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tags: breeding kind of, riding, once again just pure filth
ok he’s big and scary and his dick is huge duh. but he’s definitely such a baby. when you get on top and ride him, taking complete control, it drives him insane. he’ll start to get handsy but you’ll smack his hands away and tell him he can’t touch until he’s been a good boy :((. he hates not being able to touch his darling but he can’t really concentrate on that due to the fact your bouncing up and down on his cock like your life depends on it.
when he starts whimpering and begging to cum you’ll stop. könig will buck into you at an attempt to get you moving again, but you quickly put his antics to shame. calling him a needy whore, cant go a second without being inside you. your words go straight to cock as it twitches inside you, so you made a deal. you’ll let him cum, only if he fills you up. he wastes no time getting work. fucking into you at an unholy speed, hitting that sweet spot that turns your vision into static. he whines things like, “wanna be your good boy” and “wan’ make you feel so good”. without any warning he fills you with his seed. he doesn’t move, not wanting anything to spill out. you use him to teach your own high, moaning out praises like “m’ sweet boy fills me up so good”. you collapse onto his chest, feeling his arms wrap around your body as you both lay there, infatuated with one another.
Hi so I saw that you are open to write for house md and I'd like to ask for a chase fic. Like reader is house's kid and either works at the hospital too or gets admitted there but also knows chase and is in a relationship with him. Plot can be fluffy, smutty and/ or angsty I don't really care but I'd like to know how house would react if he sees them interact etc.
Idk if you see this or like the idea but I wish you the best and I really like your fics
hiiiiii anon!! i love this idea sm and i LOVE ROBERT CHASE WITH MY WHOLE HEARTT. dad house is so sweet and cutesy. i tried my best for u
tags: robert chase x houses kid! reader, one use of y/n, house is stubborn but loves u, just fluff
this is embarrassing. never in your twenty-five years of life would you imagine yourself in the hospital that both your father and boyfriend work at. yet here you are, with a 4 cm laceration on your right hand. the triage nurse had just sent you off and notified you that a doctor will be with you shortly. from your room window you could see dr foreman patting a familiar face on the back, probably saying something along the lines of “this case is yours bud”.
as soon as chase read the report he hurriedly rushed into your room. you shot him a sheepish grin and lifted up your hand to reveal the gash.
“my god, y/n”, he sat down next to you and took your hand gently into his gloved one and inspected the wound. he looked up at you, as if asking for an explanation.
“maybe i shouldn’t garden alone. i picked up this clay pot. the way it was sitting had been bothering me for a couple days now. i’m guess i’m not as strong as i thought i was because i dropped it and as it shattered, it cut me up pretty good.”
chase sighed at your stubbornness, something that had drawn him into you since early in your relationship. he took one of his gloves off and gently stroked your hair. he rambled on about how you should really be more careful and call him if you needed anything too laboring done. you weren’t listening. you were staring into those blue eyes. you weren’t into all that cheesy romance stuff but god, those eyes are stunning. your moment was quickly put to an end when harsh tapping could be heard from outside your window. you knew that sound from anywhere.
“you decided to be the one to doctor on MY kid”
house, or dad as you call him, hastily shuffles into your room and gives you both a judgemental look. robert rolls his eyes,
“foreman gave me the case first, i'm just doin’ my job”.
house hobbles over to check your vitals even though it’s a minor issue compared to what they deal with on a daily basis. you know your dad loves you and cares but he’s not the best at verbally expressing it. you knew he would probably just sit there and observe, so you turn back around to your extremely, worried boyfriend.
“soooo” you drag out the ‘oh’ sound, to show him you’re not worried. “whatcha doin after work handsome?”. chase runs a hand through his blonde hair and lets out a long, exasperated sigh.
“i was planning to go on a cute and sweet date with you, but instead i’m gonna be dr. chase for another 12 hours”.
he sounded tired but you knew he was more than happy to care for his darling. just as you two were planning out your evening, your father and robert’s pagers began harmonizing. chase gives a quick but passionate kids to your temple. house makes his gag be known, sticking a finger in his mouth for dramatic effect.
your dad lingers in the room for a moment, giving your shoulder a squeeze. it’s still gonna take time for him to adjust to the fact his child is dating his co-worker. but you’re not his little baby anymore and he knows it.
when he heads out his parting words are,
“i’ll have someone stitch you up kid, stay put”.
you lean back in the bed and continue to add pressure to your wounded hand. a few minutes pass and your sweet boyfriend stops by again. and takes a seat at the stool beside your bed. he has the tools to stitch up your hand. to distract you from the pain, chase sparks a conversation.
“your old man..” he chews the inside of his cheek. you know exactly what he’s gonna ask. “does he like me? and not as a co-worker. does he think i’m a good fit for his kid?”. your heart sank at the thought of robert thinking he’s not enough. truth is, your dad did like him. though he would never admit it, the fact robert makes you happy, makes your dad happy. he’s real bad at showing it, but you know it’s true.
“he’s a grump, chase. he likes you. he might never admit it. but the fact he hasn’t beaten you to death with that cane of his really says something.”. you can tell your reassurance helped. you loved robert, and he loved you too. before you knew it the stitches were finished. he pulled out a sling from a cabinet so you won’t irritate the stitches too much.
“hey, i’ll get your discharge papers. we’ll have you out of here soon”.
chase pressed a kiss to your lips this time, and he stayed there for a minute. hand on your jaw to keep you steady. you moved your lips in unison, running your free hand through his hair. a sharp pain stabbed your hand and caused you to pulled away and gasp. he reminded you to take some pain medication once home.
before he headed out the door, robert whips around and sternly demands,
“i don’t ever wanna see you in here again.”
I had an idea for a James Wilson fic and saw ur requests were open.
U don't have to do it ofc uts just an idea :]
So ig it's a kinda enemies to lovers thing where the reader constantly pisses off Wilson and she's absolutely convinced she annoys him sm there's no chance of him liking her.
Then smt happens (dunno what) and the reader is upset abt smt and is hiding from everyone as she has a breakdown and Wilson somehow finds her and.... ye
Again u don't have to do it but ye
anon this is so cutesy wutesy. i tried my best n i hope you like it!! also i’m sosos sorry for the wait.
tags: no mentions of y/n, slight angst, mentions of cancer and dead people and heart attacks, otherwise just fluffy
“do you always have that stupid smile plastered across your face?”, james wilson asked. you’re pretty damn sure he would erase you off the face of this planet if given the chance.
“only for you”, and you were proud of it.
because the both of you were in the oncology department together, it gave you plenty of opportunity to bug him. at first you truly didn’t mean to, small things like bumping into him at the wrong time. but instead of letting your feelings become shot due to his scolding, you embraced it. you make it your goal to do something that you know will annoy james.
today was friday and the two of you had been assigned the same case. the patient at hand had stage 3 soft tissue sarcoma. their condition wasn’t great, but vitals were fine. you were talking with a nurse about what steps to take moving forward with his treatment. out of the corner of your eye you saw that familiar face. the two of you beckon the other doctor over. it seems as if he was trying to ignore you, the way he hesitantly made his way over to you two.
“please, make it quick.” he huffed. the nurse explained the case while you stood there for a moment deciding on whether taking his stethoscope was a good idea. you decided it was and quickly took the device from off his neck and onto yours. you put your hands on your hips and contorted your face to look angry. james was not having it as he quickly tried to get it back. but you were faster than him and was able to keep it.
“you might think that’s funny but it’s unprofessional. i don’t understand how you’re allowed to work with adults when you act like a child.”. his comment seemed to kill the mood as the other nurse walked off, leaving just the two of you. deciding that he’d had enough you unwrapped the equipment from your neck and handed it back. james snatched it from you, looking you up and down in distaste.
“do your job. it’s doctors like you that kill patients”. his tone was harsh. it pierced your heart a little bit. ever since you had first joined the hospital crew, you always sort of looked up to him. he was so intelligent and seemed to always know what he was doing. and you hated the fact he implied that you were killing patients. the people you work so hard to save.
you tried to brush his words off, telling yourself he’s just a grump and didn’t mean anything by it. you continued your day as usual. you only had a couple patients today so it was a relaxed day. that was until the patient from earlier had a rapid decline in health. he suffered a massive heart attack and the team was not able to save him. you stood there as the doctors repeated his time of death. you’ve lost many lives before and you know it was just apart of your job, but something stuck to you.
“it’s doctors like you that kill patients”. his words rang throughout your mind like a gunshot. you made your way to the break room and curled up on the couch with your head in your hands. quiet sobs left your mouth. maybe he was right. maybe all this time you weren’t good enough. at this point you had fully convinced yourself that it was your fault. if only you had payed more attention to his history. if only you had searched deeper into his files, then maybe. just maybe, you could’ve found something to prevent this from happening.
the screech of the door opening had pulled you from your thoughts. you looked up to see him. james wilson. james was able to read the hurt expression on your face. he stared for a moment, taking in the situation.
“it’s not your fault”
you got up and started your way to the door with tears threatening to fall once again. james moved so you were unable to exit.
“dr. wilson, please-“ you practically begged him to move. but he wouldn’t budge. instead, his eyes softened and face relaxed. he looked worried. you tried once more to leave the room but jus as expected, you failed.
“i’m sorry.” he took a deep breath before continuing. “you’re an amazing doctor. you love your patients. i know you do. and you’re a good person. i want you to know that. every time you bother me i secretly enjoy it because i’m able to see you happy.”. he paused for a moment, waiting for your response.
shocked at the fact he doesn’t hate you, you ask him, “you..like me?. almost laughing at the thought of him enjoying your company. but he’s not laughing. his eyes are gentle and he puts a hand on your shoulder.
“of course i like you. and the fact that you’re..” he motions to your current state of sadness, “..like this because of something i said is awful. i hate the idea that i made you feel unworthy.”. you stopped for a second to let his words absorb into your head. as if someone else was controlling your body, you hugged him. he froze for a moment with his hands dangling above your back, before relaxing into the hug. james gently rubbed your hair and back while whispering kind words.
you were the first to pull away. slightly laughing at yourself for being so sensitive. you awkwardly look at him before shuffling your way to the door. just as your hand reaches the handle he stops you.
“hey, wait. after this is all sorted, would you want to have dinner with me tonight?” he cursed himself for asking at a bad moment, but knew he would never ask if he didn’t now. you looked at him, and then back at the door.
“yeah! i would love that. just uhm- let me know whenever. okay?thankyoubyeeee” you smooshed the last words together in an attempt to leave and
cover up your now rose tinted cheeks. on the other side of the door james pumped his fist in the air like a little kid. maybe he needed some sweetness in his life.
hobie blurb bc we all know those fingers are good at more than just playing guitar
hobie brown loves the fact that his fingers can make music in two ways. he can play his guitar and strum intricate cords that took him years to learn. and he can play your music. touching you in just the right way to get those pretty moans out your mouth and carefully using his fingers to hit all of those good spots inside of you.
unlike music, hobie doesn’t wanna share these noises with the world. these are only patterns that he’ll understand, only he can make you feel this good. of course he’d show you off. but only he gets to know the symphonies you chant in the bedroom. a crying moaning mess because his long fingers are filling you up so good while you beg him to slow down. he eggs you on, doing things that he knows will make you louder. hobie would get down on his knees and eat you out, of course for his and your pleasure, but also to hear those songs spilling from your mouth. it’s a beautifully romantic melody.
brat
miguel o’hara x brat!reader blurb
tags: miguel lowkey being a brat tamer, being tied back a little
miguel was fed up. all day, you’d been testing him. whining about the smallest things, ignoring him when he’s talking, even interrupting him mid sentence. you knew he wasn’t able to do anything because he was working. usually he love to bring you in to the hq with you. but not today. as soon as you walked into the door to your shared apartment, you knew. you knew that whatever he had planned for you was gonna be hell. the gruffness in his voice when he demanded you to sit on the bed in your bedroom and wait for him to finish a few small chores.
you fiddled with the hem of your pants, slightly regretting your actions from earlier. but you kept your front and sat there, arms crossed, waiting for your punishment. you heard heavy steps close in and enter the bedroom. you looked up to see your boyfriend staring darkly down at you.
“face down, ass up.” he instructed. you refused to listen. instead, crossing your arms even farther whilst trying to read his mind. he didn’t have time to argue with you. he used his webs to tie your hands together, he quickly grabbed hold of you and took off your pants and shirts. you protested, telling him how this wasn’t fair.
“next time don’t be such a fuckin’ brat”. miguel then flipped you over just how he wanted you and began plowing into you. his size is something you’ll never get used to. you cried out, begging for him to give you a moment to adjust.
“i don’t care. next time don’t be such a needy whore.” his pace quickens and he leans down on you back, just barely brushing your ear. “ignoring me and not even listening to a god damn thing i say. las chicas malas merecen un mal castigo.”
you cried out as you came all over his throbbing cock. he still didn’t care. his pace staying the same, which sends you far over the border of overstimulation.
“miguel, please”, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. he responded to your cries by biting down on your shoulder. the pain made you clench around him even tighter. he scolded you for being such a naughty thing. it’s pathetic. his words do nothing but go straight to your already drooling pussy.
he felt himself getting close but still wanted to be punishing, so he pulled out and stroked his length until cumming all over your back. he said that only good girls get filled up, and you haven’t been good.
he undid his webs and let you loose. but he didn’t let you move until he got a hotel towel with hot water and wiped your back down with it. as he laid next to you on the bed you snuggled closer to him. miguel wrapped an arm snug around your waist to let you know he’s not letting go.
“miggy?”
“yes, hermosa?” he moved his head so he could see you.
“can i come to work with you again tomorrow”. you gave him the biggest puppy eyes ever.
“absolutely not.” he kissed behind your ear and rested his head on your shoulder.
lust for life
professor john price x student reader
tags: teacher x student, very obvious age gap, i’m in love with older men like genuinely i have an issue, yearning a little bit, smut ofc
you knew it was wrong. your friends scolded you for feeling that way towards your, much older professor. but the heart wants what it wants, right? he’d praise your work, calling you “such a smart girl”, it drove you crazy. but of course he wouldn’t feel the same way back. it’s unprofessional and downright wrong. but the way he was grabbing your hips and forcing you back down onto his cock, praises falling from his lips as he reaches his high. it was too much, the way he called your name out like a chant.
“any questions before i let you all go?”
you snapped out of your very lucid daydream. looking around to see your classmates slowly exiting the lecture. you looked down at your notes to see that the only thing you’ve written down is a few lousy notes. sighing, you scold yourself for not paying attention. you’re gonna have to stay after class again, but you weren’t complaining. you made your way over to your professors desk as the last student shut the door.
“i’m really sorry mr. price. h-honestly i wasn’t really paying attention today. you might have to go over a few topics with me again. i apologize.” this wasn’t usually like you. you had the highest grade in your class and was always doing superb in all of your assignments.
“hey, it’s alright. you’re a very good girl. i know you didn’t have any bad intentions today”. he stood up from his chair, allowing him to slightly tower over you. he walks to where your back is nearly touching his chest, “here. give me this, let’s see what you have down”. you became self aware of every breath you took, praying to anyone out there that he couldn’t see you almost trembling.
to break the tension, you step forward and turn towards him. the way you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes. god, it made him melt. the way you yearn for his praise. he knows how you feel about him. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice the way your gaze lingered just a little longer than everyone else’s, biting the tip of your pen to try and get rid of all those disgusting thoughts.
price walks back over to his desk and takes a seat back on his chair, letting a gruff groan as he sits back fully.
“so, what’s been on your brain that’s got you all distracted?”. he tilted his head, waiting to see what lie you’ll conjure up.
“i mean- it’s really nothing. just school being busy. got plenty of work to get done, the usual.”. you failed to make eye contact. noted.
“you only have two classes. i know you don’t have that much work.” his voice is stern now. and your stomach is turning at the fact he’s caught you in your lie. “so look at me, and tell me what’s on your mind”.
you swallow hard. cringing at the fact that he may know exactly where your mind wonders each class. you decide to give in, kind of.
“it’s silly. i have a boy on my mind.” hoping that he’ll believe your lie. he scoffs and beckons you to come closer, patting his lap once you’re close enough. you look at him, confused. spending too much time thinking about the secret meaning of his actions, you’re caught off guard by the fact he snatched your hips and sits you onto his lap. you weakly try to wiggle your way out of his strong grasp, but it’s no use.
“maybe you aren’t such a smart girl. lying to your professor like that as if i don’t know.” his grip on your hips is suffocating. your body starts to subconsciously grind on his body due to the overwhelming heat forming between your legs. you know it’s wrong but god it feels so right.
price grabs your chin and begins kissing you. what was soft, gentle kisses grew to become an intense make out session. the sounds of your sloppy kisses to the feeling of your clit rubbing against his bulge every time you rock forward again, it was all becoming too much. you were babbling nonsense and pleading for more.
“becoming all fucked out just by grinding on me a little? that’s pathetic, honey.”. although his words are harsh, he picks you up and flips you onto his desk. your face is pushed into a bunch of useless paperwork as he slides down your pants, using a thumb to tease your puffy clit as he takes off your panties next. he uses the pad of the same thumb to collect the slick from your pussy, using it to wet his throbbing cock.
you cry out as he pushes his full length in without a warning. your hand flies to your mouth to prevent any more sounds from spilling out.
“thaaattts it baby, shut your pretty mouth up. y’know how much trouble we’d get in. if they saw me fuckin a pretty little girl like you.”. you clenched around him at the thought of it. getting caught face down ass up with your professor who’s slightly older than your father.
his hips smacked against yours faster now, bruising your walls so bad you don’t know if you’ll be able to walk out of the room. you feel yourself slipping away into ecstasy, barely able to keep your head up. you know price is getting close by the way he’s growling so deeply into your ear. his thrusts become animalistic as he urges you to reach your high with him. both of your cum getting mixed together as he sloppily grinds against you a few more times to ride out his orgasm.
you pant heavily as he pulls out. leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder before redressing himself. you do the same, pulling up your underwear and pants. your mind is racing, wondering what the hell just happened. his scent floods your senses as he helps you steady yourself back onto your feet.
but for some odd reason, you’re still incredibly worried about missing out on notes. hesitantly, you ask “do you think i could stay afterwards tomorrow too, sir? i really need those notes”. he smiles softly at the fact that you’re still academically driven even after your daydreams just came true.
“of course. you know where to find me, sweetheart.”
will you write again?
so glad to have you back <3
absolutely. working on 2 requested fics rn!! send in any requests your heart desires. thank you so much, the break was much needed but i couldn’t be happier.
hey how you doing hun?
i love u so much, thank you everyone who checked in on me. i’m doing better than i can even express 🥹
heeey i wanted to check in and see how u were doing. how are you??
i’m so so good!!!! thank you so much for checking in on me
Something that's living in my head: Cameron x reader where reader picks Cameron up from work and house is spying on them.
Btw love you fics luv❣️
i’m so sorry for the wait! here you go my dear ❤️
tags: nothin but fluff, gn! reader
it’s 7 o’clock pm. you’re sitting in an ‘employees only’ parking spot waiting for your girlfriend’s shift to end. the reservation you ordered for the surprise date was for 7:30. you anxiously tap the steering wheel, praying your dear, overworked girlfriend, isn’t too late. you grin as the doors open to the hospital and allison greets you with a warm smile. she makes her way to the passenger door and gets in the car, happy to be done with her shift. you sit and chat about her day, completely oblivious to the fact her slightly deranged coworker has gotten into his car as well. on a few occasions you’ve met dr. gregory house, he’s a funny guy to be around. a little weird; although, very intelligent. you two pulled out of the parking lot and began your trip to the restaurant. allison had been able to change out of her scrubs before she left, however you wouldn’t mind if she showed up in the most ridiculous thing ever. she was gorgeous.
absentmindedly listening to the sound of allison rant about the ups and downs of her day, you didn’t notice how the same black car follows you to your destination. however there are a lot of black car and you have bigger things to worry about. you pull into the restaurant and find a parking spot close to the entrance. allison has already walked far more than needed today. you hold her hand delicately as you enter the restaurant and are guided to your seats.
“i really do appreciate you”. she stares at you from across the table. she still makes your heart race like the first day you met.
“you know i’ll do anything for you, allison.” she smiles at the affection and looks down to see what she’ll want for dinner tonight.
the two of you scan the menu, unaware of the eyes burning holes into your heads. house knew something was up when dr. cameron was overly happy almost all day. nobody could be so excited at 8 am. so naturally, he had to investigate. now he’s here. at a nice restaurant, sitting in a booth alone ominously sipping on an extra dry martini. each time the waiter asks if he’s ready to start on anything he shoos him away, intently watching the situation.
before asking if your ready, your waiter approaches your table. he looks a little nervous.
“i’m so sorry for interrupting, but the man sitting in that booth over there had been watching the two of you all night.” he motions his head to house’s secluded booth.
allison scoffs and puts her hand up, “we’re fine, thank you.”. she gets up and you quickly follow, making your way to the booth. she slaps her hands down on his table.
“what the hell are you doing here.”
house looks around sheepishly, “eating? what else would i do at a restaurant?”.
“oh i don’t know, maybe stalking me?” she sighs in disbelief. house looks just as shocked, staring at her, wide mouthed. he throws his hands up in defeat. “maybe i was following you guys. BUT, only because you were way too happy to be at your job. i knew something was wrong.”.
“oh my god! nothing is wrong, no wonder you get a bad rep. you follow your colleagues.”. house rolls his eyes at her statement, looking you up and down. the three of you wait in silence until house breaks the ice.
“if i pay for your dinner will you leave me alone?”. the two of you look at each other and somehow telepathically agree on the offer. allison nods, and slowly backs away with you right behind her. you two sit back down at your original table and finally relax for a moment.
“free dinner is free dinner, right?”
Hi! So how would 141+ Alejandro & könig react to there fem y/n who has there love language be acts of service and giftgiving, and it’s kind of a people pleaser? Like to the point to where they will neglect their own needs to make sure that they are taken care of first?
no need to call me out pal… but i love this idea sm.
tags: just fluff + angst if you squint
simon ‘ghost’ riley. he’s never been in a relationship where he’s the one being spoiled. he’s barely spoiled anyone himself. when you buy him small things like a german shepherd keychain or a skull hat, it means everything to him. when he comes back from deployment and the house is clean and bath water is being ran for him. he’s never felt more appreciated. he also notices that you strictly take care of him only. not yourself. he steps in. you come home from work to see that dinner is already made and the laundry is nicely folded on your dresser. you pull him into a tight hug and place a chaste kiss on his lips. muttering small ‘thank you’s’ over and over.
johnny ‘soap’ mavtavish. he lives for the gifts you get him. even if it’s something as small as a new pair of socks. he will cherish it until they disappear. he adores how sweet you are and how you always show him nothing but love. you make him feel like the luckiest man on earth even on his worst days. however he hates when you get caught up in only making him happy. what he’ll do is pamper you in your favorite things and whisper sweet praises in your ear to remind you how loved you truly are.
john price. thinks it’s cute how you’ll do anything to please him. he’ll sing praises in your ears in passing and lend a gentle touch as reassurance. he’s old fashioned so although he loves what you do for him, he feels like he should do a lot of the work in the relationship. he will never let you get the chance to not prioritize yourself. he will remind you in any way possible. verbally, over text, a sticky note on the fridge. anything.
kyle ‘gaz’ garrick. sweetest man ever. every time you present something you bought him, he will go insane over it. peppers you in kisses and explains how it’s the best gift he’s ever received. he never fails to make you feel special, all in return for how special you make him feel. even when you’re feeling drained from giving your all, he reminds you that everything you do is appreciated.
alejandro vargas. loves when you offer to do simple house keeping chores. especially after a long deployment or just a bad day, it helps him relax so much when you go out of your way to make his environment comfortable. he won’t let you do too much work because he knows you sometimes get ahead of yourself and overwork yourself. so he’ll usher you to come cuddle up on the couch with him.
könig. the both of you are givers. he will come home with your favorite food just because. in return, you’ll give him a massage to loosen him up a bit. however sometimes the two of you become drained at the same time, and it results in a lot of big emotions. when that happens he’ll have the two of you sit together in eachother arms and just talk about everything and nothing.
heyy
im in luv with your blog. such a slayland💅🎀💗💖
briefly i just wanted to request headcanon for simon ghost riley with s/o who wanna go to victoria's secret with him and when they got home, she gives him show in cute underwears that she got.
love youu
STAWPP ur so right
he would def play build-a-bear with you. and then make you try everything on as soon as you get home. si would def admire you for a minute or two, just watched how perfectly your body sits the red lace set he got. he’d take you by the hips and sit you on his lap. he’d be a tease and slowlyyyy undress you, complimenting you endlessly.
i seen someone do this with Keegan but could you pretty please write sleepy morning sex with könig 🙏🙏🙏
i can do that absolutely
tags: smut, fluffy aftercare, this is so short guys i’m sorry
you wake up to the familiar feeling of könig’s heavy, calloused hands kneading circles in your hips. you roll over and give your boyfriend a messy ‘good morning’ kiss, but instead of leaving it there, he keeps going. arms sleepily grabbing your ass and giving it soft taps. he instructs you to turn back around so the two of you are in a spooning position. he pulls your underwear to the side and pulls down his own, letting his hard, leaky dick spring onto his stomach.
“been like this all morning, maus”. he lets his lips linger by your ear as he slowly works his dick into your drooling hole. his thrusts are far more gentle than they typically are, creating an extremely comfortable and intimate moment. könig makes a trail of pinkish hickies down the side of your neck, pressing the flat of his tongue down on your pulse point. you selfishly grind your hips down into könig’s in desperate search for more. he doesn’t scold you this time, instead allowing you to make yourself feel good on his cock.
“m close kö, so sensitive in the mornings”. he grabs your hand and presses light kisses on your knuckles as you reach your high, riding it out at your own pace. he follows soon after you, finishing inside where he stays for awhile.
when he pulls out you whine at the loss of contact. könig hushes you by moving you to face him again, murmuring praises and leaving wet kisses all over your face. he wraps an arm around your lower back and you cuddle into his intoxicated scent, letting the relaxation consume you and falling back asleep.
mike schmidt fanfic reqs OPEN. OPEN AS FUCK!!!!
MIKE SMUT!!!! literally anything just smut
ur so real for this
mike def is loud like i feel like that’s established. when you two have the home to yourselves it’s like he’s been holding in all his sounds. his movements are slow and deep, making sure to hit all those spots in your drooling hole. if you’re in doggy style he’ll lean into your back n whine sweet things into your ear. he’ll cum inside you, begging and whimpering. for what? he doesn’t know. he just knows you feel so fucking good around him and he needs you.
I crawled out of a coma for this
You know thats future man clip of Josh hutcherson jerking off? Imagine that with Mike and reader walks in ANNNDDD he’s all subby maybe even gets edged 😋😋
jae i love u so much i missed you
tags: fuck this is driving me crazy, absolutely pure filth. there is nothing sfw about this. afab!reader. dacryphilia maybe + the tiniest blood
mike had the house to himself. his whines and empty pleas rang throughout the home. he wasn’t usually this needy, but god he hadn’t seen you in so long and his cock was just so achy and leaky in his jeans. he couldn’t take it. he tried to at least go slowly. pumping his cock at a reasonable pace, swiping his thumb over his slit at the tip of his cock for an extra wave of pleasure. he tried so hard to be patient, imaging your voice telling him to not be so needy. but he couldn’t help himself and began wildly grinding his hips into his hand, imagining it was you.
what the brunette failed to realize is that you had walked into his home a few minutes ago. you heard his cries and whines, each of them going straight to your core. after another agonizing minute you decided to make your presence be known. you walk up to his door and slowly open it to realize the heavenly sight.
“mike?”. your eyes hold a false innocence, knowing full well you had savored his pleas up until this moment. his teary eyes batted up at you. his eyelashes barely hiding his doe eyes. mikes chest was heaving and his head was leaned up against the wall. his thick cock was drooling beads of pre coating his hand and length. his tip was bright pink, begging for attention.
“i need you so, so bad.” those six words were all you needed. your lips make quick contact with his, the kiss was sloppy. he lips swollen from his teeth digging into them combined with his never ending whines. your tongue smoothly found his way into his mouth, he didn’t even begin to try and fight for dominance. he was putty under your touch right now. before pulling away your tongue glided over his bottom lip, tasting the metallic remnants of blood from his biting. he whined. you held the palm of your hand out and mike immediately knew what to do. he spat in your hand and guided your wrist to his neglected cock.
you started of slow knowing that he was sensitive and not wanting to overstimulate him, yet. you began to quicken your pace after noticing mike had become accustomed to your slower one. his big round eyes batted up at you once more, this time tears spilt from them. he watched you stroke him with his mouth slightly open, eyes never leaving you. you opened your mouth to let some drool fall onto his already drenched cock. this sent him over the edge. he held your hand in place and began fucking up into your hand. you let him, knowing you weren’t gonna let him get away with it so easily. his cries got louder and he pulled you towards him, lips animalisticly taking your own. you knew he was close. so just when you believed he was gonna cum, you snatch your hand away. he lips left yours, only leaving a string so saliva connecting you two.
“baby please.” tears began to fall again. “you can’t do this to me, not right now. needa cum so bad, please.”. his eyes were pleading you.
“m’ sorry baby, you gotta beg. you know better than to fuck yourself using me without asking first.” your hand cupped his face, wiping away his tears. you know how pent up he was, the way is cock was leaking so badly, and the way you could see it throbbing against his happy trail.
“pleasepleaseplease let me cum. i won’t do it again- ngh, promise baby. just please- let me feel you.” he sniffled back his tears while begging for release. you couldn’t deny him any longer.
“you’re so good for me, my sweet boy”.
your hand make it’s way back onto his length, resuming the pace you originally set. mike reached his high quickly, reducing him to a whiny mess while you helped him ride out his orgasm. huge white spurts of cum painted his tummy and your hand. you let his breathing come back to normal before peeling your hand off his softening cock. mike picked up a towel from the floor and wiped both you and himself off before leading you to his bed. you immediately felt comfortable in the familiar bed. he found his way into your arms, one of the only ways he can fall asleep.
“i love you so much”, he sleepily mumbles into your neck. you give his temple a loving kiss.
“i love you too, mike. you know i’ll always take care of you.”
141 with a hyperfeminine s/o who's just extremely into girly stuff and pink?
is this targeted towards me.. jk i love this
tags: pure fluff, just so cutesy wutesy.
john price. he thinks it’s so adorable. it’s one of the things that first drew him towards you. the way your face lights up after showing him your sparkly hot pink nails, or the way you freak out when he surprises you with a pretty pink handbag you’d been eyeing for ages. he especially loves when you wear those cute lacy bows in your hair, it makes his heart soft to know that your his girl.
simon ‘ghost’ riley. simon secretly loves it. he’ll make teasing comments claiming your ‘acting like a little girl’, but then go on to buy you the biggest stuffed pink rabbit he could find. he also loves how, especially in public, your aesthetics are completely opposites of each other. his full black attire contrasts beautifully with your pink accessories. simon would never admit it but he loves when you toy with his hair, trying out different hairstyles and clipping pretty clips in his hair.
kyle ‘gaz’ garrick. he’s probably the most “casual” about it. kyles just happy you’re happy. you could wear the funkiest thing and he’d still be head over heels for you. it makes him smile to see little pieces of you in his room when you’re not there. the pink hairbrush sitting neatly on his bathroom counter, or maybe a silk set of sleep jammie’s folded in his drawer. it’s the little things, but that’s what he loves.
johnny ‘soap’ mactavish. he is ECSTATIC. your hyperfemininity makes him swoon. he loves when you do your makeup all pretty and put on sleek pair of heels for date night. he loves watched you stick your tongue out the tiniest bit when trying to straighten that one piece of hair that just won’t stay put. johnny spoils you endlessly. you’ll walk into your shared bedroom to see a beautiful pink lingerie set. not even sexually manner, he just loves you. the lace matching perfectly with your skin, and he knows you love it too.
hello!! a while ago i sent an ask but im not sure if u got it, if u did im so sorry i dont mean to bother you.
could you write some fluffy aftercare w james wilson?
hi!! i did see it right before i took a break, im so so sorry. you’re not bothering me at all, dear. i’m more than happy to give it to you now :)
tags: tiny mention of smut beforehand, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF.
james slumped down right beside you. the two of you were covered in a thin layer of sweat because of your previous actions. james pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, and now you were suffering the consequences. tired and as sensitive as ever, you closed your eyes as you felt sleep wash upon you.
“m’ sorry, dear. need to get you in the bath first before you go to sleep”. he quietly shushed your groans of disapproval before scooping you up bridal style making your way to the bathroom. james gently sat you down, the cold bathtub making you whine. he quickly caught on and began to run the hot water. your muscles instantly reacted by slowly relaxing, allowing yourself to fall a little deeper into the tub.
“atta girl, you just relax that pretty head of yours. i’m gonna take care of you.” he sat on a stool slgightly above you and began to pour shampoo into the palm of his hand, fingers quickly going to work. his touch was so, so gentle against your scalp. he massaged the soap into your wet hair before taking a glass of warm water and rinsing it out. you let out a sigh of relief when he added the conditioner to your hair next, washing your body while he waited for it to set. the soft wash rag in his hand glided across your soft skin. he tenderly lathered up your chest and neck before motioning you forward to do your back as well. he lightly massaged your back and then began to wash the rest of your achy body. by the time he was done, james took another scoop of warm water and slowly washed it over your scalp. removing any conditioner left over.
james noticed you trying your hardest to stay awake. he drained the bath and carefully helped you out of the bath to wrap you up in a nice and warm towel. he gave a sweet kiss to your damp temple before leading you out of the bathroom. once in the bedroom, james helped you dry off and slowly get into bed. somewhere between the time you were in the bath to the present he had changed the sheets so you wouldn’t have to sleep the dirty bed. he always wanted the best for his love. once under the covers, he quickly followed your actions and got under himself. james knew exactly how you wanted to fall asleep. in his arms. he held out his arms sleepily, and you following his silent command and cuddled into his chest. you kissed the side of his jaw, wanting to show your thanks for his care. he understood and tightened his grip around you.
“i love you so much”
“i love you too”.
he felt himself drifting away from his mind and falling asleep peacefully knowing he was holding the love of his life.
promise im alive my dears, school is soooooo much LOL! in the mean time, please req soccer players. like jude bellingham, joão felix, etcccc u get the deal. anyways yall i love u and i’ll have some writings out by tonight ;)