#ask.💌

[sicklysweetgf]

I just want to fuck some nerd in his gaming chair 🥹💕

[14dayswithyou]

Give Redacted a kiss for me!!!

Do you have any dark/creepy headcanons for Redacted? I’m very curious ^^

✦゜ANSWERED: I know you asked for [REDACTED] specifically, but everything mentioned below could also apply to Ren as well ^^;

cw: mentions of gore, torture, (one line about) cannibalism, NSFW themes, and just general creepy behaviour

I'm sure most people already know about Ren's red room days, but for the newer folks: he used to livestream himself torturing his victims on the dark web. He would also harvest and sell their organs for extra cash.

His red room phase began after a group of upperclassmen started livestreaming themselves bullying people (Angel included) for attention online. If those teens wanted a taste of online fame that badly, Ren would be all too happy to give it to them — especially after he heard all the degrading things they said about Angel during their stream.

Ren has probably sniffed (licked???) Angel's underwear on multiple occasions lmao

He also keeps a bunch of their discarded cups, mugs, bottles, etc. — and on the days when he's feeling especially lonely — Ren likes to put his lips where Angel's would've been and treat it like it's an indirect kiss.

If Angel is fine with it, Ren would be more than willing to carve his name into their skin. He'd have to use an ample amount of his numbing cream though (typically reserved for when he gives himself tattoos and piercings), since he doesn't want them to be in any pain.

Similarly, he'd also be willing to carve their name into his skin as well — as many times as Angel would want. But he already has multiple tattoos of their name on his skin, so.... gksgsjj

I'm sure everyone already knows this, but Ren has an entire shrine dedicated to Angel. He keeps all his sentimental and stolen items there.

Ren genuinely has no empathy for anyone other than Angel, so if they were to ask him to murder his own mother (or his sister, his best friend, etc.) and bring back their heart, he'd do it with a smile on his face.

Because he has no empathy, Ren would probably enjoy watching snuff films like it's any other B-tier horror film. To him, it's just more research material on how he can get rid of his competition.

I've mentioned this in the past, but Ren has jacked off to the thought of Angel while in the library lol

I made a post back in 2022 that mentioned how Ren would willingly offer up any of his body parts to a cannibal!Angel, and I think the point still stands!!

He likes to put Angel's stolen laundry on his body pillow and rut into/hump it 😟

I once mentioned that Ren would slap a barcode sticker on his sledgehammer to make it look less... questionable whenever he carries it around in broad daylight — but alongside that, I think he'd also carry around some tools and an unopened can of paint to make it seem like he's just doing renovations. In reality, he'd probably force his victims to drink paint or gargle nails teehee

Builder AU except Ren mistook a body for plywood??? Why is he hammering so many nails into them?? Why is he feeding it into a wood chipper???

Builder AU except Ren gives Angel a different meaning to getting nailed and railed???????? Jackhammering???????? Getting screwed sideways????? KGJDSGNK It's 2AM I'm losing da plot now T_T I'll shut up

[tyunniez]

golden retriver... bttm male reader

!!.. golden retriever bsf, yn is slightly tipsy but still fully aware, rough sex, creampie, grinding.

if your best friend is a dog type he would be a golden retriever.

he's quite literally the embodiment of it. everywhere you go he follows behind, a happy smile plastered on his face. he was almost like a lost puppy.

he also loves taking care of you and doing things for you every chance he gets, even things you could do yourself!

" yn, good morning! here, i got you your favorite drink. " he practically shoved said drink into your hand, your half-asleep state still trying to comprehend your surroundings.

" huh.. oh hey. thanks... " you groggily said, stepping away from the door and heading towards the bathroom to freshen yourself up. he let himself into your place, already familiar with it.

you came back to see him cooking your breakfast, humming a soft tune while placing your eggs on the plate. " yn, come sit down. "

you sighed while taking a sit on the stool of your island, your eyes boring into his back as you watched him lightly sway to the song he was humming.

" you know you don't need to cook me breakfast almost every day right? " you cracked open the drink he bought you and took a big gulp, already feeling rejuvenated by the drink.

he hummed and placed the breakfast in front of you, sliding his own portion next to yours. " eat up! "

after the delicious breakfast, came the time for you to do your house chores. you got up and grabbed both of his and yours plated, bringing it to the sink to clean it.

only for him to snatch it from you and wash it himself. along with the stacks of dirty dishes in your sink. you only rolled your eyes and walked away to do other stuff, knowing fighting against him would just be useless.

" so any plans today? " you asked him while folding your remaining laundry, him soon joining you. " ..mm nah. what's up? " he folded the last article of clothing and lay beside you, opting to place his head on your thigh.

your hand found its place in his hair almost immediately as if it was muscle memory. " well that one show that I've been wanting to watch finally dropped so.. beer and chicken tonight? "

he snickered below you, " you already know my answer, of course! "

and so, cans after cans of beer later and some delicious fried chicken, the both of you lay in each other embrace. the two of you weren't all that drunk because of your high alcohol tolerance yet you find yourself struggling to focus on the show.

were you actually drunk or is it because of the way your best friend is holding onto you right now?

you knew it was pretty common for best friends to cuddle but the way his big hand is cradling your waist right now along with his other hand right under your ass, his finger slightly touching it, is making your head spin.

not to mention his growing hard-on that you could literally feel since you were on top of him!

and you didn't know if there was something in the air last night or if tipsy you were just bolder but you decided to slowly grind against him causing him to have a full-on boner.

he on the other hand decided to ignore it and tried to focus on the movie in front of him.

you pouted at this and decided to continue grinding on him, trying to chase your own climax and also attempting to drive him over the edge.

but a firm hand grabbed onto both of your thighs, causing you to stop. " what do you think you're doing, yn? " he asked you, his voice way deeper than usual.

" i think you know what i'm doing. so stop playing dumb and give me what i want. " your voice is adamant, as your hands roam his chest.

he smirked and flipped the two of you, him now on top of you. both of his hands caged you in, making you more turned on than you already were.

" you better not regret saying that. "

" ahn! s-slow down! " you mewled out while gripping his biceps. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your dick twitched. your release finally comes soon after. the milky white substance staining your already cum stained stomach.

" again? we've barely just started, yn. " he chuckled above you. he loved seeing how overstimulated you look right now. he's been dreaming of making you a mess for a long time now.

when you first started grinding into him you didn't expect to get dicked down immediately by your own best friend and after experiencing just how rough he actually is, well, you're not complaining.

just seeing the desperate look on your face is making him go crazy. he's been dreaming about this moment for a long time.

he wondered just how you look like when he's on top of you, making a mess out of you. how do you look when you're overstimulated beyond your limit all because of him. just what type of sounds will pour out of you while he's deep inside of you.

and oh, this exceeds his expectations.

" mmh, yn. you look so pretty right now. " he sighed into your ear, his voice sending shivers up and down his spine. " i'm sure you can handle a few more rounds, yeah? " he gripped your hips again, getting ready to abuse your already puffy hole.

" no! i-i can't cum anymore-! " your whining was cut off by his harsh thrust, your tired voice seeming to be the cause.

you hooked your arms around his neck as a way to support yourself. loud moans escaped from your mouth, this only leading him to go faster. " fuck.. i-im cumming soon yn. "

your hole tightened as you heard his husky voice next to you, the hint of whining in his voice making you shake. " come inside me! p-please! need you in me so bad! "

he grunted out loud, his thrust soon stuttering and slowing down. " yn, fuck. you don't know how long i have been waiting for this.. "

with one last thrust, white soon painted your inside. his warm cum kept flowing more and more into your hole, making your own cum squirt out of your cock.

he immediately devoured you in a kiss, saliva dribbling everywhere. wet squelching sound enveloped the room accompanied by your heavy breathing. the movie that was long forgotten acting as white noise.

he separated himself from you to admire you and the mess he made of you. he smiles as he sees all the bite marks and hickeys littering around your body. the cum seeping out of your hole only made his dick hard again.

" shit.. i don't think i can let you go after this, yn. "

[chrisdollete]

— 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 (chris x fem!reader)

— WARNING: smut, oral (f receiving), pet names, slight overstimulation, cursing, slight sub!chris, barely any plot, and no proofread.

@sweetreliever rec!🎀

chris sturniolo was never the type to crave something or be addicted to something, wether it was drugs or alcohol. but fuck it was just something about how it felt when your sweet juices coated his tongue, splashing all over his face leaving his nose dripping.

chris was also never the type to beg for anything either but all that goes away when he’s on his knees before you, his hands harshly gripping your waist pulling you closer. the sweet taste and feeling of your folds against his tongue, oh and those sweet soft moans you can’t help but let out as his tongue circles around your clit.

chris wanted to fucking die between your thighs, to be buried in your taste. he never truly believed he was addicted, until he spent hours upon hours trying to convince you for yet another orgasm after many. his addiction can’t possibly get any worse, right?

“f-fuck! wait” your hips thrash up from the soaked mattress, chris’s tounge continues to desperately lap at your fold trying to taste as much of you as possible. the way he keeps his eyes trained on you watching every reaction, never wanting to miss a sound it’s just to much.

your body screams for no more but fuck it just feels to good. there’s this immense pit in your stomach that seems to be growing, fighting its way out. your shaky legs wrap around chris’s neck, your even shakier hands tussling through his pretty hair. his soft moans make your body twitch from the overstimulating pleasure.

your eyes pinch close as the tears that once pooled them poured down your face, the pleasure was to much it was causing you to squirm and scream. chris’s mouth is locked onto you, he knows your close and he just wants more to taste.

Chris’s hand snakes up to rub your clit, the moment he does heavy spurts of your taste fills his mouth. his veiny arms are latched onto your hips in an instant, he doesn’t give a fuck about the sounds he’s letting out. your arousal is dripping down his chin, his tongue is lapping at your folds trying to be careful and not waste any. you swear all you can see is white flashes spotting your vision.

Chris’s flushed face appears from in-between your shaky thighs he eyes your distraught and tear stained face, a lazy smile making its way onto his as his hands lovingly stroke upon your hips. fuck, he couldn’t help but say it.

“fuck baby, do it again”…

a/n: I’m so sorry for the person who requested this, it took me a long time to make due to personal issues and family medical issues, but I hope you guys like this it’s sorta rushed !💕

-🏷️🧸taggies: @chrislova @https--roman @pixxiies @sturnivlv @sweetreliever

[missdollcouture]

can you make a really nice, smooth, productive morning routine please!!

p.s i love your blog sm!!

thank uuu! 💗

CREATING THE ULTIMATE MORNING ROUTINE

having a good morning routine starts with having a good night routine. none of this will be possible without a sustainable night routine

WHAT TIME SHOULD I WAKE UP?

the time you wake up depends on the time you go to bed. it is advised for you to get 7-8 hours of quality sleep each night. for example, if you wanted to wake up a 5:OOAM you would have to be in bed by 9-10:00pm, figuring out what time you would like to be up in the morning is all up to you and your preference

WHAT TASKS SHOULD BE COMPLETED IN THE MORNING

having a perfect balance of tasks in the morning is key to having a beneficial morning. things i recommend doing in the morning includes; movement of some sort, journaling, making sure your space is clean, doing some sort of activity to stimulate you mind, and making yourself look presentable.

MOVEMENT: implementing some sort of movement in your morning routine has several benefits. you'll notice it will increase your productivity throughout the day.

JOURNALING: adding journaling to your daily routine will boost your mood and energy throughout the day. starting your day with gratitude will overall improve you view on life.

CLEAN SPACE = CLEAN MIND: starting off your morning with a clean room ultimately gives you a clear head space for the day ahead. whether you decide to clean your room the night before or in the morning, it is super beneficial to have a clean space.

MIND BUILDING ACTIVITY : starting your day off with a mind building activity leads to better concentration, reduced stress, and an overall better mental state.

LOOK GOOD FEEL GOOD: getting ready in the morning and making yourself feel presentable ultimately boosts your confidence leading to better performance in daily activities, including: school, sports, etc.

[jesuistrestriste]

art is the MESSIEST kisser ever like if u make out his spit is literally everywhere. like he'll kiss u on the mouth then keep on kissing ur neck but w the wettest kisses ever. and i JUST KNOW he def drools. like when u give him head and his head is resting against a pillow, he's so lost in it that he can't even think. like the only thing he can do anymore is whimper and moan like a little bitch. and when u look at him u see him drooling all over the pillow😭

art donaldson has a messy mouth. he drools when it feels too good, he kisses with almost too much tongue when he's desperate, and his warm, eager lips are always on your skin whenever he gets a chance to touch you properly.

he practically salivates like a thirsty puppy on a hot day. it pools under his tongue whenever he catches a glimpse of the more intimate areas of your soft skin; the nape of your neck, your stomach, your inner thighs. and he has to try desperately to swallow it down when you two are in public and he can't get his lips on you.

the first time you and art made out, it was very sloppy. you thought this mightve been a result of minor inexperience on his part, or nervousness, or excitement, so you let it happen. you let him moan into your open mouth and grab at your shirt while he slid his pink tongue over yours. you let his sticky saliva mix with yours as your mouths mashed together. you let him kiss you and kiss you and kiss you until he came in his pants.

the whole ordeal lasted about 7 minutes.

after that, you had assumed that—in time—he'd get more reserved with his mouth as you two continued to be intimate.

but this didn't happen.

if anything, he only got more comfortable with you, and thus only became more orally-fixated and messy with his mouth.

he liked to suck on your fingers during sex.

he liked to slather your arousal with his spit when he went down on you.

he liked to kiss you wetly all over your body before bed.

he liked yearned for it all.

when you'd give him head, your slick lips bobbing over his tip and swallowing salty dribbles of precome, he'd drool all over whatever was near his mouth. it was just too hard to focus on not drooling when the warmth of your tongue got him close so fast. his eyes would get lidded and his knees would grow weak and his mind would turn to mush the second you started to blow him. sometimes you'd have to hold his hips to keep him steady. he was very predictable.

one thing you two like to do together is have art get on all fours on the bed, knees spread apart with his cock hard and hanging between his thighs. his hands will go up and squeeze onto the pillows as he lowers his head and lets you jerk him off.

it’s kinda demeaning, in a way; being milked like a cow.

but you like doing it to him, and he likes whatever you like, so he loves this.

when your hand starts to stroke his cock, strings of pre leaking from his slit, his arms will usually start to shake. it'll start at his shoulders, and then go down to his elbows, and then end when his wrists can't hold him up anymore. he'll let himself collapse down onto the cushions without more than a whine of protest and a renewed tint of pink across the bridge of his nose. his head will lay on one side of his face, his lips parted to let out whimpers and whines as his hips jolt, and then it’ll start.

he’ll drool.

all over.

down the side of his face, over his bottom lip, down his chin. it all happens depending on how his head is positioned. but he always, always, always slobbers on the pillow a little.

just as his eyes start to roll back, and his pelvis starts to shallowly move to thrust his cock into your moving grasp, his sweet and sticky saliva will dribble down his face someway and soak into the pillowcase.

he can't help it.

because, again, you make it hard to pay attention to anything other than how good you make his dick feel. it throbs in your hand.

when you catch a glimpse of his drooling, you usually smile and speed up your touch.

"Art, baby-" you'll coo to him, "drooling."

and he'll know right away what you mean.

"Anghh— feel s'good, s'good— 'm sorry, 'm sorry," he'll inevitably slur.

he'll try to wipe it with the back of his hand, but he's usually shaking too much for that to do much of anything. it more just smears the transparent fluid across his flushed face.

slurp. wipe. whimper.

a few more strokes of your hand, and a thumb pressed right under his cockhead, is all he needs to let go after that point.

his eyes will roll back as he cries out and bucks into your fist, shooting and coating the bedding underneath with his load. he'll tremble and whine until his hands grasping at the sheets below have the instinct to fly between his legs and stop the overstimulation. you generally let up soon after he makes that known.

after you clean him up and ease him into bed, he'll make sure to kiss you goodnight. and it's messy and needy and a little bit too much, but you let him do it anyways. he's eager to please, and he's eager to show you how much he appreciates the way you take care of him. he’s just eager.

maybe one day you'll get sick of how much tongue he uses when he kisses, but you doubt it. it’s just so perfectly him.

[nymphomatique]

wanna sit on nerd miguel’s face while i use my phone to snap other guys that’s my little chair fr😔😻

this just changed the trajectory of my life in a way you cannot understand.

cw: slight d/s dynamics, sending nudes, munch miguel makes an appearance once more, bro literally FEASTS, new character yippee (v minor), brief choking (more like a neck squeeze tbh), praise, squirting LOL, miguel gets kicked out again 😔 reader catching feelings?? we may never know. semi proofread today i felt nice. this is a longer one than usual, so enjoy!

“stop fuckin’ squirming down there and eat me out properly,” you say, looking down at miguel. his eyes are hazy and hooded, his glasses somewhere on the bed, his brown eyes clear as day. you grip his head by his hair and position him to where his nose brushes above your clit, and you moan at the feeling. “l-like that, okay miguel? be good for mommy.”

miguel takes heed of your instructions and begins to lick, suck, and thrust up into your wetness, making it hard for you to maintain something relative to your composure. in the throes of miguel’s mouth work, your phone screen, next to miguel’s head, lights up with a snapchat notification from none other than the star quarterback of your school, peter parker. you bite the corner of your lip, mouth pulling up in a smile at an idea. you grab your phone and open it to snapchat, seeing peters name at the top of your snap list. you open his snap and it’s a picture of him shirtless, abs on display, his happy trail just peeking over the band of his pants. his snap is captioned with text reading ‘wyd?’

you prop your camera up, angling it enough that miguel’s face and your pussy are out of frame. miguel stops for a moment to ask what you’re doing, but before he can get a word in you speak up, “if you stop, this will be the last time i ever let you touch me. got it? keep fucking going.” and wordless, miguel does as he’s told, going back to eating you but with a new energy this time. it catches you off guard a bit, and you let out a light f-fuck in response, but you don’t let it derail you from answering peter back.

peter. you and him have had.. complicated history to say the least. since high school, the two of you ran in the same social circles, with him being on your high school football team and you, a cheerleader. a true status quo. the two of you had ended up attending the same underaged parties, hooking up and even going steady for some time, until the blonde busty thing known as gwen stacy walked into your high school in sophomore year and made her claim on your then boyfriend. you figured it out after you walked in on them under the bleachers post-game, the spot where you habitually got on your knees to congratulate peter for his win. you stayed with him after a profuse apology and intense “i’m sorry” fuck session, to your dismay, but broke up with him in the beginning of your senior year. now, you two fuck from time to time, scratching an itch when you have it.

you look back at the tease of a photo on your phone, your tits spilling out your plunge neck crop top and your abdomen cutting off right above your pubic area, your pink thong still visible coming up the sides of your hips. you feel miguel plunge his tongue into you, causing you to fall forward, steadying yourself with one hand, phone in the other. “keep this up and i’m gonna squirt on you, but i bet you’re into that huh?” you laugh out a little, miguel moaning into you in response. you try not to get distracted and caption your snap to peter ‘nothing really’ and press send.

immediately, you see that he opens it and he replies just as fast, this time the photo of him in grey sweats with a visible tent, layer out on his bed. the caption attached, ‘wanna turn your nothing to a something? ;)’ and you roll your eyes. you move to answer him with another midriff picture, but you change your mind. “hey, look at me dweeb,” you say, turning the camera so that it’s capturing the angle of miguel’s mouth on your pussy, covered in spit and your juices. he looks up and sees the camera of your phone pointed down towards him and he goes red in the face and tight lipped. “remember what i told you about stopping,” you remind him, and he maintains eye contact with the camera as he goes back to lick a strip up your pussy, from your leaking hole to your clit. you move your unoccupied hand to his face, palm to his cheek as you slowly caress him with your thumb. “that’s a good boy.”

you move your hand from his cheek, trailing softly down to his strong neck and you wrap your hand around his neck and squeeze. at the pressure he lets out a groan, his hands moving to grip your thighs tighter to his face. “fuck miguel, you’re making mommy so happy right now- ah! fuck, just like that. keep doing that, o-okay?” you moan out. he says nothing, his eyes, still maintaining contact with the camera, clouded with lust, answering for him.

you snap a picture, turned on at the lewdness of it. it’s your pussy on miguel’s face, pink panties pushed to the side as his mouth is sucking on your clit, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs, and your hand around his neck at the same time. you make quick work to save the photo and caption it ‘busy, sorry’, feeling your orgasm approach. you press send and drop your phone, ignoring the back to back buzzing, probably of peters reply to your salacious snap.

a steady heat begins to boil in the pit of your stomach, and you keen forwards, your hand leaving miguel’s neck to grip the white sheets on your bed. “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-“ and with that, you feel the pleasure within you tighten then burst, like a damn breaking way, and you begin to tremble as miguel continues his work down on you. the overstimulation begins to hit you, and you feel a spurt of liquid leave your body and miguel groan and suck. “oh my god,” you heave out, “st-stop, no more.”

miguel places a final kiss to your mound as he moves to lift your limp hips for you. he feels sheepish how, his sweater and mouth drenched with your liquids. he wipes his lips and makes way to speak to your still firm on the bed. “are- are you okay?”

you say nothing, grab the nearest pillow you have, and throw it at him. miguel dodges and understands that means get the fuck out.

after collecting yourself, your body still spent and sheets still wet, you roll over on your back and grab your phone to look at what peter replied to you. you open his snap, and laugh a little at his responses.

peter 🚮

| is that fucking o’hara..?

| you’re fucking with me???

| fucking whore

| you sleep with nerds now??

you make way to reply to peter one more time, opening the camera and taking a picture of the wet bedsheets, caption it ‘nerds that can make me cum? yeah’ and unadd him after.

you finally haul yourself up to change your sheets when you see miguel’s glasses on your bed. you grab them and put them on your nightstand, feeling heat rush through your blood to your face, thinking of him and the mess he made of you.

fucking dweeb.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

hihi could you write about pogue!reader who's been in love w jj for like ever and everyone EXCEPT for him know? and like at some point they become fwb bc its easier for her to have something rather than nothing but it does more harm than good lmao (w angryish love confession from her and a confused bc he had no idea but also in love jj)

and we both drew blood

jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader

cw — p in v, slight jealousy, angst, fluff, alochol consumption, happy ending

summary — after everything finally builds up, you tell jj how you feel.

a/n — thank you for the request!! i really hope i did well but i kinda wrote this fast so please forgive me if it sucks. please request more!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

your hands mindlessly gripped the sheets of your bed, whimpering when he hit that deep spot inside of you as he thrusted into you from behind. “oh fuck, j. i‘m gonna cum,” you babbled out as best you could without stuttering.

jj huffed out a laugh and gripped your hips a little tighter to pull you back against him in time with his thrusts. “yeah? ‘m close too,” he mumbled in response as he began to speed his pace up. “cum for me, baby. wanna feel your pretty little pussy squeezin’ my cock.”

you closed your eyes and bit down on your lip to suppress a scream theatening to leave your lips. one of his hands reached around and underneath you to rub tight circles on your clit, making you cry out and moan in overwhelming pleasure. “oh my fuck,” you spluttered between pants. “i’m coming—fuck, jj!”

“always such a good girl for me,” he mumbled, focused on the sight of him sliding in and out of you and a white ring formed around the base of him. he continued rubbing your clit quickly to ride your orgasm out. “shit, baby. so fuckin’ tight around me. squeezin’ me so good. best pussy i’ve ever had.”

you felt tears slip past the corners of your eyes as he fucked into you harder and quicker until he was pressing himself as deep into you as he could and filling you with his warm cum. he smoothed his hands down your aching back and leaned down to kiss the skin of your spine. “that’s it, angel. jus’ fuckin’ take it,” he rasped out while still gently caressing your skin.

when he finally began to soften inside of you, he slowly and carefully pulled out before laying another kiss to your skin then disappearing off to the bathroom to grab a towel. he ran it under warm water, wringing the excess out and returning to you.

he gently grabbed your thighs and turned you over onto your back so you could lay comfortably. “you still with me, sweetheart?” he asked considerately.

“mhm,” you hummed, eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath. your hips jerked when he ran the towel over your spent cunt to clean you up.

jj chuckled softly before launching the fabric to your bucket of dirty laundry and laying down beside you. he pulled you into his chest, your head against the firm muscle and his hands making quick work to throw the blanket over the two of you. “need anythin’ from me? water? a snack?” he questioned.

you shook your head and curled into him further. “i’m good. jus’ tired,” you slurred, still slightly out of it and very very sleepy.

“i’ll head out then and let you get some rest,” he said and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

before he could make another move, you quickly objected. “want you to stay a little longer, j. you’re warm.”

he smiled to himself and shuffled a little bit to get comfortable, knowing he’s probably be here for an hour or two.

the next night, everyone was gathered around at the boneyard for another kegger like they often did on warm summer nights. kooks, pogues, and tourons on littered across the beach with red solo cups in their hands and music playing through the air.

“hey! where were you last night?” sarah asked as he and kiara approached when they finally saw you arrive. “we waited for like, half an hour before we gave up on you.”

you saw the knowing look on kie’s face, rolling your eyes and looking down at your cup of beer. “yeah, sorry guys, something came up and i was stuck at home.”

the brunette couldn’t help but snort. “did the ‘something’ have to do with jj?” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows. “john b and pope said he never showed to the chateau last night.”

you looked around, wondering how you could get out of this even though you already knew you were busted. “you know,” you began with absolutely no clue where to go with this. “somethings happen.”

kiara immediately smiled and clapped her hands then pointed at sarah. “i told you! you owe me twenty bucks,” she said excitedly. “it’s not that hard to find out, babe. we all know you guys are hooking up.”

you shrugged and took another sip of your drink. “i mean, its not exactly a secret.”

sarah gave you a knowing look. “i don’t get why you don’t just tell him how you feel. we all know you guys have liked each other for years.”

shaking your head, you waved off the idea. “i doubt he feels the same way about me and i’m not gonna embarrass myself if he doesn’t,” you replied honestly. “and besides, i like where we’re at right now.”

kiara rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. “oh, come on. no you don’t. you’re upset because you wish there was more between you guys,” she stated. “hanging onto these little bits and pieces is only hurting you more in the long run.”

“guys, it’s not that big of a deal. we just hookup casually every now and then and thats it. i’d rather have some part of him than have nothing at the end of the day,” you admitted. “and it’s not hurting me, i’m fine!”

sarah tilted her head at you, as if to say ‘seriously?’ “dude, we all see it. you’re getting your hopes up and then he’s just letting you down. just tell him how you feel and then at least if he says he doesn’t want anything, then you can move on peacefully and live your life without delusions.”

kiara nodded in agreement. “she’s right babe. we don’t wanna attack you or anything or come off as rude, we jus’ wanna see you happy and you’re obviously not right now,” she said softly and sincerely. “you should really tell him how you feel. i’m sure you’ll be pretty happy with how it turns out.”

you chewed your bottom lip anxiously and looked around to see what was going on only to feel your heart begin to break in your chest. jj was leaned up against a tree with a girl clinging to his arm. she almost looked like you in a way. same hair color and length, similar facial features, similar build.

it made your lip wobble and your stomach turn uncomfortably. “i really appreciate that guys, but i’m just gonna head back to the chateau for a little bit,” you whispered, not trusting your own voice.

the two followed your gaze to jj and the girl, both their faces dropping in a matter of seconds. “do you want us to come with you?” sarah asked softly.

when you shook your head and sniffled to stop the tears, kiara took you into her arms and gave you a tight hug. “you’re gonna be okay. you’re one of the strongest people i know.”

you smiled sadly before the two wished you off with gentle reassuring affirmations. you made the long walk to the chateau in silence as you sipped on what was left of your alcohol and thought about what to do next.

you couldn’t realistically continue this fling with him if he was messing with another girl, even though you technically had no reason to be upset. you were friends with benefits, not dating or exclusive. he was allowed to do whatever he pleased.

yet the nights he’d stay over after making you feel better than you ever had, fucking you so soft and sweet, kissing you so passionately when he’s buried inside you, defending you around everyone, protecting you always, opening up to you about his most personal details, complimenting you every chance he gets. you didn’t understand why he’d do all these things just to go off with someone else.

once you finally arrived, you’d immediately walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of vodka and your old cup. you quickly poured yourself a shot, or two, or three. you didn’t really remember. you also couldn’t remember how much time had passed since you had left the party.

you’d found yourself standing at the shoreline of the beach directly outside of the front door to the chateau. you stood barefoot in the warm sand just far back enough to where the water couldn’t touch you.

you crossed your arms over your body to preserve some of the heat before sighing and rolling the kinks out of your neck. you felt your body and mind start to slowly relax from the various shots you’d taken. it felt like everything had finally gone quiet.

unfortunately for you, that didn’t last long. “hey! where’ve you been? i’ve been looking all over for you. i thought something might’ve happen to you,” jj half shouted as he approached you from the direction of the boneyard. “what happened, cupcake? sarah and kie told me you weren’t feelin’ too hot.”

you couldn’t help but scoff at his words. “looking all over for me?” you repeated as a question. he had to have been lying.

he looked almost confused. “yeah…you’ve been gone for like an hour,” he replied. “i checked the whole party for you.”

“was that before or after you were all over that girl?” you blurted out. you almost instantly regretted it. you didn’t even really want to know.

his expression changed into one you couldn’t quite read. “what?” he asked, voice just above a whisper now. “i went searching for you the moment you left kiara and sarah.” you shook your head in disbelief and turned your head back at the ocean. “i don’t get it. what did i do wrong?”

you took a deep breath and hugged your body tighter when a strong gust of wind blew past you. “i’m not gonna keep doing this jj. god, you’re so oblivious!” you snapped finally, turning your full body to see his. “i mean, at this point i feel like i’m throwing myself at you! i’m always trying to be around you, catering to you, showing you that i’m here for you, asking you to hang out— i even agreed to be fucking friends with benefits just to have something with you!”

you stopped for a minute and sighed. “i ask you to stay the night, to just hold me whenever theres a chance, i ask you to run errands and shit with me just to spend time with you jj. i can’t make it anymore clear how much i like you and i feel like you’re giving me signals sometimes that maybe you feel the same way but then the next day you just act like nothing happened and the inconsistency is killing me!”

jj looked stunned. like he would’ve never seen this coming in a million years as if it weren’t totally noticeable. the pogues all saw they way they felt about each other except them.

“if you don’t want me or see anything, can you please just say that?” your voice shook slightly as you spoke as if the conversation was starting to sober you up and the confidence you once had is gone. “i really fucking like you jj and its really hard to keep acting like everything we do means nothing to me because thats just not true. if you see me as nothing more than just friends with benefits or just friends, please just tell me so i can get over you.”

his mouth was slightly agape as he listened to you talk, shocked that you had all this built up inside. you guys were best friends and he truly thought he’d known everything about you. this was something he would’ve never guessed you’d be keeping from him. his lips twitched like he was gonna say something but the words never came. it was just awkward, tense silence.

you bit your lip to keep it from wobbling as tears of embarrassment clouded your sight. you took one last look at him, your glossy gaze locked on his unreadable one, before deciding to head back into the chateau to grab your things.

he quickly lurched forward and grabbed onto your wrist to keep you from moving any further. “please don’t go,” he said softly. he slid his hand down your arm and took your hand in his before doing the same with the other. “i didn’t know you felt like that, sweetheart.”

you averted your eyes from your interlocked hands up to his pretty blue ones that you’d fallen for over the years. “i’ve always thought you were too good for me. too nice, too smart, too pretty. thought i was always jus’ your best friend,” he said, titling his head slightly and staring right into you. “i really fucking like you too, cupcake. and saying i don’t want you would be a lie.”

a soft gasp left your lips at the confession. never in a million years did you ever think you’d hear those words come out of his mouth in real life. you could’ve swore that only happened in dreams.

what you especially didn’t expect was for him to grab your hips and pull you into him, kissing you full of passion, love, years of wanting. you sighed against his lips and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck before tilting your head a little more to deepen it as his tongue soothed over yours.

once the two of you needed to pull away for air with spit-slick and puffy lips, he was the first to speak. “you’re all mine now, right? my beautiful girl all to myself?” he asked, earning a nod and a hum of approval from you. “good. ‘nd i’m all yours, baby.”

you smiled and pulled him back into you for another kiss. only then did you hear whistling and hollering along with obnoxious claps that you could easily distinguish as your friends returning back from the boneyard.

[yuwuta]

you ask yuuta if he wants a bite of your food and when he says yes you offer your plate to him, but he’s just sat there looking at you with his dumb big bambi boy eyes and his mouth slightly open and he will not look away or blink or close his mouth until you lift your fork to his lips to feed him and then he grins like shit’s sweet and hums about how good the food is like nothing happened like he’s not ridiculously attractive. gonna chew on steel

[deviouz]

Imagine, sex with Jason and he's loud. And I mean loud loud. He's whining, whimpering, and doing literally everything just get you to do more to him, whatever you want just do more to him

THIS ‼️‼️

adding a cut bc i am an absolute fiend for one (1) jason todd (:<

it gets so much worse when he’s underneath you too. like, one hand on your hip with his other arm thrown over his eyes because it’s just too much for him to handle. cheeks all flushed and mouth left agape while he pants and whines and begs and pleads, occasionally dropping in praise after praise because he’s obsessed with how your hips stutter.

and because i’m a switch jason todd truther (!!!!), imagine how flustered he would get when you lean over him and pin his hands above his head? he’s more than capable of breaking free (have you seen his arms, oh my god) but he stays put because he just wants to be good for you ):

“c’mon, jay, tell me what you want. you can do that, can’t you?”

he’d look up at you with hazy eyes and a pleasure-struck expression, gasping when you rolled your hips just right. it’s taking every ounce of willpower he has to not buck his hips up into your addictive heat. surely you recognize that. you can see how good he’s being for you, right? won’t you relent a little?

“ah, fuck,” he gives a full-bodied shudder when you giggle at him, “anything, i want anything. please, angel, just use me-”

[sicklysweetgf]

💗✨💕💗✨💕💗✨💕💗✨💕💗✨💕💗✨

if you’re reading this you have a crush on me no takebacksies

💗✨💕💗✨💕💗✨💕💗✨💗✨💕💗✨💕

[nateezfics]

Can you writea soft, fluffy smut with softdom! San? Like he's being very slow and careful and loving with a lot of praise???

❝ softly and sweetly ❞

: ̗̀➛ intimacy is still new between you and san, and he’s more than willing to be as sweet and patient as you need him to be. 2.9k words.

: ̗̀➛ choi san; boyfriend!san. softy!san. afab!reader. established relationship. fluff. smut.

: ̗̀➛ warnings: minors do not interact! explicit sexual content. unprotected sex. soft sex. not first time sex but still one of the first few times if that makes sense. groping//drying humpimg. oral (f receiving). body worship. breast play. lots of ooey gooey praise that might make your teeth rot. pet names (baby). dirty//sexual language. soft dom!san. sub!reader. intentional lower case and small font.

“this…this is okay, yeah?”

the words were spoken into your skin as san nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. he hovered over you, broad shoulders covering your frame completely, and his body heat permeating into you. his strong hands were lodged on your hips, kneading at the suppleness of your curves there and he desperately wanted to let them continue their pursuit of you, but he needed to make sure you were alright.

your mind was already growing foggy under his touch. your palms were flat against his biceps, and you felt the muscles underneath flex as he busied his hands at your hips. he touched you not with uncertainty, but a carefulness like you were a porcelain doll that might crack if not handled just right. these intimate moments were still new, unfamiliar for the two of you. you’d only just progressed your relationship to a physical one, and san was more than adamant to keep your comfort top priority. you kissed the shell of his ear. “yes, san. it’s okay. more than okay. you can…you can keep going.”

san sighed. out of relief? desire? maybe both, you weren’t sure, but his hands then dipped under the hem of your t-shirt and a million little goosebumps erupted across your skin. his lips pressed into your nape to place a sweet kiss, and then again, and then one more until he was littering your neck with kisses while his hands rose upward. “you feel so good under my touch, baby. so soft.” you were so pliable for him, so reactive, back bowing off the sheets when his finger tips grazed your pebbled nipples.

“touch me more,” you whined, breathless even just from his featherlight caresses. your face turned into him and allowed your whimpers to flood right into his ear. “please.”

“of course,” san cooed. another kiss to your neck. “whatever my baby wants.” he got a good grip on your tits, fondling the soft flesh and eliciting the sweetest of moans from your pretty lips. encouraged by your response, san kept pushing and tugging at them, thumb and pointer fingers pinching your nipples every so often. you were a symphony of sighs and whines, absolute music to his ears. he lifted his head from the warmth of your neck to watch you, smiling when you looked up at him with those darling eyes of yours, already glazed over with desire. “hmm, maybe we should take this,” he pushes at your shirt, “off of you, yeah?”

you nodded much too quickly, so eagerly it made the man above you let out a chuckle. you let him remove the t-shirt from you and he threw it somewhere over the bed. you didn’t care where it landed. exposed to his awaiting gaze, your cheeks grew warm. he grinned and leaned down to kiss the apple of your cheek.

“so beautiful.” san kissed your other cheek before busying his hands with your chest again. there was adoration in his eyes, in his voice. you didn’t even have a moment to feel insecure, not when he looked at you like this. like you were the prettiest thing alive. “how do you feel, baby? okay?”

“yes,” you answered, hands squeezing his arms in assurance. affection swelled in your chest. san was so careful, seeking your approval after everything he did; you felt loved, cherished.

san sat up enough to watch his larger hands engulf your breasts. “such pretty tits. so perfect.” desire was pooling in the pit of your stomach, and that familiar heat ignited between your thighs. you were already wound up to such an extent and he hadn’t even moved on from your chest yet. you needed him desperately. as if he heard you, san swooped down to trap a nipple between his lips, suckling and kissing the bud. his other hand showed affection to the other one, pinching and pulling.

you cried out, arching into his face and pressing you further against him. he showered your breasts with attention until the desire you felt in the pit of your tummy ignited and spread to the rest of your body. like it had a mind of its own your body moved, your hips rutting upward to relieve some of the tension you now felt throbbing between your thighs. the press of his clothed erection awaited you, and at the grind of you against him, san groaned against your skin.

“fuck, baby.” san groaned again, releasing your nipple with a pop! he cast his eyes upwards to you to witness the pure look of desire on your face. and then you rolled your hips again, and the prettiest little pout formed on your lips when the friction wasn’t giving you what you needed. san smiled. “here, let me help you.” he left your chest to sit up tall, hands sliding down your waist to your hips. he pulled you against him just as he rutted into you, digging his erection so perfectly into your pussy it had you sighing wantonly. he did it again, and then again, helping you grind yourself on his erection, alleviating a modicum of the pent up pressure.

“san, need you. need you in me.” you were desperate. your core clenched around nothing, a stark reminder of how absolutely empty you were.

san laughed softly, breathlessly, worked up just from the sight of you so needy. “i know, baby. i know. but patience, okay? i will take care of you. promise.” he dipped down and placed a constellation of kisses between the valley of your breasts and continued lower and lower still until he reached the hem line of your sweats. he shimmied his body down the bed to comfortably lay on his front between your legs. he tugged at your pants, but paused to cast you a look. “can i take these off?

you nodded and whined, but gasped a moment later when the cool air met your skin as your pants were pulled down your legs. now left only in your panties, practically bare before him. the fabric of your panties were now sheer from the way it stuck to your wet sex, and san was quick to voice his fondness of the sight.

“look at you. so pretty and wet for me already.” a single thumb pressed into the wet spot and you mewled at the small contact. he rubbed your clit delicately over the drenched fabric of your panties until you were squirming, body wordlessly begging him for more, more, more! he settled himself between your thighs, resting them over his shoulders before diving his face into your pussy. he placed open mouthed kisses to your clit over your underwear and oh, the sounds you made. the prettiest, sweetest, most darling moans poured from your lips as he kissed your needy sex. your voice, so lascivious yet delicate, resounded in the air and entered his ears before shooting into his bloodstream and rushing right to his cock.

“san…” you were so precious calling out to him.

“yes, baby? what do you need?” he already knew. another kiss to your covered clit. your panties were soaked completely through.

“take my panties off,” you pleaded. “wanna feel your mouth on me without anything in the way.”

san loved how you expressed what you wanted, what you needed. you were so perfect to him. you could’ve done anything and he would’ve thought it the most astounding thing. he tugged at your, now completely soiled, panties until they were off your body, your glistening and delectable pussy now on full display for his viewing — and tasting — pleasure. he groaned as he brought his face closer, inhaling the scent of your arousal and feeling the way his cock strained between his body and the mattress. “such a pretty pussy. you are the most beautiful little thing i’ve ever seen. you know that?”

it was a rhetorical question. not that you could’ve answered anyway when his lips wrapped around your erected clit and sucked, rendering you absolutely speechless above him. your thighs jolted but he was quick to keep them steady on his shoulders. he made out with your pussy slowly, reverently, lovingly. like he was going to take all the time in the world savoring the sweetness of your arousal. and he could have, would’ve been perfectly find to bide his time between your legs until he reached his final moments.

“so sweet,” san sucked your clit. “so perfect.” he sucked and kissed and licked your pearl until you were dissolving into a mess above him. only then did he make his descent to your hole, still clenching and fluttering with a need for attention. he pushed the wet muscle through your folds to lap at your inner walls. he had to keep you in place, your body reacting in earnest to his actions. he tongue fucked you so tentatively until he worked up a steady rhythm, mindful of his nose and how it was perfectly placed to bump your clit so perfectly you saw stars swirling in your vision.

it was so much, yet just enough. overwhelming but you did not want him to stop. you were dangerously close to your peak, san’s mouth working diligently to push you over the edge. “hah! s’close, san! gonna cum!” you were pulling at his hair now as the coil in your belly became almost unbearably tight.

“oh, you’re so perfect,” san drawled. “let go for me, baby. cum on my face. wanna taste every last drop of you.” with his encouraging words and continuous pursuit against your pussy, the coil snapped and you fell into euphoria. your orgasm swept over you, all consuming and powerful. every last nerve was alive, your blood feeling like it had been replaced with fire. san let you ride out every last second of your high on his face, and true to his word, he tasted every last drop until his chin was covered in your essence and his own saliva.

you heaved in and out, thighs shaking and mind reeling from the high. you almost missed the way san began to kiss up your tummy and your chest. when he reached your face, he planted a slow, languid kiss against your lips, allowing you to taste yourself. to taste the evidence of how good he made you feel. your hands found purchase in his hair, inevitably pulling his body closer to yours.

“did that feel good?” it was more than obvious, what with your taste lingering on his tongue and your arousal on his chin. and the way you shook beneath him. he just adored to hear you say aloud how good he made you feel; he felt proud to know that he was learning your body well enough to give you every bit of pleasure you deserved.

“yes.” you kissed him again. “so good, san.” and yet, you couldn’t ignore the empty ache that remained between your legs. despite having just cum, you still needed more. you needed his cock in you, all of it. your lips stayed glued to his while your hand snuck all the way down to his erection; you palmed him through his sweats and the man above you purred appreciatively, rutting into your hand.

“is that what you want, huh?” san grinned into your mouth. “does my pretty baby want to be full of me?”

“need you in me,” you parroted your words from earlier. they still rang true. you were desperate for him and you needed to get his clothes off of him immediately.

“you’re so cute.” he kissed your forehead before he put some distance between you to remove his clothing. you waited on baited breath as more skin became available to you; his shirt and pants joined your clothing on the bedroom floor. his cock strained against his underwear, and you reached out to smooth your hand over it. he closed his eyes and inhaled. “you could undo me with just your touch, you know.”

you smiled and tugged at his underwear to free his cock from its confines. he was so hard, cock engorged and tip red and leaking. you couldn’t help the urge to wrap your hand around him, feeling the heavy weight of him in your grasp. “san…”

“yeah, baby?”

“fuck me. please.”

san smiled. warm. promising. full of love. “with pleasure.” he leaned over to give you a sweet kiss while his hips sunk between your thighs. you spread them wide to allow him room, settling them over his narrow hips. he wrapped a fist around his shaft to line himself up to your hole, but before pressing forward, his eyes met yours. “tell me if you’re uncomfortable. okay?”

you nodded, bottom lip between your teeth as you focused on the press of his cockhead against where you needed him most.

“baby. i need to hear you say it.”

you swallowed. “okay, san.”

“that’s my good baby.” he pushed himself in, only a smidge, but even just the small press forward and your cunt was already sucking him in with a desperate desire to be filled. he chuckled. “so eager for me, but we’re gonna take it slow.”

you mewled at that first stretch as his tip slipped passed your folds, hole enlarging to welcome him in. san was watching you intently as he slowly and carefully fed you inch after inch. he was moving so slow; you had half a mind to just yank his hips forward to take him all in at once, but decided against it. san was a lot to take in, and your little pussy was still getting used to him, still trying to memorize the feel of every last detail of his cock. and this fact was proven now as he pushed another inch passed the tight ring of your walls, your back arching as you moaned into the air at the stretch.

“still doing okay?” san’s voice was low, thick with arousal but full of concern for you. the last thing he wanted was to hurt you, and your pussy was so tight. such a tight fit, and as he slid in slowly he couldn’t help but think of your first time, the first time he spread you apart on his cock. it almost felt like he wasn’t going to fit, but you took him in so well, so perfectly. he could never forget that first hug of your walls around him.

“y-yeah.” you managed to respond despite your mind shutting down with each inch that sunk into your heat. you smiled up at him for added measure, to reassure him that you felt fine, more than fine. you felt full and wonderful and loved.

san was sheathed all the way in at last. you both sighed out in delight. you were so warm and wet and tight around him. his hands soothed over your hips as he remained motionless, allowing you to adjust to the entirety of him. “let me know when i can move.”

“move now. please.” your hands clambered at his shoulders.

san laughed, leaning in to steal a kiss after growing overwhelmed with affection. “you sure?”

“yes, yes!”

his hips drew back slow, achingly slow, before sinking back into you in full. he groaned, you cried. it was pure bliss and he was quick to do it again, and then again, and then again until he set a deep, steady rhythm. he was gentle, of course, but his cock was reaching into your depths with such precision you felt like you were losing your grip on reality.

“s’good, san! s’good!” he filled you so good it was maddening. he was hitting spots inside you you didn’t even know existed. he was already memorizing your body so perfectly.

“my perfect baby, so good for me. taking me so good. ah, just like that, baby.” your pussy was turning him into a mess; neither of you were fairing well at the moment. an absolute depiction of undoing. “love you. so much! so, so much.”

you were close, your body shaking and writhing and bouncing with every slap of his hips against you. it was almost effortless for him to hit the perfect spot and now you were spiraling into pleasure with reckless abandon. “mmh, gonna cum!”

“close, baby? hah, me too.” san didn’t dare mess up the rhythm, not when you were so close to falling apart. his dick throbbed with need for release, but he willed himself to wait for you. “gonna cum for me like the good little baby you are?”

“yes!”

a thumb pressed to your clit in tandem with his thrusts and oh. oh. you broke apart so easily for him, crying and trembling under his frame while he confined to fuck into you, making you feel every last earth shattering bit of your orgasm. his name resounded in the air as you came and you held onto him tightly, undoubtedly spurring him on to his own end.

“shit, baby. ‘m gonna cum. where do you want me?”

you sighed out. “in me. please!”

san wasn’t one to deny you of anything; he gave in to your wish and came undone inside your heat, spilling his white cum into your welcoming walls. he offered a few more shallow thrusts until you both were sated, and collapsed onto you in a sweaty heap. his arms circled your waist and his face nuzzled your neck sweetly. “fuck. have i told you i love you?”

your hands were lazily scratching his back as you tried to level your breathing. “maybe once or twice.”

“well, i definitely do. i love you. my perfect baby.”

“i love you, too.”

notes from nat: thanks for the request, anon! sorry it took so long for me to complete it tho :( also,, this is the first time in a while i’ve written soooooo apologies if this is garbage ahshsh

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[tyunniez]

look at yourself, pretty... bottom male reader

!!.. amab reader, reader wears makeup, reader has a high ego, his bestfriend knocks that ego down lol, mirror sex, top likes to tease...

you stared at yourself in front of the mirror for the hundredth time today, admiring yourself and your choice of outfit for the day.

you twirled around a little checking how your shirt perfectly accentuated your waist and just how nicely your pants hugged your ass.

" i just picked the perfect outfit for today! " you yelled out while still checking yourself out in the mirror while your best friend eyed you.

" you done yet? " he asked, his voice unamused as he's already used to your behavior. you hummed while grabbing your things, already out of the room while yelling at him to hurry up.

he rolled his eyes, " i really don't get your obsession with mirrors.. " he murmured while catching up to you.

the both of you arrived at the cafe and finally managed to get a spot to sit at.

" i can't believe how crowded this place actually is.. the food better be good! " your best friend nodded while looking through the menu, already confused at some of the menu names.

while waiting for him to finish with the menu, you use the mini mirror you always bring with you to fix your hair and look at yourself.

after getting your fill and taking lots of insta worthy photos, you dragged him towards a nearby clothing store, already excited to try on new clothes.

you unlocked the door and showed yourself off to him, " so, how about this one? " you asked while twirling around to show it to him.

he looked you up and down before lazily replying. " yeah sure it looks great. can you hurry up? im getting bored. "

you tsked and closed the door again, opting to judge your outfit yourself. " ugh, you've been saying that for the past three outfits! honestly, why do i even bother asking you! " he rolled his eyes at you, even if you couldn't see it.

" though this other top might look cuter with these jeans... "

" hurry up and stop being so picky! "

after that whole fashion fiesta, you ended up buying all of it anyway, you started dragging him back and forth from place to place.

a satisfied hum escaped your lips as you suck on the spoon that contained gumball-flavored ice cream. you feel refreshed as the cold treat goes down your throat.

" ah.. this place is the best, isn't it? " you said while scooping up another spoon, already missing the taste of the sweet treat.

he hummed while licking up his strawberry ice cream, some of it already dripping down his fingers.

he watched as you set the ice cream down and pulled out your phone camera to look at yourself. " why do you keep looking at yourself on every reflective surface around you? no offense or anything.. " he suddenly asked.

you shut your phone and pick your ice cream up again while shrugging him off. " sometimes when you're just that pretty— "

a groan interrupted you, your best friend obviously annoyed at your response. you laughed at him, satisfied at annoying him again.

" i swear yn, i'm going to knock down that ego of yours. "

" i'd like to see you try. "

you shut your eyes as you tilt your head to the side. " oh no no no, don't you dare look away. " he says while forcing your head to the giant mirror in front of you. " open your fucking eyes, yn. "

you whine while forcing your eyes open to look at him, refusing to look at yourself getting dicked down in the mirror.

" come on, look at yourself pretty. don't you just love doing that? " you look down and shake your head, denying him even if he's actually right.

" i said look at yourself. it's really not that hard of a request right? " he whispered in your ear all while spreading your legs wider for you to see in the mirror.

you finally look at yourself and your dazed expression in the mirror. you glance down to look at how his dick is entering your hole, drool seeping out of your mouth.

he then slides his way onto your cock, rubbing and playing with the tip to tease you.

he laughs in your ear and lets go of your red cock, hoisting your legs up making his cock reach deeper in you and hitting that one spot.

your own best friend had you seated on him with his cock deep inside you. his two hands holding both of your legs up by grabbing under your knees.

he begins slowly, sliding you up and down his cock while enjoying your moans. he watches as your own cock twitch, begging for release already.

" hah look at you, drool down your face just because of this cock. " he taunts you causing you to shoot a glare at him using the mirror.

" s-shut up! if my makeup isn't ruined then are you even fucking me good? honestly, if you— " before your sentence could even finish, he slams you down on his dick making a loud moan escape your mouth.

" not fucking you good? oh, i'll make sure you're fucking crying after this, pretty. "

you whined out loud while trying to bury your face into the sheets, your makeup already long gone, smeared into said sheets.

he pulls your hair up to make you look up into the mirror, not even bothering to stop thrusting into you. " look at yourself pretty. see how your makeup is ruined now? " he mocks you.

you tried to look at yourself, trying to see how your mascara runs down your face because of your nonstop tears, your tears almost wiping the mascara clean. your lipstick smears itself all over your lips with drool and moans escaping from it.

but your eyes keep rolling up from the pleasure, your tears making your vision blurry.

he laughs as he watches your attempt at focusing on yourself, loving the way your eyes kept rolling upwards from how good he's fucking you.

" come on pretty, just look at yourself. don't you love to do that? " he forces your head back down into the sheets, muffling your moans and whines all while cumming into you for the third time already.

he then starts rubbing your cock, your previous release acting as lube for it.

you moan out loud into the sheets as you shoot your load for the fifth time already. "mmh.. no more! " you beg him, your voice muffled.

" ehh..? but im just starting to have fun! "

[chrisdollete]

★ Pussydrunk!Chris Headcanons

WARNINGS!; smut, chris x fem!reader, first time writing, not proof read, and enjoy !

𐬿 pussydrunk!chris who before you guys were “official” would fantasize how you taste…

“f-fuck, just know she would taste so fucking good” Chris lowly grunts out. palming his growing bulge through his gray sweatpants, looking at your new instagram post. Fuck he could just cum at the sight, the way your body looked in that black bodysuit driving him crazy.

𐬿pussydrunk!chris who cums in his pants like a teenage boy off your taste and noises…

your legs are wrapped around the back of Chris’s head. A particularly loud moan leaving you as his tongue eagerly thrusts into your entrance. “oh! -- oh fuck chris!” you scream out the knot in your stomach tightening as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. “taste and sound s’good pretty, soo- fuckk!” his hips buck into the bed as ropes of his cum fills his boxers. As if his orgasm triggered your own you finish in his mouth.

𐬿pussydrunk!chris who accidentally overstimulates you, he’s just so lost in your taste…

your hands are ripping through his hair, your hips lifting off the bed just to once again get roughly slammed back down on Chris bed. “s’to much chris ! much -- alot !” you babble out tears escaping your eyes. the feeling of his mouth suctioning your poor sensitive clit is far to much. Chris takes one last long lick, collecting your mess from your cunt before pulling away. your juices dripping from his chin as he gives you a lazy smile. “j-just taste so good ma, m’sorry”.

𐬿pussydrunk!chris who will drown himself in your juices, his cheeks red and flushed when he come up for air…

“chriss ! c-can’t -- oh!” you squeal out as you attempt to run from his unforgiving tongue lapping at your folds as you begin to cum. His hands latching onto your hips forcing you to give it all to him. As his head returns from in between your thighs. his lips flushed as well as his cheeks, he’s breathing oh so hard.

𐬿pussydrunk!chris who just wanna hear how good he makes you feel with his mouth

“m-make me feel oh s’good baby” you softly say. chris hands are rubbing your now bruised hips, his puffy pink lips softly kissing your tears of pleasure away. “yeah ma? make you feel better than anyone can hm?”. His voice so low and raged from earlier.

“promise I can make you feel even better, can I do that pretty girl. gonna give me one more, yeah?”…

[agirlwithglam]

I recently realized I have to stop sulking over my life but I struggle with embodying my dream self sm ughh

Do you have any tips?

Ok, what would ur highest self do RIGHT NOW? Like if she was going through sulking and not feeling her best, how would she tackle it? What would she do?

Take it slow, give yourself some rest, write down goals, make a to do list.

If you’re still stuck, here’s mini action plans for you🍰

🍓 1. Goals.

What’s your mega goal- what do you want from life? To be a doctor, have a business, what is it? (Try not to make it too vague)

Next, find out the things you need to get done to achieve this goal. So if you want to build a big business, you probably need money, a good product to sell, business & salesman knowledge, etc.

Once you got that, now figure out how you’ll achieve those things- for example; you need business or salesmen knowledge? Read books, listen to podcasts, watch videos, ask people around you for tips, etc. so that’s what you can start with, everyday listening to a podcast or reading a chapter will definitely bring you closer to that goal.

Then it’s just basically practice and consistency. Keep going, don’t give up! Make a to do list for each day, but don’t forget to add rewards as well.

🍓 2. Take it slow, prioritise your mental health.

Are you feeling okay? Is your health good? Have you been exercising, eating well, getting a good amount of sleep? Sometimes it’s just not taking care of yourself properly which can make you struggle and feel stuck!

So go, put on a face mask, do some yoga or exercise, whatever floats your boat, read, shower, and take a nap. Then when you feel better, do the Goals part.

🍓 3. Find the small happinesses in life.

You’re sulking? Maybe then take a day off and just become a child again. Go out for a walk (if you can & it’s safe), go for a swim with your friends, just laugh and have fun without another care in the world.

Be your inner child! Have fun!

Anyways I hoped that helped, I have a bunch of other stuff on self improvement & becoming your best self so u can read that too and also: watch thewizardliz or Tam Kaur or anything good yt, it helps.

Xoxoxoxoxo

[jesuistrestriste]

30s art donaldson tired af from tashi working him to the bone. so tired that he just wants to lay down but is also very horny cuz when is that man not and he asks reader “can you please just sit on my face” in a really quiet whimper or smth idk (i really just want to read about sitting on art’s face lol)

when art showed up at your door, sweaty and tired and flushed all over, you knew that you wouldn't be able to resist his pleas for attention. the exhausted, slightly defeated look in his pretty blue eyes had you weak all over. it was just no use.

he looked like a kicked puppy.

or maybe just a really over-worked man.

but that was beside the point.

you ushered him inside, cupping his face and cooing at him in all the ways you knew that he needed you to. he pouted. he whined. you could practically imagine a tail tucked between his legs. his coach must have really chewed him out during practice. he had been on a downward spiral in terms of his ability to win for the last few months. it had been rough, to say the least.

he kicked off his shoes and stumbled over to your living room floor, sitting down on the carpet where he opted to stretch his hamstrings. you sat in front of him and ran a hand through his damp hair. he leaned into your touch instinctually, and then buried his face into your neck as his hands slid to hold your lower back.

you embraced him and rubbed his back, hearing him let out little noises of contentment as your palms caressed circles over his aching body. you pressed a kiss to his neck. he tasted like salt and self-doubt, which was not unusual for him after he had just freshly come back from the courts.

he moaned softly against you and then his lips were on yours with a tender ferocity that he always carried. his tongue was eagerly slipping past your teeth to lick at yours, and then he was pulling you closer and furrowing his brows.

"Please," he whispered against your lips as he tilted his head to change angles. his dick was already hard. that's how easy it was for you to get him worked up.

"What-" you pause, kissing him deeper, "What is it?"

his hands gripped your hips.

"Can you please just sit on my face?"

you felt your body warm up instantly at the sound of his whimpered plea, like a bucket of hot spring water had been dumped over you, and you nod slowly against his lips.

within thirty seconds, he was laying flat on his back on your floor, and the clothing on the lower half of your body had been removed and tossed aside to unknown places.

you crawled up his form, and he watched your every move with bated breath, letting his fingers ghost over your body as you inched your way up to his mouth.

when you finally hovered above him on your bent knees, pussy just inches away from his desperate tongue, he immediately shuddered underneath you and looked up to your eyes with a look that begged you before he could even get the right words out.

"C'mon, please.." he moaned pathetically, hands now grasping at your torso and trying to pull you down to him.

you smile, biting your bottom lip.

"Ask me again."

his hips lifted up from the carpet, bucking into the air and affectively jolting the both of you. it was an accident; he didn't mean to. it was just that his mouth was watering and he was too fucking aroused to think properly.

"Will you sit on my face? Please?"

and with that, you lowered your wet core down to his mouth and relished in the way that he immediately groaned into you. his hands tightly held the back of your thighs as his lips suckled on your clit and his tongue lathed sloppily over your slick folds. his tongue darted in and out slowly from your hole, trying with everything in him to taste all that he possibly could.

you rocked your hips over his face, smearing his chin and the tip of his nose with your slimy arousal, but he couldn't have asked for anything better. he loved this. he craved this with everything in him. he wanted you to sit on him like this for however long you could stand it. he could die like this and be happy.

your orgasm built quickly thanks to his expert knowledge on what and where you liked to be kissed and tongued, and he let you gush over his face until you were shaking like a leaf. he gulped every drop down.

at the tail end of your climax, you felt his body shake below you, his eyes rolled back into his head as he gasped and murmured muffled words into your sopping cunt. you arch your back and pivot your body to look down at his form, and your eyes are instantly drawn to the wet patch soaking and growing over the fabric of his gym shorts.

he made you cum a second time after that. and then a third. and a fourth. your hands stayed tangled in his hair through each one, and you called out his name every time the waves of pleasure rushed through you.

even though you wanted art to feel better about himself in terms of his tennis career, there were certain.. perks to him feeling down about it. making you cum let him feel like a winner again, so you were going to ride this low-point of his for as long as you could. you knew he wouldn't mind.