Hiiii~ I Saw That You Didnt Cross Out Touch Starved, So I Wanted To Request That If It Hasnt Been Already!

hiiii~ i saw that you didn’t cross out touch starved, so i wanted to request that if it hasn’t been already!

may i request a suggestive thing with connor with the prompt “touch starved”? like, he’s starting to experience sexual desire since the day he deviated and he tries to explain how he feels, and the reader helps him out 🥰

A/n: Finally putting a temporary end to the touch starved prompt…although this physically pained me to write I hope you enjoy! Likes and reblogs are very appreciated <3

A/n II: Sorry this took so long to push out. I had a whole plan for this ask but then I chickened out and didn’t know what to write :(

Summary: When you come back from out of town you notice Connor acting shady. The next morning he decides to talk to you about it.

Warnings: Smut

~900 Words

You set your keys in the ceramic ashtray on the counter, one of Connor’s latest hobbies. “I’m back!” you called out, you knew Connor was usually home by this time. You were gone for a week, it was supposed to be for longer but work finished early and you wanted to surprise him. 

You heard a bit of shuffling then Connor rounded the corner, “y/n! Your back early!”

You laughed as he pulled you into a hug, you wrapped your arms around his neck, “I wanted to surprise you!” He hummed as you ran a hand through his hair, “why is it like this?”

“I was laying down,” he muttered into your shoulder.

“Laying down?”

“I’m caught up on work and housework. Humans enjoy laying down in their free time so I decided to try it out.”

You pulled back and he reluctantly released you, “well after the long trip here, I would sure love to lay down for a bit.”

“Of course,” he smiled, picking up your bags and leading you to your room. 

You took your shirt and jeans off, “so did you enjoy it?”

His LED flickered red, “what?”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you pulled on a baggy shirt and some shorts, “laying down…”

“Oh, yeah-” he said, trying to play it off as he sat on the bed.

You smirked, “you were totally doing something else weren’t you?”

“No,” his LED began to blink yellow.

“Yeah you were!” you jumped behind him onto the bed, “what was it?”

“It was nothing-” he sputtered, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“Because-” his eyes met yours and he looked away, “nothing you should just get some rest.”

You didn’t miss the look that flashed across his face when he looked at you. You pressed your lips together, “you know you can talk to me right?”

“I know,” he sighed. 

When he didn’t continue, your wrapped your arms around him and pressed a kiss to his LED, “we should get some rest then.” You released him and moved to your side of the bed. You slipped under the covers and waited for him to join you. He slowly eased under the blankets and shuffled towards you. His LED was finally back to blue. 

“Get some rest,” he muttered. You pressed your lips together and closed your eyes, hoping sleep would find you soon enough.

When you woke up Connor wasn’t in the room. You wanted to call out to him but thought he probably just wanted space. You grabbed a towel and took a quick shower. Afterward, you dried off as much as possible, grabbed the shirt and shorts you changed out of, and went to the kitchen. Connor was sitting on the couch. You wandered into the kitchen and began digging in the counter. You moved to the fridge and the freezer, opening their doors and closing them after looking for a minute. You ended up grabbing a pop-tart and sitting on the couch next to Connor. You watched his LED jump from blue to amber, “are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

“It is normal for people in a relationship to talk about these kinds of things,” he muttered to himself. You set the half-eaten pop-tart aside, dusted off your hands and shirt, and waited for him to continue. “Ever since I deviated I’ve been having certain feelings. At first, they were small and didn’t require attention but a few months after we started dating they got bigger and stronger…” He furrowed his brows and looked at you, “do you know what I mean?”

“Not really, what kind of feelings?” you asked, even though you had a pretty good idea.

He cleared his throat, “um- sexual feelings…”

You stared at him and opened your mouth to speak before closing it, you didn’t want to say something stupid, “okay…” Then it clicked. That’s what he was doing yesterday.

He shifted, “I didn’t want to talk about it because I felt like it would make you uncomfortable-”

“No no no,” you said, “it’s completely fine. I just didn’t think you wanted stuff like that.”

“Well, I do….”

You bit back a smirk, “oh? What kind of stuff do you imagine?”

“I- mostly you on top of me,” you hummed, sliding across the couch.

“Anything else?” His LED glowed yellow as you settled in his lap, he only shook his head, “is there anything you don’t like?” he shook his head again, “well, I like it when you use your words.”

“Okay,” he whimpered. You smiled and leaned down to kiss him, his hands immediately held onto your hips. As he deepened the kiss, you ground down on his dick. He moaned into your mouth and you smirked, enjoying his reaction. You moaned at the friction, repeating the action, he threw his head back and began panting.

“Is this what you were imagining?” you whispered, leaning forward.

“Yes,” he muttered desperately, his voice husky and filled with static. You smiled and began to kiss his neck, occasionally stopping to leave bites, still grinding on him. You moved to kiss him and felt his hands trail up your shirt. You sighed as you slid your tongue over his, the feeling of his sensors never failing to surprise you.

“How close are you?” you gasped, breaking away.

“72 percent,” he groaned. 

You smirked and slid off of him, “well, let's finish this somewhere else.”

“Leave it on” Choso 😔🙏

Choso can't breathe as you lay face down on the bed arching your back, you ass pushed up invitingly, revealing the little lace thong barely covering your already soaked cunt.

The little patch of wetness covering the crotch only made it that much more inviting.

"Do you mind if I leave it on?" he asks tremblingly.

You giggle. while glancing at him over your shoulder. "Sure but Cho...how do you plan to fuck me like that?"

He responds by hooking his finger across the scanty material and pulling them to one side, your glistening folds on display.

"Like this," he breathes, and without warning, plunges his hard cock into your warm, wet folds.

Cruel Fates (Part 1)

Pairing: Azriel x f!Reader

Summary: Azriel is your mate but only you know it. You are very aware that he has eyes for someone else and thus you decide not to hide it forever. After all, what could go wrong right?

Warnings: Pure angst

Part 2 | Part 3

He was looking at her again. The only time he didn’t look at her was to update Rhysand on his last mission. You tried your best not to look at him but somehow your eyes wandered back to him like a moth drawn to flame.

The meeting finished and everyone left except for you and Rhysand. 

“How long do you plan to continue this?” he asked, worry coated his words.

“I don’t know, as long it takes.” your gaze was focused on the golden sunlight that poured from his window

“From what I see it looks like forever.” he placed a hand on her shoulder, “And forever is a long time, Y/N”

“What do you think I can do?” you said finally looking at him. You wished ignoring the feeling long enough would make it disappear.

“He’ll want to know. Tell him, we all saw what happened to Feyre and me” Rhys was the only person you told about this. He was the older brother you could confide in anytime.

“Feyre wasn’t in love with someone else.” At this point, you were not sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

“Azriel is your mate.”

“And he thinks the cauldron made a mistake with Lucian and Elain. He thinks Elain should be his mate. Not me. He barely looks at me that way Rhys.”

Rhys shook his head and sighed.

“I don’t know why we are having the same conversation for the hundredth time. I told you before and I'll tell you again, I am not going to say anything to Azriel. If I do it’ll ruin everything I already have with him.”

“I know have you at least tried to hint at him?”

“No. And I won’t besides Elain is happy when she is with him and that makes Feyre happy. I can’t do that to her Rhys. She has enough to worry about already.”

Rhys just looked at you as if you were some weird puzzle.

“Both of us know those are just partial reasons. You can’t bring yourself to tell him but my question is why."

He held my stare as he repeated, "why Y/N?”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “Because I am afraid he won’t like me. I am afraid yet another person who I like will tell me that they don’t see me the same way. I am tired of this, Rhys. Unless he realizes I can’t do anything. Maybe the cauldron was indeed mistaken.” 

With that, you just walked out of the room.

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀OLDER LEON! HEADCANONS

content warning oral sex, older boyfriend leon!au, leon death island, insecurity, smut, pwp, slut and "egocentric" leon. +18! MDNI

author's notes : I wanted to do this for a while, but as I was having creative block I was disappointed looking at the drafts. I was happy when I suddenly wrote something lol until I was happy with the result. I wanted to make a somewhat contradictory Leon, "raw" the way I see him.

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older leon: who picks you up and leaves you regardless of where you need to go, is always at your disposal, even if there is still work to be done, leon tries his best to take you wherever you want to go.

older leon: who, even with excruciating work to do, tries everything to be present in your life, even with minimal contacts, is always showing that he is there, by your side.

older leon: who is constantly afraid that you will abandon him, always hoping that you are loving him enough to leave other people aside. He desperately hopes that you don't find anyone more interesting than him, because he couldn't stand a second away from you. Extremely insecure, but always hiding this painful trait from you.

older leon: who loves doing "cheesy" things with you; from cooking with you, mugs, watching a ridiculous show, wearing weird shirts with bizarre and funny combinations, because it all sounds romantic or as leon says; "That's something a couple would do." He loves to talk about cheesy couple things with you, because regardless, what matters is being happy with you.

older leon: : who loves kissing you slowly while gently placing his hand on your neck, slowly slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hand slowly slides over your shoulders and fixes it on your waist, keeping you glued to his body during the kiss, always ending with a soft bite and a wet kiss on your neck.

older leon: who sometimes can't control herself and ends up lowering her lips to her lap, taking off the straps of her dress and lowering the fabric to expose her breasts, sucking them while putting his hands on her back to lick her breasts better, biting and giving licks that make you close your eyes in anxiety.

older leon: He kneels on the floor, pushes you against the wall and pulls up your dress, putting your panties to the side and placing your leg over his broad shoulders. He sticks his hot tongue into your wet hole, massaging your clit with his thumb over and over, making slow circles and making sure to suck it well to get it wet, making your body arch beneath the cold wall.

older leon: who is addicted to your pussy, always fucking you, making you even wetter to stick his fingers in while he mistreats your clitoris with strong sucks, always scratching your ass, trying to dive into your pussy, rubbing that nose on your pleasure point, taking and putting his tongue inside you. Smearing yourself, without paying attention to the cum that drips down your chin.

older leon: who loves to make a mess while fucking you, who loves to see you scream and is self-centered when he sucks your cunt, knowing that no one else will suck your pussy the way he does.

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sirius black x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when sirius finds himself with girl troubles, he enlists your help

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, bit of angst

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.8k

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: not really fond of this one but anyway enjoyy

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you were laughing as lily explained james potter’s latest attempt at wooing her. “i seriously don’t know how he comes up with these ridiculous nicknames.” she exclaimed. “i don’t think we want to know.” you countered, shuddering at the thought of seeing inside james potter’s mind. or any of the marauders’ minds. “you are absolutely right. ignorance is bliss.” lily agreed. “that it is, my friend.”

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leon takes out his frustrations on you (sexually)

pairing: leon x afab reader

cw: smut, pwp, somewhat rough, selfish sex

summary: little leon x reader drabble that i wrote in the middle of the night while i was half-asleep after playing re6 (so in my mind this is re6 leon)

wc: 676

When Leon comes home from a hard day at work or a grueling mission, before he collapses into bed and becomes comatose, he takes whatever he needs from you.

Leon’s typically a giver, a life saver, a people pleaser. He’s the type of man who feels guilty for being the hero - he’d never call himself that, though, but you would. The hero who got little recognition and a whole lot of stress. He’s often come home from long days at work and grueling missions pissed off, and rightfully so. Still, he tried to hide his anger, tried to drink it away, especially tried to hide us from you. But you wanted to help, so you devised an agreement with him - when he felt like he needed to get his frustrations out, he didn’t have to say anything, he could just carry you to the bedroom and fuck his feelings away. This was better - he hated talking about his shit and you got off on him using you like a sex toy. 

One night he came home after working late. You were about to offer him dinner, but he took your hand and muttered, “bedroom”. Without another word, he led you to your bed and gestured for you to lie down. He shrugged off his jacket and slipped out of his shoes. You discarded your shirt, but before you could take off your pants, he yanked them off along with your panties. He dipped his fingers into you - he hadn’t bothered to remove his gloves - and thrusted them roughly in and out, curling them so they hit your g-spot every time. You were already moaning and dripping wet when he flipped you onto your stomach. You couldn’t see him but you could hear the clinking of his belt buckle and his zipper being pulled down. You were flat on your stomach so he lifted your hips and parted your legs to give himself better access. He slid into you in one stroke, giving you no time to adjust. When you moaned, you felt his hand smack your ass. He fucked you harder which made your moans into sobs. Leon responded to your desperate sounds by saying, “shut up” in a deep voice through gritted teeth. If he’d ever told you to shut up outside of sex, you’d be offended - and horrified since that’d be incredibly out of character for him - but now, you were soaking the sheets. 

Leon didn’t talk much about his professional life outside of the bedroom. While his hips slammed into yours, skin slapping against skin over and over, he complained about his day. It was nearly incomprehensible, not only because you had no frame of reference for the DSO’s day-to-day, but also because he would repeatedly get interrupted by his own moans and expletives. 

“I can’t fucking stand him and his stupid bullshit plans - ah fuck,” - all they care about is - Jesus Christ - themselves and I - fuck you’re so tight - none of them could take half of the shit I go through and they still have the audacity to - oh god, fuck yes, do that again - they’re a bunch of assholes who - fuck, ‘m gonna cum inside you.”

After he came, you gave him a minute to catch his breath while you got yourself cleaned up. Then, when you hopped back in bed he was all over you, kissing your cheeks and telling you how much he loves you. 

He asked, “how was your day, baby?”

“It was okay.”

“Do you wanna come sit on my face and complain about it?”

“I already came while you were fucking me,” you told him. 

“Oh so that’s what that puddle on the sheets is?” he teased. 

In reality, his proposal to have you sit on his face was a selfish one. Leon was a pussy addict, but as usual, you’d let him have his way.