#reqs open

[sweetcherriexs]

what the fuck?!; b.e.

smut...

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow through the living room window, where Billie and her friends were gathered for an intimate evening. It was a typical scene for a Saturday night—a small group of close friends, laughing and chatting over a few drinks. Billie, with her playful personality and infectious smile, was the center of attention, as always. She sat in her favorite armchair, her long, dark brown hair cascading over the back, framing her beautiful face. Her baggy jeans hung low on her hips and an oversized t-shirt emphasized her perfect body. A pair of fake glasses and a baseball cap, worn backwards, added a touch of quirky charm to her look.

In the kitchen, you were busy preparing sandwiches, ensuring everyone was well-fed. You loved hosting these get-togethers with Billie; it was a chance to meet her friends and create a cozy atmosphere. As you sliced through a tomato, your focus was momentarily broken by a giggle from the living room. Billie's laugh was distinct, and it always made your heart flutter. You smiled to yourself, wiping your hands on a towel, before deciding to join the group with a fresh batch of snacks.

As you entered the room, carrying a tray of sandwiches, Billie's eyes lit up. "babygirl, you're a lifesaver!" she exclaimed, her dimples deepening as she grinned. Her blue eyes sparkled with admiration, and you felt a rush of love for her. You placed the tray on the coffee table and sat on the couch, next to one of Billie's friends, a woman named Sarah.

Sarah was a tall, slender brunette with a mischievous glint in her eye. She leaned closer to you, her voice low and sultry. "Hey there, I'm Sarah. I don't think we've met before." Her hand grazed your thigh as she spoke, a bold move that made you stiffen. You swallowed and tried to ignore the woman's hand on your thigh, the unwanted touch making you nauseous.

"uh, yeah–... nice to meet you, I'm-..." Your sentence was cut off by Sarah, her hand travelling higher up you thigh and she turned her body towards yours.

"Billie's girlfriend, right?" she chuckled deeply, bitting her lip seductively. "mmm, such a shame–..."

Billie, sensing something was amiss, turned her attention to you. Her expression changed from playful to protective in an instant. "Hey, Sarah, keep your hands to yourself," she said, her voice laced with a possessive edge. You felt a surge of relief as Billie stood up, her movements purposeful. She walked over to Sarah, towering over her slightly, "what do you think you're doing?" she spat, eyes narrowing at the sight of Sarah's hand on your thigh, and she slapped it away. "get the hell out of here, Sarah" Her nose wrinkled in disgust as she pointed towards the exit of your shared home. and though you could still feel the heaviness of the unwanted touch in your whole body, the sight of Billie being so possessive but protective stirred something deep inside of you.

Sarah scrambled, standing up fast with a stream of apologies coming out of her mouth along with curses. Her skin flushed in the light of the living room as she hurried to the door and she was out in a second.

Billie looked at you, brows furrowed in the still palpable anger she felt but her expression softened as she looked at you "It's okay, love," Billie reassured you, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Let's get you out of here. You look a little pale." You nodded, grateful for Billie's intervention. The last thing you wanted was an uncomfortable situation with one of her friends. Well, shall we say ex-friend?

As the others began to realize it was time to leave, Billie guided you upstairs to the bedroom. Her touch was gentle but firm, and you felt a sense of safety in her presence. Once inside, she closed the door, the soft click echoing in the quiet room. You turned to face her, your heart pounding in your chest. Billie's eyes softened as she took in your nervous expression.

"Hey, it's just us now," she whispered, her voice like a caress. "You don't have to worry about anything. I've got you." She pulled you into an embrace, her strong arms wrapping around you. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent—a mix of lavender – undoubtedly the body wash you bought her – and Billie's unique, earthy fragrance.

"I love you, Bils," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion.

"I love you too, baby," she replied, her breath warm against your skin. "But sometimes, I need to remind certain people that you're mine." Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you pulled back to look at her.

Billie's expression had transformed. Her eyes were hooded, her lips slightly parted, and her breath quickened. She reached for the hem of her t-shirt, slowly lifting it over her head, revealing a toned torso and a black harness that cradled her hips. The sight of her in that strap-on was both intimidating and incredibly arousing.

"You like what you see, baby?" she asked, her voice low and raspy. You nodded, unable to form words as your eyes traced the contours of her body. Billie's confidence was intoxicating. She unbuttoned your shirt, her fingers deft and sure, exposing your bare skin to the cool air.

"I want mark you, show everyone they dont get to lay a finger on you... ever," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "I'm gonna show you just how much you belong to me." You shivered at her words, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through you.

"yes, daddy," you whispered, your voice barely audible. Billie inhaled sharply at the name, her pupils dilating with desire. Her hands travelled down your body, cupping your breasts through your bra. Her touch was firm, and you arched into her, craving more. She unhooked your bra with practised ease, her eyes never leaving yours.

"such beautiful tits," she purred, her fingers gently pinching your nipples, causing them to harden further. "made for my hands, my mouth, and my cock." You moaned softly, your body responding to her every touch. Billie's lips found your neck, her kisses leaving a trail of fire as she made her way down to your sensitive nipples.

She sucked and teased your breasts, her tongue swirling around your erect nipples, driving you wild. Her hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of your skin. She undid your jeans, sliding them down your legs, revealing your wetness. You were soaked, and Billie's eyes darkened with desire at the sight.

"fuck, baby, you're so wet for me," she growled, her voice hoarse with need. She pushed you gently onto the bed, her hands guiding your legs apart. You lay back, your heart racing, as Billie positioned herself between your thighs. The bulge of her strap-on pressed against your entrance, and you instinctively arched your back, seeking more contact.

"please, Bils," you begged, your voice breathy and desperate. "I need you inside me." Billie smiled, a wicked grin that sent a thrill through your body. She lined up the tip of the strap-on with your dripping pussy, teasing you by rubbing it against your clit.

"you're so fucking gorgeous, baby," she whispered, her voice rough. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow." With that, she thrust forward, filling you in one smooth motion. You cried out, your body welcoming the invasion, stretching to accommodate her girth.

Billie set a relentless pace, pounding into you with each thrust. Her hands gripped your thighs, leaving marks on your skin as she held you in place. "You like my cock, baby? You like being fucked like this?" she growled, her voice demanding a response. She leaned down, sucking and biting your skin all over your body. She groped your thighs, hips, tits, anything, and everything she could get her hands on. She was hungry and eager to mark you as hers, grunting occasionally and mocking your whimpers and wanton moans against your skin. Your back arched, and you screamed, clawing at her back.

"Yes, daddy, please!" you cried out, your body on fire. "Fuck me harder, I'm so close!" Billie obliged, her movements becoming more frenzied. She reached down, her fingers finding your clit, and began to rub it in circles as she pounded into you.

"mmh, you were always such a whore." she chuckled and slapped the side of your thigh harshly. "for me, hm?" she whispered the question which awaited no answer from the shaking body beneath her.

"cum for me, baby," she commanded, her voice thick with desire. "let me see you fall apart, because i'm fucking you so good, mm." Her words were like a trigger, and you exploded around her, your orgasm ripping through you. Your body shook violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Billie continued to thrust, her own release building as she felt your pussy pulsate around her. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy and pure pleasure as her own chase for relief prolonged yours, gasping for air which suddenly seemed to be so little of.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," she grunted, her breath coming in short gasps. "I wanna fill you up, mark you as mine." She almost whined but held back, choosing instead to grab your jaw, forcing your mouth open and spitting roughly down your throat, letting go of your jaw and slapping your cheek. "too bad" Sbe husked out.

You moaned at her actions, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling as the coil in the pit of your belly tightened again and you mewled, reaching for your lover's hand.

Billie held your hand as she continued pounding into the sweet warmth of your pussy, her free hand holding your hips down. Suddenly, her head lolled backwards, and her thrusts stopped, burying herself deep into your heat as she moaned in sync with you. Her orgasm crashed over her, hand gripping your thigh as her body shook the slightest bit.

For you, the sole sight of her in that state of ecstasy was enough for your second orgasm to hit, eyes rolling back and breathing stopping momentarily until the feeling ended and the only sound that could be heard was the soft pants coming from both of you, chests heaving.

As your breathing slowed, Billie collapsed onto the bed beside you, her chest heaving. She reached down and took the strap-on off her hips, throwing it aside before turning her body towards yours. She pulled you close, her arms wrapping around you possessively. "You're mine, baby," she whispered, her lips brushing your ear. "Never forget that." And you melted into her arms, humming in response to her words while your eyes fluttered shut.

uhhh what?

[sweetfoxmojis]

This little guy me and server decided to name scrunkly, he is adorable and he is my child now ><!! (Discord request)

This also means, NEW TAG ! #angels scrunkly >:]

[xkaru-karux]

coulg i have... a mumbralis.......

👁️u👁️

look at the cutie patooties

[midnightfict]

Back in Our Days.

— 𓆩𓆪 —

𓆩 Lee Byung-Hun x F!reader 𓆪

Summary — When two, now estranged friends get caught in an unexpected encounter which triggers a feeling one thought was lost.

A/N — This story is loosely inspired by the song "Who Are You?" - Saga Faye. Please give me story requests, I get story inspirations from songs and/or real-life situations, and I'm currently up for a new challenge.

read pt. 2 here

— 𓆩𓆪 —

The streets of Seoul were bustling as usual. People hurried past, umbrellas shielding them from a faint drizzle. On opposite sides of the road, two figures unknowingly walked in parallel paths. You clutched your bag nervously, trying to avoid the water from ruining your belongings, while on the other side, a tall man in a sleek black coat walked confidently, his face partially hidden by a baseball cap.

As the traffic lights turned red, you stepped onto the crosswalk, and your eyes caught his. Something about him felt achingly familiar, but the thought slipped away as the two of you passed each other. Just as you reached the other side, an unexplainable tug made you glance back. You saw him turn too, his eyes meeting yours for a short moment.

“Byung-hun?” you murmured under your breath.

Gathering your courage, you waved with a bright smile, the kind you always used to greet him with back in the day. But instead of the warm recognition you expected, his expression remained monotone. He looked away and continued walking.

Your hand fell slowly, your smile fading. Hurt pricked at your chest, but you shook it off, convincing yourself there must be some explanation. You couldn't help but remember the joyful times you spent with him.

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The bell rang, signaling the start of class, but the seat next to you was still empty. You tapped your pencil against your desk, glancing out the window. Moments later, Byung-hun slipped into the classroom, his hair slightly disheveled, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

“You’re late,” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“And you’re still here? I thought you’d be bored to death already,” he shot back with a chuckle.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. Byung-hun leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Wanna ditch?”

“What?” you whispered, eyes widening. “We can’t just—”

“C’mon, we're seniors. They won't bat an eye!” he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of your seat.

The two of you sneaked out through the back gate, muffling your laughter as the wind rushed past. The afternoon was spent at a nearby arcade, battling each other in games, eating street food, and talking about dreams that seemed so big back then.

"I want to be a famous actor," He proudly claimed.

"One day, I'm going to write a movie, and I'll make you the biggest actor in the world," You replied, supporting his dream.

As the sun began to set, you both sat by the riverbank, the golden light reflecting on the water.

“Promise me,” he said suddenly, turning to face you.

“Promise you what?”

“That no matter what happens, we’ll always stick together. Okay?”

You smiled, holding out your pinky. “Promise.”

He hooked his pinky with yours, his grin wide and genuine. “Promise.”

Later that evening, you both parted ways. Your grin and wave brought out a giggle from him. It was a small moment, but it stayed with you. You had no idea how much that promise would mean for him.

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The memory faded as you found yourself back in the present, the bustling streets of Seoul grounding you once more. The ache in your chest deepened. What had changed? Why did he act like he didn’t know you?

A few days passed and he still lingers in your mind. You were scrolling through your phone when a message from your sister popped up. It was a video link accompanied by a single question:

Doesn't he used to go to your school?

You clicked on the link, your heart skipping a beat as a familiar face appeared on the screen. Lee Byung-hun. The caption read: “Rising Star Lee Byung-hun Shares His Story.”

In the video, he was seated on a sleek couch, his polished demeanor worlds away from the carefree boy you once knew. The interviewer asked about his childhood, and his response hit like a punch to the gut.

“Honestly, I never really felt like I belonged anywhere,” he said, his voice calm and composed. “High school was a lonely time for me. I didn't have any close relations.”

Your heart clenched. How could he say that? The boy who had once sworn to always be there for you—the boy you had shared countless memories with—now claimed he had no friends?

You replayed the clip, hoping you had misunderstood. But the words stayed the same. Each repetition felt like another crack in the foundation of your cherished memories. You closed the video and sat back, staring at the ceiling, the weight of confusion and hurt pressing heavily on your chest. Trying to distract yourself, you grabbed a random book to read. But fate seemed to have other plans.

A picture from your early high school days fell off the shelf. It was the two of you, grinning widely as you held up a trophy from a group project competition. The memory behind that photo stirred something deep inside you. You remembered how you had to practically drag him to the stage when he was too embarrassed to go up, telling him, “You did just as much as I did. If I’m going up, so are you.”

Your fingers hovered over the picture, and as you stared at it, the emotions bubbling within pulled you back further into another memory—your first encounter with Byung-hun. It was so vivid, as though the years separating then and now had disappeared entirely.

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The classroom was crowded with chatter as the new student was introduced. Lee Byung-hun stood at the front, his hands shoved in his pockets, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

“You can take the seat next to her,” the teacher said, pointing toward you.

He shuffled over, barely sparing you a glance as he sat down.

“Hi! How are you?” you said brightly.

He looked at you, surprised. “I'm fine, thanks.”

“Nice to meet you, Byung-hun. Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. From that day on, the two of you were inseparable. Whether it was group projects, lunch breaks, or late-night phone calls, you had each other’s backs. You remembered the way he had slowly opened up, sharing stories about his old school and how he always felt like an outsider.

“Not anymore,” you had told him with a grin. “You belong here now.”

His smile had been shy but grateful. “Thank you,”

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Had those moments meant nothing to him? You felt tears sting your eyes, the hurt bubbling up uncontrollably. But almost immediately, you wiped your face, taking a deep, shuddering breath. This wasn’t you. You weren’t going to let these feelings drown you.

Needing to clear your head, you grabbed your house keys and slipped on your shoes. Fresh air would help, you told yourself. You stepped out into the cool evening, the faint rain lingering in the air. Without thinking, you began walking, letting your feet guide you as your mind remained tangled in memories.

At some point, you found yourself standing at the same crosswalk where you had seen Byung-hun just days ago. You froze for a moment, staring at the spot where you had smiled and waved, only to be met with his indifference. The pang of that memory made you glance down, biting your lip, before you continued walking.

Lost in thought, you didn’t realize how far you had gone until you stopped in front of a building that made you blink in surprise. It was the old arcade you and Byung-hun used to visit whenever you ditched school. The bright, flashing neon lights seemed almost out of place among the modern cityscape, but there it was—still standing after all these years.

Curiosity and nostalgia drew you in. The familiar jingle of the entrance bell brought a flood of memories. You wandered the aisles, eyes scanning the games you used to play together, a bittersweet smile tugging at your lips. It felt surreal, being back here after so long.

“Excuse me,” a voice called out, pulling you from your thoughts. An older man, likely one of the long-time workers, approached you with a curious expression. “You look familiar… Weren’t you a regular here back in the day? Always hanging out with that tall boy…”

You blinked, surprised that he remembered. “Uh, yeah. That was me,” you said with a sheepish smile.

“What was his name again? Byung-something, right?” the man asked, snapping his fingers as he tried to recall.

“Byung-hun,” you supplied softly, the name tasting bittersweet on your tongue.

“Ah, that’s right! Byung-hun! You two were always together. How’s he doing? Are you still in touch?”

The question made your heart twist. “I… no. We're not,” you admitted, averting your gaze.

The man’s face softened. “That’s a shame. You know, I could always tell he cared about you a lot. That boy… he liked you from the very beginning. Said so himself once.”

You froze, your breath catching. “What?”

The man chuckled, clearly unaware of the impact his words had. “Yeah, he mentioned it when you two came in here for the first time. He was so shy about it, though. Just kept watching you out of the corner of his eye, like you were the best thing he’d ever seen. But the last time I saw him, he was a mess. He said you left the country and he wasn't sure if you were going to come back. One thing he said he knew for sure though is that he lost you forever,”

Your mind reeled, the revelation hitting you like a train. All the memories you had shared with Byung-hun suddenly carried a new weight, a new meaning. To you, your goodbye meant a new chapter being written. But to him, it meant losing you—losing everything. Before you could process it further, the man was called away by another customer, leaving you standing there, stunned.

And then, as if the universe wanted to twist the knife, your thoughts shifted—to him. From his perspective, starting from the moment he had seen you again at that crosswalk.

— 𓆩Byung-Hun𓆪 —

Byung-hun adjusted the brim of his baseball cap as he walked briskly down the bustling street. He was on his way to a meeting for his upcoming film, the one everyone was talking about. His agent had reminded him—yet again—how important this role was for his rising career. But none of that was on his mind when he stopped at the crosswalk.

The moment he saw her, his heart stuttered. There she was, on the opposite side of the road, clutching her bag tightly like she always used to when she was nervous. His feet rooted to the ground, his breath catching in his chest. It had been years, but she hadn’t changed much. The same eyes, the same demeanor—still as beautiful as he remembered.

For a second, he thought about calling out to her, but the words died in his throat. How could he? He wasn’t the same person she used to know, and seeing her so cheerful, so bright—it hurt. She looked like she’d moved on, like she’d left their memories behind. And him? He had spent years trying to forget her, but here she was, undoing all of it with just a glance.

As they crossed paths, he saw her wave and smile at him, the same smile she used to give him back in high school. It took everything in him to keep walking, to pretend he didn’t know her. He wasn’t ready to face her, not when all the unresolved emotions threatened to spill over.

He forced his legs to keep moving, his jaw tightening as he left her behind. Once he was out of sight, he paused, leaning against a wall to catch his breath. His hands trembled as he adjusted his coat, but he shook his head and pushed himself forward. He had a meeting to attend.

Hours passed by, and Byung-hun sat at the long table, nodding along as the director explained the plot of his next project—a romance with a bittersweet ending. He should have been focused, taking notes, asking questions. But his mind was elsewhere.

“Byung-hun?” the director’s voice snapped him back to reality. “What do you think?”

He cleared his throat, straightening in his seat. “It’s… an intriguing story,” he replied, forcing a professional tone.

The plot they had described, two people brought together by fate, only to be torn apart by circumstances, felt uncomfortably familiar. It made him think of her, of the promises they had made back in high school. Promises that, in the end, neither of them could keep.

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The days leading up to graduation were supposed to be exciting, full of plans and dreams for the future. But something had shifted between you and Byung-hun. You had been distant, avoiding his questions and brushing off his attempts to talk.

“Y/N,” he finally cornered you after class one day, his tone firm. “What’s going on? You’ve been acting weird.”

You hesitated, looking anywhere but at him. “It’s nothing,” you mumbled.

“It’s not nothing,” he pressed. “Just tell me.”

Before you could answer, a classmate approached, grinning. “Hey, Y/N! Congrats on the acceptance letter! How’s the prep for moving abroad going?”

Byung-hun froze, his eyes snapping to you. “Abroad?”

You winced, guilt written all over your face. “I was going to tell you…”

“When?” he demanded, his voice rising. “After you left? Or were you just never going to say anything?”

“I didn’t know how to tell you,” you admitted, your voice breaking. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” he repeated, his laugh bitter. “Do you even realize what this feels like? We promised we’d always be there for each other. And now you’re just leaving?”

Tears welled up in your eyes. “I was scared, okay? I didn’t know how you’d react. I didn’t want you to hate me.”

Byung-hun shook his head, his jaw clenching. “Do I even mean anything to you?”

The argument ended with no resolution. The days that followed were filled with silence, both of you too hurt to bridge the gap. But on the day of your flight, Byung-hun showed up at the airport.

“I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye,” he said, his voice soft but strained. “I… I had to see you.”

You hugged him tightly, whispering apologies and promises to stay in touch. He hugged you back, but deep down, he knew things would never be the same.

"I'm chasing my dreams, Byung-hun. Dreams that I had never even thought were possible. I hope you'll understand and I know you will. You'll always stay in my mind... my best friend. And when I'm back, I better see your face plastered on every movie poster in town," You lightly joked.

He couldn't even crack a chuckle at her. Just tears and hiccups.

As he watched your plane take off, he wondered if you knew. If you knew, would you still go?

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Sitting in that conference room, Byung-hun felt the weight of those memories pressing down on him. The question that had haunted him for years resurfaced. Had she ever loved him the way he loved her? And if she did… was it too late to find out?

[nausicaamusiclover20]

I need to see 2002 James tied up whimpering, begging, sobbing 😊

Warnings: 18+ explicit language, mature themes, sexual content, and depictions of bondage and restraint, power dynamics.

Hope you like it!❤

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Surrounded by Desire

The dim light of the bedroom wrapped around us like a warm, seductive blanket, casting soft shadows across the walls. I looked down at James, his wrists securely restrained to the bed with soft, inviting fabric, and a thrill pulsed through me. He looked utterly divine—completely captive, filled with longing, and exuding raw desire. Every quickened breath he took, laced with excitement, sent heat spiraling through me.

“Y/n…” he breathed, his voice trembling with need. The desperation in his tone stirred something primal within me, igniting a fire that begged to be unleashed. I could see the look in his eyes, an eagerness, a silent invitation to explore every boundary that made my skin flush with anticipation.

“Oh, but where’s the fun in letting you go?” I smirked, relishing the control I had over him. I leaned down, letting my fingers glide over his chest, tracing the hard lines of his body with deliberate slowness. Each caress heightened the tension that swirled between us. “You know you’re all mine tonight. Are you ready to see just how far I can push you?”

His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his chest rising and falling faster—a clear sign of his eagerness. “Y-Yes,” he admitted, his voice thick with desire, a trust shining in his eyes.

“Good,” I said, my tone low and dripping with sultry promise. Leaning in, I brushed my lips against his ear, letting my breath tease him relentlessly. “Tell me what you want, baby. I want to hear you beg for it.”

“I want you…” he whispered, his breath hitching as I teased him. “Please… I need you. I want you so fucking badly.”

“Want me to do what?” I pressed, trailing my fingers lower, skimming just above the waistband of his boxers, a teasing promise hanging in the air. I could see him squirm, that mixture of urgency and desperation etched on his face as he strained against the bonds, every fiber of his being yearning for release.

“Just… take control. Please… fuck me,” he gasped, his voice strained and filled with need. The sight of him—so obedient, so willing—made my heart race with delight.

“Such a good boy,” I purred, the words escaping my lips like silk. I leaned closer, letting my lips brush against his skin, my breath hot against him. “You look so fucking sexy when you let me take charge of you. How could I possibly resist?”

I slowly pulled down his boxers, exposing his eager length to the cool air. He gasped as I pulled them away, reveling in the way my teasing made him squirm beneath me.

Then, I positioned myself above him, straddling his hips. I locked my gaze on his, a wicked smile on my lips. “You ready for this?” I asked, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“Yes! Please, Y/n, please… I need you!” His eyes were wide, filled with that raw need that drove me wild.

I lowered myself down slowly, feeling him stretch me as I sank onto him. A moan escaped my lips, blending with his sharp gasp as I filled myself with him completely. The sensation sent waves of pleasure radiating through my entire body. “So fucking good,” I breathed, relishing the moment, the stretch, and the heat between us.

“Damn, you feel incredible,” he groaned, thrusting his hips upward eagerly, searching for more as his hand tangled in my hair.

With a wicked smile, I tightened around him, savoring the friction. “You like that, don’t you?” I teased, lifting myself slightly before sliding back down, relishing how he filled me completely. “You’re going to feel even better.”

I teased him relentlessly, using my hips to roll and grind against him, every movement pushing us both closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“Y/n, please… don’t tease like this,” he begged, desperation lacing his voice. “I need more! I can’t take it!”

“More? You want more?” I taunted, turning the heat between us into molten desire. My eyes sparkled with mischief as I began to pick up the pace, riding him harder, the sound of our bodies joining, filling the room. “Then show me how badly you want it.”

“Fuck! Yes! Just like that!” he cried out, eyes dark with lust. “Don’t stop! I want you to ride me harder!”

I leaned forward, pressing my body against his as I continued to ride him, capturing every inch of pleasure coursing through us. I could feel the heat of his body beneath me and hear the desperate rhythm of his breath matching the tempo of my movements.

“You’re doing so well for me,” I whispered in his ear, letting my lips brush against his skin. “I want to feel you come for me, James. Can you do that? Can you give it to me?”

“Y/N, I’m so close!” he gasped, the urgency tinging his voice as I felt him tense beneath me. Every pulse of his body spoke volumes of the pleasure he was teetering on.

“Then let go. Give in to me,” I urged, my voice sultry and commanding. “I want to see you fall apart, scream for me when you do.”

With one last thrust, I pushed him over the edge, his body shaking violently as pleasure rushed through him, sending him soaring into ecstasy. “Y/N!” he shouted, his voice a beautiful symphony of pure pleasure, the sound sending waves of heat rolling through me.

I was entranced as I watched him unravel, the power of the moment coursing through me. As I tightened around him, the sensation propelled me into my own release, and I lost myself in the overwhelming bliss of it all.

As the waves of pleasure finally subsided, I collapsed onto his chest, both of us panting, hearts racing in tandem. The room was filled with the sound of our breaths and the stillness that settled over us. I smiled, brushing my fingers through his hair, feeling the warmth of him beneath me, still connected.

After a few moments of stillness, I looked into his eyes, filled with satisfaction and love. “You did amazing,” I whispered, my voice thick with affection. “You were incredible, James.”

With a soft smile playing on my lips, I grabbed the soft restraints binding his wrists and carefully began to untie him, loosening the fabric that had held him captive. “Now you’re free,” I said playfully, my fingers grazing his skin, igniting a gentle thrill.

He smiled back, eyes twinkling with a mix of affection and slight mischief. “Free for what?”

“Free to come here,” I teased, wiggling my fingers to indicate my lap, as I repositioned myself beside him on the bed. “I might have another way to reward you for being such a good boy tonight.”

He chuckled softly, pulling me close as I settled beside him, safe in the warmth of our shared moment. As I nestled against his side, I felt a mixture of intimacy and excitement swirling in the air between us, knowing this was just the beginning of many adventures we would share together.

[faerybella219]

First night at Gale's Tower

@desertharper 's request

Oh, I just read yours the other night on AO3, great job! Could I possibly get Gal and a female elven sorcerer Tav post-game the night they arrive home to his tower? NSFW/SFW, your choice. I just love post-game interactions for the good endings. :)

Fun fact: I play BG3 on Xbox and I started on my old Microsoft account. For some reason, I got logged out/ got “hacked?” and had to delete my account with 200+ hours… I was at the Netherbrain guys!!! So I haven’t finished the game yet but I also love domestic post-game fics. My Bard R! Durge, Vivienne, (who I have posted on here)  is my current run to the finish. In act 3 once again! Anyway, here ya go. It’s like half headcanon half fiction. 

It is still a shock to both of your systems that you’re actually alive. You have defeated the netherbrain against all odds- the old-fashioned way. With swords, spells, and sweat. 

First, we all know Gale’s need to impress you. I imagine him trying to plan a seamless moving day- maybe casting a protective spell over your furniture/ items while they’re being moved into his tower. I can also see him fretting about his various delicate magical artifacts, which the movers seem to disregard! Much to his surprise, might he add, since his mother had suggested this company! Although he likely skips the movers altogether and has his simulacrums move you two in. Some jobs are better done yourself. 

While his simulacrums bring in your boxes/chests of your belongings, they don’t unpack them. He respects your privacy and knows you may be particular about your things. 

I can see things happening quickly after his proposal. The day you move in may be the same day you see his tower (haha) in person for the first time- your new home. 

You can’t help but be overwhelmed by a feeling similar to deja vu. It’s surreal and sort of familiar. You’ve technically been here before. Gale brought you here through the weave while on the road, and you seem magnetically drawn to the balcony. You remember sitting on this very balcony in the weave. Waterdeep’s ocean glitters before you, and you get lost staring into the soothing waves. 

Gale puts his head on the top of yours. His hands rest on the railing on either side of you. He buries his nose in your hair and pulls you close to him from behind. It’s finally happening. It’s finally real. The peace you feel in this moment- hopeful, content, and unbelieving- it’s what makes your journey worth it. 

Turning around in his embrace, you hug him too tight and he makes a groan of strain and laughter. His classic old man noises. You could get used to those.  

Taking his face in your hands, you see joy brimming in his eyes. The way he looks at you makes your heart swell. Gale Dekarios- the wizard of intentionally limited renown is all yours for years to come.

He will likely insist unpacking can wait, it’s your first night together in your new home.

I have no doubt he will take you on a tour of the place, including special spaces he has saved for you/ your interests. You like to craft/crochet/sew? He has a craft room set up. What is his is yours. He knows you will handle his artifacts with care and if you are a sorcerer he will encourage you to bring yours and combine your collection. He has a section of his library saved for whatever literature you might want to add, and a section of what he recommends for you specifically- available for you to pick up at any time. 

Overenthusiastic is an understatement. But he tries to play it lighthearted to not overwhelm you. 

You cook dinner together in your new kitchen. You kiss in your new kitchen. He’s not a good dancer but is so overjoyed by you being here with him that he brings you close to sway. 

When it’s time for bed you notice he ordered a second nightstand for your side of the bed. In the drawer is something special and thoughtful, whether it's a chocolate you like or a book. Maybe it’s a solvent for some ailment that has been bothering you. He will remind you to put it on every night. 

I can see the night being with or without sex. I can picture him lying in bed and staring into your eyes, just treasuring your presence in his bed. There will be a thousand nights in the future for sex. Although, I can see the night needing a physical commemoration as well! It all depends on what your vibe is.

When you wake, you have tender good mornings with sleepy, rasping voices. He pulls you close, onto his chest as he praises the rest of your days together. He cooks you breakfast, and you two spend the rest of your second day unpacking your belongings and creating your shared home. 

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

Pure passion and savoring each other. The sex is emotional and slow. 

Tonight marks the rest of your lives coexisting and living together. You’re having milestone sex. This is no quickie. This is body worship, treasuring each other’s lives, and pure love and devotion. 

You kiss until your lips feel plump, your tongues tangle until you’re wet. Only when you’re squirming does he move south.

Gale uses every kiss as a landmark. He kisses your forehead, cheeks, down your neck- his hands are grasping and caressing anywhere he can reach. 

His hold on you is strong. Hands grip your waist as he devours you. He doesn’t want it to end. He teases you until you beg for release, and once you orgasm you can’t stop. He doesn’t let you get away with less than 3 before the night ends. 

When he fucks you it's languid and deep. His hard cock drags against your walls in a pull so delicious it's torture. Slow tenderness eventually turns to rapid passion as he gives in to his desires. 

You two are moaning and crying out into the night air as he pounds into you. Your grip on him is tight as your mouths and hips move in synch. 

You wake up with little marks over your chest, although you never remember him being rough. 

[nickysdiner]

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[megwritesriddles]

HEADCANON/DRABBLE REQUESTS OPEN!! MDNI 18+

hey y’all! :3

as you’ve maybe noticed I haven’t been writing much lately (uni is kicking my ASS) and I want to try to get back into it in a fun way so I’m sending out an open call for any requests for short form stuff you’d like to see! rules at the bottom.

Characters I will write:

Tom Riddle, Draco Malfoy, (Young) Severus Snape, Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley

Any of the Stardew Valley bachelors (i’m not super familiar with Shane tho so keep that in mind)

Spencer Reid

Mike Schmidt

Peeta Mellark, Sejanus Plinth, (maybe Snow)

Josh Futturman

Tate Langdon, Michael Langdon

Kurt Kunkle

Brahms Heelshire

Rules:

before placing a request please keep in mind that the idea is for these to be short, maybe bulletpoints or just a couple hundred words (knowing me if i like your prompt i’ll go way over)

I prefer to write smut and non-established romantic relationships (eg. they start as friends/enemies/fwbs/exes etc but get together) but don’t mind writing fluff or established relationship in the short form (pls specify in the ask if you want smut if the prompt doesn’t make it clear)

I will not write incest, pedophilia (or crazy age gaps) or anything involving bodily fluids other than cum

Please send in at least a slight scenario and not just a character

eg. “Young Severus as your boyfriend headcanons please” or “Spencer Reid when you ask him to be friends with benefits” or “Tom Riddle using sex magic on you”

Feel free to include as much detail as you like about the scenario, but I won’t write reader to have any specific traits unless they’re fairly general (eg. plus-size) just so more people can enjoy it. That being said I only write afab!reader (usually with female pronouns but I can do gender neutral) simply because I couldn’t do amab justice with my own experiences.

Thank you to anyone who requests!!

I have no idea if anyone will, I have a few requests in my inbox I want to tackle but they’re for long form and I wanna warm up a little first

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second kentanation post on tumblr. nagito doodlies!!

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[nausicaamusiclover20]

Something involving Kirk’s tattoo. Like maybe when he first gets it and doesn’t tell reader about it she finds out becomes obsessed with it something smut involved please😈

Hope you like it!❤

Warnings: smut, strong language, mature themes.

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Flames of desire

I stood just outside Kirk’s quarters, exhilaration coursing through me after my earlier run. My heart was still racing from the exercise, but nothing compared to the rush of excitement at the thought of seeing him. As I pushed the door open, the familiar scent of his cologne wafted through the air, mixed with something sweet—probably dessert he had saved.

“Did you save any of that synthale for me?” I called out, stepping into the warm glow of his room. I stopped short at the sight before me.

Kirk was halfway through undressing, his shirt slipping off his broad shoulders. My heart raced—not just from my run, but from how effortlessly handsome he looked. However, what captivated me most was the tattoo on his right side. Flames danced across his waist, their vibrant colors flickering in a way that made them seem alive.

“Wow, Kirk,” I said, stepping closer, “you’ve been holding out on me.” My tone was playful, but I couldn’t hide my admiration.

He turned fully to face me, a teasing spark igniting in his eyes. “Thought you’d be impressed. But I bet it’s not just the tattoo that gets you hot under the collar.”

Heat flooded my cheeks at his boldness. “Can I… can I look at it up closer?” I asked, curiosity bubbling within me.

Kirk raised an eyebrow, mischief shining in his gaze. “Only if you can handle the heat,” he replied with a grin, taking a step toward me.

As I reached out, my fingers brushed against the tattoo, tracing the intricate flames. The warmth radiated from his skin, sending shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how vividly the flames mimicked the wild inferno that burned between us.

“This is incredible,” I whispered, lost in the artistry of it all. The flames reminded me of our passion—intense, consuming, and dangerous.

“You seem quite taken with it,” he said, amusement in his tone as I studied the ink.

“You don’t get it. It’s mesmerizing!” I exclaimed. “It’s not just a tattoo; it feels like it represents something deeper—like the flames of inferno.”

Kirk took a step closer, our bodies nearly touching. The air between us felt charged, and I could sense the intensity building. “It represents passion—wild, untamed passion,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a thrill racing through me.

“I think it leads to something explosive,” I replied boldly, feeling the heat radiating from both his tattoo and the man standing before me.

Without further ado, he closed the space between us, capturing my lips in a kiss that ignited a fire within me. The moment was electric, and my body melted against his as I surrendered to the urgency of the kiss.

“What do you want?” he murmured against my lips, the warmth of his breath mingling with my own.

“I want you,” I confessed, my heart racing with desire. “I want you—now.”

In one swift movement, he spun me around, pinning me against the wall with firm but gentle hands. The heat from his tattoo pressed against my skin, amplifying the need coursing through my veins. I could feel my body instinctively responding, hunger rising in my core.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice thick with longing.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I replied, my heart pounding.

Kirk captured my mouth again, and we quickly fell into a passionate rhythm, our bodies moving together as one. Fingers tangled in his hair as we kissed, exploring the depths of our desires.

As we continued, my hand trailed down from his hair to his waist, brushing over the edges of the tattoo. I pressed my lips against the flames, savoring the warmth of his skin and the symbolism behind the ink. Each kiss lit a fire within me, making me feel more connected to him than I ever had before.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured against his skin, feeling completely alive in the moment.

Kirk let out a low growl as he pressed his body against mine, driving the point home that we were both caught in this whirlwind of heat. “You have no idea how much I want you,” he replied, his voice husky with desire.

With every kiss I placed on the flames, my longing intensified. It felt as if I were kissing the embodiment of our passion—a wild inferno that threatened to engulf us both. The tattoo became a physical representation of everything we were sharing, and I found myself craving him even more.

“Y/N,” he breathed, pulling slightly away to gaze deeply into my eyes. “You’re driving me wild.”

I chuckled softly, but there was an undeniable heat building inside me. “Good,” I replied breathlessly, tugging him closer. “Let go.”

With that, Kirk captured my lips again, plunging us into a world where nothing else mattered. The outside world faded, leaving only the two of us as we melted together, moving in perfect harmony.

I surrendered to the fiery passion that crackled between us, feeling utterly consumed by the inferno of our desires. We continued to lose ourselves in each other, the tattoo pulsing with life as we found our rhythm.

In that fervent embrace, time ceased to exist. He lifted me slightly, my legs wrapping around his waist, as I whispered his name—a mixture of plea and affirmation. I clung to him, kissing the flames again, savoring the moment in its entirety—the wildness, the heat, the unbreakable connection we shared.

As we finally reached that exhilarating peak together, our breaths mingling in the afterglow, I couldn’t help but smile up at him. “You know, next time you decide to get another tattoo, at least give me a heads-up,” I teased, running my fingers along the ink. “I'd love to be prepared for the heat.”

Kirk chuckled, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “I promise I’ll give you a heads-up. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on my next masterpiece.”

With a playful wink, he pressed his lips to my forehead, the flames on his skin still glowing brightly.

[honey-pages]

Quick and Quiet - Viktor x Reader

Description -

Quick public sex in a spare room in the lab, possessive Viktor.

1.1k words

F/M. 18+. Smut. NSFW. Dom Viktor. Posessive. Dirty Talk. Creampie.

It was the middle of the afternoon on a weekday, the lab and research centre full swing. You and Viktor had been overseeing some minor work that needed doing but nothing too pressing. It was a regular day, people busying past with arms loaded with paper work, inattentive to the growing sexual tension between the two of you. 

You knew that when you got back to his study, things would unfold. You decide to tease him, its only fair that he has to be just as frustrated as you are. You spot an empty room off to the side of one of the main corridors, and nudge him towards the door as you approach.

Viktor looks at you strangely, questioning what you are doing, before catching on.

He chuckles subtly, “Oh really?”

He pushes the door open with his hand and you both quickly step inside, closing it behind you and manoeuvring out of view. He pins you to the wall, his arms on either side of your head. He leans down to kiss you, moving backwards at the last second to make you kiss at the open air.

“Desperate” He mocks, this time allowing the kiss. 

“Maybe I just want you Vik” You smile up at him

“Right here?”

“Right here”

Viktor’s hand trails down the side of your body, feeling you, weighing up the consequences of getting caught. He stops over your waist, lowering to grope at your underwear through your clothes. He presses at your clit, applying just the right amount to have you reactively grinding at his hand.

“You want me to fuck you here, where anyone could hear us?”

You respond by pulling him back into a kiss. Viktor breaks it, turning you around and pinning your hips to a table. You were only just out of view of the door, too close.

“Quietly”, Viktor purred in your ear. 

“People will see Vik-“

“They’ll hear first”

You feel the length of him rest at the side of your thigh. He presses himself to the back of you. He holds one hand on your hip and the other on the edge of the table he has you pressed against. 

“You say the words, and I stop. Though I can guarantee someone else will hear them first”

“Don’t stop-“

He muffles your mouth with his hand, having heard all he needed. He bends you at the waist, positioning you over the table. Viktor keeps his mouth at your neck, faintly whispering to you, almost inaudible, breathy.

“Keep quiet and take it.”

Viktor slides your trousers down your thighs, allowing them to pool around your knees. He works his fingers under the hem of your underwear, pulling them down. You feel exposed, realising your nakedness and proximity to the door. If someone would look through, you would not be hidden fully. It would be obvious at first sight. They would know exactly what you and Viktor were doing. 

He unzips and manages his trousers and underwear down to his mid thigh. There is a growing warmth as you feel his cock rest against you. He grinds it on you slowly, reminding you of the familiar length and feel. The heat of him in the cold room makes you more aware of the warmth of yourself and how when you shift your weight, you could feel the wetness slide between your thighs. 

“I didn’t realise you so publicly wanted to be my whore, (Y/N)”

You grind back, his cock pressing against you, a little higher and he may just push in. He lines himself up.

“So eager” He nibbles at your ear, the hand covering your mouth spreading to insert a finger between your lips and against your tongue. 

You swirl your tongue over the tip and he grinds forward, thrusting into you to the middle of his length. You moan against his palm.

There are footsteps from outside as people walk further down the corridor, it feels too good to care.

Viktor slowly thrusts in and out of you, though not deeply. You are completely aware of how deep he usually is, how he normally fills you. You groan in frustration, trying to push back, to make him fill you.

He stops moving, you feel his grin against your skin, his teeth against your neck

“If I knew it was this easy to take you, I would have done this years ago. All it takes is a little bit of danger, and listen to the sound you make”

Viktor pulls all the way out, and pushes all the way in, creating a wet slapping sound. You body is betraying you, dripping wetness down your thigh. Viktor removes his hand from your mouth and you make a silent promise to not give away your location. 

His hand replaces at the back of your neck and he pushes you gently down to the table, bent completely over it. He grips at your waist. His thrusts become more rhythmic, the sounds of the two of you become repetitive and he finds a comfortable pace. 

“You feel amazing, (Y/N). This is mine, you understand?”

“Yes, Vik-“ You respond, trying to keep a grip on your sound level.

He is speeding up, the noise must be audible to the outside. He is panting and whimpering, grabbing at the sides of you.

"Mine?”

“Yours”

“You belong-“ He starts, losing himself in the pleasure “-to me”

“Viktor-“

“Shh-“

You feel wetter than previously. The table was rough and sharp at your waist but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything, you looked around to the door window - no one was there. Would you really have cared if they were? If they watched the way Viktor fucked you?

Your hands are holding onto the far side of the table, fingers white from the force of his thrusts. He buries a hand in your hair, pulling back your neck, forcing your head upwards, tilting to watch him over your shoulder. 

“You’re mine.” He mumbles as he fucks hard and fast.

“They’ll hear-“ You try to protest, a blush rising.

“Then they’ll hear me cum in you” 

His hips are wild, he’s filling you deeply. He is slowing slightly, becoming more powerful in each swing. You feel him twitch and he begins to unravel.

“You’re-“ He manages, louder than he should have.

On his next thrust, you feel him filling you with thick cum, still grinding and pushing between spasms. He maintains his rhythm, coating the whole length of your insides, fucking it into you. 

“Im yours Viktor” You finish his sentence, barely able to string it together.

The footsteps return, closer, faster. 

You both look wide-eyed pulling up your clothes and fixing your appearances, damp with a sheen of sweat and a manic look. The gravity of what you just did has struck. Viktor is still catching his breath. You feel the mess he has made begin to seep into the fabric of your underwear. 

You both make a quick exit, red faced, heading straight for Viktor’s study.

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