#i wanna smoosh up against and breathe him in

[tricoufamily]

obscure associations tag 2

tagged by @itsmariejanel <33 thank youuu maria did 2 in 1 so i'm also doing 2 in 1 these are the rules beckett green connor purple YIPPEEEEEE

ANIMAL: DOG / a snake or a cat but like. lucifer from cinderella you know

COLORS: green / purple 🤭

MONTH: july / january

SONGS: rocky mountain high by john denver, piano man by billy joel, mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys by willie nelson and waylon jennings / mama by my chemical romance, you're gonna go far, kid by the offspring, ptolemaea by ethel cain

NUMBER: 12 / 4

PLANTS: dead grass with a prominent desire path going through it / venus fly trap

SMELLS: the winn-dixie from your childhood, cigarettes (he doesn't even smoke), old furniture / conditioner packet from box hair dye, jolly ranchers, jeans

GEMSTONE: agate / jet

TIME OF DAY: sunrise / 3 am

SEASON: summer / winter

PLACES: backroads, appalachia, abandoned house in the woods / gotham in the batman 2022, closed museum at night, cemetery

FOOD: southern biscuits and gravy / fish

DRINKS: MOUNTAIN DEW / black coffee

ELEMENT: air / fire

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: i don't think i've ever given blood sports characters birthdays. please don't make figure out the timeline in minute detail oh god there's so many of them

SEASONINGS: fuck ton of black pepper / garlic and he loves the smell mmm num num num fuck garlic smell haters

SKY: blue and cloudless / pitch black

WEATHER: punishingly hot / bad thunderstorm

MAGICAL POWER: speed / necromancy and he's using it for evil purposes he's bringing random people from the dead to do his bidding

WEAPONS: rifle / his black clip point knives

SOCIAL MEDIA: none #amish / myspace

MAKEUP PRODUCT: he'd despise the texture of all of it / black eyeliner

CANDY: grandma candies from purse / warheads

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: hours and hours in his truck with his music playing he loves it / plane

ART STYLE: regular show / arkham knight

FEAR: what comes after death / uhh nothing at all (😐)

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: church grim / siren

PIECE OF STATIONARY: chewed on pencil / scissors

THREE EMOJIS: 🚜🦨🥤 / 💀🥀🔪

CELESTIAL BODY: jupiter / black hole

[atrirose]

𝒥 : PLACES THEY LOVE TO KISS — enha

はい bf!enha x f!r . . . 🍵 warning. kissing duh ! + FLUFF ★ seiu msg: wanna get back on to writing stuff soon in the mean time enjoy this! rbs/feedbacks are appreciated

— HEESEUNG LEE

heeseung loves kissing your neck because he knows it gets you hot and bothered, he loves the sudden shocked squeak you let out when he random kisses your neck, he came behind you, gracing his cold lips on your neck “AH what’s wrong with you seung” you turned towards him, your hand on the place he kissed “my lips are cold, i ate ice cream” he said pulling you back “so?”

“so i gotta warm them up” he said as he bit ur neck lightly, kissing it, his breath leaving tingling feels down your spine, something about neck kisses just makes you feel light headed “i know you love it princess” he whispered, his hands roaming around your body as he blabbers like a loser.

— JAY PARK

jay loves kissing your lips, though it very common but for him it is special, he love the feeling of his lips against yours, especially after you put on lipgloss or lipstick “jayyyy i just put it on, look it’s all smeared and on your lips too” you said frustrated as you try to fix your lipstick, “it’s a nice colour i like it on you” he said snaking his hands again around your waist as he turns you around “doesn’t give you an excuse to ruin it, and we have to go or else we will be late to the party” you said resisting his touch as he leaned over again.

“doesn’t matter” he said as his lips moved against yours, his hands around you waist, him teasing your lips by lightly nipping on it, your hands in his hair tousling it.

“we got stuck in the traffic sorry” he said to his friend as you shot him glares, did i forget to tell you that he loves kissing you when you are mad at him? works like a charm, all the anger goes poof.

— JAKE SIM

jake loves to nom on your cheeks , he says it’s like bread. he loves to peck your cheeks at any given moment, or just have his face smooshed by yours, if he could he could live under your skin. jake likes to bite your cheeks while pecking them despite being warned a hundred times to not, but how can you resist his puppy eyes.

sometimes he get this kissing aggression towards you where he just keep on kissing and giggling as you try to escape him “jake too much” you say as he kissed you all over your face, “not enough” he said as he continues smooching your cheeks, biting them “nom, you taste like strawberries” jake hugs you as he calms down, cuddling you.

— SUNGHOON PARK

he loves collarbone kisses, loves to randomly feather kisses around your collarbone while cuddling, exact reason that despite being so tall he like you be a small spoon most of the times, likes to be a princess “hoon it tickles” you said as he pressed kisses, he loves when you wear off shoulder as he gives him easy excess but if not then he just pulls the piece of clothing you are wearing to expose your collarbone, now that has gotten him in trouble when he accidentally rip your clothing’s neckline but that obviously never stopped him.

“i will get you more mmm” he said as he kept kissing you, he loves to inhale the soft and mild scent of your perfume.

— SUNOO KIM

loves to kiss your forehead, to appreciate even the smallest of things you do for him, while that’s very sweet of him and you love it with all your heart, there are times when he likes to annoy you by kissing you after applying your lip tint so now you have kiss mark on your forehead, or kissing it and then telling how small you are.

towers over you sometimes so you look up at him and he can kiss your forehead.

“i got nice scores this time” you told sunoo as he smiles and kisses you forehead “im proud of you love”

— JUNGWON YANG

he likes to kiss your nose, just a little boop to make you laugh, you talking about your day? oh he is so in love, boop, you are cooking? he is drawn in by your beauty, boop, you are just laying around? you look so cute, he can’t believe you are his, boop.

“why do you like kissing my nose so much” he looks at you as he smiles, eyes closing like a cat as he kisses your nose “because you are cute” it’s a way he expresses his love, it’s his way of saying he treasures you and a simple expression of his limitless love for you

— RIKI NISHIMURA

he loves to bury his face in your neck after a long day and kiss your shoulders, just like sunghoon he loves when you wear off shoulder dress or else he just pulls on them, but lucky for him you wear his oversized hoodies all the time so it’s easy to gain excess, sometimes it’s hard to express who he feels, or how much he loves you so he just kisses your shoulder and hope you understand his attempt to say ‘i love you’s’.

“what’s wrong baby” you asked as you played with hair as he buried his face in the crook of your neck “just tired” he said nuzzling “aww poor baby” you said as you kissed his head “you better not tell how act with you” he warned you still kissing your shoulders.

“like a baby? AHH-” your giggles turned into sudden shock as he bites you “oh that left a mark” you smacked him with a pillow as he laughed and dodged it “not tired anymore huh?” you said pouting moving away from him just to get pulled back to his lap “i am” he pecked you “meanie” he snicked at your pouty lips before kissing it.

[emmyrosee]

C-can we have baby megumi call reader mom for the first time 🥺👉👈

YOU TRYNA KILL ME 🥺

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The movie is just about over when you meet your gaze with toji, who’s half asleep on the couch next to you. He smiles exhaustedly before flicking his eyes down to megumi, who’s fast asleep in your lap. Bedtime was hours ago, but ever the stubborn one, Megumi insisted on watching the movie with you both, changing the subject from horror to family friendly.

He was sound asleep not fifteen minutes in. Your thighs are tingling with numbness, but you would never dare waking the small boy.

“I’ll clean up toys, you wanna do bedtime?” He asks. You hum happily and scoop the small boy in your arms, smiling as he stretches before nuzzling closer. “Kid’s getting big.”

“Never too big to be tucked in,” you mewl, shifting Megumi slightly. He smacks his tiny lips together.

“Maybe he’s too big for ya-“

“No, he’s not, he’s perfect, back off,” you hiss quickly, making Toji snicker and shake his head. You carry him down the hall to his bedroom, plopping down on the small bed and cradling him close. His cheek is warm against your hand, and you press a tiny kiss to his forehead adoringly.

“Your dad’s crazy,” you whisper to the small boy, brushing his hair out of his face. “But I guess we’ll keep him, yeah?”

“Mmhm,” megumi huffs, knuckling his eye. You smile roll your thumb over the swell of his cheeks.

“Go back to sleep, ‘gumi,” you coo, shifting the blanket to slot him under. He quickly burrows under the warmth, nuzzling into his pillow. His cheeks are reddening with sleep, and just as you make a move to leave, he paws for your hand.

“Mumma…”

The room is still, save for Megumi’s rhythmic breathing. His tiny fingers grip onto your ring finger, holding tightly. His little lips are smooshed against the pillow as he sleeps, but you however, couldn’t breathe, too overcome with emotions over just what megumi said.

Mumma. He called you his mumma, he trusted you enough, loves you enough to give you that title, and your bottom lip wobbles as your thumb strokes over his tiny fingers. Tears roll down your cheeks and splatter onto the sheets below you, darkening the fabric underneath. Your free hand comes up to cover your mouth, worrying about waking him with your sobs.

Your body trembles with emotion, exhilaration and excitement coursing through you, and you try your best to keep it all composed.

“M-Mumma’s he-re, baby,” you choke, squeezing his hand gently.

You’re not sure how long you’re sitting there, watching him sleep, but it’s long enough where toji comes to seek you out.

“Jeez,” he grumbles, voice low to keep his son from waking up. “How long does it take-“ he softens at the sight of your tears. “The hell happened?”

“He called me mumma,” you explain, sniffling and shaking your head. “He’s just… never done that.” At your explanation, toji chuckles and stalks into the bedroom, big hand resting on your back and rubbing soothing circles to ground you.

He hums, “what can I say? The booger likes you.”You look up at him with a smile, and he uses his free hand to wipe a tear from your eye. “And I got no complaints about your company either.”

You gently ease your hand out of Megumi’s grip, moving his stuffed dog from one side of his bed and into his arms, which he subconsciously grabs and nuzzles into.

“I like him, too,” you whisper. You look back up at toji, and immediately, raise your arms. “And I’ll like you too if you carry me to bed.”

He groans softly, “the kid is right here-“

“If you really love me you’ll do it,” you tease. Toji rolls his eyes and hunches over to get you onto his back, shushing you as you giggle and climb on.

“You tryna wake the brat up?” He grunts, carrying you out and closing the door behind him.

“He’s not a brat.”

“You’re a brat.”

You kiss his temple wetly, “so what?”

“I’ll give you so what,” he grumbles, stalking through the halls.

[willows-peak]

*･ﾟ✧ JJK Character's Fav Positions

tags: multi character x reader, gn! reader, fluff, acute descriptions of cuddling, sfw and nsfw below the cut, the students aren't included in the nsfw portion dw

word count: expected 2.2k

a/n: im struggling with a geto wip so have this for tonight :3c i wonder if u can tell whos my fav to write

⋆｡˚ ♡ spooning: reserved for the clingiest of people, those who wanna feel your warmth no matter what, snuggled tight holding your back to their chest under a blanket and falling asleep to the slow breaths you make in your slumber

nobara: she's a girl with a very busy life, socially and academically, so when she finally gets to come home and relax into you, her back being embraced by you and held snugly to your chest as she sighs in content, she's as happy as can be. especially after a nice warm shower to wash the day's work away, curling up in bed in her jammies and taking a well deserved nap is all she needs. she gets very irritable if (god forbid) she cant be with you for a while

yuuta: he's a very sweet boy, even when sleeping. if u two end up cuddling, you'll somehow always end up being spooned, no matter how you two fell asleep. yuuta claims he has no idea how this happens, but youre starting to doubt him when you fell asleep at the foot of the bed and woke up with a snoring yuuta behind you. though, you dont have it in you to push him away, considering the way he grumbles and reaches out for you until youre back in his arms

getou: while he wasn't the one to initiate being the little spoon, that seems to be the role you gave him when you first started sleeping in the same bed. even while he was relaxed, his back muscles seemed to entrance you enough to want to stare at them while he slept. he wasn't surprised or offended at your reasoning of course, quite the opposite. you were fueling his already huge ego so how could he deny you? now, he'll rest with the feeling of your deft fingers combing through his hair, while your other hand was running across the bumps and crevices of his back.

⋆｡˚ ♡ hugging: for the cuddling enjoyer who also wants to smoosh your face with their chest. legs tangled together, the comforting scent of your shampoo in their nose and their hand gently cupping the back of your head

gojo: speaking of the clingiest man alive. he treats you like a stuffie half the time while you two sleep, hugging you tight to his chest and having your face buried in the crook of his neck while he snoozes away. much like yuuji, the pressure of you against his body helps relax him, but unfortunately for you, that means this 6'3 man squeezing you as tight as possible and stacking on blankets on top of your combined bodies. let's hope you two live somewhere cold

inumaki: he always slept in fetal position before you two started dating, so this was just naturally how you two began cuddling. inumaki either slept at 8 pm sharp or he'd still be awake when you got up in the morning, so who was cuddling who was never consistent. sometimes, inumaki slept with his arm thrown across your hip and his face squished against your side, and others he'd hook his arm around the small of your back and hold you while you slept

⋆｡˚ ♡ head on lap: sometimes you don't wanna go all out with cuddling your partner, and for those occasions look no further than the thigh pillow ™ for when you or your partner are too tired to move from the couch to the bed

maki: few words are ever spoken when you two do this. you could be catching up on your schoolwork, or talking with maki, or watching the tv, but often times you'll simply stop and roll over to lay on her lap, neither of you questioning or even batting an eye to it anymore. even when you first did it, there was only a moment of confusion in maki's face before she shrugged and continued talking to you

choso: when you asked him how he liked to cuddle one day, he shrugged his shoulders and answered with "whatever makes you happy." and while he meant it, you couldnt deny the pattern you noticed when you were lounging in bed, or sitting down, where choso would inevitably end up cozied between your thighs, his head resting on your tummy with his hand around your back. pro tip, he makes happy hums if you put your hand on his head

⋆｡˚ ♡ head on chest: who needs blankets when you have a whole other person? the classic and well loved position that lets them hold u as close as they can, arm snagging around your waist and holding you tight as you drift into dream land

megumi: you may have thought this meant youre laying on his chest. nope. it took a while for him to open up with what he wanted with you, physically, but it very quickly turned into routine how he'd wordlessly crawl into your arms and flop down against your chest, grumbling incoherently when you asked him what was the matter. you'd sigh and resume whatever you were doing, combing through his messy hair until the soft sound of snores filled the room minutes later.

nanami: this man does not play around about two things, children and his sleep. he's very particular with how he rests, as in you *will* be with him while he sleeps, and you *will* be placed on his chest, held tight as he snored away. youre his wonderful break from monotony, a shining ray of sunshine in his cold and unwelcoming world, so forgive him for being clingy while he rests. though, this does come with the downside of him becoming restless if you're ever away. dont worry! he has a pillow with your scent sprayed onto it for this very occasion, just in case

toji: he wasnt huge on cuddling at first, both not used to it and finding it inconvenient to deal with if he needed to do anything at night. he didnt sleep well before you, and even if that hasnt changed, you snuggling up to him like a huge teddy bear at least gave him something to focus on in those sleepless fits he often has. on the rare occasion he sleeps before you awaken, youre extra careful to press a kiss to his chest as he silently rested underneath you

⋆｡˚ ♡ in their lap: cuddling doesn't always have to mean sleeping, of course. sometimes its just a really really long hug with your partner. for times like this, curling up in someone's lap while you laze your time away sounds like a paradise

yuuji: at first, scooting you into his lap was just an easy way to keep you close while he had nothing else to do, arm secured around your waist while you either scrolled through your phone or talked to him about your day, the mundane things he loved about you. but, as he soon found, you on his lap added the extra bonus of pressure! a sturdy weight and warmth on his body, allowing him to relax and melt into you in those moments of silence shared between you two.

sukuna: lets just say you're lucky he's touchy at all with you. he'll tolerate surprise hugs or pecks on his shoulder, but the only physical touch he seems to ever enjoy is when you're slotted in his lap, free to touch and poke at whenever he pleases. you'd whine if he pinched your cheek, squawk if he pressed his nails into the meat of your thighs, glare at him if he groped your ass. all those lovely reactions are a fair trade for you scooting yourself into his lap and using his chest as a pillow, he deems

NSFW UNDER CUT!!! MDNI

⋆｡˚ ♡ cowgirl: save a horse, ride a cowboy seeing you take control is unbearably sexy. pivoting your hips up and down on their dick while your hands grip at their shoulders, or having their hands grab at your ass while you slowly grind down against them. either way theyre yours for the taking

ino: a loveable, yet irritating trait of your boyfriend, is that he struggled to fuck you again after a round. you couldnt blame him, with how fast and hard he pounded into you and how he'd always make sure to hit your sweet spots until you were spasming and cumming around his cock. but when you werent satisfied just yet, he spared no time lifting you up into his lap, eagerly offering his cock for you to use as you pleased. and really, how could you pass up an offer like that?

getou: why should he have to do the work when you look this good riding him? his eyes never leave yours while you're bouncing in his lap, the slap of your skin against his backing up your huffs and whines of pleasure, looking at him so pitifully when he backs his hips down out of you. "you want more? come on honey, work for it. thaaat's right, move your hips just like that f' me" he'd egg you on so sweetly, smiling at your pout while you spread your legs and angled your hips to take him deeper inside

⋆｡˚ ♡ doggy style: nasty mfs who live for seeing your ass jiggle with every thrust or slap they give you. the way your tiny waist arches down and your chest is pressed flat against the sheets while they're pounding away at you is unbeatable to them

yuki: behind every woman with a big ass is an even bigger strap, and yuki is the prime example of that. she loves to fuck you in front of a mirror in this position too, cooing at you for being so good at taking her dick while fucking you with aimed precision, making you look at yourself while shes thrusting deep inside you. its enough to make you melt into the sheets and wail at the onslaught of pleasure going through your body, but dont worry, she still has so much more to give you

⋆｡˚ ♡ against the wall: can you say desperate? they love this position so much, sloppy makeouts that lead to pinning you against the nearest surface because they feel like they'll die if their lips leave yours for even a second

gojo: call him a showoff, because its true. in this position, he can show you just how small you are compared to him, size and strength wise. bouncing you up and down on his cock until your pretty head doesnt work anymore, seeing your eyes oggle his flexed arms and the space where he was fucking up into you. this paired with fucking you inside his office? his dick has never been harder. the thought of someone hearing how good youre getting fucked, coupled with your horrible attempt at muffling your cries and moans makes him so fucking turned on

shoko: shes a true switch, which means its a toss up for whos gonna be on the wall in this position. it all depends on her mood, and who shes had to deal with today. if it was a slow day at work, she'll happily make out with you and grind her knee into your crotch against the door of your apartment for as long as she pleases. though, if her day was more hectic, shes not so subtly grinding herself onto your lap and pressing her fingers into your mouth, sighing woefully about how stressed she is until she expectedly pulls out her fingers, waiting for you to offer yourself to help her

⋆｡˚ ♡ 69: they love the competitive-ness of this position. being able to grab your hips and shove them down onto their flat tongue, getting harder when they can feel how much you're struggling to focus from their mouth. but when you grind down into their mouth while bobbing your head on their cock? hooh

toji: hes so mean when he has you like this.. ruthlessly bucking his hips up into your tight and wet throat, sloppily licking and sucking at you and twitching at the feeling of you gagging when he hits the back of your throat. you can barely move your head, your brain getting fucked out by toji's tongue and lips expertly taking you apart piece by piece. you never lasted long when he had you like this either, much to his delight. eagerly lapping up your cum while you moaned and hopelessly squirmed in his grip felt better than any orgasm hes ever gotten, though your throat comes at a very close second

nanami: nanami can at times forget this position is for the both of you, with how into it he can get. hes good about it at first, groaning into you from the way your tongue licks and swirls around his thick cock. but the more he tastes you, the more ravenous he gets with his sucks against you, licking up any stray wetness that threatens to fall down your thighs as the pace of your sucking slows and breaks. you can try to lift your hips away from his tongue, but good luck with that. the grip he keeps on your thighs is near impossible to break, even if your an orgasm or two deep into the session

⋆｡˚ ♡ mating press: whispers of them others name falling right into their lips as their hips rock into you, thighs pressed tightly against your chests and your legs shaking on top of their shoulders. the closeness of this position never fails to rile them up, allowing them to see every little face you make, and hear all those noises they fuck out of you

sukuna: youre helpless underneath him, and thats the way he likes it. you can barely move around when his large, muscular frame is pinning you plush against the sheets of your bed, arms forced to clumsily hold onto his shoulders as he fucks you so deep, so harshly that you choke on your own breath from the power behind his thrusts. "sssuku-na, please, too mm-! is' toomuch, oh" your pleads fall on deaf ears, his thrusts never faltering nor easing up with their intensity.

choso: he honestly thinks he'll die if he isnt pressed up against you while hes fucking you. it all feels so intimate when hes got you with your legs bound to your torso from his chest, his thighs holding your body steady while hes all up in your guts. he feels so wonderfully deep inside you like this, hardly able to get out a full sentence from the way you squeeze and milk his long cock, crashing his lips into yours as tears start to well up in his eyes from how good it all feels

[puppykento]

daddy doesn't share - stepdad!toji x fem!reader [drabble]

a/n: i literally think about... stepdad toji once a day

cw: 18+ content, stepcest, daddy kink, possessive toji, p in v, hair pulling, creampie, cheating(he's married to reader's mom), implied murder threat(not reader)

Toji wasn't meant to be home for another few hours - with your mom out with friends, you thought you'd easily be able to sneak your boyfriend into your room and have some fun with him. You'd clearly been having too much fun, 'cause you don't even hear the footsteps leading up to your room or your door opening.

"Ay, you hungr-" The words get caught as soon as he takes in the sight in front of him. His stepdaughter on her bed with a boys hand halfway up her skirt. His grip on the door handle tightens enough that the wood it's attached to creaks in protest. You pull away from your boyfriend, but not quick enough.

"The fuck is this?" He hisses, his gaze flicking from you to your boyfriend. Toji's gaze is harsh and unyielding, and you're not surprised to see the way the guy shrinks back in fear at the look your stepdad gives him. "You got about three seconds to leave, kid, unless ya wanna end up on a missin' poster."

You're even less surprised to see the way he scurries off immediately. Toji doesn't even wait until he hears the front door shut before he's on you, pinning you down to the bed. He grips your wrist in one of his strong hands, the other gripping your face. He pushes down on your cheeks, causing them to squish together and make your lips pucker up.

"This how ya gonna act now, hmm? Knew you were a brat, but didn't take you to be a fuckin' slut." He growls, the corner of his lip curling as he looks down at you. You do your best to shake your head, but his hard with his grip on your face.

"No, dad, I'm not. Didn't mean to upset you." You tell him, voice muffled by how's he's got your lips all smooshed. Toji isn't stupid - he knows by 'didn't meant to upset him', you mean you didn't mean to be caught.

"You didn't? 'Cause daddy is real fuckin' mad at ya, babe. So you're gonna have to make it up to him, y'hear?" He doesn't wait for any sort of response from you, but he uses his grip on your face to force you to nod, a huge grin spreading across his face at the sight.

"Atta girl," he murmurs, letting go of your face and giving you two light smacks to the cheek. "Now, you're gonna let me do what that boy was gonna do to ya, yeah? I don't wanna hear no bitchin' or whinin'. If you can spread your legs for him, you can spread 'em for daddy."

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"Fuck, baby. Cunt's even better than your mama's." He groans as he bottoms out in your tight walls in one thrust, his hips smacking against the fat of your ass. He's got one hand gripping onto your hair, his other hand gripping one of your hips to pull you back to meet his thrusts.

His cock is a bully, the girth of it splitting you open as he bumps into your cervix everytime he fucks into you. Every shift of his hips feels like it's punching the air out of you, his fist forcing your face against the pillow.

"Takin' me so well, princess. Knew you were a slut. Your mama cries like a fuckin' bitch if I try 'n fuck her right." He grunts out, pounding you against the mattress. Your pussy clenching around him, trying to suck him in everytime he pulls back.

"She don't even want me to leave... your cunt's just beggin' me to stuff 'er full." His words make you whine, your cunt clamping down on him as you feel the coil in your stomach snap, your pussy gushing slick all over him. His nails dig into your skin at the sight, a loud groan spilling past his lips. His thrusts grow sloppy as he chases his own release. His hips rut his cock into your sloppy hole until he shoots his load deep inside of you, his hips stuttering as he rides out his orgasm.

He lets out a shaky breath, his hand slowly loosening in your hair. He pulls away from you, his eyes flicking down to watch his cum leaking from you before he gathers it back up onto his fingers and pushes it back inside.

"Keep daddy right there, baby. Gonna fill you up a few more times before mama gets home." He coos, using his other hand to give your ass a little smack. He pulls his hands away, watching your fucked out face with satisfaction.

"Oh, and darlin'? Next boy you bring home is gonna end up buried in the yard. Daddy doesn't like sharin'."

[murdrdocs]

girlll i’ve been listening to cowboy carter and imagine like cowboy!luke who wants to get into your levii jeans (pun intended, one of my faves on the album) in the barn or underneath a tree after going horse riding whilst the sun was setting. idk if this makes sense but anyways levii jeans is so like coded

inspiration from @enviedear 's farmhand billy mentions of moonshine/liquor; southern!luke & southern!reader; outdoor fucking; fingering; luke is taller than r; MDNI 18+ w/ LUKE CASTELLAN

“don’t you have something better to do?”

luke is leaning against the entrance to your grandfathers stables, one ankle crossed over the other and his arms folded over his chest. there’s still a light sheen of sweat over his forehead, and his biceps have a pump from the work he’d been put through today.

you shrug, pretending to be casual when you tell him, “no. not really.”

luke raises his eyebrows. "no friends to hangout with? what is it you city girls get up to? shop and club?"

he clearly senses that you have something better to do other than stand outside across from him and let the mosquitos take tiny bites out of your exposed skin, but you’re almost desperate to be close to him (despite his attitude) so you make up an excuse.

“it's tuesday, i finished my book, granddad 's watching jeopardy for the next hour, and the service out here is frustratingly bad.”

luke takes a step closer to you, not removing his arms over his chest even though you want him to in order to create more room. he stares down at you over the straight slope of his nose and squints his eyes.

“it sounds an awful lot like you just wanna be with me.”

while it’s true, you do want to be with him, he has no room to talk. not when luke wants you more than you want him.

as soon as you’ve let your facade slip, he has his hands on your hips, roughly pulling you against him until the flys of both of your denim jeans are bumping together. your noses replicate the movement, the tips knocking together until luke smooshes his into the apple of your cheek while his hands cup your face. his boots give him an extra inch or two. consequently, his shoulders are hunched over as his frame curls into yours, as if he's trying his best to engulf you.

you use your hands to get busy. at least, you attempt to. your fingers are over his belt buckle and you're starting to feed the leather through the metal whenever luke stops you. he pulls away from your lips with a deep breath, his eyes a little wilder than they were before you started as he shakes his head at you.

he doesn't say anything. nor does he need to. just the one movement is enough to get you to take your hands off his belt, and let him do what he pleases.

which is just as you expected. once, when luke was a little drunk off of your grandfather's moonshine and you were close behind him, he confessed to really liking your levi's jeans.

"the pair," he told you when you asked for clarification. "the ones that look like they've been fuckin painted on or something."

and it was just evil enough for you to wear them around the land anytime you knew luke would be over, just waiting for him to snap. you'll admit that he was able to hold his own for a while, but every man only had so much patience. and luke was, truly and honestly, nothing but a man.

a man you foolishly wanted, but a man nonetheless.

that being said, he knows how to please you like a man. a good man, at that.

the wood of a bench kept just outside of the stables digs into your bottom, and the wood of the building scratches against the crown of your head. there might be a new mosquito bite or two on the outside of your thighs, and a fly has been buzzing around you ever since luke had instructed you to sit here, but both are nothing but tiny nuisances whenever you have luke like this. sitting next to you with his fingers between your thighs. they had found their home as soon as he has your jeans slipped down until your boots prevented the fabric from going any further. he has his lips on one side of your neck, the other held by his free hand. his fingers are sprawled around the area of the side of your jugular, his thumb rubbing against your jaw when it isn't being used to maneuver your head to twist and turn according to his will.

inside of you, two long fingers pump and pump, pulling arousal out of you only to slip it right back in. soon enough, his calloused deft digits will be pulling an orgasm out of you. you vocally warn him of such while wrapping a hand around his veiny forearm.

"go ahead and let go." he says it like it's the easiest solution in the world. which, it is. but you don't want to cum if it isn't on his cock.

you don't have much time. jeopardy only lasts for so long and your grandfather can only be distracted for a certain amount of time before he comes to see what's taking his young new worker so long to finish tasks he knows luke can do in his sleep. reasonably, there isn't time for you to cum on luke's cock.

but you still beg, void of any embarrassment as you just want this one thing.

luke, ever the voice of reason, continues to shake his head.

"there's no time. just let go for me. i'll make it up to you later, sweetheart. promise."

and when he says it like that, with the thick drawl that you only knew previously to come out when he was drunk or tired, spoken next to your ear, you don't see how you could even consider denying him.

[vecnuthy]

Steddie first kiss scenario

Accident: mistaken identity due to Steve being absolutely hammered | wc 893 |

Two hours into a Harrington house party, Eddie was getting near the end of his inventory and his social battery. The cup of punch-colored alcohol he'd been nursing had kept him nice and fuzzy for a while, but with the end in sight, he dumped the rest down the kitchen sink, tossed the cup in the trash, then turned, opting to walk out the back yard rather than navigate through the packed house.

But his progress was stopped in an empty hall by the man of the house himself, Steve Harrington.

A very drunk Steve Harrington, at that, considering the extra droop of his pretty eyes, lazy smile, overly loose movements, and the way he crashed into Eddie, pinning him against a small table, slurring loudly, "Nance! There'y'are."

He looked and smelled absolutely sloshed as he swayed further into Eddie's space.

"Steve, wha-"

"Been loogin for y' everywhere."

Before Eddie could even do anything, Steve's hands were buried in his curls and pulling him in until their lips met and - wow, that was definitely Steve Harrington's rum-soaked tongue in his mouth, making his stomach swoop, the heat from Steve's flushed face igniting a fire that tore across Eddie's skin, burning faster with every movement of Steve's lips. Lips that were soft, unlike the fingers curling, pulling Eddie's roots enough to make Eddie's hips press into Steve's, make him want to moa-

"You taste different. Like smoke and.....and peaches, hv'you been smoking?!" He frowned and shook his head. "S'not good for you."

He paused in thought as Eddie's heart hammered in his chest, mouth and scalp tingling from Steve's onslaught. His brain refused to make sense of anything happening. Were he not half propped up by the table against the wall and Steve's hold, Eddie would probably be on the floor.

"Wanna smoke now, achlly," Steve said as he put enough space between them to pat at his pockets before realizing with a laugh, "Oh wai', you've got 'em!"

He started patting at the pockets of a very shell-shocked Eddie as he continued to ramble, "And peashes. Where'd you ge' peashes? Y'llergic to the fuzz. You 'idn't eat that, d'you?"

Steve patted a little too far over the front of his jeans, making Eddie, honestly on the verge of blacking out, yelp. Steve giggled out, "Ticklish," then added, "You're taller," before pouting, "Ugh, your pockets 'r so full. When d'you put jeans on?" Steve let out a frustrated whine before huffing, "God, I can't find'em, just - "

Steve paused then smiled like he remembered the secret of life, and muttered, "You've got the smoke."

And just like that, Eddie's face was smooshed between Steve's hands, breath barely ghosting over Eddie's lips before he breathed Eddie in, eyes closed, probably imagining nicotine flooding his system.

Eddie would make a run for it if he were able to move, but he couldn't will his body to do anything but buzz from shock yet sing for Steve's touch.

Steve opened his eyes, and he took a long, glazed-over look at Eddie's face, settling on his lips.

"You kind of look different. Your lips....they're bigger." His eyes closed slowly then grew comically large. "D'you eat the fuzz, Nance?!" Steve panicked, then looked Eddie in the eyes again, and took a shuddering breath. "Your eyes, though, they....th' look, look kinda brown like -" Steve's face softened "- like his."

"Steve?"

To Eddie's immense horror, a very confused Barbara Holland had appeared behind Steve.

"Barrrb! Hey, guess what? Nance's been smoking!" he giggled.

"What?" Barb's eyes flicked back and forth between a very panicked, frozen Eddie.

"She tastes like smoke! Nancy Wheeler, smoking!" He cackled gleefully, but made it known that he was proud of her by turning back to Eddie and slurring, "You're so cool, 's like it's Halloween. Dressed up like Munson? Y' look so cool, baby." And he swooped in and kissed Eddie one more time.

"Okay, Steve!" Barb shrieked and pulled him away. "Let's get you some water!" She shot Eddie a wide-eyed questioning look and steered a stumbling Steve toward the kitchen.

"He's so wasted, he thought I was Nancy!" Eddie rushed out quietly, which made Barb snort.

Eddie's face burned, numb to everything except where Steve had touched him. Which was kind of everywhere, actually, so he felt on fire. "And it happened before I could even- I didn't know what to d-"

"Eddie!" She cut off his rambling, then sighed. "Don't worry, you're fine. You're fine. Understand?" She was waiting for a response.

Eddie, head still swimming, nodded cautiously.

"Good," she said, letting some of her tension melt away, which Eddie tried to copy. "Doubt he'll remember any of it, anyway. I know I don't want to."

Eddie winced at that.

"No, it's not you, it's just-" she huffed then shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Drive safe, Eddie."

And just like that, she was gone.

Eddie followed suit with Steve's voice echoing in his head, an overlapping manic cacophony of

"Your lips....they're bigger."

"Your eyes, though, they....th' look, look kinda brown like...like his."

"Dressed up like Munson? Y' look so cool, baby."

Two kisses because Steve thought Eddie was his girl.

And her best friend had seen the second.

Actual fucking kisses because Steve thought he was his.

Thought Eddie was his.

Said he tasted like smoke and peaches.

Eddie drove home in a daze.

[garoujo]

ARENT YOU A GOOD BOY? — BLUE LOCK

feat : nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, mikage reo, bachira meguru + itoshi rin

♱ warnings — how they react when you call them a “good boy”, f!reader, all characters written 22+ / note. i wrote a lil nagi thought about this yesterday n wanted 2 elaborate on the idea a lil more ! also another lil layout change < 3

・✶ ｡ﾟNAGI SEISHIRO

it had become sort of routine for nagi to flop down onto the couch beside you after practice, fatigue heavy in his limbs as he props himself up against your side — messy hair still wet from his shower as he smears a few drowsy kisses along your skin.

“did you have a good practice, sei?” you hum as you let your hand trace up to scratch at his scalp, pulling a pleased whine from the striker as he curls over you — smooshing his cheek against you with a huff. “yeah, was fine.”

“you didn’t slack off?” you continue with a particularly hard press of your fingertips and nagi’s eyes almost roll back at how much he fucking loves when you do that, feeling him lean into the touch like he’s an overgrown cat looking for more pets. “nah, played good f’ you, angel.”

“my good boy.” the pitch your voice takes is fucking sinful as your mouth curls around the praise, and you feel your boyfriend stiffen before he’s fidgeting once more. he’s easing himself lower on the couch to lean more of his weight on you, stuffing his face into the crook of your neck so you can’t see the way his cheeks are suddenly tinting pink.

“pretty thing—no fair.“ nagi sighs against your skin as his hands move to squeeze at your waist, almost dragging you closer as you giggle against him.

“hm? do you like when i call you that?” you ask again, knowingly considering the way you can feel the heavy weight of nagi’s cock grinding against your thigh — urging you to trail your fingers down his abdomen so you can feel it twitch under the touch.

“eh, ‘m just sleepy.. quit moving, you’re warm.” he sighs, trembling with his next exhale and you know you’ve got him when you feel his breath stutter against your neck, pressing yourself closer as your fingertips squeeze at the outline of his heavy, clothed cock. “yeah? are you sure, sei? good boys don’t lie.”

“you’re.. fuck, you’re such a pain.” nagi breathes as he chases the friction your palm gives him, his hips twitching at the rough stroke you reward him with as he shudders and grinds into the touch — fingertips flexing to squeeze at your skin as presses you underneath him.

���fuck, don’t stop. feels so good.” it’s quick the way he curls himself over you to press your back into the cushions beneath you both — pushing his larger body between your thighs before he’s kissing you breathless. he’s already fuelled by his desire for your touch, grinding his clothed cock into you as his hands fumble with the waistband of your pants, lost in his eagerness to have all of you. “hm? say it again then, angel. wanna be good for you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI SAE

you’d been watching one of sae’s games you’d recorded while he was overseas, busying yourself in the kitchen as he helped you clean up from dinner. you can still hear the quiet chatter from the speaker, announcing another goal from your boyfriend before you offer him a pretty grin over your shoulder when he looks over at you.

“another goal? good boy.” something dark is barely visible in his gaze when the words fall from your lips, but they only draw him closer until he’s almost got you pressed against the kitchen counter — leaning in close until his lips are grazing along your cheek, then the shell of your ear.

“hm? you think so, sweetheart?” sae drawls, carefully neutral despite the sudden heavy atmosphere in the room that makes you suddenly feel too hot, his breath fanning along your heightened nerves before he speaks again — lower this time. “how will you reward me then?”

you feel like your heart stutters as you attempt to press yourself closer, reaching out to grab a fistful of his shirt in your desperate little attempts to draw him into you. but just as quickly as his body is pressing against yours, he’s drawing back to let his sharp gaze cut through you as he clicks his tongue.

“do you really think you would get me wound up so easily?” sae breathes as he lets his fingertips press underneath your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze before he’s raising his brow at the already needy expression you’re wearing.

but you know as mean as others may think he is, he just couldn’t harbour the same distaste when it came to you. so you can see the small dusting of pink that paints his cheekbones despite his neutral expression, and you feel heat burn in your abdomen when his free hand guides one of yours to the half-hard cock straining against his pants. “you’ll have to work for that, sweetheart. now how about you be a good girl.”

・✶ ｡ﾟMIKAGE REO

you better than anyone knew that reo had such a big thing for praise, he loved hearing it roll from your lips at any opportunity he could — but it was something you happily bathed him in, afterall he was such a doting boyfriend you thought he deserved it.

he’d been off practice today while you were out running a few errands, and you were happy to return home to your apartment to notice that he’d been cleaning — probably ended up a little bored and decided to pre-occupy himself to take the load of you a little.

“reo? did you clean up in here?” you grin as your boyfriend comes through to meet you in the doorway, handsome smirk in place like he’d been waiting for you all day. his arms are quick to wrap around your hips and pull you into him, just enough for him to press his lips against yours before he’s pulling away with a teasing nibble and a laugh.

“hah—ofcourse, are you impressed?” reo grins as he lets his eyes look over you, sending you a look that’s cheeky but addictive as he tilts his head at you. “mhm, you’re such a good boy.”

it’s shameless the way he lets a small whimper drip from between his lips as his gaze darkens, hooded with lust before he leans in closer to smear his lips along your jawline. “oh? i like the sound of that, bunny.” he chuckles as he lets his hands smooth along your skin, squeezing at your waist and hips as he bites down on his lower lip.

“reo..” you begin as he palms at your body, feeling yourself grow increasingly more needy before he suddenly lowers himself down onto his knees — taking a slow handful of your ass as he does before he’s letting his hands trace round to grip your thighs. “heh—i’ll show you a good boy.” 

・✶ ｡ﾟBACHIRA MEGURU

it was common for you and bachira to get lost in eachother, especially after practice when he’s went without your touch all day — immediately letting you climb onto his lap so he can finally melt into you.

it’s needy, a little messy the way he kisses you — grabbing at your hips to grind you down on his lap, whimpering and giggling as he licks into your mouth with a fever that makes you feel breathless.

“no, don’t pull ‘way, baby. cmoooon~” bachira’s already starry-eyed and half gone when the kiss breaks wet and you look at him, cupping his face in your hands to squeeze at his cheeks as he immediately leans into the touch.

“you’re such a good boy, bachi.” you grin and it’s almost immediate the smirk that tugs at his features, swollen lips curling at the edges before he’s biting down on his lower lip and letting his hips twitch up into yours.

he leans in a little closer, letting his lips trace along your jawline before he’s mouthing at the skin — humming in a way that tells you he likes it, like he’s wordlessly asking you to say it again like you can’t already feel the way his cock is fucking throbbing beneath you.

“mhm, i’ll be a real good boy, baby.” bachira sings, almost panting when he hugs you closer to crash his lips against you once more — needy hands grabbing at your body like he’s trying to rip the clothes right off of you.

you feel dizzy with the way he’s licking into your mouth, panting hard between whimpers as he sucks on your tongue between needy grinds of his clothed cock against your pussy. “take good care of me, mkay?”

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI RIN

you think it’s charming the way rin’s waiting for you in the kitchen after practice, like he’s pretending he doesn’t know you’re going to make dinner — one of his favourite, more intimate times that he gets to give you his undivided attention.

“how was practice? were you a good boy?” you call as you make your way to your usual spot by his side, and the way his eyes cast you a dark glance is quick before he’s clearing his throat and pushing himself off the counter to face you.

“what’re you trying to do?” rin asks, earnestly as his brows drop slightly, a cute frown decorating his features despite the way his eyes still drag over your figure affectionately. but you see the way goosebumps prick his skin when you reach out to touch him, emphasising the ability your words alone have on the striker.

“what do you mean?” you feign innocently and you hear the way he clicks his tongue before he looks away from you, desperately trying to bite down the flush that’s threatening to dust his features. “you.. you know what i mean.”

you let the silence linger as you take a step closer, fingertips grazing higher until they’re pressing against the smooth muscle of rin’s chest, and if you were to look between the already close proximity of your bodies you’d be able to see the way his cock fucking throbs against his shorts.

but it’s quick, barely contained the way you feel his fingers wrap gently around your wrist before he’s tugging you closer, leaning in as his sharp eyes cut into you. he’s just close enough for his lips to barely brush yours so you can hear the carnal drop in his tone despite the way he’s biting back the effect you have on him, the rise and fall of his chest giving away the way he’s almost panting with want. “are you here just to tease me?”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[sadesluvr]

Hi!

Idk if ur doing requests and if not just ignore this however if u r I have an idea for Lillard! William Afton.

Choking perhaps? It's fine if ur uncomfortable with that and u don't wanna do it I'd completely understand.

If u don't want to just ignore this.

Hope u have a great day!

A/N: Hi Anon, thank you for being so respectful of my boundaries regarding what I write!! <3 Even though I’ve never written about it before, I’m fine with it - This is my first time so I’m not sure how good it is :) 

WARNING: This is a drabble all about choking. Bondage/BDSM elements are mentioned also. 18+ only, and read at your own discretion.

To say that William Afton had an asphyxiation kink was an understatement. He’d always prided himself on his hands; they’d created, destroyed…Even put back together again. Each unique callous told a story, a story of how he’d risen to ‘power’ and slowly, but surely drowned in his own narcissism, quite literally making himself untouchable. Like any man, he liked power, and his hands were just one way of maintaining that.

The second method was through his cables. You didn’t really know what they were - likely ones that helped jumpstart the electricity in the pizzeria, or to start the engine of his car - but he just so happened to carry them ‘everywhere’. When he was feeling particularly frisky he used them to tie you down; whether that was to the medical table at the pizzeria, or to the headboard at his house, but there had been a couple of times where he’d inadvertently secured it around your neck; the heavy material weighing on your windpipe as he fucked you. Even though that’d turned him on, nothing ever beat his hands.

Sometimes you forgot how strong he was.

It had all just started with a simple kiss - You were hunched over your desk and he’d come in, large hands running across your shoulders before he angled your neck up towards him, lips meeting yours. His grip was not yet crushing, but secure, just enough for you to remember who you belonged to.

Breathless, you parted your lips to allow his tongue to explore your mouth. He loomed over you, weight slowly coming down upon your body as his knees buckled and grip tightened on the base of your neck, pinching the skin between his thumb and index finger, humming at your tiny whimpers.

He was in one of ‘those’ moods.

Momentarily, he pulled away. There was a dark gleam in his usually bright eyes that told you everything, brows furrowed slightly in a sneer. He needn’t say much - if anything - and you instinctively pulled down your pants, your heart pounding in your chest as the clothes jumbled around your thighs and ankles in your panicked haste. He smirked, unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his zipper at the sight of you being so obedient; all for him. He’d trained you so well.

In a swift motion you were up against the wall, your heaving chest pressed against his own, feeling the stark contrast between his hard cock on your thighs and the soft skin of his stomach. William - or Steve, as you’d initially known him - was a weird mixture of ‘soft’ and ‘hard’, his emotions and personality seemingly changing on a dime. As regretfully as it was, you happened to enjoy his harder, rougher parts and edges much more.

As he used one hand to line himself up at his entrance, he used the other to cup your cheek, absorbing your features in the dim lighting of the room. He chuckled at your laboured breaths as he dragged his hand down your skin, thumb brushing over your lips as he felt your hot breath on his fingertips, breath that would soon become uncontrolled and desperate - loud and wanting. He wanted to fucking destroy you.

“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that? Do you know how dangerous that is for a guy like me?”

Your eyes widened, and you managed to whisper a breathy ‘Yes’, your mouth dry from the anticipation. He thrust into you, and the stretching, yet fulfilling sensation was cancelled out by the feeling of his hands gripping your cheeks, smooshing your lips together. Slowly, this grip moved down your jaw, holding it in place as he watched your eyes switch between widening and fluttering half shut like the desperate whore you were. He snarled as he moved down to your neck, practically holding you in place against the wall as his hips collided against your own. The way he looked at you was one almost of disgust; perhaps pity, even, and it only aroused the two of you further. William was a bad man. A very bad man. He could kill you.

Then why did you moan?

His grasp on your neck was unrelenting, the large spread of his hands meaning that he was simultaneously pressing on your larynx and trachea, causing a painfully delightful winding sensation. It felt like you were being dropped from the stratosphere, except the happiness from the feeling of flight was instead from the overstimulation of the room around you - from the sound of William’s rugged grunts to the fluid, pulsing motions of his cock inside your hole, seemingly finding the deepest crevices. 

“Good girl,” he whispered. “You’re getting so much better at this…”

You smiled as he choked you, clutching onto his hand that was around your neck as your way of showing appreciation. You felt your hyoid bone press flat against his palm, and your head began to loll against the wall, chin pointed in the air in pleasure. The squeezing sensation was now beginning to take over your torso; a tingling feeling spreading from across your cheeks, to your ears and up to your eyes, tears of ecstasy pooling in your ducts. The feeling even reached your stomach; jostling and tumbling with the signal of your impending orgasm.

“Let go…” William cooed in your ear, lips attacking the nape of your neck as he rutted into you. This was the moment he always loved, the time you were in a state of limbo from the present and your dreams, black and —

White.

You saw white.

William chuckled as you came around his cock, merciful enough to let his clutch on your neck go, allowing you to catch your breath as he continued to pleasure you - but more to finish himself off - revelling in the sight of your parted, wanting lips. With all the inventions that mankind, and even he himself could have developed, his hand was his favourite instrument.

You rode off from your high, and even through your sexed haze and heavy eyelids you could make out the man in front of you. Breathless, sweaty, and most importantly, smiling. 

He was smiling.

William loved the feeling of power, and you were one of the few people who could give it to him so perfectly.

[cosmal]

hozier — send me an au + character and i’ll write you a blurb. i.e rockstar!remus, rugby!james, stoner!peter

you can’t just mention rugby!james and not expect my mind to melt. i immediately just thought of this old tiktok and it just feels like him in the mornings when he has to go to some super early practice or something, like before the sun is even up, and i am just so soft for it🥺

5am training sessions

summary james wants you to get up early for rugby training.

content james potter x fem!reader

note this is very short but so james potter omgggg thank u !!

James throws his bag over his shoulders and finds that he can't get himself to look away from where you're half asleep in his bed. Since he's gotten up to get ready, you've stretched your arm out where he'd been next to you, your hand searching.

He watches the bedding slowly shift as you breathe, where your face is smooshed softly into the edge of his pillow.

He hates 5am training sessions.

He's feeling selfish this morning. You look so fucking peaceful but James has never been one to have an ounce of resolve. Not when it comes to you.

He lets himself lean down into the mattress, not really careful where he puts his knees, and curves an arm over your middle and into the quilt. He's so close your shirt rides up and he tries not to feel as lovesick as he does.

He leans down and nudges you with his nose. You hum a noise that sounds like a protest but you're smiling despite it. "Do you wanna come to training, baby?"

"Mm-mm," you mumble, scratching your head against your pillow until your hair messes.

"Please?" His pout is easy to be heard.

"It's 5 in th'mornin', Jamie," you mumble. James takes it as a treasure to hear you speak so early. You sound sweeter than he could have ever imagined.

"We can go to Top Pot," he says, and because he can't help it, he speaks into your cheeks, warm lips pressed to your soft skin.

"It's too cold," you yawn and push your face closer to his pillow to find more warmth. He almost feels bad.

"You don't want a danish?"

"James..." you croak.

"Matcha latte?" It's starting to feel like coercion if he's honest. If he's really, really honest, he doesn't care. He imagines you wrapped up in a coat and scarf, maybe a pair of mittens, latching onto your coffee, on the sideline at training. He's a hopeful man.

"S'too early." Your words stick together with fatigue he doesn't see disappearing.

He kisses your cheek once more, twice. Your warm smile grows much to his delight. "M'gonna miss you." He kisses you again.

He thinks you're not really listening. He decides to let you be. If you did actually agree to get up with him, he'd eventually end up feeling horrible. It is too early.

He stands and looks at you. The bump of your hip, the crease in the fat of your shoulder where you've got it pushed up beside your head. He decides to lean in and kiss you again.

Your shoulder, your collarbone, your neck then your cheek. He can hear your breathing shallowing out. It catches when he kisses the skin below your ear. If he was feeling mean, he'd do it again.

"Do you want me to bring back brekky?" he asks, heading to the door despite his better judgement.

"Yes, please, Jamie."

You're lovely even when you're half asleep.

[lovelyhan]

Vernon edging you until you're a crying mess and begging him to let you cum...? 👀

01:22 — VERNON

i'm...supposed to be studying for another exam but 🥹

you and vernon have a rather...interesting relationship dynamic.

when he first introduced you to the rest of his friends, they all immediately assumed that you're the one who called the shots. everyone knows that vernon is laid back by default—always going along with the flow that others have set around him without any complaints.

it's obvious that the same applies even when the two of you started dating. he's more than happy to let you take the lead in navigating your way through life as a couple and most people find it adorable, how he always accommodates you one way or another. that's just the kind of guy he is.

seungkwan jokingly called him an under when he witnessed firsthand just how easily your boyfriend bends to your whims.

but no matter how much of a pushover others think vernon can be, you're convinced they only think that way because they've never seen him in the confines of your shared bedroom.

"pretty," vernon chuckles softly, one hand grasping your chin while his free hand dabs away the salty tears streaked across your cheeks "you can take more, can't you? this is nothing."

nothing, he says—despite the fact that your thighs are already trembling from the third orgasm he blatantly denied you. part of you wants to talk back, but you hold your tongue, preening at the sweet smile still resting on your boyfriend's face as he sinks further down the mattress to hook your thighs across his shoulders.

vernon isn't a hard dom by a long shot, but that's what makes it all the more frustrating. when he teases you like this—edging you to the brink of insanity—you can't even resent him because of how lovingly he looks at you every time he denies you release. as if the cruelty of his actions is grace of the highest form.

"please," you cry out hoarsely when he gets his tongue on you again—sucking, slurping, making a mess out of your already ruined cunt. "vernon, n-need to come..."

your boyfriend chuckles with every sniffle and sob that ransacks your body each time his tongue swipes across your puffy clit. your fingers are tangled in his hair, holding his head in place as his tongue laves at your folds. he even makes a show of groaning into your pussy—the vibrations driving your nerves alight with glee.

"i think i've loosened you up pretty good. don't you think so?" he murmurs the words along the supple flesh of your inner thighs, trailing featherlight kisses with each breath. "think you're ready for my cock?"

you whimper, blindly reaching for his arms to tug him up. he only relents because you just look so adorable when you're on the brink of the tears.

"nonnie," you mewl, fingers laced around the nape of his neck as you desperately press your mouth against your boyfriend's—rocking your sloppy, spit-laden cunt across his clothed crotch. "w-want you to split me open. please, please, i've been so good for you. just wanna come— wanna come so fucking bad on your cock."

another rush of tears spills from your eyes and vernon can only sigh when he feels the liquid stick to his own skin. if anyone else could see you right now—crying and babbling as you dry hump him out of sheet desperation—they'd never believe their eyes.

vernon the so-called under, reducing his pretty baby to tears as they beg him to make them come.

he gives you what you want in the end—your face smooshed into the pillows as your boyfriend brutally rams his thick cock into your slick walls. though his touch is always weighted with characteristic gentleness, not even vernon can hold up against the addicting feel of your pussy clamping down on him with each delicious thrust.

"you're close again." it's not a question. he's much too familiar with the way your walls sporadically tighten around him when you're nearing release. "do you want to come, love? i've been a little mean to you tonight, haven't i?"

your cries come out muffled and vernon nearly comes at the thought of you soaking the pillows with tears and saliva. vernon's grip on your ass goes tight as he swears under his breath—his strokes coming in deep and precise so he can pinpoint that spot that makes you cry out his name in the prettiest way possible.

"f-fuck!" you bleat the moment vernon flattens his chest across your back—thrusts unrelenting as his free hand finds your clit. "don't edge me anymore, nonnie. please, please, please. i'm going to go insane if i don't come this time. give it to me, i want it—want it so fucking bad—oh!"

he fucking loves it when you run your mouth in the midst of a lustful delirium. but it gives him an even bigger ego boost when he feels your pussy practically squeeze the cum out of him at the height of your orgasm.

as much as you hate being denied the apex of pleasure several times over, vernon is always right whenever he says edging will just make everything feel a hundred times better when you finally come.

the words still ring true now, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head as your brain melts into a puddle of nothingness. vernon's intense gaze is riveted on the absolutely fucked out look on your face and that's what drives him over the edge—stilling his erratic strokes in favor of dumping his load in your willing pussy with a long-winded groan.

"you're fucking insane," is the first thing you breathe out once your mind comes back online—flopping your back onto the mattress as you catch your breath. "i feel like i died and went to hell and back seven and a half times."

"seven and a half?" vernon remarks with an amused look—getting up to grab a washcloth from the en-suite.

"yeah, life's hell when your boyfriend has an edging kink." you pout and he simply laughs before emerging from the bathroom, sitting at the edge of the bed as he cleans you up.

"you can always try it on me if you want to get even," he suggests, but you shake your head vigorously at the notion.

"no thanks, i'm happy to get edged and manhandled by the same guy i boss around in front of his friends," you tell him with a playful tone.

vernon shakes his head before leaning closer to peck your lips—wondering how he got so lucky to have landed someone like you.

"whatever you say, my little masochist."

⟢ end notes: this has been sitting in my inbox for a while now and i decided to squander my time by answering it AHDJSJW i'm just a sucker for soft dom vernon ok...... i'd let him edge me for hours if he just smiles his little nonnie smile at me before making me suffer again <3

[angelicpoison12]

Can you do angel dust x shy autistic male reader, the reader loves the texture of angels fluff.

absolutely!! I love autistic!reader fics sm thank you for requesting this! 🫶 i added the reader being nonverbal because as a selectively mute autistic, i feel like there aren't enough fics w/ being selectively mute!

wordcount: 741

tags: fluffy cuddles, tooth rotting fluff, nonverbal!reader, reader can't find their comfort object and has a shutdown, Angel being Angel, (platonic) use of petnames, Angel lets you touch his fluff teehee, SFW

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you enjoyed touching things. specifically, soft things. you always had a soft comfort object nearby to keep you calm; whether it was a small piece of soft cloth, a stuffed animal, the sleeve of a soft sweater, a blanket-whatever it was, it kept you at ease. today, all went to shit because you couldn't find it. "fuck, where is it? where is it?!" you nearly shrieked. you felt like the entire day was ruined, and it hadn't even gotten started yet.

you knew you needed to calm down. but how?

your mind finally hit 'fuck it', and you decided to just go on with the day without your comfort object. you'd be okay, right?

sitting in the hotel's lounge, you muttered in annoyance under your breath, not really wanting to deal with anyone right now. of course, we can't get everything we want, right?

"hey babycakes," you heard. you slowly lifted your head and turned your chin away from the voice, knowing from the Brooklyn-Italian accent that it was Hell's hottest porn star in the Pride Ring. Angel Dust. he sat next to you, kicking his heels up onto the table in front of the couch. "whats the matter with you? somebody gotcha blue?" Angel asked. your cheeks puffed with air, and you huffed, squirming to the furthest corner of the couch. "look, when somebody asks ya something, it's kinda rude to not respond, dollface." Angel said, his eyes softer now, not having the usual glimmer of mischief that they usually held.

you opened your lips to say something, but closed them, not wanting to act out. Angel could tell you weren't feeling the best. he didn't know you too awfully well, but he knew you weren't one to shut down without something going wrong. "lemme guess. uh.. somethin' bad happened?" you nodded. "hm. well what happened? was someone mean to ya?" you shook your head. "damn, okay. not makin' this too easy for me, toots. uh.. lost something?" you perked up and nodded vigorously.

Angel scooted closer, and you didn't push him away. well, not like you could anyways, you were basically smooshed into the corner of the sofa. "what'd ya lose, toots?" he asked. all you could do was rub your thumbs against your forefingers, as if you were feeling the pads, seeking sensory attention. Angel immediately noticed this and it was as if a lightbulb had clicked in his head. "ohhh.. i get it. ya always got somethin' with ya. you can't find it, dollface?" you nodded, your lips pursed in a sad pout, eyes wide and soft like glass. "aw, doll.. it's okay. can-uh, can i touch ya?" your eyes widened, and you quirked a brow. Angel was quick to throw his hands up and say, "no-no, no, not like that, babycakes-just uh.. i just wanna hold ya. maybe give you some comfort, y'know?" hesitantly, you nodded. you squeaked when Angel effortlessly pulled you into his lap, holding you with his four arms around you.

you noticed his fluffy chest, his soft jawline, pearly white teeth with his golden fang, mismatching irises, extra eyes, and spotted hair. you noticed your hand involuntarily reaching for his chest. you were quick to cower back. you knew Angel felt vulnerable enough having you in his lap, and you didn't want to push his comfort too far. Angel gently brushed some hair from your eyes as he said, "it's okay, babycakes. go ahead, i just got done brushin' my fluff this morning, it'd be a shame to let it go to waste." he said with a chuckle, smiling as he led your hand to his fluff. you swallowed, and tenderly squeezed his left fluff breast. you blushed, your cheeks a soft rosy blush. you pressed your ear to his chest, listening to the gentle, comforting melody of his heartbeat.

"aw, yer adorable, toots." Angel nearly cooed. his upper set of arms held you closer, pushing your head deeper into his fluff. you gazed up at him. from the nose down, your head was buried into the sweet-smelling white fur. you nestled closer to him, and you swore you heard his heartbeat quicken when you reciprocated, your arms holding his waist. "feelin' better, babycakes?" Angel asked, his voice soft. you nodded into his chest, nuzzling him like a sweet cat would. "good."

[ectologia]

WATCHING ASMR WITH HAWKS

KEIGO TAKAMI X F!READER

𝐂𝐖 ♱ PROFANITY, EAR LICKING

“You still awake chickadee?”

You wave Keigo off with a grumble, your sleepy, droopy eyes fixated entirely on your phone screen as you observe the various glittery objects being tapped and scratched on.

He scoots himself up behind you ineptly, shimmying his crotch all the way up to your ass until you slot into him like a perfect jigsaw piece, hooking his elbows beneath your armpits, allowing his hands to wander and cuddle with your chest. “What ya’ watching, my little chickpea?”

You give him a barely audible answer, muttering under your breath as you continue to focus on the task at hand. “ ‘smr..”

He chuckles at your reluctance, smooshing his lips into your cheek in a hearty kiss. “You what babes?”

“ASMR.”

“A.. S.. MR?” He echoes back to you, cocking his head in curiosity. “What like where they moan into the mic ‘nd stuff? Bit raunchy for a bedtime story don’t you think angel?”

He snickers to himself as you reprimand him in a weak groan. “No.. They tap on stuff and scratch the microphone and stuff..”

“And stuff.” He chuckles into your shoulder, resting his spiky cheek against the chub of your face, using your head as a pillow as he watches your screen with a new found interest. You huff as he jabs at the tiny rectangular device every now and again, whispering in to your ear and asking you question upon question. “What’s that?”

“I dunno’ Kei.. just watch it or go away..”

“Awh, you’re so cute when you’re all grumpy and tired.”

His eyes follow your finger as you tap on a new a video, shuffling forward and tuning his ears in to listen.

You don’t catch the way his nose wrinkles and his brow curls at the imagery from behind, sitting up to pivot his head and look at you directly. “Why’s she licking the camera?”

“I dunno’..” All you’re capable of in the moment are deep murmurs and yawns, rubbing your eyes vigorously to blink away your drowsiness.

“Is this some kind of fetish thing?”

Your otherwise half-lidded eyes snap towards him in protest. “Wh — No, no it’s not like that — it’s for the sound!”

He finds your defensiveness entertaining, deciding to start laying it on even thicker. “You sure my little duckling? It’s okay if you’re into that kind of stuff, you know.. I just don’t think soft porn’s the right tone at the moment.” He snickers at you’re stupefied expression. “Maybe tomorrow I can test it out and tongue you down.”

“No!” You puff and turn over, shrugging his large frame off of yours as you set your phone down onto your bedside table. You adjust yourself to sink your heavy head down deeper into the plush dough of your pillow, yanking the blanket over your curled up body, albeit passively.

You both stay like that, laying in silence before Keigo clears his throat to speak up again. “I think I wanna give you a lil’ ASMR right now chickpea.”

You croak as he rolls over, toppling onto you to squeeze your tiny body into his warmth. You’re pleasantly surprised as he begins mouthing gently against your ear. Softly parting his lips and kissing around the curve of it, even adding a subtle breeze as he exhales through his nose while the stubbly pricks of his beard tickle your cheek. You sigh against your pillow, your body growing limp and pliable as he coos against your sensitive ear drums, before something wet and slimy and wiggly begins to worm itself into the small hole, licking about the crevices of your ear with a teasing squelch.

“Keigo!” He laughs as you squeal, your head snapping up to turn to him with a sour expression while you clamp a hand over your ear, wiping at it with your palm.

“You’re not meant to stick your tongue in my ear!”

“It’s an immersive experience baby.” He reasons with a lopsided grin.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

okay like i know we all joke (?) about kafka's kaiju form being a biblical need but at the end of the day i just love human kafka and his lil stubble and his cute tummy and his adorable grin. he's just so boyfriend material i wanna smooch him 😭

A/N ::: Good God, Bri. You don't know what you've started with this ask. I went a little off script? Unhinged? Idk ... somewhere along the lines of quite unwell for this man. Like, it's not cute anymore. It's getting really close to psychiatric intervention (at my request) 🤣

I would look forward to the times I got to wake up in the morning, hopefully next to him because nothing in the night pulled him away from me. I'd be so happy to get out of bed and do morning stuff with him. Maybe showering - and it doesn't even have to be anything sexual (but hello???). Just that closeness.

And yeah, his soft, wet tummy pressing against your wet body. Both of you sliding against each other as you talk about silly, inconsequential things like what you dreamt about or what you want to have for lunch today. While you're shaving his chin, prepping him for the day, he is already thinking about showing up where you're at and surprising you with something that you said you were craving a week ago, but you haven't mentioned since because things have been so crazy that you barely have time to breathe, let alone think about what you're going to eat that day.

When he does show up with food, you see him walking across the parking lot and you run out to meet him and jump into his arms. You both just stand there on the sidewalk, clinging to each other. Talking about how much you missed him and how lucky are you to have such a great man that listens to your blabbering and takes notice of when you say something that you want/want to do.

He feeds you the first bite because he wants to see when the flavors hit your tongue and your face lights up (he moves his hand away a lot faster than you do when you take a bite of something). The look on your face is nothing short of orgasmic - but he just laughs at the joy you're expressing over something as innocuous as a bite of food. That's what makes him the happiest - when something so simple can bring you such contentment.

And when it's time for him to go, you walk hand in hand to where he's parked, and he pushes you against the door of his car and he smooshes himself against you and puts his forehead against yours and thanks YOU for letting HIM bring you lunch. He talks about how much he loves that he can do little things like this - ok, too far? Idk. I'm in complete Lala-land over this man.

And he wraps that discussion up with a sweet, slow, soft kiss to your lips that leaves you kind of breathless. It's not the usual kiss he gives you when you're saying goodbye in the morning or hello in the evening - unless he's trying to sway your disposition.

But this kiss is almost a promise that better things are to come.

Staying true to his unspoken word, you walk in the door and all of the lights are off. In electricity's place, there are candles lit and scattered all about the living room. Something smells really good but it's not food.

It's Kafka. He's wearing a cologne he tried a couple of weeks ago when you were out at the mall. He tried it and wore it very well that day - really, for the next 8 hours after he put it on.

In those hours, you couldn't keep your hands or mouth off of him, much to his surprise/pleasure.

He heard the front door close, and you call out hello to him and he came from down the hall. Your eyes met; you noticed right away his brow was quirked in a suggestive way.

You were on him like white on snow and you had the best end to an already amazing day.

I WOULD GIVE UP SO MUCH TO HAVE THIS MAN BE MY BOYFRIEND. Goddamn it, I love him so much.

@supersecretsaga @kazutora-kurokawa @katkusuo

@reiners-milkbiddies @southside-otaku @darkstarlight82

@trevengersprincess @arlerts-angel @bakubunny

@viburnt

[woozingie]

7:56

member: woozi x gender neutral reader genre: domestic fluff? funny? flirtatious? pre-dating era? bro i've not been using the terminology word count: 600 CLEAN lil note: the 11pm writing bug has bitten again............. the ghost of tumblr past is back..... or is she........

who invited you over for this fucking game of uno? your brain was too foggy to recall, but whoever had their name all over the "wanna uno bro???🐯" text at the top of your messages was going to pay the price.

what were the chances you'd be invited for a game that is the opposite of time sensitive right around the time jihoon came back from his daily workout session? when most of the guys were hanging out at dino's place because it was easier to have him clean up after them? when it was sure jihoon would walk into the room, headed for a shower, and be interrupted by ten different conversations at once? how come all this happened right under your nose, when most of the idiots in the vicinity knew you'd rather have your nose smooshed onto jihoon's six-pack? someone call interpol. you had an international criminal organisation working against you.

you couldn't even bring yourself to look away from jihoon's sweaty back in his grey t-shirt as vernon and seokmin were yelling at your choice of card -- a yellow 4 had no place on top of a red 2 -- and it had your friends wheezing. they thought they were slick. the amount of male voices in the room was usually a bit overwhelming, but they felt so far away. your sight was working overtime, as if you could control his movements with just one look, have him turn around, and once again through eyes only let him know how bad you had it for him, and how little you knew you deserved him returning any of those feelings. he was so quiet, and suddenly, surprisingly so funny, then such a great conversationalist, such a wonderful musician, such a great friend, but he had to go ahead and get astronomically hot and thick. your brain turned to mush every time one square inch of muscle showed.

the game was going pretty bad. junhui, who you had only just realised had joined the game, had proclaimed uno and you had about 13 cards still in hand. "you're supposed to get rid of the cards," vernon deadpanned. "get them empty and ready to grab.... biceps," seokmin added after a quick look over his shoulder. jihoon had pulled his shirt sleeve to his shoulder and was currently flexing against mingyu's defined bicep. you choked on your own spit when your mouth remembered to swallow the overflow of saliva. vernon shook his head with a barely hidden chuckle, but seokmin's less discreet howl of laughter had your person of interest staring right at you. he gave you a smile, a nod and a small wink, before announcing he would be showering for the next twenty minutes. right then, junhui placed his final card and declared his win. you had 15 cards in hand. "FUCK!" you yelled, halting everyone's conversations and thoughts. getting up, fists clenched, you pursued: "HIM! I WANNA FUCK HIM! AND I HATE ALL OF YOU!"

out of breath, you looked around to see twelve pairs of half-amused, half-flabbergasted eyes. in the shocked silence, a soft, cheeky voice echoed from the bathroom door right down the hall. "come get it, then!"

you could have melted into a puddle of embarrassment. you wish you would have disappeared into thin air, started your life anew somewhere far away from here. if it weren't for the boys' excited screams of "ooohhh nooo waaaayyyy!!!!!" and "get iiiiiit!!!!" you would have missed the message.

that was the day you established a new world record for living room to bathroom sprint.

[medusavsviperz]

Needy

an- hey! i just wanted to but in here and give y'all a quick notice. I swear to God I am working on all of your fics. I have every single one of your request in my drafts, but I've been going through a lot recently so it's taken a lot longer. I'm just shoving something short out here so I can hopefully keep my fan base and not lose a bunch of followers. I love you guys with everything and I really hope y'all can understand.

warnings: smut, cussing, missionary, fingering, oral prep, needy and whimpery dogday, accidental knot

relationships: dogday (modern au, they wear clothes) x fem!reader

writing type: second person

genre: smuttttttttt

"you have beautiful eyes, angel." dogday cooed, his face smooshed into your neck as he breathed in your scent. he was always so needy, wanting your attention, and getting snooty anytime you gave it to someone else. but god, oh dear god you loved him. he was perfect. everything no other man could be. he was caring, loving, and he worshiped the ground you walked on. nobody could compare. "thank you puppy.." your back was pressed against the bed, him laying lazily on top of you.

what could you say? he was everything you had dreamed of. he slowly lifts himself off of you, standing up. his arms reach out in a big stretch and you stare in awe as his muscles ripple. "dogday." you call out, he turns back to look at you, a mix of confusion in his glance. "wanna fuck?" he stares at you for a second, before bursting into a fit of laughter, his hand reaching up to cup his face. "a-angel why did you have to say it like that-?" he says in between giggles. you shrug and giggle aswell. "is that a yes?" he nods and climbs back on top of you, striping himself of his shirt. your hands fling up to run along his abdomen and chest, softly giving one of his pecs a squeeze. he gently tugs your shirt over head, and discards it across the room. quick to grab, his hands start kneeding and groping your chest. "you're so beautiful. you look like a greek goddess" he adds, teasingly running a finger over your nipple. you gasp softly and whine out his name. he leans down and takes a breast into his mouth, using his hand to rub the other.

He pulled back to stare at your naked form before pressing a kiss to your stomach. Dogdays' hands parted your thighs as he settled between them. he gently pulls off your sleep shorts, granted you werent wearing undies under them. licking, sucking, and kissing your inner thighs, he teased you mercilessly, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "Dogday," you moaned, your voice trembling with anticipation. He glanced up at you, his eyes needy and begging, before finally giving you some relief by directing his attention to your pussy. His tongue flicked out to taste you, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. He took his time, alternating between gentle licks and firm strokes. His lips and tongue drove you wild, your hands clutching at the sheets below you and your hips arched off it as he brought you closer to the edge. "Please," you begged, your tone barely higher than a whisper. Dogday smiled against you, his tongue working faster, more insistently. You felt yourself teetering on the brink, every nerve alight with sensation. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, he spread your folds using two of his fingers and licked up a final stripe before sucking hard on your clit, sending you spiralling into a powerful orgasm. You cried out, your body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you. Dogday didn't stop, his mouth continuing the relentless movements while he slipped his fingers inside your pussy. The dual sensation was almost too much to bear, leaving you torn between pulling away and arching into the overwhelming pleasure. He pumped his fingers in and out of you with a skillful rhythm, curling them just right to hit the sweet spot deep inside. Each thrust of his fingers were accompanied by the tantalizing flicks of his tongue against your overstimulated clit. The combination drove you wild, your hips bucking against his hand as you sought more. "Dogday, baby," you gasped, your voice a breathless moan as you felt the tension building again, faster and more intense this time. Your fingers tangled in his fur again, pulling him closer as you rocked against his mouth. He responded with a low moan of satisfaction, his fingers moving faster, more determined to push you over the edge. His free hand lifted your leg up over his shoulder while he added a third finger in your pussy, stretching you perfectly. His tongue worked in harmony with his fingers, and you felt yourself climbing higher and higher. "Yes, oh god, yes," you panted, your body trembling as you reached the precipice of another orgasm.

he just smirks against you, gently rubbing your thighs and kissing them. he pulls away, his face covered in your juices... he uses the back of his hand to wipe his face, before leaning down once more to kiss your lips. the taste drives you wild, and you desperately try to pull off his sweatpants. he complies, helping you tug them off. already hard, he strokes himself for a minute, eyes locked on yours as he does. a wet, squelching sound is made as he smacks his dick against your still soaked folds. you whimper and arch into it, letting out a slutty sound. he slowly but surely pushes himself in, the stretch burning a bit.. he gasps and whimpers, using one of his hands to firmly plant it on the side of your head. lifting your legs up, he pushes them apart and holds them open with his hands pressing hard against your lower thighs. he starts at a slow pace, pushing in and out, before speeding up and hitting that one spot inside that has you screaming out his name. he lets out a slutty breath and whimpers out a mixture of your real name and angel. "g-gosh.. fuck.. baby, you feel so so good..~" he says in between breaths, his eyes squeezed shut as he pounds you intensely. you let out a moan of approval and arch your back into it, grinding harder on his cock. with a final thrust, he fills you up, making sure not a drop gets out. he stays like that for a minute, before pulling out, ultimately failing. he freezes, his body tensing up as he looks down at you. "wha-.. oh ..fuck.." you cut yourself off, realizing hes stuck inside of you. he sighs, before embracing it and leaning over you. "sorry angel.. we're gonna be stuck for a few minutes.." he whispers in your ear, his breath warm on your neck. your thighs are still being held open by his large hands, so he snakes his thumb over to trace light circles on your sensitive clit. you suck in a sharp breath and whine his name. "angel god.. please.. make that sound again.." so you do. over and over until hes cumming from your words. "b-baby~! nmgh-.." his whimpering is almost deafening against your ear, but god does it turn you on. after what seems like an eternity, his knot wears down. he pulls out with a satisfying pop and slaps his dick against your clit a few times before flopping down next to you. "you're such a good boy dogday.." he whimpers at your praise, whining a soft thank you.

he rubs your tummy for a bit until you both fall asleep, only to clean up in the morning.

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