#on the grind while i'm stuck in bed

[medi-melancholy]

i have played ✨more games!✨

a date with death: 3 / 5

it's really cute!!! i'm surprised how long and comprehensive this game is for a freebie, so many lil bits you can personalize, lots of variable dialogue... grim is a very charming failboy. the art is pretty and the UI is all slick. i wish there wasn't so much clicking involved with consecutive dialogue selections when there's literally no other options to pick from, it wore my hand out. i also wish the PC was characterized a bit differently, or had more personality variance in their own dialogue. but for what it is, it's nice! fun concepts, not too long or too short, feels about right all around

my hole is a mouth of dirt: 2, maybe 2 and a half / 5

one of those "linear 1 hour long rpgmaker horror games" and for that it's a fun lil ride. sound design, lighting, and original design for sprites/creatures/environment stuff were awesome. i spent a lot of time inspecting every possible thing i thought i could, checking every room, trying to die in specific places, etc, to see if there were any secrets or branches, but what you see is what you get, bit of a shame since the character and setting stuff being set up here is really neat--but it's likely because this game is a predetermined part in a series, i think. this was my first and only yai game, so i can't say for certain

also: 1. yes the walking speed is extremely slow no i didn't mind it yes it actually enhanced the experience, 2. that last chaser bit was getting frustrating enough that i had to look up tips from the dev on the community page on how to beat it so ggghhhhh, and 3. i was really excited about what the ending could be and what it was building to but, for me, it tripped at the finish line at the last possible second :')

stillwater: 3 / 5 at the least

this is one that had me hooked pretty quickly. art, sprite work, narration, characters and dialogue, setup, all excellent stuff. it's short and simple, but it could've been even shorter and simpler than what it is, so the fact that it goes beyond that feels great. the horror is subdued and not really "scary" but the atmosphere is so well-done and suits a mystery perfectly. i had a lot of questions as i played, and by the time i'd done all the endings besides the 'bonus scene' type one, they weren't quite entirely answered--but that last secret scene tied everything up in a very compelling, and more literal way than i would've ever expected. i might be thinking about this story for a while

[wildgirllz]

I'm not sure if you are familiar with the "mating press" position, but the little horny voice inside my head says that Tommy would absolutely love it. Just imagine reader having her legs on his shoulders while he pins her down to the bed because he needed to let off steam. Of course, this is completely consensual! Reader is willingly helping her husband out like the sweet housewife she is <3 Would you be up to write something like that? Sorry for being so disgustingly horny about him... (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

Omg i love this request!! HAPPY 1K MY BEAUTIES!!!

Mating press with Tommy <3

Warnings: unprotected sex, SIZE KINK OML (I'm sorry I couldn't help myself) pnv, afab reader, he cums inside because he's a loving husband, overall just porn with a little plot

It was a sunny day, the warm Texan breeze on your shoulders as you washed dishes from breakfast. A hefty pile of dishes, Tommy was not a small man to feed. As the warm water eroded the bacon grease from your castiron, you heard some stomping from the yard. You smile, you can imagine how he was looking at that very moment; his mask covering half of his sweaty face, hair stuck to his forehead, shoulders wide and casting a big shadow over whatever he was blocking. His tall frame was delicious, his arms, his hands that held the majority of your torso already made you hot on the back of your neck.

Lost in a trance of your thoughts, you feel the warm water over your hands' sudden absence. You don't need to turn your head to identify the reason. You can already hear his little huffs behind his mask and his big meaty hands pawing at your hips.

“I missed you, Tommy.” You turn and raise your arms to place your hands on his broad chest. His fingers fidget with the red trim of your sundress, one of his favorites. “You like my dress honey? I like this one too, I wear it to ensure you stay grateful for this pretty little wife you got.” You giggle and cover his hands with your own, but only manage to shade a finger or two. 

“I made you pie again Tommy, peach crumble! It's right on the counter. Lemme cut you a slice.” You smile warmly before turning to walk to the countertop to your right, but you don't manage. Tommys' hands are glued to your hips, keeping you grounded like a statue on the floor. “You don't want pie, baby?” You ask, sweetly of course. You knew Tommy wasn’t focused on your pie right now, you knew from the second you heard his feet shuffling outside that he had some steam he needed to release, and you’d be damned before you said you didn't want him to take it out on you.

You look up at his lust-filled eyes and reach to untie his sweaty mask. You didn't like that he always felt he had to cover himself up, but you understood it brought more comfort to his everyday life. As the mask fell, you could hear his shaky breaths practically calling for you. You got up on your tiptoes and pursed your lips, so he reciprocated, bending his head downward and capturing you in a warm, desperate kiss.

His hands on your hips lifted your body off of the ground, unconsciously, making your face line up with his. You wrap your legs around his waist, not making it all the way, but you were stable as his hands moved down to cup your ass. You whimper into his mouth, grinding your little hips against his big tummy, and running your fingers through his messy hair.

He lets out a single huff before turning on his heels and taking you to the bedroom. After storming through the doorway, he tosses your body onto your’ neatly made bed and begins to undress. You take his cue and do the same, unzipping your flowy dress and slipping off your white panties. Leaning back in your bed, you take in Tommys' body, how the veins in his hands bulge as he unbuttons his shirt, and how tight his pants look on his thick thighs.

Once he's fully bare, he slowly stalks around the bed, looking you up and down like a piece of meat he’s longing to devour. Suddenly, he yanks you down by the ankles, making you lay flat on the bed. He pushes himself to his knees at the end of the bed, settled between your now parted legs. He shuffles forward a bit, then pulls you by the knees until your legs wrap around his hips. 

He bends forward, towering over your frame. He takes your legs and pulls your feet over each one of his shoulders. Your thighs are pressed to your stomach as he settles an arm on both sides of your head. His hair falls around your face, and you reach up to kiss his pretty pink lips. You feel his girth slipping over your slit, and you reach your hand down to press his throbbing cock to your little bud. He groans at the touch of your hand and you begin to rock your hips back and forth, covering his length with your slick.

Not long after, he begins to rock his hips against yours in tandem. His forehead touches yours and you can feel his warm breaths covering your face. On one of his slower thrusts, the tip of his cock caught on the rim of your hole, making you take a sharp breath in. Tommy looks at you to make sure you’re okay, then slowly slides his fat member into you without warning.

“Tommy! Jesus, baby slow down.” You whimper out. The intrusion makes your lips quiver and hands grip the sheets, so he takes your arms in one of his hands and moves them to wrap around his neck, immediately latching onto his hair. As he settles his hefty body on top of yours, his tummy pressing down tightly on yours, he pushes even further forward, trying to get as deep as possible.

Your moans turn into choked-out groans as he slowly pounds into you. Your toes curling and heels digging into his damp back. He lets out deep groans and uses his hand to wipe hair from your face. He cups your cheek and kisses you, a distraction from the ache of your stretched hole, struggling to accept his large cock. 

His thrusts pick up in pace, and he buries his face into your neck. His hands slide down to grip your hips, and he maneuvers your body to slam down on his cock in time with his thrusts. In a state of complete cock-drunk bliss, you struggle to let out a whine as you feel your peak approaching. Rolling your eyes back, you grip his hair between your fingers and give it a little tug, before feeling the warmth of your orgasm explode through your body in ripples of pleasure.

Your back arches and your legs shake, the feeling of your pussy clenching over his length makes him whimper, and his thrusts become fast and shallow. You whine at the feeling of him abusing your overstimulated warmth, and Tommy leans down to bury his face in your breasts and grips your hips almost bruisingly in his hands, quickly reaching his orgasm himself. 

He wraps his arms around your back and pulls you as close to him as possible before letting out one more deep thrust and filling you to the brim with his seed. He groans and flips over on his back, taking you with him. You lay over his body, feeling his cock softening inside you as his spend drips out. You both catch your breath and relax, his hands rubbing gently over your back. 

You close your eyes and let the cool air of night take you both to sleep.

feel free to leave requests! (get FILTHY.) <3

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ baby, put your back into it! ❞

☾₊‧⁺...cw : toji fushiguro x fem!reader, smut, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, rough sex, begging, smug and cocky reader, feral toji

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : idc idc i wanted something self-indulgent and want toji to call his wife 'ma'. hopefully it's good, it's been a long while since i have written anything so enjoy ☾

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : you notice a slight change in toji...seems like his breeding kink reached the next level

it didn't take long for you to notice something was different with toji. he would just...keep referencing families, babies, pregnancy...it was definitely weird coming from him.

"can you believe how expensive diapers are? if you ever had a baby, i'd just steal them, 'm not gettin' scammed for piss-'n'-shit-holders."

"...do you think you'd have a fat baby? jus' asking, 'cause you got some fat cheeks. and this time, I'm talking about the ones on your face."

"i hope you don't get gross cravings if you get pregnant. hot chips, peanut butter, and bacon? nah, wife or not, i'd beat your ass."

but everything really got worse when he started calling you that fucking nickname.

"hey, pretty ma."

"mmm, c'mon, ma, stay in bed with me longer..."

"fuck, you look so good under me like this, ma...can't wait to destroy that pretty cunt."

you didn't think too much of it, it was probably just toji being...toji. except, now? you realize exactly what's been plaguing his mind.

"you make me so fuckin' mad, y'know that," toji huffs, his fingers digging into the plush fat of your hips as he helps you fuck yourself on his thick cock.

you scoff, giving a little grind of your hips. the way he sucks in a breath and rolls his hips up into you made you grin; he talks so much shit for someone whose dick throbbed so much from that little movement.

"if i didn't make you mad, toj, you wouldn't have stuck around."

you don't give him the chance to give you a snide response before you climb off his lap and further up on the bed, giving the silent hint to switch positions. toji has to bite his tongue, shooting you a glare that makes you grin.

"you are insufferable, woman," he grumbles, coming to hold himself over you as he continues to glare down at you. toji sucks at pretending to be mad you, you think with a giggle, seeing need swirl in those pretty eyes of his. he slides his cock between your slick folds, cursing when it catches on your entrance.

just as toji is about to slide back in, you press your hand against his abdomen while your other hand wraps around the base. "ooh," he hisses, smirking down at you. "pretty wife's gonna put it in for me?"

however, it's clear he doesn't expect it when you begin to tug the condom off, eyes snapping up to you. oh, that absolutely adorable look on your face, brows furrowed together and embarrassment all over it...he felt himself twitch because of it. your usual cocky and smug persona seemed to have melted away.

"babe...what are you—"

"toji, do you wanna have a baby with me?"

the sudden question makes him freeze, his eyes widening with a mixture of shock and arousal. were you seriously asking him this now? as you fucking tugged the condom, making it slowly peel off his dick?

did you know there was no coming back from this?

"i'm being serious, fushiguro, give me an answer before i make you put a new condom on," you mutter shyly under your breath, the condom finally coming off.

he's snapped back to the present when he feels you rubbing his tip through your soaking cunt, little sighs leaving you when it brushes over your clit.

"...are you serious? hey, hey, look at me. you're not fuckin' with me right now, are ya? tell me. you really want t' have a kid with me?"

you finally make eye contact with him, that vulnerable look on your face making his heart race. you were too precious for your own good...god he was so fuckin' happy he wifed you up.

"yes, toji, i want you to make me a mommy. i...i-i want to start a family with you, okay? so stop asking me questions and jus—oh-!"

with no hesitation and no time to finish your sentence, toji slides himself inside, his hips flush against your ass as he groans your name. you're so fucking warm and wet, holy shit, he could cum just from having you wrapped around him like this.

"good god, you're gonna be the fucking death of me," he groans, leaning down to press a heated kiss against your lips. "i'm gonna ruin you, i'm goin' to fuckin' destroy you and this little cunt, you know that right?"

toji starts moving, setting a fast, deep, rough pace that makes his hot tip press against every part of you in ways that make your eyes roll back. "t-toj, w-waaait—!"

he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut as he lifts your legs up, putting you into a goddamn mating press to stuff you full and you know you aren't going to make it out of this sane.

especially not when you keen at the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix.

"i can't, i can't wait, ma, i can't," he huffs into your ear, the room filling with the wet slaps of his balls smacking against your ass, the wet squelching of your needy cunt trying to suck his cock back in each time he pulls out.

"do you know what it fuckin' does to a man to hear his. fucking. wife. say she wants him to knock 'er up? huh? you don't d'you, baby girl," he asks into your ear, hips pounding hard against yours to punctuate each word.

all toji can think about is you, you getting round with his baby, you glowing so gorgeously, the way you'll out all cute, maybe get pudgy all over, all because of him...and everyone would know who did it.

"hoohmygod, listen to that pretty pussy," he hisses, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as his eyes flutter back into his head.

you can't help but hear it, it sounds so messy and sloppy, you just know you'll have to replace the sheets after this. but that's the last thing on your mind when he shifts forward just a bit, making your hips tilt up just a little more—

"oh my god, toji, t-toji, baby, don't stop, please," you practically sob, lifting your hips up to meet his thrusts as he hits that sweet spot so perfectly.

a cruel smirk breaks out on his face when he realizes he found that spongy spot inside you that makes you cream, leaning close and pressing his forehead against yours. "i know, i know, it feels good, doesn' it? yeah, you're such a slut for my cock, fuckin' milkin' it like a good girl," he coos to you condescendingly.

"w-we can't go back, toj," you whimper, your hands coming up to cup his face. you messily press wet kisses all over his face as you moan openly. "c-can't fuck with condoms anymore, it feels too good, baby,"

"shh, shh, mama, i got you," he reasures you, chuckling at how precious you are...telling him not to fuck you with condoms anymore? oh, he had no problem with that.

"'m gonna make sure i breed you nice 'n' deep, yeah? gonna get you pregnant with my baby," he coos, moving his hand between you both to rest on your stomach. "'m gonna fill you up...right here," he says with a devious tone before he presses down right as he pushes back inside of you.

"babyyyy, i'm cumming," you cry, digging your nails into his back as tears stream down your face. he didn't stop, still snapping his hips into you as you orgasm, feeling you squeeze him so fucking tight as he talks you through it, little phrases of 'that's it, keep cumming' and 'goooood, you're gettin' so wet, milk that cock, it's all for you' being huskily groaned into your ear.

but, when you think he'll stop, giving you a break...you realize he's not, he's not stopping, toji's still fucking you, and you glance down and see how you're creaming, your cum coating his cock in a milky sheen as you squeal, managing to get your legs off his shoulders to try and move up on the bed away from his unforgiving pace.

"tojiiii, 's too much," you huff, managing to move far up the bed enough that only the tip is inside of you...but toji isn't letting you get away that easily.

"nononono, don't run away, don't run away from me, mama." he follows you up the bed until you are trapped between him and the pillows messily pushed against the headboard.

"don't run, c'mon, get back on my cock, tha's it," toji rasps, his voice making you shiver. he sounds so desperate, so unhinged, so needy. he looks so good like this, you think, mewling when he pushes back inside.

"there she is, good girl, lettin' me breed her cunt."

your insides are getting turned into mush, and, fuck, was he going deeper? you nodded your head, but you didn't even know why, it jsut felt right, felt so good, you were gonna cum again—

"i need to fuckin' breed you," he practically whines, toji's eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on chasing his end, your sticky cunt driving him fucking mad. soon, he'd be cumming inside of you, filling you up, his hot, thick cum getting sucked right into your womb by your desperate pussy...

"shit, fuck, doll, let me cum in you, let me empty my balls inside of you, i want it so fuckin' bad, mama, let me make you my pretty pregnant wife, please, let me give you a baby—"

he was rambling, eyes snapping open as he tried to glare at you but you just moan when he made eye contact. he's trying sohard to seem angry, but he's not, he's melting in your walls, eyes begging you to let him paint them white, to try and knock you up.

you nod again, rapidly to the point you get dizzy, hands grabbing his biceps and squeezing hard. "toji, don't you, hhf, waste a fuckin' drop, or i swear to god i will t-tie you up and milk you until you are shooting blanks, give me your fuckin' baby—"

"—fuckin' shit, babyyy, i'm cumming, fucking take it, take it, take my cum into that pretty little cunt-!"

the groan that he gives you is loud and needy, dropping down to messily kiss you as he pounds into you in deep, hard thrusts trhough his orgasm. you shudder violently at the feeling of thick, hotness filling you up from the inside. it's so much, you can tell it's not all gonna fit, feeling some of it messily spurt out of you as his thrusts grow lazier.

"thank you, baby," you softly coo, thankful for both the break of overstimulation and the pleasant feeling of being so full. he nearly collapses on you, holding himself up with his forearms as he pants, catching his breath as you kiss all over his face, waiting for him to come back to you.

eventually, he sits up, a hand running through his messy hair as his other one stays on your waist, stroking it up and down, taking in the view of you catching your breath against the pillows he cornered you against.

...you're so so pretty.

"shit...ah, damn, you're a mess," toji mutters to himself, looking between the two of you. it's a filthy mess, a mixture of your cream and the thick cum that couldn't stay inside. hell, he doesn't think he's ever cum this much in one go before. "mmmn...it looks pretty though," he says with a proud smirk. he did that to you, after all.

as he goes to pull out of you, toji's shocked by the way you manage to gain the strength to flip him onto his back...just that single move had him twitching back to hardness inside you as wide eyes looked up into your mischievous ones.

"don't pull out, yet, toj...just one more time? just to make sure it takes?"

an almost evil smirk breaks out on toji's face as he digs his fingertips into your ass, hard enough that it'll leave marks.

"shit, i knew i married the right fuckin' woman. come on, baby girl, let me see you fuck me stupid. let's make sure i give my wife what she wants.

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[tojirights]

I'm sure we've all the "Alastor in a rut" fics but can I mix it up a little and request Alastor in a rut and so needy he's willing to give reader control?

a/n: omg baby's first rut, spawned by his attraction to you and he doesn't know how to get it to stop so he asks for help? :'))) i am def a subby person but every now and then i can write our mens being the needy ones 🩷

tags: 18+ smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, alastor cums a lot

you had an unexpected knock at your door late at night after you'd already gotten into bed, and at first you ignore it. then, it happens again. you groan and throw off the blanket, about to get up when alastor appears from the shadows next to your feet.

you go to scream, not even able to comprehend who or what is grabbing you in the darkness, but there's a hand covering your mouth before you can do so. there's also something... stiff hitting your back. you calm when you recognize the hand and you take a deep breath when he removes it. "what the hell alastor?" you whisper-yell, spinning around to face him. you barely recognize the demon standing in front of you.

he's disheveled, shuddering, and looks completely exhausted. he's in what you assume he sleeps in, which is an interesting looking robe. "al?" you frown, reaching out to touch him but he grabs your wrist before you can. "please, darling... for your own good, be careful with your next move..." even his voice is shaky. your eyes finally catch his, and you gasp when you see the deep, dark desire seeping through them.

“i need… need you.” he speaks, still breathless and you’re sure you’ve never heard something so sexy. your eyes widen, taking in the fact that alastor's cock is what was poking you when he grabbed you. alastor has barely said anything other than a quick casual sexual remark in your direction the entire time you've been here at the hotel, and now he's asking for your help.

"o-oh um... yes! i mean-" you speak way too fast, embarrassing yourself with how fast you're interested in 'helping' alastor. before you can say anything else, alastor's lips meet yours and you're instantly melting against him. he steps backwards until he's falling flat onto the bed, tugging you on top of him. your hips straddle his, and the friction against his cock has him arching into you. you swear he whines when you grind your hips, that you can feel his cock pulsing under the small layer of clothing.

you've heard of demons going into a rut, but you've never seen alastor acting quite like this. his hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his ears stand more alert. he physically looks... needy. and his breathy pants beneath you only spark your desire to help. you decide to push your luck just a little bit and interlock your fingers with his before pushing them above his head and holding them there while you rub against him.

alastor looks mad at first, that you dare try to pin him down, but the second he feels the sweet drag of your cunt over his barely clothed cock, he almost cums. "please." you're not sure alastor's ever begged for... anything before, but his pleas make your core pulse, heat pooling between your legs. "mmm, please what?" you smirk, watching frustration bubble up in his eyes. "please- i just... i need to be inside of you." he sighs, not putting up as much fuss as you thought.

you hold back a moan of your own, wanting to maintain some semblance of control over alastor, since you're sure this won't happen again. "ah~ good boy." you coo, again watching as something flashes in his eyes that's a mixture of anger and lust. "need you, darling." he pleads, grinding his aching erection against you. biting your lip, you tug off your shirt and wiggle your hips enough to slide down your sleep shorts. "make me cum." he gasps, giving into every carnal desire flooding his system.

as soon as the head of his cock presses against your pussy, he's trying to push you to take it all. "ah ah..." you warn, once more reaching to pin his hands above his head. "i will make you cum. don't move." your tone is strict, and alastor hates how much it makes his cock throb. he'll get you back for this brazen attitude at a later date...

for now, all he can think about is emptying every last drop of his seed deep within your sweet, wet cunt. after an agonizingly slow descent, you find yourself fully sat on his cock. alastor's eyes are shut, his chest heaving as every breath he's holding back the urge to cum. "hey al..." you whisper, leaning down so your nose touches his. alastor swallows, his hips wiggling ever so slightly. "y-yes darling?" he shudders, feeling every inch of your pussy squeezing around his leaking cock.

"cum as many times as you need..." the hitch in his breath is so audible, and all the tension in his body snaps like a twig. "you-" he gasps, legs spasming as he tries not to lose it just yet. "-don't know what you're getting yourself into." it's a warning, and you know that, but your cunt clenches at the idea of spending the rest of the night like this. "use me." you murmur, watching as alastor's eyes roll into the back of his head.

the groan that follows is primal, and you give in to his thrusts from below you. the force pushes you forward, your chest flat against his, every thrust upwards pushes more and more of his seed so deep inside of you. and even with his cock nuzzled deep against your cervix, the amount of cum seeps down his cock and covers your inner thighs.

you expect alastor to look worn out, but he looks even hungrier now. wasting little time, alastor flips the two of you so you're now under him. "now then..." he begins, his head slightly clearer now and he's not going to tolerate your behavior from earlier. "i think i like you beneath me a whole lot better, dear." you bite your lip and smile, mischief forming in your eyes. "i like this too."

the look in alastor's eyes tells you that you won't be getting any more sleep tonight.

[sleepypanda27]

Stay

Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky wants you to stay in bed a little longer

Warnings: fluff, nudity

Words: 679

It was an early morning, you were getting ready for work. A mug of warm half-drinked coffee with an eyebrow pencil that you didn’t even realize you accidentally put in there long forgotten on top of the drawers. Haphazically, clothes were thrown around the room, on the floor, and on the bed, stuck between half-closed drawers. The last twenty minutes you had spent walking around the bedroom in your underwear trying to decide what to wear.

Bucky laid in bed one of his arms behind his head as he enjoyed the show. Usually, he would already be up to go on a run with Steve and Sam. But not this morning. Today he decided to stay in bed a little longer and maybe, somehow convince you to stay with him.

"Do you really have to go?" He asked, getting out of bed and walking towards you.

"Yes." You stood in front of a mirror, focusing on the black mini skirt you had tried on, thinking it would look good with a comfy oversized jumper.

"But if you think about it a little more?" Bucky pouted, meeting your eyes in the mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you. His eyes hungrily traveled down your body.

"Tony will be angry if I'm late again." You leaned against him, sinking in his heat. "You know how he gets."

"I will write you a note." He gently bit your earlobe, before leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck, his beard leaving a delicious burn on your skin.

"I don't think that will work." You chuckled, placing your hands on top of his, wanting nothing more than to stay in his arms. "Are you naked?" You asked, noticing that you didn't see or feel any fabric on his body.

"I am," A proud, dark hum left his chest, making you tingle in all the right places. "I thought this way-" Bucky slid the strap of your bra down your shoulder placing a kiss there. Once again your eyes met in the mirror, you wished you had closed your eyes because Bucky was giving you his best bedroom eyes. Not to mention his messy hair. The whole combination will be the death of you someday. "-it would be easier to get you back in bed for some exercises." He unzipped the skirt and tugged it down, leaving it pooling around your legs. Without a warning, he picked you up and carried you to bed.

"Bucky!" You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I have to get ready.” He placed you on the bed settling between your legs. Your eyes traveled down south his body seeing him already hard and begging for your attention. Capturing your bottom lip between your teeth. "Maybe I can spare five-" He kissed you needily, it was all tongue and teeth, grinding against your clothed core. "-or ten minutes." You gasped, sliding your hand in his hair and other down his chest and around to his back pulling him closer. 

Bucky's phone dinged on the nightstand and he pulled away from you to read the message. You whined at the loss of him. "Hold that thought." He smiled reading it. "Good news, you are free for the day."

"What? Why and how?" You furrowed your brows in confusion. “What did you do Barnes?”

"I said I need your assistance with some work so Tony gave you the day off." Bucky smugly smiled placing the phone away. "He's out of town anyway."

"You're unbelievable." You shook your head. “When did you even do that?”

“While you raised havoc in our bedroom.” He looked over his shoulder at the mess.

“Oh-whoa, what a mess.” Now was your time to pout, only now seeing the mess you had created.

“I’ll help you with that later, and then we can go get something to eat. What do you think?” He said. A big smile spread across your face, but before you could respond, Bucky answered for you. "I know you love me," He said, smiling as he kissed you.

[hyunjincanraptoo]

NSFW Alphabet- H.HJ

Happy 400+ of us!!! Tysm, guys 💜 This was suggested by @strykdsstanot8 . I'm so sorry it took so so long, I got stuck in a few letters for over a month. SFW version will come in the future.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: well, guys the title speaks for itself... 😁

Alexa, play Brooklyn Baby by Lana Del Rey

A – Afternoon quickie

In the middle of a busy afternoon, you steal a few precious moments together. He quickly stops by your house after lunch and soon, clothes are quickly discarded as you press against each other, desperate for the release only your bodies can give. The rush of needing each other but knowing there’s little time turns the quick, frantic encounter into something even more intense. You lose yourself in the heat of the moment, everything else fading away.

B – Begging softly after a fight

After an emotional argument, you're both raw and vulnerable. The anger fades as you close the distance between you. The tension is palpable, and soft, breathless begging slips from your lips as he thrusts deeper, hitting that sweet spot of yours. Your bodies move together, trying to fix the hurt with the love act. The fight may have torn you both apart, but the way you give into each other puts you back together.

C – Counter sex

The kitchen counter becomes your stage, your bodies colliding with desperate urgency. He pushes you back, lifting you on the edge as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. There’s no filter, just raw need. The hard surface beneath you both adds to the pleasure, every thrust sending you both spiraling closer to the edge. The heat of the kitchen and the wildness of the moment make it impossible to stop.

D – Dry humping during a lazy morning cuddle session

The peaceful quiet of a lazy morning is shattered by the sudden need to feel each other. As you sit on his lap, cuddling, the slow grinding of your bodies begins. There's no need for words, just the primal urge to get closer. The friction builds, causing your bodies to move against one another in a rhythm that feels almost accidental but so incredibly intentional. The slow heat of morning and your closeness makes the moment so tender yet charged with desire.

E – Exploring each other in the shower

The steam from the shower fogs the glass as your hands roam, exploring each other like you’re discovering new terrain. The water cascades over your bodies, mixing with the heat of your touch. Your fingers trace every inch, each soft kiss feeling like a promise, and every caress is a new way of showing affection. The intimacy of being naked, vulnerable, and wet heightens everything as you both learn each other's body in this intimate, steamy moment.

F – Fingers tangled in hair during oral sex

The world fades away as you have your mouth wrapped around Hyunjin’s length, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding your every move. Each stroke is slow, calculated, and filled with desire. The control he has, gently guiding you, only adds to the intensity. You feel his grip tighten as he presses you closer, your nose almost brushing his hips. His moans of pleasure urge you to continue, pushing you to take him even more.

G – Gripping the bed sheets while moaning his name

The pressure of Hyunjin's body against yours is overwhelming, and as the pleasure builds, you clutch the sheets with your knuckles turning white, unable to hold back the moans that escape your lips. Every movement, every thrust, has you closer to the edge, and the way his name slips from your mouth is both desperate and loving. The intensity of the moment, the connection between you both, is everything as you lose yourself in each other.

H – Hand under the table during a quiet dinner

You’re seated across from each other, the quiet murmur of the restaurant surrounding you, but the real tension is under the table. His hand slides slowly up your leg, fingers grazing the sensitive skin as you try to maintain some composure. Every inch he move closer to your core has you holding your breath, the thrill of being in public and yet sharing this secret moment makes the dinner ends earlier.

I – “I need you”

It slips out in a shaky breath, barely more than a whisper. Hyunjin's voice trembles, hands clutching at you like you're the only thing keeping him sane There's something desperate in the way he says it, like his entire body is unraveling just from wanting you. The words hit deeper than any moan, more intimate than any touch. It’s not just about lust— it's vulnerability and desire tangled in a single plea.

J – Just one more round

Exhaustion lingers between you two, but neither of you can stop. You’re both breathless, yet craving each other’s touch again. One more round, one more time to feel the warmth of his body pressed against yours. The exhaustion only heightens the intensity as you push each other to the edge once more.

K – Knees up, baby

Your back hits the mattress and Hyunjin is already on you, lifting your knees up with a firm grip and a hungry gaze. The new angle makes everything feel deeper, each thrust hitting just right. Your legs wrap tighter around him instinctively, pulling him in as he moves with purpose. The way he whispers, “Just like that, baby”, against your neck sends a thrill straight through you, leaving your body trembling.

L – Licking Nutella from his body

You trail your finger down his stomach, scooping a generous swipe of Nutella and smearing it across his skin right above his waistband. He gasps when your tongue meets his skin, savoring both the taste and the way his muscles tense beneath you. “You missed a spot", he teases breathlessly, but his voice catches when your lips wrap around that exact place. It’s sticky, sweet, and sinfully slow, the kind of mess neither of you wants to clean up properly. At least not with napkins.

M – Marking each other

The intensity of your connection is evident in the way you mark each other. Hands, lips, and teeth leave their traces all over, claiming each other in the most physical way possible. The hickeys on your neck are a visible sign of his possession, the scratches on his back, a reminder of your passion. You both wear the marks proudly as an evidence of your heated love.

N – Nudes sent with flirty captions

Flirty messages and nudes exchanged over text bring a rush of anticipation to the day. With each photo, the captions get a little bolder, the desire more obvious. Every image feels like a promise— something to look forward to. The mix of playful texts and tempting pictures only makes the wait harder, leaving you both restless. And when you finally see each other again, it’s impossible to hold back.

O – On top of the washing machine

The hum of the washing machine beneath you matches the rhythm of your bodies, every vibration making each movement feel deeper, sharper. Your hands grips on his shoulders, back arching as the cool metal contrasts with the heat of his skin. The cycle grows more intense, just like you, until the pleasure blurs with the motion, leaving you breathless and undone with every pulse and thrust.

P – Panties pulled to the side

There’s no time. One hand grabs your thigh, the other yanks your panties to the side with a quick swipe. You're already soaked, and he is groaning at the sight. There's no teasing, no hesitation. Just the heat of his body pressing against yours and the desperate push of his hips, burying himself deep with a breathless curse. It’s raw and filthy and everything you’ve been needing.

Q – "Quiet or I'll stop"

Hyunjin's hand covers your mouth, breath warmly against your ear as he whispers, “Changbin is in the room next door... Quiet or I’ll stop”. The warning sends a jolt straight through you, making it even harder to obey. Every thrust after that is meant to test you, to tease you into breaking the rule. Your moans are muffled, your body twitching under the restraint, and all you can do is cling to him and try not to give in to the urge to cry out.

R – Roleplay

“What’s your name again, officer?”, you tease, as he pushes you up against the wall with a serious glare. “Don’t play with me, doll”, he murmurs, already slipping into character, hands roaming places he definitely shouldn’t if this were real. The roleplay blurs into something hotter than either of you expected, laughter dissolving into low moans, the game becoming just another excuse to lose yourselves in each other completely.

S – Safe word

Your wrists are pinned, breath ragged, Hyun's voice low and rough against your ear: “Say the word if it’s too much". The way he hovers just at the edge of control sends a shiver through you. Every thrust, every command, every rough grip is layered with trust, and that makes the tension electric. You don’t want to use it, not yet. But knowing you can, makes every moment feel even more intimate.

T – Throat fucked deeply

Your hands grip his thighs as he guides your head down. His hips snap forward, forcing himself deeper, groaning as you take every inch. Tears roll from the corners of your eyes, but the way he moans your name makes it worth it. The wet sounds, the heat, the loss of control— it’s all dizzying. You gag softly, but you don’t stop. You want all of him, and Hyunjin knows it.

U – Using toys together for the first time

There’s hesitation at first. Nervous laughter, shy glances… but the curiosity wins. You explore together, learning new ways to pleasure each other, discovering new reactions with each click of a button or a vibration. It’s a shared experience of trust and arousal, the kind of intimacy that brings both of you closer in every sense.

V – Veins

Your eyes follow the lines of his body, those thick veins pulsing in his arms, hands and neck. You grip his forearms as he thrusts into you, watching the veins swell and tighten with each movement. You trail your tongue over the ones on his neck, feeling the heat of his pulse beneath your lips as he moves rougher into you. The way his muscles tighten beneath your touch only fuels the fire between the two of you.

W – Watching you touch yourself

Hyunjin leans against the doorway, arms crossed, watching silently as you slowly slip your hand lower. There’s a softness in his gaze, but the heat is unmistakable. Your back arches slightly, cheeks flushed, and he lets out a low breath. “That’s it… show me how much you need it, baby". You keep your eyes on him the entire time, and the tension in the air is thick, until neither of you can take it anymore.

X – X-rated voicemails

You press record, your voice husky and breathless while Hyunjin is in the company. You tell him everything you’re thinking, every dirty thing you want to do with him or what you’re doing while he listens. You describe it in vivid detail, your voice cracking when your own pleasure overtakes you. Later at the dorm, he plays it on loop, again and again, unable to resist the way you sound when you’re craving for him.

Y- "You want me to come inside?"

He's holding you still, buried deep, voice low and cocky in your ear: “You want me to come inside?” The rhythm doesn’t stop, if anything, it gets messier like he already know your answer. Your nails dig into his back, moans turning frantic, and the way you clench around him gives it all away. He chuckles darkly, breathing hot on your skin, “Say it, baby… beg for it".

Z – Zipping up fast as someone knocks

Your heart is still racing as you rushe to get dressed, giggling breathlessly while pulling your clothes back on. This is one of the disadvantages of doing it in public. His touch still lingers on your skin as you fumble with buttons and zippers, trying to hide what you were just doing moments ago. The knock on the door echoes again, but all you can think about is the way he looks at you— flushed, hungry, and not satisfied yet. He takes your hand and yanks you out of the bathroom, leaving Minho frozen in place, jaw practically touching the floor.

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[daimus]

playing for both of us

Karasu and Otoya know they’re sharing you way before you know. It’s just a matter of slowly acclimating you to it.

wc — 1k

tags — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, fem reader, threesome, cucking kink, penetration, hand job (not from reader), title borrowed from Challengers lol, I'm stuck on bllk sandwiches

Karasu’s not a jealous man. Sometimes he’ll casually bring Yukimiya up while he’s buried in you just to see you squirm. It makes him laugh, his mouth buried against your neck as he feeds you slow, languorous strokes, his hips rolling with a gentle need. But mostly he’s doing it as a joke just to watch you fluster. 

Otoya’s different. He comes as an inevitability of dating Karasu. It’s real. From the very beginning of your relationship, he’s so touchy and handsy with you that it feels wrong. You feel so ashamed when people ask if you’re dating just to look shocked when Otoya cuts in that “No, she’s Karasu’s girl.” It feels like cheating except Karasu never seems upset by the way Otoya’s all over you. In fact, he seems to encourage it. 

Otoya almost always third wheels when you’re out together. It’s a safety thing, Karasu says, like having two bodyguards. He feels more comfortable leaving you alone when you’re out if he knows you’re with his best friend. Otoya will protect you if he’s not there. 

But who’s protecting you from Otoya? 

When he’s drunk, his already few inhibitions go out the window. The back of your neck burns with awareness as he grinds against you from behind, his head thrown back, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat as his hands circle your waist. They’re far lower than they should be. No one in this club would be able to tell that you’re dating his best friend with the way he’s all over you. 

It’s not that you’re just putting up with him, although you do like that it gives Karasu peace of mind to pass you off to him. It’s something about the way he hands you off with this air of easy trust that makes your stomach plummet in a pleasurable way, feeling so guilty for feeling so good. The way Otoya laughs when Karasu asks him to “babysit our girlfriend” makes you dizzy. He’s joking, but the sound of ‘our’ rings in your ears like a gong. 

Karasu returns, smiling at the two of you, watching as his best friend’s wandering hands feel you up. His hands are basically covering your tits, touching and squeezing with abandon while his thigh finds its way between your legs. It makes you feel like you’re the crazy one for caring that your boyfriend’s best friend is groping you on the public dance floor, but it doesn’t stop you from grinding down on the firm muscle brushing against your cunt while Karasu watches. 

The more you let him get away with, the more emboldened Otoya gets. When you’re in the kitchen together, he’ll bend you over the counter in the joking way boys do and pretend to hump your ass, his hips pumping once or twice as you yelp in surprise. Karasu looks up from the living room table and just laughs. He thinks the way you react to his best friend is so funny, goading Otoya on as he tries his best to get under your skin. 

You think they’re just being immature until you catch Karasu jerking Otoya off to the thought of you.

He’s sleeping over again. You told them you were going to bed, but you couldn’t go to sleep knowing they were hanging out without you. On tiptoe, you creep down the stairs and into the hallway, hoping you can sneak into the room and fall asleep on the bed without them noticing. 

Instead of gaming, which you thought they were doing, Karasu’s sitting next to Otoya, lazily jerking him off. Otoya’s pajama pants are dragged down his hips to give Karasu access to him. He drags his fist up and down Otoya’s length slowly as he whines, bucking his hips up in the chair he’s sitting in. 

“Please,” Otoya whimpers, but instead of Karasu’s name, it’s yours falling from his lips. Karasu chuckles and pins him back down as Otoya’s hips jump. He can't control his moans, hiccuping and soft sobbing into his ear.

“You’re so needy, baby,” Karasu says quietly. Otoya mumbles something incoherent. He’s nodding furiously. Karasu presses a soft kiss against his temple, so tender it makes your stomach clench. You feel not as if you’re intruding, not as if you’re a voyeur or even a witness, but a participant. Somehow, even outside of the room, your presence is with them. 

Your hand slips between your thighs almost without thinking. 

“Bite down on this,” Karasu murmurs, slipping the hem of Otoya’s shirt between his teeth. “You’re so loud. You’ll wake her up.” 

Otoya nods obediently, his eyes teary. He makes a soft, punched out noise and his eyes roll back when Karasu twists his hand around the head of his cock. 

“She’s so soft,” he tells him. “Soft all over. Smells so good too. I’ll let you take some of her lotion home. You can huff it like the pervert you are.” He cracks a sideways, secret smile. 

The shirt slips out of Otoya’s mouth. It’s wet with saliva, a small patch darker than the rest. His teeth have left imprints on the fabric. 

“Want it,” Otoya whines. “Please, I’m-“ his voice creaks on every syllable, so tightly wound it hurts. “‘M close.” 

You slip away silently, trying not to think about how sticky your thighs feel. You don’t know how to bring it up to them. For a while, things proceed as normal, which means Otoya flirts shamelessly with you while Karasu watches smugly. 

And then Otoya asks Karasu if he can kiss you one night. Karasu tilts his head at you.

Otoya’s as needy with you as he is with Karasu. 

“Easy, tiger,” Karasu laughs. He’s holding you open so Otoya can pound into you. His fingers dig into your thighs as Otoya's mouth runs nasty, panting as he fucks you. 

“She’s so tight, Tabito, I can feel her sucking me in. Shit, her pussy’s milking me, hungry for it, yeah, you want this, don’t you?” He can’t stop talking. “I’m, I’m going to-“ 

Otoya comes with Karasu’s hand on his hip, pushing him further into you. He keens against your shoulder where it’s pressed against Karasu’s chest. His wet, wet mouth kisses where your skin meets. 

When Otoya’s done with you, Karasu slips inside, fucking his best friend’s cum out of your tender, sore pussy. He grinds into you slow and deep, taking his sweet time. Something about seeing you sloppy and ruined has him harder than ever. He talks Otoya through it, telling him how good you feel, how wet he left you. 

You’re their girl. It’s only right that they each get an equal share of every experience.

[disgustingtwitches]

@rememberwren's Sperm donor!Johnny and Husband!Ghost has been stuck in my head for far too long. So here's a quick unedited little thing I wrote for it!

You forgot exactly what you were nervous about. Then again, you usually forget everything when your husband is between your legs.

“Gotta warm you up properly.”

He said earlier to Johnny and you, his large hand rubbing your thigh just a touch too high and making your face hot. 

You're not sure how much “warming up” you needed; he's been at it for God knows how long, and you're dizzy and pretty sure you can't feel your toes anymore. He can be so mean sometimes when he's like this, biting your thighs when you try to push his head away, smiling at how you whimper.

“You know, I'm starting to think you like it when I do that.”

As overstimulated as you are, you whine when he pulls away. You swear you can see the hearts in his eyes when he looks down at you. Gets you right in the heart. 

When he rolls out of bed and walks to the door you suddenly remember why your stomach was in knots earlier; you're about to sleep with his subordinate. No, that's not the right word. Brother in arms? Best friend? Their relationship always seemed more complex than words could describe. There's a soft knock on the door and you look up to see your husband walk in with Johnny in tow. 

Johnny's knees nearly give in at the sight of your body tangled up in the sheets, breathing hard, and skin glistening.

“Prettiest thing I've ever seen.” 

He smiles while unbuckling his pants. Simon hums in agreement and sits next to you, running his fingers up your arm and neck to caress your face. The look in his eyes could melt you right then and there, grounding and reassuring. Everything is going to be alright; it always has been and always will be.

Your eyes shoot back to Johnny, who's crawling over you slowly. You bite back a groan when Simon coos a good girl as you open your legs more, inviting Johnny to settle between them. The difference between your husband's face and the man hovering over you is night and day; Simon all soft and enamored, Johnny all fervid and lustful. 

“Ye ready?” 

Johnny's voice is almost as shaky as his hands, not nervous but almost deliriously aroused. You never had wandering eyes; it seems like it's wrong to even look at him now, but you don't want this to feel unnatural; you want to enjoy this. So you scan his body, toned chest falling and rising fast, strong arms caging you in, blue eyes so intense you have to look away.

“Uh-huh.”

You reply quietly, bucking your hips against his, your most sensitive parts rubbing against his. The gasp you share makes you both chuckle, easing the tension. You run your hands up his arms and wrap them around his neck. When you pull him closer, he follows eagerly, burying his face against the crook of your neck, stubble tickling you. 

“Dinnae have to do this if you don't want to, hen.” 

“No, I want to.” 

Your voice, smaller than you want it to be, makes Johnny's eyes soften. You look over to Simon, he cocks his head to the side, raising an eyebrow slightly, checking in. You just nod and he nods back. You keep your eyes on Simon while addressing Johnny,

“Ready.”

There's a pause, a shift, and then. You groan and roll your eyes back when he slides in, still facing Simon who blinks fast. Johnny breathes like the air was knocked out of him,

“Jesus…fuck…”

He curses to himself, face still buried at your neck, slowly moving his hips forward until his pelvis meets yours. You whine as he nips your neck and yelp when he punches his hips forward from the sounds you make. Your husband leans over and palms the back of his neck, talking in a low, serious tone that makes you tighten up, 

“Johnny.”

“Yeah, LT?”

“Ease up.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

Johnny places a soft kiss where he bit you. It's all so…overwhelmingly intimate. Another man on top of you, grinding at just the right angle, hitting the right spots, all while your husband watches, instructing him. Simon pulls his hand away from Johnny's neck and shifts on the bed, sitting right next to you. Your eyes go wide when you turn to see him palming his erection. Oh. This is okay. This situation is more than okay. Simon fucking loves this. Johnny too. Guess you should throw away any reservations or doubts you had and just embrace this moment. Enjoy it to the fullest. 

Johnny pulls back, face slightly flushed, panting softly,

“She's so wet, Simon. Just so soft and perfect. Prettiest thing I ever saw...” 

You soak in the compliments but tune him out eventually, your attention drifting down to where Johnny slides in and out of you. It's a dreamy sight, really; you look so good together, it kind of reminds you how wonderful you and Simon look together. 

“Looks real nice, doesn't it? Taking me so well, hen.”

Johnny presses his forehead against yours, looking down while you hum in agreement. It's quiet for a moment, save for the occasional pant and moan or slick sounds from between your legs. A rough hand holds your left and another, larger hand grabs your right. It's all so sweaty, so sticky and sweet. So dazed, you barely register the first kiss Johnny plants on your lips. The second one makes your eyes shoot open, staring right at his annoyingly long, brown lashes until he pulls back and opens his eyes, blindingly blue. Your face gets hot, and you pull your hand to your face, your husband's fingers still intertwined with them. He extends his pointer finger to caress your cheek and you turn your face to look up at him. He's so gentle right now like he knows that's what you need from him. 

A smile plays on his face when you open your mouth and slide his finger into your mouth, sucking softly, rolling your eyes back, and moaning softly. You love giving him a show. Love making him melt in your mouth. He nods over to Johnny, whose jaw is slack, breathing hard. When you look at him, it's quite the sight: blue eyes wide and wild, mouth hanging open, and you can see his pulse right underneath his jawline beating wildly. Just fucking delectable. You pull your face away from Simon's hand and smile up at Johnny who groans and chuckles,

“Christ, LT.”

“Focus, Johnny. Ain't done yet.”

There's something feral that flashes in Johnny's eyes, hungry. Eager to please. You or Simon, you're not too sure. But he hooks an arm under your knees and hikes your leg up as far as it'll go, digging into you until you're a whimpering mess under him. His whole body pressed up against you, pinning you down. His mouth pressed right up against your ear, replacing every thought you had with his voice. 

“Right there? Huh? God, tight cunt right here…C'mon... Tell me how good it is…Tell me.”

He repeats the last phrase until you're mindlessly praising him, telling him what he wants to hear. What he needs to hear. You can feel him smile against the skin right under your ear before pressing tender kisses there. 

You're pressed chest to sweaty, hairy chest when you wrap your arms around him tighter, embracing him. All traces of guilt scraped away with Simon's breathy praise. You move one hand around until it rests on your husband's big thigh, and he tenses up under your touch. 

“C'mon love, give Johnny something real nice. He's been such a trooper, yeah?” 

You nod into Johnny's shoulder, breathless. 

“Uh-huh,”

It hits you hard and fast. Almost unexpectedly. Hearing a small moan escape Simon always sent you over the edge, though, always a rare moment when he lets himself relax and be vulnerable. 

Spasming and moaning under Johnny had his hips moving frantically, desperate for his own release. Biting his shoulder had him crashing right into it, digging deep into you until his hips still. He crushed you under his weight, licking the sweat off your neck. Simon pushed his head away though. 

“Don't forget, she's my wife Johnny.

His voice isn't harsh, it's almost soft. His large frame leans down and presses a tender kiss against your lips. Then another. And another. All while singing velvety praises between each one. For a moment, you forget about the other man in the room lying right on top of you. Until he pulls away, sliding out of you. Almost makes you whine til he starts pressing his lips against your sternum and stomach. Head in the clouds, you feel like you're floating. Suspended in this moment of pure bliss. 

“You got one more in you?”

Simon asks. Before you can answer, Johnny responds eagerly. 

“Always.”

[letsgoletsgetit08]

ateez soft hours pt. 1

how they would treat you while you're on your period

hyung line

warnings: mdni, period sex, smut

word count: 1.9k

ao3 link: hyung line

author's note: I'm feeling some type of way, okay? Don't look at me.

park seonghwa: He knows how sensitive you are while on your period so he takes full advantage of it to help you feel good.

A black towel placed down on his bed, guiding you on top of it, nimble fingers pulling down the blindfold and placing noise cancelling headphones over your ears, playing entrancing music to help you get out of your own head and just let yourself feel everything.

Soft fingers tracing feather-light over your sensitive body, the swell of your breasts, nipples going hard immediately at his touch. The softest carress - he knows they get sore, too.

Gooseflesh rising on your skin as his fingers trace down further, over the swell of your stomach, down to your thighs. Kisses soft as raindrops fall up the inside of your legs.

He knows his touch alone could probably send you over the edge, but he's not one to tease when you're in this state.

Finally, his fingers find your clit and he begins to add pressure, before dipping down further into your folds, using the wetness that has pooled at your core to help his fingers work you with less friction.

It doesn't take long for you to careen over the edge, hips bucking. You can hear him praise you over the music, "Such a good girl, always so good for me."

He slips the blindfold and headphones off one after the other, dipping in to kiss you as your legs wrap around his waist so that he can push inside of you. He knows the sex will help with your cramps, but he's more gentle than usually, laying long, languid strokes, the tip of his dick dragging deliciously over your sweet spot over and over and over until your abs are clenching, your walls milking him for all he's worth with your second orgasm.

You shower together and he wraps you up tight in bed, massaging your lower back and kissing your neck as you fall asleep.

kim hongjoong: He leaves the studio early for you after you text him complaining about how bad your cramps are. He comes by your apartment with takeout and heats up your hot water bottle for you while you get situated on the couch after spending all day in agony in bed.

He eats with you and watches an episode of the silly dating show you've been binging with you until he has to continue working, letting you put your feet in his lap as he works on his laptop.

He can only work for so long before he starts glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You look so cute in his sweatshirt, lip stuck out in a pout as you try to ignore the pain and concentrate on the show. Eventually, his hand moves from your calf to your thigh, unable to stop himself from giving it a small sqeeze. Your legs part instinctively, allowing his hand to trace up further. You can feel the warmth of his hand through the thin fabric of your sleep pants and the sensation drives you crazy. You scooch down on the couch a little so he can reach further up, which he does, fingers nearly to where you're craving them to be.

You let our a small whimper and he either hears it or can just read your mind at that point, fingers finally landing on your still-clothed clit. You grind your hips into them, seeking friction, gaping at the smile curling up at the corner of his mouth.

He set a steady rhythm until you can't take it anymore, sitting up and staring him down until he clicks a few more times, saving the file he's working on, and drops his laptop and headphones a little carelessly onto the coffee table before pulling you into his lap. You straddle his thigh as he begins kissing you, hands gentle as they guide your hips down onto him.

The friction and pressure are everything and you're about to fall apart when he whispers, "Go ahead, darling. Make yourself feel good. I love when you use me." His thumb finds your clit again through your pants and you fall forward to his shoulder, rutting against him a few more times until you find yourself tumbling into pleasure, breathing hard as he praises you, "There we go baby. Feels better now, doesn't it?"

You hum an acknowledgement, already about to slip into sleep. He realizes and picks you up, walking you to your bed, where he tucks you in for the night, kissing your forehead before he goes back into the living room to continue working for a few more hours. He joins you later that night and lets you roll practically on top of him, rubbing your back in comforting circles as he drifts to sleep.

jeong yunho: He knows you're extra aroused while menstruating and takes full advantage of this fact. Orders in steak and cheesecake because "You need the extra iron and protein right now, honey." The cheesecake is just because you like it. But that will be saved for later. The red wine he brings over goes with the steak, though.

You eat until he is satisfied, sipping on your wine as the food digests. He listens attentively as you complain about your discomfort throughout the day, never making you feel silly for your vulnerability, face looking concerned as you talk. He kisses your hand, "I wish I could take all the pain away from my princess." His eyes darken as he kisses all the way up the inside of your forearm, sending shivers down your spine. You feel yourself getting slick, thighs clencing together, which doesn't go unnoticed by Yunho.

He stands up slowly from the couch, pulling you up with him and into a deep kiss that turns desperate and messy very quickly. His hands grope your ass and you moan into his mouth. A few quick movements and he has you bent over the armrest of the couch, pants ripped down, teasing your aching cunt with his cock.

He likes that your blood serves as extra lubrication. Not that you need it. He makes you so wet so easily. But it never hurts, especially with how big he is. The stretch as he enters you never gets old, feeling especially incredible right now. You suck him in greedily and he starts fucking you, snapping his hips exactly how he knows you need it.

"Fuck, baby, you feel amazing. So tight. God, I love watching myself disappear into you, you have no idea." His hands find your waist and you feel his thumbs rub circles into your lower back where he knows you carry pain during your time of month. One of them slips all the way around, long fingers finding your throbbing clit and it only takes a few more strokes, which he lays in time with the strokes of his fingers, before you're clenching around his considerable girth. He finishes quickly behind you, filling you to the brim.

His cock glistens red when he pulls out. You'd be more embarrassed, but you know he finds it hot.

You shower together afterwards, and he can't resist getting you off again, with deft, precise fingers.

kang yeosang: "Oh no! My poor angel. Stay right where you are, I'm leaving work early. I'll be there soon, okay darling?" His voice is so sweet over the phone. You feel tears pool in your eyes. You know it's partly just the hormones, but goddamn do you love Kang Yeosang.

"Aw, baby, you don't have to-" You start to protest.

"Uh-uh. Nope. My sweetheart is not going to suffer alone. I won't take no for an answer." You smile at his soft lisp, knowing that he's telling the truth. He might be the most gentle person you've ever met, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like being in control.

"Okay, if you insist." You sigh into the phone.

"Good girl." You can picture the smile on his face as he says it, knowing that it drives you mad with need every time. "See you soon, love."

Thirty minutes later, he's unlocking the door to your apartment with the copy of the key you made him, pint of ice cream clutched in one hand.

"Hi baby!" He calls to you from your spot in bed, "Stay there, I'm just grabbing spoons."

He's the one taking care of you, but you end up wiping the corners of his mouth where he's managed to get ice cream while eating it with you in your bed. "Messiest eater I know." You tease him.

"How do you know I'm not saving that for later?" He acts affronted.

"Because." You kiss him on the cheek, "You're sweet enough already, you don't need the extra sugar on your face to prove it."

He giggles, "That doesn't make any sense."

"Yeah, well, I don't have to make sense right now, all my blood has left my brain and has formed a sentient knife demon in my uterus that is trying to stab its way out from the inside." You fix him with big puppy dog eyes.

"Hmm..." He considers what you've said, "Well then you'd better start calling me 'Demonslayer.'"

"Huh-?" He doesn't let you finish computing what he just said, pulling you into a real kiss, turning so that he's pushing you into the mattress.

He has your pants down in an instant, face plunging between your legs, tongue expertly teasing your clit, exploring your folds, dipping low to circle your entrance. He comes up for air, "I'll show you messy eater."

He's not joking, either. He's not satisfied until you've come on his face and around his fingers at least three times. He finally comes up for air, chin tinted slightly pink, face wet from your multiple orgasms, "How do you taste amazing even like this, angel? I swear, I'm the luckiest man on earth."

He draws you a bath afterwards, adding the lavender epsom salt mix he knows helps relax your muscles, never needing to be asked to do it. You lean back onto his chest in the bathtub and let him massage your neck and shoulders. His fingers slip down to your chest, soap making easy work of things as he cups your breasts in his hands, fingers teasing your nipples. He can't resist. He always loves making you feel good, but when you're extra sensitive, it's like a drug to him.

You're close to coming just from the attention to your nipples.

"Go ahead and touch yourself, angel," He whispers into your ear, "I've got you."

The added pressure between your legs as you touch yourself is all you needed to send waves of pleasure coursing through your body once more.

"Oh, there we go." His deep voice vibrates as it resonates in his chest, "I love watching you, darling. And such pretty noises you make for me."

"Thank you, Sangie." You pant, still coming down from your orgasm. You can tell he's hard behind you but he never lets you help him out when you're on your period. He insists it's all about you and making you feel good. His pleasure can wait. He gets enough of it just helping you get yours.

"Of course, my love." He kisses right below your earlobe.

Later, he grabs your favorite stuffy from your bookshelf and hands it to you to cuddle as he curls up to spoon you from behind. You usually let them sleep on the shelf when he's over, but he knows you find extra comfort in them when your're feeling especially emotional. He's everything you could have ever asked for and more.

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

KINKTOBER DAY 8

BREEDING

EYELESS JACK

Jack had been worried for the day you'd have to experience his rut. He'd gone through it before while he was dating you, but he made the proxies take you far away. Your smell would drive him absolutely crazy. He'd told you it was for the best, but heavens forbid you believed him.

When the week was over, he let you come back home. He needed you to take care of him after such a tiring experience. You pretty much babied him the whole next week and he was so thankful. Of course you were filled to the brim with questions which he groggily answered. But the one that stuck the most was one he wasn't expecting.

"You'll let me help you next time right...?"

He was surprised. You'd want to help him, a demon, through his rut? What were you? Crazy?

It took up until the week before his next rut of you convincing him for him to finally say yes. He'd try his best to be nice, but he made you quite aware that his self control is very minimal during that week.

The week was finally upon you. Jack had locked himself in his room, only letting you in on the third day. The first and second day was usually the worst, so he wanted to save you from that, especially for the first time you'd experience his rut. Maybe next time around he'd let you have the full week together.

He was curled up in his bed, desperately humping his pillow that had your shirt on it. He was hot and sweaty, completely naked trying to get any sort of relief, any sort of chill on top of that.

You didn't know what you expected but it certainly wasn't your demon boyfriend all curled up and small. As soon as he heard the door close his eyes were focused on your form, your sent was overwhelming and his control was already beginning to dwindle.

He held out a clawed hand for you, pulling you to him when you placed your small hand in his. He let out a deep growl as he inhaled your sweet scent.

"Please help me..." He whispered, pressing his head into the pillow as his hips continued to grind.

All you could do was stand in shock, you'd never seen him like this...

"Y/N... Please..." His whispers turned into whines the longer you refused to touch him.

Finally when you began stroking his cock was when he let his head come out from the pillow. His mouth hung open as you worked his massive cock over in your tiny hands. Incoherent whines and groans fell from his lips as you continued. Eventually when you added your mouth to the equation he felt something inside of him snap. A guttural growl was all you heard as he pushed your head down on his hard cock.

It took all the self control he had to not choke you to death on his dick. Pulling you up harshly by your hair he moved you on top of him, slamming you down on him, not giving you any prep at all. You felt as if your demon was splitting you in half. You'd felt pain before but nothing quite of this magnitude.

His massive hands gripped your waist as he continued to slam you down over and over and over again.

All he could do was mumble through the unexplainable pleasure you were giving him without even trying.

"Mine... Mine... All mine... I'm gonna fill you up... All full of my babies... You're gonna make such a good mother... Fuuuuck..."

He was so close... So damn close... He fucked up into you, meeting your hips as he chased after his raging orgasm.

"Oh fuck- Fuck please- I need this so bad-" He moaned out, practically begging himself to cum.

It was only seconds later that he did, letting his seed fill you right up to the brim. Of course that didn't stop him. He wouldn't stop until you were cock drunk, used and abused, and he finally got the relief he needed.

[thef1diary]

Hii would you be open to writing a piece for Lewis based on his verse in “Pipe”? It’s been stuck in my head lately 😫

Pipe Down | L. Hamilton

Summary: it’s just smut 🤭

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Warnings: 18+ smut, oral, fingering, reader says ‘sir’ like once, pussy obsessed lewis tbh, allusions to riding

Pairing: lewis x fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

a/n: it’s been stuck in my head too!! honestly if it wasn’t requested, I would’ve ended up writing it anyways 🫣

You were straddling Lewis, stripped down to nothing but your panties. Your legs framing his had you feeling slightly vulnerable since your pussy was only covered by a flimsy piece of cloth that he could easily take off if he wanted to. He laid his calloused palms on the side of your legs, trailing his fingers up and down the hem to playfully tease you through the lace.

Your arms rested on his shoulders, your hand weaving between his braids and pulling them with a tiny whine leaving your lips as his thumb skimmed over your folds hidden by a piece of fabric, slightly dampening the sensations.

You know I got a wild imagination

"Lew," you muttered breathlessly. He hummed, tilting his head up to lock his gaze with you, "what do you want, sweetheart?"

Instead of replying with words, you brought your hand to grasp his chin and led his lips closer to claim yours. He didn't hesitate to deepen the kiss, easily able to take your breath away as if he had the power to give it to you in the first place.

You gasped against his mouth when his fingers snuck underneath the lace that was covering your pussy. He spread your folds, teasing your hole by tracing around it but never inserting his finger.

I like to play the doctor, operation

You couldn't keep your lips on his anymore, instead tilting your head back with a curse leaving your mouth. "Please," you muttered, looking at the way a corner of his lip turned down in a slight frown, his movements stopping completely.

"Please what?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. As you opened your mouth to respond, his thumb pressed against your clit causing a louder moan to leave your mouth at the sudden sensation.

"Please, sir, I need your fingers," you groaned out, and his frown was replaced by a smirk, pleased by your choice of words.

Spread it on the bed like a patient

Without a warning, he resumed his movements. Sliding two fingers between your folds to wet his fingers before slipping them inside you. "Good girl."

"Mmm fuck," you gritted out once he picked up the pace, introducing his thumb to create circles on your clit.

He urged you to start moving by pressing his free hand on your hip. "C'mon baby, fuck yourself on my fingers," he said, stopping his fingers once again and making you cry out in frustration. You obliged, grinding down on his fingers, gasping when he thrusted up a few time to catch you by surprise.

I'm about to show you domination

Looking down, you furrowed your brows briefly before moving your panties to the side, allowing both of you to see his tatted fingers enveloped by you over and over again.

He lifted your chin to face him, looking at you intensely while your jaw drops open in a silent moan. "Yeah, that's it," he praises after curling his finger slightly, feeling you clench around them.

Watching his name pass your lips breathlessly, he needed to claim them with his. Your eyes fluttered closed and you blindly rested your hand at the base of his neck, returning the kiss with just as much passion and need for your lover.

Got that nana dripping like a waterfall

Lost in the pleasure, you let out a sharp gasp when Lewis flipped you over, laying you down on the bed. He slid his fingers out, and both your gazes were attracted to it. You watched with an unwavering gaze as he licked your wetness from his fingers, his eyes closing and humming at the taste.

He leaned over you and began trailing kisses down your throat, lingering a few extra moments on your chest and enveloping your nipple in his mouth.

You pressed your palms on his cheeks, looking at him with hooded eyes. "Lewis, I need you, please baby," you almost pouted, and he couldn't help but chuckle and peck your lips quickly. "You already have me."

Oh na na na good, I could eat it all

Lying next to you, his hands made quick movements. Fingers hooking in the hem of your panties, he stretched the flimsy lace beyond its limit and ripped it off your body. You gasped, "Lewis!"

He simply shrugged, "you don't need them anyways." Then, he patted your thigh, "spread your legs for me, sweetheart."

Settling between your legs, he couldn't help but admire you as if he was looking at you for the first time, but he was very familiar with every inch of your body.

I'mma dive in, touch the ocean floor

Lewis grabbed onto your thighs to keep them apart essentially since he knew that you squirm when the initial kiss is pressed to your cunt. Lowering his face towards your pussy, he licked his lips seeing your slick running down and staining the bedsheets from your previous activities.

His warm mouth enveloped your clit, sucking on it while making little flicking motions with his tongue. Your hips bucked up on instinct that only caused him to let his tongue wander to the spots that he knew you loved.

You saw his eyes rolling back for a moment before they closed, groaning against your pussy when he licked from your hole to your clit, causing a burst of vibrations firing up every vein in your body.

You already know what you came here for

He knew the right touches that would bring you closer to the edge faster than anyone else could've—even you couldn't reach the same spots with your own fingers. That only made you want him more. If it were up to you, you'd have him between your legs at least once a day.

You could feel your orgasm bubbling up like champagne in every part of your body, ready to burst and Lewis was the one controlling the cork containing it all.

"Are you gonna make a mess for me?" With a hint of sarcasm in his tone, he inquired, knowing full well that you would botch the question, but he was only interested in hearing you try to formulate an answer. You nodded with a plethora of pleads and his name leaving your mouth.

You know that I'm grown and I'm 'bout it

While your pussy gushing and clenching was a sight he'd never want to miss, Lewis looked at your face, noting all the little expressions that took over.

Spreading your legs further as much as you could, you propped one up with your foot resting flat on the mattress, pushing your cunt closer to Lewis until his nose nudged your clit.

Feeling the perfect pressure of the bridge of his nose brushing against your clit, you couldn't help but grind against it. While you were busy chasing the pleasure, wanting to reach over the edge, Lewis re-entered two of his fingers in your warm, inviting cunt.

And I know what to do witcha body

When you heard him say, "cum for me," the bubbling energy bursted, sending a reliving coarse heat throughout your body while your moans echoed in the room. Your pussy clenched around his fingers as your cum seeped out of your hole.

Lewis was desperate to taste it, greedy for it even, so he pulled away his fingers and pushed his tongue deep so he could taste every bit of your sweet release.

Revelling in the post orgasmic bliss, you sighed, still feeling Lewis' tongue gently running through your folds as your heartbeat returns to a normal rhythm.

Every single time that you drop it

He pressed a kiss on your clit that caused you to buck up your hips, but he quickly soothed it with another kiss to your inner thigh. He could've stayed between your legs for hours, just soaking up your distinctive taste, but his own throbbing cock needed attention.

Specifically, attention that was either provided by your tight pussy, or your warm and talented mouth. He couldn't decide just yet, so he inched up your body and ignored his own release to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

His arms wrapped around your waist and rolled over, finding that he preferred you on top of him. "We're not done yet, baby, come ride me." His words elicited a smirk from you, shuffling to prepare yourself to sink down on his cock, knowing it would be a long, pleasurable night.

Trust me I know what to do with it

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[hoshiros]

—✯ R U MINE?

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cw. 18+ mdni. gen "just the tip" narumi, afab!reader. no condoms, lap sitting, dry humping, biting/marking, creampie, teasing, p→v sex, lots of swearing, attempts at humour lol...

NARUMI GEN has been ignoring you for six hours and thirty-four minutes.

In the time since you've arrived to his room, you've taken a nap, had some yakisoba, brushed your teeth, went on a nice doom scroll, and gotten back into bed.

And Gen... has barely looked in your direction, let alone spoken to you.

Had you known that buying him the DLC for his all-time favourite title would lead to you being abandoned, you would have gotten him something more practical—a new comforter, or multivitamins, or condoms, for goodness sake.

But here you are, dangling off the edge of his futon with blood rushing to your head. In your haziness, you can just make out his body filtering the light of his console. The soft sounds of the game fill the room, driving you to the brink of insanity.

"Gen," you whine quietly from the bed, watching him shuffle in his spot on the floor to crack his stiff back. "Come to bed."

"A couple more minutes," he huffs, turning around on his knees so you can see his chest. "Almost done."

Even with his promise, his attention never leaves the screen, the blue light cast onto his face making the circles under his eyes all the more evident. You pout, leering at his console, then him.

The noise that leaves you is indignant, irritation rising into your throat until it wills you to slip off the futon. Gen's eyes briefly flicker up to scrutinize you when you thud unceremoniously onto the floor, but then he pays you no mind while you shuffle over to him on your hands and knees.

"You're a jerk," you murmur, ducking under his arms to snake your way against his body. He grunts but lets you wiggle your way into his arms anyway, holding the console up high so you can't obstruct it.

"And you're clingy," he jabs back, though his words are devoid of malice.

He adjusts you carefully so that he can wrap his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder to see his screen. Your arms wrap around his neck until you're snug against him, finally warm and comfortable in his lap.

Your satisfaction lasts about three minutes. Again, he's ignoring you even though you're cradled against him.

You resort to desperate measures.

It starts with an adjustment that makes his eyes narrow. At first, it's subtle—the slightest roll of your hips and the faintest of friction as you settle deeper into his lap.

Gen can't tell if it's on purpose, the way you're so perfectly grinding against his dick that's getting hard at an alarming rate for what could be no reason.

Then, it's clear as day what your intention is when you release your hug around his neck to favour raking your nails down his chest with a sultry look.

His hand flies from his joycon to your waist, lip wobbling to give away his weak conviction as he scolds you. "Quit that," he hisses quietly.

The pads of his fingers roughly squeeze at your flesh, trying to force your body into submissive immobility. Still, you double down, gently sinking into the divot of his lap and keening into him.

"I'm lonely," you say, words so breathless that he can hardly hear them over his game. He shivers, and the expression he gives you sends a lick of heat down your spine.

You can't decipher whether he wants to be stern or if he wants to beg for just one more delicious swirl of your hips—perhaps both, though the words seem stuck in his throat either way. You smile sweetly knowing how easy he is to have.

Despite everything, Gen loves the simplicity of being yours.

He doesn't need to think twice. In fact, he'd rather be mauled to pieces by a Kaiju than do anything but be yours. That's why he gives in so easily—setting down the console so fast that he doesn't even save his progress.

Gen barely gets halfway through his complaint, muttering about how you'll be the death of him, when your lips find the front of his throat. "Shit," he curses, both hands roaming up your sides. He stops at your ribs, giving you a look of disapproval.

"Play fair," he warns.

"I am playing fair," you argue, then proceed to nudge his jaw with your nose. He sucks in a sharp breath as you pepper kisses up his jaw to the space just below his ear, not missing even a centimetre of his skin.

Gritting his teeth, he does everything he can to not give in to you right away. It would be totally lame for him to fall for your little ploy.

"Gen... Gen," you chant his name softly between pants, kisses littered down his neck until you reach his Adam's apple. It bobs violently as you linger there, silently considering how you should torment him next.

His warm hands dip down to where your thighs meld into your hips, unfurling the bottom of your shirt so he can feel the expanse of skin beneath the pads of his fingers.

Gen wastes no time tracing over your sides up to your chest. He's shameless in his grabbing and pinching, making sure to remember every inch of your body as if that would give him control of the situation back.

You draw in a slow breath, curling into his touch until he can feel the rise and fall of your chest against his. He reaches for the console, the screen dim now that he's been inactive.

"Need to save," he grumbles.

He feels the smooth plastic of his joycon for only a millisecond before his hand flies back to your hip. The reason? He's about to do something as humiliating as cum in his pants because of a little dry humping.

"Did you get it?" You ask breathlessly, feeling the hardness in his sweats pressed firmly against you. 

"Yup," he lies, rutting into you like a teenager who can't control himself. "Totally."

Gen is going to lose it, actually. He can feel every bit of self-control slipping. (Though, he's never been good at it in the first place.)

“I want you.”

Each word is interrupted by another press of your lips against his warm skin up to his tight jaw.

"Ran out of condoms, you know that. You try’na kill me?" Gen asks with a dry swallow, patience wearing thin as you kiss the corner of his lips.

“I want you,” you say once more into his mouth as if it were a spell being cast. “Need you. Please? Just a bit? You can pull out, baby.” You wiggle your hips side to side, gently coaxing him into giving you just an inch.

Fuck. How could he say no to that?

It's embarrassing how fast he frees his dick from the constraints of his pants and boxers, as if he were just waiting for you to ask politely. If you didn't look as riled up as he did, you probably would have called him out on it.

Thank god you're too busy panting into his mouth as he clumsily helps you out of your shorts to leave your bottom bare in his lap.

The tip of his dick kisses your hole and he groans, eyes glued to the way you wet him with so much slick. He runs his length up and down your folds, thumb pressed against the vein so nicely that the friction is electrifying.

Even so, he feels bad not making you cum at least once first. You watch in surprise as he spits into his palm and fists himself a few times, coating his member in the hopes that you'll take him easier.

The noise you make when he first pushes the head past your entrance is addicting.

You curse in sync, soft whimpers matching as he sinks shallowly into you. Gen tries to speak but words fail him, so he opts to nip at your throat instead—a silent apology for not helping you cum first.

It takes a minute for you to adjust to the stretch. He leaves a trail of gentle kisses up and down the side of your neck, relishing in the tiny gasps and moans that escape you in the process.

You give his hips one firm squeeze with your thighs to tell him you're ready to move, and—

"Oh, shit," he moans, your walls squeezing him when you sink down and ride back up like you have dozens of times before. It never gets old.

He wants to move his hips, too. He wants to fuck you until you're a puddle in his lap. Then he gets the urge to cum humiliatingly early again and bites the inside of his cheek to push the thought away.

If he didn't know any better, he would think that unsatisfied look twisting in your face was nothing. However, he knows you have even less self-control than he does.

And what do you know? Gen chokes on his spit when you sink down noticeably further.

“Hah…” He laughs humourlessly, breath ghosting in your ear. “You fuckin’ asshole.”

“I slipped,” you argue weakly, dragging your hips upward until his aching tip is just about to spill out of you. Then you glide back down, and the way your pussy swallows up the extra length once again nearly makes him cry out.

“You said just the tip,” Gen warns, but the way he buries himself yet another inch deeper says it all.

“I’m not the only one who needs that reminder,” you tease, jaw falling slack as he shallowly humps into you. 

The way he fucks you is sloppy, hips rolling into yours with no real rhythm. Heat boils in his stomach, and by the time the fog clears from his heady mind, he realizes far too late that he's filled you with another inch.

Gen chokes again, groaning into your skin while he sinks his fangs into your shoulder. It's so good—too good, he can't fucking help himself.

"You're so annoying, y'know that?" He mutters. You whine high and needy in response, hands wandering up his shoulders to wrap around his neck and tangle in his hair.

Screw words. He'll just tell you the only other way he knows how. Screw you and the temptation he can never resist. Screw just fucking you a little bit.

Gen loves doing things halfway, but never this. Never you.

He nudges his way up to your ear, nipping gently at the lobe. "You're in for it now."

And suddenly his hand is trailing down your stomach and between your thighs. You sputter when the pad of his thumb squeezes against your clit.

"Gen?" You squeak in surprise. He kisses his way to your cheek, lips lingering there for a moment before his thumb starts circling around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Shut up," he murmurs, relishing in the way his deliberate movements draw breathy pants from your throat. Your walls squeeze him deliciously, nearly milking his poor, leaky cock.

Gen was always so mean to you—it's because he could never get tired of the soft sounds spilling from your swollen lips. There was no boss fight, no new console unboxing; nothing could ever feel as good as the way your walls hug him.

He finally rolls up into your warmth, pushing and filling you up until his hips are flush against yours. The wet smack is deafening. He's so fucked. There's no way he'll be coherent enough to pull out in time.

"Look what you did," he laughs, but it comes short. Groaning instead, he buries his face against you to kiss down the valley of your chest and back up to your shoulder where he stops to bite. "How 'm I supposed to pull out now?"

Painting a picture of flooding you with his cum until you're full and leaking makes his cock throb inside of you, earning him a pleased noise. You bounce with pathetic effort, hip stopped in place with one hand while the other works you undone between your thighs.

"Don't know what I'm gonna do with you."

"Just be quiet and cum inside of me, Gen," you huff, conviction finally thrown out the window in favour of having your cunt stuffed with his spend.

"Nuh-uh. You said to pull out. You'd kick my ass later."

"I won't—" you gasp, his dick abusing a soft, spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back. "I will not!"

"Nah. You asked for this."

You open your mouth to protest again, only for it to snap shut when he thrusts into you so roughly that your voice leaves you.

"Cat got your tongue?"

You glare at your boyfriend, though you look to be on the verge of tears. The sight makes him all the needier, chasing the high he knows is coming.

"Just kiddin', babe," he snickers. "I'll give you what you want."

And he does. He always does.

Gen finally releases your hip, allowing you to ride him properly. He matches your rhythm, the depth he reaches causing your knees to shake against the floor.

He fixates on the glistening ring of white at the base of his cock where your pussy swallows him up. It's too much. He loves this so much. He loves you so much.

There's only about ten things in the entire world that could make Gen put down a good game. Half of them are Kaiju related. The other half all have your name attached to them.

He gives you a look, knowing and sly as he rolls your clit gently between his fingers. That's all it takes for you to topple into his chest, shivering and squirming while you cum on his dick.

Gen only lasts another few rolls of his hips until he's spilling inside of you, shoving his face into the space between your shoulder and neck to hide his pathetic strain.

Your pulse races against his cheek. There's a sharpness in your breath as you catch it, body still trembling in his lap with every minute shift of his hips. 

His switch makes a noise to tell him his battery is low. Gen pulls away from the crook of your neck just enough to look at the blinking notification. He's just about to reach over to save when—

"More," you rasp into his ear.

His hand falters in the air, and the twitch of his cock is telling enough.

"I gotcha," he grunts, fist clenched tight as he draws it back to wrap around your back and pull you flush into his chest.

If his console dies, he has no qualms making up that six hours and thirty-four minutes of gameplay again. An easy price to pay as long as he gets to be yours.

[ninguitar]

꣑ৎ　────　𝓡ED WINE KISSIN' , YJM 　　　　in the house that your parents got for you, rented 𓈒𓈒𓈒

───﹙☕️﹚𝓢. ｡｡　jimin was everything you wanted, and the only way you could ever reach into her heart, was through a simple friends-with-benefits ordeal, though it feels like swallowing a tough pill when you realize you've irrevocably fallen for her.

𝓹airing. yu jimin x f!r 𝓰enre. fluff, angst wc. 3.2k+ notes. WARNING. ⚠️ a lil suggestive. inspo from gilmore girls & yellowjackets. :3 lwk made jimin a cunt sorry 😓 (MASTERLIST)

now playing ⋆ nights like this by the kid laroi

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED, REALLY, and every bone in your body just tells you and pleads, that you stop letting yourself succumb to the same bottle of booze. and synonymously, nothing made sense to you, how you could've possibly ended up in yu jimin's sheets.

all your friends remembered her from school vividly, and occasionally, she'd cling onto a new girl and prance around with them every other week, a new girl wrapped around her finger only to be dumped aside the next week. "what a cunt," you recall telling your friends, snickering as you did so, but that was only back then. you always wondered how you succumbed to karina's whims and pleas the way you did with booze.

and you couldn't shake off the bitter taste that remained in your tongue, as you dwell on the past—the way you drunkenly and breathlessly muttered out, 'i like your pilgrim hat,' a careless and crooked smile curbing your lips, while a jimin with no hat on at all looked at you, a clueless expression. that was the start of it all—the start of an unnecessarily strung-on relationship between you two.

nothing was in your guys' futures—no dates, no promise rings or flowers, just the comfort of one-another in your beds. and in no shape or form could either of you call one-another their own. the moments in which one of you called the other, hoping to seek comfort were nothing, really—even if one of you ran to the other's side almost immediately. and usually, late night talks from those moments always led to more, to her lips pressed up against yours in a frenzy, her lipgloss smearing against yours down to your chin.

of course, you've asked about your guys' relationship—multiple times, actually—but the korean girl always brushed it off, your heart cracking bit by bit each time she ignored you. and usually, she'd just text you, spewing out less than futile apologies mixed in with promises that you'd always believed in, which often brought you back in her sheets.

dusk ate away at the light streaks that were previously in the sky, the trees leaves rustling, though it was overpowered by the chatter and sound of bodies grinding on one-another at the party. and of course, you stagger on your legs, trying not to knock over anything, because you knew that eventually whichever snobby kid who hosted the party would pin it back onto you. you turn your head to glance at your friends, tutting, "if i'm still letting that stuck-up kid beat me in badminton next match, shoot me in the head and put me out of my misery," as you point to one of the guys trying to buy karina a drink.

you watch over them, almost dumbfounded. your lips curl in a sneer, the cup in your hands trembling slightly. you're barely able to fight the urge to just throw your cup, your jaw clenched. it stings, a reminder that you two were anything but dating, and that churns a pit of dread in your stomach. you force a smile, and you step back in search of some waiter for another drink.

another red plastic cup is already in your hand, and biting the rim of the cup, you take a swig. sleazily, your gaze shamelessly fixates on karina—whatever you guys were, you just knew she was devilishly attractive, and that always lured you in for more. you carelessly stuff hors d'oeuvres down your throat, not paying any mind to what they even were—hell, they were food served by some rich kid with personal maids, no way would they taste that egregious.

"are you sure you can even drive home?" one of your friends—sunwoo—questions, his eyes narrowing as he watches you carelessly shove anything down your throat. he reluctantly grabs your plate with the rest of your peculiar food combos and dumps it into the trash, shaking his head, "god, you're gonna complain about your hangover all morning tomorrow," he predicts, a grin adorning his face, as you retaliate.

"and god knows whose bed you'll be in tonight," you snicker, chuckles escaping your breath, as sunwoo plays along, as equally as intoxicated as you to even protest—you were right. the korean guy just shakes his head, nudging your shoulder, "enough teasing," he points his cup towards your direction, "let's talk about you and that god-awful girl," referring to jimin. sunwoo never liked karina, insisting that she was gonna toss you aside eventually, and a sense of disdain always painted his features at the mention of her. though, for you, he tolerated her—mainly because you begged him to.

"she's… not bad at all," you shrug, "you just don't get it, sunwoo. she's out of this world," you trail off, mindlessly talking about karina as though she was a goddess, and really, in your eyes, she was. a look of disgust washes over his features at your words, and shaking his head, he relents, "just be safe—you know what everybody says, she's the spawn of the devil. you owe me twenty bucks for that keg stand by the way," he huffs out the last sentence.

to you, it made sense that sunwoo acted in a crass way; he knew you like the back of his hand, and you were all he had growing up, so you guys were practically conjoined twins. he just simply took it on himself to make sure you were happy, even if it meant crushing your feelings sometimes. however, to karina, it only irritated her, and here and there, she'd drop complaints about him, hoping you'd catch on. of course, she relented at one point, growing less indignant towards him.

"anyway, i can't drive you home, my dad's gonna freak if he sees you hammered," sunwoo shrugs, stumbling as he tries to get up, and as he does so, karina strolls into your line of vision amongst a crowd, her lips curling into a half-assed grin. you mutter under your breath, "i'm not hammered, just a little tipsy, like i'm on cloud 9." a toothy smile plays on your face, as you brush past sunwoo, hollering out a 'bye!' you sneak up behind karina, hoisting her up in the air, and spinning her around.

a wide grin breaks out on her previously dull face, laughter wringing, before you plop her down. you instinctively lean in against her and relax your body against her's, before her gaze traces your features, "christ, you look like you just got out of a zombie apocalypse," she murmurs, unbridled concern laced in her tone. and by then, you still don't notice the way your sneak-up behind her made her spill a bit of her champagne onto her shirt, and that she'd somehow manage to maintain her composure. everybody knew, that if it weren't you making it spill, she'd be livid. her laughter quickly subsides, "i told sunwoo to make sure you'd still be able to drive yourself home, god, that guy—"

you shake your head, interrupting her train of thought, "sunwoo did, he just had to go home." you shrug, trying to dismiss the way karina's forehead was scattered with worry lines creased in them. the korean girl meekly bites her vicious words back, too wrapped up in the fact you were intoxicated off your mind. "you good?" you murmur, as she looks back at you, her eyes drooping down to your face, and then narrowing slightly.

"yeah, i'm good," she mutters too flatly, before playfully pinching your arm, sarcasm dripping from her words, "real great—i'm stuck with a drunk," eliciting a series of giggles from you. you quickly sputter, shaking your head, "you'll live, 'rina," and you lighten up almost immediately. continuing, you exclaim, "you're meant to be getting shitfaced and partying right now!"

"i did—i just don't like the drunk guys. anyway, how about i drive you home, yeah?" karina asks, her voice gentle yet probing. a faint smile tugs at her lips as she watches you let a giggle slip out past your incessant comments of partying and begrudgingly, you nod, trying to push yourself as close to her as humanly possible. and you hold onto her, like she was a prize that you won, fair and square.

the wind blows, sounding almost like running water, as the korean girl tries to gently hold onto you, an incapacitated girl, until you guys reach her car, the girl feeling a rush of relief. judging by the fact that you weren't spewing out any nonsense yet, you were probably delirious, everything blurring together in your vision. a noise of annoyance escapes karina's throat, as she helps you into the car, sighing.

and just as karina was starting the engine, you lament, your voice tinging with playfulness, "lighten up, jimin. you're always so tense, even sunwoo thinks so." karina raises a brow, her eyes darting up to look at you from the rearview mirror, and beside you, was a bottle of some useless, expensive alcohol you swiped from the party.

"i'm not tense," she scoffs, though there's a faint grin adorning her face, as she barely suppresses her chuckles past her faux annoyance. your laughter wrings outside the car, and her eyes linger on you at any time she had before the traffic lights flashes green. your gaze drifts to the moonlit sky, sitting quietly, and lost in your thoughts. the car drive was a blur of laughter and shared stories, the kind of carefree joy that you haven't felt with anybody but jimin.

"your house?" karina murmurs, as she waits for the light to buzz green, and with your tone taking on a frustrated edge, you mutter, "i don't wanna go, 'rina. can't i stay over at yours?" you practically plea, your voice hoarse, as you card a hand through your hair, "just wanna be anywhere with you, c'mon."

"okay," the korean girl breathlessly mumbles, biting back any of her concerned words, and you never really ever questioned why she was like this—the way her voice was always dulcet and just barely above a whisper when it came to you. that was an enigma to you.

nestled in karina's bedroom, the soft glow of her laptop casting gentle shadows on the walls, you sat on her bed, your jacket discarded god-knows-where. a pack of tylenol sat beside you on the nightstand, 'in case you wake up tomorrow majorly hung-over' in karina's words. curling up beside the korean girl under the cover, with your legs tangled together in a comfortable knot, you mumble incoherent words under your breath. the world ceased to exist in those moments, and before you knew it, your lips were against karina's in a fervent manner.

"eager, aren't you? the teasing words manage to escape her breath, and retaliating, you grunt, "shut up and just kiss me, 'rina." every few seconds, the korean girl mutters out playful words under her breath, wanting to just get under your skin for no apparent reason, and to prevent her, you press your lips against hers feverishly. and in between those teasing comments lingering in the air, she'd mumble out praise—from "my pretty girl," to "mine forever."

her hands moves to the back of your head, her touch firm yet controlled, as she pushes you closer to her. your hands press up against her chest, and in response, karina further presses your lips against hers in a kiss that was really anything but gentle—raw, messy, passionate, whatever. her urgency left you feeling dizzy, and you could feel the heat of her desire inside each kiss. the korean girl nips at your bottom lip, a throaty chuckle escaping her breath.

she drawls, her voice smooth and calm, "god, you're so much better than the rest," and the casual way she utters those words make you halt in your movements, your gaze blank. the rest? and unaware of the way you were practically paralyzed, karina closes the gap between you two once again, the intensity of her kisses overwhelming. "can't get you out my head, you know that? i can't help but think of you when 'm with other girls, and it sucks."

it felt like a slap in the face, with each back-handed comment from jimin making your shoulders droop. you huff, your eyes narrowing, "you cannot be serious, jimin," your tone takes on a harsh edge. the sound of your troubled figure sitting up and down follows your words, and without a shred of reluctance, karina follows you up. the frustration grows steadily in your body, as you look at her incredulously, your hands pressing up against her chest, "no- i can't do this anymore with you, jimin."

"what- what'd i do? talk to me," jimin pries, and she exhales softly, hoping to try to unwind her taut muscles even just a fraction, "please, i don't even know what you're talking about." and you swallow heavily, your eyes remaining adamant on avoiding karina's pleading, desperate gaze.

"don't you get it, jimin?" your eyes meet hers, an air of disbelief flowing through you, as you hesitate for a moment before completing your thoughts, "i don't wanna be another one of just your girls, the ones you toss aside." you admit, adrenaline rushing through your veins, and you could feel your face turning pale. you watch karina freeze in her steps, her face falling at your demand.

"what?" her voice is quiet, hoping that her ears were merely betraying her. and the blood rushing in your body almost drowns out her voice, but she continues, her voice low and urgent, "you're more than that, you're my best friend." each word feels like it's being ripped out from her heart, and her resolve crumbles, "i- i mean, we're just friends, aren't we?"

"and what we have is perfect, isn't it, so why ruin it? i like being able to do whatever this is and still be friends with you."

everything was complicated in your life already, and navigating through it was painstakingly slow—especially when you kept your relationship with jimin under the wraps, nobody but sunwoo knowing, only because he caught you guys one time at a party. none of it felt easy, yet there was karina, and she filled the void that nobody else could.

it felt as though there was always a yu jimin-shaped hole in your heart.

and you look back in her eyes, your gaze unwavering, "don't— friends my ass, 'rina! holding hands together, making out on the balcony, shopping in ikea for our future apartment—none of that is just friends." your voice runs hoarse, and the words hang heavy in the air, a desperate plea that carries months of indifference and uncertainty. you know it's a risk, a gamble that you're taking, just to get your words out; hell, maybe she'll succumb to your words the way you do to her whims, but you can't hold back any more longer.

"you're more special than the rest—so, so much more—"

you interrupt her, your voice resonating with deep resentment, "do you ever just listen! jimin, don't bullshit me. i'm not gonna be a warm body you hold at night just because you feel alone." and it's like a feeble attempt to grasp at straws. "tell me we're not just friends, please."

"i like you, but i just don't want a relationship," karina presses on, "and i told you that in the beginning." her voice is barely above a whisper, and it's both a bitter pill to swallow, as your hand clenches. "c'mon," she whispers, her arms snake around your waist, taking your hand in hers, and her thumbs gently caress your skin, "we could just go back to kissing, can't we?"

the soft look in her eyes makes your heart flutter, and your knees buckle, as her lips brush against the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. she watches you with a contemplative expression, and you speak up, "you're not the only one who gets a say in this jimin—i do, too!" you stand up, scoffing, and months of holding back only fueled by karina causally mentioning other girls bubble to the surface.

then you remember, the night you kissed karina. it's like a distant memory now, and you just wished you spoke up against her. you remember the way her eyes met yours, and after a brief greeting to one-another by one of your guys' mutual friends, minjeong, you two hit it off. you remember the smell of her perfume, the bitter sensation of the drink she was having, and the way you could taste it on her lips. you remember when you two were inebriated, and she had the brilliant idea of climbing the roof, while you were still much of a worrywart.

it was unlike anything you'd experience before, because you remember the way her voice was dulcet, her eyes tender when she looked at you, when she whispered, "people could live a hundred years without living for a minute. climb up here with me, and it'll be one less minute you haven't lived." you, of course, listened to her words back then, and you were then found with your lips against hers; tongue ran over your teeth, nails clawing at your skin, and hair tangled between fingers.

"don't be like this! c'mon, i told you i didn't want anything serious," jimin huffs, and her voice is almost tinged with hurt, as she shakes her head. she gazes into your eyes, and she waits, her heart stuttering in her chest. you step back, shaking your head in resignation, and the distance between you two grows with each passing moment.

with your head in your hands, your persistence to argue against karina drowning out your body bit by bit, and your resentment building up brick by brick, you hiss out, "fine, fuck it, we're not together then! so be it." your clenched hands move to cling to your sides, your eyebrows knitted together.

"hey, i couldn't care less if we're together or not! and if you're upset that we're nothing but friends, then that's too damn bad!" she cracks, and she tilts her head, waiting for your response. her lips press into a thin line, and the sting in your eyes only grew larger, accompanied by your anger. jimin sighs, "for such a pretty girl, you are so fucking needy." she huffs, making sure to enunciate her words. her deep, hushed tone catches you off-guard, and you furrow your eyebrows.

you raise your tone to spitefully match hers, "sunwoo was right—i was just another one of your girls. i bet you told all of them they were special too, right? i mean you ought to have done that multiple times to perfect it," you remark sardonically, shrugging, and an uneasy silence settles among you two. jimin's hands curl around your wrist, her demeanor still persistent, "you are just so fuckin' infuriating! you're even lucky i gave your sorry ass a chance." but you nonetheless yank out of her grip, your heart feeling sore.

"i want all my shit back by next week—just have minjeong drop it off," you mutter flatly, and you practically lose your breath, your head pounding from the medley of emotions flowing through your veins. you push through karina, too lost in your thoughts.

i think about you and nothin' else

so if you would just come over, i could show you for myself

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le vampire et son lâche — alucard x gender neutral reader, smut/slight angst

content: slow burn, dom!reader, sub!alucard, clothed sex, grinding, teasing, alucard is a bit of a crier, reader has a backstory

author's note: man this is kinda ass but i still enjoy how it turned! sorry for the potential spelling and grammar mistakes, english is not my first language! the title of the fic, "le vampire et son lâche", means "the vampire and his coward". hope you'll like it!

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"They left?!" You ask, nearly yelling, standing at the door outside of the castle as you look at the coach already too far for you to run after it. Alucard seems to be surprised, before he approaches with a smile. "I'm sure Belmont forgot you. He would do that..."

Well. That's partially true...

Yesterday, you had trouble sleeping. So you had a conversation with Sypha and Trevor. About your thoughts on what happened after the fight with Dracula. About what you will do now. About your feelings for him. You remember Trevor mimicking a vomit sound as Sypha told you that you should confess.

Bastards. They did it on purpose. You're stuck with him now. Why did you tell them again ? You sigh, mixed feelings going through your whole mind. Annoyance? Happiness? Horny? Nah, let's forget the third suggestion... Alucard notices your face, then slowly walks to you, frowning his eyes in confusion.

"[Name], are you okay?" He asks, his hand about to touch your shoulder, before stopping himself, resting it agaisnt his hips. "I... I'm sure they noticed you're not with them and that they will come back to pick you." He tells you, doing his best to make you feel better about the situation. Oh, sweet Adrian. He thinks you want to leave this huge ass castle and the fine man he is. Well, you did want to leave, at first, but that was because you were scared of your own feelings for him. You thought about everything he could say to you;

"Sorry, I'm not into humans."

"Sorry, I love Trevor."

"Sorry, I love Sypha."

"Sorry, you stink. It makes me want to kill you."

Okay maybe the last one was a bit extreme. But still, you wish you could know if you like him. You don't want to confess unless you are sure he likes you. So yeah, you're staying, but no weird thing. No pickup line. No flirty jokes. Nothing. Just two friends, staying in a big castle. What could go wrong ?

- ♡ -

You stayed with Alucard for around 2 or 3 months now. Trevor and Sypha never came back, as you expected. But you could care less about it now. You're worried for Alucard.

At first, it was going on well. You both were doing your thing, eating together, going on a walk and talking about everything that went through your mind. Then, he started to make these weird dolls of Trevor and Sypha and made them speak. Well, that thing is the least weird thing he could have done, but still, you're worrying ! You got more worried when, some weeks before, you saw him in his father's office, crying in silence while sitting on the chair. The sight made you want to cry for him and pull him in a hug.

You wanted to. You terribly wanted to hug him and show him that you love him. But you didn't, you just left and pretended nothing happened, just like he did when he came back to you and smiled as he asked you what you wanted for dinner. The guilt made you unable to eat and sleep that day, feeling horribly bad for leaving him in such a state. How could I let him cry, all alone? You asked yourself, while laying in bed, looking up at the ceiling. I love him, right? Then why did I leave him like this? I'm such a coward.

A coward. Yeah. That's what you think you are. You're a coward. And you don't deserve to love, or to be loved. You betrayed the ones who trusted you. You left them. You ran away, instead of trying to do anything to save them. They were your family. Your blood. And you left them because you were scared. Because you were a fucking coward. You still are. Now, you're hurting the man you deeply love and care for. You don't deserve him. You can worry, but won't ever do anything. You can't. You're not allowed. He is a work of art, who deserves to be touched by clean, gentle hands. You do not have gentle clean and gentle hands.

But, seems like Alucard doesn't agree with you.

You were in the Belmont library, reading one of the many books while sitting on the desk table. Well, you pretended to do it. Actually, you were again distancing yourself from the man you crave for. Crazy, huh? Who would want to distance themself from a man like Alucard? From Alucard himself? Well, you would. And you did. But Alucard found you. Of course he did. If you’re not at the castle, you're surely at the Belmont's huge library.

He standed in front of you, then slowly took the book away from you. You look at him with confusion.

"What?" You ask, trying to sound bitter, but failing. He looks at you, his golden eyes staring into yours. "Have you been avoiding me?" He asks you, his voice sounding a little disappointed. His question surprises you so much you start nervously laughing.

"W-Wha— Why would I do such a thing!" You almost yell, trying to ease the situation. "I... I haven't. Really. You... You're imagining things."

"Am I...?" He asks, his voice a whisper like a caresss, his hand taking hold of your cheek. The contact makes you hot, hot already. You can't believe you got hot like this over feeling his hand on your cheek. Alucard softly sighs, his lips dangerously close to yours. "I do imagine a lot of things. Especially at night."

A shiver runs across your full body. You're staring at his lips. His body is so close to you.

"I dream of you. Of us. We do things that would make God blush." He confesses, his hands wrapping around your neck. Shit, is it just you or it's fucking hot in here? "When I wake up, I'm a mess. I'm tired of thinking I'm the only one who craves your touch. Please, [Name], tell me you feel the same. Tell me I'm also in your deeams."

You do better than telling him.

Your lips crash agaisnt his, pulling him in a kiss as you let your hands wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. Alucard sighs in relief, his hands holding you tight around him as he kisses you back. The kiss is deep, passionate. It shows how you two have been craving for each other but never made the first move. You bite on Alucard's lower lip, earning a soft gasp from him, pushing your tongue into his mouth. You lift yourself from the desk table, making him sit on the desk now, switching your positions. He lets you do so, his hands not leaving you. His legs wrap around your waist, pulling you even more closer if that's even possible.

You don't miss the adorable whine he leaves when you pull away, staring at his face with a smile. He was sweating, panting heavily, some or his blonde hair sticking to his forehead. God, he really is a work of art. You can't help yourself.

"Can I touch you?" You refrain a teasing giggle when you see him fastly nod his head, blushing. "Please." He pleads you, in a soft, adorable whine. You kiss his forehead, hands gently discarding his clothes. Once he is in his boxers and his white shirt only, you start moving your hips agaisnt his, feeling his cock agaisnt your sex. The sensation makes you bite your lower lip, and Alucard leaves a loud gasp, holding tight onto your shoulders.

You continue doing this, torturing this poor vampire. He keeps moaning your name and holding into you. You kiss his neck now, grinding a little more. You don't miss the moan that escapes Alucard's mouth and the face he is making. "Please." He pants, his hands going from your shoulders to your face. "Please, [Name]. Please." You giggle, slowing as you whisper to his ear.

"What is it, precious?" You ask, making him leave another pant as he tries to collect his thoughts. "Please. Touch me." His pleading is so adorable it's addicting. You want to hear him beg more. "But I am touching you." You tease, giving another low roll of your hips. Alucard cries out.

"[Name], please!" He yelps, trying to move his hips himself to have more friction, but you stop him, grabbing his hips firmly. "No, no." You stop him, trying to ignore how hot the sob he left when you stopped him sounded. You try to calm him down by kissing his lips, the contact making him leave a moan. You can feel how he desperately needs you. You sigh, pulling away as you smile at him.

"I'm here."

[pha55ed]

I'm Stuck Forever By the Glue || F1

type :: fluff tw/cw :: none contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar, lewis summary :: sweet little things they do for you, because i lov fluff - inspo: glue song by beabadoobee

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Carlos Sainz | 55

Although it's cheesy, Carlos loves you buy you flowers. All types of flowers in different colors, not just the same basic bouquet of roses over and over again. He even goes as far to research the meaning of a few flowers and then ask the florist to center the bouquet around that specific flower. He loves sending the flowers to your work, your house, or gifting them himself to you. Seeing your reaction and how your smile slowly forms from the flowers never gets old from him. If he could, he would plant an entire acre of flowers just to keep you smiling.

Charles Leclerc | 16

Music is surprisingly a pretty big inspiration in Charles life, it helps him during his toughest moments and happiest times. So it's no question that he has to dedicate something related to music to you: hence his pre-race ritual is to listen to a custom playlist he made. The playlist is filled with songs that remind him of you, from cheesy love songs, slow ballads, or even stupid joke songs. It doesn't matter, because it reminds him of you, his number #1 supporter.

Lando Norris | 04

This mf acts like he's going to war, but it's cute so you'll give him a pass. Despite it being against the FIA rules, he doesn't care, it's only against the rules if they find out. But, he has a small little photo of you that he put on his F1's car dashboard. It's small and hidden from his overhead camera, but it's in a perfect little spot for him to look at it while checking his gas and speed. He's so glad he has his helmet on, because every time he looks at that photo, he can't help but gush and smile. Once the race ends, he sneakily takes it off and puts it into his pocket. And then when it's race day again, he puts it back on with some tape. It's so DIY but who cares, he loves his girlfriend :))

Oscar Piastri | 81

Although he's not super up to date with recent trends, the second he saw this trend he couldn't help but join: the "I love my girlfriend" shirt trend. But the only issue is, he didn't want to buy it himself, he wanted YOU to gift it to him. Just like how girls want flowers but don't want to ask for flowers. So for weeks on end, he would subtly send you memes about it, how he thinks it's sooooo ugly and sooooo stupid (he's lying out of his ass). But once you gift him the "I love my girlfriend" shirt, he's wearing it nonstop. To bed, to the gym, to practice, fucking everywhere. He's like those nasty toddlers who bring their musty ass plushie everyone. But you can't help but smile every time he wears it, he's just so happy with it on. Not to mention you got him a small,,, in black,,,, so it's BASICALLY like a muscle tee... drooling omfg.

Lewis Hamilton | 44

Fashion is something Lewis is famous for, and there's no question as to why. He's one of the only people who serve cunt when it's race day, you'd think he's the owner of F1 because of how fancy he is. So, when you asked him to play Dress To Impress with you, he didn't even hesitate to join. He loves playing it with you, even playing on his own to grind for stars and money. But the only con is,,, he eats you the fuck up. Like, I'm not even joking... He bought VIP, custom makeup, ANDDDDD speed walking. Not only that, he knows how to layer his shit, add patterns, and even practices poses beforehand. But one of the cons of playing with him,,, if he doesn't win first he's such a baby.

"Did I not eat???? How tf did a faceless win?" "I dunno, baby." "Let's join a different server, they're rigging it."

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Laughing while having sex with Logan, maybe he fell off the bed and you started cackling like crazy and he follows up, god his laughhh I’m melting. Or you were just staring into eachothers eyes and broke a smile and start to laugh, idk, I just love that idea 💕

Mirth

Trilogy! Logan X F! Reader

Laughing with the love of your life is all you need

A/N: GOD PLEASE GIVE ME ONE CHANCE

Warnings: SMUT, mdni, oral (f! recieving), fingering, logan hurts himself lol, slight teasing, grinding, giggly logan, fluff! unprotected PiV

"Logan! Slow down!"

You could barely react as Logan practically jumped your bones. His lips all over you, as his hands slid of up your shirt, already working on undoing your bra before removing even a single item of clothing.

It was a long mission, filled with nothing but Scott's complaining. Logan was pent up, and all he wanted was to come home to you.

"Not an option love, get this off." He motions to the shirt, while he works on your pants, while simultaneously capturing your lips in a heated kiss, nipping your bottom lip before running his tongue over it.

He couldn't move fast enough, very eager to have you naked and underneath him- his excitement compared to a child on Christmas day. It's all he thought about, considering it was the only way he could keep himself from stabbing Scott with his claws during the two-person mission that Charles sent them on. Why on Earth Charles thought it would be a good idea to send him and Scott together- Logan doesn't know.

Once your shirt and bra was discarded, and your pants were at your ankles, he gently shoved you onto the bed, pulling your pants off completely/- and practically ripped off your panties.

"Logan!" You laughed, as he slots himself between your thighs, eyes hungrily taking in your nude figure, something he had only been able to admire on a screen for the last 7 days. He shoved his jacket off, discarding it to the floor with your clothes, before kneeling down.

His arms hooked around your thighs, as he observed your core, becoming wetter and more inviting the longer he stills.

"Ya missed me baby?" He purrs, his eyes looking up at you, while you brace yourself up on your elbows.

"Mhm," You smiled, nodding slowly and biting your bottom lip. "Couldn't stop thinking about that picture you sent last night."

"Yeah?" He stroked your thigh, pressing a few kisses on your other inner thigh. "Did you touch yourself?"

Heat bloomed in your face, as you looked away shyly and shook your head, suppressing a grin. "You told me not to....I wanted to though."

"Good girl." His voice rumbles low. You felt yourself pulse at the sound of his voice. Deep, and sensual, whenever he talks to you like that. Your hand climbed into his hair, gently scratching at his scalp which made his eyes flutter shut. "Mm." He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, before he stuck his tongue out and flicked it.

He did this a couple times, teasing you as you squirmed underneath him, locked in his embrace while he has his fun with you. Cruel, as he was so desperate to get you underneath him- nearly ripping your clothes off in the process and now is when he decides to take his time?

"Logan.." You whined, your hand tugging at his hair.

"Patience." He mumbles against your core, burying his lips and nose into your folds and taking a deep inhale, letting out a satisfied groan.

You watched the sight, and listened to his groans- and for some reason it seemed so funny to you- as a dirty as it was. You began to snicker, covering your mouth to try to hide the sounds your mirth.

He took another deep breath, seemingly loss in your essence, until sounds of your quiet giggles reached his ears. Opening his eyes, face still buried in your, he glanced up at you. He finally removed himself for your core, his beard coated with your arousal.

"What's so funny bub?"

"You-!" You start giggling some more. "You're smelling me like I'm some kinda of fresh baked pie-!"

It's not that first time he's done that. It's actually always spurred you on more, the way he seems to get off from your scent. This time though, the heavy grunts he let out- you just couldn't take it seriously.

"Might as well be." You noticed a quirk of his lips and you laugh more. He presses a few kisses to your thigh, and along your pelvic, letting you get your giggles out before he continued.

He buries himself in you again, going to work as his tongue invaded every inch of your core. Swirling nonsensical shapes against your clit, dipping deep into your hole and lapping you up. He wraps his lips around your bud, sucking and releasing with a pop. Your thighs trembled around his head, as your back arched off the mattress. You graced his ears with your sweet moans of his name, begging him to keep going, don't stop.

You reached your peak when he buried two fingers inside you, curling and thrusting them in and out, just the way you like it- the way that has you drenching the sheets - and his face. You're calling out his name, begging him for nothing in particular as your finish shook through your body,

"loganloganloganlogan!"

He drinks every drop, sucking and swallowing your release. His fingers buried into the skin of your thighs, pushing them around his head because he wants to squeeze around him tight as possible - he's got a thick skull, he can take it.

You body goes lax, occasional shivers running through as he finishes savoring your release- too far gone in your pleasure to push him away as overstimulation sets in.

"Baby-" You finally push at his head, and he gives in- only this time, because his cock is throbbing painfully and he needs to be buried in you right now.

He steps back away from the bed, watching your limp body move lazily over the mattress, your pretty tits with your nips, perky in the air; spread thighs, exposing your puffy, glistening pussy. Waiting, inviting him to spear you open.

His hands couldn't move fast enough. Nearly shredding his shirt apart, his claws pricked the skin of his hand as frustration bubbled inside him- not moving fast enough.

He's unbuckling his belt, then unzipping his pants, pulling that along with his briefs and letting them fall to his ankle. He hissed at the feeling of the cool air wrapping around his cock, heavy and throbbing. Pre-cum has stained his briefs- probably never going to get that out.

Not that it matter, he has plenty of boxers. You have this thing about getting him every kind of graphic design boxers you find. He has briefs with nearly every logo of sodas, cartoon characters, patterns, and random shit like Poptarts or, hell, he's got a pair with the words Juicy along the ass.

Why the hell you enjoy it so much, he doesn't know but he wears them for your entertainment anyway.

He fists his cock, gritting his teeth at the relief that he felt as he strokes himself a few times. He's focused on you- the need to fuck you, fill you up, make you scream his name over and over. it boils over and he's ready.

Forgetting his jeans still wrapped around his ankles, he takes too large of a step- and trips.

"Shit-!" He grunts, falling to his knees, hitting his head on the mattress and down onto the metal frame of the bed- a bonk! noise heard echoed in the room. You pushed yourself up, having witnessed the whole thing- and erupt into laughter.

"Are you okay?!" You reached a hand out to his head- while the mark that was likely made from the fall had already healed over, your hand stilled soothed over the mark, brushing his hair back lovingly. Logan looked up at you- and you tried to cease your giggles, only he began to laugh too.

Deep and warm, he shook his head, palming his hand over his face and running it down.

"I don't know what the hell just happened-" He continued chuckling warmly, as he looked up at you with bright eyes and a big smile.

"Did you hear that noise?!" You tittered, joining him in his giggles.

"Perks of having a metal skull I guess."

You shook your head, watching him fall back onto his ass, setting his legs in front of him and shoving his jeans off with an annoyed shaking of his head- but he was still laughing. You climbed off the bed, joining him on the floor on his lap.

"I told you to slow down baby." You teased, curling your hands into his hair, resting your forehead against his, your nose clumsily bumping over his. His hands came to hold your hips, pulling you closer until you were seated over his girth.

"You're fault." He mutters.

"Uh!" You gasped. "How?"

"Being too damn irresistible." He grumbles against your lips, smooching you and not letting you go until you start to laugh again. His mirth came back, warming you inside listening to his laugh. He acts so serious sometimes, and you wonder if he'd ever loosen up.

You began grinding over him, pressing small kisses over his face. He closed his eyes. His arms wrapped around you, supporting your motions over him, a smile stretching across his face, relaxing into something a bit different on him, pure bliss.

You sit up, reaching your hand down, and lowering yourself carefully over him, capturing him in a kiss. He lets out a moan, relief in finally feeling your walls wrapped around him. Your hands cupped his face, as you rest your forehead on his.

You began moving over him, pleasure enveloping both of you. Until you remember the sound his head made again- and giggles escaping you quietly.

"Mmph,it's still funny, huh love?" He mumbles.

"Yes, sorry!" You laugh shaking your head, still riding him. You expected him to say something pissy, but he only joined you in your mirth. The feeling of your lover laughing with you during something so intimate sent nothing but warmth and happiness through you.

"It was pretty funny." He mutters again.