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goldeunoias · 8 months

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Decisions.

A/N: I like writing for Jay stans the most because they give me the most reblogs and comments instead of just only leaving likes (which doesn't really do much darlings) soooo here's a Jay fic for you amazing guys <;33333333

Summary: Yandere! JayX Female Reader (it shows bit by bit the more it goes on)

word count: 3,1k i think idk

Warnings: this literally has my favorites, horse cock Jay, teasing dom Jay, like multiple orgasms, just like....horknee thoughts bc it's me....upon proofreading there is like...anal fingering look I'm....a whore okay.

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10 years ago~

Jongseong sniffled as he sat down with his lunch, once again eating alone. Had he known the kids here would be so mean he would've begged his parents to let him stay back where he was from with his grandmother, but to no avail.

"Hello! I like your glasses! They make you look smart. Are you?" the girl who stood in front of him curiously asked. She was the first person who had even bothered to stare in his direction, let alone talk to him.

"U-Uh I don't know. Maybe?" he cautiously replied, waiting for a cruel punchline to follow.

Instead, she giggled, sitting with her lunch in front of him.

"You're cute," she laughed, opening her lunch.

Jongseong looked down shyly, feeling his ears turn into shades of peonies.

From that point on he'd always thought you cuter.

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You stood outside the club, wondering what the hell you were thinking.

You'd never been in a proper relationship.

Never been on a proper date.

And yet here you were, outside a BDSM club with an appointment that you'd made.

"Well, I'm sure women have made dumber decisions," you muttered to yourself, shaking out your sweaty palms and walking inside. The establishment looked excellent and pristine, which was expected since it was your city's nicest and safest S&M club. So at the bare minimum, your impulsive decision was backed by somewhat sound logic.

When you went up to the counter you found a petite lady wearing a mask, though you saw the corners of her eyes turn up as you approached.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?" she said in a soft voice. You nodded and told her your name and appointment time, thankful the receptionist seemed professional and not judgemental like your anxiety had expected.

"You're gonna be in room 305, with Jongseong Park as confirmed in our phone call. We recommend that you shower for hygiene, and there are bathrooms located in each of the rooms. If there are any accommodations missing such as towels, soap, or anything else feel free to use the phone to call and a staff member will bring items as needed. If you feel scared or unsafe at any time there are red buttons in our rooms which can be pressed and staff members will rush to aid you. Our doms go through different training and extensive background checks so rest assured you are in safe hands," she informed you gently, giving you a brief description of how to find your room.

You gave her a sincere "thank you" and walked off to find your room, finding it easy enough thanks to her directions. As expected, when you opened the room no one was there since you were informed on the phone that your master doesn't show up until you've pressed one on the phone, to make sure you have ample time to prep if needed.

From appearance, it looked like a normal hotel room, though upon further inspection you found many BDSM items in the drawers and cabinets. You wrote on your profile and informed me on the phone that you needed someone who would ease you very gently into all of this. You took a shower and got into the bathrobe that was complimentary, still keeping your underwear as you were too nervous to go completely naked just yet.

Taking a deep breath you went over to the phone and pressed one, sitting on the bed and twiddling your thumbs until his arrival. There were three knocks on the door before it slowly opened, the man keeping his head down as he stood at the threshold.

He asked you for your name and you told him, Jongseong raising his head once he had confirmation it was you. His voice was deep and warm, causing goosebumps to rise on your freshly washed skin as he slowly walked over to you.

He knelt down at the foot of the bed where you sat, grabbing your hands and massaging them gently.

"Mm, you're even prettier than the photos they gave me kitten. Is it okay if I call you that?" he inquired sweetly, the gentle command he held in his tone making your spine tingle.

"T-that's okay," you stuttered out, the cotton bathrobe feeling 10x hotter now. "Do you have a preference on what you like to be called?"

You watched as Jongseong cocked his head to the side in playful thought, the shadow of his jawline becoming more prominent as he did so.

"Why don't you call me 'sir'. Or you can call me my name if 'sir' feels too intimidating," he added on, squeezing your hands when he felt your erratic heartbeat through your wrists.

"That works," you rushed out, feeling stupid in his presence. "Sorry you probably have way more experienced clients and better ones than dealing with someone like me," you apologized.

Jongseong shook his head and pulled your hands so you were even closer to him, his lips only centimeters away from yours as he spoke.

"Never feel bad for lack of experience kitten. That's what you're here for isn't it?"

You nodded.

"Exactly. And I'm here to make you feel good. Can I kiss you?" he asked gently, smiling slightly when you nodded. His lips were soft in a way that made your toes curl, your hands clenching the material of your bathrobe as you didn't know what else to do with them.

Jongseong sensing your slight discomfort moved your hands around his neck, gently moving you so you were on your back and he was on top of you.

"When was the last time you were kissed kitten?"

You tensed up at the question and told him through bashful stares that it was freshmen year of college, and you weren't even sure that that counted.

"Sorry, can you tell I'm not the greatest," you muttered out, biting down on your lips in nerves. Jongseong avidly shook his head and pressed his thumb against your bottom lip to prevent you from biting it, cooing at you gently.

"You're just tense is all, holding back. If you came to a place like this that means you have at least some curiosity in kinky sex no?" He teased, holding your chin when you tried to look away from him.

You gulped and nodded.

"Words for me kitten, I gotta have your verbal confirmation on things no?"

"I do." you meekly replied. "I just thought well, um...I'd get more satisfaction if I went to a place like this," you explained to him, your body melting when Jongseong started leaving open-mouth kisses on your neck.

"Mmhmm, tell me more," he urged on, grabbing both of your hands and pinning them above your head.

"I've only had minor sexual experiences in high school and had "real" sex early in college and they weren't good so I gave up on relationships and sex since I didn't-" A moan left your throat as Jongseong's tongue swirled around your pulse.

"Continue kitten," he teased, noticing how you started melting into his touches versus tensing up at them.

"...I d-didn't get good experiences. But I recently got curious and so here I am," you finished. Jongseong came up to your face with a smile that held sinister intent, leaning in close to you.

"Don't worry kitten, I'll make you feel good..." he trailed off, biting your ear gently. "So good that you'll come back to me every time..."

Before you could answer his lips pressed back against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth with ease. His mouth felt hot and the texture of his tongue against yours made you whimper, feeling droplets of his saliva trickle into your mouth.

When he pulled back you instinctively reached for him and Jongseong couldn't help but smile internally as he let you pull him back in, letting you set the rhythm you wanted.

Your skin was so soft against his callused hands, better than he'd imagined as he slid his fingers underneath your robe and undid it. Before you could cover yourself he pinned your hands to your sides and took an erect nipple into his mouth, letting you feel the texture of his tongue as it swirled around delicately.

You bit down on your tongue to keep what you thought were embarrassing noises in your throat, Jongseong huffing and coming up to stare at you.

"Why aren't you moaning kitten? Are not feeling good?" he inquired sweetly, circling his warm finger around your saliva-laden nipple. You were caught off guard by it and let out a yelp, rushing to cover your mouth before lowering it.

"It's um, not that...I just won't sound like those girls in hentai or porn and I don't know what I am supposed to sound like...is all," you finished weirdly, following Jongseong's movements as he went to the other pert nipple, delicately flicking it with his tongue.

Your breath hitched and Jay chuckled, his finger tugging at the bud.

"Oh but a kitten, I want to hear you," he drawled slowly, coming up so he was speaking teasingly against your lips. "I want you to have lost your voice by the time I'm done with you. For you to even be heard through the hotel walls," he pushed on.

You gulped at how sultry his voice sounded, your body burning as his calloused hand came in between your thighs. You scrunched your face up and let out a moan at the contact, wondering if he could feel the slick that covered your underwear.

"Thatta girl, show sir how good you're feeling," he praised gently, kissing your jawline.

"Can you...," you stopped yourself at your own nerves.

Jongseong stopped and perked up, his carob eyes making you feel extra shy. "No no what is it, tell me kitten."

You swallowed thickly. "I've never really, well never actually had a guy eat me out andIwantedtoknowhowitfeltlike," you managed out, unable to make eye contact with him. You didn't need to because he was already inching down your body and tugging down your underwear before you could even say anything.

His grip was strong on your calves as he firmly held your legs open, Jonseong's breath getting heavier as he saw your arousal-coated core.

"You wrote in your profile that you don't like it when it's shaved so I didn't," you muttered gently, feeling embarrassed from how intently he was staring.

"Shit kitten~ your pussy's so goddamn pretty, I mean you're dripping onto the sheets already," Jongseong groaned, the tone of his voice causing you to clench around nothing.

You didn't even realize a guy could get so turned on by you, let alone from a region that you found rather embarrassing.

"D-don't just stare at it," you whined, your chest rising as he dragged a digit down the center, gathering up syrupy beads of arousal.

"Of course not kitten...," he trailed off, flattening his tongue against your core and you let out a moan. You didn't realize how textured someone's tongue could be and how warm and wet it was until was circling around your swollen clit, your head lolling off to the side as you gripped his hair.

Jongseong could hardly contain his excitement as sweet honey coated his tongue, spelling out his name with his tongue against your folds.

"You seem to like the letter "o" of my name don't you kitten," he cooed as he slid a single digit in. He raised his brows at the amount of resistance that was met and your reaction, your hands gripping the pillow tighter.

"Do you not finger yourself at all sweetheart?" he inquired as he left open-mouthed kisses on your aching core, curling it in an area that you'd never reached. You shook your head and felt your stomach contract at the feeling, feeling your head get lighter at the sensation.

"It never felt good when I did it and then when a guy did it it just hurt a lot," you whimpered out, your voice breaking at the end as he slid a second digit in.

You never knew that having your core stretched out could feel so good, the squelching noises coming from you making your face burn in bashfulness.

Jongseong on the other hand was reveling in it all, doing his best to not push you to your very limits: he wanted to make you cry and blubber out his name, paint your walls white with his cum, and other sinful things.

Your whimper of "jongseong" snapped him out of his thoughts, the innocent and expectant eyes you gave him almost making him cum right then and there.

"S-sorry I didn't mean to call your name when you said sir but you were lost in thought," you answered, flinching slightly when Jongseong came up face to face with you, shoving his fingers in knuckle deep.

"Shit, I knew there was a reason you shouldn't have said my name," he panted out, pressing on the spongy spot on your walls at every chance he could.

"Why is t-that," you yelped out, legs closing around his hand as you felt a tight knot form in your lower belly. You also felt something else building up as he alternated between pressing down on your clit and scissoring your core, your hands meekly attempting to push his wrist away.

"Because if you say my name I won't be able to hold back," he groaned, his breath hitching as you moaned his name out again.

"I think something weird is going to come out, waitwaitwait," you croaked, your nails leaving claw marks down his tan skin.

"Shhh it's okay kitten just let it out, I got you I got you," he pushed softly in your ear.

Your legs tried to clamp around his hand to stop his movements but his reactions were quicker, situating himself so you could only close your legs around his waist.

"Don't be scared sweetheart, make me proud yeah? It'll feel really good, promise," he cooed at you as he put more force behind his movements, wanting you to unravel from the seams.

Your eyes fluttered for a second as the knot snapped. You were still pushing his hand away as liquid gushed from between your legs, tears forming in your eyes as you felt a pleasure so intense it felt like your body would give out right then and there.

"I-I got your robe wet," you said through panted breaths, trying to say anything to divert the attention away from the liquid that soaked your form and partially his.

Jongseong smiled to himself at the attempt, undoing with with ease and tossing it somewhere in the room. You couldn't help but stare at the erection that was practically forcing its way of his briefs, Jongseong lowering the waistband so you could see him fully.

There was a trail of hair that led from his lower abdomen to his erection, your eyes glued to the area like you were in a trance.

"You can touch it kitten, it doesn't bite," Jongseong purred, gently sitting you up so you could reach him with ease. You wrapped your hand around his length and were surprised at the warmth and weight you felt against your hand.

You gave it a gentle squeeze to see how he'd react and were surprised to hear him hissing through his teeth, his abdomen clenching at your timid movements.

"Why don't you get it nice and wet so it can go in easy yeah?" Jongseong cooed, his dick already twitching at the thought of pushing past your gummy walls.

You gathered up courage and wrapped your mouth around him, hollowing out your cheeks and relaxing your jaw to the best of your abilities. Maybe it was because his intoxicating smell but you were salivating to the point of having droplets trickle down your chin as you got greedy to take more of him.

"Easy there kitten, don't force all in at once," he cooed through a hissed breath, head swimming at how hot your mouth was. You nodded and pulled off of him to circle your tongue around his tip like a popsicle, a sheen glossing his member as you coated it with your saliva.

"That's a good girl~ making me so proud. See how deep you can take me hm?" You nodded and took a deep breath before slowly relaxing your throat around him, the intense groans and pants leaving him giving you more courage.

You weren't able to get down to the base but you were pretty damn close, Jongseong pulling you off of him before he came down your throat.

The cool demeanor Jongseong had started with was gone: his cheeks were rose and there was a sheen of sweat across his body, a ragged "get on your stomach" leaving him as he stroked his member with your saliva.

You did as you were told and gripped the pillows anxiously, Jongseong chuckling and bending over you.

"Don't worry princess, we're gonna make it fit," he taunted against your ear, raising you up by your hips. He grabbed a condom and ripped it with his teeth before pulling down on himself, stroking his base languidly.

You felt the air get knocked out of you as he forced his mushroom head past your walls, your legs kicking from underneath him as you felt the push.

"Jongseong it's not gonna fit, it's not," you pleaded with him, fat tears rolling down your sweaty cheeks. It was a mistake to show him your crying face because it only egged him on more, a saccharine-sweet smile coming onto his lips.

"A good pussy takes any cock that it's given, kitten. Don't you wanna be my good girl?" he emphasized, forcing in another couple of inches. You nodded through your tears, shaking when Jongseong grabbed your hand and pressed it against your lower belly.

"Look kitten, you can feel where I'm going inside you. Do you think I'll be able to touch your cervix?" he almost taunted you, a muffled moan leaving you as he bottomed out.

"I-I don't know" you whelped out, feeling your inner thighs get sticky as cock his pushed out more droplets of syrupy essence.

Every breath you took caused your stomach to press against his member, Jongseong enveloping his large hands in yours on either side as he started moving. You couldn't even moan as you felt your head get lighter, only able to process how his member was stretching you so much.

Jongseong swore as you clamped down on him like a vice, pulling back some so he could see you leak around his cock. "Oh sweetheart, wouldn't you look stunning like this in Polaroids," he mused, his cock twitching inside of you at the thought of having black and white photos of your cum leaking out of your core and bite marks littering your soft skin.

He chuckled when your walls fluttered around him for a moment at the thought, burying your head in the pillow in shame.

"Oh? Seems princess would be into it?"

You hesitantly nodded.

Jongseong pulled your chin from your pillow and turned you around so you could see his darkening eyes, that same saccharine smile coming onto his lips.

"Next time yeah?"

"Next time....?" you repeated, gripping the headboard when Jongseong snapped his hips into you, trying to ease yourself away from the full feeling.

Jongseong only chuckled at your pathetic attempt to flee from his length, pushing your hips back against his as punishment for even attempting to get away.

He smiled, watching as your other hole twitched before letting a trickle of saliva from his mouth seep into the area. "Of course kitten next time. What, did you think you were gonna leave me?" He cooed, rubbing the area before sliding his middle finger in. Your legs spasmed underneath his at the intrusion, burying your mouth into the pillow as you groaned heavily.

"No, but don't you have other clients?" you inquired as he curled his finger and moved his member at the same time, your hands reaching back to meekly push his waist away.

He pouted and kissed your ear gently before using his weight to pin your body down, his hips starting to pick up faster.

"Not anymore."

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Jongseong walked outside the hotel room, giving the guy who waited outside the wad of cash as promised.

"Can't believe you looked everywhere just for one girl," He said in amusement, flicking his head to the room where you slept. "Think she'll find out you don't work here?"

Jongseong smiled and leaned against the wall. "Doubtful. And we're gonna keep it that way," he warned, putting on a soft smile as he walked back into the hotel room. He leaned over your restful form and kissed your cheek, his hands rubbing over the beautiful marks he'd left.

You rustled in your sleep but still lay there, Jongseong playing with the hem of the t-shirt he let you wear.

"You're all mine now kitten, all mine."

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sparklingchim · 2 years

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Maybe a smutty Drabble of jk having a dream about him and oc fucking then waking up and wishing that it was real 🤭😉

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, mr jaykay is a bewbie enthusiast, nipple play, kinda spit kink, oc is his pretty baby <3, he's simping for oc in her cute sundress, missionary cos guk's a softie sometimes <3, cowgirl position, ass n boobie slapping, he leaves sum love bites cos oc's jungkook's & jungkook's only, breeding kink, size kink, hair pulling

word count: 2.2k

a/n: here's a lil bit of smut for all the horknee ppl on this blog 🫂

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Jungkook is a little confused.

He doesn't know how he got into this situation, but you're lying beneath him on his bed, his hands holding him up.

He's not complaining per se - he would never lament about this - but just ... how ?

You're wearing the most beautiful sundress, boobs lying prettily on your chest, nearly spilling out from the deep cleavage. Just one brisk tug and he could have a look, but he doesn't. Because your innocent eyes looking up at him trough your lashes steal his attention.

So so pretty.

But what are you pretty thing doing on his bed?

"Jungkook," you say to draw his attention from the depths of his confused thoughts to you - impatience making itself felt as your soft voice drags out his name.

"Hmm?" He skims his knuckle over your jawline. "What do you want me to do?"

"Anything." Your hand closes around his wrist, moving his hand further down. "Do anything you want." He feels his breath catch when you bat your eyelashes and add, "I'm yours, Jungkook." Like a melody in his ears.

Anything he wants? Just taking a fleeting look at you lying underneath him makes Jungkook swallow a lump in his throat.

Momentarily, his mind is inundated with the range of possible choices. It's as if every single second of his life spent doubting whether you love him too has been worth it, because now he has you all to himself - without doing anything at all.

Jungkook bends down, capturing your lips in a languid kiss. His body emits a thousand sparks of delight that crawl up his spine and leave a sizzling trail of buzz behind when he feels your soft mouth on his. He loses himself in the kiss as you eagerly move your lips against his, tongue dipping in to tease Jungkook.

He could kiss you for hours. But as soon as Jungkook hears the tiniest hint of a moan in between a kiss he has to lean back. You sound so pretty and he wants - needs - to hear more of it.

"Wanna make you feel good." Jungkook traces the outline of the little bow placed in the middle of the neckline of the dress. Cute.

You draw him closer with your hand on the nape of his neck. "Want you here." Dragging his hand between your legs you let it rest on your clothed pussy.

When you shift to wrap your legs around his waist, Jungkook has a direct view between your legs. His eyes are glued to the place where he's touching you. You're wearing cute lace panties, just as adorable as the dress.

"Oh, God." It's barely a whisper, but Jungkook's pure admiration elicits a sinful smile on your lips.

The tip of his finger circles over your panties. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as Jungkook feels how damp you've made the fabric. A shaky breath escapes your mouth.

"So wet already?" A tiny nod follows his question. "Just for me?" You nod again and Jungkook stops his movements. "Use your words, baby," he urges you.

"You make me so wet, Jungkook. Only you."

Jungkook flashes you a smile. "Good girl." He presses the pad of his middle finger right on your clit as a reward.

You squeal surprised. Nails digging into Jungkook’s biceps. By now there's a distinct dark spot on your panties. You start moving your hips along Jungkook's motions. He sees the same lust and greed sparkling in your eyes - he needs you naked, right now.

In the blink of an eye, you're figure, robed in the sweet sundress just a second ago, was entirely naked.

Jungkook has no clue how that happened. But tonight might be his luckiest day.

His eyes drop to your perky tits - who can blame him, he's been having the hots for your boobs since fucking forever - and Jungkook doesn't even hesitate before he sucks on your left nub, right hand kneading your soft flesh and flicking his thumb over your nipple.

Your soft moans from above go straight into his cock. Jungkook can't wait till he's deep inside you.

Jungkook aims a trickle of spit at your tit. Watching with big eyes as the driblet lands perfectly on your pebbled nipple. Slowly he rubs over it and Jungkook's gaze keeps switching from the reaction of your pretty face to his fingers playing with you and fondling your beautiful body.

Just at the top of your breast, Jungkook leans in to suck your skin between his teeth. He nibbles and bites and when he's done, he draws back to see your skin painted in a darker shade. "Mine," he mumbles, planting kisses along his mark. His lips trail up to your neck and he settles for another little love bite. "All mine." Jungkook drags his thumb over your bruised skin.

"Jungkook," you say in a hushed tone. Your fingers glide down Jungkook's chest and it's then he realises he's naked too. "I want you." It's just the hint of a touch, but when you wrap your fingers around Jungkook's cock he hisses. He looks down, staring at your small hand rubbing the precum over his tip.

"You'll be the death of me." Jungkook's head drops into the crook of your neck, his hips moving without his control.

You giggle. "Not until you fuck me once."

"You want that?" Sitting back on his heels Jungkook has a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes are on your dripping pussy. "Want me to fuck you?"

"Please," you beg, letting go of Jungkook's cock and spreading your legs a little more.

A drop of spit lands on Jungkook's cock and he rubs it impatiently all over his length. He brushes his tip along your wet folds, mouth falling open at the feeling of your soaked pussy. You shudder, both your eyes glued to your bodies merely touching.

But Jungkook's impatient, and so are you, so he aligns his tip with your entrance and slides his cock in.

You're so warm and tight and Jungkook fears that me might become addicted to the way your pussy is obscuring is every logical thought in his brain, rotting every functioning cell and exchanging it for flickers of you, his mind is full with you and how badly he wants you. Not a big contrast to before, but now he knows how it feels to have you.

Your moans fill the room as Jungkook finds his rhythm. He stares at you, paying attention to what you enjoy and don't like, what makes you roll your eyes and what gets you to bite your lip to stifle your moans.

Jungkook pushes your legs up, holding them in place by resting his hands at the back of your thighs.

"Jungkook," you whine, clawing your hands into the sheets.

"Feels good, baby?" Jungkook bends forward, giving you a kiss while thrusting deeper into you.

"Fuck," you moan into the kiss, hands travelling up his neck and vanishing between his soft dark hair, tugging a little when Jungkook bites down on your lower lip.

He pulls back. "Mhm?"

"Feels- feels so good."

Jungkook smirks. You're a moaning mess beneath him. "That's my pretty baby."

His thumb is circling over your clit. Jungkook wants to see you come undone, wants to make you feel as good as you deserve.

He feels you clenching and writhing, eyes desperately trying to stay open but the pleasure envelops you like a thick duvet you can't escape.

"Oh!" you squeal, Jungkook's thrusts hitting just the right spot.

"Look at me," Jungkook demands. "Look at me when you cum."

" 'm so close." You brows are tightly furrowed and your thighs start shaking. And then your back arches off the bed, Jungkook's name spilling from your mouth in a soft breath.

He rides you through your high. And rewards you with kisses along your collar bone. "What a good girl you are." Jungkook releases your legs. "Baby." You look at him through your long lashes, eyes slightly watery. "Want you on top."

Jungkook and you change positions. He leans against the headboard and you swing your leg over his lap, gradually sitting down on his cock. He throws his head back, your warm walls make him want to have you for the rest of his life.

"You're so big," you say, hands on Jungkook's shoulders for support.

Jungkook rubs his palms over your back, stopping at your ass. "You can take it." He lands a playful spank on your butt. "Right?"

"Uh-huh." You nod, hips moving up and down.

"That's right," he encourages you. "Move those hips for me, baby."

Jungkook can't help it but be completely enthralled by your tits bouncing so alluringly right in front of his eyes. He pushes you closer to him, mouth closing around your sensitive nub.

"So fucking gorgeous," he whispers, squeezing and rolling your tits in his hands. He delivers a spank at one, eyes drifting upwards when he hears your startled moan. Your walls hug his cock tighter. Jungkook gently smoothes his palm over your wounded skin. "My pretty baby likes getting slapped, huh?"

"Oh, fuck." You move faster and plant your hands on Jungkook's chest.

Just seeing you getting turned on and losing yourself in the pleasure makes Jungkook's cock twitch inside you but after seeing how pretty you look after you cum he wants to see it again before he allows himself to tip over the edge too.

"Want you to cum for me again." His big hands are on your waist to help you. "You can do that, right? You're a good girl."

"Don't say that." You say between long breaths, nails digging into Jungkook’s skin.

A dark chuckle comes from his throat. "But you are my good girl. Isn't that so?"

"I- I am." You movements turn more eager. Just like your sweet sounds getting whinier. "God, Jungkook - you're gonna make me-" you trail off, mouth hanging open as your thighs start to tremble uncontrollably. You move back and forth, slowly, eyes barely open.

"That's it," Jungkook praises, stretching out the words. "You're so good to me."

"Jungkook." You're out of breath, but still continue to ride him. "Please cum inside me."

"Oh, baby." His eyes flutter closed. It should be a sin for you to say that that. "I fucking love you."

You smile, a little giggle accompanies it.

He sees the white sheen on his cock every time you lift your hips and all he can think of is burying his cock deep inside you and fill you up. Pushing his cum so deep inside. He starts thrusting into you from below, hard pushes that drive him closer to cumming.

Having you on top of him is a sight that will be burned into Jungkook’s mind forever. They way you're moving your hips, your pretty tits bouncing along and the marks he has left on your skin fuck, he wants everyone to know that you belong to him. That he belongs to you. That you two were made for each other.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum." Jungkook groans, his eyes shift from your face to your sinful body and when you start riding him faster he throws his head back, hips forcefully jerking into you as he reaches his high. He squeezes your ass, pumping you full of his cum.

Jungkook holds you close to his chest when he changes positions, gently forcing you onto your back. A few more sloppy thrusts until he's sure he has filled you all the way, then Jungkook stops. His head hangs in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily.

Your hands are sliding up and down his back. You turn your head to the side to give him a few little kisses on the neck.

"I love you," you whisper.

Jungkook leans back. Your eyes shine, the corner of your lips point upwards and suggest a tiny smile. Just looking at your face fills Jungkook's heart with an immense amount of happiness. He doesn't need more.

"I love you."

Jungkook softly pecks your lips. Right now, he just wants to be gentle with you. Cuddle up under the blankets and pamper you with sweet kisses.

When he opens his eyes again your cute face is no longer in sight. He wanted to give you one last kiss on your forehead but ... where are you? All he sees is a white ceiling.

He blinks perplexed, eyes hastily moving around but Jungkook is alone in his bedroom.

And then it dawns on him.

"Fuck." Jungkook groans and pushes the duvet from his body.

A fucking dream.

Then why did it feel so real? It has no right to feel this real.

Jungkook throws a quick glance at the clock. 7:23 am. His baby should wake up soon. He should start preparing food for Nabi instead of sulking over an absurd and ridiculous dream. A dream so unobtainable he hates his brain for planting seeds of hope in his mind.

It's just a dream Jungkook tells himself as he gets up. Just get over it.

If only it were that easy.

#jungkook #jungkook smut #dilf jungkook #jungkook fic #jungkook scenario #jungkook drabble #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagine #bts smut #bts imagine #bts fic #bts drabble #darly asks #anon #fic: long way home

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bruh-changbin · 4 months

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love and leather

pairing: bad boy changbin! x afab reader

genre: smut

warnings: use of handcuffs, piv, exhibitionism, fingering (f receiving), some smoochin', alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, an icky man being kinda icky, i think that's all

word count: 3.4K

a/n: before y’all say anything i knowwww this is short but y'all i'm busy and fuck in my last semester of uni and i kinda need to prioritize that a bit more 😭 buuuuut on the flip side i am slowly but surely making progress on some longer fun things so keep your eyes peeled 🫶 this fic is basically a love letter to bad boy eyeliner bin *sigh* when will he return from war..... also lowkey a continuation of under the bleachers but also not really.... no real plot just smutty bc i've been super horknee lately lawl enjoy

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seo changbin likes a lot of things.

he likes eyeliner and smoking cigarettes and hard sex. he likes going fast on his motorcycle and he likes his tattered leather jacket. he likes getting piercings with silver jewelry and he likes pretending that the taste of tequila doesn’t affect him.

but above all, he likes you.

he likes your pretty teeth and the curve of your neck. he likes the leather platform boots you bought to try to impress him. he likes the smell of your shampoo that’s now permanently interwoven into the fabric of his pillow.

he likes it when you cry when you cum and when you dig your teeth into his shoulder as he fucks you. he likes the way your speech becomes slurred after he’s given you countless mind-blowing orgasms.

he likes to be in control. but not in a weird, lowkey misogynistic way. more in a ‘i’m gonna fuck you so hard and act cold so we both feel good and then kiss away your tears because i love you more than anything else’ kind of way, you know? that’s why handcuffs are such a staple in your relationship.

you remember the first time he used those cold, metal cuffs on you.

it was after a halloween party and changbin was dressed up as, you guessed it, a police officer. the party was fun at first but soon grew to be quite boring. when changbin started to get a little too handsy was when you decided to call it a night. the cab ride back to your apartment was excruciatingly long and when you arrived you unlocked your door with trembling, sweaty hands.

no words needed to be exchanged for you to know to get onto your mattress on your stomach, hands behind your back where changbin cuffed them in place with a satisfying metallic click!

his movements were painstakingly slow, removing and discarding your bottoms and costume at a torturous pace to tease you (for what you have no idea - your costume wasn’t even that revealing). you could feel the tip of his nose tracing the skin in between your shoulder blades before he fucked you from behind, his blunt nails digging into your hips and he gripped you like he was never gonna let go. all you could do was cry and drool into your bedding as your boyfriend brought you to orgasm so many times your legs felt like tv static.

every time you tried to move, tried to find solace and stability by gripping the duvet underneath you, you were reminded of the cuffs that were binding your wrists together. changbin would chuckle every time he heard them clink and jingle, knowing he had complete and utter control over you. if anything it added fuel to his fire, resulting in him thrusting his cock into you in such a way that made it feel as if he was so deep inside of you that the two of you would forever be connected.

when he finally relented and unlocked you, your wrists were bruised and throbbing - it felt amazing.

the stinging of your wrists coupled with the pulsing of your abused cunt had you passing out on changbin’s broad chest in minutes and falling into one of the deepest sleeps you had ever experienced.

but of course, come morning time, he treated you as if you were royalty and kissed the marks that his handcuffs left on you with so much delicacy you thought you were going to turn into a puddle.

unbeknownst to the outside world, seo changbin has a soft side; which you discovered the first time he brought you into his room and had forgotten to hide his munchlax plushie beforehand. watching him scramble to hide it under his bed made the situation 10 times worse, and all he could do was scratch the back of his neck sheepishly as you attempted to stifle your laugh.

once the two of you became, you know, official, he let this side of him shine through more often.

at times he treats you as if you’re made of porcelain, as if you’ll crack and break at even the slightest touches - hence the way he traces the back of your hand with his thumb when you’re holding hands, his strokes akin to that of a feather.

you’ve lost track of the amount of times he’s almost burnt your kitchen down while attempting to make you breakfast after making love to you for hours on end the night before. it always ends the same, with changbin holding a plate of toast so burnt it's turned into bedrock and scrambled eggs you could bounce off the wall because of how rubbery they are. the result is always changbin dragging you to your favourite cafe for brunch in defeat, claiming that ‘it’s the thought that counts, y/n’.

but only you have the privilege of seeing him like this. these small, tender moments reserved only for the two of you in private, away from the curious eyes of onlookers in public.

on the days where both of you are lucky enough to not have to pull yourself out of bed early for the sake of attending a lecture or getting work done, you get to revel in the warmth provided by each other’s sleeping bodies. if you wake before changbin, you’re greeted with a view of his broad shoulders, his skin dotted with small imperfections and the bumps of his individual vertebrae visible. small, soft snores can be heard escaping his parted lips. if changbin wakes before you do… he never does.

sometimes you’re able to spend the whole entire day together without having to tend to other duties. these days usually entail slow, lazy starts to the day followed by changbin dragging you to the gym to watch him do lat pulldowns and cable rows followed by a shared shower where you help massage shampoo into his scalp. or, it could involve the two of you screaming at the tv as you battle over the top spot in mario kart 8 - changbin mains bowser, of course, whereas you opt to play as king boo. it takes almost all of your strength to avoid whipping your remote at the wall when he absolutely clobbers you during grumble volcano.

“don’t be upset y/n,” he coos without fail, “i’ll make it up to you later tonight!”

and he always does.

in public, he’s brooding, mysterious, sexy. it’s rare to see him without a cocky smirk painted across his face, his puffed lips quirked upwards as if to say ‘i’m better than you’ to anyone who crosses his path. and it’s true, he is.

he’s also the type to get jealous very easily.

case in point:

it’s friday night, and the two of you are perusing the city streets looking for some fun. earlier in the day, jisung had informed you that a small group of friends was planning on paying a visit to a well loved bar to get sloshed later that night. with nothing better to do, you and changbin accepted the invitation.

at first it was fun, with everyone reconnecting and catching eachother up on the current drama in their lives. but after an hour or two the vibe changed and the atmosphere became almost… cliquey. everyone had chosen their respective person or group for the night, choosing to only converse within their little bubble and never straying from it. this resulted in you and changbin fleeing the scene, opting to enjoy yourselves elsewhere where you can get lost in the music and each other… and alcohol.

soon after you’re at the front of a line for some club you’ve never been to with changbin’s arm wrapped around your waist as the bouncer checks your i.d. you’re let in with a nonchalant wave of a hand, and changbin follows shortly after.

once inside you make your way up the stairs to where the crowd is, choosing to forgo coat check and instead tossing your jackets on top of a pile that has formed on one of the few tables lining the walls near the entrance. then, you make a beeline to the bar where you order yourself a vodka cran and changbin a heineken.

with alcohol in hand you shove your way to the middle of the dance floor, getting lost in the club music while bumping and grinding on your boyfriend who’s posted up behind you. you’re not sure how much time you spend on the dancefloor with warm cheeks and limbs that have gone fuzzy, but it feels as if time itself has come to a momentary halt, allowing you to enjoy yourself in this moment while the world continues on outside without you.

so, when changbin taps your shoulder and motions to the bar to wordlessly say ‘i’m going to get more drinks’ you only nod and continue to dance on your own while you wait for his return.

this decision proves to be fatal however, for only moments after changbin’s departure you feel a clammy hand wrap around your bicep. you whip around only to find yourself face to face with some random man wearing a nike tracksuit ogling at you like you’re the last piece of his favourite candy at the candy store. gross.

“sorry, are you trying to get past me?”

“nah i’m trying to get with you, ma,” he practically yells into your ear in order to be heard over the music.

“oh! no thanks, my boyfriend’s at the bar getting drinks,” you say and attempt to shuffle away, an action that proves to be harder than you thought due to the mass of people surrounding you.

much to your dismay, the man persists, “boyfriend? why’d he leave you here all alone?”

“... to get us drinks.”

“well, if i was your man i’d never leave you alone, princess.”

princess? gross. only changbin gets to call you that… when he’s fucking you.

“is everything okay, y/n?” you feel an arm nudge yours and turn around to see changbin, your knight in shining armour, who’s come to save you from this god awkward conversation. in each hold he hands a drink, one for you and one for himself, and you fear what he may do with them in the next few moments.

“yea, all good, this guy was just being… weird,”

the skepticism that was previously evident on changbin’s face quickly morphs into annoyance (and jealousy at the prospect of someone other than himself making moves on you). without speaking he shoves the recently acquired drinks into your hands - making you scramble to stop yourself from dropping them and creating a sticky, syrupy mess all over the dance floor - before moving to size up the ‘bro’ that was just hitting on you with his chest puffed and chin held high.

not wanting to get into any sort of trouble tonight, you practically throw yourself in front of the freight train that is your boyfriend.

“no! it’s fine, changbin, let’s just forget him and have a good time, ‘kay?” you attempt to reason with him to no avail. all changbin does is shift his gaze between you and the guy who was making moves on you several times before wordlessly grasping your arm and pulling you towards the exit; you’re forced to abandon the dripping drinks in your hands on the edge of the bar (not before you manage to spill about half of one all over your lower arm).

soon you’re out of the crowded space, and are making your way towards the exit of the building and the city streets that are surely still teeming with nightlife.

“bin-”

“we’re going home,” he asserts, “i don’t want anyone talking to you like that.”

all you can do is allow yourself to be dragged behind your boyfriend like a ragdoll, his grip on your wrist so tight your fingertips start to lose their sensation. you know that any words of dissatisfaction you voice will be falling on deaf ears, so you opt to keep quiet and let changbin take the lead.

the bite of the cold night air of the winter jolts you awake once you step outside. a dull ring settles in your ears as the loud club music dissipates and changbin drags you further and further away from the establishment, almost dislocating your shoulder when he suddenly yanks you down a small, secluded alleyway.

“bin i’m fine, really,” you attest, your eyes never leaving the troubled face of your boyfriend, who pulls a pack of marlboros and a lighter out of his pocket. you watch as he places a cigarette between his lips before lighting it, using his hand to shelter the flame from the wind. in that moment you become envious of a measly little cigarette, for you so desperately wish that it was you and your mouth that changbin was putting his lips on and inhaling deeply, sucking you in like you’re his lifeline.

a haze of smoke soon surrounds you as changbin takes several drags from his dart, his eyes dark and refusing to meet yours. the scent burns your nostrils and you have to fight back the urge to cough; smoking only appeals to you when you’re drunk, and the alcohol you consumed earlier in the night has mostly exited your system.

with a sigh that manifests in a grey cloud changbin tosses his half-smoked cigarette to the ground, squashing the spark with the heel of his boot before catching your eye. his leather jacket rustles as he raises his hands to cup your face, the pads of his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“you’re mine, and nobody else’s,” his gaze is so piercing it feels as if he’s going to burn a hole through you, “right?”

you nod enthusiastically, head bobbing up and down as you whisper a quiet ‘right’ through squished cheeks and puckered lips - lips that are then being pressed against your boyfriends.

changbin tastes like the nicotine he just inhaled and smells like the cologne he saturated himself with earlier this evening, and you find yourself getting drunk all over again on something other than alcohol this time - him.

with your back pressed up against a brick wall you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of your lover’s mouth on yours, enraptured by the way changbin moves his lips in tandem with your own. the warmth radiating from the palms of his hands that have yet to leave your face makes your cheeks flush, and you tangle your fingers in the wavy strands of his hair that he’s choosing to let grow out, much to your delight.

the skin of your cheek stings when it’s exposed to the cold as changbin retracts his hand from your face, the tips of his fingers tracing the skin of your neck and sternum before reaching the waistband of your bottoms. his curious hand only hovers there for a moment before slipping underneath, not allowing a mere piece of fabric to be an obstacle in the way of your pleasure. a feeble moan escapes you when changbin gropes your cunt over your panties, the fabric already sticky and wet with your arousal.

“here, bin?” you question while scanning your surroundings, making sure there isn't anyone spying on the two of you being exhibitionists, “are you sure this is a good idea?’

“the best one i’ve ever had,” as he speaks his lips graze your neck, his breath hot and heavy before he starts to nip and suck at the supple skin; your pulse skyrockets and you clamp your thighs shut, ultimately trapping changbin’s hand in between them.

he manages to pry your legs apart just enough in order to move his hand, sliding your panties to the side and running two deft fingers through the folds of your dripping, needy pussy. it’s funny in the sense that changbin’s actions are so simple yet they already have you whining in pleasure, head rolling forward as you hide yourself in the crook of his neck.

“shhh baby, try to keep it down,” he coos, yet continues on nonetheless - easy for him to say, he’s not the one taking your fingers in an alleyway where a bunch of drunk people are parading by only metres away.

changbin continues to play with your cunt nonchalantly, much to your chagrin. every now and then he lets the tip of his middle finger dip into your dripping hole, causing you to go weak in the knees as the calloused heel of his palm kisses and bumps your aching clit.

“binnie,” you heave out rather embarrassingly, “i need it.”

“my girl needs my fingers in her pretty pussy, huh?” he teases, you nod pathetically with glassy eyes.

and at long last changbin finally relents and slips his middle and ring fingers fully inside of you, your cunt immediately clenching around his digits. the way he drags his fingers in and out of you so slowly before fucking them back into you feels so euphoric that you can’t help the goofy, drunken smile that makes its way onto your face as you drool onto the shoulder of his leather jacket.

with his broad shoulders shielding you from the outside world, changbin begins to curl and scissor his fingers inside of your warm, wet walls, making you moan and plead against his neck.

“god binnie you’re so good, feels so fucking good,” you cry through cracked lips while blinking away the eyeliner that stings your shiny, tearfilled eyes.

changbin then uses his thumb to massage your clit while his fingers continue to reach deep inside of you, making your lower abdomen twist and churn and your heart go thump thump thump from behind your chest. your fingers only tighten their grip on changbin’s jacket as you subtly rock your hips against his hand in an attempt to bring your orgasm on sooner.

you find yourself tuning out the sounds of traffic and people and nightlife to instead hone in on the beating of changbin’s heart that you can hear beating in his chest, your moans that only continue to increase in pitch, the rustle of bin’s jacket as he fingers you.

“so close honey, can you cum for me?” changbin groans into your ear in response to your pussy clenching around his fingers, a telltale sign that you’re on the brink of finishing all over his hand. at this point your back is aching from being pressed against brick for so long and you have a headache from how intensely you’ve been furrowing your brows, but the fire you feel in your aching pelvis makes it all worth it.

it only takes changbin several more thrusts before you’re creaming all over his fingers, whining his name is a nasally, needy tone as you all but collapse against his built frame as your orgasm explodes inside of you like fireworks. after a few moments you begin to come down, immediately noticing how dry your open mouth is and how sore your fingers are from gripping changbin’s jacket with everything you got.

when you pull away from changbin to stand up straight, a string of spit from your mouth to his jacket follows you - you wipe it away and pray he didn’t notice. it takes you a second to fully regain your balance and when you do, changbin finally lets go of your hips only to move his soiled fingers to his mouth where he sucks them clean of your essence. then he places his mouth on yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue before he swallows you down his throat.

words needn’t be exchanged for you to know what comes next, you simply follow changbins lead as he drags you all the way home and makes a mess of you on the sheets of his bed.

#stray kids smut #seo changbin smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfiction #skz smut #skz fanfiction #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #seo changbin x reader #seo changbin fanfiction #seo changbin blurbs #seo changbin imagines

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agendabymooner · 7 months

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look what god gave her ! fernando a. x ofc (pro wrestler!ofc)

"she walks in the room, it's like he answered my prayers."

summary: everybody learned how to appreciate fernando's wife, trish alonso, one day at a time. OR, a series of tweets in which fans dug deeper into the lives and relationship of the alonso couple back in 2000s.

content warning: possible use of explicit language, dad!fernando x mom!ofc, mentions scandals (cheating, spygate, crashgate), thirsty grid and thirsty nando incoming, brief mention of jenson button x ofc, mentions break ups

note: nando fuckers unite!! older men kick continues with this smau but worry not, there'll be more. also! please don't hesitate to send me prompts for headcanons or blurbs! the ask inbox is open and available for requests or questions! enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

tagged fernandoalo_oficial

liked by pierregasly, landonorris, georgerussell63

user1 dilf nando, dilf nando, dilf nando 😩

user2 (s)creaming /j

user3 el plan(t a child in me pls)

user4 y'all- 💀 touch grass

lewishamilton much needed 🙌 liked by thetrishalonso

lance_stroll where's my godson??? 🤔 liked by thetrishalonso

carlossainzjr and mine??? 😕 liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso lance_stroll carlossainzjr tino and tiago are being mini fernandos as always 😒 cranky and pouty when i'm not holding them for the pictures

user5 YES TRISH OUT HIM!!!!

user6 clingy nando is canon?? 🥺

fernandoalo_oficial no pictures of you? 🤔 liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso you hogged all of them on your phone and never gave them to me so i can't post them 😕

user7 dashing to nando's gram rq 🏃‍♀️

[ translation: i have the sexiest wife ever ]

tagged thetrishalonso

liked by pierregasly, landonorris, mickschumacher

user1 oh no... it's a trish alonso dump post- RUN 🏃‍♀️

user2 the whole grid are holding onto their dear lives rn 🥲

user3 horknee f1 drivers appearing in 3...2...1...

pierregasly indeed 😍

user4 pierre plz 😨 this is her husband's insta

pierregasly who's stopping me 🤷‍♀️

user4 pardon??? 😳

landonorris i agree, fernando! 🙌

maxfewtrell mate... this is embarrassing...

user5 max the wag >>>

mickschumacher sí ! 🤩

user6 no, mick! horny! ❌

carlossainzjr i don't blame you nando 🙌

user7 😰 y'all got death wish fr

thetrishalonso realmente sabes cómo hacerme sonrojar, ¿eh? 😆 you really know how to make me blush, huh? liked by fernandoalo_oficial

fernandoalo_oficial nadie puede hacerlo excepto yo, hermosa 🤗 nobody can do it like me, beautiful

user8 mom pick me up i'm scared 😥

user9 the whole grid are crying just seeing these two flirt on main 🤣

bonus !!!

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kangturu07 · 19 days

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I'm just thinking they will be a good bro with each other . Look, they even have their own fanfiction with their partner

Meanwhile , the said (horknee) partner :

#魔尊只想走剧情 #人渣反派自救系统 #svsss #scum villian self saving system #The Demon Lord Only Wants to Follow the Script #shen qingqiu #fang li #luo binghe #xie huai #doodle #art #danmei #shitpost #crossover

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filmbyjy · 1 year

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How hyung line would look after you on your period ?

a/n: oh actually I’ve done one with the whole group before but since this is only for the hyung line, it’s going to be a new one! also it’s great to know i’m currently on my period as I started writing this🧌currently dying👍🏻

WARNING: since it is the hyung line, i'm making it more suggestive than usual. why? bc these four have me on chokehold. which also means minors please do not interact. mentions about giving head. mentions of makeout. i'm putting this in the smut tag only bc i realise the more i write, the more i want to go further😀.

enhypen reacts [hyung line]: taking care of you during your period

— placing this in case the read more messes up —

❦ heeseung

oh lee heeseung…holding back myself bc i may pounce

but anyways, i've said in my other post with the whole group, heeseung would definitely be sweet

he buys you pads whenever you run out (with addition of him being terrified by the heaps of pads and tampons in that section)

helps make tea (or coffee but i'm more of tea girl) when you feel in pain.

helps you distract from your cramps by making you laugh

he still that sweet boyfriend but...

his patience is at the low when he's getting hot and heavy.

i mentioned that heeseung now uses kisses to make you feel better whenever you are having cramps.

and when those kisses get carried away, you bet your asses you will be laid back onto the couch as heeseung hovers over you.

and he would get annoyed if your cramps interrupt his kissing session with you.

if it escalates even further, you have to stop him and remind him that you are on your period.

to which, he groans

"i just want to give you some love. why does mother nature have to come at the worst timing." he complains.

oh lee heeseung, you wished god never made women suffer with periods every month but there was no choice.

so to suffice heeseung's lust, you umm well offer him to give him head.

and yes, he agreed bc who wouldn't want to receive head from their significant other.

❦ jay

okay so i've mentioned before that since jay is an only child, he wouldn't know much about periods and stuff

after all, the only womanly figure around him is his mom.

however, he does quickly learn how to handle these sorts of things bc well he is simply park jongseong.

and once he becomes a pro at it then yay! happy girlfriend = happy jay

now for the suggestive part...

jay, to put it quite frankly, has a high sex drive. i won't lie

but he is a patient man so he will wait

however, not when you've been teasing him.

you've gotten more horknee during your period and like you have a hunk of a boyfriend

how are you not supposed to tease him

your kisses always lingered on him and it makes him want to swoop you in and kiss you hard

but he knows he shouldn't

"love, we shouldn't." jay says.

"but i just want to kiss you."

"if i kiss you, i won't be able to control myself."

but of course, you kissed him.

it ends with you and him having clothed sex and yes, it was the hottest thing you've done with jay.

❦ jake

i've mentioned that jake has 'golden retriever' energy

and it's true he does

he would be a good boy and run around helping you whenever he needs to

bc he loves you

which does make him sound like a total simp, which he is. however, do you wear the pants in the relationship?

unfortunately, you don't bc although jake is all 'happy puppy', he can turn into a total menace with you.

tbh, he hates whenever you have your period. sure he takes care of you and whatever.

but to him, a period is like cockblocker

he can't have sex with you

and we all can tell that he has a high sex drive (read: scorpio sign staring right back at you)

so like whenever, it's that time of the month...jake has no choice but to either jerk off or be holy and not touch himself

if he decides to stay holy is bc he would rather feel you than use his hands.

however, if he can't wait then his right hand will be of use.

❦ sunghoon

i didn't mention much in hoon's side bc it was just crack

and honestly, it's true

sunghoon just wants to liven up the mood bc he knows it probably hurts

or well you told him how much it hurts

sunghoon doesn't enjoy seeing you in pain so he opts to make you smile

or well...see you flustered

sunghoon likes to also tease you during your period

why? bc you can't do anything about it

little does he know, your hormones go way worse when it's that time of the month.

he will trap you against a wall, lean down to nearly kiss your lips and then pulling away.

you hate it but you also loved it bc god you loved the tension whenever it happens.

finally, you cracked. you wrapped your arms around sunghoon's neck and kissed him. he wasn't fazed by it since he wanted this too.

it escalates further, you were in the bedroom. straddling sunghoon's lap still kissing him and grinding down on him.

sunghoon knows this should stop but he drunk off the feeling, it had been a long time (it was only 2-3 days).

you had ended it off by giving him head and he helped you out by letting you ride his thigh.

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ikkosu · 2 months

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PUNISHMENT

nsfw!! I think I have a thing for robo-abdomens (is there a kink for that) don't mind me woo hee 🙉 horknee drabble (or not) because I'm losing my MINDm I am so down bad for this man you don't understand. I want him rooked to a ceiling as I do unethical things to that cop

mouse-verse THIS wasn't what he was expecting when you said you'd go down on him. Even before the insinuation had clocked in — during the confines of the debrief, his spike had already pressurized at the sight of your unusually short skirt.

Of course, everyone else just had to be normal about it : Perceptor beside you as usual, clicking on the points, droning off about the new advances on the forcefield perimeter; Ratchet's gruff demeanor still trying to outwit Ironhide's; Smokescreen being a brat and throwing paper ball at sideswipe, who chucks a whole energon cube at the kid.

He's the only one shifting constantly in his seat, digits gripping the table it's denting under the pressure and dentas grinding he's legitimately this close to hurling Bee out of the window.

"Stuck in a hard place, pal?" He nagged.

Ha. Ha. Very funny. Someone give the bug a Nobel prize.

He's the only one tortured by the visage and it's certainly not helping that you're in front of him, whirling around to scribble equations on the board. Equations he should be jotting down for later inquiry, regarding it's advances.

But the skirt swirls in tandem of your movements, and when he gets a glimpse of the lacy pink, his spike conched the hood of the panel.

Of course you just had to drop that pencil. You just had to fraggin' bend over like that where he gets a full view of your ass; lacy pink that curved over the deliciously plush mound.

When he's locked in at the sight, you grabbed the pencil and straighten up — not before catching his glare and throwing him a wink.

He keels over his desk with a vent.

"Prowl, you're uh looking a little pale there." Arcee smiles primly and hands over some rust sticks. "Famished?"

He raises his head lethargically, glaring at her. "Does it look like I'm okay?"

You're turning him into some lowly degenerate and he hates it. It's like you exist simply to humiliate him.

Arcee bristles then returns the scowl, retracting her offer back, close to her chassis "Alright, then. Starve."

He'll take starving over this anytime.

"When I get you, mouse....just see when I get you."

—

YOU'RE between his legs.

And he's on the berth, flat on his back with his helm thrown against the headrest. He lets out a unrestrained, shuddered groan.

Chassis heaving with shallow breath, his slick member drags back and forth against your clothed chest as you peppered kisses along his abdomen, unsheathed of his metal platings.

He feels your lips suckling the soft protoform, teeth grazing the flesh he winced at the pleasure — but also pain, an oxymoron, because you're not giving enough attention to his throbbing spike.

Prowl hissed. " If I didnt know any better you're deliberately doing this to piss me off."

You hummed and nuzzled your cheek against his abdomen. "Your spike isnt only the main course, you know."

Even when he's got you all to himself after a day's worth of torture, he's still being punished in the confines of his habsuite. Primus forbid anyone walk in now. He could just flip you over, push aside the lacy pink and rut you from behind.

"Don't push me." It was almost a growl.

A grin cracked between your teeth; you dive in for another kiss at his abdominal protoform. You liked it when he's pathetic. When he's grovelling at your mercy for such a touch-repulsed officer as he. His thighs tenses up and his helm is thrown back.

"Please." This time, it was a whine.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #idw prowl #prowl x reader #idw prowl x reader #valveplug

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minispidey · 7 months

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if you do one shots, could you do one where bimbo gf (reader) and steven get halloween costumes. i’ll try to explain best i can, but reader puts bag of their costumes in the bathroom . reader got a playboy bunny, but it is still in the bag. reader tells steven to change into costume but steven gets confused and changes into the playboy bunny one and is very flustered. ik this is a very long request but i NEED more bimboxsteven

YOU'RE A BUNNY, DUH!

Steven Grant x f!bimbo!reader.

warnings: suggestive content, bimbo is really horknee okay??

a/n: hi babes! ty for requesting this! had to do this before october ended for halloween because duhhh it's halloween! i had such a huge writer's block (plus i got sick) and this is as good as i can write at the moment. again, ty for the request! so sorry it's short!

If there's a season your little bimbo heart loved more than spring, it's definitely autumn. The smell of the fresh cold air, the pumpkins, the leaves falling down on your hair, and of course— halloween.

It was your first halloween in London. You planned like crazy to have the best night ever with your boyfriend (which consisted of non stop fucking in your flat at first) and bought costumes for you two to hit up a couple pubs.

Knowing how shy Steven is when it came to how sexy you are, you wanted to wear something revealing. You wanted to drive him crazy and make him fuck you right there at that very moment he looks at you.

"Stevie!" your voice boomed in his flat, following the sound of you shutting his door "I'm back, baby!"

"I'm in bed, love!" he responded. Steven sets his book down and takes off his glasses, watching you walk towards him.

"Hi, Stevie. I missed you so much!" you straddled him and cupped his face "I got your costume~"

"You went shopping for three hours, love. I'm just here. I could've come with you if you wanted." Steven then rests his head in between your breasts, taking in your scent.

"Why don't you go try it on? It's in the bathroom. I'll show you mine later."

"It's that much of a surprise that you left it in the loo? Is it naughty?"

"Later." you began to squeal when Steven began blowing raspberries into your breasts "Stevie! I promise, later!" you giggled before playfully pushing him away.

Steven laughed at your reaction and smiled at you "Alright, alright. If you got me a ghost face costume, you're in for a rough night."

"I'm counting on it~"

"Cheeky."

Steven got up and watched as you lied down in his previous position and smiled. He walked inside the bathroom and closed the door behind me before digging into the pink shopping bag.

His eyebrows furrowed before his eyes widened "What the..." he takes out a pink corset and pink silk panties, along with pink stockings.

"She has to be kidding." Marc says from the headspace. Steven looks up into the mirror to find Marc judging him "No way are we coming out of this place wearing that."

"Come on, she probably looked for it for hours... I don't wanna make her sad..."

"Honesty is the best policy."

"Honesty hurts people sometimes." Steven sighed before taking his shirt off.

"You're serious?!"

"Stevie? You've been in there a while considering all you needed to wear was a sheet and a mask..." you knocked on the bathroom door before pacing back and fourth again, waiting.

The lock of the door clicked and the door opened wide, Steven stepping out in a pink playboy bunny costume, complete with a bunny tail and ears.

You covered your mouth and held in your laugh "Steven?"

"Does it look bad?"

"No no! It's just that..." you giggled "That's actually mine."

"Wait what?" Steven's eyes widened.

You walked towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck "But you know... you look so fucking hot..." you breathed into his neck. Your left leg hooked behind his leg and you started placing kisses along his collar bone.

"L-Love?"

"I want you to fuck me. Right here right now."

Steven froze for a moment before slowly nodding and started to pull down the silk panties and stockings. Your hand stopped him.

"The costume stays on, Stevie... take your cock out."

#moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant smut #minirevengers requests #x bimbo reader #x bimbo!reader #bimbo!reader

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chikenkari · 2 months

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if you're still asking for horknee Jack suggestions, I propse we draw jack in a way befitting his slutty man waist 😌

Its what he gets for being built like that. Anyway you can do specifics of outfit should you choose my side quest.

Also love your art have a good day/night! ^^

Good day to you too!! Thanks for the compliment, hehe~

I slept with your proposition in mind and decided to go with the classic crossdressing because... because. (you can see I was going extra feral about his waist too, no joke want to wrap my hands around it...)

I have little sketches with other outfits but they are far more... suggestive... and maybe... perhaps... even NSFW...

I'm actually a little surprised I haven't seen him in this dress already? or I just didn't stumble upon it??

#artists on tumblr #art #swwsdj #sdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack #sdj fanart #sdj jack #sunny day jack fanart

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dear-mrs-otome · 5 months

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Would you please share crumbs of Jude's event? 👉👈

Yeah yeah! This goes for my other anon who was asking too...I won't go into any detail because I'm positive someone out there will do a much better job of translating but here's the super quick and dirty version, literally just copying what I was screeching to friends. see what i did there

Basically, Kate gets herself accidentally drugged shielding some woman when she and Jude are on a mission dealing with human traffickers, and she's high as fuck on this aphrodisiac stuff, just no brain cells left only horknee. Roger says she's just gotta wait it out and that someone should keep an eye on her overnight to make sure no bad side effects happen, and of course he volunteers.

Jude: he's just gonna try and get a piece -.-

Roger's like AS WOULD ANY OF US HERE and Jude's level of legit out loud just saying I'M SURROUNDED BY THE DREGS OF SOCIETY had me rolling.

Anyway, much to his surprise Kate picks him to be her monitor and he eventually gets exasperated with her not even being able to walk right, he's like I'm not standing here all night holding you up binch. You'll feel better if you just come, so here's my hand - go wild rubbing yourself on some fingers to get off.

He keeps giving her shit about her being pitiful and stuff but he never touches her anywhere else and only over her clothes as she comes a couple of times, and Kate finally implies that's why she picked him, because she knew he'd never take advantage of someone in her state. Jude teases her about how convenient it is to be able to blame all this sluttery on the drugs but he gets very serious (SOFT FACE ALERT) and tells her he's just yanking her chain - he knows she's not the sort of girl to give herself away so easily.

It's hilarious but also weirdly gentlemanly, and he helps her mentally get through it by commiserating with her rage that some guy is out there manufacturing this horrible stuff and putting women through what she's suffering through, and he basically says hang in there and after this is over how about you and I make sure we track down that fucker and give him hell 😈

There's a pretty amusing scene after the night ends, some time later when they HAVE caught the guy, and Kate's celebrating. Jude's confiscated all the aphrodisiac and taken over the supply lines, and Kate asks what he's gonna do with it, and he tells her he's gonna sell it. She's like WHAT but he very logically explains that if he doesn't, someone else will step up to make something possibly even worse, so he'll dilute it and control distribution safely (ostensibly to hopefully keep it safer) ((Jude for legalized marijuana amirite))

But then the shithead offers to sell her some with a sly grin and Kate's just difjfjfjdjd No NO THANK YOU

Jude: you sure? You SEEMED like you were enjoying yourself ;) leaving Kate just -.- And then he's basically like, eh i wouldn't mind being with you I guess your O face ain't so bad and poor Kate is left kind of like he's joking right? RIGHT? because if he isn't god help me and my poor heart

ANYWAYS...like I said, it was all kind of very twistedly chivalrous, and it really reinforced again that Jude's a dick but an equal opportunity one, he's never a dick to Kate because she's a woman. He drinks his respect juice, especially for exploited ladies it seems, even if he shows it strangely at times.

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikevil jude #spoiler #spoilers #ikemen villains spoilers #ikevil spoilers #mrs o talks #ugh how does he manage to infuriate and endear himself in the same breath

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mabelstone · 5 months

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hello babie

little angst fic in light of the new matt pics? gruffy stubborn horknee matt? a little christmas miracle?

love u miss u

hi sugarpie miss u more

hope this suffices <3 i couldn't think of a 'christmas miracle' i am sorry xx maybe i'll write a soft christmas fic after this

18+ ofc, you know me by now

Nobody Compares to You

matt stone x reader

word count: 2.1k

***

Being with a prolific near-billionaire with a ridiculously successful TV show and a close-to cult following has its downsides. The copious amounts of groupies, stalkers, etc, etc. Not to mention that he's the textbook definition of a workaholic, which often meant you would go days without seeing each other due to your conflicting work schedules, despite sharing the same bed each night.

You knew this going into your relationship with him and you swore you wouldn't have it any other way.

That was until you found out about the new hire at South Park Studios. A painfully beautiful, bubbly young woman around your age, funny and oh, so intelligent. To your dismay, everyone in the studio had grown very fond of her, including your beloved boyfriend. The part he failed to mention was that she was now his personal assistant, hence why she would text him at inappropriate hours and was practically glued to him each time you visited him at work on one of your days off.

You could look past the groupies and die hard fans as you knew they wouldn't ever stand a chance. But a young woman so full of life, someone who made Matt cackle the way only you and his friends could unearthed something deep inside you. An unmistakable hatred for this girl, though she hadn't done anything wrong, per se. This created a rift in your relationship with him, and though you wanted to blame her, it was painfully clear that it was your doing.

One day you'd surprised him with lunch, taking in a container of his absolute favourite meal that you'd slaved over all morning.

"Oh, thank you, gorgeous," he'd kissed you tenderly, though his words to follow suggested he wouldn't be eating it any time soon. "I wish you'd called... Belle and I just got Chinese, I'm stuffed."

Your smile faltered, peering over at the twiggy blonde tapping away at her laptop with her long, neon orange nails. "I wanted to surprise you. My mistake."

Belle looked up intermittently with an unreadable expression, "yeah, so sorry. What was your name, again?"

"Y/N," you shot her a fake smile that was about as friendly as a kick to the jaw. He mustn't talk about me often. "Ah," was all you could muster, a pang of disappointment flooding your veins.

"I'm sorry," he frowned lightly, a gentle hand taking yours. "I'll have it for dinner! You know me so well."

"So you'll be staying late again?"

"At this rate, it's a safe bet," he smiled sympathetically. He looked tired, no surprise. You sometimes selfishly wished that he'd get a bad cold or something so he'd be forced to stay home with you. "I'm really sorry."

"Meeting in five, Matt," Belle spoke up, her tone a lot friendlier than it was with you.

"I'll get out of your hair then." You didn't say bye, instead speed walked to your car, fuelled by your rage toward his assistant.

Matt: Not even going to say goodbye to me?

Matt: This isn't my fault

You: i just didn't know you were having lunch dates with your assistant

You cursed yourself straight after your message sent, realising just how ridiculous you sounded. Like a jealous teenage girl.

Matt: Lunch date? You mean having lunch with your coworker is now considered a date?

You: does she even know you have a girlfriend?

Matt: Do I really have to share my personal life with my assistant? She does, yes. What has gotten into you?

You: she gets to spend every minute of every day with you

Matt: So this is about her? Don't be so jealous, this is a work relationship.

Matt: Gotta go.

Your eyes blurred with tears as you drove home in silence, your jaw ticking in frustration. You couldn't help but wonder if you were in the wrong. Surely he would have had to pick her as his assistant, right? Why couldn't he have picked a man. Or, as awful as it sounds, a girl who wasn't so attractive. Or maybe a girl who wouldn't have graduated the same year as you.

He got home at 11pm, a bit earlier than you had anticipated. You couldn't sleep though, your mind running wild at the possibilities. With all the time spent with her and away from you, would he fall for her? Would he stop loving you? Was she planning to whisk him away from you? Was your little argument today just pushing him further into her arms?

He walked into your bedroom and didn't say a word. He walked straight into the ensuite and locked the door before you had a chance to speak, closing your mouth immediately.

When he came out, he looked visibly more relaxed, newly grown out curls dripping beads of water onto his skin. He sat in front of you on the bed, only a towel keeping him decent.

"Care to tell me what that was earlier?" His voice was stern, eyebrows slightly raised.

"You tell me," you tone was unwavering as well, arms folded across your chest.

"I wish I could," he huffed, the frustration clearly creeping back. "I can see that you're jealous. But I think theres a bit more to it, isn't there?"

"I miss you."

"Of course I miss you too. But I have to go to work. I can't control the hours!" He raised his voice slightly. Maybe there was more to this for him, too.

"We haven't had sex in two weeks, Matt," you sighed, looking toward the ceiling as that awful, sad feeling reared its ugly head again. "You used to want it- need it, every second day, at least."

"We haven't had time!" He sighed now, running a hand over his face. "I've had to... deal with it myself."

"Does your assistant have to be there for that too? Does she add it into your calendar?" You bit, meeting his eyeline again, that now had narrowed on you, angry brows knotted together.

"You are a brat, you know that?" He spat, appearing as if he were about to double over in anger.

"I'm a brat, huh?" You laughed humourlessly, shaking your head at him. "I spent all morning cooking for you. Every day I do all the cleaning after I've been working all day. I iron your clothes for the next day and have them ready for you every night before I even think to do anything for myself. Before I even have dinner!"

He just stared back, not interjecting for a change. His expression softened as he let you get it all out.

"I have done that for you for four years now! Four years! But I'm a brat, huh? All because I miss you and yes, I'm upset that you have a pretty new assistant. I'm upset that she spends all day with you, gets to have lunch and sometimes dinner with you. She gets to eat and laugh with you, all the while I come home to our house alone. I go to sleep alone and wake up alone. Do you know the things I would do to have lunch with you just once a week? The fact that I'm even explaining myself is ridiculous, I-"

Your rambling was cut short but warm lips pressing gently against yours. Your hands instantly found damp curls, fighting the urge to cry at the fact he was finally at your fingertips, and not when he was snoring beside you in the small hours. He was finally there, finally, you had his undivided attention.

His fingers quickly hooked into your panties, pulling them off in one autonomous motion. He wasted no time disconnecting your lips, positioning himself between your thighs. His warm tongue flitting over your clit sent a shockwave of electricity through your body, a sharp gasp from your lips piercing the overwhelming tension in the room. You grabbed a fistful of his hair without a second thought, grinding down onto that beautiful face. The coarseness of his beard scratched your inner thighs, sending a chill down your spine. With your eyes screwed shut, you moaned his name just as you had imagined for nights on end, his own groan vibrating against your core. You opened your eyes when you thought he'd pulled out your vibrator, soon realised it was just his phone buzzing somewhere on the bed spread. He didn't slow his motions, continuing to lick dizzying stripes across your clit. You felt around for his phone, wishing you hadn't when you saw her caller ID on the screen.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Mm, what?" His voice was muffled against you, only pulling away when you pulled your hips away. "Oh, come on. I can't control when she calls me, babe. It's probably something really important."

You realised you weren't angry at him, but absolutely livid with her. You just had a gut feeling about her. You knew girls like her, you could tell from he minute you laid eyes on here. She just wanted to climb the hierarchal ladder that was your beloved boyfriend. Unfortunately he was going to have to figure that out on his own. You couldn't help but give him the cold shoulder that night.

***

Things had slightly improved between the two of you. You'd been intimate more frequently, things often getting so steamy that one time he'd bent you over the kitchen counter, resulting in very burnt chicken for dinner.

For the sake of your own sanity, you'd stopped torturing yourself with your imagination over his beautiful assistant. He loved you, he was as faithful as they come.

Matt: I'll be home in 30 xx

He'd messaged you that two hours ago. You were worried you'd have to start calling police stations, but he finally responded to your missed calls with another text.

Matt: Long story. Talk soon.

He returned home an hour later, the door slamming behind him. You startled from where you sitting on the couch, having stress drank through half a bottle of red wine at this stage. He scooped you up from your position on the couch, eliciting a loud squeal of surprise from you, followed by the thunk of your wine glass hitting the carpet, effectively painting the rug crimson.

"Don't worry about it," he breathed against your skin. "Missed you," he trailed kisses along your jaw and neck, your breath hitching when he would hit your sweet spots.

"Mm- what happened at work? Where were you?" You grabbed his jaw in an attempt to slow him to no avail. He continued to carry you to the bedroom, physically in front of you, but mentally somewhere deep between your thighs.

"Don't worry about it," he echoed, placing you down onto the bed. You felt a little worried - he only got like this if something really stressful happened. He was usually great at talking about his feelings, especially when something happened at work.

He continued to kiss down your body, trying to strip your clothes with such haste you could barely keep up.

"Babe- stop. Stop." You huffed, finally getting a grip on his tireless wrists. "What happened? Were you with her?"

Then he came back into his body, eyes narrowing on yours. "We're seriously still on this?" He groaned, sitting back on his knees. "I fired her."

"Fired her?!" You couldn't hide the surprise in your tone, but masked the happiness very well. "Why? I thought she was a hoot, no?"

"I don't want to talk about it right now," he sighed. Catching your expression, he realised you weren't going to let up until you had the full story. "Jesus- okay, she tried to make a move on me. Happy? You were right." He rolled his eyes.

Now you were beaming. You thought you'd be more upset, but his obvious disgust debunked that thought immediately. "Say that last part again."

"You were right," he rolled his eyes again, playfully this time. "Now take off your clothes."

"Yes, sir!" You laughed too, stripping off your clothes so fast, you'd miss it if you blinked. Immediately, he was on top of you, a growing hard on pressing into your thigh.

"Nobody compares to you," he mumbled against your lips, stripping his boxers without taking his eyes off you, drinking you in. "Nobody."

His words warmed you to your core, words you didn't know you needed to hear. Despite the intensity leading up to this moment, he slid himself in slowly, stretching and filling you inch by glorious inch. You arched your back into the feeling, bare chests rubbing against one another.

"I love you," you breathed, grinding gently into him, both of your hips connecting in slow synchronicity. His warm arms surrounding you, pulling you impossibly closer.

"I love you," he kissed you slowly, "so, so much."

You felt more connected than you had in weeks, months, even. And in that moment, you too though, nobody compares to you.

you know me by now. no proof reading sozzy and this ending sucks balls... but its dry out here

#matt stone #matt stone x reader #matt stone smut

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phyrestartr · 7 months

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OK POLL ON THE NSFW FICS LOL

Zombie Apocalypse AU

#NSFW, reader has an exhibitionist kink, Miguel's a geneticist, reader's a cop, hurt, comfort, infidelity, cheating, mentions of depression and trauma, things work out in the end, nobody dies

He called you again.

And this time, you answered.

Miguel's heart jumped. "(Name)?"

"Babe?" You sounded like you were panting, like you were straining against something. "Are–are you okay? Where are you?" A string of coughs punched out of your lungs in rough staccato, pinching Miguel's nerves with every ghastly beat. He was scared. Why was he scared?

"I--I'm," Miguel stammered, still unable to have that conversation, still too much of a fucking coward in the end. "Does it matter?"

"Just keep the doors locked," you continued. "Keep 'em locked, and…and I dunno if you're in a tower or a house or fucking whatever, but don't leave until things get quiet." You picked yourself up from the ground, Miguel could tell by the scratch of gravel echoing wherever you were. "Don't get bit. Don't help anyone who is bit. Put yourselves first."

"But, I–you–do you have Gabi?" Panic gripped his throat as jets flew overhead, high above the city. The engines roared a gruesome apology, a sound Ouranos himself must have created when his own children slew him, so filled with godly enmity.

Then, molten death rained on the city. Miguel stared at roaring explosions dotting the cityscape, watching pillars of flame feed into the world's chaos. His hands trembled when the same carnage screeched through your phone.

"I'll find her. I-I promise, Miguel, I'll find her and--and I'll–shit."

There was gunfire. Gunfire encased in wild snarling. It devoured the crack of plastic hitting concrete, the noises you gasped out, the–

Silence.

Simple Things [3]

#NSFW, Miguel is HORKNEE

"There–There," Miguel gasped, hips stuttering against your grip, fighting you for a faster tempo. Deliciously curved talons screeched against the lab's stage console while another set hooked into your shoulder, pulling a breathy, staccato laugh from your chest. That sound, that music, tortured Miguel more.

"Here?" You hit that spot again, and his thighs cinched into the dip of your waist with the cruel tenacity of a corset. Your hips rocked against him languidly, grinding against his sweet spot time after time, driving him to infinite, molten ecstasy.

Blood beaded under his clawed hold as he growled softly, flashing the barest amount of fang. "Shock–please, just–(Name)." It'd almost sound like whining if Miguel hadn't decided he was demanding your cooperation instead. He didn't whine.

Your mouth found his in a soft, sweet kiss, before your impish smile branded his lips. "I know, baby," you cooed into the warmth of his skin, humming past any precious gasp or moan you pulled out of him. "I'll get you there, just trust me, yeah?"

The warmth in your whispers unknotted the coil in his stomach. Your name caught in his throat at an odd angle, drawing it thin and high and strained behind clenched teeth. It must have been a death rattle, the last gasps before he found his Eden amidst the white fire in his veins, and never came back.

Your hand on his cheek grounded him, brought him back to Earth enough for his wine red eyes to flutter open and catch your mouth moving, uttering words he couldn't grasp while you reached towards your own undoing. He watched your lips, filling in the words he failed to hear beyond the drumming of his heart beating: you're beautiful, you're so good for me, I love y–

Beep. Beep. Be–CRUNCH.

Miguel's talons decimated his phone as his eyes snapped open. He breathed hard through his nose, his broad chest heaving with every rattling inhale while he came down from that soul-shattering high. Sweat clung to him, his sheets found themselves with new tears, oh and his boxer briefs–

Really, Miguel?

Miguel x F!Reader

#NSFW, hurt/comfort, fears of rejection, coming out, thoughts on gender identity, NB girlies rise up I'm one of you, resolutions, Miguel's a good boy

Miguel loved you. You loved him. It was simple.

Only, it wasn’t. Not for you.

Shame ate you every time you felt his embrace, every time he filled you with a searing heat only he could control in your tumultuous, all-feeling heart. That self-condemnation didn’t come because of who you were, no, but because of what you couldn’t tell him, what you were too afraid to tell him.

But you could cope, you always had. Did it really even matter, anyway? Did you need to bring that out into the world, to declare you were someone more nuanced than the snarky, kind woman he fell for? Was it worth it to walk and breathe, to sing and smile, to love and dance in the truth of your ipseity if it meant losing your one and only, your partner for life?

You didn’t know. You didn’t know if love would welcome the truth.

You didn’t think the ceiling would hold the answers either, as much as you stared up at it that morning, hoping for an epiphany. The heels of your palms dug into your eyes while you sighed a shaky, weak sigh, and found the strength to roll out of bed. Or, well, at least sit up.

“Heeey,” Lyla chirped as she flickered into being beside you. “Everything cool, buddy?”

You tried a smile and nodded. “Yeah. Everything’s cool. I’m cool. It’s just one of those days, I guess.”

“Yeah, I get that. It happens, so don’t sweat it, alright?” The digital Tinkerbelle gave you a reassuring, glitchy smile as she made a show of patting your arm. “Is it ‘cause of last night?”

You grimaced, and Lyla nodded judiciously.

God, you didn’t want to remember that. Bursting into tears just because he said he loved you was just–it wasn’t exactly how you wanted it to go.

Brother's Best Friend

#NSFW, Reader has a brother, mentions of alcohol and pot, consensual sex, car sex, Miguel gets embarrassed, reader is built different

"Who is that?" Miguel asked over the howl of party-goers and raucous music. He held his shitty beer in one hand, and a weird concoction of juice, something and something suspicious in his other hand. A very college moment for him.

Seb glanced at who Miguel gestured to with the tilt of a chin, and he burst into drunken laughter.

"Dude. No. Nooo no no, nope. That's–nyope," he answered, very helpfully. "Just very no."

Miguel rolled his eyes as his best friend's girl kissed him and stole away Miguel's chance of learning just who the alt weirdo lounging on the couch was. Christ, people in love were so fucking annoying.

"Why, what's his baggage? Drug dealer? Academic dishonesty?" Miguel took a deep drink from the red solo cup and made a face. "Fuck, what the hell is in this?"

Sebastian let his girlfriend kiss his neck as he graced Miguel with an answer. "That's my little brother, dipshit. You remember (Name)? I've only mentioned him like a thousand billion times."

"Huh," Miguel sipped his beer this time. (Name). Through the haze of booze and the boom of the bass, Miguel did somewhat recognize that name. He didn't know you had such a pretty face, though. He didn't think you'd have such a nice body, either.

Seb smacked his friend's shoulder. "He's sooo off-limits, dude, so off-limits."

Miguel scoffed, brandishing an arrogant smirk on his handsome face. "Says who?"

"Says me, you fucking whore–you're not going to stick your horse dick in my baby brother, you got that?" And he sounded serious, but Miguel didn't really care much. "Hey, hey, if you fuck him, I'm gonna rip your cock off and shove it up your ass and then light you on fire, Miguel. I'm so fucking serious.

"Baby," Seb's girl cooed, "why don't we go wind down a little, huh? I think you need to lay down and cool off."

"Yeah, go lay down, Sebby," Miguel chided.

"I–but I–okay, I'm gonna go do a 'lil nappy nap," he started, letting his girl drag him away from his arch nemesis, "but when I come back, you better've not cum in my brother, you hear me, O'hara?"

"Bye bye, sweet dreams," Miguel called instead of answering. He downed the cursed solo drink as soon as Sebastian was truly spirited away, and he made his way over to you.

ABO-verse

#NSFW, alpha!reader, omega!miguel, courting, reader is a respectful boy, miguel's a spicy omega

You were kind, gentle, and strong.

Miguel was temperamental, stubborn, and even stronger.

Together, you complimented one another quite nicely. Even your biology sought harmony--one presented omega, the other alpha.

Things got tricky around base when Miguel's heats rolled around. He'd become irritable, quicker to choose violence, and more standoffish than usual–an uncommon set of traits for an omega, but something very uniquely him.

The other omegas, Miguel noticed, became too cutesy, too touchy, too needy for whatever alpha their body demanded, and Miguel loathed it. Loathed it because he had to watch everyone throw themselves at you and beg to be yours. He watched them keen and purr at you, bringing you food to prove they could provide. They gave you gifts, promises of kids, declarations of love, but you calmed them and gently redirected their passions elsewhere. Truly a formidable show of strength.

But you were still human.

The first time Miguel slipped up, you were in his lab together, going over anomalies, assigning medical staff to each team, when your back straightened and you looked around, nostrils flaring and eyes widening in surprise. Miguel caught you leaning in and inhaling his scent before you wrenched yourself back and tried to act natural, rubbing your nose and clearing your throat.

“I, ah–I think your heat’s on the way, Miguel,” You mumbled quietly, despite there being no one else around to hear. Your hand worried at your mouth, rubbing soothingly. “If you want to–If you need to take a break to–”

“Yeah, I–just give me a second. I'll be quick.” But he’d gone out of his way to touch your shoulder, to give it a firm pat to test the waters, before he headed to another room to deal with the burgeoning issue. He’d felt your eyes shyly follow him as he left. It was quite…cute. Endearing. Inviting.

After that, not much happened. You had regained composure when Miguel had come back, and business went about as usual.

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