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yourssinfullyquiche · 6 months

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Morning

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 SMUT SMUT SMUT— This is an NSFW drabble Hope you enjoy~

The voice he uses when he wakes me. Husky and low. Sometimes it’s due to tiredness, lack of sleep, and work. Other times—most of the time, it’s the knowledge that my body tingles with goosebumps when I hear it close to the shell of my ear.

“Morning…,” he exhales softly against my ear that it tickles. The rough layers reverberate through me, fluttering around in my lower belly. The breath I take in is quick to calm my beating heart yet it is futile when his hand languidly traces the band of my panties over my cream nightgown. The hem has ridden up to my thigh and this does not go unnoticed by officer Gavin’s keen eyes.

My voice comes out lazily. “Mmm morning.” The band stretches and smacks lightly on my hips as his fingers play with it. I bite the inside of my mouth, guide his naughty hand to my soaking pussy that awaits his fingers and the moan that escapes me is immediate when his fingers slip in and come into contact with the bud of nerves.

It’s aching when one finger slips in, followed by another. They move without hesitation, those nimble fingers. My toes curl inwards, soft moans of his name escape my lips. Then I feel it, his hardened cock grinding against me, the quivering sighs teasing my ear knowing full well how it shoots sparks straight to my core, that it only serves to make me more hot and wet.

My body’s on fire and it coils further and further into a tight knot desperately waiting for the inevitable snap that would release me into oblivion. “Almost there,” he whispers as he adds another finger. His lips rest on my temple leaving a few kisses. The couple of moans I let out are the only response he gets. His fingers are unrelenting in their mission, slamming in and out, teasing the bud of nerves—the friction as he rolls his cock to my ass makes me see stars.

“Ga-gavin...” In my fogged out brains the squelching sounds register—it’s erotic and like a moth drawn to a flame my body responds to it, making me moan louder. The way I am right now—naked, vulnerable, an incoherent mess and on the verge of falling apart, it’s only for his eyes. I aimlessly find something to grip as I near the breaking point, the bedsheet is my victim but it slips away easily. Almost instantly, Gavin’s idle hand envelopes mine, our fingers fill the spaces between.

“Thank y-ahhhh!” I grip onto his hand as I reach the blinding crest and feel my whole body tremble with overwhelming relief and satisfaction. It takes moments for my body to come down from the high, moments where I’m breathing hard, where Gavin licks his fingers clean, showers me with kisses everywhere he lays his lips on, runs his fingers through my hair with praises from his lips.

I turn to face him, meet his lips in a deep kiss. My hand travels to the obvious bulge, I don’t need to see to know what the dampness means. He shudders with a groan, eyes darting to mine and away from them in a second, hand on my hips bunching the fabric of my nightgown. And of course a red hue dusts his skin, ears in its wonted heavy colour.

“It’s your turn,” I say softly. He puts his hand over mine, shaking his head. “It’s okay. You have to get ready for work,” he pats my bottom prompting me to leave the bed. Leave him alone as he takes care of himself. Who’s he fooling?

I push his hand away, look into his whiskey eyes that are clearly dilated and hungry and decide I won’t let him deny me the bliss I feel when I satiate his needs. I grip his clothed cock a little harshly and look directly at him when he moans.

“You want me?”

He starts and swallows, blushes deeper and then nods, dark whiskey eyes never leaving mine. “Answer me,” I move to his jaw and pepper it with kisses.

“Yes,” Gavin says, his voice tight.

The kiss is hard and sloppy as my hand slips into his boxer and hold his aching cock.

“Then let me take care of you…”

A/N: Thank you for reading❤️

It's been far too long people. I've been busy with college, exams, results and the aftermath of being plunged into "the world." I just graduated and am in the midst of finding a job. It's tough and I've been adjusting to this new normal. So, I haven't had the mood to sit down and let my writing juices flow. But I'm working on something and this is part 1 of a smut series.

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night-chant · 11 months

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Temporary Trouble, Permanent Promise (MLQC One-Shot)

Hello hello greetings it’s me :) Thank you @krishastumblernow for this request! I hope you like it!! It is really refreshing and fun talking about MLQC and Lucien with you :))) He is such an interesting love interest (To this day, I still have no idea what goes on in his mind lool)

Featuring: Lucien x afab reader

Word Count: 3103

Summary: Lucien observed that you were in deep thought again, lost in your own world. Fortunately, he had methods to bring you back into his arms and to ensure that nothing would steal you away from him again.

Warnings: 18+ (minors do not interact please! I beg)

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The late afternoon sky was clear and beautiful but why was your mind not feeling the same way?

Last week, Anna and Kiki were snooping into your love life for the umpteenth time ever since they had spotted your frequent visits to the university carrying pastries that they craved so badly.

“I knew the gardenia bouquet was from Professor Lucien!” Kiki squealed at the occupied vase on your desk.

You sighed. “Anna, please tell me you don’t take part in office gossip too.”

She managed a sheepish smile. “But how has he been treating you? You've been together for almost a year now. How many dates have you gone on?”

With your mysterious boyfriend, a coincidental encounter often ended up as one. It was kind of hard to link a number with that. Wait, why were you even entertaining Anna’s question?

“What is this, an interrogation?” you asked in a huff, hoping they did not catch the waver in your voice. “It doesn’t matter. We haven’t really gone on one for a while now.”

Anna contemplated that scrap of information. “That makes sense. It is students’ midterm season afterall and who knows what sort of complicated research he could be working on? It was so hard to even arrange a time for him to be our consultant for the next show.”

Kiki pinched your cheek as you wrung a magazine tightly. “Don’t worry! He made time to send flowers for you. I’m sure another date will be set or I’m gonna make sure of it! Maybe some sort of amusement park, the beach or maybe Netflix and chill---”

You bonked her head with the rolled-up magazine. “I thought I gave you enough proposals to draft up to keep you busy, Kiki!”

Anna hastily steered Kiki away before the list could become more inappropriate for a workplace environment.

“Fine! Fine! Just make sure he is not dating his work instead!” Kiki called back, her last words echoing in your mind.

***

The click of silverware broke the trance and brought you back to the cafe where you sat across from your boyfriend in a secluded table at the corner away from the lively chatter.

“It seems like you have stirred your drink into a little caffeinated whirlpool,” Lucien said, amusement evident across his lips.

Instantly, you dropped the slim spoon, spilling droplets of lukewarm coffee over your fingers. “Ah! Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“First at my lecture and now here. What am I going to do with my silly girl?” Feigning a helpless sigh, Lucien gestured for your hand. His dark bangs hung low as he concentrated on patting a napkin across your skin.

You scowled. “You mean your 8 o’clock lecture.”

“Hm, perhaps I need to resort to other methods that will keep your eyes on me.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly, silencing your grumbling. Lucien’s sensual purple eyes did not break contact with yours as his tongue swiped over the last drop of coffee on your skin.

You drew your hand away before anyone nearby would notice. “H-Hey!”

Lucien let out a chuckle with his smiling eyes. He would snatch every single opportunity he got just to see your face burn pink. It didn’t help how easy it was for him either. No matter how much you prepared for his sudden attacks, he would always manage to surprise you, whether it was when he prepared dinner with you or when he laid beside you in bed.

Just like the sly fox he was.

Lucien adjusted the sleeves of his dress shirt before leaning forward. “Well, now that I have your undivided attention, why don’t you tell me what is on your mind, Kris?”

Despite his ever-attentive nature, you weren’t afraid to try to escape, undiscovered. “Nothing worth noting,” you simply said, fidgeting with strands of your hair under his scrutiny.

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? I would not consider it ‘nothing’ if it stole your attention from me --- not once but twice today.”

If he stared a moment longer, you might’ve caved in. His dark overcoat hung over his chair but it easily reminded you of his long white lab coat, of his status as a professor, neuroscientist---heck, even as a consultant. They all reminded you of his duties, responsibilities and surely as a result, the inevitable workload.

Instead, you grabbed your cup and downed the last of your coffee as you hastily shrugged into your coat. “I-It really doesn’t matter. Let’s go home.”

Studying your every move, Lucien let you put his coat over him and drag him out of the cafe in silence.

***

The bright red and orange leaves swirled through the cool breeze down the streets of Loveland City. The calling geese soared across the sunset toward the direction of the south. The scenery did its best to distract you but it was too late.

Suddenly, a warm hand held yours and you looked up at Lucien, whose eyes were unreadable. You two stopped walking in the middle of the vacant walkway by the river, barely able to hear the calls of the geese that were now so far away so quickly.

“Something is troubling your mind,” Lucien insisted, reaching for your other hand, shielding them both from the frigid air. “I can’t help but seek the answers to your worries.” He managed a tender smile. “Your scowl is endearing but I prefer your lovely smile the most.”

His quiet, pleading eyes were going to be the death of you. You couldn’t help but smile the smile he cherished above all. It encapsulated the innocence that he would do anything to preserve from the crooked world. He was patient, caring, and intelligent. Maybe, just maybe, it would be unreasonable to turn away from his offer of support.

“I’ve been just thinking . . .” you began but trailed off, fidgeting with his hands that were much larger than you own.

“An awful lot, unfortunately.”

You held your gaze with his. “Y-You’re not dating your work, are you?”

For a long moment, Lucien did not speak. The breeze was tousling his stubbornly straight hair, rustling his long coat, and rippling the waves of the river. His eyes narrowed as he analyzed your expression as if it was a complex thesis.

Then he let out a soft laugh.

“So you’ve been scowling all day and lost in your thoughts all because you convinced yourself that I am unfaithful to my dear girlfriend?”

Sheepishly, you rubbed your arm. “Now that you phrased it like that, it really does sound silly.” When he tried to suppress his chuckle, you pouted. “Okay, now you’re making fun of me.”

You were about to turn away, but he caught your wrist.

“Now, now, there’s no need to turn from me. I still need you so.”

“No, you don’t. You need your work more,” you said but you couldn’t stop the small smile forming when he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, nudging your scarf aside with his chin until his lips had access to your bare skin. You giggled against his insistent kisses, squirming from the cold.

“Although I admit I have been busier than usual,” he mused, “it was to ensure that my weekend is free. My weekends are always reserved for you. I will make time for you no matter what.” He turned you around, the last rays of sunlight gleaming against his deep purple gaze. “However, I can’t read your mind, so you will have to let me know what your heart desires from me.” He leaned close to your ear. “And I will provide whatever way I can.”

You blinked, your senses sharpened at his soothing voice and determined devotion. When you didn’t respond, Lucien caressed your hands again. “Ah, it seems like I have not convinced my silly girl.” Before you could protest, he pulled you along, resuming the interrupted stroll down the waterway. “What shall I ever do with you?”

***

There were wonderful perks of dating your next-door neighbour. It almost felt like you were living together, judging by how often you visited each other for simple domestic reasons. You would drop by to water Lucien’s plants, especially since he had convinced you that they grew vibrantly whenever you were around. He would invite you over for dinner after you two went grocery shopping the day before. Sometimes, you two would share coffee on separate balconies, both leaning on the railing, subconsciously, trying to be close even in the early morning.

Tonight, Lucien triumphed as he proposed to invite you over before you could offer the same yourself. I will beat him next time, you promised to yourself as he motioned you inside. You removed your thick coat, deeply sighing into the comforting warmth of Lucien’s apartment, the scent of cinnamon and lavender wafted to you. You started wandering down the hallway, failing to notice how he was locking the door and flipping the latch over the door frame with his eyes trained on your figure, as if the great big fox finally cornered the oblivious rabbit.

“I left some lettuce in your fridge yesterday,” you mused as you stretched your arms over your head, realizing how stiff you had gotten because of the filming sessions lately. “Maybe we can start with that for dinner. Mm, what goes well with lettuce?” No answer. “Lucien?”

Unfortunately, your momentarily raised arms left you vulnerable as a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucien pressed his nose along the side of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. This did not seem to be the same Lucien as the one at the walkway. This time, a lingering presence of possession hovered in the air.

“Wait, Lucien??” You tried to squirm out of his grasp, but it was futile against his strength. He always wore that flowing lab coat, making you forget how much muscle was hidden from plain sight. Although your heart was racing, his warmth was soothing as if determined to alleviate the initial panic. “W-What are you doing?”

You could feel Lucien hum against your exposed skin. His soft hair brushing your cheek as his hands began drifting upwards. “I have drawn my conclusions,” he murmured in your ear. “I know what I shall do with you.”

Lucien’s voice was too close to your sensitive ear. He tightened his embrace when you weakly struggled again. “Are you trying to run away from me? After your accusation of my unfaithfulness?” He sighed. “You are truly cruel.”

“I-Is that what this is all about? I wasn’t! That was not what I meant to do!” you protested as you looked over your shoulder, only to find his amused smile and darkening eyes.

You pouted, frustrated you still fell for it. “Hey, you’re just teasing me! Again!” You were about to call him some creative names but his lips met yours, silencing your train of thought in an instant.

Little did you know that you had always managed to turn such a tranquil professor into a competitive madman with your unintentional provocations. You still thought he was just teasing you even when his hands were all over your body, from tracing your collarbone to squeezing your inner thighs? He’d make sure you retract your words. As every second passed, the gentleness of the kiss slowly but surely became more passionate and dominating, revealing his inner desire.

You were beginning to feel light-headed and tugged at his sleeve, hoping to take a very much needed breath of air. However, Lucien was insistent that you learn your lesson for doubting the true extent of his love for you, as nothing was more of a priority than his own queen. He yearned for your lips more than he ever yearned for air. His greedy hands craved to feel you more intimately than your clothes were allowing him.

By the time you were able to successfully push his broad shoulders away to breathe, you realized your back was not pressed against his chest anymore, but on a soft comforter instead. Lucien had discarded his overcoat long ago and he was loosening his tie. The blue moonlight streaming through the translucent curtains emphasized his defined biceps and abdomen as he threw his dress shirt behind him.

Lucien was towering over you on his bed, his arms at both sides of your face and his knee between your thighs. Slowly, he stroked your silky hair from your face. His distinct scent surrounded you, overwhelming your senses as it engulfed your own.

Feeling self-conscious, you tried to turn your head to the side to break the intense stare but his slender index finger halted your meek attempt.

“There’s no need to be shy anymore,” Lucien murmured. “It is just the two of us.” The lightning of frustration had long vanished from your veins. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, praying to survive his abundant hunger for you.

Yet your thighs pressed against his leg, your body was instinctively willing to appease his demands.

Lucien ran his lips across your neck, his soft breath fanning over your sensitive skin. “I love you so much, more than anything,” he whispered. “Why won’t you believe me? What must I do to convince such a stubborn heart?”

You made a feeble attempt to pull your sweater off but to no avail with the position you found yourself in, trapped in your boyfriend’s possessive grasp.

“I don’t hear an answer.” Delight creeped into his voice. “I can’t read minds, silly. Tell me what you desire.”

You couldn’t help but let out a whimper, not knowing you ignited a darker desire deep within Lucien. He was being so unfair. With your glossy eyes and small pout, you said, “Please, help me, Professor. It feels too warm.”

One second, your body felt stuffy in thick cotton. The next second, cool air rushed over your chest and stomach. You gasped, almost missing the sound of ripping from your sweater. Hasty fingers pulled your long skirt and tights off, leaving them to pool below your dangling feet. Lucien pressed his toned chest over yours, shielding you from the autumn chill before it could rob your body of warmth.

“Is that all?” he prompted as you squirmed for any sort of friction but he remained still, awaiting your words.

You whined as you clawed your straps off your shoulders. “It’s still too hot, please, take it all off.”

“As you wish.”

Lucien kissed your shoulder as he unclipped and slipped your bra off, caressing your chest, a bit rougher than expected. You whined again and he couldn’t help but chuckle at your impatience. Yanking your undergarment away, he was about to give you another hungry kiss, but you put your palm over his firm chest. His eyes darkened at your sudden refusal yet his smile indicated he was very much entertained by your trembling movements.

“And what else must I do to win your affections, my dear?” Lucien asked, his steady tone almost couldn’t hide his wild instincts to ravish you completely. Then, he felt your thighs shifting against his dress pants. He let out a chuckle. The ringing of his brass buckle and rustling as he removed the rest of his clothes felt much louder in his usually silent bedroom.

As Lucien was slowly pushing himself in you, you hummed with pleasure. “Faster, Lucien,” you pleaded. Despite the contrasting size difference, you didn’t care. You wanted all of him now. Your welcoming arms felt so inviting as he was pulled right on top of you suddenly, eliciting a groan from him due to your tightness. You let out a moan as you felt the friction you craved from his steady thrusts.

As Lucien marked you with multiple lovebites over your throat and chest, your fingers ran through his hair, dishevelling it into something that was sin to professionalism. He was panting, his pale complexion becoming rosy as you kept moaning his name, desperate for his full attention.

Satisfied with the dozen marks, he gave you a passionate kiss, his lustful tongue meeting yours. As you sucked on his in such a shy yet nevertheless seductive way, his thrusts against you grew more erratic.

“Ah Lucien~” you mewled, clawing your dainty nails deep into his broad back while your limp legs jolted around with his every thrust. “P-Please more~”

Your constant pleads seemed to paint you into the insatiable one but his quickening, deep thrusts said otherwise. Lucien could not break the kiss and his unyielding embrace around you.

Suddenly, the inevitable tension within you grew impossibly tight until you reached your high, eyes slowly unfocusing. Your raw moans for Lucien were muffled by his deep, eager kisses as he continued thrusting in, extending the euphoric feeling.

With your remaining strength, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist before you rocked yourself against him. A deep rumble arose from his chest. You broke the kiss (much to his dismay) before you pressed your lips against his ear: “I love you so very much, Lucien.”

The gentle sincerity and the purity of your sweet voice squeezed his pounding heart, driving him over the edge. He groaned against the crook of your neck as you felt the thick and warm sensation deep in your core. Slowly, it started to trickle down your thighs as well.

Neither of you moved from your position as you both gathered your laboured breaths finally. You combed your fingers through Lucien’s hair and he nuzzled against your neck, scattering butterfly kisses across your marked skin.

“I love you more than you will ever know,” your boyfriend murmured, more to himself. He never told you how deep he had fallen for you. He never registered emotions that were this strong in nature before he had met you again after so many years apart. It felt like he fell into an endless abyss, in the realm of the unknown yet there was a sense of comfort indescribable every time you smiled at him.

You pressed your lips onto his forehead to break his trance before craning over to check the clock. “Are you hungry yet? There is still some time to make a quick dinn---Ah, Lucien!”

Before you could get far, his hand pinned your wrists over your head on the mattress. “Yes,” he said, leering at your confused state. “As a matter of fact, I am still very hungry for someone.” Before you could retort against his unreasonableness, he nipped at your ear. “I have reserved my entire weekend to prove my devotion for you, remember? I don’t want to waste any of it until I have thoroughly convinced you with my evidence.”

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Masterlist

#I want to be his student so badddd pleeasee #mr love lucien #xu mo #love and producer #mr love queen's choice #mlqc #mlqc lucien #mlqc x reader #mlqc scenario #mlqc smut #mlqc fanfic #anime smut #anime romance #mlqc headcanons

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alcamcat · 1 year

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~☆~☆~☆~☆ Masterlist☆~☆~☆~☆~

Seduce Me the otome

Headcanons:

What do they miss?

Their first "wtf" Moment

What were they thinking

Try this food

Difficult to learn

Nightmares

Use unique ability

First encounters with humans

Their kinks (smut)

Favorite position (smut)

True form

Scenarios:

"Accidental touch" (mildly suggestive)

Take it further (nsfw) – James - Erik - Sam - Matthew - Damien

fraternal support – James – Erik – Sam – Matthew – Damien

Gardening with James

James' depressed lover (tw: depression)

First time with Matthew (nsfw)

Time for three (nsfw)

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

Mr Love: Queen's Choice

Fics:

Coming home (Gavinxfemale) Part 1 (slightly NSFW) / Part 2 (NSFW) – Gavin is on his way home after a long mission, but he never imagined what awaited him...

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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'𝗧𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 Content Creation Challenge ❄🎅🏻

After 'Tis the season for smut & 'Tis the season for smut 2.0, I joined @voltage-vixen and we present you with a revamped third installment of our favorite winter holiday themed challenge!

The challenge starts today, November 23rd, and ends on January 14th. Check the rules below for additional information!

Targeted fandoms: Ikemen Series, Voltage Games, Tears of Themis, MLQC, Obey me!, Mystic Messenger, Genshin Impact. All mobile & console otomes as well as other anime and game fandoms are also encouraged and welcomed to join!

███ RULES:

One prompt list is consisting of fluff prompts, and the other of smut prompts! Minors DNI with the second list, please!

Starting from the day this post goes live, November 23rd, you can begin creating and posting your fandom works (fanfiction, fanart, headcanons, etc) following the prompts in the two lists.

You can combine prompts for the same list or from both lists. You don't have to follow the order of the prompts. You can create as few or as many works you want to! There are no fixed dates for this event, but for those of you who like to post daily, you can do it like a countdown until Christmas day! AUs are allowed. Suitor x Suitor, Suitor x MC, Suitor x OC, Suitor x NPC are all allowed. You can use the gif banner at the top of the post if you'd like to!

Tags for the event will include #’tis the season for love & #’tis the season for love content creation challenge . Additionally, please tag both of us hosts ( @xxsycamore & @voltage-vixen ) in your creations so that we can see and reblog them.

Kristen (voltage-vixen) will be making a masterlist featuring all contributors and their works shortly after the day that marks the end of the challenge, January 14th. A reblog from her means that your work is successfully added to the masterlist. If you suspect that your work went unnoticed or is not on the masterlist when it's posted, don't hesitate to contact either of us!

Both our DMs are open for your questions, and you can also send an ask here on my blog, where other people who might have the same question will be able to get their answers too. We'd love to help!

Happy Holidays to these who are celebrating and to everyone else I hope you have some good time during this time of the year ❤ We can't wait to see your works inspired by the challenge! Happy creating, everyone!

Under the cut you'll find both lists typed out for your convenience 🔽

FLUFF LIST:

Starting with preparations way too early

Sipping hot chocolate and then stealing a kiss

"Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree."

"This gingerbread house just WON'T stay up!"

Sharing a scarf

"I said that I'd teach you how to ice skate, I didn't say that I know how to ice skate."

Forced to wear an ugly Christmas sweater

Being the MC/LI's fake date for a Christmas party/ball

Surprising their partner in the morning with a new pet underneath the Christmas tree

"Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you."

SMUT LIST:

Warming up together after a snowball fight

Wearing nothing but a ribbon around the neck

Fun under the blanket

Bodies roasting by the open fire

"A kiss under the mistletoe doesn't have to be where we stop."

"What are we going to do until the storm passes?"

"I've decided I don't want to be on the nice list this Christmas."

Sleigh ride your partner into a holiday bliss

Christmas treats sugar rush

"Actually, there is one more thing on my wish list."

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op-peccatori · 4 years

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How about Gavin x MC trying anal? On MC preferably~

Hi, anon! Thank you for requesting. I went with headcanons for this one!

Fandom: Mr Love Queen’s Choice

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Gavin/MC

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Headcanons for: Gavin and MC trying anal (on MC)

Warnings/tags: explicit content, nsfw, anal sex

Okay, so MC’s going to have to be the one to bring it up because Gavin’s not one to venture into that territory. That certainly doesn’t mean he hasn’t thought about it, because he has–more often than he’ll ever admit it. He’s just very unlikely to bring up stuff he wants to try unless MC pesters him/puppy eyes him into it.

So when MC brought it up in a super casual discussion as they were going to bed, Gavin was stunned. He thought he misheard. "You want to try what? You want to? You’re sure?” Gavin will not consider going for it unless MC’s 100% sure. He’ll want to talk about every bit, make sure she understands what she’s signing up for.

She’s gonna have to refrain from rolling her eyes, because he’s just that protective of her. If he’s going to be hurting her, because it will hurt at least a little, he wants to be sure she knows what to expect.

Our favourite cop is going to be wide awake for a while, trying to keep himself from imagining it. It’s not going to happen right away, he’s going to want to do more research, find out ways to lessen the pain, what position will be better for MC.

MC is going to be surprised with toys. He’s not even shy about it. There’s no way he’s just sticking his dick in her. They’ve signed up for Anal Camp and it’s time to get to work. He works on this new territory for a few weeks, slowly getting her used to this new form of penetration with fingers and plugs, asking her what feels good and what doesn’t. Figures out the pace, the angle, the position. MC’s constantly blushing because if she’d thought Gavin was intense before…

He also uses this time to prepare himself, because when he first pushes a finger into this new heat, he nearly loses his mind. This is going to be a first for both of them, and he feels so damn lucky to be the one she wants to try it with.

When they finally to the end goal, Gavin is ready. MC has chosen to be on her back for this, and he’s grateful because he’ll get to observe her and watch every single change in expression. He likes being able to see her face. Every sound she makes is a drug to him.

(Gavin doesn’t fuck, he makes love. The first time they had sex, he teared up after. His high school self’s dream had finally come true, and it only continued to get better. He’s with the woman of his dreams and she loves him.)

He goes overboard with the lube. “There’s no such thing as over-prepared, MC! Spread your legs a little more for me.” And he turns up the affection too. He’s painfully patient as he enters, even though it’s clearly taking everything he has to not continue.

“As long as it takes, sweetheart. Whenever you’re ready. I want you to feel good.” Literally does not move until MC gives him the signal.

Every hiss of pain she lets out curls around his heart and squeezes. He peppers her face with sweet kisses and whispers assurances and encouragement.

“You’re doing so well, babe. I’ve got you, so just relax. I’ll fuck you nice and slow–I’ll make you feel good.”

It feels incredible, but frankly, Gavin doesn’t give a fuck about how fantastic it is for him. Not until MC starts enjoying herself.

And when she does, the gates are finally wide open. His protector mode is always on, but it can take a step back as he finally starts to thrust into her. His worried expression morphs into one filled with absolute pleasure, and his deep groans mix with MC’s to create the perfect symphony, he almost wishes they’d recorded it. The thought is so dirty he buries it immediately, but the tips of his ears burn tellingly.

He commits every movement and sound from her to memory. He nearly comes when she tells him she loves him, and it prompts him to do what he’s been secretly looking forward to all along.

He pulls back and with his dick in her ass, her sex is free for him to play with to his heart’s content. Eager fingers circle her clit, dip in and out of her drenched slit and MC is losing her mind.

She does lose it when he starts pumping his fingers in and out in tandem with his dick’s thrusting. Gavin thanks every higher power there is for the chance to witness this, to be the one to cause this, and he can’t help but kiss her deeply when he comes.

Whatever aftercare she needs, he is more than happy to provide. Constantly asks if she’s okay as he helps her clean up, makes her drink water, kisses her every time she reaches for him. Watches her like a hawk for all the signs of discomfort, but does relent eventually. Once she manages to distract him with cute little kisses all over his face. Gavin is a sucker for them.

If it goes well enough, he’s more open to trying new things. “I’m happy to try anything you want to-” MC’s going to have to tell him to be upfront. She wants to know about any dirty fantasy he has. He is more likely to release the info after a good meal. He’s a bit more relaxed and vulnerable with a full belly.

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46inpm · 2 years

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I have a request ~ We saw the boys being jealous, so now we need the jealousy sex 👀

Its up to you if you wanna write it. Take your time<3

Jealousy Sex ((NSFW))

There's just something so beautiful, so kinky about jealousy sex

Victor

TW// Degradation, rough sex, spanking, hair pulling, blowjob, Dom!Victor

He'll pin you against the glass window as he devours your lips with lust and anger, his arms traveling your body as he tells you only he can touch it

Victor will be rough and push you to the bed as he's turned into Daddy Dom Victor Punishing Mode that will have you struggling to walk tomorrow

Usually his thrusts are powerful but their gentle and slow as he wants to make love during sex but ohoho now he wants to fuck all that jealousy out on you

Your mind will go numb as he roughly pound deep into you while pushing you into different positions but either way your grasping onto him or the sheets

Big Boss will slap your ass till there's a clear hand print, mark your body all over, and tug on your hair

ALSO VICTOR PLEASE DEGRADE ME WHILE YOUR ANGRY AND JEALOUS🥵

During sex Victor doesn't ever talk it's always grunts from him so jealousy sex is the most you'll hear out of him, he'll talk a lot and even seem like he's growling

If you think he won't call you stuff like slut or bitch then you're wrong because Daddy Dom Victor Punishing Mode will

Oh god could I imagine the look he gives you while you stare up at him with tears in your eyes, it's a sort of mix between anger and looking at you if you were stupid🥵

Not only will he abuse your hole but also your mouth because goddamn this man suddenly has extra speed when he thrusts in your mouth

By the end you'll be apologizing, singing him praises, and both your holes dripping with him

Victor may have been jealous but he isn't heartless to let you fall asleep like that so he'll carry you to the bathroom so you two can have a soak in the tub

He'll be gentle when washing your hair and body while telling you that you're his dummy and no one else's but he'll remind you when you forget

"Does a dummy like you just love when get other's attention?" Victor looked down at you with a pissed off expression. His thrusts were relentless that the fancy hotel bed was creaking in sync with his thrusts. "Dressing like a whore for people to see as if you don't know who you belong to."

"I-I didn't mean to. I'm s-sorry!" You tried apologizing through your moans. "The guy was talking to m-me so I got caught up."

He slid his cock out to flip you over on your stomach. It gave you time to breathe till he rammed back into you. His thrust got even rougher that Victor pulled on your hair as if it were a leash. Big Boss did not like your response.

"Got caught up? So you're admitting to forgetting about me."

Lucien

TW// Rough sex, bondage, face fucking, spanking, somnophilia, Dom!Lucien

You were sitting on the floor naked as your hands were tied to a doorknob with your vision blindfolded

Lucien's footsteps when he's like this is always gentle but firm because this is the Ares side of him

He gives you orders to suck him off and that turns to him shoving his cock balls deep down your throat

Lucien's orders are like a mad teacher reprimanding his student with a sadistic undertone to it

When there's jealous sex you need to be prepared to chock, gag, cry, apologize

He has you following him around naked on all fours before you lay over his knees prepared for what's about to come

Your ass is met with harsh spanks that has you crying out but your core dripping with excitement

Throughout this he tells you that he wouldn't be so harsh is you behaved like a good girl and not talk to those boys

For the final punishment your tied shibari style to the bed and you can feel Lucien's rage pouring out of him

Normally he's gentle and at times have you take the lead but not this because you're in for a fucking of a lifetime

He'll ask you questions like a quiz so be prepared to get extra hard thrust when you tell him the wrong answer that the bed heavily creaks to the point a few springs snaps🥵

Lucien is in his Ares mode so you'll be fucked unconscious and even then he'll still continue

When you wake up Lucien is calm again as he pampers you saying he wouldn't be that mean if other men wouldn't teach his little butterfly

You sat on your knees on the cold floor naked with your hands tied to the doorknob above your head. Vision impaired to a certain someone's tie. It smelled of his sweet cologne that had you excited and in anticipation of the punishment about to happen.

Soft yet firm footsteps knocked you out of your thoughts. Lucien was right in front of you with his gaze full of clouds that told people he was now Ares. His cock inches away from your face.

"Open your mouth. Suck until I'm satisfied."

Doing as told you open your mouth with your tongue sticking out. A good proportion of Lucien's curved cock entered your mouth then he shoved the rest in till your nose smushed against his lower abdomen. The room was filled with you gagging, sucking him, and the door you're tied to move along with your movements.

Kiro

TW// Switch!Kiro, Switch!MC, pegging, consented recording, brat!Kiro, oral fixation

Unlike Victor and Lucien, Kiro is the clingy jealous type of sex where he bear hugs you as if he wants to merge your bodies together

He gets jealous easily whether you like a game character or another idol that you've never met before

Sex doesn't start off as jealous... mainly... but it does increase the more foreplay you two have till he can't keep his lips off of you as he explains how no one loves you more than him

Wants to suddenly try different positions and add new things to spicy up the bedroom to rekindle a flame that he thinks is slowly burning out (it's not)

Kiro becomes insecure and whiny when this happens that he becomes a brat , you'll want to peg him so hard

I cant decide if Kiro would lean more to the dominant side or submissive side when there's jealous sex

This man moans out aloud a lot so you may want to him to bite down on the pillows before anyone hears through the walls

Loves the idea of continuously cumming down your throat till your mouth can't help but need to spit a little out

He's an idol plus he's jealous so it's a sex marathon with him, get prepared to be drenched in sweat and cum at the end

This man will moan out how he hates when you give guys attention and wants all your attention and to be the one you always look at

Kiro takes a lot of pictures and videos of you to save for when he goes off for tour but don't worry he has an extremely secure file that no one can access but him

It'll be of you moaning his name, showing the camera your pussy dripping of cum, saying how no one can make you feel this way, and pictures of you two cuddling

It's funny because when you're done he's knocked out so you have to give him the aftercare because you feel guilty for ignoring him and also for a rewarded since he did amazing job

"Miss Chips I love you," the blonde idol manages to say through his moans. He was on his back as you pegged him. "N-not many men would let you peg them. B-but I love it because I love you."

The strap hitting against his prostrate that had him seeing stars. He needed this so badly, to have you fuck him, to have you know he was your's. He was so desperate and insecure to know if you were his. Poor thing was jealous and doubting his role in your life. You looked down at his lust filled face with love and affection.

"Please say you love me! Do you love me, Miss Chips? I love you m-more than anything!" Kiro cried as his mind was mixed with jealousy and pleasure. "Please tell me!"

"Of course I do. I love you more than anything! I will never love anyone as much as I love you!" Your words unleashed more tears from Kiro as you kissed him. Now you just had to worry about his volume because he is a very vocal moaner.

Gavin

TW// Praise kink, worship kink, oral receiving (both)

He is legit the hardest to think of

Gavin is like Kiro where he wants to pleasure you to remind you and himself that he's the only one for you

Bird Cop kisses you out of nowhere when his feelings get the best of him, the kiss is full of passion and hunger

He'll gently lay you on the bed to strip himself and you of your clothes

The entire sex is slow and sensual so it always leaves you wanting more and seeing what comes next

Gavin's never been one to be greedy but he's the hungry wolf now, the room is filled with you moans for him

His thrust get more powerful the more he thinks of those other men making him jealous

Gavin never swears around you (reminds him of his past self in high school)

You know he's jealous when he's saying a few "fuck" or "shit" during sex

Like the others won't admit he's jealous, get you to stop questioning him by eating you out

This man suddenly gets risky with positions like he's putting you in a mating press which is new

For some reason he tries to avoid you giving him head (only wants to worship you) but jealous sex he wants it

Please keep eye contact the entire time you suck him, it'll have him creaming🥵

"Right there!" You moan as you feel Gavin suck on the part of your neck he knew made you go crazy. As doing so he does slow, firm thrust. "There! There!"

"Shit! You look like a goddess. My goddess."

Your face flushed and mouth opening to moan. His blood boiled at the thought of those other men looking at you the same way he did. His thrust picked up pace as he didn't want to imagine you showing anyone else the same face and noises you were making now.

A firm grasp on your hips, he lifted your hips up to hit a different angle. You moaned loudly his name. He was a wolf possessive over his mate and his thrust were proof. A few curses leaving his mouth along with sweet nothings.

Shaw

TW// Degradation, rough sex, humiliation, exhibitionism, praise kink

This man has college boy who fucks around energy

His sex libido is the highest out of the boys for being the youngest and in college

Fucks you when jealous in just about anywhere and anytime

That park ranger is going to find us walking this way? The one who keeps trying to hit on you? Who cares

Shaw's jealousy sex is degradation kink and exhibitionism🥵

One time he fucked you infront of the window that the neighboring building could see especially that guy that tries to write sweet notes for you

Also you can't tell me he doesn't have some kinda love for being worship and praised

He absolutely loves when you try your best at deepthroating him before he just grabs the side of your throat to put the rest length in

Trust me you'll be seeing stars and hoping the creaking of the bed doesn't give away how much you're getting fucked right now

Asks you a lot if the guys that made him jealous could make you feel this way

Tease him back and let's see what happens😈

It's always pouring outside when there's jealousy sex so the room is grey with ambiance music in the background

Also Shaw is the type to fuck you, leave you there for awhile to cool off then come back to give you aftercare

"Just be the good cumdump you are and take it," Shaw groans in your ear. His hips not slowing down any time soon. You lost track of how many orgasms you've had. Your body laying close to the edge of the bed.

Outside the sky was full of grey clouds with heavy rain. The room's window wasn't covered by the curtains, Shaw and you being exposed to the building across your's. You were fucked dumb to complain about it.

"I wonder if that guy from the neighboring building can see us. The one who keeps trying to write messages for you on the window. He's probably seeing how much of a whore you are for me."

You looked out the window to see the man watching you two. He could see the way Shaw and you kiss, how you orgasm, and how good Shaw fucks you like no one else.

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little-butterfly-writes · 3 years

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Showers With MLQC Boys

This is kinda nsfw so I'll tag it as such.

Warnings - NSFW, Mentions of Sexy time, mentions of teasing.

Victor

Victor usually showers before you're even up. He doesn't offer to shower together most times.

When there is an opportunity, he takes a bath with you.

On the rare occasion you take a shower together, it's on the weekend when he decides to sleep in.

Victor likes his showers on the warm side, it'll be steamy.

He'll call you a dummy when you say you want to wash him while he wraps his arms around your waist.

Victor loves leaving little kisses on your shoulders and neck when he washes you.

If he's feeling frisky, he may play with your breast or trail a hand between your legs.

He'll wait to spoil you after the shower. You'll be too sore to shower again after.

Victor loves using either jasmine or rose scented soap.

Lucien

Lucien tends to shower after work. It depends on when he gets home though.

Most times he will ask you to shower with him. He likes seeing you all flustered.

With you, he will take longer and warmer showers. If he's alone, he'll take short showers.

Lucien loves it when you shower with him. He likes seeing you blush while you wash him.

He also loves washing you. He likes to caress your body to see your reaction.

Lucien isn't shy about teasing you. He'll stroke your sensitive sex and act as if he didn't do anything.

He is content just to stand under the warm water while embracing you tight, swaying a bit.

It's very common that steamy showers lead to many passionate rounds in bed.

Lucien likes using either lavender or eucalyptus scented soap.

Gavin

Gavin showers after his morning run. Depending on work, he might shower again if he's sweaty.

He fantasizes about showering with you, but he's too shy to ask.

You'll have to ask to join him the first few times. Be careful, he'll go into blushing mode. He'll start asking you when he's comfortable.

Gavin's seen you naked before, he has no idea why he's flustered. Despite that, he likes washing you.

Gavin likes showers on the cooler side, but he'll use warm water if you want.

He likes watching the soapy water trail down the contours of your body, you may see him staring.

On days he's bold he'll grab your ass or cup your breast in his hand.

Gavin will quickly dry you off before making sweet love to you on the bed.

Gavin likes using either citrus or cherry almond scented soap.

Kiro

Kiro showers every day at random times. Whenever he's free.

He's a very cheeky man, he usually offers to shower together.

When you do shower, he gives you puppy eyes for permission to wash you.

Kiro makes some naughty jokes about anything.

He loves washing you, but he loves it even more when you wash him.

He likes touching your ass "accidentally" while washing you. He also fondles your breasts.

Showers together are more dirty than pure and clean, you'll need another shower after Kiro's done with you in bed.

He especially likes it when you get on your knees. He installed bench in the shower just for that.

Kiro likes using either strawberry or sandalwood scented soap.

Shaw

Shaw showers whenever he wants to. He doesnt have a set routine for it.

He doesn't really offer to shower with you, but he enjoys when you do

You might have to ask sometimes, he may offer every once in awhile.

He smirks when you get flustered, even though you've seen each other like this before.

He'll roll his eyes when you ask him to wash you, but he does it anyway. He makes a comment about you not being able to wash yourself.

Shaw will let you wash him, but he'll get a bit flustered. He tries looking away.

He likes teasing your breasts. It's just so fun to him.

He likes turning the water cold and hot just for you to squirm.

Shaw likes using either mint or cool cucumber scented soap.

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vexillumalbum · 3 years

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MLQC boys being interrupted while having sex w/Reader

I think the title is pretty self-explanatory.

All I want to say is that I wrote it long ago so there might be some mistakes. Also please bear in mind that English is not my native language. Thank you! I hope you'll enjoy!

NSFW below!

Gavin

The orange rays of the setting sun warmed the naked skin of your back pleasantly from behind the windows. Your boyfriend's white button-up casually framed your waist, barely clinging to your forearms, previously sliding off your shoulders. You had to hold it with your hands to keep it from sliding completely off.

In fact, in that position, Gavin had a perfect view of your bare curves, with the shirt or without it.

He was lying on his back facing you, propped up on pillows with his arms behind his head. His watchful gaze never left your body, even for a moment. His amber eyes scanned your figure, gliding over your perky breasts, smooth skin glazed in orange and silky strands of hair dancing near your neck and collarbones with your every move.

He licked his lips.

“Come here.” It wasn’t an order, but also not a plea. It sounded more like a request of a man so in love with his girl that he couldn’t bear not touching her anymore.

You giggled - and Gavin could’ve sworn it was the prettiest sound in the whole universe - before wrapping your fingers around his outstretched hand, letting yourself be guided to his solid body.

Minutes later you were a moaning mess, your hips pinned to the mattress by two calloused hands, the devilish sounds coming from between your legs mixing with heavenly whimpers of your boyfriend’s name that were leaving your bruised lips.

The grip you had on Gavin’s hair tightened when he sucked on your clit in time with his fingers working magic inside your heat. In response you heard a growl as his hips started assaulting the mattress even faster. The beast has been awoken

Tingling on your skin came as a warning for the pleasure that was supposed to arrive next. Your muscles were squeezing Gavin’s fingers hard and he couldn’t wait for his cock to be enveloped by your wet warmth next. Heels dug into the mattress, fingers gripping white sheets, head thrown back with parted lips and ragged breath and—

Thump thump thump

“Are you guys okay in there?!” Minor’s concerned voice sounded from outside of the bedroom right after knocking. It startled you to the point where you jumped up, covering your bare figure with anything you could reach for, even though you were sure the doors were closed and the intruder wasn’t able to come inside the room. “I’ve heard some weird noises and I thought I’d check on you! You know, better safe than sorry!”

Gavin immediately looked over you, checking if you were alright, before turning his head to the door with a look that could kill. He palmed himself through his boxers, his erection still evident and painful.

“We’re alright! Thanks, Minor.” After a brief moment of silence you managed to say, not knowing if you should laugh or cry or maybe both. You heard a quiet “okay” and some shuffling - the intruder left the area.

In a moment of passion both you and Gavin had forgotten that Minor was temporarily living in your apartment due to AC disfunction at his place. He wasn’t a perfect roommate but at the same his presence wasn’t overbearing and you didn’t have any complaints… up until now.

“I’ll beat him up.” Through clenched teeth Gavin’s voice was low as he was putting on some shorts he took out of the drawers, and he now resembled the Super-Scary-Officer-Gavin more than Your-Loving-And-Doting-Boyfriend-Gavin.

“Don’t be so harsh on him. He was concerned.” You giggled only to be met with a doubting look from your boyfriend. “As he said, better safe than sorry.”

“I’ll give him something to be sorry about.” Poor Minor

Victor

The last few weeks have been pure torture. You were very open about how much you hated these business trips that both you and Victor had to take all the time to different places in the world. Your boyfriend was less outspoken, however the days of longing were taking its toll on him as much as on you. Sleepless nights, lonely dinners, unfulfilled lust…

Therefore, when there were no meetings, reports and proposals to write or filming sites to visit on the horizon, you jumped almost literally at the opportunity and took Victor to the wellness center.

It was a pleasant evening, the sun had recently set, but the heat was still there, aligned from time to time by the cool breeze. The white bathrobe your only cover as you and Victor relaxed on the private terrace of the apartment, with the sound of the bubbling jacuzzi in the background.

Sitting in his lap, your boyfriend was caressing your bare thigh with one of his hands, while the other was stroking your hair. It was an intimate moment shared between two lovers finally reunited and ready to spend some much needed relaxing time together.

Until…

It started as an innocent kiss between sips of fine dry wine selected by Victor himself.

He had you almost fully naked on his lap, with your robe slipping down your back, threading fingers in your silky strands and tasting your lips - which he had to admit - were even tastier than his favorite crimson beverage.

You were determined to get him naked, to free these gorgeous muscles from beneath the soft robe. With your nails scraping his skin lightly you were revealing more and more of his toned body earning sweet sighs from Victor as a reward.

His skilled fingers moved from your hair to kneading your butt, making your already wet pussy to rub on his clothed hard length. The added friction was like a cherry on top of the whole make out session but you didn’t want to stop there. Why would you settle for just a cake when you can have a full four course meal, right?

“Victor, I need it, please.” You begged when he didn’t want to give you what you wanted well knowing what was it that you desired.

“What is it, babygirl?” His question was whispered into the damp skin of your neck where Victor was leaving love bites. “Tell me what you need. You know I’ll give you everything.” He sounded so seductive, his low voice was making you shiver and you were sure your pussy was getting wetter and wetter with every word he said. “Just say it.”

“You.” You crumbled. “I want your cock. Please.”

He fulfilled his promise a few seconds later when you felt his girth stretching you out in the best way possible. Victor gripped your hips and with a look that was telling you to prepare for a ride, he started thrusting up while roughly bringing you down on his cock over and over.

You gripped his shoulders with one hand while the other was clamped over your mouth to make sure no-one could hear the moans your boyfriend was bringing out of you.

So close, you were co close, and when his thumb pressed on your clit, you could swear you saw stars and—

Bzzt bzzt bzzt

You jumped at the sudden sound, fear taking place of lust and passion. With a quick look to the side you saw that Victor’s phone was ringing and the caller’s ID was “Financial Director”. Thinking it was important you exited his lap, sliding to the next chair.

A low growl escaped him when you pulled away, his member still as hard as ever. His furrowed brows were the indicator of how much he didn’t like what you did, but you only smiled to him sheepishly and gestured to his phone.

A part of him was impressed of how much you valued his work and that you knew how important it was. Yet, the other part was furious that your love making fucking got interrupted.

He took a second or two or more who knows if he stopped time to admire your rosy cheeks and bruised lips and how you were panting after minutes of passion, before picking up his phone from the table and answering the call.

“Be quick.” The tone of his voice so much different than when he was talking to you, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched - he was mad. But that didn’t stop him from giving you a look that you could only describe one way: I’m not done with you yet.

Shaw

At times like this, you were immensely grateful for the almost deafening music that could be heard in the Live House all the time.

Usually, it annoyed you that the rumble from the speakers drowned out any other noises - like when you were talking to others, but now you liked that you had the freedom to moan as Shaw's hips were pounding into you to the rhythm of the club song.

Hands clutching his muscular arms, head tilted back repeatedly hitting the wall behind you, you were braced for a wild ride. Your boyfriend's hands tightly squeezing your ass supporting your weight, his hot lips nibbling at your neck marking you in every place he had access to, his cock driving into you with a reckless abandon.

And all of this caused by your short dress that showed a little too much skin in Shaw’s opinion (and he would never have thought that something like “too much skin showing” would be a problem for him but seeing every guy in the club eyeing you had his blood boiling) and your teasing ways.

During the break between songs, when Shaw had a chance to rehydrate himself for another hour on stage, your boyfriend decided to satisfy a different type of thirst. For your pussy

Sex with Shaw was always fun and wild and everything you ever wanted. But it was the best when he was hot and bothered and when envy was seeping through his body like a venom making him see red.

To be honest, you weren’t surprised when he grabbed your wrist right after exiting the stage and pulled you into the back room. You weren’t surprised when he pinned you to the wall, his lips already marking your collarbone as his hands were skillfully pushing your panties aside. You weren’t surprised when he unzipped his pants and pushed them down, freeing his hard cock.

And you sure as hell weren’t surprised when he slid into you with one sharp thrust while sucking on the sensitive skin below your ear.

“Tell me,” he panted in between the thrusts while his tongue was exploring your neck. “Do you enjoy making me jealous? Do you think it’s funny or something?”

As you were able to only whimper and moan, you didn’t respond. Of course you were enjoying making him jealous once in a while, especially when you were rewarded with his hips snapping into your in the back room of Live House.

“Answer. Me.” You swore he wanted to kill you with how intensely he was impaling you on his cock.

“Yes! Yes oh god yes!” You managed to choke out right before his fingers pinched your clit. Loud scream elected from your throat and you didn’t fail to notice the smirk Shaw was having plastered to his handsome face.

“Let me make this clear, baby.” He slowed a little as he leaned into you to have his mouth right next to your ear. “You are mine. Only mine.”

You wanted to respond. Say something, anything, but then—

“Shaw! We’re going back on the stage!”

Adam’s voice broke through the music and your pants along with a few pound knocks. You jumped at the sudden intruder, your eyes wide and lips parted.

Shaw on the other hand was totally unfazed when he started thrusting into you with a full speed again. And again. And again. And again.

He didn’t even say anything back, he just went straight back into fucking your brains out.

“I told you, you’re mine.” He murmured into your sweaty skin when he saw how startled you were. “So focus on me and only me.”

Lucien

You liked surprising your boyfriend. For example when you visited him at the university with some tasty lunch and a big smile plastered to your face, or when you learned how to brew tea so you could make him the best beverages when he was particularly stressed with work, or when you memorized all scientific names of his favorite butterflies to feel closer to him through joined hobby…

Or when he came back to his office at the Research Center after a tiring laboratory work only to find you wearing very skimpy purple lingerie and his lab coat, sitting in his chair with a smug grin and a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.

Part of him wanted to chide you for being reckless like that. After all, he would as much as kill, without even batting an eye, anyone who stumbled into his office with you being inside looking like that.

But other part of him the freaky part already imagined taking you in various positions, against different surfaces during his whole lunch break.

And so he started with face-fucking you on his desk, while pinning you to the mahogany wood with one hand as the other was palming himself through his trousers. Your panties torn and long forgotten on the floor, the lab coat loosely hugging your form with your legs wrapped around Lucien’s shoulders and hands grabbing his hair tightly.

This man’s mouth could not only recite poetry and name every flower in the garden, but also it was able to make you cum in a record time. You had to bit your lip very very hard to control the volume of your moans.

Your second orgasm was delivered to you by the scientist’s long nibble fingers exploring your warm sensitive flesh like his life depended on it. And in a way it did, because you were the sole purpose of his existence and making you feel good was his mission, so…

Lucien was preparing you for the third one, when you decided that enough is enough. After all, you came there to make him feel good, not the other way around.

So before your boyfriend could react you pushed him onto his chair and dropped to your knees with a grin, and when he stubbornly wanted to got up again, you batted your eyelashes a few times as you stroked his member through the fabric. He got the message and relaxed into the seat. But don’t be fooled, he was still in control.

“Such a good girl.” He praised you when you were undoing his belt. He gripped your hair guiding your face closer to his crotch.

You’ve given Lucien a blowjob so many times already, you knew exactly what to do. You licked, sucked, bobbed your head and massaged with your hands what you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

Every sigh from the professor was making you shiver so you worked even harder to hear more of them until—

Knock knock knock

“Professor, excuse me…” From behind the door the head of one of Lucien’s assistants peeked out and before you could do anything he saw the position you and your boyfriend were in and immediately panicked. “Oh my— I’m—I’m so sorry!”

He was long gone before you could even pull away from Lucien, but you didn’t miss the murderous stare professor had while looking at now - fortunately - closed door. You didn’t know if you should laugh or collapse into the ground from embarrassment.

You were sure your face was redder than a tomato. Luckily, knowing Lucien’s reputation no-one would be so stupid to tell anyone about this situation. Or so you hoped so.

Before you decided on your final reaction to the intruder, Lucien’s palm grabbed a handful of your hair and he brought your head closer again so that your nose was brushing his hard moist cock.

“I believe we have some unfinished business here, butterfly.”

Weirdly, you never saw this assistant in the Research Center ever again…

Kiro

Kiro loved music almost as much as he loved you and his snacks.

So he was taking every opportunity he could to show you around his studio, write music with you and compose.

And do other, less appropriate deeds.

For the longest time Sunshine Boy couldn’t find inspiration for his newest song. He tossed and turned in his bed every night and skipped meals because of it. He didn’t want to disappoint his fans and you, his greatest biggest fan!

But only if he knew that bringing you with him to the studio would be the cure for his lack of inspiration, he would’ve done it already days ago. Why didn’t he think of it sooner? You were his muse after all! Your moans were the greatest music to his ears!

So that’s how you ended up with Kiro pounding into you from behind tightly gripping your hair to guide your head nearer to the microphone so that every one of your whimpers could be recorded properly.

The speed of his thrust was setting a rhythm that he wanted his new song to be in which gave him a plethora of sounds escaping your mouth. Oh how much he loved those sounds.

Gripping your hips he angled you a little more so that he could go even deeper, take you even better. He was sure he was leaving bruises on your skin with the force of his grip, but he didn’t care. He would smother them with kisses later.

“More, Miss Chips. I wanna hear you more.” He murmured as his hand circled your waist and his fingertips pressed onto your swollen clit. If you didn’t know better, you would think that he wanted to kill you from the sheer amount of pleasure he was causing you.

Your moans were getting higher and higher and Kiro knew it was because you were getting closer to your release. He loved that moment, right before your orgasm when your muscles were clasping around his cock trying to milk him from everything that he had, and your eyes were rolling onto the back of your head and you legs were shaking like leaves on a windy day and—

Bam bam bam

“Kiro, what are you doing in there?! Our recording session starts soon!” Savin’s voice sounded from the other side of the door and Kiro cursed under his breath that he was interrupting his own recording session.

You on the other hand squealed and tried to move away from your boyfriend but he didn’t let you.

He slowed down his thrusts and clamped a hand over your mouth.

“We’ll be there in a minute!” Kiro answered but his agent didn’t seem to be convinced because he insisted on waiting for you two at the door.

When you wanted to move away again, disappointed that you wouldn’t be getting the realest that you wanted, Kiro brought you closer to himself again and started snapping his hips into your once again. His hand still clamped tightly over your mouth.

“Well, maybe our recording is over but we can at least finish this.”

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lilsuzn · 3 years

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MLQC Victor - NSFW abc headcanons (REMASTERED)

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Warnings: Explit sexual content (GN READER)

it's what I posted a while ago, but better - I changed some things, I deleted some thing and wrote new. I think it's much better now

A = Aftercare (What they are after sex?)

Victor is a man that has his values straight

You are the most important part of his life (even if he sometimes struggles to shop it) and he will do anything for you… and only for you

Other people don’t matter. He only takes what he wants and leaves.

But you - his sweetest, dearest, little love… can ask anything and everything (well, almost - see N).

You crave massages? He will buy the most luxurious oils on the market, might even take a course to perfect his skills to give you more pleasure

Want to take a bath? He will have a bathtub installed if he doesn’t have one already

Pillowtalk, kissing, snuggling, another round? No need to say it twice. He leaves to please you

When it comes to him, he likes to pull you close and tell you all the things he has no courage to say at any other time

Leave no space for misunderstanding in the department of his unconditional, boundless, eternal love and devotion for you

Tell you just how happy he is to have you and how everything is worthless in comparison to you

After he makes sure you’ve been pleasured throughly already, he will want to share a shower

And make no mistake - he will wash you. You can wash him too, if you want, but taking care of that pretty body of yours is his responsibility

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part is his waist

It wasn’t easy to get that V shaped body and he is extremely proud of this accomplishment…

Especially when he sees your hungry gaze roaming his torso up and down

And you… He couldn’t possibly choose one part

Beautiful legs, rounded butt, soft abdomen and that gorgeous, gorgeous smile

Yeah…

No…

That would be your thighs when it comes to the sexual aspect

You have such a delicate skin there. So suckable. Kissable. More plush than any pillow could ever be

He feels so secure and at ease when they squeeze around his head as you ride his face.

The sound of his hips slapping against them - heavenly

Not much can make him calmer than your lovely, plump thighs

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

It should come (hihihi) as no surprise that he loves to spill inside

It’s so intimate… Bonding…

Doesn’t really like to cum onto you for reasons he himself doesn’t really understand

It just feels… somewhat degrading? And he doesn’t like it that way?

Then again cuming into your mouth is a strong YES. Maybe it’s because of how enthusiastically you take him in

How you collect all the spill from your chin and lick it off your fingers like it was some kind of delicious delicacy

That sight makes him hard all over again…

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory - a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a folder of your photos on his computer

Some of them were taken with consent… Some without you realising…

Because you were in his bed sleeping in your naked glory… And he could only stop himself the first, like 20 (?) times

He sorts them by aesthetic and cuteness/sexiness

Jacks off to them when you’re not around

Most of them are very artistic. He tries his best to make them as good as the ones he was using before you… (see J)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He slept with a few girls in college, but he saw it only as ‘taking care of his sexual needs’ - no real feelings included

He had one dedicated booty call - a girl who fell in love with him despite him saying that he only only sees her for sex

That period really allowed him to explore his sexuality

So he knows what he likes and what to do, so his partner likes it too

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Everything when he takes you from the back

He’s rather keen on yanking hair, slaping ass…

But when it comes to the person he loves - you, he likes to face each other during sex

He wants to kiss your face, neck and chest. Nuzzle his face into your abdomen while he’s going down from his height

Your legs thrown over his shoulders so he can slap his hips against your soft thighs

Or legs pressed to your sides, hands gripping your thighs

And he can’t even attempt to lie he doesn’t absolutely love when you sit on his lap… or get on top in general

Or when your thighs grip his head when you 69 on the couch while ‘watching’ a movie. Your lips sloppy around him as his tongue pleasures you with most precision and dedication

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

No goofy.

If they start to joke around, they get spanked. HARD.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Victor is a passionate swimmer, so most of his body is hairless

But he doesn’t shave his pubes. Finds it weird to be completely bare down there and the first time he had sex with a completly hairless girl, he was a bit taken aback with her baby like smoothness.

Only trims them with a ‘pubes razor’ which is his old razor that he doesn’t use for face anymore, because he got a better one from his aunt for Christmas

Carpet matches the drapes

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

No goofy.

Only love and eternal devotion.

He will caress and leave kisses all over your body. Keep you close in the warmest and most loving embrace

No dummies or idiots in bed. Only treasures and loves

Almost like he’s trying to make it up to you for his tendency to be so aloof on a daily basis

The sweet talk doesn’t stop there, but I already said everything about it in A

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

This man didn’t have time to waste on women when he was building his empire, so he naturally spend quite a lot of his life masturbating instead of having sex

He doesn’t really enjoy porn, though. It’s too cartoonish for him. He much prefers to look through lingerie commercials or nude photoshoots - the more artistic the better

After he reunites with you, he starts to feel all that pent up sex tension and starts to jack off almost every day

Thinking about you. Looking at photos of you. Carving you with every small bit of his being

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

First of all - seeing his partner being pleasured. Either by him or by a vibrating toy plugged into them or pressed against their sensitive spots. He doesn’t even pump himself watching. He’s way too consumed with the enticing sights

Double penetration. His huge dick in one whole, dildo in another… Just thinking about it gets him going

He can’t deny himself at least some manhandling (if you consent - obv). Although he doesn’t go full on dom every time (at least with you) he seems to be unable to deny himself some hair pulling and choking... Although he almost does it lovingly? Spanking and whipping will surely also happen from time to time. Can get very rough when jealous

Also a slight daddy kink. When he hears it slip past your lips in the form of a joke - he feels some strange tingling in his groin and it’s not a venereal disease

If you sit on his lap, make a cute, helpless expression and ask daddy to play with you… It just turns him into a primal animal with no self restraint

That he kinda always seems to be

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Where nobody can hear them

Or see them

Anywhere with a stable surface really, but he needs to know you will have full privacy

Would never agree for public sex

All the sweet sounds and expressions he makes you do are his and only his to experience

M = Motivation (What turns them on/gets them going)

Stress, irritation, anger, hurt… Sex is a great way for him to gat this weight of his chest since he doesn’t really like to think those negative feeligs through

Or any feelings, if we’re at it

A nice butt is also a motivation, especially when it’s attached to a fine pair of legs

But both of these factors aren’t a guarantee of a turn on and even if they have that impact on him, he still will most likely not act on it

What he really struggles to control is a real attraction that reaches what’s beyond physical

A beautiful, hardworking and open-minded person is something Victor finds hard to ignore

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do/turn offs)

No sharing

No blood play

No permanent marking

Nothing too forcefull or aggressive

No sex before assigning boundaries and exchanging preferences

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As I already said In B, Victor is an oral lover

More into giving than receiving, but would never push his lover away

(you can always 69, right?)

The man is humming in pleasure as his tongue slides along your sex

Is more than willing to go for hours if only you let him

The more you moan the more intense his movements become

His main goal is to please

The secondary one is to be the best at yet another thing

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He has two base modes

One: I love you, my sweet creature - all about measured, unhurried but hard thrust. True, pure love-making

Two: Little girls don’t get a say in how daddy fucks them - you’re tearing up, sobbing, drooling and he gets even more turned on by it. Fucks harder and faster then you both believed possible. Years of engaging in sports come to show themselves

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He will participate when the occasion occurs

Might even initiate an occasion

But it’s not really sex for him. It’s a quickie

And when compared to the real love-making with you… it’s just meh

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

When it comes to taking risks, I believe I already made it clear that he isn’t too into that

If someone walked in you, it would be very upsetting for him

If you got accidentally hurt would break his heart

But experiment he would happily

New toys, new positions, new kinks… He will try anything once

Well, almost anything (see N)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

We all have our better and worst days, and this man has a whole company to run. It’s only natural for him to be tired

So usually he won’t last for more than one round. Maybe 3 on weekends

But will last a while if he sets a slower pace (see P)

On vacations however, after a few days of rest his stamina will increase dramatically

Have you seen this guy’s torso? Exactly

He has some stamina to spare

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not against, although he prefers to experiment with positions that to experiment with toys

Will probably never propose any, except when he knows his partner is into such things

If you do - Victor will do his research and find something exciting for you to enjoy

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He really is not patient enough for that

Doesn’t have time for it either

Why would he even want to? They’re unsatisfied = he’s unsatisfied (as I mentioned in K)

He sees no appeal in it. When he wants to fuck, he wants to fuck. No reason to beat around the bush

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Victor can be a bit more talkative than usual during the foreplay

Throughs some praise (a lot of it)

Tell you about his feelings (but not too much at that point)

About things that made him jealous…

A quiet Fuck may leave his lips when he enters you and when he’s about to come

In the middle of those two - he’s rather silent

Not much of a moaner

He grunts and growls a lot though. Can get a little bit loud from time

W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

It was a sunny, autumn day. You were walking down the street. You’re fingers entwined. The sunlight was gracing your beautiful features so gorgeously… and he had already been yearning for so long

When you’ve finally reached the Souvenir’s door, the man is all worked up

Not that you could tell from his steely expression

But you sure got suspicious when he got all touchy feely out of the sudden

Not that you would ever mind - obviously

Feather light kisses on the nape of your neck and shoulders. Fingertips caressed your waist to then slide down to your hips. Then he reached for the hem of your dress…

“I love you…” he whispered in your ear

Goosebumps momentarily appeared on your skin as all the intense feelings he had been making you experience from the very day you saw him for the first time in his office travel down your spine in a form of a intense shiver

You wanted him. So bad. For so long.

And there was no hiding his feelings for you at that moment as you turned your head to face him

Soon after stomach was pressed against the kitchen counter. Your naked butt was all out on display for Victor to squeeze and spank as you squirmed and moaned under his touch

Victor didn’t take any unnecessary time to move his long, broad fingers down, to stroke your sensitive slit

He praised you for being so wet, so flushed, so eager for him

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

“I love you, too” you whispered to his ear as his arms pressed you as close to his body as possible, while you were still going back from your highs

And after that, from his lips slipped the words of the most sincere adoration… and true love

Words you would never expect to leave his beautiful, soft mouth

Matches the rest of the man

Long and thick

No curvature. Perfectly straight

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Rather average

Ha has periods when he doesn’t even think about it

And he has ones when he can’t stop thinking about it

However he doesn’t go too much either way

Z = Zzz… (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Remember what I said in S? Applies here as well

He’s a hardworking man

Simplu needs to work hard to keep his business growing and to keep his lover pleased

Then he just needs to get some rest. Don’t try to change his mind because he will

If he’s well rested however, he won’t let you sleep

Like, not a chance. You need to come at least five times. He doesn’t make the rules, sorry

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yourssinfullyquiche · 5 months

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Night

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 Another installment in the 4 part Gavin (s.e.x) series. Yes, I was supposed to do Afternoon and Evening first but I'm still writing Afternoon and Evening has yet to be written. So...let's just skip to Night, shall we?

This is an NSFW work, and it's also a little angsty. I had to. I was desperate for angst TW: Unprotected sex, and...nothing else. I'm so bad at this

I come out of the bathroom, fresh as a dewdrop and see Gavin against the headboard of the bed, clothed in his tee and shorts, reading papers with his glasses on. It’s never used often, those glasses. Kept in a black zipped case, it remains on the bedside table ready for use when he wants to. Rather, when he has a splitting headache after reading too much too closely. Though, there are times when he adorns those golden spectacles for the surprised glint in my eyes that leads to heat spreading to my cheeks which results in me tugging my bottom lip with my teeth.

I have an inkling of why it’s there today because the second I emerge from my shower, his eyes meet mine immediately in a gaze that tells me he’s not OK. It’s the kind where his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. Behind that gaze is the lethargy of his recent mission that ended after a month, a sadness of which he has experienced that he’s yet to tell me. He looks like he’s about to cry driven by fear of loss. Ringed with dark circles, the reports he ought to be reading are abandoned with an unfocused mind.

I stride towards Gavin, with a resolve of eliminating the feelings which feed into that look. He puts the papers aside and the spectacles on it, arms at his side to welcome my presence on his body. I don’t even bother changing into my pyjamas, only removing my bathrobe and tossing it onto the chair, knowing that his clothes would be strewn all over the floor. Clad only in my delicates, my legs straddle his hips. He cups my behind and pushes me up, securing me comfortably above him, levelled to his face. My hair falls encasing us in a curtain of floral vanilla scent—a secret reprieve, only the two of us share.

Our hands fiddle with our clothes—mine are gone in no time, my fingers move on to his shorts, pull it down in one go and throw it haphazardly. He’s bare and chuckling when he looks at me. “Don’t worry, the other half of my body won’t dare run away.”

The delivery of that line should have me laughing but his voice is as empty as a hollow tree, something he tries to mask with cheekiness but fails. Though it twinges within, I don’t point it out. Instead I reciprocate with the intended cadence and smack his chest lightly, “I’ll be sure to use that line when you tear my clothes in shreds.”

He purposely averts his eyes all innocently with a satisfied smile on his face. The back of my fingers absentmindedly runs over his cheek as he tucks the spilling locks of my hair to one side. “What’s on your mind?” I ask.

There, it’s that look again. That look in his eyes tells me he’s so afraid. He breathes heavily and pulls me closer into his warm embrace, protectively cradling the back of my head. I wait for his shaky breaths to dwindle and answer though I know it won’t come as easily. I look back at him to see his eyes glisten wistfully and then he says, “I’m so happy that you’re here with me.”

My face twists first into confusion and then understanding. I don’t pry further because that one line tells me everything I need to know. A smile forms on my face as I cup his cheeks. “There’s no place I will be than in your arms, my love.”

The smile he gives me is loving and grateful as he brings me into his embrace once more. There’s a small lump forming in my throat, but I swallow it. There will be no tears for now, not when he needs my strength—and it comes full force as my fingers ghost over the deep lines on his body

All sizes with pains that ache my heart. I dance over the fresh gash across his sternum like they’re hot coals burning my fingers. Yes, it burns. It burns my entire being, makes my blood boil that he has to put himself through countless horrors—yes it is not deep, but the marking remains sufficiently angry to leave a scar crossing both his pecs.

My thoughts halt when he looks at me with a pensive gaze. I remind myself that anger is not what I need now as well. I’ll not let him have the chance to comfort me, not when he’s clearly in need of some love. So, before he utters anything, I kiss lips, one he gladly sinks into. Desperate and breathless it becomes and it makes me float, taking away my mind that would eventually travel down the path of bitter horrifying stories it conjures.

I caress his cheek with the back of my knuckles. Kiss all over his face. He chuckles as I flutter my eyelashes across his skin. I look into his eyes, tired but always exuding gentle love that sends a rush of warmth through my body.

No words leave my lips, it only moves to join his again. Our kisses are unhurried and languid, a sweet dance. We save exploring each other’s bodies for another day, for today we yearn only for the warmth such nakedness provides. I raise and sink slowly down his cock. The chorus of sounds leave our lips at the pleasure of fullness we both feel, feeling so close to one another, the warmth that one can only feel when they’re skin to skin.

One of his hands stays resting on my bottom and the other sneaks up to hold my nape, mine finds its way to the soft strands of his hair, and they stay put for anchor. I feel him engorged and pulsing in me. The burn of my core, the stickiness my legs feel and the incredible need to rise and slam hard into his body. I ignore all the impulse, instead we rock our bodies to a slow rhythm. Moving together and savouring the deliberate thrusts.

Gavin’s lips caress my neck until they land at the corner of mine. “You feel so good,” he whispers against my lips, choking my sighs once more in a reverent kiss. Tonight, I let my lips take away his grief, my body take away his pain. Perhaps after, words will be shared once more, dead in the twilight wrapped around in sheets heated by the warmth of our bodies.

The waves of pleasure crests within us yet we never hasten. I feel the usual jolt in my tummy, one look at him tells me we’re both about to fall over the cliff. “Together,” I tell him and he’s about to pull away when I stop him, clamping down. “I want it inside.” He stills, eyes wide as he stares at me for a few seconds. The question is clear. Are you sure?

Softly he asks to confirm his thoughts, “Is that what you want or are you doing this because you think I want it?”

I yearn, and perhaps I am doing this for him. But I don’t care. I know he’s the man I want to spend all my nights with wrapped in our sheets, the only one whose golden eyes I ache to meet when I wake. Somehow I know he needs that as well. To be so close to one another until the air we breathe diminishes.

“I want it…,” breathlessly it dispels from my lips.

I look at him and his eyes are glassy and dark to a deep shade of bourbon as he kisses my forehead.

“Then come with me,” says Gavin.

We’re in one tight embrace as our bodies rock once more—a little faster, and within a few seconds we come undone in a gentle rush. I have no plans to move, to feel the emptiness that will instantly wash over—he doesn’t either when his hands stay tight around me. I feel the warmth of the duvet around my skin as we kiss goodnight and say I love yous before we drift to a slumber.

A/N: Thank you for reading❤️ Updates will be quite slow since I'm working now. I had this piece in the drafts as I wrote it immediately after Morning. I waited so long only because I wanted to post it by order but the Afternoon piece is taking longer than expected. It's really out of my comfort zone, so writing it has been a slow process. To those of you reading, I appreciate your patience~

Credits to @cafekitsune for the lovely dividers😚

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night-chant · 2 years

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MLQC Scenario - Happily Ever After

Happy Valentine’s Day! I know a lot of people have been waiting for the SPs since last year and I hope those dates meet your expectations! I hope this scenario meets them as well! Enjoy!

Featuring: MLQC Guys + reader

Synopsis: Ah, look at these lovebirds who just got married. After the wedding, it’s time for the honeymoon!

Warning: Some are slightly suggestive!

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Victor:

Very traditional. Mind as well expect a real-life fairytale.

Strict with the not-seeing-the-bride-in-the-dress-before-the-wedding. (If you walked in, he’d turn away quickly as if you weren’t wearing anything at all.)

Ever since you’d walked down the aisle, he couldn’t keep in his eyes off you.

Honeymoon destination: Kyoto, Japan for the historical atmosphere and gardens.

Rose petals, candles and wine at a terrace.

The only time he let himself be moderately drunk.

If the trip lasted for two weeks instead of one, it’d be secret only you two would know.

Neither would mind if time froze even longer.

Returning to the office, he would stare at his wedding band whenever in deep thought.

Lucien:

Outskirts of Loveland, there was a perfect place for the honeymoon because it was like living in a cottage in an enchanted forest. (Waterfalls, gardens, willow trees, etc.)

The willow branches were perfect for a swing.

Took lots of photos of the scenery but especially of each other.

You looked through the wedding photos to find the best ones but he stared at the one where you were in his arms wearing the mermaid-style white dress.

You were already planning out the album: “So the first pages will be of the wedding and these will be for the honeymoon . . .”

“Is that all?” he prompted. “Is that the end? The . . . happily ever after?”

“Well, this is more than I could ever dream of . . .” You trailed off when he leaned in.

“Why are you acting so shy? We’re married,” he said, lacing your hands with his, the rings gleaming. “I want to give you everything.”

It turns out the last pages will be dedicated to your first newborn.

Also adopting was not out of the equation either.

Kiro:

“From now on, I pronounce Miss. Chips as Mrs. Chips!”

Fans were so excited and supportive.

After the grand wedding and flashing cameras, you two were finally left alone in peace in the Bahamas.

All devices were on airplane mode.

Lots of pillow fights.

His face grew red everytime you brought up how he proposed to you.

(He had encouraged you to try computer coding on his program where one of the codes asked you the life-changing question.)

“No, Kiro, we can’t have twenty-five kids.”

“Then we’re settled for twenty-four!”

Talked about fond memories and future plans until sunrise.

You didn’t need your Evol to predict that you’d have the happiest wife in the world.

Gavin:

“I rewrote the letter.” He had handed it over with slightly shaky hands. “So you know how I felt.” And how I feel, he thought.

Instead of a high school confession, you read a proposal. When you lowered it, he was on one knee, holding a ring.

Even after the ceremony, the image of you in a wedding dress was imprinted in his mind.

But what should you do on a honeymoon?

“You need a lot of flowers,” Eli said.

“Roses!” Minor chimed in. “Girls love that.”

Shaw scoffed. “Screw that. Just make out with her against the wall. Where is she? I’ll demonstrate.”

Earned Shaw an elbow in the gut.

Decided on the South Island of New Zealand for the view of the lakes and mountains.

Despite it being a joke, it clung onto Gavin’s mind. You had to kiss him multiple times before he confessed about what happened.

You laughed. “I only want you, Gavin. If you don’t believe me, I can prove it!”

You had to provide a lot of evidence before he caved in . . .

Trust me, he was thoroughly convinced in the first few minutes but of course he pretends that he wasn’t in order to witness the most of your dominant side lol

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Hope you like them!! Before MLQC, I haven’t written romance since...idk my 1D phase lol so getting back into romance has been an uphill battle but it is worth it :) Now... get those SPs!! Pspspspspsp

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janumun · 4 years

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Weathering With You - General NSFW Headcanons (Gavin and Shaw)

Almost two weeks late in dropping these NSFW head-canons for Shaw’s birthday and since it’s in honor of Lightning McFingers’ birthday, I present to you this long and horny retreat for sweet man, Gavin as well.

Tags: body worship, jealousy, vaginal and oral sex, edging, dry humping.

Happy Reading!

Gavin

Your first time with Gavin is a night you have to set the ball rolling.

Regardless of the amount of time you’ve been together (be it two weeks or two years), Gavin would never ask you to sleep with him unless he was absolutely sure you were ready to take the next step in your relationship.

The two of you often find yourselves in each other’s arms; inquisitive fingers rushing across the other to touch and hold. Gavin is intent on mapping and memorizing each and every single one of your reactions.

How the swipe of his tongue against the seam of your lips makes you shiver in his grasp, the way your fingers sink into and tug at his hair asking for more. The way your breasts press, impossibly soft, against the hard planes of his heaving chest. Gavin is here to commit to memory each and every single response: what makes you feel good, what makes you melt within his arms. Every. Single. Thing.

Sweet kisses transforming into sultry make-out sessions.

The two of you hot and bothered, hands threaded within and tugging at those impossibly soft locks, limbs entwined as you grind your fully clothed pussy against the ridge within Gavin’s pants. Low groans escaping into your mouth at the stimulation and you’re here, empty and aching for him before Gavin stills your hips. Damp lips drawing back from yours with a soft smooch and you’re mesmerized by the sight of his lips: swollen and glistening with the way you’d been kissing him moments earlier.

Gavin breaking the spell with a resigned pull of those lips into a smile, “We should stop for today.” Pressing his mouth against your temple in a chaste kiss before he climbs off of you entirely, immediately leaving you bereft of his warmth, unable to gather words to call him back to you.

Enduring weeks of similar back-and-forth before you finally decide to pitch the ball into his court and let him decide. You’re ready and if he is too —

Guiding Gavin’s lips back to yours, just as he moves to withdraw after having seen you back to your front door after one particular date night.

Your lips are fervent as they move against his; almost as desirous as the assured hands you feel trailing across your back to pull you closer into him. The need to breathe is what finally wrenches you apart, chests heaving against each other’s.

Gavin‘s a hot mess. Pupils blown wide, hair mussed — painting a sexy picture, only God knows how he manages to maintain — thanks to the conquest of your fingers. Mouth wet and slightly parted… before it curves into a loving smile. The blush barely dusting his cheeks is difficult to discern under the defective flickering light in the hallway. But you know it’s there after your particularly steamy kiss.

If you’ve learned to read him even the slightest bit over the course of your relationship, you know the thumbs slipping across either sides of your hips in tentative, delectable circles - leaving heat to spark and bloom at your very core - are clear signs of his reluctance to let go of you.

Letting himself feel you for as long as you allow him before he bids you farewell, leaving you with another night and a serious case of blue ovaries.

Not tonight if you can help it.

You finally throw the question out there and the prolonged silence that follows has you doubting all your plans and thoughts before Gavin swipes your mind clean of everything except for the feeling of plush lips that press against yours, until you’re both walking back into your apartment, unwilling to let go of each other.

His hands are everywhere all at once: gentle fingers carding through the strands of your hair, worshiping hands that cup and squeeze around the shape of your breasts. Your nipples hardening beneath the cups of your bra to feel the heat of his caressing thumbs, even over your clothes. Your resulting moan swallowed up by his eager mouth.

It’s not until you blindly stumble back into furniture within your still dark apartment, does Gavin hoist you up and into his arms. Striding towards your room in quick, purposeful steps even as you refuse to let his mouth stay idle.

Trapped in between the comfort of cool sheets beneath and his hard, unyielding body above, your heart does an odd pitter-patter before it stumbles altogether over its own beats when Gavin’s lips, reassuring and gentle, press against your forehead.

Clear brown eyes meet yours, the love in them so overwhelming; your breath catches in your throat at the sheer intensity of it before Gavin asks you once more, lifting your palms and folding a kiss into the skin apiece, “Are you sure about this?”

And when you nod, it’s as if it’s him who has been granted a great gift — a tender smile pulling across his face — instead of you who gets to love and cherish this amazing man for the entire night.

Meticulous and attentive in his ministrations; his fingers thrust and scissor into you, coax wetness to spill abundant onto pastel sheets.

You’ve never been this aroused, never ached this terribly for a man and a sigh of relief, unbidden, leaves your mouth when at last, Gavin slides his cock into you, filling you up just as you’ve wanted for so, so long.

Gavin’s style of lovemaking relies heavily on bodily worship.

The man likes to take his time during foreplay. Never one to rush; no matter how his lust begs him to take you right that instant. Gavin enjoys witnessing pleasure as it blooms unfettered across your face as much as he enjoys being inside you.

Pink tongue sweeping a path across moist lips before he moves to capture a nipple in between, tongue swirling across the puckered flesh as he sucks it into his mouth. Your body arches against the sensation of Gavin’s lips and fingers, teeth sinking into the plush of your lower lip as you attempt to regulate the sounds issuing from your lips without restraint.

You’re so incredibly wet; you hear the obscene squelch of your arousal as Gavin’s fingers sink into you. Drawing out moisture to drag across your clit until you’re moaning for him to take you.

Gavin is rarely assertive, tending to avoid ‘foisting’ his desires onto you but when your Officer gets jealous…

The way the LFG CEO offers a crooked elbow for you to take. Dark eyes following your movements, the subtle stretch of a smile Victor thinks he hides well despite the bite in his words. calling you an idiot as you stumble in your high heels. The arms that come around your waist to steady — the final nail in this coffin, scattering Gavin’s rationality and self-control to the winds — before your boyfriend can move forward, much to his chagrin.

The only thing left for Gavin to do is watch as you accompany Victor as his ‘business date’ to an official gathering; a celebrity event he volunteered to stand guard for; his cover as a Loveland Police Department’s Officer—

The cheek you left your kiss against before you parted ways, feels cools to the touch as gloved digits try and chase the phantom heat from your lips, long gone. An indescribable emotion, intense and turbulent gathering form within Gavin to watch how Victor keeps you close to his side, the careful way he guides you across the dance floor and the blood Gavin bites back to see you within the arms of another. He’s at his limit.

Sweeping you away from the throng of guests you excuse yourself from, you find yourself pinioned into a shadowed alcove by Gavin’s strong body, away from prying eyes.

Heated lips and pulsing tongue working against your neck in between short bursts of breath as if Gavin’s trying to reign in control — a task he’s miserably failing at.

Possessive hands he hooks around your hips to propel you against him and you moan to feel the hard ridge of his arousal grinding against your mound.

Gavin’s hardly sparing you breaths in between the sultry kisses you two exchange, tongue meeting yours in aggressive strokes. No words are exchanged and you’re pressed in place, unwilling to let go, under that fiery gaze; lust and jealousy sharpening his arousal to a keen edge.

You rarely see this unbridled side of him but you can’t bring yourself to tamp down the gush of wetness it floods in between your legs to witness him in this manner.

Gavin adores the way you look. It doesn’t matter whether you fit into society’s conventional standards of beauty or not; whether you’re short or tall, whatever your skin color, your proportions — Gavin has loved you from the moment he witnessed the girl with the low, side ponytail, dashing across the street in her soaked blazer.

Has loved the delicate fingers that danced across the piano keys while he listened on in silence from outside the music room’s window; hidden among the foliage of his usual gingko tree.

And he loves them still as he watches them card through those silken locks he so loves to bury his face against once he’s inside you — your digits combing through and undoing the careful braid you’d put up for the night as you sit in front of the vanity. Reaching for your make-up wipes as you carefully peel away the layers you put on to face the world: his confident and beautiful girlfriend.

Gavin always finds you stunning but the thought of him being a person you’re comfortable enough with, to let your hair down and... just relax; completely devoid of the masks you don on in public — both physical and emotional — shed to reveal you to his sight alone.

And when you meet his eyes in the mirror and catch him watching you… the blush, that smile spreading radiant enough across your face, your eyes crinkle at the corners in your happiness as you ask him to tie your hair up for you.

Overwhelming love and desire within him rising to a crescendo as he moves to stand behind you. Careful fingers sinking into your hair as he moves to tie it up. His lips pressing against the crown of your head, trailing down; soft kisses left into the crook of your neck as you shiver within his embrace.

Your hands guiding his against your breasts, your stomach… further down underneath your skirts as you ask for more. Gavin is helpless to resist.

Gavin has never been one for jokes; ribbing just not something he finds amusement in.

Until you.

You see how Gavin attracts the female populace at your work place; the sheer number of eyes that follow him whenever your boyfriend drops in for a visit.

Leather clad fingers reaching to remove his helmet; a hand he runs through those soft, mussed locks to make himself presentable before dismounting his bike. Long, purposeful strides he takes towards you. Those keen amber eyes that stay fixated on yours, a barely discernible smile pulling the corners of his mouth to catch sight of you. Your breath catches in your throat just as the countless, woeful sighs rising from your surroundings to be blessed by the sight of the ‘Boss’ Hot Cop Boyfriend.’

It’s as if Gavin doesn’t even realize the extent of his own destructive sensuality.

And your insistence upon letting him know just how gorgeous he is — multiple times — often spills a blush:, faint but sure, across his cheeks.

And when you do so in bed—

Gavin is pulling you under him; that beautiful body exposed to your sight alone and the red flares hotter across your cheeks now. The corner of his mouth pulling into a handsome smile, rendered even more devastating by the amusement put in it by the knowing twinkle in his eye. Flattered by the absolute knowledge of his effects on you.

Your mind is completely gone by the time he pulls your hands across his broad chest, fingers brushing against the firm pebbling of his nipples on their way down his torso. Mapping across his abdominal ridges. Tracing each perfectly toned line and dip. Down, down until your fingers wrap around the length of his cock and you moan to feel how hard his desires leave him for you. This beautiful man; yours alone.

And when you stroke his cock, Gavin’s dipping towards you; eager mouth parting yours to let his tongue taste hot against yours. You’re intoxicated.

Shaw

Romantic entanglements have never held any particular meaning for Shaw.

The emotional intricacies of sex incomprehensive; almost foolish in his eyes. Extending no farther than the physical pleasure he derives from it. Sex has always been more of a need that requires fulfillment — the same as food or water — for Shaw. The ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ policy is the one he holds true to.

He’s not ignorant enough to believe love does not exist in between individuals; rather, he accepts that ‘love’, no matter how celebrated and strong, does not last. Fading into indifference — if not hate — until nothing remains of it. That belief stems from his perception of human nature. Their emotions at any given moment; are transient and will not last—

—is what he considers true. Until he meets you.

Indeed, Shaw has never been one to dally during the act of sex. No kisses exchanged in affection, no attachments nurtured (at least, not from his side); it’s almost a cold, calculated sort of union despite all his facetious energy in bed. But with you, it’s different. Somehow important. The pieces he does not yet possess, of a rather disconcerting puzzle.

Shaw likes to take his time with you. When you two have sex, Shaw finds himself enjoying your body’s reaction to his touches, much to his initial surprise.

When Shaw has you in bed with him — those skilled fingers and mouth are constantly busy mapping their path across your body. Plucking a myriad of responses from you, as deft as the work of his digits across the bass when Shaw is up on stage.

The way your nipples pebble into erect tips, begging for his attentions when he releases his mouth from around the wet nubs. Your breasts when they tremble with the intensity of your arousal; struggling for every single breath in between moans of his name. When a blush spills fast and wide across your chest to voice your desire to have him in between your legs; even as your fingers twitch and thread through lavender strands to drag that infuriating smile down to where you want it.

Has he ever held a woman this attractive underneath him?

He isn’t quite sure, although he’d never breathe a word of how you leave him incredibly hot and aroused.

The soft parts of you are what Shaw likes to sink into — burying face, teeth and fingers into yielding places.

Nosing and biting along your thighs, your ass; the feel of your skin in between ravenous teeth. The grin that tugs to hear the sounds he wrenches from you, the desperate claw of digits into the sheets to hold yourself grounded but Shaw is here to let you know: your efforts are futile in the face of his desires.

But what he truly enjoys is when you let him bury his face into the supple flesh of your breasts. The size of them hardly matters when what he truly finds an almost… sense of comfort in, is your scent. The feeling of being surrounded by you, your heart beating steady beneath his lips.

It also lets the man conceal unwanted emotions that flit across his face, in rare moments of vulnerability. The attachment he feels toward you, this sense of belonging. Feelings he’s not yet ready to pick through, although you are lovers… after a fashion.

And when you try to pry (deeper) into his mind, his heart; Shaw is turning his head to bite at your breasts, pulling a gasp from you. Distracting you with nips and kisses as his fingers find your opening once more to dive into your wet warmth.

Despite how you find the man an enigma; a capricious bird in flight — every now and then, you discover just how lucid Shaw’s emotions can be. Readily expressed through gestures and giveaways you might’ve turned a blind eye to earlier in your relationship.

In contrast to his surface deep insouciant attitude; sarcastic, flippant smiles thrown your way, it irks Shaw to see the extent of your care and affections for those four men in your life.

Like an itch he’s not able to completely banish. A constant feeling of simmering displeasure to see you throw yourself into the jaws of danger time and again, without a single thought for your own safety to save these men who have been by your side far, far longer than he has.

Disquieting emotions he’s usually able to tamp down… far out of reach but that tight fisted control does not hold when he finds Gavin standing tall as the object of his jealousy.

You’ve always been far softer — your smiles easily given in Gavin Bai’s presence.

The thought sparking bitter across his veins until it manifests in barely smothered, sour possession. Ferocious, frenzied bites — marking you as his own — sinking into your skin wherever he can reach, cock pounding into you over and over until it is his name that leaves your quivering lips in lust and desire.

During such moments, he’s unusually quiet, choosing to stay that impudent tongue instead of hurling gibes at you. The only sounds in the room of your moans and Shaw’s harsh pants; his actions, however, are anything but tranquil. The intensity of his emotions impossible to ignore, although he does not realize how you read him. The unrest within Shaw manifesting in cool, white streaks of electricity rending the skies; bringing down an onslaught of storms and thunder. Your screams he swallows; lost within the hot moisture of his mouth and drowned beneath the raging torrents outside.

Nothing turns Shaw on more than to see how you react to his words; his provocations.

Shaw lives and loves to tease; his goading testing the limits of even a good, little saint like you.

The expressive raise of an eyebrow. A reprimanding slap across his bicep…. or when he pushes hard enough, a smart clap-back you deliver with a roll of those eyes, that has the grin on his face spreading wider and the cock within his pants turning harder.

When he stretches your patience (and frustrations) far too thin in bed; the decisive hook of your ankles around his waist to pull, letting the slide of his throbbing cock send delicious sparks skidding down your spine before you clench out, all niceties shed — “Put your cock in me before I do it myself you infuriating ass.”

Shaw has always had a healthy sexual appetite; as is the norm for a young, hot-blooded male like him. A one-night stand here. Catching up with and finding himself tangled within the sheets of an old sex friend there.

But meeting you seems to amp that switch higher within — every single word, every inane action seeming to flare that desire within him to uncomfortable heights.

Shaw is insatiable when it comes to sex with you.

The lazy, almost endearing way you put your hair up and out of the way into a top-knot. Specs too big for your face sliding down the bridge of your nose as you push them up with an impatient index.

The slow gyrations of your hips to the music on your phone as you whip up lunch in the kitchen; standing in front of a boiling pot of water for your ramen. The curves of your ass enticing enough that he’s reaching to pull you flush against him, impish laughter sending hot plumes of breath against your reddening ears and when you gasp with the tug of wicked teeth on your earlobe — Shaw is grinding his rapidly hardening arousal against the ridge of your ass, asking if you’re ready to let him have his meal yet.

And when your skin’s ruddy and enticing beneath the cup of his fingers, completely naked on his bed. The rise of your ass as you press back against the dripping head of his cock. Flushed cheeks lifting into a devious grin you angle his way, over your shoulder. Asking him if he’s ready yet to have a taste of these cheeks.

Shaw is ruined. Cock throbbing. Mouth dry and parted in horny shock. Pink tongue running slow and sensual across the arc of his lips. A feral light sparks within devious, amber eyes before he sweeps down, burying face and teeth into the swell of your ass. Nipping and biting generous across your skin until you moan out loud.

Shaw is pulling back, the sight of your skin marked beautiful in red... he can hardly hold himself back any longer. Long fingers taking hold of his cock, pumping slow and savoring, before he guides it in between the soft flesh of your thighs. Instructing you to tighten up for him and when you do, thrusting in between the space you’ve allowed for him, just him.

You’re so fucking sexy.

Frankly speaking, Shaw finds an easy target in you for his amusing (not very much so for you) tricks and deceptions.

A novel bait; you often jump at opportunities to show him who’s the boss around — not often realizing in your vexation how this Sly Sha(w)rk sets the stage for you to lose.

“Not giving up yet then?” A tickled sound; the flash of teeth in a grin that sets your jaw tight in frustrated arousal. A colorful string of words just at the tip of your tongue before you’re interrupted once more with the press of long, tapered digits deep against that one spot that almost sends you hurtling towards your release but — you hold on. Again. Not willing to give him the pleasure of seeing you lose the bet by meeting your end.

Clamping down on his fingers hard enough to hear the squelching sounds of your arousal ring loud within your ears. You flush. And the bastard above you is not ready to let go of this opportunity.

“Do you hear yourself? God, you’re so erotic, baby.” He pumps his fingers into you in a slow sort of torture, thumb brushing just shy of your sensitive clit. “You wanna know what else gets me harder for you?” Shaw leans in deliberately, lavender strands brushing a soft path against the crest of your cheek before his breath brands hot at your ear. His voice, equally silken; the Devil’s strings — “The feeling of your tight, wet cunt when it clenches around my cock as you come.”

And you’re a goner once more; filthy words sending you hurtling towards an orgasm vehement enough you see stars.

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