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[suskz]

Saw jockchan x nerd reader. I was wondering if you could write something about swim captain Chan x quiet female reader ?

pairing: SwimCaptain!Chan x Quiet!fem!Reader

t/w: smut ; semi-public sex ; secret relationship ; oral (f!rec) ; jealousy ; exhibitionism kink (but no exhibitionism) ; unprotected sex (be smarter, don’t do that).

w/c: around 1,8k

a/n: It’s 1:45 a.m. here, I’m going to sleep now. Hope you like it! ♡

18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

There are 25 minutes left until the end of the training session when you arrive.

"Come see me at training today, it will bring me luck for tomorrow’s championship." This was his sweet request this afternoon, and you naturally said yes; it's just a pity that you arrived an hour late.

Your quick steps to take a seat in the stands can’t be heard by the guys as they talk near the pool, but Chan notices you the moment you enter.

His head turns in your direction and he smiles at you, waving a hand at you. You do the same, returning the greeting.

Immediately, his eyes shift to Changbin and Jisung though, members of the team, who seem to be arguing, and he approaches them.

It doesn’t take you long to understand that they were arguing about who is the fastest swimmer of the two, as shortly after they are giving each other challenging looks as they get into position and enter the water when Chan gives them the signal.

You like seeing him in leader mode in moments like this. It’s extremely hot, but also really cute when he turns in your direction to look at you, shaking his head in exasperation, making you giggle.

But your attention shifts a little further away from you when you hear a girl speaking.

"Did you see him? Now you can’t say he isn’t gorgeous." One of the two girls says to the other.

“He’s freaking perfect, oh my God,” the other girl comments. “What did you say his name was?”

“Bang Chan; I’ll give you his Instagram.”

Your teeth clench at the last sentence. Are they talking about Chan? Your Chan?

The same Chan who kisses, fucks, and cuddles you every day?

You briefly consider letting them know. You should turn to them and tell them to their faces, but there’s something holding you back, keeping you still. And this thing prohibits you from letting them know how things really are, so you sit there in silence, enduring their annoying compliments about him for what feels like endless minutes.

Yes, his body and muscles are stunning. Yes, his voice is sensual and his laugh is sweet. Yes, he has an irresistible gaze. Do they really need to keep repeating that?

When the training ends and you think you’ve finally gotten rid of them, they’re in front of him before you can make a move.

You watch them from afar, standing and waiting, trying to appear as normal and indifferent as possible while they congratulate the captain for his hard work as a leader. Ah, and also for his hard work in the gym.

He chuckles with his dimples showing, first shaking his hands in front of himself in a gesture of denial, but ending up scratching the back of his neck as he thanks them cordially. The two girls look at each other and giggle.

But a few minutes later, it’s you who finds yourself in the locker room with him, his hands on your hips and his lips on yours, feverish and needy.

“Were you jealous?” He grins teasingly, but deep down he feels immense tenderness and perhaps a little embarrassment knowing that you love him so much that you can’t stand other girls complimenting him in that way.

You don’t respond, looking at his bare chest and hoping he’ll stop.

His smile grows, “I saw how you were looking at them, your eyes were burning flames.” He stifles a chuckle as you raise your head with a guilty expression.

“Was I that obvious?” You ask, your cheeks starting to blush, embarrassed by your exaggerated reaction.

“Yes, but I like it.” He leans in to kiss you again, but soon his hands slip under your shirt and you break the kiss.

“Chan, we can’t do this here.” you whisper against his lips. All the other guys from the team are just meters away, taking a shower. You risk being heard, and you don’t want that to happen.

“But I need you now.” he whispers on your neck, starting to leave warm, wet kisses.

You don’t respond, but you tilt your head to give him more space and don’t stop him, and he takes this action as agreement.

He licks and sucks on a patch of your skin, leaving a red mark that will be prominently displayed for days. He might get completely hard just at the thought of you walking around with the mark of his presence on your body, even if others don’t know whose it is.

He pulls away and admires it, then gives it one final kiss, making you hiss from the slight pain.

Needy, his hand grabs yours and pulls you into the bathroom. You don’t resist; you follow him, silent, and together you enter one of the showers, closing the curtain. The one in the corner, with an empty shower next to it.

And then, Chan turns on the water, wetting both of you, although not completely.

“Chan, you finally came in, why did it take you so long?” Changbin yells from a few showers away.

“I just had a moment with Y/n.” Chan responds casually, as if he weren’t currently lowering your shorts and underwear at the same time.

“Oh, she’s already gone?” This time it’s Jisung’s voice.

“Yeah, she went back to the dorm.”

There’s something, something that arouses both of you at the idea that you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing while his friends are there, just meters away from you, unaware.

His fingers move skilfully between your folds, rubbing your clit with one finger quickly while two of his other fingers hold your pussy lips open as your hips move back and forth instinctively.

When his fingers enter your cunt, they do so easily from how wet you are and from all the times his cock has been inside you.

You take his face in your hands to bring your lips closer to his ear so you can talk to him, “We don’t have time, put it in already.” You whisper, and his cock twitches in the tight shorts he’s wearing, reminding him of how damn tight they feel.

He withdraws his fingers and turns you around, replacing them with his dick, entering you slowly to allow you to more easily suppress any sounds that could be heard by the others.

His hands hold the lower parts of your cheeks to spread them apart to get in deeper as he moves inside you. It’s not the best position, but you can’t bend over because you’d risk slipping.

Your moans are silent. Your heavy breaths are fortunately hard to hear with the shower water running and their voices humming.

Chan tries not to fuck you too hard to avoid the sound of your skins slapping together. Because you’re not alone, and no one must hear you. Even though, maybe, he actually wants someone to hear you. He wants someone to find out about the dirty things you’re doing without their knowledge, right there near them. Maybe he secretly wishes someone would open the shower curtain and see you in this situation.

And maybe you want it too.

But these thoughts don’t stop both of you from freezing at the sudden sound of Hyunjin’s voice. “Does anyone have shower gel?”

His movements pause only for a moment. He should feel embarrassed, mortified to hear his friend’s voice so close to you in such a situation, but instead, it sends a jolt of pleasure to his cock, and he immediately starts moving again.

You look at him with an expression now fearful, but this arouses you as much as it does him.

Jeongin’s voice is quick to respond, “I do, here it is.”

“Thanks Jeonginnie, love you.” Hyunjin thanks him in his sweet voice.

Chan pulls out of you, but before you have time to say anything, he turns you around, grabs your thighs from behind, and lifts you, pushing you against the wall. His arms slide under your knees and spread you open, re-entering you.

“That’s better.” he whispers against your lips, and you nod in agreement with quick breaths.

The pleasure intensifies for both of you. A soft moan escapes his lips, not being able to hold it back, causing him to bite his lower lip and hide his face on your shoulder, his ears turning redder as he failed to contain his pleasure.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling strands, causing his hips to buck up in a harder thrust, making your head slide back against the shower tiles.

It’s at this moment that the others start coming out of the showers, and soon they are out of the locker room after greeting Chan and telling him to hurry up.

When everyone is out, you both look at each other, then chuckle.

“I couldn’t hold back anymore.” you admit.

“Me neither.” he says.

“I noticed.” you tease, and he looks at you with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows in an offended look.

You clench around him on purpose, eliciting a needy moan from his lips. In response, he thrusts into you, and this time it’s you who whines.

“You’re as needy as I am.” he grins, resuming his movements. This time you’re a bit freer to let out your voice, but you need to hurry. His thrusts are faster now, reaching deeper spots inside you, being able to fuck you harder, eliciting a series of staccato moans from you.

“Touch yourself.” he orders and you immediately obey, without needing to be told twice.

His movements become more erratic. He’s close, and you can tell by the way his cock twitches inside you and releases small droplets of pre-cum.

His moans grow deeper, and he closes his eyes, trying to hold back from coming with all the self-control he has to make you reach your climax too, with him. But it’s difficult for him, and soon he has you back on your feet, giving a few final thrusts before pulling out of you and stroking his cock quickly through his orgasm.

He tries not to throw his head back in pleasure, wanting to see the ropes of his hot cum covering your pussy and thighs as you stand there with trembling legs.

Your mind is still fogged with pleasure, and you don’t notice what’s happening until you feel his tongue on your clit, which makes you let out a whimper. You look down to see your boyfriend on his knees with his head between your legs, looking up at you.

You run your fingers through his hair, and he pulls away, “You need to come quickly, someone will be coming for spot checks soon.” He warns you before returning with his tongue between your folds and two fingers inside you, stroking at your sensitive spot.

[itz-autumn]

Hii so i wanna manifest this celebrity into my life but the thing is he died in 2012😭🙏🏻i like him so so much and so so badly wanna manifest him😭 i also dont want to manifest the old version of him but the version of him in his like 20s😭 and i have 0 trouble with the manifesting part but what am i supposed to manifest here? Am i supposed to manifest him suddenly being alive again 💀❓ or that he was never dead in the first place and if so then wouldn’t he be old again? or am i supposed to manifest for me being able to go back in time😭❓please please help me i rlly wanna manifest this but im lost i rlly badly wanna talk to him please guide me if u can❤️thanku

Heyy ♡

You can manifest that he never died and can revise his age.

You can revise everything abt him according to your liking , so u'll get the desired version of him 🖤

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

So you've done cock sizes and squirting reactions for the LADS but what about how each of them cum/orgasm? Streams, spurts, a lot, a little? Holding close or gripping tight with hands? Pulling forward? Etc.

.☘︎ ݁˖ . HOW THEY CUM !

✧ paring : sylus, caleb, xavier, zayne, rafayel x reader (separate)

✧ tws : nsfw/smut, creampie, cow-girl, doggy style, sub!rafayel, spanking, hair pulling, gagging, biting, neck kissing and others!

Sylus is the type to cum hard and deep, letting out a low, breathy groan as his muscles tense up. His orgasms are intense but controlled—he doesn’t lose himself completely, but you can feel the power behind each thrust as he pushes in as deep as possible, holding you firmly against him like he’s trying to fuse your bodies together.

He’s a spurter, releasing in thick, strong pulses that hit deep and leave a warmth that lingers. His grip tightens—whether it’s his hands around your waist, one wrapped in your hair, or fingers digging into your thighs as he keeps you in place. If he’s really lost in the moment, he’ll let out a quiet “Fuck—”under his breath, voice husky and slightly shaky.

If you’re riding him, he’ll pull you down flush against his chest at the last second, holding you still as he empties himself inside. He likes to feel every second of it, dragging it out by rolling his hips, making sure nothing goes to waste. Even after he cums, he doesn’t let go immediately—his hands linger, his breathing heavy as he presses lazy, possessive kisses against your skin, still reveling in the aftershocks.

Caleb is a slow builder when it comes to orgasm. He holds back, savoring every second, his breath growing more ragged as he gets closer. When he finally lets go, it’s a long, shuddering release, his body trembling slightly as he pulses inside you. His cum doesn’t spurt out in thick shots—it seeps out in warm, steady waves, spilling deep and coating every inch. It’s messy, unhurried, and almost overwhelming.

His hands aren’t gripping tight like Sylus—Caleb’s more about holding you firm yet gentle, big hands resting heavy on your hips or sliding up your back to pull you close against his chest. If he’s behind you, his fingers will dig into your waist, guiding you slowly through the aftershocks as he catches his breath.

He’s not loud, but you’ll hear him—a sharp inhale, a low groan that vibrates against your skin, maybe even a whispered “That’s it, pipsqueak…” if he’s feeling particularly rough. And he doesn’t pull out immediately—he likes the feeling of being buried inside you, soaking in the heat and wetness, his lips brushing against your neck as he rides out the last waves of pleasure with slow, lazy rolls of his hips.

Xavier’s orgasm hits him like a slow-burning fire, one that builds into a sharp, almost unbearable peak before he goes still for a second—then completely unravels. His release isn’t about spurts or streams—it’s a deep, throbbing pulse, a thick warmth that just keeps flowing out of him, filling you up in heavy waves that seem to last longer than they should. You can feel every tight clench of his abs, every twitch of his cock inside you as he gives in completely.

In doggy style, he loses himself in the control, gripping your hair at the base of your skull and pulling just hard enough to arch your back perfectly for him. The moment he cums, he yanks you up onto your knees, keeping his chest flush against your back while his free hand locks onto your hip, forcing you still as he buries himself deep and stays there, making sure you take every last drop. His breathing is ragged against your ear, a rough growl of your name slipping past his lips, low and strained, like he’s fighting the urge to keep fucking into you through the aftershocks.

Even when he’s finished, he doesn’t let go right away. His hand in your hair loosens, fingers slipping down to cup your throat, thumb stroking your jaw as he lets out a deep, satisfied sigh. And if you so much as try to move before he’s ready? His grip tightens again—a silent demand to stay right where you are.

Zayne’s orgasm is a slow, aching surrender—he tries to hold back, tries to draw it out, but when it hits, it’s unshakable. His release isn’t sharp or sudden; it’s a deep, rolling pleasure that spreads through his body like a slow wave. His cum seeps out thick and heavy, pouring into you in lazy, unhurried pulses that leave a deep warmth behind. He doesn’t tense up completely—instead, his muscles shudder subtly, his breath hitching as he lets out a quiet, gritted groan that melts into a low chuckle.

With you on your knees, ass up, he runs a warm palm over your skin, fingers squeezing possessively before he delivers a slow, deliberate slap to your ass—not rough, but firm enough to make you jolt slightly beneath him. Again. And again. Each time, his touch lingers, soothing over the heat his hand left behind, his other hand pressing into the dip of your lower back to keep you exactly where he wants you.

When he finally cums, his grip tightens just enough to hold you steady, his hips pushing forward in one last deep roll as he sinks inside you to the hilt. A deep, satisfied “Fuck… that’s my girl.” escapes him as he rests his forehead against your spine, catching his breath. His hands stay on you, tracing your curves, squeezing your hips, his fingers drifting lazily over your skin. And before he even thinks about pulling out, you’ll feel one last, lingering smack against your ass, paired with a smug little hum—as if he’s already thinking about the next time.

Rafayel tries to hold back, tries to keep his composure, but the moment he gets too close, his body betrays him. His breathing gets uneven, his thighs tense beneath your touch, and his hands clutch at whatever they can find—your hips, the sheets, his own wrists if you’ve pinned them down. His orgasm isn’t sharp or explosive; it’s messy, drawn out, overwhelming. His cock twitches and throbs, spilling out in slow, leaking pulses that leave him trembling beneath you. He gasps, eyes fluttering shut, a soft whimper slipping from his lips as his body completely melts into your touch.

The moment your teeth sink into his shoulder, his whole body jerks beneath you, a strangled sound escaping his throat as his head tilts back. Too much. Too good. His fingers dig into your skin, desperate for something to ground himself with, but the pain mixed with pleasure only makes him unravel faster. His chest heaves, muscles tensing, before he finally slumps back, completely spent, completely at your mercy.

Even after he’s finished, his body still twitches with aftershocks, his cock giving one last weak throb as he lets out a breathless, needy whine. His hands tremble slightly when they reach for you, still craving your warmth, still needing to be held, to be reassured. If you press another bite into his skin—softer this time—he’ll shiver, let out a breathy little “Please…” before burying his face in your neck, too dazed to do anything but let you have your way with him all over again.

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[maiiuelle]

what if rafe and reader are more than friends but they didn’t really put a label on it and even top and kelce noticed but rafe still has the occasional hookup and one night when reader was js thinking abt stuff and then she realizes that shes inlove with rafe but when she came over to tannyhill to confess and rafe answered with his hair all messed up and him shirtless and he basically smelled like sex and when rafe asks why shes there she randomly just runs away and cries in her car while driving home so basically just angst (does that make sense idk)

you feel like your going crazy, standing at tannyhill’s front stoop twiddling your thumbs.

your relationship with rafe cameron is complicated; you’d almost call it a situationship, but you couldn’t put a label on it. you’d been going to all of his parties to serve as arm candy, posed with him at the golf course, and hooked up with him more than once. it’s beyond casual, but he has yet to pop the girlfriend question. even with his little commitment, you’d been finding it hard to keep your mind off of him — or rather, what the two of you had done together. you have to mean more to him than he’s letting on.

so, you knock on tannyhill’s giant glass front door again, biting your lip nervously as you look over the texts you’d already sent him to let him know you were coming.

“hey! just thinking ab u.. are u free tn? <3” you asked right after work, hopping in the shower in hopes you could head straight to his place after.

“busy. work shit. u free on friday?”

“oh idk. sucks we cant do tn, i miss u.” you followed your message with a picture of you sitting on your pink bedsheets, posing in the mirror to show off your silky pajamas. you thought he just needed a little convincing, but he didn’t respond.

“can u call me before bed? sorry, i know u said ur busy.”

by then it had been an hour or two, still no response from rafe. you were pacing around your room. all you wanted was to spend time with him, even if that meant lounging around while he works. anything would do, you just couldn’t stay away.

you came to the conclusion had to show him how much you care somehow, and what better way than to go to tannyhill and confess your love for him — it would be like a romance movie, he’d probably be exhausted from work and happy to see you by then!

“i’m sorry if this is sudden, i just feel like i really need to see you. i’ll just drop by for a second xoxo see u soon”

suddenly, the front door swings open, revealing a very disheveled rafe cameron. his bangs are a mess, sweaty and strewn across his forehead. his whole face is red, his lips swollen, and all he’s wearing are blue flannel pajama pants. you’d seen him like this before, pussy drunk and stumbling around a dark room. your heart deflates as he pushes open the front door, familiar blue eyes squinting at you through the night. “the fuck are you doing? you’re gonna wake up my fuckin’ dad.”

“work shit, huh? really, rafe?” you snap, looking him over completely disgusted. “what’re you d—”

“nah, nah. i told you i was busy — did i not?” he cuts you off, holding a finger in your face and grabbing your upper arm with the other hand, making you jump. “could’a kept yourself from all this if you just listened to me, right? right?” he jostles you, like he could shake a response out of you, but you’re frozen. he lets you go at the sight of your face, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “fuckin’ figures.”

“are you.. high?” you pull your knit cardigan tighter around your shoulders, tears already beginning to brim your waterline at the utter betrayal.

rafe recoils, acting overly offended to take the heat off his obvious cheating. “you’re gonna talk to me like that at my own goddamn house? do me a favor — go home, and i’ll think about callin’ you.”

“don’t bother. asshole.” you cry, turning away. the last glimmer of hope you have is snuffed out when you hear the glass door slam behind him, leaving you alone once again.

defeated, you retreat back to your car, wiping your tear stained cheeks pitifully. you should have known, rafe cameron is a player.

➺ do you…

⟡ hear out rafe’s apology

OR

⟡ tell jj what rafe did

[leaentries]

i wanna leave so many marks and scratches on nico that in the locker room the boys are just 😟

fuck…if yall could see into my mind rn…

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just licking every inch of his skin— your teeth nipping at the defined ridges of his abdomen and chest. your nails are raking down his back as your fingers dig into the dense muscles. nico’s a groaning mess while you claim his body and skin as your own. one of his hands grips hard onto the headboard as he tries his best not to collapse on top of you. his hair is messy and tousled, falling over his forehead, his brow scrunched in pleasure. nico’s hips move inside you, stroking fluidly as the both of you lose your breath to each others bodies.

the next morning he walks into the locker room, eyes heavy from the previous night. some of the guys are at their assigned stalls, stripping and changing for morning skate. nico sets his bag down, reaching up to grab the back of his shirt and pulls it off in one motion before tossing it into his bag.

an immediate whistle echos through the room, “whoa, cap!” jack’s playful voice rings out, “someone had a long night.” some of the other players begin to chime in.

“where do i get me one of those?”

“does she have a friend?”

“nico got himself a little freak.”

“shut up,” nico mumbles as he tries to hide the way his face flushes. he makes his way to a mirror, his eyes widening slightly as he realizes the full extent of your marks. angry red scratches trail over his sides and back, adorned with purple marks over his chest and abs. he makes his way back to his stall, pulling on his gear quickly before picking up his phone and typing out a text.

neeks: all the boys loved what you did to me 🙄

neeks: be ready by the time i get home, schatzi. you’re not leaving the house until my name is spelled across your ass.

[megalomaniacz]

I would love an ellie x reader x abby fic, something super smutty, but modern day. I don’t mind unique details, I will give your free reign on those I just want something powerbottom abby x masc top ellie.

click me!

um okay. so this is actually so unnecessarily long like why did i do that also it’s terrible please don’t beat me up okay :( it’s um definitely something guys if u hate it i’ll delete it I SWEAR I SWEAR

inexperienced!lesbian (me asf) reader x ellabs, reader orgasm, lowkey mean ellabs but ignore that, i didn’t even do the request properly everyone throw tomatoes at me :(

2k words!

nsfw!

‧₊˚ 🎐✩ 🫧 ₊˚⊹♡

The time on your phone flashed 11pm, and underneath it was a flash flood weather warning. You had been watching the news closely and carefully, but even they didn’t predict this.

“I thought they said it would clear up around 10.” Ellie joins you on the couch, a bag of fruit gummies in her hand. You nod, but don’t take your eyes off of your phone. “That’s what i thought too. I don’t know, maybe I can make it home before it gets too bad.”

Just as the words leave your mouth, Abby walks back into the living room. She rips a piece of paper towel off of the stand in the kitchen, drying her hands. “Or you could spend the night here and not end up swimming home.”

Ellie snort laughs but you bite your lip. “I don’t want to intrude. Suddenly having someone else in your private space for longer than planned? Sounds overstimulating.”

Abby joins the both of you in the living room, a bottle of water in hand. She plops herself down on the loveseat, manspreading and leaning back. You feel a knot twist in your stomach. “I don’t mind having you here for longer. Els?”

Ellie tosses a gummy in her mouth before responding. “You’re a pleasure to be around.”

Abby and Ellie wanted to ease your nerves a bit, and proposed a game of two truths and a lie. Fairly simple, you tell a person two truths and one lie about yourself and they have to guess the lie. A half hour had passed and you felt yourself loosening up around them. Laughing at how ridiculous they were being.

“No, i swear it’s the truth. I shook hands with him and everything.” Ellie holds her hands up innocently, insisting she didn’t lie.

Abby shakes her head, bringing a hand up to rub her temples. “Ellie, you did not meet a robot at the grocery store. That man was probably lying to you for fun, or some social experiment.”

You giggle, watching as Ellie put a gummy to her tongue to wet it, then throws it at Abby. “Youre a jerk.”

Suddenly, Abby has lifted herself from her seat and is tickling Ellie’s sides. All of you have burst into laughter, tears rolling down your cheeks at their dynamic.

After Abby’s satisfied with herself, she lets up on Ellie, joining you both on the couch. “Okay, your turn.” Abby looks over at you, placing one of Ellie’s gummies in her mouth.

You take a moment to think of something clever, biting your lip. “Hm.”

“Okay I got it!” You exclaim.

The girls grant you their undivided attention, anticipating your answers. “Okay, so. I’m bilingual. I’m allergic to certain coins and, i’ve never been kissed.”

The two look over at each other, confusion all over their faces. “Fuck.” Ellie leans back. “I’m gonna have to say you’re lying about the coins.”

Abby shakes her head, shooting Ellie a side eye. “Seriously? The last one is obviously a lie, I mean look at her.” You feel yourself growing shy at her statement. “You guys sure about your answers?” You smile, raising your eyebrows.

They both nod, creepily at the same time, and it makes you laugh before your reveal. “I’m not bilingual! English is the only language i speak fluently, but i have been taking some Swedish lessons.”

Ellie bobs her head. “Shit, that’s cool. So wait, what coins are you allergic to?”

You don’t even get the chance to answer before Abby chimes up. “Wait, you’ve never been kissed?” She stares at you, bewildered. “Seriously?”

You nod. “I’m pretty inexperienced. I ofcourse, don’t like men, and I came out pretty late so…” You trail.

You can actually see the devious gears turn in Ellie’s mind. She looks over at Abby and it’s as if they’re communicating with their minds. You wonder for a moment if people truly do have powers, because it seems they came to a very silent agreement just now.

“Abby’s a wonderful kisser.” Ellie blurts out, smiling at the blonde. “And a pretty damn good teacher.”

Maybe they didn’t agree on everything, because after that statement Abby shot Ellie a look that could kill. Ellie just laughed it off, lovingly tapping her shoulder.

“Oh.” You whisper nervously, unsure how to respond. Truthfully, you had been admiring the two of them ever since you’d met them. You were so eager to visit their apartment tonight, making sure to spray on your best perfume. Wearing a cute new outfit that was casual but not loungey. Planning it on a day where you knew the weather would be bad, all with the hope that you’d get to spend the night.

You were also nervous, and inexperienced in this department. What if you fucked it all up?

“I’m sorry if we’ve made you uncomfortable.” Abby chimes up, noticing your body language. You were fiddling with your hands, avoiding their gaze. “I’ll make Ellie sleep in the old doghouse outside if that’d make you feel better.”

You giggle as Ellie hits Abby’s shoulder. “Hey, not out in the rain. Maybe in the closet in the hallway.”

“Oh, you’re going back in the closet?” Abby laughs which causes Ellie to roll her eyes. You watch them stick their tongues out at each other and feel warmth in their friendship.

“You guys didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just didn’t know what to say.” You blurt. The two of them stop goofing and look over at you. Ellie’s got a smug face. “Do you want Abby to teach you how to kiss?”

Butterflies, a swarm of them, rush to your stomach. You try not to look her up and down but your eyes betray you. Soaking in Abby’s tall muscular figure. The way her legs are spread open and wide like she’s daring you to sit in between them. Her blue eyes burning holes into your skin. Anticipating your answer. You bite your lip. “Yes.”

Abby remains composed, but Ellie’s enjoying herself way too much. Moving to the loveseat so that you and Abby can have the couch to yourselves. She looks at both of you, then at you, then at Abby, then at you again. “Wait, do you want me to go-?“

“No.” You say, a little faster than you mean to. “I mean, you don’t have to leave, if you don’t want to.”

Abbys only focused on you now. Eyeing you up and down as you scoot closer to her. “Here, get comfortable. Straddle me.”

You know Ellie’s looking. You can feel her piercing eyes on your spine. Watching your every move, examining you from behind. “Straddle?” You ask, a bit unsure. You’d read the word in a couple books, but never looked up the definition. You realized that was damning you now. Fucking up this very moment.

“Sit on my lap, facing me.” Abby guides you. “Put your legs outside my legs.”

So this was the tummy turning move you’d seen in porn. It felt as good as you’d imagined it would. Your hands latch onto Abby’s shoulders, looking into her pretty blue eyes.

“You okay?” She asks, hands gripping onto your waist to steady you. Her fingers are brushing against the skin underneath the hem of your shirt and the contact is driving you crazy. You just nod, too afraid to open your mouth, knowing your words will spill out. You’re everything but composed right now.

“Okay. Just let me know if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” She smiles.

You nod again, and establish an understanding. She moves a hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in, and places a soft peck on your lips. Truthfully, it wasn’t all that exciting but it sent jolts and waves of pleasure through your body. Your first kiss. She pulls away and smiles at you. “How was that?”

“Great- good. Grood.” You stammer. She chuckles a bit and you feel hot with embarrassment. “I meant to say- Fuck i don’t even know.”

She rubs at your sides, licking her lips and looking at you with low eyes. “Don’t worry about it, alright? You ready for more?”

“Yeah.” you breathe, head growing fuzzy from her touch. Her fucking touch, fuck. Gentle, but firm. Guiding you so carefully. So kindly.

“Okay. Open your mouth a little bit.” She whispers inches away from your face. “Yeah, just like that.”

You feel like you’re about to melt, a moan stuck in your throat, swallowed by the blonde. Her lips meshing with yours, guiding the kiss. The hand on your hip gripping tighter. She thrusts a bit, attempting to pull you in closer, and you whine into her mouth. This causes her to dig her nails into your skin, scratching at the tender surface.

By now, you’d forgotten Ellie was still in the room. You’d forgotten where you were, actually. Completely lost in a state of bliss. Her tongue on yours, teeth nibbling at your lip, touch making you weak.

She pulls away for air, and you remain leaning forward. Missing her lips on yours.

“Someone’s eager.” She teases. You bite your lip, scratching your nails on her scalp. “Sorry.” you breathe in a low voice. She shakes her head, tutting and rubbing your cheek. “Don’t apologize, it’s cute.”

Abby calls Ellie over, and you can feel her dip into the couch next to you both. Her cheeks are a flushed red and her eyes look fixated on you.

“Where are you the most sensitive?” Abby asks, shooting a small smile to Ellie.

“Why don’t we let me find out? Is that okay?” Ellie asks. You nod, breath growing heavy. There’s no fucking way this is real, you’re dreaming. You have to be. These two are working together to get you worked up.

You can sense Ellie behind you before you feel her hand slide under your neck. Fingertips on your chin, leaning your head to the side. She places a kiss behind your ear and it makes you shudder. “Fuck.”

They both laugh. This evil, menacing, condescending laugh and it’s making your thighs clench on Abby’s legs. “Ellie, you’re teasing the poor thing. She can’t handle it.” Abby places her hands on your thighs, spreading them apart as they were before.

“She can handle anything we give her, right?” Ellie’s moving her lips further down now. Trailing hot wet kisses down your neck, hands sliding up to grab your breasts through your shirt. You throw your head back, a soft whine escaping your lips.

“She’s so sensitive because she’s never been touched. Bet we can make her come without ever having to take her clothes off.” Abby’s hands begin sliding up and down your inner thighs. You feel a wetness pool in your underwear. “You’re probably right Abs. She’s already so worked up and we’ve barely done anything.”

Are they…mocking you? They’re fucking mocking you.

Ellie hums against your neck, hands slipping down to your leg, making you straddle Abby’s thigh. Abby places her hands back on your waist, hiking up your leg and making you grind against her.

You whine, head falling back against Ellie’s shoulder, but she offers no comfort or sanctuary. Hands kneading your tits while she leaves wet kisses on your jaw. “She’s probably soaked right now.” Ellie breathes.

Abby nods, admiring the way you give into their touch. So willing to be their fucktoy. She looks down at your crotch and hums. “She’s got a wet spot on her pants.”

“Such a shame. They look brand new. Now you’ve made a mess of yourself.”

It’s embarrassing to admit it, but you’re close now. The way your slick has covered your panties and is spreading all over your clit, Abby’s hands on your waist grinding you against her, Ellie’s mouth on you. Her hands on you. The way they’re talking about you like you’re not even there.

“I’m gonna-“ Can barely leave you lips before your climax hits you. You shake, dig your nails into Abby’s shoulder. Cry out an “Oh god, fuck!” and roll your eyes back as they help you ride your high.

Your body goes limp while you try to catch your breath. Everything is sensitive and you feel like you’d just seen stars.

“You did so good, baby.” Abby leans in to kiss you, and then Ellie behind you. “Ready for round two?”

Round what?

[ningvory]

Teacher G!P Karina fucking her favourite student in her office for flirting with a girl in her class

Recording you while you’re a moaning mess so that she can blackmail you with it later

Inviting you over at her house so that she can fuck you dumb and fill you up with her cum.

Making you lay down on her bed as she sucks on you small tits :( She thinks they’re the cutest tho.

parings: gp!teacher!rina x fav student!f!reader

warnings: readers implied to have smaller tits, blackmail, ass slapping, cumming inside, dumbification, toned it down with my explanation points😭, this was made at like 5 am so it’s not proofread😭

think i might change into a black&white themee

okay so you’re like the popular girl at school, also known to be flirty with almost every pretty girl you see. even if you were in class which is how you ended in this situation.

“f-fuckk!! i’m sorry, karina!! im- ah!” you couldn’t even form a sentence, you’re getting fucked stupid by your teacher for getting caught flirting with your fellow classmate.

you looked like a mess, were in karina’s office leaning on her desk drool seeping out your mouth with tears rolling down your rosy cheeks. your school skirt was pulled up to reveal your bruised ass cheeks, caused by karina, which was behind you ramming her cock inside your tight cunt.

“should’ve thought about that before you were all over that girl, pretty.” karina grunted.

she gave another smack against your ass making you cry out even more, you were such a whiny and moaning mess for her how could she not take up the opportunity to record your pretty moans?

“ka-ri-karina!! i’m cumming!!” you squealed out, body shaking as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arching even more.

“cum for me, my pretty girl.” karina whispered, fucking into harder than before, feeling her own high.

you finally came all on her dick, cum dripping on her floor and covering her cock, squeals and whines heard from you from your intense orgasm.

suddenly she pressed you down to her desk, head even closer to her phone picking up the audio. whimpers and cries spilled outta your mouth from the overstimulation on your cunt but you couldn’t do anything, she was pressing your spent body to her desk.

“ah- almost there pretty. take it all like a good girl!!” karina grunted, head fallen back as she let her moans spill outta her mouth from how your warm cunny was squeezing her!

karina would lowkey use that blackmail wisely, making you such lewd things by having you suck her off or letting her cum inside and telling you to keep it in the whole day! :((

she’d randomly invited you to her house but could you really say no? so you agreed, wearing a miniskirt with a crop top and drove to her house.

thinking abt when you get there she’d open the door and get right to work, she was wearing nothing but a sports bra and some boxers, rock hard dick visible. she’d drag you to her bed and immediately throw you on it, straddling you and undressing you.

once she undressed the two of you she immediately started pounding into you, making you yelp as your body began to rock from how hard she was fucking you!!

she would think your tits are sooo cute! tweaking them and suckin on them as she fucks you dumb, making you cum all over her pelvis!

it would be hours until she stopped, you were soo braindead you just let her use your body until she was done toying with you. your tits were so sensitive from her sucking you jolted everytime she tweaked them :((

[inkbybambi]

brain is mostly empty thinking about ghoap x reader 👅 soap is home with reader but ghost isnt. soap wants to put on a show and facetimes simon. simon is met with the sight of soap fully dressed and reader with no clothes on. r's legs are spread and theres a hum in the room. soap is using a vibrator on readers clit just abusing those nerves and her legs are shaking but he doesnt stop and simon gets to see it all. what a show

anon your brain !!!!

soap absolutely taking advantage of the time he gets alone with you, not letting you out of his sight for even a second after simon leaves. pawing at you, fingers trailing up your legs, panties pushed to the side so he can stuff his fingers in your cunt, still wet and warm and filled with simon's cum from just before he left. he wants to show simon their best girl, even if he wants to be selfish with you for just a little bit.

so he manhandles you to the bed, panties torn and tucked into his pocket for later, legs spread so pretty to show the mess of slick and cum coating them, using simon's good ties to keep you anchored properly to the bed so you can't move.

you hear the telltale ringing of the phone as he fishes your favorite vibe from the bedside table, simon biting out a busy, mactavish and the sound of shuffling papers.

aye, just watch, lt comes soap's cheeky reply as he steps back in between your legs, the vibe coming to life as he presses it to your clit, soft and puffy and oversensitive because he spent half an hour lapping at it.

your legs jerk, oversensitive and on edge because he didn't let you cum and you hear simon's intake of breath even over the line through the haze of your lust and the static filling your head as you desperately grind up against the toy, so close to your release and soap, the bastard, not letting you have it.

"think i should let 'er cum, sir?" soap asks, voice low and breathy as he watches you through the screen, hole clenching around nothing, making a mess on the bed that he'll happily lick away later.

"not just yet," comes the murmured reply, the squeak of the chair as he leans back and the zip of his jeans, the groan you could recognize in your sleep as simon takes his cock in hand.

you bastard, comes your sobbed moan, toes curling as soap denies you another orgasm, soap hissing as he sees simon's eyes narrow through the mask.

you're gonna pay for that one, bonnie, and you hate him too, but you can't do anything more than lay there and writhe as you toe the line of pleasurepain, desperate and exhausted and missing simon even more because you can hear his voice but you can't have him.

it takes soap an hour to tease you to orgasm, when simon's finally done playing and has to get back to work.

soap leaves you tied to the bed, pussy drooling with his own cum as a present to simon when he finally makes it home.

[itsrlymine]

Hey it's me again ♡

Remember when I couldn't decide on being a sugar baby or an independent baddie? Well I manifested both until I could decide on one.

I legit get money anonymously in my bank account. As in I can't even find out how money spawns I my account but it still does.

And my glucose guardians (plural) bought me a fully furnished luxury apartment in a wealthy suburb. They also invited me to an all expenses paid trip to Cape Town. They told I deserve to relax and enjoy myself (duh) 🤭

All this and I haven't even done anything but talk to them about pg topics. Like I said, I deserve to be paid to be pretty and I hope anyone that sees this picks up that mindset too bc it's so easy 🙄💅

Now to manifest a husband/wife to spoil me too 🤪🤭

PERIODDDDDDD BABE I was thinking about you the other day and i'm sooo glad you came back with an update ugh i love this. Heavy on just manifesting whatever until you wanna make another decision, i do this all the time. two glucose guardians??? yall better come and get one of theseeeee. ugh yes a new apartment and trips immediately bc duhhh! i hope everyone that sees this remembers how easy this is. come back when you get engaged omg and you HAVE to invite me to the wedding. i'm not kidding.

[suskz]

JOCK!CHAN X NERD!FEM READER SMUT??🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

pairing: Jock!Chan x Nerd!Fem!Reader

t/w: smut ; breasts play ; clit play ; slight oral kink.

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: NO BC I actually love this idea sm 🙇🏻‍♀️ Hope you like it anon ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Come over after practice?"

You adjust your glasses on your nose after sending the text and get up to change into your pajamas.

You don't expect an immediate response, but you're too bored because you have nothing to do and you can't wait for him to text back.

You receive a reply only two hours later.

"Of course, baby, I'll take a quick shower and I'll be with you."

Only half an hour passes before he's standing in front of the door of your dorm room, with dark curly hair still wet and dressed in his usual black pants and t-shirt.

Before you know it, his soft lips are on yours and without breaking apart, you usher him into the room and he closes the door.

"Your hair is still wet." you point out as if he didn't already know.

"I wanted to be with you as soon as possible." You blush slightly at his words.

"How was practice?" you ask him.

"Changbin missed all his shots today." he chuckles.

"He's too short for basketball, I've always said so." you laugh with him.

"What were you doing in the meantime?"

"I was reading a book Seungmin lent me."

That's why shortly after you're sitting on your bed with your boyfriend's head in your lap while you read aloud word after word.

His eyes are closed as he listens to your soothing voice, but at some point you stop and he opens his eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asks you, and when you don't answer, he raises an eyebrow and gently lowers the book with one hand to see your slightly flushed face.

The story is getting a bit... hot, "Uh... I'm not sure if I should continue..." you admit, and he immediately understands what it's about. A smirk forms on his lips as he gets up.

"No, keep reading, I want to know how it continues." He has you sit in the middle of the bed and positions himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your body and keeping his eyes on the book, without reading, "Then?"

"Uh... he- he started kissing her neck," his soft lips immediately press against the skin of your nape, leaving slow, wet kisses, "As his hands roamed all over her body." And so does he, releasing the embrace and moving his hands over your body still covered by the light pajama shirt, running his fingers over your belly and higher, grazing the outline of your breasts.

"You're not wearing a bra?" He whispers against your neck, his breath lightly tickling you.

"I'm more comfy without."

He groans almost imperceptibly, feeling your hardening nipples through the fabric of the shirt.

"Keep reading." he orders, and you do as he says.

You read quickly in your mind, trying to get to the parts where it only describes his actions. "His- his fingers play with her nipples, squeezing them between his fingers and—" you pause as a yelp escapes your lips when you feel his fingers brush against your nipples and then squeeze them in between.

Before you realise it, his strong arms lift you from where you're sitting on the bed. One arm goes under your legs, while the other holds the upper part of your body, picking you up bridal style, and gently lays you with your head on the pillow.

Sometimes you still marvel at how truly strong he is.

He then positions himself between your legs. He lifts your shirt to uncover your breasts and plays with your nipples, pinching and licking them.

"Then?" His voice is low and sensual, causing a throbbing sensation in your lower parts, where his covered cock brushes against you through his pants.

"His- his hand travels down her body—" the movement of his hand sends shivers through your body. He swiftly removes your pajama shorts, and kisses various spots on your leg as he moves up to place his head at your level, locking eyes with you.

One of his hands takes the book from your hands while the other slips under your panties, feeling your wetness with his middle and ring fingers. A gasp escapes your lips before you can control it.

"You're so wet already.” he breathes on your lips, feeling all the slick that has come out of your hole. He gathers some of your juices and uses it to glide his fingers in slow circular motions on your clit, making you sigh. "This pretty pussy's begging for attention, mhh?”

He moans with you as his fingers slide into your hole. He moves them back and forth slowly, curling them upwards to brush against that sensitive spot inside you.

His breath is heavy as yours and his pants feel tight.

His thumb rests on your clit and moves as best he can to stimulate you more.

Your faces are so close. He looks into your eyes and can't resist the urge to kiss you. It's slow and sensual, your tongues meeting and your breaths mingling.

When you break apart, a trail of saliva connects your lips. Your boyfriend removes his fingers from inside you, making you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

Your panties are soon on the floor next to your pants, and your shirt follows shortly after.

"You're so gorgeous." he compliments as he admires your exposed body beneath him.

It's not the first time he's looked at your naked body, but his gaze feels heavy on you.

He notices your embarrassment and leans in on you. "I can't wait to be inside you." he whispers in your ear.

"Then don't." you urge him.

And a few seconds later, his cock is inside your tight heat, making both of you moan in unison.

Soon he begins to move. You need more time to get used to the intrusion, but the desperation of both has taken over.

Despite it not being the first time, the stretch still hurts initially. But it only takes a few slow initial thrusts for you to get used to it.

His pace quickens and becomes more steady, and one of his hands has to cover your mouth to stifle your sounds.

Your moans come out muffled against his palm, and he closes his eyes, biting back a moan, "As much as I love hearing you, we don't want to get caught, now do we?" he whispers. You nod, and he removes his hand from your mouth.

You grit your teeth and throw your head back into the pillows —as much as you can without hurting yourself because of the ponytail— trying to be as quiet as possible, but it's difficult.

Your glasses are askew on your face, and just one wrong move would be enough to cause problems for them. That's why Chan carefully takes them off and places them on the nightstand next to the bed.

It's when his cock hits a certain sensitive spot inside you hard that a cry escapes your lips, and you're too taken by surprise to hold it back.

Two fingers are shoved into your mouth to try to stifle the sounds trying to come out, "You did that on purpose so I would put my fingers in your mouth, huh? You like being fucked like this, don't you?" he whispers in your ear, licking and sucking on the lobe.

Your tongue moves upward, wanting to speak, pressing against his fingers. At your movement, he throws his head back, letting out a pitiful moan; his hips falter for a second, and his cock twitches inside you.

You close your lips around his fingers and nod instead, unable to speak.

"You feel so damn good." His head rests in the crook of your neck. "Fuck." He breathes.

The sound of skins slapping together grows louder in the room. A drop of sweat falls from his forehead, and his hands grip the sheets tightly at the sides of your head.

"Baby, I'm close." He whines, warning you.

Your legs tremble, your limbs feel like jelly.

"Me too." You reply, "Chris, please."

He brings two of his fingers to your clit, moving them quickly, but the movements are not steady, distracted by his impending climax.

"Y/n, I'm going to cum—" he urgently moans, "You have to come now." It's an order, despite the slight desperation in his voice, like you could control your orgasm.

You place your fingers over his that are still on your clit and move them together.

Your breaths are heavy and loud. Anyone passing by your room would understand what you're doing, but in the heat of the moment you don't give it much weight. The only thing on your minds is reaching your highs.

And you do; you come first and he follows right after. His well-defined muscles, built from the gym he attends with his friends, twitch gorgeously as he cums into the condom.

It takes a few minutes for both of you to catch your breath. He pulls out of you and tosses the condom into the trash bin at the end of your bed.

He joins you again in bed and looks at you, perhaps a little embarrassed, "It won’t go down..." he admits, referring to his still somehow hard dick.

You prop your body up on your elbows. Your eyes shift to look at his half-erection and then back to his eyes, with a smirk.

"Round two?"

[itz-autumn]

I tattooed my FACE as a young teen can I revise that I never did it? They're not bad but like I don't want them anymore 😭 how could I revise it anyways? Would I just reaffirm that they're not there anymore bcos I'm not a good visualizer

Of course you can.

You can revise anything you want. And yes, u can just affirm that you have clear skin without a tattoo. And also, you can just visualize ur face without a tattoo...not a scene just an image of ur face without the tattoo.

You don't really have to visualize or affirm tbh. You can just DECIDE that you don't have a tattoo, KNOW that you don't have the tattoo and PERSIST ^^

Also BELIEVE that you can do it . Hope this helps :)

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

Caleb touching and sucking mc’s tits for the first time after seeing her on a low cut top without a bra. He was very nervous but couldn’t help it🤍

．— ℱ）𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ：fem!reader ．nsfw．boob obsessed Caleb．tit fucking ．boob sucking ．submissive Caleb ＆ other stuff!

Caleb wasn’t the type to lose control easily. He prided himself on his self-restraint, on keeping a level head even in the most tempting situations.

But when you walked into his room wearing that low-cut top—without a bra—he felt his entire body betray him.

He tried not to stare. He really tried. But the way the fabric clung to your skin, the soft curves of your tits teasing him with every movement, made it impossible. His mouth felt dry, his fingers twitching where they rested on his knee.

You flopped onto his bed, stretching your arms above your head, and his eyes immediately dropped to the way your chest lifted with the motion. He bit the inside of his cheek so hard he swore he tasted blood.

“You’re acting weird,” you teased, tilting your head at him.

He scoffed, but it sounded too forced. “No, I’m not.”

You followed his gaze, then glanced down at yourself, a knowing smile playing on your lips. “Oh…” Your voice was light, teasing. “Are you staring at my—?”

“Don’t,” he muttered, rubbing his palm over his face.

But you only giggled, shifting closer until your knees bumped his. “Do you wanna touch them?”

Caleb stiffened, breath catching in his throat. “What?”

You reached for his hand, guiding it over your chest, and his fingers curled instinctively around the soft warmth. His entire body tensed. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think.

“Fuck pipsqueak,” he exhaled, barely above a whisper. His thumb grazed over your nipple, feeling it stiffen beneath his touch, and something primal stirred deep in his stomach.

Your breath hitched, the sound so quiet yet so devastating that his restraint snapped. He leaned in, pressing his lips to your collarbone, kissing his way down to the exposed skin of your chest. His tongue flicked out, testing, tasting, before he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked.

A sharp gasp left your lips, and your fingers immediately tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. He groaned against your skin, his hands gripping your waist as he took more of you into his mouth, sucking harder, letting his teeth graze just enough to make you shiver.

“You—fuck, Caleb,” you whimpered, arching into him, and that was it. That was the sound that ruined him.

His hands roamed greedily, his mouth moving between your tits, kissing, licking, devouring every inch you offered him. He didn’t even know what he was doing anymore—all he knew was that he needed more. More of your skin, more of your moans, more of you.

And from the way you clung to him, breathless and desperate, you needed it too.

Caleb was completely unraveling beneath you. The way his breath hitched, the way his fingers trembled against your skin—it was addicting. He wasn’t in control anymore, and you loved it.

“Pipsqueak,” he groaned, voice shaky, like he was barely holding himself together. “You’re—fuck—y’know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

You hummed, sliding your hands down his chest, feeling the way it rose and fell in uneven breaths. His cock strained against his pants, so obvious, so desperate, and the way he twitched beneath you sent a thrill down your spine.

“I dunno,” you murmured, trailing your fingers lower. “You’re the one shaking, Caleb.”

He let out a choked noise when you palmed him through the fabric, his hips jerking up into your touch. “Shut up,” he tried, but there was no bite behind it. If anything, he sounded needy.

You tugged at his waistband, watching his breath stutter as you freed him from the confines of his pants. His cock was flushed, leaking at the tip, and he twitched at the cool air. You pressed a teasing kiss to his stomach, grinning when he sucked in a sharp breath.

“You’re so hard already,” you whispered. “Is it ‘cause I let you suck on my tits, Caleb?”

His face burned. “Pipsqueak—”

You cut him off by pressing your tits together around his cock, watching as his head fell back against the pillows. His lips parted, breathless, and you felt a rush of satisfaction at the sight.

“Shit,” he whimpered, hands gripping the sheets. You rolled your hips slightly, adding just enough pressure as you moved, and he cursed under his breath.

He was falling apart so easily.

“You’re so sensitive,” you teased, lifting yourself slightly before pressing back down, letting his cock slide between the soft warmth of your chest. “You like this, don’t you?”

He let out the most pathetic whimper, his hips bucking up into you. “F-fuck, yes.”

You leaned in, letting your breath ghost over the head of his cock, and his entire body tensed. His thighs trembled as you flattened your tongue against the tip of his cock, licking up the precum that had gathered there.

Caleb moaned, gripping the sheets tighter. “Pipsqueak—please—”

You smirked. He was begging now?

“Please what?” You dragged out the words, slowing your movements just to watch him suffer.

His head snapped forward, eyes blown wide with desperation. His lips parted, trying to form words, but all that came out was desperate, breathless whimper.

God, he was so easy to break.

And you weren’t done with him yet.

Caleb was falling apart beneath you. His chest heaved, his fingers twitching where they gripped the sheets, completely at your mercy. His cock throbbed between your boobs, slick with his own precum, and every time you moved, his breath hitched like he was this close to losing himself.

“Look at you,” you murmured, pressing your chest together tighter around him. “So needy… you can’t even handle this, can you?”

He whined, actually whined, his hips jerking up involuntarily. “F-fuck, please—”

“Please what?” You slowed your pace, teasing him, watching his face twist in frustration. His cheeks were flushed, his lips parted as little breathless moans spilled from them.

“Please—ah, shit—please don’t stop.” His voice was wrecked, desperate. “I-I can’t—fuck, I need—”

You smirked, shifting slightly to let your tongue flick over his tip again, tasting the heat of him as he shuddered beneath you.

“Need what, Caleb?” You licked up the underside, slow and deliberate, watching the way his muscles tensed. “Say it.”

His fingers flexed, then clenched the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. His body was trembling, barely able to handle the way you had him trapped between your softness, teasing, dragging out every second just to watch him crumble.

“I need—fuck—I need to cum,” he gasped. “Please, pipsqueak, I—ahh—please.”

God, he was pathetic. A trembling mess beneath you, completely at your mercy, begging like he’d fall apart if you didn’t let him have it.

You smirked, pressing your soft tits even tighter around his cock, moving faster, watching the way his body tensed, the way his thighs shook.

“Then cum for me,” you murmured, licking your lips as his breath caught.

Caleb let out a choked moan, his hips bucking up into the warmth of your chest, his entire body shuddering as he finally broke. His grip on the sheets tightened, back arching as he came undone, spilling between your pillowy tits with a wrecked gasp of your name.

You watched him, drinking in the way he trembled, the way his body sagged into the mattress, utterly spent. His breath was ragged, eyes hazy as he stared at you like you had completely ruined him.

And maybe you had.

His fingers twitched, weakly reaching for you, but he didn’t have the strength to pull you close. You leaned over him anyway, pressing a teasing kiss to his sharp jaw.

“You’re so easy, Caleb,” you whispered. “I might have to do this more often.”

His breath hitched, and even in his wrecked state, you could feel him twitch against your thigh.

Yeah. He was definitely yours now.

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[hyunsvngs]

Ot8 and the little pain face they would make when sliding in >>>

(hellowww my exams are over so I'll be sliding in w my perv thoughts hehe pls bear w me 🤭)

-❄️

iiii have been thinking abt this since it dropped in my inbox but i have been so intensely busy but it’s still been bouncing around my brain like a dvd standby screen.

chan: chan is sooo eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, letting out a little ‘oh, fuck, baby…’ just in pure awe. likes to look at your facial expressions too!! he wants to see you in pleasure like he is…

minho: i’ve spoken about this before but imagining minho pushing in and going ‘theerrree you go baby, big stretch..’ and his eyes are staring down at you, his chest heaving and little puffs of air coming out of his mouth

changbin: changbin would whine. he’d scrunch his nose up ever-so-cute, little pout on his lips and a whine as if he can’t fucking believe it!! probably says smth like ‘ah, binnie’s bunny’s too tight!’ as he tries to let u adjust:((

hyunjin: he’d smirk. pushes inside and his head falls back, eyes shut and he’d just fucking smirk, a little sigh coming out.. ‘that’s it. pussy’s fucking amazing, darling.’ !!!!

jisung: oh he’d so look in pain. his eyes are immediately teary when he breaches your hole, hands digging into your hips almost painfully and he’s staring down with you with such an earnest expression. ‘baby, my baby, i need- can i move?’ wants to be so good but hes soo desperate:(

felix: another smiler but definitely a full toothed grin lmfao. his dick’s slowly entering you and he’s smiling, looking like a fucking angel n jus saying ‘is that good? feels so fuckin’ good for me.’ in his deep voice oh hes SOOO

seungmin: oh definitely stares at you with dark eyes, and will NOT let you break eye contact. ‘don’t you fucking dare,’ he’d mutter it as he’s bottoming out, gripping your face, ‘don’t fucking look away from me, look at me as i fill you up.’

jeongin: bites your shoulder and moans so so loud as he fills you up with his cock. definitely the type to be all “ah, yeah, this wet pussy is exactly what i need.” ygm??? like SOOOO cocky with it… ohhhh yes. i think sometimes he’d like to also do a seungmin and keep eye contact with you 😏

[ghoulishhx]

PLEASEEEE #5 from the smut list PLEASE im begging. i'm going thru a lot of intense therapy that makes me delve into a lot of my childhood sexual trauma and i have taken up the habit of having compassion for myself (because that's the hardest part) through Frank as silly as that is.

I feel like he's already so attentive and worshipful but like...with a reader who has such a complex relationship with her body that goes past insecurity...idk but i know you'd write it well

5.) body worship

hi my love!! i wanna apologise for this taking me so damn LONG. i started it in my drafts, and i didn't look at my drafts for a couple weeks and here we are. i hope you enjoy this!! i hope you were ok with me making reader plus!size, this request went hand in hand with another one from my wife @carbonfiction so i thought i may as well combine the two! ok ily enjoy!!

MDNI 18+

My Masterlist!

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Pairing: Frank Castle x PlusSize!Reader

Contents: SMUTTT!!! very fluffy too, mirror sex, frank talks you through touching yourself, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up irl please ty), squirting, praise, talking you through it, reader isn't comfortable in her own body, brief oral (F recieving)

Wordcount: 2.2k

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✦ pretty girl

“Babygirl, where are ya?” you hardly hear the lock to your shared apartment being turned, the sound of Frank’s heavy combat boots against the hardwood floor as he approaches your bedroom distant. “There ya are- well fuck me, doll.. ‘S that new?”

Your boyfriend's jaw drops to the floor in a comical fashion at the sight of you. He instantly thought the worst when you didn’t respond to him calling for you as he came home, now he can see how wrong he was. His eyes practically bulge out of his skull as his gaze drags along your barely clothed body, trying on a new set of lingerie. The swell of your large breasts poking over the (slightly too small) thin lace brassiere, a dainty bow resting above the underwire between your tits, paired with a high waisted pair of panties. The view of you from the side instantly rushes blood to his cock, making him impossibly hard from what he’s seeing. The panties accentuate the plush skin of your hips and ass, your love-handles poking out alluringly from the bottom as the fabric clings onto your backside, deliciously enunciating the curves and leaving not much to the imagination. The icing on the cake, above your underwear sits a garter belt, hoisting sheer mesh stockings that sit perfectly around the plush of your thighs. Frank’s surprised he hasn’t come in his jeans already just from the sight.

“Oh hi Frankie, I didn’t hear you come in.” you softly speak, turning to him, blushing at the way he’s looking at you. “Do you like it? I got it today, but I’m not sure..”

“Like it? Shit baby you look fuckin’ gorgeous..” he can’t help but reach out and touch you, shuddering at the feel of the soft fabric against his calloused fingers, gripping slightly at your skin as he traces his hands all over you, toying with the material, stopping at the dips in your hips. “What is there to be not sure about, doll?” 

“Hmm I don’t know, don’t ya think it makes me look.. I dunno.. Big..?” your face flushes as you timidly squeak out your query, feeling so bare and vulnerable in front of Frank. He’s seen every inch of you naked many times by now, but this feels like a whole other territory. 

“Sweetheart..” he begins as he slips himself behind you, hugging tightly around your stomach as you both face the large mirror in front of your bed, you can’t help but gasp at the feeling of his arousal poking into your back. “Too big? You're kiddin’ me right baby? You're just damn right. Damn beautiful..” 

“Frankie..”

“Shh baby.. You look so fuckin’ pretty. Tell me, tell me ‘I’m pretty’ sweet girl.” he whispers into your ear as he begins kissing behind it, trailing down your neck eliciting small moans from you as he tastes and sucks marks into the sensitive skin.

“Frank.. I-I can’t..” you whine, bucking your hips into his crotch, your desperation apparent. He halts the assault on your neck as he grabs your wrist, pulling your arm behind your back and placing your soft hand on his bulge. Fuck was he hard, he felt so hard in your palm you were sure it probably hurt.

"You’re lyin’ to y'self sweetheart. Prettiest fuckin' thing I’ve ever seen.. See what ya do to me? Huh? Feel that?" he starts rubbing your hand up and down his clothed length. His breathing deepens, growling into your ear from the touch of your hand. “All from lookin’ at ya pretty girl, ya drive me insane.”

He spins you around to face him as he captures you in a bruising kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth as you swirl your own against his. Your free hand grasps the side of his face, pulling him closer into the kiss as you touch him through the rough denim with your other hand. Frank’s hands rest on your lower back, moving them downwards to your ass as he deepens the kiss, grabbing at the plush skin, kneading the fleshy dough. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as you rub his cock, needing more of him. He picks up on your neediness, spinning you back around to face the mirror.

“F-Frankie? What are yo-”

“Want ya to show me somethin’, okay? Want ya to show me how pretty you are when ya touch yourself f’me.” His tone is unwavering as he lowers you both to the ground, sitting you in between his large thighs as he rubs his hands up and down your own. “That okay with you, pretty girl?” You desperately nod, your need consuming you.

“Attagirl doll, make y’self feel as good as you look.” He hums appreciatively as you pull your drenched panties to the side, slipping a finger over your slick core, accumulating your wetness as you begin delicately toying with your clit. The view of yourself spread out in front of you makes you bite your lip, looking away as your skin flushes, feeling embarrassed to be witnessing yourself so lewdly.

“No way sweetheart, eyes forward okay?” he firmly grips your jaw, forcing you back face to face with your reflection, catching his own lust blown eyes in the process. “Want ya to see how pretty you look. No shyin’ away.” he tilts your head as he peppers kisses along your jawline. You mewl from the pleasure, eyes on your dripping centre, your flushed chest as your breasts heave with each breath, Frank’s light touches all over your body as he grips at your chest, squeezing and tugging at your pebbled nipples.

“That’s my girl, shit you look so good. Ya feelin’ good doll?” he groans as he runs his hands down your body, stopping at your soft stomach, rubbing comforting circles into the skin.

“Mhm Frankie.. S-so good.. Need you though, please..” you whine as you push your back against his firm chest, reaching behind you to grab at his hair as you meet his eyeline, needing him more than you ever have before.

“You’ll have me soon enough sweet girl, wanna watch ya fall apart f’me first, okay? You’re close, I know you are.” his lips return to your neck, licking stripes along the skin under your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Your pace quickens as you flick at your throbbing clit, thighs trembling from the pleasure as your arousal drips down from your hole to the wooden floor beneath you. His hands move down to your legs, holding them firmly, stabilising you as ecstasy begins to take over you. He can’t help but move his fingers towards your entrance subconsciously, needing to feel you come undone around his digits. You welcome his fingers and sigh at the relief as your gummy walls clench around him.

“Fuck Frank.. I-I’m coming.. Shit” you whimper as your orgasm consumes you. Your hips jerk violently from the sensation, your moans of his name and curse words interrupted by broken sobs as you gush around yours and Frank’s fingers, arousal coating the mirror before you.

“Good fuckin’ girl baby, makin’ such a mess just from watchin’ y’self. That’s it doll, so proud of ya.” he continues fucking you with his hand, selfishly obsessed with the way you writhe from overstimulation. You’re completely sexdrunk, a babbling mess as you whine from his touch. He reluctantly pulls his drenched fingers from your hole as he places them into your mouth. You greedily suck them dry, swirling your tongue as you lap up your juices. You can feel his cock twitch on your back from the action, the hardness even more apparent. 

“I need you Frank.. Please..” you turn around to him as you straddle his legs, pawing at his chest as you grind your soaked hips onto his lap, drowning his jeans.

“Tell me that you think you're pretty, baby, ‘n I’ll give ya what ya want.” he whispers, reaching to your face and brushing the stray hairs behind your ear.

“W-what? Why do I have to-”

“Two simple words, doll, that’s it. Then you can have me.” his eyes bare into you as you flush even more under his gaze. He notices your hesitation, your refusal to say those words. 

“You’re tellin’ me ya still don’t think you’re pretty after watchin’ what I just saw, huh? Shit doll I think we gotta get those eyes tested.” he moves from beneath you, as if to stand up. You grasp at his clothes, holding him in place.

“I’m pretty, Frank. I’m really.. fucking pretty.” you whisper so softly between gritted teeth, the words almost silent as you close your eyes tight. The room falls quiet for a few moments as you peek at him through your eyelids. His face is covered by his iconic, cocky shit-eating grin. You open your eyes fully and smile back as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Damn fuckin’ right, my pretty girl.” he raises you both to your feet as he reaches below your ass, picking you up, instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as he consumes you with another intense kiss. He places you down on the bed behind you both on your back, as he begins stripping his clothes (fucking finally, you thought.) You spread your legs in front of you, smiling up at him as he begins slowly pumping his cock above you, eyes locked onto your body. Typically you’d shy away from such an action, but tonight you truly felt as beautiful as he told you you were. 

Frank dips his head down to your chest, placing kisses across your breasts, licking stripes along every bit of skin shown to him as he kneels down face to face with your core. 

“Lookin’ like a fuckin’ dream baby, gotta taste ya real quick, alright?” you gasp as he begins devouring you, gripping your thighs with his hands as he pulls them into the side of his head, taking your spent clit between his lips as he suckles on the bundle of nerves. He moves his tongue lower to your entrance, fucking you with his muscle. “Taste like a fuckin’ dream too.. Shit..”

You wrap your fingers in his hair, tangling the strands as you grind your hips into his face.

“Needy fuckin’ girl, ain’t ya?” he coos, the vibrations making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “I can’t wait anymore to feel ya.” he pulls his face from your cunt and slams his lips onto yours. The heady taste of him and your arousal makes your head spin as you clench around nothing, aching for him inside of you.

He doesn’t waste anymore time as he rubs the head of his cock along your folds, accumulating your slick as lubricant as he pushes himself inside of you. His thickness always shocks you as he splits you in half with his length. You whine as he sheathes himself fully inside of you, filling you to the brim with his sex. His head instantly touches your cervix, so deep inside of you. He looks to you for any signs of discomfort, and you offer him a desperate nod to start moving. He picks up on your pleas and begins thrusting into you. His pace is both passionate and rough, primal desire taking over him.

“Feel so fuckin’ good sweetheart, so tight f’me, so pretty.” He moans above you as he slams his hips into yours, hands resting on your stomach as he ruins you. “This pussy was fuckin’ made f’me.”

“Mhm Frankie.. Oh god you’re filling me up so good, feels so good” the noises leaving your body are sinfully so beautiful to listen to. Frank’s addicted to you, the way you look, feel, sound. He groans at his view, you arching your back off of the bed as you grasp at the bedsheets white-knuckled. He knows he won’t be able to last much longer, you looking as good as you do, feeling as good as you do clenching around his cock. He knows you are also close, the way your body twitches beneath him shows that much.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Let me have it.” He slams harder into you, moving his thumb down to toy with your clit, revelling in the way your moans have pitched up. It’s not long before you’re milking him dry, silent moans leave your agape jaw as coaxes out your squirt. Your orgasm coats him, soaking the bed sheets beneath you as he growls at the pulse of your cunt. 

His thrusts begin to falter as his own release approaches, One.. Two.. Three more thrusts and he's spilling his hot, sticky seed inside of you, painting your walls white as he drains himself into you. He groans with each pulse of his cock, gripping at your waist, thighs, hip dips to ground himself. He collapses on you with a deep breath, fully spent and pussydrunk. He plants kisses all along your face and chest, pulling you close to him. 

“My gorgeous girl, look so damn perfect, did so good f’me.” Frank whispers as he wraps his hand around the side of your head, pulling you back to look at him. “My pretty girl.”

“Your pretty girl, Frankie. All yours.”

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a/n: this was veryy self indulgent so i hope thats ok!!

my inbox is open!

[sleepybunny19]

hii everyone this is my about me ^^

my name is bunny and i’m 19 !!

my kinks are bondage, breeding, cnc, degradation, dumbification, mask play, praise, and somnophilia :))

im a sub that can be kind of bratty i guess? idk LOL

this is my first blog like this so i’m very new to this stuff loll

i dont send pics esp to new ppl srry :P

pls dni minors !!!!

ty for reading byebye >_<

[leaentries]

nico taking extra care of reader when on her period and him just being so in tune with her every sign and need

nico is just a huge teddy bear and i will die on that hill

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It’s around 3:30 by the time nico is back at his apartment. As he texting you, he can’t help but notice something’s off about the way you’re talking to him. Shorter replies, the lack of wanting to come over, even your lack of exclamation marks is setting off red flags in his mind.

This goes on for about an hour until you stop responding all together. Nico tries his best to wait patiently but his own worry and protectiveness gets the better of him.

Nico doesn’t waste another second before grabbing his keys and heading over to your place. He drives over in complete silence, his mind plagued with worry and the possibility of you being mad or upset with him. He ticks off everything he did yesterday, trying to see if it would have set you off or angered you. Pulling into your complex, he quickly parks his car and practically runs up to your apartment.

Knocking on the door, he waits for a moment, biting his lip anxiously when you don’t answer. Eventually, he grows too impatient and grabs the spare key under the rug and lets himself in.

“Schatzi?” Nico calls gently, waiting to hear the familiar cadence of your voice, but frowns when it never comes. His heart begins to beat harder against his chest as his feet carry him quicker around your apartment.

Finally reaching your room, he quietly pushes the cracked door open, letting out a breath of relief as he finds you curled up in your blankets asleep. He moves carefully to sit beside you on the bed, using his hand to feel the back of your forehead. His eyebrows furrow when he feels that you’re not warm, which means you’re not sick. He looks around the room, noting the bottle of pain meds and the black cord that disappears under the blankets.

Ah.

Nico smiles softly, realizing that you must be on your period. He gently strokes your hair, cooing gently as he knows you must be in pain if you didn’t want to come over to his apartment.

At his gentle touches, your eyes begin to flutter open.

“Nico?” You mumble out, voice still heavy with sleep.

“I’m right here, schatzi.” He says gently, brushing some hair out of your face. “Do you need anything? Water? Chocolate? More pillows?”

You shake your head, “M’ okay. When did you get here?”

“Just a little bit ago,” He says softly, “I was worried about you. You didn’t want to come over and then you stopped responding. I thought did something to upset you.”

Shaking your head once more, you sit up fully with Nico helping support you. “No, I’m not upset with you…I’m just—“

“On your period.” Nico smiles, kissing your temple. “I put two and two together when I got here.” His face grows more serious, “You don’t have to hide that from me, schatz. It doesn’t gross me out or turn me off. You’re my girlfriend, I want to take care of you.”

You smile softly at his words, “Positive?”

Nico returns the smile, “Positive. Now, lay back down and I’ll get you what you need, okay?”

Nodding, you settle back into the pillows, knowing you can surrender yourself Nico. Knowing that he’ll cherish your body and well-being like the most precious thing in the world.