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[pupslimes]

don't let me in with no intention to keep me... part 3

okay very much waiting for the edible to kick in as i post this... this ones a lil shorter but i have a longer part planned for 4! love u guysssssss

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You whimper loudly as your hand slips back between your legs, fingers sliding into soft wet heat. Charlie groans, his eyes roaming over you, before surging forward, hand slipping off his cock, to kiss you harshly. A gasp works its way out of your lips as you kiss him back, your throat ragged with want by now. His hands make their way up to fist into your hair. He grips into it with both hands, fingers digging into your scalp. His nails scrape pleasantly across it, eliciting a satisfied noise from you, and he drags you closer to him. You practically fall into his lap, clambering at his thighs for purchase. Heady noises escape his throat, and maybe you leave your hands kneading into his legs just a little bit longer to continue dragging the sounds out of him. He notices quickly, and begins tugging at you insistently to settle, which you oblige.

His hands grip at your sides and help you settle into his lap again, sidesaddle over the arm of the couch, lower legs and feet kicking freely. Hold better on you now, his tongue and teeth make their appearances again, leaving you practically mewling into his mouth. “Fuck… baby boy…” he groans. “Do you understand how badly I want to fuck you right now?” Images of Charlie stuffing his now red and throbbing cock deep into you flash through your mind, and you feel yourself growing a degree more feral at the thought.

“Do it,” you mutter, beginning to mouth at his neck. Charlie seems to consider this, an affirmative hum leaving his chest at your ministrations. He lets you continue for a while longer, and you relish the chance to mark him up the way he marked you.  Soon, however, a hand snakes up between your bodies to grip at your throat gently, pulling you off his neck..

“Pretty boy,” an eyebrow raises at your whine. “I said I'm giving you a demonstration. After said demonstration, I can bend you over your couch and fuck you, if you have anything left in you. But right now, you're going to watch, and you're going to learn. You're the one who asked for this, and now you're going to take it like a good boy,” The hand around your throat tightens slightly. “Understand, puppy?”

Your hips jerk at the nickname, and he chuckles darkly. “Puppy, huh? Guess we'll have to find a collar for you,” Before you can even find it in yourself to react to his words, leather collars with golden hardware swirling through your mind, he continues speaking. “Now. Legs back over my thighs, yeah?” Dizzily, you shift your weight around in his lap, attempting to situate yourself once more how he demands. He grips your hips as you do, thumbs pressing into them to move you with ease. You moan at the sensation, falling forward into his shoulder. He doesn't speak, continuing to rub circles into them as you attempt to adjust yourself with his… help may be the wrong word in this moment. The only thing he’s helping is how fucking soaked you are. When you finally settle, he kisses your cheek as his hands slide up your thighs. “Looks like someone bought front row seats,” You giggle, shaking your head slightly. He smirks at you, lopsided, and you have the urge to bite his cheek as it squishes up. His hand comes up under your chin to tap it gently as he speaks. “Now, watch and learn, puppy,” Your attention is rapt.

He takes himself back in his hand, starting again at his slow pace. “Match me, baby,” he whispers. Your hand slips down to stroke yourself between two fingers, spreading yourself wide as you do. Soft, slick noises from both of you fill the room, and Charlie worries his lower lip between his teeth as he watches you.

“Baby…”

His eyes meet yours for a brief moment., before focusing back on your hand. “You look so cute all hard and leaking for me, baby boy. You know that, right?” Its almost too much to handle. Your fingers press together, and you grind your clit between them, seeking more friction. His eyes light up. “Feels good, darling?” You nod pitifully. “Think you can get off again on just your cock? Or do you need your fingers in your cunt to make it there?” Your brain goes fuzzy as he calls it a cock again, losing yourself in the praise and the images of Charlie jerking you off that it conjures. You realize you're fading away from him again, and desperate not to be called on it this time, react without thinking.

You shake your head quickly. “I can do it!” You protest. Oh fuck. What did you just get yourself into?

Charlie's lazy smile returns, but his eyes sparkle like he knows your secret. “I knew you could. Good puppy. Show me,” he praises you. His pace quickens, and you readjust your grip on your clit…no. Cock. Fuck. The things this man is doing to your brain.  Your thumb joins your fingers in dragging up and down it, matching his pace. “Oh my… Char…” You can’t help the noises working their way out of you now, and your cheeks flush even further. He just continues to smile at you, gaze roaming your body. After a while, he has to break eye contact, his head tilting back as he groans. “Nngh… “ You see his cock twitch in his hand, and suddenly you can feel your heartbeat in your ears.

At the sight of his blissed out face and pulsing dick, you can't help but start bucking your hips, seeking any further contact. You know he's forbidden it, but you almost want to press yourself against his shaft and fingers, grinding against them. You picture his fingers all soaked in your slick and start feeling a little light headed. When he feels you squirming in his lap, Charlie's head snaps back up to you, his gaze eagerly taking you in as you shift and twist in his lap, wrist snapping against yourself. He seems to sense what you need immediately, and wastes no more time in providing it for you. “That's it angel,” he coos at you, in that fucking whiskey smooth voice that made you cum the first time on its own, and you swear is about to make you dissappear over the edge a second time. His tone drips saccharine as he praises you, your eyes locked on the way he brings his fist up and down his own cock, and you match his rhythm. You feel the heat drawing to a center point in your stomach, the butterflies melting within the core as you grow closer and closer. You're unsure how he's even talking right now, the pace almost brutal for you, with that and his words taking up all the space in your brain. “That's it baby. Make yourself cum for me,”

His words take you over the edge again. Your grip breaks, fingers slipping as sickness gushes out of you again, and you find yourself grinding against the heel of your hand. It feels like the wave crests and over again, pulses emanating from your cock to the rest of your pussy, hole clenching around nothing as it desperately seeks to be filled, to have his cock buried in you as you tilt over the edge for what feels like hours. “Char…lie…” you call out. “Charlie Charlie Charliecharliecharliefuckfuckfuck please,” You can't help yourself from begging this time. As the waves shrink, and your hips continue to give aborted thrusts, you look up to meet his gaze. He has the same look as last time, feral and hungry and ready to devour you, and his hand is clamped at the base of his cock again. 

“Such a good boy,” he rasps out. “Alright puppy, time to stretch yourself out now. I wanna see you cum on your fingers,”

Oh. Oh fuck.

[niccolites]

able to track when i start ovulating bc that's when i start being able to vividly picture soaps fingers digging into my molars

[luvsupa]

BUT YOU’RE A …VAMPIRE?!

terrible summary: fucking the towns hottest college student—a bonus. . . he’s a vampire!

tags: vampire!choso x fem!reader, choso and reader are in college, reader babysits yuji, heavily inspired by tvd 🙂‍↕️, lowkey long before smut scene sorryyy, smut (p in v), face sitting, mating press, blōod play, sqūirting, feral choso, sub!choso (a little), hes insanely fast and strong, errmm idk what else, mdni

w.c: 2.3k

a/n: 1. TY GUYS FOR 1.5K ???? THIS IS INSANEEE, 2. I hope u guys enjoy bc this is my first kinktober so I hope I satisfy y’all 🧟‍♀️

kinktober masterlist

“this movie’s not even scary,” yuji mutters from under the blankets, trying to hide the tremble in his voice. he begged you to play halloween, the most gruesome movie you’ve ever seen. maybe it wasn’t the best idea for a teenage boy—he’d probably have nightmares—but you just wanted him to stop whining. you giggle as he shrieks when michael myers catches a screaming woman, his eyes glued to the screen despite his words.

suddenly, the movie pauses, and you glance up from your phone, wondering why. “can you do my halloween makeup now? megumi’s coming soon, and we’re going trick-or-treating,” yuji asks, hopeful. you sigh internally, not because of him, but because this isn’t how you planned to spend your halloween. midterms are next week, and you haven’t even started studying!

you nod, grabbing your makeup bag already packed with halloween supplies. yuji sits in the dining room—where the lighting is better—facing the television. he’s jumpy as the movie resumes, flinching at every scare, ruining the makeup more than once. you’re just applying fake blood to his mouth to piece together the vampire look when the front door slams open, the sound deafening. you both scream, your heart pounding as your eyes dart toward the source.

choso.

you nearly drop the makeup brush, fake blood splattering the polished floor. choso’s laughter echoes through the room, and you stare at him in shock, your heart racing from the scare—and the sight of him. you haven’t seen him in nearly a year since he moved abroad for school. you thought your crush on him had faded, but now, seeing him again…he’s even more attractive. more buff. and is he dressed as a vampire? how fitting for the brothers.

choso brings in, a beautiful girl trailing behind him, her expression uneasy. you notice something odd—they’re matching.

“that wasn’t funny, choso,” yuji grumbles, pushing him away when choso messes up his slicked-back hair. but your attention is elsewhere, drawn to choso’s costume. the fangs look too real, and dried blood stains the corners of his lips. your stomach twists with unease.

“hey, choso, your costume is… really cool,” you manage to say, your voice catching as his gaze locks onto yours. his eyes—there’s a tint of red. it feels like he’s staring straight through you, searching for something deeper. and then, you notice the girl again, her pale complexion, her exhausted, haunted look.

and her neck.

multiple bite marks—no, fang marks—line her skin, and you swear you see blood trickling from one of them. who in the hell did their makeup?

“costume? oh no, we’re not—”

“teenage versions of dracula and draculara,” choso cuts in coldly, his gaze never leaving yours. your heart pounds, the tension in the room thickening. you know what dracula looks like and it’s not what he’s wearing.

the movie continues playing in the background as it fades into nothing. choso’s lips twitch as he stares at your neck, his eyes darkening when they land on the pulsing vein just beneath the surface. you feel a lump form in your throat, and yuji shifts awkwardly between you both, oblivious to the growing danger.

without another word, choso snaps out of it, pulling the girl upstairs in a hurry. loud, frantic footsteps echo as the door slams shut behind them. you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

after finishing yuji’s costume, the movie mercifully ends. you take a few photos of yuji with his plastic vampire fangs before megumi and nobara arrive in matching outfits. they thank you, and with a final warning to stay close to the block, you send them off. at last, you’re alone—ready to relax.

but when you return to the dining room, your peace is shattered. the mess from the makeup is worse than you remembered, and you groan. you huff as you start cleaning up, scrubbing the floor and tossing used brushes into the nearby sink. and then, you feel it.

someone’s watching you.

you freeze, a chill running down your spine. slowly, you turn around, your heart racing, and nearly scream again. choso is leaning against the staircase, his dark eyes fixed on you, an unsettling smile tugging at his lips.

“gosh, choso, you scared me,” you exclaim, clutching the counter for support.

“no need to be scared,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous as he walks closer following you into the kitchen. “i was just… admiring the view.”

heat rushes to your cheeks, but there’s a sinister edge to his words that makes you uneasy. still, you mutter a soft “pervert,” hoping to shake off the tension. but choso hears you clearly, his dark chuckle sending shivers down your spine.

you walk to the dirty dishes as you start cleaning up the previous mess, trying to ignore the growing sense of dread as he offers to help, standing too close for comfort. his presence is suffocating, his body radiating cold as he dries each dish you hand him. “so… you got a boyfriend?” he asks bluntly, and your breath catches.

“no… i’ve been busy with school,” you stammer, your heart pounding in your chest. his lips curl into a smirk, and you hear him whisper, “good girl.”

your knees weaken, and you squeeze your thighs together, feeling a surge of warmth between your legs. he knows. he can smell it. your mind spins as you struggle to focus on washing the dishes. when your hand accidentally brushes his, the icy coldness jolts you, your breath hitching.

you glance at him through the window in front of the sink. dread pooling in your stomach. no way…

the fangs. the eyes. the ice cold touch.

he’s a—

“c’monnn, you’re letting the water run too long,” choso interrupts, snapping you back to reality. you quickly apologize, shaking off the thought as you rinse off the next dirty dish. holding a tiny kitchen knife, you stare at your reflection in the window. choso stands impatiently, waiting for you to hurry up. biting your lip, you rinse the knife, but just before you hand it to him, you ‘accidentally’ slice the tip of your finger.

you watch the way his eyes darken, his pupils dilating as veins bulge beneath his skin. his lips part, his fangs elongating as he watches your blood dribble down with the almost animalistic hunger.

panic grips you and instinct kicks in, and you sprint for the front door, tears stinging your eyes, terrified of ending up like the victims in the horror movies. you twist the doorknob, but choso is suddenly in front of you, covering your mouth with his hand as he dragging you back inside, the door slams behind you with a deafening thud.

“shh, baby…I know, ’m not gonna hurt you,” choso whispers, his voice rough as he coaxes you to the couch. you tremble, tears blurring your vision.

“cho… you’re a—a vampire?” you manage to choke out, the words feeling unreal in your mouth. choso nods, his eyes fixed on the blood still oozing from your finger. something inside you shifts, your fear dissolving as something darker takes over.

fuck it.

“you want it, cho’?” you murmur, lifting your finger to his lips, smearing your blood across them. his eyes roll back, his fangs glistening as he lets out a desperate moan, his hunger consuming him.

you lean closer, your voice a seductive whisper, “then take it.”

and oh did you truly mess up. badly.

choso had never tasted anything as sweet and addicting as you—the sweetest he’s ever known since his transformation into a vampire. that’s why he has you sitting on his face, your pussy suffocating him as his icy hands pull you deeper against his mouth. your thighs tremble on either side of his head, fingers gripping the armrest for support. your eyes roll back as his slick tongue plunges deep into your pulsing walls, his nose brushing against your swollen clit.

“ch-cho’. . slow d-down..” you wail, trying to pull away from his inhuman tongue—but he growls. the wet, messy sounds of slurping and groans fill your ears as you’re losing yourself on his tongue. you can’t help it—you start grinding even deeper into his face, chasing that high as he hums against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. your nails dig into the armrest, knuckles white, as you glance down with glazed eyes—his brows are furrowed, veins pulsing under his skin, soft brown hair that was once tied up now sprawled wildly across the couch.

he’s slurping you up like you’re his last meal, completely lost in the taste of you. it’s like you’ve got him under some kind of spell, and he can’t stop. he pulls you deeper into his face until you’re sure you’ll break. your thighs shake uncontrollably, your stomach tightening as you feel your orgasm slam into you, broken cries spilling from your lips, soaking his tongue in your release.

“mmf— ‘m gonna—”

“not yet,” choso commands, lifting you off his face and tossing you flat on your back with a rough ‘oof’ escaping your lips. your mind is too foggy to register anything as he grabs your ankles, placing them on either side of his shoulders. your cunt spasms uncontrollably, slick dripping down as you whimper, watching him grip the base of his thick cock. his chubby tip parts your swollen folds, sliding up and down your dripping slit, teasing your twitching hole, not giving you what you desperately need. your gaze locks with his, and your heart skips a beat—his eyes fixed on the pulsing vein in your neck, his mouth trembling as his fangs grow longer.

“hahh— I need a t-taste,” he moans, the whites of his eyes turning black as he repeats the same words, over and over, to himself. before you can even respond, he slams into you, balls-deep, a broken sob tearing from your throat he’s stretching you so wide it hurts so good as his thick crown head bullies your sweet spot. your whole body jiggles with each brutal thrust, clenching down hard as his cock stretches you abnormally wide. he’s lost in the feeling, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you swear he’s leaving bruises, all while he keeps mumbling to himself, lost in a frenzy.

he’s completely feral, growling with every thrust, eyes locked on your neck like he’s about to tear into you, his cock stretching you wide as your body shakes from the sheer force of his inhumane thrusts.

“y-yes… cho’, have a t-taste,” you stutter, tilting your head to the side, exposing the throbbing vein he’s been eyeing with hunger. his eyes gleam with feral desire as he leans down, his thick cock still relentlessly jackhammering deep inside you. 

he groans into your neck, inhaling your scent, and your shaking hands pull him closer, legs wrapping tight around his waist, locking him in as your eyes roll back. the sharp sting of his fangs sinking deep into your neck pulls a guttural moan from you, his mouth latched onto your skin as he drinks, each slurp sending electric shocks through your body. his thrusts become erratic, vicious, slamming into your poor cervix as he drinks greedily from you.

“s-such a good vampire,” you pant, praising him as he pulls away from your neck, rising up to look at you—and fuck, he’s completely lost in it. his blacked-out eyes, mouth hanging open, dripping with blood, his chin smeared in a mess of fluids. his monstrous look beyond attractive you don’t even think—you grab him by the face and yank him down to your lips, moaning as the metallic tang of your blood touches your tongue. your lips move against his hungrily, tasting the mix of your blood and his spit as he pounds into your sloppy, swollen cunt that grips him so tight it’s driving him crazy. his thrusts become more brutal, more desperate, his cock throbbing as you cling to him, completely helpless under his inhuman strength.

he pulls away from the kiss with a growl, leaving you breathless, licking your lips as the taste of blood lingers. with no warning, choso grabs your thighs and folds you in half—ankles pressed right up against your ears. he fucks you deeper, so deep you swear he’s going to break you, every thrust harder, more punishing than the last as you whimper and sob beneath him.

“fuckkk— pussy’s suckin’ the s-soul outta me,” he groans, forcing your thighs deeper into your chest, bending you in half like you’re nothing. all you can do is take it, your body completely at his mercy, trembling under his brutal, inhuman pace. his cock pounds into you relentlessly, each thrust sending shockwaves through your entire body, your mind turning into a haze of desperate moans and babbled pleas.

and then, it hits—your orgasm slams into you, hard and fast, like a wave crashing over you. eyes rolling back as your walls clamp down around him, milking his cock, spasming so hard you’re seeing stars. your legs shake uncontrollably as you feel the hot rush of your release soaking both of you, dripping down your thighs, adding to the messy slick between your bodies. you’re screaming, but it’s incoherent—just broken sobs and moans, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure ripping through you.

choso feels it too, your pussy squeezing him so tight he can barely move, and with a deep growl, he spills inside you, thick, hot ropes of cum filling you to the brim. you can feel him pulsing inside you, filling you so full that it starts to leak out, your stomach bulging slightly from how much he’s pumped into you. your whole body trembles, completely spent, as your cunt flutters around him, milking every last drop.

“heyy pretty, c’mon—wake up,” choso coos, giving your swollen, throbbing cunt a hard slap. the impact makes you jolt, and the wet, sticky sound echoes through the living room as your mixed juices splatter everywhere, slick covering your lower stomach and seeping into the couch. broken moans slip past your lips, your eyes fluttering open just in time to see him towering over you, his cock still hard and dripping with cum, more spilling from his tip.

“we’re nowhere near done.” 

[kissohee]

making out with taesan on his lap or in bed and he gets turned on really fast he starts grabbing u firmly and grinding against u bc he’s desperate asf… NNNGHHNHN PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT MAKING OUT WITH HIM IM CRAZYYY

taesan x fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 681 ☆ one-shot mdni! warnings; making out, taesans very needy, premature ejaculation, hickeys, minimal talking, no plot, its short sorry! a/n; sorry this is sooo late but,,,, i got u babe ❣️

You've missed the feeling of your boyfriend's lips on yours, and it's clear he did the same. He was acting upon his eagerness more than you were, making it obvious how much he wanted you. "Wait, Dongmin, Slow down."

He shakes his head, and you feel his hair against your forehead. It's been a while since you and Dongmin had the time to do anything, the both of you being incredibly busy. He wraps his hands around you before bringing them to his lap, your knees on either side of his body. The feeling of his tongue around yours, and his hands on your body reminded you just how desperate you were feeling too. You didn't want to interrupt the moment by removing his shirt, so you just settled on playing with the hem of it. Dongmin left your lips and traveled down your neck, searching for the sensitive spot he knew you had. When he found it, he let his lips linger there, receiving a light moan from you. He smiled against your neck, his kisses traveling down with an occasional suck, leaving bright hickeys all over your skin. He gets to the center of your chest, and moves up to the middle of your neck, before making his way back to your lips. When he bites your lip, it causes you to let out another noise. Except this time you feel him raise his hips, grazing them against yours. The quick feeling almost making your eyes roll back. You settle your hands on his neck, and you feel his own snake under your shirt and up to your breasts. "I've missed you.." "Me.? or my boobs.?" You attempt to tease, getting no reaction out of him. He looks into your eyes, his lips covered in your and his saliva, "You." The way his gaze stayed on you, made your body heat up. You could see the desperation in his eyes, and just how much he missed doing this with you. It's almost like time stayed still, the two of you staring into each other's eyes, admiring one another. Until he moved his hips again, holding your waist down with his hands. His brows furrowed together as he looks at where your laps touch. You were sure you had the same expression on your face as well, the look of pleasure, but also a look of want. It wasn't enough, but you couldn't speed things up after asking him to slow things down. He must've taken note of your face, because he continues to grind up against you, his hands starting to shake a bit from how rough he was holding onto you. He'd have to apologize later for the red marks it'd make on your skin. But for now, that didn't matter. What mattered was the tight feeling in his pants, and the warmth from yours. And the slight relief he was feeling from the simple action of him rubbing himself against you, was slowly making him lose his mind. Dongmin wanted to stop, he wanted to go further, but he couldn't find it in himself to. Your moans, and the feeling in his stomach, were all contributing to his drive to continue. You hadn't expected such a simple action to make so many noises come out of you, and there wasn't any way for you to stop them from exiting you either. Eventually your moans matched with his grinding, your bodies syncing up. You did your best to hold all the pleasure you were feeling, not wanting to release from his grinding. You wanted more, you wanted him. His hips sped up, and you held onto his shoulders, allowing him to do all the work. His hair sticking to his forehead, and you were sure yours was so too based on the humidity in the room. But it didn't seem to bother him, or affect his pace. "Fu-fuck..." You feel his hips twitch under you, the expression on his face telling you everything you need to know. Looking down at where your crotches met,, was a big wet spot.

[plasticferal]

can u plsss write a Matt smut where the reader is like obsessed with his teeth and then she kind of jokes ab licking his teeth but shes not actually joking and then u know the rest

take it or leave it | matt sturniolo.

authors note: this was so fun to write. here’s some kind of soft, lust filled bff!matt turned lovers.

warnings: fem reader, not obscene or 18+ but read at your own discretion. a lot of dialogue, light biting, mark leaving, explicit language.

you just can't stop staring at your best friend. all he's doing is chewing on a paper straw, swirling it around his soft drink. his eyes are glued to his screen, scrolling through his phone, both of his elbows planted on the dining table.

"i can feel you staring," matt talks with the straw still in his mouth, flashing his perfect teeth with a conceited smirk. you scoff, digging your fork back into the dessert that sits in front of you, to avoid the interrogation you feel coming your way.

"i didn't say stop," you feel his eyes burn holes into you, tone earnest and deep, just waiting for you to glance up at him again.

"wasn't even staring," you speak through a muffled mouthful of cake, not caring if he sees the food in your mouth. he's the closest person in your life, he's probably seen worse.

"real sexy, kid" he teases, staring at your mouth and chuckling as you cover it to swallow your food, flipping him off from across the table.

"no for real, what were you looking at? like be specific," he asks, placing his phone screen down on the table, shuffling in his chair and adjusting his posture. you raise an eyebrow at him, wondering what the hell he's on about.

"i can't just admire my best friend?" you sarcastically smile and bat your eyelashes at him, resting your chin into the palm of your hands.

"specifics, go." matt isn't having it, and you drop the act fast.

you ponder on your answer for a moment, or at least pretend to. you know exactly what you want to say but you don't need him getting a big head. well, bigger. he's a walking, talking, humble brag. especially around you.

"ah, okaaaay," you pout your lips with contemplation.

"your eyes i guess. they're pretty. you know that, though" you shrug, prodding at your dessert again, not having any intention on finishing it at this point. matt has you cornered with his new train of thought.

"boring, next." he deadpans, throwing his head back with an eye roll before looking at you again. he folds his arms over his chest, leaning back leisurely.

"fine. ah, your teeth. i'm like obsessed with them. is that a better answer?" you quip, grabbing your plate and pushing away from the table to make your way to the sink.

you hear matt behind you let out an audible "huh?" and can picture the confusion on his face. you don't know what it is about his teeth, or his smile in general. you just get stunned at how perfect they are, the way they just suit his face so much.

they just look like they could form the perfect bite in your skin. he's always chewing a new flavoured gum, flashing them subtly past his perfectly pink lips, and his breath always smells nice. it's weirdly inviting. all thoughts you absolutely shouldn't be having about matthew.

"hang on, rewind. my teeth?" there's an amused underlining to his response, and you just wish you could take back what you said, joke or not.

you rinse the plate off and immediately ignore him, drying your hands with paper towel before bee-lining for the bin in the small dark corner of the room.

"you got your answer, matthew. get over it," you exhale, tossing it into the black rubbish bag.

"no no, i'm not done with you yet," you hear his chair make a disturbing scratchy squeak against the vinyl floors with how fast he pushes his chair back, following where your body is moving.

you walk around the dining table in the opposite direction of him, but he changes directions to match yours. you collapse onto the couch, sitting cross legged and he falls into the spot right next to you, despite having the entire couch. your shoulders are touching and his knee his touching yours.

"you were staring at my teeth and now i need to know why," matt requests, leaning one elbow up on the back of the couch, facing you completely.

"i can't answer tha-"

"y/n" he cuts you off seriously.

"i don't know, okay? drop it, matthew." you push back with frustration, not understanding why he can't. it's either he's pushing your buttons on purpose or he can sense the subject easily taking a turn in a different direction.

"i'm not trying to piss you off. i just wanted know. sorry" his voice softens, and he shifts so he's facing the t.v.

you almost feel bad snapping at him, considering you instigated his reaction in the first place by not justifying it straight away.

you bite your nails, trying to avoid talking. it's so hard with matt. he just always brings it out of you. looking at him while he watches the screen ahead of you just makes you yearn to hear his voice again. he's so quiet for the most part that when you get him out of his shell you don't ever want him to stop.

"i've always liked your teeth. i don't know what it is. i wish i could explain it but i can't," you speak shyly, a very rare feeling around him.

you have literally shared every waking thought with this man. it just feels so different when it involves him personally. on a physical descriptive level. matt leans his head back on the massive couch cushion, giving you a lazy half grin, looking up at you through hooded eyes.

"do you just like staring at them or do you wanna like, touch them?" he flashes his teeth like a vampire, and you push his face away with a laugh, knowing he's teasing with good intention. he chuckles, pushing your own hand back into your body.

"you're never gonna let me live this down, are you?"

"not until i can wrap my head around it, no" he folds his arms over his chest, tucking his hands into his armpits and they disappear under his oversized hoodie, snickering at his own defence.

he looks you in the eyes, the same fiery stare he gives you when he's about to say something out of pocket, you can read him like a book.

"you wanna touch 'em?"

"matt," you scold, knowing whatever he has planned is just to keep this joke lingering. or what you think is a joke to him.

"i'm serious, let's see if we can get to the bottom of this little fetish of yours" he's so pleased with his words, grinning like an idiot as he nestles his face closer to yours.

"i'd get more pleasure out of it with my tongue," you chortle, then pause suddenly, not believing what you just said out loud.

you force your face to plaster a look on it that says 'i'm joking' but there's no part of what you just said that matt is taking comically.

"go on." matt replies.

"what's gotten into you, tonight?" you have a half simper half befuddled look as you lean back to make sure you're seeing him right.

making sure you're speaking to matt, not someone posing as him with how bold and absurd he's been acting for the past few minutes. he's always being flirtatious, in a bantering and unalloyed manner. this felt different, he's being a lot more direct. a lot less blithe.

"i am literally giving you one chance to do this and then i'm never bringing it up again. take it or leave it, y/n"

"open your mouth, then.” you say in a ‘i bet you won’t’ tone, not believing he actually will. you’re taken aback when he tilts his head up lightly, an innocent look on his face when he parts his mouth, creating a perfect oval.

“you’re seriously okay with this?” you ask, beginning to lean forward, tempting and just waiting for the moment he pulls away, or snaps his mouth closed. he nods, mouth still open.

you know him well enough by now to understand that when matt says he’ll never mention it again, he means it. he’s petty like that.

“fuck it, m’god” you mumble, cupping the side of his jaw, fingertips resting under his ear and being tickled by his hair, pulling him to you.

your breaths intertwine as you hover over his mouth, your lips don’t touch when you poke your tongue out and let it slide behind his top teeth and trail across the sharp edge, slowly, left to right. when you pull away, you observe him.

matt closes his mouth, sucking his teeth and plastering a thoughtful look on his face. you wait for his response.

“well?” you can only wait for so long before you’re trying to entice him to say something, anything.

he adjusts himself on the lounge, full body facing you at this point, if he was pushed up any closer he’d be on top of you.

“just like, out of curiosity. can you do it again?” he asks bashfully. he did say take it or leave it. so you take it, while he’s dangling it in front of you.

this time, you curve your hand gently around the back of his neck to guide his face. tilting your head slightly before pulling him in. you lick the back of the teeth again, even slower than the first time. you can feel matt holding his breath, and the taste of the root beer he just had still lingering.

matt takes a deep breath when you part from him again, flaring his nostrils slightly and sucking on the inside of his cheek. he looks confused, in a content way. but confused nonetheless.

you stare at him, memorising this look on his face. without breaking his stare with you, matt reaches for a pillow and throws it over his lower body, holding it in place. before he has a chance to set it onto his lap, you glance down to see the bulge forming under his black shorts.

“did you like my tongue in your mouth, matthew?” your words are jovial, but he turns away from you after you question him, looking quite literally anywhere else.

“no-i,i mean. fuck, i don't know. no." he rambles, response being faster than his brain can even register, not pulling out the best choice of words from his vocabulary.

“no? is that why you let me do it twice?” you tease, turning the table on him.

"you're right," he pauses.

"maybe we should make it three. for good luck." he looks back at you with a red hue on his cheeks, simpering smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he hugs the pillow on his lap.

"only if you ask nicely," you squint your eyes, and he rolls his.

"i'm not beggin' for it. no way." he shakes his head, boston accent coming through a lot thicker when he's defensive. it happens a lot, and that's how you know you have him cornered.

"your call, matty. take it or leave it." the front you're putting on for him is a fraud, having a gut feeling that it's the only cue he needs to surrender. he's silent for a solid minute.

"fuck, jesus, okay." he finishes, grabbing your face this time. he caresses your jaw, and his touch is so firm and so warm.

the pillow between your bodies is like a barrier, but he pushes up against it hard to bring you as close to his face as you can. you brace yourself for him to open his mouth again, but instead, your lips collide.

your eyes close instinctively and his soft, wet lips move with yours, taking your bottom lip between the kiss, and letting his tongue slide in and dance across your own. slowly he pulls away, fluttering inches over your mouth instead of distancing himself.

"i don't know, i don't know why i just-" matt is still touching your face through his panic-stricken words.

you don't even counter his sentence before grabbing the collar of his hoodie and pulling him back to your mouth. you shove the pillow off the lounge in-between your bodies with your knee while shifting your body weight onto his lap, an easy transition considering how close you've been the whole time.

matt grabs your waist immediately, securing you on top of him and deepening the kiss. you feel your throat shake with his small, desirous moan into your mouth. you sink all of your body weight onto him and can feel his dick underneath you growing harder, heat radiating from between his legs.

the kiss becomes heavier, more desperate and messy, missing each others mouths and clashing your teeth, taking breaths for a split second before attacking each other's lips again. your nails dig into his shoulders and matt's hands lower, stationing on your upper thigh.

you're in such a state of disbelief but ignore every doubt or worry you're forcing yourself to have. you've mentally convinced yourself this is a dream. you're not actually grinding into your bestfriend's groin, making out with him and having his thumbs get closer and closer to your heat, feeling wet already at the friction.

matt kisses the corner of your mouth, your cheek bone, the tip of your nose, then your jaw. he trails the kisses on your jaw lower and lower, grazing his teeth along your delicate skin until he reaches he crease of your neck just under your ear, and you lean into him as much as you possibly can.

"you like my teeth so much, wait until you see what they can do to your neck," he forces deeply against your skin, biting at your earlobe.

"god, matt," you exhale.

you feel a sharp, stinging suck to your neck, making you gasp. he pulls your skin into his mouth, tongue rubbing the area that he's suffocating in his bite. he pulls away, making a sharp sound when he lets go. he repeats the same thing just underneath his first bite, and your body is twisting and distorting in his arms. you tug at his hair with a warning.

"you’re gonna have to explain those marks." you tremble, yet not stopping him. he taunts a stifled laugh.

"don't care," he starts, pulling your shirt off your shoulder and sucking another deep purple mark on your collar bone.

"i'll spell my name out on your skin if i have to." it’s like he’s a trance, trailing his middle finger along the bites he just left before looking up at you with a dazed smile.

his chest is rising and falling prominently, both of you catching your breath after the intense session. matt gently presses his lips to yours again, and you lean your forehead against his. he grips at the bottom hem of your shirt, toying with the fabric.

"if i knew my teeth would get you on top of me, i would have let you lick em' sooner," he has a crooked, dopey grin on his face. you blush, flustered at his words.

"is this is insane? you don't think you're gonna regret it?" you're cautious with your words, voice gentle, head still leaning against his and your fingers playing with the hair creeping on the nape of his neck.

"i could never regret you." he shakes his head softly, making you smile and peck another gentle kiss on his lips. you know he means his words, and they make you want to melt into a puddle.

"smile for me quickly," you banter, holding onto his shoulders but pulling back to look at his face properly.

he covers his face with his big hands and you let out a hearty laugh, attempting to pry them off and begging him to stop hiding.

"matt! you'll let me shove my tongue down your throat but can't smile for me?" your stomach hurts with the laughter caused by the sheer fight he's putting up covering his face.

when you finally get him to drop his hands he has the biggest, cheesiest grin on his face. smiling ear to ear, and eyes closed shut, putting on a show for you. he drops his face quickly once you've had your time to look, and has those signature tired and heavy eyes make an appearance once again.

you lean in, slowly, so slow. your face is drawing him in like a magnet, him following your moves to meet in the middle. he flashes his teeth once again, and you run the tip of your tongue across his bottom lip, feeling his teeth too, budging his mouth open.

"now you're just taking advantage of it," his raspy voice speaks, pulling you back to his mouth by your neck and leading with his tongue, letting it slide in and moaning into your parted lips. they finally sink into each others after teasing each other, seeing who falls into the kiss first.

your tongues fight for dominance and matt grabs the back of your neck hard, forcing you to stay where you are. you're tilting left and he's tilting right as you focus on breathing through your nose to stay attached to each other as long as you can.

you can literally feel matt take his time to explore your mouth, circling every inch he possibly can. he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites hard, making you gasp before pulling back and letting go, both of your mouths wet and glistening with each others saliva.

matt wipes your mouth with his thumb, applying enough pressure but still being gentle. he's staring at your skin before his eyes fixate on those marks he left earlier.

"oh fuck, they're pretty bad" he giggles, and you roll off his lap with a groan, slapping your hand over your neck as if to hide them from him. your legs drape over his thighs and you can feel him looking at you.

you hide from him by sinking into the lounge for no good reason other than you think somehow it'll make the marks disappear, or manifest that it does.

"i didn't even bring makeup to cover it," you fake cry, seeing how bad it could make him feel, but he doesn't budge. matt slaps your thigh as if to say 'i'm not buying it' then rubs your legs soothingly.

"you're not covering them up. i won't let you leave the house if you do, no other option." matt is demanding but lighthearted in his words.

"oh no, i can't leave, what a shame," you dramatically flail your hand to your temple like an old school movie scene, and matt pokes your rib to get you to snap out of it.

"if you ever want to see my teeth again i'd watch the dramatics, honey" and those words coming from him alone make you cut the act, flushing red and sitting up properly.

you don't know how he's managed to whip you into line, usually being the other way around, but you're not risking it.

you've somehow taken more than you could ever ask for from him, and you're still anxious that you've bitten off more than you can chew. no pun intended.

regardless, you're in ignorant bliss. you'll take everything you can get from matt, and more, if he's willing to give it to you. which at this point, you're sure he is.

[teaxeee]

so who in zb1 in your opinion is an ass man and who is a boobs man (or thighs)? 😵‍💫 love u!! 💕

🎀 - anon

OMG POOKIE!! I missed you hehe and I love u too! ANYWAYSSS:

Jiwoong is 100% an ass man like...you've seen the sweat choreo with the ass smack part, so it makes sense that he HAS to grab a handfull of your ass and smack it as he fucks into you from behind, his hips snapping roughly against yours. He loves and I mean LOVES how juicy your ass is, so it's a must to smack it whenever he passes by you.

Zhang Hao definitely loves thighs. Only reason is because he has an excuse of holding them while eating you out. He just loves how soft they are, always has his head on your thighs whenever you both cuddle and he loves holding onto them whenever he fucks you. Most times he doesn't even cum inside you, he has to pull out and cum directly on your thighs, desperate to see them covered with his seed.

Hanbin is into boobs, he just adores how pretty and soft and squishy they look, can always use them as a pillow whenever you cuddle with him. It makes him feel like he's in heaven whenever he has his head resting on your boobs, but also loves to kiss them! He's starting to get a bit obsessed when you let him suck on them, especially after a stressfull day and he needs to do something to clear his mind. He'd be so gentle, his lips latched onto your nipple as he suckles gently, being careful not to accidentally bite down, he just doesn't want to hurt his baby :(

Matthew...is so into thighs. This man needs to have his head CRUSHED by thick thighs, so most of the time he has you sitting on his face while he eats you out, his hands on your hips as he forces you down on his face just so that he can get suffocated, loves it whenever you squeeze his head with your thighs, gets him so dizzy and lightheaded while he devours you. Overall loves how smooth and squishy they feel, literally his go to pillow when cuddling. Loves kissing and biting them, especially marking them because only you and him know where exactly those hickeys are at, so if you do see a new hickey or bite mark on your thighs, at least you'll be reminded of how much he loves them.

Taerae...either boobs or ass I just can't decide!! I feel like he'd be into both. Whenever he plays games on his pc and loses a match...oh boy he gets pissed so bad and just needs that sweet relief, so he'd make you get between his legs and have your tits out and mouth ready. He just loves the sight when he gets a tit job from you, his pre-cum leaking on your soft skin, his cock coated with your saliva as you work him towards an orgasm (which he does cum pretty hard from it). But on more lazy days he prefers to have you sitting on his face, your thighs pressed against his head as his hands roam all over. Fully convinced this man grabs ass and smacks it while you're suffocating him with your pussy.

Ricky loves thighs so much, just loves how squishy they are and how perfect they are for biting. Another reason why he loves them so much is whenever he gets bored he could just slip between your legs and kiss them all over, maybe even leave some hickeys on them if he's in the mood! Whenever he gets subby...he's just gonna want to be all over you, especially your thighs so you let him fuck them! Poor baby becomes a whimpering mess whenever you squeeze your thighs around his aching cock too much which makes it harder for him to move. Maybe he'll become a crying mess by the time he cums on them.

Gyuvin...ASS- no but like literally this man SCREAMS ASS SMACKER/ASS GRABBER. Whenever he gets a chance he just has to smack your ass, doesn't matter where you are he NEEDS to have his hand there. Your ass is mainly the reason he always and I mean ALWAYS wants to fuck you from behind, and he's such a tease too >_< Would literally rub his cock against your ass, groaning from how soft and smooth your skin is as he "misses" getting his cock inside you! Has to give a few slaps as he positions his cock at your entrance and pushes inside, while he gropes it with his other hand, as if it would help him get inside better. When he's close he just loves to pull out, aim his cock right at your ass and cum just at the right moment, coating your skin, maybe even your pussy if you do get lucky.

Gunwook is heavily into thighs. We all know how much touch starved this boy could get so he needs to have his hands on your thighs. Doesn't matter if you're in the car with him or if you're just sitting on his lap and cuddling, he needs to feel your skin. I have a feeling he'd tease you before sex by fucking your thighs. He'd hold them up, his cock moving between your thighs with every thrust while occasionally nudging his tip against your clit, making you wetter than you already are. But of course, he's not that patient to keep up with the teasing, with only a few minutes into it before he actually gets to fuck you, having your thighs pressed against your chest as he stuffs you full of his cock and soon his cum.

[radidoes]

PRETTY PET

alastor/reader, sfw 'n nsfw headcannons. readers' soul is owned by alastor. MINORS DNI!

A/N: i haven't written in like a year especially smut so forgive me as this isn't my best work. i don't proof read sorry.. PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS FOR ANYONE (I NEED ANONS TOO)

SFW-

he loves bringing you everywhere with him, in the hotel, cannibal town, overlord meetings etc..,, he just can't help but to flaunt you around town!! especially with that pretty green collar around ur neck...

enjoys buying you stuff, whether it be a flattering dress or matching brooches, he loves seeing his little doll all dressed up!!

takes u on romantic little dates around hell, you find it charming he spares so much time for you but it's his secret way of letting others know ur his; purposely holding you by your thick green chain.

makes sure everyone knows how much you've devoted your soul to him, making you speak on broadcast to list all the things you love about him; and how you'd never ever dare think about being with another person. hearing all of this inflates his already huge ego.

NSFW-

loves rutting into you while holding on your chain for stability, it turns him on even more if you struggle to keep your breath due to the pressure on your neck

markssss omgg, he loves marking your neck, chest, thighs ANYWHERE where he can make sure everyone knows ur his. hickies, bites, 'n claw marks. in return u leave cute little scratch marks on his back to find later! :3

your glossy eyes 'n fucked out face after being fucked dumb is something he enjoys seeing, it makes him feel good knowing he's the only one who makes YOU feel good.

if ur being bratty he makes you get urself off on his pants, not caring if ur big doe eyes are filled with tears and desperation,, such a meanie!! :( luckily he's more than happy to help if you apologize and promise to never have such devotion to anyone else!!

if you have animal features, he is so mean!! pulling 'n yanking on ur ears, tails, horns and anywhere he can grab on! but when u try to do the same with his horns when he's eating you out oh so nicely, he quickly shuts it down by tightning his grip on ur plush thighs, drawing a little blood he more than happily laps up.

the type of guy to get turned on by knowing he has more power over u, so it makes his cock hard when you have to crawl on your knees while he's pulling ur collar, watching you quickly scramble to his feet and look up at him with your eyes pricked with tears.

A/N- I AM SOOO TERRIBLY DOWN HORRENDOUS FOR THIS MAN.. I REALLY HOPE THIS DOES GOOD... I want requests for him 'n anyone else....

[soobnny]

brownies 4 u — lee felix x reader ; there is love in a batch of freshly baked brownies (0.7k words)

happy bday felix!

The sun had come down hours ago when you arrive at Felix’s dorm.

It’s late, a little too late for your liking because you tether between quiet footsteps and gentle actions so as to not shake anyone awake from their slumber.

You politely set your shoes down where everyone else’s are. Their dorm has always been the cleanest between the four. You suppose it might be his roommate, Seungmin’s doing.

“Baby?”

You hear him before you see him.

You would’ve ran to the direction of the sound had the air not been so delicate. Guilt sits horrendously at the bottom of your stomach at the thought that maybe the beeping of the door had woken him up, but in the periphery of your vision, there’s evidence that contrasts your suspicions.

“What are you doing awake?” You suppose you don’t need to ask upon closer look.

Between the commotion in the kitchen and the flowery apron he’s sporting around his neck (the one you’d gifted to him last Christmas), you already know what.

The more appropriate question was why.

“You said you were craving brownies earlier.”

Oh.

He’s so warm, and so kind, and he’s speaking so gently that it matches the way he’s smiling at you.

Your stomach swirls with an emotion entirely different from the guilt that had occupied it earlier. Despite your eyes dimming with tire, there’s no mistaking the fondness that litters your pupils when you look at the boy.

So that’s why.

“Sit down, they’re almost done.” Felix doesn’t leave without a kiss on your forehead, careful not to touch you with his flour-filled hands.

The proximity is enough for you to catch a whiff of his soap and the sweetness of the brownie batter.

You’ve never felt this way before.

And if the boy was being honest, he’d never felt this way before either. He’s never been the type to sacrifice his sleep over a simple craving you’d mentioned in passing.

While he has always been kind, Felix had no trouble drawing the line where friendship and love tow dangerously close to one another. With you, he finds that he doesn’t mind losing the extra hours he could’ve gotten had he not started baking. He doesn’t mind if he’s doing it in the premise of love.

Hyunjin had asked him to describe it once.

Love.

There is nothing potently more romantic than the way your heart feels, he thinks.

Felix will never find the words to answer Hyunjin, but if anyone were to spend a second being as in love with you as he is, they’d know. Sometimes, there’s no need for words. It’s just the way you make his heart beat in a way it has never before.

“You didn’t have to make me this.” Your heart swells when he takes the seat next to yours, two pieces of perfectly cut brownies on a plate.

“I wanted to.”

Your ‘thank you’ comes out whispered, and Felix spends the remainder of the time memorizing your smile the moment you take a bite.

“It’s really good.”

He mirrors your smile. Your cheeks puff up a little bit while you’re chewing, and there’s years of happiness and pain littered through little marks all over your skin. There’s no sight as perfect as the one he’s subjected to right now.

“Is it?” He asks, eyes quiet with comfort.

You hum. It doesn’t take long for you to finish it. You didn’t know before that something as simple as a brownie and the hands and the patience and the person behind it could be the brief peace that you needed amidst a rough week.

“Thank you, Felix.” Sincerity drips from your voice, and it makes Felix warm.

There is nothing more beautiful than genuineness, especially when it’s aimed at you. He’s convinced God had modeled you after kindness, and he’s even more thankful that he’d walked a path in his life that led him straight to you.

“Bed?”

“Hmm..”

“Don’t do this again when you’re tired, okay?” You mumble, pressing a kiss on his lips as your eyes struggle to keep open. But it’s something you have to remind him, so he won’t risk his sleep again. “We can always wait til the morning.”

“Okay.”

(Felix still does. He doesn’t think you understand that his sleep is a small price to pay to see you smile despite your own exhaustion. He’s always been weak at heart when it comes to you.)

[nasturtiumloom]

dare i ask for some bruce smut 😋🫶 ALSO do u have a twitter,, I'd love to befriend some DC likers

hellooooo! i do not hav twitter, very sorryヽ(。_°)ノbut ur free to send more requests or questions ! c:

MDNI

The gala had been the usual blend of tedious small talk, business networking, and charitable promises. Bruce Wayne played his role perfectly, charming smiles and practiced lines hiding the dark secrets of his nightly endeavors. You had been at his side the entire evening, serving as both his eye candy and his date. But tonight, Bruce had been more touchy than usual, his hands wandering from the customary polite grip on your hip to grazing your ass, his fingers lingering just a moment too long. He kept glancing over at you, his eyes dark with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Beneath the polite facade, a simmering tension had been building between you both.

The moment you both slipped into the back seat of his sleek, black car, his personality immediately switched. Bruce's lips were on yours, fierce and demanding, his hands roaming your body with a hunger that matched your own.

"You looked stunning tonight," he growled against your lips, his voice a deep, rumbling whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "But I've had enough of sharing you with everyone else."

Before you could respond, his hands were at the hem of your dress, hiking it up to your waist. The cool leather of the car seat against your bare skin was a sharp contrast to the heat of his touch. You gasped as he tore your stockings, the sound of ripping fabric mingling with your ragged breaths.

"Bruce!" you exclaimed, a mix of protest and need in your voice.

"I'll buy you a new one," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I've waited all night for this."

He pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddling him as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. His mouth found your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he worked his way down to your collarbone. You arched against him, the sharp edge of pain mingling deliciously with pleasure.

With a growl, Bruce tore your panties aside, not even bothering to take them off completely. He was past the point of patience, and so were you. You felt the hard length of him pressing against your entrance, and you couldn't help the needy whimper that escaped your lips.

"Is this what you wanted?" he murmured, his voice a rough whisper in your ear. "To be fucked like this? To be used?"

"Yes," you breathed, nodding eagerly, the word a desperate plea as your hips moved against him, seeking more.

He didn't make you wait any longer. With a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself inside you, the force of it making you cry out. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you as you rode him, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

Bruce's control was absolute, his touch possessive. He moved with a raw, primal intensity that left you breathless, every thrust driving you closer to the edge. His mouth was everywhere, kissing, biting, marking you as his.

You could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter until it was almost unbearable. Bruce seemed to sense it too, his grip on you tightening as his pace quickened. His name was a litany on your lips, each syllable a testament to the pleasure he was wringing from you.

As his hips stuttered, Bruce groaned, filling you completely. "You're so tight," he muttered, his voice strained. "So perfect."

His thrusts grew deeper and harder, hitting spots inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes. Tears pricked your eyes as the overwhelming pleasure built, Bruce's relentless pace pushing you to the brink. You clenched around him, your body quivering with the intensity of the sensations he was drawing from you.

"That's it," Bruce praised, his voice rough with desire. "Take me. Take all of me."

Each movement was a delicious torment, your pleasure building higher and higher. Bruce's hands were everywhere, touching, teasing, holding you in place as he took you over and over. His cock moved inside you with a precision that drove you wild, hitting just the right spots to make you gasp and moan.

"You're mine," he growled, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "All mine."

"Yes, Bruce," you gasped, your body trembling with the force of your impending climax. "I'm yours."

His fingers found your clit, rubbing in tight, desperate circles that sent electric shocks of pleasure through you. "Come for me," he demanded, his voice a command that you couldn't disobey. "Come on my cock."

With a scream, you shattered around him, your body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over you. Bruce groaned, his hips stuttering as he filled you, his cum hot and thick inside you, flooding you with a warmth that made you moan even louder.

For a long moment, the only sound was the harsh rasp of your breathing, mingling with his. Slowly, reality began to seep back in, and you became aware of the cool leather beneath you, the torn remnants of your stockings, the feel of Bruce's strong arms still wrapped around you.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a stark contrast to the rough passion of moments before. "You okay?" he murmured, his voice soft now, filled with concern.

You nodded, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. "More than okay."

Bruce chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that you felt more than heard. "Good. Because we're not done yet."

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hope you enjoyed!! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

[f1nalboys]

Reunion - Frank (Adam Barrett)

Frank x Fem!AFAB!Reader

hiiiii guys >:)) i promise ill get to requests soon!!!!! i just was mentally being attacked by this freak and Needed to write something super quick for him!!!! lmk if anything is ooc for him, i did my darndest writing for him!!!! i hope u all enjoy and lmk if youre interested in me writing more for him!!!! ALSO!! i know his real name is adam but to make it easier for myself i just called him frank in the fic, lmk if u guys prefer that or using his actual name 😝 <3

WORD COUNT: 3190

WARNINGS: nsfw, vampire!frank, human!reader, oral (afab + amab recieving,) choking (to the point of nearly passing out), biting, slight blood play, slightest bit of scent play??, degradation and praise, handcuffs, restraints, face fucking, multiple orgasms (afab,) creampie, this was meant to be short and then i was attacked...., pain play, mating press, implication of more sex, brief mentions/threats of being fucked until you pass out but you are fully concious the entire time, proofread but u guys know me by now

Frank tilts his head, tongue gliding across razor sharp teeth, a sinister grin gracing his normally soft features. You watch him from your spot on the bed, handcuffs tight around both your wrists and the bedframe. Tugging at the restraints, you wince as the cool metal digs into your warm flesh, squirming when you feel Frank's gaze finally land on you. 

“Keep struggling and you’re gonna make yourself bleed.” Frank grins, the bed shifting with his weight as he sits down beside you. He’s still fully clothed, a far cry from your bare skin still covered in healed-over bite marks and a layer of sweat. He leans in, hand trailing up your stomach lightly, too lightly to feel good, his nose brushing against your wrist. Frank breathes in deeply and you watch as his eyes roll into the back of his head. “Fuck. Y’know what? Keep doing it. I want you to bleed.”

You whine, shaking your head. “Frank, c’mon, please!” 

“C’mon, please,” Frank mimics, fake pouting. You stay silent. When he was like this, all sharp teeth and sharp tongue, it was better to take whatever he was going to give you. A fight wouldn’t stop that. His hand trails up your chest, fingers calloused and rough, before landing on the base of your throat. His grip is loose, for now. “You always been this damn whiney or did this vampire shit give me better hearing?”

You swallow heavily. “I’m sorry.” You squeak and he grins, shaking his head. His hand grips your throat a bit tighter, feeling your pulse pumping heavily under his fingers. You watch his face as his eyes close. His breathing, which you learned he had to pretend to do after getting turned, matches your own. He stays like this a while, feeling your heart beat and the air fill and leave your lungs, feeling the humanity and life pump through your body on instinct. 

Frank didn’t miss many things about being human. He was stronger, faster, more agile, smarter, more ruthless, and so fucking powerful it could make your head spin. The things he didn't have anymore he could, for the most part, recreate it well enough. Breathing was now a conscious decision, one he only did when around other people. The sunlight thing didn’t bother him, only resulted in him moving to a city where the nightlife was more important than the daytime. The bloodlust was easy to satiate with his job. 

The one thing that he couldn't ignore or replicate, however, was a heartbeat. 

His chest felt empty, a dead thing lying there doing nothing but rotting away, maggots and fungi eating away at the carcass that was his humanity. On occasion, he’d find himself laying down, eyes closed, hand over his heart, imagining the thump of it, vibrating his chest, telling him and anyone who touched him that he was something, that he was alive. Your heartbeat was the closest thing to his own he could get to anymore. Frank loved to hear it quicken, skip a beat, change in its normal soothing rhythm, all due to him. Him and his hands, his tongue, his teeth, his words. 

Him.

Frank’s eyes open again, blue eyes dark, and he sighs, letting go of your throat. “Spread your legs.” His voice leaves no room for argument and you listen, your face growing hot from embarrassment at the wolf whistle he lets out. “So fuckin’ sexy, you know that? S’why I keep comin’ back.” He murmurs, leaning over and kissing you roughly. 

It’s too much, but everything Frank did was too much; he sprayed cologne until you felt like you were suffocating, he kissed you until your lips were bruised, he went down on you until you couldn't remember your name, he killed until he was covered in blood, he betrayed anyone and everyone who was dumb enough to trust him. Everyone but you. The only person he had stayed (mostly) gentle with, loyal too, was you.

Sure, he wouldn’t ever call himself your boyfriend, but he’d kill any guy you talked to and leave their decapitated head on your doorstep, fucking you into your mattress till you couldn't walk, and tell you that you were his. For now, that was enough.

Frank kisses down your neck, sharp teeth nicking at the thin flesh, a low moan being pulled from your lips. He loved the noises you made, could get drunk off them, could pull them from you for hours, and he has. “I need you,” you whimper as his mouth latches onto your nipple, his warm tongue flicking over the hardening nub. He hums around it but doesn’t stop. You can feel him relax over top of you, his free hand squeezing at your other tit, the days stress melting away. “Please?” 

“I’m takin’ my time.” Frank says, narrowed eyes flicking up to meet your own, but he lets go of your nipple, sliding down the length of the bed. “Bet you’re fuckin’ soaked though, aren’t you? That’s why you’re begging me.” You can’t deny it even if you wanted to because his hand is cupping your cunt, thick finger prodding at your slick opening to see, and you’re moaning so loud you know your throat is going to be sore tomorrow. “Fuck, you are. Guess it has been a bit, hasn’t it? Missed me or something, sweetheart?”

“Missed your cock.”

“Just my cock?” He asks, rubbing your wetness on your clit, a shiver going down your spine. “Not my fingers? The ones on your sloppy fuckin’ pussy right now, you didn’t miss them?” He asks, a smug fucking grin on his face, his fingers moving expertly against you. “Not my mouth? Bet your pussy misses my mouth. Shit, last time we fucked you didn’t seem very happy when I stopped tongue fucking you, so what changed, huh?”

His voice is sharp, working himself up the more he talks, his eyes focused on yours. He loves the microexpressions you make when you’re trying to hold back; the furrow of your eyebrows, the twitch of your lips, the flare of your nostrils. It's so incredibly human, so incredibly sexy, he wants nothing more than to bite into your neck and drain you, keep you inside him forever. But, he can’t. He’d miss you. Instead, he slips two fingers inside your hole, the stretch making you gasp, eyes widening, heartbeat picking up. “O-okay, okay…missed you.” 

“Yeah, you fuckin’ did.” He says, sliding down the rest of the bed, strong hands on your thighs, tongue swiping across your clit. Your legs try to close, your back arching off the soft mattress, the clang of the handcuffs bringing a smile to his face. Frank moans against your cunt, his fingers massaging your thighs as he enjoys himself. 

You want to touch him, to run your fingers through his hair and tug, bringing him closer, but these damn handcuffs keep digging into your wrists and it hurts and his fingers won’t stop pumping and scissoring inside your cunt and his lips are wrapping around your clit and he’s sucking and suddenly you can’t think of anything as you cum. Your legs shake and your eyes roll into the back of your head and all Frank can do is laugh against you as he draws it out. 

“S-stop, hang on,” you stutter after what felt like hours, your body going limp. Frank listens for once, moving his face off of your cunt but he leaves his fingers inside you, curling them just to pull a whine from your throat. You watch as he runs his tongue over his teeth and lips, tasting you, cracking his neck to stop himself from bending you in half and shoving his cock inside you. It’s been a while, almost two weeks, and he wants to savor this. Or, he wants to try. Self control has never been his strong suit. “Can you take the handcuffs off?” 

“They hurt?”

“A little.”

“Not yet.” Frank crawls over top of you, pressing his lips to yours. He’s gentle now, but you know he’s holding back. Despite how rough he gets with you, he’s always holding back from the primal urge to rip you to shreds. When he pulls away, he moves forwards even more, his knees just under your armpits. You stare up at him and he knows you’re nervous. His smile is gone, his eyes dark as he works on undoing his belt. “I’ll take ‘em off you real soon baby. I just need you to earn it first.” 

You swallow heavily, your heartbeat spiking as you watch him take his belt off. He tosses it to the side, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down to his thighs. His pants rub against your bare chest, scratching you, but you can’t be bothered to care, not with the way your mouth was filling with saliva at the sight of his bulge. Frank laughs as you try to sit back onto your elbows, an annoyed whine stuck in your throat, and he pulls his underwear down, sighing as his cock springs free.

His cock is hard and he strokes it slowly, just out of reach. “Fuckin’ look at you… you ain’t embarrassed acting like this?” He asks, clenching his jaw to keep from moaning at the sight of you. You didn’t know it, or, at least, he hoped you didn’t, but he was addicted to every fucking thing you did. Your voice, your facial expressions, your movements, your back talk, your anger, your sadness; he was obsessed with it all. It was all for him, even when you were alone. 

Smiling slightly, you shake your head no. “Were you embarrassed eating me out?” You counter and he smirks, rolling his eyes slightly before leaning his hips forward, the tip of his cock brushing against your lips. Your mouth opens, your eyes laser focused on his dick. Frank teases you, rubbing his cock across your wet tongue.

“Mmm, fuck, I wasn’t,” he answers, tilting his head as he watches you strain your head forwards in an attempt to take him into your mouth. “But I wasn’t doing that.” You roll your eyes and look up at him, doing your best to look doe-eyed. His eyes narrow; he knew what you were doing, and he knew it would work. “So slutty, aren’t you, sweetheart? All for my cock.” As he talks, his voice low, he uses his hand to press his cock against your cheek, thrusting shallowly. His precum smears across your cheeks and you moan softly, your tongue rolling out of your mouth to slide against his shaft as he does so.

Finally, Frank pushes his cock down your throat. He does so slowly, hissing as he savors the heat of your mouth as your lips wrap around him. Your eyes close and you hum, enjoying the weight of his cock on your tongue. His cock was perfect for you; long, thick, and curved upwards, it always filled you to the brim, hitting that spot inside you to make your eyes roll into the back of your skull. 

“There you go, Y/N,” he grunts, his hips flexing. The rhythm he sets is slow and deep, making you gag each time and giving you enough time to recover before he repeats it. “Fuck, your mouth is so good, you know that? Just wanna, fuck,” his hand comes to rest on the headboard behind you, leaning over your head, plunging his cock deeper into your mouth. You hear the metal headboard creak and you know the grip he has on it is nearly enough to break it. “Just wanna fucking shove it down your throat till you pass out.” 

You gurgle around his cock, heart jumping at the thought, and he grins. “You want that, slut? Huh? Missed me so fuckin’ bad you want me to fuck your tight little throat? Make you take it even after you’re fuckin’ knocked out, using you like my own little fuck toy, my little puppet to do whatever I want with?” His thrusts get harder, deeper, and now you really are finding it hard to breathe, but you don’t want him to stop. Not yet. You have no way to stop him even if you did, and the realization is almost enough to send you into a panic. But you know Frank. He knew your body better than you did, knew what you could handle and what you couldn’t, knew what would make you cry in pain or pleasure; you were safe with him, even if he was bruising your throat. 

The edge of your vision begins to blur, the lack of oxygen making your head spin, and right when you swear you’re about to pass out, your tugging at the handcuffs finally stopping, he pulls out. You suck in a harsh breath, sputtering and coughing, not registering as Frank gets off the bed and kicks his pants the rest of the way off. It’s only when you feel his hands pressing your knees to your chest that you realize what he’s about to do. “Wait!”

“What?” He grumbles, swiping his cock through your folds, focused on the way you coat the tip. “Don’t tell me you don’t wanna fuck… that’ll be cruel...” You respond by tugging at the handcuffs again, clanging them against the bed frame, and he nods, tsking, a grin on his face. “Ah, right, right. Forgot about that. My bad, baby.” 

He grabs the key from his pants pocket, wetting his bottom lip as he unlocks them, tossing the handcuffs and keys to the side. Your wrists are raw, a few droplets of blood bubbling up along the skin. “You made me bleed.” You say softly, no venom in your voice. He grabs your hand gently, bringing it to his mouth before he licks the cut. It tickles.

“Fuck, your blood…” Frank says, giving you a look you can’t quite place before he’s back at the task at hand. Your knees are pushed to your chest, your hands positioned to hold them back as far as you could, and before you know it his cock is bullying its way into your hole. “So fucking tight.” He grunts as he sets a brutal pace, each noise of pain you make only fueling him onward. 

He doesn’t ever want to hurt you, but it’s hard not to when you sound and feel and taste so fucking good when he does.

“My cock too much?” He leans over your body as he fucks you, using his weight to keep your legs trapped above his shoulders. Frank's face hovers above yours, his eyes locked onto every twist of your face. “Too fuckin’ big, too fuckin’ thick, it hurts, Frank.” He mocks, emphasizing each word with a sharp thrust. Your arms, now free from the restraints, wrap around his shoulders tightly. “Too fuckin; much but you don’t want me to stop, fuck, ain’t that right?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck, don’t stop, please!” You cry out, the pain of being stretched out finally beginning to melt away into toe curling pleasure. The fire in your stomach is burning white hot, his stomach bumping against your clit with each thrust, his grunts replacing your own thoughts. Every word he said, every name he called you, it all blended together perfectly.

He begins to kiss at your neck, sucking marks onto your flesh only to soothe them with his tongue. “Missed you too, y’know?” He whispers against you. “Missed this fuckin’ pussy, the way you get so god damn tight. Couldn’t, shit, couldn’t even play with my cock ‘cause it didn’t feel as good as when you do it.” He laughs at this, shaking his head at himself for admitting it. He missed the other stuff too, like your smile and your laugh and the way you smelled when you were curled up in his bed asleep. He’d never tell you that, though. 

Franks thrusts grow sloppy, his patience finally snapping. “You better fuckin’ cum on my dick, Y/N.” He grunts, lifting his head for a brief moment to look you in the eyes. When he sees them squeezed shut he growls, one hand wrapping tight around your throat. “Fuckin’ look at me.” Your eyes pop open, your gasp of shock stuck in your throat. “Your greedy little cunts gonna milk me dry, you understand, bitch?” 

“F-fuck,” you gurgle, your hand grabbing onto his as he tightens his grip again. You do your best to nod, feeling spit collect at the corner of your mouth, your heart beating so quick you think it’s going to burst. You can’t breath but he’s fucking you so well you don’t give a shit; you just hope if you pass out he’ll hold off on cumming inside you until you were awake again so you can feel it. 

“There you go, baby, fuck, cum for me.” Frank grunts, feeling your orgasm just before you do. His hand lets go of your throat as you cum, shoving your head to the side to sink his teeth into your flesh. Somehow, someway, he’s able to hold off for a few moments longer, savoring the feeling of your cunt spasming around him before he cums, the sweet taste of your blood pooling into his mouth tipping him over the edge. He doesn’t let go, groaning into your shoulder as he spills inside you.

Your gasps come out shaky as he feeds. He swallows a few times before finally letting go, your blood covering his mouth. He kisses you roughly, his hips flexing, making sure your cunt gets every drop. “Gross,” you tease when he pulls away, your tongue swiping over the blood he had left behind on your tongue. Your face screws up at the metallic taste but Franks changes to be softer. He runs a finger down the side of your cheek, taking the sight of you in. “What?” You murmur, feeling your face grow hot. 

“I did miss you. For real.” He admits, corner of his lip twitching upwards at both the look of shock that crosses your face and the way your heart skips. He never admitted that to you before; it was always about how much he missed your cunt or your mouth or your hands, how he missed fucking you and making you his, and you always accepted that this was the way it would be. Sure, you dreamed about this moment time and time again, but you never actually thought it would happen. “Being away, you know, made me think some things through.”

“What kind of things?”

“Well…” He tilts his head slightly, surveying your face. “I’m thinking maybe it’s time you joined me.” His hips flex again, pushing his cum deeper inside you, and you gasp, back arching off the bed slightly. Frank moves your legs down off his shoulders and you wrap them around his waist. “Hm? How’s that sound, sweetheart?” Frank purrs, kissing you gently, his cock plunging in and out of you slowly. He pulls back, lips hovering just above yours, a smirk on his face. “You want me to turn you?

[bugsbia]

Xiao nsfw alphabet too?? Thank u for the meal MWAH 😘

ʚ NSFW Alphabet with Xiao

ʚ BEFORE READING: Kind of gender neutral to a degree, Xiao is pretty gentle

ʚ WARNINGS: Xiao is a bit possessive but not overly so, just don't read if you don't like NSFW

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

He's a bit of a softie beneath that rough outer shell, he'll take care of you. Make sure you're okay and he didn't push you too far, especially since he's quite strong given his nature as an Adeptus and the fact he thinks humans are quite fragile.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of your body)

Xiao isn't too particular when it comes to bodies, doubt he's ever really had the time or care to think about such a thing. But if you asked him he'd eventually settle on saying your neck is his favourite. He just loves biting you neck or burying his face into the crook of your neck while he fucks you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Cumming inside you would be something he'd want to do, it's less messy than cumming on your skin and also far more intimate. He also finds the sight of his cum dripping out of you to awfully erotic.

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

He's a bit possessive of you, over protective so to speak. He'll try to hide it from you because he doesn't want to come off as overbearing but deep down inside he is very possessive. It's all out of care though, he just can't stand the thought of losing you the way he lost his friends. It'll be more obvious during sex how possessive he is, when he mutters into your neck about how you're his, wrapping his arms around you tightly so you can't escape.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh he has no experience, human relationships are something he does not understand in the slightest, but he's willing to listen to you and learn how things work. He'll pay extra attention when it comes to learning how to pleasure you, he'll be sure to learn every little sensitive spot that drives you crazy.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

He likes the kind of position where you're close together, maybe where you're sitting on his lap and riding him while he sits with his arms around your waist. It's intimate and close, he can see every reaction on your face and also get close to leave bites down your neck and shoulder. It's perfect really.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Xiao is a serious guy all round, he'll rarely be caught acting very silly and that carries on into sex.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes)

He has a fair amount of body hair, shaving and general hair grooming isn't something all too important to him, but he isn't picky about it. So if you show an interest in him doing something new, like shaving or trimming, then he'll do it. Colour of his body hair is just the same black as on his head.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Not so much romantic but he is intimate, he doesn't really understand human romance and the romantic traditions of our society but he'll be peppering kisses across your skin during sex, leaving hickeys down your neck.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Masturbation isn't something he cares for most of the time, he'd rather wait for you even if it means he'll be waiting a while, but if push comes to shove and he gets too needy then he'll take care of it himself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Biting, he's a biter. His teeth are fairly sharp and he can't deny himself the pleasure of marking your pretty skin. It plays into his possessiveness a bit, since everyone will be able to see the marks on your neck and they'll know not to hurt you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Isolation is something he prefers, he doesn't want to be seen during an intimate moment by anyone but you, so it'll always be secluded places. That doesn't mean he's not adventurous with it though, he isn't opposed to taking you to the most secluded spots of the liyue mountains so you can both be as loud as you want without any worries.

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

Anything can get him going if it's with you, just brush your hand against his thigh and he'll start getting turned on. He'll try hide it but if you push his buttons enough he'll just give in.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Xiao cannot be very rough with you, he doesn't want to see you in pain even if it's something you asked for. So he'll say no if you want him to get super rough with you, he'll try compromise with some lighter stuff, but even then he might feel a bit guilty. Biting is about as much as he can do without worrying, maybe some light slapping.

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

He probably won't want to admit, but he loves receiving oral, it's super intimate to him since in a way he's at your mercy. Plus, you just look so nice on your knee's for him, so pretty as you make him feel so good. He's careful with it though, he'll never push your head down or even ask for it, he'll just wait for you to bring it up. In regards to giving, he's more than willing. He will GLADLY go down on you any day, he loves making you feel good.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He's a bit of a mixed bag, he'll start off slow and sensual just taking his time to adore you and feel every curve of your body, but when he gets close he'll become more animalistic. Rutting into you with desperation as he chases his release, but he'll keep a close eye on your reactions just to make sure he isn't pushing you too far.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not a big fan of quickies, he thinks it kind of defeats the purpose of sex since to him it's a very personal and close experience which he wants to spend his time with. He just wants to take his time adoring you and your body.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's willing to try new things for the most part since he's so new to this part of human relationships, it doesn't hurt to try new things. Risks though are not his thing, especially when it comes to the risk of being caught. He doesn't want anyone seeing your body and he absolutely will not allow anyone to see or hear the way you look and sound during sex. That's for his eyes only.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As an Adeptus... he has great stamina, he can go on for quite some time since, it usually depends a bit more on how long you can go on for. Either way you'll be left pleased and satisified.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He does not know what the fuck a sex toy is, and would probably confused if you showed him one. Would he use them? maybe, MAYBE, if you convince him enough. But he'd never really want to use it on himself, only on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Xiao would not be very unfair, he wants to bring you pleasure, he wants to make you feel good. So he won't tease or torment you, at least not a lot. He's a nice lover.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is not the loud type, not at all. He's actually almost silent and got embarrassed when groans slipped from his lips for the first time, but you told him how hot it was so tried to loosen up a bit and allow himself to be louder. Still it doesn't come very naturally to him, so quiet groans and stifled moans are what you'll get.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He is a bit of a switch, at first he's super dominant and won't want to give you the control out of fear BUT after some time together and a lot of trust being built he will let you take control if you want to.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Oh his body is gorgeous, slender but meaty in all the right places, nice muscles from all his years of fighting. His dick though is slightly above average, about 6~ inches, give or take. But it's perfect, reaches all the right spots and makes you lose your mind with pleasure.

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

His sex drive isn't awfully high, but it is higher than the average person, though he chooses to ignore it. He sucks at expressing his desire to you, so he just waits for you to make a move, unless you're too shy. At some point he'll get too desperate and practically pounce on you because he just cannot wait any longer.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Xiao does not need his sleep as he's mentioned before, and as such will not sleep after sex since it's unnecessary. He will stay with you while you sleep though, making sure you're comfortable and cosy in his arms, and of course he won't let anyone disturb you.

[justasecretflower]

Shark bait men as boyfriends 🦈🤍

Part one / part two

A/N- I feel like nobody will know shark bait on here but I really wanted to post anyway..

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Rhin

- oh he’s sweet.

- super kind and caring, he’s very domestic. He likes to be soft with you, he likes you wearing his clothes (canon), he likes you being all sweet with him, even if it’s cheesy.

- he gets jealous even if he doesn’t seem like he’s the type to. Which usually ends up with him leaving scattered love bites in a fit of rage then getting embarrassed about it and telling you to cover them.

- he’s super smart. Loves to give you tons of fun facts.

- sometimes wants to just live a normal life with you, away from war with the orcas, away from the kingdom, just to be free of stress with a ring on your finger, a cute house with a nice garden and all of the alone time in the world.

- he’s a nice in between of GW and Lee. He’s sweet like Lee, but a bit tough like GW, but not too tough where he’s a total overly confident, tough boy-douche most of the time.

- btw he’s total dad material..just throwing that out.

GW

- he acts like he doesn’t enjoy your physical affection (he’s LYING!!!)

- his face is fully flush while he’s calling it ‘stupid’ as well!

- he secretly enjoys alll the affection you give him

- now, as for him, his love language is probably acts of service.

- he fights over you, shows you he loves you by being productive and helping with stuff you could’ve easily done and saying “human, I can just do it better.”

- everyone can see he’s soft with you, even if he denies it.

- its like the ‘bad boy with a soft spot’ trope.

- late at night you two cuddle, he’s very cold, but he has a firm grip on you, so it’s futile to try and get away from him.

- he doesn’t leave ‘love bites’ he leaves full on nasty bite marks. All purple or red with the outline of his sharp teeth,

- he protects u no matter what.

Tiggy

- oh no.

- rip you

- he’s gonna have you in bed all day.

- this man is freaky deaky…

- but, he’s also best friend material.

- he’s your best friend and boyfriend.

- super funny, will definitely be the type to have you wheezing at 3am and trying to be quiet so the others don’t hear the bursts of chaotic laughter,

- gives you some of his bracelets! So you can match!

- on the contrary to GW, he loves physical affection and showing it off, will be on your lap, you on his lap, borderline making out with you in front of the others, slaps on the butt accompanied by a snicker and a small “sorry..”

- quality time is his love language! He just adores hanging out with you. Face masks and a movie or running around the palace annoying people he just likes being near you.

- you guys share clothes. He takes your oversized hoodies, you take his. It’s mutual.

- he nuzzles you a ton.

- like, cuteness aggression.

- overall, good boyfriend, can’t keep his hands to himself though..

Lee

- I don’t really like Lee, personally.

- he’s too forgiving. He forgave and defended the doctor that tied mc up and forced them to drink that the potion of lust…

- that’s just me..anyway to the headcanons now.

- he’s wholesome, picnic dates and putting flowers in each others hair, dancing in his room and making little forts.

- anytime anywhere he’ll sneak a little kiss, if it’s in public, albeit a little flushed but he’ll still sneak a small kiss on the cheek or finger tip.

- he’s really interested in games of all types, and learning. So he likes learning about random facts with you, and playing new games he got or made up.

- super energetic, he’s like a ball of energy that transfers over to you.

- he gets flustered easily.

- he hates fighting. Even if you were like “the sky is pink” and he’ll be like “yeah!”

- ‘me and my girl don’t argue she tells me to shut up and I do.’

Akhelios

- he’s very confident.

- he expects you to praise him 24/7. Ah yes mortal, more praise, more affection.

- in turn he will shower you with jewels, clothes, rooms in the castle.

- he never quite loved someone like you, be patient.

- yes, he does have kids and such. But he’s never actually cared for someone that wasn’t him. It’s a foreign feeling

- he loves you oh so much though

- he just has a weird way of showing it.

- he likes cuddles. He’ll cuddle you in front of whoever.

Stryker

- he’s extremely misunderstood.

- he misses his late wife more than anything. So when you come around looking like her he’s tripping.

- he’ll start out gently trying to push you to be like them. Her pjs, what instrument she played, her favourite foods.

- you naturally pulled away, and he feels this.

- he has a lot of self-reevaluating to do, and learns that he needs to love you for you, not for the soul of his late wife.

- he learns about you, what you like to do, what you like to eat, what you find interesting.

- it’s refreshing.

- falling in love again after losing his wife is scary. But nonetheless he spoils you. He gifts you insane gifts, he gives you massages, kisses, praise.

- he just might be the best boyfriend / husband on this list ngl.

- I know many people don’t really like Stryker because of him seeing mc for his late wife but give him a break..it’s a lot to process and he was sick in love.

- now, he’s fully in love with you, who you are.

- it’s sweet:(.

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[tyunn1ngz]

yeonjun nsfw alphabet

cw: lots of afab!reader but no gender stated!

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

runs u a nice bath— most of the time w him bathing w u bc of ur insistence; words of praise, crinkled eyes with gentle smiles as he kisses into ur wet skin hehe

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

of his i can definitely see it being his mouth, and who wouldn’t b obsessed w lips like that!!!!!!!!!! likes how they look covered in ur lipstick, bruised from kisses, covered in ur cum and everything along that nature<3

on you i think it’d be ur thighs or ur ass, mainly based on how much he gropes his members as is LOL. loves the plush of ur thighs in every position, loves biting and groping at the soft skin and leaving his mark on u <3 thinks theyre especially cute when they tremble when u feel particularly good ^_^

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

lovvvesssssss cumming in u when u’ll let him (read: always) — doesn’t cum a whole lot nor is it thick but he’ll make sure u take every drop until he’s sure u’ll probably have a scare … shrugs …

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

probably lowk does hope he’ll knock u up even tho u guys r so adamant that ur not ready ٩(^‿^)۶

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

a little experienced maybe but doesn’t necessarily transfer every detail to his next partner if that makes sense? he knows generally not everyone feels pleasure the same ways and at the same levels so while he thinks he knows what hes doing he likes the confirmation and a little guidance where necessary bc he rly wants it to be good for u

f = favourite position (this goes without saying)

missionary w ur thighs over his hips … what more can i say

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

definitely likes to joke around, he can be serious if u really want that but if u want him as he is hes gonna be giggling and smiling bc he just loves u so much he cant believe he gets to have u like this!!!!!!! probably gets more serious the closer he is to cumming hehe can’t hold himself together long enough to even try giggling <3

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

well groomed id say he cares abt his appearance but not to the point where hes completely bare i dont think , just well kept ! :]

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

hes romantic in the aspect of making u feel comfortable w him, like w the answer for G i think he can be quite silly during but thats what makes it more intimate bc its u two getting to know each others bodies best!!! just loving on each other, holding each other close and giggling into each others mouths which occasionally breaks off into pretty moans

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

loves to send u videos of himself jerking off imo !!!!! if hes not filming it for u i cant imagine he cares much for getting off by himself at all anymore whats the point of that!!!!!

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

hmmmmmm said it before but spit is a big one for him i think !! drooly kisses, calling u his good baby when he spits in ur mouth, spitting on ur cunt before he fucks u open w his tongue and fingers … the possibilities r simply endless !

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

probably likes a little thrill, semi public spaces and such where its not THAT likely someone will find/hear u but just a sliver of a chance perhaps ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ bathroom at a party or smth is probably the riskiest he’ll go <3 otherwise just either of ur homes is the way to go !!

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

literally almost anything abt u but especially i think any glimpses he would get of ur hips or thighs during the day would make him froth a little and he starts to think more abt those thighs on either sides of his head— all thoughts out of his own perverse nature

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

as much as theres a general hc i cant see him as a hard mean dom but that could just b me and to each their own!!! he’s realistically too much of a sweetheart so the idea of being especially mean to u ever even if its meant to be hot just doesn’t rly quite do it for him but he’s willing to try at least once if thats what u really want

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

oh hes a GIVER. that boy is a MUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and hes GOOD AT IT!!!!!!!!!!! the teasing leadup, the way he gives himself into it wholeheartedly, moaning into u like its him getting off… and again! that mouth! case closed!!!!

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

depends on how pent up he is!!! generally he likes it fast but not too rough, but sometimes he gets worked up enough he’s a little rougher and harder w it, or whenever u want it he’ll get a little rougher !! however u want it, he’s willing to give it to u<3 almost always its sensual tho have u seen his hips :3

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

would probs love a good quickie but prefers when he has the time to tease u up to ur orgasm, knowing u always come harder w the anticipation and perhaps just a little edging :p

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

definitely game to experiment especially if theres smth u wanna try and u get so squirmy and heated in the face talking abt it, probably not too risky tho!!! nothing that could seriously hurt u or himself

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

stamina is pretty criminal, could take u for about 3 rounds before he finally tires out but only for a break, then he’s on u for ur fourth orgasm on his tongue, strong ass jaw workout ill tell u that

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

YES! vibrators absolutely, nice silk ropes for bondage, pretty glass dildos to use on u, a galore of things he wants to try on you but sometimes he thinks abt you using them on him and gets himself so hard he thinks he could cum in his pants if u so much as kissed him

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

a LOT !!! but thats all part of his foreplay ur just so easy to rile up and so cute to make squirm under just his fingertips

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

pretty loud ? but not much and not on purpose, breathless moans that break off into longer pitchier whines when pleasure wracks through his body hehe

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

he’s definitely cum in his pants more than once just from eating u out

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

honestly? i think he wouldn’t actually be that big like average or even just a bit below BUT!!! that’s just the thing isn’t it bc size doesn’t matter if u know how to use it! and lord does he!!!!!!!!

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

pretty high, but can u blame him when he has someone as stunning as u to always be his

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i don’t think he’d fall asleep fast unless u guys have had Excessive rounds … but anyway defo stays up w ur head pressed to his chest, playing w ur hair and telling u silly stories until u fall asleep first <3

[kisses4kaia]

I've been looking everywhere for new challengers content so I'm GLAD you're asking

idk if you just want thoughts or like fic ideas (I have both if you want to let me know) but I'll start with the thoughts cuz I needed to talk about patrick zweig 24/7 sorry

I can't stop thinking about marking him/him marking me LET ME EXPLAIN just in every way possible, hickeys, bite/scratch marks, all kind of bruises (given very lovingly and consensualy ofc)

him being so cocky for basically branding and claiming you BUT being even more proud of the marks on his own body, wearing slightly shorter shorts on the court the next day so it's showing a little etc...

anonnnnn this is too good to be true thank u (college!patrick x college!reader)

you and patrick zweig were not exclusive.

he ran around his tennis court, campus, parties, the city, getting in bed with whichever warm body welcomed him—you never knew him to be picky—and you did similarly, just not nearly as indulgent as he.

but for being just friends who fool around from time to time, patrick was awfully careless. his hands would get greedy and leave lasting bruises on your hip-dips (love handles, as he likes to call them), and his cologne lingered due to his insistence on you wearing his clothes while he fucked you.

all of the tell-tale signs of his familiarity with your body weren’t fooling anybody, but more than anything it was the marks. he loved displaying his whereabouts on your body with his mouth, and there wasn’t much that could top hearing the stutter in your voice when somebody points out the nasty rash on your collarbone. there was not much, but there was something.

the one thing patrick zweig adored more than marking you, was your marking of him. it wasn’t even the product of the love-bites he liked the most, although he was quite fond of those, but it was the feral cloud that overtook you, the heat of the passion getting to you and throwing your caution to the wind. it was the eagerness you had to really fuck him well, the best. making him feel your need and desires and all of your experiences without words through your sex was his favorite part—one of yours, too. and if that meant hurting him (at least a little bit) for him to get the sentiment, you could do that.

and even when he claims you went a little bit overboard, patrick still shows up to practice with you, shorts a little shorter due to what only could have been an intentional scrunching, spreading his heavy legs on his seat with his crotch and inner-thigh hickies exposed.

art shook his head and laughed when he saw them, and the look on your face seeing them, too. all his brunette friend could say in response was “you wish that was you, huh?” nodding down to art’s glares’ subject.

the retort was taken in good jest, but the flush of his friend’s cheeks at the comment made patrick wonder what both you and art would look like with matching stains of skin, whether it be hickies or bruises on love handles. he smiled at the thought, and stood to play.

[sku1l-b4e]

Heyy! Can u do a 2015 tom x young (18-19) fem reader where reader ask tom to teach her how to ride his dick cuz shes still a virgin? Like slow and gentle please? Ty if u write it! Have a nice day!

Ofc !! 🤭 (Can't promise it'll be good...)

Private Lessons

Category: smut, smut, smut !!! Warnings: dom!Tom, sub!reader, d¡ck riding, choking, swearing, badly translated german (Google), praise kink, fingering, marking, slight breeding kink? idk.

Reader is 18, Tom is around 26 !!

"Mm... Tom?" Your soft voice echoes through the quiet kitchen of Tom's mansion, he lifts his head out of the fridge and looks at you, a curious expression on his face. The two of you had been dating for a couple months now, and yet you had never had sex. Tom loved you enough to settle for jerking himself off until you were ready, but is today the day?

"Yeah, leibe?" He responds, standing up straight and closing the fridge to lean against it as he watches you, a nervous expression on your face as you shuffle in your seat on top of the counter. "Can you... Um... Can you teach me how to ride you?" His eyes widen, a smirk immediately plastering itself onto his face at the sound of your innocent voice asking him such a filthy question.

He takes a step towards you, his hands gently resting on either side of your thighs as he looks into your eyes. "Are you sure? You don't have to..." He asks for your confirmation, not wanting to pressure you into doing anything you don't want to. You nod in response, watching as toms smirk widens and his tongue plays with his lip piercing, making you squeeze your thighs together. He waits for you to back out, but after a couple seconds of looking at your innocent face, he chuckles and moves his hands to your ass, pulling you into him as he carries you to the bedroom.

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Tom closes the bedroom door behind him with his foot and lays you down onto your shared bed as if you were a sleeping child, he looks down at you and smirks again at your expression, how innocent you look, your doe-eyes driving him crazy. "Strip, Prinzessin." He orders, his voice stern whilst soft and gentle. You obey his command, slipping off your tight tank-top and denim shorts, leaving you in just your baby blue panties and matching bra. "Fuck..." He murmers at the sight of you, his hungry gaze drinking up your appearance.

It doesn't take him long before he's gotten rid of his grey sweatpants and Calvin Klein, leaving them on top of your own clothes. He kneels in front of you, hooking both index fingers around the sides of your panties, looking up at you for permission. You nod, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth. He slowly pulls off your panties, throwing them onto his pillow before he does the same with your bra, but not before gently squeezing the small amount of padding. "Gonna finger you first, baby... Gotta prepare you for me, okay?" God, that accent, his voice alone is making you drip onto the bed sheets below you.

You spread your legs for him, his gaze moving down to look at your glistening cunt. A shaky breath leaves him at the sight of you, he raises his right hand, gently swiping up your slit and making you gasp at the contact. He smirks once again, his thumb pressing against your clit and forcing your back to arch. "Oh-! Tom!" You gasp out, causing him to look up at you with slightly furrowed brows. "Shh, baby... Let your Tom take care of you." He whispers, leaning his head up to catch your nipple in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it, feeling it stiffen between his lips. He lets his teeth nibble on it, letting the pain of his bite distract you from his finger slipping into your cunt. He groans against your skin as he feels you clench around his finger, curling it slightly and eliciting another gasp from your pretty mouth.

He uses his free hand to spread your thighs wider, his lips leaving your stiffened nipple and trailing down your body and back up until he reaches your neck. He leaves small and big hickeys against your soft skin, as well as a couple nibbles, making you groan quietly. He continues to fuck you on a single finger until he's able to add a second, once he's able to add the second finger, he presses his thumb against your clit, forcing your pussy to clench around his digits. "Fuck, schatzi, so wet... all for me?" He asks, a hint of amusement within his lust-filled tone. You whimper, unable to respond as he curls his fingers, hitting that gummy spot inside you.

He pistons his fingers in and out of you, occasionally picking up the pace then slowing back down to hit that sweet spot that forces you to grasp his shoulders. But what after seems like hours and around two orgasms from his fingers alone, he finally pulls them out of you. He lifts them to mouth, sucking your sticky cum off a single finger before tapping your jaw. "Open." You listen, opening your mouth to allow his fingers to shove themselves down your throat. You suck off your cum from his fingers, grimacing slightly at the taste.

Tom then pulls his fingers away from you full and stands up, sitting beside you on the bed as your wide eyes go down to his erection. How on God's earth will that fit? He seems to hear your thoughts and he gently grabs your chin, kissing from your ear to your collar bone, shaky breaths and whimpers leaving your soft lips. "It'll fit, mein Süßes Mädchen..."

He wraps his hands around your waist, lifting you with a scary ease, he sits you on his lap, his hard dick pressed against your stomach as your doe-eyes stare up at him. He shuffles back onto the bed, laying down and holding your waist as you wait for his instructions. "Lift yourself and hover... I'll hold you up, mein süße." You nod, nibbling your bottom lip as you lean your hands against his chest, lifting your hips and hovering them over his aching dick.

He removes one hand from your waist, making you shake a little, he squeezes your waist with the remaining hand, using his now free hand to align himself."Slowly lower yourself, baby. It might hurt, but you'll be okay... Just tell me if you want to stop." You nod again, slowly lowering yourself with the help of his left hand whilst the right keeps himself aligned. He throws his head back and groans as he feels your virgin pussy swallow him. "T-tom... It hurts..." Your voice whines, causing him to snap his attention you. "It'll be okay, it won't hurt in a minute, just get used to it."

You let out a pathetic whine and he chuckles before he sucks in his breath and lets his head fall back onto the mattress below. He moves both hands to your hips, guiding you up and down all 7 inches of his cock. When he feels his tip kiss your cervix, his own hips instinctively jerk upwards, causing you to shriek out a moan. He manages to reign himself in, continuing to guide you slowly. Up and down, up and down. "Fuck... That's it, süße Mädchen... Oh, ja..." He whispers out his praise, his hips moving to meet yours as you moan and whimper, your breasts bouncing softly with each thrust.

As you slowly manage to adjust to his size, his pace starts to pick up, your body jolting with each movement from your boyfriend. "Fuck, schatz... So fucking tight, gonna fill you up, ja?" You can only moan in response, your virgin cunt creating an embarrassingly loud squelching noise as Tom's hips start to snap upwards as he starts to build up his climax. "Gonna fill you with my kids... Fuck..." Tom groans, his hand sliding up your sides until he reaches your throat where hickeys were forming.

He wraps his hand around your throat, the other gripping your hips tightly as he uses your body as his own toy. He moves his hips faster, more aggressive, a string of German dirty talk leaving his lips as he suddenly flips you over so you're under him. He pounds into you, his balls slapping against your plump ass whilst he buries his face into your neck, feeling your body jolts and squirm. He feels you tighten around him and you cry out his name, your back arching as your gummy walls flutter around his cock. He follows soon after, his hips moving against yours in a frenzied state until he pushes against you as hard as he can, feeling his orgasm crash over him and slowly drip out of you.

"Heilige Scheiße" Tom murmers as he slowly pulls out of you, your body twitching as you come down from your high. He watches his cum leak out of your pussy and he frowns, plugging up your hole with two fingers. "No- no more..." You whimper, trying to pull his wrist away to which he laughs and shakes his head. "Relax, leibe... Just makin' sure no more leaks out of you."

This is ass but oh well !!

(I forgot u asked for slow and gentle... hope it was okay 🫶🏻)

[zweighigh]

how abt patrick convincing u that u can have fun in the changing rooms because no one is around. ur soooo anxious (severe goody two shoes !!!) but he slowly coaxes u into it by muffling your protests with sooo many kisses and pulling down your panties although ur resisting. you end up melting into him, giving into his touch as he’s already started on you and you may as well finish. little do u know this is when arts practice finishes aaaanddd ya know ya know 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

YOU MATCH MY FREAK SO WELL

You had just finished coaching Patrick, it was a good practice but he would have to do way more if he wanted to beat his rival, you followed him into the changing rooms wich were, surprisingly, empty, you sat on one of the benches and watched him get undressed “you need to improve your game, Pat, Carver’s serve is fucking deathly” he turned to face you and just nodded as he inched closer “i’ll be fine” he kneeled down before you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear “you don’t need to worry about it”

He shook his head and lurched forward, planting kisses on your neck, one hand on your hip, you pushed him away lightly “Patrick, we can’t, not here” you shook your head no and he just looked at you with that smirk of his, cupping your jaw with his hand as he closed the distance within your bodies with a kiss.

Your protests were muffled under his lips, his tongue trailing over your bottom lip, asking for entry, your lips parted and he explored every inch of your mouth like a man starved, a mess of tongues and spit as his hand moved up your thighs and his lips found that sweet spot on your neck, leaving marks that you would definitely have to cover later today, his hand snaked over your clothed pussy, Patrick groaned as he felt how wet you were “thought you didn’t want this, look at you now, so soaked and I haven’t even done anything yet” he muttered against your neck, making your skin crawl.

He slipped your panties off of your legs and and ran his thumb over your soaked slit, pressing on your clit just enough to have you biting your lip, he inched his face closer to your cunt and you could feel his warm breath on you, he looked entranced by the sight, his tongue lapped lines along your pussy before closing his lips on your swollen clit and sucking like a man on a mission, you moaned empty praises and babbles of his name, loud enough that if someone were outside, they would hear just how good Patrick was making you feel.

He slipped his index finger inside your tight cunt, and groaned as he felt how your spongy walls clenched around him, the vibrations going straight through you, he thrusted his finger into you rapidly, his goal was to make you cum as quick as possible just in case someone were to enter the rooms, and like a summoning, Art barged into the dressing rooms, jaw slack and frozen in his spot instead of covering his eyes or turning around, the sight of him was enough to have you cumming all over Patrick’s face, moaning Art’s name.

Patrick looked up at you, his chin glistening with your juices before his gaze met Art’s, Patrick quickly clocked the tent on Art’s shorts, smirking before he spoke “look babe, Art gets horny just from watching me fuck his girlfriend” Art just walked closer to you both, before sliding his shorts and boxers down and grabbing you by your hair and into your knees, it was pathetic how you didn’t even need to be told to open your mouth, you automatically did, Art slipped his cock inside your mouth, you bobbed your head along his length, moaning as you felt two hands on your hips propping you in all fours before Patrick slid his cock inside your pussy, tears welled in your eyes as Art buried his cock in your throat balls deep, gagging as he pushed your head to take him as deep as possible.

Patrick thrusted inside of you rapidly and his grip on your hips was strong enough to make you bruise, you sweared you could see the stupid smirk on his face, you felt Art twitching in your mouth and you knew he was close, you pushed away from him and stroked him with your hand, Patrick’s thrust were getting sloppy as well as you clenched around him, Art came with a whimper and a grunt, all over your face and your hand, and that was enough to have Patrick cumming inside of you, thick ropes of cum coating your walls, he pulled out and pushed two fingers into you, keeping all his cum inside “might give your girl a baby Art, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fucking slut” even if his comment was meant for Art, you moaned loudly, and came for the second time that day.

(A/N) i moaned writing this 😜