#scratching under their chin and rolling his eyes when they crawl into his lap

[jyoongim]

🟣with ➡️Prompt #4 list - gimme number 39

prompt 4, #39 Spicy!: soft lazy kisses & innocent touches that turn bolder and more sinful as you can’t resist each other

The hotel was quiet for once.

No bonding exercises or someone trying to blow up the hotel.

It was peaceful.

You sat in bed reading a book, cuddling against Alastor.

The soft tune of the radio played in the background as Alastor’sfingers drummed against the flesh of your hip.You giggled as the red demon pressed kisses to your shoulder, turning your head occasionally to catch his lips.

But it seemed Alastor had no intention of you finishing your reading as he pulled your chin to lean you into his advances.

You crawled to be seated in his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck to peck his lips.

It was rare for you and the red demon to have just a moment of tenderness.

You sighed lovingly as you tilted your head, slanting your lips to mold against his and playfully nipping at his lips.

Alastor obliged to your request and coaxed your tongue into a dance with his.

His hands were massaging your plush hips, sliding down to knead your ass.

Your hands tangled in his fluffy hair, scratching at his scalp as you tugged them softly, resulting in Alastor groaning into your mouth.

You pulled away to snuggle under his chin, purring as you grind your clothed pussy against him.

Alastor groaned “easy cherie, thought we were just relaxing for the morning” Your face lit up in a smirk as you nipped at his neck

”Hmmm tell that to your cock Al”

He tightened his hold on your hips and growled lowly at you when you stubbornly rolled them.

”Didn’t you get enough of my cock last night? Such a greedy girl” He pulled your night shorts to the side to tease your slit, that was still drooling with leftover cum from the night before.

You relaxed against his chest, kissing his sharp jaw, licking his pouty lips

”Then satisfy me baby”

You let out a gasp as a finger dipped into your heat.

Alastor flipped you on your back, making you laugh as he ripped your shorts and threw your legs over his shoulder.

His red eyes floated to yours as he lowered his lips to your cunt

”wish granted my dear”

[rollinouttahere-writes]

I SAW YOUR POST AND I ALSO LIKE PAULIE SM!! HE'S JUST SO CUTE <3 With that, I rlly hope u write a one shot of how he would react with a s/o whose love language is physical touch. Hope u have a nice day and I rlly rlly am a big fan of your writings, you're so amazing 🥹💗

Touchy

Paulie x GN!Reader

1k words

Dating someone like Paulie was an interesting experience. He was far from the most conventional boyfriend you’ve ever had, but that helped to endear him to you. It was funny how flustered he would get over the littlest things. Wrapping your arms around him would turn him bright red. Kissing his cheek would have him flailing and acting like you just accosted him, only to gently trace his fingers over where you kissed him once he thought you weren’t looking.

Simply put: he’s adorable.

There was a slightly less cute quirk of his. It leaned more into being funny. His ongoing evasion of debt collectors was more than a little amusing. It could get annoying when he abruptly ducked out in the middle of a date because he got spotted, but you’ve learned to roll with it. Watching him jump through hoops and hide in odd places never failed to make you chuckle, so you found it easy to forgive the transgressions. 

Tonight, though, it did scare the hell out of you. It was late, and you were just about to head to bed when you heard the window in your kitchen get opened and saw someone coming through it. You damn near cracked Paulie over the head with a frying pan before you realized that the person crawling through your window like a raccoon was actually your boyfriend and not a robber. He’s lucky you recognized the way that light reflected off his goggles. 

Unsurprisingly, his reasoning for doing this was because he was on the run again and hoped to lose the loan sharks by hiding out in your home until they either passed or gave up for the night. You were happy with this, despite the late hours. It wasn’t often that you could get Paulie to overlook the intense scandal of it all to visit your home in the late night hours like this. You would have fun teasing him about this later.

For now, though, you contented yourself with cuddling up to him on the couch with your legs thrown over his lap. Your arm was propped up on the armrest, with your chin resting on your fist. Your other hand busied itself by playing with the hair on the nape of Paulie’s neck.

Paulie had one of his arms resting on the back of the couch, and his other hand rubbed up and down your thigh absentmindedly while complaining about his debt as if he hadn’t been the one to take out those loans and is the true victim in this situation. “I keep telling them I’ll pay it back when I have the money! I don’t get why they can’t just wait.” Paulie huffed, exhaling the smoke from his cigar.

“How long have you kept them waiting now?”

“That’s irrelevant!” Paulie’s face tinted red and he shot you a glare that was dripping with embarrassment.

The glare does nothing to intimidate you. You chuckle and start gently scratching at his scalp, making him shiver under your touch. He groans and makes a half-hearted attempt to swat your hand away. He grumbles under his breath, “Quit trying to seduce me.”

That made you laugh. “Trying? Given that you’re my boyfriend, I think I’ve already succeeded in doing that.” 

His hand moved from the back of the couch to clamp over your mouth. Much to your amusement, his ears were tinged red. “You know what I meant!” Smoke puffed out of his mouth as he huffed. You smirked against his hand, and his eyes narrowed at you, wondering what you were up to.

Covering his hand with your own, you gently kiss the palm of his hand while maintaining direct eye contact with him. His entire face and neck turned ruby-red and he wrenched his hand away like you just bit him. He sputtered for a moment before shouting in a humorously high-pitched voice, “You harlot!”

You cackled at his embarrassment. Making him flustered was the highlight of this relationship for you. The hand you were previously using to play with his hair moves and pinches his cheek affectionately, “Calm down, baby. I’m just teasing you.”

“I know! That’s the point! You’re always teasing and trying to tempt me like a siren!” His voice was loud, but lacked any real weight behind it. Paulie was the definition of all bark, no bite. For you, at least.

Another smirk spread across your face. You lean forward, “You can’t mind it that much, sweetheart.”

Paulie grumbled and averted his eyes, “Of course I mind. Why else would I be telling you off?”

“Are you sure? Because the fact that your hand is still stroking my thigh is sending me mixed signals.”

He stiffened and looked down. His grip on your thigh tightened, but he distinctly didn’t let go. Paulie drummed his fingers on your thigh and ground his teeth as he floundered to save face, “It’s not my fault you’re walking around looking like this. You put your legs in my lap. What else am I supposed to do? Especially when you’re wearing such tiny shorts. They aren’t covering a damn thing.”

You cocked your head to the side, feeling confused as to what he’s talking about. “Shorts?”

It was now Paulie’s turn to look confused. “Yeah, shorts. You’re definitely not wearing pants right now.”

“I was just about to go to bed when you came in. This is all I wear to sleep.” Grabbing the hem of your oversized sleep shirt- that you stole from Paulie- you lift it up, revealing that you’re just wearing underwear underneath. 

The cigar in Paulie’s mouth falls onto the couch as he stares at you slack-jawed. Before you can so much as blink, he’s yanking your shirt back down while shrieking like a scandalized grandmother, “Harlot!”

Again, you laughed at his distress. You loved every second of his extreme reactions. It’s not as if he actually disliked any of this. Afterall, he hasn’t thrown you off his lap yet. Or let go of your thigh, either. He wasn’t fooling anybody, much less you. He loved this just as much as you did, he just hasn’t figured out how to say it out loud yet.

[1800titz]

FETISH | Spanko!Harry x Neighbor!Reader

The one where you and Harry are neighbors in an apartment complex, he's got a bunny called Snuggles, he makes softcore porn spanking people (it's a REALLY LOUD HOBBY), and you have definitely called the police for a domestic disturbance next door continued

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You flail your hand out, down, awkwardly to catch a fistful of jeans. And when you snag it, you squeeze. It’s coarse between your fingers. So unlike the feather-soft weight of the atmosphere; this dreamy locale in being.

The hum over you sounds like it’s rolling straight from the foramen his ribs are hugging. A throaty, low sound, that drenches you in searing heat. 

“Ah, ah. Keep your hands to yourself—“ is a murmur saturated thick in command, and your chin snaps at the familiarity of the lilt—

But the motion is stifled when the hand that was knotted in your hair wraps around and cups you under the chin. By the throat, nearly. A garbled, wet sound brews in your neck when his thumb presses into the soft bit of space beneath your lower lip, between your chin and your mouth. It grazes the corner. You recycle the gasp again, and let it blister between your breasts. 

Harry, over you with your jaw in his palm, feels like a debauched lesson in discipline. This— an unyielding sense of control, unbudging resolve hewn in his voice, is a pure juxtaposition to bunnies and soft curls, hanging damp straight from the shower. The rubescent smear across the tops of his ears when you stare for too long; the roseate burgeoning along the bridge of his nose, nipping at the apples of his cheeks. Your mail in his hand, standing at your door. A pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips, a white tee shirt that’s been washed too many times. The kind that nearly looks shrunken, stretching across the hulking breadth of his shoulders.

You gnaw into your lower lip. Scratch out at the sheets when he hits you again. His eyes are glued to you, glued where the thick of his palm is swatting. You can’t see it, but you know. And the heat courses up to your throat. Bleeding warmth under the firebrand of his hand (a collar, notched)—

“Just been begging to go over my knee, haven’t you?” he coos. 

No— no— you screw your eyes. 

Yes. 

The shame fades into the heat, and it’s the worst between your legs. You don’t know what’s worse— the revelatory shudder that wracks your shoulders, reluctance tapering, thawing into hedonistic want, when you finally, finally just let yourself sink into the melted deluge. Or the way he caresses one cheek in his big, big hand, and you rock forward, knees inching apart. The way—

“What’s this, mm?” he rumbles, fingertips coasting up your inner thigh, and prodding—

The gasp that got tangled at the back of your throat prickles. Comes alive all over as a wet, scratchy hiss.

“You’re all wet,” he tells you, like it’s a revelation you need to hear. But it’s drenched in condescension, and it makes you feel white-hot, like a scorching layer stripped straight off the surface of the sun. 

There’s snagging depraved desires and burrowing them between your ribs, like dirty secrets locked in a cage of bone. Rolling around on your sheets with your hand between your legs. 

And then there’s squirming over his lap, with your panties dangling at your ankles. 

It feels like retribution. Being broken in, in the form of a seamy, old-fashioned penitence for being a bad girl, thinking those nasty thoughts.

(The partition between punishment, you think, and outright manifestation, is paper-thin. And that’s the bliss of an overlap— a perfect stretch of limbo. You mewl when he smacks you again.)

He chuckles, and it sounds dark. Rich. Intoxicated on the slick he smears onto the back of your hot thigh. The little noises crawling out of you that taint the air. The view of your ass, spattered in handprints. “You are such a naughty, little girl.”

He breathes through his nose. The exhale makes your bones feel like they’re settling into place, and you sag with it, “Aren’t you?”

[hazbinshusk]

Here's your reminder to talk about Husk burying his face between a pair of soft, squishy thigha

ahh, irk, I should have known I could count on you :)

husk and thighs... oh, he's such a happy kitty if he can squeeze your thighs. I posted recently about loving how big his hands are, and picturing them wrapped around thighs, his claws pressing into the soft, squeezable flesh...

imagine sitting on one of the couches in the lobby of the hotel and he comes and stretches out beside you, dropping his head into your lap. either he's looking up at you with half-lidded eyes and a soft smile, or his chin in resting on your thigh and he's purring into your lap as you run your fingers through his fur and scratch around the base of his ears. its so comforting and safe for him, to be wrapped in the warmth of you while he lets himself sink into the gentle, calming embrace.

imagine laying on your stomach on the bed and having husk crawl in next to you, rest his head on the small of your back, and wrap an arm around your thighs and fall asleep like that, smoothing his hand up and down your leg, rhythmically squeezing the flesh, pressing kisses to the dip of your lower back and mumbling just how much he loves you. imagine that hand making biscuits, massaging deeply into the flesh, claws pricking your skin with each push... he can't help it, he doesn't even fully realize he's doing it. he's just so comfortable, your thighs are so soft... who could blame him?

imagine husk laying on his stomach between your knees, peppering soft kisses up over your inner thighs as he grips them in his claws. massaging them gently, slowly, as he brings his mouth higher, nipping at the soft skin and muscle, the rough texture of his tongue making you shiver as he spends far too long just savoring the taste and the feel of your thighs. husk will watch goosebumps follow his touch, watch the muscles twitch under his touch, his tail twitching away behind him, a cat playing a game.

imagine him groaning, deep in the back of his throat, with your knees over his shoulders as he eats you out. the feel of them squeezing around his head making his eyes rolls back; he'll hold them there, dig his claws deep enough into your thighs to draw blood.

imagine him grasping at them as you ride his lap, clutching at them desperately, running his hands over them while you roll your hips over his. and he'll tell you just how good every part of you feels when he touches you.

imagine him in his more feral moments, digging his claws and teeth into your thighs, marking them with rough kisses and bloody bite marks that will linger for days after he's done with you. perfectly tucked away under your clothing of course. but... wear a skirt, something you can lift so he can see them again... or something short enough that bending over will give him a glance of the bruises he's left behind... claiming marks... oh, it'll take everything he has not to take you again right there at the bar.

just... husk and thighs.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

If you fuck with it perhaps some puppy mountain content :0

I do fuck with it. I always fuck with puppy Mountain.

There’s a whine from under the desk that Cumulus is busy working at. She’d been doing the admin work for the infirmary when Mountain had wandered into her office with big puppy eyes and his collar jingling around his neck. He’s wordlessly crawled under the desk and tried to nudge her thighs apart with his head before she’d pushed his head away with a simple,

‘Not now, I’m busy.’

He’d stayed under the desk though, making himself comfortable by sitting at her feet and resting his head in her lap, purring gently as she runs her fingers through his hair. Cumulus thought that was enough, that he’d be good and wait for her to finish her work but he wouldn’t stop whining and shifting his weight so he can pull her leg between her legs. She’d flicked him on the ear and hissed, making him whine sadly and rest his head back on her lap, looking up her with sad puppy eyes.

Mountain whines again, trying to pull her leg between his thighs again making Cumulus tut at him and pull away from the desk a little so she can see him. “I thought you were a good puppy?”

Mountain whines again and pouts up at her. “I am! But I just- I need you.”

“And I told you I’m busy, puppy.” She runs her hand down from his hair to his jaw, to his chin and scratches him there. “If you need it that badly there’s plenty of other people you can ask.”

Mountain shakes his head, tipping it back slightly at Cumulus’ scratching. “No, need you. Has to be you.”

Cumulus coos at him.

“You’re sweet puppy. But you have to wait. I have a lot of work to do and I can’t get distracted., so if you want to stay here you have to be good, okay?” She gives his hair a sharp tug.

Mountain gasps, resting his chin on her knee again. “Yes, ma’am.”

Cumulus pushed herself back under the desk fully without another word. Mountain manages to behave for approximately two minutes before he’s whining again and trying to grind himself onto Cumulus’ leg.

“Mountain.” She warns.

Mountain whimper and shakes his head on her knee.

“I can’t-cant stop. So hard, ma’am, please. Need it, need you.”

He hooks his arms around her leg to himself more leverage to hump against her shin.

“Need you. I’m sorry, sorry. Just need you.” He pants out.

Cumulus looks down at him again, raising en eyebrow as she feels Mountain’s cock rut into her leg.

“Satan, you’re pathetic.”

Mountain looks up at her with wide shiny eyes and nods, feeling too good to give a shit about the embarrassment.

“Yes, ma’am. I am, I am pathetic.

She glares down at him, her intense look making his hips slow but she can tell he’s desperate to keep going.

“Five minutes. You have five minutes to cum and if you don’t by that time I’m banishing you to your crate.”

Mountain pants and tilts his head to the side so he can rest his cheek on her knee. He hugs her leg closer to him, his hips rolling down. He whimpers, feeling his cock leak precum, making his boxers feel all sticky and wet.

“Yes, ma’am. Five minutes.”

Cumulus tried to focus on her work, she really does. But when she can feel Mountain leaking through his boxers making her leg all sticky it’s hard. It’s even harder when Mountain starts whimpering and moaning into her skin, hot breath making hitting her leg making her shiver.

She reaches down and pets at Mountain's hair, tugging lightly, making him whine and look at her with watery eyes.

“Oh my puppy. So desperate aren’t you? Just needed me, didn’t you?”

His eyes flutter closed as he pants, pushing against her leg even harder.

“Yes, yes ma’am. Had-had to be you.” His whole body shudders as he presses himself closer into her leg. “Oh fuck.”

He keeps letting out these needy whines and moans as he keeps humping her leg, desperate to get off before the five minutes is up. He looks at up Cumulus with wet eyes.

“Please? Lus- ma’am? Please.”

Cumulus pets his heart again, running her thumb down his jaw to his mouth. She traces over his lips until he parts them with a moan. She pushes her thumb between his parted lips and he moans again around her thumb, sucking eagerly.

“Please what, puppy? What do you want?” She hum, watching his cheeks hollow around her thumb.

Mountain blinks up at her all dumb and brainless. What did he want? He didn’t even realise he was begging for something.

“Awwh puppy. So dumb and stupid, aren’t you?” Cumulus laughs at him. “All your brains have leaked out of your cock, hasn’t it? Made all you brainless and useless for me.”

Mountain whines and hides his face on her thigh, drooling around her thumb and onto her leg.

“So messy, puppy.” Cumulus pulls her thumb from his mouth and wipes up some of the drool on his chin.

Mountains eyes roll back as he rubs himself against her leg ever harder, adjusting his grip on her leg so he can pull it even closer to him. Cumulus coos at him, running her claws through his hair and scratching at his scalp.

“So good for me, aren’t you? My good little pup, just needed me, didn’t you?”

“Oh fuck-fuck, Lus.” Mountains hips stutter against her leg.

“I’m-fuck, ma’am I’m-uh.”

“Awwhh already, pup?” She smirks down evilly at him, pulling sharply at his hair. “Good boy.”

Mountains whole body freezes and he lets out a choked off sob as he goes completely rigid, his eyes rolling back into his skull, his jaw slack and drooling everywhere.

Cumulus can feel the warmth seeping onto her leg as Mountain rocks against her leg shallowly working himself through his orgasm. He whimpers pathetically as his boxers get wetter and wetter with each spurt of cum.

He lets out a long groan as he collapses against her, hugging her leg. He rests his head again her knee, panting slightly from his comedown and blinks up at her all sleepy.

She smiles down at him, gently petting at his hair. “That wasn’t even two minutes, you know.” She laughs lightly. “That’s a bit embarrassing, puppy.”

Mountain whines and bites her thigh lightly. “Couldn’t help it.” He mumbles.

“Oh I know.” She coos at him. “Just too puppy brained to think about anything.”

Mountain hums in agreement with her, blinking up at her with little hearts shining in his eyes.

“I really do have work to do.” She whispers at him.

“Can I stay here? Don’t wanna leave you.”

Cumulus hums. “As long as you promise not to distract me again, puppy.”

Mountains hips jump on their own accord, rutting his cock back into her leg.

“No promises.”

[gooppoo]

Finding a Mate: Part 5

Requests Open!

mdni.

warnings: aged up neteyam remains, y'all are fuckin again 🙄, multiple creampies, biting, scratching, sorry abt disappearing for a few days it was my bday!

tag-list: @famousbagelshandspurse

Stars were sprinkled across the rich night sky.

The ground beneath your feet was chilly and lively -- you felt Eywa breathe life into everything around you. Especially Neteyam.

To pay your respects, you let the dancing tendrils at the end of your braid wrap around a drooping growth of the spirit tree to feel electric sparks in your nerves and the lovely song of your ancestors. Overcome with feeling, you reached for Neteyam's hand and held it tight, hoping he experienced the level of intensity you were.

After hearing and seeing your loving family and friends, Neteyam and you returned to each other, taking to a magical spot beneath the tree. He sat cross-legged with his elbows connected to his knees, fist under his chin, eyes dopey. You comfortably sat with both your legs bent beside you, an arm behind you keeping you upright, hair cascading over your shoulder.

Something about Neteyam's height was already enamoring and never failed to bring about an excitement between your thighs. But now before him, seeing his taught muscles beneath tough skin, dared to break a sweat across your brow. How had you landed someone as sexy as him. No matter what he did, you were nearly dizzy with infatuation, tingling with admiration, and always hot with desire.

Unable to refrain, your pointer finger teasingly drug along his well-rounded bicep, "Neteyam...do you know how hot you make me?"

Even with all the flirting and touching he had shamelessly done earlier, your words now had straightened his spine.

"You are such a gentleman. Always an eyeful. You have something that makes me..." one perfect word to describe your yearning was deflected into a provocative sigh, "I'm happy you are my mate." An attempt to dilute the yen tension in the air.

Overcome with a waterfall of emotions, a bashful tint flushed Neteyam's cheeks, and he chuckled, "I am, too."

Your heart ached to be closer to his, skin anticipating his caress; to ameliorate this, you crawled onto his lap, knees either side of his hips. Now your chests were connected, hearts thudding rhythmically. Your skin was pleasantly warm with him close, like a hot meal on a cold day. It felt criminal not to hum at the sensation of melting against him.

His dexterous fingertips traveled across the expansiveness of your back like he was tracing patterns in the sand. All that he had to offer told you, you were safe, and most of all admired. A mane of braids lulled against your chest, nose inhaling the aroma of your oozing pheromones mimicking intoxication. Exhilaration, it was for him. Devotion, it was for you. You gasped when his sharp canines tickled your alert skin, waiting for any notion to sink his teeth deeper into you. In teasing retaliation, a handful of carefully crafted braids were clutched.

Your torso collided against Neteyam's in a grapple, the skin along your neck was pierced by his carnal bite. The burn and zing made you release something between a howl and a moan -- your nails deeply drug along his ripped back. His stiffness grew against your thigh. The inguen between your legs grew sticky. There was a sex-driven delirium fogging your mind and making you slow, but quick to extinguish your sinful desire. It made your hips buck against his and tease the desperate tent below his naval.

Neteyam nursed your love-aggressed wound with his steaming tongue, tracing the new indents of his mark and letting his eyes roll back into his skull. You frantically grabbed for his face and forced his eyes to see yours, a laughable look of primal libido and pussy-drunk befalling your characters. On the next beat your lips were crashing together with fervor, teeth clinking, but that wasn't nearly enough to deter either one of you.

Eagerly, the leadership role guided you, sending Neteyam's back to the ground below, and you to hover above him. By instinct, his hands rested on your wriggling hips. Truth be told he thought he felt your slick drip onto his loincloth, causing his naval to stir thrice as much.

Pulling away, a frustrated groan reverberated your throat, "Do you want to do this Neteyam?" You asked, hand ready to explore beneath his loincloth.

"Of course!" He panted, then his fingers wrapped around your wrist and dove your palm below his garment for you.

Like he had done your first time, your hand stroked along him, gaging the honest weight and length of Neteyam. At your touch he found himself biting his lip and trying to swallow his whimpers -- but your attentive ears didn't miss this, and even perked up at the adorable sounds he produced.

Before descending down his inches, you coated yourself and him with the abundant slick that had accumulated along your core and thighs, shivering when your fingers barely caressed your clit. A few more flicks of your wrist (this time with less friction), and you were quickly perched atop of him. It hasn't quite dawned on you how delicate Neteyam had been the first time, so when you took him in one swoop, your cunt stung and hesitated to stretch for him. The sensation made you mewl in an odd concoction of pleasure and discomfort.

"O-oh no-"

Neteyam's nails sunk into your shimmering skin, unable to keep his composure or really warn you about the cum spurting inside of you. Even his hips jutted a few times, and each time he breathlessly tried to muster out an apology. Then, his head flopped against the soft growth beneath him, clearly exhausted.

You were hesitant to speak, "...Are you okay?"

He swallowed thickly, "Y-yeah. I am sorry..."

You couldn't think of any reason for him to be sorry. Wasn't this a good thing? That meant your affect on him was stronger than either of you had anticipated.

"It is okay, really," you swept some braids from his face, "Can I move?"

After a deep breath, he nodded, and his hands returned to your hips. When you inched yourself off him you were careful to take your time, to not overstimulate him too much, and for your own comfort. Resting your hips back down brought about a familiar feeling of fullness.

Neteyam panted, "Fuck fuck fuck-"

A scratch within you was itched, and you sighed. For balance, your fingers spread across his pecs, back arched deliciously. His cum trickled down your inner thigh and his own length, beginning to form a ring of your mixture at his base.

More than anything you were testing the waters, finding what made him squeak, and you purr when that sensitive spot in you was nudged. Sometimes you'd roll your hips - "oh baby" - other times you'd ride - "mmhmm" and once in a while when Neteyam found his composure, he'd thrust in from beneath you - "just like that Neteyam."

And though you were plenty full within, your poor clit still throbbed in want. When it would lightly drag against his pelvis in a shift of position, you'd nearly go limp, the dual simulation sending you to other dimensions. But you felt your orgasm nearing - so close yet so far.

"Neteyam, mmm-" your words were being lost between your brain and your mouth "- touch me..."

"W-where?" he asked between groans, "Here?"

"Yes!"

His thumb re-discovered your clit, feeling it pulse painfully. The moment he began to rub tender circles against it, you would clamp down on him, and you'd both call out pleasurably.

"Don't stop please don't stop..." you whined, losing your rhythm as your climax built in your naval. Neteyam stepped in and thrusted below you.

That's when you collapsed against his larger form, his hand now vigorous against your soaking clit, jutting into you shamelessly. His free arm held you stiffly against him, leaving you to do nothing but feel it.

"Neteyam, oh...OH-!"

Your body trembled against his at the rapture that was your fierce orgasm. The heat created at your groin left your muscles useless except to desperately writhe for another morsel of stimulation. Each time Neteyam stroked into you was another yelp from you, and eventually a plea.

Eventually, you both came to a stop. You shared the dense air and tried to catch your breaths. With the amount of sweat trickling down your body's, you were surprised you didn't stick to each other indefinitely, especially where your body's met below.

Now that the stretch was just too much, you pulled yourself up and grit your jaw as he descended from your center. It was your turn to collapse beside him, dizzy with the aftermath of your orgasm.

Affectionally, his hand reached for yours and held it comfortingly.

"I didn't know..." there were a few seconds dedicated to just breathing "...I could finish that quick. Or that I could finish twice."

You laughed, running your thumb across the back of his hand, "I didn't either. But now we do."

Through the spirit tree's branches the stars reappeared, shifting and twinkling in place. A bitterness made you shiver and retreat to Neteyam for some semblance of warmth. There was some middle ground between exhaustion and excitement you had wriggled into, hopeful you weren't the only one to experience this. Compulsion and muscle memory had you peppering kisses on his collar bone. His fingers lazily adjusted your hair.

"Will your parents be upset?" You wondered aloud.

Neteyam paused to think. Then scoffed his answer: "If they are, it is not important."

A curious smile appeared on your lips, "Want to find out?"

-

As you traveled back to his home to finish your approval meeting - at a very very late hour - you tried to fix the aspects of you that were a clear indication of what had happened minutes ago. Combing through your hair with your fingers, wiping away the dribbling cum beading down your legs. Neteyam spent his time trying to rid the scenario in his mind, fearful he'd get excited. When you approached the home, you paused to share some mischievous laughter, before masking your expressions with seriousness and stepping inside.

You were first met with Neytiri picking up around the home, "Hm," she began distastefully, "You two are nothing but trouble."

You could feel Neteyam roll his eyes. Then Jake came into view.

"It's uh- it's getting late. You should probably take her home son." The head of the household nodded toward the exit.

But, Neteyam didn't accept these answers, once again guiding you toward them proudly. Nervousness tickled your skin and made your heart grow almost too big for your chest...then you felt Neteyam rub along your back, and some of your clenched muscles learned to relax.

As confidently as you could manage, you cleared your throat and spoke with pithy: "Thank you for letting me into your home, and the chance to care for your son. I hope-"

Jake chuckled and stepped up to rest a hand on your shoulder, "Take it easy kid before you hurt yourself. Neteyam is all yours." He patted your arm and winked light-heartedly. Neytiri noticed this exchanged and added a few words, "If Eywa has accepted you, than I have. Continue to care for him." Her scowl had eased into something more neutral, scraping the surface of the closure you had nearly begged for.

You were quick to administer your thank you's, promising to be all you could for the warrior who had chosen to mate with you. To Neteyam's parents this seemed overkill, but they accepted all your frantic politeness anyhow. After wishing you a restful night, Neteyam ushered you outside the home to return you.

Like an elder couple leisurely enjoying each other, you swung your clasped hands and walked with a care-free pace.

"I knew they would like you." Neteyam mumbled, amusingly.

Now that the situation was put to rest, you could openly laugh about it. And now, you could laugh at Neteyam, too.

"Are you ready to win the approval of my parents."

"Pssh-" he tried to brush off his obvious anxiety "- who would not accept someone who has scars that were treated by none other than their own daughter? You are will be doing more convincing than me."

You pondered his words, "Will I now?" Both of your hands had fallen into his as you arrived at your home, and he nodded in false-confidence, "If some how they say no, I will throw myself in front of more danger, so I can ask you out again, and this time do it right."

"What was wrong about our time together?"

He dropped his head to the side and eyed you, smile never leaving his face. Suddenly he leaned in, lips dusting over your cheeks and spreading warmth across your skin until he reached your ear, "It is late, pretty girl, if I stay much longer, neither of us will sleep."

Lust rippled down your spine and made goose bumps rise on your skin. Unprompted, your fingers tightened around his sizable palms and your teeth pinched your bottom lip. Your unabashed desire left you reaching for the beaded necklace fitted around his neck, grasping it sensually. He chuckled into the junction of your neck, wanting nothing more than to take you then and there, but the time was too ill-fitting.

Gently, he pried your fingers from his accessory, "Not now, but I promise, soon."

Embarrassed by your quickness, you accepted the loving kisses planted on your cheeks, and a final one on your welcoming lips. On the next beat, Neteyam was slowly leaving your embrace, his extended arm and fingers the last to leave you. If possible, little fluttering hearts would be circling your head; you were enamored.

Who would've know the man you had patched up more times than you could count, would be the one making you this love sick?

Neteyam did.

[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Twenty One

( Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader )

ANONYMOUS SEX / HAIR PULLING / MASTURBATION

Summary: You find a way to help Francisco forget about his worries.

Day Twenty One of @absurdthirst's Kinktober

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, hair pulling and the suggestion that reader has longish hair, oral - male receiving, soft Dom!Frankie, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), no use of Y/N

Word Count: 1.6k

“When you said cosy night in, I didn’t expect this.”

Cosy nights in with Frankie meant a home cooked meal, snuggling on the sofa with a massive bowl of popcorn, every intention of watching a movie but you never do. Snuggling turns into caressing and heated kisses before you’re either fucking on the couch or being carried off to bed.

Tonight was different.

“I’m just resting my eyes.”

“Sure, babe.”

After the pair of actually watched a movie, you told him to head to bed to stop him from making you yawn. You weren’t tired, you had continuously kissed his cheek and played with his hair, spread your warm palm over his chest yet he barely reacted.

You smile at him, sauntering over to the bed and crawling to him. You lean against the headboard, propping your elbow against his pillow, fingers running through his thick curls.

“I feel like an old man.”

Said the man who has been juggling everything at once - fatherhood, pilot training, a day job, the boys, you. Of course, he was going to be exhausted.

You giggle, “You’re not an old man, Frankie, you’re just burnt out like the rest of us.”

He grunted.

“I’m guessing you’re stressed too?”

“Yeah,” he said in a laugh.

You cock your head, “Well, there is one way to alleviate stress.”

“I can barely move.”

“How about I take care of everything?”

His eyebrows raised, “You sure?”

You took his chin in your index finger and thumb, tilting it up so you could kiss him squarely in the lips. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and danced with his effortlessly. Entangling your fingers in his hair, you pull his head back and catch his groan.

It surprised you how well he took it.

This was the first time you’d ever taken control with Frankie. You were so used to him guiding you, dominating you that you didn’t even realise he liked this.

You suck on his bottom lip when you finally let him go, he looked at you dazed.

Smiling at his face, you grab the corner of the covers and peeled them back, fingertips teasing at his bare legs. He swallowed as you lifted your leg over to his other side and settled into his lap. You began to kiss him again, both your hands coiling around his neck before you smooth out your palms over his chest. Drawing down, you hook your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, parting his lips to pull it over his head.

The top of your lip is already irritated from where his whiskers scratch as he pushed back.

Slowly, you unbutton his shirt you wore, never removing your mouth from his. Tossing it aside, you roll your hips against his crotch, moaning as your sensitive pussy rubbed against his briefs.

His cock twitches.

You move them again, pulling away from him as you gasp, his length hardening.

You flick the hairs from his flushing face, eye darkening. Wriggling back, you kiss his cheek, under his jaw and the crook of his neck. You shuffle back a little more so you can press your lips against his chest and down to his navel, planting a final kiss onto the bulge growing in his underwear.

He took a deep breath, chest rising as his head fell back.

Sitting up, your fingers circle over his thighs as you watch his contorting features soften, eyes falling shut. Your one hand comes to his briefs, softly stroking his cock through the restricting fabric before you grabbed his balls.

“Fuck, querida,” he groaned as you massaged them gently.

His jaw relaxed, mouth parting.

Smiling, you press a kiss to his stomach before hooking the elastic of briefs. He lifts his hips from the mattress as you tug his underwear down over his legs, carefully lifting his ankles to throw them aside.

His cock hung heavy, veins prominent and tip vibrant, the precum smearing under his belly button.

You press your lips against the base of his cock before taking one of his balls in your salivating mouth, the sound of his moans in your ears. You suck at the testicle and pop it out audibly, moving to the other one to do the same. His length twitches on your nose as you notch against the base.

Straightening up, you wrap a hand around his length as pump unhurriedly, thumb sweeping over the tip. When he flinches, you focus on the curved top and the ridge, twisting it in your fingertips before rubbing your palm over.

He was just about to tell you to stop as you let go, your hand immediately replaced with your mouth.

You swallow him inch by inch until your nose tickles his pubic hair, the tip notching the back of your throat. Pulling up, you keep him in your mouth, tongue trailing that ridge and sucking on his tip.

His hand brushes the hair from your face and you look to him with heavy lids.

He loves the sight of you, your glossy lips wrapped around his cock, eyelashes fluttering as you patiently wait for him to let you start. Brushing you cheek bone, he holds your locks back loosely, resting his wrist on your neck before you catch the faintest nod.

You continued to take his cock at a steady pace.

He refrains from bucking his hips, from forcing his hand to the back of your head and pushing you down even though it’s tempting. His tip notches at the back of your throat and you fight your reflexes to not gag, he could see your eyes framing with tears.

It was always a turn on for him, a ragged breath escaping him.

With how hungrily he watched you, the desire building in your belly, pooling between your thighs. So much time had passed that your jaw was beginning to ache, protesting at opening wide enough to take his girth. The saliva was framing your lips, your slurping becoming crude as your tongue pushed into his length.

As you pushed him down your throat, his cock pulsed.

Sure, he could cum now but where was the fun in that.

He tugs your hair and drags you off his length, a gargle leaving your throat as a string of spit clings to his tip.

“I want to feel your pussy.”

You blink, too cock drunk to process his words until he stares with blown eyes.

Turning round, you hook your legs over his thighs, leaning towards him for him to admire how wet you were for him like always. You stretch an arm underneath your frame and line his cock to angle into your folds. Sitting back, the tip squeezes through your opening and you let it settle in your cunt before you sunk further.

You moan as he fills you.

Your ass meets his stomach and he can’t help himself, he slaps one cheek as you hold yourself there. He hits the other and you giggle as you shake your hips, the rush of air coming through his gritted teeth.

Raising yourself up, you come down on him heavily. You glance over the his shoulder yet his eyes are looking at where your ass overtakes the view of his cock. When he doesn’t complain, you continue, feeling his length as you move slowly. The warmth spreads through to your lower back with each snap.

His hands remain on your ass, fingernails grazing over the skin.

He leisurely trails them higher, delicate touches over your hips and waist. Picking his upper body from the bed, he traces the length of your spine with two fingers as your body shivers and a sigh falls from your lips. His fingers take the ends of your hair before wrapping it once around his broad hand.

When you next take his whole cock, he tugs. Your neck stretches, head tipping back as you whine, arching your back to lessen the strain.

You’re sure this was payback for earlier.

He carries on pulling until you bring your back to his chest. Holding your head against his shoulder, he steals a kiss from your sleek lips, nudging his chin till you opened your mouth. He took your breath away, his tongue roaming. With his free hand, he squeezed your breast, pinching the metal piercing through your nipple.

You cry, moving your hips in a figure of eight.

“Keep riding my cock,” he growls.

Closing your eyes, you rock your hips back and forth, his length dragging snuggly in your folds. His palm trails down your stomach, his fingers graze over your bikini line as he presses them to your clit. Your breath hitches before he begins to rub to your rhythm.

His cock jerked.

He wasn’t going to last much longer.

Your heartbeat was quickening as you panted close to his ear, your hot breath tickling the crook of his neck. He poked your clit and you squirmed, your hands flying to his one wrist, nails burying crescent moons into his skin. Your walls clenched around his cock and his body grew taut, arms locking you into place.

He presses onto your clit one last time, met with your whimpered nos as he held strong until you could barely string a sentence together, body shaking. The spark shot up your spine, spreading hot across chest as you gasped for air, limbs rigid.

The hold on his cock tightened and it pulsed for he came fast.

“Shiiit.”

His head fell to your shoulder, his weighted breath falling across your skin. His hands slacken, your scalp prickling as you sluggishly lift your head up.

You blink, the white spots leaving your vision.

His hand wraps around you to join the other, the pair resting on your stomach as he hugs you, kissing your shoulder.

“Love you, querida.”

He didn’t need you to say it back.

Twisting your hand to the his head, you ruffle his hair, letting your head drop to breath him in. Your kiss is so tender, he almost didn’t feel it.

At least he has one less thing to worry about.

[himbos-hotline]

Prompt:

Exhibitionism with Skategoat (if it's alright to request the same ship again)

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride

Junglecorpse | 1.1k words | Smut

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"I thought you said this was a date!" Jack grumbles, wrapping his jacket tighter around his shivering frame. He listens to the sound of skateboard wheels scratching against the concrete and when Derby skates back into his eyeline he gestures with the side of his head. "I wanna go, it's cold." He complains again, frowning when Darby kicks his skateboard up, catching it in his hand.

"Did you like live in the woods forever?" Darby asks, only half teasing as he distractingly fiddles with one of the skateboard wheels. His bottom lip sticks out in focus before he turns his attention back to his boyfriend, whose scowl had only deepened.

Jack steps closer, sticking cold hands under Darby's shirt, humming at the feeling of his warm skin sticking to his. "We don't talk about that now." He licks his bottom lip and leans up to kiss Darby. "But fine. Go do whatever you do on a skateboard."

The smile that Darby flashes at him is quick and cheeky, lighting his face up under the darkness. "What...skate" He teases, dropping the skateboard onto the floor and with one final kiss, he disappears back into the darkness, leaving Jack to walk around and make awkward smalltalk with the teenagers that skulk past, carrying bikes and skateboards. He's halfway through complimenting a man on his rollerblades before the sound of clattering wood and Darby swearing echoes through the concrete and Jack, with a frantic distracted wave runs off.

"Darbs?" He kneeling down by his boyfriend when he finally finds him, stares down at the cuts on his knees and frowns. "What happened?"

Darby's bleeding hand lashes out to the side as he heaves in a trembling breath. "I fucking fell." He says and Jack has to repress the urges to roll his eyes as well as kiss Darby on the back of his head. "I hit a stone or a rock or something" He lays his head against Jack's side and sighs. "I look kinda a mess." He says, looking at his hands for a few seconds before he reaches down to rip holes in his tights.

"Yeah." Jack giggles, covering Darby's scuffed knees with his hand. "Kinda." He laughs again and presses a soft kiss to each of Darby's palms. "You wanna go home?" He asks, whispering against the pulsepoint in Darby's wrist.

"Nah." Darby whispers, reaching up to brush his stained fingers against the bottom of Jack's chin before crawling them upwards until his bitten nails are itching against the seam of Jack's lip. He watches how Jack wrestles with himself; the part of him that wants to reach out and take Darby's fingers in his mouth. "Cmon, you really wanna taste it." He whispers and Jack glances over to the gang of teenagers that stand just past his eyeline, leaning against a flickering lamp post.

"People are watching." Jack whispers, and when he opens his mouth to argue more, spit runs down his bottom lip collecting in Darby's cupped palm, it pools in the valleys and carved wrinkles of his hand and Darby can't help the way he chuckles. "What if we get caught?"

Darby raises his shoulders in a little half shrug, turning his head to follow the way Jack was looking. "Well, we are on a date." He says, the grin that paints itself on his face is cheeky. "I don't think they'd care." He runs his nail across the seam of Jack's lip and grins just a little when Jack gives into whatever primal urges are making his pupils spread out like endless pools against his coffee brown eyes. He's slow at first, flat tongue lapping at the tip of Darby's fingers before he swallows one down, humming as spit pools in Darby's hand.

"See that aint so hard is it." Darby tells him a few moments later, leaning over to wipe his hand on Jack's shirt. "You still cold"? He asks and the question is soft and caring between the two of them. He studies the way that Jack wiggles to get himself comfortable against the cold concrete before he nods. "Cmon, sit here." He taps his lap and Jack just nods again, crawling into his lap.

They're slow at first; Darby letting Jack warm his hands under his shirt, letting the mess of curls barely contained by a hair tie tickle his nose as Jack tucks his head under his chin. He smiles softly, eyes fluttering closed as Jack's lips press and brush against points of his jaw, just under his fluttering pulse in his neck. "What are you doing?" He asks a little while later, voice high and breathless as Jack sucks a mark barely hidden by the hem of Darby's black shirt.

"We are on a date dumbass." Jack's whispering back, nervous hands scratching against Darby's stomach like he's a cat polishing its claws. "Don't you wanna?"

Darby laughs, heavy and Jack smiles just a little as he studies his face between his fluttering eyelashes. "Of course I do, but here? You were worried people would see you earlier."

Jack shrugs, using the pull on his hands to tug Darby's shirt up so it sits, crumpled under his chin. "I dont care now. I used to live in the woods, what do you think I used to do to keep myself occupied." There's a coy wink before Jack has his mouth around Darby's nipple, licking and sucking until it raises between his teeth and that's enough for Darby to whip his shirt over his head and lean back, letting his head rest against the cold concrete. "I guess it'll warm you up." Darby jokes, voice only just bordering on sarcasm and when Jack pinches at the nerve in his neck, Darby groans, using his hand to smother the sound into a little whimper, one made only for Jack to hear. It makes his head spin and skin raise in goosebumps as Jack sticks his hand down his pants, wrapping a rough hand around his leaking cock.

He pulls him out from his shorts and Darby gasps a little; the chilly winter air hitting around his trembling cock hurts just a little but Jack doesn't seem to care as he sits on Darby's legs. He licks his bottom lip and lowers his head slowly. Smiling around Darby's cock as he wraps his fingers in his hair. Cheeks carve inwards and Darby gasps in a moan swallowing softly before he squirms away panting. "I'm meant to make you warmer!" He argues through heavy intakes of breath.

Jack just playfully rolls his eyes and lets Darby wrap his arms around him, slowly pulling his clothes up until Jack is hard in his hand. He slides into Darby almost like he's meant to be there and as Darby links their fingers together, warmth floods through Jack's chest.

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[storiesofsvu]

A Dangerous Game Ch 11

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol consumption, smut, kinda semi public/very public smut, daddy!emily, two idiots in denial but slowly realizing it, minor talk of past hurt/angst/relationships. some more foreshadowing and parallels from previous chapters (v interested to see if y'all pick up on them...) sergio being a little shipper/instigator. House pictured is yn's, i have a real estate link i'll add later thanks to the constant glitching from earlier. Also the triple stars *** mean it’s the next week. The * means time passage same day. I AM PUTTING A READMORE IN, IF IT DOESN'T WORK AGAIN THAT IS NOT ON ME IT IS ON THE HELLSITE AND I AM SO SORRY.

It was incredibly easy to fall into a routine with Emily in the following weeks.

You’d leave work on Fridays, sometimes at the same time, but never together, always making sure to say goodnight to everyone as if you weren’t about to spend the night together. The first week Emily had left Sergio extra food, and since your place was closer to the BAU, you spent it there. The following you ended up back at Emily’s and the habit was made to make the trip to D.C every Friday.

Emily would claim it was because Sergio destroyed a couch cushion and puked on the entry way rug in retaliation of being left out of take out night but you knew it was because she liked her own bed better. You had to admit, you weren’t complaining about it at all, her bed was comfier, bigger too and she had a larger selection of toys. The unspoken argument was that because it was further in miles from Quantico, it felt it, you felt less like you were breaking the no fraternizing rule, when you were there you were still wrapped in the safety of your Vegas bubble.

***

You were fresh out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel, hair pulled up to keep it out of the way when your phone buzzed on the basin counter.

‘I dunno about you but after that fucking hell I am absolutely not cooking tonight.’

‘Are you still at work!?’

‘Last minute budget meeting.’ She inserted an eye roll emoji, ‘I’m just getting in the car now.’

‘Well you just take your pretty ass home, uncork a bottle of wine and relax, I’ll worry about dinner. What’re you feeling?’

‘You were in field training all day; I’m not making you cook.’

‘Never said anything about cooking. I drive right past Carmine’s on the way to your place.’

‘Sounds perfect. See you in forty?’

‘Maybe a teeny bit longer, I’m literally still dripping from the shower.’

‘Won’t be the only time you’re dripping tonight.’

‘Emily!’

*

Dinner was eaten on the couch that night, a little bit of extra relaxation for everyone, more physically for you and mentally for Emily. Leaning forward she picked up her wine glass from the coffee table, replacing it with the mainly eaten container of carbonara before she settled back against the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table. You had your back resting against the arm of the couch, your legs extended across her lap, container of classic spaghetti and meatballs in your lap. You let out a small groan, shifting your legs and stretching out one of your calves before it cramped and Emily chuckled.

“Morgan put you through the ringer?”

“Honestly not as bad as I expected.” You laughed, letting out a happy hum as she began to gently massage the muscles.

“Probably helps you guys work out together.”

“Yeah. And my cardio is better than his, I can run circles around him.”

“I’ll make sure I don’t work you too hard tonight then.” She said with a grin and you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes.

“How kind of you.”

You were distracted momentarily when Sergio leapt up onto the couch beside you, crawling into what open space your lap had and you greeted him with a gentle scratch behind the ears. He leant into it with a soft meow and your hand shifted to under his chin while you cooed at him for a moment. Emily watched with a soft smile, her hands still gently rubbing at your skin, not only could she get used to this, she already had and it was after only three weeks. Your gaze had drifted from Sergio back up to the television, your fingers absentmindedly picking at the leftover meatball on your plate, handing off little bites of it to Sergio who eagerly scarfed them down.

“Hey.” Emily pinched at your leg and you let out a squeak, your eyes shooting over to her, “you keep doing that and he’s gonna like you more than me.”

“Sorry.” You felt your cheeks heat, closing the lid to the takeout container and Sergio batted at your hand with his paw, “mom said no.” You muttered, booping his nose as you shifted on the couch and you directed back toward Emily, “and that is literally impossible. Emily Prentiss is number one in everyone’s book.”

“Oh please.” She laughed, easily handing off her wine glass to you to be topped up while you stood from the couch.

“First in mine.” You said with a shrug, not really realizing what you’d said, padding through the apartment. Wine glasses found home on the breakfast bar while you tossed the leftovers into the fridge, pausing to check something on your phone and Emily felt a warmth spreading through her, watching the way you tugged your lip into your mouth before pocketing your phone again. “You want the gelato now or should I leave it in the freezer?” You asked, breaking her from her trance.

“Oh, now for sure.”

“Kay.” You shot her a grin, refilling the wine, grabbing a couple of spoons and the gelato containers from the freezer before you made your way back over to the couch. “Glad you said that ‘cause I do believe I deserve a treat after today. Remind me to make Derek pick up the tab next time he insists on drinks.”

“You guys go out a lot?” She asked, scooping into her dessert.

“Every couple of weeks.” You shrugged, moaning over your food for a moment, “god this is good. But yeah, Savannah’s a gem, Derek seems to always forget that if I come out for drinks it’s two against one, but it’s all in fun.”

“You don’t feel like a third wheel?” She asked and you bit back a loud laugh.

“No.” The laugh remained on your cheeks and Emily couldn’t help but smile, “hell, a couple of weeks ago Derek was bragging about being hit on at the bar so we bet that either of us could get more phone numbers from girls than him.”

“And?” She raised a brow with a smirk.

“Derek got three, Savannah got eight girls, three dudes, and I ended up with six girls, the bartender and our server… and Savannah’s, but I don’t think that counts.” You let out a little laugh, “oh.. I don’t think I can stay too late tomorrow; we’re going for manicures.”

“That’s fine.” Emily smiled in response, softly squeezing at your leg, “I’ve got more than enough errands to catch up on.”

“You know if you’ve got shit to do we don’t actually have to do this every week.”

“Nah.” She smiled and you could tell there was a tease coming by the look on her face, “I like not having to pay for dinner once every two weeks.”

“Well at least you’re getting some kind of benefit out of this.” You shot back and she laughed, spoon digging back into her gelato.

Your gazes redirected back to the television, old sitcom reruns playing to keep you occupied through the silences. You were halfway through your dessert when the commercial break started, the first a movie trailer, the second for a fast food joint, the third a very over the top jewelry ad complete with obnoxious fake public proposals and crying.

“Gross.” You muttered over a bit of gelato and Emily chuckled softly, though she was mainly in agreeance with you, it was just a little too much for her style.

“Says the one who’s been engaged.” She teased, nearly wanting to take it back the moment your body tensed at her words. She watched the way you froze in your movements, spoon still in your mouth as your brow furrowed before you slipped it out, digging into your food for a second, lost in thought.

“When did I tell you that?”

“Couple of weeks ago.” She shrugged, squeezing at your leg softly, a wordless way of telling you that you didn’t need to talk about it if you didn’t want to. “Well, you mentioned something about nearly marrying a lawyer, I’m just taking liberties.”

“Well you’re right.” You admitted quietly, suddenly very distracted with picking out the cherries in your gelato. It wasn’t that you were avoiding talking to Emily about it, you didn’t mind, it was just that you could feel your chest tightening already with the thoughts of your past.

“Anyone else know?” She asked softly, her fingers tracing patterns on your bare legs.

“Nope.” You finally looked up at her, “wasn’t exactly my star shining moment… can’t say I’m proud of it.”

“What’d’you mean?”

“It was… one of those relationships that when you get out of, everyone around you is all ‘oh my god, it’s about time, she was so terrible to you, I’ve been waiting for you to break up for years, I’m not surprised’ kinda thing.”

“Meanwhile the entire time you’re together they’re telling you how cute you are?”

“Yeah.” You sighed, “Skylar was… something else. I mean she already had the unfair advantage of me in a new city where I didn’t know a lot of people and certainly no family. She proposed in the middle of one of her family dinners, I couldn’t exactly say no in the moment and it sparked a huge fight when we got home.”

“Did you want to marry her?”

“I loved her.” You replied with a huff, “I thought she was the love of my life. A couple of weeks later was when she got the job offer in LA, I coincidentally sat in on a couple of lectures about profiling while we were working a DV case and it kinda all clicked, started to realize just how manipulative she had been the entire relationship. How terrible she’d been treating me. I was blind to all of it, made me realize that if I couldn’t see the real motivations of someone I saw everyday, someone I thought I knew inside and out, then how was I supposed to be able to see through psychopathic serial killers?” You risked a glance up at Emily, the tightness in your chest relaxing when you found her attention on you, a soft encouraging look in her eyes, “It was part of why I decided to specialize in profiling when I moved to Florida after breaking up with her.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Thanks. But there’s no need for you to be, you’re not the one who fucked me up when it comes to understanding love.” You let out an ironic laugh, finally digging back into your gelato.

“You ever talk to her? I know how feelings can get stuck deep down inside you no matter how much you want to ignore them.”

“God no.” You scoffed, “the only thing I feel when talking or thinking about her is the urge to shoot things.”

“You wanna go to the range?” She offered and your head tilted in her direction.

“Isn’t a little late?”

“Oh c’mon, I’m a unit chief! I’ve gotta have some kind of pull.”

“Really?” You looked over to her with a wicked grin that made her smile for real.

“Yeah.”

“Well then fuck yes.”

“Okay but just one question.”

“Shoot?”

“You pawned the ring right? Didn’t give her the chance of getting it back?” She asked, raising a brow and the look on your face had her instantly wondering what happened as you bit back a laugh.

“I fed that piece of shit to a gator my first day in Florida.”

Emily howled out a laugh, swatting at your leg, the two of you both laughing so hard tears had started to blur into your eyes at the sheer thought. There truly was no better way to win a break up than the path you’d ended up on. By the time you were done at the range you were both feeling much more relaxed, any frustration or build up of emotion lifted from your shoulders as you returned to Emily’s apartment.

But just in case, Emily did still drag you into the bedroom to remind you just how special you were, worshipping every inch of your body, her lips and fingers not leaving any of your skin unexplored until you were completely exhausted, curling into her arms into a deep sleep.

***

Paperwork days were usually loved around the BAU, a little bit of a break, time to spend with friends and family rather than chasing serial killers around the country. This one would be, but it was involving a lot of wrap up from a tricky case out in Salt Lake and everyone was already tired from the week out of office. You’d been paired with JJ that week and the two of you had taken down the unsub together, but alone, so your reports were needing just that much more detail for the deputy director to be satisfied. Then JJ got the call that Henry had a school emergency and she had to take off for that, she apologised profusely and said she’d try to finish at home but you assured her to just email what she had to you and you’d finish up.

You’d done as said, reports sitting in your printer while you got distracted looking through case files. Part of you was always waiting for Dewald’s signature to pop up somewhere other than Florida, you knew he was still out there and were sure he wouldn’t be able to resist this long. The office had started to empty out, you, Derek and Spencer left in the bullpen while Emily worked away in her office, though her voice suddenly broke through the room, causing the three of you to nearly jump.

“Wilson are you done with those reports? I need them asap.”

Your head shot up in the direction of her office, worried that she was mad but you could tell by the look on her face that she, just like the rest of you, wanted to get out of there for the weekend.

“Yeah, sorry!” You scooped up the papers from the printer, quickly jogging up the stairs to her office it was nearly out of instinct you swung the door shut behind you, ready for a lecture for your superior. “Sorry, I should’ve filed them earlier, I just got sidetracked.”

“It’s fine.” She let out a small laugh, turning back to you, “I just wanted to make sure they were done. I’m only an asshole when someone above me is an asshole, promise.”

“Okay.” You laughed, sliding the papers onto her desk, watching the way she paused, her eyes dragging up your body and you nearly gulped, feeling yourself flutter around nothing. “Anything else?”

“You never wear skirts…” you glanced down at your outfit, she was right, you were normally ready for field days but had been running out of work clothes today, throwing on a pencil skirt suit and heels.  “And to be honest it’s kind of driving me insane.”

“Oh?” You raised a brow, a small grin taking over your cheeks as she stepped toward you.

“Yeah.” She murmured, her fingers cascading up your neck before pinching at your chin, “thinking about pushing it up, sitting you on my desk so I can get a taste before bending you over it, stretching you out over my cock.”

“Well it is Friday…” You murmured back, your lips nearly brushing against hers as you spoke “office desk? Kitchen island? Same difference to me, I have an imagination.”

“Good girl.” She praised, her lips ever so briefly meeting yours before you could both hear the sound of high heels outside her office door and stepped apart before Penelope knocked and darted through the door once Emily gave her the go ahead.

Once you were home that night Emily wasn’t about to forget your words, propping you up on the island while she ate you until your legs were absolutely shaking, pussy clenching around her fingers and you were practically crying for her cock. She wasn’t about to let you down, flipping you over and bending you over the counter, cock plunging into you as you moaned, fingers scrambling against her skin as you could never get enough. No matter how she fucked you, you were almost always left aching for more, her touch burning into your skin as you fell asleep curled in her limbs.

***

You let out a quiet groan, your eyes scrunching as you shifted in the bed, you didn’t want to wake up yet, especially as you felt Emily’s body next to you. Her breath was warm on the skin of your throat, her face nuzzled gently into your body as the two of you slept. You could feel her body raising and lowering as she breathed, still completely asleep and something inside of you softened, knowing she was that comfortable and safe with you by her side. You dared to crack open an eye, hoping you’d be able to keep a hold of the sleep afterwards and your lips broke out into a grin.

She was absolutely stunning, the sun peaking through her curtains, bouncing colours off her hair splayed against the pillows. She looked absolutely peaceful, like she was as relaxed as she possibly could be and that made your heart swell in an entirely different way. You couldn’t help but reach out, your fingers ever so lightly tracing over her skin, trailing around her lips, up her jaw before they ran down the bridge of her nose. No matter how much you didn’t want to move you shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose and you nearly winced as you watched it scrunch up, her lips twitching up into a grin.

“You’re staring.” She mumbled, her arm wrapping tighter around you.

“Lies.” You murmured, your lips ghosting over hers and she chuckled softly, stealing a kiss without opening her eyes.

“I think you’re the one lying.” She yawned softly and it was your turn to let out a sleepy laugh.

“Maybe if you weren’t so cute when you’re sleeping I wouldn’t have to stare.”

“You ever wonder how I feel?” She murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips and you felt you chest swell, a giggle bursting from your lips before you nuzzled back into her and the two of you were back off into dreamland.

***

When Emily slipped the g-spot vibe into you after your morning session you thought it was to keep her cum buried inside your still dripping pussy, remind you who you belonged to while you went about your day.

You were proven very wrong when you got to the farmer’s market.

Up at a candle stand the tiniest gasp escaped your lips as the toy began a dull buzz inside you. A moment later and Emily’s hand was on your hip, her lips teasing your neck, her words hot on your skin,

“Think of it as a training exercise, gotta keep your poker face sharp. This should do the trick.”

“Yeah, right.” You muttered back, with how close to you she was you could feel the bulge in her pants, you knew exactly what her intentions were.

“Be a good girl for daddy.” She whispered into your ear, nipping at your earlobe before she pinched your hip and stepped away, pretending to look at something else in the stall.

It was a torturous hour and a half at the farmer’s market, every time you Emily picked up her phone you felt your skin prickle in anticipation. The vibrator would pick up speed, change to a more intense pattern before slipping back down. It only took the first three times before she noticed she had a tell, a smirk taking over her lips and she set it to a pre set edging pattern so it would change without her having to touch her phone. Though that didn’t stop her from picking up her phone to pretend she was about change things up, smirk practically plastered on her lips the entire afternoon.

By the time you got back to Emily’s apartment you were certain you were about to explode. The door swung shut, the bag in her hand dropped onto the kitchen island and she was on you. Her lips met yours in a fiery kiss, one that she was in complete control of as her hands made quick work of your clothes, pulling your panties down your legs as she did so.

“Daddy please….” You whined, collapsing against the wall behind you and she could see your thighs trembling.

“Oh princess…” her hand caressed at your cheek, “I never said you weren’t allowed to come. Poor thing. You must be incredibly pent up.” She stepped toward you, slotting her thigh between your legs and you let out a shriek as it nudged the toy deeper into you, the denim of her jeans brushing against your throbbing clit. “Go ahead, make a mess of daddy’s pants.”

Her hands clutched at your hips softly, rocking your body and you cried out as pleasure shot through you, your entire body trembling, gasps leaving your lips as your juices dribbled around the toy. Emily couldn’t help but smirk as you rode out your orgasm on her thigh, the damp spot on her jeans getting darker and bigger with each twitch of your body.

“Fuck.” You swore, a hand clenching at Emily’s shoulder like a life line and she chuckled darkly. Nudging you up off her thigh just enough to pull the toy out you let out a whimper as the rest of your juices drenched her leg.

In an instant she had you spun around, your forearms bracing against the wall. Her hands sunk down your body, pulling down the cups of your bra as she went, your nipples hardening in the cool air of the apartment. You knew she wasn’t done, especially with the tell tale sound of her belt clinking as she undid her pants.

“Just want one more from you angel.” She said, “want you to come around daddy’s cock, okay?”

“Yes!” You practically shrieked, her fingers toying with you already before she coated the dildo in the mess of your juices and her leftover cum from that morning and slid it into you with ease. “Oh fuck…”

It was almost embarrassing how quickly your pussy was fluttering around her cock, the tip of it nudging against you with each thrust of her hips. The sounds coming from your cunt were ones of absolute sin, sopping wet, each time Emily pulled her cock back it was covered in more of your cum, completely drenched.

“Oh god daddy!” The cry left your lips louder than you expected and Emily urged you on with a particularly rough thrust, her hand coming to spank at the curve of your ass.

“That’s it princess. Let everyone know just how good daddy fucks you.”

“S’close!” You whimpered, your eyes scrunched shut as your fingers clawed at the wall, wishing for some sense of balance while your legs began to shake. Fire prickled under your skin, pleasure building deep in your gut, a moan leaving your lips with each thrust of Emily’s cock. “oh god… god! Please!”

Emily’s free hand found your chest, pinching at your nipple, rolling it between her finger and thumb and you practically screamed, your pussy clenching down around her. Your body shook as you hit your peak, your legs began to give out and Emily’s arm wound around your waist, keeping you upright and pulling you to her. She kissed up your neck gently, stilling her thrusts while you whimpered, shivering every couple of seconds until you could finally open your eyes again.

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered and she laughed softly, kissing your shoulder as she pulled out, watching the mess drip down your thighs.

“How about we get you in the bath angel? I’ll start on dinner.” She suggested, nudging you in the direction of the bedroom once she was sure your legs weren’t complete jello any longer.

You were particularly blissed out post bath, wrapped in cozy hoodie and stolen pair of Emily’s sweatpants sat at the kitchen island. Sergio quickly took place on your lap, purring loudly as he curled up to wait for treats while you ate dinner. Emily had taken a few of the super fresh ingredients from the farmer’s market to make pasta pomodoro with chicken and goat cheese and to be honest it was one of the best dinners you’d had in a while. You’d offered to help with the clean up considering she’d cooked but she waved you off, insisting on you continuing to relax and refilled your wine instead.

You couldn’t help but watch her as she flit through the kitchen, placing leftovers in the fridge, a pan into the sink to soak before loading up the dishwasher. It was all very menial, almost boring daily tasks but there was something about being around while someone was doing them that made a warmth bloom through you in a completely different way than earlier. Sure, it had been another six weeks of your no strings situation, being in each other’s company on the weekends was a very regular occurrence and nothing new. And honestly? You wouldn’t change it for the world, being able to watch Emily in the comfort of her own home, underneath the shell of the FBI agent was something you adored.

“What?” Her voice broke through your thoughts, a small laugh evident on her lips and you laughed yourself.

“Nothing.”

“You that blissed out?” She teased, coming around the island to wrap an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Kinda.” You admitted with a little giggle, “guess I’m just used to days that are either all sex, or all casual. You took me on one hell of a rollercoaster today.”

“Sure did.” Smirking, she leant down, kissing you softly. “You let me know whenever you want to do it again.”

“Think I’m pretty wiped right now honestly.”

“Not tonight.” She laughed, kissing you quickly again before she swiped both your wine glasses off the island, nodding toward the couch, “but you’re welcome to stay over tonight too. I think I might just owe you some cuddles after how well you did today.”

***

Your house was split into three floors, the entry level being home to a small office, storage room and half bath, safe to say the least lived on floor. You were currently on the second level, home to the kitchen, dining space and living room, the tv on in the background for noise as you finally had the chance to curl up on the couch with a book. It was the middle of the week, the team had gotten back from San Antonio midday Saturday so you’d taken some time tonight to toss some laundry in and tidy up around the house. You heard a noise from downstairs, glancing toward the window, wondering if it was your neighbour getting home when you suddenly heard it again, this time you were certain it was knocking. Tossing back the blanket you scooped up your phone, it was nearing ten thirty and you had no notifications but there was definitely someone at your door. You meandered down the stairs, flicking on a few lights here and there before checking the peephole to find Emily on the stoop.

“Hey…” You greeted, pulling open the door.

“Hey.” She smiled meekly at you and your head tilted in confusion, “oh god… this is so much more awkward than I expected…”

“Well if you’re gonna be awkward can you be awkward inside? It’s freezing.”

“Sorry.” She nearly winced, quickly stepping over the threshold, toeing out of her shoes.

“C’mon.” You’d already flicked the lock behind her, nodding towards the stairs before you jogged back up them. “Wine?” You asked as you approached the kitchen island, turning back to her.

“You got anything stronger?” She asked with a sigh.

“You okay?” You asked, pulling down the bourbon from the top shelf, pouring some into a tumbler for her.

“It’s, ugh, God! This is so stupid.” She groaned, grabbing the glass to take a hefty swig before starting off on a mini rant, “I just, it’s been a hard week and I feel even dumber because it’s only Wednesday and it’s not even like the last case was a rough one. I’m just… tired… ya know?” She glanced in your direction and you nodded, “I don’t know where I am but it’s stuck somewhere between wanting to shoot someone and wanting to curl up into a ball feeling sorry for myself. Apparently I’m crap company too because Sergio wanted nothing to do with me, every time I tried to pick him he’d run off so if I’m bringing the mood down you’re free to kick me out. Oh, and you left a shirt at my place that he’s stolen so I don’t know if you’re ever getting that back”—

“Okay,” you interrupted with a giggle, hands grasping gently at her forearms, “now you’re rambling.”

“Sorry.” She mumbled, ducking her gaze, “I guess I just wanted some company, even if I’m garbage at it.”

“You’re not.” You assured her, your fingers curling under her chin so gain her gaze before you leant in, kissing her softly, “trust me.” You squeezed at her hand, “and you don’t need to feel stupid. Just because you’re this big bad ass FBI Unit Chief doesn’t mean you always have to be in control and know what you’re doing. We’re only human, you’re allowed to feel vulnerable.”

“Even if I hate it?” She asked, her nose scrunching in distaste and you laughed.

“Yeah. You’re even allowed to cry, but I’m honestly not sure if you have tear ducts.” She scoffed, but you saw the smile flash across her face and you knew it had worked. “Everyone needs a little bit of comforting sometimes, doesn’t matter how tough you are.”

“I think…. That’s what I want.”

“Then c’mon.” You squeezed at her hand again, guiding her over to the couch where she collapsed down beside you, letting you wrap an arm around her as you tossed the blanket over your laps, your fingers gently coming to comb through her hair.  

An episode or two later and you could feel her body while still stiff wasn’t as tense, her fingers were tickling at your skin and you found yourself climbing into her lap, lips meeting hers tenderly, tongues slowly exploring each other’s mouths. You broke the kiss, eyes dark as you looked down at her, tilting her chin up to you,

“Let me take care of you daddy…” you whispered, slowly sinking to your knees between her legs, “would you like that?”

You were practically pouting back up at her and Emily felt like she could explode at just the sight of it alone. Her hand reached out, caressing at your cheek gently and you leant into it before turning your head to press a kiss into her palm.

“Yeah angel.” She nodded.

“Just relax for me. You’ll feel better, promise.”

A moment later and she was kicking her pants off her legs and your face was buried between them, bringing her to the full point of relaxation that she hadn’t even realized she’d been needing.

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one frustrated KTB receiving head from GN!Reader, please!! > < ‼️

Here ya go fam, hope you enjoy~ ;))

cw. smut, oral sex, blow job (male receving), gn! reader

You could taste the desire lingering in the back of your throat the moment the fat head of his drooling cock slid between your parted lips and lay heavy on your tongue. A pleasant tingle raced down your spine, warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach as you wrapped your pretty lips around him and sucked.

A deep groan rumbled in Bakura’s chest; his lidded gaze focused on the sight of his cock bobbing in your mouth. Every little salacious moan that bubbled up your throat made his ears itch, your tongue teasing as the tip flickered over the sensitive slit to lap at the beads of his arousal. His fingers twitched as a loud huff blew past his lips, hips canting forward as the impatience gnawed at his skin. Though he usually quite enjoyed the lashing of your tongue, he needed to blow off steam and his patience with you today was balancing on the razor thin edge of a knife.

A surprised noise stirred in your chest as one of Bakura’s hands shot out to cradle the back of your head, fingers weaving into your hair as he grabbed the back of your skull. Every single hair on the nape of your nape stood up in anticipation as he hissed your name through clenched teeth, squirming on the ground below his throne as you restlessly shifted your weight on your knees.

"Take more" Bakura demanded.

As soon as the words left his lips, he was forcing you to take more of his boiling cock into your mouth. You almost gagged around him as your jaw was stretched wider, rivulets of drool dripping down your chin and staining your heated skin. Your nostrils flared as you tried to breathe deeply, the muscles in your jaw relaxing when the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You dug your fingers into his strong thighs, nails biting at his sun kissed skin and raking over his flesh as he rutted his hips forward, rubbing his swollen length along your tongue.

Your lashes fluttered over your burning cheeks as you were forced to stay still and take his erratic thrusts, desperate little noises and mewls trying to crawl out of your throat as you were used for his pleasure. You stared up at him with eyes as dazed as your mind, your head feeling giddy like he had been left to bake out in the hot, desert sun for an entire day. Your pulse drummed loudly in your ears, heart fluttering wildly in your chest as your wet sex pulsed with arousal, thighs clamping shut to alleviate the dull ache build up in your core. Bakura tutted under his breath at the display, a smirk crawling over his lips at the sight. He nudged his foot between your knees, forcing your legs apart once more as you whined around the cock stuffing your throat.

"None of that, Pet" he said, eyes dancing with mirth. "Wait your turn."

You hummed softly, the tantalising vibrations dancing along his shaft and causing him to groan with pleasure. Wisps of your hair curled around his fingers as he pulled your hair, blunt nails scratching at your scalp and threatening to rip your hair at the roots. The pain rippling at the back of your head only added more fuel to the fire licking at the base of your spine, hot coil in your stomach twisting tighter. A constellation of unshed tears clung to your lashes as you stared up at Bakura with lidded eyes, his dark skin shimmering with beads of sweat that you eagerly wanted to chase with your tongue. He pulled your hair taut as his cock throbbed in your mouth, your throat constricting around the head at a particularly harsh snap of his hips. He fought to keep his eyes uncrossed and rolling into the back of his head from the delicious feeling, the pleasure inside of his gut clawing at his insides like a caged beast trying to escape.

A mocking smirk appeared on his face at the sight of your dishevelled form beneath him, fondness sparking in the depths of his eyes.

"You look so pretty down there for me" he crooned.

He tightened his hold on your hair, hips bucking as his encroaching orgasm finally ensnared him in its web. He swore something foul under his breath, the cant of his hips growing still as he spilled his hot, thick seed down the back of your throat. The bitter taste settled on your tongue as he swallowed, hot, wet orifice stroking him to completion as heat flooded his veins with indescribable rapture. His harsh grip on your head eased as his hand slid down the back of your neck, supporting your head as he pulled his softening cock from between your lips with a wet pop that made your ears burn.

A ragged gasp of air escaped your throat as you greedily sucked down gulps of air, the urge to cough scratching at your throat. Bakura stuck his thumb between your bruised lips, preventing you from closing your mouth as he leaned closer, face hovering only a hair’s breadth away from you.

"Open."

You obliged to his command without hesitation and opened your mouth, allowing him to inspect. He hummed in approval, a sick grin twisting his features. He swiped his fingers over the corner of your lips, wiping away the drool that had gathered.

"Good Pet" he praised.

He pat his thigh, inviting you into his lap with a coy smile. "Up."

[yumizcorner]

Video games~

Lee Felix x Reader

!!fem!reader | soft smut | vanilla | breeding!!

a/n: only short smut today,hope y‘all like it

Y/n and Felix were a young couple. The female was 19 and her boyfriend was 21. Just as always they hang out together at Felix‘s place. They also sometimes hang out at Y/n’s place but her friend Yunai had friends over that day so she came to Felix. They actually want to move together soon since they are a couple for 2 years now.

It was 6pm when y/n and her boyfriend sat on his bed and did their own stuff. Y/n was on her phone watching tik tok while Felix was playing online games. It didn’t bother any of them since they hang out a lot and not always needed to do smth. Pretty fast the girl got bored and decided to annoy her boyfriend. As her boyfriend had a little pause from the game she used her chance and crawled on top of him. She sat down on his lap while her arms were hugging his torso. Felix smiled and kissed her head while focusing on the game again. Y/n sighed and started to kiss her boyfriends cheek. „Baby im playing the game pls don’t disturb me.“ she sighed even more and laid her head on his shoulder,thinking what she could do. She then started to move her hips wich were placed above her boyfriends dick. At first it didnt bother Felix that she was moving but as she pressed herself harder against his dick he hissed shortly. „y/n please just let me play the game.“ the girl stoped her movement in defeat. But only for a short time since she was wet already. She started to move again but this time also softly moaning into his ear. Besides the sweet noises she made she also moaned his name from time to time. Felix tried to not make her notice that he was already horny too since his ego was too big to let her win yet. Once she started to softly bite and suck his neck he finally gave up,quitting the game and throwing his controller to the side. He laid his hands onto y/n‘s hips squishing them a little. Y/n lifted her head from his nape and smiled at him. „I won~“ she said looking down to her boyfriend. „Shut up and finish what you started.“ he said jokingly annoyed and rolled his eyes. Y/n didnt need to hear his words twice and started to move again. Felix grabbed her chin and laid his lips onto hers. They slowly but hungrily moved their lips on each other’s while y/n was still moving her hips. Sooner or later the loving kiss ended up being a wild making out session. When y/n started to feel how hard Felix became she started to moan into her boyfriends mouth. Felix grabbed her hips harder and pressed her down even more making her gasp and move faster. Felix started to play with y/n‘s breasts while he also started to move his hips up against his girlfriend. „Baby~“ y/n moaned as she rolled her eyes to the back of her head. „I need more~“ she whispered. „Then you‘ll get it,pretty girl.“ Felix said and smiled. He turned both of them around making y/n laying under him.

Y/n looked at him with that innocent gaze that Felix loved. It made him feel even more aroused that he already felt. He started to kiss y/n‘s neck as she tried to remove his shirt. Once his shirt was gone she traced his abs with her fingers. Felix then started to kiss y/n again. Their lips moved on each other in the perfect rhythm. Soft and gentle yet still hungry for more. Felix started to remove y/n‘s clothes and then his own. The elder boy got on top of her again and kissed her once more. He slowly inserted himself while both of them were kissing. Even tho it wasn’t their first time together, it still took y/n some time to get used to her boyfriends size. No matter how needy Felix was,he always gave y/n the time to feel comfortable since he didn’t want to hurt her. Once y/n was ready,she nodded to give him the sign to start. Not even a second later he started to move. He thrusted into her faster and faster every second,making y/n moan. He started to thrust harder,focusing on hitting her sweet spot. Y/n‘s nails scratched Felix‘s back as he kept on doing her. Y/n moaned loudly as she saw stars while she laid under Felix. „Lixie~“ was all she was able to get out of her mouth as her mind was only able to focus on the feeling of Felix thrusting into her. „Let go baby~“ Felix whispered in a low voice into her ear. She did as he said and stopped holding in. She clenched hardly around felix which made him hunt his own high even more. As Y/n was trying to calm down felix came into her leaving a mess inside of her. They both laid next to each other and smiled. „I love you y/n“ Felix said and looked at her. „I love you too felix.“ y/n said and caressed her boyfriends cheek.

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for @remadoramicrofics October 2nd prompt, "cat"

995 words. Read it below or on AO3 😻

Earlier in the week, she was complaining about her flatmate— she's so annoying, up at the arsecrack of dawn every morning making noise, always wants a bite of my dinner; like, no! Get a job and buy your own! Merlin's tits, the cheek on her— so the first time he assents to going back to hers for one last drink, he glances around her narrow flat with its shoe-pile, its wallpaper of black-and-white gig flyers, and asks if anyone else is home. Tonks is curled up next to him on her hibiscus-printed couch, a refugee from the seventies just like him, and it would be unseemly to be found like this, might even pop the bubble of flattery and delusion that floated him all the way here. 

Oh yeah, she says. Vivienne's in the bathroom. She ticks her wand in the air, the bathroom door clicks ajar and around it winds a calico cat, tail aloft. You're behind on the rent, Tonks says icily. By about... thirty-two months.

The cat stops, dainty paw in the air, and gives her a look of big-eyed surprise, like, no, your maths are off, and Tonks hops up, scoops the cat into her arms, buries her face in her fur.

Rubbish flatmate. A loud squeaking kiss. As soon as Tonks sets her down, the cat leaps onto the sofa and settles herself on Remus's lap. He gives her a stroke from ears to tail; she nuzzles her head against his shirt buttons.

Weird, says Tonks. She's a total dick about strangers.

Oh?

Yeah. She squints at him. You must be special or something.

Remus scratches Vivienne under her chin. Her eyes close, slowly. Well, Vivienne, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Tonks drapes herself back into the warm spot she's left next to him on the couch. She's not touching him, but she is almost touching him. If he could only relax, he might sink back into the cushions with her, try out an arm slung over the back of the couch. Try out a touch of the wisps of hair that have come untucked from behind her ears. But he can't. He's stiff with anxiety. Because what if he's wrong about what any of this means: the way she straightens his collar, the way she tells him I've missed you this week.

You've had a cat before, she says. No question.

Vivienne has rolled to let him pet her tufted belly. The quickness to trust has thrown him off-balance. Both the cat and the girl.

When I was very small, he tells her.

Tonks just looks at him over the rim of her glass. She has this way of staring like she's silently daring him to do something. That's projection, surely. She's a sweet girl. She can't have half an idea what she does to him. And he's misrepresented himself, in his practiced-automatic way, as a normal person. Someone worthy of trust. It's dangerous, he wants to tell her, to be so open with someone like him.

Rupert was his name— Remus blurts this out instead— he was missing most of one of his ears. I remember I had this idea that he'd gotten in a fight with a Chimaera—perhaps my father joked about it. Rupert wasn't actually the fighting type, I think. We had mice in the kitchen all the time. I remember Dad—we were hinkypunk-spotting on the River Usk, crawling around in the mud and the reeds—telling me: 'pretend you're Rupert chasing a mouse.' Meaning, stay back, don't get too close and frighten them off.

Tonks throws her head back and snorts.

Vivienne's the same. I swear I've seen her lose a fight to a dead moth.

Yes, Remus says, rubbing the cat behind her ears. She seems quite gentle.

Did Rupert... do a runner? Or...?

Remus frowns.

I don't actually know. By the time I was five or six he wasn't there anymore.

There's a slight tremor in his breath—it's the first he's ever really thought about it. He thinks he might know why. But those things go in the tight cupboard at the bottom of his mind, and he does his best not to rummage back there.

I don't remember much from that time, he admits with a mouth of cotton.

Tonks reaches out, slowly, the way you'd reach to touch a wild animal, and brushes her fingers against his cheek.

Molly and Arthur have come to see Teddy, and Dora has graciously given them the side of the sofa that doesn't have a long white streak of baby sick crusted into it. Remus is up and making tea, rinsing carpet-hairs off the dummy at the kitchen sink. Cheers, love, Dora says, sweet and tired, when he lifts the baby's head from her shoulder to swap out the burp cloth for a dry one. She presses her cheek to his forearm and asks for another cup of tea.

From the kitchen he hears the groan of the bathroom door, and then, a moment later, Molly's oh goodness, who is this? He smiles to himself, tweezing three sugars into Dora's cup. Viv's been a bit jealous since Teddy was born, always making figures-of-eight around Remus's ankles while he's walking Teddy through his colicky nights.

When he turns around, Viv is draped over Arthur's lap with her head nuzzling the crook of his elbow.

Oh yeah, Dora is laughing, she's a total slut. She'll let anyone have a feel. She'll probably try to go home with you.

Remus stops in the doorway and the spoon rattles in the teacup. Dora turns to look, and on her face there's half a smile: not as much like she's been caught as much as she's daring him to say something about it.

She winks. Teddy's little legs kick inside his sleep sack.

Remus sets the cup of tea beside her and strokes the baby's fuzz of sea-green hair.

It's true, he says, grinning.

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image 2: inagaki tomoo, cat

[void-botanist]

Rose's Kiss Week Day 6: Home Alone

OCs: Sierra Callawel and Ian Carlisle (Spinder's oldest sister and her husband)

Words: 1189

Content warnings: none

Notes: Ian's canid form is a common raccoon dog. It is also well-known that shifting to that form makes you itchy.

When Sierra looked up from her computer, she could see the full moon hanging too-large over the faraway trees outside her window.  She’d lost track of time.  Ian would be transformed, now, and she hadn’t seen him at all.  She locked her computer and stood up.  The kids were out, so making a circuit of the house wouldn’t draw them out of their rooms and interrupt the nice night she wanted to spend alone with her husband.

“Ian?” she called as she started up the stairs.  “Where are you?”

She heard a mournful squeaky-toy noise from somewhere down the hall and smiled to herself as she went to find the source of it.  When she flipped on the light in her bedroom, she got a louder and angrier squeak from the bed, where a golden brown and black fluff of a dog was burying his little face under his front paws.

“Sorry,” she said, going to turn on her bedside lamp before turning off the overhead light.  He didn’t raise his head until she sat down on the side of the bed, and then he tried to crawl in her lap immediately.

Laughing, she held him back gently and got fully onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard before she let him snuffle his way into her space.  He seemed content to put his paws across her legs and rest his head on them, but she scooped him up all the way, holding him close against her.  His response was to put his paws on her arm and set his head there instead.  He was probably just tired after transforming, but he always looked so cute and sad in his dog form, and it made her want to hug him tighter.  So she did, pressing her cheek to the top of his fuzzy little head and then kissing him there.  He let out a longer squeak, stretching his neck out further, and as she petted his head she followed his gaze to the brush he’d set out for her.  Oh, of course.  Grabbing it was a bit of a stretch, and she almost dumped him out of her arms accidentally, but once it was in her hand she settled him in her lap and began running it through his fur in long strokes, head to rump.  Instantly he was a dog-shaped puddle in her lap, his only reaction little snuffles of pleasure.  

When she paused to pull out the mat of hair that had collected in the brush, he rolled over onto his back, cradled in her crossed legs.  She scratched behind his ears while she drew the brush along the contours of his ribcage and haunches and arms.  He didn’t even tense as she carefully brought it over his neck and chin.  As soon as she set the brush aside, though, he was getting back out of her lap, jumping down onto the floor with a cacophony of clicking nails and pausing in the doorway to look back at her.  She smiled and followed him back downstairs to the kitchen, where he waited by the table while she got their dinner out of the fridge: sliced chicken, lentils, and a touch of cranberry sauce.  For him, at least.  She could have as much as she wanted.  His was already in a bowl, so once she pried off the lid she set it in front of him on the floor.  He wagged his tail but didn’t move.  While she made her own plate from the main bowls of food, she saw him bend down and sniff his bowl, his eyes never leaving her.  

“You can start without me,” she said.  

He made a sound somewhere between a shriek and a growl and sat straight again. With a laugh she returned the food bowls to the fridge and brought her plate to the table.  

“Blessed be the fruits of the earth, and us among them,” she said, and he squeaked out the same cadence before shoving his face in his bowl.  She ate with half an eye on him inhaling his food, mostly because his enthusiasm was adorable.  

On the way back to bed she carried him up the stairs, letting him jump down on the bed before she got into her pajamas.  He didn’t stay on the bed, though, since she had to go to the bathroom to brush her teeth and he apparently had the energy now to not let her leave his sight.  He brushed against her ankles where she stood in front of the sink, hopped in the bathtub, and started rolling around on the textured treads on the bottom of it.  That was why he was accompanying her.  He’d told her before that there was something sublime about the feeling of the bathtub treads specifically that he really couldn’t explain.  He didn’t feel that way about them in human form.  She didn’t care as long as he didn’t leave his fur in the tub, though she was often the one who cleared it out to take a shower anyway.  But it was worth it to see him being so happy in there.  When she left the bathroom, he followed, and she scooped him back onto the bed.  He curled up right next to her while she read her book for a bit.  After she turned out the light, he yipped along with her presleep prayer, and she gave him a last pet on the head before relaxing into the dark.

At the crack of dawn the sudden weight on the bed woke her.  In the light that sifted around the edges of the curtains she could see Ian, now fully human, getting under the covers.  He turned his back to her—he might not even remember that his transformation always woke her up—but she came over to him anyway, putting a hand on his side as she kissed his shoulder.  When he shifted onto his back, she kissed his scratchy cheek, then gave him a peck on the lips before leaning back on her elbow to look at him.  There was always something a little canine about him to her, but it was stronger when he’d just come back—the way he blinked at her like a sleepy dog melded with the way he still smelled of fur.  And it was his smell, because he smelled the same if she met him in the middle of the hallway, or raiding the fridge downstairs.  After he took a shower it would fade, but for now she breathed it deeply.  She could never explain it to anyone but him, but these were the hours when he smelled most like himself, like her Ian.    

His hand slipped into the curls at the back of her head, guiding her into a deeper kiss.  She wrapped an arm around his warm chest as he smoothed his other hand over her shoulder.  He kissed her a second time, then ever so gently pushed her away.  

“Okay, I’m sleeping now,” he said with a tired smile.

She caressed his cheek, then laid back on her side of the bed.  “Goodnight.”

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[simpingandshitposting]

Blue Moon

Soft Dabi x f!Reader Fluff

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A/n: Today is my birthday 🙇🏽‍♀️ I woke up this morning after having this very sweet dream about my crispy chicken nugget💕 it honestly made my entire day better before it even started. I want to share with you guys bc it was really fluffy and just made my heart melt🥹 enjoy <3

P.s. my dream wasn't very detailed so it's mainly a base for this little fic

I might do some fluffy birthday fics for my other boys too<3

Word Count: 1.4k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa @juslili

It was late in the evening, just before midnight. You were cuddled up on your couch with a blanket, your cat purring in your lap as you scratched under his chin. The lights were dim, just a small lamp on the opposite side of the room and a candle with your favorite scent on the coffee table. It was nice and quiet, save for the low volume of conversation coming from your TV. It was almost perfect.

Suddenly you were startled by a mismatched pair of lips meeting your cheek from behind the couch. "Happy Birthday pretty girl." One of Dabi's arms reached around to hold your chin, turning your head to give you another kiss on the lips this time. You swatted his arm. "Dabs! You scared me!" You pouted. He smirked at your adorable expression. "You didn't think I was gonna let someone else be the first one to tell you happy birthday, did you?" He rounded the couch and just then your phone dinged with a text from Toga.

Toga🩸

ITS MIDNIGHT!🥳 HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!

He took a seat next to you on the couch and both of you glanced at the lit up screen. "See? A minute later and blondy woulda beat me to it." You rolled your eyes, picking up your phone to text Toga a quick thank you. "You could have just called, or sent a text like Toga did." He faked a hurt expression. "What? You mean you don't like when I sneak thru your window in the middle of the night for a visit?" You tried your best to pretend to be annoyed but he saw the smile that threatened to peak thru. "Besides..." He reached over the back cushion of the couch to where he was just standing moments ago. "...if I'd just called you then I wouldn't have been able to bring you this."

He pulled out a tiny chocolate cake, about the size of both his fists put together. And knowing him, it probably wasn't paid for. He handed it to you and hopped off the couch, headed for your kitchen. "You can't have a birthday without cake, it's illegal." He called as he left the room. You heard your silverware drawer open and close and you giggled. "As if the law has ever stopped you." You teased. "Oh shush, just eat your damn cake you little brat." He teased back, handing you a fork and taking his seat next to you once more.

Your cat crawled off of your lap and headed straight for Dabi's. He always paid more attention to your boyfriend when he'd visit, cuddling up to him for his warmth. Dabi swears he's not an animal person, and that he doesn't like your cat, but he never complains when he curls up in his lap and gives him a few ear scratches anyway.

You popped off the clear plastic lid of the stolen Walmart cake, the smell of rich chocolate filling your nose. You leaned into dabi's shoulder, and set the cake in-between you. You both take a fork full and shove it in your mouth. "Did you make any plans for today?" You shook your head no, shoving more cake in your mouth. "Mind if I stay then? Spend the day with you?" You smiled. "You don't need to ask, I always enjoy your company." He softly smiled. He always forgets that you don't find him to be a burden like most other people do. "just a habit I guess."

The two of you eat and talk for a bit. He rants to you about how much toga and shiggy get on his nerves, and hints at the fact that sometimes he misses twice, tho he'll never fully admit it out loud.

"Oh!" You jumped in excitement. "I bought a new record the other day, do you wanna hear it?" Dabi was more of a metal head himself, but he found it cute how much you liked to listen to old music. He'd indulge you often and let you show him your favorite songs, some he'd heard so many times while in the car with you he'd probably know them by heart. "Sure doll, show me whatcha got." You slipped out of his arms and stood from the couch. A few feet to the left of your sofa there was an old victrola. It was in surprisingly good condition for its age.

You crouched in front of the dark wooden music player, filing thru your collection of records until you found the right one. As you were pulling it out of the small cabinet, you felt Dabi's presence behind you. When you stood, he rubbed his hand along your arm and rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you place the black vinyl under the needle. The static began and a few seconds later the music poured out of its old speakers.

🎶Blue moon🎶

🎶You saw me standing alone🎶

🎶Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own🎶

This song sounded familiar to Dabi, he wasn't sure where he'd heard it though. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and hummed along to the rhythm.

🎶And then there suddenly appeared before me🎶

🎶The only one my arms could ever hold🎶

🎶I heard somebody whisper "please adore me"🎶

🎶When I looked to the moon, it turned to gold🎶

And then it clicked, his mother used to hum this song around the house when he was little. Sometimes she'd sing the words, but not very often. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist, slowly swaying you to the music a bit

🎶Blue moon, now I'm no longer alone🎶

🎶Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own🎶

You turned in his grasp, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face there as well. You and Dabi continued to sway. His hands found place on your lower back, they fit so perfectly, like you were made just for him. He hugged you close, heating up his quirk a bit to make you feel warm. He hummed the lyrics right next to your ear, the low rumble in his throat sending goosebumps down the back of your neck.

🎶And then there suddenly appeared before me🎶

🎶The only one my arms could ever hold🎶

🎶When I looked to the moon, it turned to gold🎶

You nuzzled your head into his neck comfortably, playing with the hair at his nape. He sang the next part to you. So quiet it was almost a whisper, deep gravel in his vocal cords. "Blue moon, now I'm no longer alone. Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own." To anyone else, his voice was nothing special. Some may have even disliked it. But to you, right now in this moment, slow dancing with him in your living room at 1:00 in the morning on your birthday, there wasn't a sound more beautiful then the words he sang to you.

You lifted your head and kissed the scarred skin on his jaw. "Thank you" you said sweetly. "For what doll?" You laid your head back on his shoulder and swayed some more. "Just for being here. You make life a whole lot more worth living." You didn't see the pink that tinted his cheeks, or the soft look in his eyes when he tucked your hair behind your ear, watching how you found comfort nuzzled in his chest. He scoffed, his next words not matching the expression on his face. "Yeah yeah, just don't tell Shigs that I went all soft on ya. I'd never hear the end of it." You smiled and the two of you swayed in a comfortable silence.

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Eventually the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms on your couch around 3am. He stayed, just like he said he would. Attempting to make you breakfast in the morning even tho he wasn't that great of a cook, eventually letting you take over when he almost caught the whole stove on fire. He let you play with the soft spikes of his inky black hair while the two of you laid in bed, him between your legs, resting his head on your stomach.

The day was perfect. Not because you did anything fancy, or got expensive gifts. But because you spent it with the person you loved the most.

[hotluncheddie]

gator puppy day is so cute !!! omg <3

his collar on a little looser than usual so he can comfortably swallow big bites of food!!! and he’s either eating hands-free from one of those huge dog bowls made for like. great danes or being handfed by his love all day so he can just be free and floaty and unapologetically puppyish.

his love wiping at his cheeks and ruffling his hair, ‘such a messy pup, gator!’, asking him to sit and lie down and roll over before scratching and rubbing at his bloated belly.

eventually he’s been fed so many treats (for being such a good boy, obviously) that he’s struggling to crawl around from the combination of the sloshing food, the weight of his belly hanging below him, and the way his legs push against the underside of his tummy when he’s moving.

so his love half-carries him to bed - not quite able to pick up their 5’11 chubby puppy - where they can praise him for being so good - 🐶

exactly exactly exactly - sO CUTE!!!!

oh him rolling on his back giving his love big pleading eyes, whining for a belly rub. doing it more and more throughout he day as he gets more and more bloated.

gator pulling pillows from their bed onto he floor, making a little bed for himself to curl up on and have a nap. because he's so full its made him sleepy. his love petting his hair and calling him the 'cutest, sweetest puppy.'

gator lapping up heavy cream from a bowl, having it drip down his chin and onto his arms, his love wiping it up and scolding him a little. gator just yips and licks their cheek - so so far gone, no brain left, just puppy. 💝

he'd be so so so full at the end of the night omg - just constant treats and bowls of food all day long. their love trying to carry him but more just letting gator lean on them, with an arm under his belly, taking the weight off. they have to rub his stomach till he falls asleep, taking his collar off once he's down so it doesn't rub his chubby neck in the night <3

gator wakes up still bloated and still kinda spacy, pouts and when he love offers him breakfast in bed gator just smiles big and wiggles his hips on the bed

[rosenallies]

“Let’s put some ice on that.” For any ship/au you want?

this is in the same universe or au I guess as this , it’s obviously not a fully thought out au but hey <3

“Let’s put some ice on that.”

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Marcia closed her eyes, letting her fingers fly over the keys, filling the room with a sweet sonata. She found herself lost in the music, like she so often was, it felt as though nothing could pull her from it. Nothing except maybe her girlfriend coming home, slamming the door behind her, yelling excitedly for Marcia to come out of the music room. She jumped at the sound, her fingers slamming down on the wrong keys as she startled.

She huffed, running a hand through her hair.

“This better be something good, Netra,” she called from down the hall.

Just as she turned into the living room, her girlfriend came into view, a stupid grin on her face. Marcia was just about to ask the occasion when she tripped over something small and fluffy, sending her flying, her ankle twisting.

“Marcia!” Anetra called, rushing to her side.

“What the fuck did I trip over?!”

She scanned the room, the tripping hazard in question staring back at her with big green eyes, it’s little head cocked to the side.

“Where in the world did you get a kitten?!”

Anetra crawled over and picked the little thing up, letting it nuzzle under her chin. “I found him outside the shop this morning. I gave him food and water and she stayed by my station all day. I couldn’t just leave him in the cold! Look how sweet he is!”

She thrust the kitten into Marcia’s arms. He was cute, with wispy grey fur and ears that seemed way too big for his head. “Hi kitty,” she said, tentatively scratching his head. “I always grew up with dogs, you know.”

“We can’t have a dog in this apartment, but a little kitty is perfect!”

Marcia sighed and shook her head affectionately. “You’re gonna steal my girlfriend from me, aren’t you?”

It let out a little mewl in response and wiggled from her arms, settling by Anetra’s side. She picked him up and held him in front of her face, giving him butterfly kisses while cooing. “Tell mommy Marcia that I have enough love in my heart for both of you. Yes, I do, yes, I do!”

“Have you named him yet?”

“Well, I called him Harley all day because I was working on a Harley when I heard him meowing but what was that you were playing when I got home? He really seemed to like the music and tried to follow it to your music room.”

Marcia’s eyes lit up. “I was playing Mozart!”

“Aww little Mozart,” Anetra said, scratching his belly, “you’re gonna be a beautiful musician, just like mommy, huh? Should we go make her play for us? I think we should, yes, we should!”

Marcia felt her heart warm, Anetra looking at her with pleading eyes. “Help me up then,” she chuckled.

“Yay! C’mere.”

Anetra helped her to her feet, brows furrowing together when she winced the second weight was put on her ankle. “Oh, baby. Let’s put some ice on it and get you to the couch.”

Getting Marcia settled on the couch, Anetra placed Mozart on her lap while she ran around gathering things she needed to play nurse until Marcia’s ankle healed.

“Here,” she cooed, wrapping a bag of ice in a washcloth and putting it over Marcia’s ankle and kissing her temple. “Guess we’ll have to wait to hear you play more,” she said forlornly.

Marcia rolled her eyes affectionately. “Go get my portable keyboard and I’ll play right here.”

Anetra clapped her hands together. “You’re the best,” she said, scampering off.

Sighing, Marcia scratched Mozart’s ears, a gentle smile on her lips. “What am I going to do with her, huh?”