#Until they find it hot and give me soft forehead kisses

[humlase]

Being in love is so embarrassing, I want to scream at them in my native tounge until they leave me alone.

[yawnderu]

A one-night stand with Simon completely ruins you for any other man.

His hands are forever tainted with blood and sin, yet despite the callouses adorning the rough skin, Simon’s touch is uncharacteristically gentle for someone his size, nearing a dangerous softness that has your heart beating faster by the second. 

His grip on your hips tightens, pulling you down onto his thick, hard cock, the flared tip slamming into the depths of your cunt, every single sensitive spot stimulated, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing through the dimly lit room, mingling with your moans.

“Look at you.” His deep voice is thick with approval, tired eyes tracing the line of your collarbone, the swell of your tits, the curve of your waist, admiring you like you're nothing short of a work of art. So fucking perfect, and all his for the night. 

“Fuckin’ beautiful.” More than death’s instrument, Simon Riley is just a man, unable to resist temptation— unable to resist the pleading look in your eyes, silently begging for more. His grip on your hips falters, one of his hands trailing up your sweaty, warm skin, pulling you down until your face finds shelter on the crook of his neck, your soft lips hovering over his pulse, a silent display of trust given with such ease to a complete stranger. 

He pulled back and thrust inside you again, setting a less brutal rhythm, nothing in his hazy mind but the goal of making you cum first.  He couldn’t help but reach between your bodies, applying light pressure on your swollen clit as he fucked you deeper, his thick tip ramming against your cervix over and over, his breath hot against your skin with each groan leaving his lips.

His free hand comes up to grasp your jaw, fingers lightly digging into the skin as he captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a primal dance of lust. The bitter taste of tobacco and bourbon in his saliva makes you whine, your soft hands coming up to cup his cheeks, half-lidded brown eyes meeting your gaze when you pull away.

“Fuck… gonna cum.” Simon’s breath grows heavier at the pure hunger in your eyes, dancing along a vulnerability he wasn’t used to. Amid the pleasure coiling in your stomach, your hips begin to move to match his intense pace, meeting his thrusts halfway. Simon’s thumb presses harder against your swollen clit, circling it slowly, your walls tightening around his aching cock, dragging a quiet, muffled moan out of him.

“That’s it, sweetheart, cum for me.” Simon’s voice quivers as he lets out a low groan, his free hand going down to grab a handful of your ass, the fat and muscle seeping through his fingers when he squeezes. He pushes deeper into you, trying to reach that blissful peak you both crave. His thrusts grow more desperate, a familiar tightness in his lower stomach threatening to make him cum, using your body as leverage to fuck into you harder, deeper. 

“Oh… oh, fuck.” His cock twitches at your whiny moans, your walls growing even tighter around him, eyes rolling back as you finally collapse on top of him, heavy breaths leaving those soft lips he has grown to adore. Simon follows right after, unable to hold himself back, burying his cock inside you as deep as possible. Ropes of thick, hot cum paint your insides, marking you as his, even if only for that night. 

“You okay?” He tucked your face into his neck, allowing you to breathe in his scent— cigarettes, gunpowder, and the faint smell of licorice. He leaned down, pressing tender kisses all over your forehead and cheeks, not minding the thin layer of sweat coating your skin. His hands are warm and gentle, running up and down your back as you both catch your breath, giving you time to recover. 

“Mhm.” He pulled out of you slowly, tugging you into his side, his hand drifting down to your belly, rubbing circles on the tender skin to soothe you, his other hand pulling you closer, the aftermath of your passion lingering between you. Your fingers linger on his side, hesitantly running up and down, feeling the multiple bumps from old scars, gently rubbing a particularly bad set over his ribs.  His breath hitches, yet he remains quiet, allowing you to have all of him.

[sttoru]

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. boob obsessed!nanami kento x wife!female reader. smut, pwp. fīngering, (big) tīddy appreciation. reader gets called ‘sweetheart, dear, adorable’. not proofread !

“lay still, sweetheart,” kento murmurs as he presses a sweet kiss against your forehead. your back arches off the couch as your cunt eagerly swallows two of his callused fingers. while his hand is busy stimulating your lower body, his mouth refuses to detach from your chest area.

you can’t possibly comply to his command with all the mind blowing stimulation you’re receiving. a choked up moan escapes your throat when kento gently tugs one of your nipples between his teeth, “c-can’t, ken. can’t stay still.”

your husband doesn’t respond to your whines. he isn’t ignoring you on purpose—that he would never do—he’s simply too occupied shoving his face between your tits.

this is perfect to him. kento had been tired ever since coming back from work - but now that he has his adorable wife beneath him, praising him for all which he’s doing - he’s energised once again.

the sight of him freeing your breasts from the bra you were wearing, was more than enough to make him forget all about his previously experienced stress. the blonde man is weak when it comes to you, but especially when it comes to your perfectly shaped pair of tits.

“mmh, can’t get enough of you,” kento sighs in content while his tongue flicks back and forth over the same nipple, circling the areola right before sucking it. his free hand squeezes your other boob—his brows furrowing and his eyes closed as he loses himself in the feeling of your plump flesh in and around his mouth.

your hips buck against his fingers that are knuckles deep into your pussy. your wetness sticks to his index and middle finger until they’re glistening with a coat of your slick. “y-you’re gonna make me lose my mind, hubby,” you mewl as your head lolls back and your lips fall apart to let out the most erotic sounds that kento has ever heard.

his wrist moves back and forth slowly before changing pace again, quickening the tempo as his fingertips reach the deepest point they can. he curls them and rubs against your velvety walls, trying to find that one spot that makes you come undone beneath him.

“that’s all right, dear. it’s all right if you do,” kento replies to your soft cries, reassuring you that he’d love to see you lose your mind over the pleasure he is giving you, “mhh—i want to feel and see my wife cum, okay? do it for me.” his mouth doesn’t stop placing kisses and hickeys over your beautiful tits.

every time you look down at his handsome face, you’re met with the arousing sight of his green eyes darkening with lust. the way he stares down at your chest to admire his work - the saliva and hickeys staining the flesh - is so hot. it’s a mix of a loving, lustful and possessive look.

“i’m all yours, you know that right?” kento asks after detaching his lips from your left breast, his tongue still lightly peeking out, a trail of saliva still connecting your chest and his mouth. he brushes some hair from your face before his eyes dart back down to your tits,

“mhm,” you nod, to which your husband smiles. he presses a couple pecks all over your breasts, hoping to kiss the soreness away. no matter how rough kento is, he always makes sure to let you know that he still loves you all the same throughout the intimacy.

he cups your right breast and sucks on it a couple times, his eyes closing and his brows furrowing to appreciate the taste of your flesh. a low groan leaves his lips before he releases your nipple with a soft ‘pop’, taking a deep breath in to calm himself down.

kento can be here all day if you let him. attached to your tits, sleeping on them, sucking on them, watching them jiggle and bounce when he’s thrusting inside of your warm pussy . .

“i’m all yours, too,” you add after taking a couple breaths as well. you’re so flustered, embarrassed by how much you’re going crazy over his mouth and finger work. the squelchy sounds of your cunt echo throughout the living room.

kento hums in appreciation to your comment. his thumb presses down on your clit before he slides his other two fingers out of you. he spreads your folds, lubricating your entrance with your own sticky juices.

“good . . . then,” he starts off, taking a second to look you in the eyes, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. kento muffles your little whines before pulling back slightly, putting his forehead against yours while he prepares to ruin you after making you feel loved and appreciated;

“i’ll show you what it truly means to be mine, sweetheart.”

[anantaru]

GENSHIN + HE TALKS YOU THROUGH IT

— ꒰ including ꒱ — diluc, wriothesley, childe, ayato

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — dirty talk, oral (fem! receiving) rough syx & dom genshin men, petnames used: baby, love, darling, good girl, pussy drunk men, fem! reader ⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ

— ꒰ DILUC ꒱

you wince, before feeling diluc's hands caress your frame softly as he urges you towards the bed slightly, "lay down, c’mon hurry for me, i will get on my knees for you," your face burned at his words, your blood boiling extremely hot— regardless, you do not go against your boyfriends instructions and obediently drop on your back, head bouncing against the soft pillows and legs propped up your heels.

diluc follows you right away, settling his hands against your lower stomach, "let me slip these off you," and his voice was pummeling into your blood, sounding raspier than usual, presenting himself teasingly, taunting

how can someone be so sexy, yet also gentleman alike at the very same time?

you always wonder and never find an answer.

his fingers are skillful, yet they are also dangerous, feverishly slipping into the waistband of your wet panties to slide them off you— your pussy bare and exposed now, clenching around nothing as it earns you a disgustingly sinful groan from him.

"there you go, you're so pretty," he breathes and spits on your clit before rubbing the saliva over your puffy folds with his digits, "my pretty girl."

diluc leans into your thighs and places a subtle kiss on your knee, holding a crooked smile— such kiss was certainly concealing something beneath the surface, mingled with aroused ideas of how the next couple of hours will look like.

"you know what to do, right?" he motions, getting on his knees as his dick presses painfully against his tight pants. of course, you know what he's talking about and situate your legs against his shoulders, earning yourself an appreciate hum from the red haired man.

without a word, warm air wafts over your slicked folds and trembling skin as diluc's fingers hold against you gently, the tip of his wet muscle experimentally nudging at the hood of your sensitive clit.

he doesn't falter in his rhythm and gives your cunt a good, fat lap of tongue and saliva before trailing down to your hole.

he noses his way to your clit and presses his mouth against it firmly, your cunt throbbing at the connect of his tongue licking you in shifting patterns, the vehement sounds of saliva and arousal slapping and slapping and splattering all over his tongue had your toes curled, lips parted.

"ooh you taste so good darling, you taste so fucking good, fuck—" he moans, and he sounded so desperate, like he's going to skip the foreplay once and for all and fuck you into the bee until you couldn't walk nor move for weeks.

your legs entwine and shiver on his shoulders, your control over your body lost and slipping from the palms of your hands as murmurs of encouragement hit your sensitive pussy— your fingers splayed possessively into his scarlet hair as you ride his face and cry his name.

"let me make you feel good, it's gonna feel good, promise," diluc mumbles into your cunt as his nose continuously nudges into your puffy clit, his slender fingers probing at your hole when his tongue laps around you.

in between your quivering thighs— everything felt wet, disgustingly sloppy and so hot and you wonder if diluc didn't secretly use his vision on you to get this particular effect from you.

alas, his slacked mouth was meeting your hips, your core stuttering up into his face as you craved, no, needed more friction, needed more of his voice crumbling at the taste of you as your eyes drift over the fluffy clouds of pleasure in your head.

— ꒰ WRIOTHESLEY ꒱

wriothesley looks down on your twisted expression and a sheen line of sweat pillowing on your forehead, "look at me," his face was tilted at the side as you felt his complete weight cover, crush and fold your body in half.

the press and burn of his cock was breaching in and out of you fast, in fact, yes, wriothesley was aware of your strong liking towards his dominating aura in the bedroom, especially when he's looking at you through glazed eyes and his sweat laced chest rising and falling when you clench around him.

he knows it all, and he's been wanting to pleasure you over and over all this time.

"look at me in my eyes," he commands again, forcing you to look at him, yet all you could muster was to part your eyes slightly, an overcast mist of salaciousness prevailing over you.

he shatters, widens and parts your sloppy hole effortlessly, turning you addicted off the strong, thick compress in your pussy that you almost didn't even realize he's managed to coax literal tears from your eyes, pull them out one by one, small crystals sinfully glimmering on your sticky lashes and shouting more more more.

"you're so good, you're so good, my good fucking girl," he drawls proudly and smirks down at you, his voice explosive with thirst and longing, "my good girl, mine, you hear me?" as he assures you and moves his hips with one quick roll of his dripping dick, beginning to fuck into you.

wriothesley knows you deserve it, deserve to be bounced back and forth the bed until you're full of his semen, yes, you do, and you know it.

"you feel me in you? feel me, fucking feel me baby,"

driven by curiosity, you focus your eyes at the man on top of you, swearing there was nothing more handsome than somebody like wriothesley, a highly respected duke, whispering those sweet and filthy profanities into your mouth while his cock thickens within your soft walls, "does that feel good, yeah? i can see it on your face"

"yesyesyes… it does," you whine and squeeze at his words, his cock dragging and pressing and dragging so strongly along your wet walls before he's stuttering in midst a long, languid thrust, his head thrown back and facing up the ceiling— not long after, loading you up of his creamy cum.

— ꒰ CHILDE ꒱

"come on, show me how good i make you feel," childe messily flicks his cock-head over the reactive hood of your clit, poking and tapping at your softness as you moan out his name— making him laugh at you sweetly, although breathless, his chest rising, pupils dilated wide with hunger, gaze luxuriant upon your naked body.

childe knows how to handle you— until your thighs were shaking and hole spread wide as you're soaking him, ruining him and turn the harbingers usual confidence-loaded expression into a shade of something else— something almost frightening.

"you want it? you want my cock, hm?" he fists himself in front of you, pushing in deep through the small tunnel in his palm as you whine out for him in desperation, "yes baby, please, i want to feel you,"

ajax laughs, humming in approval at the choice of words in your answer, "i know you do, baby, there you go then," as he towers proudly against your skin, his handsome face all twisted and menacing on top of you as he inserts the head slowly.

"feel my tip, right there," he continues and groans when your hole flawlessly forms around him, rasping harshly inside his throat, "you're so wet, fuck, ’m gonna slide in really easy, aren't i?"

this is good, this is so fucking good— archons, childe believes he must be in heaven right now.

you're just so warm, so soft and wet, how was he supposed to let alone breathe when you're taking him so well?

he grumbles lowly, starting to press his cock into you as he digs his fingers into your hips before testing the waters, rolling his hips a little faster, then alternating between fast and slow to find the best rhythm for the both of you. afresh— he pulls a long, shaky moan from past your swollen lips when he finds your sore spots, your skin pressing and slapping together in a delirious tempo and pitches of rapture.

"let me take care of you, i got this," you clutch on to him tenderly and nod your head, your spit filthily pooling at your throat as childe tenderly kisses your temple, "don't hurt your sweet, little head over this, leave it to me, yeah? fuck baby, okay...okay, i'm gonna— fuck you're so tight,"

his thrusts turn more impatient and uneven, although the heaviness was still unmatched as your walls were grabbing him, pulling him in deeper, your hips instinctively rutting up into his to feel more and more, just fucking more, "fuck, i'm gonna make you feel so good tonight,"

— ꒰ AYATO ꒱

ayato's cheeks, jaw and eyes were illuminated by the sight of your body pulled underneath his own— and his cock was oozing of clear pre, his hand rubbing over his solid erection until the sticky semen dribbles down the crook of your thigh.

in any remembered previous night, ayato had always been very much into foreplay, well, only if his frustration levels were on the lower side. in terms of now, he cannot be bothered to focus on his train of thoughts when all the blood was stored in his rock-hard cock thudding heavily and hurting him.

it's so painful— but watching your pussy being empty and not full of his cock was even more distressing.

he slaps his tip over your hole before sheathing himself up with you, his eyebrows lasciviously quirked at you, "all the way in, love, i'm going all the way in," he began to pull his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration, your eyes glazed over as he watches you writhe beneath him the moment he inserts himself.

you gasp audibly, your body tensing and nerves freezing at the solid press on your hole before your back instinctively arches into his defined chest.

"oh you feel too damn good, fuck, you're messing with me, aren't you?" his lips drag over your searing cheeks, drinking up your budding tears and the drool slipping from past your lips, lapping it all up with one single lick of tongue.

"you feel me there? right there," you felt his warm hand press against your stomach, an intoxicating combination of bliss and sensitivity rushing through your system as his body was near close to crushing you with his weight.

ayato was fucking ruthless, frustrated and as if it's his last time of being inside of you— no shame, no pauses, only pushing into you weightily, his balls smacking against your ass as you're feeling so satisfied when your pussy quivers around him, holding him close.

"open your legs a lil more for me, c'mon, i know you can do it" he groans and fucks into you with one sharp push and shove, "i wanna fit it all inside," before stretching and driving you towards insanity.

his tone was as focused as his expression and his stance, "you've always done it so good for me," as you squeeze the moment he says it out loud— the moment he reminds you of all the countless of times where he's left you utterly spent and full of his cum, your hole throbbing and letting it ooze out before he fucks it right back into you, turning you breathless.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[screampied]

heyy vaygas how u doin babes?

first of, LOVE your work!!! the dads friend fic? can’t get over it, still did not recover!

can i ask for a mean dom nanami that makes you squirt through your panties and bullies u for it? 🥺 while enjoying himself as well hehe like “look at the mess u made/how messy u are” vibes

thx 💗

❤︎ ໋𓈒 nanami making you squirt for the first time.

warnings. fem! reader, praise, tried making him mean but he’s still soft :>, squirtin, dirty talk, talking you through it, mdni. an. 'm good!! thank u sm!

“make you do what, sweetheart?” he’d murmur right up against your ear. you felt a chill run up your spine the moment he presses a soft kiss near the inside corner of your neck. he was so gentle with his touch, you laid back against him with your legs practically parted—sprawled all open. “tell me what you want from me. talk to me nice.”

a near pout stretched against the corners of your lips before you reply with a sigh, “i- i want you to make me squirt again,” and you dragged out your words just a tad bit. his body heat behind you was immensely hot, warm even. “can never do it right by myself.”

“ah. course you can’t,” he purrs in a low melodic soothing tone. nanami’s fingers strum against the outer part of your panties and your breath achingly hitches. “say pretty please. use those manners, sweetheart. taught you well, did i not?”

he was practically insufferable, although he always did like the sound of your voice. “pretty please,” you reply with a quickness, feeling your knees merely buckle. he was a tease, brushing a few fingers near the middle part of your underwear. “pretty please, i want you to make a mess out of me.”

“atta girl,” he whispers, kissing the back of your forehead. and that’s the moment when he gently squeezes near your thigh, uttering out a playful. “now lie back ‘n i’ll do just that.”

“can i— may i take off my panties?” you breathe, moaning once he gingerly brings his right hand to softly grip near your breasts.

he grazes a thumb to run against your perky nipple before giving it a nice squeeze. he finds it cute, the way you’re so helplessly needy, squirming all against him just so he can start. your entire head was clouded, you hold in a sharp breath before a whine skims past your lips.

“nooo, darling,” he denies you, and that was probably the most sweetest ‘no’ you’ve ever been told before. his other hand that resided between your thighs starts to softly create strokes against your clit. he hums, feeling the nearly faded dampened spot, oh how soaked you were. “good girls get their panties removed. we aren’t past that part yet, are we not?”

you pout, another sweetened sigh leaving out of you. “but i said pretty please.”

“and i heard you the first time, my love,” he says, and you whimper once he feels all over your chest. his rough fingers had such a softness to it, you hadn’t even realized how prematurely soaked you were. it was a bit of playful sass to his tone, you swallow before rubbing the back of your head against his chest. “now. let me make you my messy girl as promised, ‘n i’ll think about removing this pretty panties, okay?”

“… okay.”

nanami lowly chuckles, and you lean back against him the moment he starts to create a bit of stimulation against your clit.

“oh, don’t be so disappointed,” and he starts slow strokes. deep filthy strokes, you wanted for him to just remove your panties … but alas, that wouldn’t happen just yet. nanami created a plethora of chaste kisses near the inner part of your neck whilst your legs twitch in pleasure. you were far too sensitive, moaning each time his tongue softly drags against the sweet soft parts of your neck. you were addicting, equivalent to a drug. nanami loved to kiss up and down your neck, leave all kinds of marks only for him to see. “you want me to go rougher? ‘s that why you keep whining?”

“p-please,” you concur, with a needy nod, feeling him bring a hand near your neck now. thick fingers swiftly of his wrap until you wear his hand that went around your throat like a necklace.

you wanted him to just be a tad bit rougher, just a little. you loved him being gentle, you did. but you also liked when he’d be a little mean. the times where nanami would come home from work stressed and full of fatigue. letting him taking everything out on your sweet pussy, his ultimate cure for stress relief. he was forever grateful for you. “more, kento. ‘wan more, choke me harder.”

his hand that went around your throat had a firm grip to it, a thumb of his softly swipes down the middle part of your throat and he turns your head for a kiss. you were panting heavily, each dramatic breath that left your mouth only grew substantially louder. “such a nasty fuckin’ girl. can feel you pulse all through your panties, sweetheart.”

“kento,” you’d whimper, reaching down to touch his wrist — but he lightly smacks it, earning a sweet whine from you.

“nuh uh. no touching. ‘s only for my hands,” he husks, making his strokes against your panties go ten times faster, the tempo was so vigorous that your moans became even more vocal. “silly girl. did you forget already? you have to ask to touch yourself.”

swallowing an invisible thick lump, you mewl out a sweet, “can i—”

“no baby,” he chortles, finding it cute at your attempt to even ask directly after the fact. nanami could essentially hear the pout curl amongst your lips before your eyebrows form into a perturbed adorable furrow. you were coming close, you knew that very much all too well.

it was coming at such a high chasing pace that you could barely keep up with your own breaths. even at his attempt of being ‘mean’ he was still so sweet. he couldn’t help it, especially if it was with you.

pathetically so, you felt yourself twitching within his hold. nanami’s hand that went around your throat softly massages the part where you breathe, he could feel the candied vibrations of your own moans leave out every few seconds. it was his favorite sound, forevermore his favorite tune to even hear.

“close, are you?” he simpers, and he’s using his entire hand at this point, maneuvering such rough circles against your clit. the cloth of your panties that protected it made you pout, you desperately yearned for it to just be taken off already. “mhm. wait, be quiet for a sec.”

all that could be heard was the sound of your cute exasperated breaths and the squelches that came from your soaked pussy. the fabric of your underwear was thin, basically shielding hardly anything.

“listen to her with me,” he whispers against your neck, referring to your pussy. he’s coating you with various more kisses to make you twitch and throb for more. “she’s needy for me. sloppy ‘n everything, so desperate to make a fuckin’ mess on her husband.”

“k-kentooo,” you’d moan, and his hand that was wrapped around your throat shifts its attention back towards your chest. he squeezes your right tit, massaging all around it before prodding a thumb against your nipple. “f-fuck i feel it.”

your orgasm gradually builds up, it’s like a wave that continued to rise and rise.

your thighs, even your legs began to quaver and by now, you were all slumped up against nanami. his words went straight towards your cunt, ringing all through your ears. even his dirty talk was bittersweet, rich and simply enchanting. “come on,” he sighs lowly, feeling himself start to get hard just from your pleasure. “give it to me. be a good nasty girl ‘n let go on me.”

everything came on a whim, your legs felt so numb and shook before whether moments—you felt yourself finally release.

a sudden slick gush runs out of you, and your panties were even more soaked now. you felt so flushed. the stupidest expression on your face, hooded eyes, maw dangled open as you’re panting heavily … it was a sight.

the dampened spot near the entrance of your underwear was so cute. he chuckles, strumming a thumb against that specific spot while you’re riding out your orgasm, legs vigorously still shaking from impact.

“…my oh my,” he sings, and that’s when he finally pulls your panties towards the side. nanami runs a finger down your slit before giving it a playful pinch just to hear you whimper out. “what a mess.”

“such a messy girl i’ve got myself here,” he continues, and then he slowly sinks a finger into your folds. “mhm. do you wanna be even messier for me though? we can always try it again, without the panties this time, my love.”

[slttygeto]

STICKY | TOJI & SHIU

note: is this the part 2 of that one toji and shiu threesome? yes. yes it is. 👀

cw: overstimulation, crying, oral, cunt slaps, toji is a little mean.

“rub her clit, she likes that.”

despite being so possessive of you, toji finds himself sitting on the other side of the L shaped couch while shiu pounded into you with everything he got. your soft “ah”s and the heart eyes you gave the man drilling his cock into you should’ve made toji mad, it should’ve angered him—but fuck, he was so turned on.

“fuck meee,” shiu grunts under his breath and his rough hands hold the back of your thighs as he pushes your legs to your chest. he chuckles to himself when you gasp in surprise, feeling him deeper inside you. while toji was the whole package, both girth and length size, shiu was a bit longer with a fat tip that kept nudging at your walls in a dizzying manner.

“fuck, she knows how to take dick,” shiu praises you as though you’re not even there, furrowed eyebrows and sweaty forehead making him look even more attractive.

“of course she does,” your boyfriend says, a little pissed. “should see her when i come back after a long mission.”

“needy?” shiu looks over his shoulder with a grin.

“she hops on my dick like a bitch in heat,” toji finally stands up from the couch and makes his way towards the both of you. he kneels down and his hand strokes your tear stained cheeks and brushes the hair sticking to your face.

“spreads those legs for me, lets me eat that pussy til I memorize the shape—you’re too good for me, aren’t you?” you nod eagerly and part your lips. toji’s thumb brushes your bottom lip and when you try to lick at his finger, he simply pushes it down on your tongue and turns to shiu.

“pull out.”

the command brings you out of your hazy state and you’re about to complain. shiu might’ve been teasing you for the past hour, but you were still close. so close.

“toji—“ you try to keep shiu’s dick inside you but your boyfriend gently smacks your wrist and clicks his tongue.

“can’t believe you’re begging for another man’s cock. am I not enough for you?”

“n-no! no you’re so good—“ you let out a small squeak when toji grips your hips and turns you his way. his mouth lands directly on top of your clit and your back arches off of the couch as you gasp for air.

“fuck,” shiu whispers under his breath, hand stroking his dick slow at the sight. toji was a messy eater for sure, drool and arousal started to pool beneath you the louder you got, and your hands knew better than to grip his hair. you held onto his face while his tongue flicked your clit a couple of times before pressing hard on it. he sucked, licked and kissed until your body was twitching with every touch.

he doesn’t break eye contact, staring into your soul the whole time he is sucking on your clit, teasing your folds with his middle and ring fingers—and when he pushes into your tight hole—your entire body stiffens up.

“oh my god—!” toji doesn’t show mercy as he fingerfucks you, a hand pressing down on your stomach whilst he pistons his fingers in and out of you at an inhumane pace. you spread your legs wider, hands gripping the pillow and your body arching off of the couch when his thumb brushes against your sensitive clit.

“yeah baby, yeah,” toji’s grin is wide as he praises you. “fucking give it to me, make a mess on my fingers dirty girl—show him how dirty you can be for me.” you whimper at the mention of shiu. you forgot he’s there and you try your best not to stare at him—but the wet sound of his cock gliding against his hand is hard to ignore and your eyes land on him.

shiu looks like a mess. wet strands stuck to his sweaty forehead and his flushed cheeks making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you can’t take this. two hot men in one room with you—one ruining your pussy whilst the other ruins his cock to the image of you getting your pussy destroyed.

“make a mess baby, give it to me—“ you don’t realize you’re squirting all over toji until he starts rubbing your clit fast, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“yeaaaah, fuck yeah!”

“toji!” you squeal and try to close your legs when he slaps your cunt, a sob rips from the back of your throat when he does it again and you have to hold onto his shoulders.

“oh my god, oh my god-“ you’re certain you’re gonna pass out. and very soon.

shiu pushes toji out of the way and you’re surprised that your boyfriend didn’t grab his gun and shot the man at the gesture—but instead he watches as the usually composed man gets lost between your legs, tongue lapping at your juices and nose brushing against your overstimulated clit.

“please—“ you sob and your hands land on shiu’s head, trying to push him away.

“can’t give me one, princess? just one?” at this point there are tears streaming down your face, but shiu reaches towards you and wipes your cheeks with his thumb.

“I know you can do it,” he says before landing a kiss to your stomach. “for me.”

“oi,”

He drags his tongue down to your pussy and you shudder. “for toji.”

“don’t push it.”

shiu doesnt even acknowledge your boyfriend as he lays his tongue flat against your clit. your thighs shake, but you know you can take it—you will cum fast, but you can take it.

and it doesn’t take you long before your suffocating shiu between your thighs, the man having to keep your legs open as his lips wrap around your clit and he laughs at you writhing under his touch.

“good girl,” he starts to climb on top of you, his teeth playfully biting your nipple and you gasp in surprise. “you did so well.”

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[eiightysixbaby]

eddie is so needy in the mornings. you’re too sleepy. 18+ pls

There’s a warm, hazy sensation enveloping you. Your eyes are closed but you can tell that sunlight is peeking in through your bedroom windows, the backs of your eyelids illuminated.

The weight of another body hovers over you, a leg slung over yours, a mouth on your temple. You stir slightly, eyes remaining shut, a soft groan escaping you.

The pair of lips is relentless, kissing their way across your cheekbone, your nose, reaching your other cheek and then moving up to your forehead. The brush of a nose featherlight across your skin, face scrunching when kisses are pressed to your closed eyes.

“Babyyyy,” you grumble quietly, though not nearly as displeased as you may sound. Your soft smile gives you away.

“Hi,” Eddie’s voice greets you, slightly gravelly still with sleep, yet comforting nonetheless.

His lips finally find your own, leaving a few quick pecks in succession until you give in and kiss back.

You open one eye, slowly testing the waters of the waking world, before allowing the other to open. A mop of dark curly hair and the prettiest brown eyes come into view, bringing a bigger smile to your face.

“G’morning,” you say, sighing and closing your eyes again.

The warmth from the morning sunlight paired with the blanket your lower half is still snug under keeps you trapped in your sleepy daze. Eddie’s mouth dipping down from your chin to your neck makes your skin vibrate, your body nearly humming in a pleased response. You feel like you’re swimming in warm honey, that golden viscous ooze folding in around you.

“C’mon sleeping beauty, stay with me,” he says softly, letting his teeth graze lightly over your pulse point. “It’s so boring being awake by myself.”

His voice keeps you tethered to reality, the soft kneading of his hands on your skin keeping your senses active.

A puff of air leaves your nose, a near-silent laugh. “Why don’t you just come back to sleep with me,” you suggest, a shiver running down your spine when you feel the backs of his knuckles grazing down your sides.

“Oh, but you don’t really want that, do you?” he asks, a teasing edge to his tone. He pulls the blanket back, nudging your legs apart to sit between them.

Your eyes crack open again, just barely, taking in the sight of him as he moves lower and lower down your body. His pretty pink lips press to your stomach, bare for him after he nosed the fabric of your thin top out of his way.

“What’re you doin’ Eds?” you answer his question with a question, nearly melting when his soft eyes look up at you.

“Wakin’ you up,” he says simply, fingers hooking gently into the waistband of your underwear.

You feel your hips raise on instinct, letting him pull the garment low enough to give him access to your center.

His touches are gentle, lacking in any urgency. His fingers softly trace over your hipbones, his body lowering itself onto the mattress between your thighs. You come alive when his hot breath fans against your core, kickstarting your brain.

He lets his tongue slip out to taste you, licking languidly up through your folds. Your fingers find the sheets, twisting them up into bunches at the first indication of pleasure.

Your eyelids close once more, pinching shut as his tongue explores you further, but this time sleep doesn’t threaten to pull you back into its clutches. You’re awake, desperate for more of his loving, dying to feel every lick and touch to the fullest degree.

A moan escapes you, drawn-out as your head tips back, pressing further into your pillow.

“Awake now, baby?” Eddie asks, lips pursing around your clit and starting to suck.

“Fuck. Yes,” you pant, back arching as he works the sensitive bud.

“Good. Cause ‘m just getting started.”

[lokidjarin-7567]

Day 13: Overstimulation

Bucky Barnes x You

Contents: fem!reader x Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier, smut!

W/C: ~750

Happy Halloween!! Kind of fitting that I’m posting the 13th day on Halloween, even if I’m very behind!! This is maybe the smuttiest yet so hope you all enjoy!

Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3

“Baby, please…” you whimpered, squirming on his mechanical fingers, trying and failing to wriggle away from his unrelenting touch.

“I’m sorry, doll, I didn’t hear a safe word in that pathetic whine.” He teased, shit-eating grin spreading across his face.

“Fuck…” You could barely breathe, the crushing wave of another orgasm fast approaching as he continued to hold you down on the kitchen counter. Your back pressed harder against the cool marble, hips simultaneously bucking into and away from his hand, your legs still shaking from the last peak he had brought you to, and the one before that, and before that…

A sob tore from your throat as you came, vision going black and body moving completely beyond your control, soaking pussy pulling his fingers into you. You tried to catch your breath, gazing up at him in a fucked-out haze before realising he was still going. He was still fucking going. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes at the realisation. You were so spent and sore, very muscle aching, and you felt so sensitive every time he brushed over your clit you cried out. Tears were streaming down your face as you tried to talk to him, but you could even think straight, let alone breathe or speak. But you didn’t want him to stop. You wanted more, everything he could give you, even if you were a sobbing wreck.

In reality, he could go forever. His robotic hand meant he never slowed, he never tired, he never changed his pace or pressure unless he means to. He just continued to fuck his fingers into you, hitting the perfect angle that had your vision blurring already.

“I think you’ve got at least two more left in you, doll..” he cooed, head cocking slightly as his eyes raked over your exposed form. And involuntary sob fell from your lips as he said that, but your cunt throbbed around him at the same time. He laughed darkly, hand that was resting on your hip moving up to your breasts, finding a nipple and pinching hard. Your whole body shuddered with the biting pleasure it brought you, whimpering and moaning as he continued to touch you.

“Fuck, baby…” you whined, desperation in your voice, so overstimulated you couldn’t help but continue to cry.

“Yeah that’s it, good job doll, just like that…” Your pussy fluttered and he groaned, hand leaving your chest momentarily to run through his long hair, glancing down at your cunt. “So fucking pretty. You like it when I pleasure you like this, don’t you? When I keep going until you can’t walk or speak or think, when you can’t help but do anything but cum around my fingers…” Another whimper, his expert fingers return to your body, this time falling to brush over your clit, and you shuddered. “Oh God doll, you’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel it.. I can see it, the way you’re dripping around me… That’s it good girl, come for me…” You lost count of the number of times he had brought you to this point tonight, but it was better every single time. You practically screamed as the white hot ecstasy took over you, all the nerves in your body on fire as it washed through every last inch of you. It was heavenly.

It took a lifetime to finally feel like you were back in your body again. He had finally stopped, and you blinked your eyes open carefully to see him licking his metallic fingers clean. You wanted to moan, or whine, or just tell him how hot he looked, how satisfied you were, how good you felt, anything, but you couldn’t talk. You could just smile lazily, gazing at him as he scooped you up gently.

“Let’s get you to bed, doll. You did so good.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as you reached to bedroom, and he laid you down carefully. You were still shaking, your face wet from tears, and your eyes could barely stay open. You just let him kiss you and clean you up, eventually shuffling into bed with you and pulling you close.

“Thank you baby…” You finally managed to gasp out as you were wrapped in his arms, head resting on his chest and listening to his heartbeat as his fingers found your hair, running through it gently.

“Anything for you.”

[echstacy00]

watermelon sugar; CHARLIE MAYHEW

"fuck," the curse tumbled from your lips on a sob the word seeming to back right back off the walls of the house of prayer you found yourself in, back arching from your arched position in the wooden chair as you tried to push at charlie's head, palm pressing into his forehead. his strong arms were wrapped around your thighs, one hand against your lower tummy- pressing down in order to hold you back down and it was driving you insane. you couldn't move away from his mouth, from the constant pressure he was applying to your already oversensitive clit. "char- father, please, s'too much."

you'd lost count of how many times he'd made you cum, how long he'd been buried between your thighs, mentally cursing yourself for not questioning his mention of a penance earlier. the church hallways completely silent and peaceful. it was a good thing it was practically in the middle of the night because the sounds- the sinful sounds charlie had been pulling from you definitely shouldn't fall on others ears. it felt like it had been hours since he'd pressed you back into the lounger and settled between your legs, mid-length modest-like skirt discarded elsewhere onto the floor, his tongue finding home on his favourite spot. when charlie went down on you, he often forgot to come back up. convincing you this was a way to rejuvenate and purify you’re innocence, it was ironic since you knew good and well it was the opposite.

he got lost in the way you tasted, in the noises he could get you to make, in the way your legs shook around his head and your back arched off whichever surface he'd set you on. he was obsessed with how sweet you were and how just a few teasing flicks of his tongue could have you dripping down his chin, obsessed with the way your head dropped back giving him more exposure to your neck, your view being met directly with the sliver crucifix hanging from the wall, something so sick he seemed to enjoy. he was even more obsessed with the quiet whine that always slipped from your lips on the first press of his tongue into your leaking hole. it drove him crazy to hear the soft gasp of his name when his nose bumped your clit and he just had to hear it again. and again.

"father-," that was the gasp, the soft hiccup and hitch of your breath as you shook your head, gripped the edge of the wooden seat so tight you were afraid the side might pierce your skin. from between your thighs dark eyes met yours, tongue flat to lick up the entire length of you before he sucked your clit between soft lips. your entire body shook, still so sensitive from coming only seconds before and being allowed no time to recover. "it- it hurts."

charlie made a sound low in the back of his throat, tongue soft over your clit as he tried to work you up again. his eyes were a little glazed over, slightly unfocused with lust and you knew he'd gone into that headspace. the one that meant he wasn't going to let up on eating you out until you uttered that one meaningful word. he kissed at your clit before dipping his tongue into you, pressing it so deep your mind went foggy.

"you're okay, sweetheart, just gimme one more. for me,, yeah? one more f’me" he reassured, you whimpered at his words, felt your pussy gush and spasm at how hot he looked like this. he was so fucked out, barely registering anything around him besides getting you to cum again, getting to taste even more of you than before. when he shifted his chin glistened with your release, lips wet and sticky and it made your tummy tighten, hips wiggling beneath his large palms.

"but-"

"shh, one more i promise my dear." charlie pressed you a little harder into the lounger, dipped his head again and kissed around your pussy, nuzzled into you until you were whining at how messy he was being how dirty. your clit throbbed when he teased over it, pussy over sensitive and just bordering on sore, hole fluttering around nothing because he was yet to press his fingers or cock into you. he'd made you cum countless times with his tongue alone, something you knew he'd pride himself on when he finally pulled himself out of this state if it wasn’t a sin.

"y'said that after the last one."

"m'sorry, baby, just taste so good. one more, please, just one." charlie was begging, actually begging, his voice whinier than normal and you'd be lying if you said it didn't have you gushing a little more. he pressed your thighs a little further open to give him more access and kissed the supple skin the sting pained you in the best way, nipped hard enough to leave behind marks before going back to your pussy.

"you can give me one more, yeah?"

you were nodding before you could even register his words, head falling back once more as charlie gazed a little unseeing at the space between your thighs. he used his thumbs to spread you open a little more, kissed your clit just once before pulling his head back again. there was a few seconds of silence, of anticipating what he was going to do next and your breath caught in your throat when you felt his spit drip from your clit down your pussy, making a mess of you and the lounger beneath you.

charlie's mouth was back on you immediately, licking and sucking, being overly messy and noisy as he groaned into your swollen flesh. your legs started to shake almost straight away, the knot in your tummy tightening when he focused all his attention on your clit. you gripped at his head to keep you grounded as moans and cries slipped from your lips, tears gathering in your eyes at the constant overstimulation.

he got lost again in your taste and your voice. he let his eyes close, moaned around your clit as he sucked it back between his lips and in the back of your head you knew it wouldn't be only one more.

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[ivoirerose]

full of me | rafe cameron

Summary: Rafe wakes you up in the middle of the night feeling horny. Repost from my old account

Warnings: smut, language, choking

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A warm arm tightening around your chest slowly rouses you from your sleep, mind trying to grip onto the last of your dream. The soft fingers flickering over your stomach pull you the rest of the way out, and the lips lingering on your neck set you burning.

Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the darkness, the only light the dim glow of the lamp turned low in the corner, but you don’t need light to know whose touch is setting you alight. Only one person can get this reaction from you, body yearning for him even in your sleep.

Rafe Cameron nips your neck gently, teeth finding the exact spot that has your toes curling with ease, like it has done a million times before, and you reach a hand back to slide through his hair.

“There she is,” his lips find your ear, and that deep raspy voice could make you come with just a command, you’re sure if it.

“Shit,” you half-moan. “What time is it?”

“Late. Early. Don’t know and don’t care. Stop thinking about the time and start thinking about me.”

“I’m always thinking about you,” you whimpered as his hand grasped under your shirt, delicate fingers pinching your nipple in a way that had your back arching.

“Jesus, Rafe..” you moaned out softly as he fully palmed you before sliding his hand down to your underwear. He answered with a moan of his own as he found you wet and wanting.

“God, baby, are you ever not ready for me?” He muttered into your ear, circling your clit with a delicate touch that was driving you mad.

“Always ready for you, always want you,” you answered, trying to push yourself harder against his hand, crying out as he tapped you harshly, the pain and pleasure an intoxicating mix.

“Be a good girl,” he warned and you reluctantly stilled your hips. “There we go. You take what I give, remember. Don’t be a greedy whore.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good, promise.”

It felt like forever before he finally slid his fingers down, thumb coming up to replace the pressure on your clit as he curled into you, and he’d wound you up so much you were instantly on the edge.

“I can feel you squeezing baby, don’t you fucking dare,” he growled, and that only pushed you closer, the sound running straight through your body.

“I can’t hold it, Rafe, please,” you begged.

“You can and you will,” and you knew an order when you heard one.

You tried to clear your mind, to think about anything other than Rafe’s hands on you, his body pressed against your back, his hot breath on your neck. He waited until the very last second, until you felt like you were about to explode, to finally whisper in your ear.

“Let go. Now.”

And you did, gushing over his hand, curses leaving your lips that would make anyone within hearing distance blush.

You’d barely had a moment to calm down before he was flipping you onto your back, hand wrapped around your neck, and he was sliding into you, feeling the last of your convulsions around him as you came down from your high.

“Fuck!” He hissed between his teeth, pulling your leg onto his hip, the angle forcing him deeper, hitting places you hadn’t known existed before you met him.

His grip tightened slightly as he leaned down to you, forehead pressed against yours.

“So fucking full of me, aren’t you? How’s it feel, baby?”

You know words came out of your mouth, but in your haze your mind couldn’t even discern the babble you were spouting between sobs of pleasure. Whatever it was, Rafe seemed pleased, his little forehead kiss a loving contrast to the way he was moving in you.

“Come on, I know you got more in you. Be a good girl for me and come around my cock.”

Your body knew how to behave even if your mind didn’t always, and you were clenching before he’d even had time to take a breath, the feeling sparking his own orgasm as he buried his face in your neck.

He leaned back on his heels, looking down between your legs at where he was leaking out of you, and smirked.

“Well if you weren’t full of me before, you definitely are now.”

[willieverseetheland]

like you mean it (pt. 1)

Dexter Morgan x fem!reader

Summary: You haven't felt very appreciated by your (serial killer) boyfriend recently, so he shows you how much he really cares.

WARNINGS: 18+, angst, implied smut, language

Pt. 2

From the moment that you met Dexter, you knew he wasn't like everyone else. He can be a little socially inept at times, as well as insensitive. However, at the same time, he's incredibly loving, charming, and funny. You love him and all his quirks. Compared to the men you’ve been with in the past, he’s a saint. He's respectful, kind, and you actually feel safe with him.

But at the end of the day, he’s still a man.

He has a hard time seeing things from your perspective, which can cause a lot of arguments, that are almost always one-sided. You try not to nag but it's hard feeling like the only one putting in effort. He often forgets the things that you tell him. You figure he doesn't find importance in the same things that you do. Lately you've been feeling a little neglected. Monday you asked him to come over for dinner, but he said he was busy. Wednesday you asked him to go lunch with you on his lunch break, he said he was busy yet again. You had a movie date planned for Friday; he bailed last minute because he was...busy.

You always get excited thinking he’s going to say yes, planning cute outfits, spending time on your makeup and hair, all for him to say no. You end up sitting on your couch in front of the tv, with a pint of ice cream instead.

Finally you convinced him to come over tonight. You would love for it to be a relaxing and romantic night, but you know you need to have a talk with him. You hate having these talks because it can feel like talking to a brick wall at times. You know he means well; he just doesn't see it the same way or doesn't even mean to make these mistakes in the first place. But it is hurting you, and you're tired of feeling like your boyfriend doesn't want you.

Of course, he won't be here until late. He has to "take care of a few things first". You knew blood-spatter analysis was a complicated job, but you didn't think it would require this much overtime...

Even though you're slightly mad at him, you don't want him to starve so you make dinner for the two of you. As you're setting the table you hear your apartment door unlock.

In walks Dexter, with his adorable face and dorky smile. You may be irritated but you can't help but smile at the sight of him.

"I made dinner, would you like a beer?" you ask

"Sure" he says with a soft smile

He comes over to give you a kiss on the forehead. You make a half-ass smile in response. When you don't kiss him back or even look at him, he can tell something is wrong.

"What did I do?" he frowns

You immediately sigh

"Dexter, I...I just feel like you don't care. About me, about us."

"What? That's not true at all, why do you think that?" He exclaims

"You've been so distant recently. Gone all the time, always bailing on our dates, always busy, you hardly call or text! I just wish you would put in a little more effort, that's all." You can feel tears begin to form; you didn't realize you were this upset about it.

"Y/n, you know I'm busy with this case, they just really need me right now." He's looking at you, looking through you. You can't read any emotion or remorse on his face. This only makes you want to cry more.

"It feels like I don't mean anything to you! I feel like you don't want me anymore." You can feel your face getting hot and your chest tightening. "Fuck, do not cry right now" you think.

You bring your hands to your face, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to ward off the tears.

"What do you mean? Of course you matter to me; I've just been busy." he has a look of confusion, like he can't understand why you would feel this way. He's here now, isn't that all that matters?

"Well, it just doesn't feel like you mean that."

"Well I do, you're my girlfriend, of course I want you." he sighs

"Then prove it! Show me that you mean it." You look into his eyes, you think you finally see it, regret, remorse, guilt.

He brings his hand up to your cheek, he finally sees how upset you are. You sink into his touch, stepping closer to him.

"How? Change? How do you want me to show you that I want you? That I care?" He's looking into your eyes, brows furrowed.

Even with all the hurt and anger, all you want to do in this moment is kiss him. Feel his body against yours. Not only has it been long since you've had any quality time or even a deep conversation, but you also haven't had sex in weeks. You feel guilty for thinking that in this moment, but you just want to feel close to him, connected.

You place your hand over his

"Stay the night. Be with me... Fuck me, like you mean it. Like you want me, like you care."

SURPRISE BITCHESSSS! I told y'all I was on my writing GRIND. If you want a part 2 lmk! Someone return the favor and write Dex fics for me please and ty <3

[beenbaanbuun]

ateez’s reaction to their s/o falling asleep waiting for them

park seonghwa

he’s give you a familiar look when you tell him you’ll try and wait up for him

you can tell he doesn’t believe you but he lets you get on with it… if you want to try and stay up then so be it

when he gets home and sees you passed out in the couch, he just rolls his eyes before shuffling over to you to wake you up

“come on, darling,” he whispers and kisses your cheeks, “we’ve got to get to bed, okay?”

it takes a while to wake you up but he’s more than happy to support your tired body as he drags you up to bed

kim hongjoong

he’s used to coming home late to see you sleeping on the couch, but it never really gets old

he still finds it sweet every time he sees you face down, face pressed into a pillow with a string of drool running down your face

goes about getting ready for bed before even considering waking you up just so he can get into bed with you straight away

once he’s in his pyjamas, he’ll move over to the couch and whisper your name until your eyes flutter open

“hey there, gorgeous,” his voice is soft as you regain consciousness, “want to come up to bed with me?”

jeong yunho

so unbelievably soft for you when he comes home to see the netflix ‘are you still watching?’ screen and your body limp against the sofa

takes a commemorative photo before taking it upon himself to turn the tv off, as well as blow out the scented candle and turn the lamps off

kisses your forehead before lifting you up and carrying you to your bedroom in his grasp

when he dumps you down on the bed and notices you’re now half awake, he can’t help but smile

“go back to sleep, darling,” he says, “i’ll still be here when you wake up, okay?”

kang yeosang

the poor man probably thinks he’s done something wrong when he comes home to see you passed out on the couch rather than tucked up in his bed

will spend more than a few minutes wracking his brain to try and figure out what it is

by the time he’s come to the conclusion that he couldn’t have done anything wrong, his presence has woken you up and you’re calling out his name to grab his attention

when he looks over and sees you staring at him with open arms he realises that he’s probably just being paranoid

“angel,” he mutters as he shuffles closer and falls into your arms, “do you want to sleep in the bed?”

choi san

you never let san know that you were going to be waiting up for him, so when he comes home and sees a body facedown on the couch, he screams

it takes him a few seconds to realise that it isn’t a random body but is actually just you and he’s just woke you up from what seemed like a very peaceful sleep

he’s sheepish when you eventually come to and notice him blushing in embarrassment by the front door

he’s all over you in a desperate apology to make it up to you for waking you up…

“did you want me to carry you to bed? i can if you want!” he follows you up the stairs, “no? how about a cup of hot tea? no? you just want to sleep? but what about-”

song mingi

big baby blushes when he walks into your apartment and sees you on the couch sleeping peacefully in his hoodie

takes a few minutes to regain composure before waking you up, which he has no trouble with… the man is nothing if not straightforward

giggles when you try and have a groggy conversation with him, responding genuinely to everything you say as if it’s in any way coherent

literally puts you over his shoulder when you start to drop off again and drags you up the stairs to your bedroom

“uh-huh, princess,” he replies to whatever you just said, not that he understood it, “how about you go to sleep and you can carry on telling me about it tomorrow…”

jung wooyoung

oh! you fell asleep when you were supposed to be waiting up for him? good luck…

will wake you up straight away with a whine and a pout because of course he does! the man lives to be a walking, talking nightmare to everyone he knows

he loves it when you groan and apologise for falling asleep, but he isn’t quite done yet!

“you know you shouldn’t make promises if you’re not planning on keeping them!” he whines as you’re still trying to fully wake up, “i was really excited to come home and see my baby but what do i get? stabbed in the back!”

you’ve learned by now that the only way to get him to shut up is to kiss him and drag him to your bedroom to sleep

choi jongho

when jongho walks in late and sees you asleep on the couch, he just rolls his eyes and goes to get himself ready for bed

definitely makes just enough noise whilst doing so to wake you up… by ‘accident’, of course

waits in the bedroom for you to make your way to him, but when you don’t he pouts and goes to find out why

he notices that you’ve just fallen back asleep on the sofa, and whilst he’d love to wake you up and complain to you about not loving him enough to get in bed with him, he can’t bring himself to do it

just lifts you up and carries you into the bedroom before smothering you in his own body so he can sleep in peace with you by his side

[sunsburns]

Plssss write something wehere reader and virgin Luke fuck

[nsfw 17+]

no need to tell me twice! this is sooo obviously loser!luke coded and i'm glad he's back in my corner. and let's be honest, he wouldn't have a damn clue where to put his hands the entire time...

luke just wants to touch you, all of you. and it makes you smile when you feel his hands trail from your cheeks, your neck, down your shoulders, and once he felt a little braver, he'd grasp at your chest, brows furrowed, and lips parted.

your skin is warm, and the weight of his hands on you has you mewling. you drop your head and look down at him. luke can barely keep his eyes open, but when you bring your hand to his chin, tilting his head up, he tries to look at you.

luke's eyes are glossy, clouded by a lustful haze. his curls stick to his forehead, a thin coat of sweat against his skin while soft, low groans spill from his lips.

you let out a breathless laugh, running your finger through his hair as you roll your hips. "f-fuck..."

he's panting, his hands running from your chest to your waist, then your hips, and shyly creeping near your ass, but not quite there. you kiss his teeth and lick into his mouth, grinning when he tries to follow your lips when you back away the slightest bit.

"c'mon, luke..." you huff, pressing your forehead against his. "i've been doin' all the work, care to help a girl out?"

he's bottomed out, buried inside you as you rock your hips against his. you hold onto his shoulders for support, legs aching, but the pretty sounds that slip from his lips make it all worth it.

it's been ungraceful and clumsy, wet kisses stolen between your movements, each of you moaning against the other's mouth. you wished it could've been a little more coordinated, especially after you spent a couple of days looking for a spot you knew no one else would find you and luke in. a clearing far enough from the camp, but close enough where you could still see the lake, where the grass was softer, and none of the trees had any stranded arrows or carvings from the blade of a sword or a knife.

the sun beat down on the two of you, hot and golden, tanning your skin while luke can barely look at you without becoming flustered.

"what..." he's staring at your lips, "what do i do? what do you want me to do?"

he's trying his best, you'll give him that. it makes you smile against his mouth nonetheless.

"put your hands here," you guide his palms back to your hips, and you give them a squeeze, "and hold tight. i want you to move your hips, baby."

luke nods, a bright red hue on his cheeks when you kiss him again. his hips roll into yours, and a drawled curse falls from his open mouth. luke pulls out, almost completely, enough that you panic and squeeze him tighter with your thighs, but then he pushes back into you, slowly, letting you savour it; he repeats the motion, faster, his curses morphing into sweet mumbles of your name each time he bottoms out. 

you raise your hips the next time he pulls out, meeting in the middle when he fills you back up. his hips slot against yours once more before he pulls away from you so he can suck in a breath and-

"shit. you're so- fuck." he shudders, eyes squeezed shut.

you can hardly breathe, the sun is too hot, and the air is too humid, but luke feels so good, even if each one of his thrusts was so uncoordinated you had to try to roll your hips against him again so he could find a rhythm. it was half-grinding, half-fucking, and a delicious drag of the curve of his cock against your walls. yeah, you could do this forever.

"feels so good, luke." you moan, a little louder than you hoped when luke finally built the courage to grab your ass. "you feel so good. don't stop."

"don't wanna," he can barely get the words out. he's trying to kiss your neck but misses, and his teeth knock against your collarbone, the beads of your camp necklace hitting his nose. his jaw clenches tightly, "fuuuck."

one of his hands slides up the span of your back until it reaches the back of your neck, fingers ghosting below your hairline. you get a good look at him, he's a little bolder now, eyes wider, but brows still furrowed. luke licks his lips and lets them fall into a soft pout, a broken moan escaping him once he realizes you're staring.

"gonna cum, luke?"

he's nodding, his curly hair falling over his eyes as his hips buck at the sound of your voice. "yeah... yeah, yes."

you almost feel bad when you push him by the chest until his back falls onto the blanket. he stares at you, surprised, maybe, face unreadable as you lean down over him and whisper, "you're gonna have to work a little harder for it."

[cameronsprincess]

thinking about waking jj up with head🥰

CW: 18+ only! male receiving oral, praise, cnc, somnophilia.

i added a cnc warning bc yes jj is asleep and can’t verbally consent, but jj and reader have an unspoken consensual agreement where they can touch and fuck one another while the other sleeps. hope this is clear <3

he’d looked so beautiful when he slept, so peaceful, and you hated waking him up, but you also wanted him in your mouth so badly.

you slowly lifted yourself up, turning until you were on your stomach and crawling between his legs. he stirred slightly, a long sigh escaping him as you pull his sweats and boxers down his legs.

his semi hard cock would spring free, twitching when your soft hands slowly touch him. you’d smile, wrapping one hand around his long, thick length and slowly stroking him.

“‘m gonna make you feel so good, jay. just lay there and let me take care of you.”

jj begins shifting in his sleep, but never wakes up as your hand slowly pumps up and down his thick shaft. you dip your head down, placing a soft kiss on his swollen head before licking at the slit, lapping up the precum that’s leaked from his tip.

you softly wrap your lips around his head, sucking and licking while pushing more of him down your throat. inch by inch, you swallow his entire length, now completely hard and throbbing.

jj’s eyes shoot open, beautiful blues staring down at you as you continue licking and sucking at his cock. you pull your head up, letting him slip from your mouth with a pop.

“hi sleepyhead.” you tease, putting him back in your mouth and continuing the slow and steady bobs of your head.

jj groans, his hands digging into the back of your head and pulling at your sleep mused hair.

“fuck, princess. i love waking up with my dick down your throat, such a pretty fucking sight.” jj rasps, his voice low and thick with sleep.

you hum around his length, the vibrations pulling another groan from jj. “ffffuck, gonna cum down this pretty fuckin’ throat if you keep that up.”

you bob your head faster, your tongue stuck out and licking the underside of his shaft with each push and pull of your head. you push him all the way down your throat, holding him there and gagging slightly when the tip hits the back of your throat.

“shit. such a good fucking girl, choking on my dick. fuck i love how you look like this, so fucking beautiful.”

jj’s raspy praises have you growing wetter, arousal coating your thighs. you loved when he praised you, you loved how much he loved you, and you loved making him feel good.

you pull your head back up, showing his swollen head some attention while your right hand snakes between your bodies to play with his balls.

jj grunts, his hands in your hair tightening as he shoves himself back down your throat, his hips bucking up and down as he fucks himself into your mouth.

“gonna fuckin’ cum, baby. you want it in your mouth?”

you nod the best you can, tear filled eyes looking up and finding his bright blue ones. a look of pure lust and adoration covers his face as he continues to fuck your throat. you feel his dick swell in your mouth, twitching once before he explodes, hot ropes of cum coating your tongue and throat.

jj continues to thrust in your mouth, pushing himself through his orgasm before he pulls you off him and lifts your body up and into his arms. he places a soft kiss on your forehead and whispers, “i love you so fucking much, my perfect girl.”

i’ve had this in my head since last night. plus reading @sleepyjuice ’s sleepy sex with jj fic really made me wanna write this out 😌 i hope y’all enjoy, i love writing blowjobs they give me life.

daydreams

[gay-dorito-dust]

Fiquei completamente apaixonada pelo imagine que você fez do Logan/Wade/Reader, queria muito outro assim, nada em especial, só mais sobre o relacionamento dos três (I'm really bad with requests, sorry)

(Rough translation by google: I was completely in love with the imagine you made of Logan/Wade/Reader, I really wanted another one like that, nothing in particular, just more about the relationship of the three) if it’s translated something within the request wrong, let me know.

Emotional support isn’t either Wade nor Logan’s strong suit. one made a massive joke out of everything, even his own feelings, while the other suppressed them unhealthily.

So needless to say if emotional comfort is what you were after, you were unfortunately out of luck but that didn’t mean that the pair were about to leave you to suffer alone during such a rough time in your life. Wade and Logan will find a way to help you anyway they could.

Wade would insist that you both have a spontaneous day where you’d do anything that came to your mind without judgment. You may or may not end up making dick cookies together in the kitchen whilst wearing your matching unicorn onesie pyjamas, covered in flour and other stuff.

Ass slaps -consensual of course- are a common occurrence between you, Wade and Logan…well mainly you and Wade…but Logan will gently tap your ass before kissing your forehead, meanwhile giving Wade the hardest slap that would leave a hand shape bruise that would last a week.

Cuddles are something that’s also frequent in your relationship with Wade and Logan but most -if not all- of the time you were in the middle of the both of them, leeching off of their warmth like the parasite you were but you were living the life.

Wade doesn’t care whether he’s the big or small spoon as either way he gets to be close to you in some capacity, where as Logan likes to be the big spoon so he could keep you safe and protected, always sleeping with his back to the door so that if anything were to happen they’d have to get through him.

Wade’s petnames for you are:

Cutie patootie with the booty

Peanut (something he also calls Logan)

Pookie/pookie bear

Sexiest person alive

Logan’s petnames for you are:

Darling

Sweetheart

That’s pretty much it as he’s not too overly worried about petnames, where as Wade has a thousand more up his sleeve that he pulls out of nowhere.

You and Wade would sometimes blatantly check out Logan whenever he’s shirtless and doing his one thing while you and Wade laid on the floor, feet kicking in the air as you both admired your hot partner. (Logan is very aware of what you two were doing but didn’t have it in him to say shit)

Dog pool is basically your, Logan and wades child and she is spoilt the fuck by the three of you for being the cutest dog you’ve ever seen. You dressed her up as Mary Poppins once for Halloween and now you have albums upon albums filled with pictures of dog pool in cute doggy costumes. This is her cannon event.

Logan has nightmares and would often act all cold and distant afterwards but you would gently grab his arm and pull him in for a comforting hug. ‘Don’t walk away,’ you said, ‘please we can figure this out together okay? You’ve been alone long enough, don’t for yourself to fall back into old habits when you’ve got two people who care deeply about you and want to see you okay.’ You add as you rub your hand up and down his back reassuringly until you manage to ease him back into bed and fall asleep on top of his chest so he doesn’t move.

You press kisses to Wade’s face and call him handsome, gorgeous, cutie, all sorts of names that have him feeling soft and fuzzy within his chest because he’s aware of how he looks, but you loved him unconditionally and would even help him with toupees and whatnot, though not before telling him that you find him attractive how he is and wouldn’t want him to change for anyone.

You got a lot of kisses and cuddles from him later because you had no right being that fucking cute!

[loaksbitch]

STOP POSSESSIVE TEYAM IS WHAT I NEED TO FUCK

ok but the way i was sat down on my bed giving your request a blank stare with my jaw wide fuckin’ open — girlies, just like the request says imagine possessive neteyam fucks you, his very shy pretty girl.

warnings - possessive husband neteyam needs his own huge warning fr, missionary, soft sex, kissing, very gentle neteyam, soft dom neteyam, did i mention husband neteyam?? i think that’s it!

“look what you do to me.” — neteyam sully (⨳)

neteyam loves everything about you, from head to toe but one thing he always adored was your shyness.

how you would always blush when he praised you, how you avoid his gaze when he keeps staring at you, how you try to cough out your shaky voice when talking to him.

or how you’re turning your face away from him while placed under him.

neteyam observed how your small hands came to cover your hot face and grinned, falling in love all over again.

he was on his knees still being in between your thighs, untieing his loincloth from his hips and tail. you’re squirming underneath his huge figure, your body deprived of touch from your mate.

one of his hands comes in contact with your plushy bare thighs to give you a slight squeeze and you let a desperate whine out. “look at me,” his deep hoarse voice makes something in your curl.

“baby,” he chuckles when you’re whining again.

“gonna be shy on me now?” you can hear his cocky grin tinted in his voice. “look at me, look at what you did to me.” you slowly manage to move your hands away but gasp when neteyam helps you get quicker.

your gaze lowers down to his abdomen and you breathe when you find him already slowly stroking himself. neteyam bites his lips, eyes trained at your widen ones and watching you watching him touch himself makes his body tingle.

clear liquid coming out of his tip, neteyam closed his eyes and threw his head back before sighing loud.

you squeezed your thighs but neteyam only used his free hand to separate them and get in between. your mate leaned to you closer, bringing his lower abdomen close to yours.

a soft yet noticeable mewl left your plump lips when his tip grazed against your slit. “‘teyam.” you breath and close your eyes, head falling to the soft pillowy mat under you.

just a the sight below him, neteyam wanted to ruin your danity figure, break you even. he wanted to make you forget things that were important, just like what your own name was.

still stroking himself while very close to you, his free hand pushed your leg wider. you didn’t question what he was doing since you trusted him, neteyam would never hurt you.

and now he was pushing inside you, very gentle and attentive to your facial expression ready to stop if he catches any sign of discomfort. you both moaned and groaned, the feeling being too much for you.

your brows knit and neteyam was pausing, “what’s wrong? did i hurt you?” you shook your head and told him to continue.

you kept whining and start questioning how thick and long neteyam was, because why the fuck isn’t he already bottomed out?

“shit,” neteyam cussed when you unintentionally tighten on him, sweat already starting to bead on his forehead and chest. his hands are both free now, one helping him hover over you while the other held onto your thighs, stopping you from closing your legs

the one that was on your thighs was now on your hips, pulling you to him with his gentle strokes.

no words were being spoken, tongue tied with pleasure. “you’re so good.” neteyam praises and your breath hitches, he’s so caring and always makes sure you know that.

you only called for his name as his hips kept backing until his tip was the only thing inside before pushing in deeper. “oh fuck,” he curses and looks down at you, he swore he almost busted when he saw you.

your eyes are tightly shut, jaw open and breathing ragged, you looked so fucked up and hot.

you bite on your bottom lip harder every time he sends a deep stroke to your walls. he understood you’re so shy with everything and so he was patient. “look at me, princess”

you’re not opening your eyes and neteyam understood he must somehow force you to do so. “i’ll stop if you don’t open your eyes,” your eyelids snap open when he threatens you

“good girl.” he leans down to press a soft kiss on your forehead

“you’re mine.” he was so possessive yet you loved everything about it. “all mine, no one can have you but me.” his thrusts were becoming frantic. you only nod, eyes barely open when you feel your orgasm building up more and more.

“kiss me.” he demands and you bring your hands to his face, cupping his jaw and pulling him to your lips. oh eywa how he doesn’t want this night to end.

neteyam doesn’t fail to notice how your hot breath hits his wet lips everything he fucks you, knocking your lungs. his hand was gripping and squishing to your soft skin, trying to memorize your body.

“‘teyeam?” your voice quivers when you call for your lover. “mhm, princess?” he was quick to listen to you.

“i love you.” you say, chest feeling heavy and your stomach tightening, “you love me?” he asks and you quickly nod, hot tears breaking from your eyes.

“i love you,” you whimpered.

neteyam leaned more than ever, too close but careful not to crush you with his weight and kissed you tenderly, he began moving inside you again as you moaned to the kiss and brought your hips up to meet his thrust.

your mate sat up and held onto your hips and again, pulling them up to meet his. his soft voice echoing and lips repeating he loved you and you only. telling him he’s yours as you’re his.

the pressure of release became unbearable for you while neteyam felt his abdomen tighten.

“neteyam, i’m gonna…” your back arched from the mat, neteyam using it as an opportunity to fuck you deeper. “yeah? let go for me.” he pleads and you combust on him. wetness all over you two, squelching sound becoming intense and very pushy to his release

“beautiful, so fucking beautiful.” neteyam suddenly bottoms out and you yelp when he yanks your hips closer. “hm,” he moans as you feel him milk himself inside you.

“so good, you’re so good my pretty girl.” you smile when he places a butterfly kiss on your eyelids. “i love you.” he breathes before his lips catch yours and devours you.

“i love you too,” you giggle when neteyam nudges your nose with his, too in love and drunk with your existence.

i wasn’t feeling it when i wrote this but i hope you enjoyed babies! likes + reblog are super appreciated and not pressured ** mwah — i hope you liked this anon!