#as well as bush‚ cock‚ and tummy

[switch--blades]

nudes are fun until you're naked and cold

[osamucide]

NSFW—MDNI

boyfriend!Toji who swears he’s out of the game. he’s done the thing, got married and had a kid—when he starts dating you he promises himself it’s for companionship purposes only. he’s a lonely old man; he wants someone to fuck on, someone to kiss at night, someone to fill a certain void he’s got trouble placing let alone admitting to himself. you make him feel young and hot—the way your fingers creep up the faint trail of hair on his toned stomach, the way you lick his pecs and suck on his nipples and draw sounds out of him he’s not sure he’s ever heard before; you beg to ride his toned abs, beg to hump his muscular thigh, beg to squeeze his big ol’ tittes because the more of him to love, the better. not soon enough, it seems, it’s you begging him to fuck his fat load into you with his even fatter cock—you’ve got your hands on his abdomen, his hips, his chest, not pushing him away but pulling him ever closer, wanting to feel him, more, more, more; you want as much of him as you can get.

only when he’s fiancé!Toji does he really realize what you’re doing—you’ve done some sort of witchcraft on him. you’ve had to. no matter how much he hits the gym, he’s filling out in ways he never thought he would. you notice, too—but it doesn’t seem to bother you. quite the opposite, actually. when he turns to the side in the mirror, analyzing his gut—all the beer must finally be catching up to him, or maybe it’s your cooking—you just wrap yourself around him and dig your fingers into the layer of plush forming around his waist. the pretty little rock he put on your finger glints in the mirror and steals his attention for a second until you’re burying your face in his shoulder, your hands dancing beneath the waistline of his sweatpants—beneath his tummy—to tease the thick bush you insisted he stop grooming so vigilantly because you don’t mind, you had said with a hint of something else behind your coy smile. you hum as you take in his smell, grin as his cock twitches to life between your fingers, laugh a little when his back arches the slightest bit into you.

husband!Toji’s aware of what you’ve done, but he loves you too damn much to care. all of his musculature is soft and full, no longer hard and sinewy, and he’s never clean-shaven. you even implored him to let the tuft of hair on his chest—the one he was so unsure about—sprawl across his (now squishy) pecs and you just bask in him. you take your time with your husband—you bite the stretch marks on his biceps from his years of training, now cracking further, prettier, pinker under your hand. you grab on his lovehandles while you ride him—there’s far more room to dig your signature in with your nails after you’ve fed him so well. you bury your nose in the thick happy trail on his cute, round stomach before you suck him, seemingly worshipping every hair on his pelvis prior to taking him in your mouth. his fat balls seem bigger, saggier—you love fitting your lips around them, hearing him croon and call you dollface. his thighs, still strong but fluffier with both hair and chub, squeeze your head so lovingly when you go down on him; you squeeze them back with just as much adoration.

it’s no wonder Toji let you pull him off the bench. not only does he still feel young and hot, despite everything he thought would go out the window the second you started making him pasta in exchange for your orgasms and begging him to stay home and cuddle instead of going to hit arms—he feels okay with getting old, because you still think he’s the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on as long as you’ve got all of him to love.

[jilixthinker]

hii 👋🏻 i don't know if this has been written before but i saw it in a comment and wanted to read it for skz.... 👀

🎀you are asking to put a ribbon on his d🎀 aaaand the reactions and maybe the events that follow 🤭🤭

it could be changbin or 3racha or skz all separately, whatever you want 🩷

candy boy

=͟͟͞♡ changbin × fem!reader

=͟͟͞♡ ribbon challenge

word count: 1.2K

content warning: explicit sexual content, established relationship, sub!changbin, oral sex (m receiving)

a/c: this took forever and i am very sorry! but Binnie was so perfect for this and I just needed to give it a go. hope you’ll forgive me hun ❤️‍🩹

=͟͟͞♡ please consider reblogging if you like my works!

Changbin eyes are pleading, lashes long and pretty against his full cheeks and a tiny tear nestled on the corner of his eyes. He’s been watching you for several minutes now, as you diligently apply some makeup on his face. The blush you did choose for highlighting his features is of a pretty cool shade of pink, and it matches the lipstick that you carefully selected between the ones he picked earlier. It’s a little bit sticky on his lips, and it shines as if it was a layer of caramelized sugar. It surely gonna taste sweet.

“Baby…” he whispers, a small whine escaping from his parted mouth, “how long is it going to take?”

You finish brushing the blush on his cheekbones and pout at him. “Binnie, you promised that you were going to stay still.”

Changbin shifts from his position. He is sitting on a chair, in front of the wall mirror of your bathroom, and he is wearing nothing but a big fluffy sweater. Pink, of course. His plush thighs are parted and the shiny head of his small cock is peaking out from the soft bush of jet black hair just at the end of his happy trail. That is soft as well, you know that. He always use shampoo and conditioner on that as well, and you always spend an insane amount of time caressing and twirling your fingers around his curls. But not today. Today he has to wait.

“Yes, I know – but…” he continues, puffing some air out. The fabric of the sweater accentuates the softness of his chest, and you softly let your hand fall in between his clothed pecs, “it kinda hurts now.”

Your gaze ends up on the soft pudge of his tummy, barely covered by the only piece of clothing he is wearing and you pinch it between your thumb and index, making him shiver. “Does it?” you ask, fake sweetness on your tone. “That’s because you got all hard while I was making you pretty, baby. If it would have stayed soft, it wouldn’t hurt for sure”.

Changbin sighs and his cock twitches in between his legs. “I tried,” he insists, “but you keep touching me, it’s not my fault.”

That’s not completely untrue. You have been teasing him for the last 30 minutes. Your thighs purposely brushing against his bare skin and hands wandering on his chest and shoulders, lightly grazing at his nipples from above the fabric. He’s been waiting for you to finish his makeup, as you asked, but he got hard, that was almost inevitable.

But he was the one asking for this in the first place. You were peacefully testing some new products that you’ve been wanting to try for a long time, and he interrupted you by showing you a tiktok video of some guy doing something called “ribbon challenge”, demanding your attention and pleading you until you finally gave up.

And now there he is, flushed and aroused, pretty makeup applied on his round and soft face, and a small tight ribbon tied at the base of his chubby tiny cock.

The ribbon is pink – as his sweater and as his face – and the tie is constricting his length at the limits of decency. If he just had stayed soft, it wouldn’t hurt. But you did nothing to make him stay soft.

“And what do I have to do about it?” you ask. Your lips find their way to the soft spot behind his ear and you place a humid kiss there.

Changbin hiccups and a pleading whine leaves his lips once again. His cock is bobbed against the fat of his inner thigh and the curls above it curls are glistening with a few drops of white precum. The ribbon stands cutely just an inch below that, the pink color in contrast with the redness of his length. The tip leaks just a pearl of dense liquid from the slit and Changbin eyes run to yours.

“I’ve been good. Please. Please, I’ve been good. Am I not pretty?” he asks as his cock tries to gain some friction by closing his legs a little. Your own knee quickly stops the movement, slotting in between his sturdy thighs.

“You are so pretty, Binnie. The prettiest,” you concede, pressing another languid kiss on the corner of his sticky lips. “I was just teasing you. What do you want, baby? You want my lips?”

Changbin almost mewls at your question and he nods furiously, making you chuckle. “Yes, please. Please, your mouth. Need s’ much, Binnie needs it.”

His cockhead bumps again his belly as you shift from your position to kneel down on the floor. The slap on the skin is lewd and wet, and it draws a thin stripe of precum on his bellybutton. Changbin soft grunts are delicious and you always try to elongate this moment more than you can just to feel him becoming restless under your touch. But today you played with him enough, and you decide to give him what he’s asking for as you lower you face, filling your lungs with his strawberry scent and finally mouthing at his shaft before grabbing the base of his cock with two of your fingers.

Changbin hisses what sounds like a curse, and you cup his balls with your other hand, suckling just at the gummy tip and swirling your tongue around it. “Like this, baby? My sweet candy boy wants me to eat him up like this?” you breathe, giving another kitten lick on the underside of the puffy head.

Changbin gulps again. “Yes. Oh god, please, yes. Thank you, thank you.” he pants out, teeth biting the fat of his bottom lip.

You smile mischievously as you grip his length, slapping his cockhead against your tongue. You do it a few times until Changbin is a shivering mess above you, and a spurt of white liquid shoots out of him. You use your thumb to spread it on your lips, mimicking the way you applied the clear lipstick on him.

“Baby, ah– please,” he keens as you slap his cock on your wet muscle a few more times before his hips buck forward and you curl your fingers around the base of his length once again. He lets out a shuddering breath, and with a quick movement you sink your head down to engulf the entirety of him.

When you feel him twitching against the roof of your mouth, you detach from his cock with a pop, hand lazily cupping one of his balls and rolling it on your palm. “Binnie, baby,” you coo, “I want to have fun too.”

Changbin pants heavily and hisses a painful whine at the loss of your heath. His cute face is flushed with a thin layer of sweat and the lipgloss is imperceptibly smudged on the corner of his lips. “W-what do you mean?”

You smile, and you nose at his tummy, biting it softly. “I mean…” you puff as you start a slow rhythm of stroking his aching girth, “that it would be so nice if you could pop that little ribbon with this cute little cock of yours. What do you think about that, baby? Can you get hard enough?”

Changbin eyes are glassy and teary, but he nods nonetheless. “I can. Binnie can.” he mutters in between his teeth, cock already engorged and impossibly red under your lustful gaze. “Binnie can make it,” he assures you with devotion. “Can make it pop.”

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[ccscocoapuffs]

Aegon Targaryen NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Super Clingy, he wants you to hold him close to your chest and play in his hair. Maybe let him softly suck on your nipples while he lets out soft whines from coming down from his high. He adores skin to skin as well afterwards. If you were into to trying it he would love to cock warm with you and fall asleep still inside you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His favorite part of himself is honestly probably his dick, the boy cherishes that thing, its probably the thing he uses the most on his body as well lmao. He is 100% a tit man, sucking them, biting, fucking them, it doesn't matter he adores your tits, he adores them no matter the size as well.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He loves cumming inside you no matter what, it inflates his ego to astronomical levels to see himself leaking out of you knowing that he is the only one who gets to fill you with his cum. If you dom him though make him cum all over his tummy and lick it off of him and he will go absolutely feral.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Definitely has stolen a pair or two....or more of your panties for him to wrap around his dick when you aren't around to please him. He loves the feeling of the soft lace going up and down his cock while he pleasures himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He is pretty damn experienced in the world of sex, i mean come on the man is a bit of a man hoe. (We love our little sad man hoe though)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) He loves trying all kinds of different positions with but he has two favorites to use with you. His first favorite is facing each other on your side with your leg over his waist and he will just thrust up into you while looking into your eyes. The second is cowgirl he adores when you ride him and take charge f the situation.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) He can really be both, sometimes he will be kinda goofy with you and make you chuckle then other times he is so into the feeling he gets from having sex with you that he just kinda zones out and becomes more serious into the moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He has a very small bush o hair that borders on being a darker shade of a blonde, it certainly doesn't match the gorgeous silver hair that adorns his head. He doesn't really keep it tidy, but keeps it managed if that makes sense.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Depending on the mood of the moment, he can either be very intimate with you and kiss up your neck while he tells you how much he adores you or he can be very straight to the point which is what tends to happen of the point of having sex that day to simply make a heir.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He masturbates alot, even though you two have each other he just enjoys pleasuring himself when the moments you two can't be together arise. As I mentioned before when he does masturbate he usually wraps a pair of your panties around his cock and will moan the filthiest shit as if you are right there with him. "Oh fuck....baby....feels so good wrapped around me like that".

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Mommy kink Slight bondage feel like he might have a bit of a lactation kink as well pegging light spanking (like put him over your knee and give him a light smack to his ass, don't worry you'll see more of this later)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He doesn't give a flying fuck where you two have sex but his favorite place is without a doubt the throne. He loves setting you on his lap and letting you ride your king till he spills himself deep inside of you on the most wanted seat in the seven kingdoms.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Everything, Aegon stays in horny mood 24/7. He would get really into things though if you initiate things, like walk up to him and whisper in his ear "Be a good boy, Aegon and I'll reward you with your pretty cock in my mouth.""

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) I think Aegon would be very firm on never hitting him, he doesn't mind you smacking his ass or something like that but never hit him in the face. It would just bring back alot of memories about Alicent he doesn't wanna have at that time.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He loves to eat pussy, he would lowkey tell you it's his favorite meal. You will 100% have to push him away from you to get him to stop fucking you with his tongue. He will keep on till his face is soaked in your release.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) He doesn't have a preference on the pace sometimes he wants fast and rough other times he wants a slower pace and to savor the moment. He leans towards being slower and sensual more often then anything else.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He loves a good quickie, especially the ones where anybody could walk in at any second. His favorite place for a quickie is the dining room table, he loves to just bend you over it and fuck you to his hearts desire.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Oh he is definitely risky, he likes the thrill that comes with being so risky. We have already mentioned a few of the risky things he likes to do such as stealing your panties and the quickie locations.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Usually about 2 back to back, though if you have sex several times throughout the day then he can go for many more rounds then generally.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He definitely owns a few dildos, both for you and for him. He loves being pegged as well so there is for sure a strap somewhere in his room.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He definitively likes to tease and make sure you know that he is being extra needy for you. However if you tease him then he will be a whining mess.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Loud, he doesn't care who hears. If the whole castle hears him getting fucked then so be it, he will let out the loud whines and whimpers. If you peg him he may actually scream when he cums.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) When he's been a brat bring him to your chambers and lay him over your knees. Give him soft spankings while telling him "Mommy wants you to be a good boy for her *Smack* I want you to learn to not be a brat *Smack*" 9 times out of ten he will whimper back "I'll be go mommy, promise"

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Aegon is about 6 inches in length and has a medium sized girth. He is just big enough to make you feel the most sweetest stretch. Don't be fooled though he can still shove it down your throat and make you choke on it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) It's Aegon, he is possibly the horniness person in the world. He wants you all day everyday which I feel makes his yearning in the category of VERY VERY high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Almost instantly, He wants to be snuggled up to you first before getting nice and coxy under the blankets. He would adore if you played in his hair while he drifted to sleep.

[spinecouture]

nsfw alphabet — daryl dixon

a/n: all canon events cus i say so! very opinionated. yes, i am insane.

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

daryl isn’t exactly warm and cuddly. aftercare doesn’t come naturally to him. the first time you have sex, and you latch onto his arm, he sort of just freezes. he’s never had anyone who wanted to snuggle with him. he lets you, but he doesn’t really reciprocate. he’d do anything if you asked, sure, but it’s a process.

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

he loves your hips. little waist, hip dips, chunky thighs, tummy. it’s primal—he loves the little V pointing him directly to your cunt. an ass man, too, definitely. if your shorts ride up, oh, he’s melting.

he really doesn’t think about his own body a lot, but he knows he’s got nice arms. thick, muscly biceps, he loves the way you cling to them whenever you can. he likes being able to pick you up at a moments notice.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

eats his own when he’s alone fs i don’t care. it’s easier than finding a towel and wiping it up. whatever, it’s protein, right?

but he doesn’t expect you to enjoy his cum. of course, you would, lapping it from his tip greedily and making him swoon. he secretly adores when you swallow, ‘so good, takin’ it all.’ the feeling of unloading in your mouth (or cunt) makes his knees wobbly.

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

daryl can be a sub little princess sometimes! he’d never ever admit it aloud, but if you praise him during sex, purring some ‘good boy,’ ohhh, he’s a goner. he loves when you take the lead, when you boss him around tellin’ him how you want it. you’d make fun of him, only to get shoved around for it later, because he’s still a dom at heart.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

eh. he’s had sex, definitely, but he’s not a sex god by any means. he’s awkward, uncoordinated and hesitant unless he’s having sex with the same person consistently. even then, he’s not super experimental, constantly worried about hurting the other person. if you two are dating, he takes things slow and definitely doesn’t make the first move. he waits for you to start something, finding your pace and matching it.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

cowgirlllllll all the way. he loooves seeing you on top, rolling those hips. if you have rolls, he’s all over it, squeezing and pawing at your soft skin. watching you bounce on his cock, seeing it bulge in your tummy has him reeling. that way, you have full control of how much you want, how fast you want it. he can finally relax, and let you take control. reverse cowgirl is hot, too, giving him a beautiful view of your ass as it wobbles atop him.

otherwise, doggy is a safe bet. you can always count on daryl to hold your hips the right way, hit it just so to make you melt.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

definitely not a goofy man, but a flustered mess, yes. blushing profusely, grumbling little ‘shuddup’s when you tease. he’s not one to make jokes during intimacy, but it’s mostly because he’s too focused on the task at hand.

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

idk who said he’s well groomed but uh… that man does not own a razor. whatever hair he’s working with stays, and while you may convince him to shower regularly, he will not tame the bush (i like a hairy man, what can i say?). chest hair, armpit hair, back hair. god, he’s like a bear.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

daryl is not a romantic, not a smooth talker, not a flirt. but if he loves someone, he isn’t going to have sex unless he can handle the emotional aspect. he’s not going to call you his baby, not going to whisper sweet nothings, but he’ll tell you he loves you. he’ll praise you, tell you you’re doing so well. maybe he’ll stroke your hair (before pulling it), or kiss your neck softly.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

daryl doesn’t jerk it often. hell, he wouldn’t even think to do so unless he was falling for someone. when he finally admits to himself that he has a crush, it opens up a can of worms, and those worms are horny. i imagine he’d hold out until he was going mad, pressed against a tree in the woods or the side of a shed, fisting his cock trying to relieve himself quickly. he’s huffing and puffing, trying desperately to get rid of the arousal. i feel like he either can’t cum, or edges himself until he just falls apart. definitely struggles with shame afterwards, staring at his load sitting in the dirt, panting and sweating. if he can’t cum, oh god, he’s stiff and irritable for days. whining and close to tears as he jerks himself till it hurts, bucking his hips mindlessly.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

daryl has a complex relationship with sex, i feel like that is obvious. he’s fairly vanilla. but if he’s comfortable, he may open up about some stuff he might be into. i don’t feel that he’s had a chance to explore a lot of those kinks, but he’s definitely stroked his dick thinking about them. he’d moan if his hair got pulled during sex, or if you claw at his back in missionary. primal stuff gets him going; sex is a very primal thing for him. he’d love to fuck your throat, despite hesitation and concern for your wellbeing. he’d need a lot of reassurance to really explore his kinks.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

he’s not an exhibitionist, he’s not willing to do things in public, buuuuut!!! going back to the primal aspect of sex, doing it in the woods would be so hot to him, although he’d be hesitant. if you reassure him, he’ll fuck you anywhere, really. but against a tree, in the dirt, connected with nature, would get him going. otherwise, he’d love bending you over the couch, or the bed.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

daryl is not interested in PDA, and is very stubborn about keeping sex to when you two have time alone. you won’t catch him getting hard during a supply run because you rubbed up against him (“knock it off!”). with that being said, what turns him on? domestic things. you’re washing dishes? he’s coming up behind you, nuzzling your neck. you’re cooking? let him paw under your apron. you could be sitting still, reading a book, and he’d get all hot. all he’d want for his lover is for them to be comfortable, healthy and safe. seeing you enjoying life would make him drool.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

like i mentioned earlier, he isn’t into PDA, public sex. if you tried to make the moves on him in front if the group, he’d shove you off, ignore you. sex, love and romance is private for him. he wouldn’t ever hit you, he won’t tie you up or gag you. he’s been through that on his own, and he does not want to recreate it.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

don’t get me started!!!! we all know daryl is a certified pussy muncher, eating you out with his whole body. he’s sloppy, drooling, slurping, sucking. he loves giving you head, doesn’t care if you haven’t showered, shaved, if you’re on your period. getting head is different, he’d be more hesitant to let you do it (“i wouldn’t put my mouth down there, why would i make you?”). once you did it, however, he’d be a total mess. whimpering, whining, struggling not to fuck your mouth. eventually, like i mentioned previously, he’d fall in love with throat-fucking you. once he found your limits, knew when to stop, how long to go for, he’d melt into it. of course, he’d only do it if you mentioned it. he’d be too nervous to ask for it.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

daryl is slow and hesitant, cautious and mindful. of course, once he gets permission, he might lose it a little, fucking you hard and fast. he struggles with self control, which is why sex is so hard for him. i imagine during sex, daryl might turn into a sweaty wreck, begging for you to tell him if he’s hurting you. he holds back for your safety, because he’s a big man, very strong, he could very well break you. generally, he wants to make it last, to ensure you’re satisfied. he doesn’t need to cum, as long as you feel good.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

again, daryl likes to make sex last, but time does not always call for that. if he’s comfortable enough, he may ask for a quickie, just to get some tension out. you might ask for one, and he’ll allow it if there’s time. it’s not his favorite thing, he’s pretty particular about when and where, but if he loves you, if he feels safe with you, he’ll do it.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

eh. i feel like the most he’d do is screw in the woods. if not for the apocalypse, yeah, i’m sure he would. but daryl is too much of a survivalist to take a lot of risks. especially with someone he loves, he won’t put your life in jeopardy for sex.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

oh boy!!! premature ejaculation daryl is canon per norman reedus himself, sooo… but! if he’s in a long-term relationship, stamina builds up, and he’ll go as long as he can to make you happy. he’ll torture himself if it means getting you off. overall, he’s not really down to go for hours and hours, he needs energy to protect his people, but he’ll do his best.

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

no!

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

hehe. he’s a major tease once he’s established a relationship with you. making little comments that he knows will rile you up, edging you until you cry. once he learns your boundaries, what makes you tick, whoo, you’re in for it. he loves toying with you, rubbing your sex until your squirming all messy and desperate. he’s constantly making fun of how needy you get, how bad you want it or how quick you cum.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s quiet, for sure, but those feral grunts and groans escape his lips. he works hard, pounding into your tight holes with conviction. he’s sweating, huffing and puffing like a wild animal. he never gets real loud, always extremely self aware (unless you’re giving him head / rimming him, then he’s a whiney mess!!).

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

daryl’s first time trying something freaky was nerve-racking. he was shaking, constantly asking if you were okay. you kept saying, “daryl, i’m fine, you haven’t even done anything yet.” he was just so nervous, so scared to hurt you. all you had asked was for him to choke you during sex, and he could barely manage. once he sunk into your tight heat, you placed his fingers on your throat. he hesitated before he wrapped them around, squeezing gently. you had to guide him, reassuring him every five minutes. until he found a rhythm, got close, thrusting into you as you clenched around him. every time you moaned, begged for more, his hand tightened.

now, every time you ask for him to choke you, he will oblige. he loves hearing your wheezes and croaks as he squeezes your neck.

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

FINALLY!!!! daryl isn’t a monster, but mans is thick. call me a psycho idc, somewhere around 5-6 inches, cut, veiny, fat. untamed bush, do not test me. dad bod for sure, but we know he’s fit as hell.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

daryl could go his whole life without sex. if he needs to cum, he can do it himself. once he’s in love, though, all he wants is to provide and protect. that includes pleasing you. he doesn’t have a high sex drive by any means, but if you’re home, pouting with those pretty eyes, how can he deny you?

z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

daryl is a snorer. he’ll try so hard to stay up, to keep you entertained after, but he works so hard, especially if you’re needy that night. coated in sweat and slick, he just passes out next to you.

[ryahtargaryen]

Aemond Targaryen NSFW alphabet

(my headcanons for my hotd ocv/dr) — MDNI

A — aftercare

aemond is prone to getting carried away with how hard he thrusts during sex. between him and his wife, sex is far from vanilla— so it is no surprise his wife may end up sore by the end of it. he is always quick to wipe her down and hold her close. he strokes her hair. kisses her face. he rubs her hips and her tummy. more often than not, his wife will fall asleep during this time for they like to fuck every night before bed.

B — biting

aemond bites. whether it is playfully on the lip to entice his wife as he kisses her or rough on the back of her neck as he pounds into her from behind, aemond loves to bite. leaving his mark on his wife is one of his guiltiest pleasures.

C — cock-warming

aemond loves to be inside his wife and will take any chance that he gets to make it happen. whether it be in the library with her sitting on his lap as they read, sipping wine on the sofa in their bedroom, or spooning her as they sleep, his cock will be sheathed inside of her like his sword at his hip.

D — dominant

aemond prefers a dominant role. there are times he likes to lay back and submit to his wife, but it’s more fun to take the reigns. with his wit and charm, it’s so easy to make his wife melt. he likes to be listened to and she listens so well. secretly, there is a guilty pleasure to be found in dominating the heir to the iron throne and it makes his cock unbelievably hard.

E — experience

aemond was inexperienced. he had never dabbled in any sort of sexual acts before marriage. his wife was his first and she is his only. he learned what felt good and what did not with his wife. present day, he has no trouble making either his wife or himself cum.

F — favorite position

it’s hard to pick his favorite until he thinks about how it feels to fuck his wife as he spoons her. to crawl into bed and slide in behind her to find her naked makes him instantaneously hard. he loves to grind against her ass and nip at her shoulders. he loves the way her hair smells. he loves to slide his cock inside of her and hold her close by slipping his hands around her and clutching her breasts within his palms. he loves to wrap his hand around her throat and murmur sweet nothings into her ear as he fucks himself into her.

G — grunting

aemond grunts. it is not often he moans. he only moans if his wife has teased him by delaying his orgasm for a prolonged period of time and he finally gets to spill inside of her. apart from those rare instances, he grunts. lowly. deeply. his voice is gravelly. his breath comes hard and fast. he grunts and grunts and grunts— and it turns his wife on to hear him make such a delicious noise.

H — hair

aemond has silvery blond body hair everywhere except his chest. he does not enjoy chest hair and is very thankful he does not grow a lot of it. he shaves it despite his wife wishing he’d keep it— what little of it there is. he has a silver happy-trail that leads down to a bush of blonde. as for his wife’s body hair, he cares not if she shaves.

I — intimacy

aemond struggled with intimacy when he and his wife first got married. despite being fit, he is a very skinny, lanky man. he had a hard time being naked in front of his wife since he was not buff or bulky like other men. he feared she would not find him attractive. his scar added to his worry. the first few times he lay with his wife, he refused to take his eyepatch off. he rarely took it off around anyone. he feared she would cringe from his touch if she saw the socket filled with a sapphire. present day, he is starkly different. he prefers being naked to sleep. he hardly wears his eyepatch when alone with his wife. he pouts if she does not give him attention. he showers her in affection and can hardly ever keep his hands off of her.

J — jacking off

aemond does not usually masturbate. if he is aroused, he will seek out his wife. if for some reason she is not around — which is entirely rare — he will palm himself through his pants. he enjoys teasing himself more so than touching himself. it makes him all the more eager to be inside his wife. besides, he doesn’t want to waste a drop.

K — kissing

aemond is a very tender kisser and he does not shy from kissing his wife in a room full of people. strangely — considering his tendency to be rough — his kisses are never vulgar. it is the one thing that consistently stays passionate and slow. he savors the way she tastes. when he does dip his tongue inside her mouth, he does not choke her with it. he enjoys biting her lips, but that is the extent of his roughness when he kisses his wife. he loves to cover her in kisses. her cheeks. her ears. her throat. gods, her throat. her breasts. her belly. her cunt. her thighs. her hands. kisses, kisses, kisses. she deserves each and every kiss and he’s more than happy to cover her in them.

L — location

anywhere. if his wife is willing, aemond will drop his pants anywhere. their bedroom. the library. the dragon pit. the sept. the dining hall. the throne room. the throne itself. he’s always wanted to fuck her on throne— but it is too dangerous. he will fuck her anywhere and anytime as long as she is safe and comfortable.

M — motivations

aemond’s biggest motivation/turn on is when his wife grinds against him. he’s weak to it. in bed at night, his wife will scoot back against him and grind her ass against him. if he is sitting on the sofa, she will climb into his lap and grind down against him. standing in a crowded room, she will press back against him and discreetly move her hips. it turns him on no matter the time or place.

N — no

aemond has a long list of yes, please and a very short list of no, thanks. the only things he has ever said no to are: trying polygamy (not that his wife has asked for it since they agree they don’t want to share each other), bondage (applies only to him because he hates being restricted), blindfolds (the thought of being completely blind makes him anxious), and silk sheets (he could not hold himself up on the silk sheets and he almost broke his wife’s nose head-butting her when he slipped).

O — oral

aemond loves oral. giving? receiving? he has no preference. he has crawled under tables and desks to lick and kiss his wife’s cunt. if he can hardly draw breath under the skirts of her dress or weight of her thighs, the better it is. he loves the taste of her. when it comes to receiving, he loves to fuck his wife’s mouth. he enjoys when she hangs her head off their bed and lets him use her mouth and throat. it makes his eye roll back every damn time.

P — pace

aemond moves hard and slow. he buries himself deep into his wife— hard and slow. the moans that escape her and the whines that slip from her lips are fuel to his fire. often, he quickens his pace only to return back the steady, deep thrusts. when he and his wife finally agreed to have babies, it was very easy to get her pregnant.

Q — quick

aemond is not a fan of quick sex— but that does not mean he will pass it up. if all he can get if five minutes, he’s going to savor those five minutes like a starving man with crumbs. instead, he enjoys taking his time with his wife and drawing her to peak after peak. he like to thrust hard and slow, which is why quickies are never enough to satisfy him fully. good thing his wife feels the same. they are quick to pounce on each other when they reconvene.

R — rough

aemond is rough. his roughness stems from passion. he fucks his wife with everything he has in him. even when they agree to be vanilla, he still pounds into her like his life depends on it. most times, it truly feels like it does. he enjoys pulling his wife’s hair. he loves biting her. he is not opposed to spanking her. every now and again, he gives her a firm but light slap on the cheek when they dabble in power play. the couple enjoys experimenting— and rougher kinks are some of their favorite. despite his love for being dominate and rough with his wife, aemond has never purposely hurt her to the point of tears and he never would.

S — stamina

aemond can go — at the very least — two rounds per night. for a whole day, it depends on what they did the night before. he often stays semi-hard after cumming which makes it easy to entice him into a second round. during sex itself, aemond lasts a decent amount of time. for the first round, he can last anywhere from 25 to 35 minutes. for the second around, he’s lucky to last over 10.

T — talking

aemond enjoys dirty talk. he loves to whisper into his wife’s ear about all the things he wants to do to her. he loves making her beg. he loves hearing her plead for more. he, too, loves to beg. he is unafraid to be vulgar with her. he is open about what he wants. if he wants to try something new, he tells her openly. communication is important to him. not only can it add to sex and spice it up, but because he only has one eye it can be hard to see everything going on. not only is he blind entirely on one side, but he has poor depth perception due to it. verbally guiding him during sex can sometimes be crucial— especially if he is drunk.

U — undress

he loves to watch his wife undress. he will sit at the end of their bed and watch. he enjoys helping her undo all the laces of her dresses. his cock stirs as he watches the fabric slip down her body. it never ceases to amaze him how perfect she is. he, too, likes to undress in front of his wife. while it took him a while to be comfortable with originally, he enjoys it now. he loves the way it feels to be watched by her. he loves to see the color rise to her cheeks as he undoes his belt. he loves the way she squeezes her legs shut at the sight of his pale skin. half the fun of being naked in front of her is undressing.

V — valyrian

aemond commands his wife in high valyrian. he uses high valyrian when he and his wife engage in rougher kinks. it makes him feel powerful. to smack her on the ass and whisper, “dohaerās,” into her ear makes him hard. serve me. when they try something new and he feels her tense, he tells her to be calm. “lykīrī,” he’ll murmur as he kisses her cheeks. be calm, my love.

W — whimpering

aemond will do anything to make his wife whimper. a whimper from his wife is enough to push him over the edge more often than not. he adores it when she whimpers like she’s in heat. rarely, he’ll whimper. it doesn’t happen often unless she is teasing him with her hands. when she rides him with the intent to top him, she will sometimes refuse to let him cum— and that will illicit an immediate whimper from him.

X — x-rated

aemond’s darkest kink is his affinity for kn!fepl4y. he does not enjoy drawing blood or harming his wife — they have never gone that far — but he does enjoy holding it against her throat. he enjoys the way she trembles with excitement and adrenaline. he has dragged the edge of his dagger along her thighs to open them. he has made her kiss the cold steel. he is always careful and never holds it to her while they fuck, but it adds an edge to foreplay that both of them enjoy.

Y — yearning

aemond is almost pathetic when it comes to yearning for his wife. there is only one thing that can break his stoic resolve— and that’s his wife. throughout the day he will see to his tasks, but the gods help him when his wife crosses his mind. he will fold like paper and sulk if she is not near. when she is near, he is desperate to hold her gaze, be inside her, or simply hear her voice. in crowded rooms, he is her shadow. he goes few places without her unless duty calls for it. when he does part ways with her, he gives her three kisses on the lips and always whispers, “i love you,” before he goes. his wife knows she is loved. she’s never once had to question it.

Z — Zzz

aemond falls asleep only once his wife has been properly taken care of after sex. the only time he is prone to falling asleep right after sex is if he is drunk or sick. as for his usual, common night, he enjoys holding her as she falls asleep. more often than not, he watches her fall asleep. he loves to play with her hair and see her expression soften as she drifts off. once he knows she’s asleep, he will rest his head beside hers and close his eye.

[livelaughlovetojiii]

“oh honey.” — jake sully ୭̥⋆*

jake sully x fem!reader

warning: STEPDAD JAKE. stepcast, daddy kink, choking kink, hair pulling kink if you blink, mating, clit play, overstem, p in v, unprotected. i thinks that’s it lmk if it’s not. not proof read because i’m tired!!

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pt.3

it’s been awhile since you thought your mom found out that you’ve been sleeping with jake until you asked around and found out it wasn’t your mom who had found you two it was your swore enemie. armokto. you hated him and everything about him.

you run up into the big crowd of boys in front of you grabbing armoktos arm and pulling him aside “what the hell y/n” he whispers to her “look i don’t know what you think you saw but it wasn’t what you think it is” you let go of his arm aggressively “well i don’t think i saw anything” he says.

“i know i saw your stepdad with his face buried deep into your pussy” he says bending down to your ear “and it was hot” you look back up at the tall boy before you. you’d never realized how gorgeous he was how muscular his arms are and how his cheekbones are perfect “what..?” your cheats raising and falling faster than normal, you feel the warmth spread from your tummy all the way through your core, he takes your cheek in the palm of his hand “i’ve always wanted to have my face buried deep into your little pussy, because i know you’d taste so sweet.” his warm tongue licks from the bottom to the tip of your ear. “armokto..” you whine when you feel his lips against yours. he was hungry. but hungry for you. your teeth clash together. moaning into his mouth when you feel his hand go down your loincloth rubbing your small clit until you feel a rough hand grab the back of your hair and pull your head away from his disconnecting y’all’s lips.

“that’s enough” is all you heard and you immediately knew you were in trouble. “hands off.” jake says stares at the teenage boy in front of him. armokto takes his hand out of your loincloth about to bring his fingers to his mouth to tease jake but jake grabs the boys hand and shoves his fingers in your mouth all while holding contact with him. “you don’t get to taste her.” he growls at the boy taking you by the arm and bringing you away from armokto “daddy m’sorry!” you try and get him to release you but he won’t let up.

when you finally get to a stopping point it’s right in front of a bush he wraps a hand around your neck “the fuck are thinking? hm?” he says his face getting closer to yours “trying to make me jealous huh?” he chuckles “well it worked.” his tone was dark and his eyes were locked on yours. “get on your knees.” he says not letting go of your neck, you don’t get down fast enough and he doesn’t like that so he shoves you down by kicking your knees apart. “open” he says but you don’t open. you want to get punished. you look up at him through your lashes with a pretty little smile on your face “oh you like this?” he smiles bending down towards you “don’t you?” he whispers before smashing his lips into yours tongue forcing itself into your mouth.

you moan into the kiss pulling away looking him in the eyes, and cupping his face “i see you” and when you say this it catches you off guard, you didn’t know you were falling for him for your stepdad “oh honey” the anger in his eyes fading away “i see you” his big hand storks your thigh. “what does this mean” you pant still kind of out of breath from the kiss “it means you’re my mate.” his eyes still locked on yours. lust clouds your mind and you pounce on him like an animal in heat making him fall back.

he grips your hips yalls lips connected when you start rutting your hips against his slowly “i need it” you whine with your hands on his chest “take it then baby” and with that you untie your loincloth with one hand while he unties his. his cock springs up swiping against your slit and hitting his stomach he groan at the feeling of his bulge being let free. you take his cock and wipe the pre cum off the tip with your thumb and sliding it into your mouth as you sink down onto his dick. “mmm” he hums at the feeling of your warm walls clenching him. you grind your pelvis into his your little clit rubbing against his skin. you lean back on your heals still grind and going a little faster actually as you’re using one arm to hold you self up you take the other one and cup his balls, his eyes shoot open and he groans “fuck, kid” his head falls back as he moans “you’re so good for me honey” his hands move from your hips to your things and down to your clit rubbing it as you massage his balls in one hand.

as much as you think jake forgot you were just kissing another boy he doesn’t, matter of fact he wants to fuck some sense into you, his moves his hands back to your his and flips you over onto your stomach keeping his dick inside you, “you think i forgot about that little stunt you pulled back there” he laughs “well i didn’t” he snaps his hips back ruts into you harshly making you scream out causing him to cover your mouth.

“you want the whole village to hear you’re step dad fucking you” you moan into his hand at the sentence, clenching around him getting wetter at what he said “mmm you do, don’t your? mhm my dirty girl” he groans. he moves the hand that’s on your mouth to your queue thinking he’s just gonna pull your hair but whenever you feel the enhance of pleasure, of breath, of sight, of smell of everything your realize he just made you his. you’re his mate now. that’s not your stepdad that your mate. you scream out his name knowing he’s yours now and no one can change it “let it out baby, fucking cum” he groan his orgasm approaching to. you clamp down on him tears streaming down your face as you cum all over his cock. loving every second of it. it becomes to too intense as jake cums inside you giving you his warm sticky seed. all you feel is pure bliss.

jakes panting behind you as he pulls out and flips you back around. looking at your fucked out expression “so beautiful” he bites his lip as he stares down at you making you cover your face with one hand and pull him down with the other “i love you” you whisper as he pulls you closer to his chest.

“i love you too.”

i wrote this in class hope y’all like it, thank y’all sm for 300 y’all mean everything to me but it’s two in the morning and i just finished this so have a good day or night to all my stars I LOVE YOUUUU💗💗

@jakesullyssluttt

[thatguywiththefaceog]

A Hand's on Lesson

An art trade with @ramdomaxes

Mrs. McGee decides to teach her son how to knock up June Chen...

Warning the following story contains both incest and fictional minors in sexual situations. If this makes you uncomfortable or are under 18 please do not read. This story is rated E for explicit and is for adults only. This story is a complete work of fiction.

Sharon was picking up forgotten clothes from the hall when she heard a noise coming from her son's room.

“Yeah, yeah. Like that.” Followed by a giggle and some slurping sound. She dared to peek into Darryl's room. Her son was sitting on his bed pants and undies around his ankles while June Chen from across the street sucked his little boy cock.

Darryl noticed Sharon peeking from the other side of the door. “Mom!”

June popped the dick out if mouth and stood up. Both of them started babbling at the same time. “Mrs. McGee! I'm so sorry I didn't mean to offend you.” “Mom, look you can't be mad at me you have dad so you know.”

“Wo, wow kids slow down. No one's in trouble. But I do have some questions.” Sharon sat down on the bed between the two tweens. “June, have you had your period yet?”

“Mom!”

June blushed. “Y-yes.”

Sharon smirked. “Oh really. June, do you love this family?”

“Of course I do Mrs. McGee.”

“Then would you want to be a part of it?”

“Mrs. McGee?”

“Or at the very least make one.”

“Mom what are you-”

“Yes.”

“Well then it's a good thing I'm here. June how about you bare Darryl’s child.”

June felt her throat go dry. “Yes.”

“Wait, hold on…”

Sharon put her hands all over June’s tummy. “Ah come on Darryl don't you want to see this all swollen? You know you what to knock all this up.”

Any retort the boy had was useless as his free dick gave the answer as it grew hard.

“Come on, this will be easier if we were all natural.” She pulled off her blouse and pulled down her jeans, leaving the older woman in a pair of black bra and panties. June looked over Sharon with envy. Fat folds in her stomach, huge ass, and her boobs were bursting out her bra. She could see why Darryl was so enamored with her mature body. Her hands reached back and undid her bra clasp letting the garment fall to the floor. Now free her heavy breasts sagged down. Dark brown areolas covered a large amount of Sharon's breasts, June noted.

Sharon slipped off her panties. June also could help but note that Mrs. McGee had a thick bush over her mound.

“Darryl, take it off,” Sharon chided her son. She said it casually, like she was preparing him for a bath.

The boy stepped out of his pants and pulled off his socks. His hoodie and tee were discarded next. He stood in front of both June and his mother in all his nude glory with his stiff lil boner sticking out.

The nude mother and son soon turned their attention to June. Sharon put her hand on June’s shoulder. “Your turn dear.”

June gulped. “Okay.” She pulled up the sweater the girl was wearing. Mrs. McGee then pulled off her socks. At this, June got the general message. She undid her skirt and pulled them down. Her tight shorts went next. She then pulled up her sweater. June was left in a pink pair of panties and a plain white tee shirt. She could hear her heart pumping 8n her ear at this point. While Darryl watched, Mrs. McGee pulled off her shirt. Her flat chest was exposed to the mother son pair. Her black nipples were already hard. With nothing left but her panties June slid them off. Unlike the mature Mrs. McGee, June was completely bald down stairs. The McGees noticed the shine of slick at her puffy lower lips.

Sharon put her hands on both their bare shoulders. “How about we pick up where you kids left off?” She led them back to the bed. “Okay, Darryl spread your legs. June, get started.” June obeyed and put her lips on Darryl’s tip. She went down, taking his little boy cock in her mouth. “Now don’t be afraid to use your tongue. Move it around.” She listened to her and swirled her tongue along to his shaft. Darryl began to whimper. Sharon petted June’s hair. “Goog, good. He likes it. Now you see his balls? Use your right hand to gently massage them.” June reached out and grabbed Darryl’s balls. “Careful, careful. Not too hard.” The sensations proved to be too much for the boy and he came. June’s eyes widened as hot seed was pumped down her throat. She tried to keep most of it in her mouth, but a lot dripped down her chin. Taking a napkin, Mrs. McGee cleaned her up.

“Aw that was amazing!” Darryl said.

“Darryl, don’t you think you should return the favor?” Sharon asked her son.

“Yes mom.”

“Here June, lie on top of me.” Sharon layed down, leaning against some pillows against the headboard. She beckoned the girl over. June laid down against her naked body. Sharon's breasts and stomach were soft and warm. June’s own pussy heated up. “Now spread your legs for me.” She nodded as June obeyed. “Good. Good. Darryl get over here and lay on your stomach.”

Darryl knew what his mother was getting. He got into position, his face right in June’s crotch. She looked on as she felt his hot breath against her privates. With his mother whispering encouragement and June whimpering, he ran his tongue along June’s slit. He dug deeper, pushing past her lower lips and licking her walls. Her slick coated his tongue.

“Ne, fuck!” Sharon patted the girl on her head as her son ate her out.

“Darryl, penetration is important but you're forgetting an important part, her clitoris” she pointed to the nub just above Darryl’s tongue. “Now what I want you to do is lick in a circular motion.That part is very important. Circular motion. And while you're doing that, use your index and middle finger to penetrate her vagina, okay?”

Her son nodded. June writhed and moaned as Darryl did what he was told. Her head between Mrs. McGee's wonderful pillows. Her hard nipples brushed against the girl's ears as her head turned.

“Nagh, shit shit!” June came, a burst of liquid squirted out of her sex onto Darryl’s tongue and face.

“That was great. You both did so well. June, are you ready to bare my grandchild?”

Still horny out of her mind, June nodded. Being young and full of life, Darryl was still very much hard. He got up and hovered over her. He grabbed his manhood and guided into June’s ready sex. She gasped as her virgin pussy stretched to fit his boyhood.

Sharon felt June’s body bump back into hers as Darryl thrusted into June. Her cute little tushy was rubbing up against her own hungry sex. Christ Sharon could feel the heat radiating from her down stairs. She sent her right hand down behind June until she found her own sex. Sharon gasped as her fingers penetrated herself. June’s buttcheeks rested on Sharon's knuckles.

She worked herself as the children rutted onto top of her. Darryl thrusted in and out of the neighbor girl. June looked into his eyes and pulled his head in for a kiss. Sharon started working her clit, furiously rubbing herself to her son’s own fucking.

“It's coming. I'm cumming. Fuck!”

All three of them came. June’s walls milked Darryl’s penis with each spasm as he shot load after load of warm seed deep inside her. Sharon came as well, her hairy snatch seeking fluids down. Several sperm cells swam into the girl's womb. They found the egg cell where one broke through the walls, successfully giving June a McGee child. Neither of them knew it yet as Darryl pulled his now soft dick out of June, letting the spare cum roll down her taint.

“Alright! You kids Okay? Did you have fun? June, how you feeling?”

She placed her hand over her stomach. “Full.”

Mrs. McGee chuckled at that. “Let’s get cleaned up.” She herded the naked childern into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and once the water was hot, three went in. Following her lead, the kids started lathering up their bodies, washing off the sweat and bodily fluids. As they washed Sharon hunched down, sicking her big bottom out. SHe let out a hearty moan as a stream of clear piss came out of her.

“Remember to pee after you had an orgasm. It’s very healthy for your urethra.”

Darryl shrugged and let himself pee right there inside the shower. His yellow pee swirled around their feet. “If it’s healthy," June thought as she let herself go. Pee fell down her thighs. After washing their feet, Mrs. McGee dried the two before sending June back home. It would be a few weeks before she would miss her period and had plenty of time to do it again in the meantime.

[purlty23]

sECONDO YOU SAY? I have a silly goofy headcanon that he has a personal Ghoul that waxes his ass because he loves to bottom for hung Ghouls and get his ass ATE (but he has a hairy tummy, legs, bush)

He also has spiderwebs tattooed under his top surgery scars 😙✌🏽

Well that got NSFT real quick huh? I love this headcanon, I think that's very true and I hope the ghoul loves their job. I hope he gets fucked by Mist every single day of his life for the rest of his life, in fact. I love bottom Secondo so much. So often he's seen as so rugged and toxicly masculine, but I know he's soft. I know it. He's my depressed sunshine boy in disguise I like to think he's a middle of the sandwich type of guy. Being used both ways, you know? Using everything he's got, ass and cock in equal measure

[transkittyboy]

It's hot so you drop an absolute cock throbbing sexy bed posted up tummy and bush combo picture? Unfortunate, tragic, but yet so amazing, drooling

;3 hey, if i'm gonna be stripping down, i might as well let y'all see it

[watchmegetobsessed]

THREE BIRTHDAYS

A/N: this is my gift to you guys for my birthday, thank you for being here for me and reading my works! hope you'll like it!

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

SUMMARY: A glimpse of three of your birthdays in the past 2 decades, all of them somehow connected to Harry.

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SIX

It’s a warm, sunny day, a blessing in April for people living in the UK. Trees are blooming, the sky is the most brilliant blue color and birds are chirping relentlessly, singing about the arrival of spring.

Today is your sixth birthday. Your mom says you’re a big girl now, but she’s been also calling you her baby all day, so you’re not sure if she truly means it.

Your grandparents are over at your house and some of your friends too. The birthday party has kicked off after lunch and you’re having a blast, especially because you got a new bicycle, it’s got rainbow colored wheels and a basket on the front, exactly what you wanted!

“Y/N! It’s cake time!” your mom steps out, carrying your cake that has six pink candles lit on top.

You and your friends run up to the table as your parents start singing Happy Birthday to you, everyone joining while you take your seat at the table, eyeing the cake happily.

“Make a wish, Sweetie,” your dad tells you when the song is over. You take a deep breath, close your eyes and think of what you want the most.

There’s a girl down the street, Maria, she is older than you, already in middle school. Your moms are friends so sometimes you hang out with her. She just got a boyfriend and she told you all about how amazing Jake is.

“He holds my hand in school and kisses me on the cheek every morning,” Maria told you as she was drawing in her diary. “I love him, we’re going to get married.”

Opening your eyes you look at the candles and make a wish as you blow them out.

I wish I had a boyfriend.

Everyone cheers as you blow the candles out and your mom helps you cut the cake, handing the slices out to every guest.

The party stretches late, the Sun is already setting when the backyard empties out. You’re riding your new bike in front of your house as your parents clean up. The sky is painted orange and red and you know you have to head in anytime now, so you’re trying to make the best out of your time outside.

A football rolls in your way and you get off your bike to stop the ball from disappearing in the bushes. You spot a curly haired boy running towards you as you grab the ball and wait for him to reach you.

“Thank you!” he sighs as he finally slows down in front of you. He is cute, he’s got green eyes and a wide smile that brings a weird feeling into your tummy.

You hand him the ball and step back to your bike, but he doesn’t move, instead eyes your new gift.

“I like your bike,” he smiles, cocking his head to the side. For a second you think he is just making fun of you, but you heard no mocking in his voice.

“Thanks, I got it for my birthday today,” you tell him shyly.

“Your birthday is today?”

“Yes.”

“Well, happy birthday then,” he smiles just when a woman calls his name down the street. “It’s my mum, I have to go. Bye,” he waves at you before running off with the ball under his arm.

Sitting on your new bike on the evening of your sixth birthday, you watch your future boyfriend run down the street after meeting you for the first time.

SIXTEEN

You shouldn’t have worn heels, it was a mistake. But you wanted to look fancy, you couldn’t go out wearing something ridiculous or cheap, not when your boyfriend is a superstar who is in a boyband known in all of Europe and maybe all around the world.

The dress you bought with your mum just for today is kind of itchy and pretty tight, but seemingly Harry likes it, judging from the way he ogled you when he picked you up to take you out for dinner for your birthday. You’ve been waiting for tonight all month, Harry has been away a lot lately which sucks, but you’re happy he gets to live his dream and essentially that’s what matters.

You’ve been dating a little over a year now. His X-Factor audition was on your one month anniversary, so you’ve been by his side on this crazy journey all along. In the beginning you were afraid he’d forget about you and go after all the girls he could get with just a wink, but he has proven it several times that he only wants you.

Now you’re standing in a fancy restaurant wearing your fancy dress and shoes as your boyfriend is arguing with the hostess, because she says he doesn’t have a reservation.

“But I did! I even called in a few days ago!” Harry groans as a line is starting to form behind you.

“Sir, I am very sorry, but we don’t have your name on the list,” the woman explains again, not budging.

“Okay, then is there any chance we can get a table? I mean… I can tweet about the restaurant and get some fame for it,” he offers and the hostess furrows her eyebrows at him. It’s the first time you hear him trying to play his famous card, but apparently it’s not working yet, or the hostess is not familiar with the work of One Direction.

“Um, I can’t make an exception. I’m sorry.”

Harry opens his mouth to argue again, but you place a hand to his bicep.

“H, it’s alright. Let’s just go somewhere else,” you tell him, your hand sliding down to take his and pull him towards the door. He hesitates, paying another glance to the hostess, but when he sees your pleading face he gives in and the two of you walk out with empty stomachs.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I wanted tonight to be special, I swear I made a reservation!”

“It’s alright,” you tell him and truly mean it. Spending time with him is enough, it doesn’t matter where it’s happening.

“But you deserve a fancy sixteenth birthday and now I can finally pay for it! I even bought you that necklace you wanted so badly,” he sighs as he pulls out the long jewelry box from his coat’s pocket. You gasp as he opens the lid and shows you the gift.

“Harry, it’s amazing, but you know you don’t have to spend your money on me,” you tell him, cupping his face in your hands as you kiss him chastely.

“But I want to, you deserve to be spoiled,” he pouts like a little boy and now he looks just like the Harry you know from before the fame and fans, your old Harry.

“Spoil me with your time and attention,” you smile at him.

He takes the necklace out of the box and puts it on you, even takes a picture of you in excitement as you’re still standing on the pavement out on the street. Looking around your stomach growls right when you see a hotdog stand not far away.

“Hey, let’s get that dinner,” you tell him, pulling him towards the stand. Not even ten minutes later the two of you are sitting in his car in a parking lot, eating hotdogs in your fancy clothes, listening to your favorite songs while talking and laughing.

Even though the evening didn’t turn out to be the way Harry planned it, it was still a memorable one and if you had the chance to do it over, you’d still choose the hotdogs in his car over the fancy restaurant.

TWENTY-SIX

The size of the crowd is mind-blowing. It’s one massive sea of people for as far as you can see and all of them are focusing on one person at this very moment.

Your husband.

Harry is in his element, you watch him dance around the stage in his discoball outfit, that’s how you’ve been calling it since you first saw it at his fitting, but you love it so much and he knows it too. The band is playing so well, you know the fans are going absolutely crazy about the new songs and the old ones as well.

Today has been a special day and Harry made sure about that. Because today is your twenty-sixth birthday and as always, your husband likes to make a big deal out of it. At this point it’s more for him than you. Alright, that’s a far stretch, because seeing him so excited makes you happy too so it’s a win-win for the both of you.

He surprised you with breakfast in bed, he delayed everything he needed to do for as long as possible so the two of you could have some alone time in the middle of the desert and you surely used it wisely.

Then he got you a full glam team, hair, makeup, outfits, everything was taken care of so you could look your best on your day. While you were being treated like a princess he cooked for you and the team with the help of Sarah and Mitch, so when you were all glammed up you had an early dinner with the whole group, having a blast before heading to the festival.

He got you a variety of presents, but all of them were so special. Limited edition books, the Chanel coat you’ve been secretly eyeing for a long time and your absolute favorite, a handmade mug he made in his pottery class, his latest hobby and obsession. It’s a little wobbly and uneven, but you’ll be using it till the end of time for sure.

Arriving to the festival you let him take the spotlight, because it’s his day too, though you had a feeling he wasn’t done with the birthday celebration just yet.

Shania Twain is now walking off the stage after surprising the crowd and killing it with Harry, who is clearly starstruck even though he knew it was happening. He is so happy and seeing him like this warms your chest too.

“How are you feeling tonight?” he asks a little out of breath as the band gets ready for the next song. The crowd screams and he grins at the reaction. “Okay, we have some more songs to play, don’t worry, but before we move on there’s something I want to do.”

Just from the look on his face you see on the big screen you already know what it’s gonna be about.

“Oh shit,” you mumble, chuckling under your breath.

“Today is a special day and not just because I’m playing on this stage, but also because it’s the birthday of a very special person. Y/N? Y/N, where are you?”

He is looking around and two crew members come up to you in an instant, leading you onto the stage, you don’t even have time to protest.

“There she is! Give it up to my wife everyone!” he chuckles as he walks towards you, meeting you halfway before taking your hand and pulling you to the middle.

“Harry…” you sigh with a grin on your face as you hold onto his hand tightly.

“Don’t be shy, babe, today is your day!” he smiles and kisses your forehead, making the crowd swoon. “So today is Y/N’s birthday so I want all of you to sing happy birthday to her, can we do that?” The crowd screams in unison and you’re turning into a giggling mess at all the attention you’re getting.

With Harry’s lead the whole festival starts to sing happy birthday to you and it’s surely the most massive version of the song you’ve ever heard, a memory you’ll remember forever.

“… Happy birthday to youuu!” the song finishes and Harry pulls you into a hug as the crowd screams and cheers for you.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he mumbles into your ear so only you can hear it.

“Thank you,” you squeeze him before letting him go.

“Just so you guys know how special it is that she is celebrating her birthday by my side, we were together on her sixteenth birthday as well, that was kind of a disaster, we ended up eating hotdogs in my car because my dinner reservation got messed up. I wanted to impress her with a fancy dinner, but that went completely wrong.”

“But I loved it so much,” you tell him, though the mic doesn’t pick up much of it.

“And what’s crazier, I met her on her sixth birthday two decades ago!” he announces and another round of screaming erupts from the crowd. “There was this little girl on her new bicycle, she caught my football and I told her I liked her bike. I didn’t know her name and we didn’t meet for a few more years again, but that was the moment I met my future wife. So Happy birthday, baby. Thank you for lighting up my world every day. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you tell him, stealing another kiss before running off the stage so his set can carry on. You watch him in awe for the rest of his show and wish to spend many more birthdays with him.

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[myarlert]

𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐘 — 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬

— EREN YEAGER, ARMIN ARLERT, LEVI ACKERMAN, REINER BRAUN, PORCO GALLIARD

x fem!bodied reader

—cw; talking about pp’s, mentions of breeding/creampie, mentions of hair^

minors do not interact

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

— slim and on the longer side, maybe 6.8 inches at max erection. trimmed, not completely bare because he like to match with you <3 he enjoys fucking you with just the tip, only sliding it in and out slowly to gauge your reactions and speak on them accordingly. loves testing different angles and speeds. he did this thing one time where he made you cum from just the tip, then once with it halfway in, then another time kissing your cervix. he is nasty and loves to do it to the point where just moving an inch is almost too much and it makes your whole body twitch. [update: homie is 9 fucking inches.]

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

— on the thicker side, about the same length as eren, maybe a little less. possibly a perfect 6 or 6.5 inches. very pretty pink tip. armin has the prettiest soft blonde happy trail ever omg, love pressing kisses against it leading down- idc what anyone says, armin has hanging breeder balls, and when he hits it from the back the way they slap so perfectly against your clit <3 besides hitting it from the back, he loves reverse cowgirl, loves watching the way you grind your hips back against his cock, watching the shiny coat getting wetter and wetter around him. sometimes he would slap your ass and use it to slam down against him, oh and armin loves filling you to the brim with his cum. the first couple times he would be shy about it, shy about how nasty it looks leaking out and messy. but after a couple times he can’t fuck you without the finishing goal of seeing that. he feeds off of it <3

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

— mr tiny but mighty, levi is on the shorter side but very girthy and he uses it well. maybe about 5-5.5 inches, nothing too crazy but he knows how much you fucking love it. his tip is a pretty mauve/deep red at times, a bit darker than the rest of his cock. hair is trimmed and neat. levi absolutely loves cockwarming, any form. loves when he comes home from a long day and you sit on the floor between his legs and holds his cock down your throat, ugh he’d even pet you on the head :( love love loves when you cuddle fuck.

𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

— PPFFTT fuck this man and his cock. girthy as fuck and about hmm 7 inches? maybe a tad bit more? heaviest and most suckable breeder balls ever, don’t care how nasty that sounds. reiner will cum so fucking fast if you deep throat him and lick his balls at the same time- hair is well kept, a little long but not quite a full bush. absolutely loves cream pies. tbh reiner is one of those guys who pulls out right before he’s gonna cum just so he can watch his own hand jerking his cock before cumming right on your cunt and lower tummy. ten out of ten for fucking reiner and his horse cock.

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃

— porco has one of the prettiest cocks out of them all. kinda similar to armin in the girth and length category, possibly at full erection about 6.4 inches? and maybe a little more hair. has a very long vein that runs up the underside, and he loves when you run your tongue along, ending up on the tip. as weird as it sounds, he would love making his cock purposely twitch when he’s all the way inside you?? idk, he just loves seeing your reactions to feeling him in so many places so deep.

tagging

[letterstotheflre]

always thinking about the way Eddie and Chrissy treat you like their princess in public but their slut in private

in public, it's all "let me get that door for ya, princess" and "you've gotta eat, sweet thing, doesn't matter if you need to study, you need to take breaks"

but behind closed doors, it's "you like that huh? you like the way daddy has his cock shoved down your throat? don't even need air more than you need this cock" and "take it, jus' like that, look at that slutty pussy being greedy, sucking in mommy's fingers so well"

(you're not sure which version of them you enjoy more but you know you'd never give up either)

bites my fist.

you're their pretty princess. their little baby. eddie carries your shopping bags and buys you a milkshake and throws an arm over your shoulder while chrissy holds your hand as you walk. she points to all the pretty things on the shop's window displays that she wants you to get. kisses your cheek when you try the baby blue lingerie set she wanted, squealing and clapping excitedly.

"doesn't she look pretty, eds?"

his eyes roam down your figure and he has to adjust the sudden bulge in his jeans. he gulps, "the prettiest."

and when you get home, it doesn't take long before you get down on your knees in front of eddie and struggle to take his belt off in your desperation to taste him.

"easy, easy," he coos. guides your hands so that you can unbuckle it because he knows you like to do it for him. lifts his hips up so you can shove his jeans and boxers down to his ankles.

he sighs shakily when you lean forward and take a deep breath to fill your lungs with his musky scent. he lets you play around with him for a while. lets you kiss up and down his cock and pet his bush and rub your nose against his balls. lets you kiss his pink head and kitten lick his leaking slit until he feels like he's about to burst in flames.

"stop teasing him so much, baby," chrissy giggles from beside him, head on his shoulder as she watches you like you're better entertainment than the tv.

you mumble an apology before finally taking eddie into the warmth of your mouth. wet, soft tongue tickling the underside of his cock. he moans when you start gliding up and down, hollowing your cheeks and making a suctioning motion that makes his head fall back against the couch.

chrissy's soft hand cradles his heavy sack. "so full," she says conversationally. like you and eddie aren't losing your minds right now. like you don't have spit dribbling down the corners of your mouth. like you haven't made a mess around his base and her fingers. "all this cum for her?"

"fuck— yes. yes, all for her."

"you want to give it to her? feed it to her and fill her tummy with your thick cum?"

you whine around his cock needily, the vibrations making eddie's whole body shiver. "oh my— yes. wanna give her my load. want her to swallow it all down." he thrusts his hips up slightly and you gag at the sudden intrusion in the back of your throat. his eyes close. "want— want her to choke on it."

chrissy's free hand goes to the back of your head and she forces you down. makes you gag as eddie's entire dick slides down your tight throat and keeps you in place even if you struggle of air. eddie groans loudly.

"dunno why you were still pretending to be our little princess," she says to you. "we all know how much you love daddy's cock. don't pretend to be shy, baby. suck him off like the pretty slut you are."

[hyunglinesprincess]

BTS Dick Analysis

Hey y’all! So this is my first ever post and I’m lowkey nervous but it’s ok. I want to start writing various things but for now I’ll start with stories my dirty mind comes up with lol, once I get for comfortable I’ll start taking requests. So, for this first post I’ll do a BTS Dick Analysis (haha starting off strong). I’ve seen a lot of these and I’ve found them interesting so I thought I’d join in on the fun. So enjoy!💜

WARNINGS: Lewd words, descriptive words of male genitalia

I don’t own any of the gifs!!!! (I’m not that talented)

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Kim Seokjin

OF COURSE THIS MAN IS PACKING! Don’t you remember his only scandal. No but seriously Seokjin looks and acts like he would have a big dick. I would say he’s one of the biggest in the group. I think he’d be well above average when fully hard (around 8in don’t @ me) I also wholeheartedly believe he is really thick, like second thickest in the group thick. The general shape of his cock is straight, no obvious curve or big vein, just smooth and pretty even from base to tip. But his BALLS are a whole different story (bro wtf?) I feel like his balls are really big lol. Like in the pic below you’ll see his balls are literally begging to be free. 🫣

Anyways moving on

Min Yoongi

I believe 100% that this man has a THICK cock ok. He might not be the longest but whatever he lacks in length, he makes up for in girth. Also I’m a big believer that Yoongi has a slightly curved dick. Not curved to the side I mean curved upwards. So he’s just really digging in there lmao. I also think his cock is so soft and pretty, like I feel he would be very aesthetically pleasing naked.

Jung Hoseok

Hmmm where do I start with this man? THIS MAN IS A GROWER BRUH! He’s lowkey the type to pretend to have a small dick but when he pulls down his pants whew child good luck. I feel he’s like around Jin’s length maybe like 1 1/2 in shorter. But he isn’t as thick as some of the other members. I feel he’s pretty average in terms of thickness but BUT, he does have a veiny dick. I think he have a lot of veins everywhere and one big vein on the underside of his shaft with his cock is slightly curved to the side.

Kim Namjoon

Ok maybe I’m a little bias when it come to the hyung line because I 100% believe Namjoon has the fattest cock in BTS. I have multiple reasons ok. One, he is a big boy so that leads me to believe that everything about him big. And two, he just exudes that big d energy. He nice, funny, talented, kind, smart, and HUMBLE. That’s the recipe for big dick energy. Also he has at least 2 big veins on his cock when fully hard. I don’t think he has a very noticeable curve but I think it’s slightly curved downwards.

Park Jimin

(aww look at his smile🥺🤎)

I just know some of y’all are gonna hate me for saying this but I think Jimin is average🫣. Now average doesn’t always mean small ok, when I say average I mean like 5 or 6 inches. That’s not too bad tbh, some women and men can’t handle more than that so that’s perfect. But I do think he has a thicker than average cock. His cock isn’t even all the way, it’s slightly skinnier at the base and gets thicker as you reach the tip. Plus I think he’s super clean and soft so I think he’s really smooth and shaven down there (including his hole for you know, dessert).

Kim Taehyung

TAECONDA! This man is so big he competes with Jin. I thinks he maybe like half an inch shorter than Jin. But oml he’d most definitely be curved upwards so beautifully. Like he’d make a tummy bulge when he’s inside ahhh. Anyways, his dick would be pretty tan tbh, his skin is nicely tanned so why wouldn’t his dick be. I also think he prefers to let his pubic hair grow to an extent. Maybe just a little bush on top but not around his balls and hole (he’s lowkey a switch).

Jeon Jungkook

(awwww look at his smile and his adorable bunny teeth)

Plz don’t hate me when I say this but Jungkook is not as big as people make his seem ok. I think he around 7 1/2 inches and fairly thick. Nothing too drastic just a nice big wholesome dick (lmao what am I even saying). But I do think his tip his huge. Like that shit would need so much lube before going into whatever hole. Also he apart of the smooth boy club. He’s nice and waxed everywhere because he’s a SWITCH ok. I don’t want any of that “Jungkook is a dom daddy” nah bitch this man can take dick better than most girls ok. I SAID WHAT I SAID!

Okie guys I hoped you enjoyed my weird and perverted word vomit. I’ll try to get to another OT7 fic, soon but college and work are kicking my ass so it probably won’t be soon lmao. But anyways yeah I hope you enjoyed reading this, and I hope you guys will keep reading. Byeee

(AGAIN I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS, ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE OWNERS)

[thefrontofmymind]

Eddie Munson NSFW Alphabet (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

a/n: heyyy, wrote this a couple days ago and have been going back and forth on posting but i've decided to just bite the bullet. lmk what you think xx

WARNINGS: READER IS IMPLIED TO BE 18+, NSFW mentions (marking, cum play (?), liiiittle somnophilia, piv, male masturbation, biting, praise kink, use of 'good boy', oral (m & f recieving), quickies, handcuffs, hair pulling

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

Eddie is very, very sweet after sex. He’ll get you all cleaned up and kiss any marks he’s made on you and just cuddle with you for as long as you want. Also I think as a joke, at least once, he’d give you like a bro hug and be like ‘good job, sport’ and be super macho about it just to make you laugh because he just wants to see you laugh and be happy (so like maybe after he’s overstimmed you a lot and you’re kinda sensitive, as a way to bring to mood back to Earth).

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

I think it’s a given, but Eddie’s favourite body part of his is his hands for sure. Like with the rings, and the cuff and the bracelets and everything he wears, he knows what it does to you–ESPECIALLY when he plays guitar in front of you, he tries to do the most complicated riffs possible because he can.

And I think Eddie is a thigh guy, mostly. Like he loves when you’re straddling him and he can grab both your thighs with each hand and just squeeze, and he knows putting a hand on your thigh is the quickest way to show you when he’s horny–like a secret language between the two of you.

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

I think unless it was like a special occasion and you were for sure on birth control, he wouldn’t really be a fan of cumming inside you. I think it would just be too nerve-wracking for him–he’s a 20 year old in high school with no future plans, he can’t take care of a kid!

So instead I think he prefers either to cum on your chest/tummy or in your mouth if you’re feeling like it. He loves watching you lay on the bed covered in his cum before he runs to the bathroom to get you a towel to clean up; something about staking his claim on you.

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

He LOVES watching you when you sleep–not in a creepy way–in a ‘oh, how innocent they look now, when they were begging for me to let them suck my dick not even an hour ago’ kind of thing. Just knowing how dirty you and he can get together sends him into overdrive because he loves keeping it to himself, his little secret.

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

So I’ll be completely honest, Eddie gets NO BITCHES. Like maybe once or twice he’s hooked up with people from the Hideout or something but he’s not very experienced, like at all. But he enjoys being able to explore new things with you and having lots of firsts with you!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

LOVES when you ride him. He loves being able to lay back and watch as you make yourself come undone on his cock–chest heaving and all sweaty. Though he doesn’t mind being on top either, with his necklace dangling in your face and he thrusts up and down, one of his hands holding both your wrists above your head as you squirm under him.

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

I think he tries to be romantic and serious–keyword being tries. But he’s just not a serious guy! Either he’ll crack some kind of joke when you let out a particularly high-pitched whine or he’ll tease the living daylights out of you about anything. He just tries to make you happy and part of that is making you laugh at any chance he can.

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

It’s wild down there. I’m talking full bush, all dark and curly. I think if it really bothered you, he’d totally give trimming and neatening things up down there a go but it’s not really his style, is it?

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

He can be very intimate in his own way, but like I said before, he just wants to have fun with you, and honestly that’s a form of intimacy in itself.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before he met you, he’d jack off like almost every night before he went to sleep, but with you around, he doesn’t really need to. You’re always happy to offer a handjob or a blowjob if he’s horny and you don’t want to have sex. It’s very rare these days that he has to jerk off by himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He! Has! A! Biting! Kink! (Because I said so) It started during one particularly heated makeout session in the woods behind the school–you didn’t realise just how much he enjoyed the love bites you were giving to him and you go sidetracked, before you knew it, his whole neck was covered in little red blotches, with the occasional light teeth marks. You apologised profusely to him when you finally got a look at him, but he just smiled and said it was hot that you laid claim on him. So from then on, it was your mission to leave tiny little bite marks on his shoulders, hands, chest, and thighs. And he loooooves them, even took a few polaroids of them to keep as memories.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

When he’s horny, Eddie will fuck you just about anywhere you ask–though not too public, he likes to keep you to himself, still. But in terms of where you do it on a regular basis, just both of your beds, and then sometimes his van too when your parents and Wayne are both home.

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

Praise, praise, praise. If you so much as tell him ‘don’t stop, that’s perfect’ when he’s going down on you, it becomes an innate need to get you off. He melts when you call him ‘good boy’, or when you joke about cumming so hard that you see stars. It’s just a little boost to his ego that keeps him going.

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

I imagine he’s not really into anything food related. Like he’s already got all those stains on his mattress, he really doesn’t need more laundry to do.

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

Would never turn down a blowjob from you, but this man eats pussy like he’s been starving for 40 days and 40 nights. He basically sets up shop with you laying on his bed, head on his pillows, while he’s laying to the side of you, nuzzled into your pussy and just lapping you up. It gets to the point where he just closes his eyes and focuses on all the obscene sounds you’re making because of him, and he’d make you cum at least twice with just his mouth alone on a good night.

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

I think he prefers it quicker over slower. Like he wants to cum, and for you to cum as well and kinda the best way to go about that is to build a rhythm, so that’s what he does.

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

If needed, he’d happily obliged in a bathroom stall quickie or a we-need-to-leave-for-school-in-25-minutes quickie, but he likes to take his time and make it all special for you, aftercare and all.

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

He’d try anything once as long and you’re comfortable with it, if it doesn’t work out, at least you know now. And when it comes to risk, if he’s in one of those moods–the kind where he just can’t help but listen to all the bad ideas that pop into his head–he’d totally almost let you guys get caught, a shit-eating grin on his face as he covers your mouth to muffle your moans from the next room and whoever may be in there.

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

He doesn’t last long, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm. He’ll make you cum with his mouth/fingers at least once in exchange for him getting off once–he figures it’s only fair. But give him a minute, and as long as you’re still willing, he could go for another round afterwards.

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

I’d say he just has the handcuffs, though they weren’t bought with the use they ended up with–they just looked cool to Eddie–you once joked about locking him up so he can’t touch you and he just couldn’t get the idea out of his head. Needless to say, they become a pretty frequent fixture when you want to tease him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Eddie doesn’t really have the patience to tease, but I think you do. It makes him chuckle when he realises what you’re doing–wearing something that you know gets him going, looking at him with lidded eyes and smirk. He loves that you know how wild you make him, and that turns him on the most out of anything you do for him.

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

Eddie’s more of a low grunts and moans in your ear kind of guy. Apart from some dirty talk, you’re mostly the loud one, and he likes it that way–being able to hear how good he makes you feel.

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

Loves(!!!) having his hair pulled as well, like when you’re making out or riding him, if you put a hand on the back of his neck and tug just a little, his spine will turn to jelly and he will be minutes away from cumming–he just can’t help it.

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

I don’t think he’s like crazy big or anything, average length but pretty girthy. And he’s a pasty guy, you can put two and two together, though his tip is a little more pink, and he has one blue-ish vein that runs down his shaft.

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

VERY high sex drive on our Eddie. He is ready to go at a moment’s notice, just give him the word. During school breaks and stuff, you can’t get him off of you, what with all his free time. It doesn’t help that he also has the most dirty mind so anything you say, he can make sound horny–all with that shit eating grin you know so well.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s not a very sleepy person, I reckon. I think sex moreso wakes him up than puts him to sleep. After you guys are all cleaned up and everything, I think he’d prefer to cuddle for a while and just talk about your day, or whatever else was on your mind.

[muffindaddystyles]

okay but imagine waking up next to soft!dom harry in the middle of the night and snuggling closer to him because you had a nightmare or you just couldn’t get to sleep well and he just kisses you, whispers sweet nothings and holds your hand as he helps you back to sleep

SCAREDY KITTEN Y/N, CLINGY AND MELTING OVER HARRY ALWAYS GONNA BE MY FAVE

Wednesday’s are most tiring for Harry. Shit tons of paperwork, shipping and unloading and then being a visible leader at the workplace to make sure the gang runs efficiently.

Weary and knotty in his muscles Harry dragged himself all the way to the threshold of his house to his room, his comfort space for many reasons— it smells incredibly sweet of his lovie, it’s cosy and the blankets are always toasty with her warmth and the room temperatures's the perfect chilly against your skin, akin to whole house.

“Hi Mushy,” He greets her coarsely, ducking down and a bit to the left of her gaze when she busily mumbles a ‘hi!’ Back with her head stuffed into her books, crossed legs on the chunky silken duvet and blankets.

“No kisses, pretty?” He asks, patting her head gently and she looks up at him. Equally tuckered out and bushed, she’s been trying to solve this stupid stupid algebra and it seems like algebra solved her and kicked her in arse telling her to do this nonsense with someone other.

“Sorry.” She sighs, scurrying to her knees and lifts her bum to plant a soft kiss to his lips instead ends up smashing a sloppy peck to his chin making both of them giggle.

She really thought she was about to get a good sleep, after having a tummy full dinner, doing her night routine with Harry and cleaning the little mess around her room because it keeps on irking her the whole night of otherwise --- she really hoped.

Her hopes were crushed brutally with a bulldozer when Harry knocked out the moment his floppy head hit the pillows, his embrace's homey and his breath melting into her skin makes her wants to learn the pattern mentally and sleep to it— she did.

She almost lulled herself into a light slumber when their whole house shook, the windows squeaked and their bedhead banged against the wall ever loudly from the force of her jolt due to the peal of unexpected thunder.

Y/N hates thunderstorms. It hyperventilates her badly and she’s never able to sleep during them, she might ends up crying or trying to make a clever run god knows where. She’s a science student still her silly and scared brain convinces her that the lightening will fall on them and burn them to ashes.

For a moment it didn’t happen again, replaced with calming patter patter of rain and she was glad she hasn’t woken Harry up. Who’s snoring softly into his pillow, his arms lax around her body and his facial features placid and soft.

There’s an ominous roar again in the sky and this time it fucks her up properly. She whimpers like a puppy shrinking into Harry’s side, eyes bolted shut as she feels her heart pumping in her ears – thumping eerily against Harry’s chest and she gasps, her knees knocking against Harry’s lower abdomen when there’s furious amount of non-stop thundering. Quite funnily he only mutters something incoherent and tucks her further into him.

Y/N’s sleepy, loggy and her scary surroundings doesn’t makes any sense to her and she doesn’t want to wake up Harry.

She’s feeling awfully, small and little and skimpy.

Terrified her eyes blows away when she sees the light-flashing outside scarily bright, “Daddy!” She cries out, latching her elbows around Harry’s neck and her thighs around his waist -- practically haggling the dude into a bendy doll.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy. . .” She mumbles unremittingly into his throat, her tears soaking the crew neck of his shirt -- tummy jolting against him and it stirs Harry, trying to take in his wear-bouts— knuckling the blurriness away from his eyes, he looks down at his lovie in haziness worried something bad happened because last he remembers she was good and about to drool over him. His warm palm gliding up her back, the fabric of her pyjama top bunching in his hold.

It doesn’t took him long to realize why his lovie’s so rucked up, clinging onto him like she depends on him for dear life when another wave of thunder-clapped and she was shoving herself into him with a frightened sob.

“Hey, hey . . Poppy. Daddy’s here. Not g'na let anything happen t’ya, sweet girl.” He whispers, cupping her face with both of his hands and tilts it up gently to look into her scared eyes, he sandwiches her shaky hands in-between his thighs and brings her impossibly closer to him – stroking his thumb over her wobbling wet bottom lip.

“We're gonna die!” She stutters a whiny sniffle hating that this awful thundering wouldn’t stop. Her outburst quirks Harry’s lips into a small smile, his heart oozing with overloaded infatuation for his love who’s just too innocent and cute for her own sake.

He gives her an eskimo kiss, pecking the corner of her salty lips then kissing her mouth tenderly and lovingly, “Said the same thing last time baby.” He calms her down. Rubbing her back, halting at the dip of her hip to massage the soft spot gently.

“Shh, shh, ‘s okay . . . I know it scares my darling so much, hate tha’, wouldn’t want my little’s poor heart to suffer this much would I?” He says groggily, tone coy and affectionate. He brushes the frays falling over her eyes out of shakiness, behind her ear and smooches a kiss to the side of her temple.

A surreal quietness blanketed them, her timid voice breaking through it and Harry smiles foppishly and lazily down at her hands still covering her ears. He tuts caringly when she blinks and glistening moisture collects under her eyebags.

“Sorry, didn’t wanna wake you,” She skootches impossibly closer into him, nuzzling her face in his strong healthy rising chest and he shakes his head petting her hair, “Would’ve been bummed if you didn’t,” He hugs her securely, and she relaxes taking a nourishing breather. Something so protective, safe and warm his huggies makes her feel.

Harry himself is the definition of tenderness, for her.

“Good?” He inquires, pressing his lips to where her neck and shoulder meet—- rubbing his hands up and down her arms smiling assuringly when Y/N hums in meekness.

His head perks up, brows shooting up nonchalantly when Y/N groans again upon all of it starting again and he coos, tightening his hug more compassionately screwing his mind too think of any idea to distract her.

“Would my baby like to keep me inside her, keep daddy warm?” He cuddles her chuckling softly when she buries her face in his neck, fisting the waistband of his joggers out of shyness and quick to bob her head timidly as Harry showers her in tiny sloppy wet fond kisses.

“Hmm. My soft little one.” He murmurs, hooking her panties away and spitting in his palm to squeeze it around his girth and gives himself few pumps before lubricating her with his own precum and eases carefully inside, not to hurt her.

Their temples falls against eachother, whimpers mingling as Harry bottoms out inside her. Balls snug against her bum, his eyes glassy as he nudges her playfully, “Now if we get stoned to death . . atleast it’d be with me cock inside ye',” His belly does a loopy loop upon earning a shy giggle from her (he takes pride in making his lovie laugh) and she moans breathily when he squishes her bum cheek grumbling disgruntled.

“Not letting them see yer bum thou,” She hiccups a giggle, feeling ticklish from all the raspberries he’s blowing at her skin and lapping the sensitive spot then, teasing it dry.

“You’re s’nice to me, I love you.”

“I love you too, my little one.”

Harry’s forever and always gonna be her comfort person.