#💌 . ࣪ love letters ݁!⠀͡꒱

[litttlestars]

i think names are such a delicate thing and we dont say each other's names enough bc why else does it strike such a chord in me when ppl say my name as if i actually exist

[mattslolita]

꒰ dealer!chris sturniolo ꒱ ⟡ headcanons !

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꒰ SFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have met bambi at some house party — you was a friend of matt's, so he was only somewhat aware of your existence; real sweet and innocent, you don't know the first thing about any drugs. you're in the bathroom trying to escape the noisy atmosphere around yourself, when chris stumbles in on you, a joint hanging lazily at the edge of his lips.

"woah, can you knock next time?!"

"m'sorry didn't know anyone was in here...hey what you doin' in here, anyway? s'your friends at?"

"matt's downstairs talking to some girl, i don't know-"

"matt? you know my brother? wait, aht, i got it, know who you are, now...y'eyes, got like a uh, bambi thing goin' on, y'know? gonna call you bambi, yeah?"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ never let bambi touch any drugs — he's dead set on making sure you prolong the innocence about you in that aspect.

"not even one hit? c'mon chris-"

"y'know the rules bambi, s'don't even try it. y'not takin' no hits of shit."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ chris keeps pink rolling papers, because bambi likes the color and it reminds him of your pink ribbons you wear in your ponytails.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have a specific playlist for when he takes bambi on deals with him — he's got dominic fike and marina playing throughout the car as you hum contently.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have a glove compartment full of lollies and other sweets for when you're on deals with him. the sight of bambi's lips carelessly wrapped around a cherry lolly has his mind whirling.

"got any suckers for me today?"

"y'know where to find em', doll."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ spoil bambi all the time — he's buying you clothes, perfumes, and any little thing that reminds him of you.

"this top is cute, but i don't-"

"yeah, put it in the basket."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ not have a label on your relationship — bambi's a little naive and thinks might call you his, but he's not trying to label what you have going on any time soon.

"yo, isn't she your girlfriend? she's always with you."

"girlfriend? s'not my girlfriend, nah...she's my girl though, y'get me? not datin' or no shit, jus' my girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ always have bambi sat on his lap at parties — his hand drums in the innermost flesh of your thigh as he massages you, whilst the other hand diligently distributes to the awaiting palms of people.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ mad dog the fuck out of anyone who looks at bambi the wrong way — especially when you takes you on deals, he's seething with anger when a customer gets particularly too close to you.

"nice to see you, sweetheart, hopin' i'll see you more-"

"get the fuck away from her man, or i'm knockin' ya ass out where you stand."

"chris, seriously?"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ send bambi random fit checks + snaps to keep you updated when you aren't with each other. likewise, he makes you send the same back so he can keep track of where you are when he's not with you.

"new shirt, you like it?"

"it looks so good on you, baby!" ( he'd never admit baby drives him wild. )

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be affectionate to bambi in the most random ways — he's either got his arm slung around her, massaging her shoulder or he's got your legs resting atop of his own, massaging those whilst you scroll on your phone.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ always be kissing on bambi — forehead, cheek, arms, legs, anywhere he sees fit, really.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ make bambi wear his clothes when you stay the night at his place — he'll never admit that he loves the idea of having you in them, yet he can't resist the urge to smile when you're giggling sweetly about wearing them.

"i love this jersey! can i keep it baby, please?"

"y'know what, go head' sweetheart. looks good on you..."

꒰ NSFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be extremely possessive in bed, especially if you're batting your eyelashes a little too much at a customer.

"he could never fuck you like this doll, could he?"

"f-fuck, no chris..."

"who's fuckin' pussy is this, huh? tell me who you fuckin' belong to."

"y-you, yours, fuck!"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ love love love to give bambi backshots — you're at a party and he's horny? he's taking you upstairs to the bathroom, bending you over the sink.

"such a good fuckin' girl, takin' my cock like this..."

"look at yourself in the mirror while i fuck you, sweet girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ finger bambi in the passenger seat if you're getting too whiny and can't wait.

"please chris, need to feel you inside me..."

"so fuckin' impatient bambi, jus' can't wait? s'all you get, my fingers...make a mess on em' c'mon angel..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ definitely have a breeding kink — though, he knows damn well the idea of bambi getting pregnant scares him, so he keeps you with birth control.

"fuck, such a tight pussy...gon' make you a mama, yeah? wan' have my babies don't you, ma?"

"gonna look so pretty carryin' our fuckin' kids, fuck..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ love high sex with you — he's lazily thrusting up into you while you ride him, head thrown back in pure ecstasy, or

"ridin' me so well ma, look so pretty on top of me like this..."

✦ his lidded eyes watch in anticipation as you're down below on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes while you suck him off.

"gah, shit mama, makin' me feel so good...keep fuckin' goin' thas my good girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ would love doggy — when you wear those short shorts around him, all he can think about is having your ass up in the air while he's pounding into you like there's no tomorrow.

✦ love missionary, too — it's a more intimate position, but he can't help wanting to see your fucked out expression while he's deep inside you, watching your ever changing expression while you feel him deep inside of you.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be a little bad at aftercare at first, but he's slowly getting the hang of it the more time he spends with you — he's cleaning you up and massaging you after you guys finish, and ordering food for the both of you whilst he smokes a joint for himself.

( lilly's corner 💌 )

dealer!chris are my roots guys, i'm gonna start writing for him again. dealer!chris & bambi!reader are my literal babies & i hope you guys enjoy them! 💌

@muwapsturniolo @thenickgirl @guccifrog @fawnchives @cottoncandyswisherz

[arabaka]

What do you think about Laois and a breeding kink?

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⟶ nsfw. laios touden x afab! reader.

"mmmph," laios grunts, sucking hard on your tit, "so good..." your breasts are firmer; you're going to get your period soon.

you watch as his thick digits grope and massage your breast, your ears tickled by the profane smacking of his lips. he drinks from you like a man who's been without water, his eyelids heavy with rapture as he imagines you pregnant. hypnotized by the idea, he starts working his hips up to a slow, measured pace.

"ohhh..." the word leaves your lips on a shuddered exhale, your body tipping forward as laios firmly grabs your ass, stretching you out with his nails digging in ever so slightly into your flesh.

"i'm not pulling out." he's serious, voice low and raspy, guiding you up and down his cock with purpose. "can i?" he still asks, a subtle reminder that he'll stop if you tell him to.

you nod furiously, your legs still wrapped around his sides. "yes... and i don't want you stopping until i'm all filled up."

"i can do that." laios starts thrusting harder. "i'm going to get you pregnant."

[mysicklove]

Does baby bro yuji get jealous over sukuna and readers affection towards each other (kissing, hugging, etc.), or is he generally unbothered?

Love this series btw <3

he doesn’t mind it…to an extent. he likes seeing you guys affectionate with another, but also after like 2 minutes of it, he is 100% trying to include himself too. gets super whiny when sukuna tries to leave him out and will paw at you until he gets praised and coddled too.

he sees you two cuddling on the couch? he is running to insert himself right in between you two. kissing one another in greeting or goodbye? he is closing his eyes and tilting his face until you press a kiss to his cheek. he sees you combing through sukunas hair? he is grabbing your other hand and placing it on his head to pet him too

there are a couple of exceptions to that tho. one is when is when sukuna locks the door on the two of you. yuuji will knock and cry at your door until you let him, not liking the idea of missing being cuddled (even if that’s NOT what you are doing). the second is when he is laying with you and sukuna kicks him out of his spot. gets the boy so worked up (+ surprisingly angry) because he was so comfortable, and he nearly has a temper tantrum until Sukuna places him back in your lap, pinches his cheek, and tells him to calm down.

the both of them are incredibly physically affectionate, so there r always going to be moments when the two of them fight for attention lololol. but yuuji is usually reasonable for a toddler, sukuna is not.

[fuckmymunson]

eddie who has a reputation to uphold, the weird and scary freak who wears chains and big metal rings and always goes on tangents about his hatred for the popular kids, not a sliver of fear or weakness in his eyes. eddie who at the same time never leaves his house without the light yellow scrunchy with daisies on it that you gave him, always on his wrist or wrapped in his hair.

eddie who’s sweet n soft on you in a way he never is with anyone else 🥹

💌 a/n: Oh god, this, this, this, this. Please, I don’t ask for much. I’m so happy to get back to writing! Hope you like it!

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“I lost it” His voice sounded almost defeated, and quite inopportune.

“Eddie!” You jolted in your place, closing the light green locker door. Behind it, there he was, the big, scary, mean freak of Hawkins High. Covered from head to toe in chains, leather, ripped jeans, black, black, all black. With dark, unruly hair and a chunky rings.

But also, with puppy eyes, and a quivering lip.

“You scared the shit out of me, Eds” The frown on your pretty face made his heart jump inside his chest. You were an angel, a sight for sore eyes.

“I lost it” He repeated.

“You lost what?”

“I’m sorry” Eddie looked down, apparently now his Reeboks were the most interesting thing.

“Care to explain what is missing and why are you apologizing?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you waited, for almost three minutes.

“I lost the scrunchy you gave me” He finally admitted, like a criminal at trial.

Eddie heard you sigh, to his ears, was a sigh of disappointment. In reality, it was a sigh of relief. Only Edward Munson knew how to make a simple thing as a scrunchy into a faithful message.

“That’s it? Eddie, it’s just a hair tie” You shook your head, still not comprehending the dimensions of his problem.

“It’s not just a hair tie!” He exclaimed, now almost offended, of course only he could switch mood that easily. A few curious students looked at your way, still wondering how did an adorable piece of cotton and sunshine like you, was dating the metalhead, three-times senior freak of not only high school, but of the whole town.

“Yes it is, love. I can just give you another one, don’t worry— Look, I can give you the one I’m wearing…”

“I don’t want that one” He said, his words sounding almost like a tantrum. “I want the one you gave me on our first date, the yellow one with little sunflowers”

“Daisies, Eddie” You corrected him with a smile. Only Eddie was able to remember such a tiny detail and forget a crucial detail.

Only Eddie was able to make you feel loved, cherished and appreciated. He was so different from every other person you have dated before. He snatched your heart from the very first day and it’s been a daily occurrence for almost a year. The scary, weird freak, the person considered a devil worshipper, the mean senior who had the admirable (or idiotic) courage to stand out against others who felt like they had the right to humiliate and ridicule those who weren’t like them. Your Eddie, the one who broke a jock’s nose one time for slapping your ass walking through the halls. Your Eddie, who waited patiently until every extracurricular activities you were into were over, so he could drive you home and hold your thigh and listen to you throughout the whole ride. Your Eddie, who loved Saturday night because it meant movie night, cuddles and kisses. The mean freak who let you braid his hair, paint his nails, sew his old t-shirts.

The Eddie Munson who was scared of spiders but wasn’t scared of a hundred people crowd. The boy who initiated a food fight at the cafeteria and had to go to the nurses office because an orange hit his eye and he realized he was allergic to them. The man who every Friday made fairy tales, knight stories and evil monsters come true and walk this very earth with just his voice and his imagination at his D&D club. Your Eddie, who on your first date, dropped a chocolate milkshake on top of your white dress, forgot to fill his fuel tank, and had to push his van all the way to the nearest gas station.

That’s how the bright scrunchy ended up in his hair, in a makeshift ponytail that you made by running your delicate fingers through his tangled hair.

That was your Eddie.

Your Eddie. Yours. Yours.

“Fine, let’s go find it” You said, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles. “Tell me what you did today…”

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[cookiekissers]

hmm.. HHow about Shadow Milk Cookie NSFW requests with a top male reader? Yes bottom Shadow milk-

🔥🔞 [Shadow Milk Cookie x Male Reader NSFT]

Shadow Milk Cookie had seen you around the Laboratorium working as a researcher. Such a diligent little worker, running back and forth with stacks of papers in your arms, busy creating a suitable vessel for him to inhabit!

He loved to make you laugh, you were always such a diligent little audience member for his performances. He liked having your attention, even if you were supposed to be working. Teasing you was even more fun!

Shadow Milk Cookie adored all the ways he could make you squirm, and there was nothing you could do about it. He was a Beast! What could you hope to do against him? And you were at work as well, so you couldn't do anything to retaliate to his blatant flirting either. Seeing your face flush, and you fidget and writhe as he had you pinned against the wall, rubbing his hand over your crotch and watching you grew more and more aroused was all the entertainment he needed in a day. And of course, he would never go far enough to let you finish.

"No, no, silly, Y/N Cookie! You're at work, you can't do that sort of thing here~" Shadow Milk taunted. You panted hard and your body was shaking, begging for Shadow Milk Cookie to give you the release you desperately desired. But quickly after he denied you your orgasm, he would disappear with a laugh, leaving you trembling and frustrated. Shadow Milk couldn't help himself. It was just far too satisfying to keep from doing!

Besides, he knew you liked it. You craved it.

The initial trigger for what became these secret naughty sessions was that you had obviously become captivated by him. Shadow Milk Cookie would often catch you staring at him from your research desk while waiting for his promised vessel to be made. You would look away bashfully once your eyes met. Shadow Milk Cookie could see the desire in your eyes, and he jumped at the opportunity to have a new toy to play with.

Now, all he had to do was give you a look, and you would quickly excuse yourself from your work and find a quiet, closed off area where you would wait for him to do whatever he wanted with you. Shadow Milk Cookie had done this many times with you now. And each time he would deny you what you wanted. Because it wasn't fun if you weren't trembling and begging for him!

Today, as the work day was winding down to a close and your coworkers were leaving after a long day of dough mixing and experimentation, Shadow Milk Cookie was doing his usual routine. Putting on his little shows and teasing you from afar.

The room was now empty and your heart thumped in your chest as you bid you last coworker good night. You made an excuse to stay behind late today. You could see Shadow Milk Cookie grinning at you from the corner of your eye, and in an instant as soon as the door closed behind your coworker, he was behind you. Teasing you yet again by grinding his crotch against your ass.

"Oh, Y/N Cookie~ You're staying late, hmm?" He whispered seductively, you blushed profusely as you quickly became aroused at the little contact from the jester. Because of Shadow Milk Cookie's constant refusal of your desires and edging, you had essentially become his trained pet. You had been conditioned to crave any bit of physical affection that he gave you, and had lost control of your urges. Now he was able to manipulate you when he pleased. Shadow Milk Cookie was a masterful puppeteer. But this time, it was going to be different. You were going to get what you wanted. You were going to get payback.

You held back a moan and nodded your head quickly in response.

"I don't suppose you can spare a little time to play with me, hm? Right, my little pet~?" Shadow Milk Cookie purred sweetly, pressing you harder against your desk. You gasped slightly, feeling Shadow Milk's hard erection against you.

For a brief moment, you felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe this time Shadow Milk Cookie was serious, and you would finally have sex and get everything you wanted. But you snuffed out the thought quickly, knowing better than to get your hopes up.

"Y-Yes... I'm yours." You whispered shakily. The words left your mouth before you could even think about them. Shadow Milk Cookie laughed.

"That's a good boy~" He praised. Like a drug, those words of praise sent shivers through your dough, only arousing you further. You closed your eyes in delight as Shadow Milk Cookie continued to grind against you. You tried not to whimper loudly as his hand travelled down into your pants to where you desperately needed him, but failed miserably. Shadow Milk Cookie began to tease you through your underwear. But you couldn't take it any longer.

You whipped around and grabbed Shadow Milk Cookie by the shoulders and switched places with him, slamming him onto your desktop, knocking your computer and everything on the desk to the floor. Shadow Milk Cookie's eyes widened as he looked up at you in surprise, where you were tearing a hole in his leotard. A lustful smile spread across his face as he gazed at you unzipping your pants.

"Oh~ Y/N Cookie. Now this is a surprise." Shadow Milk Cookie cooed. You gripped him tighter and pulled him closer to you by the hips, your breath ragged and hungry. Your hips bucked eagerly against him as you struggled to get your length inside him through your lustful hazy.

"You want me this badly, hm? Come to daddy then, Y/N Cookie!" He teased. His cock twitched with his excitement. You lined hastily up with Shadow Milk Cookie's entrance, and pushed inside him roughly. He gasped as you began thrusting into him fast and hard, like a starved animal. Shadow Milk Cookie wrapped his arms and legs around you tightly, and moaned deeply as you hit him right where he wanted. Oh, he hadn't felt this good in such a long time. It was going to drive him nuts.

"Ahhh!! Mmmm! That's right, Y/N Cookie!" Shadow Milk Cookie cried out in pleasure. "You want me, don't you? You've always wanted me! Mm! Just like that!" He shouted. Shadow Milk Cookie's voice encouraging you drove you crazy and the room filled with the lewd slapping of your hot, wet, and desperate movements. Your cries mingled together in a mix of lust and ecstasy. Shadow Milk Cookie clutched at you tightly as your hips rocked violently against him. He gritted his teeth, holding you so tight and trying to buck his hips to match your rhythm.

For a moment, you had the lingering thought of pulling out and denying Shadow Milk Cookie release like he had done to you so many times. But your mind was filled with nothing but pleasure, and even if you wanted to, you didn't think you could stop. You were so close and Shadow Milk Cookie felt so good. You didn't want to stop, you wanted more, wanted to prolong this bliss for as long as you possibly could. But before you could even think about holding back, your hips shuddered, and with one final surge, you came undone. You thrust inside Shadow Milk Cookie, burying your length in him up to the hilt, cumming hard and filling him with your warm cream.

After a couple of seconds, you were completely spent. You panted hard and collapsed against Shadow Milk Cookie's shoulder for support, your cock still throbbing inside the slender jester.

Shadow Milk Cookie caught his breath as he came down from the high, his usual smug attitude long gone. His legs still shaking from the aftershocks of his powerful orgasm. Shadow Milk Cookie's stomach and chest were covered in his own cum.

"Haha... My little Y/N Cookie. My handsome little pet..." He breathed. Pulling you closer to him, you curled up into his warmth. Shadow Milk Cookie ran a hand through your hair gently. You turned your head to look at him, your cheeks flushed pink. The both of you still hot and covered in sugar sweat.

"I'll have to reward you for this lovely service," Shadow Milk Cookie purred, smiling slyly up at you. He kissed you gently, and you leaned into it, already hungry for more. You couldn't stop your hips from beginning to grind into Shadow Milk needily.

"And I think we should also talk about our arrangement. What shall it be, Y/N Cookie~?" Shadow Milk Cookie asked with a grin. You bit your lip slightly.

"Anything you want, Master." You murmured. Shadow Milk Cookie smirked at your answer. He loved making you beg for anything you desired.

[candyheartedchy]

Skedaddle

Ya think Frankie or bugs would do this? Because I'm just imagining both of them getting themselves tangled from doin this for too long

Skedaddles away

Bugs would definitely do this at first until others start to comment on it.

[drunk-on-dk]

About Cheol / Jeonghan! If it’s okay to send nsfw thoughts, I’ve just been thinking really hard about being a major brat to Cheol, teasing him and talking back, and him finally breaking and being like “You better watch it or I’ll fuck the attitude out of you” and it has me so 🥴 like please yes 🥺

hello lovely anon! YESSSSS pls I am always open to nsfw thoughts, and I LOVE this thought so much. I had so much fun writing this drabble, I really hope you enjoy this!!

Tags/genre: Smut (minors do not interact, 18+ ONLY), pure filth!, angsty? (not really, but he likes to rile you up and vice versa), established relationship, female!reader (girlfriend used as a term, she/her pronouns) c/w: dom!Seungcheol, switch!reader, reader is brat ofc, Seungcheol is a bit possessive and rough, a hint of dumbification, thigh fucking, unprotected sex (stay safe besties!), pet names (fem receiving): baby, good girl

“It’s embarrassing, Seungcheol,” you groan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you march ahead of your boyfriend into the apartment. Regardless of his close proximity, you attempt to slam the door behind you, admittedly a bit out of character for you, but you were fed up with his behavior tonight.

Seungcheol isn’t fazed, his firm palm meets the cool wood of the door before you can shut him out, allowing him to slip in behind you. Biting his tongue, he observes as you pry your heels off, swallowing a groan when your dress rides a bit higher up your thighs. 

With a huff, you turn to face Seungcheol, discontented to find him standing cooly in your entry way, hands shoved in his pockets and looking smug as ever. The dark look in his eyes poses a challenge, and you know your own orbs reflect the same look. 

In fact, this whole night was a challenge for him. A challenge to see just how worked up he could get you until you broke. His sweet, little girlfriend who didn’t have an angry bone in her body. Except for when he gets you riled up, which he is finding isn’t that hard to do with a little teasing. 

“Humor me, baby,” Seungcheol chortles, a distinct dryness in comparison to his usual laugh that makes you feel even more enraged. However, there is a playful lilt to his voice. “What was so embarrassing?” 

“Don’t mock me,” you bite, rolling your eyes yet again and wandering to the kitchen, filling up a cup of water and chugging it in an attempt to cool down. Seungcheol follows closely behind, the amused smirk on his face only making your blood boil again. 

The island counter is the only thing that keeps the distance between you and Seungcheol. Both of your hands are splayed out on the marble, using the surface as a means to support yourself as you come face to face with the man that has riled you up all night. 

Your chest rises and falls with each heavy breath, analyzing your boyfriend as he mirrors you, his eyes leisurely examining your form until they land on the valley between your breasts. 

“How fucking horny are you that we had to leave early from party with all your friends?”

Seungcheol sucks in a breath, loving the way your crude words make his dick stir in the confines of his pants. Even though he’s getting exactly what he wished for, he can’t help but be slightly annoyed by how bratty you’ve been since you’ve left the party. Not after you teased him all night with your fleeting touches and flirty eyes. 

“How fucking horny are you that you kept eye fucking me in front of my friends?” He bites back, and you let out a faux scandalized gasp. Still, you don’t break eye contact with him as you carefully think of your next words.  “Isn’t that what you like though, Cheollie?” You coo unsympathetically at your characteristically possessive boyfriend. Your tone sends an annoyed shiver through Seungcheol’s spine, but it goes straight to his dick. “So fucking needy, I can’t even spend five minutes talking with Wonwoo. Can’t even laugh at Jeonghan’s jokes without your hand wandering down to my ass.”

Seungcheol has been eerily smug since you got home, but this makes him growl, ears turning red as he threatens, “you better watch your mouth, baby, or I’ll fuck the attitude right out of you.” 

“Know what’s embarrassing?” You challenge, seeing just how far you can push him until he gives you exactly what you want. Two can play at this game, and you’ve seen through his antics all night. “How you always have to make a scene to let everyone know you’re the one who gets to fuck me. Don’t worry, I plan on making sure you fuck me. Don’t act like I won’t get exactly what I want. ” 

In record speed, Seungcheol is rounding the corner of the island, rough hands on your lower back as he bends you over the counter. One hand circles the base of your neck, keeping your cheek pressed against the countertop as Seungcheol presses the bulge in his pants directly between the backs of your thighs. 

“Such a brat,” Seungcheol seethes, hot breath against your neck as he leans over you, listening for your little whimpers at his sudden display of strength. “What makes you think I’ll fuck you now?” 

“As if you could resist,” you mutter, voice strained when Seungcheol’s hand massages the plush of your ass and his hips rut into yours. You do your best to roll your hips back towards his for some relief, but the force of his body keeps you against the counter. 

“Seems like I have more self control than you do,” he quips, hand releasing the back of your neck when you attempt to grab onto him from behind, only for him to catch your hands and bring them back to the countertop. “If you keep your hands on this counter like a good girl, I’ll think about fucking you.”

You whine, abiding to this one command because you do want to be fucked tonight. Your clammy hands stay glued to the marble, the cold surface stinging your sensitive skin and heating beneath you. 

“Good girl,” Seungcheol hums and you bite your bottom lip in an attempt to keep your mouth shut. His hands begin to work at your dress, lifting the bottom hem until it gathers at your waist, exposing your entire ass to your boyfriend, your panty-clad cunt on display for Seungcheol’s viewing pleasure only. 

It’s incriminating how slick your thighs are near your core, panties dampened, the AC in your apartment making you shudder as you’re exposed, and it pulls an incredulous laugh from his chest. He coos, “you’re soaked, your panties are absolutely ruined.”

His fingers skim over your folds, the ghost of his fingertips leaving a warm streak on your panties and you muffle a moan. 

“Don’t be so quiet, baby,” Seungcheol demands, pointer and middle fingers pressing firmly against your clit, evoking a lewd moan from the delicious pressure. “Good. Fucking. Girl.” Seungcheol’s fingers circle your throbbing nub harder with each word, content with your noises and rewarding you with more pressure. 

It’s embarrassing when your thighs begin to shake, the altercation tonight with Seungcheol was enough to turn you on, but now that you have his hands right where you need him, you orgasm unexpectedly fast as he continues to stimulate your clit. Your walls clamp around nothing as the explosion of pleasure wracks your body, gushing into your panties and a high-pitched moan escapes you. 

“Holy shit,” Seungcheol’s laugh is patronizing, knowing exactly what just happened, but he continues to press against your clit, the circles sending aftershock waves of pleasure through you. “You’ve got to be kidding me, baby.” 

Your knuckles and fingertips are practically white from trying to grip the flat counter, and you finally lose control of your hands, darting back to grab at Seungcheol’s wrist, trying to keep him from overstimulating you. 

This was obviously not the right move on your end, earning another strike from Seungcheol as he grabs your wrists, this time keeping them pinned to the counter.

“What did I fucking say?” Seungcheol scolds, his voice venomous as he moves both wrists to one hand, pressing you uncomfortably against the counter and your hips dig into the corner, but the pain oddly brings pleasure. You can hear his other hand begin to work at his belt, eliciting a cry from you in anticipation, but you know it won’t be good for you, not when you’ve disobeyed him yet again. 

“My hands,” you whimper, pussy throbbing in need when you feel Seungcheol’s heavy cock against your thighs, his pre-cum leaving a warm, sticky spot on the back of your thighs. “I’ll keep them against the counter. I’m sorry, Cheollie.” 

You know sorry isn’t enough, not when the tip of his length is prodding between your legs, lubricated by the slick that couldn’t even be contained by your panties, and you already have an idea of what your punishment will be. 

“Does my brat need dick that bad?” he grunts, his length fucking between the plush of your thighs and you ache for him, crying out apologies against the counter. 

It’s maddening feeling the drag of his cock between your thighs so close to your core, his brooding tip skimming your clit with each thrust. His grunts of satisfaction are enough to make you feel desperate, absolutely dumb for cock as he teases you with what you want the most. 

“Who’s needy now?” He groans when you start begging, shuddering when you flex your muscles around his cock. 

“Still y-you,” you cry out, barely stuttering the words out, still attempting to challenge your boyfriend. “Resorting to fucking my thighs when you could be fucking my pussy.” 

“Fuck, who knew you could be so damn bratty,” Seungcheol grits, not exactly pleased with your response, but it’s exactly what he needs to hear to fuck you into oblivion. He’s finally releasing your hands, yanking your panties down your legs before pulling you upright, and turning you around to face him. He grips your chin between his fingers, a stormy look in his eyes, but you can tell he’s absolutely infatuated with you. 

You look so messy, teary-eyed as you stare into his dark orbs, and soon he’s smashing his lips against yours. He’s devouring you like a man starved, tongue clashing with yours and soon he’s grabbing you by the thighs, lifting you up before placing you on the counter. He’s perfectly slotted between you, hands massaging at your thighs as yours roam over his entire body, landing in his dark locks and pulling at the hair, eliciting a groan from him. 

Seungcheol’s cock is lined up perfectly with your inviting hole, but he has yet to give you what you want, too lost in kissing you. You pull away, a pathetic whine reminding him of what he promised, “fuck me stupid, Cheol.”

Without warning, Seungcheol sheathes his entire length inside of you, pulling a loud cry from you. His hands grip tightly at your ass, keeping you pressed against him as he fills you completely. 

Immediately, you’re like putty in his hands, head lolling back at the sudden pleasure of feeling him so deep inside of you. There is no hesitation in his movements, Seungcheol barely gives you time to adjust, but he’s not worried when your body takes him this easily, like you’re made perfectly for him. 

His plump lips are on your neck, leaving hot trails of saliva as he mercilessly thrusts his cock between your gummy walls, his arms the only thing keeping you sitting upright and pressed against his body. He feels too good, all encompassing as he repeatedly hits the sweet spot deep inside of you. 

You’re blabbering words of nothing, apologizing for being such a brat, and Seungcheol’s breathing gets heavier with every word that tumbles past your lips. His dick is throbbing inside of you as your walls grip his length, rutting into you with a new fervor as your words become incoherent, fingernails digging into his shoulders as you clamp around him. 

It feels too fucking good for him, loving the way you give in to him, knowing you are approaching your high soon enough and his thumb finds it way to your clit, pulling his favorite cry of pleasure from you yet again. 

“Fuck,” Seungcheol groans, staring down at the space between your two bodies, right where his cock enters you with each lewd sound, and where his thumb works aggressively against your clit. “So fucking pretty, my good girl.” 

“Please,” you mewl, desperate to cum, but squeezing your muscles to prevent yourself from releasing unexpectedly again. 

“No more attitude, baby,” his voice is horse, and you know he’s nearing his high soon as well. 

“No more,” you parrot, lips attaching to his jaw as you near the brink of pleasure, desperate for your release. 

“I love you so damn much,” he groans, nose nudging yours and chasing your lips. He fills you so well with each thrust, your walls are throbbing uncontrollably, his words only egging you on. “Drive me so fucking crazy,” he pants between kisses, finally giving in to you. “Go on, baby, finish for me.”

Just like that, the flood gates are released and you’re washed over with immense pleasure, walls spasming around Seungcheol’s cock as he follows suit, filling your pussy with his hot cum and groaning into your shoulder. 

“Love you too, Cheol,” your voice is weak as he slowly fucks his cum between your folds, his softening cock pulling out and stepping back to look at the damage done. He looks divine, absolutely fucked out with flushed cheeks and messy hair, and you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. 

That’s until Seungcheol is helping you clean up, soothing the bruises on your hips left from the counter, and pulling you onto the couch for a late night movie. 

“Aren’t you glad we left the party early?” Seungcheol’s words pull a snort from your lips, earning an incredulous look from you. 

“You know what,” you hum, wary of his cheeky comment. “I’m starting to think you like it when I give you an attitude.”

Seungcheol’s smug smile and silence says enough.

[likebreadandwine]

don't mind me, I'm just daydreaming about summer picnics and ice cream... 🏖️🍦

but really—there's a rhythm to summer days, and I want to plan your meals around it.

sunrise looks like cotton candy: pink skies and wisps of cloud. I convince you to join me for a walk while there's still dew on the grass, and yes, I'm hoping you work up an appetite. I'll reward you with breakfast when we get back: toast and eggs and bacon and fresh fruit, muffins that are practically cake, strawberries and whipped cream.

we're off to the beach next. I pack us a picnic. we claim a spot in the shade. after sunscreen has been applied (forgive my extra squeezes, you're just getting so soft), we are content to lounge and bask in the warmth of the day.

my carefully-packed cooler gets emptier and emptier as things steadily disappear: thick sandwiches and juicy slices of watermelon, cans of cool soda, bags of chips, decadent homemade brownies. by the time I glance up from my book, you're looking beached and more than a little rosy. time to get you in the water. they say not to swim after eating but that's just a myth, and besides, you aren't so much swimming as floating. hot and overstuffed on land, you are cool and buoyant in the water.

alas, all things must end. back out we come. you're heavy, sleepy, and warm, so we pack up and head home for an afternoon nap while the hottest part of the day passes. well, you nap. I'm needed elsewhere; I have plans for dinner.

it's grilling season, after all, so you know what that means: skewers of beef, bell peppers and zucchini; grilled corn, smokey and sweet; barbecue ribs, roasted potatoes, and garlic bread…is it too much? but what better way to spend a lazy, hazy summer evening than with dinner straight from the barbecue and a drink in hand?

there is one thing that could make it better, if you want. before I even tell you what it is, you're nodding at me. yes, please. aren't you full? so full. I want more.

and so, from the depths of the freezer, I retrieve a carton of vanilla bean ice cream. this is the good stuff, the artisan shit that reminds you vanilla is not plain, vanilla has depth; it is floral, earthy, rich, almost like caramel. combined with sugar and cream, chilled and churned and frozen, I might as well be spooning bites of ambrosia into your mouth. you'd think I was, based on the indecent sounds you're making.

in fairness, it's not just the ice cream. it's the ice cream on top of a whole day of eating. once you've finished the carton and my hands are free, they both go straight to your belly, and wow. you are round and stuffed to your limit. no wonder you're squirming, it must ache. you let me get too carried away. I like when you get carried away. the words come out breathy and soft. you did so good.

I like you like this: breathless and big, dazed and contented, the taste of vanilla still on your lips.

[tothepointofinsanity]

“Were you a bad person or were you just 14 and alone?

Here's the edit!!!

I actually don't like it that much, my editing app was acting very laggy and buggy so yea? Might remake it at some point, if that's alright with you ofc?”

Ohhh this is really cool 😭😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼!!! Thank you so much for your efforts, this edit you’ve done is so lovely. I actually quite like the blue filter over it…sad to hear that your editing go app wasn’t cooperative, though. And yes, feel free to do whatever you wish Σ੧(❛□❛✿) Thank you once again!

[litttlestars]

i may be burnt out n depressed n insecure abt my place in ppl's lives but at least i love smiling with my teeth now and im slowly waking up earlier and learning to love driving and drinking less coffee and yesterday my friend told me her mom really loved me

[mattslolita]

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[arabaka]

Any nsfw Laios head canons👀👀

WE KNOW HE'S A MUNCH, RIGHT? WE ALL KNOW THIS BUT LET'S TAKE IT A STEP FURTHER...

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ nsfw. laios touden x afab!reader. cunnilingus 💦

how would eating monsters affect your flavor? would the consumption of these otherworldly creatures change the way your nectar tastes? could it affect its consistency, its amount? would it be tangy? sweet? somewhere in-between?

these are the thoughts that consume him in the night, when you're resting so peacefully in his arms, unaware of the drumming in his chest and surprisingly, the throb in his pajama pants.

it's safe to say that laios takes every opportunity to dine on that supple treasure of yours after the day's final meal. he's desperate, tongue already aching for your pussy by the time he licks his plate clean.

he's not quiet about it either, making sure you know what he's tasting and how much he loves it.

eyes half-lidded with a lustful fog over his golden irises, he swirls his tongue around your folds. "mmm," he groans, inhaling your scent before mumbling, "it's so good... salty but rich... can't get enough..." his nose runs up your clit, urging more of your arousal into his mouth. he drinks it all, pumping his own cock as he feels your hole clench around the velvet muscle of his tongue. your hips spasming against him, he doesn't stop slurping your climax until you have nothing left to give him.

you're so spent, body totally relaxed, that you can hardly muster the strength to open your eyes but you already know what laios is up to: recording his findings.

[mysicklove]

mello do u still have that twt link of that guy squirting PLSDSS HE WAS SO FINE IM CRYING

yes. i have multiple. (i am crazy)

PORN LINKS INVOLVING MALE SQUIRTING:

link 1

link 2

link 3 <- i love this account so much. the edging MY GODDD he is so yuuji coded it is insane

link 4

note: u need a twitter account for most of these bc it’s 18+ content

[cookiekissers]

pls i need some yandere burning spice cookie 🥺🥺 just general headcannons or anything really 👍

[Yandere Burning Spice HCs]

Honestly, you could say regular Burning Spice is a yandere and I wouldn't disagree /j

But actual Yandere Burning Spice would dial his usual traits up to an 11.

Burning Spice is aggressive, possessive, and he always wants MORE. More of you, more of your time, more of your affection, more of your attention.

Burning Spice gets incredibly annoyed when your attention is on anyone but him, and he doesn't hesitate when crumbling the competition for your affection.

He will leave bits and pieces of those who dared to get in his way as "gifts" on your doorstep. It is a sign of his strength and conquest!

If you have feelings for Burning Spice, and haven't caught on to his darker intentions, he will ironically start playing hard to get. This is his way of testing you, to see if you're as intensely in love with him as he is with you.

He wants someone to reignite that SPARK he's been yearning for. And when he saw you, he felt an old, familiar flame flicker inside him. That's when he became obsessed. It was immediate and intense. And Burning Spice wants to chase that feeling.

Once he felt that spark, he won't waste any time trying to kidnap you. Burning Spice won't be subtle about it either. There will be no traps, no slow burn, or luring you into a false sense of security. He will pretty much break into your home in broad daylight and grab you. I mean... who's going to stop him? Unless you are protected by the Ancients, nothing and no one is going to stop him.

Burning Spice lives for excitement. He LOVES the thrill of the chase. So there will be a couple of times while he's bringing you back to Beast-Yeast where he will "allow" you escape, only for him to hunt you down again.

You never get far because he's only toying with you. Its merely a game to him. The only reason you have a chance to run is because he allows it.

From then on, Burning Spice essentially regards you as a trophy. You're always by his side, hanging on his arm.

Burning Spice isn't fully delusional. He fully knows that he took you against your will and that you want to escape him. Like how he gave you chances to escape when on the way to Beast-Yeast, he will do it here too.

You think if you play the loving "spouse" act long enough, Burning Spice will get comfortable and let his guard down. Once you think you have the chance to escape, Burning Spice quickly snuffs out any hope you had of freedom. He knew all along of your plans and little act. But, he's gracious, and will give you a head start before he hunts you down and captures you again.

[mead-iocre]

Brat!reader being like 'what the fuck Alexia?! You just skittled my skittle flavour!'

LMAOO that would be a regular fight for sureeeee.

alexia would be like “and I’d do do it again if you keep huffing and puffing right next to me. if you want the flavour of skittles, just eat a bag of skittles instead. I’ll go to the store right now and buy you a bag, or five if you want. just let me throw your flavoured portable smoke machine out”

alexia is rendered speechless when brat!reader magically pulls out a brand new vape from her pocket. giving it a quick shake, uncapping it, and take a deep puff. “try me. I’ve got a whole lot more where this came from”

“…im actually going to throw all your clothes out that window”

inhale. “go ahead. they were bought by your card anyway, baby” exhale