#his biceps 😳

[thatlioninthecorner]

Opening up Tumblr today got me like:

Full on twst bomb 🤯 (I ain’t complaining tho)

I am LOVING Leona’s new sprite 👀👀👀 He keeps showing his forehead as of late, you know what that means

Still not exactly sure what’s going on in his dream, but OUGH does he look good 🤭

[umflowers]

📷 @.hannahjimileen / instagram

[kybelles]

Who do you consider to be more physically affectionate, Laurent or Damen?👀

i imagine they’re both clingy af 🥺 you can always see them touch each other one way or another: a hand on the knee while conversing or simply holding hands is a part of their daily routine 🫶🏼

[coachbeards]

personally I think trent should be allowed to ogle lumberjack beard!!! Idk!

[arminsumi]

... hubby!Gojo with a huge breeding kink who just obsesses over you when you're ovulating and can't think about anything else but fucking a baby into your hips.

+ warnings; mdni, breeding kink, some dumbification

+ an; I literally had this idea in my drafts for a year... 😳

Maybe he's got a freaky sixth sense, maybe it's just because he's got heightened senses, or maybe there's some scientific studies to back it up; but Gojo can smell when you're ovulating. And it turns him on — of course it does. He has a bigger breeding kink than you do.

"Oh, you're ovulating." he notes after sniffing your skin... and you do a double take like he's insane. Because he is insane — you married a madman.

He pays closer attention to your cycle than you do, reminding you to mark down when you get your period, and coddling you in the days leading up to ovulation.

"Satoru, it's just an estimation." you tell him, but he's got a glow in his eyes when he sees your period tracker app telling him that today's your most fertile day — if he cums in you today, it's basically guaranteed.

He researches positions that help conception, bends and pushes you into them, and fucks you deep with his thick cock, going harder on your poor hole than he normally does — grunting more than he normally does, throbbing more than he normally does... like it just awakens something primal in him, and now he's obsessively fucking you like he has no other purpose but to breed his sweet little wife.

"Nn! Satoruuu!" you whine and paw at his torso, your walls overwhelmed by the pressure of his cock splitting you open.

"Yes babyyy?" he coos, giving you a crooked, blissed-out smile as he tilts his head.

There's sweat dripping off his abs, his pink nipples are hard, his biceps are twitching, and he's running one hand through his dampened white hair as he stills inside you for a moment.

"'s too deep! T-too big!" you moan lewdly, a bit of drool escaping the corner of your mouth.

"...aw, I know I'm just too big for ya, huh?" he coos cockily; hearing you tell him that he's 'too big' never gets old.

He's so determined to give you his baby that he tries everything to increase the chances; staying inside you for 5 minutes after shooting his load in, having you rest with a pillow under your back so your hips are raised — "Gotta help my lil' guys swim." he acts like an idiot about it, but sweetly so. Nothing excites him more than the idea of being a dad, except the idea of fathering your children.

After sex, when the two of you are cleaning up, Satoru feels over and massages your tummy with a small smile on his face. He's lost in thought, hair all messy and face tired like he's run a marathon, hopeful that this time he got you pregnant.

He'll pamper you like his queen, humming and going to the ends of the earth to get you anything you ask for. He really fawns over you when you're ovulating, and lays on the compliments thick while snuggling your neck and creeping his fingers up your thighs — pretty soon he'll sink them inside and stretch you out on them, preparing you for what he cutely calls "baby making" but is actually sweaty, nasty, kinky sex — there's a definite difference in the cute, snuggly sex and the literal breeding sessions no matter how much he plays it off.

"Satoru... my legs are still weak after this morning, give me a break, will you?"

"Aw come on, this is an innocent request... and if babymaking happens, it happens..." he mutters the last part under his breath.

"You're crazy."

But you know you're gonna fall for it after you take one look at his rock-hard, juicy pink, dummy big cock and those breeder balls.

He just beams victoriously when you hop over to him like a little bunny.

Satoru's pushes into you as deep as your pussy allows him, and then some more just to pressure your deepest spot, pinning your wrists down and whispering sultrily into your ear about how well you take him, how beautiful you look, how good it feels to fuck your fertile pussy knowing that he'll most definitely get you pregnant because his cum is perfect; thick and sticky and gooey and pungent, perfect just like he is — the cocky bastard.

When his creampies makes you cum, A-spot pressured with his pulsing tip, he grins so wide that you scold him about it.

"Stop grinning like a psychopath." you pant.

He just looks up at you, face hardly an inch away, and asks a dumb, smiley "D'you feel pregnant?" ... as if it happens so fast.

"Gee, I don't know, we should go again just to make sure — that was a joke, that was a joke! Nn! Satoru!" too late, he's flipping you over and slowly filling you up again.

And oh god Satoru loves sliding back in for round twos. The smell of sex and cum wafting up and hitting his nose just makes him plunge back into your cum-filled little hole with only one thing in mind and that is breeding you 'till you're stuffed to the max.

"Come on, y' gonna be a good wifey for me and get knocked up?" he rasps against your ear, thrusting his cock up into your sensitive spots until his creampies turn into whipped cream, frothed up and milky-white and smeared on your pussy lips.

Like the nasty boy he is (and always has been, even before marriage), Satoru forces your head down and makes you watch him fuck his dummy big cock into you.

"Yeah, watch that cock fill you up... look at all my cum leaking out..." he tuts, "... don't be so wasteful, baby... oh well, 'm gonna fuck it back into you anyways. Come on, let me in deeper — aw, what's wrong?" he coos when you claw at his meaty bicep.

"'toruuu, so deep! Y-you're so fucking deep, I can't think..."

His heart pangs when he hears you complain about being too stuffed, "Oh baby you don't need to think, just lay there and let me put a baby in your sweet pussy — gonna fuck you so dumb, the only name you'll remember is mine."

Of course, he has to get a creampie in every day. Sometimes even a few times a day. Sometimes even at 4 AM, and you swat him for being a horny idiot — but it takes five minutes to give in because you can hear the need in his voice when he whines "Please?" and starts humping against you, "I've got so much cum for you." he tells you and though it sounds so sweet in his soft, bedroom voice it's hard to take him as an innocent man, because his thick boner is grinding hard and hot between your plush lips.

You can bet you'll probably only get to sleep when the birds are chirping, 'cause your hubby's balls are too heavy and full of cum and he needs to drain himself inside you — oh, and you can also bet that afterwards he will be sleeping like a princess, clinging to you with his face snuggled into your tummy.

[writersdrug]

OMG OMG I JUST READ YOUR THING ABOUT BARTENDER SIMON RILEY!! I’m like actually obsessed rn like…. Imagine how that interview would go… 😳 just the reader is shitting bricks because “omg my interviewer is this tall ass beef cake who doesn’t show majority of his face”

You don’t know how much I love this concept…

YESSSS

You're sitting at a seat at a tall table, feet swinging nervously as you sit across from Simon. He's looking over your resume, one foot planted on the ground, the other hiked onto the lower bar of the chair. Your eyes are trailing his intricate tattoo sleeve as his fingers tap against the sheet of paper in his hands. The lil crease in his brow as he mulls over it, soft brown eyes going back and forth over the words.

You're caught between finding him adoringly soft and kinda scary (you're staring at his biceps, remembering that tiktok trend you saw where girls had their buff boyfriends crushing their face with their arm muscles and oh god you're dying to get a taste-)

"You've never had a waitressin' job." He says gruffly, looking at you. "Never really done anythin' customer service, either. Just bookwork."

You chew your lip and sigh. "I know- I just want something different. Rent is due and, surprisingly, data entry doesn't pay the bills." Oh my god, did you just complain about money in your interview?!

"N' you think serving pub food to sad old wankers 'll be better?"

Well, he doesn't seem to care about professionalism, either.

You nod eagerly. "Yup! Plus, you need some young appeal to this place."

"Meanin' you?"

You nod again. "I can be the life of the party if you need me to!" No, you can't, but you desperately need this job.

He huffs, standing up on his feet. Jesus, he could throw you across the bar like a ragdoll - you kinda want him to. "Fine. Be here tomorrow at eight hundred."

You slide off the chair and brush your skirt off. "I got the job?"

"We'll see. Give it a week." He says, shoulders thick and tense as he walks back to the bar. "If you're late, consider yourself fired."

[yeonzzzn]

mutual masterbation with Jake??? 😳

ask and you shall receive 👀

“Fuck, baby,” Jake moans, pressing his free hand against the back window, tucking his lower lip between his teeth as his eyes are glued to your face and every few seconds shifting between your eyes and then fingers that are slowly pushing in and out of your cunt.

You lean your head back against the door, feeling the cool autumn air against the foggy window. Jake might be staring back and forth between you finger fucking yourself and your eyes, but yours are shamelessly locked onto his own hand. Loving the way his fingers wrap around his cock and slowly pump himself.

Jake smirks, getting a high off of how you stare at him, “Yeah, baby?” he whispers, bucking his hips up into his hand, pumping his dick at a faster pace, his hand sliding down the back window, creating the perfect hand print, “Love the way I fuck myself, yeah?”

You moan at his words, plunging your fingers at the same pace at his hand into your pussy, feeling your slick slide out down your thighs, “Fuck, yes,” you barely manage to say, slapping your hand to the back window as well, creating your own print.

It’s crazy to you that not even twenty minutes ago, you and Jake were heading back to the college dorms from the party Heeseung was throwing at his home. Jake has been your best friend since the beginning of college, so you’d never thought be in the back seat of his car masturbating with each other.

Neither of you wanted to ruin this friendship, but the sexual tension was way too high, so when Jake suggested a mutual masturbation, you felt it would have been stupid to turn it down.

The sexual tension between the two of you has always been so ridiculous, but the friendship meant more to you both. But tonight? You’re putting your pleasure above it.

You stretched your leg out over Jake’s, feeling his thigh twitch at the touch of your bare leg against his. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leans his head against the window, the cool autumn air outside along with the foggy slick on the window sticking to the back of his head.

“J-Jake,” you whimper, rolling your hips against your fingers, “I can’t take this anymore, touch me, please.”

“Oh fuck, baby,” he moans, sitting up quickly to pull you closer to him. Jake was quick to remove your soaked fingers from your heat and replace them with his own, not wasting a second to push them knuckle deep.

“Jake!” you cry out, both hands gripping his biceps, your hips voluntarily rolling in motion with his hand.

Jake had to bit his tongue from releasing the most pornographic moan ever at the way his name rolled off your tongue. He was in heaven right now. How could he not be? He’s naked with you in the back seat of his vehicle and his fingers are fucking your cunt awhile sweet sweet moans are escaping your lips. Fuck this friendship, he’s so ready to ruin it with you.

“Keep moaning for me baby,” he whispers, connecting his forehead to yours and sliding his free hand down your arm, navigating your hand to his cock, “Please touch me too.”

You didn’t hesitate to start working your hand up and down his cock, rubbing your thumb over his tip to spread the beads of precum leaking out.

“F-fuck,” Jake hisses, “I want to kiss you so bad right now.”

And you went for it, sealing your lips to his and throwing your friendship out the window. Pumping his cock as a quicker pace and fucking loving the way he’s moaning against your lips. His brows furrowing as he shoves his tongue down your throat and pushes his fingers even faster inside you.

Jake knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. And by the way you clenched his fingers, he knew you wouldn’t either.

“Cum with me baby,” he says between kisses, curling his fingers on your spot, feeling your whole body shutter, “Make a mess in my backseat with me. Ruin this friendship, fuck just be with me,”

You whimper against his lips, closing your hand tighter around his length and rocking your hips faster. His thumb circled your clit, abusing the bundle of nerves in a loving fast pace.

You barely pulled away from Jake, opening your eyes in time to see his jaw slack and eyes trained on you as a deep, wet moan goes past his lips, eyes slightly crossing upwards as he cums in your hand. and dear fucking god you want to commit this to memory. If this is how he looks when he’s cuming to your hand, you can’t wait to see how he’d cum with his cock buried deep inside you.

You cum not even a second after him, coating his fingers beautifully. You moan together with him, the two of you riding out the highs and breathing each others air.

Jake rested his head back to yours, taking deep breathes and smirking hard, “I’m so fucking you when we get back to the dorms.”

—tags: @alvojake @ikeuverse @woniebae @shawnyle @jwnghyuns

@in-somnias-world @zyvlxqht @aaa-sia @wonniethepoo @addictedtohobi

@eneiyri @skzenhalove @fakeuwus @cherry-park @vousty

@ladyartemesia @criminalyun @enhaverse713586 @wondipity @lhsvibez

@jaeyunq @rikizm @kaykay11sworld @vixialuvs @onlyhyunjin

@enha-cafe @ppanghoon @sunpov @zeeloveshee @hxxsxxng

@moonrisearies @brownsugarbaybee @nshmrarki @vveebee @teddybeartaetae

@kookify @abysofsteel @aileeeeeeeeeeeee @hee-lvrr @1309zip

@moon0fthenight @jakeflvrz @021894s @sendhelpiloveyeonjun @surrik-i

@heeseungsbm @niki-riki-nishimura-riki @star-hoon

[min-imum]

makeup sex w/ hhu😳👉🏻👈🏻

tempted to ask if you meant all of them at once tbh 🫣🫣 here’s coups first, the rest coming (🌚) soon!

nsfw, mdni

content warnings: afab!reader, fingering, car sex, there might be more lmk if i forgot anything

“i told you,” seungcheol seethes. “i fucking told you that skirt was too damn short.”

last week, you’d purchased this miniskirt. it was cute and your boyfriend seemed to love it when you modelled it for him at home after your little shopping spree.

but earlier today, when he found you putting it on for the gathering with his friends, he’d warned you that the skirt was far too short.

“no,” you insisted. “it’s fine! i’ll just have to watch how i sit.”

three hours later, mingyu and wonwoo were holding back a very angry seungcheol from beating the daylights out of the man who’d groped you — “what, it’s out there, might as well be public property,” he’d smirked — and now the two of you are in his car speeding home.

“i’m sorry,” you whimper. “i didn’t mean to. i thought it’d be okay.”

he grunts. “that’s why i warned you. i’m all for you wearing what you want to wear, but this was too much.”

after a few moments of silence, seungcheol speaks up again.

“are you okay?”

you shudder at the memory of that man’s hand on your ass, squeezing shamelessly. “no,” you admit. “i… i hate that he touched me, cheol. you’re the only man who has ever touched me there, but now—”

growling, seungcheol makes a detour into a nearby abandoned parking lot. he leans over the console and pulls you in for a kiss with a hand on your neck.

the kiss is messy and wet, but neither of you pay it any mind. he licks into your mouth and you moan, hand flying up to hold his bicep.

“cheol—”

“you’re mine,” he growls. “i’ll make sure everyone knows it.”

he unbuckles your seatbelt for you, then helps you into the backseat. he peels off his shirt — a simple white button up — and climbs into the back after you.

seungcheol’s body is sculpted by the gods. you whimper as you run your hand over his abs, fingertips catching on each ridge. he smirks as he slides a finger under your miniskirt and feels the wet spot on your panties, and then he slides them off your legs and shoves them into his pocket. he reaches between your legs again and, before you’re able to brace yourself, rubs harshly at your clit.

your eyes roll back, your back arches, and you mewl loudly, hands scrambling to grab onto the edge of the seat. “c-cheollie!” you moan loudly as he slides two fingers into you, your slick easing the way, while his thumb continues mapping tight circles on your clit.

he leans down towards your ear.

“never wear this skirt out again,” he says, eyebrows set in a straight line. “this is for me and me only. you hear me?”

“yes, yes, shit, cheol, i promise—” you gasp. “i’m cumming, don’t stop—”

you scream, hips shaking, as you cum all over his fingers. he continues to thrust them into you for a few moments before pulling them out and licking up your juices.

“one minute break,” he says sternly.

“then i’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”

[larcenywrites]

Top 5 Logan's kinks 👀?

These are in no particular order!

Top 5 Kinks

Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW | no pronouns used for reader | there’s like- two cutesy moments if it counts for anything :3

Breeding/bare- Sure, Logan’s a man. He’s obviously going to prefer no condom. It just feels better for both parties! But Logan is a possessive man, and a territorial beast. It’s only natural for him to mark you in the most primal way he can! But in the case you are able to get pregnant… that’s actually terrifying. Logan is terrified of actually having kids… (which isn’t to say he doesn’t want them… but there are a lot of other problems involved with that 😅) But at his core, Logan is an animal. More so than a “normal” human. It’s literally just another part of his predator instinct. It doesn’t matter if it’s a rough fucking or making love, once he gets into it, you’ll have to remind him several times to pull out (assuming you remember yourself 😩). It also doesn’t help that he can literally smell when you’re ovulating 😳 he gets… pretty ornery— if he even can be more ornery than normal! He’s possessive and horny and really struggling to care despite the risk and his fears 😮‍💨 And with his nose buried in your neck the whole time, not very subtle as he breathes in your scent and damn near panting, it’s really all he can think about 🥴

Collaring- It probably took a lot of practice and maybe a little bit of taming, but Logan is very fond of collar time :3 I have a lot to say about this one, so there’s actually hcs right here! And maybe I just couldn’t think of another kink ;)

Play-fighting/Rough play- Obviously, the constraints of this kink will heavily depend on you 😅 But anything from a quick wrestle to digging your nails into his throat to—if you rile him up enough in the right situation—straight-up stabbing him is on the turn-on list 🤠 You could push him back on the bed a little too confidently, and you’ll activate that fighter instinct... and Logan is actually just pretty playful 🥹 He’s far too strong for you to actually push around very much, but he still likes to have you fight back ;) Don’t worry! Even when he puts you in a headlock between his big ol biceps, he’s still gentle! But fight back!!!!! Even if you know you won’t win!!! Bite his arm, kick him, something!!!!! Maybe having you struggle in his grasp turns him on (prey drive???), but actually having you fight back gets him rock-hard 😩 Training in the Danger Room? The others definitely give you both a hard time at every session now after a spar turned a little more hands-on one time… it was one time 😒 Back in the bedroom, he can enjoy some general rough play as well. Maybe it’s the healing factor, maybe he’s become quite the masochist after a century or two of living, but don’t be afraid to claw down his back and bite as hard as you need into his shoulder! Choke him while he’s collared, or when you’re feeling pretty confident while he’s letting you top for once! Unfortunately, he won’t have anything to show for all your hard work :( but he enjoyed it!

Grinding/dry humping- Logan is a man of action! And an impatient one at that when he’s gotten riled up. It probably took a while to get him into the groove of non-penetrative sex! Besides, sometimes that’s your only option 😅 But Logan is definitely a true believer now 😈 Wake him up by grinding bare on his tummy, or invade his little stress relief hideaway where he’s smoking and/or drinking to hump his thigh 😘 Watch him roll his head back and close his eyes with a sighed grunt of satisfaction. He doesn’t need to watch. Much more into the feeling, your smell, pawing at your thigh/ass… When it comes to full-on dry humping, the man probably swears more and gets more choked up than during penetrative sex 🥴 And for once, he prefers to be bottom while you ground your hips into his. He has to admit, there’s something about the friction of his jeans and the fact you’re both still fully clothed that’s surprisingly way more hot… or perhaps you’re even both still in uniform! Sometimes the adrenaline rush after training just can’t wait 😘

Scenting/smelling- Maybe not necessarily a kink? But it’s definitely something he does on a regular basis, sometimes without either of you really thinking about it! Sometimes he’s just being playful with it! Like sticking his head under your shirt and rubbing his face on your tummy a few times before just resting there with that heavy sigh dogs do when they get comfy in their bed 🥰 If he’s in a good enough mood and tired enough, you might even get a head bump or two to the shoulder while out with the others! It’s definitely not always so innocent and sweet, though… He can pick up smells better than a damn bloodhound, and, combined with that territorial instinct mentioned earlier, there’s definitely going to be some freaky stuff going on behind closed doors 😏 Yes, it’s probably going to be a bit embarrassing every time he sniffs your sex before going down on you. And when sticks his nose in the wet spots he just made you leave on the end 😐 And probably when he sniffs your neck before rubbing his face there. He’s absolutely gotten possessive about you smelling like another man… or maybe he just really doesn’t like waking up in bed to the smell of LeBeau lingering right next to him 😒 Cuddling is one thing, but when he starts trying to subtly rub you down with his face? Well, it’s not very subtle 😐 But he’ll make sure you smell like him again 😌 It settles his territorial side. It’s comforting, in a way! But it also definitely turns him on a little without him meaning for it! Especially when you walk through and he can smell his own arousal on you from the day before ;)

[verysium]

BLUE LOCK REVERSE ICKS 😳

😭 i read this as blue lock icks and was about to drag them all through the dirt with a brutally honest character review. but anyways, reverse icks is still a good idea, so here you go anon:

rin has abandonment issues. now before u come for me, let me explain. ever since sae left him, he's been hesitant to let anyone back into his heart, and that's why you mean so much to him. his hand automatically reaches for yours in the crowd so you don't get separated. when he has nightmares and dreams of you leaving, he wakes up, patting frantically on your side of the bed until he finds your body and relaxes. hugs you as if he'll never let go and buries his face into the crook of your neck and just whispers "thank fucking god." and you can see his chin wobbling as he struggles so hard not to cry, but deep down you know he's a very sensitive soul and you're quite literally his whole world.

sae's entire character is a reverse ick. have you not seen that man? he is beautiful. but i'll give u a little scenario: sae attends a charity gala, and you're invited as his plus one. you're busy getting ready in the bathroom, and he just leans against the doorframe, breath hitching when he sees you all dolled up in your fancy dress. coughs to hide his blush when you turn around and ask him for help. creeps behind you silently, his hot breath grazing your nape as his deft fingers reach for your zipper. his hands are callused and gentle when they clasp the back of your necklace (the one he bought for you), and the cold metal contrasts with the warmth of his hands on your shoulders. his heart is beating so fast that his fingers tremble and struggle with his tie, so you fix it for him but when your gaze travels back up his face, you catch him staring down at you, his eyes filled with an intense emotion. your gesture of kindness reminds him of his mother and how he hasn't gone back home in ages and how blessed he is by the gods to have you in his life.

kaiser does the hair tuck thing where he kisses a strand of your hair and smooths it behind your ear. he tries so hard to be a suave and charming gentleman, but honestly he's just an awkward loser. screams like a girl when you watch horror movies together and hugs you so tightly you think your lungs might burst. but then he gradually quiets down and falls asleep in your arms, and you think maybe he's not so bad. he canonically is not a morning person, so when he wakes up, he has the homeless cut 2.0 with the wild bed head and groggy facial expression. also has a weird habit of walking around the house naked. in any other situation, you would've yelled at him to put some clothes on, but his physique was looking extra good today, and you sort of got distracted. he definitely noticed and not-so-subtly flexed his biceps. always tries to make you laugh even though his pick-up lines are terrible and he can't tell a good joke to save his life.

nagi sometimes wakes up before you and pulls your body closer to him. on most occasions though, it's you who wakes up before him and he drags you back to bed. he hates it when you work late and hovers above you like a phantom, waiting for you to finally finish and go cuddle with him. if it gets to the point where you fall asleep while working, he will tuck you into bed and kiss you goodnight. the next morning, you find all your work finished, albeit in poor handwriting. in all honesty, nagi is a genius, and he tries hard for you and only you. if any other person asked them to finish their work, he would've flat-out rejected them.

isagi is good with children but often at his own expense. unsuccessfully tries to make a baby laugh but ends up getting distracted and slamming face first into a telephone pole. now that made the baby start giggling, and he just smiled through tears with a red bump on his forehead, insisting that he was alright and didn't just knock his two front teeth loose. whenever he babysits your siblings/cousins, he ends up doing all the grueling work like changing diapers, taking out the trash, cleaning up after the gremlins. and yet the children will still favor you and not him. tries to act like he's not heartbroken but boy did that sting a little too much.

barou buys you flowers. has a big stupid blush on his big stupid face and refuses to admit that his heart skips a beat every time you look at him. does that thing where he looks the opposite way to pretend like he's not interested before shoving a bouquet into your hands. he's also very protective. holds your hand when you cross the sidewalk so you don't get run over. holds the door open for you every time. tried to make those origami hearts for you, but his fingers are thick and stubborn, and he stayed up all night in a fit of rage because he's not used to delicate work like this. you ended up getting a lopsided piece of crumpled paper that barou insisted was a heart, and you agreed because why would you hurt his feelings?

chigiri knows how to braid your hair. makes you sit in front of the mirror while his slender fingers carefully brush the soft strands. he can get complex too. dutch braids. french braids. fishtail braids. also does that cheesy couple tradition where he braids a piece of his own hair with yours as a symbol of love. most people don't know this, but he's actually a crackhead. sometimes when you're walking down the street, he'll do impersonations of the various people he sees. the old lady at the laundromat. the two aunties at the flower shop. the fisherman near the boardwalk. he even imitated your dad once, and you nearly lost it. he's too funny guys, but you need a sophisticated sense of humor to understand him.

and that's about it. sorry this was so short anon, but my brain is dessiccated this week.

[youvebeentold]

Thomas Terry (aka gameofswolls) getting cocky. What I would do to have his bicep genetics 😳

[crushmeeren]

Hello friend! I don't know if requests are currently open or not but GOD, I am a huge Halsin th0t and I just read your "Filthy things Halsin would say" with fem reader and I love the way you portray him, I NEED more😳 Maybe general nsfw headcanons, please? Anything you'd be comfortable with, really! Ofc if requests are closed or you no longer write for BG3, feel free to ignore this and regardless, thank you for your time and dedication❣️

hi friend, i appreciate the kind words! they are definitely open right now! i haven’t written for Halsin in forever, so it’s a nice change of pace, and i’m right there with you, he’s a gorgeous man lmao. i wrote this sort of quickly, so it may not be the best quality, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless! (ˆ ̳ , ̫ , ̳ˆ)

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ᝰ NSFW HEADCANNONS [ ༝ ft. halsin ༝ ]

Halsin, who waits until the moon is high in the sky to steal you from your tent. Who leads you deep into a secluded area of the woods, away from the nosiness and prying eyes of your camp mates. Who crowds in on you, backing you up until the scratchy bark of a tree pokes you through your shirt.

Halsin, who towers over you, who tilts your head up with a gentle grip on your chin. Whose hair flows with the soft breeze, tickling your neck when he bends down to press a hot kiss to your mouth. Who hums his approval when you press back eagerly, sticking your tongue into his mouth. Who shoves his big hands up your shirt to palm your tits and roughly squeeze until you’re shivering from the warm touch.

Halsin, who strips you bare and falls to his knees. Who’s so tall he’s still at the perfect angle to suck on your nipples, slick tongue circling them over and over, tugging gingerly with his teeth. Who settles on his heels, encouraging you to hook one leg over his thick shoulder. Who grasps your hands and rests them in his hair, clearly telling you to hang on. Who bites kisses along the soft skin of your inner leg, stopping to nuzzle and inhale at the crease of your thigh before placing the flat of his tongue to your perineum and licking all the way up to your clit.

Halsin, who gets your muscles tensing and shaking, one heel digging into his back, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and tugging as he eats your pussy so well you want to scream. Who holds your ass with one hand and slips two fingers inside you with the other, stroking your g-spot until you’re cumming on his tongue. Who works you through it, retreating once it’s over and telling you in a low rumble that “you taste as divine as nectar, little bear.”

Halsin, who gently declines your offer to repay the favor. Who instead requests that you ride him because his cock aches when he pictures your tits bouncing. Who says “please my heart, allow me to view you in all your glory as you take what you need and ride my cock.” Who lets you free him of his clothing and reclines against the trunk of the tree. Whose handsome features leave you starstruck in the light of the moon.

Halsin, who makes sure you’re stretched enough before guiding you down onto his cock. He couldn’t live with himself if he hurt you. Who grips handfuls of your ass and helps you bounce, thick biceps flexing each time he pushes you upwards. Who braces his feet on the grassy forest floor and meets you thrust for thrust, pushing his cock in as deep as it goes until you get impossibly tight and cry out his name.

Halsin, who showers you with praise and encouragement. Who moans and murmurs “gods, your pussy is as close to heaven as I’ll ever be. I can’t stop myself from spilling inside you, my dove.” Whose warm body cages yours afterwards, hugging you close to his chest as he waxes poetry to you until the lull of sleep drags you under.

[beiasluv]

dilf webber catching feelings for his kids' babysitter because they are attached to you so now you're constantly sleeping over their house and webber is also seeing the vision of this pseudo family he created 🫣

a/n: no cuz you’re on to SOMETHING 😳

“Hey, darling. It’s late, don’t bother.”

It’s the same phrase over and over again…every night.

He stopped you before you could swift out the front door, grabbing your bicep softly. Strong fingers.

Nooks and crannies of his fancy Australian house were filled with your personal belongings. A hair brush there, a toothbrush here, or your panties stuffed in the smaller corner of Jack’s drawer.

And, personally, he really didn’t mind. At all.

He could go all day, letting you roamed his house, eat whatever you want in the fridge, or play the most inappropriate movie on the television. And don’t get me started on Mark insisting you keep his credit card for any emergency purchase. That includes all of your Victoria’s secret purchase, hey, he insisted.

Plus, Jack and Carl love you. (And maybe their dad.)

“Really? I mean– my roommates–”

“I’ll cover your hours,” he smiled, crossing his tanned arms while resting on the frame of the door. “Please? The boys never have slept easier.”

Just when a little pitter patter sounded through the hallway.

“Yn!! Come on!!” Little Webber got your right arm, tugging on it like his life depended on it.

“Okay, fine, fine, let’s get you to bed.” Just that, you gave in and dropped your bag to the marbled floor, holding the little boy’s hand as he dragged you up the stairs.

Staring back you see Mark claiming your bag on his shoulder, smiling before waving you to focus on the stairs – not wanting you to hurt your delicate self.

—

“Hey, Mark,” you whispered softly. The clock blinking a bright red, saying it’s 1:20 am.

Mark was knocked out on the bed, his bare chest peaking over the ruffled blanket. Thinking he must be dreaming to hear you in his bedroom, in your soft, warm voice.

“Mark–” you whispered again, leaning over the bed to tap his bicep softly.

“Huh? Yes? Yn? What happened?” The man woke from his slumber. And God forbid him from leaving the bed to show his bulging pants.

“The heater broke down,” you informed. Suddenly he realized there were two more little lumps snuggled into his sides. “Thought they could get a sleep with you for tonight–” wiggling until they’ve found their perfect spot for warmth.

Just when he spotted you turning to leave, kneeling up from the side of the bed.

“And where you’re going?”

“I’m going to take the guest room–”

“Don’t. Er…I mean, it’s dirty down there, haven’t got the maid to clean it since…she left,” he cleared his throat, explaining it in a just right volume. “Here.”

And he shifted the cover up, presenting you with an empty space in his king sized bed. Enough for even a family of six.

Not that four wouldn’t be cozy.

“I–”

“Come on,” he interrupted. “Aren’t you cold in that short? It’s freezing,” he patted the bed. Before your hazy mind could comprehend what happened, you slid in, wrapping the blanket over your body.

“Night.”

Maybe his visions weren’t just visions any more.

[rottingworship]

The smut prompts 72 and 80 ☝️😈

Withhhhh

Hoodie😳

MWAAH THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!! This is actually longer than most prompts i've ever written ever omg... I got carried away... may write a part 2 involving tim :3

As always, prompts are from here! Divider is from sister-lucifer

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!, fingering, innocent!reader, hint at corruption kink sorta (?), praise, finger sucking, F!Reader

Prompts: "There is no way anyone is that innocent." "What? Does that feel good?"

“There is no way anyone is that innocent.” Brian switches through the channels on the TV.

Tim shrugs, really not caring. “Ya never know.”

“She’s a killer.” Brian huffs. “We are all killers.”

“Not all killers fuck.” Tim rolls his eyes. “If it’s that big of a deal, why don’t you ask her?” Tim has had enough. He gets up and walks to his room. Brian is thinking about it. About how sweetly you interact with them. How oblivious you are to some of their jokes. The look on your face when some of them click.

The door opening brings him out of his thoughts. You walk into your home with a large smile on your face and a small bag of groceries in your hand. You tell Brian ‘hi’ and walk to the kitchen. His eyes don’t leave you.

You turn back around and your eyes meet his. “You alright, love?”

Brain tenses. Love… It’s what you have always called him and Tim both. There never seems to be any ‘love’ behind the word. But Brian wishes for there to be. He’s sure you're just being nice and friendly. You always have been. Somehow, you stay so loving…

“Yeah.” He stands up from the couch and begins to walk towards you. You don’t think anything of it. You put some of the groceries up and begin to walk past him. Brian stops you in your tracks, his hand grabbing your bicep. The way look up at him leaves him reeling. Brian holds you there. Without saying a word.

“You good?” Your brows furrow, but you don’t pull away. Your eyes show no sign of fear of him hurting you, but they do show extreme confusion.

“Is this an act?”

His question causes you to pout. “What? Is what an act?” You really don’t get it.

“You’re so-” Brian sighs. “Nevermind. I gotta go.” He is overwhelmed. It doesn’t take a lot for you to realize that. Brian is quick to leave your home. You try to get that interaction out of your head and finish putting up groceries. As you walk to the bathroom to finish putting things away, you remember Tim’s home. You walk to his room and knock.

“Hey, it’s me.” As soon as he gives you the okay, you open the door. “Is Brian okay?” It’s the first thing you ask. Tim looks at you and groans.

“What’d he do?”

“He asked if I was acting,” It comes out more like a question than anything, “and then, he just- He left.”

Tim snorts, trying to not smile. “He’s fine. Probably relieving some stress right now.”

“What’s he stressed about?” You cock your head at him.

“You.” It’s all he gives you. You are sent into a spiral. Your face contorts with confusion and you gasp. You stumble on your words, stuttering something out, before Tim saves you. “It’s not bad, he thinks about you too much though.”

“Too much!?” You are dumbfounded. “How much is the normal amount?”

“Probably the amount that I think about you.”

You cannot catch a break. You let out a groan and close Tim’s door, leaving him alone. You have no more questions for him. You want to call Brian and ask if he’s alright, but you aren’t sure it’s Brian that will answer. You sigh and go to your room. You already took care of your business (or the operator’s), bought groceries, and put them up. It is time for you to relax. And now you can’t.

You walk to your bathroom and decide to shower. You have had a long day, and maybe the hot water will help relax you. As you shower, all you can think about is Brian; his questions and whatever the fuck Tim meant about him. You cannot lie, Brian is always plaguing your mind. Even more so now. Does he like me? You think as you wash your body. Does he fucking hate my guts? You begin to stress. If he hates me, that would suck, we kinda have to work together for the foreseeable future. You want to explode. You finish up your shower quicker than normal and decide you cannot be in your room. You get dressed and head to the living room. You lay down on your couch and sigh. You flip through the channels and land on some corny horror movie. You keep it there.

Before you know it, you are dozing off. You wake up to the door of your house opening. You sit up and rub your eyes. “Who- Brian?” You make out his frame, and then his hood and mask. “Oh, it’s just you, Hoodie.” You lie back down on the couch and close your eyes. You have not interacted with Hoodie as much as you have Brian, but you still trust him.

“Wake up.”

The way he says it has you sitting up immediately. You look at him with wide eyes and your mouth is slightly agape. “What the fuck?” Your legs swing over the side of the couch and Hoodie sits down beside you. “Is this about earlier? Because I’m still confused.”

“You really are oblivious… You know that?” You cannot figure out his emotions. You can’t tell if he’s smiling or annoyed, and it’s bothering you. “You’ve got Brian wrapped around your finger, and you are completely oblivious.” Hoodie doesn’t move. You scoot down the couch, confused by the suddenness of everything. “I see what he sees in you, though.”

“What?” You sound groggy still. “What does he see?”

Hoodie scoots closer. You freeze, swallowing hard. “You’re an angel.” Hoodie says it as if you should be aware of that already.

“I assure you,” You put a hand up, “I am no angel.” Something clicks. Your face contorts again, changing from confusion to an awareness. Awareness of everything Hoodie is saying. “Is this about not understanding some of the jokes I hear? Because, I’ve never been around guys a lot-” You look away from him, embarrassed. “I was pretty sheltered until I turned eighteen. And, y’know, moved away. I’ve never really had many friends-”

“It’s not an act…” Hoodie sounds so primal suddenly. It causes chills to run down your spine. The hair on your neck is standing on end. You swallow hard and let out an awkward laugh. You can’t look at him. “It’s okay,” He coos.

“I think about you- Uh Brian, a lot…” You twiddle your fingers, biting the inside of your lip, “I don’t know- I can’t begin to tell you-” You can’t see his face, but he looks absolutely animalistic. You blink a couple times, collecting your thoughts. “Can you kiss me?” Your voice is hushed, barely above a whisper.

Hoodie does not hesitate. He lifts up his mask, just enough to reveal his mouth and moves towards you. His hands cup your face and he smiles as soon as his lips meet yours. You relax into his touch. Your mind is going a mile a minute. When his tongue gently runs across your bottom lip, you eagerly open your mouth for him.

Without missing a beat, as Hoodie shoves his tongue in your mouth, he effortlessly moves you onto his lap. You let out a gasp and your arms wrap around his neck. You are positively melting into his touch.

Hoodie pulls away and begins to trail kisses down your throat. Your brain is fuzzy and you can’t think straight. You let a quiet moan and Hoodie smirks against your skin. “Sh,” He hushes you, “don’t need Tim hearing us.”

You nod and try to keep quiet. Before you know it, your position is being switched. You are lying on your back on the couch and Hoodie is above you, he’s watching you. You can’t see his eyes, but you can see his smirk. You let out a whine and your thighs rub together. “Please,” You whine, “I need-” You cannot verbalize what you need.

“Use your words,” He leans down and begins to kiss your neck again, licking and nipping the sensitive skin.

“I need you to touch me!” You are frustrated. “Make me feel good, please!” You are begging at this point.

Brian laughs. His smile widens and laughs. Your face is burning up and you want to hide again. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs into your skin. “I can do that.”

Hoodie is resting on his arm, keeping his weight from being completely on you. His opposite hand begins to trail towards your shirt and straight towards the elastic of your pajama pants. His hand dips down and he begins to rub you through your panties. Your hips eagerly roll into his touch and Hoodie gently bites down on your neck.

“So impatient,” He hums into your ear.

“Please!” You are still trying to keep quiet. “Need you-”

Hoodie doesn’t falter. His fingers pull down your pajama pants and your underwear. He palms you, and you roll into him again. A little more violently this time. Hoodie slides one finger into you at first. His lips are still attached to your throat. Your breathing is becoming heavy and loud. Hoodie’s finger moves slowly, painfully slow at first. You buck into him and let out a soft whimper.

“Hm,” Hoodie hums into your skin. “I’m sure your own fingers aren’t this good, huh?” He is cocky. You shake your head, quickly. You cannot form words. You are left a mess under him. “What? Does that feel good?” He knows the answer to that. You nod. “I’m gonna add another, okay?” He sits up to watch your reaction.

Another finger pushes into you and a white, hot fire is lit in your core. Your eyes screw shut as his fingers slowly pump in and out of you, his thumbs grazing over your clit. You feel like you're in a tunnel. You can hear him commenting about how good you are, but you cannot respond. Your mouth falls agape and you are trying to form a sentence to beg for more.

“Faster,” You mumble, “please, faster!”

“Anything for you,” He coos at you.

He picks up the pace and you are writhing in pleasure underneath him. Every single time his fingers pull from you, your hips follow them. You need him.

“Close-” The word stumbles from your tongue, “so close.” Your toes curl. You are going to burst. Your body tenses and your eyes shut tight. Your nails dig into Hoodie’s back, clawing at the fabric. His pace, steady but quick, does not slow. He keeps going. No signs of stopping anytime soon.

You pull Hoodie to you, letting out a loud whimper. His name falling from your lips like a mantra. You are seeing stars as his thumb rubs your clit a little faster. A louder cry is pulled from you this time. Everything comes undone so fast. Hoodie is in your ear, mumbling to you how good you’ve been, how you deserve this, and kissing the shell of your ear.

Hoodie lowers himself on top of you as you come down from your high. His fingers pull from you and shoves them into his own mouth. He sucks on them. You feel yourself getting even more wet.

The door down the hall opens. “What the fuck?”

You hide yourself immediately. Hoodie laughs. “I told you to be quieter.”

[seospicybin]

TEST DRIVE.

#3

Changbin x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: #1 / #2

Synopsis: Changbin made a perfect plan on how to spend a day with you only for the weather to ruin it. (4,1k words)

Author's note: Just a quick fic of sweet and sexy boyfriend biker!changbin that will make you go 😳🥰☺️💗💘💓❤ or it could be just me.

Changbin has crafted the perfect day for the two of you. He plans to take you on a morning ride, watching the sunrise as he cruises down the highway, followed by breakfast at your favorite diner, and then a scenic ride to a nearby town to explore new places together.

However, the weather has different plans for both of you.

Rain pours steadily outside, and the gray sky casts a gloomy shadow in your bedroom. Yet, it creates the perfect atmosphere for snuggling under the covers.

What starts as lazy morning cuddles quickly turns into something more heated, and before you know it, the duvet is thrown off the bed, and both of you are completely naked.

Even in the dim light, Changbin looks magnificent. Every muscle in his body flexes under your touch, hot and firm against your skin. As he kneels on the bed, holding your legs by the knees, you get the perfect view of him in all his glory.

Slowly, he runs his hands down the inside of your thighs, and you can’t help but part your legs for him, exposing yourself completely. His eyes darken with lust as they drop to your wetness, and he swallows hard, the sight clearly affecting him.

“Horny eyes,” you tease with a sly smile.

Changbin doesn’t even try to hide where his gaze is. His hands stroke up and down your legs as he softly mutters, “You’re gorgeous… beautiful. I still can’t believe you.”

One thing about Changbin is he never says things he doesn’t mean. His voice carries pure admiration, and it sends a flutter through your chest.

You let out a shaky moan as he starts to push into you, slow and steady. The sensation makes your breath catch, and when he thrusts forward, your head nearly bumps into the headboard.

His hand immediately flies to cradle your head. “Are you okay?”

You laugh softly. “Yeah.”

He grins, eyes playful. “I'm sorry.”

“No. Don't be sorry.” You grip his biceps, feeling the power behind them. “Do that again.”

Changbin might seem tough on the outside, but you know how gentle he really is. Beneath that exterior is someone who moves with care, making sure every motion is filled with intensity and purpose. He lifts your hips slightly off the bed, angling just right to send waves of pleasure through you.

All your previous lovers with their below average sex games are distant memories now that you're experiencing the intense pleasure of lying under Changbin. The way he moves, deliberate yet passionate, is unlike anything you’ve experienced before.

“This is what we should be doing at six in the morning,” you murmur with a breathy smile, your hands drifting to your chest to tease your own nipples for extra sensation.

The rain taps softly on the window, but the rhythmic slapping of his hips against you quickly drowns it out. He lifts one of your ankles to rest on his shoulder, leaning in as he thrusts deeper, his gaze locked on your face.

“I think I’m going to die,” you moan dramatically, your body trembling beneath him.

He smirks, that cocky look only making him more attractive. He keeps the pace steady, driving you higher and higher toward your peak.

You reach out to touch him, but your arms are shaking too much, finally falling back above your head as you surrender to the pleasure.

“Don’t stop, please,” you beg, breathless.

“I won’t,” he whispers, lowering himself so his body presses against yours. He kisses your skin, trailing from your breasts to your mouth, kissing you with intensity.

“Do you know what I want right now?” you ask, your voice soft as his lips hover near yours.

He smirks again, eyes twinkling. “Tell me, baby.”

You wind your arms around his neck, pulling him close. “I want your cum all over me.”

His eyes widen slightly, clearly enjoying your request. “Yeah? You want that?”

“Yes,” you murmur, your voice laced with desire.

That’s all he needs to hear. Changbin moves faster now, his thrusts growing more urgent as he chases his own release.

"Ou, yes, please."

“Give it to me.”

“Cum all over me.” you continously moan, watching as he teeters on the edge, his breathing becoming ragged.

With a low groan, he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty for just a moment. He grips his cock, pumping it as his eyes stay locked on you, your body open and ready for him.

The first hot streak of his release splashes across your chest, followed by more across your breasts and stomach. You gasp, a satisfied smile spreading across your face as you take in the sight of him, powerful and spent. You reach for him, pulling him down for a deep, lingering kiss.

In the hazy aftermath, you whisper in his ear, “Do you know what I want now?”

He chuckles softly. “Coffee?”

You laugh, nodding. “Yeah.”

“We’ll get you cleaned up first,” he says, glancing down at the mess he’s made on your skin. “I’ll start the shower.”

He kisses you once more before getting off the bed, his strong back flexing as he walks toward the bathroom. Despite the rain, this morning is perfect, and you smile to yourself, enjoying the best morning sex and the best view you could ever ask for.

-

Even though the rain has stopped, Changbin figures it’s too late to follow through with his original plan, so the two of you decide to go out for lunch instead, making the most of the clear skies while the sun is still shining. He’s already downstairs, warming up the engine of his bike, which has been drenched in rain all morning.

You step outside, slinging your bag across your chest, and immediately catch sight of him. His figure, relaxed but commanding as he checks his bike, makes your heart skip a beat.

"Can you stop looking so hot?" you ask, teasing him with a playful smirk.

Changbin looks up from his bike, puzzled. “What?”

You gesture with your head toward a group of girls hanging out by their car across the parking lot. They’re giggling, clearly eyeing him, and one of them even dares to wave.

“Sorry, ladies, he’s taken,” you call out possessively, shooting them a glare that could cut through steel.

Changbin can't help but chuckle. You look so cute right now, fiercely protective and full of sass. He quickly strides over and presses a kiss to your lips—not just for your sake, but to prove a point. He’s yours, and he’s proud of it.

But apparently, it’s not enough. As he swings a leg over his bike, the girls call out, "Call me!" with exaggerated confidence.

You roll your eyes, but Changbin just shakes his head, revving the engine as the two of you ride off. He’s used to the attention, but it means nothing when you’re the one by his side.

Since you only had a light breakfast, you decide to go all out for lunch. The two of you order plenty of food, and Changbin already knows he’ll probably end up finishing most of your meal for you. But it doesn’t bother him at all—he loves watching you enjoy yourself, and your joyful smile makes him happier than anything else.

“Is it good?” he asks, his voice soft as he watches you take another big bite.

You nod excitedly, cheeks full of food. “Mm-mmh.”

He reaches across the table, gently pinching your cheek. “Eat well, baby.”

After lunch, you both hop back on the bike and take a short ride to the pier, the same place where he took you on your first date. The two of you grab ice cream and sit by the water, watching the waves lazily lap against the shore, even though dark clouds occasionally pass by, blocking the sun.

Out of nowhere, you ask, “Do you think we’d still be together if I hadn’t said hi and told you you’re cute?”

The question catches him off guard. He hadn’t really thought about it, but now that you mention it, the thought of a life without you makes his chest tighten. If he hadn’t responded to you at the traffic lights, his life would be completely different. He might still be single, riding around aimlessly, not knowing the kind of happiness you’ve brought into his life.

Changbin playfully grins. “I’d find you and tell you you’re cute.”

You burst out laughing, and he can’t help but smile with you. He doesn’t even want to think about the other possibilities—what could’ve been if you hadn’t crossed paths. Just the thought alone makes his heart ache.

Looking up at the darkening sky, Changbin notices the shift in the weather. “I think it’s going to rain again,” he comments as he climbs back onto the bike.

Instead of hopping on behind him like you usually do, you circle around and straddle him from the front, holding onto his shoulders and facing him. The sudden move catches him off guard, and he nearly struggles to keep the bike balanced for a moment.

After parking the bike more securely, he wraps his hands around your waist, steadying you. “Is this how we’re going to ride now?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You flash him a sly grin, your arms looping around his broad shoulders. “Uh-huh, yes.”

Changbin chuckles, pulling you closer, his hands instinctively gripping the back of your thighs, lifting you higher. “I like it, but it might be a bit… distracting.”

“Distracting how?” you ask innocently, placing soft kisses along his jaw and then on his lips, teasing him further.

He smiles against your lips, his hands continuously rubbing the sides of your thighs, but he can’t help himself—his fingers squeeze your ass gently, sending a shiver down your spine. “Utterly distracting,” he murmurs.

Without you, his days wouldn’t be nearly as colorful. You’ve brought so much joy and warmth into his life, and he’s grateful for every moment with you. He cups your jaw tenderly and leans in, kissing you deeply. It starts soft and romantic, but quickly turns more heated, more intense. You both know you’re making a scene for anyone nearby, but neither of you seems to care.

When he finally pulls away, it’s with great reluctance. He presses one last kiss to your lips, lingering there for a moment longer before whispering, “We’d better head home before the rain hits.”

You smile, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. “Okay,” you agree, your voice soft and full of affection.

As you finally climb off and settle onto the back of the bike, the sky above rumbles quietly. Changbin revs the engine once more, and the two of you take off, racing against the rain, hearts full and content.

-

It’s never a dull moment with you.

As Changbin rides through the city streets, you can’t help but let your hands wander, feeling the solid contours of his body. When the lights turn red, he offers his hand to you, letting you hold it until it’s time to ride again.

Every so often, you give in to your playful thoughts and squeeze his chest muscles. He chuckles and gently brings your hands back around his waist, only for you to catch him off guard and do it again. His soft groan in response only encourages you further.

When Changbin finally pulls into the parking lot of your apartment building, he turns off the engine, but you don’t move. You cling to his back, refusing to get off the bike.

“Let’s go,” he coaxes gently, rubbing your arm with his gloved hand.

“No,” you mutter, your helmet still on, your voice slightly muffled.

“Okay, then we’re going to stay here all night,” he sighs, leaning back against you as if to settle in. His tone is playful, but you can feel the warmth of his body and the comfort in just being close.

After a moment, he taps the visor of your helmet. “You,” he says softly, “off the bike.”

You shake your head, firmly planted against his back.

With a sigh of mock defeat, Changbin gets off the bike. He then grabs you by the waist and effortlessly lifts you off, setting you on the ground.

“Let’s get inside before it rains,” he says, taking your hand as the first drops start to fall.

He’s right, of course. By the time you both reach the lobby, the rain is coming down in earnest. You pause to collect your mail and packages, and without asking, Changbin picks up a few of them to carry.

“What are these?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“Just a few things I bought online,” you reply casually, pressing the button for your floor in the elevator.

“You bought a lot,” he comments, sounding almost surprised, but quickly adds, “Not that it’s bad, just... a lot.”

“Because... I have money to spend,” you say with a proud smile.

Once inside your apartment, Changbin sets everything down on the table and heads to the kitchen for a glass of water. When he returns to the living room, he watches you rip open the first package. The contents look unfamiliar to him—small, sleek items.

“What are those?” he asks, genuinely intrigued.

“Lip liners,” you explain, heading to your vanity to try one out. When you come back, your lips are painted in a soft, pale pink.

You sit on his lap, leaning close and pursing your lips at him. “What do you think?”

Changbin gazes at you, taking in the subtle change. “It looks good on you,” he says honestly, his hand finding its way to your waist.

Your smile widens as you lean in, your lips still puckered for a kiss. He obliges, giving you a soft, closed-mouth kiss, his hand gently cupping your jaw.

When you pull back, he grins. “How does it look on me now?”

You laugh, noticing the faint transfer of your lipstick onto his lips. “Even better,” you tease, giving him another quick peck.

You continue to open more packages—makeup, skincare products, hair accessories—until you reach the final box. As soon as you crack it open, a fragrant smell fills the room.

“Oh! We should try one of these tonight,” you gasp, holding up a bath bomb.

Changbin looks at it, unfamiliar. “What’s that?”

“Bath bombs!” you say, excitement evident in your voice as you hand him the box.

Without waiting for him to respond, you’re already heading toward the bathroom. “You pick which one we use, and I’ll get the bath ready.”

The bath bomb turns the water a soft pink, filling the bathroom with a sweet, citrusy scent. You slip into the tub first, and Changbin follows, carefully lowering himself in to avoid splashing too much water. He leans back against your chest, and your arms automatically wrap around his waist. You kiss the back of his neck, then rest your hand across his broad chest.

“I love that you’re big,” you murmur as you gently scoop water and let it drip over his chest.

“And why is that?” he asks, his hand rubbing your thigh under the water.

“Because there’s a lot of you I can hold,” you reply softly, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

This moment feels different to Changbin. He’s had relationships before, but none like this. It's obvious that he admires you and he doesn't shy away from showing that to you but what makes you different from the others is that you reciprocate the same to him. With you, he feels just as admired, cared for, and fully himself. It’s a kind of intimacy he’s never experienced, and it’s both comforting and exhilarating.

“My big boy,” you sigh happily, turning his head so you can kiss him. He relaxes into your embrace, feeling completely at ease as you hold him, the warmth of the water and your closeness enveloping him.

After a moment of quiet, you speak up. “Baby, I want you to answer some questions.”

“Okay,” he replies, his voice soft and relaxed.

“I’m going to say a statement, and you’re going to rate it. One to ten,” you explain.

“Alright,” he agrees, curious but ready to play along.

“For example, when I say ‘She’s a 10 but she smokes,’ you rate it based on your personal preference. Got it?”

“Easy. Two,” he answers without hesitation.

You smile, appreciating how quick he is to play along. “Okay, first one: She’s a 10 but she’s a fangirl of a book character.”

Changbin thinks for a second. “Still a 10. No problem with that.”

You nod approvingly. “She’s a 10 but she spends a lot of money on makeup.”

His eyebrow quirks up, but his answer is confident. “Still a 10.”

“Why?” you challenge, already knowing why.

“She spends her money on things that make her happy,” he says simply, “and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

You grin. “She’s a 10 but she can be moody.”

“Everyone gets moody sometimes,” he replies, growing more confident. “Still a 10.”

“She’s a 10 but she’s a picky eater.”

Changbin groans because he's actually don't like picky eaters and you're one of them. However, he tolerates you because he likes you, he only needs to encourage you to try some food you don't like.

“Dinner might be a struggle but... 10.”

You tilt your head to look at him with narrowed eyes, "You don’t sound so sure."

"Okay, maybe... 9?" He honestly shares with a wince.

You don't respond to his corrected answer and continue with the next question. “She’s a 10 but she’s obsessed with you and wants to touch you all the time.”

This makes Changbin smile wide. He knows exactly who you’re talking about because you're doing it to him right now.

“Eleven,” he says without hesitation. “You can touch me all you want.”

You chuckle at that. “Who says I’m talking about me?”

“Oh, sure, yeah, they're not about you,” he teases, pulling you in for another kiss.

-

As the night deepens, the soft patter of rain turns into a roaring thunderstorm. The sound is a rhythmic lull, a backdrop to the warm comfort of the bed you and Changbin share. Neither of you bother with clothes, opting to snuggle close under the thick covers, seeking the shared heat of each other’s skin.

You lay on top of him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he rests on his back. His head is turned to the side, offering you the perfect view of his exposed neck. You take full advantage, peppering his skin with delicate kisses, starting from his collarbone and working your way up.

"You smell amazing," you whisper between kisses, inhaling the sweet, familiar scent of him.

Changbin’s eyes flutter shut as he lets out a soft sigh, his hand gripping your waist while you lightly nibble on the shell of his ear. He groans, the sound deep in his chest, as you touch one of his sensitive spots. His body responds to your every touch, and you can’t help but giggle, feeling a rush of affection for him.

"I want to snort you," you tease, your lips brushing against his ear before making a slow, deliberate trail down his front.

In the darkness of the room, you feel his muscles tense under your kisses. You burrow further under the duvet, making your way down his torso. Your lips finally meet his hardening member, and you feel his breath hitch in response.

"Oh, baby..." he sighs, his voice raspy and full of need.

He can’t see you beneath the covers, but that only heightens his other senses. The soft press of your lips, the heat of your breath—it all becomes magnified. You kiss and lick along his length, your tongue tracing every vein and curve, driving him to the edge of his control.

His hips lift off the mattress as your mouth finally wraps around him, inch by inch, until you take him fully. His breath is ragged now, every sigh and groan evidence of the pleasure coursing through him.

"Baby..." he moans, his hand finding the back of your head, encouraging you as you move with purpose.

You work him with your hand and mouth in sync, savoring the way his body responds to your touch. The muffled sound of the rain outside, combined with the wet, sloppy sounds of your movements, fills the room.

When you slow your pace, pulling away, you replace your mouth with your hand, keeping the stimulation steady. You re-emerge from under the duvet, the soft glow from the storm outside casting shadows across your naked form.

Changbin’s eyes darken with lust as you smile down at him, your hair tousled and lips swollen.

"There’s my beautiful girl," he whispers, his hand resting on your waist as you straddle him.

"Did you like that?" you ask coyly, though his whimpers have already given you the answer.

His hands slide up your sides, brushing past your ribs as he looks up at you. "Come here," he rasps, his voice low, "let me kiss that sweet mouth of yours."

You lean in, letting your face hover just above his. He cups your cheek with one hand, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips.

"This mouth," he murmurs, "it knows how to make me feel so good."

He pulls you down into a kiss, hard and deep, his lips moving against yours with raw hunger. His arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his body, leaving no space between you.

"Baby," you breathe, pulling away slightly, your lips still brushing against his. "I'm not done yet."

His brow arches, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "Oh?" he asks, his voice laced with curiosity.

You sit up again, your hand resting on his chest as the other slips between your bodies, your fingers finding his cock. Slowly, you rub him along your slick folds, coating him with your essence, teasing him with every movement.

Changbin groans, his hands gripping your thighs as you position him at your entrance. You slowly sink down, taking him inch by inch, allowing your body to adjust to his size.

"Always taking me so well," he mutters, his voice thick with desire as his hands tighten around your waist.

You gasp, your body trembling as you roll your hips, the sensation of him filling you making you moan softly. The two of you find a rhythm, your movements slow and deliberate, savoring every moment.

"How are you so good, hmm?" Changbin grunts, his hands roaming your body, squeezing your thighs, your waist, your breasts. "How do you always feel so good?"

You clench around him on purpose, earning another low groan from him. His hands find your rear, guiding your movements as you begin to pick up the pace, bouncing on him now.

The sound of your skin slapping together mixes with the rain outside, creating a symphony of pleasure.

"Keep going, baby," he encourages, his voice strained with need. "Keep going."

Your nails dig into his chest as you ride him faster, your head tilting back as the pleasure builds. You’re close, and so is he. He grabs your neck, forcing you to look at him, his eyes locked on yours.

"You're going to make me cum, right baby?" he growls.

"Yeah," you whisper, breathless, a smile tugging at your lips.

"That’s right, baby. That’s my girl," he murmurs, pulling you down for a heated kiss, your lips meeting in a frenzy of passion.

Your bodies move in perfect sync, working together to chase that final release. Changbin bucks his hips up into you, matching your rhythm, his grip on you tightening as he feels you begin to tremble above him.

"So close," he groans. "Come on, baby, cum with me."

Your body responds, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cry out, your walls tightening around him. Changbin lets himself go, his hips thrusting up into you as he cums, his release spilling inside you. You collapse onto his chest, both of you breathless, your bodies covered in a sheen of sweat.

Changbin’s arms wrap around you, his fingers tenderly brushing the hair from your face. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

"Absolute 10," he whispers, his voice filled with affection.

You look up at him, a tired but happy smile on your face. "Huh?"

"I don’t care if she’s a fangirl, a picky eater, or impulsively spends her money on makeup," Changbin says, his smile growing as he gazes at you. "She’s an absolute 10."

You lean in, kissing him softly, pouring all your love and adoration into that single kiss. He kisses you back just as tenderly, letting you know how much he adores you in return.

Despite the day’s plans being derailed, Changbin knows it’s perfect. He’s spent it with his perfect 10—you.

-

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CAN YOU PLEASEEEEE DO VIKTOR RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS OH MY GOD HE HAS BEEN PLAGUING MY MIND SINCE S2 DROPPED

LOVE YOUUU‼️💕

love you too mamas (?) man-mas?)

1. Viktor’s Thoughtful Gifts (That You’ll Lowkey Die Over): Okay, imagine Viktor giving you a gift like… a customized mechanical arm? Or some high-tech gadget you didn’t even know you needed but suddenly it’s like your life was incomplete without it? He’s super practical and doesn’t know how to romance like a normal person, so you get techy gifts that make you go, “Okay, I’m not sure if this is sweet or the beginning of a cyborg takeover, but I love it.” Like, imagine getting an arm that could… do math for you? That’s Viktor. 💀

2. Staring at You, the Master of Awkward Silence: Viktor’s like that type of boyfriend who just stares at you sometimes, and you’re like, “Why is he looking at me like I’m the last slice of pizza?” He’s not a man of many words, but when he looks at you with that soft expression? You know he’s thinking deep, philosophical stuff. Also, probably about how he can improve your life with some experimental tech. No biggie.

3. Lowkey Protective, Highkey Overthinking: You know Viktor would never get all macho and flex his biceps (he’s not that guy), but he’ll be that super protective person in the background, lurking in the shadows like “I will end you if you hurt them, but don’t worry, I’ll just silently fix the situation with my science.” You can’t even tell if he’s the type to fight for you, but he’d definitely be the one who’d solve all your problems with some crazy invention or engineering wizardry. Meanwhile, you’re just like, “Viktor, chill, I just wanted ice cream.” 🙄

4. Subtle Flirting (In A Really Awkward Way): Viktor flirts like, “Hey, if I were to engineer the perfect date, it’d probably involve circuits and maybe a little biochemistry.” And you’re like, “Dude, is that a pickup line or a TED Talk?” You love it though, because there’s something so endearing about his socially awkward way of expressing affection. Like, he’s literally falling for you while simultaneously figuring out how to make an energy-efficient love potion. 🧪💖

5. Love Without the Drama: Viktor is a low-key boyfriend, and not in a “let’s just chill and pretend we’re not together” way. He’s just not into big romantic gestures or wild drama. He’d rather have a quiet night working in his lab together, but every so often he’ll grab your hand in his (awkwardly, but sweetly) while you both super casually discuss your favorite theoretical physics concepts. You’re like, “This is literally the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me, I can’t handle this.” 😳

6. The “Are You Okay?” Overthinker: Viktor’s probably the type to randomly text you, “Hey, how’s your day? Is everything fine?” and you’re like, “Yeah, I’m good, Viktor, chill.” But then he goes into full-on overdrive mode and starts analyzing the exact text you sent, trying to figure out if you meant something by it. And you’re like, “Viktor, it’s literally 2 AM. Relax.” You have to assure him you didn’t just casually text something cryptic like “it’s fine” and now he thinks you’re in mortal danger.

7. Incredibly Supportive but Doesn’t Show It Like a Normal Human: He’s the boyfriend who’ll be your biggest cheerleader but won’t say it out loud. You’ll be all nervous about an exam or some big project, and Viktor? He’ll show up with a bunch of mechanical doodads and a carefully thought-out “This will help you get through this,” but no words. He’s like, “You’ve got this,” but it’s through his deeply nerdy and complex inventions. Also, you’re pretty sure he just hacked your Wi-Fi so you could study in peace. You appreciate it, but like… he’s too much.