#while in a sexy suit👀

[the-mjolnir-owner]

Captain Marvel and Ms. Marvel travel to an icy asteroid to rescue Thor from the Enchantress. They fight Enchantress who has brainwashed Thor to be her bodyguard

[skitskatdacat63]

I know it would literally never happen, but whenever the speculation of who the next James Bond will be comes up, I can only think about how I would sell my soul to get a butch lesbian James Bond 😣

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heey i would love to know what kinks do you think ateez members have and what they’ll be into👀

— Ateez Kinks

Thank you for this ask! I hope you enjoy~ Feel free to submit more prompts via my ask box <3

Seonghwa loves pretty things. Lace, leather, rope. He loves seeing different materials and colors against your skin. He loves when you dress up for him. Whether that be pretty skirts, dresses, makeup, jewelry, or even fancy suits or sexy dress clothes. You’re his doll. He’d have a wonderful time slowly worshipping your body… but if you tease him enough like the pretty thing you are, he might just have to ruin your makeup. And don’t forget that he loves to feel pretty too.

Hongjoong likes to be in charge. He loves when he has someone to boss around, someone to listen to his every command. When the members give him a hard time, he knows he has his obedient little pet to take his stress out on. And he does just that. He mixes pleasure and pain, just to keep you on the edge. He can be a bit rough at times, but he lets you know how grateful he is to have such a good pet. Disobey him, however, and you’ll regret it. His punishments are unforgiving.

Yunho likes to breed like a dog. He’s obsessed with giving you his cum, his pups. He wants to fill you up and cover you, and he’ll do anything for you to let him. He loves to beg, and he loves being deprived of what he wants… even if he whines about it. He loves when you deny him until his dick takes over. Until he can’t take it anymore, and has to pin you down and breed you for hours. He seems submissive, but he’ll absolutely ruin you… even while begging and whimpering.

Yeosang uses his tongue for its intended, god-given purpose. It doesn’t turn 180° for nothing baby. His favorite activity, his favorite hobby is eating you out. And he eats it like a madman. He has a way of reducing you to nothing with just his tongue. And he can go for hours. You’ll never find anyone as good at giving head as him. He loves the taste, loves the feeling, and absolutely refuses to stop making you cum even if his jaw hurts. He gets off to it. Can cum untouched, even. He praises you the entire time, telling you how fucking good you taste, and how much he craves it when you don’t give it to him.

San… my boy. He’s so painfully obviously an ass man. He’ll eat your ass, finger it, fuck it. He’ll give you back shots and fuck you as hard as he can just to watch it jiggle. Spanking is a must. He loves to bruise it and bite it. He’ll fuck you into the mattress, make you ride him in reverse, have you sit on his face. He can’t keep his hands off. Ever. He makes you wear tight pants, or short skirts/shorts, so he can see it at all times. He loves when you wear short skirts with nothing underneath, especially in public, and bend over to tease him. Everyone around you has to accept the fact that he’s constantly grabbing your ass and spanking it, no matter where you are.

Mingi. Come on. He has a size kink. His cock is huge, and he loves shoving it in with no warning. He loves forcing you to take all of him, even if it hurts. He’ll act all sweet and innocent while he does it, too. Even when there’s tears in your eyes, he’ll fuck you harder. Deeper. He loves dirty talk. And he’s talking you through it. Telling you how pretty you are, how cute and small you look under him. He’ll hold you down, and he loves when you thrash. He just keeps talking in that innocent voice, praising you like you’re not struggling. Kissing your face and ramming into you with long, deep strokes. He likes to lay his entire body on you, and feel how small you are. He’ll talk you all the way to your orgasm, and all through it. Even coax you into more. Over and over again, until your wrists are bruised, and your body aches.

Wooyoung loves to tease. He dies for the attention. He teases you until you’re sucking up to him… showering him with compliments and fueling his ego. Worshipping him as if he was your god. Sometimes he’ll jerk off while you sit and praise him, watching, unable to touch. He’ll torture you like that until you’re about ready to sob. And then he’ll give you everything you want, and more. After he’s had his time being the center of attention, he gives it all to you. Allows you to play the pillow princess/prince/pet and devours and ruins you till you’re shaking and begging for him to stop. He learns all the moves that make you fall apart, and abuses them.

Jongho is absolutely obsessed with physical power. He’ll find every opportunity to manhandle you, no matter when or where you are. He loves to throw you around, loves to play fight/wrestle, and he can’t help but mark you in the places you tell him not to… just because he’s too strong for you to fight back. He fucks you good. Loves to pound you roughly, and then force you to ride him while you’re exhausted. He won’t help you cum, either. He watches you, desperate and dripping as you try to make yourself cum on his cock. His self control is amazing. He’ll stay hard as a rock as you struggle on top of him. But eventually, he’ll hold you up and fuck into you with all of his strength until you cum harder than you ever have before. He abuses your g spot, and twists you into positions that forces you to feel it even better. Nobody can do it like him.

[bits-and-babs]

Hey darling! Finally sending an ask, that link list inspired me haha. Pretty please can I have Din Djarin x mirror sex but specifically the mirror being a reflection from a piece of his armour across the room👀

Thanks in advance, love you long time 💕

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐒 — 𝐃𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍

» PAIRING : The Mandalorian x f!Reader

» CONTENTS : Sexy reflections, p in v sex, cream pie (wrap it, guys, I mean it), overstimulation, filthy Mando talk, use of Mando’a. 18+, ya nasties.

» DIN MASTERLIST : here || MAIN MASTERLIST : here

You know he can see you, that he’s noticed exactly what occupies your attention. Perhaps it’s shallow of you that you continue to have such an affinity for the armour even after all this time. His smooth, reflective breastplate gleams in the twin sunlight of Tatooine like a polished jewel, your face projected back to you on the surface.

The Mandalorian is observant. You are confident he’s twigged the way you never quite look into his visor, instead occupied by your own face staring back at you in the gouged ‘cheekbones’ of his helmet. He would often clear his throat to recapture your attention when you found yourself momentarily distracted by the mirror image in his chest plate.

Yes, you were aware of how it looked. It appeared self-obsessed, narcissistic even, but you couldn’t shake the vivid daydream that occupied your mind, rattling around while Mando spoke and drowning out his soft, husky voice.

Stars, you wanted to fuck him. Every waking moment of the day, you were consumed by your own arousal for The Mandalorian, all triggered by one solitary thought a few weeks ago when you had caught your reflection in his pauldron.

‘I’d be able to watch him fuck me’.

The salacious thought, previously only an intrusive yet fleeting imaginary scenario, had grown into a devastatingly consuming addiction. You imagined it, his chest plate reflecting his thick, ruddy cock spearing into you, your thighs slick with your own cum and glistening on the surface of the armour. How you’d see your own body tremble and writhe against the hangar floor, overcome by the arousal he drew from you and arching your ba-

“Hey,” Mando’s ever so slightly frustrated tone rips you from your scandalous daydream, rocking you back into reality. Overcome with embarrassment, you feel your skin burn hot under his questioning gaze. “You’re not listening.”

“I’m so sorry,” you speak quietly, and stars you mean it. It’s mortifying, being caught out like this. It’s easy to wonder if Mando thinks you consider yourself an Alderani princess, contemplating all the ways you can style your hair to be the most eligible at the Festival of Light ball.

“Do you-… Do you want to explain what the problem is?” He dares to ask, The Mandalorian’s voice lilting with mild concern, as though he’s concerned you may request to take his armour for yourself.

If only it were that simple.

“… It’s the reflection.” Your admittance makes Mando stop, his immovable helmet expression staring blankly at you in question. It was agonising. He wants you to spell it out to him.

You sigh heavily.

“I want-“

His cock splits you open, sinking deep inside of you and forcing you open around his girth. You sob out, arousal blooming through your nervous system as you watch the tears drip down your cheeks.

Mando had heard your ridiculous admittance with an open mind, answering simply by removing his breastplate. The click of the latch unlocking made your hairs stand on end, helplessly watching as he stood the armour up at the head of the tiny cot.

“Eyes on your reflection.”

He has you on your hands and knees, his gloves nipping at the skin of your bare hips. Mando hadn’t removed any other item of clothing, pulling his cock out of his flight-suit pants and immediately pushing inside of you.

“Ohhhfuck!” You squeak, his length sinking inside of you almost too easily, considering how little prep you’d been granted. The ridges of his cock push up against the sensitive spots inside of you, and you watch as your jaw drops at the overwhelming sensation.

“So wet. Do you walk around like this for me all the time?” He speaks. The modulator does little to hide the strain in his voice when your walls clamp down on him, desperate for more. “Leaking down your thighs for me, Sarad.”

You wail softly, staring at the reflection of The Mandalorian as his hips begin to rock forward and into you. His undulating body looks long and broad in the mirror image of the beskar armour. The rippling muscles of his abdomen flex and curl underneath the thin canvas of his black flight suit.

“Stars,” you wheeze as he suddenly picks up the pace, your fingers gripping tightly onto the bed sheets on the cot. Mando’s tentative testing seems to end, his hips picking up speed and force when he finds the confidence he will not hurt you.

Arching your back, you push your hips back into his thrusts. It sets off a string of grunts and groans from The Mandalorian. “Fuck- you’re so tight around me, Sarad. So tight and f-fucking wet.”

It’s so unusual for him; words usually buried deep unless absolutely necessary. You’re unsure you’ve ever heard him talk so much, his voice growing louder with each slap of his skin against the curve of your ass.

“Fuck- I’d… I’d let you ruin my armour with this pretty pussy,” he rambles, hands squeezing at every handful of flesh he can; your hips, your ass, your waist and breasts. “You can gr-hngg grind against it, mark it up with how wet you are. Make you lick it off-“

“Mando!” You choke out, each syllable of his utterly filthy words pulsing through you and blurring your vision of the chest plate with the tears that well in your eyes.

“Stars, just- Just mark me up with that pretty cunt. Stain my tassets. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Get to watch as you drag it over my beskar-“

You’re seeing double, the vision of Mando fucking into you at a mind-numbing pace making you light-headed. You can feel it build, feel it grow and tease at the edges of your body.

“I-I’m gunna c-ughhhh!”

Mando simply reaches around you, pushing the leather-clad pad of his thumb against your clit.

The supernova that blasts through you burns your muscles as they clamp down around him, sobbing loudly and forcing your eyes open to witness your writhing body in the outline of the armour.

Mando’s hips stutter in the image projected back to you, and you both watch and feel him bury deep inside you, cumming with a trembling groan. His palm splays across your lower back, pressing your upper body down against the mattress and continuing to fuck you through the obliterating overstimulation that follows.

Credits:

— Gif Credits unknown- let me know so I can tag you!

— Mandalorian divider created by me using Picsart stickers.

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[gabessquishytum]

Hob letting a whole bachelor party use his hole one after the other until the cum was dripping down his legs, you say? I could absolutely see that as Desire’s bachelor party.

Because they’re trying to be good for their fiancée, maybe they checked with Unity beforehand for permission to join in, or they’re content to simply sit back and enjoy the show, but either way they do insist that all the attendees have a turn. This includes their stick-up-his-ass brother Dream, who in their humble opinion desperately needs to cut loose and get his dick wet.

And while Hob could just be a sex worker Desire hired for the night, what I think would be even funnier is if Hob was one of Desire’s slutty friends, who eagerly said yes barely before Desire had finished sharing their idea.

And better yet, what if this was also Desire’s crazy idea to introduce Hob and Dream, in the hope that they’d hit it off? It’s a win-win scenario; either they’d have a wild sexy bachelor party, or they’d have a wild sexy bachelor party and give their brother a peace offering in the form of a sexy boyfriend and an amazing meet-cute story (I mean, who wouldn’t want to be able to say “I met my boyfriend when I and several other people used him as a cumdump at my sibling’s bachelor party”?) 😁

-🪽anon

SCREAMING about this. I really like the idea of Hob just being insane and horny. Maybe it's even his idea to be a cumdump in honour of Desire's upcoming union. Desire is just like "oh absolutely you know me SO well. also i want you to meet someone 👀" they don't tell Hob anything more than that. It's going to be the best party EVER.

Of course once the party starts (they're in a hotel suite, Desire and their friends, Unity is there too, and a few of the Endless siblings - Destiny opted out and Delirium is busy on the balcony yelling at people down in the street) there are shots, and probably an assortment of party drugs, and everyone is in the mood. So Hob gets on the bed on all fours, and Desire tells everybody to form an orderly queue. They want everyone to participate - consider it a wedding gift! Especially you Dream.

And because they're Desire's friends, nearly everyone pushes and shoves go get a turn with Hob. Dream ends up quite far down the line, and he's not really feeling it... who wants to have an orgy with various siblings in the same room? But then he gets a proper look at Hob and suddenly he wants. Desperately.

Hob is already dripping. He grins at Dream hazily, slurs something that might be "You're pretty". He looks absolutely blissful like there's nowhere he'd rather be than here, on Dream’s cock, overflowing with so much cum he can't move without leaking. For Dream, it's like love at first sight. This is the man he wants to spend his life with. He thinks he might actually be going insane.

It's a night that no one will forget. With the cumdump complete, pictures taken and Hob duly praised for being such a good slut, Dream takes him to clean up. And they fuck again in the shower, where Hob loops his arms around Dream’s neck and refuses to let go. Desire is feeling very smug indeed with their matchmaking, even though Unity scolds them for setting Dream up with a deranged slut.

When Dream and that deranged slut get married 3 years later, Unity has to admit - she was wrong. Those weirdos are totally meant to be together!

[bonny-kookoo]

For the ilysib couple 👀 Where they have an argument but realize that they can't be without each other & make up .. maybe with some smut ? 🙈

No smut in this, only suggestive at the end :)

"Jungkook you constantly do this, it's ridiculous!" You complain, shaking your head. "I'm done with this, fuck this!" You argue, not looking at him.

"You're not even letting me talk!" He whines back at you, frantically gesturing with his hands. "I didn't mean to come off like that, come on-" he attempts to make up his mistake, looking at you with a pleading gaze, and you roll your eyes- mostly because you know his stupid round eyes will surely make you cave in.

"You know how I hate it when you don't take me seriously! You didn't even ASK me if I wanted that!" You cry out, angrily folding a skirt you throw into your bag zipped up on the bed.

And that's when he does something that really makes you fume. He's got the audacity to take out each item you just packed, even holding something out of your reach when you grab after it. "Give me that, asshole-" you growl, and he shakes his head.

"You're not leaving like that." He shakes his head, pulling the entire bag off the bed, before he sits down on the side of it. "I was stupid, it was rushed, I should've asked you first, got it. I admit that, I take that, it's my fault-" he says, and you make the mistake to look at his stupid bambi-gaze, feeling your heated anger already losing its fire. "-But don't leave. Please." He asks, hands on his knees palms facing upwards. "I'm sorry I always treat you like I do, I'll really work on it." He promises, and you sigh, arms still crossed.

"I don't want you to change that.." you mumble, chewing on your lip. "I.. ugh I like it when you like, baby me and shit, I just.." you huff to yourself, averting your eyes from him. You've got no clue how to voice your thoughts and feelings, at all. Because you've gotten so attached to him that you've now become scared to be without him.

You've let him too close, and now you're stuck with him. Now it'll hurt when he leaves. And that scares you.

"I want you to take me seriously." You whine, and he reaches out his arms for you- something you almost instinctively walk towards, letting him pull you onto his lap, hands around your back keeping you secure.

"I am." He nods, and you decide that anger doesn't suit his pretty face.

"But I want you to.. baby me too. Like.. get me shit from shelves too high, and brush my hair, and all that cheesy shit you constantly do.." you say, and he sighs.

"But you can have both?" He wonders, tilting his head to somewhat look at your lowered face. "Just cause I care for you or call you cute and do those things for you doesn't mean I'm not taking you seriously anymore." He explains, and you just shrug, defeated.

"But sometimes I don't wanna be cute." You complain. "Sometimes I wanna be sexy. You know?" You ask, looking at him, and he shakes his head, laughing.

"You're both to me." He chuckles. "That's what makes you so amazing to me. You can switch from absolutely adorable to breathtakingly hot in a split second. Makes me dizzy sometimes, not gonna lie." He flirts, and you roll your eyes.

"You just wanna have post-argument-sex right now, admit it." He laughs, loudly so, throwing his head back, before he grins at you again.

"See? Right now you're both again-" he smiles, hands sneaking under your loose shirt. "Cute and sexy. And just for the record, while I wouldn't say no, I wasn't aiming for that." He says, trying to appear seriously.

"Ah well, you're getting it anyways.." you shrug, before you leave his lap, and flop down on the bed next to him on your back. "You're doing all the work though, I'm still huffy at you for pulling that shit." You say, and he laughs fo himself, leaning over you, quickly loosing his shirt.

"Don't worry.." he purrs down at you, eyes now sharp as they look down at you. "I'll take care of you."

[borderlinebelle]

Hi. We are all wearing meat/skin suits, lemme tell you something nice about yours, please?

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TODAY, I’ll be… live girlblogging body positive comments to all audience submitted photos on tumblr live.

Today: Saturday///September 16th///11am-4pm EST

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the general run down:

$10 VENMO = 1 positive review for 1 photo of anything below the neck, any and all body parts and genders are encouraged!

every body is beautiful and it would be my honor to keep your photos unseen while sharing an authentic description and positive comment! Yes.. even you, cis straight men, I know your dying to send those 🍆 pictures to someone because you’re not sending them to people without their permission right? Right. 👍🏽👀😅☺️

You keep the power.. Although a description of the photo is given on the live stream to the audience so they can participate, you can choose to send a pseudonym, keeping your body totally anonymous. Private reviews are not yet available!

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Do you have a part of your body that you want someone to look at but you’ve been too embarrassed to share it with many people?

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[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

🔞 Riot in something sexy!!

👀 couldn't resist, i love you anon

I even wrote a little something

Disclaimer: This is my personal headcanon of Simon's face. There are many others if you don't like mine and it's okay!

Setting: in the future, when they're (semi-publicly) official.

Overly-used trope: undercover operation/dress as a client+prostitute

Ghost grumbled something under his breath, sitting on the bed of the hotel suite, avoiding purposefully Gaz and Soap's grinning faces. He was already wearing his suit except the jacket, and was fucking ready to tear it off and strangle those two idiots.

"Are ye going tae take much longer, bonnie? Yer dashing partner is getting restless" Soap called loudly, earning another low growl from Ghost.

"Coming!" The door to the bathroom opened, and Riot appeared on the treshold, all dolled up and with a mischievous, big smile.

As big as the slits on the dress she was wearing.

"You look good" Gaz congratulated her as she stepped into the bedroom, doing a playful twirl. Soap's jaw was almost resting on his chest, speechless, while Simon was plainly staring. And sweating.

"No" Ghost and Soap said at the same time, shaking their heads. Gaz started laughing.

"What do you mean, 'no'?" Riot pretended to not understand, batting her long eyelashes innocently while she walked to the bed where Ghost was still sitting. "Price said I'm supposed to look like a whore, that in that party the only women present are..."

"Absolutely fucking not" Ghost almost barked, his hands balled in fists on his knees.

"Yer not going out in that!" Soap shook his head, crossing his arms. "Not happening"

Gaz was laughing his ass off by then.

"But why...? Price said I had to look sexy..." Christine smirked, stopping right in front of Simon, and raised one of her legs to playfully place her heeled foot on the bed frame, right between his legs. "Do I look sexy, cariño?"

Ghost stared at her legs, all the way from her thin ankles, up to her strong thighs and further because the fucking skirt of the dress was now bunched up around her hips, teasing the red lace beneath.

Red.

Fuckin' Hell

His trousers were almost cutting his blood circulation.

"You're not going out in that, and that's final" He grunted, trying to cling to his self-control to avoid just grabbing her right there and pulling her to his lap. "Choose another dress"

"But Price..."

"Ah will speak with fucking Price but yer not wearing that" Soap intervened, walking to the suite door. "In fact am gonna tell him a piece of meh mind"

Gaz opened the door dutifully to allow him to go out.

"But what do I do about this dress then?" She pouted, trying hard not to smile, and Ghost took air in, patiently.

"... leave it here. For later" Because I'm gonna tear it off of you

"Oh" Smiling, she leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose before going back to the bathroom. He purposefully avoided looking at the still grinning Gaz.

She took shorter this time to go out, wearing another short dress, but this one at least had more fabric.

"This one?" She did another twirl after walking to her previous position between his legs.

Ghost just grunted in approval, caressing her leg right where the hem of the skirt ended, and resisting the temptation to slide his fingers up.

Riot looked at Gaz, still smiling, and winked. Gaz smiled back and bowed.

It had been Gaz's idea, to show the first dress (which she reeeeally did not want) to get Ghost to agree on the second.

Poor Price.

[cloudlessly-light]

I have this promt here if you are interested. (Please be interested🤭🥺) so it’s about jealous Hotch cause I’m sucker for jealous Hotch. Okay, so new young agent or police officer who has crush on Emily ends up on plane with them. He is bold and tries to flirt with Em and sit next to her. Hotch is pissed and immediately tells him that he should respect federal agent AND HIS WIFE. Then later Emily shows Hotch that she’s only his. It’ll be bonus if some biting and marking will be there👀 thank you 🥰

A/N: You guys voted and jealous Hotch won out, I hope this doesn't disappoint! Anon, thank you for sending this idea and I hope you like it! Title: You give me peace Summary: A young agent flirts with Emily and Aaron does not like it. Word count: 3,5k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, jealousy, oral, biting/marking, dirty talk, multiple orgasms

Looking back at it, Aaron isn’t sure how detective Mark Davenport ended up on the plane with them. One moment they were talking victimology and the next they were on the jet heading to New York with this man on the case with them.

He knew why he was irritated, why he was sweating under his suit and his fingers twitched as he gripped the armrest of the chair. It was because that same detective had not so subtly been flirting with Emily, his wife the entire morning and while he knew Emily would never cheat or even encourage it, it didn’t seem to deter the other man.

They had just taken off from the strip, Emily sitting on the other side of the plane with Mark in front of her as he leaned forward over the table talking to her. Aaron couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but the way the younger man focused on his wife made his jaw clench.   

Derek sat beside him, his eyes moving from his unit chief to the detective with amusement. It was clear that Aaron was bothered, jealousy seeping off him in a way that he’d usually never would let slip in front of them. He’s sure that it’s because it’s their first case back since their honeymoon, their matching rings gleaming under the lights of the jet, that Aaron was still very much enjoying the newlywed life and did not expect a young and attractive man to pay such close attention to Emily.   

“Hey Hotch, relax.” He said and Aaron looked at him with furrowed brows. “You’re going to rip the leather.”   

It’s the first time he notices just how hard he’s gripping the armrest, knuckles white and fabric dented and he releases it.  

“Sorry.” He mutters and his eyes meet Emily’s dark stare from across the plane, her amusement almost as clear as Derek’s and he took a deep breath to calm himself.

She knew that Aaron was jealous, could feel his irritation growing by the hour, a part of her hated it, hated that her husband would ever feel anything but love from her. But another part enjoyed it, found it incredibly sexy that Aaron looked like he wanted to kill Mark Davenport as he flirted with her. She knew it was dumb, that she should be irritated by the blatant show of machoism, but she wasn’t. She noticed the tension on his face, held back a poorly hidden grin by biting on the inside of her cheek before turning her attention back to Davenport.

“Do you come to New York often?” He asks as he leans even further forward on the small table.  

“No, only for cases really.” She answers as she twists her wedding ring, hoping to catch his attention. In her peripheral she saw Aaron’s glare and it surprised her that this man seemed to have gotten under her husband’s skin. It wasn’t unusual that she was hit on, but Aaron had never seemed bothered before.   

“Maybe we should change that.” He grins at her, a smile that she’s sure he thinks is charming but to her only seems overbearing.  

“How about we focus on the case?” Aaron’s voice sounds loud in the jet and she’s acutely aware of the way he’s staring at her, knows that he had counted down the minutes for the team to be allowed to move around the cabin.

She unbuckles the seatbelt and moves to sit on the couch so they’re all closer and the detective follows close behind, sitting down closer to her than he should. For a second she’s afraid that Aaron would knock him out, the look on his face dark and bordering on aggressive.  

“Is there a problem?” Mark seemed to have noticed it too, his eyes questioning as he looked across the aisle to Aaron.  

“I don’t know, is there?” Aaron stares him down, his shoulders squared back knowing that it made him look even more imposing than he already was. “Maybe you should respect the personal space of a federal agent. And my wife.”    

If Emily wasn’t still worried about the fact that Aaron looked ready to attack the young man beside her, she would have busted out laughing at the way Mark’s face paled and jaw dropped. His eyes were wide as he looked between her and Aaron. The rest of the team seemed to be in the same predicament, JJ the worst at hiding her smirk across from Aaron at the four-seat table.  

“Y-your wife? I-I didn’t realize…” He looks accusingly at Emily who just raises her eyebrow at him. 

“Don’t look at her look at me.” Aaron’s voice is close to a growl and Emily knew that if they hadn’t been on the plane that he’d probably would have gotten in Mark’s face. “Move away from her. Now.”  

He shuffled away from her in seconds, the confidence he exuded completely vanished as Aaron kept his dark eyes on him. Emily met Dave’s eyes with amusement, a smirk playing on her lips as the older man winked at her. Then she looked back at Aaron, his stare intense and she felt the familiar heat of arousal in her belly, felt the flush creep up her cheeks. 

The usually very short flight had never seemed longer. 

* 

Emily finds him alone in the conference room of the station in New York they were working in later that afternoon. Normally she wouldn’t ever cross the line from subordinate to wife while they were still working, but she couldn’t seem to help herself as she closed the blinds to keep prying eyes out. 

“Honey?” She asked and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Are you alright?” She spoke against his ear and she felt the tension in his body dissipate some. 

“I lost my temper, I’m sorry.” He mumbled as he enjoyed the feeling of her warm body against his. “I was just…”  

“Jealous?” She finished for him with a grin. When he released a sigh she let her lips graze his earlobe “Don’t you know I’m yours honey?” She bit gently on the lobe and his hand grabbed her wrist in warning then turned around to face her. 

“I didn’t appreciate the way he flirted with you.” His hands moved to grab her around her waist and pulled her into him before grabbing her chin to hold her still. “He looked at you like only I’m allowed to look at you.”  

Again, the feeling of want made her thighs clench together. She could tell that he noticed, his hands gripping a little tighter, his eyes turning a little darker. When he leaned down to kiss her it was claiming and hard, everything he’d never be when they were still working and she let out a low noise of surprise against his lips.  

“I’m yours.” She breathed, she knew that she’d never be anyone else’s. 

* 

There’s tension as they walk down the corridor towards the room they share later that night. Emily felt him behind her as she rummaged through her purse to find the keycard, his body imposing as he pressed close to her. She knew that the moment the door closed behind them, that he would be on her, something almost desperate in the way his touch had lingered on her throughout the day finally boiling down to this.  

But she catches him off guard, knows that she has from the way his body slams into the door as she pushes him against it the moment they’re inside. Her tongue pries his lips apart, tastes the familiar taste of him with a happy sigh as her hands starts to tear at her clothes. 

“Sweetheart…” He tried to slow her down, but she only shook her head, her want for him overpowering everything else. 

“I need you.” She mumbled against his lips, then kissed along his jaw, nipping at the column of his throat as she ripped his tie off him. “I’ve wanted you since the plane. Wanted you all day.”  

Aaron’s head fell back against the door with a dull thud as he let her continue to kiss down his body, her fingers quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt and pushing it, together with his jacket off his shoulder. He looked down as she kneeled in front of him, her cheeks flushed pink and eyes almost black in the dim light of their room. 

“You like when I’m jealous.” He stated quietly as he pushed some of her dark hair away from her face. His thumb swiped over her bottom lip, a low groan sounding in his throat as she nodded. 

“Yes.” She whispered and then she licked over the bulge in his pants, her tongue wetting the fabric of his pants as she trailed her tongue along his shaft.  

“Fuck, Em.” He grunted as he kept his eyes on her, watched as she got his belt buckle undone and then unzipped his pants before pulling them down along with his boxers. When her tongue moved over his heated skin his fingers tangled in the soft strands of her hair. 

She knew she was teasing him, the tip of her tongue lapping at his tip before slowly moving down the length of him. Her eyes flickered up to his face, a low moan sounding from her when she was met by his strained face, eyes glinting and jaw slightly slack. 

“You never need to worry about another man.” She told him quietly, her words landing in soft puffs against his cock before she sucked his cockhead. Her tongue swirled around him and then she pulled back much to his dismay. “I’ll never be anybody else’s.” Once again she took him in her mouth, her clit pulsing at the low groan that erupted from him. “I’ve never belonged to anybody but you.”  

Aaron couldn’t stop himself from pushing her down this time, his own want for her becoming too much. He kept his fingers tangled in her hair, pushed slowly against her face as he kept his eyes on her. His shaft moved along her wet tongue, pushing deeper and deeper and then pulled back just as slowly, fucking her face with sure strokes. 

“Baby, fuck I love your mouth.” He breathed as Emily swallows around him, her eyes turning glassy as she gagged on him. When she hummed around him, his knees buckled at the vibrations from her throat, forcing himself all the way down her throat. She choked on him but it didn’t stop her, she kept bopping her head, licked along his shaft, moaned when his fingers massaged her scalp. 

“You’re going to make me come.” He growled and tried to pull back from her but she wouldn’t let him. Instead her hand wrapped around his base as she sucked harder on his tip, making his breathing hitch as the pleasure built quickly. He saw the glint in her eye, saw how she nodded, wordlessly letting him know what she wanted.  

Emily kept her eyes on him as he leaned against the door, his breathing coming out in harsher breaths as he gave in to what his body craved.  She felt his hand tighten and loosen in her hair, saw the way his jaw clenched and eyes closed as his head fell back. The growl in his throat was her only warning before he came, his release hot and salty on her tongue. She swallowed down everything he gave her with a moan, her hand pumping his shaft until he was twitching and pushing her away. 

She sat back on her heels, licked some of his cum of her lip and waited for him to look at her again. Her hand gently stroked over his hip and down the outside of his thigh to help bring him back down from his high. When he released a long sigh and his muscles relaxed she stood back up and pressed a lingering kiss against his lips. 

Aaron let out a noise of satisfaction, his fingers gripping her hips tightly before moving up under her shirt. 

“Now it’s your turn.” He all but growled before pushing her back towards the bed, his hands quickly getting her shirt off her body, followed by her pants. By the time she was laying back on the bed she was naked and panting and he hovered above her.  

“Aaron, touch me.” She gasped against his lips, her teeth tugging on his bottom lip for a moment. He smirked at her when they pulled apart, almost a look of arrogance on his face as he trailed one hand down her body, his touch searing as he spread her thighs wide apart. 

“Going to take you apart, sweetheart,” He mumbled as he kissed down her throat, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh and leaving a mark that made her hiss. “going to make you forget every man you’ve ever met.” His tongue licked over the bitemark, soothing the skin and then he kissed further down her body, stopping at her chest to lap at a nipple. 

“Fuck…” Her eyes closed as she let him take control of her pleasure. 

“Going to make you scream my fucking name.” He whispered before sucking the other nipple between his teeth and bit down hard enough to make her arch in painful pleasure. 

“Aaron!” She tugged on his short hair and he grinned down at her, a look close to feral on his face. He sucked a hickey into her soft flesh and then pushed two fingers inside of her without warning, making her moan breathlessly. His fingers curled inside of her as he continued to press heated kisses down her body, not stopping until he was in between her thighs and his tongue licked a broad stripe over her clit. 

The sound that ripped from her throat was loud and deep and it made him only press his tongue harder against the bundle of nerves. The hand not between her thighs moved up to her chest, easily finding a nipple and tweaking it. Emily gasped, his touch seemingly everywhere at once. Her fingers gripped his hair, tugging hard and he grunted against her, the vibrations of his voice making pleasure shoot up her spine as he sucked on her clit. She grinded into his touch and Aaron quickly let go of her breast to pin her down, his forearms strong as he pressed her down against the bed.

“Baby,” She whimpered and his fingers curled hard inside of her in response “make me come, please.”

Aaron hummed, eyes flicking up to watch the desperation on her face. He circled her clit with his tongue then pulled back and she whined.

“You look so pretty like this.” He whispered as he continued to watch her. “You look so pretty begging for me.”

“Please…” She gasped and it made him chuckle.

“Just like that, sweetheart.” He leaned further down, his lips grazing her clit as he spoke. “Come for me, show me how good I make you feel.” When he sucked her clit back between his lips she let out a cry that was sure heard through the walls of their hotel room but it only urged him on. He didn’t stop until she was coming with his name falling from her lips, thighs trembling around his head as she kept him in place.

Emily moaned as he continued to push his fingers in and out, his tongue turning gentle as she came back down slowly. When her legs relaxed he started to slowly kiss up her body again. He laid between her spread legs, his cock hard again as he kissed the air from her lungs.

“I love you.” She whispered against his face, her hand gentle against his cheek as she stroked it.

“I love you too.” He told her just as quietly before kissing her again. He felt her hand on his cock, guiding her towards her and then he thrust inside of her, breaking their kiss with a grunt. “You feel so good.”

“You do too.” Her hips pushed up against his almost instinctively, wanting him as deep as possible. She wrapped her legs around his waist and Aaron grunted against her shoulder as he started to thrust, his hips strong against hers.

He knew that she was breaking the skin of his back and arms from the way she was clinging to him, knew that just like he wanted to mark her up as his, she wanted to do the same thing to him. He hissed against her skin, his body reacting to the sting by fucking her harder.

“Just like that.” She gasped, the flush on her cheeks creeping down towards her chest as he continued to move above her. “Fuck, baby just like that.”

They move together, the room sounding of moans and grunts and skin slapping together until Emily was muffling her moans of pleasure into his shoulder, her teeth digging into his skin to keep from crying out too loud.

“That’s it, come for me.” He grunted, sweat covering his body as her tight walls trembled around his shaft. Her body was straining against his, muscles tensing as she came again and he smirked down at her, this time not stopping even when she was squirming.

“Fuck Aaron-”

“Again.” He interrupted her, his pace somehow quickening and hand moving between them to rub at her clit.

She moaned, whatever word on her tongue disappearing as he used his knowledge of her body against her. She watched through heavy eyelids as he got up on his knees between her legs, watched his strong body as he thrust into her over and over again. It wasn’t long until she felt the heat in her stomach build again, could only grip the sheets in a vain attempt to keep herself grounded as he groaned above her, dark eyes wild as he watched her.

“Come on baby, let go.” He encouraged, voice thick and dark. He pinched her sensitive clit and it sent her over the edge for a third time. This time she couldn’t hold back her loud moans and Aaron grinned as she cried out. “Good girl.” He grunted and then pulled out only to flip her body around.

She was still trembling from her orgasm when she pushed herself up on her knees and elbows, a low whimper on her tongue when he pushed back inside of her again. His hands were bruising on her hips, pulling her body back against his to meet each one of his thrusts.

“Jesus, fuck, Aaron!” She moaned and she could hear his groan of satisfaction behind her.

“Touch yourself,” He leaned over her, his ear by her neck “come one more time for me.”

When she immediately complied he grinned into the back of her neck, kissed her shoulder quickly before moving back up on his knees. He could feel his own orgasm building, the pleasure of her beginning to become too much. Her pussy was clinging to him, her body moving back against his even when her upper body fell against the bed.

“Don’t stop, fuck baby don’t stop.” She mumbled through harsh breaths as her fingers rubbed quickly over her clit. Her body was exhausted but like always he managed to bring her to the edge again. His fingers tightened on her hips, his hips stuttering and she knew that he was getting close as well.

“Come with me, Em.” He growled and she tightened around him, her hips buckling. When her body tensed and she muffled her moan into the bed he let go as well, coming inside of her as she trembled around him. “Fuck baby, fuck you feel so good.” He mumbled through his release, the pleasure making his eyesight whiten out and hips stuttering.

Emily was still shaking when he pulled out and collapsed beside her, her breathing labored and mind hazy from pleasure. She moved so she could lay halfway on top of him, her head on his shoulder as she stroked over his chest, feeling his heartbeat in his chest.

“That,” She started and waited until he was looking at her “was fucking incredible.” She smiled into a kiss that he happily returned through a chuckle.

“You’re incredible.” He told her, his fingers on her jaw. “But if another man ever flirts with you like that and you don’t put a stop to it, I might not be this nice.”

Emily smirked, an eyebrow raising as she did.

“I really don’t see the problem with that, Mr. Hotchner.”

Aaron was quick to roll on top of her a growl in his voice when he spoke next.

“Maybe you shouldn’t try me, Mrs. Hotchner.”

“How about you always get a room on another floor from now on?” JJ’s voice suddenly sounds through the wall, making them both freeze.

“Or maybe even another hotel?” Dave calls from the room on the other side.

When Emily sees the look of embarrassment on Aaron’s face she laughs, her body shaking against his.

“Well,” She starts through breathless laughs “At least they know how good you fuck me.”

“Emily!” Three voices sound in unison.

[reveluving]

Bruce turning Batmom into a pretzel in the bat mobile bc he couldn't wait to ravage her 👀

o h o h o ? ABSOLUTELY. THANK YOU ANON HEHE ❤

warning: smut (minors DNI!)

You're really going to have to be careful if you don't wanna accidentally push the Batmobile's buttons. More so when he has you straddling him. Bruce in his Batsuit and cowl off is always a sight to see. Your husband, the Dark Knight kissing you feverishly while his hands wander, from your back, to your sides, your thighs and repeat.

He'd kiss down your jaw, pulling your head back to attack your neck. You were so close to giving in when you realized he was going to be a little rough tonight.

Not that you minded at all.

"T-The kids," You'd stutter, afraid he forgot about the comms. Making Babs hear you in such a state was one thing but putting the rest of the kids through that too?

Yeah, no.

"Off," That was his only response before proceeding to lick and nibble spot between your neck and shoulder when the top half of your dress shirt's buttons have been popped open. That, and your bra pulled down, skirt bunched up and panties to the side, it took a everything in Bruce not to rip free of his suit. For now, he'd settle for your pleasure. That didn't mean his hips wouldn't buck every now and then.

He take one glove off, using that bare hand to glide down to your clit. The groan he'd let out sent shivers down your spine, only for it to intensify when he spanks you with his other, clothed hand.

"Can't fucking wait to take you when he get home," He'd growl, watching your lips part with half lidded eyes. He'd ease in two fingers, those thick middle and ring fingers, into your throbbing hole. The squelching, your pretty cries, his desperate groans. The way he make you ride them, you were forced to lean in closer, practically smushing his face with your breasts.

Is he against it? Absolutely not! That devilish mouth of his is going to find those pretty nipples of yours. And as soon as you come around his fingers, he's not letting it go to waste. He'd smirk at you before making you suck his fingers, glistening with your juices. His breathing would become heavier than ever as you'd playfully bob your head as you'd do with his cock before smashing his lips against yours for a taste.

The best way, in his opinion. Especially when he can bring out the sexy and playful side of you.

Pray you're not called in the next day, because he wasn't lying about ravaging you as soon as the two of you got home.

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Bless for more Batmom smut! ❤ Like I said, Batsuit on, cowl off? W o w. Thank you so much anon!!

[dearestones]

Sweet Surprise (L x Reader)

Warnings: Implied smut, implied NSFW, food play. 

Anonymous Request: Hello!! For your follower celebration may I please request "well, how do i look? " and/or " how about a little midnight snack? " with L from death note (I love how you write him!!) 👀 I was thinking some smut or slight smut could be fitting — maybe a sexy outfit and something sweet to eat ;) but feel free to change it up! Thank you 🖤

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It's not often you can catch your dearest L off guard. As observant and detail focused as he was, there were certain aspects of romance he must have missed or must have misunderstood. For weeks now, you had been gently teasing the idea of spicing up your fun in the bedroom. While the sex was usually fulfilling, you wanted to surprise your lover with something fresh.

Something new.

You had cooked up the idea (or rather, you literally baked it) after you thought about how much sugar L seemed to consume on a day to day basis. You were well aware of his preferences and his reasoning for his propensity for confections and pastries (how could you forget the first time you had asked and he replied so nonchalantly? B\back then, you wondered if he was joking with you), but you wanted to know...

Just how far would he go for an extra bit of sugar?

And would he be willing... to share that little bit of sugar with you?

While L was busy with some sort of investigation that called him away to another location, you were preparing yourself for the hardest undertaking of your life. You were by no means a terrible baker, but you weren't a high quality chef hailing from France. However, you pushed forward with your plan—a part of you wished that you instead ordered from the best patisserie in the city, but you wanted to add in your own special twist to show how much you cared for your dear detective.

That, and you didn't have the money to fund such an undertaking.

After a couple hours of painstaking measuring, referring to various recipes that you found online, and one hasty, embarrassing call to Watari, you managed to make strawberry shortcake, a lemon meringue pie, cannoli, and a few macarons. While your confections were not as picturesque as the pastries one would see on the storefronts of bakeries and in fancy cookbooks, you were proud of your hard work. The strawberry shortcake was made and garnished with real strawberries, the lemon meringue was heavenly to smell (and even better to shovel into your mouth), and the macarons (while appearing rather uneven and smooshed) were still pretty cute to look at and even better to eat!

However, despite your hard work, you still needed to prepare a few special things...

Where was that whipped cream you had made from scratch? And how many fruits should you cut into cute shapes to be served into bowls?

For the better part of one hour, you spent that time plating your creations, cleaning and dusting your quarters, and slipping into something a bit more... comfortable.

And perhaps, something that would suit L's tastes.

Finally, after you were satisfied with your work, you received a short, terse text from your lover. Although his words were short, as was customary when he was using burner phones to contact you, you still smiled and sent a quick text back. It was in his nature to be aloof at times, having not had many opportunities to explore human relationships in depth as he was with you.

For whatever reason, the group of detectives that was working with L had decided that they should turn in early. That wasn't often the case, especially since L came in high demand whenever he deigned to work with others. More often than not, you were greeted by an L in the very late hours of the night. You wondered if L had stepped on a few toes harder than necessary, but you shrugged that thought away.

It certainly wasn't your business and frankly, most of the matters he was affiliated with flew well above your head.

Regardless of the core reason for the sudden departure from work, you were glad for it.

In your haste to prepare, you had grossly overestimated the time it took to bake. You had been proud that you finished ahead of schedule, but felt a little embarrassed that if L arrived too early or too late, that could affect the taste of the pastries.

Now that a potential disaster had been averted, you freshened up, straightened a few chairs and utensils, and then patiently sat at the kitchen table, your fingers tapping a nonsensical tune upon the wooden grain. 

At a quarter past seven, a few minutes after his text, you heard the light jangling of keys followed by the telltale sound of the doorknob turning.

Your heart beat fast in your chest, your hands became clammy, but you smiled your broadest, happiest smile. This was it. You were going to find out if your lover was going to take the bait that you had worked so hard on.

Slowly, he shuffled in, his bare feet padding upon the floor. Although his posture was slouched and his head turned a little towards the floor, you saw that his eyes were quickly darting from direction to direction, a pointer finger resting on his bottom lip.

When he finally stopped, a gradual halt that was punctuated with a delightful little hum as he glanced at the table, his head lifted up slightly to look between you and the pastries. For a moment, his eyes widened before he forcefully blinked and returned to his normal state of detached neutrality.

"Well," you gestured down at your makeshift outfit," how do I look?"

With your homemade whipped cream and some cut up fruits, you had decided to cover your skin in the sweets. You thought about cutting a slice or two from each of your pastries, but decided that it would ruin the presentation and you didn't want to get any stickier than you already were.

(You didn't mind if he got you stickier via... certain methods).

As his dark eyes gazed at you, your face heated and again, your hands becoming clammier with sweat. What if L wasn't into food play? Would he laugh and pay more attention to the pastries? Or worse, would he think less of you?

Would he love you any less?

Finally, as you were busy sinking into an existential crisis, L moved closer to you until he was a scant few inches away. Both of your gazes were glued to one another and then, when you thought the worst was going to happen, he slowly leaned in close so that his lips were practically brushing against the skin of your cheek.

"Good evening," he murmured.

You huffed a laugh, most of the tension that had coiled deep into your stomach loosening in response.

"I baked all afternoon and dressed up for you and that's the first thing you say to me?" Your fingers gently massaged his scalp, his hair deceptively soft and fluffy to the touch. He may not care about his general appearances, but you knew that he was particular about his hygiene, even if upon first glance, most people would think otherwise.

His lips pressed against your skin, but the contact was all too brief. Before you could relish in his touch, he drew back a few centimeters—already too far a gap that you needed to bridge.

"Isn't saying hello to loved ones after a long day of work the customary thing to do?" He drew back in and placed another kiss upon the shell of your ear. You shivered under his ministrations, but stayed still. "Or would you rather I sample the delicacies that you made for me today?"

You closed your eyes and tried to calm your racing heart. 

"Yes. Please." It was getting harder for you to breathe. Heat was rising to the surface and you felt your insides coil once more, but with want and desire rather than apprehension. "Please," you said again, as if he didn't hear you the first time.

"Okay, then."

You were barely cognizant of the mischievous nature of his tone before you found yourself bereft of his warmth. Stunned and mortified by the fact that your lover left you—he left you???—you opened your eyes only to find that he had grabbed a knife and was busy cutting into the strawberry shortcake.

He appeared to ignore you, but you could see that a corner of his lips were upturned just so.

"Stop messing with me! L!"

"Hmmm?" He hummed as he delicately placed a forkful of cake into his mouth. "But you said that I could sample the delicacies?"

You pouted and slumped into your chair, not at all caring that you were smearing whipped cream in places that would be hard to clean.

"Well yeah, but..."

"But?"

You hung your head and crossed your arms. "I meant me."

Your voice was small and it wavered just the tiniest bit. He was teasing you, but it felt so real and it crushed you to think that your hard work wasn't being acknowledged.

You were about to rise from your seat, but you felt his presence in front of you once more. Before you could say anything, he leaned in close—so close!—so that your noses were brushing against each other.

"You know, sometimes sweets are so pretty to look at that I can't bear to eat them! But..." He turned his head to the side. "If you insist, then I shall indulge."

He licked your cheek, down the line of your jaw, and slowly but surely, down to the rest of your body that craved and quivered under his exploratory, but gentle touch. 

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[kitsunefox1108]

Can we have Monsoon, Sam and Raiden with colleague s/o who is also a robotics expert that made them a cybernetic dick for sexy times 👀

for me, this request seemed funny, I didn't even know how to write it with a serious face :_

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RAIDEN

Raiden had been seriously injured after his first encounter with Sam, and needed repairs and a desirable upgrade.

however, you took it too literally. Raiden got a new suit, but along with it.... a dick.

Raiden woke up on the operating table.

- "Hello Y/N. How did everything go?"

- "Hello, Raiden. I've updated your costume, firmware, and other little things."

Raiden looks around, and is generally pleased until he saw... groin.

- "Y/N... damn, and... why would I that?"

You blushed embarrassedly, but you didn't hide your smile.

"That's... well... Raiden, I've had feelings for you for a long time, and... this is in case you don't mind my feelings. Or if you go back to your wife after you finish everything." - you muttered, realizing that Raiden wouldn't just agree to be with you when he has a son.

However, Raiden grinned and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him.

"Don't worry, I'll complete the mission and we'll use it later."

JETSREAM SAM

Sam asked you for costume improvements before he goes to a decisive duel with Raiden. You were worried about him because you were very attached to Sam, as he was to you, which is why you decided to make every effort to make Sam win

A couple of hours later, Sam wakes up. Looking around, he sees your tired but happy face while you stroke his hand.

- "good morning, my owl." - You say with a smile, kissed Sam on the forehead.

Sam nods, and looking at your work, he sees...dick.

- "Darling, is this such a joke?"

you looked away, embarrassed.

- "in case you win... celebrate together. If you don't mind... "

Sam grinned excitedly hint. He kissed you on the lips, after which, without changing the distance from your lips, he said, "of course, beloved, we will celebrate."

MONSOON

- "Darling, what the hell is this?)" - with a tense smile, Monsoon asked you, pressing you against the wall.

-" Monsoon..I... I don't know, I can't tell you without embarrassment. "- you turn your head away, but Monsoon turns it back to him, grinning.

You swallow.

- "Okay... I did it in order to make love to you. You're happy now, aren't you?"

"so that's the thing..." - mumbles monsoon, after which, grinning again, caresses your neck.

- Why don't we test it now?

[the-magicians-blue]

hey. ill give u some candy if u make more micah yujin content pspsps

👀 I would like twix please and thank you. Speaking of sweet things…

ALSO TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY WHO ARE THEY???

5:37pm

The biggest surprise Micah got when he started dating you was how sweet you actually are and how much you’re into him. He knew you liked him, but it’s not until you become a little more open and honest with him that he feels you love for him is as deep as his love for you. Of course the feisty side of you is still there and he still finds your back and forth banter exciting and sexy but BOI does he love your sweeter side. You were so gentle with him sometimes he felt one day he’d just melt and turn into a puddle of Micah. He’d like to think you’d still love him though.

You always make a point to set time aside to spend with him, even if its just a movie and cuddles before bed or a long video call on nights when he can’t be with you physically. He swears he was sent to heaven when he noticed your planner had ‘Micah Time <3’ on literally every day. Like how can someone be that cute??? He doesn’t get it??? Of course he never tells you that he saw your planner but every now when you call him or join him on the couch he’ll casually ask:

“Oh? Is it Micah time Angel? Good. I missed ya~”

To this day you aren’t sure if its a coincidence or if he knows.

On days where you’re both free to spend more time together sometimes you take him off guard with having something planned for you to do together. His favorite is when you find a desert recipe to try and make. He loves sweets and cooking. Adding you to the mix makes them a million times better for him. You two made a cake together once for his birthday and it became his favorite birthday gift to date.

Of course you being sweet doesn’t bar him from teasing you. The one thing he will never let you live down was when he caught you simping over him while gaming on call with your friend. You thought he was in the kitchen and you were in the clear to talk about him. Little did you know the sneaky man had decided to record your call onto his computer while you were distracted by the game and your friend when he overheard the mention of his name when he walked by the door. He listened in from a different room and was both floored and over the moon about how you described him to your friends. He’ll never admit it but he cried hearing what you had to say about him.

“He’s just so… amazingly perfect? Like yeah I wanna beat his ass half the time but like in a romantic way? It’s weird I deadass hated this man a few months ago and now I get depressed if I don’t hear from him at least once a day. This man has me in a choke hold and it concerns me that I’m becoming more an more ok with it. Like brodie I am DOWN BAD for this man. He could literally try to seduce me in that dumb weenie costume he has and I’d still think he’s cute. It’s weird… I don’t ever think I’ve been into someone this much before, especially in such a short time. It’s scary, but in a good way I guess…”

Later that night he showed up in his weenie costume with a smirk as started flirting with you, giving you the corniest jokes he’s got. When you laugh and tell him to leave and take the costume off he raises an eyebrow and goes:

“Oh? Why should I? If I’m remembering correctly didn’t you say you’d still think I’m cute weenie suit or not? I thought you were down bad for me~ Don’t try and deny it angel, I’ve got it all recorded.”

To this day he thanks the universe that he thought to have his camera ready because the look on your face was priceless for him. He even keeps as his home screen (not lock screen he would never allow anyone else to see such a cute reaction) or sends it to you randomly whenever you think you have the upper hand in one of your banters. However he never sends the actual recording to you. Thats his and his alone to hear. Whenever he has to be away from your home for a long period of time or he wants your attention while your working he’ll listen to to remind himself that you love him just as much as he does and even if you’re both busy eventually Micah Time will come around and he’ll have you to himself. Can’t have Micah Time without his angel right?

[lovejosephquinn]

Authors Note: I got too excited at my thoughts and wrote it anyway. Inspired by the video at Paris con 👀

Warnings: a mixture of fluff and smut, my fave.

Under 18's DNI.

It was all very beautiful, Joe had whisked you away on a surprise weekend away to the city of Paris, one that he'd gone on so much about for a while; a place you'd also never been too. He'd truly gone all out, the moment you arrived at the hotel, you wondered what the hell you were doing there, someone as common as you in a stunning building like this shouldn't be allowed, but here you were.

As you stepped into your room, you ran out to the balcony and saw the Eiffel tower as clear as day in the distance, stood proud, your smile beaming. Joe moved behind you, wrapping his arms around you. "What do you think?" He hummed pressing his lips to the back of your head.

"What do I think? Joe it's incredible. You didn't have to-"

"You're worth it baby." Your hands enveloped Joe's, stroking his knuckles, your head resting back into his chest as you took a deep sigh. "It's perfect."

After a wonderful day of shopping, exploring and eating your weight in pastries and other French delicacies, your feet were in agony and hand in hand you both made it back to the room, landing onto the comfortable bed situated in the middle of the space.

"I could sleep for a week after that." You yawned. You'd planned to go back out for a meal tonight but after all the steps you'd put in today, you were basically running on fumes.

"You don't want to go back out?" Joe leaned onto his side, stroking his fingers through your hair.

"I mean we can-"

"Or we can have a shower and get room service?" Joe smirked as you shot upwards like an excited child, that sounded a way better offer at this moment in time.

"I'll take that as a yes then love." He chuckled.

Joe stood and moved round to your side of the bed, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom, peppering kisses all over your face. He put you down and you began to get undressed, Joe followed suit and you stopped in your tracks.

"What're you doing?" You furrowed your brows.

"I said WE can shower, that means together."

You bit down on your slip, watching him under hooded eyelashes knowing exactly what he was hinting at. You dropped down onto your knees before him, his eyes grew and mouth gaped open.

"Now, what're you doing?" Joe licked his lips, mirroring you biting your lip once more.

You trailed your fingers from his stomach down to his cock, spitting onto your hand, you wrapped your fist around the semi erection, jerking slowly, gawking up at his face watching his head fall back from the sudden contact. "Fuck. You are full of surprises."

You giggled innocently. "I could say the same about you Joey." His face shot back down to yours and huffed a laugh, clearly being thanked and appreciated for the gesture of this weekend.

You watched his length grow caged in your hand, your jerking movements becoming slightly faster as a gasp fell out of his mouth. "Use that pretty mouth, I want to see you suck my cock." Joe murmured, almost not stringing the sentence together.

"As you wish." You winked up at him, causing his cheeks to flush, you were undeniably sexy the way you submitted to him like that.

You wrapped your lips around the tip, feeling it throb slightly in your mouth as you lapped your tongue around it, taking it out and using your hand to keep it up straight whilst you licked a stripe up from the bottom to just underneath his end, the sensitive part making his thighs jolt. "You're such a tease." He whimpered.

"Fuck my mouth then." You challenged.

Joe instantly pushed your hands from him and cupped the back of your head. "Open up, pretty girl." He asked flirtatiously and you obeyed, his cock ramming straight into your mouth as he pushed you all the way down to near the base, your eyes were streaming as his hips thrusted into your mouth, you cupped his balls and massaged them, tugging at them ever so slightly whilst you choked, saliva hanging from your mouth. "Holy shit Y/N, yes that feels so good, take my cock just like that." His mouth still gaped open and moans were practically falling out of his mouth like a song.

Joe pulled you out almost instantly, you caught your breath back and wiped the fluid away from your mouth, his tip now red and swollen, leaking spouts of pre-cum. "You'd have lost me if I didn't stop." Joe sighed, catching his own breath from the almost orgasm.

You turned on the shower, the steam rising from it's heat almost instantly as you stepped in together sliding the door shut. Joe heaved you upward, his muscles flexing to keep you in place as he held your thighs, his lips plunging themselves onto yours in a fierce kiss. You tugged his head back by clutching at his hair making him hiss and sarcastically mocked his voice. "Fuck my pussy then."

Joe let out a darkened stare, the space between you slightly led you to push your hand down and put his cock into position as he leaned you downward, your cunt devouring the length of his cock, you both let out a solid unison of moans. "You're so tight, shit-" Joe growled.

He began to bounce you up and down, the tip of his cock hitting the very depths of your walls, you clenched yourself around him, his hips creating a steady rhythm to fuck up into you. The steam from the shower had you both gasping for air, sweating under running water but the only focus was getting yourselves to the end. "You fuck me so good Joe." You moaned, your mouth finding the sweet spot on his neck as you nibbled into it, moving your tongue around it and tasting the sweet scent that lingered on his skin.

Joe's eyes were practically in the back of his head, his thrusting became rampant, his cock hitting every spot you needed to feel, it was heaven on earth.

"I'm going to cum." You squealed, your whole body freezing as you let go. Those four words were all Joe needed to hear and your orgasms fell in line just at the right time. His cock erratically spewed inside of you, giving you all he could muster, you managed to shower pretty soundly after that, washing yourselves down and getting out, using the two white, fluffy dressing gowns and slippers provided by the hotel, feeling comfortable and ready for a relaxing evening.

"How do I look?" You smirked, Joe reaching for your hand and twirling you around a few times to get a full 360 view of you.

"Like an angel." He whispered, your little dance saw you fall into his arms, and he caught you just in time, leaning down to kiss you lovingly.

You called for room service and Joe had you sit outside in the summer breeze whilst he sorted things in the room and brought the food out to you once it arrived. You looked out onto the sparkling city, the lights of the Eiffel tower now in full swing as they dazzled your retinas. Joe stepped out with the beautifully decorated trays of food, as if you hadn't eaten enough today, as the saying goes, it doesn't matter, you're on holiday.

You got up out of your seat, staring into the distance, humming a content sigh as you caught Joe in your peripheral vision. "Hey, look over there." You tried to see where he pointed his finger to.

"Where?" You smiled, clearly expecting to see something out of the ordinary from the basic gasp that fell from his lips.

"Joe I don't know what you're talking-" You swerved round to look to where Joe was just stood up straight behind you, he cleared his throat making you look down. There he was, your man in position; down on one knee. The way you screeched, your hand flying over your mouth and tears instantly coating your eyes. Joe took your hand, your fingers wrapped in his.

"You wondered why I brought you here, my love and this... this is my answer." Joe's throat hitched. You nodded slowly, waiting for him to continue.

"I see a future with nobody but you, the last few years you have put your heart and soul into me and you have given me the world, not literally but just as I deserved and more. You make me feel like the luckiest and happiest man on earth and for that I owe you everything, will you make me even happier and do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

Joe pulled out a box, opening it up to see the most beautifully and quite clearly expensive shiny diamond ring, the sparkle of it almost matching the brightness of the Eifel tower itself.

You nodded hard and quick. "I will, I absolutely will Joseph, oh my god." Joe took the ring and placed it onto your finger, tears were streaming down the both of your faces. Joe stood up instantly, picking you up and spinning you around, planting the sweetest of kisses onto your lips, the way you melted in his touch before was so vague compared to this. The sides of your faces pressed together as you looked over at the phenomenal monument which now had meaning to the both of you. You stuck your hand out to the side of it, watching the ring catch the glitter of the tower.

Your faces came back to one another, drinking in each others features. "Fiancée." Joe giggled, giving you a subtle nod.

"Fiancé." You grinned, your cheeks were aching, but you couldn't possibly stop smiling.

"I love you." You pecked his lips once more, pushing yourself into him and resting your head into the crook of his neck.

Joe sighed, his nerves that had been no where to be seen, slowly faded out from the best possible outcome.

"Je Taime Aussi." Joe muttered into your ear, your thighs practically buckled together at the way he said it. This man was definitely full of surprises.

[ramblingoak]

caramel macchiato mustache 👀

You've chosen...wisely...because this is sexy professor Copia! Who maybe doesn't realize how sexy he is! He just likes this new visiting professor thing he's doing at the local college teaching about the seven sins.

Unfortunately you're stuck sharing your office with him :( So every day you have to see him in his stupid tight suits carrying his stupid not sexy leather messenger bag while clutching a caramel macchiato and a sticky bun from the student run café. Does he get foam and frosting in his mustache? YES, EVERY DAY. Do you eventually want to lick it off? YES, OF COURSE YOU DO.

Anyway...a lil taste (I literally just wrote this so sorry if it's messy):

"Good morning Professor! What'll it be today?"

"Just a black coffee please." You shoved your hand around your bag while you tried to find your debit card. "Oh and a sticky bun."

"Sorry Professor, we just sold the last one." Son of a dick, of course they did. "Would you like something else?"

"No, just the coffee then. Thank you."

You watched as the student got your coffee ready but your eyes were quickly drawn to two young women that were whispering fiercely to each other and glancing at you. Right when your coffee was handed over one of them finally approached the counter.

"Hey Professor, is Cardinal Copia ok?"

"Uh, yes?" You couldn't help but make a face at her. It was too early in the day to deal with all the Copia worship going around. "Why wouldn't he be?"

"We were just a little worried, he always come by the same time every morning. Him and a few of his uh, assistants?"

"He's probably just running late. I'm sure he's fine."

"Oh that makes sense! He's so dedicated I'm sure he didn't want to stop here and be late to class." You had choked on your coffee a bit at the word 'dedicated' but otherwise just gave her a weak smile and turned to go. "Wait! He's probably desperate for his usual order, hang on!"

You groaned as you watched her and another student rush around to make the stupid foamy monstrosity he showed up with every day. Another day watching him lick caramel foam out of his mustache.

Not that you watched him do it. Ever.

"Here you go!" You managed a weak smile as you picked up Copia's drink but your eyes narrowed when you saw her set down a small paper bag. "And here, this is his favorite."

The smell of the treat in the bag hit your nose and you had to bite your lip to keep from growling. When you were far enough away from the counter you set the coffees down and took a peek inside the bag to see a perfectly baked sticky bun.

"Goddammit."

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TW: rough SEXXX, allusions to prescription drug use, a little dub con (at first), voyeurism/exhibitionism, lots of dirty talk, dom!E, angst, filth, cussing, you know the drill...

TEASER:

...

His large hand is now squishing yours, numbing your fingers, and you can feel the nervousness pulsate through him as you try to keep up with his fast-moving long legs hustling down the dim corridor. Now that you’re here, you know his buzzing is also excitement, as if the electricity from the crowd is shooting through the building and straight into his veins. He’s a bundle of nerves, tension, and anticipation, magnified by whatever he may or may not have taken to get him here.

The security guards stop the entourage for a moment, and you see Joe up ahead discussing something heatedly with one of them. Looking over at Elvis, you take in all his glory in profile. He looks incredible—the white jumpsuit cut perfectly to flatter every inch of him. A golden scarf lies around his neck, matching the gold belt that accentuates his waistline and the gold gems sewn in swirling pattens all over. The scarf is tucked into the suit, which is zipped down low, exposing his chest. Your mouth waters at the little bush of chest hair you are able see and you cannot stop yourself from staring openly at your husband from head to toe.

He must feel your eyes on him because his head swivels in your direction, your gaping distracting him for a second. Caught, you straighten up, look away coyly, and bite your lips in a smile.

“And jus’ what do you think you’re doin’, lookin’ at me like that, darlin’? This is not the time,” he scolds, but his smirk belies it and you can tell he is enjoying your gaze.

“A woman can’t admire her husband when he looks so sexy?” you whisper into his ear. You pull back and give him another once over.

The charged air is now filling with more than just the electricity of the crowd. Elvis gives you a heated, cautionary look that tells you that you are playing with fire, but you know it is also keeping him from escalating too far into his stage fright and doubt. You smile coquettishly back at him.

He grunts and huffs at you. Surrounded by the Mafia and security, Elvis whispers something to one of the guys near him, who in turn whispers whatever was said on to the others. In a flash, Elvis is yanking you into a dark little alcove in the tunnel, all the men suddenly turning around and showing you their backs. Yelping and trying not to break your ankle in your tall heels, you have no choice but to follow.

“You are a naughty lil’ vixen. I should tan your hide for gettin’ me all riled up right before I gotta go on,” he growls, wagging his finger at you while walking you back against the cold concrete wall. Heat radiates off him in sharp contrast as he moves towards you.

You look down, and two things become evident: One, for whatever reason, he has chosen not to wear his dance briefs tonight, and two, Little Elvis is rapidly standing to attention beneath his white suit.

Oh shit. You hadn’t considered he might get this excited, and your miscalculation is quickly becoming an issue as the seconds tick on.

Your heart starts racing as he presses close into you. His cock pokes into your lower belly, and he puts his hand only somewhat gently around the side of your throat. He leans in close, his warm lips brushing your ear.

“Go on. Ya made him all needy—ya best take care of it,” he says matter-of-factly. His thumb brushes your throat. “Now.”

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