#to the meeting and so when I walked in they were wrapping

[davinawritings]

A Knotty Discovery

Pairing: Male Werewolf X Fem Chubby Human Reader

Warnings: Smut, Penetration, Knotting, Sex toys, Ruined Orgasm, Creampie

Summary: You come home to find that your extremely attractive Werewolf roommate has found your collection of knotted dildos.

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When you walked into your apartment, you were surprised not to see your roommate sitting on the couch in the living room. It was Sunday night, which was your traditional movie night together. Both of you worked but always ensured you were home by five on Sundays. Since you both had Mondays off, you made Sunday your weekly pizza and movie night, staying up late and enjoying each other’s presence.

Decker and you have lived together for over a year now, and honestly, you love it. The only problem was your small, well maybe not so small, crush on him. You couldn’t help it, though; he is just so amazing. He is the exact opposite of you. You are human, and he is a werewolf. While you are short and chubby, he is massively tall and made of muscle. You are soft and gentle, while he is hard and strong.

You cherish movie nights where he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. You love leaning against his large body and nuzzling into his soft fur. He always manages to brighten your day and make you laugh. He takes care of you and makes you feel love. Unfortunately, he has never expressed any romantic interest in you, so you try to be content with having him as a friend.

It’s already past five, and Decker is usually getting everything set up for movie night by now. You set the pizza you brought home on the counter, thinking he must be running late. You head for your bedroom and decide to take the extra time to put on your cute pajamas.

You certainly had not been expecting to walk in and see Decker kneeling on the floor in front of your closet, your box of vibrators and dildos open in front of him. There are several knotted dildos on the floor beside him, and the largest one is gripped in his clawed hand. Your face heats up immediately, and you accidentally let out a small gasp at the sight.

The noise catches his attention, and his eyes immediately meet your own. You quickly look to the floor in embarrassment at his intense gaze. “Oh, no, pretty girl. Eyes on me. How long have you been hiding this? Hmm?”. You can’t seem to push any words out of your mouth, and you hear him moving because of your lack of response. You stand entirely frozen as he stops before you, using one hand to guide your eyes up to his.

“All these months, you have never shown any interest in monsters. The only male you went on a few dates with, being that loser human, and now I find all this. My adorable little human likes monster cock, well, werewolf cock specifically”, he says with a smirk. You try to pull away, your mortification at an all-time high at his words, but he doesn’t let you budge.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you realize how much I have been holding myself back, thinking you had no interest in a werewolf like me. From the moment I met you, I wanted you sitting on my knot. I wanted to hold your plush body in my claws and never let you go, but I thought you wanted a human male. I had to keep myself from ripping your clothes off every fucking day”. You let out a needy whimper at his words, and a smirk appeared on his face once again.

“Baby, when you wear those little pajama shorts, and I can see your thick thighs, all I can think about is holding them in my hands as I thrust my cock inside you over and over. And last Sunday, when you wore that cute little nighty for our movie night, I swear I was hard all night. All I wanted to do was bend you over the side of the couch and knot you all night long. Your body looks so fucking breedable, baby, and I just want to fill you every moment of every day” he finishes his last statement with a low growl, and it goes straight to your panties.

You wet your lips and reply, “I.. I have always wanted you, Decker. I just didn’t think you were interested in me, so I never said anything”. He shakes his head and says, “Baby, how could I not want you? Everything about you makes me want to claim you, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing, but first, you are going to show me exactly what you do with those toys over there.

You feel a twinge of embarrassment at the thought, but it is quickly overpowered by arousal and lust at the thought of him watching you. He gives you a quick pat as you make your way over to the toys and reach for your medium-sized dildo.

“The big one, sweetheart. I must ensure you are nice and stretched out when I take you. I’m a lot bigger than your little toys over there”, he tells you, his voice a low purr. You almost moan at his words, the excitement of being so filled making you crave him even more.

You slowly take off your clothing, wanting to tease him a bit. As your panties hit the floor, you see Decker take a big inhale and moan. You blush under his gaze, and he gives you his signature wolfish grin.

You place the large dildo on the floor, the suction cup base holding it in place. You kneel over it, lining its tip up with your wet entrance. You look at him as you slowly let your weight push you down on the thick dildo. His eyes don’t leave your slick cunt as he moves one of his hands to squeeze his cock over his pants. You felt your mouth salivating at the sight.

You reach halfway down when you rise up again, leaving just the tip inside you before dropping back down. You continue this until the knot presses against your entrance on each downward stroke. You moan as you watch his eyes bounce all around your body. The dildo feels so good, but his eyes on you feel even better. You release soft whimpers and moans, and you work your body up and down.

“That’s it, baby. Keep riding. Fuck I love the sight of your greedy cunt swallowing that dildo. You look so fucking beautiful, baby. There you go. Go a little faster, baby. I wanna see those perfect tits bounce faster, little one. Fuck princess, I can’t wait to fill you with my cock. I wanna see you take that knot, baby. I wanna see your greedy little pussy stretch around it”, he growls out, lust lacing his voice.

You spread your legs wider and drop your pussy down lower. You move one of your fingers down to your swollen clit and rub tight circles on it. Pleasure slams through your body, and the knot fully pops inside your tight cunt. “Fu-Fuck Decker. I’m cumming. Fuck I’m cumming”, you cry out.

Just as your cunt clenches down at the beginning of probably the best orgasm of your life, Decker wraps his claws around your arms and pulls you up and off the dildo, the suction cup keeping it secured to the floor. You cry out at the ruined orgasm, your cunt trying to clench around nothing, and your clit pulsing in need of stimulation. Tears spring to your eyes as your thighs clench together, trying to get any stimulation at all. Decker is quick to reach one hand down and separate your legs, stopping any stimulation and ruining your orgasm completely.

You look at him in confusion and a hint of betrayal as tears stream down your face. He licks up the tears from your cheeks before saying, “Sorry, sweetheart, but I’ve decided that the first time we fuck, the only knot you are going to cum on is mine.” With that, he pushes you back to lie on the bed as he starts stripping his clothes.

You stare at every glorious inch of his body that gets exposed. Your need for him increases with each second. As his cock is revealed, you audibly gasp. He wasn’t lying when he said he was bigger than your toys. His cock is so giant that even fully hard, it hangs down towards the floor, too heavy to stand upright. The knot at the base is larger than your fist, and your nipples harden even more at the thought of him forcing it inside you.

“Tell me you want it, princess. I need you to tell me now because once I start, I won’t be able to stop. I’ve thought about this for far too long to be able to hold back once I finally have you,” he says, giving you one last chance to back out.

You spread your legs wide, making sure your dripping pussy is entirely on display, and reply, “Please, Decker. Please, I want this, I need this, I need you. Please fill me. Make me yours”. He is on you before you even finish. He pushes your legs up and over his shoulders, his cock resting over your pussy and your lower belly. He thrusts his cock back and forth but holds back from entering you, just working on covering himself in your slick juices.

“Mmmm, I love how soft your body is, baby. So fucking perfect in every way. Drives me fucking mad”, he growls out. Each brush of his cock rubs your pulsing clit, and all you want is for him to push inside you. You are just about to start begging when he finally lines himself up with your needy hole and pushes in. He only goes about halfway, but you are already crying out at the feeling.

He moans your name and keeps thrusting, moving deeper and deeper with each stroke. He watches your body open up for him, mumbling the word perfect under his breath. On his next thrust, his knot hits your entrance, and he seems to lose all control. He grabs onto your love handles and starts fucking you like an animal.

You cry out in ecstasy at feeling so full, his cock slamming into your g-spot brutally on every thrust. Your hands grip his forearms, needing to hold on and ground yourself as he fucks you like he owns you. “Fuck Decker… you feel so good. Don-don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please”.

He moans at your begging, leaning forward to cover your body with his own. Your knees are pushed up towards your shoulders, and his body keeps you in place, unable to move. You cum with a cry of his name, squirting on his cock from the pleasure.

He doesn’t give you any time to recover as he continues using your puffy pussy. You whimper at the overstimulation that sets in, but you don’t want him to stop. You need to feel him knot you. You need to feel him fill you with his cum.

“Your pussy is fucking heaven, baby. I’m never fucking letting you go. Do you hear me? You’re MINE.” he says as his thrusts speed up. His hips slammed against you and pushed you down into the mattress. You only manage to whimper and moan in response, tears streaming down your chubby cheeks in pleasure.

He pulls back almost entirely before slamming his hips down, pressing his knot against your entrance and keeping it there as he tries to push it in. Your entrance puts up a good fight, and he growls, angry at the denial of entry. You start to question whether or not he will be able to fit his knot inside when he shifts his weight so almost all of it is in his hips, pushing his knot harder against your dripping cunt.

Gravity seems to be on his side as his knot is forced into your tight cunt as he drops down against you completely. You scream out his name at the insane stretch, never having been this filled, his tip kissing your womb. Your arms wrap around his back as your nails dig into his fur. He starts his thrusts again, but this time shallow as his knot stays stuck inside of you. Each stroke causes your body to jiggle beneath him, your nipples rubbing against his hairy chest, sending shocks of pleasure to your aching clit.

He pulls his hips back, and his cock pulls your bottom half off the bed by your swollen cunt, before he drops back down. He groans with the motion and continues repeating it. You cry out each time, your pussy overfilled and overwhelmed with the sensation of him.

He slams you down once more, and your legs begin to shake with pleasure. You scream out his name as your cunt once again clamps down on his massive cock, milking him with everything you have. You feel his cock twitching as he lets out a loud growl followed by swears. His cock begins filling you to the brim with his seed. Your already too-full pussy is being filled even more. Your lower stomach bloats and hardens as he cums and cums and cums, his knot not allowing even a single drop of his seed to drip from your cunt.

You cling to him as you both come down, trying to regulate the air in your lungs. He keeps you pressed to him as he rolls onto his back, draping you over his warm chest. You stay like this for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s embrace. As your mind starts returning, you sit up slightly to look at him.

“Why were you going through my closet?” you ask him. He gives you a soft smile and answers, “I was setting up for movie night and wanted to get that fuzzy throw blanket you keep on the couch in the winter. It’s a little cold today, so I thought you might enjoy it. I remember you saying you were putting it in the closet, so I went looking for it.”.

You smile at his thoughtfulness and place a loving peck on his snout. “The throw blanket is in the hallway closet for future reference.” He stares at you for a moment before laughing. His chest rises and falls, causing you to shake up and down. His laughter is quickly interrupted by a moan as your pussy shifts on his cock from the movement.

“Well, we probably have another 30 minutes to rest while my knot goes down, and then we can start movie night. Although I think this time I’ll have you seated on my lap with my cock and knot nice and warm in your perfect little cunt”.

You smile approvingly, moving your head back to snuggle into his warm chest. You never thought you would be thankful that your roommate found your knotted dildos.

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Let me know what you think! I hope you enjoyed ❤️❤️❤️

[okwonyo]

FANTASY, 或 𓈒𓈒 favorite place to kiss you.

⟡​⎯⎯⎯𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾, 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𓈒𓈒

𝒾 ⠀⦂ ⠀ 엔하이픈 ୨୧ f ╱ r! 6OO fluff ── non idol au skinship kissing ⠀ ｡｡ ⠀ ( 𝑜𝑜𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑟𝑒𝑠 )

지아 ⠀⦂ ⠀i hope everyone is having a great day >< i just finished eating lunch ! 💌

rblgs♥︎fdbcks & C𝑙𝑖CK

HEESEUNG ｡ㅤ｡ㅤ forehead ❞

would love to play with your height difference, no matter how shorter you are compared to him. 

would love to put his chin on top of your head, pressing his body so warm against yours. then, he would wrap his arms around you, in a loving hug. 

often, his hands would come to meet your face, cupping your cheeks in a loving manner, “you are so pretty,” he would mutter. 

you would close your eyes as his soft lips approach your forehead, there, always. he would love to kiss you on that specific spot.

JAY ｡ㅤ｡ㅤ cheeks ❞

would have a sort of very amusing obsession with your cheeks. 

“i want to eat your cheeks,” he would mumble while listening to you talk. which would make you pause to look at him with full confusion.

would then proceed to look at you with so much love and, sort of, appetite for an alarming amount of minutes. 

the smile on your face wouldn’t be able to be restrained as he would approach and kiss you once on the cheek. and twice, and thrice. over and over as his embrace around you gets tighter.

JAKE ｡ㅤ｡ㅤ neck ❞

would love to discreetly come behind you and hug your waist. his hands would slowly travel around your stomach and torso while he pulls you against himself. 

his nose would nuzzle in the crook of your chest, would tell you about how good you smell in a shaky whisper— like he has been craving that the whole day. 

his mouth would be hot against your neck. the kisses he would trail from the crook of your next to your shoulder would tickle you and he would smile when your hand lands on his head. 

would not let you go until he melts into you. 

SUNGHOON ｡ㅤ｡ㅤ palm ❞

would love to hold your hand, all the time. 

when you walk anywhere together, even when you are just laying together and especially when you are talking.

when it would be his time to participate in the conversation, would bring your palm to his mouth and mumble against your skin.

would never fail to leave kisses where his mouth is when you start talking again.

SUNOO ｡ㅤ｡ㅤ shoulder ❞

would have a habit of always resting his cheek, chin or nose on your shoulder.

his favorite times would be when you would be wearing sleeve shirts. those who expose your shoulders and collarbone.

would trail soft kisses on your shoulder, while slowly moving to your neck and the back of your ear.

his laugh would vibrate against the surface of your skin when you would tell him it tickles.

JUNGWON ｡ㅤ｡ㅤ mouth ❞

would not hide his obsession with your soft lips, even in slightest.

his eyes would always dart from your eyes to your mouth, and stay right there, if he turns his attention to you.

slowly, smoothly and softly, would approach his face to yours— with visible lust in his eyes.

when your nose brushes and his breath would be warm against your mouth, “i couldn't stop myself” he would whisper.

RIKI ｡ㅤ｡ㅤ nose ❞

would find your nose absolutely cute and beautifully.

his fingers would often boop it so he would be able to see it scrunch. 

would pinch your nose when he feels like you are like. would even attempt to put his finger in your nostrils just to annoy you.

would love to brush the tip of your nose with his, as if you were a little cat. before pecking it very gently.

ㅤㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤ𓈒 taglist open

[eddiesxangel]

I Do Believe In Fairies | E.M

Cw: Halloween party, reader is dressed as Tinkerbell, alcohol, anxiety, blood, fluff, meet-cute, 1.7k words.

An: this is a repost, not a lot of people saw it the first time so hopefully you enjoy 🧚

Your anxiety flourished as you walked into the dimly lit room at the back of the restaurant. Your boss was hosting her annual Halloween party, and you came alone because your work friends were meeting you there. They had planned a group costume, but you didn’t have time to go shopping, so you settled on your usual Tinkerbell.

As you scanned the room for your friends, you noticed you hadn’t seen anyone out of costume. Even the bar staff were dressed as mad scientists so that settled your nerves. You always felt weird about appearing in places overdressed or worried you would bring more attention to yourself than needed. To say you did not like to stand out from the crowd was an understatement.

Surprisingly, the night has been going well. There have been no embarrassing qualms like your wings getting stuck on someone’s face or you tripping over your heels. Your boss was in a great mood, and your mood lifted once your friends arrived and a few drinks had been consumed.

A few hours into the party, you were chatting with your friends, and they quickly excused themselves to get more food. You turn around because you don’t know what to do while waiting, and an unfamiliar but handsome face approaches you.

"Hi, I’m Eddie." He smiles.

“Hi, I’m Tinkerbell,” you giggle

“The Tinkerbell? No way.” he raises his hand to his heart and pretends to stumble back. You noticed his fingers were adorned with tattoos and plenty of silver metal rings.

“What are you supposed to be? A waiter?” You giggled, flicking his black apron wrapped around his waist, which held a notepad and pen sticking out of the pocket.

He was dressed in a sleek black button-up shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up, paired with well-fitted black dress pants and matching shoes. Around his waist, he wore a neatly tied black apron. His hair was neatly pulled back into a low bun, and his most striking feature was his incredibly large brown eyes that seemed to draw you in.

“Uh-yea? So can I get you anything? Another champagne?” He smirked.

“Very committed to the role, I see,” you state as a matter of factly, twirling your empty glass.

"Another champagne coming right up." Eddie gives you a wink and walks away.

“Hey, I’ve never seen him before. He in marketing or something?” Your friend dressed as Daphne from Scooby Doo comes back and hands you a bread roll.

“I don’t know, but he’s so cute,” you whisper back.

A few minutes later, Eddie returns with your drink

“One champagne for Tink.” You quickly turn your shoulders and see Eddie, but your wings knock the glass out of his grip.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You quickly squat as much as your tiny green dress and heels will let you so you can pick up the bigger pieces of glass.

“Do you know where the staff are? I haven’t seen anyone all night. We need a mop and a broom,” you say frantically, holding broken glass in your hands.

“It’s okay, Tinkerbell. I’ll be right back; don’t move.” Eddie ran off to the back to grab the broom from the supply closet and a paper bag from the kitchen, and you continued to pick up the pieces of glass.

When he returned, you held your thumb, bouncing repeatedly like you had cut yourself.

“Fuck” you whispered under your breath. You cut your thumb.

“Here,” you look up to see Eddie holding out a bag to put the glass in and a broom in the other.

“How did you find this? Why didn’t you find someone that works here? Won’t you get in trouble?” you were rambling, and your thumb was in pain.

“Sweetheart, I work here.” He takes your hand to examine your thumb.

“What? But you-” he gently took your wrist and weaved you through the sea of monsters, witches and mummies until you got to a door that said Staff Only

“Am I allowed back here? I don’t want to get you in trouble?” you worried.

“Calm down, Tink. My middle name is Trouble. Let me help you,” he said calmly and collectedly. Being near him made you feel calm yet anxious at the same time.

“I’m sorry, but I thought you were in a costume...” You shake your head as he closes the door behind you.

The single washroom was very quiet, much more intimate than the loud, boisterous party room.

As you turned to face him, you noticed the lighting was much better in this spot. In contrast to the dimly lit party room, you could now clearly make out his features. His face was clean-shaven, with a hint of a 5 o'clock shadow starting to form. His jawline was defined, and his lips were full. You were so engrossed in admiring his features that you didn't even realize he had moved and was now standing beside you at the sink.

“Don’t sweat it, babe,” he smirked, turning on the faucet and guiding your hand under the water. You winced at the cold water hitting your open skin, and Eddie apologized. He grabbed a paper towel, and you wiped your wound as he unwrapped a bandaid.

“Thumb,” he asked, and you stuck it out like you were giving him a thumbs up. He wraps your thumb with concentration, his tongue peeking out as his eyes focus on your finger. He unexpectedly kisses it. “There. Good as new.”

“So how do I contact your boss to inform them about the excellent customer service?” You awkwardly giggle.

“Shit, I’m sorry, you’re uh, you’re just adorable, and I don’t know what came over me” he took a step back.

“I think you’re cute, too.” you look down bashfully

Eddie sighed with relief.

“Why don't you give me your number so I can ask you for a proper date?" He smirks.

You pass him your phone so he can enter his contact info.

A loud bang on the other side of the door startled you, and you jumped.

“Come in, Ed. We are drowning out here; get her number already, and let’s go,” his friend yells. Eddie hands you back your phone and swings open the door. Eddie's coworker is standing on the other side dressed as a pirate.

“Jesus Christ, man, we’re on the clock,” the one-eyed pirate whispers under his breath

“It wasn’t like that man; she cut her thumb, and I was-” You didn’t hear the rest because they both walked further away.

You chased after them out of the staff bathroom, not wanting to get into trouble and made your way back to the party

“Where did you sneak off to? Your friend, dressed as Shaggy, wiggled his brows at you.

“Oh, uh, cut my hand in the broken glass.” You lift your hand to show them your bandaid-clad thumb.

“Yeah, you cut your thumb,” he air quotes and laughs.

You playfully roll your eyes, and your phone chimes, so you glance at it.

Lost boy: Hey Tink, sorry I had to run off. Got kidnapped by the evil pirates. Hopefully, you’ll be able to save me with that magical fairy dust and find me after my shift. 😉

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

October 03 - Ice Play

pairing: dom!Wanda x sub!Reader

summary: Wanda surprises you with ice, working you up until you can't take it anymore. And then... she keeps going.

content warnings: fingering, cunnilingus, blindfold, restraints, overstimulation

word count: 1.5k+

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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

The sound of glass clinking jars you, your ears listening for Wanda’s footsteps as she walks towards the bed. You’re currently tied to the four posts, spread eagle style. The blindfold had been Wanda’s idea, and you could feel the anticipation mixing with a heavy dose of arousal. 

The bed dips, and you feel warmth from Wanda’s body radiating near your hips. The calming scent of warm vanilla reaches you, and you feel your head spin as you inhale deeply. 

“Wanda?” 

“Mhmm, I’m right here baby. Relax, okay?” Wanda’s voice is low, and you feel your body listening to her command. The sound of her voice sends shivers down your spine, and goosebumps trail up your arms as you hear the glass-clinking sound again. 

“I want to see how worked up you get from this,” Wanda murmurs, almost too quiet for you to hear. It's as if she’s speaking to herself, a soft reminder of what she’s planned for tonight. 

Squirming, you inch your body closer to Wanda, or, as far as your restraints will allow. She chuckles, scooting further onto the bed until her hip meets your waist, the warmth against you grounding you. 

You sigh, letting yourself relax slightly as you sense her moving slightly. Her hips aren’t budging, so you assume she’s doing something with her hands. Fuck, the anticipation is absolutely delicious. 

Without warning, you feel something cold near your neck. You gasp, hearing Wanda’s low chuckle as she drags something cold and hard up your throat, circling it around the sensitive spot just below your ear. 

Something drips down the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. It feels like water droplets, and you quickly put two and two together and call out to Wanda. 

“Are you… Wanda, is that ice?”

“Mhmm,” she says, dragging the cube down your neck again and over your collarbones. “Such a smart submissive I have.” 

You can feel your body heating up at the praise, the cold trail of water from your neck sending an ache straight to your core. Wanda’s hand moves lower, and you feel your nipples straining as they harden, the ice moving closer until they’re rock hard. 

“Oh, fuck,” you mutter, gasping slightly as Wanda circles your right nipple with the ice cube. You want to beg her to move quicker, to keep working your body up, but you know that would only make her slow down and really take her time with you. 

As if she was reading your mind, Wanda suddenly moved the ice cube without warning, placing it directly over your nipple as you let out an involuntary moan and arched your back. Your chest thrusts up against the sensation, both pain and pleasure coursing through your body from the coldness. 

All too quickly, Wanda removed the ice cube. You were about to protest, before you felt her hot, strong tongue against your nipple. The suddenness of the temperature change made your head spin, and you whimpered when her cold fingers moved to your left nipple to twist it as you breathed heavily. 

Twisting her tongue, Wanda applied a slight suction with her lips, and you nearly cried from the aching pleasure building inside you. 

“Oh, please. I- god I need you. Please, Wanda,” you begged, not really knowing what you were asking for. 

She didn’t seem to mind, and you felt her lips smile from where they were wrapped around your nipple, before she gently bit down. 

Yelping, you felt a wave of wetness leak from you. God, it was all becoming too much, too quickly. You felt desperate, your hands training against their restraints as you rutted your hips up in search of any friction. 

“Calm down, baby. I’ve only just started,” Wanda’s voice sounded out, and you felt her lips and fingers disappear. 

You were about to protest, when you heard glass clinking again. You prepared yourself, feeling your nipples aching slightly from both the stimulation of Wanda’s fingers and the pleasant burn from the ice cube. 

This time, Wanda didn’t drag the ice over your body, she placed it directly over your right nipple. You had barely enough time to process before her lips were on yours and her ice-cold tongue was pushing its way inside your mouth. 

You moaned, your tongue responding to hers and freezing slightly. Was that? 

Holy fuck, Wanda had an ice cube in her mouth as she was kissing you. She let it slide over her tongue and onto yours, the coldness of it startling you slightly. Moving her tongue against yours, she kissed you soundly until the ice cube had melted. 

Her fingers smeared the remainder of the ice and melted water over your right breast, your nipple feeling as though it was on fire as waves of pleasure coursed through you. 

“You’re doing so good for me, darling,” Wanda praised, kissing you one last time before her body warmth disappeared completely. 

Taking in a shaky breath, you strained your ears for any sign of her. The heat between your legs was becoming unbearable, and you could feel your own wetness as it gathered. 

Cold fingers trailed over your hips, an ice cube dragging along your skin, and you felt your heart rate spike as you realized what Wanda was about to do. 

“No, wait. Please, I can’t take it. Don’t use an ice cube down there, it'll make me cum, the sensation will be too much,” you pleaded, and Wanda’s fingers slowed their path, the ice cube melting in the dip between your hips and stomach. 

“What’s your color, sweetheart?” 

You threw your head back, preparing yourself. “Green.”

“Good. Now stop complaining and let me have fun.” Wanda’s accent crept into her syllables, and you whispered out a confirmation that you heard her. 

The ice cube continued its path, until it rested just above your clit.

“I want to hear you beg for it.”

You let out a moan. God, you loved it when she made you admit that you wanted something, even though you protested against it. 

“Fuck. Um… please. I want you to work me up with your ice cube and your talented fingers until the sensations make me cum. And then I want you to do whatever you want, as long as you keep that ice cube on my most sensitive parts as my brain turns into mush and you watch me fall apart beneath you,” you didn’t care how desperate it sounded, and you were rewarded with Wanda’s lips gently kissing your cheek. 

“Good, that’s much better.” 

The ice cube moved quickly, pressing directly over your protruding clit as you let out a high-pitched moan. Wanda’s fingers moved rapidly circling the ice cube over your clit as your orgasm built, your body protesting against the painful stimulation even as pleasure raced through your veins. 

It didn’t take long for you to cum, your arousal smearing over Wanda’s fingers as she fetched another ice cube and fingered it inside you. She didn’t stop, bringing you to another orgasm as she popped the last ice cube in your mouth and wrapped her tongue around your nipples. 

You could feel the water from the ice cube inside you melting around her fingers as she fucked you roughly, the burning coldness against your tongue contrasting perfectly with the heat thrumming through your body. 

It didn’t take long until another orgasm came over you, your body shaking from both the cold and the overstimulating pleasure. 

“One last ice cube baby, then we can be done,” Wanda whispered, before placing the ice cube on your stomach. It started to melt slightly, settling into the divot where your belly button was. 

“If the ice cube moves off your stomach, I’m going to refill another glass and keep this up,” Wanda said, her tone low.  

You nodded, focusing on staying very still as you felt Wanda’s cold tongue tracing through your folds and swirling around your clit. It was overwhelming in the best possible way, and you fought against your orgasm as she built you up. You knew that the ice cube would move if you came, since you couldn’t control your body while orgasming. 

Wanda didn’t care, her fingers slipping inside you and curling perfectly as your breaths shortened and your back started to arch. 

“Oh, please. Wait, don’t…”

You didn’t get to finish, your body convulsing with pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you. The ice cube, almost fully melted, slid down your side and rested beneath your body as you felt Wanda’s fingers and tongue coaxing the last tendrils of pleasure from you. 

“That’s a shame, love. I’ll be right back, take a few minutes to recover,” Wanda said, kissing your clit and causing your hips to jerk. 

You heard her low laughter as she walked towards the door, the sound of ice filling a cup making your clit throb in protest. 

The sound of footsteps made your pulse quicken, and you turned your head towards the door as you heard Wanda set the glass down on the nightstand. 

“Just remember, you asked for this,” Wanda murmured, kissing you gently. She pulled your blindfold off, her smile wide and pupils blown as she held up an ice cube between her fingers.  You don’t really remember the rest of that night, but the echoes of burning cold pleasure remained for days afterward. Maybe you should tie Wanda down next time and see if she liked it.

[bro-atz]

chasin' that dough

in which: mingi will have his cake and eat it too.

pair: mingi/afab!reader

word count: 2.5k

content: smut, pwp, nickname (darling), mingi big dick agenda (obvi), implied that reader's got a nice ass, nyotaimori except with cake not sushi, filthy? sure let's go w filthy, kinda messy, slight bulge kink?, oral, spanking, cum-eating, unprotected sex (PLS REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL!), completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: had two people in my inbox ask for this... y'all crazy LMAO (and i am here for it)

There were only two people in the private room: you, and Mingi. It wasn't a party or anything, but there was cake with vanilla frosting, streamers, balloons— all the ingredients for a party, but only two people.

"Why'd you plan this?" you asked Mingi as you leaned back into the leather of the couch and crossed your legs.

Mingi stared at your legs for a solid second before meeting your gaze and saying, "I wanted cake."

"And you had to bring me all the way here to do that?"

"Thought it would be more fun this way."

With that, Mingi stood up. He stripped the top half of his body down, and your mouth watered as you gazed upon his chest and abs. He held his hand out, and he helped you stand up. You wore a fairly nice dress and heels thinking that he invited you to an actual party, but clearly that didn't matter. He turned you around and unzipped your dress, the man realizing that you decided to go commando under your tight dress. Your back was still facing him even after the dress pooled at your feet, so you didn't watch him lick his lips. You did, however, feel him trail his fingers down your spine, making you arch your back. He then grabbed your ass with a firm grip and pulled you towards him, his hardening cock rubbing against you. You felt and heard his low, hot breath on your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Mingi pushed you forward slightly before spanking your ass and ordering, "On the couch. Now."

You got on the couch just like he wanted. You watched him sink his fingers into the cake and grab a huge chunk of it. He walked back to you and immediately smeared the cake all over your breasts and stomach. The sensation was definitely weird, but you couldn't tell if you were uncomfortable or not because you were incredibly turned on especially after Mingi gripped your breast with the same conviction as he did the cake.

"Do me a favor, darling," he drawled with his low voice. "Lick the icing off my fingers, will you?"

He slipped his pointer finger into your mouth first, and he watched you hungrily as you sucked and licked his finger. You repeated your actions with the rest of his fingers, and you even cleaned up his palm, making the man's smirk turn more devilish by the second.

Once you were done, Mingi wiped his entire hand off with a napkin— just to be safe because he didn't want to get any food inside you— before cleaning your body up. He immediately took your breast into his mouth and sucked hard, his tongue licking up all of the icing and cake. You let out a cry as his sucking intensified, and right as you brought your hands to his hair, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. He quickly cleaned up your chest before he moved to the next breast, and while he sucked, he also bit down on your nipple gently, but given how sensitive you were, it was slightly painful.

"Mingi!" you gasped. "Too much!"

"You want me to stop then?" Mingi asked as he lifted his face and licked his lips.

You whimpered and shook your head— it might've been painful, but it also felt so fucking good. Mingi smirked once again. He held the back of your head and pushed his tongue into your mouth before kissing you sloppily. You got a taste of the sweet icing from the cake, and that taste along with Mingi's kisses were addicting, and you found yourself only craving more when he stopped kissing you.

"Hands and knees," he said gruffly.

As you got on your hands and knees, Mingi removed his pants and stroked his cock. He got on the couch behind you, and rather than rub his cock between your asscheeks, he rubbed downwards instead, his cock rubbing against your clit repeatedly. You stifled a moan, making Mingi slap your ass with his large hand, rings and all, making you yelp. You dug your fingers into the leather when his hand remained on your ass and gripped it tightly.

"The room is soundproof, darling. I better fucking hear you."

Mingi slapped your ass again, and this time you did cry and moan out loud for him to hear. Satisfied with your reaction, Mingi rubbed the tip of his cock along your slick covered folds then immediately stuffed you full with his cock. Your body moved forward as his waist made contact with yours, and you moaned loudly when you felt him bottom out.

"God, you're always so fucking tight, aren't you, darling?" Mingi groaned when he felt your cunt clench around his cock.

He slapped your ass again, the feeling of his rings making quick contact with your skin stinging and nearly making you cry. You let out little moans and sighs as he started fucking you. He pulled out slowly then quickly rammed his cock back inside you, his hold on your ass getting tighter with every thrust.

Every so often, Mingi would smack your ass, and you would let out a little cry every single time. He was leaving red hand prints on your ass, and they just kept getting redder with every smack. Between that and him grabbing your ass and pulling you towards his cock with an insane amount of force, you were losing it. You were so high on the pleasure and the pain mixed together that you had no control over anything, including your arms, which made you collapse onto the couch and bring your ass higher into the air.

"Shit," you heard him hiss as his hold on your ass slipped. You could hear him panting heavily— he was close.

However, Mingi didn't want to cum just yet. While he did like the way his cum would drip out of you while you were on your hands and knees, there was something else he liked more. Quickly, he pulled out, flipped you so that you were on your back, and re-entered you with the same amount of force that he used when he was fucking you from behind— the same amount of force, and the same rhythm as well.

Mingi gripped your breasts, his rings dangerously close to pinching your nipples. You chewed on your lower lip, only for him to stick his thumb in your mouth, pulling it open.

"Out loud," he bit out.

You breathily whined and nodded before he rammed his cock deep inside you, making you choke on a cry. Your eyes were hazy as you tried to look at him, and tears filled them when he let go of your breasts and started fucking you properly.

At that point, you were just letting the man fuck you silly. You gripped the edge of the couch with one hand and the roots of your hair with the other as he obsessed over the way his cock would bulge out of you ever so slightly whenever he thrust his cock into you perfectly.

You moaned his name loudly between profanities when he could no longer take it— he needed to fuck you fast and hard before he came. He rammed his cock deep inside you and practically collapsed onto you as he pinned his hands on either side of your body. His chest pressed against yours, and you heard him groan as he shot his load inside you.

Luckily for you, Mingi wasn't done just yet. After completely cumming, he pulled out and sat up once again. His hands went under your thighs and gripped them strongly before pushing them up, your knees pressing against your breasts. He lapped up the leaking cum from your cunt before sticking his tongue through your folds, his nose brushing against your sore clit. You curled your toes and rolled your waist upwards as he spent more time between your legs.

Letting go of one of your legs, he stuck his middle finger into your cunt and fingered you slowly, his tongue then focusing on flicking your clit over and over again. Profanities left your mouth in hushed whispers. You ran your fingers through his hair and held on while continuing to roll your hips into his mouth.

You were so close again, but you weren't quite there. You kept rolling and shifting your hips, trying your damn best to get there while pushing your head back into the couch then bringing it back into place every so often so you could watch the man's head bob between your legs. When you let out a high pitched whine, Mingi finally looked up at you with his sharp eyes, sending faint tingles through your body.

"What's wrong, darling?" Mingi sat up and asked. "Use your words."

"I'm so close, Mingi," you sobbed. "Please do something!"

Moving up, Mingi sunk two of his fingers into your cunt. He didn't dare move them until he was locking lips with you, letting your sweet arousal and his cum hit your tongue. He grabbed your breast with his other hand and gripped it tightly while making out with you so roughly and fingering you so quickly that you couldn't breathe. He finally let you up for air when you squeezed your thighs together, your cunt fluttering around his fingers. When he pulled his fingers out, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you cried as you came.

"Was that what you needed, darling? Or do you need more?" Mingi teased when your body relaxed under him.

"...Would you be mad if I said I wanted more?" you asked in a small voice, your mind still foggy.

"Not at all," Mingi couldn't help but smile. "C'mere."

He sat on the couch and pulled you up, moving you so that you were straddling him. His hot cock grazed your back as it twitched impatiently, but Mingi was waiting for you to get your bearings once again.

"Were you thinking something like this?" he asked, his voice low.

"Mmhmm," you nodded and held his shoulders. "Well, actually..."

You gripped one shoulder and leaned back, getting some of the frosting from the disintegrated cake onto your fingers. You rubbed the frosting onto your neck and collarbone. Before you could lick your fingers yourself, Mingi grabbed your hand and took your fingers into his mouth. He looked up at you with playful eyes, his tongue circling your fingers.

"That's not fair," you said playfully. "I wanted to eat more of the frosting too, you know."

"Oh, I'm sorry, darling," Mingi gave you a half-assed apology. "I can still give you a taste if you'd like."

Without even bothering to wait for a reply, Mingi pressed his lips against yours, allowing you to lick his lips before tangling your tongue with his. You held his face and kissed him sloppily, blissfully unaware that Mingi's hands were moving from your waist down to your ass. You nearly bit his tongue when he gave your ass a tiny smack.

"Mingi, why?" you whined.

"Doesn't your cunt want to swallow more of my cock, darling?" Mingi asked cheekily. "Up."

You bit your lower lip, warmth flushing through your extremities. You knelt and held his cock, rubbing it along your folds. However, Mingi's patience wore thin, and when he felt the tip of his cock slip inside you, he slammed your hips down. You gasped loudly and gripped his shoulders tightly. Before you could drop your head into the nook of his neck, Mingi buried his face in yours, his tongue trailing across your skin and collecting the frosting you placed there earlier.

Mingi licked and kissed every square inch of your neck and chest, licking it clean of any residual frosting. As he did so, his hands moved to your ass again, and he forcibly started moving you on his cock lightly. Your grip on his shoulders tightened as you did your best to bounce on his lap, but your weak little bounces were definitely not enough to satisfy him.

"Is that all you got, darling?" Mingi murmured against your skin.

You let out a helpless sigh. You moved your hands from his shoulders to the back of his neck, prompting him to look up at you. He saw the blush cross your face and the way your half-lidded eyes fluttered whenever you sat down completely on his cock, and he couldn't help but smile. He smacked your ass lightly again, immediately making you buck your hips up, and you bounced your own ass on his lap.

"There we go," he chuckled.

Every time you lost momentum, Mingi would smack your ass, bringing your tempo up once again, and every time he smacked your ass, he would chuckle slightly evilly. He kept his face planted in your neck and left hickeys and bite marks wherever the frosting once was as if he was still trying to get whatever remnants of frosting was left on you.

"Mingi..." you couldn't help but sob as your limbs got weaker the more the pleasure built inside you. "I-I can't..."

"Alright, darling, I got you," Mingi finally conceded, no longer forcing you to bounce weakly.

Mingi slipped down so that his back was pressed against the seat of the couch, and you were still riding him. He grabbed your arms and pulled you down so that your chest was pressed right against his, and his hands once again held your ass. Your lips were right next to his ear, and his next to yours, so the two of you could hear every single little sigh, groan, or moan that slipped from either of your lips as Mingi held your ass tight and rammed his hips upwards with immense force repeatedly.

At some point, your repeated curses just turned into yelps and cries the more your ass and waist stung with his thrusts, and Mingi went from teasing you to simply breathing hard and fast, the two of you close to cumming again.

You came first— Mingi's cock rubbed against your G-spot and hit your cervix in one go, making you clench and cream around his cock, a long, crying moan leaving your lungs. You dug your nails into his shoulders and felt your entire lower body tremble uncontrollably as you came.

When you came, your cunt clenched tightly, squeezing Mingi's cock so tight that he couldn't hold back any longer. He groaned loudly into your ear and shoved his cock as deep as he could into your cunt, ropes of white shooting through you.

After the two of you finished, you both relaxed, your body melting into his, and his hands loosening their grip on your ass. He nuzzled his nose into your neck playfully and affectionately as his arms wrapped around you for a hug.

"I would say let's go for another round, but I didn't rent the room out for that long," he whispered with a chuckle. "Let's get this place cleaned up as much as possible then head home, okay?"

You nodded, and after giving you ample time to rest, Mingi helped you clean up and get back into your dress before re-dressing himself. The two of you got to work on taking down all of the decorations and cleaning up the couch and table where the cake sat.

Holding the remaining pieces of the cake, you turned and asked Mingi, "Do you still want more?"

"Of the cake? No. Of you? Always."

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Alessia Russo + “text me when you get home.”

A. Russo - Home Safe | WC: 571

You laughed softly at the cheesy joke Alessia made from across the table, shaking your head as you handed your card to the waiter to pay for dinner. The two of you finally had some off time to go on a first date, one you’ve been meaning to go on for a while now.

“I didn’t know I was getting dinner and a show when I asked you out,” you teased as you leaned back in your chair, smiling wide as you stared at the blonde.

Alessia laughed at your words, but before she could respond, she was interrupted by the waiter returning and wishing you two a good night. You quickly grabbed your card, returning it to your wallet before standing, offering Alessia a hand to pull her from her seat.

“Who knew you were so chivalrous,” the forward teased, kissing your cheek lightly as she stood. 

“I’ll have you know I can be quite chivalrous,” you huffed playfully as you led the two of you out of the restaurant and to your parked cars. 

Neither of you wanted to separate and end the date just yet. You moved to lean against the side of your car, pulling Alessia closer to your body and wrapping your arms around her waist. The blonde moved her arms to wrap around your neck, locking her hands together. 

“I’m glad we finally got to do this,” Alessia murmured with a soft smile on her lips. 

“Me too,” you whispered, tilting your head to the side slightly. Your eyes dropped to her lips before meeting her eyes once more. A silent question of “can I kiss you” conveyed through your stares, and your question was answered when Alessia leaned in slightly. 

You met her halfway, lips meeting in a sweet kiss. You pulled her closer to your body, holding her tighter against you. You both pulled back after a moment when air became a necessity, your foreheads resting against each other. 

“I wanted to do that for a long time,” the forward whispered against your lips, a soft giggle following them.

You smiled at her as you pulled back slightly, whispering a soft “me too.” Alessia took a step back, letting her hands fall from your shoulders to grab one of your hands. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow at training,” she hummed, squeezing your hand softly before letting them fall to your sides.

“Text me when you get home, please,” you insisted as you watched her walk to her car just opposite of where you were parked.

“Promise,” the blonde smiled as she got in her car with a small wave.

You watched her drive off with a small smile on your face, happy that your first date went well. You sighed softly as you got into your car before heading home, the smile on your face remaining the whole way home. 

As you get home and head inside, your phone chimes with a text message. Pulling your phone from your pocket, your smile grows, seeing Alessia’s name on your lockscreen. Opening the text, you were greeted with a simple text: 

Lessi: made it home safe 💘looking forward to another date soon ❤️

The mention of a second date had you feeling happy as you sent her a message agreeing. The smile you bore stayed the rest of the night, evidence of how much you enjoyed the blonde and the excitement of what was to come.

[inkedinshadows]

Ten More Minutes

Day 4: Cockwarming — Rhysand x f!reader

Warnings: oral (m receiving)

Word count: 1.337

You were ovulating, and normally your mate would be there to help you with your… needs. But it was at least one in the morning, and Rhys had still not come to bed.

With a frustrated groan, you got up and stalked toward his study. A warm light filtered from under the door, and you didn’t bother to knock as you pushed it open.

Rhysand was hunched over the desk, a tall stack of paper neatly set in one corner and a smaller one right in front of him. He looked up when you walked in, but his smile faded when he noticed your expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s late. Like, really late, Rhys.” You sat on his lap and his arms immediately wrapped around you. “I was waiting for you.”

He glanced at the clock then, and his sigh told you enough about how he’d lost sight of the time. His hand came up to caress your hair, his lips brushing the crown of your head. “I’m sorry, darling. But I really need to finish here before I can go to bed. You don’t need to wait up for me, though. You can go to sleep.”

Your heart sank at the words. “No, I can’t,” you whispered, an inevitable guilt rising within you for your silly reasons. Of course the High Lord had more important matters to tend to than a needy mate.

“I… I’m ovulating,” you finally added.

Rhys’s violet eyes widened. He gently grabbed your chin, turning your head to meet his gaze once more, and gave you a soft kiss.

“I’m sorry I forgot,” he murmured against your lips. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be done.”

It was your turn to look surprised. You glanced at the small pile of documents, but even going through that one required more than just ten minutes.

“Rhys, you—” you began, but you were quickly silenced by another kiss.

“Ten minutes,” he repeated. “Some papers are too urgent, but the rest can wait till morning.”

Your body heated up just at the promise of what would happen in ten minutes, and yet, as you kissed him one more time and stood up to go wait for him in bed, ten minutes felt like an eternity without him.

You turned back to him with a sheepish smile. “Can I stay here and just… keep your cock in my mouth while you work?”

You had never been so direct before, too aware of how that would come across, and when Rhys just gaped at you, you were sure he was going to turn you down. But then his lips quirked into a mischievous smirk, and warmth bloomed in your chest.

“You naughty little thing,” he purred, pushing his chair a few inches back. “Come here, my darling.”

You were already sauntering toward him before he even finished speaking. Sinking to your knees between his parted legs, you waited patiently for him to unbuckle his belt and push his pants down just enough to pull out his cock. The mere sight of him made your mouth water.

Before he could settle back on the chair, you had already leaned forward and wrapped your lips around his length.

Rhys sucked in a breath, his hand resting on your head to keep you from moving. “Careful, love,” he reprimanded, an underlying sense of urgency in his voice. “No teasing, remember? I still have work to do.”

You nodded as best you could, and he turned his attention back to whatever document he needed complete. But keeping still was harder than you had anticipated, especially when you could feel him swelling and slowly growing harder in your mouth despite neither of you moving, and soon the scent of both your arousals filled the room.

You had no idea how your mate could keep his focus, but you personally were struggling to not bob your head. You didn’t know what to do with your hands—behind your back was uncomfortable, on your lap just made you itchy to ease the ache between your legs, and on Rhys’s knees was way too close to his cock.

A mental hand brushed against the shields in your mind. You let them fall, and Rhys’s voice echoed in your head.

So you behaved, knowing that he had many responsibilities and that you couldn’t put your own desires and wellbeing above the ones of the entire Night Court. But Cauldron boil you, never before had you wished you could say 'screw this' and be as selfish as you wanted to be right then and there.

Are you feeling any better, love?

A bit, you answered, not bothering to hide the whiny tone. But I need more than this.

His sensual laugh filled your mind, full of promises. Just a little longer, and then I’m yours.

A little longer. You could do that. You could wait for him and then he would be yours. Utterly and completely yours.

Hours went by—or at least that’s what it felt like—and your mate still worked. He was hard now, and every cell in your body screamed at you to do something about it, whether it was taking him deeper in your throat, running your tongue along his underside, or wrapping your fingers around him. Anything would be better than just kneeling there, still and quiet, the silence interrupted only by the faint scraping of pen on paper.

Surely ten minutes had passed by now. You tentatively hollowed out your cheeks around him.

Rhys’s breath caught. “Darling,” he warned.

You wished you could listen to him and wait a little longer, you really did. But the sound of his voice, and his tone, and the way he twitched in your mouth… your tongue flicked over the tip of his cock.

A choked sound came out of him, and you did it again.

“You cruel little thing,” he drawled, but his tone was amused, which only spurred you on to do it a third time.

Rhys finally gave you his full attention. He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing a lock of hair out of your face, and you were blessed with one of his beautiful smirks. “It’s only been four minutes, my love.”

You gaped at him. Four minutes? There was no way it had been just four, and there was absolutely no way you could spend six more like this while your cunt was soaked and his cock begged to be worshipped.

He probably read the decision in your eyes, because he shook his head. “Y/N—” he began, but you didn’t let him finish.

You bobbed your head up and down, tasting the bead of precum now leaking out, knowing you were not going to stop unless Rhys specifically asked you to. To your greatest relief, he did no such thing and instead held your hair up in a ponytail, his head falling back against the chair as he let you suck him off.

Hearing his few groans of pleasure made you restless, your need only growing, your core clenching around nothing, so you decided to take the matter into your own hands. Literally. One of your hands slipped under your nightgown, but you barely had time to feel the wetness coating your panties before Rhys noticed your movement and gently pulled out of your mouth.

You pouted, but he was already helping you off your knees. And then his strong hands were on your ass, lifting you up only to set you down on the desk, crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was hungry—all tongue and teeth and muffled moans—and you were barely aware of sitting on some of his papers as your underwear was pulled down your legs and dropped to the floor.

Tearing your mouth away from his, you panted, “What about your documents?”

“Forget those.” Rhys grasped your thighs and spread you open for him. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

You were certainly not going to turn him down.

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[amirasainz]

Omg, i love your account so much. Can you make a Max x Reader story, where Max is a Mafia Boss and Reader is his wife. He is like super protective of her and gives her the princess treatment always. One night, she sees Max doing something horrible (can be whatever) and gets scared.

Make it angst and happy ending, please 🙏

Hi, I love this idea. I hope I did a good job.

Enjoy reading and send some requests

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Just a dream

Max Verstappen, feared Mafia boss in Europe, but to his wife Yn, he was simply Max. Her Max. The man who doted on her, showered her with affection and luxuries, and kept her blissfully unaware of the darker parts of his world. Yn knew that her husband was involved in something dangerous. After all, nobody amassed the kind of power and wealth Max did without blood on their hands. But he had always shielded her from that life. He insisted it was for her own protection, and Yn trusted him.

Their life together was picture-perfect. Max took Yn shopping regularly, indulging her in whatever she wanted, from designer clothes to exotic vacations. He was fiercely protective of her, ensuring she was never alone without a discreet but ever-present security detail. But most of all, he loved her with an intensity that was as overwhelming as it was comforting.

One night, however, everything changed.

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It was late, past midnight, when Yn stirred in bed. Max’s side was empty, the sheets cold. She glanced at the clock—2:37 AM. Max had stepped out earlier, saying he had a meeting to handle but would be back soon. Usually, Yn slept through his absences, but something about the stillness in the house unsettled her.

Quietly, she slipped out of bed, pulling on one of Max’s oversized shirts before padding barefoot down the grand hallway. She heard muffled voices coming from one of the rooms downstairs, the sound of Max’s unmistakable low, commanding voice. Curiosity got the better of her, and before she knew it, she was walking toward the source of the noise.

As she rounded the corner, her heart stopped.

In the dimly lit room, Max stood in front of a man who was bound to a chair, his face bruised and bloodied, barely recognizable. The man’s head hung low, his body limp, and Max, the man who was her world, was towering over him with a look of cold fury. Two of Max’s men stood nearby, their arms crossed, watching the scene with detached indifference.

Yn gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. The sound was small, but it was enough.

Max’s head whipped around, his blue eyes immediately softening when they landed on her. In an instant, he shifted from the ruthless mafia boss to the husband who loved her more than anything.

“Yn,” he said, his voice thick with concern, stepping toward her quickly. “What are you doing up?”

Her eyes were wide with horror as she stared at the bloodied man, then back at Max. “Wh-What…what is this?” she stammered, her voice trembling.

Max’s jaw clenched, his expression darkening—not at her, but at his men. “Why didn’t any of you stop her?” he barked, his voice deadly.

The men flinched. “We thought she was asleep, Boss,” one of them muttered, eyes cast down, terrified of the consequences.

“Out. Now.” Max's command was sharp and final. His men hurried out of the room without another word, leaving Max and Yn alone.

He was by her side in seconds, his hands gently cradling her face as he searched her eyes for the fear he knew would be there. “Yn, Schatje, look at me,” he whispered, pulling her close, his strong arms wrapping around her trembling body.

She was shaking, unable to comprehend what she had just seen. “Max…what…what’s happening? Why is that man—?”

Max cut her off, pressing a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering as he spoke softly, soothingly. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe. I didn’t want you to see this.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, her mind racing. “You’re hurting him, Max,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Max’s grip on her tightened, his heart aching as he heard the tremor in her voice. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, Yn. I promised I’d protect you. That’s all this is, okay? It’s business. It’s not something you need to worry about.”

“But…he’s…” Her eyes darted back to the man, slumped in the chair. “Max, what are you doing to him?”

Max sighed, his hand moving to gently stroke her hair, his other arm still securely around her waist. “He made some very bad decisions. And in my world, there are consequences. But none of this…none of it touches you, Yn. I’ve made sure of that. You’ll never be part of this.”

Yn’s tears started to fall, and Max held her closer, his heart breaking at the sight of her distress. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers. “I’m sorry, love. You weren’t supposed to see this. I swear, I’ll make sure it never happens again.”

“But…” she tried to protest, her voice catching in her throat.

“No,” Max said firmly but gently, lifting her into his arms with ease. “You’re not staying here for this. I won’t let you. Come on, let’s go back to bed.”

She didn’t resist as he carried her upstairs, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Once back in their bedroom, Max laid her down on the bed and crawled in beside her, pulling her close to his chest.

Yn buried her face in his neck, her tears wetting his skin as she cried softly. Max held her, rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles, whispering comforting words into her hair.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry,” he murmured over and over, his voice thick with regret. “I never wanted you to see that. It’s not who I am with you. Please, Yn, don’t be scared. I’ll protect you. Always.”

Yn clung to him, her body trembling against his. “I love you, Max,” she whispered through her tears, her voice broken.

“I love you more than anything, Yn,” Max whispered back, kissing the top of her head. “More than anything.”

---

The next morning, Yn woke up to the sunlight streaming through the curtains. For a moment, everything felt normal, the horrors of the previous night almost like a distant memory. Max was lying beside her, watching her with a soft smile on his face as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

“Good morning, liefde,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her gently on the lips.

Yn blinked, still feeling the weight of the night before, but Max’s calm demeanor made her second-guess herself. “Max, last night…I…” she began, her voice uncertain.

Max’s smile never wavered. He stroked her cheek tenderly. “It was just a bad dream, baby. You were restless, talking in your sleep. Nothing happened. You’re safe. I’m here.”

Yn frowned, trying to remember, but Max’s words were so reassuring, so certain, that she began to doubt her own memory. “A dream?” she whispered, confused.

Max nodded, his eyes full of love and warmth. “Just a dream. Everything’s okay now.”

Yn nodded slowly, letting herself relax against him. It had felt so real, but maybe she had just been imagining things. Max always protected her, kept her safe. Why would he lie to her?

She snuggled closer to him, letting out a small sigh of relief as Max wrapped his arms around her once more, holding her tightly as though he never wanted to let go.

But as Max held her close, his expression hardened ever so slightly. What Yn didn’t see—what Max made sure she never would—was the bloody rope still hidden under the sofa downstairs. The remnants of the life he kept carefully tucked away, far from the woman he loved more than anything.

And he would do whatever it took to keep it that way.

[rafedaddy01]

Rafe knows its wrong but he wants to f his assistant

Hes Single but hes 35 and shes just 19 years old

But one day when they are all alone in the office he just cant take it any more and he takes her right on his table

At first she resists

He knows shes a virgin

But soon shes begging for more harder faster

I love a little non consensual sex ⭐️

He knows you’re a virgin. Which is why it would be so wrong for him to push everything off his desk and take you on it right now. Bunching up that little skirt and ripping your panties off before shoving his cock deep in that virgin cunt. He knows that would be wrong. But the way you’re talking, and the way you smell, and the way you look, and just overall you, makes him want to do those things to you. Even if they are wrong.

But he also knows you’d be begging for it once he was inside you. He sees the way you look at him. Eyeing him up and down when you think he’s not looking. Or the way you fix your blouse right before you walk into his office. Or the way you wear that cherry red lipstick just for him because he told you itd look good on you. He knows you want him as bad as he wants you, you’re just too shy to do anything. So rafe decides the right thing to do is be a man about it.

“Good evening, Mr. Cameron. Here are those documents you were wanting printed off this morning” you walk into his office, chirpy as usual as you place the stack of papers on his desk, and just as your about to turn away Rafes hand wraps around your wrist.

“Y/n” his voice is stern and more dominant that usual.

“Yes, sir?” You turn back to face him. Scanning his face for any sign of what you must have done wrong. But you can’t make anything out. All you see is hunger, a primal hunger, but you can’t figure out why he’s staring at you with such intensity.

“You look very pretty today” rafe let’s go of your wrist and stands up, walking in front of you and caging your body against the side of his desk.

“And you smell so good” he leans in and hold a strand of hair up to his nose as he sniffs.

“T-thank you, sir” you mutter. Having him this close makes your brain fuzzy. This man is a literal god. He’s loved, feared, and respected by everyone. Every woman tries to catch his attention, some succeed but most get shooed away like stray dogs. Rafe is a very powerful man and you know that with one wrong word or one wrong move he could make your life a living hell.

“You’re welcome” he drops the strand and watches it rest against your skin before meeting your eyes and smiling.

He leans closer, his hands falling to the desk and his body pushing yours against his desk until there’s no where for you to go but fall against the desk.

You don’t even have time to comprehend what is happening when Rafes lips land on yours. You don’t kiss back, his lips moving at a rapid pace, tongue darting out but you refuse to open your mouth and he grunts, wrapping a hand in your hair and tilting your head up by pulling on your hair, you gasp and he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue inside, moaning when you give him what he wants.

You try to push at his chest, push him back and off you so you can speak. Tell him no, this is wrong. First off he’s your boss. Second, he’s wayyy older than you.

But rafe grips your wrists once more, tightening them in his grip and pushing them away.

He finally pulls back, biting your lower lip as he pulls back.

“Rafe-“ your cut short when you hear the sound of clothes ripping.

You gasp, shocked as you look down and see he used a pair of scissors to cut down the center of your skirt.

“Rafe! What the f-“

“Shh, don’t worry. I’ll buy you another” he goes to kiss you again but this time you turn away, finally being able to push him back.

“I-I don’t want to do this, rafe. We shouldn’t- this is- please stop” you feel the tears start forming as you struggle to find your words, just wanting to get out of his office as soon as possible.

“I don’t really care what you want” Rafe says as he grabs you back, spreading your thighs and groaning when he finally sees what’s between your legs. You weren’t wearing any panties today due to it being laundry day. He laughs and shakes his head, “and you’re trying to tell me you don’t want this. Pft, little slut. Walking around my office, wearing nothing under this little skirt and expecting me not to fuck you?”

“Rafe please” you beg as you feel the warmth of his hand going up and down your thigh. Inching closer and closer to that spot you desperately want him at, but also don’t want him touching at all.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to discipline you. Show you what happens when you walk around practically naked in my office.”

You accept your defeat when you hear the belt buckle and the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

This is not how you wanted to lose your virginity. You wanted it to be with someone you loved, you wanted it to be romantic. Not against a desk with your 35 years old boss taking advantage of you. Even if he was hot and you had a little crush on him.

His tip tapped against your clit and it brought you back to reality, you didn’t even realize the pads of Rafes thumb was wiping at your teary eyes, “don’t cry baby, I’ll have you begging me to fuck you harder in just a second” he pushed all the way in, sucking the breath from your lungs as you felt the stretch his cock made inside you.

He stills a moment to let you adjust but it doesn’t last long before he pulls his hips back and thrusts in hard, groaning when he feels just how tight you really are.

His thrusts are slow but deep, it hurts but it starts to feel really good really soon. You can feel every outline and ridge and curve of his cock. Especially since he just pushed inside you without so much as a condom. You could feel everything, and it felt amazing.

“M-more, p-please” you whimpered as you relaxed your body, falling fully against the desk.

“I told you princess, all you had to do was shut up and let me in” he smirked down at your fucked out state. Poor little virgin pussy was now his. His to look at, his to fuck, his to lick and touch, and no other man ever has nor ever will lay their hands on you.

“You’re just so perfect, letting your boss fuck your virgin pussy raw. Your definitely getting a promotion after this”

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[jubshead]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

Paring: Teacher!Rio Vidal x Student!Reader

Summary: Being a babysitter isn’t the only perk in life.

A/N: So this took a completely different turn from the 1st part, but I’d still recommend to whoever hasn’t read the other one to go do so, especially since the Reader’s and Rio’s relationship is introduced in that chapter and it also contains important information for the next part (yes, there will be a part 3).

This is dedicated to my love @harknspet , who puts up with me even though I have mental problems and took her out of our conjoined playlist lol (hope this makes up for that, love u)!

Also english is not my first language!

And again, this is a modern AU, where Agatha and Rio don’t have magic!

Please, bear in mind that I wrote and reviewed this sleep deprived.

Warnings: Smut, semi public sex, sharp object, (slightly) blood play and (not exactly but) phone sex.

Word count: 2.8k

As always comments and constructive criticism are more than welcome!

Tags: @polaris-likethestar @salem-the-druid @fanofthings20 @yourlocalsaiko @miraslittlecrow @anevilhag @currently-questioning-life @jenniferjareauwife

PART 1 | PART 3

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Stumbling through the hallways, you make your way into the left classroom after the stairs. College seemed like an old ghost town after the finals, being late friday night and the last day of school didn't seem to help its case. 

Even though you had arrived behind schedule, after inquiring an enormous force to get out of Agatha’s bed, you still didn’t wish to miss your favorite professor’s last class, next semester you wouldn’t have her in your curriculum grid and your encounters would become few and far between. 

Out of the hallway, you spot her right away and shyly walk to the front of the class,sitting in front of the teacher’s desk. There were few students around you and most of them appeared to be there only to get their assignment’s grade, Miss Vidal had decided to grant you an essay instead of a test. 

When she turns around, your eyes meet for the first time tonight and as always you feel an electrical current run down your spine. She smirks in your direction, before tapping the board’s pen in her hand and turning to the rest of the undergraduates. 

“As I was saying, I know most of you aren’t here because of my illustrious presence.” She says with her monotone voice and the only sound coming from the students is your chuckle. “Since I already explained how I graded the papers.” The pen in her hands points to the board and you fight the redness in your cheeks, you were very late. “I see no reason to keep you guys here on a friday night at the end of the school year until the class’ hours run up, so come get your papers and you are free to go.”

Going to her desk, she sits on her chair and runs her tongue through her index finger before separating the papers, your eyes fixate on the gesture. 

While waiting for your name to be called you space out thinking about last night's activities. Agatha had been gentle and understanding, guiding and teaching you and when the night ended, she insisted you slept in her bed with her. 

Waking up by her side was a dream come true and this evening when you told her you had Miss Vidal’s class to attend, she practically trapped you in her bed, ruffing up your appearance with a breathtaking make out session and only letting you go when you promised multiple times to go back there tonight. You never pegged her for the possessive type. 

While lost in thoughts, you fail to notice that Rio hadn’t called out your name and suddenly startles out of today’s earlier images when the last student, aside from you, leaves the classroom and bangs the door behind himself. 

Miss Vidal clears her throat and slams the edge of the stack of papers in the desk, organizing and settling them down gently. 

“You’re late.” She tells you passively. 

“Yeah, sorry. I got wrapped up around something.” You respond and bite the inside of your cheek when you think about Agatha’s mouth. 

“I bet you did.” She gives you a dirty smile and you narrow your eyes at her. “Doesn’t matter, I would’ve asked you to stay behind after class either way. There’s a few things I’d like to discuss with you.” Back at her stoic nature, she extends a dissertation in your direction. 

You leave your purse at the table and get up to stand in front of her desk, grab the paper and look down at her. You bite your lip to contain the anxious feeling bubbling inside you and her eyes follow the movement of your mouth.

Looking back at the papers in your hand, you ask. “Well, what is it?” 

“Pretty interesting topic, don't you think?” She lays back on the chair and crosses her arms.

You roll your eyes at her and let out a laugh. “Yes, well. That’s why I decided to write it.” She raised both eyebrows at you and let out a side smile. You purse your lips. 

“What I mean is…The inquisition, did you know that was also my topic as a postgraduate?” 

You did know that, but that certainly wasn’t the reason you wrote it in the first place. You didn’t feel like you were the type of student who needed to suck up the professor for her to like you. 

She gets up from her chair and leans her hip into the desk with her arms crossed. Her hair is tied up in a loose bun and she’s wearing a gray suit, you swallow at the image.

“I think you wrote it very eloquently and it’s a topic no one else from your class has picked up, besides the fact that it´s incomparable in quality when put side by side with your colleagues.” You melt at the praise and give her a shy smile. “What I'm proposing is for me to be your consultant for your thesis. You don’t have to write specifically about the witches' trails, but from what I’ve observed this far we share common interests in regards to historic topics.” 

She detaches her body and rounds the table to stand by your side. A breath away from your face and with a serious expression she continues. “And you see, sweetheart…I’ve been interested in spending some time with you outside these hallways.” Her eyes are fixated on you as you feel fingers leave the desk and start to pass through your skirt’s folds. 

Your breath catches in your throat and you try not to give away the disbelief in your face, what were the chances of both of your crushes hitting on you one day apart?

“Now that the semester is over, I won’t be your direct teacher anymore…” She rounds you as she speaks and you feel like a pray in a lion’s den, rooted in place. Unable to follow her movement with your head, you’re surprised when she amends. “So…I can do this.” And emphasizes her statement by grabbing your waist and forcing you in the table’s direction, at the same time her front meets your behind. Your hands automatically hold the impact and the desk rattles, she approaches your neck and you feel a rumble coming from her throat as she inhales deeply into your hair.  

You moan at the feeling of your thighs pressed against the desk and her firm hold on your waist. “Well, I’d say that’s a yes.” You rapidly nod. She uses her hand to bunch up your hair, sit it aside and whisper in your ear. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes.” You breathe out and already feel the excitement bubbling up on you. Your underwear has recently been changed from last night´s activity and here you are, offering yourself up for your teacher as you rub your ass against her work pants. 

She hums against your neck and holds your hair away from your skin. She lightly moves the tip of her fingers through your nape and you shudder, letting out a breath and throwing your head back as she starts to kiss and bite you, searching for your sensitive spots. She runs her tongue and sucks at your pulse point, your eyes slam shut and your fingers turn white from your grasp on the desk. The grip on your hair becomes tighter as you let out whimpers from the attention and grind your hips into her cunt, already feeling your insides burning up. 

She quickly turns you around and kisses you, she tastes faintly of cigarettes and green apples. The kiss feels different from the ones with Agatha, while she tried to guide you and ease you into the situation, Rio completely takes your breath away and doesn’t make time for you to breathe, as if trying to mark her territory. Her tongue dominates your mouth completely and you barely have enough sense of mind to keep up with her. 

When you separate, you’re breathing rapidly through your mouth and into her close proximity face, her right hand rests on the back of your neck and she has a smirk plastered on her lips as her small nails dig into your skin. 

Her eyes are black with satisfaction and she closes up on you again, this time the kiss is slower, languid. You feel her tongue gently stroke yours and she softly bites into your lower lips. Your hands are free from your hold on the desk and travel up to hold her head and stick your fingers in her brunette locks, messing them up and pulling slightly. 

You let out an unsatisfied sound when her hands find the hem of your shirt and you have to separate to take the garment off. Her hands travel to your back and remove your black bra before she falls head first into your breasts. If she notices the purple bruise left by Agatha she doesn’t say anything. Her teeth scrape the upper side of your left boob and one of her hands is preoccupied with massaging your right nipple into a hard peak. She runs her tongue from one breast to another and you hold into her head as she keeps changing focus. Your boobs become rock solid from the attention they are receiving, you feel the goosebumps surrounding your nipples and a redness starts to spread from the top of your neck into the end of your tits. 

You slightly support your weight on the desk, before she notices your discomfort and grabs the underside of your thighs to place you on top of the table. You open your legs and she settles in between them, your skirt rides up and her hands strongly grip your thigh while guiding you into another kiss. 

The kiss is hard and demanding. You open yourself more to her as her hands get higher and higher up your skirt, when she arrives at the middle of your underwear you rub your center against her fingers and know she feels how wet you are by the way she smiles into your mouth.

When it feels like you'll finally have her where you desire, she steps away from you and rounds the table, in your aroused state you feel like you’ve lost the only thing that kept you breathing. 

It barely passes 10 seconds before she's back in front of you, you frown up at her, but before you can open your mouth to complain, she is back at working in your tits while her fingers make bruising force on your thigh. 

She leaves a hickey on the other breast Agatha hadn't marked, same place, and you hope she won’t notice later if she sees you naked. If this was some sort of ownership these two enjoyed, you’d be screwed to hide it from each other. 

Her hand travels upwards towards your soaked pussy and plays with the waistband of your underwear, you feel sweat accumulate on your browns as impatience radiates off you. One second away from yanking her hand and putting it inside the lace material, you feel a cold hard object run up your other side and get close to your center, you quickly tense and try to close your legs. Your professor holds you in place.

“Relax, sweetheart. I wouldn't hurt you in a million years.” She breathes into your neck and the object cuts into your panty’s straps. You moan at the weird dangerous feeling it brings you and buckle into her hands, arousal running down your thighs.  

The automatic response results in a prickle in your skin, but before you can comment on it, your phone starts ringing. Rio’s tongue comes to rest on her cheek as a wide smile splits her face. 

“Oh no. No, no, no.” She turns around quickly and finds your phone inside your purse, presses the accept call button and shoves it in your ear.

“Hello?” You answer hesitantly.

“Hi, hun.” Your boss answers from the other side and your whole face lights up like red lights on a christmas tree.

“Hi, Mrs Hark… I mean, Agatha. Sorry, force of habit.” You agitatedly speak into the phone and grimaces when Rio gives you the biggest smile you´ve ever seen in her face. 

She approaches you again, sliding her hands up your thighs and you stop her on her tracks to push your skirt all the way up. You look at your ruined underwear and the head of your pussy, on your left hip you feel a sting and run your finger through it, only to come back with blood on them. 

“It's alright, dear. I’m just calling to ask when you will come back. Nickie is already asleep and I’ve got something I want to show you.” Her voice drops a few octaves and your soaked cunt pulsates with all the possibilities. 

“I’m hum…” All thoughts run out of your mind when Rio grabs your bloody fingers and swallows them into her mouth, moving her tongue through the digits and cleaning up the crimson liquid. Your vision goes black with lust. “I’m just finishing up a conversation with Professor Vidal and I’ll be back.” Rio smirks at the name and crouches down to suck on the wound close to your center. You have to bite into your fingers to hold back the moan that nearly escapes you. 

“Okay, hun. Tell Rio I said hello.” Before you can process the knowledge that they know it other, Agatha slams the phone in your face. 

Before you can question her, the older woman slides her fingers through your folds, gathering up all the arousal and circling your clit. You hold tightly onto her shoulder as she slides back into your eye level. 

She kisses your neck, teases your entrance and slowly goes inside you. Giving you time to adjust to the intrusion as she bites into your lower lip. 

You had masturbated multiple times, but to have someone’s digits inside of you felt completely different. They stretch you and reach places you weren’t able to get by yourself and when she begins to move, your hips follow the movements searching for that feeling of fullness. The desk rattles as the force of her fingers penetrate you and you keep up with the rhythm. 

Her fingers change angles and in their new upward position they start hitting the perfect spot, your legs dangle from the position in the desk, blood gets caught in your skirt, but you don't seem to care as your body begins to shake.

You let out a sob at the intensity and circle Rio’s waist with your thighs to bring her closer and inevitably deeper inside of you. In your desperate state you hold onto her nape and kiss her, trying to drown the sounds coming from within your mouth and hoping that the college was empty at this time already. 

An inevitable cry leaves you when her other hand finds your clit and rubs it in circular motions, that was exactly what your body was craving to drive you over the edge and you feel your whole figure stiffen up as she continues to drive her digits into you.You throw you head back in a silent screaming as she kisses her way up your neck and guides you through your orgasm. 

Your legs untighten around her and your head rests on her collarbone as you start to come down from your peak. Your breath comes out in puffs and you whine when she takes her finger off you, before cleaning them up on a handkerchief thrown around in her desk. You blush up at her when she looks at her thoroughly soaked digits and smirks at you.

“Come on. I’ll take you home.” She pats your legs and you look down at your state. Your underwear is no longer usable, blood stains your light colored skirt and your thighs are wet with arousal, you don’t need to look in a mirror to know that your neck is red and sensitive while your hair is sticking out of its usual place. 

You bite your lips and wonder how a day ago you were still a virgin and now here you are, looking like a whore after getting fucked by your teacher and going to your boss’ home to sleep with her. You wide your eyes at the idea of arriving at Agatha's house in this state while your professor drives you there.

“Oh no, you really don’t need to do that!” You let out in a squick. “I’m not going home anyway.” You try to sound nonchalant while shrugging and avoiding her eyes. 

“I know you aren’t.” She tells you while her hand runs down your face and grabs your chin. “Come on, it will be fun to visit an old friend.” She smirks and waves her head in the door’s direction. You gape at her. 

[kleine-joost]

Joost Dating Headcanons

a/n: who tf am i updating daily?? idk where this motivation has come from lmao

WARNINGS: there's some general smutty headcanons at the end, i'd appreciate no minors interact thanks xxx

SFW HEADCANONS

- Ok so first off, I’m so so so convinced that this man is absolutely the clingiest person EVER. Like anything you’re doing, he’ll happily join you, he asks you to travel with him., Basically everything either of you do will become a two-man job

- The only thing he’s tentative about with your relationship would be the overall publicness of it. The real fans (😎😎😎) have spotted you a couple times in photos and videos in the background of things and kind of just speculated, but mostly you’re unknown.

- But in private and with friends and stuff? Hangs on you all the time, bringing you into conversations he’s in so you can add more details to his stories.

- Also I have this picture in my head, like say you had to work late or you went out with some friends and he didn’t go, when you get home, you find him in bed, duvet up to his chin and just waiting for you to get home so you can tell him everything and you can go to sleep together

- He’s not a huge movie buff, but he’ll watch whatever you want because he just loves seeing you enjoy things, seeing you happy. Even if he’s not the direct cause of it, he likes to just be there for you

- And another thing, I think he’s probably really forgetful. So if you aren’t, I like the idea of leaving little sticky notes around to remind him of things like meetings, or even just to drink water

- So supportive too. He is your biggest cheerleader in everything you do, and always knows how to comfort you if you’re down

- I imagine you also being super supportive of him, like you’re always the first person he shows a new song to, and he genuinely favours your opinion on things and will fight Tantu to change things you think could be changed

- Big flower vibes. He loves buying you flowers, even when there’s no special occasion. Just because he thought they were pretty.

- I also think he would LOVE to do like coordinating outfits and stuff

- Just a stylish couple in general

- And if like your collar isn’t sitting right or something, he’d fixed it straight away

- On a similar note, he loves when your shoelaces become untied because it's his favourite thing to just do whatever he can for you

- He’s tried to cook you dinner a total of about 3 times, all of them resulting in an inedible meal. But it’s the thought that counts

- And when you’re out eating dinner somewhere, he’ll always beg for a bite of your food in exchange for a bite of his, because “your’s just looks so good, liefde”

- I also think he’s one of those boyfriends that’ll just walk up to you and start shadow boxing at you for funsies, complete with fake huffs of effort, until it eventually just evolves into who can hold each others’ arms down for the longest time (spoiler, he wins most of the time cause he just wraps his arms around your shoulders so you can’t move)

- Going back to the travelling thing, I like the idea that if you’re not able to go with him, he always buys you some kind of souvenir like a fridge magnet or like socks or something so you feel like you were there

- And so he feels like you’re with him, he always carries a picture of you with him in his wallet bc cute

NSFW HEADCANONS

- Guess what kind of picture it is teeheehee

- I can’t decide between just a picture of your tits or one that he took while yall were fucking and you didn’t even notice that he had his phone out and was taking a photo of your face all scrunched together in pleasure

- Boy would that have been an interesting day at wherever he got it printed

- ALSO travelling means….you guessed it! Phone and FaceTime sex!!

- Most of the time it doesn’t even start out sexy, you’re just telling each other about your days

- But Joost misses you so much, he can’t help get turned on even by just the sound of your voice

- He tries to be quiet but let’s get real, that man WHINES and WHIMPERS so even when he’s trying to hold it in as he’s palming himself through his jeans, you know what’s up

- “Baby?” He hums in response. “Are you touching yourself?” “...Maybe”

- And it just devolves from there

- Omg and REUNION SEX? Don’t even get me started

- ok do get me started, the SECOND he’s home it is shoes off, clothes off, carrying you to the bedroom

- It would be a perfect mix of tender and filthy

- He missed you and wants to tell you that, but he’s also just so pent up. He needs to get all his energy out

- When he gets horny, there’s nothing he won’t do get at you

- Like when he can’t sleep at night and he’s just really bored, wakes you up and eats you out

- Walks in on you in the shower, he’s getting in

- You guys go shopping and he’s watching you try on clothes, you have to tear him off of you

- You get my point.

- I think he’s an everywhere kind of guy

- Everything, Everywhere, All At Once lol

- Definitely pulled you into a club bathroom stall on more than one occasion

- Oh and one more thing, underwear goblin. After any time you guys fuck, there’s at least a 60% chance he’ll steal your panties as a memento.

[jesuistrestriste]

Need full on petplay w art. Puppy art this puppy art that... ok wheres his collar. Wheres his leash

yeahh:(

like he’s on his hands and knees for you as soon as you get home; looking up to you with big, blue, pleading eyes as he scoots forward and pushes his nose into your thigh.

“i missed you…” he whimpers softly, barely audible, and you reach down to pet his soft mop of tousled blonde curls.

“missed you too, puppy.. were you good while i was gone?”

and he whines. it’s guilty and low and sticks in his chest like bubblegum. he shakes his head. “.. i.. ‘m sorry… couldn’t help it…”

and you’re confused, but when you look up towards the living room, you see an assortment of toys on the coffee table near the couch. one of your vibrators and a silicone stroker you bought for him a year ago and a bottle of lube. along with a few crumpled tissues. a fresh crime scene.

you sigh, pulling back from his touch, and he tries chasing your legs with his needy hands. you immediately slide your hand from his hair to the back of his collar, then slipping your fingers down to the dog tag at the front of it. affectionately engraved ‘mutt’. you give it a soft but firm tug, forcing his attention back up to your eyes and not your soft thighs.

“i said to wait.”

he pouts. he might cry.

“i kn-know.. im sorry, i am… i was just thinking about you a lot, and i couldn’t.. like, it was really hurting and i just—“

you tug on the collar again, and click your tongue with disapproval. he shuts his mouth. his palms plant on the ground in front of where he’s sitting on his calves. “i was a bad boy.”

you nod, and without warning you start slowly walking away from the doorway. he’s instantly snapping to attention, being tugged with you by your grasp still holding the collar.

“yes, yes you were. you are. so now.. you’re gonna clean this mess up and meet me in the bedroom. do you understand?”

he nods, and immediately stands to begin cleaning the evidence of his desperation once you’ve let him go.

he steps into the bedroom afterwards and you immediately corner him and hook a leash onto the front of his collar. you lead him over to the mattress where you lay down and take your bottoms off.

you wrap the leash around your hand four times to give him no leeway to move without your direction, and then you’re pulling his body forward by his lead into your heat.

you watch the way he sinks down onto his tummy and begins mouthing wetly and eagerly at your core, licking and slobbering and suckling the best he can manage.

several moans slip from your lips, and you gaze down at his closed eyes and flushed cheeks, your hold on the leash keeping him close.

“be a good puppy for me tonight, and maybe i’ll give you a treat,” you gasp between soft groans.

he doubles his efforts automatically, his fingers itching to hold your body, but he resists. he nods and whines into your wetness.

he’ll do whatever it takes to get that reward from you and prove that he can still be good.

he’s a good boy.

he’s the best.

and he’s gonna show you how well trained you have him ..

[spiderbeam]

🎧 - Franco and hm number 17.. love ur writing evie !!

🎧 — tiago pzk: bzrp music sessions, vol. 48 by bizarrap & tiago pzk

i actually did this at random but a bizarrap song coming up is so fitting for franco omg

There’s a boy that’s been looking at you for a while.

You can see him out of the corner of your eye when you walk back towards the bar. He’s lingering—as if unsure whether he should approach you. You’re not looking at him, not really—but the flashing neon lights make it hard to make out anything about him. You think he might have brown hair, but even of that you can’t be sure.

You lean across the bar, trying to flag down a bartender. They seem to walk right past you, and you can hear your song starting to come on—okay, you’re sure the bartender saw you, so why is he—

“Can I get two more of those?”

He sidles up beside you, and you almost laugh at the fact that this is what finally made him come up to you. Knight in shining armor indeed.

He turns to you with what you guess is supposed to be a suave smile. You wonder whether he knows you saw him trying to gather the confidence to walk up to you. “What’s your name?”

You consider telling him you’re with someone else, that the drinks you’re trying to get are not just for you—but you tell him your name anyways. He says his back, but you don’t quite catch it over the music. You nod nonetheless.

He’s shouting into your ear, trying to be heard over the blasting music. “I saw you across the bar—” and you can’t catch anything else after that. You feel his hand inch closer to yours. “—just think you look really hot.”

Okay. So knight in shining armor no more.

You have to hold back a laugh. You press the back of your palm to your lips. “Sorry—I’m kinda with someone here.”

But the boy tilts his head, gesturing for the bartender to come back. “That’s alright—I’m sure your friends won’t mind if they get drinks too, yeah?” He turns back to you. “Plus, I’m with a few mates. I’m sure they’d love to meet your friends—especially if they’re as hot as you.” You scoff a laugh, biting down the inside of your cheek as you nod. And they say chivalry is dead. “C’mon, how many friends you got today?”

You quirk a brow. “Just the one.”

“Okay, then she’s getting a drink too. On me.” He tilts his head back, where a group of three other men are waiting for him, looking at your exchange expectantly. He leans closer to you as the bartender places two tall glasses in front of you. You think he’s going for a more sultry tone, but with the loud music blaring over the speakers, calling it a shout would be much more accurate. “What’d you say?”

You purse your lips as you stifle a laugh. “Sorry. I think there’s been a bit of a miscommunication—”

You feel a pair of arms wrap around your middle, chin tucked into your neck. The smile that grows on your lips is impossible to hide. His curls tickle your skin.

“Bombona,” Franco says against your skin. It’s a wonder it took him this long to come find you—he’s usually a lot clingier at clubs like this. “¿Qué pasa? You were taking so long…”

Even underneath the fuchsia and neon red lights flashing across the dance floor, you’re not sure you can make out the exact expression on the boy’s face. He looks a little shocked, you guess. Maybe a little speechless.

Franco starts pressing kisses up your neck, and you know then that he’s drunk. You nudge him—you’re not particularly opposed to going to some corner to make out, but you’re not keen on letting him continue while you have an audience gaping at you like a waterless fish.

Franco lets out a small noise of complaint, finally raising his head away from you. “What?” He meets the guy’s gaze from behind you, disinterest clear as day. “Perdona—Hi. Sorry. Who’s your friend?”

“He bought us drinks,” you say, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

“Ah?” Franco looks over at the bar, and even though he looks and sounds completely indifferent, he at least nods his head. “Ah. Thanks, man.”

“Yeah.” You meet Franco’s gaze with a bemused smile. “He wants to set you up with one of his friends.”

Franco scrunches his brow questioningly, before turning back to the boy. “Yeah—no, sorry. I have a girlfriend.”

The guy finally blinks himself out of his stupor. “Um, yeah. I—I can see that.”

“Yeah.” Franco untangles himself from you, handing you a glass and reaching for the other as he tugs you away. “Anyway. Thanks!”

You’re openly laughing by the time the two of you are away. You stare at the back of Franco’s head and wonder whether all of this went over him—you wonder just how much he’s been drinking.

But then you’re dancing with him with your head tucked between his chin and his chest, and he hums a small laugh.

You raise your head slightly. “What?”

His eyes shine with something akin to amusement and adoration. “Todos quieren contigo,” he says, leaning closer to kiss you. He smiles against your lips, even after you pull away. “Pero vos estás conmigo.”

You roll your eyes with a smile. Eyes flickering between his pretty gaze and his prettier lips. “Always.”

eve’s 1k celebration 🎧

i know the franco song drabble was the one with the least votes BUT already had this one planned out and it took less time to get out <3 i will be working on that tennis player x carlos part 3 during the weekend though!!!!

[r0se-miller]

Stay with me for a while

Emily returns home to reader after a longer separation than normal.

Warnings: smut, strap-on, thigh riding

You heard the key turn in the lock and jumped up from your seat in the lounge room, you had been sitting there for the better part of three hours, and the brief ‘on my way home xx’ text you had received forty minutes ago had turned patient waiting into excited wiggling.

Once Emily had managed to open the door you threw yourself on her barely giving her a moment before you wrapped your legs around her waist and refused to carry your own weight at all. Thankfully she was prepared for this as bear hugs had been your standard welcome home since the two of you had started dating nearly four years ago.

She slipped her carry bag off her shoulder and toed off her shoes all the while buying her face into your hair soaking up the feeling of your warm body back in her arms, the latest case has been slightly longer than normal and she has missed you desperately whilst lying awake in the dirty motel of some backwater town.

With practised ease she walked you both to the couch and planted herself heavily onto the cushioned seat with you still held tight. Now that her arms were no longer needed to carry your weight she was free to caress your sides, run her fingers through your hair and ultimately raise your face from the crook of her neck so she could kiss you sweetly.

“I missed You soo much Baby” She whispered between pecks.

“I have been desperate for you” You reply with a distinct pout and your signature puppy dog eyes. To get the point across you slowly start to shift your weight, ever so slightly grinding down onto her work pants, the flimsy dress you had picked out doing its job perfectly - leaving nothing to the imagination.

“My my, you certainly are desperate sweet girl. Not even wearing panties… what must you be after?”

You whine pathetically, you were done being patient you had waited two and a half weeks already you had no tolerance for teasing games.

Seemingly understanding your frustrated hunger she was quick to pull your mouth back to hers kissing you deeply, an unspoken promise that she would take care of you.

Your hips picked up urgency as your mouths continued to meet, your brain had given up any semblance of control and you simply gave into Emily’s will, allowing her tongue and lips to guide you, as her hands assisted your hips movement. With a sudden burst of clarity you remembered the other reason you had picked this dress and with a quick move you lent back from the close embrace and ripped down the front of your dress to proudly display your tits, held perfectly cupped by the fabric now bunched beneath your chest. You looked up to meet Emily’s eyes and you were able to see her already blown pupils enlarge even more at the sight of you pretty pink nipples.

She reached out gently to cup them each in a hand and immediately began teasing and tugging on your buds in the way you loved. You have a soft moan in encouragement then buried your face in her neck, content to suckle on her soft skin, leaving being small marks of your love whilst your body began building and tingling with pleasure. You shifted your weight so you could better hump her thigh, not self conscious in the least, you knew after this long she would be desperate for you too - the stupid ‘no touching yourself when the other is away’ rule was her idea anyway.

With the perfect blend of friction from the fabric of her pants and her ministrations at your chest you reached your peak quickly letting out a loud and sinful moan as your hips stalled and your breath came in raged gasps.

She pulled you back into a deep kiss allowing you to level out slowly, still connected with her. One orgasm has hardly scratched the surface though.

“Can I have your strap please?” You beg politely, knowing she would never say no to such a request.

“Of course my love,” she said with a satisfied growl, “I’ll go run and get it”

With a proud flourish you pulled her favourite strap from the side of the couch where you had nestled it earlier, not willing to wait even a moment for her. You grinned and got off her lap, laying yourself down along the length of the couch, which she could now see you had thoughtfully covered with a towel.

“Well someone is prepared. That must mean I don’t need to warm you up, hmmm pretty girl? Are you going to take me so well?”

You started wriggling again as she quickly threw off her clothes and positioned the strap. She was always a commanding figure stood over you naked and proud with her thick purple cock ready to fuck you silly.

She wasted no time hovering herself over you on the couch, and as promised she gave no warning before lining up and bottoming out in you. You both paused for a beat breathing deeply into the connection. The time apart had been difficult for you both, and this was more that just sex, it was reconnecting and coming home for both of you. After your small reflective break she began to move, gently at first but quickly working up into a rhythm she knew would help build you up, but would never on it’s own help you finish. She found your mouth once again and lavished it with kisses. Each one sending a deliberate message of love, tenderness and care.

Your hands came to wrap around her back, you were clawing at her needing her even closer than your two sweating bodies flush together. Feeling her warm skin and her hard muscles flexing with each thrust helped you ground yourself, a reminder she was home, she was here and she was the sole reason for your pleasure.

When you could no longer take the steady rhythm that kept your peak at bay you began thrusting up to meet her, bringing your hands around to her front in order to find the breast that were rubbing against your own peaks. You knew a sure fire way to get Emily Prentiss to let loose was to suck on her tits, and that’s exactly what you did. You played roughly with one while you mouth nipped and sucked at the other. You could feel your plan working as her breathing came harder and her thrusts sped up. She reached down to shift her weight and use your hips as leverage to fuck you deeper.

“Oh god, please please please!” You babbled incoherently. The feeling of her cock in you once again, hitting every spot so deep inside you turned your mind to mush. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know what you were asking for, but she knew - she always knew.

She shifted one hand to rest her thumb on your clit, allowing your bodies movement to please you in order to avoid overstimulation.

Your lips found her previously neglect bud and you rooted like your life depended on it. With soo many points of pleasure you came with a long deep groan, you could feel your body pulsing and you heard Emily’s own muttered curses as she came on top of you.

You were only vaguely aware of her slowing her thrusts, too blissed out to notice much outside of the pressure of her body on yours. You were thankful for the towel you had laid out, as you knew your cum would be dripping down your ass and thighs, a big release after weeks of unrelieved tension.

You felt her shift and begin to pull out, you were quick to whine your displeasure “Please Emmy, just stay with me a while.”

She was happy to let you cock warm, and honestly after a long day of travel and a brilliant welcome home she was happy to lay with you and drift off into a contented sleep.

[marvelslut16]

Field Day

Prompt number: 27 "Let me remind you"

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Teacher!Bucky x teacher!reader (no use of y/n)

Rating: T(een)

Word count: 1.1k+

Warnings: Swearing, a stupid hr policy based off a policy at one of my jobs, a horny woman at work, I think that's it.

A/N: Hi, hello, it's been ages since I posted a fic, and this is 2 days late late. I really really want to participate again this year, but I have 2 jobs now and I have some other important things happening this month, so I won't have much time to write. But without further ado, here is day 1!

“Let me remind you that we aren’t allowed to date coworkers,” you sigh, as Peggy tells you that you should finally give into your work crush and go on a date with Bucky.

Bucky is the sweetest soul you have ever met, he’s a little shy but once he warms up to you he’s just a giant teddy bear who will do whatever he can to make your life easier. He’s been your work crush for about a year now, when he switched from second to fourth grade, the grade you teach. Now you have department meetings together, teach science labs together, and go on field trips together. His sweet personality and the forced proximity made it impossible not to develop a work crush on him.

“Technically we can date coworkers, it’s just frowned upon,” Peggy tries to play devil’s advocate, hoping that her friends will finally get over themselves and go on a date. 

“Oh yes, Bucky and I can date so long as we report it to HR the moment we go on a date, and they can still decide to fire one or both of us,” you roll your eyes and give your best friend a look before turning back to the playground to watch the kids. “Isn’t that why you waited to start dating Steve until he went to teach at the military academy.”

“Do as I say, not as I do,” Peggy giggles, just as Bucky lets his kids out his classroom door to join yours and Peggy’s for field day. 

“What are you two gals talking about,” Bucky saunters over to where you're standing near enough to the playground to see the kids, but far enough from them that they can’t hear what you're saying. 

“I was telling her that she should start packing her lunch instead of going out on Wednesday and Friday, much healthier. And obviously, she called me on the fact that Steve sends me lunch from restaurants most of the week,” Peggy smoothly lies. It’s a decent enough fib, but if you were Bucky you wouldn’t believe her. 

So where did you end up getting stuck for field day?” you ask Bucky, he was sick the day of sign ups no doubt being stuck with the worst job. 

“The dunk tank, damn Stevie leaving the school and leaving me with this stupid job,” Steve always volunteered to do the dunk tank, and now that he’s gone the entire staff quickly snapped up every other position. “What do you have this year?”

“The inflatable obstacle course,” you grin widely, you’d been petitioning the PTA to allocate funds to rent one for field day for the past three years now.

“I told you you could convince those parents to let you rent one, and the kids are going to love it!” you can’t help but blush at his praise. 

“Third times the charm,” you give him a small bashful smile.

“I’m in charge of dodgeball in the gym,” Peggy cuts in, reminding you that you aren’t alone and have an audience of almost a hundred kids as more classes spill out of their rooms.  

Soon enough the three of you go your separate ways and get field day started. Like every year, the day flies with minimal complaining from the kids, lots of laughing, and just a few scrapes and bruises. The kids all loved your addition to the course this year, all cheering in excitement when they get to your station. Before you know it your class is back at your station and field day is wrapping up, so you take the kids to the refreshments table to grap a dixie cup off gatorade and a cookie. 

“Oh dear god,” you murmur under your breath, catching Peggy’s attention as she walks up to the table with her class. 

Bucky’s also walking up to the refreshment table sopping wet, black t-shirt and basketball shorts clinging to his rock hard physique. Bucky is an attractive man, anyone who disagreed was either lying or blind, so this wasn’t a new revelation to you by any means. But knowing he has abs is one thing, but seeing his shirt clinging to them is a completely different one. Your heart starts to hammer harder and harder the closer he gets to you, damn Peggy had to get in your head about your crush earlier and you’re on the edge of  throwing caution to the wind, and yourself at him. 

“What were those rules again,” Peggy whispers, giggling in your ear. 

“Can’t remember,” your voice trails off just like your thoughts. It’s unreal and unfair that Bucky could be as nice and as drop dead gorgeous as he is. No man could ever live up to him, and you pity everyone that dares to try. 

“Only one person dunked me, and it was one of yours,” Bucky says gruffly, the twinkling in his eyes gives away his humor and pride in the student.

“One of mine?” you grin from ear to ear, your own pride showing at your student. One of your little fourth headers was able to dunk him, when the older kids couldn’t. “Who was it?”

“Me!” Brayden, your secret favorite student, hollers from behind you.

“Way to go Brayden!” you exclaim, the rest of your class cheering as you give him a high five. 

“It was hilarious,” Luke, one of Bucky’s students pipes up. “We were at the human wheelbarrow station next to the dunk tank and we saw everything! One minute he was on the seat, and the next he was coming up from the water coughing on it.” 

“Are you okay, Mr. Barnes?” you giggle, turning to look at him. It takes everything in you to keep your eyes on his, something the other female staff aren’t doing themselves. 

“I will be, once my ego heals,” your two classes laughing at his joke. 

“Do you want to come over for dinner tonight? I’m making my chili that you love so much,” you ask Bucky when the kids are out of hearing range. Peggy stares at you wide eyed, it’s like she can hear your inner monologue, in awe of your bravery and taking this chance. 

“I would love to,” Bucky has a soft smile on his face, like he’s sensing that everything is about to change for the better. Fuck HR, and fuck this job if it keeps you from being happy and with the man of your dreams. As long as you have Bucky everything will be okay, and you’ll both land on your feet eventually, even if it means finding a new district. 

[grandeoatmilklatte]

Kinktober Day 3 🎃

Sebastian Sallow x Make Up Sex (464 words)

A/N: Somehow, this is my first time writing Sebastian! Seb girlies have mercy on me!

Warnings: NSFW || MDNI || +18 plus characters || p in v ||

This was now the third bouquet of roses you had refused this week, repurposing them for decor around the common room, much to the confusion of your peers. With each bouquet came a note, scribblings of “I’m sorry”, “I love you”, and “please” all over it.

By the time the fourth one came, you were at your wit’s end, choosing to give in, leaving your own note in return saying you’d agree to a meeting tonight.

As you entered the Undercroft, your crossed arms providing physical as well as metaphorical protection for your heart, you were met with a scene that previously would have made you melt: a candlelit space, a mattress in the middle decorated with pillows of various sizes and rose petals scattered about. You were also met with the face of your former lover, his lips pouted and eyes puppy-like.

“I’m so glad you came!” Sebastian exclaimed, approaching you as if wanting to hug you, but noticing your closed off stance. Apologies and promises flooded from his lips. You maintained your stance, but allowed the words to flow through you, the protections you put up beginning to falter with each word.

You didn’t take notice of how long it took, not wanting to acknowledge how quickly you gave in, but within a short amount of time you were on the mattress, naked, with your legs spread and Sebastian between them. His movements were gentle and slow, as if he were savoring every inch of you, committing you to memory in case you’d suddenly change your mind, as if you would.

He planted kisses on your body in between each thrust - on your cheeks, your neck, your collarbone, each one leaving a heat in its wake. Your arms that were once protecting you were now pulling him close, one set of fingers running through his hair while the other set ran down his back. Your sounds filled the room, creating a symphony Sebastian wanted to hear every day for the rest of his life if you’d let him.

You both reached completion at the same time, your sounds interweaving the way your bodies had just been, and the way your souls already had been. He laid next to you and held you close when you were done, adoration in his eyes as he took in your beauty. You walked in here with your heart protected, but it no longer needed the protection, Sebastian swearing to keep it safe this time.

You remained wrapped in his arms as you fell asleep, his soft whispers of “I love you”s and apologies providing a lullaby to drift off to. The apologies were pointless, since you had already forgiven him, your brain too blissed out to remember the reason you had broken up to begin with.