#he's got me in a chokehold 😵‍💫

[pinktsukki]

more self insert doodles...

[heartthroblopez]

His thighs look absolutely delectable here 😵‍💫

Why is my face not in between them 😩

Why is he not crushing my head between them with all his strength 🥵

I deserve it 🥲

[volturiprincess]

That thing you mentioned about ghostface having the girl against a doorframe is felix? Can you plz write anything with that? Maybe he's teasing the reader and they're just super flustered 🤣

Feeling Shy?

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I postponed this until October since it felt fitting, you know? The way when I saw this in my inbox had me screaming, hyperventilating, and mentally loosing it from excitement was so strong. Its short (I honestly had no idea where to go with this)

Warnings: Eh some sexual tension (i mean who wouldn't be turned on by the idea of a big strong man like Felix with a ghostface mask on pinning you against the wall 🫠😵‍💫) One foul word mentioned

Word Count: 466 (she's a short one for sure, like me🤭)

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“Put the book back and turn around doll... .slowly” he purred huskily into my ear.

Why does his voice sound kind of muffled? I do as I'm told as I set the book back into its respected spot and turn towards him slowly as he told me. The sight I met caught me off guard, I wanted to scream from the sudden jump scare but the way he had his head tilted at an angle with his forearm resting above me halted my actions. I gulped slightly as I was being pressed against the bookcase by him. His hand came up to hold my chin so my head stayed in place, forcing me to stare into the eye sockets of the mask. If I look closely enough I swear I could almost see his wine red eyes through it. I felt my face head up with the way the emotionless mask stared into my eyes and into my soul. 

He has me in a literal chokehold without actually having a hand on my throat. That soon changed when suddenly the same hand that was grabbing my chin slithered down to my neck and he wrapped his thick hand around it. His hand was so big that my neck looked like a twig that he could easily snap with some light squeezing. I felt like I stopped breathing all together at that moment. The mask and his hand on my little neck are going to be the death of me. 

Even if his voice sounds slightly muffled, his next words sound so clear.

“So…you got a boyfriend?”

I bit my lip at how intoxicating his voice sounds with the mask on 

“Why? Do you wanna ask me out on a date?”

His head tilted a bit more to the side as he got closer to my face. Im for sure convinced he could feel the heat my face was radiating from my immense flushed face.

“Maybe….Do you have a boyfriend?”

Deciding to play his little game I play along. “I do”

“Oh yea? What's his name?”

Not having to be told twice or even hesitating I answered immediately. “Felix”

“Hmmm sounds like a lame name, bet he does not know how to treat a doll like you right”

I smiled with slight restraint since his hand is still on my neck.

“Oh but he treats me like i'm the only being in this whole world”

“Hmm, you love him?”

My next words are something I haven't really said to Felix before, I have only expressed with a short I love you but never beyond that.“More than words can explain”

“Cute…I love you more mi amor, more than you can imagine”

Ghostface Felix was not on my bingo card but fuck does he look so sexy. 

[bxnniez]

how TXT would hold your hand <3

soobin:

This SCREAMS soobin. The way his hands are so big and veiny.

He would definitely hold your hand softly and give it squeezes every once in a while.

Soobin absolutely adores it when you play with his hands, he would totally play with yours too. Rubbing the back of your hand softly with his thumb.

yeonjun:

Yeonjun 100%. He's the type to be more tsundere-ish when it comes to holding hands, he secretly loves the way your hand feels tho.

Would probably tell you to hold his hand so you don't get lost in public.

Yeonjun is definitely more dominant when he holds your hand, squeezing it tightly to make sure no one takes you from him☹️🫶🏻

beomgyu:

BEOMGYU!!

His hands are soft for sure, and he always makes sure to intertwine hands with you fully. He just wants to feel every single inch of you down to your finger tips.

He's definitely a PDA person. He will not stop holding your hand, no matter where you are.

Beomgyu definitely makes puppy eyes when you let go of him, how could you leave him!! :(

taehyun:

taehyun (this man has me in a chokehold)

VEINS OMG VEINS... his hands would be lowkey rough from his workouts, slightly sweaty too. Most likely cuz he's so nervous around you🤭

He's got this constant urge to protect you, what better way than to hold your hand!! Taehyun holds you very tightly, his veins bulging out😵‍💫

Would definitely call you princess and then bring your hand to his lips and kiss it.

hyuka:

hyuka my scrunkly🫶🏻

He holds your hands with so much endearment<3 Rubbing your palms when you're stressed, putting on lotion, painting your nails, putting on rings... this man can't get enough of your hands.

He would be so gentle with you even when y'all are getting spicy.

He would be childish too, swinging your arm in the air with his while giggling and bouncing around. He loves you too much.

[90s-suplex]

Okay..this might be a bit of a crazy one but I can’t help it with how huge his biceps are (especially in the early 2000’s) could you please possibly do a one-off about the reader asking Stone Cold to put her in a playful chokehold? Like she’s seen wrestlers do it so she wants to see what it feels like?

But then she quickly realizes how much she actually likes it type deal? And Stone Cold can absolutely tell she’s enjoying it?? 🫣 all safe and sane of course! I just- his biceps man. I can’t help but imagine that scenario when I see those things 😶 especially because I just know he’d be smug about it 🫠

Anon, trust me there’s nothing crazy about this - in fact it‘s 100% perfectly reasonable to want to be put in a chokehold by him!!! 😵‍💫😩

Tw: afab!reader, choking, size difference

nsfw, mdni

“What?“ Stone Cold asked you. "You want me to put you into what?"

You giggled before restating your request.

"A chokehold," you grinned as if you had just asked him a completely normal question. 

"Oh, you know… I‘ve always wondered..,“ you paused. „I’ve seen it so many times, I just wanna know what it‘s like. That‘s it.“

„You sure?“

You nodded a bit too fast, and Austin snickered at your enthusiasm. He wondered how long you had been thinking about asking him this. Eventually, he sighed as he got up and motioned to you to rise to your feet as well.

You stood before him, lifting your head so you were able to look into his eyes. He put his hands on your shoulders.

"Well, first," he spun you on your heels, "I need you to turn around.“

Next, he placed his right arm loosely over your shoulder, while he pulled you closer into him with his other arm until your back was pressed tightly against his torso. 

"As you know, a sleeper hold is pretty effective when you‘re trying to make your opponent tap out."

He angled his right arm, encircling your neck. Your chin was lodged in the crook of his arm as he towered over your body from behind. You felt tiny in his embrace. 

"And there are actually two ways to go about this," Austin explained and put his other hand on the top of your head to hold you in place.

So far, this wasn't too bad, you thought to yourself. You still had some room to move.

"Instead of straight up cutting off someone‘s airflow, you can try to cut off their bloodflow," he said while putting his other hand on the top of your head to hold you in place.

"Kinda like this." He flexed his arm, squeezing the sides of your neck in the process.

Oh. 

You gasped at the snug hold of his arm around your neck. Austin was right; he wasn’t directly blocking your air passage this way, but the applied pressure somehow ignited something in you. A weird, sudden mixture of adrenaline and arousal flushed through you. Before you could‘ve fully realized what was happening to you, Stone Cold decreased the pressure, but still kept you trapped with his arm.

You gulped.

Applying pressure again, he continued. "If applied for too long..." 

His display of strength while being pressed against his strong frame made you feel dizzy and light-headed. He remained like this for a couple of seconds before decreasing the pressure once again. 

".. it can get pretty dangerous,“ he warned. 

Even though you registered what he was saying, you didn‘t want him to stop, curious about the reaction he evoked in you.

He squeezed the sides of your neck again, this time a little harder than before, causing you to let out the faintest of moans. With widened eyes, you couldn‘t help but feel a bit ashamed.

You expected him to comment on this, but he didn’t.

Instead, he readjusted his hold on you by lowering his arms and clasping his hands together right next to your face. This way, your chin was no longer lodged in the crook of his arm, but his forearm was resting against your throat.

Your breath got caught in your throat and your mouth fell open.

"Usually it’s pretty hard to reverse this grapple.."

You began to struggle and dug your hands into his arm. 

Stone Cold decreased the pressure on your throat just enough for you to let you catch your breath.

Breathe in. 

Your chest burned as it filled with cold air.

Breathe out. 

The adrenaline made you feel as if your heart was about to jump out of your chest.

"..so, normally, people wouldn‘t wanna be caught on the receiving end of this hold.“

He released you from his grip and you whined.

"But for some reason,“ he husked, still standing closely behind you, "I don‘t feel like this applies to you, hm?“ 

You honestly didn‘t know what to answer. You wanted nothing more than for him to put his hands on you again, but the your foggy mind only allowed you to stutter out nonsense.

Still, Austin seemed to understand. Moments later, he reached for your right hand, putting it behind your back, while his other hand found its way back to your throat. 

He didn‘t apply any pressure this time around, just holding your neck - rough, calloused fingers on delicate skin.

"I hope this lil‘ demonstration answered your question," his voice was low and you could feel his warm breath on your face. You shuddered.

Suddenly, he dropped his hand, releasing your neck and your heart skipped a beat. His other hand still had your hand behind your back in a firm grip.

Slowly and almost tentatively, you reached for his hand, placing it on your throat again. Your hand slid down his arm, feeling his veins.

Voice hoarse, you asked, “C-Can you do it again?“

He chuckled into the shell of your ear.

“Careful what you wish for.“

[spidervee]

can you please give us something sinful with tangerine? that man has me in a chokehold 😵‍💫

some angsty/angry sex to scratch that itch, anon. I hope this is alright! tysm for requesting and, honestly, same damn it!🌻 18+ for general smuttiness and lewd innuendo

“Get out.”

The words just barely slip through your clenched teeth, a fortress that, right now, keeps your tongue in check lest you say something you regret.

“Piss off,” Tangerine scoffs, folding his arms across his chest. He stares at you, certain you’re going to fold, but you stare back, hands vibrating in anger as they’re clenched by your sides.

Slowly, enunciating it as though there’s a foul taste it leaves in your mouth, you say his name—his real name—and again spit out a near-breathless “Leave.”

Tangerine blinks, disbelief giving way to irritation before he’s turning on his heel and pulling a pack of smokes from his breast pocket. Along with a dozen other curses, he mutters something about not having time “for this bloody fuckin’ nonsense!”

And then he’s gone.

Hours later, he’s still gone. And it’s raining, piss-pouring, truly fucking wretched. And now that you’ve had time to cool off, to pace the small space of your one-room flat so much you’re certain you’ve worn a hole in the cheap flooring, you feel…guilty.

Because what had you even been arguing about in the first place? That you wanted him to move in but he wasn’t ready? That he’d let an I love you— the first of this situationship—slip over dinner and then promptly clammed up? That neither of you knew where this was going and felt so fucking intensely that fondness slipped into fucking and adoration into argument.

No matter. You could swallow your pride. Grinning, though your face still hurts from sobbing over the right cunt, you think of Tangerine. How you may just have to use that whole swallowing your pride line on him only just to hear him say that he’s got something else you can fuckin’ swallow, love.

But once you’ve pulled your wellys on and shrugged on a raincoat, you open the door to your flat to find a very soaked Tangerine on your porch, looking miserable.

“Swallowed my fuckin’ pride, love,” he says, though you can barely hear him over the rain, “So you can focus on swallowing something else, yeah?”

You laugh, telling him to sod off as you pull him in by the lapel of his expensive (and likely ruined) suit.

“You drive me fucking mad,” you whisper, closing the door behind him, already kicking off your boots, running your hands through his drenched curls, indulging in the sounds he makes when you hit a wet tangle.

“Feeling’s mutual.” Tangerine tilts your head back, unbuttoning your shirt to begin kissing and suckling at your neck.

Together, you try to make your way to the small bedroom at the back of your flat, a trail of wet clothes left in your wake. You make it about as far as halfway across the room before you’re pressed up against the wall, Tangerine buried deep inside you.

Tomorrow you’ll have to clean up the mess you’ve both made—mop the floor, pick up the shattered glass from the picture frame that falls after a particularly deep thrust, and—worst of all—fucking talk about your feelings.

[lovejosephquinn]

Imessage request.. some angst and ends in smut lol

Reader and joe go to a party, they run into readers ex. Joe sees them catching up and he gets pissed off and starts sending reader angry text messages. Then ends with something like "I bet he never made you cum like I do" " i bet he never left you screaming and shaking like I've left you from all the times I've made you squirt" 😵‍💫

Possessive horny drunk jealous dom Joe has got me in a chokehold rn 💀

Holy fuck.

[lipglossanon]

i’m sorry i was gone for so long i thought my episode was better but life my depression fucked me in the ass with a cactus and no lube lmao but someone asked about priest leon and it triggered my writing urges again, i can’t promise consistency but i can promise he will fill you with something more than the holy spirit, i can’t tell you about the second coming cumming of christ but i can tell you about the third and fourth, he’s probably so happy being cooped up in the woods with no one else and i can really see him just having the unholiest vhs porn collection from like the 70s to 80s and a tiny ass tv that works in like one corner of the chapel and god does it echo so just imagine him being so unruffled by someone accidentally interrupting his self care and it’s the prettiest woman he’s ever seen the only woman he’s seen in months and he’s so eager to help you he just ~accidentally~ makes your car troubles worse and just ~accidentally~ has only one bed available and oops guess we have to share 🤭 he’s so touch starved and giving dark stepdaddy leon energy just noncon all the way, you wake up with him in you while being choked by the rosary he always keeps on and he’s just praying over your fucked out limp body and starts murmuring while kissing away your tears because he’s too big but he accidentally totally not on purpose slips it in the wrong hole and tears you causing you to bite down on his hand he shoves in your mouth while you scream but he doesn’t stop despite how tight your asshole is he just uses your blood as lube to make it less friction-y for him and he says he can’t get someone out to help with your car so you’re stuck with him for weeks and he’s does shit like hide your clothes so you’re either naked or in his clothes ugh 😩 i could ramble for ages about older priest leon 🤭

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(real dad leon has had me in a chokehold, pun intended, since my depressive episode started like imagine your parents got divorced and you’re spending the summer with your dad who’s getting paid leave because claire can’t believe he actually wants to spend time with his family totally not why readers mom divorced him and he sees you in bikini for the first time to just absolutely loose his shit and spend the entire time in the kitchen because the sliding glass door is the closest he can get to you without wanting to rail you and you notice your bikini goes missing before you do your laundry and he catches you snooping through his room to try and find it so he has to punish you 🫣 idk how rough he would be but i feel like i’ve sent enough asks in for the idea of what i would want to be there jsit insyert anything dark stepdaddy leon would do lol, i’ve also read your more recent fics and they’re so good!!!!! i love stepbro leon i would love to see more mean older stepbro leon who just bullies reader even in front of their parents and doesn’t even hide his arousal when he makes you cry like him pulling really sexual jokes and pranks on you to humiliate you because he can tell you like him 👀)

💀 anon!!!!!!! 🤩 🤩 welcome back!!! 💜

It has been many moons since you’ve been here!! I’m sorry that depression is getting to you, sending you lots of hugs!!! 🫂

Will put a cut as this reply gets long AF 🤣

AHSJGL 🫣 not him getting caught watching some cheesy porno 🤭 ugh just waking up with him already buried in your pussy is making my head 🥴 like maybe you were a little flirty with him after you saw him in such compromising way (and he’s not bad on the eyes 😜)

But it’s still unexpected when you wake up to feeling uncomfortably full, pussy stretched out and pulsing around his cock as he ruts into you slowly 😵‍💫 and he’s just telling you how well you’re taking it, how hot and wet you are, how much he needed this soft pussy wrapped around his dick 🥴

Painal (I think that’s what that is right? Ugh I probably should google it but I don’t wanna see the results 🤣) is 50/50 for me 🫣 it’s hot but at the same time I’m like drawing my body inward cause ouchie 😆 but him not caring and just needing to use a hole to cum? 🥵 yes please 🫣

AGSJVL not dad Leon getting mad when reader correctly guesses he took her bikini 🤭 ugh I love mean Leon so much so I’m kinda with you on that 😉 loves to spank her if she gets out of line; like makes her take her panties off so he can spank her bare ass 🥴 doesn’t matter that you’re too old for it; he’s still your dad and it’s his house

Mean stepbro!! I’ve made him softer as I keep writing him 😅 he can’t help it, he just loves reader now 😝

But yes, he’s the kind of bully who definitely puts his hand down on the couch cushion before you sit so he’s groping your ass/pussy before you jump up. Laughs it off to your parents in the room saying it was a joke. Pinches your nipples as he passes by you, playing it off as trying to pinch your side 🫣

[ohnococo]

COCO, HII!!🥺💗 I'M SORRY FOR BEING GONE FOR A BIT, I GOT SICK😭

Anw, Sukuna lactating being canon got me on a chokehold like pls so ur telling me he got that 2 kinds of milk?🥺

I've always had a hc that Sukuna loves sucking on his s/o's tiddies for milk and to think that it's now canon that he can return the favour by letting his s/o do the same is making me feel some things for sure 😖💗

ALSO imagine milking him both ways😳 Now when his seed does take place, mommy can catch a break since she has such a skilled husband☺️☺️☺️

- 🐡 that missed u🥺

Aww I’d assumed you were just busy big ballin shot callin but oh no! I hope you’re feeling better now 🥺

Sukuna lactation kink is making my brain go brrrrr, he’s demanding about it too. Loving to distract you mid conversation or mid task by exposing you and sucking on your breasts. I feel like he’ll sometimes neglect you a bit too until you’re sore and leaking and he’ll feign taking pity on you and mock you for needing him so badly all in one.

He’d absolutely demand you milk him both ways though, he’d have you with a face full of his pecs as he holds you to his chest by your hair, barely letting you take a breath, then pushing you down to take his load too once he’s close. The possibilities 😵‍💫

He’s gonna have himself AND reader so spoiled

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

THEEEEE WIP GAMEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! screaming to the top of my lungs for it sweet ari :33 but first of all!! the aquarium is getting bigger!! that’s amazing news, we should celebrate with an underwater party 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️✨

anyway…….. going back to the ask game!! there are so many interesting stories (gently kissing your brain for blessing us with your ideas!) TT i’d like to know more about each one but i’ll simply ask for two of them which are:

“come, come over to me, to the place where the fox sleeps” …….. wow, the title is already beautiful (i’m a sucker for longer titles 😔) but ever since you mentioned kitsune!geto i’ve been growing curious about him and the story in general so :3

and then……

“consider the hairpin turn” :O i was about to ask for the cult leader!sugu x preschool teacher!reader but then i saw this!! if i’m not wrong you’ve already talked about it?? but i saw the tropes and it looks so interesting…… that ‘fractured narrative’ has me in a chokehold in a very positive way

hope i’m not late for this game!! and that september has been treating you well 🫶🏼🫶🏼 sending you lots of hugs and love and a bouquet of beautiful shells i picked from the shore :3 —🐟

FISHNON MY ANGEL !!!!! tysm for participating hehe. the aquarium is truly growing… we’ll have to celebrate with all the other underwater nonnies !!! :3c

BUT WAH ….. you managed to pick my absolute favorites of the bunch i think!!! 🥹🥹 i am beyond excited to get to writing these…….. already talked a little bit about the bfb au in other asks, but i’m always happy to ramble some more :333c

’come, come over here to me, to the place where the fox sleeps’……. i’m so happy you like this title 🥺 it’s one of the lyrics to the fox’s wedding, it’s a scary song though!!!! proceed with caution!!!!!! but i think the grittyness of it all, and the coaxing tone of the title, made a good fit for the fic :3c kitsune!geto is without a doubt my most twisted geto, and also one of my favorites !!! i have lots of lore planned for him…. and i think his view of reader is the most . problematic 💀 he treats you very well, he’d never hurt you, but he’s a God and that . makes his Love very fractured…..

the general story is that you, the reader, venture up to an old forgotten shrine up in the mountains of a rural town !!!! to leave an offering for the fox deity said to reside there. and then he appears :3c and grows fond of you (even though he generally detests humans)….. basically takes you in as his unofficial shrine maiden. i don’t have more plot than that in mind really, the fic will focus on the character/reader dynamic + kitsune!geto’s backstory!!! i will say. that he Kills a guy for you LMAO . i’m hoping to make this fic a little more gorey than usual !!!!!!!

as for ’consider the hairpin turn’ !!!!!!! like you said, i’ve talked about this one before, it’s my masterpiece of a fic that …. will probably not be written for a while 💀 i am ridiculously attached to bfb!kenny. this is another one with just …. a lot of lore, and a focus on the reader/character dynamic. reader’s view of kenny in comparison to how they view suguru……..

BUT YES :33c the fractured narrative!!!!! i’m so happy you asked!!!!!!! this is part of the reason why the fic is giving me so much trouble lmao…… my plan is for it to jump back and forth between their childhood and present time !!!!! in present time, kenjaku is just coming back to visit you and suguru in the town you all grew up in. and the childhood chapters gradually reveal why he left, and what he means to you. there’s a lot of longing and teasing involved because kenjaku is essentially your estranged childhood friend, who you’ve been waiting to see again. he knows you like him, you know you like him — so there’s a lot of tension. bfb!kenny is kinda manipulative and very charming and just …. ough . need him bad 😵‍💫

ANYWAYYY this got long ;;; but tysm for asking 🐟 anon!!! i’m so happy you’re excited for these!!!! :’3

ask me about my wips !! <33

[daydreams-after-dark]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C82wQnFN3jJ/?igsh=MXN2NnoyNjNjZHpyOQ==

Hans so hot I need him😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 those neck veins and sweat omg he's so ughhhh i wanna lick ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh send help☠�� it's getting out of control ATP😭😭😭😭😭😭

And also han dropped 'dont say' once n then forgot about it? Like I need him to release or perform it again, so i can die again. I still remember Japan dome tour, it was so good, I just wanna go to skz concert or any event they perform in atleast one n find out for myself if they're actually real or just some absolute greatness that my mind conjured up.

Anyways sorry for the embarrassing rant, love you n your fic, they keep me deluded and happy in my lil world but also remind me i can't have han like that😭😭😭😭😭

So…. lalapalooza I practically got pregnant by Emo Han…

Then… Rocker Han OMFG 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 so fucking fine!!!!

Honestly, he oozed so much sexiness when performed “don’t say” and I don’t think I’ll ever really get over it.

The neck veins, I need to lick the sweat off them!

The shirt… I’m a puddle.

Just everything about it makes me wet and clenching.

Can you tell I’m at a loss for words rn??? That’s what he does to me!!!!

Recently, Minho has been on my mind, but Hannie has me in a chokehold. He can choke me any day.

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

[skzcre]

hiiiiiii 💕

you already know lino’s got me in a chokehold but my brain is fr ROTTING thinking about him going from behind i mean 🫠🤤😵‍💫

ok lots of love sorry for putting this in your brain 🫶🏼

no i hear u bc same . i’ve said it like 20 times on this blog and i hate to repeat myself but GOOOOODDDD the thought of him like throwing his head back and moaning. his adams apple bobbing bc he’s practically drooling so wrapped up in you.

lino brain rot club 🤪

[jiyeonnnn]

that power bottom renjun drabble got me feeling things 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 fuck i need him to ride me until i'm overstimulated so bad, anyways can i be the 💐 anon?

he's got me on a chokehold tbh, something about his dominance screams "mommy" or "mistress" and i'm here for it 😌

also, sure ! may i ask what ur pronouns are so that i could address you properly?

[cheolhub]

ur taste in nct is *chefs kiss*

my biases are mark and johnny, bias wreckers taeyong and yuta

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THANK UUUU i love mark sm that’s literally bff & YUTA AS WRECKER IS SOOO REAL he’s had me in a chokehold lately 😵‍💫 he’s also the one who got me into them

[urdadsnewgiirlfriend]

Boat photos… I think I need a therapy! This man’s got me in a damn chokehold 😫😫😫

“Wanna buy you a necklace, too,” you tell him, breathless and quiet and seemingly out of the blue.

A crooked smile quirks on the right side of his rosy mouth. He knows you can’t afford it. The thought is cute, anyway. “Yeah?

“Wanna put my initial here,” you confess lowly, glassy eyes never leaving his honeyed ones. “Want everyone to know you’re mine, too.”

“Too?” he echoes with a smile, too full of love to be smug. His hand twists between your thighs and moves like syrup beneath your dress. He cups your bikini-clad cunt and grins. “‘Cause you’re mine, huh? Is that it?”

“Always been,” you tell him through bated breaths.

“Always been.” He repeats it like a vow. When he leans down again, you think he’s going to kiss you. You’re heartbroken when his lips meet your warmed cheek.

How can I live laugh love in these conditions???

You just know that he’s worked up an appetite after having fucked you so ardently. And you figure he won’t need a piece of jewelry with your initial on it when he’s wearing your come on his chin.

This! THIS!!!

My mouth is on the floor rn 😮‍💨🫠😵‍💫

stevie smut based on those boat photos is not a want, but a need

18+

Steve’s initial glimmers gold on your sun-kissed skin — a swirled S in the middle of a dainty chain. 

Despite its simple statement, you know it must’ve cost him a fortune. That’s not to say he even noticed the small dent it made in his bank account, of course. You know he bought it for you without thinking twice. But to you, still a broke college student at heart, the tiny thing feels so much heavier.

Imposter syndrome creeps up your spine like the cold hand of a ghost. 

Just yesterday, you were studying for finals, and now you’re on a yacht off the coast of Venice. Six months ago, you were living in a slum of a studio apartment on a top ramen only diet. Now you’re in Italy, with real gold around your neck, on a boat that wasn’t yours, drinking wine you didn’t pay for.

You know it’s all because of Steve just as much as you know he’s doing this for you because he loves you. You just can’t believe that it’s happening to you. 

What did you do to deserve any of this? To deserve Steve? What could you possibly give him in return to show how grateful you are for all of it? What do you give him that he can’t already buy?

“What are you thinking about, hm?” the boy himself questions as he appears in front of the leather couch you’re lounging on. He holds two glasses in his hands, one full of whiskey and the other white wine. He hands the latter off to you. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hum innocently in return. Your sundress falls to your lap when your knees bend to invite him next to you. His arm curls around your legs to pull them back over his khaki-clad lap when he sits down. His hand rests on your bare thigh.

“You know what I’m talking about,” he argues, squeezing softly at the plush skin — not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you giggle into your wine. “You’re doing the thinking face.”

“I am not doing the thinking face.”

“You so are,” he counters with a gentle grin and sparkling eyes. You didn’t think unbelievably wealthy guys could be as cute as he was. “What is it? Are you hungry?”

You shake your head against the pillow. “No. I’m good.”

“Do you feel okay? Are you seasick?” 

His tone is soft with concern. He’s already got himself all worried. 

Steve’s hand leaves your thigh to push his sunglasses to the top of his head, forcing his honey locks back in the process. A few ornery strands still hang over his forehead. His chocolate eyes, deeper than a thousand oceans, melt with concern. “Do you need me to call another boat? Should we go back to the hotel—”

Your giggling puts an end to his panicked rambling. He squints while you hide your smile with your wine glass. “What?” he lilts with a smile, still halfway worried that you’re coming down with sunstroke.

“Nothing,” you hum when the laughing fit ebbs like a low tide. You tilt your head to your shoulder and smile. “I just love you.”

You swear you see him sigh in relief.

“Oh, you’re just lovesick, huh? That it?” 

The way he coos at you — sounding almost degrading even though you know he’s only joking — makes your thighs squeeze shut. His warm fingers are caught between them.

“Very,” you nod like you’re proud to be. Because you are. 

You’re lucky to love a guy like Steve. Even luckier that he loves you back. 

Wind whips through the collar of his white button-up as he props his elbow on the back of the couch, facing you more. The top of his shirt is unclasped to reveal the cinnamon scruff on his chest that he also sports on his unshaven jaw. 

He’s too hot to smile so sweetly down at you.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, obviously insincere as he scrunches his nose. “Think I might’ve given you the lovebug…”

You shrug. “’S okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… As long as you stay sick with it forever.”

Steve’s sculpted features melt as he gazes down at you. He goes kind like he’s about to tell you how stupid you are for even thinking he could be anything other than crazy for you. 

Despite the strange angle, he begins to lean toward you, sitting his whiskey down on the glass table in the process. “Oh, honey, I’m gonna be sick over you for the rest of my life.”

“Ew,” you giggle at his wording, reaching for his stubbly cheek anyway. You scoot slightly over to accommodate his body.

Your mouth puckers for an innocent kiss that he’s more than happy to give you — one, two, then three of them, to be exact. The fourth one is far too languid to be called a peck, too wet and too full of tongue. 

You sigh against him at the tenderness of it, like a first love or a last one.

Steve’s hand is still pressed between your warm thighs, still trapped between them lest he think about moving it. His other bends at the elbow to prop himself up. It’s not like he’s going anywhere anyway, not from where he’s squished between your body and the back of the couch — with your legs thrown over him and your free hand clutching his face to yours. The other is wrapped around his neck and still holding your wine.

You lick sinfully into his mouth, like a kitten to milk, just before you part from him.

“Wanna buy you a necklace, too,” you tell him, breathless and quiet and seemingly out of the blue.

A crooked smile quirks on the right side of his rosy mouth. He knows you can’t afford it. The thought is cute, anyway. “Yeah?”

You nod, bottom lip caught between your teeth as your hand curls around the base of his neck. You can feel the thrumming of his pulse against your thumb. 

“Wanna put my initial here,” you confess lowly, glassy eyes never leaving his honeyed ones. “Want everyone to know you’re mine, too.”

“Too?” he echoes with a smile, too full of love to be smug. His hand twists between your thighs and moves like syrup beneath your dress. He cups your bikini-clad cunt and grins. “‘Cause you’re mine, huh? Is that it?”

You nod. 

A moan leaves in a fragile sigh from your parted lips when his finger sneaks beneath the fabric. He rubs you, up and down one time, just to feel how wet you are and to smile when he finds you’re soaking. 

“Always been,” you tell him through bated breaths.

“Always been.” He repeats it like a vow. When he leans down again, you think he’s going to kiss you. You’re heartbroken when his lips meet your warmed cheek. 

You taste like lotion and sunshine, like new adventures and nostalgia. 

“Let’s get you to a bed, yeah? So you can show me who I belong to.”

He says it like a courtesy, like he’s giving you an ounce of the power he normally keeps for himself. But you know your place. You know he’ll ruin you soon enough. You’ll forget your own name before you can make him repeat it for you. 

You love it.

Steve rises off you and extends a hand to help you up, too. You trail happily behind him, knowing where he’s leading you — what he’s leading you to.

Your glasses sit abandoned beside one another, going warm beneath an orange sun.

—————

“God, honey. Fuck,” Steve swears. 

His grunts mix with the sinful slapping of your thighs against his lap. His happy trail and trimmed bush are soaked with the slick you drip for him. He squeezes the plush of your hips to help guide you up and down over his cock. 

“Takin’ my dick like a fuckin’ champ, baby. Like you were made for it, huh?”

You nod, slacked mouth and panting. Little whimpers spill from your swollen lips every time you move down over him, every time he hits the spongy spot deep within you that only he could ever reach. It feels like so many little strikes of purple lightning — too much to bear, but still not enough.

His golden initial sways above your breasts as your tits bounce in front of his face. He desperately wants a taste of you, to take your stiff nipple into his mouth, but he doesn’t want to take his eyes off you. 

“You’re so pretty, honey, you know that?” he babbles, heavy eyes flitting back up to your fucked-out face. It’s hard to talk with your snug cunt squeezing him somehow tighter. His words spill through gritted teeth. “Pussy’s pretty, too. And so— fuck— so good for me. Shit, honey… ‘M gonna come if you keep riding me like this…”

You moan in a delicate cry at his admission. Pride swells in your chest to know you’re making your boy feel as good as you do.

One hand clutches the pillow beside his head while the other takes purchase on his neck, the place you’ve got a newfound adoration for. You don’t choke him, though. You’re too gentle for all that. But not so gentle that you don’t know how to kiss him breathless. 

Your mouth engulfs his own, swallowing him whole and making him forget whose air he’s breathing.

His hands trail from your hips to your ass. He grips the fattiest part with wide, warm palms and spreads them apart. He imagines how his cock must look sinking into you, shining with your honey and his pearly pre-come. He imagines your fluttering cunt swiping against his heavy balls.

You hear him spank you before you feel it.

The smack comes just before the high heat that blooms across your right asscheek. “Steve,” you moan, unabashedly needy for him as ride him harder than you had been just before. The way he hit you felt like encouragement, rough but still tender.

The bed begins to rock beneath you like the yacht your man has put you on and the bright blue sea that carries the two of you.

Your wet cunt sucks his cock inside of you, taking him deeper and deeper even though the feeling of him so far within you borders on painful. Desperate and whining for him, you keep taking him like you were made to do it. 

Because you were. 

“Yeah, keep bouncing, honey. Doing so good for me,” he manages a fucked-out smile when low squelches start to fill the lavish studio. “Pussy’s perfect baby— god, fuck.” 

He cuts himself off with a groan when you tighten around him, tossing his head back on the fluffy pillow that you grip for dear life. 

“No pussy’s ever been this good for me, you know that? Always so good… How am I— shit— How am I ever supposed to stop fucking you, huh?”

“Don’t,” you squeak out. It’s the first intelligible thing you’ve said since you started riding him. You pout, scrunched browed and jutted lip, as your orgasm creeps up your sweat-slick spine. “Don’t want you to ever stop fucking me.”

Steve nearly bursts right then.

He doesn’t mean to take over — to hold your hips still and prop you above him while he plants his feet on the mattress. He doesn’t mean to fuck up into you, but he’s gone just as stupid as you have. His cock twitches and jerks within your snug pussy, and he wants so desperately to come. More than that, he wants to make you come like he knows you’re bound to.

“Yeah? You love my dick, don’t you?” he laughs through bated breaths — like he isn’t rightfully dumb over your pussy. “You always get so slutty for it.”

You don’t know if you want to protest or agree with him. All you do is moan as your fingers dig into his furry chest. The wet slap of his balls against your ass entwines with your cries and his taunts.

“Yeah, you do,” Steve coos, jaw clenched and brows furrowed. He still talks so softly to you like he isn’t fucking you for all you’re worth. “Go ahead, honey, cream on my dick. Make a mess for me… Gonna sit you on my face after, okay? I bet you’ll taste so sweet for me when I’m done with you.”

Your mouth falls in a silent cry. Your pussy spasms around him at the thought of his mouth between your legs, slurping at your honey and his come that leaks from your gaping hole.

“Get yourself there for me, baby,” he commands in a gentle murmur. “Take this dick. Take what you’re given—”

And just like always, you do. 

You orgasm on his stiff cock a second later — not coming, but gushing. His heavy cock jerks inside you right after, spitting several warm loads into your trembling cunt. 

His wide hands find purchase on your sweat-slick back, holding you to his scruffy chest while his hips buck against you, pushing his dick as far as you’ll take him. And, like the good girl you are, you take him all the way.

You take everything he gives you — come, orgasms, and gold necklaces alike.

When your senses return and your heavy breaths go even, Steve feels you smile against his neck. He thinks he must have fucked you so sufficiently stupid that all you can do is grin through the rippling aftershocks of your high.

That’s only half true.

You just know that he’s worked up an appetite after having fucked you so ardently. And you figure he won’t need a piece of jewelry with your initial on it when he’s wearing your come on his chin. 

[lipglossanon]

OMG MY TUMBLR KEEPS CRASHING WHILE IM TRYING TO TYPE THIS OUT RAAHHHH anyways, i saw this edit earlier of a re4r mod that like, adjusts the camera and so there’s this one clip where u can see leon just straight up manspreading and it was so hot HES SO HOT i just wna sit on his lap and cockwarm the shit outta him, you feel me?

and ofc this is gna turn into another thirst for stepbro leon bc why else wld i be here 🤭 i just imagine like, leon trying to study for college exams or smth and reader is laying on his bed, scrolling on her phone, bored out of her mind before suddenly feeling that familiar neediness springing up when she looks over at leon, sat at his desk, studying his books and notes, man spreading a lil in his chair and looking so studious, and asks, “leon..can you take a break? i need you” she says while pouting but only gets a, “no, sweetheart, i’m sorry, but finals are coming up” (this just reminded me that i have finals coming up too NOOOO💔💔💔) and ofc she’s whining and making somewhat of a fuss abt it but is just getting ignored by him which slightly annoys her before she tosses her phone aside and gets him, crawling under his arms and sitting in his lap. at this point, leon just lets her do it since she isn’t really doing much. right? WRONG. she starts to quietly whine in his ear, talking abt how much she needs him and it gets to the point that it’s annoying him that he eventually grabs her by her throat with a mean glare and a slight squeeze

“you wanna be a needy slut, huh? want my cock so bad?”

and she just nods eagerly, thinking she finally got her way as he pulls his pants down, pulls her shorts and panties down to just hang off her ankle before sliding his cock into her already soaking wet hole before cooing at her with mock sympathy, “there, happy?” but she’s just too cockdrunk to pick up on it as she nods and tries to move against him, but before she can even move so much as an inch, he’s holding her hips harshly and bruises are probably going to show up later

“you have my cock, now be a good girl and sit still, or you won’t get anything”

and she’s on the verge of crying out about how unfair he’s being before she sees the look in his eyes, as if daring her to disobey him before she meekly nods and tries her best to not move around as leon goes back to studying, thrusting up occasionally just to get a little reaction out of her before going completely still again

😵‍💫😵‍💫 brainrot, SORRY IF ITS NOT GOOD I AM NOT A WRITER😓😓 i was also having thoughts abt exec!leon fucking virgin!reader bc i can not get that one part of the fic outta my head..but that’s gna hv to wait for another time bc i hv a 5 page rough draft to write for my writing class tomorrow😀😀👍

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🪷 anon, never apologize for writing because you’re brain has beautiful thoughts 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 (and like a link to that mod vid—for scientific purposes of course 😌 😜 )

And you wanna know what’s insane?? I’m literally in the middle of writing a cockwarming fic for stepdad Leon 😱 so surprise I guess *jazz hands* 😜

But oof Stepbro Leon making her sit there while he studies for finals 🥴 🥴 I’m gonna have to take this and add it to my list (which is predominantly Stepbro Leon; he got everyone in a chokehold 🤤)

Haha no worries!! Thank you for sharing cause that’s so hot like it’s not even funny 🥵 🥵 and exec Leon is way more popular than I thought he’d be (very pleasantly surprised! 💜) and good luck with your rough draft!!! 💕