#JUST LIKE. pull back a little. trim the fat

[ashenberry]

i have no idea how sam and cat part 2 is gonna b over 10 hours by the way without feeling a little bit bloated as hell

[deen-djarin]

Suds n’ Trunks

Summary: Joel ordered a car washing service…bikini car washing service.

Tags: 18+, No Outbreak!Joel, Cheeky Flirty!Reader, Porn with a sprinkle of plot, Daddy kink, Choking, Joel is a menace and so is reader, Oral (m & f receiving), Unprotected P-in-V, Consensual Creampie

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The sun shone on the perfect suburban streets of Austin, Texas. So hot you could fry an egg if you wanted to. You rolled your windows down, driving down a neighborhood you’re not familiar with, and pulled up at the house that sits in the cul de sac, a dirty- no filthy ford pickup truck parked on its driveway.

This must be the place.

A sigh fell from your lips as you hopped off your car with your supplies in hand; a bucket, sponge, microfiber rag, and various soaps for different parts of the car. The heat was even worse after you’ve left the comfort of your air conditioned car, but the thought of being out of your clothes and soaked in suds and the cool water excites you.

Once you’ve discovered this lucrative market of bored, horny, lonely middle aged suburban guys— eager to see a show, and maybe get their car cleaned as well, you start to do this gig every summer. The money is good plus these guys tip generously.

Your service by its core is nothing but a mobile car wash, but the carwash is being done by you, clad in a skimpy bikini. c’mon, who wouldn’t want that right?

When you scored your first customer, you became a spectacle for the neighborhood. Your client shamelessly pulls out a lawn chair, having a grand ol’ time “enjoying the sun” as you wash their car. Neighbors walking out their houses mowing their already perfectly trimmed lawn, walking their dogs, cats, and some approached your client for a neighborly talk they probably haven’t had in months.

You’ve gotten the whole neighborhood out of their house basically, then your client list doubles with those people coming over to you and asking to do theirs next. Some cars don't even need washing, but you do them anyway with a smile knowing you’re gonna eat good that night.

Ever since then you decided to do this gig every summer, cheekily naming your little business “Suds ‘n Trunks”.

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You ring the doorbell of the Miller’s residence and step back. You could hear a soft grumble from behind the door before it opened and reveal a scruffy, middle aged, handsome man. your eyes scans him quickly, his hair tousled, his shoulders broad, big arms, big hands, Jesus Christ you want to just-

“Can I help you?”

His gruff, deep, Texan drawl snaps you out of your trance and brings you back to reality.

“Uhm yes, Mr. Miller? you called for a car wash?” You asked him with a sweet voice you come to learn that older men love, it always works like a charm, making them tip you a fat wad of cash— these men just craved attention from a pretty girl, and you’re happy to give that to them.

“Oh..yeah you could uh, it's that one right there,” he motioned to the dirty pickup truck. You give him a smile and nodded, “okay, i’ll go on and get started then.” Joel nodded and shut the door immediately.

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A red Ford bronco sat on his driveway, absolutely covered in filth. You usually don't deal with this much grime, dust, and mud. Granted, most cars you’ve washed barely need a wash, the clients just wanted to see you wet and covered in suds, which you couldn’t really blame them.

You took a breath and started to step out of your tanktop and shorts, revealing the red matching bikini you’re wearing underneath and started to go to work.

—

Joel was exhausted after doing several construction projects back to back yesterday, from dawn to the ungodly hours of the night resulting in his beloved truck — Shirley— looking like it had been dragged in the mud…literally.

Joel likes to take care of his things, Shirley is no exception. His free time on the weekends is often spent on his truck in the garage, polishing her to perfection. But after all the hard work he did, just the thought of washing her made his back groan in protest.

So he got the number of your services from his coworkers after they commented on the state of Shirley, a smirk planted on their faces and they kept snickering which Joel found odd, but he was too fed up and exhausted to think twice on booking your services.

Joel grunts as he settles on his couch, his cold bottle of beer in one hand, the tv remote on the other. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, and turned on the TV.

It's finally his time for him to take his hard-earned relaxation time. which should be easy, but he could hear the annoying sputtering sound of his neighbor’s lawnmower.

That thing needs more oil. He thought to himself as he took a sip of his beer.

Then another sound of a lawnmower sounded from the other side of the house, even more annoying than the first.

What the fuck? Why are they all mowin’ the lawn at the same time? at this hour? he thought.

Then comes the obnoxious yapping of Mr. Thompson's french bulldog and chihuahua.

What the hell is goin’ on? it's a whole ruckus out there.

He groaned, frustrated that the whole neighborhood seems to be against his well deserved relaxing time. He grumbled as he strides towards his window, drawing up the blinds to see what the fuck is going on out there.

His eyes nearly bulged out, blush quickly crept up his neck to his cheeks, and his cock twitching in his pants instantly at the sight.

You, bend over in the hood of his car, wet, covered in suds, in a fucking bikini. He tried to look away, he really did, but the way your hips sways, your ass jiggled, as you scrubbed hard with the caked on mud on his truck— it was hypnotizing.

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“What the hell are ya doin’?”

The sight of Joel's furrowed brow as he stared at you in your revealing outfit was a mix of disapproval and desire. Your sweet smile remained as you answered his question, "Mr. Miller! I'm just washing your car."

His gaze roamed over you, making you shiver with anticipation. "In that?" He grunted, clearly torn between his disgust and arousal. "Well, yes… It's part of my service."

The man stood silent for a moment, his confusion palpable. "Part of your service?"

"Uhm, yeah... It's a bikini car wash service… You didn't know?" you tilted your head, confused.

Joel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How the hell was I supposed to know?"

"The name is Suds 'n' Trunks," you reminded him softly.

"I know what it's called!" he huffed, clearly frustrated.

Unsure of how to proceed, you hesitated. "So, uhm, you want me to just dress up and go or—"

"No, finish your job," he grumbled, still irritated. Your eyes trailed down to the growing tent in his jeans, confirming the source of his conflicting emotions.

You hid your smirk and purred, "Yes, sir," before returning to your task. The knowledge that you had such a potent effect on him only fueled your desire to please him.

—

Your back is even more curved now, ass sticking up more than they should as you washed the side of his truck, knowing Joel is looking– watching you like a hawk while he sits on the porch, a beer in his hand and a cigarette on the other. you turned your head over your shoulder just to give him a small smile, which he returned with his jaw clenching.

You bask under his gaze, your body tingling, giving him the best show you’ve ever given. you squatted as you started to clean the lower part of the truck, your ass jiggle with every hard scrub you give.

The tension between the two of you is palpable, leaving Joel frustrated, he knows damn well you’re taunting him. He’s torn between wanting to yell at you for acting so unprofessional and embarrassing him in front of the watchful eyes of his nosy neighbors— or fucking you against the truck for payback.

He sits there watching you, contemplating on what to do. You gave him another cheeky look over your shoulder and that was it, his last resolve snapped, fuck it.

—

“Careful with her,” he said lowly as he approached you.

You turned your head, batting your eyelashes, “Hm?”

“You’re goin’ too hard on her, just painted that part,” he murmured as he got closer, just right behind you.

“But the mud is really caked on this part,” you told him and went back to scrubbing.

“A-ah, hey,” he tutted and leaned down behind you, his large palms sitting atop of yours “Gentle…easy does it,” he murmured, his hot breath fanned against your ear.

You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan as you felt his hardness pressed against your thigh. Your hand following his movements, “There we go…there we go, good girl,” he murmured and you swore every part of your body shivered.

“This is gonna take longer to finish, sir,” you murmured, your voice a mere whisper as you turned your head to him.

“I know…but you’re gonna get a bigger reward out of it, how’s that sound hm?” he muttered to your ear before abruptly pulling away from you and sitting back on the porch.

your breath hitched, heartbeat skipping, and the heat between your legs grew hotter. You turned your head towards him to see him sitting back at his porch, his head nodded at you to continue your work, a small smirk curved his lips.

—

You’re halfway done with the truck when his neighbor starts to approach you, a middle aged guy you came to learn named Michael. He’s been clearly hitting on you, and trying to get a closer look on what you’re doing. which usually doesn’t bother you but you could practically feel Joel's watchful eyes boring into your back.

“So you do this for a living?” he asked as he stood a few feet away from you, “It's just a summer gig i do,” you replied with a small smile, keeping the response light.

"Sweet, it's nice seeing a young, beautiful, hard-working woman," he chuckled. Your jaw tensed for a moment before you forced a tight-lipped smile.

"Can you do my car next? It's pretty dirty too," he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. You felt a flush of annoyance, but your eyes met Joel's, who glared disapprovingly from his porch.

"Well, uh..." you hesitated, glancing back at Joel. He shook his head, a clear indication that he didn't want you to entertain Michael's advances. "Sorry, Michael. I'm booked for today... I gotta go somewhere after this."

Michael sighed, "Aw, just my luck," he lamented. "I'll ask Joel for your number, huh? I'll book you as soon as you're free." You chuckled, "Yeah, you go do that."

Michael made his way over to Joel, asking for your number. Joel nodded, but with a grunt, he gave Michael the wrong number. A smirk played on your lips as you returned to your work.

—

After what feels like forever you finally finished with the last drag of your microfiber rag. You let out a sigh and turned around to Joel sauntering his way. “All done Mr. Miller,” you purred.

He looked at his truck, all clean and shiny. A satisfied smirk graced his face, “you did a good job” he praised. “Good enough to get that reward?” you murmured with your head tilted innocently. Joel let out a small chuckle “Mmhm... come on inside and i’ll get it sorted for you, pretty girl.”

Your eyes gleamed with lust and you bit your lip in anticipation as he led you inside his house. The wind hits your wet body, the coolness leaves your nipples even harder, your body tingling with need.

By the time the two of you were inside, Joel’s body was taut, like a spring ready to burst. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, his large palms grab a hold of your wet body and pinned you against his door, you let out a surprised whimper at his sudden actions.

“Been a good girl for me huh? Takin’ care of my truck,” he murmured as he leaned down and his lips grazed your jaw to the skin under your ear. “Been naughty too haven’t you? Tauntin’ me with this sweet ass of yours,” he grabbed your ass and gave it a hard squeeze making you let out a small moan, he pulled you closer, his hard cock pressing against your wet bikini bottoms.

You couldn’t help but grind your hips against him, needy and desperate for friction, eliciting a small moan from you and a groan from him. “What do you have to say about that huh? Pretty girl?,” he muttered and nibbled on your earlobe, “I’m sorry sir” you panted softly.

“Yeah? Doesn’t seem to be that sorry,” he chuckled lowly, his voice gravely and his accent was thicker than before “Think I would have to punish you… you thought it was funny huh? Makin’ me hard as a rock with those fucking neighbors watchin’?” he growled to your ear and slapped your ass, you whimpered and jolted forwards.

“I’m sorry sir..please don't punish me,” you whined and bit your lip. “You’re sorry huh? Go on, pretty thing, show me how sorry you are,” he murmured. You didn't need to be told twice, you fell to your knees, eyes wide as you looked up to his face, hands deftly undoing his belt and jeans and pulling it down along with his boxers.

Your mouth salivated just from the sight of his cock springing free, thick, veiny, and throbbing, just how you thought it would be. He gave you a nod to tell you ‘go on’, you leaned down and darted your tongue out, tasting the heady taste of his precum. He groaned and tossed his head back, hand tangling in your hair and pulled you in, you hummed and finally wrapped your mouth around his girth with a small whimper. Your jaw straining to accommodate him, tongue moving with practiced ease as you sink down deeper, taking in more of him.

“Fuck yeah..good fuckin’ girl…thats it,” he muttered and started to guide your head the way he wanted, you thrive with his praises, taking in him as deep as you could. Gagging and sputtering here and there but you didn't stop at all in search of his approval and satisfaction, you didn’t want to stop. The room was filled with the sound of his grunts and heavy breaths, along with the obscene sounds from you and your muffled whimpers.

Joel nearly came when he saw you starting to snake your hand between your legs, “Naughty fuckin’ slut, touchin’ yourself huh?” he groaned and started to thrust into your mouth, holding your head in place. “You want me to take care of that? Hm?” he growled and you whined as an answer. Suddenly he abruptly pulled you away from his cock, “get on the fuckin’ couch,” he muttered, you scrambled off the floor and quickly gotten on the nearby couch, “on your hands and knees, sweetheart,” he commanded and you did as he said, bending over, facing the backrest of the couch.

He stood behind you and pushed you legs wider, your head craned over your shoulder to look at him with your needy expression, bottom lip between your teeth. He gripped your chin and he leaned down, finally crashing his lips to yours. He was rough, didn’t even hesitate on pushing his tongue into your mouth, tongue dominating yours, making you whine and push your hips back, desperate, begging for him.

His kiss left you panting as he pulled away, he trailed kisses down your back, biting on the knot that holds your bikini top together and pulling on it and letting it unravel, his hand started to grope your tits, playing, pinching, pulling on your sensitive nipples. “Mr. Miller,” you panted “please..”

“Use your word, Baby, what do you need?” he murmured to the crook of your neck. You whimpered and kept moving your hips, “anything- please- your finger, mouth- anything, i need you,” you rambled desperately. Joel chuckled darkly, his large fingers playing with the knots of your bikini bottoms, “needy little thing,” he murmured before pulling on the knots and unraveling the red wet fabric, making it fall to the couch.

Joel practically growled at the sight before him, you, bent over with your ass high in the air, naked, your pussy dripping and ready for him. “Look at you..” he murmured and leaned down, groping your ass and pushing it apart to reveal more of you. “Mmh..” he grumbles before leaning down and placing a broad lick on your cunt. “Oh- god- Mr- mmhngh! Mr. Miller” you whined and pushed your hips more to his face. Joel groaned and started to really eat you out, his large palms splayed on your ass, face completely buried in your drooling pussy. “It's Joel, sweetheart,” he chuckled as he pulled away from your cunt for a second, “I wanna hear ya moan my name.”

“Joel..” you breathed, getting used to the feel of his name on your lips. Joel started to flick his tongue rapidly on your clit, making your eyes roll back and moan out his name, “fuck- ahh! Joel!” He grunted in response, “yeah that’s it, moan my name…mmhhh good fuckin’ girl.”

You were falling apart already at the hands of his tongue, moving on your pussy with practiced ease. Joel relished the sounds of your moans, and the sweet and tangy taste of your cunt. He groaned and started to push his thick fingers to your entrance, “Joel! Ahnghh! F-fuck! mmhngh!!” you cried out, he grunted and pulled away from your pussy for a second, “That’s it baby, you’re gonna cum hm? Gonna be a good girl an cum on my face?” he muttered and curled his digits to hit that heavenly spot within you, you whined in response, barely able to come up with words but nodded with your eyes closed in pleasure. “Good girl, c’mon, come on my face” he panted and started double his efforts, his tongue flicking on your sensitive clit, slurping all your juices, whilst his fingers kept hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, you back arched and your eyes rolled back, you swore you saw stars. His name kept falling from your lips in between moans and whimpers which he responded with praises.

“good girl, that’s it”

“you’re so pretty when you cum for me”

“tastes so good baby, there you go..”

He peppered kisses across your shoulders and back as he waited for you to come down from your high. “joel..” you panted and kept pushing your hips back to grind against his throbbing cock, eliciting a groan from his lips, “yeah? you want my cock, pretty girl?” he muttered and rutted his hips against you, his cock sliding against your cunt. “yes- please joel- please-“ you let out a loud moan when he suddenly pushed his cock into your core.

“fuuuck” he groaned as he pushed himself in “fuck- shit, baby you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he panted and gripped your hips tight. “joel! oh- f-fuck hhngh!” you whimpered and gripped the back of the couch. Joel pulled back until his cock is almost fully slipped back, you whined at the loss of his stretch, then he slammed back in. “Fuck! Oh- f-fuuckk! Joeel!!” you cried out, “Yeah baby that’s it- shit- yeah take it baby, take it” he growled to your ear and wrapped your hair on his hand and yanked it back. Your head tilted back at the force and he crashed his lips to yours again, swalowing all your moans and whimpers as he fucked you with a relentless pace.

“J-joel” you warned between pants, “Yeah i know baby- fuck- yeah i can feel it,” he groaned and panted “c’mon baby give it to me, cum on my cock, c’mon” he murmured and went faster. The sound of his skin smacking against yours gets louder and louder, the couch groaned and creaked in protest. You could barely utter any coherent words at this point, just slurring his name and how good it feels between moans and pants.

Your back arched and trembles as you cry out his name like a prayer. Joel slowed down for a second, letting you ride out the orgasm, “there you go…hmm there you go” he muttered soothingly, his hips rocking deliberately, slowly. “You can take more, sweetheart?” he murmured to your ear, you couldn’t help but nod. ”Good girl,” he praised to your ear and kissed your jaw before his arm wrapped around your waist, the other around your chest and pulled you up until his chest pressed against your back. He resumed his hard relentless thrusts, his hand on your chest groping and playing with your hard nipples. you felt like floating at this point, just taking everything he gave you like a good girl.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growled to your ear, you could barely talk just letting out sounds of pleasure, he spanked your ass hard and you gasped out a moan, “Yours! Hahngh! All yours!” you whined, Joel gripped your neck and pulled you closer to him “Who?” he demanded, you panted and choked out, “Yours daddy!” bingo.

He growled and bent you over again, his hand still tight on your neck, choking you just right. “Yeah that’s right, such a good girl for daddy,” he muttered and pounded into you. You kept choking out moans, calling him daddy over and over. He shifted his position, propping one leg on the couch to get a different angle, deeper, and it allowed him to reach that spot within you. “Oh my g- aahhngh!! daddy!! right there, oh fuck- fuck me right there!!” you cried out. He grunted and let out a dark chuckle, “there sweetheart?” he taunted as he thrusted extra hard aiming at that spot again. “yes!! yes- yes please- please i- daddy please” you rambled, begging for him, his cock has reduced you to nothing but desperate and needy. “well since you asked so nicely,” he said coyly before hitting that spot over and over again.

You felt you’re gonna shatter yet again in any second, a ticking time bomb set on your lower belly. “D-daddy i’m- hah- i’m-” you could barely finish your choked out sentence. “Yeah? Gonna cum again for daddy?” he panted to your ear, all you could do was nodded and give a whimper of confirmation. He chuckled darkly and his hand snaked down to rub your clit with fervor while his hips kept pounding to your ass, “Go on then, come for me, come for daddy,” he muttered to your ear.

Your vision blurred and you saw white. It feels like you’re barely conscious, your third orgasm hits you even harder than the last. You didn’t noticed whats happening until joel groaned, “Fuck yeah you’re squirtin’ on me baby- good girl- hhnngh good fuckin’ girl.” Your thighs trembled, wet with your release, red from his thrusts.

He finally let go of your neck and you gasped out for much needed air, his thrusts started to stutter. “Where do you want it?” he panted to your ear, “Inside, inside daddy, please,” you begged and started to move your hips to meet his. Joel couldn’t hold back any longer, 1, 2, 3 hard thrusts later and he came completely undone inside you. “Fuuuckk!! Fuck yeah- oh shit baby” he moaned, “fuck! makin’ me cum so much, pretty girl…oh yeah good fuckin’ girl,” he panted to your ear.

After his hips stilled, he pulled out of you, making you whine and clench around nothing, pushing his hot sticky seed out of you.

He chuckled and whispered to your ear, “look at you…all messy n’ dirty,” he cooed. “You cleaned my truck now it's time for me to clean you,” he murmured before peppering kisses down your spine yet again.

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author’s note: THIS WAS MY FIRST FIC EVER AHSHSHEH so forgive me if its shitty or the grammar is horrible bc english is my 2nd language:3 ALSO i have never written smut before heheheh, your feedback is greatly appreciated!! thank you for reading this horny piece of literature!!

[luv-lies]

cw. 18+ mdni, fem!reader, sub!suguru, co𝓌gir𝓁 position, creampie, premature ejaculation, a little bit of degradation & profanity, hair pulling, light choking, spitting sum. suguru’s stressed so who better to indulge him than his roommate

suguru who can’t help but find himself beneath you, his roommate, whenever he needs stress relief.

he’d just finished work, brows creased together in irritation. “suguru, you okay?” your voice came from his right, standing in nothing but some cute, flimsy panties and a large oversized shirt of his that inadvertently made him groan. “i’m fine, just tired.”

liar. the way your hips roll against his heavy bulge, your slick soaking through your pussy-clad panties and onto his cock has his lips parting, your name spilling off his lolled out tongue with drool. suguru feels his head being tugged back, your fingers wrapping around the strands and pulling. hard. a moan rips from his throat and suddenly your fingers aren’t wrapped around his hair but his neck, fingers just barely digging into the skin. “need t’ be inside you, please.” he begs so prettily, eyes glossed over from even the slightest touches.

you’d never deny suguru though. especially not now that you’re sinking down on him, taking him inch by inch as your puffy folds meet—definitely not the first or last time—his pubic area, his neatly trimmed pubic hair tickling your skin. squeezing his throat with a shaky hand, you slowly raise your hips before sinking down on him again. suguru’s eyes roll into the back of his head. the way your pussy swallows his cock so tightly, basically devouring him with warmth, pushes him over the edge, spilling ribbons of cum inside of you. for a second he swears there’s heaven inside of you, his own creampie dribbling down to the base of his dick.

“came already? never thought y’could be so pathetic, sugu.” a fat glob of spit lands on his tongue, which he wordlessly swallows, his face flushing deep red. his brain is already like mush, eyes are dazy and barely focusing on you, his thoughts only consisting of how good you feel around him and how much he wants you to just fuck him senselessly.

having his roommate ride him is definitely suguru’s favorite way to relieve stress.

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[ki-yomii]

hit the gym | jjk

➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader

➥ word count | 1.5k

➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; hair pulling, mild dirty talk, established relationship, oral (m receiving), mild body worship?, teasing, hints of exhibitionism/voyeurism

➥ summary | stopping now would ruin all the fun.

➥ notes | yes it's true, i would give jungkook the sloppiest of toppies ✌️also greysweat pants iykyk. a random short one, hope you enjoy 🩶

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“Baby.”

Jungkook’s never looked so undone; his eyes hooded and hungry, his mouth raw and red-bitten. Wants so, so badly he’s practically vibrating with it.

And yet, he’s still holding back.

The sound of his knuckles popping as his hands clench into fists beside his hips echoes through the otherwise empty gym. It’s almost kind of precious how much he’s struggling against the urge to throw you back against the wall.

To take, take, take until you’re nothing but a trembling, soaked, thoroughly fucked mess.

You hum in response, digging your nails into the nape of his neck to feel the little shiver that zips down his spine. "What's got you so worried, huh?"

The fact he still has the restraint to resist railing you right then and there - even though he clearly wants to - is so intensely hot you almost choke on your own spit. When his eyes cut to yours, you almost moan at how intensely he stares.

“I just,” he trails off, hands flexing as he catalogs the darkened wall of windows, the entryway, the open space, "I don't think this is a good idea."

Right now, you're the only two in the gym.

While that could change, it's edging closer to midnight.

After several months of joining Jungkook for his exercises, you've found most people aren't as eager to hit the machines at all hours of the day like he is.

The likelihood of getting caught is significantly low which works perfectly for you because it's a high payoff with half the associated risk.

You pretend to think, "Mm, no. I think it's a great idea." Palms dancing over his tense shoulders, you tease your fingers along the loose neck of his t-shirt. "Don't you?"

Jungkook bites off a curse, his body rolling up into your touch. He works his jaw as his teeth tug on his lip piercings. You know he's just itching to drag you into a darkened corner.

"I-I... really, baby, can't we just - y'know? Why does it have to be here?"

No amount of half-hearted protests hides how hard Jungkook is. Deciding to wear grey sweatpants today works against him, the soft cotton slung low on his hips and clinging to the thick line of his fat cock.

You raise a brow, glancing down at where he's digging into your hip, "You were saying, Kook?"

A perverse spark of pleasure lights up your spine at the way his eyes slide away from yours, his throat bobbing when he swallows and shies away.

"Sh-shut up..."

Serves the tease right.

You've had to watch him work out, disheveled and sweat-slick for hours. Hear him grunt and whine from the strain of lifting heavy weights. It's only fair he gets a taste of his own medicine.

Anyway, the thought of being so exposed (without actually getting caught) is kind of exhilarating. Gets your blood pumping and arousal pulsing through your body. A pool of liquid heat blooming low in your belly.

After watching him struggle a little longer between what he wants, and what he thinks he should do, you make his decision for him.

Only as soon as your hand slips past the elastic waistband, your breath stutters in your chest. Where you expect to feel soft cotton, there are miles of smooth skin. With wide eyes, you trace along a hipbone before sliding the tips of your fingers down to brush through a trimmed thatch of pubic hair, stopping once you feel the silken base of his cock.

Jungkook's eyes flutter shut, a full body jolt rocking him into you as his mouth drops open in a guttural moan. Tendrils of arousal coil between your thighs, your pussy throbbing when your fingers close around his bare shaft and he throbs against your warm palm.

If you’d have known he decided to go commando, you’d have been on your knees within the first ten minutes.

Chewing on your lip, you give him a few slow pumps, tightening your grip on the upstroke. The heavy weight of his shaft glides through the circle of your fist with ease.

Your thighs clench.

“What were you saying again, Kook? Cause it looks to me like you worry too much.”

He hisses through his teeth, burrowing his face into his shoulder. The tips of his ears burn bright pink, a creeping blush sinking deep into the apples of his cheeks.

Without waiting for a response, you tug his sweats down as you sink to your knees. His flushed cock springs out, curving up towards his belly with a wet smack.

“Haah - don’t!”

You laugh - a breathless, eager sound - as your hands pet his tense thighs, watching as fat drops of pre-cum ooze down the swollen head, sticky strings clinging to dusky skin.

Fuck, you can't wait to get your tongue on him; to feel the weight of him in your mouth, the tang of his skin, and the taste of his cum as he fucks into the circle of your lips.

To hear the absolutely delicious groans of masculine pleasure that shoot straight to your clit.

“How can you say that when you’re so wet and ready for me?”

“That’s cheating,” Jungkook groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. He peeks down at you through the gaps in his fingers, gulping at how pretty you look on your knees with his cock in your hand. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”

You hum, eyes sparking mischief as you dip down to brush a kiss along the strap of muscle above his hipbone. The smell of his bodywash surrounds you, tickling your nose. “Yeah, but you love it, don’t you?”

The sight of him looming over you, his hair a tussled mess and a starved glint to his coffee-dark eyes, is a visceral sucker punch that has your heart stuttering and your mouth watering. Wanting to sink your teeth in.

“You know I do,” he mumbles.

Brought to the very edge of control, left teetering; you wonder how much further you have to push until he breaks.

A blooming warmth hooks into your belly, spreads down to settle between your thighs. The crotch of your shorts is soaked through, every shift of fabric dragging along your sensitive folds. A whisper of friction that drives you insane.

“Mm, now are you ready, baby?”

Taking his silence for the acquiescence it is, you dip down and run your tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft. His cock bobs, a fresh bead of pre-cum welling to the surface.

Watching him from beneath your lashes with a coy smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth, you clean him up with a kittenish lick. Following the trails of salty arousal with your tongue.

Jungkook grunts - choked-off, wounded sound that punches its way out his chest.

You hum, and slide your hands up over his thighs. Stopping when palms rest against his abs, your nails dig in, drag down. The muscles clench, red welts developing in the wake of your touch.

Satisfaction warms your blood, Jungkook’s next breath is a low hiss as he stutters, rocks forward before catching himself with a murmured curse, “S-Shit…”

His fist pounds against the wall - once, twice, three times. His jaw works fast as he scrambles to regain his slipping control. You know what buttons to push and with every careful caress, every calculated hint of rough, his body sparks to life.

He’s almost there, you can see it; all his savage edges creeping in, pressing against his skin. You can’t wait. It’s always so explosive between the two of you when he gives in, allows himself to truly whet his appetite.

He tangles his hand in your hair, digging a thumb into your bottom lip to watch as your mouth stretches around him. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

The grit of his voice, dark and full of hunger cuts through you. You moan around a mouthful of him, eyes fluttering shut as your veins fill with liquid fire. Your thighs rub together for relief from the ache in your pussy.

It’s so difficult to tease him because more often than not, you want nothing more than to pull off and hop on. To let him ride you hard. Put you away wet and thoroughly used. 

But you can’t, not yet.

Stopping now will spoil all the fun.

Trying to distract yourself, you suckle on the head, roll your lips, and flick your tongue over the spongy flesh. When you dip into the slit, he whines, “Ohh..my god, oh ffuuh..ck yes.”

Those broad shoulders hunch forward over your head like he took a kick to the chest, a full-bodied shiver wracking his frame. He yanks on your hair and you clench in response, the little tremors in his thighs stroking your ego as you pop him out of your mouth.

“Mm, I think I do,” you purr, rubbing your tender, spit-slick lips along the shaft. “Now let me show you what you do to me.”

[tojipie]

Please serve us your best dilf toji headcanons I am begging

warnings: nsfw, exhibitionism, anal, alc n weed

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sfw -

will use little placeholder names for you but gets all flustered when you do it back. he’ll call you things like pretty girl, little girl, sweet girl, etc. but as soon as you start firing back he gets embarrassed

works construction so he exclusively likes to wear a simple black tee and baggy jeans. a lot of the pieces he owns have singe marks and paint stains because he can never remember to put his work clothes in the wash in time :( he likes the look of it though.

doesn’t care that he’s older, like at all. he has an almost sickening amount of confidence in himself and quite honestly loves having a pretty little sweetheart on his arm.

loves cheap beer. always has a couple 6 packs stacked in the garage, and will usually pull you into his lap when you come to bring him one. it happens so often that the two of you now have this inside joke where you bringing him a beer means you’re initiating sex.

little bit of a temper in public but is working on it. is no stranger to road rage or picking fights with other men in public places. he got the two of you banned from ihop after he called one of the managers a cunt 🫡

bad cook! just terrible. it’s literally comical how incapable he is of making the simplest meals. he lived almost exclusively off of takeout before he met you and is still adjusting to eating at home more.

likes to eat out of the pot with u :,) thinks it’s romantic and will use his spoon to feed u bites from time to time.

is the type of smoker to say “i’ll quit when i want to” (he’s not going to quit). he tried shifting over to weed to get the buzz he needs but it fucks with his head before work so he just went back to his cigarettes. prefers marlboro reds! will blow the smoke in your face just to make you mad.

let’s you cut his hair! he thinks you do a better job than a barber ever would. when he needs a trim he’ll touch-up his undercut with an electric razor and have you shorten his fringe for him. you think he looks so cute sitting at the kitchen table with a towel wrapped around his shoulders.

will do different things while he rubs your back just to see your little reactions. he’ll run his nails down your spine, trace shapes into your skin, and give you little pats just to see you melt off to sleep.

nsfw -

lives for a good blowjob, no matter the place. will ask to get sucked off in the living room, in the drivers seat, on his breaks when you visit him at work. literally no shame when it comes to having his dick in your mouth.

cums fast and cums a lot. pretty fast recovery time and can definitely go multiple rounds. his favorite place to finish is on your face and lower stomach 🫶

wants to do anal but doesn’t really know how to go about bringing it up. the idea first piqued his interest after a friend told him about him and his wife trying it. he’s definitely curious about how tight you’d be around him, and would love to see your little gape :( he’s a sick man

definitely an ass man! lots to do with it, it’s natural that it’d be a favorite of his. loves how easy marks take on the skin there and is likely to leave a couple hickeys while ur doing it.

favorite position is doggy. boring ik :( but it’s a classic to him! he feels most comfortable gripping onto the fat just above your hips and pulling you back into his cock. he’ll either have you face down with a hand to the back of your neck, or use your shoulder as leverage to keep you upright while he pounds into you.

might have a genuine exhibition kink. you cannot visit the airport without going at least a round in the single stall bathroom. if the two of you can find a room with a lock, he’s gonna ask to fuck in it. that’s just how it is and there’s no changing him. had his way with you once in the gym showers, you still don’t know how he successfully snuck you in and out of there.

big on both degradation and praise, he knows how to balance them out well, following every “fucking slut” up with a equally devastating “but you take cock like a champ no?

big dick 🫡 need i elaborate. he likes to press down on your tummy while he fucks you to try and see where his tip is, he thinks it’s fucking hilarious.

[echobx]

NSFW Alphabet - Pope Heyward

author's note: all of these are my own thoughts, if you do not agree with it that's completely your choice and right to do so. and a special thanks to @th3eternalersi for helping me with this one. love you so so much bby

kinktober masterlist ✘ template

Aftercare - he talks, like a lot, mostly to make sure you're okay and that he's okay too, especially after you tried something new, or it was especially overwhelming or emotional. he cares a lot, and is all in all very attentive towards you and your needs, so it doesn't surprise you when you learn that he researched why aftercare is important and how to do it properly.

Body part - he loves your brain, in a non-joking way. he's literally obsessed with how you think. he also loves your hips, especially your hip dips and the soft fat on your hips bc he can squeeze it. also, he wouldn't straight out say it, but the curve where your ass goes over into the back of your thighs, and the soft flesh on the insides of them, he would die there if you let him. 

Cum - he's rather peculiar when it comes to that, in comparison to other guys, because he doesn't like the idea of coming on you, the mere idea of his cum on your skin is too much for him. he's not against it, but it's not his favorite, which shows when he pulls out to come on your belly and instantly gets the wet towel to wipe you clean. no matter how much you tell him that you don't mind it, he just can't do it any other way. he also apologized the first time you gave him head because he forgot to tell you that he was coming and also didn't pull out by himself because the thought of your face or tits covered in his juices- but you didn't mind, obviously, and his cum actually tastes pretty good with his nutritious and balanced diet. and when he comes, he comes in spurts, like rather huge amounts with an okay recovery time, he's not quick but also not too long for you to mind it. 

Dirty Secret - when Pope was 13 he stole one of JJ’s porn magazines. it's not like he wanted to, it's more like his hands acted on their own, and then he had the magazine in his hands at home and stared at the barely dressed women. and JJ, if he noticed, wouldn't even have minded, at the ripe age of 12 he already had like five magazines in his name, and he would be honored to know that Pope stole one. that's also the only time he ever actively stole something with intent and without help. 

Experience - he's not the most experienced, but he likes to read up on things before he tries them out. like different techniques on how to finger you better, or what position will cause the best orgasms in you or better yet the both of you. and the scientist in him would never shy away from trying those things out. so, although he's not, that experienced, he learns quickly, and who needs a lot of experience when you can get away with a little bit of it, but the right way to use it?

Favorite Position - he loves to have you on top, because it means you can use him for your pleasure. and not in  a way where he'd lean back and just enjoy it, no, he wants to be active in it. he wants you to tell him what he should do to you while you ride him, preferably in his seat with his feet planted on the floor, sitting on his bed. other than that, he’s really into missionary, no matter how cliché it is, he loves to be able to look at you and feel like he's drowning in you completely. 

Goofy - he's generally more serious, especially at the start. it takes some time before you get him to also lighten up in the bedroom and not see it as a very important moment that needs to be perfect every single time. and letting loose a bit in that way also helps him be a bit more chill around the Pogues.

Hair - he used to just trim, but since meeting you he shaves clean, all the time. you don't really know why, because you mostly don't mind a good trim, but you let him be, it's his body after all. 

Intimacy - he's very romantic. he read Romeo and Juliet in primary, okay? he once thought the fact that he is this much of a romantic was the reason no one wanted to go out with him, they way they did with JB and JJ, but it's actually the opposite. the fact that he carries his heart almost on his tongue made it so much easier for you to fall in love with him, because he truly is the perfect boyfriend. and it really doesn't shock you when he plans romantic date nights at least 3 times a month. or when he sneaks into your house and prepares your room with candles and rose paddles and a bubble bath that will turn into the best and first bathtub sex of his life up until that point. 

Jack off - he doesn't masturbate a lot, he never did. and since meeting you, it also feels unnecessary. if he would ever feel like he needs to jerk off, you're just a call or text away, and then you can figure something out. really, the only times he does it is when you are on vacation with your family or either of you is grounded and you gotta do phone sex instead. 

Kink - body worship!!!!!! he's utterly in love with you and every tiny part of your body. at times, you wake up because he can't stop kissing your shoulder, or he lets his lips travel all over you until you wake up horny (he will pretend like that wasn't his plan, but you know him better than that. yet you keep up the facade for him) and then he'll fuck you slow while telling you how beautiful you are. he hasn't really shown any interest in figuring out other kinks of his than that one. 

Location - his or your room. he is old-school like that. not very into getting caught or having either of you be even the slightest bit uncomfortable. one time you fucked at the Château, and he put a chair under the door handle after locking it just to be sure no one would come in, all right.

Motivation - just you being yourself and charming him. he doesn't get turned on all the time, but he knows when you want it, it's like an instinct in a way. he's especially susceptible to you when you are whining about literally anything, and he just wants you to feel better.

No - you want to see the list? public or semi public sex, pda that goes past cheek kisses or hand holding/arms around each other, sex without any kind of protection, spanking you (he just doesn't want to do it until you beg for it). he will try out anything, but as soon as he notices that it won't work, he will stop and reimburse you in a way he knows is okay with you both.

Oral - he definitely prefers to eat you out over getting blowjobs, he's got all the important techniques memorized and loves to make you orgasm over and over again like that.

Pace - when he's stressed it's like he needs to fuck you to get rid of it, and school, especially exam season, stresses him out A LOT. that's when you have some of the best quick orgasms of your life. but when the exams are over, or on break, he takes his time. one time you didn't actually leave your room for two days because he kept fucking you and bringing you food and letting you sleep and all of it without having to leave your room. (especially lucky with your en-suite)

Quickie - with exams around the corner, he will literally take a quick break from studying just to fuck you before getting right back to his work. and that happens like twice a day. when you sleep over, he's also waking you up early to fuck before he leaves for the library, and you go back to bed.

Risk - he doesn't take many risks, only well calculated ones. but he does like to experiment to a degree. and when it works out, it's even better, and you try to take him farther the next time. 

Stamina - he's got good stamina, he could probably fuck you for hours without a real break in between for himself, but he knows better not to overwhelm you too much because he doesn't want you passing out on him again. (it happened once, and he still feels bad about it)

Toys - he knows what a vibrator is, of course. he also knows and loves what it can do to you. for your birthday he gets you a finger vibrator that the two of you use almost daily and the collection just grows from there. Pope wouldn't dare to ever see toys as anything but the friends in his plan of bringing you the most pleasure. 

Unfair - it's a bit tricky, if you were to ask him, he doesn't tease, but then again there are those moments when you annoy him while he's trying to work, and he decides the best way to deal with it is by edging you for straight-up hours on end until you swear to let him work, and that's when he lets you soak him, most times his fingers tho. 

Volume - he's usually quiet, because he doesn't wanna get caught. but as soon as he knows that no one is around, he’s loud. like, extremely loud. because he just needs you to know how much he loves you and how good you are to him. 

Wild card - Pope would love to read your mind, and not in a creepy, weird way. no, he's just fascinated with how your brain works to a point where he sometimes needs to restrain himself from getting hard when you explain a new subject to him. like once, he wondered about what you were doing in art class, and you went on a forty-minute rant on why you wanted to have the school ban the project because it was built around Picasso, and Picasso was frankly a massive asshole to say the least. also, he would really love to know how your brain looks like when you come. 

X-ray - let's just say your man is packing. he's also very modest about it, and you think it's charming. he's definitely above average in both length and width, but you like it, it's not like you are fearing for your life when you wanna suck him off. and he knows why he doesn't mention it and why he's glad you also don't mind sharing it around, because he won't be able to live down JJ’s “third leg” jokes. 

Yearning - he’s never thought to have a high sex drive, but he fell in love with you, and you basically make him feral with those school uniforms from the kook academy, the shirt skirts and stockings. so he doesn't think too much when for the first time ever he wakes up daily with a boner. that gets less of a problem when he starts to fuck you almost daily in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, and after he has a grip on it, can control his sex drive as much as he needs to, to navigate life.

Zzz - he will only fall asleep after you do. he has to make sure you're okay and got everything you need before he can find his own calm and doze off just to wake up before you, like every day. 

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[xbellaxcarolinax]

For the prompts that r

“Breathe through your nose” and, “touch yourself”

Miguel trying to help the reader not gag on his cock bcz bros so huge 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ and they’re like crying n

Or

Miguel coming home from work and finding u w headphones in and there’s like porn playing on the computer w ur back facing him and ur humping a pillow and he comes up from behind you and starts rubbing ur boobs and at first ur scared but then u see it’s him and he fucks u with ur headphones in

I went with the first one babe. It's short but I hope you enjoy! Thanks for participating <3

Open Up

Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Warnings: Intense blowjob, choking, masturbating, lots of spit, praise, language.

MDNI

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“Be careful,” Miguel warned, gently tapping his cock over your tongue, “take it slow, okay?”

You nodded as best you could, desperate for a taste of him. Precum had started to dribble down his fat head, and you were ready to lap it up greedily. You wrapped your lips around the tip, your tongue swirling around the delicate skin before giving it a light suck. 

Miguel groaned above you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth when you spared him a glance. You must’ve been doing a good job to garner that reaction, so you continued your exploration. You grabbed him by the base, his trimmed hair tickling your knuckles as you gripped him—weakly at first until he made a small noise, wrapping his larger hand over yours and squeezing. 

“Tighter,” he murmured, “you can squeeze me tighter—yeah, just like that, good.” You glowed at the praise, doing as instructed and squeezing the base, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth.

You pushed forward, taking a bit more of him, letting your tongue slide under his veiny length. The skin was velvet smooth and hot, growing harder the farther you tried to take him. 

He was big, the biggest you’d ever had. Your mouth was so full, lips fully stretched and quivering over the thickness of him. 

Miguel groaned again when you pulled off a bit, lapping over the sides of his cock in little kitten licks. You spit over his length, a string of it still connected to your lips as you watched it slide down and coat the rest of him.

“Coño,” he grunted, his thick fingers weaving into your soft hair, “fuck, mami.” He bucked his hips when you put him in your mouth again, his cock sliding deeper until the head almost hit the back of your throat. 

You moaned, your eyes fluttering. You were so close to gagging but caught yourself at the last moment, mentally cheering as you suckled him softly. 

“So good,” he groaned, head tilting to the side as he regarded you. He could see your thighs trembling, how completely soaked your tight panties were. “Touch yourself, mami, lemme see you.” 

You obediently took your free hand and shoved them passed the waistband of your underwear. Your fingertips are immediately coated in your slick. You moaned again, working your clit in small circles with expert precision.

It was hard to focus on both tasks but you pushed yourself, pleasuring yourself as you took more of him in your mouth. The hand that gripped his base was covered in your spit, wet from the continual drowning of his cock. You removed it, taking more of Miguel’s cock till he banged against your throat painfully, your nose buried in his pubic hair.

You overestimated yourself. It was too much.

You immediately gagged, sputtering over his cock as coughs wreaked your body. Your eyes watered, blurring your vision but you kept at it, bobbing your head and letting his cock jam against your sore throat. 

He was being noisy, grunting and murmuring his praises as he pushed your hair back from your sweaty face, watching you work your mouth to the limit. He was too much to take, too much to try and swallow in one go (you didn’t even have the whole thing in your mouth!), and you felt your heart thundering in your chest. You took the tiniest breath, barely letting any oxygen in, too focused on devouring Miguel whole to quit and breathe properly.

“Oye, I told you to be careful,” he scolded, his red eyes watching fat tears stream down your face, “breathe through your nose.” He pulled his hips away from you, his cock falling out of your mouth.

You did as he said and took gentle inhales, hiccuping, your wet lashes skimming your cheeks when you closed your eyes to concentrate.

“That's it, breathe,” Miguel cooed, his thumb swiping away your tears before his warm hand cradled your face lovingly, “wanna try again?” He chuckled when you nodded vigorously, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

He took himself in hand, tapping his cock over your lips.

“Open up.”

[thesassypadawan]

Blood Sucker (Sam x GFReader)

Summary: It’s the night of your campus' big Halloween party and you (plus your emo bf) were all excited to go to it, until…your favorite monthly monster decided to haunt early.  Too bloated and in too much pain, you opt out…telling him to go without you.  But, to your ghoulish delight, he decides stay in with you…help you through this like the good little blood sucker that he is.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.  Menophilia, oral, mission, mentions of blood, those cheesy plastic vampire fangs, and…Sam’s skilled tongue and chubby pierced dick.

Notes: Happy Kinktober all you, lovelies! 🖤🧡

A little something for a lovely anon! It was truly a pleasure to write this! I had a lot of fun with it, cannot not emphasize that enough!  Hope you like it and to see more of your lovely requests in my inbox! 💗

- Loud, lewd sucks and slurps fill…bounce off the walls of your festively decorated dorm room.  As he messily devours; groans as he savors the bitter, metallic taste.  “Sammy, stop!  It’s too gross!  Going to make a mes-”

- “Shut up you, little brat,” he growls into your aching core.  Grip on your thighs tightening, black nails sinking into your soft flesh.  “Said you were hurting too bad to go.  Begged me for help.  Well…”

- Spreading your legs wider; he licks yet another long stripe up your swollen, sore pussy.  “I’m being a good boyfriend…”  Pushes them back, closer to your chest.  Holding you still, pinning you to the pumpkin patterned sheets.  “…. and doing exactly that.”

- Hovering above, caging you in with his arms.  He smirks down at you…  “Besides, you ruined my night.”  …mouth, nose, and chin glistening with your crimson blood.  The sight making your stomach clench, walls flutter in excitement and slight revulsion.  “Least you can do is give me this.”

- Like a kid left unattended with his candy haul, he dives in greedily once more.  Burying his head between, pressing heated kisses to your plush pillows.  Lips envelope your sensitive bud; circling, pulling it a bit roughly.  Grunting when your hips reflexively buck in response.

- Blue eyes barely peek over your neatly trimmed mound, while he drags his tongue through your folds…rims, prods at your raw, little hole.  Coating it in your tinted slick, mixing it with his saliva to create a salacious lubricant.

- Delving deeply, plunging fervently.  Massaging, reaching places you’re sure he hasn’t before.  Lapping at that certain spongy spot; eliciting the sweetest, filthiest moans from you…making the pain ease just the tiniest amount.

- Cheeks grow flush, heat pools and builds up inside you.  “B-baby…ba-baby,” you stammer.  Thighs starting to tremble and shake.  While your fingers lace, tug weakly at his tuft of blue hair; trying to pull him off, yet closer at the same.  “Baby, s-sto-”

- Hot breath washes over your now empty cunt when he exhales in frustration.  Nips you with his cheesy, novelty fangs; the plastic scraping deliciously.  “Said…” 

- Abruptly he pulls away, sitting back on his knees.  Sinister look plastered on his face, as he lands a strong smack to your fat bottom…grabs your ankles.  Forces your legs to bend further to the point of them nearly touching your ears.  “Shut…up…”

- “Stop being a whiny bitch…”  He grumbles; grinding, teasing you with his chubby cock.  Stud on his tip catching occasionally on your clit, speeding you towards what feels like a sinfully good orgasm.  “…and let me make you feel better.”

- Surging forward, yanking you into him.  Thrusting so hard, you’re seeing stars. Wailing out pitifully… “Sam-Sammy!!!”

- His drives are wild, erratic. Sloppily pounding, ravaging your poor pussy.  Chasing after both your highs…your relief.  Those stupid fangs hanging out over his lips; bright red glob trickling down, making his skin appear paler in the candlelight.  “Fuck you’re tight…”

- Balls slap heavily, wetly against your ass from his rough pace.  Covering, painting your ass in your own blood; sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body.  “So fucking warm…”

- Speeding up, inked neck strains deliciously.  Bottoming out each time; he slams, bullies your cervix over and over.  “Shit…going to turn me into one of those fuckers who loves this…”

- And all you can do is whimper, mewl; gummy walls desperately clinging to his length.  “Better tell me when the next is…”  Hands fisting the sheets, turning white.  “Going to keep track…”  Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you teeter close to the edge…to finally having sweet release from your cramps.  “Come back every month for more…”  All thanks to your little blood sucker.

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[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Stress Relief

Pairing(s): Thor Odinson x male reader

Rating: Explicit

Requested: Yes or no?

Warnings: top Thor Odinson, bottom male reader, praise kink, oral sex, cum eating, slight spanking, biting, and blowjob (Thor receiving.

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Thor wants to unwind after working and dealing with his brother. You decided to give Thor the best way to relax. 

A/N:  Hello, my 🍓little strawberries🍓! I’m finally on summer break, so now I can work on requests! Hopefully, all requests will be made before the year ends. Anyways, enjoy!

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Read before continuing: If you’re younger than 18 or any warnings make you uncomfortable, do not continue reading! You may continue reading if there are no problems.

You were lying in bed, scrolling through social media to entertain yourself. Some people were doing the most idiotic things; others told stories from Reddit; and random memes that were becoming popular.

Nothing was happening. Usually, something would be happening at the Avengers Tower, but everybody is out doing something. Tony was testing new weapons in the desert, Steve and Sam were in Washington D.C, and the others you don’t know. 

Everything was quiet until your door opened. You jumped at the sudden intrusion until you looked to see it was Thor. 

He had an annoyed look on his face. You thought there was a vein popping out on his forehead. His jaw was clenching, face red with annoyance. He just looked at you before his features softened, but the look before was still there. 

He then sits right next to you.

You would ask what happened until you remembered why he was gone. Thor had gone back to Asgard to deal with some things. “Was it Loki or Odin?”

“Yeah,” Thor replied as he lays down.

“Do you want me to help you relax?” You said, moving your body closer to Thor’s. He immediately knew what you were hinting at. He smirks at your offer. 

“I would love that, darling,” Thor whispers into your ear as his rough hands roam underneath your shirt. He is pinching your nipples. You groan at the sensation of Thor’s touch. It was rough but soft and sweet.

Thor pulls his hands away. He pushed all the sheets to the side. His hands then move towards his pants, rubbing the noticeable bulge, blue eyes staring into yours. 

You moved from your position on the side of the bed to the floor between his legs. Thor removed his pants, revealing his enormous bulge trapped underneath his undergarments. You could see the thing throbbing with a little wet spot at the tip. 

Your mouth salivates at the sight. Thor smirks as he strokes his cock through the fabric. Without a second thought, you pulled down the last piece of clothing: The most delicious part of Thor.

No matter how often you saw Thor’s cock, it always amazed you. He had the cock of a God. 7.5 inches (19 cm) with veins tracing to the red tip. A somewhat darker shade compared to the rest of his body. His cock was also girthy, measuring 6.5 inches wide (16 cm). You could see the tiny slit already leaking a transparent liquid, precum.

“Like what you see?” Thor said gruffly, as he grabbed his thick cock and slapped it against your left cheek. Smearing his pre-cum all over your cheek. You sigh as Thor guides his cock to your mouth. 

The salty taste of Thor’s precum made contact with your tongue as he slowly pushed deep into your mouth. You could feel your nose touching Thor’s trimmed bush. An incredible musky scent feels your nostrils as Thor doesn’t move your head.

After a few moments, you pulled your head and began slurping his thick cock. Your tongue swirling around the fat red tip, drinking his sweet but salty pre-cum. Thor’s chest heaves as he feels your warm wet mouth slurping his enormous cock.

Thor’s cock felt warm and heavy inside your mouth. You pulled back again to lick the sides of his cock before tracing your tongue along the protruding vein. Thor begins to move his hips as he grips the bed sheets. His balls are slapping against the bottom of your chin. 

His grip on your head tightens as he thrusts into your mouth. “Fucking– so good…” Thor moans as he thrusts a little faster. He could feel your tongue flicking over the silt drinking his sticky precum from the source. 

Thor looks down to see a beautiful sight. You are on your knees sucking his cock, drool, and precum sipping from the edges of your mouth. His cock glistened in the light from your saliva as you moved up and down his cock.

“F-Fuck, baby… Y-you’re– s-sucking m-me so… g-good!” Thor begins to remove his shirt. His chiseled body glistened in sweat as his other hand moved to his pectorals. He groans as he plays with his rock-hard nipples. Twisting and turning while squeezing his pecs. 

“Y-You’re amazing! F-fuck” Thor thrusts faster as he lets out a loud groan. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, teeth-gritting. You feel his thick creamy cum gush out from his tip, making contact with your tongue. A salty taste was prevalent as it ran down your throat.

You could feel your cock throbbing in your pants. Some pre-cum seeping through the cloth of your briefs. You happily let the cum run down your throat.

Thor’s chest heaves up and down as he tries to calm his breathing. Sweat runs down his forehead as he continues to admire you from above.

You pull back from between his legs as you gather the remaining cum around your mouth. Eyes half-closed and lazy as you swirl your tongue around the cum coated finger.

“Fuck, baby… You must want me to fuck that tight ass of yours? Yeah?” *Thor growls as he pulls from the ground and throws you onto the bed. Face first and ass facing him.

You could feel Thor beginning to remove your pants and your briefs. The cold air makes your throbbing cock shiver from the coldness. 

Thor was mesmerized. His large rough hands move across the fat of your ass. Giving your ass slaps as he smirks from the way the flesh jiggles. 

His hands spread your cheeks apart to reveal your tight hole. Puckering from the air as it clenches around nothing.

He was chuckling to himself as he pushed you further into the mattress as his hands continued to smack your ass, enjoying the way it jiggled from the hard impact. Your ass turning red with noticeable handprints. 

“You’ve been working out? This ass got fatter. I like that,” Thor says as he squishes and kneads it like dough. Even though he had an orgasm a few minutes ago, his cock was throbbing again. 

The bed’s springs squeak as Thor’s heavy body moves temporarily to search through a nearby dresser. After a few seconds, he returns with a bottle of lube.

You could hear the bottle cap opening and the lubricant squeezing out onto his hand. Thor smears the lubricant all over his hand before moving them down toward your hole. 

Your eyes widened for two reasons. One was feeling Thor slowly penetrate your tight hole with the lubed finger. His thick fingers slowly pushed deeper until you felt one hit your prostate.

The other one is Thor wrapping his large hand around your throbbing cock. You could feel him slowly stroking. One finger swirls the tip to gather copious amounts of precum. He smears it everywhere, and your cock glistens. 

Your teeth clench the bed sheets as you bite down from how Thor is fingering your ass and stroking your leaking cock

“Does that feel good, baby?” Thor says as he thrusts his fingers faster and strokes your cock. He leans down to your neck, biting and licking your ear. 

You start to breathe harder. Your cock was throbbing and leaking more. The tip turns a little red. Your balls tighten as it signals your orgasm.

Thor strokes you faster. You moan into the sheets as your cock, overstimulated from Thor’s constant stroking and fingering, finally spurts out its white sticky cum. The substance coats Thor’s hand and he makes sure to milk every drop. 

Your eyes rolled back as you covered Thor’s hand in cum. 

“Delicious,” Thor says as he licks his hand clean of your cum. He pulls his fingers out after determining you were stretched enough.

You then feel Thor slap his hard cock against your cheek. Thor smiles as he hears your moans. He grinds his fat cock between your ass cheeks. The tip nearly penetrated the rim.

“It’s been forever since I pound this tight ass,” Thor growls as he pushes the tip past the rim. His cock was surrounded by the lubed insides, slowly pushing deeper until his cock rested against your prostate.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt Thor’s thick cock penetrate your ass. His groans could be heard as you clenched around him, sucking his cock deeper.

“F-fuck… r-right- oh… there!” You moan as you push your head deeper into the sheets as Thor settles down for a moment. Letting you breathe and calm down. 

After a minute or two, you give Thor confirmation to continue. He slowly pulls out and pushes back. You grip the sheets tighter as Thor thrusts into your ass. His cock slams into your prostate.  

Your limped cock starts to become erect as Thor continues to ram his cock. 

Thor’s hands grip your hips as he thrust wildly into your ass. His mind turns mushy from how tight you are. Loud squelching noise rings through the room.

He pulls your ass cheeks apart and watches how his cock disappears and reappears from your hole. “Such a slutty ass. This slutty ass belongs to me!” Thor growls as he starts stroking your cock again. Syncing the thrusts and stroking.

“Y-yours! B-belongs to you~” you scream in pleasure as Thor rams his cock into your prostate and his hand stroking your cock. 

You could feel your second orgasm nearing from the constant stimulation. His cock rearranging your guys. 

After a few more rough thrusts and strokes, your thighs tense and your hole clenched around his cock. Back arches up and screams of ecstasy as your orgasm ripples through your body. Spilling thick cum onto the bed sheets underneath you. Thick and hot seeping from the tip.

Thor groans as he gave a few more thrusts until he grips your hips tighter. The knot in his guts breaks open; he fills your ass, one spurt after another. Filling you to the brim. 

Your mouth fell open as your body collapsed onto the bed. Your body glistens from sweat and exhaustion.

Thor pulls his limped cock out of your ass. He grabs and spreads your cheeks, admiring the art he created. Cum gushing out. He then collapses next to you.

He pulls you closer to his body. You could feel your body sticking against his sweaty muscular one. He buries his head into your nap. 

“I love you, m/n.” 

THE END.

A/n: it's been forever since I wrote smut. I'm sorry if this took so long to post. Anyways, bye, my 🍓little strawberries🍓!

[girlsdads]

https://www.tumblr.com/girlsdads/762007245755170816

It looks like daniel is peeing

em!!! you put this in my brain and i promptly had a crisis, so of course i had to give Max that same crisis, and somehow this became 1.3k 🫡

cw: (consensual?) voyeurism, romanticized peeing

Practice gets red-flagged early on. Max doesn’t see who is in the barrier as he slowly passes, just knows it isn’t Daniel. He’d been assured of that down his radio almost instantly, though he hadn’t asked. He thinks it must be team protocol to tell him this, that it’s not his teammate in the totaled car. Still, Max flushes bone-deep, feeling too exposed, too obvious. Feeling like they know, everyone must know, his brain turns to goop around Daniel and he never catches himself in time.

He trails Daniel to his driver’s room anyway, knowing how it looks. Daniel grins over his shoulder at Max, starts skipping ahead, makes Max chase him. Warmth blooms in Max’s belly. He may be always following behind Daniel, but Daniel is always looking back.

Daniel shrugs his race suit off his shoulders, lets it hang open around his trim waist. The humidity has stamped dark patches on his white fireproofs where he’s started to sweat through. Max closes the door behind himself and stands there awkwardly, trying to think of something to say that will make Daniel laugh, trying not to make direct eye contact with Daniel’s sweaty armpits, lest he shove Daniel against the wall and stick his nose there.

What happens instead is much, much worse.

Daniel is making a beeline to the bathroom, thumbs hooking into the elastic over his flat pelvis. Max’s vision tunnels, the air in the room seeming to close in around him with a swoosh.

“What are you doing?” He hears himself ask, stupidly.

It’s obvious what Daniel is doing. He’s shimmying his hips side to side as he nears the toilet, wiggling the Nomex down. He’s left the door wide open. He stops and smiles at Max, blinding. “Gotta drain the snake, as they say.”

Who is saying this other than you, Max wants to shoot back, knows he should match Daniel’s cheeky tone, rib him a little then leave the fucking room like a normal person. He hears the wet pop of his own bottom lip dropping open, feels the weight of the words against his larynx, but is struck completely dumb watching Daniel pull out his flushed, soft cock.

Max has of course seen Daniel’s dick before, it would probably be more weird if he hadn’t, like he was purposely trying not to. But the handful of other times have only been glimpses in his periphery, nothing like this. Like this, close range and staring openly because Daniel knows Max is there and still he didn’t close the door, Max can see everything.

The double-stacked waistband of his briefs and fireproofs is tucked up snug under his balls. Max can see where the dark, stubbly hairs are starting to grow back, on his sac and around the base of his cock. Daniel has joked before, about manscaping, but to see the evidence of it like this is dizzying. Max wants to go to his knees and pull each ingrown hair free with his teeth.

Daniel holds himself loosely in his left hand, the ruddiness of his shaft clearly visible through the gaps between knucklebones. The head is peeking out past the circle of his index finger and thumb, fat and flushed a little darker than the rest of him. Even soft, his cock looks heavy and full. Max’s mouth floods with saliva and he sucks it back with his cheeks pinched in, hoping Daniel won’t hear the wet slurp.

His skin feels hot. He’s stuck like an ant under a magnifying glass in the sun, his insides incinerating as he watches an arc of piss flow from the gorgeous tip of Daniel’s cock, noisily splashing into the bowl.

Daniel groans, his chin bobbing down toward his chest like someone cut the string that was holding his head upright. Piss hisses out of him, harder now, like he’s pushing it. It is so loud and the walls are thin—anyone lingering nearby must be able to hear, to know. Max wishes he could put up a forcefield, shelter them both inside where only Max can hear the sounds Daniel’s body makes.

It is all over so quickly. The stream trickles to a stop and then Daniel is shaking off the last little dribbles before he’s tucking himself away. Max feels a pang in his chest like grief—he hadn’t finished mentally cataloguing every angle of this moment, needs the image 3D printed into his brain so he can remember forever. Daniel will probably never speak to him again after this, will certainly not let Max anywhere near his bare cock once he turns and sees—Max is hard.

Daniel is shrugging back into the shoulders of his race suit and Max is standing there tenting his own, mortifyingly obvious. Max braces for whatever awkward joke Daniel will try to make to mask his disgust, as he faces Max finally.

He watches Daniel notice. He watches his eyes go slightly bigger and rounder, watches his jaw tick like he’s going to drop it. His gaze feels like a physical weight. Max’s dick throbs once, twice. There is no way Daniel cannot see.

Daniel says nothing, in the end. He smiles at Max, easy as anything, as if Max isn’t a complete freak of nature with a boner from watching his teammate take a piss. He even claps Max on the shoulder as he passes on his way out the door, doesn’t seem to catch how Max sways, knees wobbly, under his touch.

And then Max is alone in Daniel’s driver’s room. Alone and hard and—fuck, a realization burns through him—Daniel didn’t flush.

Max lurches forward before he can stop himself. His foot catches on some part of the floor and he stumbles, nearly going to his knees right there in front of the toilet.

It should be mostly clear, with how they are supposed to be staying hydrated, but apparently Daniel is not doing a very good job. Max has to steady himself with one hand on the wall as he stares down into the bowl, dazed. The water is tinged an unmistakable yellow. It hits Max viscerally, that Daniel has bodily functions and that he did one of those right in front of Max, was comfortable enough to not care if he saw. It’s unbearably intimate in a way that Max can’t think too hard about or he’ll forget how to drive his car, probably. He thinks, wildly, that he wishes he could live inside Daniel’s body, surrounded by all the microscopic things that make him him. He wants to kiss every single one of Daniel’s cells and thank them for keeping him alive.

Even more wildly—he wants to massage his bladder from the inside, tell it he’s sorry it had to get so full, that Daniel should never have to hold it for too long, that he could always if he cannot wait tell Max to go to his knees, and Max would, anywhere, tip his head back and open up for everything Daniel has to give—

Max rips his layers off, feeling frenzied. Elastic stretches around his thighs as he squats lower, his cock now leaking bare over the bowl full of Daniel’s pee. He had foregone underwear earlier, the crotch of his fireproofs now absolutely soaked through with precome. It will be cold and sticky around his cock and balls when he gets back in the car, he will have to drive again and feel it and he will think about Daniel and his dehydrated piss and the sound he made when he let go—

Max comes, shaking, aiming his cock so that it splatters into the bowl, milky white swirling with yellow. Max and Daniel together, like it should be always.

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Simon "Ghost" Riley NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of spanking, mentions of knife play, mentions of somnophilia, mentions of bondage, possessive Ghost, mentions of masturbation, mentions of breeding kink, mentions of being mugged, marking, just general smut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man will NOT rest until you are satisfied, both during and after sex.

You name it - a bath, massage, satin bedsheets and chocolate - it's yours.

He knows how hard it is to take all of him given both his sheer size and how rough he can be, so he knows you deserve nothing less than the best for your service.

He never thought he'd be on the giving end of the whole "Thank you for your service" speech.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: His legs, particularly his thighs. Loves how strong they are and how much you like them, too.

Have been many occasions where you've called him "dummy thick", thus leading to him actually acknowledging how large his thighs are.

Enjoys bending you over his thigh and spanking you. Period.

Yours: Anything he can mark. Which is everything.

Man will find a way to make sure you look like you've been JUMPED by how many hickeys he leaves on your body.

And if it weren't for their placement - on your neck, chest and between your thighs - people would likely assume you had been mugged.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Will cum inside you at any given opportunity.

After fucking you raw for the first time, he can't go back to wearing condoms now.

He will if you ask him, but you both enjoy the feeling when he doesn't.

Will absolutely cover you in his cum btw. And I mean c o v e r - for therapeutic purpuses.

"Therapeutic" meaning he wants to show you who owns you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Takes a pair of your underwear with him when he's called back on duty.

They remind him of your touch, your body. Make him feel a little less closer to you.

Also uses them to jack off; man is busting a fat nut whenever he's holding your underwear in one hand and milking himself with the other.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

In theory, very, but he's had few-to-no chances of getting to exercise his galaxy brain knowledge.

That said, he knows exactly which buttons to press to have you crying under him. And is not ashamed to abuse that power.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

If you're AFAB: Missionary. Loves watching his cock bulge in your stomach as he ploughs into you. Your parted lips and pleading sobs are a source of intoxicating validation for him that he is the only man you'll ever want or need. He's just making sure you know that, too.

If you're AMAB: Doggy style. He threads one hand through your hand and grips it, pulling your head back to whisper obscenities in your ear. He's pushing down on the small of your back with his other hand, making sure you're not getting away from him that easily.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Dead serious.

If y'all fucking, it's either because he's showing you the most vulnerable, exposed corners of his love for you, and humour has no place in the bedroom at a time like this; or he's angry. Either way, the only smile he's cracking is one of sheer love or absolute cruelty.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

When he's away, he doesn't need to keep himself trimmed or presentable since no-one's going to be seeing that part of him.

When he's home, however, he'll get himself into hair and makeup if that's your preference. But there will be times when he forgets or simply can't be bothered, but he'll try his best :-).

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

In the bedroom, nothing else exists aside from you and him.

He'll pour his soul out to you through physical touch rather than words, unless he's feeling particularly sentimental and needs you to hear how much you mean to him, how good you make him feel (both sexually and non-sexually).

Makes intense eye contact with you throughout, half-lidded and eyes glazed with the impenetrable sheen of lust and love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he's away, he'll jack off once every 2-3 days, his line of work making it difficult for him to have enough time alone to: 1.) get hard, and 2.) jack off.

When he's home, he rarely does it because he doesn't need to. He has you, and you've never turned him down, nor has he you. But if you've fallen asleep and he's still horny, and you didn't agree to partaking in somnophilia or he doesn't want to wake you, he'll deal with the issue himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh boy, here we go *cracks knuckles*.

Breeding kink - he wants complete ownership of you, and having part of him literally inside you is the best way he goes about it. That, and he just wants to have a happy family (aww).

Somnophilia (as previously discussed) - just something about you trusting him enough to handle your unconscious body sends him feral.

Size kink - man's massive, you're not. Likes having his ego stroked by seeing his cock bulging inside you. Need there be more said?

Knife kink - again with the trust; it means a lot to him.

Bondage - please see above. This man is a top through and through and he thrives off people being at his mercy.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home, in the bedroom, shower, living room - anywhere familiar enough that he feels safe.

Not just for his sake, but for yours, too.

He needs to be somewhere secure so he can protect you.

He knows the layout of the house and so feels most confident there. Means he can relax and take his time with you.

Also means nobody else will have their prying eyes all over you

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Just you.

But if you do something that makes him remember just how special you make him feel (so basically anything), he is down horrendous.

Will not let you go until you've felt the full extent of his love.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any form of bodily harm.

He's terrified of hurting you.

With knife play, it's different because he can control his strength and knows he's not going to cut you deep enough (if at all) to leave any permanent scars or damage).

And thus will avoid any possible scenario where he could end up breaking that streak.

Also wouldn't have a threesome or a couple swap.

You're his and his alone, and his soul belongs to you.

He wouldn't see anyone else as a threat and more so a mockery, and trust that Ghost does not like his ego being injured.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves receiving and giving.

He's a simple man; he sees an opportunity for head, he takes it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the mood.

He usually enjoys going slow and pressing scorching kisses to your body if you or him want to. But when he's angry or wants to finish, he'll go fast and rough (given that you want it and can stand it).

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn't partake in them.

He likes to take his time with you, even if he's angry-fucking.

He'll draw out the entire experience for as long as you can stay awake to feel it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's open-minded and will try anything you want to and will perform it to the best of his ability.

Unless it's anything to do with involving someone else.

He will not share you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Too many.

He'll outlast you by a good three rounds given his rigorous military training, patience, and behemoth build.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't own many, if any, since you've only ever needed each other to be satisfied.

Would be open-minded if you wanted to experiment, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If he's feeling patient, he'll refuse to penetrate you, instead poking and prodding and stroking anywhere but where you need him most.

After that, he'll just edge you for hours until he knows you can't take it anymore.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Can be vocal but will usually grunt or groan.

Isn't a natural moaner like Konig or Alejandro, but that doesn't mean your touch doesn't drive him to the edge of insanity.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You are the light of his life and will not hesitate to stop if he thinks he's hurt you in a way you're not into.

You'll have to reassure him many times before you can continue that yes, you're okay. No, you don't need an ice pack.

He only does it because he has the upmost respect for you and loves you with every fibre the universe has to offer.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

8 inches, very girthy.

Struggles fitting it in sometimes; it burns when he pushes into you if you don't have time to be warmed up, but that doesn't stop the two of you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

When he's away: he's in dangerous situations more often than not, so he doesn't really get the chance to havea sex drive. However, as mentioned earlier, he'll jack off every 2-3 days, so pretty average.

When he's at home: he can and will go at any time. If you want to spend the whole day in bed, then so be it; Ghost's not one to say no to someone in peril.

Would spend every day with you like that if he could.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on if you want or need aftercare after the fact.

If you don't, he'll wait until you've fallen asleep and join you.

But if he's giving you aftercare, he'll wait until you're tucked in bed and wait until you fall asleep.

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Masterlist Masterlist [Continued] Masterpost Modern Warfare AI Masterlist

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NSFW Alphabet Template by @the-coldest-goodbye

[aizawabuttdandruff]

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MDNI(seriously you little slobs)

NSFW

Warning: mating press, praise/degradation, sloppy ass kissing just filthy, balls hitting the ass cheeks mhm mhm check, breeding? Come on now, why wouldn’t I~? Last but not least marking (two types)

When he’s beating down your cervix and pinning your knees by your ears all while the sound of balls hitting your ass repeatedly echos into the walls and bounce right back into yours all the way down to your throbbing clit, which was being tortured by his skillful thumb that keeps rubbing gooey delicious circles into it. Sending shockwaves after shockwaves into your pretty little dumb head. He loves when you get like this! Hair messy, body sweating, drooling and babbling from the mouth about how good it feels and how you simply just “can’t take it- feel s’good, s’deep.” And oh he can’t forget his favorite phrase “feel i’all in m’-tummy.” You’re just so damn cute when your beg and babble at him for stop and keep going, you don’t even know what the hell you want anymore and you don’t even know what to grab anymore because your grabbing at the sheets, his back, his thighs, shit you even take a chunk outta that ass he got back there twerking behind him in the mirror of your slide door closet. You can’t even giggle because you find it so hot how it clenches with each thrust he makes inside you. And oh when you cum? He’s not gonna stop. He can’t help it. It takes him longer to cum so he’ll talk you through it

“That’s it baby, j- fuck, just breathe. We wouldn’t want you to ruin this perfect orgasm now would we? You’ll be my perfect little slut right? All mine right?”

He’s such a cocky little big asshole, and he knows it but does he care? Of course not, why would he? Not when your cunt is practically gripping and sucking him int like a vice that he can’t pull out from even if he want to. He’s licking and sucking down your neck, leaving little marks down your neck and to your collarbones and nips at it playfully just to hear you let out a little meek mewl of surprise, he could only chuckle as his tip continued to bump and kiss the back your walls. Your left scratches all over his back and arms from the overstimulation you’re experiencing at the moment. But you could only nod at his words and cry out in agonizing pleasure. Suddenly his hips started to get sloppy and you were approaching another orgasm already, he could feel it and you definitely can feel him throbbing as you clench around him, with a silent cry with your back arching off the bed and your toes curling you were soon creaming all around his fat cock, leaving a nice creamy white ring around his thick base and his trimmed pubes. Oh he was in heaven. That’s what he wanted to see. And that’s all it takes for him to push himself as deep as he could inside you pinning your body down as he pumps his cum deep inside of you, making you gasp and the gooey warmth soothed your sore cervix. But he wasn’t done, nope farm from it. Hr quickly pulled out and stood over you as he cums all over your face and chest like some asshole, but you’re his after all, you said it!

[darthdaddi]

In the Garden Pt. 1

18+ (minors dni), no particular warnings it's just smutty, slight face slap? Not proofread ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

751 words

Padawan!Anakin would def fuck you in the Temple's garden, or take you on pretty dates depending on his mood. He's always looking for something risqué to do, something that is almost public and on the cusp of being caught, dragging you into the pretty garden that is meant to be sacred and used for meditation and Force practices. Anakin takes you deep into the flowery parts of the labyrinth, but meerly just to satisfy your worry of being caught. If it were completely up to him, he'd most likely be right in the open where anyone could see if they looked out a window or balcony. But for now, he doesn't make you worry your little head.

"C'mere, gotta taste your lips.", He mumbled and pulled you in by the hips, kissing you tenderly to start out with. "Ugh, you're all sweaty, Ani!" You protest and wipe your lips off with the back of your hand, which gained a chuckle from him, "Then you're really not gonna like what happens next if you're afraid of a little sweat on my lips." Anakin mumbled, a little smirk played on his lips, and before you could speak he was already shoving you down onto your knees greedily. He shushed you as he fiddled with his utility belt to get it off, finally releasing it in which it clinked off the stone pathway.

Anakin pulled his cock out from his pants and tapped it to your lips, "Ahhh." He teased and opened his mouth, wanting you to do the same. You begrudgingly opened your mouth, but really couldn't push away the smell lingering in his trimmed hairs. It was musky in a way that was almost delicious, like a good odor but would never admit that to him because he'd definitely get a big head over it. Maybe would even tease you about giving his boxers to you just to smell him all over again. Gross. Is the word that crossed your mind first, then again... Before you could continue your thoughts, Anakin slammed himself into your mouth, lower abdomen already pressed firmly into your forehead. You slap his thigh in protest to let up on you, but to no avail because Anakin started fucking your mouth, "Maybe if you stop daydreaming about my boxers, you'd pay attention to what I said." He muttered gruffly and held the sides of your head, fucking his heavy cock in and out of your pretty little mouth.

You squeezed your eyes shut, the squelching sound of the fat head if his cock pistoning in and out of your throat repeatedly filled your ears, and the small area around then in the garden. "Open your eyes, look at me. I want to see those pretty eyes." Anakin grunted, jaw clenched after he finished his sentence. He gave a slight slap to your cheek, grabbing your attention which was enough for your eyes to shoot open. 'Did he just slap me?' You said internally, eyes wide as you stared up at him. Anakin smirked as he stopped his aggressive thrusts, switching to more smooth rolling of his hips. Damn he did look hot... How he held up his tunic out of the way to see your face and how you're taking him. But mostly for you, you could see his abdominal muscles flex every roll of his hips. "Gonna cum, don't you dare move away." Anakin warned as she held the back of your head, still rolling his hips but a little more aggressively this time, just trying to get himself off quickly but still enjoying your throat thoroughly. After a few grunts, and sloppy thrusts, that warm bitter/sweet liquid erupted in your mouth and followed by a low 'mmnn' from Anakin. He pulled out from your sweet mouth and sighed as he adjusted himself back into his pants. You looked up at him with furrowed brows, "That's it? That's what your dragged me out here for?" Practically protesting, wiping his sticky cum from the corner of your mouth with your thumb and sucked it off. "I dunno, is it?" Anakin chuckled and looked down at you, holding his hand out to help you up before turning you around to face the beautiful scene he created moments before leading you to the gardens. "Ani..." You blushed and playfully smacked him, seeing the pretty display in front of you. A blanket laid out, white lights strung in the overhead trees, and of course your favorite snack, white strawberry and whipped cream...

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Hello friends! It's been sooo long since I've wrote anything and I'm feeling a little rusty, but I didn't want to not put out this little series I'm coming up with any longer. I love the idea of him having a little secret relationship with you, doing something sweet yet scandalous. I hope you enjoy, like and follow pookies (- ε -)

[whore4abby]

fun lil req…

u and abby are studying together n she’s not doing a good job :(( so u offer some encouragement. for every question she answers right, u take a piece of clothing off. can be loser!abby or pervy!abby or BOTH 😵‍💫🤭🩷

show and tell; abby anderson

you try to tutor abby for an upcoming college asssignment. abby has trouble comprehending the questions…until you think of a little solution.

warnings; tiny mentions of nudity + sex, mndi

wc; 0.6k

abby keeps messing up the simple equations, she feels so stupid and just wants to pound her head against the desk in annoyance. her head beginning to hurt as she's starting to get so frustrated with herself. she throws her pen down onto her desk in anger and groans loudly.

“i can’t believe i’m struggling with this…i’m a complete idiot.” she mutters, putting her hands to her forehead and sighing heavily. the room grows silent for a moment but before abby could complain more about her stupidity she feels your hand on her shoulder.

“you’re not stupid, abby.” you coo and tuck some stray hair behind her ear. she sighs heavily and nods, looking extremely unmotivated and bored.

“i think i have an idea…” you smirk and she removes her hands from her face to look at you, noticing the smugness on your face and raising her eyebrows. “what’s your idea?” she asks softly, her breath hitching as your hand on her shoulder starts to trail down her toned forearm.

“for every question you get right…i’ll take something off~” you purr, leaning in close to her ear and staring at the goose bumps forming at the nape of her neck. abby’s eyes light up and her cheeks turn a deep red when she hears your idea she takes a deep breath, nodding her head frantically and smiling shyly.

she moves her focus back to her notebook and takes the pen back into her hand and tries to answer the question again. “alright…uhm…is the answer 9?” abby queries, hoping to god that its right.

“mhm!” you nod, lifting up your arms and pulling off your sweater, revealing your lace-trimmed camisole underneath. abby looks over at you and gulps, feeling the blood rush to her face and her heart rate starting to speed up.

you watch abby working on the math problem. noticing the slight blush on her face and her hands starting to shake a little bit as she clutches onto her pen. you can’t help but grin mischievously as abby looks so cute struggling to figure out the math problem.

“okay…42?” abby asks, her voice slightly broken and high pitched as she points to the question on the paper. you check over her answer and shake your head pitifully, “try again, baby~”

she puts her head back down, her pen frantically scratching against the notepad and her shaky fingers prodding at the keys on her calculator. her voice wavering as she struggles to keep her composure around you, “uhm…is it 45?”

“yeah. good job, abs…” you smile sweetly as abby finally gets the question correct, looking into each of her wide eyes before moving your eyes to look at her lips, quickly ripping your gaze away to pull off the camisole covering your torso.

you’re left in your bra, nipples hardening against the thin lacy material, watching as abby’s eyes dart from either side of your chest, lingering on the fat of your breasts spilling out over the edge of the seam.

you laugh at abby’s reaction, finding enjoyment in watching her become more and more flustered with each minute.

abby tries to ignore it. to ignore the way her heart is pounding and her head is starting to feel dizzy. she can’t help but bite her lip as she stares down at the valley between your tits with absolutely so shame. eyes bugging out of her head as she practically drools, imagining what you would look like without your bra on, tits bouncing in front of her face as you ride her.

“and would you look at that….that was the last question!” you giggle and close over her notebook with a subtle thud before standing up and grabbing your clothes. you quickly slip them back on while she watches, her mouth agape, lips parting and pressing together again as she struggles to form words.

“t-thats not fair!” she splutters and pouts at you, wanting nothing more than to reach out for your hips and to drag you down onto her lap.

“bye, abs~” you giggle and lean over to kiss her flushed cheek before grabbing your things and walking out of her room nonchalantly, looking back over you shoulder and waving at her innocently.

[mellowsadistic]

The Flower Girl - Part 4

Grace sat on the floor with her legs spread out in front of her, playing with her Barbie dolls. Her once sleek, elegant blonde hair was tied up in a pair of scruffy pigtails. She wore a bib over her bare breasts; it was splattered with baby food, and a fair amount was still smeared around her mouth and chin. Her trim, tight tummy was gone – she didn’t get much exercise anymore, and the rich creamy bottles of formula she constantly drank ensured that her belly had a permanent layer of baby fat. Her thick disposable diaper bulged between her legs, clearly soaked to the brim, and there was a strong potty smell surrounding her that let anyone who came close know that she’d pooped her pants. It was how little Gracie spend most of her days.

After the worst day of her life, Grace had spent a couple of weeks back with her mother while Jessica and Rob went on their honeymoon. Two weeks of having her own mother treat her like she was an overgrown two-year-old, feeding her and bathing her and wiping her butt for her, and talking at length about how lucky they were that Jessica had put Grace ‘in her rightful place’.

But things were even worse once Jessica got back. Grace was her little girl now, a plaything to tease and taunt however she wanted, a witness to her victory. Jessica gave her all sorts of ridiculous tasks to do, and Gracie did every one of them with a dumb grin on her face – wiggling her butt and singing along to The Wheels on the Bus, playing tea-parties with her stuffed animals, seeing just how much of a mess she could make of herself during mealtimes in her highchair.

Grace looked up from her Barbies and took in the living room. There were lots of new pictures up on the shelves. Pictures of Jessica and Rob looking radiant together as they held hands and kissed on their wedding day. And of course, pictures of her. Pictures of her sucking her toes in the middle of a nappy change. Pictures of her making silly faces at the camera. And, in pride of place above the mantlepiece, a picture of her in her flower girl dress, squatting down in the middle of the aisle, making a messy diaper on what should have been her special day.

After she’d spent a few more weeks as a helpless passenger in her own body, squishing around in poopy pants, giggling along to baby shows, and getting her butt spanked for misbehaviour, Jessica had finally deigned to tell her how she’d stripped away her adulthood and autonomy and turned all her family and friends, including her beloved Rob, into her beaming accomplices – not that knowing did her much good. I’m a witch, you silly slut. All it took was a little spell to make your body act like a dumb toddler while keeping your mind trapped inside. I want you to know you’re being punished, after all. Then I cast another spell on all your wedding guests to make them think that I’m the one who ought to be marrying Rob, and that being my well-disciplined daughter is exactly what you deserve. Even your own mother thinks so! The only difficulty was this kind of magic requires eye contact, so it was easiest to wait until the ceremony when everyone closest to you was gathered in one place, and I could work my spell on them all at once. Besides, it was so much more fun to take Rob away from you right at the last moment!

Suddenly, Grace heard a noise at the front door, the turning of a key in the lock. “Dada!” she squealed, getting to her feet and toddling over to the man who should have been her husband, her bare breasts wobbling about ludicrously and her nappy crinkling loudly with every step.

“Hi princess!” said Rob, ruffling his ex-fiancée’s hair. Then he wrinkled his nose. “Peeyew! I think someone’s done a stinky!”

“I’m a stupid, stinky wittle giwl!” Gracie said proudly.

Rob chuckled and pulled her in for a cuddle. “Daddy loves you, sweetheart,” he cooed. “Even if you are just a stinky little girl who’s too stupid for potty training.”

He kissed her on the forehead and Grace felt a pleasant tingling run through her body. Rob still loved her. Grace supposed she should be grateful for that – even if it was as a Daddy instead of as a husband.

No! She couldn’t start thinking like that. She was going to break whatever hold Jessica had over her and Rob! She couldn’t spend the rest of her life like this!

“Hi Rob!” came Jessica’s voice. “Did you have a good day at work?” She swept down the stairs and rushed over to him, flashing a smirk at Grace before cupping a hand to her husband’s cheek and kissing him passionately.

Gracie giggled happily at the sight of her Mummy and Daddy’s affection for each other, but inside she was boiling with anger. That bitch needed to get her tongue out of Rob’s mouth right now, or else… or else…

Or else what? she asked herself bitterly. She’d blow a raspberry at her? Stomp her feet and throw a tantrum? Make an even bigger mess in her diaper for her to clean up?

Jessica pressed her body against Rob’s, and Grace saw Rob’s hand move down her back to squeeze her ass. Jessica moaned into his mouth.

“What about Gracie?” Rob asked, breaking off the kiss momentarily. “She needs changing.”

“She can wait,” Jessica said. “Some time in a messy nappy will help her learn her place.”

“You’re too harsh on her sometimes.”

“She has to learn she’s not a grown-up anymore,” Jessica said firmly. “She’s nothing but a silly, smelly baby now, no matter how big her tits are. She’s never going to be an adult again, so she might as well get used to poopy pants.”

Rob nodded and went back to kissing his wife.

Grace wanted to scream and cry, but instead she just pouted – as if her life being ruined forever was some mild annoyance to her, on par with having to take a nap or go and sit in time-out.

“Still,” said Jessica, breaking off the kiss again, “we don’t want her ruining the mood with her stinky Pampers.” She turned to grin maliciously at Grace, who was still standing there watching, sucking one of her fingers. “Bedtime for you, potty-pants.”

“But Mama!” Grace heard herself whining. “It’s only 6 o’ clock!”

Jessica flashed her a stern look, and Grace felt her diaper warming as she peed herself out of fear. Little Gracie didn’t want Mummy to turn her tushy red again.

Hating how pathetic Jessica had made her, she whimpered and turned around, waddling off dejectedly to her nursery. She climbed into her crib, clutching half a dozen stuffed animals to her, and lay her head down on her pillow, trying to ignore the disgusting mess in her nappy and fall asleep while the sounds of Jessica and Rob’s passionate sex echoed through the house.

Grace sobbed on the inside, the realisation finally dawning on her that Jessica had won. Her adult privileges had been revoked forever, all because of a jealous woman’s grudge, and she’d just have to get used to her new life as a stupid, big-titted baby. There was nothing else she could do. Grace felt her thumb slip between her lips as she drifted off to sleep in her loaded diaper, hoping that she’d get to dream about a life where she’d been the one to marry Rob, or at the very least, where she was allowed to go potty somewhere that wasn’t in her pants.

The End

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[kooberryfields4ever]

releasing a little earlier than anticipated cos it’s 4:30am and i can’t sleep cos i’m busy thinking abt jay ….. i was sooo excited to work on this one icl😭😭 jay nsfw alphabet will be a ride (literally) 🙏 jake up next and then enha hyung line is finished nd i’ll probs start teasing fics/drabbles …. & i’ll probs release ones for jk/soobieboobie too so if ur interested in them pls look out🥺

content warning : nsfw below the cut, dom/sub vibes, ddlg, breeding, spanking/bdsm (minor) etc etc

MDNI !

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jay is a very attentive and romantically in-tune guy !!! despite how rough he likes to be with ur body he’ll always make sure ur perfectly looked after when he’s done using u

and boy will he use u…… like aftercare is very much necessary….. more on that later :3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

fingers………… guitarist…… need i elaborate???

and he’s so good with them too like to the point where some nights u beg him to just use his fingers to get u off

his favourite body part of urs is ur ass :3

just loves seeing how red it gets when he spanks u to tears

the way it jiggles after he slaps it n it just feels so good to play with it n grab it n spread it so he can get a perfect view of ur holes all creamy for him :((

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

very clean abt it, likes using condoms so he can throw away what’s necessary and there’s less to clean up

but on the off chance that he’s feeling particularly primal :))

expect to be fucked absolutely to the brim w his cum :))

like i’m talking no holding back full breeding kink jongseong mode, wants to see u full enough to carry a baby even tho ur on the pill nd the chances r so low &lt;;/3

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

has maybe thought abt babytrapping u once or twice😄😄 he can’t help it :(( the thought of u with a beautiful round belly and swollen tits makes his mouth water :(( just wants u bred so perfectly, wants to make u a mummy so bad…..

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i think jay is one of those naturally gifted sex havers

like i don’t think he watches porn much and like everyone else i’ve spoken abt i think it’s too early into their career and they’re too busy to experience much in their own schedules

but he just gets it,,,,,, like he knows his own vibes and he knows what he’s into and he’s VERY in tune with his partners

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

reverse cowgirl :3

loves to see that fat ass bounce while he fucks u from below….

gives him a god opportunity to pull u back against his chest n wrap his fingers around ur throat too

drives him crazy seeing u get lightheaded while he pounds into ur pussy

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

defos a more serious lover but not in a sunghoon way, more intimidating….

i just see him getting rly turned on when u listen to his instructions and take what he says seriously outside of sex, so i feel like it would apply during as well

but not necessarily always serious

like there are days he feels less dom and just wants to fuck his girl nice and slow, feel u squeeze around him, that’s when he’ll be open to a few giggles and having fun

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

in between hoon and heeseung methinks

like not fully shaven but def trims shorter and more regularly than hee

feels more masculine with hair nd kind of likes when he sees ur nose buried in his bush when u give him head

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s very romantic &lt;3

sex is passion and love and seduction and jay wants to make sure that even when he’s being rough and a little bit mean u know he loves u beyond what he could possibly articulate

so yeah expect candles and roses and slow sensual music while he drives himself deep into ur cunt

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

likes to have a wank every now and again, for his health x

not shy to call u up or text u (sext u) when he wants to get off and ur not around

just be prepared for videos of him jerking it from start to finish where all u can hear is the slickness of his cock in his hand and his quick breaths while he tells u how bad he misses that cunt of urs, wants to fuck his cute little girl so bad….

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

don’t shoot me

a little bit of ddlg

discovered it one night randomly when u guys were discussing ur future and having children and u referred to him as “a daddy” offhandedly

made his cock instantly hard, he just knew that second he had to fuck u and fill u with his cum and get u to call him daddy again the whole night like a good little girl

also think he’d be major into giving praise, not much of a degrader but if ur being a stubborn little girl don’t expect him to be nice about it….

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

bed.

yawnnnnn kooberry will u ever say anything different

no >:( enha hyung line to me (minus jake) want to share their intimacy with nothing but the bedroom !!!!!

like why fuck u anywhere but in his bed where he knows nobody else can see his little girl while he pounds into her tight pussy and works her clit until she’s cumming around his cock again and again :((

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when ur being rly attentive and good for him, like without realising

like if he tells u to get something from the fridge for him and u do it without question…..

takes all of his willpower to not stop cooking and bend u over the kitchen counter to stuff u full of his fingers nd praise u for being such a good girl for daddy :3

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

probably heavy degradation, calling u a slut, whore etc

i think the worst he’d say is “stop being such a fucking brat” nd that’s if ur testing his patience like pushing his buttons to no end (which he enjoys sometimes)

would also probably start fucking u harder and faster in apology while spanking ur ass beet red for being a brat

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

prefers giving. loves treating u good and making sure ur looked after before him

it’s not sex with jeongseong if u havent orgasmed at least once before he fucks u

maybe even twice

likes receiving too, loves when u relax ur throat around him and let him use his hands to guide u nd fuck ur throat a little

especially when u gag a little omfg. drives him crazy with need like …. ur letting him use ur mouth soooo well like a good girl

defos still more of a giver

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and VERY rough

like shoving ur face into the pillow to get u to shut the fuck up while he pounds into u kind of rough

can’t have anyone else hear how good his little girl takes his cock can he ???? then he’d rly have to punish u

flips u onto ur back so he can pin ur legs against the side of ur head and shove himself deeper and deeper while sucking on ur nipples and rubbing ur clit aggressively

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he would, by this point he’s an expert with ur pussy and knows he can make u cum easily if ur both needy but on a time crunch

like i can picture him shoving u into the supply cupboard at mubank before prerecording and pressing u against the wall…. has to apologise over and over again for the stretch cos he can’t open u up properly rn but it’s okay cos ur already so wet he can just slide right in anyway :(( and then his fingers are already at ur clit or tweaking ur nipples so u cum first <3 nd he can get u on ur knees and shove his length down ur throat until he finishes with no mess :3

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

sure, risk is a part of the fun ;)

would gladly take u in semi-public places like a fitting room or an unlocked dressing room bc it turns him on thinking about the ways he can get u to shut the fuck up

like how deep can he fuck u while ur mouth is gagged with ur panties ?? the answer is VERY

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

honestly takes him a long time to cum so i don’t necessarily see him wanting to go multiple rounds when ur always so spent after the first from how long he plays with u and fucks u

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

owns them for u and u only

stuff like a small paddle or different vibrator wands cos sometimes he wants to try something new and get u to cum harder, like a challenge to himself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

teases when he feels like a) u need punishment, or b) he’s feeling like a bit of a dickhead

likes to thrust his raw dick up and down ur wet folds while he opens up the condom wrapper, just to hear u beg a little

but if u beg hard enough (and call him daddy) he’ll forget the condom all together and just slide into u raw nd give his little girl exactly what she needs :((

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

rly low grunts

i just don’t think he’s very vocal otherwise, maybe when he’s praising u or telling u how bratty ur being

but otherwise it’s just his deep sexy grunts

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

u nd him r cooking in the kitchen when his phone rings…. his hands r all messy so he asks u to go answer it and of course like the good girl u are, u obey immediately :3 nd u look so cute when u answer, covering the microphone to whisper “it’s jake” to him, that he can’t help but rinse off his fingers immediately and pin u to the wall……. n he’s being so dirty :(( and unfair :(((( and whispering shit in ur ear like “daddy’s good girl, answering the phone for me, ur not gonna let him hear u now tho are u??” while u try to hold back moans n he shoves his fingers past ur waistband :(((

and jake’s just as confused !!!!! “y/n??? u good??? where’s jay??” he questions while jay plays with ur pussy and kisses at ur neck, telling u to answer

he’s so mean :((( u just have to tell jake to call back later he’s too busy!!!!! hanging up and tossing the phone to the side so jay can finish u off ^_^

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

slightly above average length, not too girthy

made to shove himself deep and fill u up just enough to beg for more :3

circumcised !

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty average, needs to fuck u at least once a week if he can

can do without for a while but just be careful when ur back around him bc there’ll be some subconscious pent up energy there….

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think he falls asleep quite easily after sex

likes to clean u up and give u a massage and some food n drink but as soon as he’s done all that and cuddled up next to u he’s out like a light