#and the second one is so it definitely goes down and doesn’t leave a taste in my mouth

[127rkives]

uhhhh idk if anyone has discussed this before but... miguel likes to eat pussy from the back!!!

like idk, every once in a while, his brain goes brrrr and something short circuits. idk chalk it up to stress but it's more like some feral, animalistic urge. he can’t really explain it. it’s almost as if someone flips a switch, his mind goes blank except for the thought of needing to be with you, under you, in you. he has to stop whatever he’s doing and go find you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

and as soon as he makes it home to find you relaxed on the couch, he's flipping you over, contorting you face down ass up, and he’s nuzzling into your clothed pussy like a dog in fucking heat. when he’s finally spent just enough time shrouded in the scent of you, he's yanking your shorts off. he’s been at this for approximately 2 minutes but there's already a wet patch in the center of your panties. that sight makes his pupils dilate before going in for the kill. his claws come out to rip your panties to shreds right before he straight up nose dives into your pussy, and granted you can feel him, the action still catches you off guard enough for you to emit a loud gasp. it’s just too much too fast. “mig- ohhh!~”

“mmm... mmmf” miguel gets so much satisfaction from tasting you that he releases moans of his own. they would be bouncing around the room and intermingling with yours except right now he can't bring himself to pry his tongue from the slick walls of your cunt. 

“oh my gosh- miguel!”

hearing you raise your voice in alarm while saying his name is enough to make miguel pause for a second. you take the moment of reprieve to look over your shoulder— huffing and puffing— only to be stunned by miguel’s animalistic look. his curls are messily hanging near his eyes which are dark, yet spacey as if he’s on another planet. his lips are parted just enough to show a peek of his fangs as he breathes heavily through his mouth after suffocating himself with your pussy, and a gleaming mixture of his spit and your slick is smothered over half of his face and all the way down to his collarbone.

“m- miggy could you just give me a few seconds?” you ask. miguel tilts his head to the side and scoffs. a curt “no” is all you get before miguel locks his arms around your thighs to drag you back to his watering mouth. you don’t have claws like miguel but if you did the couch cushions would definitely be in shreds from the way you’re gripping them. 

the wet slurps of miguel’s tongue lapping at your cunt are soon paired with two of his thick fingers easily slipping in thanks to your arousal. he scissors them for a moment before adding a third. the speed he uses to pump them in and out and the feeling of his slightly calloused fingers against your gummy walls leaves you floating in the clouds. you’re brought crashing back down, however, when a deep groan from miguel sends sparks up your spine. soon enough you feel pressure building at the bottom of your stomach, only it doesn’t feel like it usually does. in a fit of panic you try to drag yourself out of miguel’s grip.

“ohhh my go- miggy!” it’s all you can do to let out little slurred calls of his name, but it doesn’t matter. miguel’s not stopping until he’s satisfied. your escape attempts are useless, but the wiggling is enough to piss him off.

“querida. don’t move so much. be good.” but you can’t be still. the tingly feeling in your tummy is growing and all you can do let out breathy moans as you thrash around in ecstacy.

“ahh- i can- can’t help it!”

all of your moving loosened miguel’s grip too much for his liking. in less than a second, he's yanking you back towards his mouth and hoisting your hips just high enough to wrap his lips around your cute little clit. 

one hard suck is all it takes before you’re squealing at the top of your lungs. a scream of “miguel!~” is the only thing leaving your lips while your vision goes white and your breathing stops for a second. miguel is unrelenting behind you, switching to messily swiping his thumb across your clit and shoving his tongue back into your pulsating cunt in an attempt to catch every last drop squirting in to his mouth. 

even when your arms give out beneath you and you faceplant into the couch miguel is still lapping at your outer lips like he’s been saved after being stranded in the desert for a year.

and like that, it’s like the switch in his brain flips again. he smooths his hands up and down your trembling thighs and scatters kisses in a path up your back to the nape of your neck. “you okay, cariño?” a weak “mhm” is all you can muster up as you turn your head to flash miguel a floaty smirk. he smiles and chuckles, recognizing the foggy look in your eyes. covered in a sheen of sweat and high off the feeling of him is just one of the times miguel thinks you look the most beautiful.

after ghosting his hands across your skin and giving you a few minutes to calm down, miguel goes to gently move you to his lap. he buries his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling all of you. with the little strength you have, you wiggle around in his lap attempting to get comfortable but something is in the way- 

“ohh~” miguel’s breath is hot on your neck as he groans into it. his fangs graze your skin, his hands grasp onto your hips for dear life and oh...

someone flipped the damn switch again...

[munsonsmixtapes]

Just a Little Touch

perv!eddie x innocent!plus size!reader

summary: Eddie touches you and you decide that it's far better than masturbation.

cw: MDNI (18+) masturbation, fingering

you can find part one here!

You haven't seen Eddie since you masturbated for the first time. You’ve honestly been avoiding him since you don’t want to admit that he had been part of your late night fantasies every night since. He’s perfect for it as you imagine him as the person who’s doing all the touching. It’s his fingers that are inside you. It’s his voice that encourages you with every pump of your fingers, telling you how pretty you look. 

Now that you’ve started, you can’t seem to stop. You’ve been getting yourself off every night and you’re not sure why you hadn’t before. It definitely helps with your feelings towards Eddie and you’re so tired afterwards that it’s so easy for you to go to sleep afterwards. It’s a win-win in your book.

Eddie hates that you’ve been asleep every time that he’s walked past your trailer the past few nights. He’s been working later at the car shop since someone quit and even though he’s making more money, he hates that he has to miss seeing his pretty girl through her window. It’s his favorite part of the day and he’s wondering if being employee of the month for the third consecutive year is even worth it anymore. 

But tonight, he’s lucky because he just so happens to walk past your window when he hears a loud moan coming from it. He peeps inside and sure enough, his favorite show is on. And you’re even prettier than before, as your back arches off the bed. Your hard nipples are poking through your thin tank top and Eddie feels drool pooling in his mouth as he thinks about how badly he wants to suck on them. 

He seems to black out when he goes through with what he does next because one second, he’s outside, and the next, he’s crawling through your window. He drops to the floor with a loud thud and you’re pulled out of your trance, the moan that was about to spill from your mouth dying on your lips. 

You immediately pull your hand from your paintes and stare at Eddie who’s already staring back at you in horror. He clearly didn’t think this through. He goes to leave when he sees how startled you are, but you get onto your knees on the bed and grab onto him, preventing him from going any further. 

You turn him around to face you and slowly inch your slick covered fingers towards his mouth. He’s quick to open up and an involuntary moan falls from his lips as the slick drips onto his tongue. He licks and sucks on your fingers slowly, trying to savor the flavor as it’s easily the best thing he’s ever tasted.

You pull your fingers from his mouth with a loud pop and before you can register what’s happening, Eddie is pushing you down onto the bed, pinning you to it with his hands. His mouth finds yours in a hot kiss as one of his hands trails down to your sopping wet panties. 

“Has anyone touched you like this?” Eddie asks against your lips and all you can do is whine in response. 

“No,” you finally tell him and Eddie pulls back with a devilish grin.

“Do you want me to?” Truth be told, he’s never done this, but he’s read enough smut to know exactly how it’s done. Okay, and maybe he did some research as a form of manifestation that you’d let him. And clearly it worked because here he is. 

“God, yes,” you breathe and Eddie smiles even wider as his fingers move back and forth across your slit causing another whine to fall from your lips. 

“Eddie, please,” you beg and Eddie loves the sound of that. It’s even better than he imagined and now he thinks he’s going to have to hear it every day in order to survive. Somehow, he doesn’t think you’d have a problem with that. 

He watches your face as he slowly pushes his fingers inside of you, a loud escaping you already and he’s barely down anything. Oh, he’s going to have so much fun with this. 

You’re already soaked and all he can think about is licking his own fingers clean after he’s given you as many orgasms that you can manage and then he’s going to eat you out, fully intending on cleaning out every bit of slick from you because he’s only gotten one taste and he needs, craves more.

His fingers pick up the pace, moving a little faster, but that doesn’t seem to be good enough for you. He’s not going hard or deep enough. You want to feel his rings, the cold metal inside you. You want him to stretch you out to prepare you for his massive cock that he’s inevitably going to pound into you over and over until you can’t take it anymore. 

“Harder,” you demand. “Faster.” 

“As you wish, princess,” he nods and does exactly as he’s asked. He goes as hard and fast as he can, making sure to fit all of his fingers inside you since he’s sure that’s what you want. You grab onto his arms and give his biceps a squeeze, holding onto him for dear live as he fucks you with just his fingers. 

“Eddie, oh my god,” you moan and Eddie’s sure he’s going to come just from hearing it. He watches your back arch as you moan again, your nipples on full display through your very thin t-shirt. God, you really are going to become a full course meal for him and fuck is he starving. 

You’re reaching your orgasm but Eddie isn’t going to let up. He wants to see just how many times he can make you come from just his fingers. And you come with his fingers still inside of you, pumping as fast and hard as they can go. Your back arches again as you throw your head back. This orgasm is far better than any of the ones you were able to give yourself and now  you’re convinced that you’re going to have to have him do this exact thing before you go to bed every night. Because there’s no way you can go back to masturbating when Eddie’s just given you the best orgasm of your life. 

You look absolutely spent so Eddie removes his fingers and hovers them over your mouth and he moans as you lick and suck on them, removing every last drop of your slip from his digits. And once you’re done, he removes his fingers slowly then places himself on top of you, kissing you until you’re both breathless as he tells you that you’re his good girl. Yeah, there’s no way that either of you can sleep now.

[bettystonewell]

ANOTHER NOTCH ON HIS BELT

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Every little part of him is holding onto every little piece of her, and any other woman he’s been lucky enough to escape his life with. Even if it’s only for the night - or - Dean replaces intimacy with sex. 18+ only

Word Count: 1.2k words

Tags/Warnings: lil’ bit of SMUT, casual sex, Dean needs a hug, light angst

A/N: Summary inspired by the lyrics of the song “Tough” by Lewis Capaldi.—————————————————————Read on AO3 || Masterlist

He loves the sex. 

Needs it. 

Craves it. 

The closeness it gives him. The warmth of someone else surrounding his hardened body. Touching, feeling, writhing below or on top of him. He doesn’t care. 

Even with the scrapes and bruises he doesn’t remember which ugly bastard he ganked giving them to him, he’s not ashamed. He just wants to fill up his heart with affection to get him through the next death he knows is inevitable, no matter how hard he tries.

It’s something he can’t escape, except maybe for the night. Tonight, if he’s lucky.

As she pours him another cup, and places the pie he ordered beside his now empty plate, he pretends not to notice. It doesn’t mean he’s not watching. He just continues to hold the conversation with Sam while listening to her greet someone new.

Her voice carries like silk over the chatter of people and the ringing coming from the door. Her hands are clean, her skin soft and inviting as she pulls out her notepad and pen. 

He flicks his head up to exchange a glance, and she actually winks at him. “Can I get you anything else?” 

“Sammy?” He looks his brother’s way, but brings his gaze back to her the second he’s answered.

“Thanks,” he says and reads the badge pinned to her blouse aloud. “That’s a pretty name.” 

The girls in these dives they eat at are always perfect in his eyes. Their lives are just so, even if they don’t see it. 

No scars, at least not from weapons. Pliable flesh he can sink his fingers into. Grab, smooth, lick, taste. Sweet perfume that would fill a home he knows has things littered with the apple pie life he once thought he wanted. 

He’ll tell no one he still does.

He’ll also never tell Sam that’s the real reason he doesn’t bring them to the motel anymore if he can avoid it. It’s easier to leave them when he wakes up and feels out of place.

She walks away, back to the counter whence she came with hips that sway in time to the tick of the dusty old clock on the wall. Past the other patrons and tables full of more coffee and mediocre food. 

Chicken served in nugget form. Sandwiches lathered in sauce. It may be swill and smell closer to ass than edible, but if he plays his cards well, he’ll be devouring something far better tonight.

“Don’t wait up,” he says after downing the scalding liquid in one go. He’s done with waiting. Just needed the last boost of confidence before he goes in for the kill.

He stands up and grabs his phone. Brushes down his jacket, checking there’s nothing on it from the hunt, and looks up to the smile that caught his eye again. 

She’s watching him.

“Don’t do the hot coffee thing,” Sammy bitches, as he walks away.

But while Dean ignores him, a split second frown sours his face. He refuses to let his baby brother see the remark stings. 

It’s not about dipping his stick in the oil, but he’ll let Sam believe it is. The facade is easier than admitting the truth.

He steps up to the counter, where she’s taking some other chumps order, and raises the cup he never put down to gain her attention. There might be a suave grin thrown her way. Definitely a twinkle in his eye.

“Can I get another, sweetheart? Hot, and…just like you?” There’s a wag of his brow now.

“Sure thing, hun,” she says with a chuckle that makes her even more desirable. She doesn’t know how beautiful she is.

He wants to taste. He wants to touch. He wants her arms wrapped around him while he holds her tight. So he takes the opportunity presented to him. A brush of his fingers on hers when she hands the smooth ceramic back to him. Lingering as he gauges for any reaction. Any hint that she’s interested in being his comfort for the night.

“Thanks,” he says through a grin of goof and charm, and she smiles. Doesn’t even move her hand, and he knows he’s in with a chance.

“Can I get you anything else…?” she asks.

“Dean.” He winks.

“Dean,” she repeats, and he wants to hear it again. Underneath him. On top of him. Legs wrapped ‘round his waist as she chants it into his ear. 

He’d settle for it once if it was on her doorstep, following an ‘I had a good time last night,’ and so he’s bolder. His choice of words, just as. “Any chance you’re getting off soon?”

And she chuckles, hearty and soft. Nods her head in consideration, tongue playing with her cheek as she looks him over nice and slow. “You don’t beat around the bush, huh, Dean?” 

“Depends on the carpets,” he says. 

It’s cheesy and cringe and doesn’t even make much sense, but it works. She’s placing the pot of coffee down, leaning in closer to him, hovering over him a couple of hours later in a room that’s both foreign in foundation and comfort.

Plush bedding that’s clean. No smoke or dust or grime in sight. 

A light that never flickers and appliances that don’t buzz.

There’s a thigh on either side of him, bent at the knees just as he wanted. A sheen of sweat between. Her hands, warm and soft, creep over his skin, tracing patterns with tingles that curl his toes and tense the muscles in his shoulders and glutes.

His arms pull her down on him, pushing himself further into her. Giving her more of him, and she moans. He does, too. The squeeze of her walls on the covered tip of his dick is wonderful, but it’s the look in her eyes that does it for him. 

There’s a connection, now, even if there might be none come morning. This lust that he can mistake for adoration is what he needs. What he craves.

He’s wanted. She feels. Her body is alive, and she cries his name. 

“You like that, baby?” he asks with a snap of his hips, savouring the next sound she makes. If they go another round, he’ll do it again. When he’s alone with just his hand, he’ll chase it with the memory of her trembling lips, thighs and chest.

He’s pulling her tit into his mouth. Wide to capture as much of her smooth skin as he can. He’ll remember the saltiness, too. The way her nipple pebbles as his tongue swipes over and around it. The way her pelvis rocks.

She’s grinding down on him. Her fingers are tugging into his hair, and as her nails scrape down to the nape of his neck, he’s pulling her stomach to his. 

He’s grabbing her ass and raising it up. He’s chasing both their highs.

And when it hits, and he feels his balls tighten, and her around him, squeezing him for all he’s worth, he’s burying his nose into the junction between her hairline and ear. Inhaling the soap and shampoo. Her perfume. The sweat on her skin. He’s taking it all in and holding her tight.

In this moment, she’s his. 

The closeness she gives him. The warmth of her surrounding his hardened body. Touching, feeling, writhing on top of him.

He craves her.

He needs her.

And he’ll continue to, because it’s not just about sex. He loves the intimacy.

Read on AO3 || Masterlist—————————————————————Thank you so much for reading!

Coming soon! - Must Love Dogs - 24/01

(Dean’s POV - Humour - 900 words)

The Colonel needs to take a leak. Rather than risk the stench of dog piss in their already rank motel room, Dean, begrudgingly, obliges. It’s lucky(?) he does, because Dean will always pick up. —————————————————————TAGLIST- If you’d like to be tagged, lmk.

@globetrotter28 @ambiguous-avery @arcannaa

[boyinatown]

Hi good day how are you? I really like Wind Breaker but I don't find smut about it. If you don't mind, won't you write about it.

BED-BREAKER

Summary: just smut about windbreakers boys.

Warning: sexual theme, oral sex, doggy style , missionary and cowgirl

Pairing: Dom, Vinny , joker & Owen x f! Reader

A/n : thanks for requesting this, I just didn’t know what characters you wanted so I went with a few i like.

★ DOM KANG

dom 100% loves taking you about anywhere, one time he even requested having sex in his dads club.

Big fan of stomachs, no matter the size , scar , rolls , moles or any insecurities he just loves planting kisses on yours and because of your heat he often finds his self sleeping on it

During sex he’s not very loud , a few grunts here and there but nothing like whimpering or moaning unless you two have been at it for a while he would leave a few gaspy noises!

really into doggy style for some reason, he just loves how your ass slams back against his hips and how easily he can make it jiggle and red with his hand prints <3

He’s definitely big, I mean have you seen this guy? Packing about a 9/10 inch

He has a happy trail. Argue with the wall

Likes wrapping his arms around you , then continues to ravage you.

★ VINNY HONG

Despite his looks he gets embarrassed when you two have sex, but when he sees you underneath him clasping at the sheets or anything to control yourself his red eye glows with excitement to ruin you

He loves missionary so he can see your face, plant kisses on your jawline then savor the taste of your lips

He isn’t really into any specific type of body part , but he does love it when your breasts slightly bounce, and once again doesn’t care if their small , middle or huge. As long as he can watch he’s fine with it.

Vinny whimpers, I’m sorry but he does. He’s a sensitive guy and when you have sex he’s glad you chose him and cherish moments with him

Definitely spanks your ass when you walk by him or when your back is arched

Hickeys , hickeys lots of hickeys! Vinny can’t control his whimpers so he chooses to muffle them by painting your body with marks. <3

★ JOKER

this is unrelated but why doesn’t this motherfucker have a last name 😭

Joker loves cowgirl, that’s it. He just wants to hold your hips to thrust back into you and control your ever move even though your the one topping him. He can’t help it, that’s just how he is a dominator.

Speaking about dominator, he’s definetly a dom. Even if you tried to take over this mf will pin you down and just thrust harder into you not even stopping his hips for a second.

He’s fast in sex, fast and rough. Where do you think all that anger goes ?

he likes your ass, biting it , spanking it , kissing it. Anything <3 he just loves it. Sometimes he’d just slap your ass so hard you’d jolt high in the air then look back at him disappointed

He likes his arms, the way he can just choke you with them while fucking you from behind muttering stuff into your ear

When you guys fuck his earrings dangle and make noises so that’s sends you both over the edge

★ OWEN KNIGHT

he’s mean during sex, his eyes glowing in the dark and just making you whine for mercy.

Definitely fucks you in front of a mirror , just so you can see his blue orbs focused on you watching your every move even if you try to squint them he’d just force them open by pounding even harder

His favorite body part on you are your thighs , he likes having them on his shoulders while you massage his scalp while watching a movie, just holding you up in the air and to see them pressed against your chest when his cock keeps getting sucked into you

I headcannon he likes giving you oral sex more then you give him, something about you arching your upper body and thighs twitching makes him wanna pounce onto you, Ofcourse after you cum first <3

Has tried to record you two having sex before , but once he saw you looking at the camera with a fucked out look and eyes rolling back biting your lower lip he threw his phone away before smashing his lips onto yours roughly while his hips never stopped… but the recording luckily still went on and your voices were heard.

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

“I want you,” is all your voice can manage, evaporating into the raw need that you are currently holding for your best-friend.

It’s a mutual lunch break hour from differing work environments, and you’d managed to huddle up into your benefits part of the friendship package, piling into Steve’s backseat. It’s not the first time… and it definitely will not be the last…

You’re insatiable for him, thoughts having been built from the night before, as you came three times with his name on your kiss starved lips.

Steve.

Steve.

Steve.

Paper bags and wrappers are carelessly littered to the beemer’s floorboards. Jackets discarded. Indiana’s icy autumn air goes hand in hand with Steve’s heater - leaving behind streaks of accumulated fog that is glistening across every window. Traded lunch tastes linger with every kiss. Steve’s peanut butter and jelly strong on his tongue as you pass it by with a sweep of your own turkey club.

And if you ask Steve Harrington one of the things he most remembers about today, it’s how you shamelessly licked the chip crumb from the corner of his mouth to finish it off. You were helped into his lap when the turning point occurred (a look, one that’s before a paused heartbeat, a sharp - shared breath). Only, it’s different on this occasion. Sure, you’ve taken control before, rode him until his eyes crossed and his toes curled into a crack, one that had him squeezing you so hard that you felt it for days. However, there’s something more building here and he knows that you know, but he isn’t sure what will happen (he is just privy to what he wants, what he’s fucking terrified to say).

“You have me,” he says, a blush pecking into the apple of his cheeks, results stirring between his legs.

You both take in those words - for a moment the sound of a soft rain and falling leaves trickling across his back windshield all that you can hear. But then Steve exhales a withheld breath that bumps at you from positioning, and you’re super sensitive to the situation, the need becoming an aching, overwhelming hunger to have. You find that freckle on his left ear first, licking your way down his jaw to follow, your hips starting rock in his lap - an established rhythm you’d worked together to find over the months. Steve’s eyes roll back, toes tingling in his Nike’s, and he’s realizing the interior of his car’s roof.

“Holy shit, honey.”

It’s said wet, weak. And he’s pretty sure he just spit the words into the air. But you pay it no mind, encouraged to find those defined tendons, covered in old scars and beauty marks alike - paying attention to each one. Steve attempts to raise his hips, close his legs to get some friction on his own accord. You provide, in synch, seconds later, dipping into a particularly hard thrust that has him whining into a whimpering pain.

It rushes across your body - molten heat obliterating your insides into an irreparable mess. Pulling away, you press your fingers straight into his mouth, nudging his chin back, your own tongue slicking across your teeth as you watch yourself wrecking him in only ways that you know how. Starved to command, to pleasure, to give to him, it’s leaving your lungs and you don’t try to stop it.

“Suck on them. Come on, Steve, work for it.”

He doesn’t falter, the blown amber irises into twisted tangles, gone to blown abyss that is his pupils. He’s gone glazed over, sucking the salty taste off your digits, wanting so badly to be good for you. His trust in you, his engagement, you’re having to undo his jeans with a noisy, hasty hassle. Getting him bare cannot come quick enough. Watching his size spill from his briefs, resting its heavy, warm weight in your grasp as you reach - it takes you completely under its bidding. Steve is mesmerized, hands finding the plush of your waist to hold onto.

You manage to get your tights slid down from beneath your tennis skirt, coolness rushing in to prickle along your flesh. You won’t be bothered with boots, so you simply slide the pink silk aside, hovering over him. Steve can feel the slick silk as you brush yourself across his length, gently giving a tantalizing taste of a tease, your hand shining with the stain of his pre-release. He wants to pound you into the driver’s seat, his teeth clenched, legs bouncing. It simply serves to add more to the temptress show.

There’s a particularly large surge of rain that spills across the crystal behind your heads, in perfect timing with your new whispers. You get close, hands now pushing his shirt up to expose that deliciously black tufted chest, taking your fingers through soft curls. You circle his areola with a nail’s edge, lips sucking in his earlobe, before releasing to divulge a secret. “Wanna take you home and lay you out in my bed, pin your hands above your head.”

A low groan rumbles into a release from his throat. You take pity, one hand cupping his cheek. He holds his breath, your spare hand remaining on his chest, both heartbeats doing sporadic gallops, eyes zoned in on one another. He can’t function, you can barely let it roll off of your salivating tongue. “You gonna let me fuck you?”

Steve cries out, a literal beg and plead combo that makes you grasp and tug him back into your palm. It serves to your reminding cause. “Such a good guy, Steve. An incredible lover, the best best-friend a girl will ever have. Teaching me so much, always willing to learn.”

He goes shy at that, tries to tuck his face into your shoulder. “M’ not…”

Your spare hand finds his chin and holds him level. “You’re fucking everything, Steve Harrington. And I wanna — no — I need to feel you inside every single part of me.”

There’s this bone deep, muscle scraping rasp that drips like scorching, soaking hot honey when he speaks. You watch the five o’clock shadow swirl around his mouth as it separates to answer. His hands pinching into your sides, releasing to gently rub up and down the fabric of your shirt that is keeping parts of your skin away from him. You await, a soft smile indenting. One of his hands makes its way to your jawline, cradling, thumbing along the bone to help beckon you into his kiss.

Upon parting, lips grazing, stringing together - he lets you know. “So much crap has always been confusing, but you… You’re not.”

Your brows push together, throat constricting around a vice grip. Implications are fragrant, clear. No more exchanges as Steve’s hand finds your neck’s nape and brings you to his forehead, your leverage given to sink down in his lap. He frowns into his drawn out moan, relaxing into your shape. You curse at the stretch, hands seeking his shoulders out, digging into the blades.

You move, taking him with you. Your pace beginning slow, climbing to a quickening desperation, a burrowing trying work you over from the inside out. Throwing your face into his neck, it has you biting, marking. Steve’s breathing becomes choppy in just several minutes, his knees jerking rapidly, you controlling the rhythm, using him, being with him. He’s a sweaty, disheveled mess - hair askew from your languid pullings, shirt still wound up, and jeans soaked from the both of you.

There’s a sound that throttles his diaphragm, comes out tenfold. His massive palm slapping around to your tailbone, before it dives up the back of your shirt, fingertips dancing, shaping letters along your flesh, ending right beneath your bra band. He nuzzles your throat, leaves a kiss. “Yeah? It’s okay if I…?”

God… you can’t take it anymore. This man drives you past outer-limits.

You consent, and your bra straps are sliding from beneath your sleeves, falling over your arms, and discarded behind somewhere. Steve immediately brings your naked chest to his, breasts squished, stimulated by his fluffy, chestnut embankment. Hands find another set, fingers interlocking, and you rock so hard that his car begins to vibrate. Seconds, hours - who knows? Steve is pitiful in his warning.

“I’m gonna — Can I cum?”

You share a cheshire set of twin grins. Your mouths meet, arms raising to hold his against your hips, just… feeling your movements. You’re nodding, nipping at the stubble underneath his jawline. He swells instantly, his grip so tight on you that you can’t help but to pick your pace up to help him ride out his high.

“Good boy, baby. Feels so right, doesn’t it?”

Steve’s jaw unhinges, throat muscles tightening, legs raising until his knees hit the backs of your thighs, and everything rings static in his ears as the knot unravels at his navel, catching all on the way down to where you’re joined. He’s pulsing inside, a wide whine stretching past his lungs, slipping off his tongue. You lick at it, slowing your pace as not to overstimulate. His heart is racing, damp chest taking purchase across your own, making you rest your forehead against him. It’s a few moments that it takes you, and - reluctantly - you start to rise off, hand shifting between your thighs to press into your clit, mumbling how you wished you brought a toy to plug his essence inside.

There’s a panicked look that overtakes his perspired form, and he’s automatically keeping you in place, making you reach for his shoulder, tightening around his sensitive cock. “Steve…”

“Just… wait! Leave it inside?”

Fuck. This man…

“You sure you can handle it? I don’t mind.”

A reserved fondness, he unlocks a hand that still remains held with your own, half his fingers on your neck, the other on your face to hold. His eyes dart back and forth, a sparkling mirth making your heart dip to rise. You get it.

“I want you to finish with me still here.” He’s let go of your other hand to urge your hand aside and spread you apart with his own thumb, admiring the shine of mixed wants.

And those words… Fuck, they’re on the tip of your tongue. You’re not sure how much longer you’re going to be able to hold them back for.

[creepzkilla]

No because those EJ headcannons 😳 are so good aldhworjeoejekr you wrote him so perfectly 😫

If it's ok, can I request some NSFW Creepypasta Toby headcannons? You can make them as dark as you like, but DAMN I have to admit the way you write characters is so gooooodddd 💖💖💖

↳˳⸙;; ❝ TICCI TOBY KINK HC'S! + BONUS ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗

[A/N]--tyty i always enjoy slasher creepypasta-- the more realistic version of the fandom. its always been more entertaining for me... the mansion kinda HC never really stuck with me unless portrayed really good? its so hard to find fics that are like that... but anyways wtf my first ask this deserves a bonus smut at the end?!?!?! sry for the delay too i’ve had writers block wtf… the second half is shit ngl

NSFW. warning— NOT PROOF READ fem! anatomy, dub-con, somnophilia, toby being a perv, sadist, bondage,breeding, exhibition

TOBY IS A CLOSET PERVERT--

he remembers when he first started stalking you. when he first snuck into your house while you were fast asleep as he kept a watchful eye over your sleeping form. you were ethereal, he couldn't help himself following you home- or going through your panty drawer. you couldn't blame him, really, you couldn't. you look so cute in your satin pink thongs that he just had to steal one. or three.

sadist-- toby just adores watching you contort underneath his touch as you squirm away from him. he won't hesitate to leave harsh slaps across the meat of your ass or dark bruises made from his belt into makeshift handcuffs

bondage-- he loves tying you up in all sorts of different lewd positions. toby takes pride watching you whimper under his calloused hands begging for your hands and/or legs. he knows that those whimpers are only for him.

breeding-- toby has family issues... at first, he wouldn't want kids. he would dismiss the thought of ever having any kids in the first place... not wanting to turn into his dad. he was terrified. that was until he came in your pussy the first time. it was fucking life-changing. he loves the feeling of spilling his seed into your pretty pussy... he just can't go back after that. why buy condoms when he could watch his cum seep out of your pussy? he wouldn't mind having a kid or two.

mutual masturbation-- he goes wild watching your hands disappear into your heat as your mouth lets out a barrage of whimpers and moans. toby can't help but join in. whether you know if he's watching or not.

exhibitism-- this man just dont give af. if he wants you, he wants you. anytime, anyplace.

oral(fem receiving)-- this could be considered a kink because toby could probably cum buy just eating your pussy. he just cant get enough of it. he gets so painfully hard when he goes down on you. so you cant blame him when he paints his pants white.

corruption— this is a big one..you were a virgin, with little to no experience before you bet toby. something about that innocence he just had to protect… something he just had to corrupt. toby remembers when he first taught you how to give a blowjob. he could just cum by the perverted memory.

TOBY DEFINITELY JERKS OFF WITH YOUR PANTIES—

there’s no way he doesn’t. he fucking obsessed with the taste and smell of your pussy. the nights where he can’t come and visit you bet you can find a pair of your satin panties wrapped around his cock. toby just can’t help himself. he loves feeling the feeling of your juices rubbing up against his cock as he imagines runtting against you. it’s his dirty little secret… well it’s not much of a secret when your prairies start showing up stained with a white excrete.

HES SURPRISINGLY KINDA BIG—

now don’t get me wrong… toby isn’t a petite guy, he’s rather tall standing at 5’11 or 6’0. he’s a pretty built guy—he kinda has to be. so when i say surprisingly i mean you wouldn’t really except him to be a whopping 6’0 inches. his girth is on the skinny size but he makes up for it when hes hitting places you never knew existed. his tip is a dark pink, and the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. you never thought that you’d be saying that about a dick or specifically a serial killers dick; but here you are… your not exactly complaining.

—-ˋˏ [‘Ill give you everything’] ˎˊ

—(Toby couldn’t help himself. He really couldnt. You just looked so gorgeous in your pink satin panties— which are your favorite pair— he couldn’t help but rub against the cotton material. It’s not like you’d mind anyways…you’ve always asked him to fuck you awake before, why not take you up on that offer?

He carefully moves the comforter from your shoulders, peeling it back allowing him to slip into your bed behind you . Toby sinks into the bed, spooning your relaxed body as the curve of your ass pressed into him.Almost instinctively your body pressed into the slasher completely, being enraptured by his warmth. You were oblivious to what you were doing to him.

His aching boner stretched against his pants, and fuck it was painful (from aching not actual pain) as he rubs up against your panties. It was almost like you wanted him to do this. Sleeping in only your underwear? It was like you’re asking him to move your panties to the side and fuck you.

His cold finger tips brush against your damp panties, hooking his finger on the seam of fabric, slowly and carefully pulling them down. toby was careful not to wake you—-not yet. He wants to savor this.

It was so unbelievably hot in your bedroom, almost like a sauna. If anything he was helping you cool down. You should appreciate his kind and just actions by taking of your clothes before you got too hot. He chuckled at that thought, ghosting his finger tips over your exposed shoulder, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

His lips hovered above your exposed neck, sending chills down your spine. Dark bruises soon began to litter your neck, ruining its once pristine image as Toby sunk his lips deeper in your skin, all while his other hand disappeared into your cunt.

You were so incredibly wet, so incredibly tight. His calloused hands slid in and out with ease, your walls sucking him in ever time. Toby was enraptured with your beauty, your flushed cheeks, your rosy lips, the soft whimpers that left your mouth; utterly gorgeous.

“Toby?” You awoke to nothing but darkness with an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, an all too familiar one. A warmth spread throughout your body like wildfire as the prevalent feelings grew. The sensation— that you couldn’t put a finger on—- just felt so good, you couldn’t help but melt into it.

Toby hummed in response, too busy on concentrating on the task at hand; fingering your tight cunt. The lewd sounds that gushed around his hands was deafening; almost forgetting that you were awake.

“Are you e-enjoying yours-self?” He laughed, curling his fingers inside of you, rubbing up against a patch of sensitive nerves.

You yelped, now being fully awake, clearly aware of the sensation— that is being full. You could only moan in response as his fingers continuously plunged in and out of sopping cunt as your core tightened.

Toby’s lips attached to the crook of your neck once again, tracing over the dark bruises that began to form— biting ever so slightly on your sweet spot (that only he knows of). His unoccupied hand, cupped the meat of your thigh, lifting it up to gain better access for his other hand that was moving at an insatiable speed.

“P…Please, I need you…I want all of you.” A barrage of moans left your lips, as your hand curled behind you to grip the man’s hair that assaulted your skin. Your sharp nails dug into his scalp, tugging on tuffs of his unkept brown hair—signaling your desperation.

Suddenly, he was on top of you. Straddling your exposed bottom half with his thighs, a lustful glint ever so present in his eyes. His lips were a cherry red, presumably from his attack on your neck as well as his hands that were slick with your cunt. You take immediate notice of the large tent swelling in his blue jeans, you could only guess at how painful it was.

“A-are you sure?” Toby hummed, his scarred hands tracing over your waist, “I’m not g-gonna go easy on you.” His voice came out as a whisper, as if it was some horrible secret—a taboo. To which it was, not like you knew or anything— but toby has a secret, commmited horrible sins that can never be reversed— you shouldn’t be doing this with him… He feels guilty almost— yet it’s so enticing… His hands devouring your body as if his hands weren’t covered in blood merely hours before.

But you’ll never know, right?

“I want all of you, Toby.” He looks down at your delicate form, such innocence. Your skin was practically glowing in the moonlight that shone threw the raked blinds, making you look almost angelic. He was scared to touch you, like you would crumble under his touch. Like you would see him for the monster— the pyschopath he truly is, a devil.

Yet, that’s what makes it so exciting, so enticing to see your angelic body beneath him. The danger, the corruption. It only added fuel to the fire, and soon it would become a wild fire.

Your body; merely heaven and earth wrapped into one.

He; the virus, a plague that never stops— pollution your body and everything in between.

Is it really worth it? If he really loved you— he would let you go— right?

“I’ll give you ev-verything. Anything you w-want.” Toby whispers, his hands on your waist crawling towards your chest—drawing secret messages that only you would know. His usual ice cold hands, were anything but cold. They were warm. His hands roamed your body, and spread throughout your body like a flame— he devoured everything in his path.

Your body reacted to him like a magnetic. His name fell off of your lips along with whispered promises and wonton moans. You were meant for him— maybe poisoning you isn’t so bad. Maybe—just maybe, it was meant to happen.

[sanjisprincesss]

Make me sweat make me hotter

Synopsis- How the jjk men eat you out.

Cw- nsfw->porn w/ no plot! Mdni- fem reader! Oral(f) cunnilingus, cum eating. Fingering.

Kiemos note- I was really horny when I wrote this. Also I’m still a rookie a writing smut so pls bear with me! constructive criticism, is appreciated🫶🏽.

Gojo Satoru

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. Gojo Satrou is a tease. This..man where do I even begin. We all know Gojo likes to talk, this includes when he’s in between your thighs. Smooth talking his way into your pussy. With your legs over his shoulders. Hands keeping your legs apart. This man would tease your clit, speeding up just to go back extremely slow. He would momentarily go down towards your cunt giving it a few kitten licks going back towards your clit. He would repeat this until you're begging him for how badly you want to feel his tongue. When he finally decides to give you what you want. He does NOT leave you unfulfilled. He as you scream his name while he does his magic. Sucking on your clit as you squirm at his rough tongue sucking and licking your clit. Before you know it you’re cumming on his tongue. He licks you clean before Bringing his head up to meet your fucked out expression.

Geto Suguru

Oh he’s evil wit it. First off, I think this man is a sucker for face-sitting. Something about you riding his face is just so hypnotizing to him. Unlike his best friend. He would instantly go to town when gets to eat you out. Not wasting a second. I get the feeling he’s soppy with it too like, expect the wetness mixed with his saliva to be all over his face. He pulls his hair up so it doesn’t get in the way. With all honesty Geto was ready as soon as you asked him to go down on you. Licking and sucking at your clit and your cunt. Back and forth leaving you a shaking and crying mess. Hands pressing your legs apart as much as possible. Not messing a drop of your arousal. Not letting not a drip waste. Yeah this man will leave you with your whole body shaking.

Nanami Kento

Another man who gets off on your pleasure. This man is most definitely nasty with it. You’d think otherwise but no Nanami is not classy when he’s eating you out. He has you sitting on his face. Legs spread. Hands on your thighs restraining you from squirming. Kissing your clit licking it. Swirling his tongue around your folds before flicking his tongue to your entrance. He whispers soft praise from time to time. Groaning into your cunt as you ride his face. He’s instantly pussy drunk as soon as his lips meet your folds. Sucking on your clit before he fingered your entrance. Curling his long fingers in and out of you while continuing to suck and lick at your clit. Sending you to your climax.

Fushiguro Toji

Oh I’m about to go off. And the number one sloppiest pussy eater goes too! Toji is a very messy eater. Hands down. I will die on that hill. He has you on your back. As he spreads your legs out as much as possible. Why do I also get the feeling he would get it from the back?! His head deep between your legs. First he starts off slow. Kissing your folds. Then going back up to kiss and suck at your inner thighs. After he decides to dive into your pussy. Sucking and licking at your clit. He has your back arching and toes curling at the feeling of his rough tongue lapping at your folds. As he turns his attention towards your entrance. Tongue fucks you into seeing stars. Salvia dripped down his chin and lips. While he turns his attention back to sucking your clit before using his fingers to reach your sweet spot. Sending you over the edge. He wasted no time licking up your arousal. Before coming back up to send you too into a heated kiss.

Kamo Choso

When I tell you he gets pussy drunk. Oh gets pussy drunk. As soon as he got his first taste he was addicted. He's absolutely obsessed with your pussy, you in general. He just can’t get enough of you. If anything, he’s asking you to eat you out. Choso would eat you out for hours. He would stop until you told him to. Laps at your cunt. Licking at your clit sucking at it. I have a feeling that he’s the type to actually get off on your moans and the taste of your folds alone. Like choso cum in his pants untouched. The likelihood of him getting off to the smell of your cunt. Licking up every drop, licking you clean.

[wallflowergirl2006]

Sonic.Exe x Chubby GF [Headcanons]

[For clarification the Sonic.Exe I’m going to be using is X from Sonic Legacy aka Friday Night Funkin: Rodent Rap] {So if you don’t like FNF you can politely leave and click not interested}

[Not Proofread]

~•Banner by Ad0rey on pintrest•~

★ Okay, so first off how did you manage to get this guy to not kill you let alone date you??

★ Despite the differences in body structures and personalities plus the fact he's an anthropomorphic hedgehog and you're a human is very surprising..

★ Also surprisingly he doesn’t really mind the difference between you and him, in fact he actually likes it. He’s always been interested in humans whether it be for horrific or non-horrific reasons.

★ Like in my previous post since he really ain’t that tall. When he’s trying to be intimidating it is not really that scary to you since you’ve gotten used to him and his presence. He’ll catch you off guard sometimes since he’s sonic [But not really] so of course he’s just as fast as him.

★ But he can say some disturbing ass shit that will frighten or startle you but if he feels like he’s gone too far he will apologize to you but don’t expect him to do that for anyone else. Since you're close to him only you get that privilege.

★ But also because of your closeness to him he will sometimes want you to inflate his ego. If you do participate in boosting his ego [That’s probably bigger than Jupiter /j] expect him to get very cocky and rant about his accomplishments but don’t worry he’ll give you a break if it gets “too awesome to handle.”

★ But if you don’t he’ll roll his eyes and say that you're missing out on a ton of great stories and achievements he’s done.

★ This guy is obsessed with you and your body. He is aware that humans have different personalities, body types and features. Though he’s never encountered a human that had the nerve to challenge him but was also acutely aware of their disadvantages. This intrigued him quite a bit.

★ Plus the way you carried yourself, the way your outfit made you look very attractive but very modest at the same time. The way your hair framed your soft features in such a delicate way. He knew he was hooked whether that was a good or bad thing he didn’t know and he also didn’t really care.

★ If you have any Sonic merch, be on high alert because he’s the number one Sonic fan. [He told me himself /j] He might borrow your Sonic stuff but don’t worry he gives it back to you in the condition it was found in.

★ Does anyone know the “I wonder what I taste like” meme. Yeah, that’s you and him. You would be asking the question obviously and X would have one of two thoughts in his head. The first one would be him biting your chubby tummy or thighs and the second one would just be a normal make out session.

★ Since you’re a bit thicker than a lot of his other victims I can see him using you a personal heater if he gets too cold. He also likes biting and leaving marks on you mostly on your thighs and your sides but if he feels threatened by another person he’ll bite the crook of your neck but if he bites you too hard or if you have skin issues he’ll find some other way to make others back off and let them know that you belong to him.

★ He also likes the feel of skin. It's so soft and squishy. The way your plush stomach looks as soft as a cloud, the way your cheeks puff up with food while you're eating, or the way your thighs expand when you sit down. If he sees you sit down he will legit go up to you and say this. “Damn your thighs be looking kinda grabable.” in a playful/teasing way.

★ If you ever feel insecure about yourself. He might not be the best to confide in because once again he’s known for torturing and killing humans not comforting them but he’ll try his best to help you. Whether it be by listening or physical touch. Maybe he’ll sing or hum some Sonic themes from some of the games he’s seen you play.

★ I feel like he goes into his normal sonic form to trick you. It definitely worked a few times in the past but since you’ve gotten to know him you can see past his tricks. Now it only kinda works if you’ve just woken up and haven’t fully gotten out of the sleepy/tired phase or if you're having an off day.

“Hun.. what are you doing?” You ask X while looking down at him. “What does it look like I’m doing?” He asked as his face deadpanned. A small snicker escapes your lips. “It looks like you're pinning my stomach?” You replied in a teasing tone. X frowns at you while his eyes narrow slightly. “You know.. your stomach do be looking kinda biteable.” X said as he smiled which showed off his sharp yellow teeth. “Okay, Okay.. I’m sorry.” You said in a hurried voice as he laughed.

★ All in All I still think this relationship is sweet in an opposite attract kind of way.

[smuttyaf]

Mr. Brightside

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞

wc: 3.7k

short lil one shot before the adventurous weeks ahead! so happy holidays & enjoy!!

As much as you try to take deep breaths and control your heart from beating through your chest, it was difficult because of the situation in front of you. Head nodding and agreeing to Nora’s story, you avoid the gaze from the man standing in the open kitchen. Small smile tugging on your lips before you’re letting the warm peppermint hot chocolate welcome itself on your tongue.

Eyes trail to the green orbs across the room, they roam amongst the brown knitted sweater that compliments the curls flowing down his neck. You could tell he was faintly listening to the conversation he was having with Niall, just as you were. Part of you wants to go across the section and rest your head on him like yesterday night, but instead you ease into Reid’s arm, tearing your eyes away and humming at the alcohol infuse treat.

“Bailey’s?” You question, lifting the penguin mug up. The beaming smile from Nora drops as she lets shock paint her expression.

“It’s very concerning how good you are at this,” She says in a worried tone. That makes you and Reid break out in laughter from the sudden change of her mood. You had many strange quirks, and one of them was being able to distinguish which alcohol was mixed in drinks; your friends would call you an alcoholic however, you would explain that you have very exquisite taste buds.

“You’re too good for this world,” You smile as she joins in laughing. The feeling of Reid’s fingertips curl around your shoulder, only making the burning gaze of Harry even more prominent. Digits beginning to drum an unfamiliar tune causes you to rise up on your feet, the taste of mint and savoury alcohol of the Bailey’s burns on your tongue. You were half way done and knew you want a second cup —at least that was the excuse you have to leave his side.

“Gonna grab some more,” You say, body turning to your boyfriend and the short blonde sitting with her legs tangled together on the floor.

“Me too babe,” Reid chides, the cute bear mug in his hands welcomes itself in your palm as you nod your head at him. “What was the point of me doing this if I knew she was coming!” Nora groans, only making a giggle elect from you, turning around you make your way into the kitchen where Niall was talking passionately about football.

The annual get together before Christmas was tonight, and this year activity was everyone bringing a different festive drink and having to guess what it was. The choice definitely a blind decision on Nora’s part who brought up the idea but you could careless, it was nice seeing all your friends and doing the infamous Secret Santa gift exchange. It was one of the many reasons why you enjoy this time of the year. Pulling out the milk and brown bottle from the fridge, you fill up the cups and place them in the microwave and then let your hands dig through the shelves of Nora’s cabinet, immediately taking the hot chocolate packs out and placing them on the counter, your hands now trail to find a spoon.

“Putting all my money on CJ, it’s the right choice,” Niall jokes, shoving his phone in Harry’s face displaying football stats.

“Trust me he doesn’t care,” You sarcastically sigh, pulling out the sliver ware with an unfazed look as the Irish brunette groans.

“Oh fuck off Y/N. Harry does care, don’t you?” His head turning between you both as Harry shrugs his shoulders. “You guys suck you know that.” Niall huffs, making you both join in small laughter. The sound of the microwave goes off as you pull out the two mugs filled with warm milk infused liquor.

“If you listen to me and you’ll earn big money Styles,” He brags, shoulders rising as he lefts his hands to his chest, stepping away when he hears the call of his name.

Your heart beat grows rapidly standing next to Harry. It has your ears burning and hairs standing being this close to him. His familiar scent tingles your nose and makes you want to cave in to drape your arms around him but instead you’re ripping open the white packages and pouring the contents into the mugs.

“Did you like your gift?” The english voice next to you ask. It causes your palms to grow with sweat.

“Which one?” You tease, the memories of him making you come effortlessly undone around him to the beautiful black slip gown he left on your bed this morning.

Eyes flick between the brown swirls in the mugs to Harry green ones. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, back leaning off the counter as you begin to stir the mixture. The familiar feeling of your stomach quivering with nerves and toes tingling in their cotton confines sends an electric shock of wanting to be press between him and your mattress.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” You say with a genuine smile, tapping the spoon on your penguin mug and moving it to the other.

If you were being honest, you weren’t expecting a gift from Harry but, when you opened your eyes and was welcome with the sight of the velvet decorative box you could have done cartwheels off the bed. It was weird that you found more happiness in the secretive relationship you have with Harry, then the one of 4 years with your boyfriend. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy with Reid, it was more like you were comfortable. You’ve been stuck in the same routine; him telling you about his work endeavours, the plain mediocre sex, the ignorance towards your feelings, and the possessive claim he has over you. It was tiring, especially since it’s been going on for much longer then you anticipated, though there was history with him, and his friends were also yours, if you broke up everything would change.

You always thought of that. Sure, in the beginning you were both petty and toxic; him breaking up with you because you stared too long at one your classmates or you breaking up with him because you felt smothered. Despite everything though, you always found your way back to each other and have grown since you both met in college, but unfortunately the excitement was gone. The infatuation that was once there died and was now set on your curly friend. The one who listens to everything you say, who lets you rant and express how you feel. He looks at you for who you are, and not what he wants you to be, he lets his touch be gentle on your skin while lips bruise the most vulnerable parts. He was the one on your mind, every time you woke up to when you laid to rest. He was the one who your heart was set on.

You didn’t realize that your thoughts made your movements halt, your fingers immediately tighten around the ingrained spoon to peel it out of the hot liquid and tap it against the ceramic.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry ask, his gaze watching you as he crosses his arms to fit on his chest.

“Whatever you’re thinking about.” You reply, eyes connecting with his once again. This time you let yourself get lost in his features like when it’s three in the morning and the moonlight shines over him.

All you want to do is reach over and let your fingers curl around the ends of his hair, pull him in and press your lips against his. They’re practically begging to go where they will be appreciated, the immediate thought of the way Harry taste makes you run your tongue along your bottom lip. It was irritating you having to pretend that you didn’t want him, that you don’t see him anything more than just a friend.

Warm hands meet the skirt hanging off your hips, lips brushing against your temple as the musky scent of Reid, now mix with Harry’s. Gaze breaking away from green ones and meet with brown, you smile lazily at the feathery hair man as he peers down at the two mugs. The feeling of Harry’s presence leaves making your heart launch itself towards him, craving to follow him but instead you listen to your brain that directs you to stay put.

He lets his hand take back up his mug, pressing his lips against the painted ears of the bear and sipping on the warm liquid. A hum leaving him as his grip now slips to your back and massages there. “Someone’s jealous.” You hush, following his movements and drinking back the hot chocolate.

“Can you blame me,” Reid mutters, his fingers sinking lower down your back and you immediately pull away before they reach their destination. You trail back towards the familiar sofa that Nora occupies with Kelly next to her; Niall was back to bothering Harry in the chairs next to the couch, the chatter of your other friends quakes from the next room. And of course, Harry was there watching you, sitting sluggishly thrown over his seat with foot on one arm and his elbow leaning on the other, head brought up by his hand.

“Should we start exchanging gifts?” You question the small group.

It took everything to not catch Harry’s gaze in the moment, keeping your eyes set on Nora’s short bob as she smiles cheerfully and stands to gather everyone to start Secret Santa. This was going to be long night.

After multiple vodka shots and three beers later, Reid was passed out on the white couch while you were packing the plates and mugs into the washing machine. Faint voices are heard between your three friends in the dining room. The clashing of dishes being dropped in the sink next to you makes your eyes turn and fall on his tattoo hand.

“Another year of Nora leaving her own party,” Harry chides, hand turning the facet to rinse the cutlery.

“She’s always been a bit of a light weight,” You shrug. It didn’t take much sips of five percent alcohol for her to be a giggly mess in the span of a few minutes. “I got these.” You say, reaching over and grabbing the silverware, your fingers glaze over Harry’s hands on the plate. Stepping in closer the warmth he radiates rushes over you and makes you lean your head against his bicep.

He lets you take the dish away, nails seeping into the soapy water before he’s resting them against the edge of the marble counter, he leans over the sink, gaze amongst the gingerbread scented hand soap before his head is turning to look at you.

“Why are you still with him.” Harry ask, voice lace with annoyance that your boyfriend is drunk and passed out behind you. It’s been the same question he’s been repeating since the affair started six months ago. The same question that always got the same answer.

“Not right now H,” You sigh, body turning and stacking the plate into the dish washer.

“I don’t think you understand how I feel when the only thing I see is him all over you.” He vents, fingers curving into the counter as you begin to start the machine.

“I do.” You admit.

The feelings that you have for Harry are genuine, they flood your mind throughout the day and makes your heart skip when you see his name cross your phone. From the very beginning, when both of you were drunk and him promising to drop you home safely after the club, he confessed his feelings about how he always wanted you; bringing up never understanding why you stay with someone so condescending who you knew you were too good for, he ranted to you about wanting to be the one to hold your hand, touch your skin, and make you truly happy. In the moment, all you could do was kiss him. His lips suck onto yours and lit a fire inside you, the burning sensation of excitement flowed through and ever since then it was a never ending feeling whenever you’re with him.

You understand the hurt he was feeling, you felt it when you wanted to be wrapped in his arms inside of Reid’s, but he was all you’ve known. He was familiar, the person you could count on for… superficial things, but does that even mean anything now? It isn’t college anymore. There isn’t anymore football games and frat parties, there are no more late night studies and petty arguments about why you’re following a certain person. This was reality. You graduated, had your own degree and working in your field. You had your own condo and take care of yourself, yet you only held onto him because he was… familiar.

“Meet me in the bathroom upstairs.” Harry says lowly, body tearing away from the counter and moving across the room.

Your teeth bite down on your bottom lip, hands going to dry themselves as you wait a couple minutes before retreating upstairs into the bathroom in the hall. Fingers touch the gold knob, turning it and stepping deeper, the smell of him rushes over you as he presses the door close with your back. Mouths link together and you immediately moan at the taste, his hands fall to your hips pulling you in as your fingers card through his hair.

Tongues merge together to taste the liquor left on your tastebuds, his tone chest brush against your erect nipples in your black long sleeve. You love the way he graces your skin so easily and how it makes your heart pick up in pace, how he lets his lips dance on you and leave teeth marks in their wake, you love every second of it. Harry can have his way with you in just the snap of a finger, his aura was so powerful it had you submitting without questions.

It wasn’t long till your hand was rushing between your moving bodies, palming him over in his trousers and feeling his heavy member beg to be played with against the zipper. You know you didn’t have much time till your friends would start to question your disappearances, so you broke the kiss, letting your mouth press wet kisses down his neck to tear away and sink to your knees. Fingers immediately revealing the erect member that stands in the air.

Hand wrapping around the base, your lips let the crown of his cock slip between them and suckle on the salty skin. You hum at the acquired taste, eyes looking up at him as you move down the shaft coating him with saliva while he drags down your throat. The sound of Harry sucking in a breath is heard above you, his fingers moving with your head while the other holds his sweater.

Clear fluid inches down the expanse of him that doesn’t fit in your mouth when you swallow him, your free hand tugs gently at the space as he begins to rock his hips into you. The wet sounds echo throughout the room as you never tear your eyes away from Harry. His bruise lips tuck between his teeth while he looks down on you hungrily, eyes hooded and wanting more.

Thick mascara lashes bat themselves up at him, cheeks hollowing and tongue going flat as you let him sink deeper into your mouth till he’s touching the back of your throat. Walls relaxing as he rocks out and back in, letting him ruin your voice and lie heavy in the tight space, it makes the wetness you feel between your legs quake with arousal.

Finger tips pull away from the underside of his cock, your nose brushing against his skin as you feel tears swell your waterline. Swallowing him down you couldn’t help but moan, eyes fluttering as he holds himself there, his brows coming together in resistance.

“Fuck.” Harry moans, the hand he has in your hair falls to your neck bringing you to his lips. Now you’re tastebuds where completely devour by him, from his manhood to the scotch that burns on his tongue, he consumes you.

Body overpowering you, your head tilts back while his tongue dances with yours. Fingers curl around his shaft, tugging gently electing a moan from Harry making the kiss break. All you desired for was to be his, without the sneaking around without the lies, you want to be wrapped up in his arms on the couch, and you want him to be the one to pull you away from a conversation so easily, you just want it to be him.

The hands he has on your hips gently turn you around, your head now lying against the wooden door, backside perked up in the air as Harry tugs down your skirt and panties, his head immediately brushing against your soaking core. Even though you want this so badly to be a drawn out session of you exploring each others body on every service of this small area, you both knew you were running out of time and someone was bound to search for their other friends.

Head sinking into your creamy walls, a please sigh releases from your ruin throat, eyes closing as your fingers dig into the soft craving of the door. Harry drags down your walls achingly slow, letting your walls expand and form around him so you remember just how he perfect fits. The thickness of him satisfies the throbbing that’s been craving attention since you’ve stepped foot in your friends house. The delicious feel of his hips press against your backside as he fills you up before drawing his hips back and sinking into you once more.

As the pace picks up and the thundering beat of your heart is pounding against your chest, quiet broken moans tremble through the air as you try to contain the tantalizing thrusts of Harry into you. The position you were in had him sinking in deeply, your stream of arousal was running down your folds and welcoming itself around your inner thighs. He felt so good that your head was nodding off into the door trying to catch your breath.

“So deep baby,” You whimper, eyes opening as one hand leaves the door and run along Harry’s tattoos.

“So perfect, always so perfect,” Harry breathes, his grip on you slipping to your waist and leaning you off the wooden panel. Your head tilts back into his chest, a long drawn out moan tearing through your throat as you feel his twin globes press tightly against your lips.

That makes him take his other hand and cover your mouth, his thrusts now becoming more rush and aggressive as your body bounces with his movements, eyes closing as he relishes every nerve. His breath was hot against your neck, lips press against the skin there as the sound of your clothed bodies accompanies the wetness between your legs.

“You’re mine,” He groans into your ear, heart nearly bursting into flames at the words you love to hear fill your conscience. Yes, you belong to him, he had you wholeheartedly. He was the only one you want, the one who sends warmth through every vein, yes you were all his.

Your teeth sink gently on Harry’s digit covering your mouth, finding it hard to contain the euphoric feeling bubbling in your abdomen to the silky deep voice behind you. It was troubling trying to contain the tension that was starting to take a toll on you. Muscles tensing and fingers curling into the skin of his hands, it begins to course through you, hips stuttering against his movements as you lose composure.

“Gonna send you home with your pussy filled up from me,” Harry mutters in your ear only making your knees knock together. The words causing you lose it, the knot in your stomach unravels. Body going limp as the feeling of sweat mattes against your forehead.

The hand covering your mouth trails to your throat, his thrust now sloppy as you trail yours into his curls. Breath coming out slow as you try to catch yourself, the grip he has tight on your hips releases slower and slower when diving into you. His heart beating aggressively pressed against your back as your body quivers at the currents of pleasure flowing through you.

Harry’s warm seed plants itself in your tight walls, his movements making him stutter as he empty’s himself into your pussy, the feeling of him slipping out of you as the substance he delivers flows out of your folds and down your clit. Whimper leaving your ruined throat as his mouth press small kisses against your burning skin, the pressure he has on you releasing itself as you turn in his hold, eager kisses being shared.

Fuck, you want nothing more then him to be back in you and having him making you fall apart over and over again, but you were on burrow time and the alarm was ringing telling you that it was finally time to part. So with sweaty palms and hazy nerves you manage to pull away from him and gather yourself. Fingers patting down your messy hair and tugging your skirt back over your hips, the mixture of you both meets the lace of your panties that only causes you to suck in a breath.

Curls stick to the nape of Harry’s neck, lips red and glistening as he tucks himself in and adjust his jumper, eyes falling to your loving ones as you lean in one more time to press a soft kiss against his lips before retrieving the door open. Footsteps shuffling into the hallway, he lets you take the lead and make your way back downstairs first, his hand gripping your ass cheekily as you begin to descend down the steps.

You know you couldn’t keep this lie up for much longer but Harry left his mark, and it was dripping down your legs as he sends you home completely spent.

[rockstarellies]

nsfw alphabet - sadie adler

pairing: sadie adler x slightly fem!reader

cw: sex talk ofc, mentions of knives and blood, just absolute smut tbh lol

i haven’t seen one of these written for sadie as far as i could tell so i had to do it myself for everyone’s fave cowgirl. this is purely just my own thoughts !!

x

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

Sadie is huuuuge on aftercare. She’s such a lover girl, she’d almost feel guilty for getting too carried away and leaving marks or bruises all over you. The second she sees you wincing, she’s there peppering kisses over the sore areas and running you a bath. She also loves praising you, telling how amazing you felt and how beautiful you are.

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

Sadie loves her hands, and she loves them even more because you love them. Girl is amazing with her hands, she knows exactly how to make you unravel, and even feeling her calloused fingers brush against you gently makes you feel weak.

As for you, she loves your hips and thighs. I feel like her favourite thing to do is grip onto them while you ride her face, sometimes the tiniest bit too hard. She loves your eyes too, especially when your pupils dilate in pleasure. She’s just obsessed with every single part of you and finds a new part to love every day.

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

Sadie is a munch, this is canon (in my head), so she loves how messy you get when you cum over and over on her tongue and fingers. It’s intoxicating, like the sweetest thing she’s ever tasted. She’s definitely made you squirt a couple of times and found it the sexiest thing ever, making sure to clean you with her tongue after so not a single drop is wasted.

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

She won’t ever admit it, but she loves when you return to camp after a mission, covered in gun oil, sweat and blood, something about it makes her absolutely feral, especially as you pride yourself on your appearance, seeing you in an absolute mess makes her want to make you look even messier underneath her.

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

She’s only been with Jake (as far as we know) and didnt think she’d ever meet anyone who made her feel this way again. Especially not another woman. She knew she always LIKED women but didn’t know how to go about it. So, you are her first wlw experience but you wouldn’t have thought it when fucking her for the first time, girl picked things up FAST, mostly because she was desperate to please you but she loved studying your body.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Idc what anyone says, Sadie is a huge scissoring fan. Sure, she loves strapping you if she’s feeling a bit tired and loves seeing you filled up, but the feeling of you underneath her as your wetness collides? God. Something about actually feeling your arousal against hers and seeing the way your hips move makes her go insane.

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

Sadie definitely sees sex as an emotional bond, and when you’re both really getting into it, she is very serious about pleasuring you. However, she will let out a soft chuckle when you’re begging her to fuck her, or when you try to dominate her (doesn’t happen often, Sadie is a top 99% of the time especially in later chapters).

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

I mean, is anyone groomed well down there in 1899? Especially in an outlaw gang where it can be a matter of life or death at any moment? Probably not. But she does try to keep everything as tidy as possible. As for you, she couldn’t care less what you do with your hair, as long as she can make you cum, she’s happy.

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

During your more intimate moments, she is focused on you, and only you. This woman adores you and wants you to be reminded of it any chance she gets. She loves telling you how beautiful you are as you unfold beneath her.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She isn’t huge on masturbation, getting you off is more than enough for her, however she loves watching you touch yourself while whispering the dirtiest things in your ear, and in those moments it’s almost impossible for her not to touch herself too.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She’s a huuuuge fan of fucking you in public, out of sight of everyone else but the risk that you could be caught is so sexy to her. She’ll pull you back round the saloon in Valentine and cover your mouth as she fingers you, watching as you unravel. “Gotta keep quiet for me honey, don’t want no one hearing those pretty noises except for me” she’ll mutter, grinning to herself as you whimper behind her hand. She also loves marking you up, often leaving a huge hickey on your neck, with other camp members asking you in the morning how you got such a huge bruise, smirking into her coffee as you find an excuse.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sometimes she wishes camp was a little more private, sure she’s happy enough having sex on your cots in your respective tents, but she’s a romantic at heart and will sometimes book a hotel room just so you can have a proper bed to share and not have to worry about noise (to some extent).

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

With you, it could be anything, the way your hips moved in your clothes, the way you bent down to get something, watching your deft fingers move on your gun, anything at all could make her have this sudden primal need to take you right there and then. And you know it too, sometimes you’ll deliberately show a little too much skin while she watches you doing chores around camp, or adjust your corset in front of her, watching her lose composure over you was all part of the fun.

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

She wouldn’t do anything that’ll cause you any long term pain or injury. To her, you’re the most perfect little thing and she wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. That’s not to say she isn’t opposed to being very rough with you in the heat of the moment, if you give her the go ahead to put her hand round your throat, she’ll do it no problem, but only with your full permission and consent.

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

Like I mentioned before, Sadie is an oral queen, she will become so pussydrunk within moments of going down on you. She doesn’t like to tease either, to her you’re the most delicious thing she’s ever had, and her favourite place to be is between your thighs, barely coming up for air while you’re gripping anything you can. She’s messy with it and knows just how to work you until you’re cumming over and over again. Girl could go multiple rounds just because she loves the taste of you so much.

When receiving, honestly she hasn’t felt anything so incredible in her life, at first she doesn’t like to ask you to go down on her (she’s stubborn we all know this), but over time she craves your sweet mouth especially after a rough day, and you’re more than happy to oblige.

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

It really depends on whether you have enough time. Those nights where you can fuck for hours at a time are a dream for both of you, she knows how to take care of you and time isn’t important when it comes to your pleasure. However, if you both know there won’t be much time on your hands for sex, she’s not opposed to quickly fucking you with her fingers in her tent.

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

Sadie is more than happy with a quickie, even when she knows you have somewhere to be, she’ll pull you behind some trees while you’re out and have her way with you because ‘you’re just too damn sexy to resist, darlin’, and it makes you fold everytime. She’s also a big fan of morning sex, loving the early hours where the camp is silent and she can have you all to herself.

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

Sadie loves a risk, she loves the idea of someone catching you both going at it in a bustling high street. While she loves keeping you all to herself, she wants everyone to know how fucking good you sound.

She’s also super happy with any sort of experimenting, anything you’re up for, she’ll try it at least once.

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

Sadie could go for hours if she could, until you’re absolutely fucked out and dizzy. We all know she has insane stamina and strength anyway, and would definitely use that to her advantage. She loves coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you, praising you as she does it.

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

I feel like Sadie wouldn’t be a huge vibrator fan, she wants to be the one to do all the work on you and know it was her who makes you shake underneath her. However, of course she owns a strap (I feel like she would’ve made it herself lol) and will use it on you when she’s feeling lazy or you ask specifically, she almost wishes the strap was part of her so she could REALLY feel you with it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh she’s a big lover of edging, she loves hearing the sweet sounds of you begging her to touch you. If she’s feeling really mean, she’ll do this all day to the point you’re on the verge of tears from desperation. It’s also a way of her punishing you if you tease her too much as well throughout the day.

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

Sadie isn’t the loudest herself, usually just grunting or panting as she fucks you, but she makes very guttural moans when she’s about to cum. She will almost moan into your pussy as she’s eating you out, as if she could cum from that alone. When it comes to you, she encourages noise, she loves to hear how incredible she’s making you feel, she wants to hear all of it.

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

Okay I know I said she wouldn’t want to do anything that causes you injury BUT, my headcanon for Sadie is that she has a huge knife kink.

She’s incredible skilled and careful with it but god, seeing your pupils dilate with a mixture of arousal and terror while she holds her knife against your throat as she warns you not to make a sound while she fucks you, running the blunter side of the knife down your body and seeing you gasp from the coldness, it drives her insane.

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

Pretty damn high since meeting you, she pined after you for a long time and when she finally got you all to herself, she was making the most of it. She’ll be playfully teasing you and flirting with you most of the time, knowing her voice and sweet words make you fold. You’re the sexiest woman alive, even thinking about you for a moment or having sex flashbacks make her yearn for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sadie always makes sure you’re comfortable after sex and that you fall asleep first no matter what, no matter how tired she is. Once she knows you’re asleep, only then will she be happy to drift off herself.

[mclarengf]

veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo

fucking carlos sainz in a club bathroom

[1.8k] - ¡18+ mdni!

note: first ever smut, hope this goes well…

taglist: @foreveralbon @aviscarrentals @disneyprincemuke @hangmandruigandmav @whoreforbrownies @lightdragonrayne

¡¡read part one here first!!

turning back to you, the stranger smiles, and leans in to ask, “do you want to have some proper fun?”

you jerk your head back, searching his face for any sign he’s joking. there’s none.

slowly, your lips curl into a smile and you nod, slipping your hand back into his. he raises an eyebrow in intrigue and starts moving toward the back of the club, near where he’d been stood before. 

he parts the crowd with one arm, not letting go of you with the other, even if it would make it much easier to clear the way.  

he stops in front of the bathrooms. 

“you want this, hermosa?” 

you nod again, and he goes to push one of the doors open. then you pull his hand back quickly, having thought of a complication. 

“what’s wrong?” he stares down at you, puzzled by your sudden change in manner.

you frown back at him for a second, trying to word your query correctly.

“what’s your name?” you finally ask.

he doesn’t blink.

then, he smiles, and starts laughing. 

“ay, i was too distracted by your beauty, i forgot to ask what your name is!” 

he’s got a nice laugh, and you’re still a little bit drunk, so you start laughing too. 

“my name is carlos,” he finally tells you. 

“carlos,” you repeat, rolling it around in your mouth, copying how he had said it; lingering on the ‘r’ and with a quiet ’s’. when you’re happy with your pronounciation of his name, you tell him yours. 

he does the same, practising your accent after you. you’re definitely staring as he does so, watching as his lips form the vowels in your name, then drifting upwards to the small wrinkle between his brows as he tries to replicate your speech pattern.  

“come on!” your words drag you out of your thoughts before your brain can, and you lead carlos through the bathroom door. 

it’s not a bad bathroom, for a club this busy. it looks clean enough, there are no obvious stains on any of the tiling… you’re not here to admire the restroom though, unfortunately for the janitor.

carlos is looking at you with those hungry eyes, and he locks the door as he settles back against it. you don’t bother waiting for him to make the first move this time, rushing towards him, pressing your mouth onto his. 

now, in the security of a locked room, carlos is less cautious about his movements. still paying full attention to you as you make out, he reaches around you to feel for your zip. you can feel him smile as he finds it and he undoes it easily, sucking and nipping at your lips the whole time.

he moves his mouth lower, and turns his attention to sucking a hickey onto your skin, licking and biting at the area where your neck meets your shoulder.

you back off from him and drop your hands from the back of his head as you step out of the dress, but he tastes so good and he’s turning you on so much; you don’t want to break your kiss to breathe. somehow, in your haze, carlos had managed to swap places with you, his arm now caging you against the door, which is cold against your back.

it’s him who lifts his head first, licking his swollen bottom lip as he stares at your body. 

“eres guapísima,” he trails a finger across your navel, leaving goosebumps in its wake, “you are beautiful.”

you want to roll your eyes, or blush, or hide at the compliment, but something about the way he says it tells you that he means it, that it isn’t just some line he says to all the girls he meets in dark clubs.

you reach for his shirt as he pulls you back in again; your hands go for his buttons as his go behind you, to unhook your bra. 

both tasks are equally difficult, and after realising this, you mutually decide to swap jobs. carlos forgoes the formality of buttons and pulls his shirt up over his head as you let your bra fall to the floor.

he drops to his knees, seemingly with no regard for his poor kneecaps, and pulls at your panties. he taps at your leg for you to step out of them, and nuzzles his nose up your thigh, provoking a shaky sigh from you. 

somehow still observant in your state of absolute euphoria, you see him stuff your underwear into the back pocket of the trousers he’s still wearing.

he takes your leg and hoists it onto his shoulder. then he grins up at you, giving you no warning before he buries his face in between your thighs. 

“fuck, carlos-“ your supporting leg shakes as he mouths at your clit, two fingers pushing into you already.

your hands pull at his hair as he starts scissoring and curling them inside you, hitting that spot every time.

he’s so good at this, you barely have enough awareness to think, and god, his mouth-

you can feel a growing tension in you, so you pull off him before you can come. carlos stares at you again, dazed. you can’t judge though, god knows you’re out of it too.

“wanna- mm, wanna come on your cock, carlos. want your cock,” you whine out, pulling at him to get up.

he pushes himself up and you’re instantly undoing his belt and his fly, pulling his boxer briefs and pants down in one movement.

he’s already hard from eating you out, you notice. he doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he strokes himself, and you don’t plan on breaking the eye contact either. 

you watch as he twists his hand at the top, then throws his head back, eyes shut and mouth open in a state of bliss. 

“fuck, carlos, i need you!”

that finally causes him to spring into action, holding onto the leg that was on his shoulder and tapping you on the bum as he says, “vamos; jump.”

you do as he says and he catches you easily. he walks you both over to the sink and sets you down on it. the porcelain is cold, but you don’t care.

he stops one more time, as he’s lining himself up with your entrance, doe eyes staring down at you, giving you one more chance to back out.

fuck, you can feel his tip against your cunt; he’s so close. your legs are still hooked around carlos, so you simply pull your feet towards you, causing him to stumble your way too. he bottoms out in one motion, and you feel so full.

“give me a second,” you breathe, dropping your head onto his shoulder.

he obliges, and lets out a breath you didn’t know he was holding. you can feel his exhale from where your skin touches, and from deep inside you. you clench a few times around him experimentally, and it’s his turn to falter.  

“mierde.”

taking your actions as a green light to move, carlos pulls out almost entirely, before sinking back into you. 

“you’re so big,” you moan out when he’s fully in you again. 

he breathes out a laugh at that, before being cut off as he rocks his hips against yours. you’re overwhelmed by the feeling, his cock is hitting all the right places in you, and he’s everywhere.

he’s fucking you so hard, so filthily, in the bathroom of a club you’d met him at maybe only an hour ago. your eyes roll back as he keeps thrusting into you.

“carlos, please, please, i’m so close, i’m-“

his hand reaches up and starts rubbing circles into your clit. 

“come for me, amore.”

you let the tension snap, and feel your breath hitch as you come. 

carlos fucks you through your orgasm, slowly, and stills when he sees you blinking back the stars in your eyes. how the fuck he didn’t come when you were squeezing his cock, milking him for all he’s worth, you have no idea.

you smile at him tiredly, grinding your hips onto his cock as you try to make him come too. he starts fucking you again, chasing his own orgasm now, reckless and hungry.

you can feel when he’s close; his thrusts are getting slower and deeper, and he’s breathing harder. you’re trying your hardest to meet him with each movement, to take more and more of him.

you start babbling at him; you need him to come.

“want you to come, please, want you to come in me, carlos.”

that sends him over the edge.

he throws his head back as his hips buck forward, impossibly deeper. you can feel his hot come gush inside you. 

the next few minutes is filled with heavy breaths from the both of you, trying to recover from probably the best bathroom hookup of your life. carlos pulls his pants up first, then helps you to the floor. he brings your clothes over from where they lay in a heap by the door. he kneels again and holds your dress out for you to step into, then pulls it up, and gestures for you to turn so he can zip it up too.

you giggle at him. 

“we should do that again.”

“here,” he passes you his phone, open already on a new number slot. you type in your details and hand it back to him.

you turn back to the mirror and attempt to pat your hair down a bit, attempting to hide your messy hair at least a little bit, but carlos wears his with pride; his chest even puffs out a bit when you point it out, “i don’t see a problem with that, guapísima.”

he grabs your hand to fit in his and you pull him down for a slow kiss, lazy and open-mouthed.

“vamos, hermosa.” carlos unlocks the door and pulls it open for you to step out first.

“yeah, carlos; let’s go, mate!”

you both look to your left to see the booth of carlos’ friends cheering at you. 

“shut up, lando,” carlos flips them off, though he’s grinning too, “pinche pendejo.”

as you walk away from them, carlos makes a show of squeezing your arse, where his mates can see. 

your own friends, only a couple booths in front of carlos’, are staring slackjawed at you and the ridiculously hot guy you just came out of the bathroom with, who is now holding onto your butt. 

you flash a smile at them, mouthing, “i’ll tell you later!”

“now,” carlos glances down at you, and then to your intertwined hands, “can i buy you a drink?”

[starogeorgina]

𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

Paring: Jacaerys Velaryon x Targ oc

Warnings: Violence, dragons fighting, blood, swearing, character death, dragon death

1.17

A pit in your stomach forms as you feel bile slowly creep up the inside of your throat, burning it and leaving a horrid taste behind. It was taking everything in you not to cry. While a frantic meeting was taking place in the small council chamber, you couldn’t pull your eyes off of Jacaerys. He looks so lost. He was sitting at the far end of the table himself, holding on tightly to your daughter's toy.

He was afraid of losing her.

One of the Queen's kingsguards had come with the news that Sunfyre had broken free out of the dragonpit. The bond between dragon and rider was strong, and Sunfyre would most definitely be reunited with his rider on Dragonstone by now. Without taring your eyes away from your broken-looking husband, you blurt out, “I have a suggestion.”

All eyes turn to you, including your mother's fearful ones. You swallow thickly, and Daemon nods for you to continue. "Go on.”

“It doesn’t matter how many knights you send to Dragonstone; Sunfyre will burn them all before they ever step foot on land. The only way to win this battle is to send the dragons to war—“

“No.”

“Your grace—”

“I said no.” Your mother's voice is sharp. “When dragons fly to war, everything burns. I have already lost three children; I will not lose anymore.”

You want to argue for her to hear you out, but not wanting to disrespect your mother, you bite your tongue. If this were a private conversation, you’d happily argue your point, but not in front of a council full of men. You hold her gaze from across the table, silently letting her know you weren’t backing down.

The corner of her lips pulls into a smile. “Clear the room.”

When the council members start to leave, you lower your head slightly and your sight fixates on the shadow of the Seven-Pointed Star, which is the most prominent symbol of the faith the Hightowers replaced the Targaryen symbols with. Once the dust has settled, you'll need to speak to someone about having it destroyed and replaced with a three-headed dragon. The seven-pointed star no longer resembled the faith; it was a mockery of how blinded King Viserys was that he allowed his castle to be turned into theirs.

Hearing someone clicking their fingers, you look up again and see Daemon taking the jug of wine from the cupbearer before he leaves the room. Silently, he pours a cup for your mother, Baela, and Rhaena, but not himself, you, or Jacaerys. He notices you staring and chuckles. “I reckon we will need a clear head for whatever you have planned.”

“Aegon wants us to know he’s at Dragonstone, hoping one of us will attack. I say we do just that. If—”

Leaning back with a huff, Daemon says, “You want to give the enemy what he wants? That’s your great plan?”

The tone of his voice irks you; he had no faith in the plan you had yet to fully explain. “Yes, set a trap of our own.”

Your husband finally speaks, and even with rage building inside him, Jace’s eyes soften when he looks at you. “We mustn’t forget that Sunfyre is one of the dragons that killed Meleys.”

“I haven’t forgotten what they did to Meleys or our grandmother,” you swallow hard. “Which is why I can’t do it alone. I will fly to Dragonstone and taunt Aegon into chasing me on Sunfyre while the second rider is high enough that he won’t see them coming. It will take two of us to end this and prevent further bloodshed.”

The room falls silent, and nobody speaks for a beat. Jacaerys clears his throat. “Vermax is smaller and quicker than Viserion; I will go and lure Aegon out. Besides, it's me he sent the raven to; Aegon might suspect a trap if a different dragon goes.”

“I will join you in the sky, princess,” Baela says. “Our three dragons may be smaller than Sunfyre, but with three against one, the odds are in our favor.”

“Both Syrax and Caraxes are bigger than—”

“Mother no! You cannot go.”

“What would you have me do, Lyarra? Hide in my castle while my children go into battle? Do not ask me to cower here while you risk your life.”

“Your grace, at least one dragon rider should remain in the keep. If you all go, it might give any green supports that are hiding in the shadows a chance to attack,” Rhaena says before looking at Daemon. “You should go as well, father; Caraxes is the only dragon with real experience in battle. And the greens may have ships with ballistas among them, as they did here in King's Landing.”

He smiles proudly, then nods. “We should prepare ourselves for battle then. It’s important we fly while it’s still daylight.”

—

Jacaerys watches as one of your handmaidens makes sure your braids are tight enough that none of your hair falls into your face. Unlike your husband and stepfather, neither you nor Baela had armour, and with very little time to prepare, it was a scramble to find the two breastplates, which were much heavier than you anticipated. The weight pressing down on your shoulders was borderline painful.

In the reflection of your vanity, you notice Jace bouncing his knee quickly and that his neck is becoming red. “Are you okay, my prince?”

He lets out a small sigh. “I need a moment alone to speak with the princess.”

The sight of his glossy eyes made you want to hold him and promise everything would be okay, but you couldn’t. When the room is empty, he comes over to you and cups the side of your face. “If things don’t go the way we want, a sacrifice may need to be made. The thought of you flying beside me in battle terrifies me, but the thought of our children growing up without you is unbearable. I’m only saying this because I need you to know how much I love you, Lyarra.”

“I’ll never leave you, Jace. Not on the ground, and not in the sky.”

His voice cracks: “It’s my fault Luke died, and I won’t allow you to die like him.”

“Dying won’t bring him back,” you say, pushing at his chest slightly. “The absence of you in my life would kill me. Iksā se jorrāelagon hen ñuha ābrar.”

Jacaerys pulls you into his embrace and mumbles how much he loves you multiple times. Looking up, you press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I just need to do something first, then I’ll meet you in the courtyard.”

—

“Rhaena.”

“Lyarra,” she says, placing a purple dragon egg into the small black brazier. “I’m just waiting on Baela.”

“I know; I was just wondering if I may have a word in private.”

She looks concerned at you and sits on one of her chairs, motioning for you to join her. “What is it you want to discuss? I can only imagine how urgent it must be.”

“I definitely don’t have time management skills,” you say lightheartedly. “I’ve come to you because you’re one of the most kindhearted people I know. If the worst happens and me and Jacaerys don’t return, can you make sure my children don’t forget how much we love them, and Aemma never forgets that Jace thought of her as his own. She needs to remember that.”

“Of course,” she says, squeezing your hand. “But I believe the gods will be merciful, and all four of you will return.”

“There’s one more thing I need to ask of you, regarding Princess Jaehaera and Prince Maelor.”

“Oh?”

“Never let them forget how truly special Helaena was. She was so innocent and kindhearted.”

Just like Rhaena.

“I will make sure they remember.”

—

Teary-eyed, your mother hugs each of you goodbye in the dragonpit. It hurt to see the fear in her eyes. She had already lost so much for a throne and war she never asked for.

Your younger brother runs towards Jacaerys, who is preparing to mount his dragon. “I want to fight with you; I can help you protect our mother.”

You feel emotional watching Jace pick Joffrey up to hug him; he kisses the side of your younger boy's head and says, “You need to stay here and help keep mother safe on the ground, along with protecting lAegon and Viserys and the remaining dragons.”

Joffrey was so young and sweet, yet all he wanted to do was protect his family. “Oh gods,” your mother says, wrapping her arm around you. “Be safe, my girl.”

“I will return soon, my queen, and when I do, more justice will be served. I love you, mother.”

—

It seems the gods were meddling in the war between kin; no man or woman is as accursed as the kinslayer, and the gods were doing everything to delay the inevitable. Even though it was still daytime, the sun was hidden behind thick, dark clouds, and the heavy rain and hail that fell from them were obscuring your vision. You could hear the flapping of wings and dragon roars all around you, but you’d lost sight of everyone else.

Frightened by a strike of lightning being so close, Viserion roars loudly, “umbagon gīda, Viserion.”

Suddenly, you break through the clouds. The rain was still pelting against your skin, but you could see clearly now. In the distance, Caraxes was burning ships, and Moondancer was flying over to join the blood Wyrm, but Jace and Vermax were out of sight.

“Dracarys Sunfyre!”

You’re blinded by a blast of Sunfyre’s golden flames and begin to spin in the air when the two dragons latch onto each other. Viserion manages to rake the dragon’s side and wriggle out of its grip.

Hearing a dragon squealing in pain, you look towards the ships again and see a pale green figure plummeting towards the sea.

“Baela!”

Aegon takes advantage of your being distracted and blasts you and Viserion in flames again. Thick smoke catches in your throat. Over the sound of your dragon crying in pain and the wind whistling, you hear Aegon chuckling to himself. He yells, “Once I’m done killing your pup, I’m coming back for you!”

When the smoke clears, you’re horrified to see Sunfyre’s claws digging into Vermax’s stomach. Jace was ordering his dragon to attack, but it’s not until they begin twirling that you notice the tip of Vermax’s tail is gone and bleeding heavily. Viserion bites the golden dragon's stomach long enough for it to let go of Vermax. The three dragons snap and claw at each other.

Jace screams as loud as he can, “Jikagon syt se tīkuni!”

For a split second, you locked eyes with Aegon; he was confused. Thankfully, his high Valyrian skills were lacking, so it gave you and Jacaerys the ability to surprise him with your next move. Both of you momentarily retreat, both ordering your dragons in unison to attack in your other tongue. Vermax's jaws close around Sunfyre’s left wing, and Viserion punctures Sunfyre’s right wing with his claws.

“Dracarys!”

You're blasted in flames for a third time, except now that you are closer, it hits you and Viserion harder. The smell of burning flesh reaches your nostrils before the burning sensation starts in your hand, causing you to scream in agony. If this didn’t end soon, your precious Viserion would die, and the both of you would go down, dragging Sunfyre and Aegon with you.

“Jacaerys go!”

He shouts something back high Valyrian but you can’t make it out. Out of the corner of your eye, you see something moving quickly before it disappears. Seconds later, another dragon crashes into Sunfyre, forcing Vermax to let go. Viserion squeals again and starts to lean to the side. You pull your harness strap even tighter.

Syrax clutches Sunfyre’s neck between her jaws, and as the golden dragon takes its last breaths, you see Aegon pulling the Valyrian steel dagger that once belonged to your grandsire from his belt, his murderous gaze in the direction of your mother.

“Dracarys!”

Tears roll down your cheeks hearing Aegon scream. You never wanted this. If only he had fled to Sunfyre instead of

Syrax lets go, and both the dragon and rider crash into the waves below.

Everything is a blur of fire and blood before Viserion crashes onto the shore below.

—

Viserion lets out a low grumble when you kneel on the damp sand and stick your arm into the water, attempting to clean the burn on your right hand. He could sense your physical pain and emotional distress. Caraxes was the only other dragon you had seen since the dragons stopped fighting. He was headed in the direction of Kings- Landing, but you had yet to see Vermax, Syrax, or Moondancer.

You press your free hand to your forehead and feel a liquid warmer than it should be. Blood. You must have hit your head when you fell, unstrapping yourself. The bleeding would explain the pounding in your head. The dampness of your dress makes it feel much heavier, so you sit back on your heels. Nightfall was coming quickly, and the small folk who witnessed the fight would soon gather on the beaches to see what remained.

Viserion suddenly snarls.

The pale pink flesh of Sunfyre’s wing stuck between your dragon's claws. You had tried to remove it, but Viserion was too tender and snapped whenever you touched it. “I’m sorry; I should never have put you in harm's way.”

Viserion leans forward and allows you to rub his nose.

—

Holding out your arms, tears of happiness fall from your eyes as the midwife places your newborn babe into your arms. She was tiny and perfect. One of the handmaidens comes over with a cloth, but you shake your head and smile, “I’ll do it.”

Taking the lukewarm cloth, you clean your daughter's face and body, making sure to dip the cloth into the bowl of water Clara holds for you so the fabric doesn’t become dry and rough.

“She is a beautiful princess.”

“That she is. Can you send for prince Jacaerys?”

“Right away, princess.”

Jacaerys had waited in the room with you, but with Aemma fussing and screaming because she couldn’t understand why she wasn't allowed in, you told Jace to go and comfort her. The babe scrunches her face up, and you unlace the top of your nightgown with one hand and pull it down. You place the babe against your bare chest, and she finds your breast and starts feeding.

When the door opens, you’re greeted by Jace, who looks completely mesmerized, and Aemma, who is holding his hand and trying to stand high enough to see over the bed. He picks her up and asks, "are we going to meet your new sibling?”

She nods excitedly.

“It’s a girl.”

“A girl,” he repeats, tears brimming in his eyes. “Let’s go meet your little sister, Aemma.” When they reach the bed, he kisses the side of her head and then places her on the bed. “Remember to be gentle with your mummy and the babe.”

Since you were in the middle of the bed, Aemma cuddled up on one side of you, and Jacaerys came around and sat on the opposite side. He cups your cheek and says, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Do you want to hold her once she’s finished feeding?”

Jace looks confused that you even asked, but he knew it wasn’t personal. He knew a few good years of a healthy marriage couldn’t undo all the trauma and neglect you’d suffered at the hands of Aegon; it would just take time. “Of course, especially since mother and Luke will be desperate for a cuddle.”

“Kepa, what’s the baby’s name?”

Jace smiles softly. “We decided to wait until we knew if it was a boy or girl before picking.”

“I thought of one, Rhaenys. Our grandmother has lost so much and has always been so strong… but if you don’t like it—”

“I love it,” Jace puts his arm around your shoulder, and the warmth you feel radiating from him feels as if it’s healing whatever the greens broke inside you. “My little Reni is another daughter to dote on. She’s perfect; all three of you are.”

“Princess? Princess! Prince Jacaerys, I’ve found her!”

When your tired eyes flutter open and you see a figure coming towards you, it takes a few seconds for your eyesight to come into focus, and you can recognise the person as Ser Erryk. The feeling of warmth you felt while dreaming was Viserion wrapping his wing around you, shielding you from the wind and rain as you leaned against his body. Your stubborn dragon had refused to fly back to the dragonpit, so you remained by his side.

Viserion roars when the knight approaches and prevents him from getting any closer. You rub at your dragon's side gently and hum, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“Lyarra! Lyarra!”

Being so familiar with Jace Viserion that he only lets out a low grumble when he approaches slowly, he knew not to startle a wounded dragon. You get to your feet and sway slightly. “Jace, my love, you're safe.”

“I thought I’d lost you. Ser Erryk, inform the queen princess Lyarra has been found. I’m taking her to a carriage; she needs to see a maester right away.”

—

When you feel something brushing across your forehead, you automatically raise your hand and snatch it. When your eyes open, you immediately let go. “Forgive me, Elinda. I…” You take in your surroundings; in the confusion of waking up, you’d forgotten you’d returned to the red keep the night before. “I was unsure of where I was.”

She gives you a sympathetic look and speaks in a hushed voice, “It’s okay, princess; you’ve been through a lot. I was attempting to wipe the dried blood off your head without waking you.”

“Where is my mother?”

“Her grace is watching over the young prince’s in the queen's quarters. Would you like me to tell her you’re awake?”

“Yes, thank you.”

With Elinda no longer standing in front of you, you see Jace sleeping in one of the chairs facing the bed. His face was covered in cuts and bruises, but he didn’t appear to have any serious injuries. Swinging your legs out of bed, you put pressure on your burned hand and whine, waking him.

“Lyarra.” Jace rushes over to you and presses his lips against yours. “I’m so sorry I could pro—”

“Don’t, I don’t want to hear it; you are the reason I’m still here,” you say softly. “We are all alive, and that’s all that matters. How is Baela?”

“Heartbroken, the dragon keepers on Dragonstone don’t think Moondancer will recover from her injuries. I’m just thankful Baela was able to jump into the water before hitting the ground.”

A crossbow pierced Moondancer’s wing, causing the dragon and rider to fall from the sky. The men on the ships started firing at Baela when she tried to swim ashore, but Daemon burned them all. “And you? Your eye has swollen since last night.”

“It doesn’t hurt, and I’m more concerned about you.” He looks down at your hand, which is now wrapped in white bandages. “Sunfyre came out of nowhere, and Vermax flew down low to escape him after his tail was bitten. When we came back up, the first thing I saw was you being burned.”

“Tis only my hand; besides, I needed a war wound. I could not simply be outdone by my husband having a battle scar, and I don’t.”

Jace laughs and kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose.

“I can’t believe I told mother to stay thinking I was protecting her, and in the end, it was her that saved us. Any word on how Viserion is?”

“With the help of Daemon, the dragon keeper eventually managed to remove the wings from his claws, but they needed to remove one of the nails so Viserion will need plenty of time to rest.”

“And Vermax?”

A smile tugs on his lips. “Even more ill-tempered, but they assure me he’ll heal.”

“I’m glad. We ought to send a raven to Cregan expressing our gratitude and letting him know we will be coming for our children.”

“I’ve already sent a raven letting him know the war is over, so the Northerners no longer need to march south, and I’ve said Clara is to return with our children. The maester said you can’t travel with stitches on your head.”

Resting your forehead against his chest, you mumble, and tears of happiness start to roll down your cheeks, knowing your family would be together again soon. “I know we’ve just been through a lot, but I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything, my love.”

“Sentence Larys Strong to death.”

—

“You stand accused of murder. You stand accused of treason. How do you answer these charges?”

Standing in the middle of the dragonpit, Larys looks unfazed; he simply shrugs. Perhaps he no longer cares since he knows his fate is doomed. A tiny part of you was fearful his death would set something he had prearranged in motion. But he needed to answer for his crimes.

Jace tightens his grip on the hilt of his sword. “In the name of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, first of her name, queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, I hereby sentence you to death on the charges of being a traitor to House Targaryen and for the murder of Lord Lyonel Strong and Ser Harwin Strong.”

Vermax walks out of the shadows of the dragon pit and looms over Larys.

“Dracarys.”

You glance at your mother and see the grief on her face. This wouldn’t bring Harwin back, but you hoped the truth being known would help her, Jacaerys, and Joffrey have closure one day. There had been rumors for years that the clubfoot was involved in the deaths of his own father and brother, but it wasn’t until you sentenced Otto to death and saw the look in his Larys eyes that you knew it was true.

—

A small feast was held in honor of the rightful heir finally sitting on the throne with the council members who supported your mother's claim in attendance, but as the hall started to thin out, you wanted to go to bed, but you didn’t want to ruin Jacaerys night; even if you left alone, he would follow you. Glancing in his direction, you smiled. Jace was speaking with your grandsire while holding Joffrey, who had fallen asleep.

Daemon sits down, fills half a cup of wine, and pushes it in front of you. “Bloodshed is not an easy thing to digest. You can speak freely with me.”

“I’m glad they died together.”

“You and the queen took two enemies out at once.”

“They say when we die, our dragons mourn us, but they can bond with another rider. That wouldn’t have happened with Sunfyre.” You take two large gulps of wine, finish the cup, and wipe the residue off with the back of your hand. “Sailors would sing songs about a dragon with golden scales that glisten in the sunlight that would haunt the shores of Dragonstone; they would claim to still hear its cries while it searched for its rider.”

“The dragons have no control over what side they are on, but the usurper was a cunt long before he stole your mother's throne.”

“I know what he is—was, but hearing songs being sung about his death by drunken fools doesn’t feel right. It’s exactly what they did when Lucerys died.”

He strokes your cheek, “and one day they will move on and find another death to sing about.”

Daemon kisses the back of your head before going to join your mother, who is waving him over. It was the first time in a long time that she seemed genuinely happy.

“Not a fan of the wine princess?”

“No, it’s revolting.” Wine was something you never drank unless it was watered down. You smile when Jace sits down beside you; it was only you and him now sitting at the Queen’s high table. “Where has Joffrey gone?”

“Elinda has taken the little prince to his chambers.” He glances around the room and quietly says, “It almost feels surreal, doesn’t it? Everything that has happened.”

You rub small circles on the back of Jacaerys hand with your thumb. “What do we do now, my prince?”

“We wait for our children to come home.”

Iksa se jorrâelagon hen nuha abrar — you are the love of my life

Umbagon gida — stay calm

Jikagon st se tikuni — go for the wings

[munsonsmixtapes]

Eddie Headcanons

* He can sew. That bitch is always making something and loves to make himself (and you, of course) little costumes based on whatever is hyper fixating on at the moment

* He makes loving you his whole personally. He’ll talk about you to whoever will listen, bragging about your accomplishments or even just sharing a little story about something funny you said.

* He loves to draw, making little doodles on any scrap of paper her can find, whether it’s the margin in a book or a napkin from a restaurant where the two of are having dinner. And he’ll always signing it with his sloppy yet adorable signature before giving it to you and you’ll inevitably put it in your scrapbook where you keep all of his masterpieces to look back on.

* I feel like he’s the type of person who’s always cold. It’ll be seventy-five degrees outside and this man will be wearing a hoodie and jeans, shivering.

* He loves any activity he can do with his hands. It doesn’t matter what it is, but it’s one of the few ways he can stimulate his brain.

* In modern day, he’d definitely be against social media but only have accounts so he can comment on your posts because he’s that down bad.

* He likes to pretend he’s not a gossip, but he totally would totally act like he’s not invested in your phone conversation with your friends while he works on one of his campaigns.

* Definitely has food sensory issues and has to have his food separated or he will flip his shit.

* Also definitely has a specific plate, cup, and coffee mug that he likes to use and refuses to use anything else. Yes, he will notice if you try to switch it up on him.

* He loves to annotate books, especially yours, and leaves you cute little notes in the margins.

* He also somehow always naturally smells good and you can never figure out where exactly the scent comes from.

* As much as I would like the believe he can, this man absolutely cannot cook. Everything he makes burns to a crisp somehow. Mans can’t even make ice.

* Always has to follow his daily routine and if it gets screwed up even a little bit, it throws him off and he’ll have to start it all over.

* Loves to drive really fast and only goes the speed limit when you’re in the vehicle since you’re precious cargo and all.

* He seems like the kind of guy who’d act like he doesn’t like musical theater but then you’d get into his car where he forgot to switch the tape. (In private he’s very much like Winston in New Girl where he’s singing along to the Wicked soundtrack if y’all get that reference)

* Also, he definitely has a Fleetwood Mac tape hidden in his glove compartment.

* He’s got a box full of fidget toys that he made himself that he can fiddle with as a stimulant. He’s even given them out to members of the Hellfire Club.

* Loves to go to random places he’s found on the internet, like bars or even a bookstore. Somewhere he can explore that’s far enough away from home so he can finally get a moment of peace.

* Hates making phone calls, even if he’s calling someone he already knows. The whole thing makes him anxious and he’s dying to hang up every second the phone rings, but as soon as the other person picks up, he’s fine.

* He has a very particular taste in movies and every time Steve gets a new movie in at Family Video and wonders “Who the hell is gonna watch this?” Eddie would. The answer is always Eddie.

If y’all would like my NSFW headcanons, please let me know!

[sloppysequinz]

Shared secrets and bad ideas

Tw: inappropriate boss/employee relationship, cnc

You walk into your boss’s office without knocking and catch her hitting a vape pen.

You freeze in the doorway. She sees you and starts, looking sheepish. There’s a moment of silence before she speaks.

“Alright, come in, close the door behind you.”

You obey and cross to her desk, passing over the report you came to drop off. She pages through it, pen still in hand, not meeting your eyes.

“I hope you can forgive me. The directors meeting was stressful today. We all have our vices, don’t we?” She glances at you and you nod, afraid if you speak your voice will crack and reveal how horny the slight of the pen in her mouth made you.

She regards you for a moment. “Sit down while I review this.” You obey. She holds out the pen casually as she turns back to the report. You hesitate and she chuckles. “Don’t worry, if it’s both our secret then neither of us will get the other in trouble.”

You take the pen. You consider resisting, but before you can really make up your mind, muscle memory is bringing it to your mouth. It tastes like bubblegum, a surprisingly childish choice for your typically capable no-nonsense boss, and it hits your lungs hard. You cough quietly and she doesn’t look up, appearing not to notice.

It was a bad idea to hit the pen, hitting it again is a worse one. But it’s so hard to resist. Your own is sitting in your glove box, waiting so you can grab it the instant you park. You are never without it at home. It’s so easy to give in. You take a smaller hit the second time and it goes down smoother.

Your boss takes longer than usual to review the report, and you’re relaxed and grinning broadly when she hands it back to you with her signature. You hand over the pen and she smiles. “Thanks for keeping it warm for me, dear.” She hits it herself and you find yourself staring. You notice yourself slack jawed and wide eyed and flush, turning to leave quickly. But on the way back to your desk, you can’t help but hum and skip a little.

Working is hard after that. You try to focus on something menial, some filing, but all the client names make you giggle. Your boss comes by your cubicle several times that afternoon. She brings her pen every time and you just can’t bring yourself to say no to her. When she’s talking to you, you see her smile get brighter and brighter every hit you take. Her approval is addictive.

At the end of the day, you realize you’re in no shape to drive home. You linger, clicking around on your computer, reorganizing emails, trying to sober up. Your boss swings by one last time on her way out.

“You’re here later than usual hon, what’s up?” She asks, brows furrowing. It’s true you’re the last one here. Since it’s just the two of you, you decide you can be honest.

“I’m not sober enough to drive.” You confess quietly. Your boss laughs loudly and then looks guilty.

“Well, since it’s kind of my fault,” she says, “do you want a ride home? You might be here a while if you’re waiting for it to wear off. I’ll pick you up in the morning too.”

You consider for a moment, weighing the options of staying in an empty office potentially for several hours versus getting in a car with a woman who got you very, very high. The choice is obvious.

“Yes, please, thanks.” You stutter out, gathering up your things. You follow her out of the building to her car—it’s luxurious and practically new. She opens the trunk for you to drop your things and then you settle into the soft leather of the passenger seat, sighing happily. You’re definitely still high, just being in such a nice seat feels amazing.

Your boss climbs into the drivers seat, getting herself settled. She hands you the pen and you take it without question, blushing. You start to hit it as she pulls away. You stumble through the directions to your place, hitting the pen frequently to cover up your nervousness. Your boss just smiles kindly as she drives.

When she pulls up in front of your apartment, she turns to reach towards you. You think she’s reaching for the pen, so you go to give it back, only for her hand to come to rest on your thigh instead. You flush beet red and freeze.

Her perfectly manicured nails play with the hem of your skirt idly. “Say, sweetheart,” she asks softly. “You’re very high. Are you sure you want to be alone right now?” She gently slides her cool hand under your skirt and further up your thigh and your breath catches in your throat.

This is the worst idea you’ve had all day. You frantically shake your head. “You don’t want me?” She asks, sadly, beginning to slide her hand away. You react quickly, instinctively grabbing it to stop her.

“No! No, I-I-I don’t want to be alone. Please, uhm, please will you comeinsidewithme?” You ask, embarrassed at how high pitched and wavering your voice has become.

Your boss grins and leans over further, sliding her hand back up your thigh and between your legs, rubbing over your panties. “Oh sweetie,” she coos. “I think we have everything we need right here. Now hit the pen again.”

You obey and she rewards you with a gentle slap to your cunt, making you moan.

“Remember, if we share the secret, neither of us can tell on the other. Just keep smoking for me, doll…” she drawls, fingers pushing your panties to the side.

Your brain finally gives in to the smoke and the sensation, and your whole body relaxes into the soft leather seats of her car, a car you could never afford. You mechanically keep hitting the pen, moaning around it as you feel her fingers begin to swirl in your wetness.

God you hope she doesn’t have secrets with anyone else but you.

[bugs1nmybrain]

Stein NSFW Alphabet Headcanons (Minors Don’t Interact)

Warnings: NSFW (Minors go away!), fem-reader, rough sex, pain play 

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

You’re definitely going to need some aftercare after tangoing with this guy. Stein may seem like the type to just leave you to care for yourself, but he’s pretty considerate. He’ll check you for marks (or possible cuts) and bring you a drink. 

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

He enjoys his entire body because it’s all a potential experiment subject to him, and the same goes for you. If he was forced to pick, it would probably be your lower back and ass. He loves to place his hands on this area a lot, and he’ll grab your ass at unexpected times to tease you.

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

LOVES cumming on your tits. It looks so ravishing to him. Sometimes he enjoys doing it on your ass, too. His cum is actually pretty discolored and gross tasting. He’s a smoker after all.

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

I’m sure this is a no-brainer, but this man has a deep desire to dissect everything and anything. You are no exception. As much as he cares about you, he wants to dismember you so fucking bad. It turns him on just thinking about it. 

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

Fairly experienced. His experience mostly comes from the couple of partners that he’s had and even some one-night stands. He knows what he’s doing for sure. He’s very meticulous with his technique. It comes pretty natural to him, you’ll be cumming sooner than you’d expect with this guy. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s tall as fuck, so either doggy or girl on-top is the best for him. Missionary is really awkward and essentially impossible because of his height. 

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

He likes to poke fun at you all the goddamn time and will tease you all throughout it. 

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

He trims it a little but doesn’t shave all the way. It’s grey like his hair, maybe a little darker in shade. 

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

Honestly not very intimate. He’s the type that’s straightforward and likes to get down to business.  He’ll get a little sensual for sure, but he’s not romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it an average amount. He’s a little too focused on work or his experiments to think about jacking off but if he’s feeling horny he’ll whip it out and get the job done. Usually, he doesn’t need porn, but he has some pretty wild fantasies when he’s jacking off. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

There are two big kinks of his. 

One is knife play. With his little dissection fetish, this comes as no surprise. But he KNOWS that most people aren’t going to want to be cut open when having sex. He’ll compromise by simply fucking the life out of you instead. In his mind he’s rearranging your insides, which is close enough. 

The second is doctor/patient roleplay. Of course, he’s the doctor. He likes using it as an excuse to grope your body and uh..inspect you. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His lab, of course. Usually on his desk. He loves pounding you so hard that his supplies fall off. 

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

You alone do, and especially if you tease him. Wear something skimpy and he’s inside of you in an instant. Showing off your skin makes him want to dissect you so fucking bad. 

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

He’s game for pretty much anything, but he will not do anything involving scat. That’s just fucking nasty.

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

He likes receiving more. Seeing you choke on his cock is so beautiful to him. He’ll reciprocate, though. Kinda hates it only because he can’t smoke when he’s doing it, but your juices and scent are enough to sell him into doing it. 

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

He’s pretty rough, to be honest. But he’s not just fast for the sake of it. He likes pumping in and out deep to make sure that he can thoroughly feel your pussy. 

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

Appreciates quickies a lot, but he likes a thorough experiment, too. Quickies often come when he’s in a rush to get to class, or just wants a quick orgasm. 

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

Risk? Experiment? Sign him the fuck up. He’ll fuck you however you’d like. He loves trying new things and fucking you in so many different ways. The only thing he wouldn’t risk is doing it in the classroom. He doesn’t want his students to see that. He admittedly would find it humorous if Spirit walked in on you two, though. 

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

He can go for some time. His refractory period is actually relatively quick, so he’ll go for maybe two or three rounds if you guys are feeling up to it. 

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

He owns quite a bit, actually. He uses them on you more than himself, though. His personal favorites are nipple clamps and vibrators. Anything that provides you with optimal stimulation. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you so much. He’ll have you waiting a whole fucking day sometimes, saying seductive things to you, telling you how sexy you are, but he won’t touch you until HE wants to. He’ll have you begging. 

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

Not loud, but he’ll produce some grunts. If he’s feeling very good you’ll get a few moans from him.

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

He’d love you if you let him ash on your ass.

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

He’s a big guy. About 7 inches, and kinda thick as well. He has some veins going on, too. Also, he has a stitch around his cock. His penis isn’t excluded from his experiments. 

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

Average. Sometimes it really depends on where he is mentally. When he’s losing touch with reality, his sex drive is understandably pretty low. When he’s at base-line though, he’s pretty much game to fuck whenever you are. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t really get tired after cumming, you’ll have to persuade him to go to bed with you. 

[princessniquane]

Don’t stop

A/n: I wanted to drop something for my birthday and Ateez’s anniversary today, so I hope you enjoy!

San/Reader

Tags: titty/nipple play, pussy eating, spanking, hand around throat, kissing, throat fucking, manhandling, hair pulling, fingering, squirting, multiple cream pie, pussy whipped!San, overstimulation

San is watching you from the door of the bedroom. You’re getting ready for bed while telling him about your day. He hears you but he’s not actually listening, just watching you and thinking about getting you naked.

“.abe…Babe!” You yell at him. He snaps out of it.

“Yea I’m listening.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Of course you were. Can you help me?” San walks forward grabbing the lotion. You lay on your stomach as he starts to rub the lotion on your skin. You moan under him. He dick twitches in his sweatpants.

San doesn’t mind helping you lotion, he just wish he could rub your insides with his dick instead. He starts to kiss up your spine, making you shiver and arch up to him. You’re intoxicating to him, he can’t help it.

“San…,” you moan.

He is already leaving more marks on your shoulders. The ones from the last time he fucked you, aka this morning. “Need you Baby….”

“Again?”

“Always,” he says as he turns his head and brings you in for a kiss. He rubs and squeezes your body as he deepens the kiss. “Can’t get enough of you.” He strips your nightgown off of your body and takes off the only clothing he has on, his sweatpants and boxers.

You pull him towards you but he pulls back to grab a pillow to put it under your hips. He gets between your thighs and goes right back to kissing and grinding and groping you. He can feel just how wet you are the more he grinds against your pussy and clit.

He grinds against you harder, pulling moans from the both of you. He grabs around your waist and pulls you closer to him, his hands going under your thighs. You moan his name while you pull him closer and lightly scratch his shoulders and pull at the nape of his neck.

“Fuuucckkk….”

San moves away from your mouth and trail kisses down your jaw, to your neck and down to your breasts. San licks and sucks one nipple in his mouth while one hand pulls and pinches the other one.

You arch up into him moaning out his name when he bites down on your nipple. San goes to the other side and repeats the process until you pull him up to kiss him. “Need you now Sannie….can't wait anymore…”

He gives you one last kiss and makes his way to your pussy. Fuck. San wastes no time and starts to eat you out like a man starved. He makes sure that every part of your pussy gets sucked or licked by his tongue.

Once he gets a hold of your clit, he doesn’t stop licking and sucking it. He adds one finger, quickly followed by a second one. You’re arching and grinding against his face, and San makes no complaints, he’s loving every second of this.

If he had it his way, he would never leave your pussy unintended. He craves to always have his mouth on it, and don’t let it be his birthday or any special occasion. San will definitely beg you to let him eat you out the whole night.

San speeds up his fingers while adding another finger. You scream at him that you’re close. He pulls back from your clit. “Give it to me Baby….cum in my mouth, gotta feel it…taste it….”

“San…San…SSSaaaaan…..fuck!”

He fingers you through your orgasm, until you’re a squirting mess over him. He licks up almost every drop overstimulating you, making sure you’re clean just so he can make a mess of you again.

He kisses up your body while you catch your breath. He can’t keep his lips off of you, like he said he’s addicted. You bring him in for a kiss and he grips your thigh, giving it a small spank.

You push him away and get on your knees, but he has a different idea. He manhandled you to where you are laying down and your head is hanging off the bed. You lick your lips ready to take him in your mouth.

San taps his tip on your tongue and lips and chuckles when you chase after it. He uses his other hand to run down your body to spread your legs and rub at your clit. You close your legs at the sudden touch but San isn’t having that.

“Open,” he commands. You whine out his name. “Don’t make me say it again Baby.” You open your legs back up and shiver at the breeze from the room. “That’s right….” San runs his hand back up your body and stops at your throat, slowly squeezing and releasing his grip.

He does that a couple times, and then finally feeds his dick into your waiting mouth. “Shiittt….fuck your mouth Baby….just like that,” he moans as he slowly thrusts in and out of it.

Once he speeds up and gets a rhythm going, he goes back to squeezing and realizing your throat. He moans when he feels his cock inside your throat. “Fuck…you’re so good…you’re doing so good for me Baby…” he says as he takes the hand not in your throat and starts to finger you again.

You moan around him. He pulls out holding the base of dick, stopping himself from coming. Voice hoarse, you ask him why he stopped. “Want to cum inside you.” Moving you around again on the bed, he wastes no time and enters you.

San grinds his hips in you while you wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss him deeply. He puts his arm under your thighs and starts a fast past, both of you are close.

You scratch and leave marks on his arms and shoulders. San grips your thighs tighter, leaving marks, fucking you like a mad man, all while not taking his lips off of you. As he feels you tighten around him, he starts kissing and marking up your neck again.

“Come on Baby…come on…give it to me…give it to me…..fuck cum…cum on my cock Baby….,” he moans in your ear. That’s all it takes for you to cum. You love when he moans in your ear, when he starts to get desperate.

A couple thrusts later, he’s right behind you. Broken moans, your name, a bunch of ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ as he rides out his orgasm. When you both catch your breath, you’re fucking exhausted and ready to go to bed. Only problem is, San is still hard.

“San you got to be fucking kidding me.”

He gives you that smile with the dimples.

“One more time?”

A/n: I hope this turned out good and y’all liked it, as always likes and reblogs are appreciated! Buy me ☕️!