with how tightly you're gripping it. "Please let me touch you, Gojo. Please.", you rasp out, adding on the extra plea to try and garner some sort of sympathy from him. And apparently it works enough for him to laugh again, spreading his legs a little wider as he releases his dick from it's hold and motions for you to come over. He cocks his head to the side as he sits up fully now, watching you with need as you nearly lunge at him like a hungry animal, letting you roam your hands over his body as he breathily chants "Good boy." into your neck.

[ THANKS FOR READING! REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED :] ]

[formulapookie]

I FINISHED IT

under the cut to read on tumblr, here for Ao3

Giving all of myself to you rosquez, 4.8k words

he couldn’t fucking believe his eyes.

out of every goddamn person at that party Marc had to go and talk to Dovizioso? 

the one guy who had managed to be in Marc’s bed while they were on no speaking terms?

he had even thought it was an uncalculated event, they just bumped into each other and talked like normal people.

but as soon as he met Marc’s eyes he knew it wasn’t the case.

Marc had done that intentionally, he just had to be fucking bratty every change he got.

His eyes were filled with lust, he wanted to see how far he could get before Vale came to him and snatched him from Dovi’s side to bring him back home and fuck him stupid.

Vale tried to warn him, to behave until the party was over, it was just three hours more couldn’t Marc be calm for once?

no.

He had to be a trouble and get Vale riled up and jealous in the midst of a party held by Ducati of all fucking things.

The breaking point for Vale was seeing Marc put a hand on Dovi’s bicep and squeeze it. Fucking. Squeeze it. 

Vale sent a message to Marc telling him to get in the car while he headed out, giving the excuse of being tired because he was old when his boys asked him where he was fleeing to.

He hoped they buyed it because he couldn’t exactly tell them “I’m going back home because Marc cannot behave like a normal person and I have to fuck him into next sunday”

Once Vale was finally outside he could already spot Marc leaning on his car, waiting for him with a knowing smirk.

the little shit.

Vale unlocked the car and got in without uttering a word, Marc following him and still smiling during the whole drive, neither of them saying a single thing, it wasn’t a necessity, they both knew what this night promised to them.

Vale focused his gaze on the street in front of his eyes, hands so tight around the steering wheel his knuckles were turning white, the outline of the veins on his arms clearly visible even in the dark night in Borgo Panigale.

It awakened something almost animalistic in Marc, he imagines those hands being around his throat, stopping the flow of oxygen and getting him lightheaded, just to release their grip and move down to his dick, teasing him until he couldn’t anymore.

He kept staring at Vale’s hand, biting his bottom lip and lightly brushing one of his own hands on his bulge, who was now everything but invisible.

Obviously Vale noticed, but he didn’t give in to the younger’s temptations to have him stop the car and rail him into the backseat.

Those were the longest 15 minutes of his life, having Marc make pretty eyes at him and even soft whimpers a few times, but he was set on punishing him for how he acted during the party and if meant he had to restrain himself for 15 minutes then so be it.

Vale doesn’t speak to him, not even once they arrive at the Hotel they were staying in, and Marc begins to get worried.

Did he push too much? Was it not part of their game to Vale? 

At that point they are in front of Vale’s hotel room, he looks at the older man swiping the card and the light from the door turning green, and before he can begin to apologize for his behavior because he really thinks he went overboard with it he is pushed against the wall by Vale, who goes directly for his throat, biting and licking it like a starved man.

And Marc is just deliciously easy for Vale when he acts like that, his whimpers becoming more and louder with each scratch of the man’s teeth on his throat.

He is so relieved he didn’t go overboard with the teasing tonight because the last thing he wants is for Vale to think he has other men in mind except for him, when actually Vale was the only thing with a permanent residency in his brain.

“Why do you always have to behave like a slut when we’re in public? Am I not fucking you enough? Because if that’s the problem we can solve it tonight, I think this will be enough for a while, I don’t think you’re getting out of bed tomorrow with your own legs”

Jesus. He doesn’t have time to answer because Vale tilts him and presses himself against him. He can feel Vale’s cock against the curve of his ass, making him lose his mind a little.

“Vale please” a dark chuckle comes from behind, as Vale licks a strip up his neck, making him shiver and whimper once again. 

“You are still demanding? After what you pulled earlier? I don’t think it’s really your place to demand things right now is it?”

Oh God Marc likes so much where this is heading. 

It is going to be one of those nights where Vale takes complete control of the situation, reducing Marc to nothing more than a begging whore. 

He just lets out a high pitched moan and presses himself more on Vale, feeling his own dick twitching from excitement.

He feels one of Vale’s hands tugging on his hair and pulling his head back, with just enough force to still be arousing. 

He feels hungry lips attacking his throat once more, this time leaving deep blue hickeys all over it.

Once he is satisfied with how he practically painted Marc’s throat with his marks Vale lets go of him, separating their bodies and turning around, beginning to take off his clothes.

“Get on the bed. I am gonna grab a few things and I want you to be naked and on your knees when I come back”

It’s almost pathetic the way Marc is so quickly obeying to those commands, stripping off every piece of clothing he has and sitting on the bed on his knees like he’d been told.

He’s not even embarrassed anymore of how fast Vale gets to him, how much of a hold his words have on his brain and body.

He stays there for maybe a minute when Vale finally comes back to the bedroom, carrying a bag full of things he immediately recognises.

Fuck.

He didn’t think he brought their toys along, afterall it was just a two day trip, but it gets him even more excited than he was before, his bulge starting to get painful.

Vale gets on the bed, still fully clothed, and looks at Marc, looking for any sign of discomfort or doubt, but the only things he finds are lust and need for whatever Vale decides to go for.

“Get your hands behind your back, you’re not gonna be able to touch yourself or me, got it? And since you can’t seem to act good when needed I’m gonna tie them up ok?”

Marc nods, his dick twitching again 

“Tell me if it’s ok Marc, I’m not doing anything unless you talk”

“Yes yes Vale please it’s ok”

and Vale smirks, he loves how easily he can get Marc to act all obedient in a bunch of seconds, it gives him confidence, even more than the one he already has.

Vale grabs a set of blue ropes from the bag, they’re not a lot, just enough to secure Marc’s hands together so that they don't move, and positions himself next to Marc, tying his hands together and making sure he’s not going to free himself at any point.

“Remember, it’s red to stop and yellow to slow down, green to go on. If-” 

“If I can’t talk it's one tap for ok, two for slowing down and three to stop, I know Vale”

The older man can’t help but smile, he likes this side of their relationship, especially the fact they’ve clear boundaries about it and would never actually hurt each other. 

“You’re really pretty like that Marc. It’s only a shame you always have to act like a whore and then I have to make you face consequences isn’t it?”

Marc lets out a soft sound, the mix of praise and degradation successfully getting at him, while Vale moves to be in front of him, unbuttoning his jeans.

“Unzip them for me, yes?” Marc shifts to be eye-level with Vale’s bulge, taking the zip in between his teeth and pulling it down, he can see the lineout of the man’s dick pressing against his boxers, and being the bastard he is he starts to mouth at it through the clothing, gettin Vale even harder.

It doesn’t last long, Vale grabs a handful of hair and pulls so that Marc is looking up at him, his eyes painted a dark blue, an aura of lust surrounding everything.

“Behave” and he lets go, Marc hurriedly taking off his boxers using his teeth again, and taking Vale’s cock an inch at a time.

He’s agonizingly slow at doing it and Vale’s patience has now reached its limit. 

He tentatively thrusts his hips up, fucking Marc’s mouth a little.

Marc looks up at him, letting go of his cock to answer the provocation.

“Green” and levels himself once more, opening his mouth.

Vale then grabs Marc’s head and starts fucking his mouth at a regular pace, feeling him gag from time to time and his saliva coating his dick, moaning around it to let the vibrations get to Vale.

He picks up the pace, Marc letting out obscene noises everytime it hits the back of his throat, his hands gripping onto nothing.

His eyes start to water and when he looks up Vale can see tears forming in the corners of his eyes, looking at him with a deep desire written in them.

“You can swallow for me, yes? Put that pretty mouth on silent for once and get it to do what it was made to do”

Marc moans, shivering because the position he’s in lets his cock rub between his thighs and the sheets, and Vale talking to him like that just gets him so excited it’s almost embarrassing.

Vale thrusts a few more times, sloppier than before, breathing harder, and finally comes down Marc’s throat, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

Marc is pouting now, looking at Vale with demand, a drop of cum still on the corner of his mouth, shiny and inviting.

He still hasn’t kissed Vale, he wants to, longs for those lips to be pressed against his, but Vale’s mischievous smirk suggests to him that’s not going to happen.

It’s basically psychological torture to him, the impossibility of feeling Vale that way, and Vale fucking knows, knows that for how much he can punish him by edging him to death or overstimulate him until he can’t even remember his name the thing he’s going to miss more is that.

He’s manhandled on his back, a pillow under his hips to make access for Vale easier, who before taking his shirt off goes up to Marc’s ear, biting on his lobe so lightly it’s almost imperceptible “Maybe next time you don’t act like a whore and I’ll let you kiss me, but until then I don’t think you deserve that at all”

Marc whines, but he can’t even get an answer out of himself as he feels his legs being pushed apart and onto Vale’s shoulders, who begins to lick at his thighs and bite down on the muscled flesh, leaving light marks every time he lets go.

But once he’s closer to where Marc needs him most it’s like a switch has been turned on, bites become stronger and also does the grip on his hips, keeping them pressed down against the pillow.

Vale starts biting down and then sucking on the meat of the boy’s thighs, this time leaving more and deeper signs of his presence, causing Marc to whine again, he knows Vale knows he wants more, but he can’t risk demanding and fucking his situation up even more.

“Don’t be impatient, be glad I chose to let you have me at all tonight, I could’ve simply have you suck me off and then leave you there, stay still for once and let me work ok? Don’t worry you’re going to wish you never teased me like that, I’m going to make you cum so much this room will smell like you for days”

Marc barely has time to register the words that Vale has his mouth on him, tongue pushing inside his hole and humming as if he’s tasting a delicious meal.

Marc becomes a moaning mess in a matter of seconds, head thrown on the bed, legs tensing up and his dick leaking an obscene amount of pre cum.

His hands are pressed between his back and the mattress, tied and unable to be freed, it makes him loose his mind because all he wants right now is to touch touch touch every inch of Vale’s body but he fucking can’t.

Vale doesn’t stop, he can feel Marc gettin more and more wet around his tongue and is fucking loving it. He loves reducing the other to this, and knows Marc likes it too, the masquerade of “the one always in control” he presents to the public is completely reversed once he gets to Vale’s bedroom, he gives up control as if it’s a glass of water, and Vale is so thirsty for it.

Marc is only a man after all and if you’ve got Valentino Rossi between your legs working you open with his tongue you can only hope to last enough not to make it embarrassing.

And he really tries to last, but the constant humming coming from the older tips him over the edge, making him moan in his delicious high pitched way, eyes closed and legs closing around Vale’s head as he finds his release, reducing his abs to a mess of sweat and white cum.

But Vale is not a forgiving man, and much less a liar, and he promised Marc the room is going to smell like him after he’s done, and he will honor his words.

He opens Marc’s legs again, fingers grazing his dick, already getting hard again at the slight friction he’s been given.

“Vale” comes out a broken moan, Vale smiles cruelly and keeps on teasing his boy’s dick, not really doing anything to make him feel good.

He then proceeds to lick all around the area where Marc wants him, hands running up and down his legs, feeling the smooth and waxed skin contrasting with his.

It takes him a good few minutes and a string of pleas from Marc to get him to actually take him in his mouth, playing with his head before swallowing him whole, feeling the twitch of the boy’s dick at the stimulation.

He’s quick in his movements, wanting to get Marc to come in the shortest amount of time possible, he has so many ideas on how to treat him after his stunt at the Gala he would need an entire week spent in bed to realize them all.

“Vale Vale I’m close please” Marc doesn’t actually know what he’s asking for, if it’s forgiveness, if it’s more, less, or whatever else it’s out there.

He just knows the only thing currently running in his mind is Valentino’s name, in bright blue letters, and the ghost of his hands wrapped around his neck, getting him light headed and on the edge, the longing for that specific sensation eating him whole, he wants -no, needs- that right now.

His hips move up, choking Vale in the process, but he acts like he doesn’t care, and grabs the lube he tossed in the lustful black box he took the ropes from, coating his hand while still sucking Marc off, and slowly pressing a finger inside, causing him to whine.

It’s not long before a second finger is pressed inside and that’s the breaking point for Marc, his control over sensations tumbling down as he comes for the second time, this one down Vale’s throat, who doesn’t waste time to add a third finger, scissoring them so good Marc is on the verge of crying.

“Oh crying already piccolo? We’ve just begun you know? I told you I’m gonna make sure you get a proper compensation for your actions, maybe this way you won’t act out that much”

Marc feels the punishing pace stopping for a second, horror swallowing him as Vale’s fingers leave him, just to lift his head up and feel them grabbing his hips to turn him onto his stomach, then filling him up again, while the other hand goes to tug at the ropes secured around his hands, making him shift on the bed, his cock getting stimulated once again.

His voice is now a useless tool, soft whispers reaching Vale thanks to a blessing, words spoken so quietly and mixed with moans they are incomprehensible.

“Speak up or I’ll leave you here like this”

“Fuck me Vale please” it all comes in a single breath and vale smirks, he loves gettin his boy to the point of begging to be fucked, always has, but how could someone blame him after all? 

He looks so helpless like this, bruises already making their appearance on his thighs and neck, ass practically pushed against him, all red and flustered, tears in his eyes.

“Mh since you’re begging I could think about that” the harshness in his voice feels cutting to Marc, who can’t help but cry a bit, Vale’s fingers now unmoving and not offering him a single bit of pleasure.

“Please please papi I promise you I won’t do it again pl-” he’s cut off by Vale tugging at the ropes around his hands and pulling him up against his chest, the borders of their own bodies dissolving.

“No no piccolo you shouldn’t lie you know that. We both know you’ll do it again because you just can’t help it can you? You need to be a brat and piss me off because you want me to rail you like this. you’ll probably be more of a slut next time, who are you gonna flirt with eh? Pecco? Bezz? You want me to take you apart like this right? you need it”

Vale’s words are met with a loud whine coming from Marc, who’s just so overwhelmed by the fact that Vale is right, he is going to act more like that just to gain this, he knows what buttons to push, he wants to know how far he can go.

“I swear you like calling me papi more than I like hearing you say it, you’re just made like this eh? Made for me”

If Marc could ascend to heaven right now he doesn’t think it would feel better than hearing those words because yes yes yes Vale is right again, he wants Vale to take control and loves to see how his expression changes when he calls him papi to tease him.

And on top of all Vale saying he’s made for him…oh God he could cum from that alone.

He feels some shuffling going on behind him and before he can make out what they are a soft but dark fabric is put on his eyes, impeding him from seeing anything.

“You look really good blindfolded you know? Should do that more often” and Marc would be extremely ok with it.

He’s hyper sensitive once he’s like that, all of his other senses stepping up and multiplying their sensitivity, reducing him to a pretty doll for Vale to play with.

“papi” he barely manages to say it he can already hear the cap of the lube bottle being flipped open and the liquid pouring from it.

Vale lets go of the restraints slowly, flipping Marc so that he’s facing him, even if he can’t see his eyes he knows they're full of lust for him.

He repeats the plea, more demanding this time, and Vale manhandles him onto his lap like he weighs nothing.

It always amazed Marc how Vale, despite being way thinner and lighter than him, could just move him around like that. 

“You either shut up and use that mouth to let me hear how desperate I can make you or I’ll have to gag you mh? and we know you like to be loud, so I would stick to begging if I was you”

God if this was what he was getting for acting like that he’ll do it every moment of his life. 

Marc tries to reply, but in that moment he feels Vale’s hands lifting him up and one of them guiding him on his dick, sinking him down on it so fucking slowly it should be labeled as torture.

Marc whimpers, and Vale can’t help but smile at it because how can he not when he has perfection between his hands?

He thrusts his hips up, gaining a muffled sound from Marc, who’s biting his lip trying to keep a bit of dignity.

Vale starts moving with a steady pace, holding MArc’s hips in his hands and running his fingers around them, just because he knows how sensitive Marc gets once he’s blindfolded, and wants to break him. He deserves it after all. And he knows Marc enjoys it, both the teasing and the punishment part.

“God please I want to kiss you, please just once, please Vale” he sounds desperate, and he is, he dreads for Vale’s lips on his, he feels like he can’t survive without them.

“If you cum again while riding me I’ll let you kiss me, what do you say mh?”

“Yes yes I’ll do it just promise me”

Even through the blindfold Vale knows tears are forming in Marc’s eyes, and if it wasn’t for the oversensitiveness he would’ve already removed it.

“Then come on Marc, give me a show”

And Marc is eager, he wants those lips on his at all costs, so he adjusts himself to be a little bit more comfortable and starts bouncing on Vale’s dick with a regular pace, but with no support other than his legs and Vale not helping it’s fucking difficult.

He tries so hard to do it on his own but after a little he feels his thighs giving out, soft pleas escaping his mouth.

“Want me to help you, bimbo? What is it you can’t cum on your own?”

Marc cries, he needs it so fucking bad and needs Vale to take him apart right now to feel their mouths against one another.

“Didn’t hear you tesoro, what did you say?” Vale is a dickhead and Marc knows it, he’s just as hungry for this as Marc, but he has control of it, he’s the one guiding this whole thing.

“Please help me I need you papi” he goes all in, tries to sum up begging and submission and Vale’s really fucking strong daddy kink to get him to do something and it works.

Vale grips on his hips and starts moving them up and down, meeting his thrusts, Marc just becoming a babbling mess, useless words coming out of his mouth without a string of coherent thought.

“You feel so good fuck, nobody can have you like this eh? Just me fuck” Vale is groaning and biting at Marc’s collarbone not to be too loud but he’s just as on edge as Marc, going crazy for how putty the boy now results in his hands, practically moldable to his will.

“You liked being a slut earlier? Do you think Dovizioso could make you feel like this? Or anyone else? Would you beg for their cock inside you like a pathetic whore?”

it’s so much, it’s so much teasing for poor Marc, he’s wetting the blindfold with tears, he can’t even answer without sobbing from overstimulation.

“No Vale only you -god- only you can fuck me this good no others, I only want you I swear I am good”

It’s so empowering for Vale, he feeds himself on it, it’s like oxygen to his brain.

Vale doesn’t want to lose the possibility of seeing Marc’s face when he cums, so he slowly moves one of his hands up to his head and unties the fabric, Marc blinks a few times to get adjusted and then directs his gaze towards Vale 

Marc’s dick stands hard between their bodies, sliding up and down Vale’s abs, precum smeared all over them.

He has tears in his eyes, so beautiful and lost, glossy and big, begging Vale for something, anything.

“Come on Marc cum for me, I want to see you while you do, you look so good” Marc whines again, more tears rolling down his cheeks as he tries to match Vale’s thrusts, then he finally cums, a lot,, all over Vale and himself, a loud moan interrupted by Vale’s lips on his, fucking finally, Vale is hungry for the kiss too, he bites at the boy’s lips, grabs the back of his neck with one hand while the other goes for his dick, pumping out the last drops of cum he still has in him.

Then he orgasms too, buried so deep inside Marc he loses contact with reality, filling him up so good Marc whimpers again, lips not leaving Vale’s.

It’s a mess of tongue and teeth and it feels so good he doesn’t want to let go.

It's the older one who breaks the kiss first, Marc trying to chase him.

“Fuck wish I could breed you, that way no one would get close to you right? I’d brand you with myself inside you”

And Marc is almost fainting because what the fuck he didn’t even know Vale could talk like that, not that much, but he loves it, he thinks about Vale making him his forever, and there’s nothing he’d want more than that.

Vale slides out of Marc gently, a huge contraposition from what he had been doing up until now.

And this is the good part, knowing that even during these moments Vale loves him and cares for him, getting up to go grab a water bottle and a snack, alongside a washcloth from the bathroom.

He slowly unties the ropes holding Marc’s wrists together, which are red and have deep signs on them and Vale worries for a moment.

“i told you if it hurted to tell me, this signs shouldn’t be this deep amore” he sounds genuinely worried, massaging his lover’s wrists with fondness and making sure he is ok

“They didn’t hurt too much, they were just a bit too tight, but I promise I wasn’t hurting Vale”

Vale doesn’t believe him, first because even if he didn’t feel his wrists hurting they most certainly were, given the high pain tolerance Marc has and the general disregard for what happens to his body, and secondly because he knows Marc wants to please him, and telling him it hurted would’ve made Vale feel bad.

“Let me get some massage oil, you're not sleeping until I see those marks getting better ok?”

Marc wants to answer but Vale’s words are more of an affirmation rather than a question, so he stays on the bed, waiting for the other to come back with all he needs.

“Thank you” it’s a whisper, and Vale barely catches it, but it makes him smile, how Marc still trusts him even after all he did.

Maybe that’s why he’s so soft now, he knows he’s hurt Marc in the past, a lot, and he wants him to know he’s never going to do that again.

He massages the boy’s wrists for a good ten minutes, until he can see the other drifting to sleep, giving him a pair of clean boxers and making sure he at least drinks some water.

Marc’s eyes are heavy with sleep, and Vale is not doing any better, but he wants to make sure the other falls asleep first, just to indulge on his beautiful face a bit more.

“Buonanotte amore”

“Notte”

Marc finally falls asleep, nestled in Vale’s chest, his face in the crook of the man’s neck.

Vale has a soft smile painted on his face while he strokes Marc’s hair, his eyes tracing every feature of his boy, asking himself how he got so lucky to have a second chance at life shaped like him.

“Giuro che ti sposo” he whispers before falling asleep as well, his thoughts drifting to the velvet box stored in his bedside table in Tavullia, a bright diamond ring shining inside it.

The promise of a lifetime together.