#'where are the nipples' theyre kissing. sorry

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

i like the brd ce but i have this idea....

[tangerinesilk]

－ DISTRACTION : DAVE LIZEWSKI

dave was a great study buddy, but there's no doubt he was a distraction. he constantly made you turn your head twice at whatever he said or did whether it was some comic book character he rambled about or how his pale blue eyes shined under the warm lighting of his desk lamp.

pairing ✷ college!dave lizewski x college!fem!reader

rating ✷ r (18+ minors dni!)

tropes ✷ friends with benefits, spicy but no / little plot, unspoken love, domestic toward eachother but no dating, dorky and awkward people in love who just wont admit it theyre in love (sort of) | nsfw warnings below!

word count ✷ 1.7k

a/n ✷ um this was a random thought and it just sort of happened. stg it feels like i blacked out while writing this KSKFFKS what is going on with me. anyways been wanting to write about this cute dork for a while and why not make it really hot. posting now so i dont chicken out but ill edit later.... i always love feedback! xo

[ steamy warnings: mentions of public sex, dom & sub switches, p in v without protection, nipple play, hj + bj, f receiving oral from m, praising + heavy dirty talk, face sitting, finishing inside v ]

typical weekends: saturday night at dave's apartment.

dave was explaining something... it was something. something important, but all you could focus on was his pretty eyes and how soft his lips looked today. he pushed his glasses up more on his nose bridge again, looking down at his book for one of his college classes.

he was so into the subject, you didn't even have to nod. you were occasionally tapping the eraser end of your pencil against your blank notebook, only listening to every other word.

suddenly, your mind wanders to when you two were doing laundry at three in the morning and got a little spontaneous. then getting a bit handsy on the top floor of the library where no one usually was. maybe even the time when you were visiting him back home for one weekend and you both could barely keep it together with company downstairs.

ever since you both agreed on this friends with benefits agreement, your dry spells were no longer an issue. it seemed like both of you were touched starved, but not wanting to meet other people, strangers you didnt want or need to know.

so, after becoming lab partners in your fall semester of senior year, its been nonstop seeing each other. not just for sex, but hanging out to study, going to local comic book stores and libraries, even the occasional dinner and sleepover combo at his apartment or yours.

it seemed like a wild card at first, but you would never admit (outloud) to dave lizewski that you underestimated how great his tongue felt inside your pus—

"y/n, are you even listening?"

you cleared your throat, "hmm?"

he chuckled, "so you weren't... i know, its kind of boring."

now you felt bad, caught up from going down memory lane and he was excited about his new class.

you ran your hand over his curls, "im sorry, dave. my mind was wandering."

he turned, seeming interested, "about what?"

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, "about... you know..." you trailed then shrugged, "stuff."

dave smiled, "oh yeah? you weren't, i dont know, thinking about me?"

you had seen this confidence grow inside dave as more time passed, and you weren't sure if it was cockiness, but you couldn't deny how cute yet attractive it was on him.

"why dont you go back to what you were rambling about? please. im all ears now." you lean in, placing your hands underneath your chin with your elbows on his desk.

its ironic how his full size bed was behind the two of you yet here you are, acting like this was the first time you've hung out.

he pressed wet kisses against your inner thighs, your clit aching for his mouth as his nose brushed against your skin. he'd let out a nervous chuckle as he noticed the wet spot forming on the center of your panties. you'd bite your bottom lip as he licked his lips, in awe of the mess you were for him.

dave pulled down your panties, shuffling them down your ankles before tossing them to the side. his strong hands run up the top of your thighs before holding your hips, pulling your core closing to his mouth. after his first, yet hesitant, kiss on your clit, you let out a faint moan.

soon his tongue was running over your open slit and tasting your sweet wetness. you arched your back, leaning back on his desk as he flicked your clit a few times. when he pushes his tongue inside you, a rush of heat runs over your entire body. you caress your own breasts and pull at your own nipples as he picks up his pace.

"fuck... god, yes. eat my fucking pussy." you whimpered. he got so weak when you uttered your sweet nothings. as dominant as he thought he presented himself, dave was a sucker for you.

just when you thought it couldn't get better, he slide his two fingers into your slit as his tongue flicks your swollen clit. you told him how you love when he curled his fingers inside you, knuckle deep and gathering your wetness every pump as he brought you closer to your orgasm.

your hips grind against his mouth and hand, painfully near your climax. he cursed under his breath as he felt your pussy clench around his digits. he pulls his mouth away from your clit, trailing more kisses over your stomach then rolls his tongue against your right nipple.

his hand still worked your slit, thrusting so fast that your head was spinning along with the pleasure of him sucking your erect nipple. you glanced down, seeing how his hard pressed against his khakis. just the thought of taking his cock into your mouth made you dizzy, bucking your hips against his fingers.

"yes... make me cum. i wanna fucking cum on your fingers." you muttered under your breath, pulling at his curls. dave's knees were giving out as he held his position but he loved to hear your continous begging.

he was about to see if he could pick up his pace before your hand reached down, sliding into the front of his stained pants and caressing his hard cock. he grunted against your chest, instantly weak from your touch which made him pause.

"hmm, what about i cum on your cock instead?" you giggled as your lips met his, "it's so hard... bet you've been thinking about cumming inside my tight pussy, huh, dave?"

he sighed, "shit..."

"that's what i thought, baby." you say before taking his fingers into your mouth, tasting your own cum. he takes a mental picture even though you've done this in your previous hookups.

you hop off the desk, playfully pushing him on his twin size bed. you slowly get on your knees, running your hand over the crotch of his pants that were already unbuttoned and half unzipped. it's easy for your pull his cock out, practically springing from his briefs.

his eyes are glued to you as your tongue runs up and down the base before wrapping your lips against his red tip. you half-giggle when you taste his pre-cum, then carefully take him all in your mouth. you gag a bit as his tip pushes further in, and he groans when your throat tightens around him.

you push your tongue out to make sure your teeth dont graze his cock as you deep throat him, incredibly slow, so he can watch in awe. he leans up on his elbows, falling apart as you take him in your mouth so easily and your hand pumping the rest of his base.

"fucking christ... fuck." he muttered, his dick twitching inside your mouth as your salvia runs down when you gag on his hard.

his hand runs over your hair, gathering it together to keep it out of your face— also to have a better view of him receiving one of the best blowjobs you've given him.

when you pull your mouth away, you giggle as you pump his cock with your spit lubricating for better motion. his face screws together the faster you pump, and he can barely take the pleasure.

"hmm, i bet you wanna cum on my face... and tits. but, i want you to cum inside me." you say as you but your bottom lip, running your thumb over the cum leaking from his tip.

"me too, baby. fuck!" he grunts, and it makes you smile at how much of a mess he is too.

you rise from your knees, relieving the pressure on them before straddling him on his bed. you pull off your top, tossing it on the other side of the room as he quickly peels his shirt off as well. his big hands run up your body, over your breasts once more as his thumbs move against your nipples.

"god, i want to feel every inch of your cock... so, don't stop until you're finished." you tell him as you run his tip agaisnt your slit before slowly sinking down on him.

"babe, shit... fuck." he whimpered, his fingers pressing into your hips as you arch your back.

"god, im so tight." you moan, "your cock is so big... can barely fit you inside me." you huff, your eyes closed shut as you slowly move your hips.

soon, you meet a nice pace of bouncing on his cock and he loosens up as he watches you move up and down. his bright eyes keep moving between looking at your tits and your face, completely amazed by your beauty.

you run your hands over his toned chest and abdomen, leaving light scratches on his skin from the waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body.

"dave, im gonna cum. oh, oh! i'm gonna cum." you announced to him and he was holding off anyways, his jaw clenched his much that it was beginning to feel painful.

as you arch your back and let out a long whine, he stills his hips as his warm cum fills you up. it was the first time he was fully inside you, and you were aching around his cock, feeling it throbbing against your walls.

he leans up, leaving a soft kiss just above your breasts before you two share another kiss. you can't help but giggle, both of you feeling that sudden hit of exhaustion.

you lift yourself from your cock and cum runs down your slit, letting him see the mess he made. dave smirks, expecting him to say that he'll get you a towel but instead licks his lips and starts to lean down between your legs again.

it was like deja vu. his tongue presses against your swollen slit, tasting your mixed cum before sucking on your sore clit. now you're so sensitive to the touch, you could orgasm again at any moment. he was so in tune with your body that he knew what pace to go and how long you could actually lasts.

you run your hands over your breasts, his tongue moving so perfectly between your slit and clit. you feel his press a light kiss against the area above your pussy before trailing more kisses up your body. then, you two shared another kiss, tasting each other's tongues once more before he laid next to you.

"you know, i've never had a study partner like you." you jeered, pressed a kiss against the start of his jaw.

he blushed, "me neither..." he raised his eyebrows, "trust me."

[boypied]

pairings: boss!henry cavill x male reader

request: where Boss henry offers picks up the reader from his house to go to work, but the reader wakes up late and is rushing out the house with a shirt and shorts on and his suit in the bag. while driving henry rests hand on readers thigh, reader is cold and begins slowly moving his thighs in order for some rubbing action hoping henry doesnt notice him moving, readers boner begins to grow but is evident with his shorts, (not sure really how they get to the sex part like does henry say something about his boner or does reader ask for a quickie idk) but henry ends up pulling in a gas station or diner parking lot and grabs reader into his a passionate kiss and puts reader on his lap for a breeding quickie, reader riding henry, henry also extra horny as theyre in public and he would love to be caught in the act etc, biting readers neck and touching his nipples and hips , when henry cums inside him they slowly kiss and reader just grinds against him and cums on henry's suit.. you can decide the ending. idk if that's good or not, im just too horny rn, lol

warning: SMUT ! , car sex, breeding, swearing, thigh kink.

MDNI + FDNI !

The sound of your alarm echoed in your ear. You subconsciously pressed snooze about 4 times before taking an actual look at the time "8:30 !" You yell out in shock, you rush to look outside your window to see Henry's car waiting."Shit!" You almost choke on your words when you realise how bad you've messed up.

You quickly rush to your wardrobe and pull out a plain white shirt and some shorts while stuffing your work suit into a bag. Henry knocks on the door and waits outside impatiently, "One minute!" You shout down as you rush downstairs, putting on your shoes. You swing open the front door to reveal your boss, Henry.

"I'm so so so so so so so so so sorry, Sir." You plead with him, "I hope this doesn't make me lose my job or anything, " you say, turning to face him. His stern face turns into a smirk. "Don't worry, you won't lose your job over it. But you will be in my debt. " he walks over to his car with a devious smirk on his face.

He opens the passenger door for you, and you climb inside. You noticed that your shorts had ridden up, but the position you were in you couldn't pull them down, so you would have to deal with the drive while your thighs are exposed.

Henry takes one hand off the steering wheel and places it down on your thigh once you feel the warmth of his hand on your leg. Your heart begins to race as you've had the hots for him since you started work there.

Henry begins to gently rub your thigh, his hand going back and forth, ever so slightly getting higher and higher, his fingers slowly dipping into your inner thigh, which causes your dick to start growing causing a very obvious bulge in your shorts.

Henry notices and begins to tease your thigh, his fingers gently go up your shorts and rub the tip of your cock. You mumble a moan slightly "fuckk" that was quickly short-lived as his hand goes back to the steering wheel.

"Awh Fuck. We're going to need to stop for some gas. " Henry's hand leaves your thigh and goes back to the steering wheel turning into the gas station. Henry gets out of the car and goes to fill up the car. You use your arm to cover up your boner.

Once Henry gets himself back inside the car, he turns to face you "fuck it" he says while smirking as he pulls you onto his lap, sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your heart races as you grind your hips against your bosses clothed dick. His hand glides up your shirt and he gently pinches your nipple while the other hand grips your ass.

Henry pulls away from the kiss and begins to unbutton his shirt to reveal his hairy chest and rippling abs. You run your hands down his body, admiring it, caressing each ab. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you towards him "I am going to fuck you so hard, baby boy" Henry says while gently twisting your nipple, "F-Fuckk." You moan out. "We're going to have to make this quick, okay baby?" He pleads with you as he watches you grind your hips against him "yes sir." You smirk.

Henry unbuckles his trousers and pulls his dick out, "Spit for me." he says while holding his hand up to your mouth. You release your spit into his hand, and he jerks his cock to spread the spit. "Sit on it, baby." He smirks as you gently slide down onto his cock, your walls spreading to make room for his size.

"F-Fuck! You're so big, Henry." You moan out as you gently reach the base of his cock. "You're taking me so well, baby, Just look out the window. Everyone can see how well you're taking me." he smirks as your face contorts from slight pain to absolute pleasure. You begin to slowly pick up the pace as you ride him, Henry leans up and holds your waist, and he thrusts deep inside you, hitting your g-spot.

"H-Henry! Fuckin' hell" You moan out as he continues to hit your sweet spot at every chance he gets. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum boy" Henry says through his gritted teeth, as he paints your walls white. He continues to fuck your ass feeling his cum slip around your insides, coating your sweet spot in his cum. He pulls you down into a kiss, your tongues sliding around all over eachother as you gently thrust you cock against his abs, climaxing. You moan into the kiss and you pain his abs with cum..

You both breathe heavily, "fuckin' hell, we need to do this more often." Henry says while smirking, admiring the state you are in. "I am obsessed with you dick, sir." You say while blushing, "that sounds about right. " Henry smirks as smacks your ass, "how about round two back at my place?". You blush at his request. "How could I say no?" You smirk.

[autumn-hiraeth]

HEEYYY I LOVE UR WRITING

So I was thinkin one where the readers dad is Miguel and she secretly dating hobie and she sneaks hobie in her room to do some freaky deaky stuff bc miguels workin late but as soon as theyre done she hears a door open and she gotta rush hobie outta there so miguel doesn’t go batshit crazy

ANYWAY love ur work😜😜

HEY.<333. THANK U SM FOR YOUR KIND WORDS 😻.. - HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

Needy

Hobie brown x reader

Fluff and slight smut!? (nah)

a/n: Hobie, my beloved <33.

Hobie's masterlist

You and Hobie have been secretly dating. Honestly, no one could expect the two of you to fall in love, but it happened. As you two fall in love with each other, you and Hobie want to spend together more time.

Being Miguel O'hara's daughter it's hard for you to leave your own universe and visit your lover's, so Hobie always visits yours instead. And it's more than clear that you two enjoy too much spending time together away from the HQ. Just you two alone on your room. Hobie knocks your window and you smile, letting him sneaks into your room like he's been doing for the past four months.

Hobie takes his mask off and looks you up and down as he whistles. "ya look ravish lu," he mutters before gently pushing you back onto your bed.

So here you two are after half an hour; you two are having a heaten make out session where Hobie has you on his lap. His big hands caressing your bare skin as you cling to his shoulders. Both have take off the upper part of their clothes, because according to Hobie "feeling your soft skin against his soothes him"

The feel of his warm skin against yours and his tongue in your mouth is enough to make you a moaning mess and Hobie is proud of it. So he doesn't stop.

You give him a condom and he smiles before helping you take your panties off and then you help him take off his pants and boxers.

Minutes later you are so exhausted and naked on your bed, panting hard from the passionate lovemaking session with your lover. Hobie leaves sloppy kisses on your face as his hands caress your breasts, pinching your nipples. You two are so focused on each other until you hear the front door open. It's Dad.

You push Hobie off the bed and he gasps in surprise at your sudden action (aww, he's so comfortable with you that he doesn't even realize Miguel has come home). "Oi! What's wrong luv?" He pouts and you, very naked, try to pick up his clothes from the floor.

"My dad is here Hobart!" you yell softly and Hobie's eyes widen "hurry up! You have to go before he see you!" you say helping him put on his pants and you zip him up abruptly making him gasp. "Oi! Watch my dick!" he teases before you giving him a quick kiss, silencing his complaints.

"I'm sorry my love... but you have to go now" you say and he rolls his eyes. " 'm only gonna do it cuz I want to, not cuz ya ask me to" he mutters mockingly then he winks at you before opening a portal and disappearing. Just in time when Miguel knocks on your bedroom door.

"Mija, do you want me to order pizza?" your dad asks behind the door as you pick up your clothes, you frown when you can't find your panties. "Y/n?" your father calls you, he sounds worried so you quickly answer "yes, Pa! Order pizza" Then your dad walks away and you frown again because your lover stole your favorite panties.

[ddejavvu]

could you pleaseee write a spencer x reader where theyre getting intimate and readers basically just worshipping him. kisses & touches everywhere, compliments, pet names, etc etc. spencer being just a blushy flustered mess 🫶🏻

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Spencer's already a blushing mess as you slowly slip your fingers down his neck, savoring the warmth of his skin against your own. When you press your lips, puffed and puckered, to his pec, though? You think he's going to short-circuit.

"Where'd you get these sunspots, huh handsome?" You wonder aloud, a smattering of barely-there freckles against his chest, "Have you been shirtless at the beach lately?"

"No!" He gushes, a giggle between his lips, "You know I don't- that tickles! -don't do that, angel."

You're joking, and he knows it, but he's still having a hard time keeping his eyes open. They flutter shut at every soft brush of your lips against his skin, and he puffs his chest slightly, arching into your touch.

He's completely blissed out, and you haven't even touched him. Well, not really, not his slowly hardening bulge through his briefs.

You can't help but tease your blushy boy, and you lean in to kiss one of his nipples just like he does to you. It's intimate when it comes from him, and you try to make it the same, but it is a little silly by nature.

His eyes fly open and he lets out a burst of laughter, "Y/N! This- this is supposed to be relaxing. I'm supposed to enjoy this, not be tortured."

"Oh, I'm sorry," You gush, ever dramatic as you reach down to squeeze at his bulge. He bucks his hips into your hand, a groan escaping his lips that he clearly wasn't expecting, given the red tint to his ears, "You know what I think, Spence? I think maybe you like torture."

[t0msvi4gra]

I can't get it away from my head. Could you do something like fem.reader is famous guitarist in girls band (Fem.reader love wearing something like Victoria De Angelis from Måneskin). They are on interview and talking about reader's movements on stage like Tom was doing. She admitted that she want Tom. Tom is in backstage and then he join them. After interview, he take reader in his hotel room and they have sex. Tom is dominant and rough with her. (Tom's era:2010 with black cornrows) Could you do that please?

of courseee☺️

THE INTERVIEW |SMUT | TOM KAULITZ X FAMOUS!FEM!READER

you were apart of a band called “the stars” (YES I KNOW SHITTY NAME BUT THATS ALL I COULD COME UP WITH😭😭) you and your band opened for tokio hotel and you also had your first interview that night.

after the show you and your bandmates went backstage where the interview was.

interviewer: hello everyone today we’re going to be introducing a really popular topic of the music industry today! welcome the stars!

all the fans scream and clap as you guys walk in and sit on the couch.

interviewer: so can you guys all introduce yourselves?

you: im (your name) and im the lead guitarist.

bandmate: im (name) and im the lead singer.

bandmate: im (name) and im the drummer.

bandmate: im (name) and im the bassist.

the interviewer smiles and looks down at her paper.

interviewer: so (your name) are you guys familiar with the band “tokio hotel?”

you guys nod and you speak up holding the microphone to your mouth. “yeah! ive heard of them, one of our told us about them because we had similar music to them. and i think theyre cool ass people.” you smile and nod.

interviewer: would you guys ever collab with them? do you think that would happen?

one of your bandmate chuckles and grabs the mic “of course, and i really think (your name) would. she really fancies tom. “

the fans scream and laugh and the interviewer giggles a little “ohh okay so that explains the certain things you do on stage, i see. funny actually we’re going to bring the band out just to compare your similarities, alright?” you guys nod, “alright everyone please welcome tokio hotel!” all the fans scream loudly and clap again.

you immediately make eyes contact with tom and you blush a little but you look at the interviewer.

after the interview (yes im sorry yall but im so so lazy bc im tired😭) your band and tokio hotel both go into an afterparty for the people who played that night and you just kind of sit in the corner by yourself while your band is talking amongst themselves and tom comes up to you.

“hey youre (your name), right?” he sits relatively close to you and he looks at you and smiles a little.

“mhm i am” you answer nervously but smile back.

“are you from here?” he asks just trying to start conversation.

“no im from (your home country)” you answer and nod.

“oh okay yeah it seems like our fans our very linked with eachother huh?” he asks almost rhetorically. “yeah theyve told us about about you and your band so…” you chuckle shyly as you notice tom glancing down at your cleavage.

“how about i take you back to where my bands staying? is that alright?”

youre eyes widen at the offer and you gulp a littls. “uh yeah of course.” you finally say with excitement but also a lot of surprise.

you get to his hotel and you knock on his door.

“hey schatz,” tom says looking you up and down.

“hi tom.” you walk in.

“you can just sit on the bed.” he says shutting the door. “you need anything?” he asks sweetly. “uh no im alright just trying to settle in.” he sits down beside you and he sips at his coke and he rests his hand on your thigh as he sets down his coke and he pushes you down on the bed. “is this okay?” he whispers in your ear. “mhm” youre so horny now and you dont hold back and you kiss him.

tom kisses your jawline down to your neck and he stops between your breasts to pull your shirt up.

“youre so so beautiful.” he says taking your bra off and sucking on your nipple.

after, he kisses down your stomach and rips your pants of along with your panties and you giggle a little as he picks you up and moves you further on the bed and he wastes no time in taking his clothes off and he lines his cock at your entrance and he goes in slowly before pounding you hard causing the bed to creak. “t-tom… fuck! faster.” you moan loudly. he goes faster and he leans down to kiss you. “youre so tight… fuck baby.” he mumbles against your lips. “dont fucking stop babe.” you plead as you let him fuck you hard. “you like this huh? you’ve always dreamed of this hm? being fucked by me?” he asks rhetorically. “mhm” you moan loudly, practically seeing stars. “you close baby?” he asks holding onto your breasts. you nod unable to speak. “words babygirl.” he groans and you whimper “y-es im so close!” you cry out in pleasure. “youre so goddamn big! fuck!” you come hard and tom comes deep inside you. “fuck liebe, you were so so good.” he chuckles out of breath and collapses beside you pulling you into his arms.

[soulwillower]

cleaning the room • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader smut)

requested:  heyyy i love your work!! can i maybe request a Richie smut where their like in the middle of doing “it” but then someone calls the reader (maybe bev or eddie or sumn) and instead of stopping richie keeps going and so she has to continue the call and pretend like shes not in the middle of such unholy acts haha sorry if its too specific,, thank you!!!

warnings: swearing, smut, spitting, v light cum play, light light slapping (reader smacks richie bc theyre frustrated he was teasing them), unprotected sex, risky sex, talking on the phone w someone, use of the words whore/slut, degradation, this has literally no plot its all smut LOL

heyyy finally bback w a fic, i have awful writers block so this was all i could do. hope u guys like it

[ 18+ ]

1.8k words

♡

"richie," you purr, sighing with lust as your boyfriend's hands pull your hips harder towards his own, arching your back as his hand rises to gently push you down against the mattress. he hums, leaning down to kiss your lips hard, thrusting into you as your back rubs the sheets under you. 

richie leans back and his mouth opens to murmur something to you, but a ringing noise makes you jolt. both of you turn to look at your phone, which has lit up with the call from someone. richie sighs and you groan, arm reaching out to grope around for the phone as your other hand threads into richie's hair, tugging him as he slowly eases on his thrusts. 

"oh, god," you say, half moaning as richie's strokes slow, changing angles as he looks down at you with mischevious eyes. "it's eddie." you add, tossing your phone to the edge of the bed.

 richie hums, pulling out of you and grabbing the phone. you whine, looking at him, "no, please keep going, i can call him back later." you beg, desperate to feel richie again. richie raises his brows, "you know he'll just keep calling." 

you lean back, sighing because you know richie's right. "fuck you richie. fine." and then you snatch the phone, pressing the answer button. "hey, wh-what's up?" you ask, breathing slightly heavily. 

"hey, i was wondering what your plans are later. we need to get some supplies for the party." eddie says cheerfully, and you swallow. god, couldn't he have called any other time? at least this will be quick. 

you jolt but keep quiet as you feel richie's fingers gently run through your slick folds, thumb teasing your clit. you let out a short whine and gulp, "oh, uh, yeah i can-can hang out later, just not now-" you swallow. your face feels on fire, excited by the idea of possibly being caught. 

"you okay, y/n?" eddie asks genuinely, sounding concerned. you bite your lip so hard you think it may draw blood as you gasp, "yeah, just...not feeling good." you say, sharply inhaling as richie quietly chuckles. you send him a glare. 

"richie and i are c-cleaning his room and there's... it's hard work." you mutter breathlessly as you go up on one elbow, eyeing richie as he smirks, his hand trailing down to stroke his cock. you barely resist a moan as you watch him, biting your lip as you wish you could have him in your mouth. 

"okay..." eddie says absently, immediately dismissing your excuse as he launches into a conversation with you asking about what you're bringing to mike's surprise party on saturday. you're biting your lip as you fall back onto the mattress, heart racing as you think back to twenty seconds ago when richie's cock was inside you. "-and, you know, i think richie's bringing weed and some handles, but maybe if you still have your fake you could try and get us some-" 

but you accidentally cut eddie's sentence off with a sharp gasp tailed with a moan, because as you were listening to eddie, richie lined himself back up to your entrance and pushed straight into you.

your eyes are wide as you stare at richie, watching as he winks at you, finger going to his lips in a shush motion. you hate how immediate your shivers of lust flow through you, as richie starts to slowly thrust into you again. you roll your eyes but your face heats up as eddie's voice breaks the silence over the phone, "y/n, wh... -are you sure you're doing fine?" 

you pull your hand off your mouth, "yes! yes, i just-" you cough to cover up a moan as richie spits down onto your dripping cunt and starts to thrust harder, "i stubbed my fucking toe." richie's smirking darkly at your words, looking down at you as his large hand creeps up your body, splaying across your breasts and then to your neck, ghosting a squeeze before slipping a finger into your open, panting mouth. 

his other hand finds purchase on the skin of your thighs and he winks at you, moving his hips and hitting the perfect spot inside you. the pleasure you feel has your eyes falling back, toes curling. 

"oh. well make sure if it's bad that you ice it, because one time my ma stubbed her toe and she had to stay in bed for a week," and then eddie launches into a quick story and you hum along to make it seem like you're listening even though all you can think about is richie and how his hand is tweaking your nipples, splaying across your sternum, as you suck on his fingers. 

then he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and presses them to your clit, rubbing in a pattern that has you seeing stars. 

"-wait, you said you're with richie?" eddie asks and you cough, throat caught after having richie's hand on it, "yes, he's- he’s right here." you say breathlessly. 

"can you let me ask him something?" 

your eyes widen and you gasp a bit, making eye contact with richie. "s-sure, here he is."  richie's giddy face as he grabs the phone from you makes you nervous, but you bite your lip as he mutters, "hey, eds." 

it's quiet for a bit as eddie's voice drawls along on the other line and suddenly richie's pushing your legs up towards your shoulders and speeding up his thrusts, the deep angle almost making you scream in pleasure. his hand falls over your mouth, keeping you quiet as he leans over you, pumping into you and making tears of pleasure form in the corner of your eyes. 

richie mutters, “mhm? yeah, yeah.” to eddie, but the sultry way he’s staring at you and the way your nails are raking down his back make you wonder if the words are also for you. 

"yeah, she's helping me out, she's always so good like that." richie says, voice shockingly even for the way that he's fucking you into your mattress. and yeah, that definitely is for you. 

 the desperation and pleasure creep up on you alarmingly quick and you can't help the whimpers that quietly escape you - you thank god for the loud fan in your room to cover your noises. 

richie hums to eddie a few more times, then he slaps your thigh gently as you try to close your legs from the pleasure, knowing when you cum you won't be able to keep quiet. it makes you feel even closer, though. "yeah, eds, i can do that. now listen, i got something important to finish off here so i'm going to give you back to my girl." 

you bite your lip, feeling warm as you squirm under richie's touch, hands shakily taking the phone back from him and then richie’s kneeling above you, fucking you down into the mattress and filling you up fully. "eddie," you gasp, "i also have to go, i'll - i'll call you later?" you say, trying your hardest to hold off your orgasm as richie spits on your chest, licking and biting and leaving a love bite in the same spot as he thrusts hard into you. 

"sure, bye y/n!" eddie chirps.

and then the second your finger presses the off button you're a begging mess, eyes screwing shut as you reach up to grip richie's neck. his hands push your knees up towards your head, hitting a spot that has you clenching around him, legs shaking as your chest stutters.

 "please, richie, god, i'm going to kill you for that." you hiss, causing him to grin, "i fucking hate you, i hate you." you mutter, smacking his cheek lightly. the grin after you leave the smack makes you even closer to the edge, and his hands grip your tits as he leans towards your ear. 

his strokes are hitting you deep and hotly as he chuckles, "you liked it. i saw it in your face. pathetic desperation. i can feel it." he whispers against your clammy skin, his fingers brushing against your slick heat as he mutters. your cheeks are hot in embarrassment, and you whimper in need. 

you bite your lip hard, resisting a moan as a sharp cry falls from your lips, shaking as you beg, "richie, just - please, let me cum. please." 

"you're so pretty when you beg, look at you. perfect little whore, talkin' on the phone to my best friend while i fuck you." he mutters, hand caressing your burning cheek as you whimper. "all mine, so eager and willing to do whatever i want."  

you nod, "yes, i'm yours, just - please, please." you whimper. "please say i can cum."

he smiles as he kisses your nose, "would you do whatever i want?” 

you stutter an exhale, “yes! fuck, richie, yes, yes i would. i’m yours.” 

he smiles, “cum, then." you do after the next three thrusts, shaking and gasping and calling richie's name. the euphoria rushes through your body and makes your eyes roll back, chest rising and falling as richie rides you through your high. 

only a minute later, richie pulls out of you, hand moving to pump himself. "my perfect slut." he mutters as you sit up slightly on shaky elbows, tongue out and mouth open as you pant, richie's hand moving in quick movements as he chases his own high. then he's grabbing your neck and pulling you toward him, moans leaving his lips as he cums in spurts onto your open tongue and down your chin, a bit dripping onto your chest. his thumb caresses you, opening your mouth wider and smearing his cum on your lips, wiping it from your tits and slapping them lightly, pinching your nipples and making you grin up at him. 

and his chest is heaving as he smiles down at you, shaking his head as you swallow his cum, "christ, you're perfect doll." you tug his arms so that he falls down onto you and you're both chuckling as you become a tangled mess of limbs and beating hearts and blushy cheeks, sticky bodies cuddling close. 

"he's going to find out." you say after a few seconds. richie hums, "what makes you say that, sugar? it's not like you were all 'richie, fuck me harder, please, yes!' while you were on the phone. that was only after." he teases, and you smack his chest lightly, "shut the fuck up, richie. i hate you." you say through a laugh. he's laughing too as he pulls you even closer, kissing your hairline, "i love you so much, y/n." he says, smiling giddily. 

you pull his chin to you, kissing him sweetly. "i love you too, richie. but eddie's going to your place later, he's going to see that we didn't clean the room." 

richie laughs, shrugging as he runs a hand through his messy curls, "let 'em guess. it's funnier that way." and then he's kissing you, rolling on top of you and tickling your sides as you scream and squeal. 

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[lipstickstainz]

cold metal - s. r.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: i just really want spencer reid to find out his girlfriend has her nip nops pierced. like he would be so cute and blushy. and she’d be like “bubs theyre just my boobs” and he just does the grabby hands at her

Warnings: nipple piercings, implied smut Word Count: 1.1k (sorry, it’s so short!) A/N: ugh I want piercings so bad, but I'm such a coward haha. thanks for requesting! requests are open! hope you enjoy. gif not mine.

Spencer had never been so grateful for a team-building activity in his life.

It was mid-July and unexpectedly warm for Virginia - nearly 95 degrees Fahrenheit - and Spencer was behind you in the rented kayak. You brought up the rear of the squad, and while Team Jemily and Team Morcia had a competitive paddle, you two stayed behind and enjoyed the beautiful weather. Spencer had a book in his hand and was reading to you while you lazily moved the paddles so that you would eventually arrive at your destination.

Hotch felt that this action was necessary. You had been working steadily for two months, had never been home for long, and had wasted every spare minute on current cases. He would have preferred to give you all a month off, but his team was incredibly ambitious and there was a lot to do, so he could at least talk them into a day on a river in nice weather. So at least you had a day where you didn't have to sit in the dark office.

The sun shone warmly on your skin and without further ado you pulled your shirt over your head. "Would you please put some sunscreen on my back?" you asked Spencer, who without hesitation put his book in his waterproof backpack and pulled out the sunscreen. You never had to ask Spencer twice to put his hands on your body after he had taken the first step two months ago.

You had been at your house and had gone through your Doctor Who marathon as planned. You had picked him up at nine in the morning, with a comforter and pillow in tow, and since then you had hardly left your bed. The show was on the TV that sat on the dresser in front of your bed, but really you were far too busy swapping fan theories and discussing which season was the best. You lay next to each other and you told him about the theory that James Bond was supposed to be a Time Lord. You waved your hands in the air to emphasize your point and turned your head in Spencer's direction, who looked at you with a broad smile.

"What is it? I saw the theory on Buzzfeed. Don't look at me like I'm stupid”, you pouted and he gave a short laugh. You pushed your bottom lip forward and he wondered if your lips have always looked so kissable.  He didn't hesitate for a second. Spencer straightened up and leaned over you and before you could do or say anything, he pressed his lips to yours. You put your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you so that he slid between your legs. Doctor Who was just incidental after that.

You kept it a secret, not because the team wouldn't be happy, but to find out exactly what it was between you. You had been best friends for years, and the jump from friendship to couple was something neither of you had any experience with. It was prudent to keep it between you for now. An endeavor that was quite difficult when you were wearing skinny jeans and Spencer couldn't think of anything but your butt, or when he was spouting smart facts again without knowing how attractive that made him. Except for a few innocent kisses, you held each other back at work.

Spencer rubbed his large hands over your bare skin, sliding his fingers under the band of your bikini top before pulling you against him. He was sure the cream would leave some stains on his t-shirt, but he didn't care. You leaned against him and he wrapped his arms around your middle. Your head rested on his chest and you could hear his heartbeat.

The others were already far away and there wasn't a soul around you as Spencer's fingers moved up and slid under the hem of your bikini. You took a deep breath. You'd been together for two months, but had never gone further than making out and a little groping, which was why his touch was giving you goosebumps now. Spencer grinned to himself, taking your rapid breathing as a sign that he should continue.

Carefully, he slid his hand under the fabric and froze when he felt cool metal against his palm. He withdrew his hand and confused, you turned to face him. "Are you all right?", you asked him, wishing so badly that he would continue.

Spencer's face turned red and his cocky manner was hidden behind a shy look you couldn't interpret. "Since when do you have nipple piercings?"

Surprised, you looked at him and only then did you realize that he hadn't seen you naked or in your underwear. How could he have known that you had piercings? "I got them pierced after my eighteenth birthday”, you replied, and he nodded curtly. Spencer continued to stare at you until you turned to face him completely. His gaze remained on your boobs until you raised your hand and flicked it in front of his face. He broke free of his trance and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Did it hurt?" He tried really hard not to stare at your breasts, but failed miserably.

"At first, yes, but not anymore." You enjoyed that he couldn't take his eyes off you, so you arched your back.

Spencer licked his lips. "Do you feel - is that making you more sensitive?", he stammered, before finally looking back up into your face. His eyes glittered with want and need.

"Try it. They're just my boobs, love" you grinned, and you didn't have to say that twice.

Spencer stretched his arms out and made the typical grabby hands motion before placing his hands on your covered breasts and taking a deep breath as if he had finally arrived at his destination. He let his fingers slide over the fabric and when they caught on the metal, you winced briefly. Not from pain, but because in your opinion there was still too much fabric between his hands and your breasts. Without further ado, you reached behind you and untied the knot of the bikini so that the fabric fell off your body.

Before you could say anything, Spencer closed the gap between your bodies and pulled you onto his lap before putting his hands on you again. "Fuck, I've been waiting for this for so long," he confessed, and you felt his erection between your thighs. His fingers pinched at your nipples and you moaned into his mouth.

Needless to say, it took you way longer than expected to paddle to the finish line.

[smurphyse]

i already sent this once so if you have two of these disregard this, but tumblr has been eating my asks recently so i'm sending this again just in case 💀

this is for the nsfw headcanons post btw (which you probably can gather lol)

i think Spencer loves having his nipples touched. like if his gf/significant other is riding him, he loves when she just reaches down and starts touching/pulling on his nipples

or when they're in a position where he's on top, he goes FERAL when she leans up and leaves kisses all over his chest and sucks on his nips

idk why, i just feel like he loves having his man tits touched 😂😂

I did see it! I'm sorry I haven't replied yet 💔

And YES i love it! Almost every guy I've slept with is obsessed with nipples but you even go near theirs and theyre all, "it feels weird."

Like, pretty boy is bc its sending a hot jolt to your dick lemme play with em and make you cum just from that okay?? I could 10000% see Spencer cumming in his pants just from some nipple play🥵

[queenmylovely]

Gwil time 3 (more smut): reader and gwil are trying for a baby but theyre crashing at a friends place overnight when shes ovulating so have to be sneaky about it 🤭🤭

Obvs this is out of order for the asks I have received, but ideas popped into my head immediately upon reading this so I had to work on it first. Warnings are talk of trying to get pregnant and smut, 1.7k words

Masterlist 

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After an evening of wine, chatting, and a couple board games, you and Gwil were crashing in the spare bedroom of your friends, Marica and Cory, place. This was because you were going to a mutual friends’ wedding the next day and they lived in the same city, Birmingham. It was around 11:00pm when you were climbing into bed, having done your nightly routine and hung up your things for the next day.

Gwil was grabbing his phone from the pocket of his jacket, where he had left it in an attempt to be more present, something he had decided he should be working on. You watched him check a couple messages and respond before his face pulled into a grimace.

Frowning, you asked, “What’s up?”

He bit his lip and looked at you hesitantly, “Um, I guess I missed the notification because my phone’s been in my jacket, but you’re ovulating.”

You threw your head back in exasperation, “Gwil! You said you were going to keep track of that, this is not an ideal place to be having this issue.”

A few months ago, you and Gwil had started trying for a baby, and had decided that Gwil would be the one to track your ovulation and everything because he was much more organized and tech savvy than you were.

“I know, darling, I’m sorry. But, even if I had known a couple hours ago, what would we have done? Gone to a pay by the hour hotel in the middle of hanging out with Marica and Cory?” Gwil reasoned, trying to get himself out of trouble.

Sighing softly, you nodded, “S’pose not, but I’d greatly prefer not having them know we’re having sex just down the hall.”

“I agree,” Gwil nodded, finally climbing in next to you, facing you, and sliding a hand to rest on your thigh, a little higher than just an innocent touch.

You smiled, then thought for a second, “Maybe you should just get off, I’m so much louder that if it was only you, they probably wouldn’t be able to hear.”

Gwil frowned deeply at that, “I do not want to just use you to get off.”

“Well, it’s something that I want too, and it’s for a larger purpose,” you tried to persuade him. Then with a cheeky smile, “Plus the thought of you using me is kinda really hot.”

At that, Gwil paused, looking at you and the way you were looking at him, and you felt his fingers tighten slightly on your thigh. Then he shook his head, “No, stop that. You know that it works better if you get off too.”

You scrunched up your face, “Fine, you’re right, but when Marica and Cory complain that we kept them up, you have to take all the blame.”

Gwil leaned in close to you, holding your face in place, “Will do.”

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Then he kissed you, soft. No matter the situation, Gwil always kissed you softly. At first. Faster than you were anticipating, he started to kiss you deeper, with more urgency that made a fire light in your lower stomach and blurred your thoughts at the edges. He slipped the hand on your face into your hair, pulling just enough to really feel it, but not too much to hurt. The other moved further up the inside of your thigh, his long fingers starting to trail up and down over your clothed slit.

You whimpered, reaching for the hem of Gwil’s shirt, knowing that the sooner you got the both of you undressed, the sooner you would get his hands where you really wanted them. Gwil let you take it off for him, and then did the same for you, smoothing his hands up your sides and squeezing your breasts lightly and running his thumbs over your nipples in a way that made your breath hitch and had you rushing forward to kiss him.

Gwil was able to get your pants and underwear off without breaking the kiss, but he pulled back to slip his thumb into your mouth. Wrapping your lips around it, you laved it with your tongue, making sure it was wet like he wanted. Then he pulled his thumb from your mouth and replaced it with his lips, reaching down between your thighs to press his thumb against your clit.

Inhaling sharply, you dropped one of your hands that had been on his shoulders to his wrist, holding it tightly in place. He kept going, and as he moved his lips along your jaw and down to your pulse point, you moaned unabashedly and Gwil stopped his ministrations temporarily. You almost whined, but realized why Gwil had stopped and felt your cheeks heat up.

“Careful, darling. You know I love to hear you, but I can’t say the same for our friends,” Gwil warned with a sweet smile.

“I know. I’ll t-try,” your words caught when Gwil started rubbing your clit slowly again. “Maybe you should fuck me, fuck, from behind so I can keep my head in the pillows.”

Gwil grinned and you shivered because of the look in his eye, “That can be arranged.”

He then flipped you over, and it was all you could do not to squeal in surprise and delight, muffling your laugh with your hand. You were flat on your stomach, but Gwil pulled you so your knees were bent and your ass was in the air. The smooth pillowcase made it hard to grab a pillow for a second, but you got a hold of one and positioned it so you could rest your forearms and your face on it, hoping it would do a good enough job of muffling you. Gwil’s pajama bottoms and briefs hit the floor with a small thud and you felt your heart rate speed up in anticipation.  

You felt Gwil get settled behind you and shook your ass back towards him playfully. Hearing his laugh, next you felt a small sting as he spanked you lightly (not as hard as you both usually liked it, but that was a sacrifice made because of the sound).

Unable to see anything he was doing, you imagined that he was taking a bit of time to jerk himself until he was fully hard. You could feel his opposite hand splayed on your ass, pushing you slightly forward. Then you were totally surprised when you felt warm liquid falling onto your pussy, dripping down to your clit and probably the sheets too. The realization that it was Gwil’s spit made you moan and shift your hips backward, hoping to speed along the process.

Gwil smirked to himself, knowing what you wanted without you saying a thing. He was also happy to know that the pillow was doing a good job of muffling you. Positioning his cock, he swiped it down and up your folds once before slowly entering you, still relishing the feeling of fucking you raw, even months into trying to get pregnant.

Once he bottomed out, he paused long enough for you to shift yourself forward, trying to fuck yourself on his cock with a frustrated groan. Gwil let you get as far forward as you could, about halfway off his dick before he used his hands on your hips to drive yours back into his own. The feeling took your breath away, and you immediately wanted him to do it again.

Nodding frantically, you leaned forward again, and soon the two of you had developed a rhythm that had you whining into the pillow as the pleasure built and built. Gwil was having a hard time keeping quiet as well, one of his hands covering his mouth as he moaned deeply each time your bodies were flush.

As you kept going, you got faster and faster until it was like every breath was being pushed out of you by the thrusts. As far as you could tell, the bed was only creaking when Gwil adjusted how he was kneeling, which kind of sucked because each time he moved even a fraction of an inch, it sent a brand new bolt of pleasure through you.

Gwil shifted his weight and then felt you clench around him, swearing behind his hand at the feeling. Slowing just a little, he dropped his hand and tapped your hip, “How close are you? Numbers.”

You lifted your head to let him know, “7 out of 10, feels so good Gwil.”

“Fuck okay, I’m at an 8, need you to rub your clit for me, okay darling?” he asked and you nodded, shakily shifting one hand underneath your body and he restarted his pace from before.

After only a minute of rubbing tight circles on your clit, you got to the edge faster than you could tell Gwil, but he could tell from the way your pussy was fluttering around his cock and kept doing exactly what he was doing, knowing that was the best way to get you there.

Seconds later, you came, shuddering as your pleasure rippled through you and keening into the pillow even as the feeling took your breath away. Even through all of that, you kept in time with Gwil, wanting him to finish even more than you had wanted to yourself.

As your orgasm started to fade, you raised yourself on your arms and turned back to look at Gwil, saying softly but wantonly, “C’mon Gwil, come for me. Fill me up with your cum, I want it.”

Gwil’s eyes went wide as he came, moans mostly muffled by the hand that was back over his mouth, but you loved watching him come undone and hearing whatever slipped through the cracks. As his orgasm subsided, he pulled out slowly, both of you exhaling deeply as he did.

“Hand me a pillow,” he said quietly, and when you did, he helped you turn onto your back, placing the pillow under your butt to keep your hips lifted.

Then he joined you laying down on the bed, an arm slung across your waist as his head rested next to yours. You turned to face him and kissed him, keeping it soft again.

“Do you think it worked?” you mumbled, sleepily excited.

“I think we should give it a little more than 30 seconds to decide whether or not it did,” Gwil pointed out and you fondly rolled your eyes.

“Always so rational,” you teased before bringing your lips to his again.

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tagging for the length: @riseetothesun @drowseoftaylor @caborhapch @queenlover05 @johndeaconshands @stardust-galaxies @theblossomknows  @buckyluvrs @im-an-adult-ish @sleep-i-ness (unable to tag italics)

[daydreamingintheimpalax]

Unexpected

Prompt: “what happened to your clothes?”  “I think i’m falling in love with you.” “I think ive always known, deep down, i think i’ve always loved you.” 

Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, somewhat detailed sex scene, iunno not much really. 

A/N: Sorry it’s so long, i had this idea and thought it’d be a fun read. Enjoy :)

Dean sat on your bed, mindlessly watching and waiting as you hid in your closet, dress after dress, skirt after skirt flying out, one almost hitting him in the face. He caught it mid air before tossing it down next to him. 

“I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up, its just a few drinks at the bar, Max already knows you, you dont need to impress him, he already likes you.” Dean spoke, watching as you popped out from your closet, three different shirts in your hands.

Dean was your best friend, you had met him and Sam as a child, your fathers had been hunting partners for a few years, always leaving you and the boys at bobby’s to cause trouble for the old man. You could still hear bobby’s voice sometimes, demanding Dean stop influencing you with his schemes. 

His buddy Max had run into him at the bar last week while you guys had stopped in during a hunt and they had caught up for hours, you had connected with Max off the bat, and when he’d asked you out, you were skeptical, see deep down you always knew Dean was your guy, your never ending crush on him had turned into deeper feelings years ago, you tried to deny it for years, and definitely never told him, but when Dean had convinced you to give it a shot, go out on ONE date with a guy he knew and liked, you gave in, never being able to say no to him, i mean, to be fair you hadn’t been with a man in over 2 years and you could use a night out, maybe even some quality time in bed with a good looking guy, plus, Dean trusted him, and that was enough.

“Dean, i haven’t been out with a guy in 2 years, i’m not going out with a guy looking like a swamp monster, first dates are everything, and looking your best can make or break the date.” You huffed, holding out a shirt to him for an opinion, he shook his head, grimacing. 

“First, you never look like a swamp monster, you’re stunning no matter what, you hardly have to work at that, secondly, that’s an old ratty tshirt you stole from me, really?” He pointed at it, now realizing he was right, why the hell you were even suggesting this. It was time to pull out the big guns. You sighed, hiding back into your closet, you had to have something date worthy. 

Dean had popped away, grabbing himself a beer, giving himself a break from outfit advice. You were his best friend and he wanted nothing more than to see you happy, even if it meant trusting Max to take you out on a date. It was one date, it’s not like he was stealing you away forever. He had always had a soft spot for you, you were his first kiss as a kid and he’d looked out for you ever since, and even though he trusted Max, seeing you get all worked up over a guy that wasn’t him still didn’t settle well with him, but he shoved his feelings down and tried to be as supportive as he could. 

He walked back into your room, realizing you were finally working on your makeup, you were slightly bent over your bathroom sink, reaching closer to the mirror as you did your eyeliner, truth be told, he loved when you did that black wing thing, it enhanced your big E/C eyes and drove him nuts everytime. He looked you over, realizing what you finally had chosen to put on, a shorter than he’d like black leather mini skirt, a matching leather shirt thing that looked similar to a bra more than anything. He cleared his throat. 

“What happened to your clothes?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You finish your eyeliner before walking past him, fetching lipstick out of your little makeup bag before making your way back to your bathroom, “What do you mean? Theyre fine.” You spoke, applying your lipstick as he piped up.

“I mean like, where’s the rest of it?” he sassed and you rolled your eyes as you walked back into the room. “It’s not that bad is it? It’s literally all i can find that isn’t covered in holes, old blood or stained monster guts.” You looked down at yourself, smoothing out your skirt. Dean cleared his throat as he eyed you properly, trying hard to calm his way out of a boner. 

“Uh, no, no i’m just teasing, you look incredible.” He smiled, nodding, you shoot him a innocent smile, “Better, Winchester. Much better, right answer.” You shoot him a small wink and he chuckles. He had come a long way on talking to women because of her, she helped him realize as a teenager and a young man that he didn’t need to be vulgar or gross to pick up women and he’d learned a long time ago thanks to her that chivarly was key.

He watched as she put on her coat, Max waiting by the door to take her out, she gave him a little wave as she told him not to wait up, she’d be fine. 

“Be safe, have fun.” He smiled as she walked out the door, his internal groan coming out of his mouth and he kicked himself for being too scared to ever make a move himself. He’d liked her since they were teenagers, but he was too stubborn to do anything, his fathers voice telling him hunter relationships never worked. 

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The night had been a blast so far, you and Max were having a great time chatting, dancing and enjoying each others company at the bar, he was sweet, nice and had a good view on life and hunting. He told you entertaning stories, some even involved moments he and Dean shared as young teenagers hunting together, being boys and trying to get girls, Max pranking Dean. They had a good friendship and you were happy Dean had someone besides you and Sam he could pal around with. 

You had moved to his truck a while ago, the mix of alcohol and pure need affecting you both as you made out like teenagers, the windows began steaming up, it was an unusually warm evening in lebanon and you were thankful you wore this outfit or would have soaked right through it from the heat. 

His hand moved freely on your thigh and you straddled him, his back against the backseat of his pick up with you on his lap, dry humping him like some silly teenage girl who hadn’t had sex yet, you made the first move, desperate to feel a mans touch, it had been so long. 

You yank your top off, nothing but some nipple covers to cover your exposed breasts, Max lets out a soft moan, “Beautiful,” he mumbles while he kisses softly around your skin, he slowly peels off the covers off you and his mouth lands on your nipple and you let out a louder Moan than you want to but it doesn’t seem to bother him. 

Before you know it, your both down to nothing but your underwear, you reach down and pull down his boxers, reaching a hand in and grabbing him and placing him at your entrance, you’re already so turned on you don’t need foreplay tonight, not when you’re this sexually frustrated. 

You sink down on him slowly, and you both moan out, yours comes out as more of a shout, and you begin to move, slowly at first before changing into a soft but faster bounce, he’s making sounds, you know that for fact but you’re so distracted by the feeling of pure pleasure you haven’t felt in so long you aren’t even fully aware of what’s happening, you let out a shout, and before you know what’s happening, it all suddenly just stops.

You come back to reality and notice Max has pushed you off, he’s pulling his pants back on and avoiding your eye. Oh for fuck sakes, you haven’t even came close to your release and Dean set you up with a 2 minute one pump chump. You were going to kick his ass. 

“What’s wrong? are you done already?” you ask, his looks at you, letting out an exasperated huff before licking his lips and shaking his head. “I’m sorry Y/n, i don’t think this is going to work out, besides, you shouldn’t really sleep with a guy if you’re not going to rememember his name.” He scolds, glaring at you before he shoves his shirt on and climbs out the back, you put your skirt and shirt back on, deciding to skip the panties all together.

“Hey! I do remember your name, it’s Max, i’m not stupid!” You yell at him, angry now that he would even suggest that. Max turns to you, glaring, “Oh yeah, then next time maybe you should try screaming my name out and not Dean’s, jesus christ y/n, if you want him that bad just go fuck him, i doubt he’ll say no!” He shouts and you stand frozen. 

“What? Dean?, i didn’t...I don’t-” you stutter, he cuts you off. “It’s kind of obvious y/n, you screamed his name for a reason, you obviously have lingering feelings for him, and im not going to be your pitty fuck.” He sighs, he ushers you into the passenger seat, offering to drive you home in what is the most uncomfortabe, quiet, embrassing drive home ever. 

You slam the bunker door closed, worst date ever. You make your way past Dean and Sam in the library as you try your hardest to avoid them, especially Dean, you were embarassed enough, you didn’t need to face him right now, and you sure as hell hoped Max kept his mouth shut about it too.

“Y/N? That you? “ You hear Dean call out but you avoid answering, flying past them to your room before slamming the door shut. 

Dean’s eyebrows furrow.

“I guess the date didn’t go well then.” Sam speaks out, looking over at Dean. He shrugs, before getting up and walking towards your room

He knocks on the door softly, “Y/n, you okay? did Max do something cause if he did i’ll beat the living crap outta him.” He calls out, he can hear your sniffle, he sighs, before softly opening your door. You’re cuddled up in bed, watching your favorite episode of golden girls as you cry softly. He sighs and heads over, sitting on your bed. 

“Bad date?” He asks and you shrug, “Something like that.” He gives you a soft smile. “Want to talk about it?” He asks and you shake your head. “No, i just wanna forget it.” You speak, he notices you never meet his eye. He nods and agrees to leave it alone, he joins you quietly, watching tv with you but giving you your space. When you finally fall asleep, he goes to bed himself, but not before shooting Max a text. 

“Whatever the fuck you did man, she’s upset, and if i find out you hurt her, i’ll kill you.” 

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It’s two weeks later when things finally come out, you haven’t spoken to Max since that night of your date. The bar is busier than usual, a few more college kids then there usually is but it is spring break, most of them are probably home for the much needed time away from school work. 

Dean is at the pool tables, hussling some airhead jock out of pool money. You watch and laugh when he heads over to you, cash in hand. 

“Ha ha, stupid brainless jocks. Always so much fun seeing how much of daddy’s money i can get out of them.” He chuckles, setting the money back in his pocket. You roll your eyes but smile. Why did you put up with this dork. 

Before you know it, someone is calling out for Dean. “Yo, Dean!” You both turn to spot Max, waving Dean over for a game. You swallow, nervous that the details of your date will come out, you still weren’t fully over it, and you dreaded Dean ever finding out, he’d never let you live it down and he really didn’t need a bigger ego. Luckily Max hadn’t noticed you yet. 

Dean motions he’ll play one round and be right back and you try to give him a smile, dreading this inside. Just don’t ask him about the date, you interally tell him, even though he’s long gone and can’t hear it. 

You sip your drink, asking for another one and you try to keep your cool at those two being in the same room all of a sudden. 

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One game had turned into 4 and before you knew it, the two guys had captured a crowd, some betting on Max and some on Dean. It was becoming a friendly competition between the two boys. 

“Aw come on Max, don’t be a sore loser, i’m sure you can come back from that.” Dean teases, watching as Max lines up his next shot. 

“Easy for you to say Winchester, tell me, do you ever get sick of being a pompous prick?” Max winks at him and Dean smiles, “Eh, Sometimes, but then i remember how fun it is to watch you lose and its all worth it.” Dean chuckles, Max suddenly isn’t in a joking mood and he shoots, it goes in, he gets a few more and Dean’s actually surprised. 

“Not bad, man. You’re getting better.” Dean smirks, “Still no match for me though, i always win.” Dean leans in, takes a shot and gets his last three balls in, He lines up with the 8 ball, looks up at Max, and smirks, then his eyes find you, sitting behind Max a few tables down and he shoots you a wink, before sinking in his ball. Game over. 

Max turns around, realizing who Dean winked at, he turns back around, slamming his pool stick down. “Good game, I’m done, guess you won Dean, you got the money, and the one girl i’ve liked in a really long time, guess you always do win, huh?” He spits out, a bitter tinge to his voice. He scoffs and walks away.

Dean’s suddenly confused, what the hell was he talking about. He looks over at you, you’re watching the television over the bar, no clue what had just happened, he follows Max outside catching him before he reaches his truck.

“Hey! I didn’t get anything, if this is about y/n, you screwed that up on your own, okay? I had nothing to do with that!” Dean shouts. Max laughs and turns to face him. “Oh bullshit Dee, you have everything to do with it!” He sneers, “I really liked her man, she was cool, but like always, Dean Winchester always gets the girl!” He scoffs, making Dean frown, confused. 

“Y/n isn’t mine! she’s my friend, whatever you did to piss her off on your date was your problem, she didn’t tell me what you did but if you wanted her that bad, you had the chance to fix it!”

“REALLY DEE? Tell me, how the fuck would you fix the girl you like screaming your best friends name in bed when shes with you? Huh? How the fuck do i fix her thinkng about you while she’s fucking me?” He swallows, “Man, forget it, you wouldn’t understand, god forbid that ever happened to you.” He spits, before he’s in his truck, driving away. Dean’s still standing there, more confused than ever.

He finally makes it back inside, his eyes roaming around for you. He finds you in the same spot, the female bar tender chatting with you and making you laugh. Your eyes find him, beckoning him over and he moves.

He finally reaches you and you smile, “I got you another beer. How did the game go? You disappeared.” You ask, and he stares at you, he finally pipes up, and your heart sinks. Oh no. Please no.

“Max seemed very upset when he saw you, what happened on your date again? Why didn’t you ever go out with him again?” He asks, you take a sip of your beer and shrug. “I dunno, he wasn’t my type, just didn’t work out.” You bite your lip, hoping to god he lets this go, you don’t need to relive that embarassing moment. 

He nods, taking a drink of his own beer, “Okay, so he just wasn’t your type, that’s all? It had nothing to do with you screaming my name in the middle of sex?” He calmly points out and you nearly choke on your beer, spitting beer across the bar table, everyone close by stares at you, you turn red, apologizing and grabbing napkins to clean up your mess. 

You turn and face Dean, “He fucking told you!” Dean raises an eyebrow, “In a not so nice way, so it’s true? You really did?” He smirks and you bury your face in your hands, “Oh god...” You call out and when you look back up Dean’s cheesy grin is staring back at you, “Actually, apparently it’s Oh Dean.”

You throw a nice solid punch into his shoulder before you run out of the bar, “Y/n...y/n wait!” Dean calls out but you’re already half way across the bar and out the door. He throws down some cash and chases after you, catching you half way down the road.

“Y/n...” He calls out, “Just leave me alone Dean, i knew you would use this against me, i knew it. You’re a jerk.” You wipe away a tear, he finally reaches you and grabs your arm, turning you to face him. 

“Hey, i didn’t mean to upset you, i’m sorry, i just, i was surprised, that’s all.” He sighs, “Why didn’t you just tell me? I thought Max was the one who hurt you or something.” He speaks softly and you sniffle. 

“it’s embarassing, i didn’t even know i did it, i was so into it and then he just stopped, for a second i thought he’d already, you know, i was disappointed then we got into an argument about it and he took me home.” You shrugged. 

Dean nodded, he was quiet for a while, and then he spoke, revealing something that made even you question if you were drunk.

“I uh, i guess i wasn’t expecting to hear that, and i guess i got a little excited cause iunno i just, i think i’m falling in love with you, and when Max told me i just uh, i guess i was hopeful that maybe it meant you felt the same.” He swallows before going quiet, watching your reaction carefully. 

You nodded, frowning as you realised you weren’t dreaming, Dean loved you, Dean Winchester loved you.

“I think i’ve always known, Deep down, i think i’ve always loved you.” You shrug, “Every since we shared our first kiss, i think part of me has loved you ever since.” You smile, finally meeting Dean’s eyes, the grin on his face tells you all you need to know, this man is crazy about you, always has been.

“oh yeah?” He smiles, reaching out to grab you, you chuckle, leaning up and placing a slow, deep kiss on his lips.

“Yeah, what can i say, you’re just my type.” You smirk and Dean laughs. 

“Well then, why don’t we get back home and i’ll give you a real reason to scream my name.” He smirks, leaning down quite a bit to place wet warm kisses along your exposed neck. 

“You’re never going to let me live that down are you?” You roll your eyes, he meets them and a sexy grin appears on his face. 

“Not a chance.” 

[godlydolans]

Gray and his inexperienced gf having early morning sex. Theyre always intimate always holding eachother hands holding eachother close but this particular morning was after a bad argument when he wakes up he cant help but not toshow you how sorry he is. It becomes so intense mid orgasm you start to tear up and he just holds you into his chest as you sob all your emotions from last night out while hes soothing you still inside you.

The sun was barely out, the clock on the nightstand displaying the time 7:12am. You usually hated waking up this early. Grayson loved it though and he usually let you sleep in until 8 before coming in to coax you awake.

Today wasn’t that case though.

He’d woken you up even before seven with feathery kisses along your neck, going down your shoulders and his hard on pressing against your ass. That was some time ago.

The only sounds your ears could pick up this early in the morning were the cocooing of the birds that had built a nest in one of the trees on the property and the sound of the headboard hitting against the wall in sync with every hard thrust Grayson drove into your heat. His breaths tingled your neck as he lay deep kisses there, his arms holding onto the headboard above your heads, your legs locked around his waist as he sank in and out of you at a torturously slow pace.

Only last night, you both had gone to bed mad at each other and here you were, losing yourself to his touch to the point where you couldn’t even recall what the blasted fight was about. Grayson always stole your breath away everytime you had sex, but this morning, something was different. He had never been this gentle before, yet his thrusts had never been this deep before.

“You’re killing me,” He breathed against your lips, eyes boring into your own as he bottomed out, making your eyes go wide and a gasp to tear through your lips as his hard cock pressed against one delicious spot. And then he began to grind on you, his hips rotating making his cock drive even deeper than he was before. It was too much, your hands pressed against his broad shoulders as you tried to push him.

“You’re in too deep, you’re in too deep,” Your gasps made him pull out half way before he sheathed himself back in, effortlessly finding your spot again and he began hitting it with every thrust. Your moans sounded heavenly to his ears, he brought his hands down to your wrists and pinned them down over your head. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna-“

Your words were cut off by your own gasp as Grayson suddenly leaned down, letting your hands go as he propped himself on his forearms. Every inch of his skin was touching every inch of yours and his fingers curled into the sheets as he pumped in and out, in and out until you were sure all you could see and all you could feel was him. He was everywhere. Your fingers dun into the flesh of his back, driving a grunt out of him as he continued the relentless rhythm.

“Please cum,” You pleaded, your body strung tight as pleasure built and built until you felt like you would explode. “I can’t take anymore.”

His skin was flushed, his chest glistening with sweat. Everytime he drove into you, he made sure to grind on your clit until your legs began to shake around him. “Cum for me then,”

You looked him straight in the eyes before whispering, “Cum in me and make me cum.”

He couldn’t tell you what that sentence did to him. All you knew was that you’d driven him to the edge with those words. Grayson’s eyes flashed as he picked up pace, the headboard going back to hitting the wall with the force of his thrusts. “You want me to cum in your pussy, baby?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, tears making your view of him blurry as you held onto him for dear life. “Cum in me and make me cum.”

“Fucking hell, I’m gonna give you what you want!” Grayson’s head was thrown back, the veins standing in his neck as hot curses spilled past his lips. You pushed up and placed your lips over those veins, leaving open mouthed kisses. That’s when you felt it.

The delicious pulsing of his bare cock deep in your core, spilling hot spurts of his release deep within you and the tears you were holding back, spilled over along with your own orgasm stealing your breath away.

Your legs were shaking uncontrollably around his waist and goosebumps erupted on your entire body as you experienced what most definitely was the longest orgasm of your life. The only thing you could do was hold onto him and let him finish inside you. Grayson finally finished and slumped against you, his hands uncurling from the sheets and wrapping around your waist.

He held you close, his lips leaving soft kisses on your collarbone as he soothes your still trembling body. “Fuck, what was that? I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“That was magic,” you breathed, finding it hard to catch your breath with Grayson still buried deep inside you. Grayson laughed, pulled himself back up on his forearms too look at your face. He wiped the tears from your cheeks. A deep kiss on your lips and then some on your cheeks, trailing down your neck until a pert nipple was in his mouth.

“Fuck yeah, it was.”

A few minutes passed of you two trailing your fingers down each other’s bodies, kissing any part of each other you could reach when Grayson carefully pulled his now soft shaft out of you and got up to go to the bathroom. He returned with a damp wash cloth and your cheeks turned hot when he cleaned you between your thighs. The warm cloth felt amazing against your sensitive lips until he applied pressure on your clit and you jolted away.

“Na-uh, my coochy is off limits until further notice.” You warned with a playful glare his way, to which he just smirked.

“You’ve never cried from an orgasm before.” He observed, pulling you back in his arms and covering both of your bodies with his white duvet.

“I’ve never felt anything that intense before.” You admitted, kissing his chest where you laid your head. “Feeling you cum inside me without any barrier was,”

“Indescribable.” Grayson finished for you. His fingers carded through your hair as he planted a kiss on top of your head. “I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven.”

“You were amazing.”

“Nah, it was all you, baby.” Grayson tilted your chin up to take your lips in a gentle kiss. “You made it special.”

[plush-rabbit]

What headcanons you have in request box actually? I'm really curious lol. Have nice day btw, I love your work!!!!!

Okay, so usually I put some in a doc and then like figure it out from there so if you've sent one in and haven't seen it, don't worry, it'll be done and added once I make a dent lmao. These are also a mix of hc and fics. Some I'm like part way through so ye

There also might be some that I might not do because its vague, like I'm given just the prompt and I don't know what to do with it or there's just no ideas that come to mind so I really am sorry.

Upcoming ones:

Met with Dia and he said “how else will you please me?” And I think it awoke something in me?? Can I request Diavolo with a bashful innocent MC and him just laying back and letting her have his way with him? But of course he’s a total dom so he’s gonna take control but just has a little fun letting her take the reins to start with? Hi. I just found your stuff and you write so well for Obey Me. Could I request a fic with Barbatos and a female MC? Maybe she's staying at the palace for whatever reason and when he goes to his room he hears her moaning his name so he checks on her but she's sleeping. The next day he hints that she must've had a good dream much to her dismay. That night he goes to her room and she's awake and they end up sleeping together. With some praise and maybe even some tail action. Thank you! Can I please get a uuuhhh possessive/borderline yandere Leon please :3c maybe it’s after a big match for her and everyone’s fawning over her and he steals her away and reminds her that she’s his? 💕✨ I saw those headcanons where Jin and Shigaraki became parental or sibling figures to the reader sooooooo how about headcanons of a fem!reader being a mother figure to the league? Just an ordinary citizen in her late twenties until she met the LOV unexpectedly, during the time where the league had to hide and the reader's place is conveniently open (then again I'm sure they'd bust in if it wasn't) and she didn't rat them out. This happened quite a lot of times to the point where the reader is used to it by now and just lets them in, even if they weren't hiding from anyone and just wants to stay for the night. When she got closer to the league, she starts to show care and love for them in a way a mother would the reader isn't a member of the league, but they already consider her as family :'D I just really want them to get care and love since they've been through so much Last week I literally sat down and read your writing for like an hour and a half LOL It’s just really good and I love your characterization! I was wondering if I could request Twice and Shigaraki with an s/o who tries to be cute and surprise them by wearing their clothes when they return from a mission but maybe the clothes are a bit too snug cuz they’re a little pudgy :( could also be nsfw if you’re ok with that!! Thank you so much 💜💜 I like the Lucky!Cat!reader hc. Could you do some for the LOV, with a Male Cat s/o? Thank you! You're the best!! I've been obsessing about flowers and their meanings or what they symbolize soooooo. How would the LOV react to their s/o giving them a certain flower and then finding out what the flower means/symbolizes? Hope this passes! It's a request for OM. Can I have headcanons of the brothers + Diavolo (if you don't mind) of their s/o dancing "Paradise Lost" by GAIN? Provided you a link to the video for reference 😁: https://youtu.be/4i32ANEa5mk Headcanons where the LOV has an s/o whose like a literal ball of sunshine. Always happy and bubbly, smiling and laughing, they just seem to epitome of joy. Until one day, they just break down, being so emotionally drained from different factors that they can keep up the act of being happy anymore Last week I literally sat down and read your writing for like an hour and a half LOL It’s just really good and I love your characterization! I was wondering if I could request Twice and Shigaraki with an s/o who tries to be cute and surprise them by wearing their clothes when they return from a mission but maybe the clothes are a bit too snug cuz they’re a little pudgy :( could also be nsfw if you’re ok with that!! Thank you so much 💜💜 hey!! hru? i have a question do you think shigaraki would like a threesome? what if his s/o didn’t want one bc she’s like possessive of him (in a non toxic way) hey plush, can you do a reader x Shiggy and Dabi whos crying to them/grabbing their shirts and burring themselves into shiggy and dabi/ about their verbally abusive ex, how theyre so different from them, so much nicer and softer, how they(the reader) never thought they could be loved or deserved kindness? its been one of those days, i just need some comfort. thank you♡ heyy!! ^^ can i request some headcanons for hawks reacting to his female s/o belly dancing for him? :3 Heyo this is beetle juice anon idk if u remember me I’m the person who said shiggy sounds like beetle juice, I swear I couldn’t get that thought out of my head so can I request shiggy and reader getting hit by a quirk that forces them to do a musically ( idk I just want shiggy to sing honestly lmaoooo) idk maybe both of them being shocked that both of them can sing hey, i absolutely adore your writing! i love going through all your work, they’re my comfort fics! 💞 i was wondering if you would mind writing something for tomura with an s/o who is insecure about her body and how skinny she is? she feels too flat, like she doesn’t have enough curves or that she’s grown into her body enough and it makes her feel less of a woman, that tomura could do better. and it makes her anxious when it comes to initimacy and being exposed to him because in her eyes he’s so perfectly handsome and she just feels inadequate... it’s something i’ve had to deal with pretty much my entire life, getting called names like stick insect and coat hanger, but lately it’s been eating away at me more and more. you can totally ignore this if you feel uncomfortable writing about this stuff, though! 💕 So, like. Hear me out. What if, with Bakugou and Dabi (separate) : MC is super innocent and cute, blushes at the slightest flirt, and “doesn’t get” dirty jokes, but as soon as they’re alone with their s/o? They are the kinkiest most vulgar bottom they’ve ever seen. Nipples pierced, collar under the turtleneck, chain strung between the piercings and the collar, all out kinda slut. The duality of man. (Gender neutral) Hello so may i request shigaraki with a s.o whos warm loving and protective and very innocent basically a s.o whos like mitsuri kanroji both personality and look wise Female pronouns,maybe they are out on a date getting ice cream and the s.o is so happy shiggy came, they hold hands and people start giving him odd looks only for her to stand up to the bullies who are saying things about shigaraki, it ends with her kissing him infront of everyone to prove a point,and when the get home she tells him she doesnt care what people think and makes love to him topping hin while telling him all the reasons she fell inlove with him,(omg im so sorrry its so long if you have tpo many requests or dont like the idea please tell me) hey, i absolutely adore your writing! i love going through all your work, they’re my comfort fics! 💞 i was wondering if you would mind writing something for tomura with an s/o who is insecure about her body and how skinny she is? she feels too flat, like she doesn’t have enough curves or that she’s grown into her body enough and it makes her feel less of a woman, that tomura could do better. and it makes her anxious when it comes to initimacy and being exposed to him because in her eyes he’s so perfectly handsome and she just feels inadequate... it’s something i’ve had to deal with pretty much my entire life, getting called names like stick insect and coat hanger, but lately it’s been eating away at me more and more. you can totally ignore this if you feel uncomfortable writing about this stuff, though! 💕 could we get a fem reader cock warming Dabi throughout the night and get morning sex >//< // ik youre a busy bee so dont feel obligated to rush or anything, take ur time plushie!♡ can we please get a shiggy x reader and the reader asks him to teach her how to game and she ends up being better than him and whatnot (inspired by that “a simple wager”) fic (if you ever decide to make a sequel to that i will ve DECEASED Can I request a sub shigaraki with a mommy kink getting pegged by the reader ( I just want to make him beg and cry honestly) reader is a female Omh give us noncon/somno w scary eraserhead plsss / aizawa and aphrodisiac smut pwease ( ；∀；) Overhaul and Chrono punishing quirkless reader for being an undercover reporter/agent but like orgasm denial... (Idk if you write this stuff but anyways do it if you want have a nice night) Can I request something like “Peaches and Cream” but with Piers instead? I know you’re busy with other requests, so don’t worry if you don’t have time for this one! I love love your writing!!! Hello beautiful can I just say how amazing ur writing is loll, can I request shigaraki having a crush on the reader and she knows about it, like one day shiggy just goes to her room when there on a mission and just steals her stuff and humps her pillows, but she has cameras in her room so she saw everything, long story short she shows him the videos and humiliates him (shiggy of course a mess and is close to crying from how embarrassing that is, lowkey turned on ) the reader takes care of him ( sorry I’m really bad at endings 🙏🏻😅) the reader pegs him until he’s a crying mess. By the way the reader is a female and shigaraki is a sub has a mommy kink and the reader is dom of that’s ok of course I love your writing!! May I ask for Diavolo x F!Reader with borderline disorder? 👉👈.. Lately it has been very difficult for me to deal with this alone and Diavolo is mine comfort character.. (NSFW Talk, If your a minor..then why are you even reading this?? Get off this 18+ page?? Anyways-). I am a huge sucker for overstimulation, biting and crying, (many of my past partners have called me a sadist-) and I just 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 the idea of Tamaki’s cute face streaming with tears and drool as Male Reader vigorously overstims the fuck out of him. And he would look so 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 with his mouth gaping open in a silent scream of overwhelming pleasure because M!Reader gave his sensitive dick a handjob while he roughly railed Tamaki’s pretty little ass. (While abusing the fuck out of his G Spot, of course). I can just imagine him squirming and begging for mercy while M!Reader lovingly wrecks his body, taking him hard & fast in multiple different positions with each one making Tamaki wail with pleasure. He’s just so adorable, I just wanna see him get 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝~ Lusty ❤︎ -Anon. Bonus Points if you could have M!Reader be super fuckin tall, muscular, strong and also be absolutely PACKING. (This man has a godly dick, and it’s honestly a surprise Tamaki can take it so well without literally breaking in half) ahhhh hewwo could you maybe write something with dbd ghostface going full apotheosis for his crush? as in,, he starts to elevate her to a status of divinity and even when she's just cowering in fear in front of him or conversely stabbing him and causing him lots of pain he just keeps viewing her as some sort of deity and  can't stop obsessing over her and wanting more from her

Again. I deeply apologize for not doing some. I wish I could, but (and this is not to guilt trip any of yall or anything, I understand that it'll sound like that it but it ain't it) sometimes the work I put into something and the feedback I get is sometimes not it. Like I'll work hard and get nothing and listen, I get it, its fanfic, there's a bit more stigma to it rather than art but yeah. Its a ramble, and basically, I don't wanna put work into something that I'll only get a few likes on. So yeah. Agains this isn't guilt tripping, I get it. I'm a consumer of it and I get the gist of it but yeah. More thoughts later, when I can properly sit and write as I am currently in a home depot 

[bbugyu]

ALSO before I sleep I wanted to leave you with a thought

Poly relationship with Seokmin and Shua.

Interesting combo right?

You see, with this combo it’d all fun and games and everyone relatively equal in the relationship.

Until it’s sexy time.

BRING OUT THE SOFT DOMS. Shua would want Seokmin to go first with you bc he likes it when you’re already shaking as he lays gentle touches across your body, having a soft smile on his face as he slowly fucks you and makes Seokmin watch until he gets hard again before he sweetly asks you to suck of our baby boy Seokmin. And seeing that Joshua likes fashion, he’d def give you guys outfits he’d want to see you in. If you Guys wanted to take control? He’s down, and will give into anything you guys ask with enough coaxing since he lives to make the both of y’all happy, though he’ll off course try to act like it’s not affecting him as much as it does.

Ok goodnight

i literally have to lay down for this hang on my brain is like *static noises* at the idea i cant believe you've done this

okay okay okay hold on all i can think abt is that one video where seokmin wins a game and shua just moved the ball so he didnt win and then goes "nike nike nike nike" and claps repeatedly so they would have to cut the scene and the way seokmin looks at him is SOOO BSBABSJSBJSSBBX OR when they were throwing stuff onto the pillow to see who would have to clean the practice room??? and they made seokmin shut his eyes and josh throws and misses so he just fucking RUNS UP AND THROWS IT ON and CELEBRATES??? LIKE HE DID IT????? BUT SEOKMIN SAW HIM CHEAT????? THEYRE THE FUNNIEST CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE HOW FUNNY BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH THEM WOULD BE???? THE TWO FUNNIEST MEN ON THE PLANET????? GODDDDD DONT MAKE ME WRITE THIS PLEASE GOD DO NOT I DONT HAVE THE MENTAL CAPACITY THEY ARE SOOO ODNNDNSNDNC

alright sexy time *deep breath* i can do this

the idea of josh wanting seokmin to go first makes me *screams while biting fist* but GODDDD please a spit roast oh my GOD i also think these two in particular would be like. super into just. making you lose your mind by overwhelming you with affection and touches like.. ur sitting on joshua's lap and he's teasing your nipples and kissing your neck and whispering how good you are in your ear and you can feel his teeth at your pulse all while seokmin is holding your legs open making you while and moan so pretty GGGJDHFFNN!!!!!!!!! IM SORRY I LITERALLY!!!!!! I WANT TO TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY I WANT TO KEEP WRITINNG THISS AND AMSNMMMDNDN IM REALLY TRYIG G BUT I... . IMM ..... I WANT THIS SO BAD IM GONNA SCREAM I LITERALLY WOULD DIE IN THIS COMBO I WOULD DIE godfngggkgkmnnmm

[cal-puddies]

that’s the beauty of a secret || calum hood

another installment of pierced!sos because @kindahoping4forever and i couldn’t stop ourselves one day. I hope you all enjoy this.

Calum got his nipples pierced because he wanted to. It was a last minute decision he made while you were out of town and he was quite happy with it. He never bothered to tell you about it though. 

Ash asked him to accompany him for another tattoo, but Cal couldn’t decide on one. He hadn’t thought ahead like Ash had. 

It’d been a simple joke, “what if I just got my nipples pierced?” He laughs. 

But Ash gives him that look that said he knew better, “it’s your body man, do what you want.” He shrugs. 

And that was more than enough for Cal. Ash gets sat in his chair and Cal stands by and taps his feet, waiting for the piercer to call his name.

He’s happy when he sees it's a burly guy, and not some pretty little thing in tight jeans, because it might get awkward, and even more so when he has to tell you about it later. He wasn’t even sure how you’d react, he’d never really said anything about wanting it done. 

He chose barbells because he didn’t want to deal with the irritation of rings until he could get used to it. 

He climbs in the chair and takes his shirt off.

The piercer gets ready, getting the jewelry out and the alcohol wipes and sterilized needles. He sits and wheels his stool over. 

“Trainspotting, nice.” He comments, noticing the tattoos. He pulls the gloves on and starts touching Cal’s chest, checking his nipples. Cal fidgets, and the piercer notices. “You’ve got tattoos, this shouldn’t hurt any more or less.” He assures him, “now, what’s the orientation you want? Up and down or across?”

“Across.” Cal says confidently, and even though this situation isn’t even slightly sexual, he’s having a hard time. You’ve been gone a week and he misses you being at home in bed, and his body is reacting. 

Ash comes by, his tattoo done, and he smirks at Cal fidgeting. “Hold it together mate,” he laughs. 

Cal shoots him a look, Ash knows this must be torture for him. 

“Alright, you ready?” The piercer asks and Cal nods. “I need your nipples hard so I’m gonna Ice them.” He warns. 

There’s a snort that leaves Ash, Cal shoots him a look. 

He jolts when the piercer ices his left nipple “breath in,”  and then before he knows it, it’s pierced, the needle sticking through his nipple while the piercer gets the bar ready. He quickly pushes it through and pushes the needle out. And then he’s moving onto the right nipple. He ices it, “breath in.” And then the right one is pierced too. He pushes the jewelry through. “Alright check em out.” He says. 

Cal gets up and looks in the mirror, he instantly likes them, even though they definitely hurt. 

“Alright, so, 4-6 weeks before theyre healed enough to play with so tell your boyfriend to keep his paws off.” He warns. 

“Not my boyfriend.” Cal interrupts. 

“Or girlfriend… paws off for at least that long, full heal time is typically 12 months. Salt rinses twice a day for 2 weeks then a gentle antibacterial soap is fine. Blood or excretion is normal for that first two weeks but after that come back to me or see your doctor… any questions?” 

“No… I think you covered it.” He assures him. 

“Ok, well here’s some salt to get you started and some anti bac cream, and instructions. My name and number are on there if something comes up.” He clamps Cal’s shoulder and walks him out front to pay. 

“You wanna get dinner?” Ash asks as they walk to his car. 

Cal nods, though all he really wants is to go home and call you so he can hear your voice and jerk off like he desperately needs to now. 

“You gonna Tell her?” Ash asks as they order dinner.

“No… not at first. I’ll wait till she’s home and they’re healed.” He shrugs. 

“Where is she?” Ash asks. 

“She’s got 2 more weeks in New York for work, and then she’s gonna go home for a couple weeks to see her family, some sort of reunion.” Cal shrugs. 

“She didn’t want you to meet the fam?” 

“She didn’t want to bring me around her younger cousins.” He explains, “I’ve met her parents and brothers.” 

“Can’t believe you fuckin did it brov.” Ash laughs. 

“Eh… I’ve been thinking about it… but I gotta be gettin home mate, I owe her a FaceTime tonight.” 

“Yeah yeah… it’s nothing to do with the fact that that piercer was all over your nipples. I saw you squirm.” He teases. 

Cal just rolls his eyes. But Ash takes him home. He gets Duke out and takes his laptop to his room. 

He strips his pants off and leaves his T-shirt on with his underwear before he gets situated on the bed. He gets the ‘I’m ready’ text from you. And he starts the call. 

“Hey, pretty girl.” He greets, and you immediately know what kind of mood he’s in just from the slightly sultry tone in his voice and his use of pretty girl. 

“Hey handsome! I miss you.” You grin. 

“I miss you too, pretty girl, like a lot.” 

“Oh were having one of those calls tonight.” You chuckle. 

“If it’s ok?” Cal murmurs, watching you already getting up to move to the bed in your hotel room. 

“Oof, more than ok Cal.” You sit on the bed and get yourself comfortable. He watches as you pull his t shirt you were wearing to bed off. 

“You’re just moving this right along, aren’t ya?” He teases. 

“Sorry it’s late here and I’m a little tired.” You laugh. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t realize how late it was until Ash and I were having dinner.” He smiles at you. 

“What’d you guys do?” 

“I just went with him to get a new tattoo.” Cal shrugs, he watches your face light up. “I didn’t get one, before you ask. I didn’t have time to think on what I wanted and I promised someone I’d let my next one be something they picked.” You pout at him, “don’t pout I can’t kiss that bottom lip.” He groans. He moves his arm across his chest to grab his drink and he’s reminded of the piercing he’d gotten a few hours before. He lets out a little sigh, “you know how empty this bed is without you?” He asks. 

“Yeah I’ve spent plenty of nights in it alone.” You smile. 

“You’re gone more than I am!” He contests. 

“Yes, but me being able to be gone also means I get to be out on tour whenever we want.” You remind him. 

He watches as you settle back and start touching your body, running your hands up over your stomach, grabbing your breasts. He pulls his cock out and reaches across the bed to grab your hand cream. 

“Cal that shits expensive!” 

“I’ll buy you more, c’mon babe, it smells like you.” He explains, putting some in his hand, closing the top and tossing it on the bed. He rubs it in a little and then grabs his cock, “will you take your panties off for me?” He asks. And you will because you’d do anything for him. He watches as you lift your hips and push them down, sitting back to spread your legs. He lets out a soft groan, “touch yourself for me pretty girl.” 

He grins as you really get into it for him, pressing two fingers in. “Cal.” You moan, and he listens to your little whimpers. 

“Fuck…” Cal groans, he’s getting close, you can tell by his own sounds. 

“Someone was already worked up.” You smirk. 

“Just thinking about you… fuck, I’m close darlin.” He admits, he kinda likes the secret too. Something to surprise you with later. 

“I know handsome, I’m trying.” 

“Don’t rush yourself, enjoy it for us.” 

You watch his other hand tangle in his shirt as he gets ready to cum. “Cum for me, baby.” You encourage him.

“Fuck fuck fuck, darlin.” He grunts, and you watch his cum spurt, “so fuckin good for me.” He moans. “Keep going baby, I’ll be right back.” He promises. 

While he’s gone you lay on your stomach, so your hand is caught between the bed and your body. It’s only a view of your face for Cal, but he’d care more that the orgasm was good than being able to see everything. 

He’s in a clean shirt and shorts when he comes back, but he can see the lust in your eyes. “C’mon pretty girl, make yourself cum for me.” He hums. “So pretty when you’re like this for me.” 

“Cal.” You whine, looking at him. “Close.” 

“I know beautiful, wish I could be there to clean you up.” He smirks

“Fuck.” You groan. 

“That’s it pretty girl, little bit more.” He encourages. 

“Cal, cal.. fuck cal.” You whine. He watches your hand grip the bedspread as you moan for him, and then your body relaxes and you look up at him with a sleepy smile. You lay there and watch him for a few minutes, he’s doing the same to you. “I’m gonna go clean up.” You whisper. 

“I’ll be here… sing you to sleep?” He asks. 

“I’d love that.” You admit, sitting up. You’re gone for a short time and when you return, in just his shirt, you snuggle into the bed and lay on your side, he does the same and duke comes up to cuddle with him. “Hi duke!” You grin. Cal waves his little paw at you. “I have one question before you sing to me.” You say, and Cal nods, “what’s with the shirt? You didn’t even take it off for me.” 

“I had a big dinner with Ash, not my best look.” He laughs, you shake your head and roll your eyes. “What do you wanna hear my love?” He asks. 

“Surprise me.” You yawn. “I love you Calum.” You whisper. 

“Love you.” You hums, before falling into a song he knows you love.

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[headoverjojo]

Please give me some wholesome Fugo content I beggign you... Like lets imagine he and his fem s/o are both 20+ years old but are still virgins somehow and when they try to have sex for the first time its really gentle and innocent but also kind of awkward since theyre both inexperienced as hell (´• ω •`) ♡

Hi there darling!! Awwwww such a wholesome request :,) Sure thing!! I hope you’ll like it :3

Pannacotta Fugo and his s/o’s first experience

(Of course, as the dear anon specified, Fugo is 21+, so noooooo minors here, absolutely not!!!

This said, under the cut for n/sfw contents!)

You smiled, when Fugo approached you, reassuring. This was something you both wanted since long; it had been a long path, but it had been necessary to reach those levels of comfort and relax in this situation.

Your smile grew wider, when he started to softly kiss your face, as he had done the first times he felt comfortable enough to indulge in this king of cuddles with you. For Fugo it had been a long way, as, due to his past experiences, he wasn’t so fond even of the thought of intimacy with someone else. He had needed time and support, to slowly overcome it, to have, instead of abuses, a positive and healthy approach to intimacy near the person he loved. And now, after a lot of tender and slow nights spent cuddling, softly exploring each other’s body, exchanging reassuring words and sweetly fueling the desire for each other, you were here, both ready for the next step.

From your forehead and cheeks, Fugo proceeded to kiss your lips, sweetly, tenderly, gently holding your face into his hands. You melted into that sweet kiss, softly tangling your fingers in his locks to keep him near, impossibly near. Every time one of you broke the kiss to take a breath, he murmured on your lips that he loved you, how beautiful you were, how soft and sweet your lips and body were… and, when he proceeded to pepper your neck with kisses while slowly undoing your bra, your heart started to drum faster. You just hoped to do everything as you should… all in all, it was your first experience and, even if you knew how it all worked, feeling it in first person was something else. Like he was feeling your agitation, your boyfriend lifted his head, looking into your eyes.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked, cupping your cheek with his warm hand. You couldn’t help but to smile at his patience. How much he had changed from the wary young man you first had knew…

“No… I was just, well… it’s stupid, but… I was worried to do something wrong…” you tried to explain, feeling like you were making a fool of yourself. Fugo’s chuckle was sheepish and you could see that he was nervous as well. You feel contaged by this sudden chuckle and you had to hide your giggles in his palm. Well, it was being useful… you were feeling less nervous the more you were giggling.

“I feared it too… but you know what, amore? In the end, if we’re together, we can’t do anything wrong.” he said, when the giggle fit was finally fading. You took a deep breath, nodding at his words. He was right… there was nothing to fear.

And so, more boldly than how you were feeling, you finished to take off your bra and you laid down, offering your bare upper body to his gaze. Your cheeks burned when you felt his eyes growing hungry the more they roamed on your figure. You were starting to get worried, however, when you didn’t hear a word from him. Was there something wrong…?

“You’re gorgeous.” his breathy declaration and his lips on your throat were the answer you were waiting for. It was going all well…

You whimpered in surprise, when he wandered down, on your breasts. His kisses were hot and humid and you felt like you were melting where he was kissing. You had to bite hard your lower lip when his tongue grazed your already hardened nipples, feeling a sort of electric wave that ran down to pool on your still covered core.

When he took your nipple in his mouth, however, you couldn’t restrain a small jerk that startled him; his head snapped up, his eyes, widen for surprise, lust and fear to have done something wrong, immediately searched for yours.

“Is it all ok?” he asked, hesitantly. You smiled a little, nodding, reassuring. You were touched by how caring he was being…

“Yeah… It was just… surprising. Pleasantly surprising.” your smile mirrored on Fugo’s lips, and you couldn’t help but to swallow, when you saw his eyes darkening again with lust and desire. You never felt so wanted, both spiritually and physically… it was weird, but not in an uncomfortable way. You felt your low abdomen ache more and more, growing needy and impatient at every second you were being untouched. You wanted his hands on you, his soft kisses…

You wanted everything.

And, when his lips were on yours again and his fingers where ghosting on your belly, slowly drawing down, you murmured it on his mouth, that you wanted everything, that you loved him so, so much, that it was all fine and he hadn’t to restrain himself.

You muffled a whimper in his mouth, when he finally gave in and digged his fingers under your panties, gently stroking your clit, sending more shock waves to your core, making your aching be almost unbearable. You tilted a bit your hips, following what your body was, to meet more his fingers, to have more friction. He stopped and looked at you, surprised by your action, and you deeply blushed, a bit embarrassed.

“S-sorry… it was too… pleasant…” you explained, looking everywhere but at him. Oh god, this was embarrassing… when you found the courage to look at him again, you noticed that his cheeks were dusted in red as well. A smile tugged the corners of your lips, until you huffed a small laugh, gently bringing him down to give him another sweet kiss, caressing his cheeks. How dared he to be so cute in a moment like this…

“So we… can we go on…?” he asked, hesitant, when he broke the kiss. You nodded, swallowing again, reading in his eyes the same desire and ache that were filling you. You didn’t want anything more than this, right now, than being united to him in a deeper way, soul, mind and body, all together. This… was right. You felt it. You wanted to share this experience with him and just him.

“We can go on.” you murmured, staring in his eyes, a small smile on your swollen lips. Yes, you could go on, now.

You were ready.