#He Wanderized him... and now he wants to Wanderize me 😫

[technovillain]

hehe no way otto's va was also major threat in woy.... i can hear it now

[nottsangel]

okay this is my first little idea that i’m sending in so don’t judge if it’s bad😭

but like imagine a love island au and you and theo are pared up and he’s touching you in bed and he’s like talking you thru it but at the same time tilling you to be quiet 😫

— love island au moodboard

“theo… we— we can’t” you whisper urgently, hoping not to wake the other islanders as theo’s hand roams over your body, squeezing your tits before slowly travelling to your aching core. you feel unbearably needy, after not having been touched by anyone else or even yourself in weeks since arriving at the villa. yet, it feels so wrong— mattheo is snoring loudly on the bed next to you, his arms wrapped tightly around his girl, and on the other side, you hear the soft, wet sounds of making out on lorenzo’s bed. but getting caught by your fellow islanders isn’t even the worst part— it’s the microphone you’re forced to wear 24/7 that makes you second-guess everything. it feels so… awkward to let everyone at home hear what you’re doing— to let them hear the filthy words theo’s whispering right into your ear.

“shhh, just let me take care of my girl. i know you’ve been craving for my touch, hm?” he teases, fully aware of how touch-deprived you’ve been, evident by all the little touches you’ve given him throughout the past few days, but too hesitant to take it further. you can’t help but feel yourself become wetter and wetter at theo’s touch, as you instinctively spread your legs a litter wider, inviting him in. “that’s a good girl. gonna make you feel so good.” he murmurs right into your ear, faces merely inches away from each other as you have your arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him while you try to relax.

“tell me what you want.” he demands, his hand cupping your aching cunt and not giving you what you want— no, need, just yet. “i want to feel you, please. need it so bad.” theo chuckles condescendingly, his soft lips attached to your neck as he hungrily sucks on the sensitive skin, marking it with dark hickeys as his body presses intimately close to yours. “you want me to finger you in the same room as the others? while everyone at home can hear your pretty moans? naughty girl.” he taunts, his fingers teasing your clothed pussy, already dripping with arousal as you can only nod eagerly in response, gazing up at him with desperate, pleading eyes.

“please, theo, just— stop with the teasing and make me feel good, please?” you beg desperately, unable to take it any longer as you can feel your pussy throb at his words. he gazes down at you with a mischievous smirk, clearly enjoying how desperate you are for him as he slips his hand into your tight shorts and soaked underwear. “really? it’s this easy to make you wet?” he whispers seductively into your ear, his fingers slick with your arousal as he gently gathers your wetness. “you’re fucking adorable.”

you moan softly at his words, desperation taking over as you place your hand over his, seperated by the thin fabric of your shorts and panties, and push his hand deeper into you. “so desperate, hm? poor thing. let me help you, baby.” he growls, rubbing slow, tantalising circles on your aching clit, causing your lips to part, but no sound escapes. his fingers then wander to your dripping hole, pushing two fingers in at once, causing you to throw your head back at the full feeling. “fuck! theo, just like that!”

he groans at the cute moans slipping from your lips— god, how he wishes it was just you and him here, so he could make you scream his name until your throat hurts. but this is what you’re both dealing with now, and he’ll take whatever he can get. “shhh. you gotta be quiet for me, amore. think you can do that?” you nod obediently, biting down hard on your swollen lip as he starts rhythmically pumping his digits in and out of your soaked hole, and you so desperately hope the others won’t hear the slick, wet sounds coming from your shared bed.

“god, you’re so fucking sexy. do you know how hard it is for me to control myself when you moan right into my ear like this? wish i could take you right here and now, until you cum all over my cock.” his words are only driving you closer to the edge as his fingers curl up so perfectly, rubbing against your sweet spot, making you dig your sharp nails into his arm. “oh my god, right there!” his skilful fingers quicken as his soft lips captures yours in a passionate kiss in an attempt to silence your moans, knowing you’re close to the your release.

his other hand moves towards your tits, squeezing them firmly and toying with your hardened nipples, and that’s when you lose it— your orgasm hits you unexpectedly as you moan right into his mouth and arch your back, all your muscles tensing as your legs tremble uncontrollably. “that’s it, baby. there you go.” theo whispers soothingly, talking you through your orgasm as you slowly come down from your intense high. your chest heaves up and down, heart pounding wildly, when suddenly draco’s stern voice from the other side of the room causes you to flinch, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “so, are you guys done now? people are trying to sleep.”

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[legalmente-loca]

can u do a "sick day" with dean winchester x reader but in a kinky way U KNOW like dean s1 e12 PLEASE 😫😫😫😫😫

Oh, I see you, I know what you are😏 A Dean moaning pathetically for you at your command!🫡

Prompts: Sick Day.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+, smut, Dean being sick, I WANNA RIDE

You placed the back of your hand on his forehead and sighed.

“You’re hot.”

You put the cloth back into the water and then wrung it out and placed it on his forehead.

“I know.” He said with a lopsided smile, his eyes narrowed.

“It’s not funny, Dean.”

“I’m not laughing, doll.”

“No, ‘cause you are too weak for that.” You said as you grabbed another damp cloth and gently ran it over his face.

He purred and closed his eyes as you wiped down the cloth. You’d be lying if you didn’t say you weren’t worried about him. Dean had been in this state for three days now and the fever didn’t seem to go down.

You had taken off his shirt so you could wet his chest with cold water.

“Doll…” he trembled.

“It’s okay, it will only last a moment.” You murmured softly as you ran the cloth over his chest.

He opened one eye and looked at you. His gaze wandered to your shirt open to the first two buttons. You leaned down to wash the sweat off the side of his neck and he took the opportunity to get a better view of your cleavage. He raised his hand with difficulty and put it under your shirt.

“Dean…” You said in a warning tone.

“Can’t blame a guy for wanting a bite of her sweet little girl.”

He brought his hand up and cupped a breast through your bra.

“For being sick, you’re still a pervert.”

“I’m not a pervert.” He smiled and bit his bottom lip. “I’m just taking advantage of having a damn pretty personal nurse.”

He tried to laugh, but ended up coughing. You quickly approached him and stroked his hair.

“Relax, Dean. Don’t try hard.”

“I’m fine.” He took my hand and stroked it with his thumb.

“You’re not fine, Dean, you’re sick.”

He snorted and brought my hand up his chest.

“Do you know what would cure me?”

“Dean…”

“You… On top of me.”

He brought your hand to his crotch, rubbing it against his pants. He let out a low moan and you bit your bottom lip.

“I don’t know if it’s good in your sta-“

“Darlin’… Please.” He whispered breathlessly, still slowly rubbing your hand against his crotch, applying pressure lightly.

You watched him, his eyes half lidded, struggling not to close them as he whimpered pathetically.

It wasn’t even two minutes later that you were straddling him, naked, riding him.

“Oh, God, baby-” He stammered, his hands on your hips.

You continued bouncing on his cock, your hands on his chest, feeling his skin burn.

“God, my Dean…” You whimpered.

“You’re so good… My sweet little girl.”

He coughed a little and you stopped your movements, looking at him with concern.

“You okay?” You placed a hand on his forehead. “God, you’re on fire.”

You moved to get off him, but his fingers dug into your hips, stopping your movements.

“No…” He broke off with a cough. “D-don’t stop… P-please…” You swallowed, unsure. “Hey…” He brought a hand to your cheek, making you look at him. “I’m fine, really. I want you to continue bouncing on my cock like the good little girl you are.” You took a deep breath and readjusted yourself before beginning your movements again. “That’s it… My good doll…”

You moaned, increasing your movements. The back of the bed hit the wall at the same time you felt his cock entering your most intimate place.

“God, you feel so good.” You whimpered.

“Not as good as your sweet pussy. So soft… S-so tight…”

You continued bouncing on him faster, leaning forward slightly. His hands moved up to the back of your neck, holding you firmly. Well, as firm as possible in its condition.

“Yes, that-that’s it… squeezing me so good. You were made for me.”

His eyes closed and he moved a hand to your breast, squeezing it lightly.

“Are you close?”

“Oh, I’m so f-fucking close, doll.”

He licked his lips and you ran a hand over his forehead, causing him to moan pathetically.

“After this, you will let me take good care of you.”

“Oh, dear, after this I’ll let you cook me any damn vegetable soup.” He murmured.

You purred and went faster, his head sinking into the pillow beneath him, his hips lifting to make sure he was as deep as possible.

He gave one last deep moan, sinking deep into you and shooting his cum, staining your inner walls as you clenched around him and dug your nails into his hair.

After a few seconds, when your breathing returned to normal, you moved again to get off of him, but he held you, bringing your body closer to him.

“J-just… Stay like this for a while.” He buried his face between your breasts as he hugged you.

You placed a kiss on his head as you stayed close and he purred, his body radiating heat, too much, but you didn’t care.

You would cure him later.

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[explicit-tae]

when is the next part of ungodly hour please tell me 😫

right here! introudcing a request that a few people has been wanting to see

Ungodly Hour (8)

Fuck Chaeyoung and Jimin for always being able to figure out when something is wrong with you.

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“Girl,” Chaeyong’s voice says over the phone. It echos off of the bathroom walls. She’s watching you as you violently brush your teeth and in the process of scrubbing your tongue, a look of disgust on your face. Your phone is leaning against one of the toothbrush holders and she appears visibly amused.  “maybe you’re pregnant.”

You choke, feeling yourself ready to vomit again - this time due to Chaeyoung’s words. Your eyes widen and you stare back at your phone for a moment. Spitting the toothpaste and rinsing your mouth, you turn off the water. 

“Don’t,” you say with gritted teeth. “start that shit again.”

Chaeyoung rolls her eyes. She’s in the process of making herself a sandwich. She shakes her head as she butters her bread. “You missed your period and you’re throwing up. What else can it be?” Chaeyoung was indeed correct. But, your periods were often irregular so that could never be a sign of pregnancy. You’ve gone two months without it before just for it to come on a random Wednesday work shift.

“I’m on birth control.”

“That’s never 100% effective.” Chaeyoung scoffs. “People get pregnant while on birth control all the time.”

Chaeyoung was right again and you could only sigh. You want to blame your sudden nausea on food poisoning. Maybe something you ate just didn’t sit right with you - that’s always a possibility. Maybe you were just getting sick as the seasons changed. Pregnancy would be the last of your options as anything could be possible.

“Let’s not forget that your boyfriend often has to remind you to take said birth control.”

“Shut up.” you grumble, snatching your phone and making your way out of the bathroom. You hated when Chaeyoung was right because it only meant that your mind would be wandering on the possibilities. 

“I can’t be pregnant now. That means I’ll have a Scorpio.” you murmur, crashing down against Jungkook’s bed, silk sheets inviting you in. “There’s enough birthdays in November as it is. It’ll completely ruin the vibe.”

“You should’ve thought about that before you were being a whore on Valentine’s day.” Chaeyoung sing-songs, her sandwich now complete and she munches onto it happily. “Can’t blame you. Jungkook did go all out like always.”

You’re positive you know just where it all began and like Chaeyoung said, Jungkook had to be the dramatic type that made you want to fuck him. The amount of roses you walked into had to be costly and you’re sure he must’ve bought out half of the store alone. The gifts, the home cooked meals along with the low music, champagne…

“Fuck Jeon Jungkook.” you grumble, throwing your phone beside you so Chaeyoung can see your view - the ceiling and she’s positive you were wallowing in self pity.

Truly, Fuck Jeon Jungkook and the way you can never seem to stay off of him.

It took a week for you to decide to get a pregnancy test that you were sure would be negative regardless. You weren’t going to let Chaeyoung’s words of despair get to you - and you were only taking this test to prove to her (and yourself) that you weren’t pregnant and that whatever is going on with you was just a mere sickness.

The brown paper bag sits on the bathroom counter and has been for hours now. Jungkook wasn’t the one to check what wasn’t his and you’re unsure why you’re hesitant on taking it.

It’s Sunday now and that meant that not only was Jungkook here, but so was Namjoon, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jimin. They gather in the living room, movie blasting throughout the space and you walk by without any of them batting an eye.

All except Jimin as he was the only one who ever wanted to humor you and this fake beef you two held for one another.

“Well, well…you finally decided to join us.” Jimin calls, eyes watching as you make your way towards the kitchen. 

“Fuck off, Jimin.”

Taehyung snorts, allowing a few chuckles to be released.

Jimin looks around, wondering why in the world you could possibly tell him to fuck off out of all people. Of course, he didn't because he was Jimin. This causes him to sit forward and tilt his head.

“You look different.” Jimin notes, eyes taking in your appearance. This causes Jungkook’s head to turn to see whatever it was that Jimin saw.

Jungkook’s eyes being on you causes goosebumps to litter your skin and you desperately want to tell Jimin to fuck off again, but that wouldn’t do any good.

“You look…healthy.” Jimin’s eyes begin to squint a bit, his head tilting to the other side.

“Healthy?” you snicker with a roll of your eyes. “What the fuck did I look before?”

“Ugh, Y/N, shut up.” Jimin stands, making his way around the couch and towards you. You can feel Jungkook’s eyes on you and his friend, but he remains silent. “You look…dare I say glowy.”

You click your tongue inside your mouth. Jimin’s tone is different, almost as if confused. His eyes study you closely.

“If I didn’t know you, Jimin, I would say you’re flirting with me.” you turn away and go towards the box of pizza on the counters. 

Jimin cackles. “As if I would go for anyone like you.” 

“That’s a lot coming from a man like you.” you bite back. “I know exactly what girls you like.”

Jimin swallows back his words, a soft tint to his cheeks. No one was ever going to let him live down what that bitch said. “I pay for Onlyfan’s once and suddenly I’m the one being laughed at.” he grumbles to himself.

“I actually like her. She humbles you and it’s exactly what you need.” you open a box of pizza - pepperoni. You grab at it and inhale, the smell reaches your nose and instantly you drop it right back into the box.

Jimin’s eyebrows furrow at your actions, watching you closely. His arms begin to cross and it’s as if alarm bells were going off in his head. 

“You little slut.” Jimin smirks.

Your stomach churns and you can feel the increase of saliva inside your mouth. You let out a shaky breath.

“You…that’s why you look so glowy. It’s too soon to look like this now…” Jimin speaks - mainly to himself. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

It happens entirely too fast and maybe this was just Jimin’s karma for annoying you constantly. You appear to be stuck, completely frozen in place, when you vomit entirely onto him. The man screeches and gags at the warm vomit hitting his chest. 

Jungkook is on his feet immediately, coming to your side. He places a hand onto your back, a look of concern on his face. “Y/N? Baby, are you okay?”

“What the fuck?!” Jimin hisses, eyes wide with disbelief. “I’m the one with stomach acid on me! Can someone ask if I’m okay?”

“This isn’t about you right now.” Jungkook waves him off. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“She…oh wow.” Jimin watches in disbelief as Jungkook ushers you away. His shirt sticks to him sickeningly. 

Hoseok is the first to laugh, shaking his head at Jimin. 

“What just happened?” Namjoon questions.

Now you feel like crying out of embarrassment as Jungkook brings you into the bathroom. “Do  you still need to throw up? Was it something you ate earlier?” he asks, his mind going on a thousand different possibilities on how you could be sick right now. 

“N-No, I’m fine.” you murmur, pushing yourself away from him and going to brush your teeth again. Your body is hot - mainly due to humiliation of having vomited on Jimin. You wouldn’t be this embarrassed if it was just Jimin there, because well, fuck him. But the other’s…

You groan, scrubbing the taste of vomit out of your mouth.

Jungkook watches closely. 

“You’re not fine. Are you sick?” he questions. “You probably need some medicine.”

Jungkook looks around the bathroom for a moment, his eyes dropping on the brown paper bag that’s folded in half. He looks at it for a moment. “Is this medicine you got earlier or-”

“No!”

It isn’t your intention to snatch the bag out of his hands the way you do. Jungkook is taken aback by your actions, eyes widening slightly. He takes a step back, apologetic about touching something that wasn’t his. 

“I-I mean-”

“It’s okay.” Jungkook shakes his head. He swallows. “I’m…going to clean up out there. I’ll be back.”

Jungkook leaves the bathroom and now you feel worse than before. You shut off the water and groan.

You don’t want Jungkook to think that him trying to help was a bad decision. The paper bag is crumbling in your grasp and it’s a sign that you can no longer put off the contents on what’s inside of it.

You were a grown woman and a little pregnancy test shouldn’t scare you. You’ve dealt with tougher scenarios and this was outside of your character. Your mother didn’t raise you to be a scared bitch.

So you took the test - ripping the bag open entirely and then the rectangular box. It happens all under a minute and you realize this is the first time you ever took a pregnancy test.

You placed the top onto the test and put it on top of the brown paper bag as you await for what it says.

“Five minutes…” you murmur to yourself.

Jungkook doesn’t expect to see you so soon. He’s cleaning up a bit of vomit from the floor when you enter the kitchen. He had already managed to get everyone out of the home as Jimin ripped off the shirt and hurled it into the trash before exiting himself. He offers a smile your way. “Feeling better?”

“I’m such a bitch.” you sigh with a shake of your head.

Jungkook snickers. “What do you mean?” he asks. “You shouldn’t talk about yourself that way.”

“Shut up and stop being so nice.” you grumble. “I shouldn’t have acted that way in the bathroom. I’m just…” you inhale deeply. Your mother would have surely given you a mouth full if she saw the way you treated her precious Jungkook.

Jungkook continues to clean the rest of the mess before turning back to you. He notices you’re completely still, watching his every move. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jungkook takes a few steps closer to you. “You got a fever or something?”

Jungkook’s hands are soft but a bit cool to the touch. He touches your forehead and rubs it down towards your cheek. 

“You don’t feel warm.” Jungkook comments. “I…” you trail off, unable to shake the look of Jungkook’s eyes off of you. “...my mother didn’t raise a scared bitch.” you repeat the same words aloud and it causes Jungkook to laugh.

“What do you mean-”

“I might be pregnant.” you interrupt him, needing to get the weight off of your shoulders. And you’re surprised that it did. You exhale with a raise of your brows. “That was easier than I thought it’d be.”

You look Jungkook in the eye, his doe ones staring intently back at you.

“I took a test.” you continue. “That’s what was inside the brown paper bag and why I snatched it the way I did.”

For once Jungkook is silent and it causes your stomach to churn again - this time with nerves. He’s so silent that you’re unable to read his expression.

Standing in front of him becomes a bit awkward and you’re anxious to get out of this situation entirely. 

“I’m gonna go…” you go to move yourself and this is what causes Jungkook to snap himself back into reality.

“I was processing your words.” Jungkook shakes his head, dropping his hand from your cheek. “Sorry…” he murmurs, blinking a few times. “...How long have you…suspected it?”

You take a deep breath then scoff. “I’ve been in denial. With Chaeyoung and Jimin it’s hard to not face reality.”

Jungkook hums, he suppose that’s why you threw up on Jimin so suddenly.

“I can’t read you.” you murmur, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze. “You’re usually…more readable.”

“Would you be upset if you were pregnant right now?”

Now that you had admitted to him that there was a possibility of pregnancy, he wants to be open with you. He wants to hear your thoughts and feelings about the situation. 

“It’s not ideal.” you shrug your shoulders, pondering on the question. “Would you?” “No.” Jungkook admits. “Of course not. I love you.”

You sigh. Fuck Jeon Jungkook and how understanding he was.

“But I also know this isn’t something you want…” Jungkook lets his hand touch your cheek once more and now you allow your eyes to meet his. 

“Well, duh.” you scoff. “I still haven’t met your parents. They're going to think I’m a whore if I just show up pregnant.” you’re only half joking but just the thought of meeting his parents and having to deliver news of a pregnancy just sounded backwards.

“They wouldn’t!” Jungkook insists. “My mom’s been dying to meet you.” he admits. He had to convince his mother countless times to not just show up randomly at his home and take matters into her own hands. “I've just been waiting for you to be ready. There isn’t a rush.”

Jungkook’s thumb traces the outline of your lips. He smiles down at you.

“Stop smiling. You’re supposed to be…”

Jungkook furrows a brow. “Suppose to be what? Mad?” he snorts - it’s almost as if you didn’t know him entirely. He had already planned the wedding in his mind and exactly how many kids he wanted to have with you (if you allowed). 

“Well I wasn’t expecting you to look so fucking excited, either.” you hiss, lightly pushing at his chest. “The test can be negative, you know. It could be fatigue or my blood sugar could be high or low…”

Jungkook nods his head at your words, listening to you. “Or, you can be pregnant,” he states. “Either or, I want what’s best for you. One step at a time.”

You nod your head at him and allow your cheek to nestle into his palm. 

“We can check together.” Jungkook leans closer to you, his nose tickling yours. “And we’ll do what we need to do from there.”

Jungkook pecks your lips in a comforting kiss. It’s weird to see how domesticated the two of you are - how comfortable. You would’ve never seen yourself entertaining someone like Jungkook a year ago, but now you and he are together constantly. You feel at home when you’re  around him; at ease when you’re in his warm embrace. Your heart is full whenever you’re around him and it yearns whenever you’re away for too long.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and the way he has made you soft for him; this wasn’t suppose to be. You were supposed to finish college as independently as possible and focus on a career until you decided you were ready to entertain anyone.

How the tables truly turned.

“I’m scared.”

Jungkook wraps his arms around you, chin resting on your shoulder. The test is a few feet away and none of you can see the answer on it just yet.

“This is the first time you’ve admitted you are scared.” Jungkook teases. “I thought your mother didn’t raise a scared bitch.”

“Fuck you.”

“I did and this is why we’re in this predicament.” Jungkook retorts coolly. “We’ll check together, okay?”

“Okay.” you nod your head. 

Jungkook and you step further into the bathroom and you grab the test. You turn around to face him, looking into his anticipating eyes. “So…do we both look or do I look and tell you or-”

“You’re procrastinating again, baby.” Jungkook places his hand on top of yours. “We’ll look together.”

Jungkook’s eyes lowers to the test in your hands just as yours does. The test tightens in your grasp as you look down at the letters on the small screen.

@minaamhh @suciedad-divina @satisfied18 @y2k5bby @petalsofink @swga-ficrecs @rrrapmonste-rr @xtrataerrestrial @bangctans @danielle143 @taekritimin123 @thelilbutifulthings @jksjx @tasha-0795 @busanbby-jjk @joonlover1207 @hollowtree11 @amberpanda99 @parkinglot-nights @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @hoseokteardrop @jingerbreadoutofstock @subtaegguk @ultimatebasura

[elllisaaa]

Update! I’m back a legal adult now, as of yesterday as promised.😖🤞🏽 I missed you everyday babes😫🫶🏽, so I have a birthday request, how about Bangchan birthday sex?😵‍💫🤞🏽‼️

hiii lovely ! ngl i missed seeing you on my notifications too 😖 wishing you a big happy birthday even if i'm little late and i hope this will be enough of a present ! enjoy reading !

BIRTHDAY GIRL - BANGCHAN

-> pairing : softdom!chan x sub!reader

-> words count : 1.1k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : teasing, dirty talk, praising, body worship, use of 'good girl', oral (f. receiving), fingering

+ the way i'm depicting chan does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language

-> masterlist | skz masterlist

Your birthday has never been too important to you. Sure you had little parties with your closest friends and family members, but not too much. But for Chan, it was way more than any other day of the year. He wanted to surprise you, to remind you how loved you were and how proud of you he was. So everytime he had a day off, he spent it planning this and organizing everything so that your friends and family could be there. 

And all these sleepless nights trying to make everything perfect were definitely worth it when Chan saw the tears of joy in your eyes, and the biggest smile he had ever seen stretching out your lips. As he watched you laugh and be happy the whole night, talking with everyone he had invited, he couldn’t wait for the moment he’ll have you all for himself, couldn’t wait for the moment he’ll take care of his birthday girl. 

When you closed the door of your shared apartment after your best friend finally left, you couldn’t help another smile from blossoming on your face. Chan was often away or busy with his work, but everytime he did things like this, you were remembered of how much he loved you, of how much he cared for you. You decided to leave the mess of the living room and the kitchen for tomorrow morning, walking to your bedroom to finally rest and have some time alone with your boyfriend. 

“- Baby ? Where are you ?”

You frowned while searching for him in the empty room but not seeing him anywhere. However, you noticed a neat, black box displayed on the sheets of your bed. You approached it slowly, untying the white bow that was holding it together, and opening it to discover a beautiful lingerie set. It was in your favorite color, in the perfect shape to compliment every one of your curves. 

“- Do you like it ?”

You turned around when hearing Chan’s voice, seeing him wearing only a pair of shorts and leaning against the doorframe. 

“- If I like it ? Channie, it’s beautiful ! But it looks so expensive…”

Chan approached you, leaning down so that he could kiss your lips, hands coming down to hold your waist. 

“- You know it doesn’t matter to me, I just want to spoil you baby.

- You really are too good for me…”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down so that you could kiss him back, softly at first, sweetly. But Chan had been holding back the whole night from letting his eyes wander all over your body, and now that he had you all for himself, he needed to feel you. Quickly the kiss got more and more heated, his hands slipping under the hem of your dress to find their spot on your ass, and yours coming up to play with the strand of his hair, tongues dancing along with each other. 

“- You look amazing, couldn’t stop watching you all night.

- Yeah ? I wore that dress for you, know that you like it a lot. 

- Fuck… Yes, I do. But I want to get a look of what’s underneath, will you let me ?”

You only kissed him as an answer, sweeping the lingerie box away from the sheets and getting him down on top of you. Neither one of you was in a rush, wanting to savor the taste of your skins. Chan slowly got you rid of your little black dress that has been driving him crazy, kissing every inch of your body up and down, caressing the delicate skin with a feather-like touch. You surely did some more dirtiest things before, but to have your boyfriend worship you wasn’t too bad either. The slightest touch had you shivering and moaning quietly. Chan lazily marked your skin from your neck, to your breast that he spent a lot of time sucking and massaging, and finally down to face your now dripping cunt. 

“- You’re so wet baby, want me that much ?”

The pout forming on your face had Chan giggling but he listened to your unspoken request, diving in your cunt and practically making out with it. He knew you loved it, and he loved it just as much, loved feeling your hands pulling on his hair when the pleasure was too much, loved having to hold you down so you stopped squirming away, loved hearing your broken moans for more. 

“- Channie, feels so good…”

You could feel the proud grin on his lips as he sucked on your clit harder, one of his fingers entering as a reward for voicing your emotions. And also because he loved to be praised, loved to have you put into words how good he was making you feel. His tongue lapping at your juices paired with the now two fingers pumping in and out of you had you close to your orgasm already. 

“- I’m so close Channie, can I cum please ?”

Your eyes were watery, feeling on the verge of crying as the pleasure was building up quickly, heating up your whole body. Chan detached himself from your pussy, his chin and lips covered in your slick, his gaze soft despite the smirk on his face when he looked back at you. 

“- Such a good girl asking for permission… Go on baby, cum on my fingers.”

This was all you needed to let go, the knot in your stomach snapping, covering his hand in your release. The sight of your fucked out face and your loud moans resonating in the bedroom were enough for Chan’s cock to leak precum, and for making him crave more of you. But tonight was all about you, tonight was all about what you wanted and needed, tonight was all about satisfying you. Chan knew he was not always here when you needed him due to his packed schedule, but he intended on changing that right now by spoiling you and making it up for all the times he came home late and left you hanging on your own fingers and toys to cum. 

And the smile on his face was telling you just that as he came up to your face, kissing you hungrily as his hands roamed all around your body once again. Chan was convinced that he would never get enough of you, of your taste, of your lips, of your hands on him. But for now, it was his responsibility to satisfy you, not yours. So he pinned your hands to the mattress, watching you restrain the little whimpers that were about to slip past your lips. 

“- Tonight is all about you baby, let me make you feel good all night and relax, okay ?”

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[syluslnd]

hiii i love your posts so much <33

i’m such a big sylus fan and the fact that your whole blog is dedicated to him 😫💕

i was hoping you could do a request where sylus is with a reader with an eating disorder if possible?? she hates herself a lot and always compares herself with anyone prettier or skinner than her and wishes she was them. it also got to a point where she wishes she looked like sylus because even he has such a nice figure. she starves herself a lot and never feels enough, and is always crying or having mental breakdowns in secret because she’s so tired of looking the way she looks.

i just wanted to see how sylus would be with such a reader :))

sorry if the request is too much <3 please feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to :)

thank you 🫂

how sylus comforts you with an ED

note-I got another request almost identical to this one,was it by chance you? if so I’ll still write the other one ofc ! but if you’re struggling and feel like you need to talk to someone pls reach out to me🤍

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your gaze wandered to Sylus as he stood near the window, his tall frame highlighted against the fading evening glow.

You couldn’t help but notice how tiny his waist was, the subtle outline of his body so effortlessly lean. Even his thighs, despite being muscular, had a slight gap. How was it possible, you thought, that a man could be so effortlessly slender while you couldn’t stop obsessing over every little detail about yourself?

Your mind spiraled further—comparing his sharp, defined wrists to your own. The poisonous thoughts began sinking in again. Maybe if I ate less, I’d look more like that. It felt like a vicious loop you couldn’t escape.

The more you tried to shake it off, the deeper it clung to you. All you could think about was how you didn’t measure up, how your thighs pressed together when you sat, how no matter how much you starved, it was never enough.

The need to get away from these thoughts was suffocating, so you stood up, a little too quickly, the room spinning as your legs wobbled beneath you. You’d barely taken a few steps toward the bathroom when everything went dark.

When you opened your eyes, Sylus’s face hovered over yours, his expression tight with concern. You were lying on the floor, your body limp as if it had momentarily given up. His arms were around you, and there was a distinct edge in his voice, though it was wrapped in a blanket of worry.

“Kitten… What happened?” His hand gently brushed your hair back, but there was something different about him now—his usual cool exterior cracked by the sight of you fainting. “Are you alright? Talk to me.”

Your mouth felt dry, your body weak, the fog in your mind clouding everything. The room still felt like it was spinning, your limbs heavy, as if they weren’t your own. You tried to sit up, but Sylus’s hands held you steady.

“S-Sylus…” you murmured, your voice faint, barely a whisper. Shame and panic began to bubble up inside you. You could feel his eyes on you, full of questions, but how could you explain something so twisted, something so ingrained in your mind?

“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice softer now but still pressing for answers. His thumb stroked your cheek gently, trying to comfort you, though the confusion in his gaze remained. “Why’d you faint?”

Tears pricked at your eyes, the shame suddenly overwhelming. How could you even begin to explain it? How could you tell him that every time you looked at yourself, all you saw were flaws, that the poison of comparison had driven you to this point? But the words felt trapped inside you, tangled with fear and guilt.

You blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I… I haven’t been eating much.” The confession felt like a weight falling from your chest but it still wasn’t enough to ease the storm inside you. “I just… I just want to be smaller. Like… you.”

Sylus’s brows furrowed, his confusion deepening. “Like me?” He glanced down at himself, as if struggling to connect the dots. “Kitten, I don’t understand. You’re… why would you want that?”

You swallowed hard, your throat tight. The shame of it all began to choke you, and the words stumbled out slowly, weakly. “You’re… thinner. Your waist, your… thighs. I look at you and see what I can’t have, what I can never be. Every time I eat, I just regret it, Sylus. I hate it. I hate how I look, and it’s—” your voice cracked as you looked away, unable to face him. “I don’t know how to stop. It feels like it’s consuming me.”

For a moment, Sylus said nothing. His grip tightened around you slightly, his jaw clenched as if he were processing your words. His eyes softened, though, as he reached for your hand, holding it in both of his.

“Sweetie…” He sighed, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles, struggling to find the right words. “I don’t… I didn’t know. I didn’t know you were feeling like this.”

Your throat tightened again, the reality of your confession hitting you hard. You wanted to shrink away, to disappear but his touch grounded you, even if the silence between you was thick with unspoken questions.

“But why are you comparing yourself to me?” His voice was gentle, but there was a distinct edge of hurt behind it. “Kitten, you’re beautiful the way you are. You don’t have to look like me or anyone else.”

“I just want to be thinner…” you whispered, the shame of it bubbling over. “I see other people and they’re so much smaller and I—”

“Stop.” Sylus’s voice was firmer now, though his touch remained soft. “Kitten, stop.” He tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes. “You’re not your body. I didn’t fall in love with a waist size or how much space your thighs take up. I fell in love with you.” His eyes were piercing now, his voice more insistent. “I love your mind, your heart, your soul. Your body is just… one small part of you, sweetie. It doesn’t define you.”

You blinked, tears finally spilling down your cheeks as his words sunk in. Your mind had been so consumed by those poisonous thoughts that hearing him speak so bluntly, yet so gently, felt like a lifeline.

“But I—”

“Sweetie” he cut you off, his voice dropping lower. “I love you for who you are. Not what you look like. You’re not some doll I’m admiring from afar. You’re a person—a person I care about more than you realize.” He gave you a soft smile, brushing away your tears. “You could eat a whole damn bakery and it wouldn’t change a thing.”

A shaky laugh escaped your lips, more from the exhaustion of it all than anything else. Sylus smirked, a hint of that familiar teasing tone creeping in.

“See? There’s that smile I love.” He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, his chin resting on top of your head. “You’re not alone in this, sweetie. I’ll be here, okay? We’ll figure this out together. You don’t have to carry this weight on your own.”

Nestled in his arms, you felt a flicker of something—a small glimmer of hope amidst the chaos in your mind. It wasn’t a solution but it was enough for now. Enough to know you weren’t facing this alone.

[fairytsuk1]

Alex baby trapping you 😫

alex trying to give you a baby <3

alex knows you very well. he knows your passwords, what you like to do, that's normal! it's normal to check your period tracker app and let his mouth grow dry. you're ovulating... it all made sense now!

that's why your hands kept wandering whenever alex was doing nothing important, or how you slot your hips against his every moment you can. you wanted a baby. a baby. he could give it to you. you already love when he cums inside you, he smirks at the thought of your hands pulling hair from his scalp as you arch against his chest, "fuck, cum inside me, please. w-wanna feel you breed me, oh!!"

well, if that's what you want. if you want him to creampie you... he's going to give it everything he has.

it's easy, you're comfortable with each other and you don't suspect anything amiss when he cooks your favorite meal and pours the most delicious wine. all you can do is feel that much more attracted to him when he showers you with attention. not that it was rare, but things had to be perfect tonight.

"do you wanna watch tv in bed, baby?"

he asks so sweetly in your ear as you curl into his side. he tries not to think about how your face gets red when his hands brush the edge of your sweatpants, fingers just about to dip under the fabric before he teasingly pulls away with a lingering finger trailing up your waist. he tries not to think about how your flushed face reveals all the naughty thoughts coursing through your mind.

you grin at him with a nod, and he's never wanted to pin you down more. the both of you act like shy teenagers as you fumble up the stairs with giggles and soft kisses. you settle into the bed easily as you sink into the plush mattress. alex crawls to be on top of you and there's something darker in his eyes as he draws you in for a kiss so sticky it's like molasses. he wants you, he needs you.

clearly you want him too with how you pull him closer and nip at his bottom lip, "mhm, careful, baby."

"you like it," you mumble haughtily. "and i love kissing you, so..."

"yeah, and you like being fucked by me," he licks a long stripe up your jaw. "so, be good."

he eases you into a mock sense of safety. he sucks hickies that barely sting and gropes your tits just the way you love. you get so needy with your bucking hips and soaked panties. he drags his fingers over your folds and you let out such a delicious sound that makes his cock throb.

he works you, fingers easily pumping into you as he coos, “so desperate and needy. solo necesitas mi, solo quieres mi.”

he makes you cum once on his fingers, then again on his tongue as he swirls your clit between pink lips. he’s so messy about it too. he laps at your whole, wet and messy as his fingers dig into your thigh.

“god, you’re fucking creaming already…”

he sighs raggedly, face glistening with arousal that you can taste when he kisses you. you taste yourself on his tongue and alex looks like a wreck, “‘lex, please, i-i need you.”

“do you?” he smirks, pushing his sweatpants and boxers down to reveal his pulsing cock. it bobs against his lower stomach and smears pre-cum against his navel; his eyes stay focused on your hole and how you clench around nothing. “i don’t think you want it bad enough.”

“alex—“ you start to act out, foot caught in a firm grip as you try to kick at him. “i wanna feel your cock…”

“mhm, i’m not convinced,” he mumbles languidly as he folds you in half. “tell me you want me to fuck you.”

you could cry with how his thumb brushes over your oversensitive clit, legs shaking with nowhere to go as alex watches you carefully. you stay silent, whining, but your boyfriend pays no mind as he shallowly thrusts between your folds. there’s no way you could say no.

“…i need you to fuck me, alex.” he almost think you’re going to snark back, but then your eyes glaze over and he knows. “i-i’m so horny, i need to feel you. i love how you push me down and make me take it, please—“

yeah, he knows how much you love it.

he leaves you gasping for air as he sinks in, groaning lowly and breathing to keep from cumming too fast, “jesus christ. you’re always so tight baby, love fucking your pussy. always so pretty for me.”

you’ve taken him a billion times before, but this feels different. feels purposeful the way he angles his hips upwards and pulls back slowly; every heavy drag of his dick making you mewl for more. it’s a mix of panting breaths, of neediness… he loses his head a bit.

“your pussy craves me, y’know? fu-uuck. she needs me, need to fuck a baby into you, mi amor.”

you’re too fucked out to even realize the precarious position you’re in. your eyes are rolled back and you cry out praises, “yesyesyes! i wanna be bred by you, ohmygod.”

“gonna cum? nngh, i’m so close,” he gasps, thumb making quick circles as his balls slap against your ass. “oh, fuckkk. love fucking you, i love you!!”

he groans into your neck as your walls suck him in deeper, painted white as he slams his hips against yours and stays there. it feels like you see stars, and the two of you stay interlocked as you come back to reality.

“god, look at that…”

he murmurs quietly, watching how his softening cock pulls out and leaves a dribble of cum spilling out of you. he commits the picture to memore and then glances at you in bliss. he leaves soft kisses on your legs, fingers deftly massaging your calves as he whispers.

“we should try again, for good measure.”

[internetscenarios]

YESS cc!reader x tgc would go hard please do it NO pressure tho!! 💕

ok i had an idea for isaac,, IM SORRY I ONLY DO HIM OR YUMI i promise i will do the others soon

drunk driving ♡︎

it was a normal day for you, wake up, get food, do a stream if you had the energy.

today was a different day, your boyfriend isaac was hanging out at your house as the two of you wanted to get some stuff done.

it was a nice day together, you both went grocery shopping and had a cute little date in a cafe

tonight you had a stream planned, your viewers knew you were close friends with the group, but never knew why you ended up becoming friends

isaac had introduced you to them and you all grew close since then

“babe? i’m just about to start a stream, i think im meant to be drinking.”

you laugh softly, searching for him as he wandered around the kitchen, soon enough finding him.

“you should let me be in it.”

“what about your face being in it?”

“i can put my mask and glasses on.”

your mind hesitates, pouting slightly as you think whether you would want him causing chaos on your relaxed streams.

although both of you had been together for a while now, neither of you told your viewers. it would be a nice introduction stream, and also suprise everyone.

“okay fine. but you can’t be screaming into my microphone, my streams are more relaxed than yours.”

he rolls his eyes, yet nods and smiles as he looks down at you.

(🤤🤤)

soon enough the stream was starting, isaac was still downstairs cleaning up as you welcomed everybody and let people join.

you were playing american truck simulator with yumi, tanner, and soon to be isaac. but you didn’t mention that and would let isaac come in whenever to surprise your viewers a little.

once you joined the vc, you were suddenly met with yumi angry about how he couldn’t exit a parking lot, and tanner laughing.

“y/n, is mr 6’2 joining us?”

“he should be, hes just cleaning downstairs.”

“malewife!!”

you giggle, reading your chat as you opened up the game. the call was deafened so you could answer questions from your viewers.

mr 6’2???

is shaquille o’neal in ur house??

WHO IS 6’2 THEY ARE TALL

as you giggle, leaving your viewer’s confused and looking for answers you start up the game.

“so i have to take a drink everytime i crash??”

yes

YES

drunk y/n time oh no

you laugh, when suddenly a notification of a donation comes through

isaacwhy donated 20$: “ill be up in a minute, u look good tonight :)”

the donation reads out, which leads you to rub your forehead in annoyance but amusement

“isaac you can just text me!”

this leads your chat practically screaming at you.

ISAACWHY???

WHY IS ISAAC HERE

HE IS MR 6’2 WHATTTT

you rolls eyes, undeafening in discord and getting onto the game.

within the span of 5 minutes isaac wasn’t up, but you were focused on driving and desperately trying not too crash; in which you failed and had already had 4 sips of your drink already.

suddenly, you feel a strong bicep go around your neck playfully. it was isaac, he wasn’t actually hurting you, just faking it for the stream

“chat i will literally kill her.”

he say’s playfully, with you playing along and saying some muttered “noo” and “helpp!”

Y/N NO

POUR YOUR DRINK ON HIM

RUN

he laughs, letting go of you as he stands beside you, only his body in view

(😫😫)

height difference check when??

“let me move my chair, out height difference isn’t that bad.”

you move your chair, standing next to isaac. your full body and face was in the the camera view, while isaac practically towered over you.

you laughed, getting back in your chair, as isaac crouched down next to you with his mask and glasses on.

soon enough, you had crashed about 50 times and isaac was your servant on getting you another drink.

“do you need another drink?”

“yessss”

“too bad you’re not getting it.”

“babee..”

your drunken self not realising that petname had slipped out, you both tried to keep the relationship lowkey throughout the stream.

but your intoxicated brain had slipped up, causing the chat to go wild.

babe??

EXCUSE ME

bro called him babe

y/n and isaac marriage when??

you laugh, reading your chat with your head spinning.

“when are we getting married?”

“i thought i was already your malewife?”

a few giggles come out from you, hearing tanner screaming down his mic that him and isaac were already married.

soon the stream ends, and you flop your head on your desk.

“come on babe, you can’t fall asleep there.”

no response.

he sighs, lifting you up with ease from you chair and throwing you over his shoulder, which might’ve been a bit heavy on your head from dangling upside down.

within minutes you were placed in your bed, changed into more comfortable clothing and fast asleep.

ok lowkey i do not like this at allARGHH someone tell me if its good or not 😢

bit of fluffy isaac at the end thooo

[number1mingyustan]

Omg a Seungkwan fic where he gets the sloppiest bj and the rider rides him 😮

sneakylink!seungkwan x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, kissing, explicit smut, sneaky link, car sex, oral (m.), gagging, multiple orgasms, fingering (f.), unprotected sex, cum swallowing

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(a/n: told y'all i was thinking things about that picture 😫)

im outside 3:08 a.m.

You read the text message before standing to your feet and slipping a hoodie on over your head. You grab your phone and slip into a pair of sneakers before opening your window.

You climb out carefully, intent on staying as quiet as possible. Your feet land on the heater outside your window and you maintain your balance. You hop down, allowing your feet to touch the grass before making your way to the black car parked out front.

You hear the door unlock as you approach the car and open it. You climb into the passenger seat

"You hungry?" He asks, pulling into an empty parking lot.

"Not really. Don't think anything is even open right now anyway." You shrug.

He parks the car. "McDonald's is 24 hours and it's around the corner."

"You texted me and made me sneak out at three in the morning to get McDonald's?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I texted you at 3am because I wanted to fuck, but I'm still a gentleman you know," he grins.

"I responded at 3am cuz I wanted to fuck too," you lean in, faces only inches apart from one another. "Let's stop being so formal, yeah?"

Seungkwan smirks. "Never met anyone like you Y/n."

"And you never will."

Without hesitation, you break the tension, closing the small gap separating you. He accepts you gladly, allowing his eyes to fall shut as he kisses you eagerly. He moans against your lips softly, and when you pull away, it leaves him wanting more.

He leans in again, but you curve him. You've got something different in mind.

You hold your palm on his chest and push him back against the seat. You lean over, undoing his pants and pulling his cock out from the confines of his underwear. He's already sprouting a semi from kissing you, and you can't help but grin.

You spit on your hand and stroke him to full length and hardness. You feel the way his cock grows and swells in your small hand. He lets out a satisfied breath, already forgetting how you completely curved him a few moments ago.

You lick your lips before opening your mouth and eagerly taking his length into your mouth.

"Fuck," he breathes out.

He throws his head back, resting it against the seat. His hands can't help but wander as you take him deeper down your throat. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat and he accidentally jerks his hips up, causing you to gag around his length. He pulls at the fabric your leggings.

You lift your head, quickly sitting up to pull the material off your body entirely. You toss them somewhere in his car and drop your head, wrapping your lips back around his cock.

"Shit, yeah," he moans.

Your saliva coats the entirety of his length. It's filthy and sloppy, just the way you both love it. You start bobbing your head, moaning every time the tip of his length touches the back of your throat. It sends vibrations through his body, good enough to have him panting and squirming in the front seat.

He starts getting handsy, groping your ass and playing with the fabric of your panties. He leans back in his seat, groaning out loud. He pushes your panties to the side, running a finger through your folds.

"Fuck, oh fuck," he breathes out. He can feel how wet you are on his fingers and it's all the invitation he needs to slip one in. You moan against his cock, causing him to buck his hips up again.

He pumps his finger into you before adding another. He can feel you stretching open for him easily and he loves it. He fingers you faster, digits pressing up against that sweet spot inside of you.

It has you moaning and gagging around his cock more. You're drooling, saliva dripping along his length all the way down to his balls.

You can feel the way his thighs are tensing up as he holds himself back.

"Yeahyeahyeah–" He pants. "Fuck Y/n, you're so good at this."

The praise sends tingles through your body that make you gush around his fingers. You can tell he's getting closer to his climax. His fingers start to lose their rhythm, fucking into you more messily and sloppily.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum–can you take it?" He asks. His tone is rushed and breathy.

You hum around his cock in response. He uses his other hand to push your head down. You're gagging around his cock and struggling, but you can take it. He fucks his hips up into your throat sloppily, making you gag and slobber on his cock more.

He lets out a long groan before to feel his release fill your mouth. His load shoots down the back of your throat as he moans with his eyes screwed shut. You can feel the way the tension eases in his thighs as he releases.

You lift your head up, swallowing the entire load and sniffling. Your bloodshot eyes are stained with snot and tears

"Fuck, was I too rough?" He cups your cheek.

"No," you clear your throat and sniffle. "No, it's okay."

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"Yeah, I kinda liked it. Made me all horny now." You sniffle.

"C'mere." He pulls your face in, kissing you passionately. His hands hold you by the waist and he pulls your body over to the driver's side on top of his.

With unsteady hands, you push the seat back, creating more room for the both of you. He cups your cheek as he kisses you passionately. His kisses are soft yet addictive. You moan against his lips, pressing your chests together.

He wraps his other hand around his cock, stroking himself hard again. You can feel the way it presses against your inner thigh. You're eager for him, whining against his lips.

He doesn't break the kiss, moving one of hand around inside the armrest. He scrambles a bit and pulls away.

"Shit, I'm out of condoms. You got any?" He asks.

You shake your head. "Just pull out."

He raises an eyebrow at you skeptically. "Actually?"

"Don't make me regret it," You warn him.

A grin forms on his face. "I won't baby."

He holds your panties to the side and helps you sink down onto his length. You both breathe out at the initial contact. The stretch is nothing like his fingers and no matter how many times you find yourself in this position, you never really get used to it.

He fills you up so well, stretches you open so nicely. You make eye contact, afraid to break it in such an intimate moment. You look down at him and start moving your hips.

Both of your lips fall open, but neither of you really makes noise. Soft gasps slip from your lips, but you refuse to break eye contact. Your hips pick up in pace, your entire body lifting and falling back down onto his cock.

"Fuck," you moan out.

Your hips find a steady rhythm as you bounce on his cock. His tip brushes against your g-stop, causing you to finally break eye contact. Your eyes fall shut and your head falls back.

He pulls your body flush against his, chests pressing against one another in the cramped car. He helps guide your hips, nails digging into the flesh of your thighs as he holds you on his lap.

You can feel the car moving below you each time his cock thrusts into you. The tinted windows are fogging up as your breaths grow heavier.

You both grow louder, sinful curses and moans slipping from both your lips. Your hands grip his shoulders for support as his hands continue to hold your hips steady.

"So good–that's so good," you pant.

You can feel yourself nearing climax already. Your cunt is throbbing around him. He snakes a hand between your thighs and starts rubbing your clit. You moan out loud, voice nearly getting caught in your throat.

The tension builds in your body quickly and the pleasure is overwhelming.

"Cumming–fuck I'm cumming ah–" You warn. Your words are rushed and broken.

You moan out as your orgasm courses through your body. It feels so good, so relieving. Your body shakes in his lap. You can feel his body tense up beneath you as he holds himself back from cumming too soon. He wants to let you ride out the entirety of your orgasm before he has to pull out.

He meets your pace, fucking his hips up into you as you ride out the remainder of your orgasm. You tighten around him, pussy throbbing and dripping on his length.

He groans once he reaches his limit, scrambling to lift you off his lap and stroke himself to finish.

"Fuckfuckfuck–" he pants.

His release comes quick, he hardly has time to aim. It coats your inner thighs, luckily a smaller load than his first. He breathes out and takes a moment to regain his composure. He lick his lips slowly, looking at you in his lap.

"Sorry," he apologizes and scrambles around the car looking for a box of tissues. He finds it, grabbing a few and helping to clean you up.

You sit back in the passenger seat, breathing heavily as you try to catch your breath. You rest your head against the seat and turn to look at him. His actions mirror yours as you both recover from the mind-blowing sex you just had.

"Worked up an appetite, McDonald's might not be so bad after all," you say.

He nods in agreement before grabbing his keys to start up the car again. "Sounds good to me."

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© number1mingyustan - Do not repost without permission.

[usedtobecooler]

begging pleading gouging my eyes out i need you to write piss kink with eddie 😫 he gets off on reader pissing herself when he pushes on her belly please 🙏

sigh it’s finally come to this. we were all expecting it and now the time has come 😵‍💫

tw: bully!eddie/rude!eddie, piss kink, forced pissing, tummy pressing (could be considered dubcon), dacryphilia, smidge of breeding kink, dirty talk.

“eddie — stop, what’re you doing?” you whine, trying to push eddie’s wide palm away from where it’s spread across the pudge of your belly, enough pressure to push down on your very full bladder, “feels like i need to piss, stop.”

eddie grins, continuing to push as his fat cock slides in and out of you, a mess of your release dripping down his balls and pooling on the sheets, “you can hold it, right?” he asks, tone condescending as he thrusts in particularly hard, has your back arching off the mattress and pressing your tummy up into his hand in return.

you look down, your tits jiggling and nipples achingly tight, watch the way his thick fingers dig into the soft fat of your tummy, his hair hanging over his face as he watches his cock fuck into you, splitting you apart and causing more pressure along with his hand. you wail, shaking your head, “dunno, eddie. feel funny.”

the pressure is building like an orgasm, which makes it even more confusing. your tummy blooms with a deep heat, coil winding tight and needing to snap, but you’re holding back. worried you’re gonna make a mess and pee all over his bed, “eddie, please —“ you whine, moaning when the thick head of his cock hits your spongey spot, “i need to, fuck, need to cum.”

eddie’s eyes wander up your body, until he makes contact with your face, and he pouts in a mocking way, “need to cum?” he repeats, and you’re nodding your head. he presses down on your belly again, shoves his cock in harder until he feels the outline of his tip through the skin of your tummy, “guess you’re gonna have to piss yourself too, then.”

“please, eddie, god, please,” you babble, a whine escaping you, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. you’re unsure now if you’re begging him to stop or begging him to keep going. it’s mortifying, that he’s doing this to you. but more so how turned on you are by it, by him forcing you to pee all over him, yourself. make a mess with your stream.

you clench around his length in return and he smirks, free hand gripping onto your cheeks “you gonna piss yourself like a little bitch?” eddie grunts, picking up his pace and slamming into you at a brutal force, enough to have you shifting up the bed, “make it fucking quick, babe. so i can stuff you full of my cum.”

you try to wiggle away, you do. but it’s no use, under the pressure of eddie’s hand engulfing your tummy and pressing down on your bladder, his other hand roaming down your neck, to your tits. he pinches your nipple, pulls on it a little until the tears finally fall from your eyes and stream down your cheeks. the sounds of his cock sinking into your cunt fill the room, along with the harsh slap of skin on skin and the awful noise of his creaky bed.

it builds fast. you’re sweating, crying, digging your nails into eddie’s biceps. trying to hold back but it’s no fucking use — your orgasm hits you at the same time as your bladder unravels, piss mixing with your release and making a mess of the bed. you feel warmth pool underneath you, the loud guffaw that leaves eddie’s open lips as he watches you let go.

he watches in awe as the yellowy fluid sprays his cock, mattes down his pubes, drips onto his sheets and soaks straight through the mattress. his cock blurts out a little precum, unable to hold back how fucking turned on he is by watching you come undone under him like that — completely at his mercy and willing to do whatever he wanted.

“knew you’d do it for me, my desperate little thing.” he’s rude, cock sliding out of you with the sheer wetness your piss leaves down your cunt. you clench your eyes shut, crying properly now, unable to shake the feeling of shame and embarrassment that he’s made you piss the bed like a fucking kid. eddie tuts, runs his cock down your pussy, teases at your wet asshole quickly, before he changes his mind and sinks back in with a groan, “don’t cry, princess. you’re fucking soaking for me.”

the sounds increase tenfold, your sopping pussy dripping with a mixture of fluids. you try to clench your thighs shut, and eddie growls, ripping your legs apart and holding them wide open with heavy hands, sure enough to leave little finger shaped bruises in their wake.

“open your eyes and watch me fuck you,” eddie growls, bringing a hand down to slap at your inner thigh, eliciting a whimper from you. you don’t disobey him, you know better, opening your eyes to look at him — wild eyed and a look on his face you’d never seen before, “fuck, my dirty girl. pissing all over my cock and soaking me — god, you feel good.”

you keen into the praise, not used to it. eddie was mean, never told you what he enjoyed and left you pondering on why he ever wanted to fuck you. so this was different. new. in a good way. you’d let him force you to piss yourself forever if he talked to you like this in return.

your cunt clenches around him, desperate to milk his release from him and dirty your abused cunt further. it works, makes eddie’s hips stutter, “p-please,” you sob, thighs beginning to shake from the strain of having them forced open, “cum in me, i’ve been good,”

“you think?” eddie asks, cock assaulting your gspot with every harsh thrust, slipping out momentarily before he’s shoving back in, right to the hilt, “want me to cum in here? cum deep in your — fuck — pussy like the filthy bitch you are? breed you and fill you with my little trash babies?”

you nod violently, the need to be full of his jizz clouding your senses and fogging your brain. you’re dumb for him, a stupid cunt. you’d let him do what he wanted irregardless of consequences.

eddie’s grip tightens on your thighs, hips stilling as he comes with a grunt, collapsing onto you and biting down on the swell of your tit for good measure. you squeal, trying to shove at him but he doesn’t let up, sucking and licking until he’s satisfied he’ll leave a mark.

you lie there for a moment. the damp cool of your piss and other body fluids starting to make you feel uncomfortable.

it’s not long before he’s forcing you to get dressed and get out. walk home soiled and dirty and leaking him in your jeans. it doesn’t stop you from fingering yourself in the shower after, stuffing yourself deep on the memory of the way he humiliated you.

[theangelsheardyou]

Bakugou headcanons bc if I don't have an mha audience on this godforsaken app then I will forge one out of my own blood and sweat

He likes lizards. Something about him just makes me think he was a lizard kid

Like he def would catch them and just watch them do their little lizard things as a kid

He probably owns one or two as an adult

I saw someone say this before but he was the type of kid to collect cool looking sticks and keep em in his bag, then forget about them until his mom finds them and yells at him

"KATSUKI WHATS WITH ALL THIS GARBAGE IN YOUR BACKPACK I TOLD YOU TO CLEAN THIS UP" *waving arms angrily* "I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH MY COOL STICKS!!!!"

Trans bakugou truthers I have one saved especially for u🫶

When he was a kid and was just starting to bind he wanted to feel like Mulan so he used bandages (very bad idea) and went to school like that (also a bad idea) and went to PE in that (an even worse idea)

He ended up passing out since he couldn't breathe and his teacher thought he was faking to get out of work, but ended up having to call an Ambulance

He has the energy of a kid with ADHD but who just forced himself to learn how to function properly

Like maybe as a kid he had trouble with it but it was his own decision to work hard to get better and now he is

That doesn't mean he doesn't have any other symptoms tho

He has a habit of letting his mind wander. If he's ever quiet with a calm expression and staring at nothing in particular, you know it's just The Voices putting his brain on autopilot for a while and not to bother him

I headcanon he would have 2 cats in high school, a beautiful black one he adores named Empress and a scrawny stupid looking calico named Spoingus who he found in a dumpster and just followed him home

OH ALSO ALSO

remember that black haired kid he was friends with back in middle school all the way from episode 1? (If u need a refresher just search "bakugou middle school friends")

Yea. They're exes btw. So.

They broke up mostly since black haired smoking dude (idk his name) was emotionally immature and distant, he wasn't able to be there for Katsuki the way he needed him to be.

This also ties in with my other headcanon that Katsuki is the more dependent one in the relationship, the more emotional

He definitely has a lot going on emotionally on his own, so he would want someone who can share that burden with.

You'll know he loves you when he's able to be vulnerable around you, otherwise you're just another friend or extra

He's bisexual, idc I'm calling it

I know the manga ended idgaf

He likes men who are emotionally stable, kind, and friendly, and he likes his women the exact opposite

Hc he has a thing for dominant women

Bro wants to be stepped on so badddddd😫😫😫

[creepy-friday]

Can we get some cute and sweet father Slenderman and daughter reader headcanons? Like slendy finally steps up and starts acting like a father, I want them to have a sweet father/daughter bond 😫🫶 (can you tell that this screams daddy issues in 40 languages LMAO)

Of course!I'm sorry if I made this too angsty,I couldn't help myself

Slenderman x Daughter!Reader

The static stopped.For one month since you were bought to this hellhole,you had to fight the constant screaming of white sound-all until today,when it suddenly..stopped.

You had seen "it" before,the tall creature in all of their eerie presence,their non existential features being engraved inside your memory since the first day.

You couldn't help but feel a sacred bond between the two of you,a warm blood-like one,the familiar feeling only adding to your doubts.

This day one of the masked men came to your room and mentioned your visit to the last floor of the mansion.

He made the effort to look almost presentable in a not frightening way.It was like how a new father would act with his newborn daughter-like a florist holds the most delicate and fragile flower.

"Are you feeling allright?" you finally heard his voice and a cold shiver ran down your spine.The faceless creature spoke to you inside your own head.

You simply nodded and you could hear his whisper-wind-like voice once more inside your head."Good."

You wanted to scream at him,to lash out and ask the tall creature why you were snatched from your own little world there,but you didn't dare to.Instead you just furrowed your eyebrows at him.

"Something wrong?" he tapped his long fingers on the table of his office,his own gesture seeming to irritate himself.

"No." you simply responded.A few moments of pure silence passed before he let you go back to that damned room.The truth is-after your leave he stayed with his palm on his forehead for a minute.

The creature's non existential heart seemed to shallow him whole.

He tried to make himself known to you more and more,by giving you small gifts on your bedside every morning with a neat folded letter attached to them.

The gifts could be plushies,empty agendas,fruits you enjoyed and simple photos of the beautiful world

One day you could hear the faint static again and simply demanded "stop watching me." and he responded with a simple "allright." and the sounds stopped once more.

You were allowed to see certain parts of the forest,and he often watched from a distance,very rarely engaging into a closer look as to not scare you off.

If you allow him to get closer I can see the tall eldritch teasing you with innocent pranks ranging from putting your belongings far too high from your liking to letting you wander around his office while he's admiring you or simply reading

"He's no good for you" he broke the silence while you stared out of his office window,admiring the three proxies who were heading to a mission.

"How do you know who I'm looking at?Are you fucking in my head again??"

"I guessed."

"Stop looking in my head,please!"

"I'm not invading your privacy.I never had."

he's lying so hard bro

One day,he had to go solve private business outside the mansion,and like always-he left a letter on your bedside.

There was no doubt that the calligraphic letter belonged to the one you could call a part of your family.

"I always have treasured you." it wrote,the deepest black on the purest white paper-it was all he could write-and slowly but surely he will tell you too.For now,he just wants to know that he loves you from a safe distance equivalent to his monstrous looks

[cheollipop]

idk if u r into pegging so feel free 2 ignore this.. but pegging wooyoung basically never leaves my mind and i saw this vid on twt of a guy bent over the arm of a couch getting pegged while the girl had him on a leash and all i could think of was fucking fox!wooyoung😫😫 he’d be so cute and whiny ughh i just needed 2 share this thought…

finally, I can sit down and write something for this delicious image you've put in my head *evil laugh echoes in my small room* dallas.... let me give you a smooch 😽 I really hope you like this~

(this is the first time I write something like this so I really hope it's not shit-)

nsfw under cut—minors dni!!

heavy breathing and steady shuffling cut through the silence in the sunlit living room, two pairs of shoes haphazardly thrown off at the entrance and clothes strewn all over the furniture—wooyoung's shirt hanging off the empty flower vase on the coffee table, his pants thrown over the loveseat opposite to where he splayed out on the couch, his nipples rubbing over the armrest with every forward rock of his body.

sliding the lubed strap out of him, you rocked back onto your heels to watch wooyoung’s puckered hole clench uselessly. your thumbs dug into the flesh of his ass to spread him open, leaning forward and dropping a wad of spit over the stretched rim. his tail wagged erratically in front of you, a desperate whine ripping through his chest while his cock—red and angry, leaking precum onto the couch under him while swaying between his legs.

"p-please, fuck me, please-"

you reached for the discarded leash lining his arched spine, tugging harshly until his head jerked backward with a choked sob. "bad boys don't get to speak, do they?" you slapped the silicone head over his rim, spreading the lube around as he tried to suck you back inside.

he shivered under you, his mind wandering back to the cat hybrid he'd seen at the park, red coating the siamese's face while wooyoung rutted against him, staring back at the fox with equal want.

his airflow restricted with another firm tug to the collar around his neck, the leather leash wrapped around your hand as you pulled wooyoung's head back. "I asked you a question."

"b-but... 'm not a bad boy," he muttered, pushing his hips back into you, the ribbed exterior of the dildo rubbing over his hole.

"you aren't?" you leaned over his body, reaching down to wrap your fingers around his cock, smirking at the whimper leaving his lips. "one look at the pretty kitty's dimples and you couldn't wait to get your dick wet—that's not very good, is it now?"

wooyoung's ears flattened over his head, "youngie's a good boy," he mumbled weakly.

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, leaning back and aligning yourself with his entrance again. you watched his tail straighten up, his ears twitching as you slipped back inside him, the uncontrolled trembling of his thighs urging you to move. you gave a few harsh thrusts, purposely angling your hips upwards to press into wooyoung's swollen gland. "good boys can cum like this, can youngie do that for me?"

a quick echo of "yes" and "please" was enough to put an end to your teasing, relentlessly driving your hips into the fox hybrid and reveling in the frantic moans you pulled from him. your free hand smoothed down his back, digging your thumb into his dimples of venus before wrapping your fingers around the base of his tail.

"fuck! please, please, I-I can’t-" he cried out, broken ah's ripping through his chest as pleasure seared through his body, the silicone tip pressing into his prostate with every roll of your hips, his cock swinging uselessly between his legs. "g-gonna cum-"

your fist tightened around his tail, tugging once, twice, before a stream of white painted the cushions under him, his cock rocking with every forward jerk of his body. his muscles seized up as his orgasm washed over him, his walls clenching around you and restricting your movement. you loosened your grip around the leash, watching as wooyoung's head lowered onto the arm of the couch to muffle his voice, the sound gravelly and broken while you continued to roll your hips into his used hole.

his cock twitched weakly, a few pathetic spurts of cum dribbling out of the angry head before shots of painful pleasure jolted his hips away from you, his hand reaching back to paw at your thighs.

"please, t-too much- a-ah! 'hurts-"

you grinded into him despite the pleas, waiting until his head turned sideways—teary eyes and wet cheeks peeking at you over his shoulder. slowly sliding the length out of him, you sat back go watch his gaping hole flutter around air, his softening cock dripping with cum while it remained untouched between his legs.

you drew a line of kisses over the back of his spasming thighs and up to his ass, licking a stripe around his swollen rim before pulling away, the corners of your lips tugging upwards at the pained whimper sounding from below. the fox hybrid looked content, having had his cock milked from getting thoroughly fucked, lying in a puddle of his own cum and sweat.

your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching behind his perked-up ears until he nuzzled into your palm. a soft smile graced your lips, a tender peck planted on wooyoung's forehead while you spoke, "my good boy."

[whorekneecentral]

and omg kitchen sex with carlos, ditching the carbonara he was making, in your new home😫🤭🫠

y'all know I love me some carlos <3

Boxes stacked on top of each other lined the hallway leading to the kitchen. “Found it!” You pull out the pan from a box, walking into the kitchen to give your husband. 

Carlos smiles, kissing your temple. “gracias, mi amor.” He takes the pan from you, wiping it clean before setting it on the stove. “You’re cooking? I thought we’d just order in tonight; it’s the first night.” 

“Exactly,” Carlos says, looking at you from the fridge. “That’s exactly why we should cook.” 

“Alright,” you raise your hands in surrender, “knock yourself out.” You left him to cook, you knew he liked to be alone and do his thing. In the meantime, you dig through the boxes for the china you knew you had somewhere and some cutlery. 

Carlos was insistent that you use the good stuff for tonight; ‘sets the tone’ he’d tell you. You find the box with the table clothes, good china and the cutlery. You were sorting through it, the box resting on the chair when you feel him hug you from behind. 

“Your food’s gonna burn,” you remind him when you feel his wandering hand. 

“Haven’t started yet. I realized something,” he starts and you hum, pulling out the light blue table cloth. “We haven’t christened the dining room.” 

You drop the cloth on the table, laughing when you turn around to face your husband. “You’re not serious,” you look at him and he nods, face blank. “I’m serious.”

“Carlos, no!” You smacked his shoulder, “We’re not fucking on the table, people have to eat there!” 

The man laughs, his hand holding yours when he sits on the chair behind him. “I don’t mean the table,” he pulls you to him, letting you get on his lap. Carlos leans in, his lips barely touching yours.  “Get where I'm going?” 

“Mhm hm,” You close the gap, kissing the man. 

It was heavy, heated. His hands on your body, pulling you over and onto him. You were perched on his lap, Carlos’s hands on your ass when he kisses you.

Not a word is spoken between the two of you, what little clothes you had on was gathered in a pile on the floor. His hand slips between the two of you, his fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit and your hips lift, wanting more from him. 

The tip of his cock rubbing over your clit. You bite back the urge to moan, looking up at him. Your hands grip on his biceps, his lips finding yours when he pushes in all the way, muffling the moans that left your lips. 

“Fuck,” you breath, his thrusts faster and harder. 

Carlos’s hand drops between the two of you, rubbing your clit; matching the pace of his hips.

Your head falls back when he hits the spot he was looking for. His fingers that were previous on your clit now shoved into your mouth to muffle the sounds tumbling from your lips.

He lets you take over, setting the pace and using him for your own pleasure. Carlos wanted one thing and he leans forward, arms wrapped around you as his lips wrap around your nipple.

“Carlos, fuck- please.” You mumble, your hand tangled in his dark hair as you bounced up and down. His tongue lapped over your nipple, biting on it softy; just enough to get you to arch your back, pushing into him.

“C’mon,” he mumbles against your skin, now kissing up to your collarbone. Carlos’s hand behind your neck to pull you down for a kiss. “Want you to cum for me.”

His arms wrap around you when you drop against him, your face buried against his shoulder, biting down to muffle the sounds. “Good girl,” he hums, rubbing your back. 

[shawnxstyles]

hiiiii do you have any tom smuts coming up? i love all of yours, they’re so well written they be making me grip the sheets 😫 if you do have any, can we have a little sneak peek plsssss 🙏

i don’t have anything for tom in the works right now since my last one was a tom fic. however, i do have a peter fic…

PANTY-STEALER 2 | SNEAK PEEK

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after a boring night of patrol, peter sneaks into his room through his opened window. without making too much noise (unlike flash), he quietly changes out of his suit and packs it into his closet in a box labeled books. peter is certain that no one, especially flash, would ever open that box. so he fixes his appearance by adjusting his shirt in the mirror, checking his teeth, and messing with his wild hair. on impulse, he throws on a cap to hide himself better. with that, he jumps out his window once again, shutting it closed on his way down with his sticky fingers.

like he’s done once before, peter sneaks across the street to the forbidden sorority house. he stares at the windows; all darkened bedrooms, except for one. peter wasn’t one hundred percent sure that that single lit bedroom was yours, but he was willing to test his luck.

for you.

peering at his surroundings, peter flips his hat backwards and slowly crawls up the side of the house. his fingers latch onto the windowsill as he very slowly lifts his head over it. he notices that it’s slightly cracked open before his gaze is seering through the glass.

you have got to be fucking joking.

your body lays sprawled across your bed as a delicate hand wanders between your parted legs and slides your infamous panties to the side. your torso is covered in the same mit t-shirt from that night, draped over your lavish figure tantalizingly. a laptop plays a pornographic scene of some sort, headphones plugged in one ear.

god, he wanted to touch you so bad.

he wondered if you were thinking of him. recalling how his fingers caressed down your body and how they touched every inch of your skin. but you couldn’t be, right? it’s been weeks and peter hasn’t made a move. you’ve probably moved on from that night like nothing happened. peter should probably go, leave you alone during such an intimate time—

“mm, peter,” your angelic voice hums a quiet moan that was only loud enough for peter’s hearing. peter feels his cock twitch needily at your noises, hissing to himself as you whimper his name. “feels so good.”

well, that’s just like a goddamn invite.

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i appreciate your love for my stories :D! i’ve been working on a BUNCH of different fics, but i haven’t been able to actually finish any. panty-stealer is my most liked story, so this part 2 is highly anticipated. i can’t wait to finish it and share it with you all!

[mausinly]

hello, I love ur blog <3 any dmitry bale and/or minotaur bale hcs? you can ignore if they're not ur cup of tea; thanks for sharing ur writings <3

HOW ARE ALL THE COOL PEOPLE FINDING ME??? WHO SENT YOU??? Legitimately, though, thank you so much! Being so serious I had no clue who either of these men were until I got this ask BUT NOW I DO HEHEHE

Ik you wanted headcanons but I saw bales arms and blacked out YALL KNOW HOW I AM ABOUT MEN WITH NICE ARMS 😫

Your head lifts slightly, the feeling of muscle flexing and moving under your cheek making you smile and open your eyes.

"You're doing it again." You tell him.

"No clue what you mean, куколка." He's already looking at you, eyes tired and amused as he smirks.

You let out a hum, as if to say "sure you dont". You relax your head against his arm again, only to feel his bicep flex moments later. You fix him a look and squint at him before you turn your head to bite into his bicep.

You don't bite him in earnest, just enough to feel the taut flesh squish under your teeth. Dmitry snorts and wraps his arm around your head to pull you into his chest, his lips splitting into a grin when you giggle.

You continue to playfully nom on him, pinching the fat of his bicep and the top of his chest between your teeth. You dare to let your hands wander as well, cheekily reaching down to squeeze his ass. Oh yeah, the military was definitely good to him.

Dmitry let out a flustered sound before laughing, his hand tilting your chin to pull your teeth from him and look at you.

"What on earth are you doing?" He asks you incredulously, the corners of his eyes creasing with the wideness of his smile.

"Shhh, don't worry about it." You silence him, unserious as you drag a finger over his lips.

He just rolls his eyes as you continue as you were, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. So odd, his darling is. You're lucky he finds it so endearing.