#lick my cl!t

[psychojazz-cj]

Just a lil sneak peek... 🤭

[charlotteking23]

Can you do an Eric Coulter story where there's a newish dauntless leader he's obsessed with and when they finally get together he has a huge breeding kink

Obsessed with you

Eric Coulter x reader

Warning: Smut, praise, breeding kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, not edited.

The sound of finger snapping broke Eric dazed, startling him. "Dude, you're staring". Axel a Dauntless leader spoke up following Eric's eyes to the girl.

"You've been obsessed with her for years", Axel grinned shoving Eric shoulders playfully.

You and Eric were both from the same faction Erudite, Only Eric had known you but you didn't know him till later when she transfered to Dauntless.

Eric had briefly met you, bumping onto you during school. That day Eric fell in love with her but never had the courage to proclaim his feelings for you.

"I know..", Eric sighed looking back at his beautiful Y/N.

"Well..get ready because she is coming over here" Axel said leaving Eric stressed.

"How's my hair, is my jacket go-...Hey Y/N, Eric said before coughing awkwardly seeing his friend shake his head in amusement.

"Hey guys, their a party tonight I was wondering if you wanted to come.., You smiled leaving butterflies in Eric's stomach.

"YEAH...I mean yeah,yeah that' seems cool, Eric said trying to keep his excitement in, before he saw you leaving back to your friends.

"Man you're whipped", Axel laughed at Eric lovesick look.

"This is perfect, I finally have a chance to ask her out", Eric smiled at the thought.

Eric was ready for tonight, dressing in his usual attire but took extra time combing his hair and putting extra cologne on wanting to look perfect for his Y/N.

Blinding light, people dancing or making out with each other and the alcohol flowing free was the first thing Eric saw at a usual Dauntless party.

But his eyes were only looking for his girl, Y/N. She was wearing a black dress and her hair curled enhancing her beauty even more.

He started walking towards the bar hoping after some drinks he would have some courage to ask You.

"Hey Eric", a voice Eric knew all to well had spoke to him.

"um..Hey Y/N", Eric said back hoping to relive some tension.

You only giggled, "You don't have to be so awkward with me".

But Eric only smiled watching as you spoke about something but he wasn't paying attention only watching how your lips were moving wishing he would kiss them right now.

"Oh sorry am I boring you", You said feeling guilty about wasting Eric's time.

"You could never bore me", Eric smiled watching Your eyes light up in appreciation.

"I have to ask you something...", Eric nervously chuckled rubbing the back of his neck.

Eric starred into Y/N's doe looking eyes, the eyes he would do anything for, she didn't know how much power she held over him.

"Y/N I have liked you since we were both in Eurdite since you bumped into me by accident, I've never had the courage back in Eurdite to ask you out but now...Would you go out with me", Eric said nervously rubbing his hands before he felt someone's soft delicate hands taking his hands into hers interwining them together.

"Eric, I would love to go out with you", You smiled at him.

"Why don't we get out of here", You said pulling Eric out of the crowded space and into more of a secluded area which happened to be Eric's apartment since it was to closest.

Opening the apartment door, Eric immediately started to kiss Your neck basking in pleasure.

"Where's your room", you managed to get out before gasping out the pleasure of getting whisked away in Eric's big arms.

He laid you down on the bed roughly taking off your clothes scattering them all over the place.

"Oh, baby", Eric said kissing down your neck to your boobs before sucking on them.

You felt Eric's hand go down lower to your dripping wet pussy and slid his fingers into your soaked cunt. The only thing you're able to focus on is the pleasure Eric is giving you. It makes you moan greedily. You begin to squirt all over his fingers. Everything is soaked.

"Look at the mess you made, my naughty girl", Eric said pulling away from your boobs before roughly grabbing your jaw smashing his lips into you, It was rough, feeling Eric dominate the kiss.

Eric pulled his hand away from your pussy. You whine, as if to say 'please,' he moved your body, since you're barely able to stand, and bend you over the couch.

Eric took the rest of his clothes off before roughly pulling your hair before shoving two fingers in your pussy, "You squeezed me so tight, darling".

Eric started to move faster putting three fingers in your pussy, leaving you in a moaning mess your eyes closing at the amount of pleasure.

"You're cumming again? You're so pathetic", Eric growled before taking his fingers out licking them before roughly shoving his cock back in your pussy.

"You like when my cock is shoved inside of you, don't you whore?" Eric growled into my ear. he begins pounding into you mercilessly. You squirm and moan underneath him.

"You're nothing but a cocksleeve, a hole for me to fuck whenever I please" Eric said as he pushed your face down into the cushion. "I'm going to fill your pretty pussy with my sweet cum", his thrusts become faster and faster.

"You better take it all, slut", Eric announced. You let out a muffled scream as his cock empties into your womb.

"Don't worry baby hmm, just let it all out", Eric said holding you down, making you do nothing but squirm at the feeling of his cock.

[gloriousglowinggoddess]

wouldn’t they look prettier covered in….

could be you 😘

[yourbarelylegaltoy]

thinking about that one time I met a random guy online and had sex with him in his truck. He was so sweet with me and even let me smoke his weed! I was kinda nervous cause it was my first time and I knew we were gonna do it.(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ but he he was gentle. I wish he had raped me but he fucked me pretty hard♡´･ᴗ･`♡

[xxonyxxxrosexx]

I WANT A HITACHI WAND SO FUCKING BADLY! IM TRYNA BE TIED UP AND OVERSTIMULATED! I WANNA BE CRYING FROM IT UGH

[roughbutlovelly]

🇧🇷: Me manda logo uma mensagem, eu quero você na minha boca... 🫦

🇺🇲: Send me a message right away, I want you in my mouth... 🫦

[psychojazz-cj]

Such a good girl showing everyone your tits... Maybe we should tie you up nice and tight so we can suck them while we play with your clit...

Omg yes🥵! Suck my nipples and Play with my little clitty and don't stop no matter how much I beg or how many times I cum🤤

[chaptersleftunwritten]

Strawberry Fields Forever

Blurb: You go on a picnic date with some friends, not expecting to rile Eddie up.

Pairing: Perv!Eddie Munson x Friendly!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ This is basically smut with a tiny bit of plot, cursing/swearing, some light mentions of alcohol, corruption kink, praising, exhibitionism, oral (f & m receiving), oral fixation, choking, fingering, teasing.

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The sun flushed the earth with an unwavering heatwave and everyone in Hawkins was struggling to keep cool during this scorcher of a summer. There was no hiding from it. The humidity even penetrated the shade- no where was safe.

Naturally you seek out the forest, travelling along a trail with Steve, Nancy, Robin, Eddie and some of the younger bunch who had begged to come alone. They wanted to go swimming in Lover’s Lake and you wanted to have a picnic next to the water.

“Fuck me,” Eddie groans, dragging his feet behind you, “Can’t we just stay in here? It must be hotter than Hell out there.” In a huff, Eddie shrugs off his denim jacket, exposing his tatted arms as he slings the coat over his shoulder. He wore a black t-shirt, of all colours he chose black, no wonder he was melting into a puddle.

Steve wipes at his sweaty forehead with his forearm, his long mousy brown hair sticking to his sun kissed skin, “Eddie has a point, I’m sweating my balls off here.” Nancy snorts a laugh, her fingers interlocked around Steve’s bicep.

Robin marches in front of you, on a mission to try and keep up with the others children whom had snuck off into the distance, squealing and revelling in the great outdoors. Robin evidently being fearful that they were going to run off or worse- disappear.

“C’mon guys, it’s not so bad! Maybe you should have worn more appropriate clothes,” Your dig is aimed at Eddie and he rolls his eyes, panting in response. He is clearly hating how his hair seems to be gluing itself to his neck.

“I’ll take my shirt off if you pay me,” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, his lips baring a wolfish grin, “This ain’t a free show, sweetheart.” He fans at his face, his flirtatious attempt quickly evaporating with his rising body temperature.

You take a hair tie from your wrist, handing it to Eddie, “You’ll be a lot cooler if you tie up that nest of yours.”

He gapes at you, offended, “Wow…” he drags out the word, “And here I was thinking that we were finally getting along.” You giggle at him before continuing your pursuit further, trying to catch up with the two love birds who had somehow overtaken you.

“It’s not long now, only a little further.” You call back to Eddie who is slugging behind you. Usually Eddie loved being outdoors, but in this heat? He would rather be dead.

The only thing keeping Eddie alive at the moment was the view he had of you from behind. Your ass is clad in the cutest pair of light denim shorts he had ever seen, hugging your thighs and body perfectly. You wore a red checkered blouse on top that slipped effortlessly from your shoulders, exposing the mounds of your breasts to him every so often. He was already fighting for his life against an erection.

So when the pale yellow and pink picnic blanket was set down onto the unnervingly fried grass and Eddie watched you unload the weaved basket he couldn’t help but notice when your eyes light up at the sight of a massive bowl of strawberries.

“My favourite!” You squeal happily, flashing the bowl to Eddie he chuckles heartily, his legs crossing over one another as he lays back, propped up on one elbow.

“Strawbs are good, I guess.” His shoulders shrug.

“You guess? They are the superior fruit, Ed’s!” This was a debate you were willing to fight until your dying breath. You would die on this hill.

Eddie plucks one from the bowl, examining the red fruit before he pushes the whole thing into his mouth, taking a moment to chew before swallowing.

“Y’know, I’ve always thought strawberries were much better with a little bit of cream…” Eddie’s tongue dances out onto his lips, licking them clean of any juices that may have escaped.

He doesn’t mean for it to sound so dirty, but when you don’t register it that way Eddie sees this as an opportunity; to make this into a fun little game where he is a perverted fuck and you are absolutely oblivious to it all.

“Hmm,” you hum in response, not batting an eyelash to Eddie’s cream comment as you push a strawberry between your lips, biting on the pointed end of it softly- savouring the flavour.

Glancing around you see nearby on the blanket Steve has his tongue wedged down Nancy’s throat. She’s nearly choking on it as they sloppily dish out kisses. Talk about no shame..

Robin is on life guard duty- or so she says. In reality, she just wants to do cannonballs into the water with the kids, splashing them and fighting with them. Jokingly pushing Dustin’s head beneath the water whilst Mike tries to do the same to Will.

Dustin emerges, crying attempted murder and you laugh hysterically, shaking your head proudly at their free spirits.

“Are you thinking of going in the water?” You flick your attention back to Eddie and he can’t help himself from staring as you wrap your lips coyly around a massive strawberry. Your eyes peeking innocently up at him has his cock threatening to burst in his jeans and the thought of the strawberry being replaced by his thick manhood leaves him feeling dizzy.

“Possibly,” he gulps, his crossed legs becoming more tightly acquainted, “You?” He cracks open a can of beer, taking a light swing to cleanse his drying throat.

You nod, looking between the lake and Eddie, “I might- it looks like they are having so much fun.” You sigh, feeling the most relaxed you have a in a while. It’s not as hot anymore now that you have sat down.

“You should.”

‘Please!’ Eddie thinks to himself. He doesn’t know why, but you have him totally bewitched. His hungry gaze never leaving your mouth as dark pink juice stains your lips. You slurp to try and prevent it from spilling all over you, the pad of your thumb swiping quickly at the leaky corners of your mouth.

Eddie thinks he might combust into flames right there and then, biting his tongue harshly to try and keep a groan lodged in his throat- can he taste blood?

“Do I have something on my face Ed’s?” You ask after feeling his eyes on you for a prolonged period of time, your fingers tips tracing your cheeks gently.

Eddie shakes his head, “No, love. Not a single drop touched your chin.” His voice is low, nearly a growl as it leaves his mouth.

From his side Eddie can sense Steve’s amused smirk on him. You might have been unknowing to Eddie’s game, but Steve knew exactly what the ‘freak’ was up to. It relieved him to see Eddie finally trying to shoot his shot with you- it had only taken him a year and a half.

“You would tell me, right?” You giggle, scooting closer to his lanky frame, “Promise?”

“Promise.” He tucks a rogue strand of your hair behind your ear and heat unrelated to the sun prickles at your cheeks, causing you to advert your gaze.

Eddie almost coos aloud at how adorable you are. He can guess that you’ll taste even more sugary than the fruit you’re sucking on, “Can I…” He picks up another strawberry, bringing it to your mouth. You hold eye contact with him as he swirls the tip of the fruit across the plumpness of your lips, allowing the lowest groan to emit from his throat.

“Open wider,” His demand comes out as a bark and you slacken your jaw, your mouth gaping open wider for him to slot the strawberry inside. Eddie’s own jaw laid slack, his soft eyes on you unabashedly, “Does it taste good, princess?”

You nod, your tongue slick with juice from the strawberry. It wasn’t foreign for Eddie to call you sweet pet names, but something inside of you stirs at his voice. Sure you thought Eddie was attractive, often times you’d fantasies over him… but it hadn’t ever gotten this intense in real life.

You’d take every compliment from him with a grain of salt, but with the way his darkened eyes are staring at you now, it leads you to believe that something may be upon the horizon.

gif by @kwistowee

“What’d you say?” Eddie’s eyebrows knit together, his eyelids narrowing at you distastefully.

“Uhm…” it takes a moment for the gears inside of your head to turn, “Thank you?” It is more of a question rather than a response, luckily Eddie seems satisfied nonetheless.

“Exactly,” He grins at you dirtily, “Don’t go forgetting your manners now, babe. I know you’re a good girl.”

An inaudible sound leaves your windpipe as you try to contain the feverish blush that has claimed your face as its own. Your heart is quick inside of your chest and you can’t ignore the fluttering of your stomach and the pulse between your thighs. No one had ever made you feel like this before. No one was crazy enough to speak this filthy to you in person. So blatant and forward.

Just before Eddie can say anything more, water hits you both. So lost in your own world you had forgotten about your friends who you had came here with.

“Are you guys just going to sit there or what?!” Robin exclaims in a high pitched tone, visibly vexed at your unwillingness to join in.

Steve and Nancy were stripping down to their underwear, something that didn’t phase you in the slightest. You look to Eddie for some sort of guidance and he shrugs his shoulders, leaving the choice to you.

“I’m happy here! Sorry- love you though!” You announce loudly and Robin rolls her eyes, shouting back that she loved you too before she was swimming off. It seemed like the group were venturing further down stream, leaving you and Eddie totally invisible to them.

“Good choice,” He purrs into your ear, making you jump slightly startled at his close proximity.

“I don’t mind spending time alone with you, Eddie.” You reply honestly and Eddie toys with a piece of your hair in his fingers, twirling and twisting it.

He hums, intrigued, “Is that so?” Eddie knew he was pushing you, but fuck, was it fun.

You suck on your bottom lip, teeth nibbling at the skin as you nod your head, “You make me feel.. happy.” The words come out as a low mumble, your finger tips playing with the hem of your shorts as you try to busy your nervous hands.

Eddie rumbles a chuckle, “I know a few other ways to make you feel ‘happy’…” You are desperate to avoid his cocoa coloured orbs, but Eddie isn’t having none of it as he gasps your chin sternly with his fingers, pulling your face to him.

“H..how so?” You wish the ground would swallow you whole as you stumble pathetically over your words. He hadn’t even touched you intimately and yet, you can’t think straight.

From your chin, Eddie’s fingers tickle down the front of your throat, hesitating there he decided to take a leisurely second to curl his strong fingers around your trachea. The momentary loss of oxygen makes your eyelids fall to hood your eyes, “Fuck, I could ruin you.” The whole time Eddie continues to gawk at the partition of your lips, and how relaxed you look beneath his touch.

Releasing you slowly he continues his assault on your hot skin, his feathery touch causing goosebumps to erupt after their wake. He palms your breasts through your blouse, grabbing a fist full of the plush flesh which causes you to cry out quietly, “No bra? Such a little fucking tease.” Eddie clicks his tongue, pinching your coiled nipples and roughly plucking at the stiff peaks with his fingertips.

“Ah...” you mewl and Eddie’s ears perk at the sound, like a puppy being called on for the first time.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” His raspy voice asks as his lips pepper a kiss to your exposed shoulder, his tongue running briefly over the skin just because he wanted to taste you. You shake your head, in total awe of him and everything that he is.

“Poor baby,” He pouts out his bottom lip mockingly before his lips stretch into a lascivious grin, “I can take care of you.” His tongue flicks at the lobe of your ear before he is pulling the flesh in between his teeth, gnawing on it playfully.

“But we’re outside…” you remind him, your eyes focusing on the slow current of the water. The sun beating down onto it, making it glisten and glitter in a heavenly way.

“Mhm, we are,” He sucks at your neck, your body jolting ever so slightly at the electricity that zaps at your cunt from the contact, “She likes that, doesn’t she.” Eddie laughs breathily as he pulls back from your jugular, situating himself between your bare legs.

“I bet your pussy tastes so fucking good.” Eddie nuzzles his nose into the soft skin of your inner thigh, causing you to giggle at the ticklish touch of his hair.

“What if someone sees us?” A look over Eddie’s shoulder confirms that the group are way too occupied with one another to even focus on you two.

“They won’t.” His voice drips with confidence and his fingers move with deliberate precision as he rips your denim shorts from your legs, taking a pause to truly admire your underwear, and the darkened wet spot that had the material slick to your pussy lips, “These are cute, baby. You always wear such pretty panties?” He perks an eyebrow whilst his fingertips dance over the lacey fabric and you look at him with wide doe like eyes, stunned by the question and his touch. You hadn’t really thought about it.

“They are just my regulars…” you admit bashfully in a hushed tone and Eddie’s husky groan declares that he really likes that answer.

“Need you so bad,” His fingers hastily hook around the thin elastic of your waistband, “Can I?” Even when he is too horny to think straight, he remains a gentleman.

Feeling just as needy, you nod, and without a beat Eddie is yanking your panties all the wall down your legs, taking them off and shoving them into his jeans pocket.

His large hands catch behind your knees, hoisting your legs up so they sit comfortably on his shoulders. He wastes no time in bringing his mouth to your mound, his tongue frantic as he laps at your soaked core, “Mmm so fucking sweet.” He mutters, his voice dripping with possessiveness. Each caressing touch of his tongue driving you insane as you wrestle to keep yourself quiet.

Your whimpers send Eddie spiralling, awakening something primal within him. He wanted to watch you whither and crumble beneath his touch- he wanted to make you his.

Eddie moans into your dripping cunt, totally self indulging in the very taste of you. Your scent was now his favourite perfume and he wanted it to be seared into his memory forever.

“Oh god…” you pant, your eyes tearful as you look down at Eddie lapping messily between your thighs. You want nothing more than to scream his name at the top of your lungs, but instead you had to settle for silence.

Just when you thought you had mastered the art of biting your tongue, you feel a prodding at your entrance and then a gaping stretch as Eddie pushes two of his fingers deep inside of you, eliciting a grumbly moan from your throat, “You’re so responsive, such a good girl for me.”

The feeling of his long fingers pumping in and out of your sopping wet pussy leaves your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your mouth hanging open when he curls his digits inside of you, massaging that sweet spongy spot.

Eddie has to pry his own lips away from your core, his addiction to you worsening with each passing second, “You’re gushing baby, think you could handle three?”

The noise of your own arousal hits your ears like a symphony and you swear you have never felt pleasure like this before. Even when masturbating, it didn’t compare, “Ed’s.. please..” your voice is a pathetic whine and Eddie smirks at the way your eyes have blown in total submission to him. You’re just as drunk on him as he is on you.

You’re a babbling mess for him and Eddie is contemplating whether or not this is reality or just a really fucking good dream that he’s having, “That’s it, baby, fuck my fingers.” Your hips buck upward to meet each thrust of Eddie’s fingers and you nearly cry out- seconds away from blowing your little operation but thankfully Eddie manages to clutch his hand harshly over your mouth, “Shhh!” He warns with a smile as your eyes glaze over with pure lust. A tightness brews in your lower stomach, a blissful burn that you chase and chase and the next thing you know you’re a shaking mess, your thighs pressed firmly together entrapping Eddie’s hand inside of you as you cum- hard, screaming into Eddie’s palm.

“Clever girl, taking my fingers so well, darling.” Eddie winks down at you, his lips punctured by his two front teeth as he forces his arousal dripping fingers into your mouth, the pads of his fingers exploring the length of your tongue, “You taste so good, don’t you baby?” You moan around his digits, still fleeting from your release.

“I would love to see those perfect lips of yours wrapped around my cock… you wanna do that, sweet girl?” He palms himself over his jeans, so rock solid that any touch to his cock nearly causes him to burst at the seams, “C’mere.” Eddie is gentle as he takes a hold of your elbows, pulling you in for a quick but heated kiss before he sits you propped up on your knees.

“Lookin’ all pretty, just for me.” You are so gone, your head is in the clouds- mind filled with Eddie, Eddie and more Eddie, “Open up, sweetheart.” Eddie’s fingers glide through your hair, clutching the delicate strands at the root in a domineering grip. You shouldn’t like the pain, but you do.

Obediently you listen to Eddie’s deep voice and you open your mouth nice and wide, sticking out your tongue flatly to allow Eddie’s length to sit comfortably on the muscle, “Shit, princess, have you done this before?” He blurts, the question being rhetorical as a rapacious smile appears on his face as he forces his cock further into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag slightly.

“You can take it, right?” He punctuates his question with a thrust, tears swelling in your eyes as you struggle to breathe. Your nostrils flare, desperate for air as Eddie menacingly fucks your throat, “Just as I imagined.” He beams, balls deep in your mouth as you peer up at him, your nose tickled by his small snail trail leading to his belly button.

“Keep looking at me,” He asserted, his lips parted in astonishment at the image of you in front of him- so picture perfect, he wanted to carry it around in his wallet. You hollow your cheeks, drool pooling from your open mouth and dripping shamelessly down your chin. You can feel the wetness of your own saliva soaking the skin of your thighs, “That’s it, princess, eyes on me.”

“Shhh… I know it’s a lot, don’t cry.” His large thumb wipes your tear streaked cheeks, his eyes swirling with adoration and sin, “I’m so close baby, keep goin’ please.” And you do. Anything to have Eddie be pleased with you. To hear him call you a good girl. His good girl.

Your cheeks ache as your face bobs up and down his length, your chin pressing against his sack every time you meet his base. His hand is tangled messily in your hair now, fucking against your own movements.

A pleasure filled wail leaves Eddie’s mouth, his head thrown back in euphoria as his cum shoots far into your mouth, leaking down your oesophagus.

You both stay that way for a moment afterwards, Eddie’s hips rutting gently against your tongue as he allows his high to subside.

“You okay?” He muses, checking your features for any sort of discomfort or sadness.

“Yeah,” you reply, a happiness apparent in your cheerful voice, “Thank you.”

He starts himself up and pulling his jeans securely back around his waist, however it takes him mere seconds before he turns his attention to you. Dropping to his knees he grabs some napkins from your picnic basket, gliding the soft paper tissue over your swollen mouth, “You look so beautiful right now.” He chirps, landing a kiss to your forehead before continuing to clean you up. His touch is tender as he helps you shimmy your denim shorts back onto your hips, his lips littering kisses up your bare legs as he did which causes you to giggle. The moment feels light and airy and you can tell that this is the beginning of something really special.

Without a second to spare, the group approach shore. You are met with raised eyebrows and confusion at your flushed appearance and messy hair.

“So,” Steve interjects with a catty smirk, “What’d we miss?”

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[gloriousglowinggoddess]

feeling festive 🎄🎅🏼🎁

let me be your ho ho ho

[iwaasfairy]

HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

bachira nii who is just the best and sweetest big bro!!! he's always so attentive and so clingy to you! there's not a single moment that you go without having him touch your tits or kiss/lick your neck, he might even just feel up your pussy to make sure you're wet!!

he loves his lil sis so much, he cant help but fuck you as if you're his personal fleshlight. expect him to breed u like a bunny and dont stop until you're overflowing with cum ♡♡♡ oh and dont worry about holding back your moans! he loves to hear them and he loves when you cry out his name! mommy yuu wont mind that her two children r keeping it in the family :)

i heARD AND I RAN okay i spent the wHOLE DAY thinking about this yesterday hhhhgftdsguyfdisgi

tw incest, dubcon, codependency

He likes the shape of your mouth. He likes it so much. Enjoys kissing it, watching it, puffy lips and raw, likes hearing the little sounds that come from you when he claims that mouth. He even likes the way you say his name, his name that’s been called a thousand different times in a thousand different ways. But you say it differently still, cherish it on the tip of your tongue as he pulls your face closer in the evening glow and stares. “Meguru nii,” you say it all pouty and knowing, chest puffed with it. You say it like you know what comes next— and it only feeds the thirst that trickles down his muscles and aching heart.

When he doesn’t answer it, and he doesn’t, can’t, you grow restless and fidgety, and he gets to hear his name in a wholly different way, one reserved for only you. It pushes your lips to the brim with how cute and pouty they can be, without being kissed to shreds by him. “Ru nii~” you beg.

And he answers it by pushing you down onto his bed and pulling the covers a little further over you, until the world is almost completely shut out from the both of you. He lies down on top of you this way, caging your body under him— how he likes it. How the monster says it’s meant to be. And the heat that plays over your cheeks is nothing but further encouragement, because you look so damn pretty when the lowest light catches the glittering of your teary eyes.

“I’m supposed to be in bed. I’ve got an early cl-mhm!”

He kisses you square on the mouth, or teeth, no matter, because when his hands slide along your sides and start fondling your soft tits, tugging at sweet, puffy nipples— it’s all too easy to get you to play along. “I just wanna play with my little sister a little,” he breathes into your mouth, and you hum. You always hum so softly, like his word is truth, or gospel. “Just a little bit more, m’kay? Then you can go to bed.” The assurance calls for another drag of his name, that filthy mockery of the word ‘niichan’ that you have long mastered. It draws all the blood from his conscious thought to his hard cock as he grinds it against your pussy.

Picking at the bow of your panties, at your tits through your shirt- you curl under him and under his tongue, his hands, his twitching, leaking cock and balls like his own personal little toy. No, play-date. You always used to be his play-date growing up, and though the word has taken on -slightly more insidious- interpretations, it still fits you so well. Peeling your panties halfway down your legs to push the head of his cock into that dripping little slit is all too easy when you’re going “Ru nii, Meguru nii~” over and over so obliviously, unapologetically needy.

“You love your big brother?” He asks, and you nod, and it sends a spike of heat through his heart and makes him bottom out inside his own little sister with a groan. “I definitely love you. The most, love you- t-the most.” The covers won’t drown out the way you’re whining as he uses all his weight to fuck deep into you, your knees pressed to your ears and your tongue wrapped around his fingers. It doesn’t shield the squeaking of the bed and the rhythmic ‘pap, pap, pap’ of his balls hitting your ass each time he bottoms out. It doesn’t even cover the way he breathes your name back like he should, like he knows will get you there again and again.

But it’s not a lie when he leans down for a few seconds to pull your mouth back to his, tangle wet tongues and take what he needs from that pretty mouth of yours, and says, “You’re fine, just cum. Just cum on niichan's cock, you'll feel good. It’s okay. Mom wants her two babies to get along.”

[tokiohotelposts]

Biology- T.Kaulitz

Summary: Reader is studying but Tom is keep distracting her

Warnings:18+,smut, p in v, 2007 Tom

Tom is at your place while you are studying biology because tomorrow you have a test but Tom is keep distracting you. Like kissing your neck, touches your thighs or hips.

"Tom I can't study like that." You say not taking off your eyes from your notes.

"I can teach you more biology than the books." The smirk in his voice is hearable.

"This test is important!"

"And what is exactly you are have a test from?" He plays with his lip ring with his tongue.

"Human body."

"I can teach you somethings." He smirks and kiss your neck. He than puts your books away and pull you onto his lap.

"What are you doing? I need t-" "Shut up." He kisses your lips. You can't help but kiss back and put your hands on his neck.

He lays you down on the bed pinning you down on the bed with his bodyweight and moves his hands under your shirt and moving his fingers at the hem of your bra causing you to moan a little.

"You are so beautiful, Meine Liebe."

He pulls off your shirt and kisses your neck starting to create a hickey.

"Are you crazy? My parents are downstairs!" You whisper yelled.

"Then you have to be quiet." He sucks on your neck and you moan softly.You pull off his shirt and soon you two were just in your underwears'.

"You are so beautiful, baby." He kisses you and his hands moving to the clip of your bra and unclips it and throw it on the floor.

"You could've at least lock the door." "Don't worry! I already did it." He kisses your shoulder then ran his finger between the place of your breasts to the hem of your panties.

He teases your cloth heat and you moan but he shuts you up.

"You don't want your parents hear us, right princess?" You shake your head. "Good girl."

He kisses your chest and your breasts. Then move down to your stomach and then kisses your thighs. He slowly pulls down your panties revealing that you are soaking wet and he licks his lips.

"Mmm...so wet just for me." He kisses your inner thigh moving his kisses upward. He than look up at you for permission and you nod.

You feel him kissing your heat and you throw your head back onto the pillow.

"S-Shit." You close your eyes giving yourself completely to the pleasure. Tom is flicking his tongue on your clit and you move your hands through his dreadlocks. He pushes a finger into you causing you to moan out loud then covered your mouth. Soon you hear a knock on the door.

"Sweetie? You okay?" You hear your mother while Tom is still eating you out so it's hard to speak.

"Y-Yeah mom! I-I'm fine!" You try your best not to moan out. "Just... It's really hard to st-udy." You shut your eyes close feeling yourself close to the edge.

You hear footsteps fading away. And Tom adds another finger. "F-fuck." You breath out. "I'm so close!" You say.

"Cum for me baby!" And as soon as he says this out your back arch and your mouth gap open and you moan but Tom covers your mouth and you moan into his hand.

As soon as you come down from your high Tom kisses your neck.

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world."

He says and you blush. "Aww you are so cute when you blush." He teases and kiss your cheek. "I'm gonna teach you some biology now." He says and slowly pushes himself into you.

"God... you're so tight." He groans. "You are the big!" You hiss back. "Oh someone cut your tongue." He thrusts into you showing his full lenght into you and you moan but he kisses you and start to thrust into you.

"Shit." You moan into his mouth while he thrusts harder into you. You feel him moving in and out of you. While his name is leaving your mouth every now and then between moans. "That's it. Moan my name." He groans.

He wraps your legs around his waist for a better access and you moan out while he is groaning into your ear. You move in sync with him. "Tom... I-am sso cl-ose." You moan. "Hold on a little bit more. I'm almost there." He moans and pick up the pace causing you to cry out in pleasure. And he is kissing your neck and make a few hickeys on your skin while you are scratching his back.

"You are incredible my love." He breaths out then after he catches his breath he goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm towel and cleans you up then lays next to you. "I love you." You say. "I love you too." He kisses your lips softly. "I'm sure you won't fail tomorrow!" He chuckles.

Your back arch and your high is even closer. "Let it go baby." He groans and you cum and he pulls out jerking off a little and let himself go onto your stomach and lays next to you and kiss your cheek.

[nelapanela94]

you should write about how the reader would be treated on their birthday!! from fluff to smut, i want it all (and definitely not because its my birthday tomorrow)

Warnings: Female bodied reader, Fluff and smut, post war.

Happy Birthday (delayed) Anon!!!! I hope you had a great day. Sorry for the late reply but this week was leaden with work and on top of that I had an allergic reaction to a medication.

I hope you like it!

Frightening, tantalizing.  

Vertigo.  

At what point did life begin to sound different? At what point did he stop seeing you as just another comrade? Perhaps when you fell wounded in his arms, or when you spent all night with him when he caught a fever that makes you hallucinate? The world tipped under his feet and your thunderous laughter turned into a silky caress.  

The buttercream is not smooth enough, and with three fingers he pins the last dot of Happy Birthday! A little choppy but readable. The two brain cells left in your head will catch it. For the first time you moved in together, he does not grumble for you waking up late on a Sunday; he is glad, indeed, that you are still snoring under the duvet. He rose before the sun to bake and decorate the cake, to sweep and mop again, to festoon the living room with balloons and confetti. Great! More to clean after, but Gabi and Falco convinced him with puppy eyes. And as long as it makes you smile; it is all worth it.  

From your room breaks a yawn and the trepidation ripples through his nerves. He hangs the apron and dusts off his hair from remnants of wheat flour. Then takes a last look to the kitchen-slash-dining room. Happy Birthday glints in gold on the walls.

Water gurgles in the sink; he puts aside the piping bags and the scraper and sets the cake stand in the middle of the dining table.  

“Levi?” The balls of your feet pat-pat on the wooden floor. “Why are you awake so early?” The creaking at the end of the corridor is his cue. He clears his throat, but his voice lacks glee and enthusiasm.  

“Happy birthday.” 

Yet your eyes spark, you cover your gasp, and relief soothes him. 

“You… Levi!” You dash with open arms and pounce on him in a tight, air sucking hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You shriek, but all his brain can process is the smell of your hair. Rosemary, ginger, a tinge of sweat.

Air plunges back into his lungs, and you pad to the table. “You didn’t have to! You even made a cake.” You swipe a finger on the white cream, and hum as the sweetness coddles your palate.  

Levi smiles.  

You are lucky to keep your inner child. The ability to marvel at trivial things.  

“May I?” The tail of the ribbon swirls around your licked finger. Levi nods and you pull the lace. The brightness in your eyes intensifies, a heart-melting smile curves the corners of your lips. “No way!”  

A dress. A dress you spot on a display once roaming the most exclusive neighborhood in town. The dress you have spent months saving for. The shimmery maxi dress with a deep v neck, opened back, layered skirt. Revealing but far from slutty, skimming your hands.  

Your eyes shift to him. “This is too much, Levi.” 

“We can return it to the store.” He says, meaning, it is never too much for you. You drop the dress on your bed and rush back to the kitchen.  

“Can we have cake for breakfast?”  

“Uh-huh.” He rummages through for a knife and two plates while you flit around the place with your camera-last year’s present-freezing in time the wobbly cake, the decoration, Levi covered in confetti and other cake ingredients; but it is so hard to focus on something else other than your bare legs, those pajama shorts hardly concealing the end of your ass.

To burn with desire and keep quiet is the worst of tortures, and he himself is the executioner. He controls himself, brushes the salacious thoughts away.  

You do not leave a crumb on your plate. “Keep an eye on me or I will eat it all before dusk.”  

You look pretty, with messy hair and puffy face, with that old T-shirt that is close to becoming a cleaning rag.  

“Are you listening?” 

He raises his brow.  

“I’d like to go on a walk today. I don’t know, you and I…” You blush. “I was wondering how your leg is feeling.”  

“Good.” He piles the dishes and heads to the kitchen, stainless steel clattering on porcelain. “It’s your day, we can do whatever you want.”   

You notice his limping, his face twitching in discomfort, the shifting of weight from leg to leg.  

“I’d like to stay at home all day.”

He peels away his eyes from the foam, and stares at you. He does not flinch, just stares. Waiting. You moist your lips but the words clog your throat.  

Levi, wine, living room dance, souvlaki and agioritiki from the restaurant down the street for lunch.  

“I’ll take a shower,” you say, striding back to your room.  

Levi wipes his hands dry and flops on the couch. His head rolls toward the corridor that leads to the bedrooms, and he sighs. Nothing pains him more than your pity. You giving up your plans because of him.

Chopped, half blind, scarred. Crippled. His body does not respond as it used to, his muscles have faded along with his strength. He chuckles at the absurdity not to cry. He would never be enough. 

His good eye darts to the pictures on the coffee table, Hange thumbing up with a beam on their face, and he scowling with folded arms on the chest. Pins of nostalgia that hold us without permission; how selfish is the clock . The remnants play in his mind like kids in a merry-go-round.

His eyelids are leaden, and finally, the weariness washes over him.  

When he wakes up, the window is open, the balmy breeze of the Indian summer tosses the curtains. The temperature has risen, and he glances at the wooden clock across the room.  

11:30  

Flimsy snores stir him, and his eyes go wide when his consciousness switches the notch back to reality. Your shoulders rise and fall steadily, and your feet dangle over the armrest. You are snuggled on him, your warmth fondling him. The spaghetti straps of your white top slings around your upper arm. Nothing divulges the presence of a bra. He tosses his head back and focuses so his blood continues reaching every corner of his system, avoiding a cluster of red blood cells in his groin.  

“Levi.” Your sleepy voice coats his name in lemon and vanilla ice cream. He cracks open one eye. “You always smell so good.” You mumble, making him smirk. He feels like he is walking on a mined field. The wrong move and he will obliterate everything. But your lips are plump and dewy, and he cannot stop himself from dragging a finger along the curve of your mouth. Suddenly, your eyes blink open, but he does not back away. You stare at him, your lips parting for him.

You shift your weight, wriggling up until your foreheads touch.  

You cradle his face in your hands, brushing your thumbs on the curve of his cheeks. His fingers linger on your back. You can feel his erratic heartbeat against you, his breath stroking your lips.  

“Kiss me.”  

His eyes flick from your mouth to your eyes searching for any hint of doubt, repulsion, or regret. But the shackles have always been tied to his feet.  

“I know you want it too.” You whisper. “Kiss me.” 

He nods, his nose bumps yours, a tease that makes you giggle. Slowly, you lean in, your breaths mingling. His lips touch yours lightly, pull back, and this time, they lambaste you. Time stands still, and in that fleeting moment, you feel an electric connection that sends shivers down your spines. Your lips are juicy as passion fruit. His heart leaps between two elements: excitement and fear. The fear of hurting you, the fear of rejection, the fear of losing you. But you kiss him back, and the walls of the fortress he built to protect himself crumble at his feet.

Panting, he pulls away, his fingers thread in the unmoored strands of hair on your back. Your cheeks are ruddy, and a shy smile peeks on your lips. Your pupils have drowned the color of your eyes, tiny diamonds glinting in their depths. Levi kisses your cheeks, your nose, the arches of your brows, tips your head up and drops kisses in the curve of your neck. You close your eyes, your nipples are firm like bitsy pebbles, a tingling sensation fluttering in your lower belly. You rake your fingers through his hair, your hands tangling in the back of his neck. You kiss him again. A kiss filled with longing, desire, and a promise of sweet surrender. Passionate, urgent, needy. Igniting a grenade.  

“I want you.” A moan breaks from your mouth, and your desperate hands slip down his body, fidgeting with the button of his pants. A playful smirk curls your lips when you notice the painful strain under his briefs. He pins your hands off him, warning you with his gaze. A point of no return.  

“Are you sure?” His husky voice is like a path of gravel. And you would gladly walk barefoot.  

Without breaking eye contact, you nod.  

“Pieces of you are not enough. I want you all.”  

He wraps his arms around you, trying to coax those three words from his chest. His hands sneak under your top, moving around the smooth hot skin of your back, trailing the knobs of your spine. Your breath rags, and warmth spreads under your navel, aching with desire. You unravel from his embrace, and the wood slabs fret under your feet. You swiftly discard your top, loosen your hair, and hurl it back.  

“Beautiful.”  

You bite your lips, hands trembling. You sit astride on his legs, his hands roaming the supple skin around your hips. The tenderness and lust with which he looks at you makes your soul tremble and assures you that he is the one. “Touch me.”  You guide him to your breasts and then you leave him in his own devices. His eyes are full of love, admiration and awe; quivering hands explore you. He tweaks your nipples between his fingers and wheedles a gasp before taking one into his mouth. You loom closer gripping the back of his neck, releasing the coiling tension by rocking your hips against him. Your skin is hot and burning, glowing like an ember, searing under his touch. No man has ever made you feel this cherished and desirable, despite the scars on your skin, vestiges of the battles.

Your nipple pops out of his mouth, his lips paving the road in the valley of your breasts to pamper the neglected side. His tongue swirls around the hardened peak, captive between his teeth.

"Holy shit!" You hiss, pain vanishing and giving way to pleasure.  

His name drips from your mouth, the throb between your thighs driving you insane, ravaging any trace of rationality. You urge him, pulling his head up by his hair, and catch his ravenous gaze. His smug smile pinkish and sodden. He pushes you off him, and you veer to the side, landing on your knees. Then he tugs you by the back of your knees, dragging your butt to the edge and kneels between your legs, caressing the back of your thighs.  

“Please” you bring a finger down the curve of his nose. “Fuck don’t make me beg on my birthday.”  

“I’m not that of an asshole.” He grins, raises your hips, and pulls down your bottoms with one hand. Pushes your legs open and presses kisses on your inner thighs. Your slit glistens with the urgency of being touched and filled. You close your eyes, and your fingers dig into the cushions. Breath itching, heart racing. You turn off your thoughts and insecurities and just give in to the pleasure of his fingers thrusting inside you, of his tongue laving your engorged clit. A spool of moans bursts from your mouth, and your hips jerk forward, seeking solace, prompting him for more.

Your neighbors better plug their ears.

He pulls his finger out, leaving an aching void. But the disappointment fades at once. Nasty suckling sounds fill the living room, drool runs down his chin. He parts your lips with his tongue and glides it flat from your asshole to your clit. Your eyes bang open as two, no, three fingers plunge inside you, rocking back and forth, hitting that spot that draws constellations on your skin. He knows where to touch, where to lick, where to nip, your body opens to him at its own will. Your walls spam and contract around his fingers, his tongue doing wonders, circling and flicking on your clit. Your knuckles lose their color, and strangled whimpers shatter your breathing. You bite your lips and your back arches in a beautiful bow, and all the tension dissolves into waves of pleasure.  

“Levi Levi LEVI!” You wear out his name, pumping up his ego. He does not let you catch your breath, and instead, he drowns you with your taste on his mouth. Your resistance is a tickle on his chiseled chest. He lays you on the couch and undresses, your hair tangled and soaked in a crown around your head. You turn your head to the side where his clothes fall to his feet, your gaze skimming up his legs, relishing in his erection. The head of his fat, veiny cock grazing the trail of hair that chalks all the way down. You lick your lips, wondering what it would feel like inside you.  

“I want your cock inside me.” You blurt with grabby hands, cajoling a genuine laugh. His body is beautifully sculpted, his muscles flexing with the slightest move. “You’re so fucking handsome.”  

“You should write poetry.” He quips, shaking his head. But you throw a cushion at him. 

“Come here, my pussy needs your cock right now.”  

He crawls on top of you, parting your legs with his knees. “Are you sure about this?” He leans down, his elbows pressing into the foam, and kisses you again. You feel the tip of his dick poking around your entrance, tempting. You curl your hand around his length, coaxing a little gasp form him, and rub him up and down your wet slit. You find the entrance and spur him to move forward. Haughtily, he nudges your hand of the way. “Too nosy.”  

He states at you. The ends of his silky hair grazing your forehead.

The infinite always tries to hide in your eyes.

“Just fuck me,” you whimper and kiss him, wrapping your arms behind his head. His chest pressed on yours as he pushes in, inch by inch stretching you. “Mmmm, Levi.” He is halfway in, and your pussy is working overtime to take him all. His frazzled breath fans the cradle of your neck, his lips quivering at the ambrosial sensation engulfing him. He relishes in your warmth, your tightness, your body adjusting to his size. 

“You feel so good, you feel so good.” You mumble, raking your nails down his shoulders and back.  

“Are you ok?” He rises by a fraction to look at your ruddy face and brushes away a strand of hair.  

You nod, and smile at him, mapping each one of his scars with the tip of your finger as he remains nestled inside you. Two stars lost in the infinite, you and him, that converged in this life. “It’s you what I’ve always wanted,” you coo, caressing his hair. “You always protected me, Levi. Now, let me take care of you.” You press a light kiss on his right eyelid, and blinking the tears away, he casts a tender smile. His soul sparks and his skin frissons as he rocks his hips, grunts wrenching out from his chest. His pretty sounds fall into your ear, your bodies zooming in and out at a luscious, lazy pace.  

You embrace him as if there was a way to get even closer, as if you could trade atoms with every thrust. You bite your lips, holding back moans, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your nails carve red half-moons in the back of his shoulder as e increases the tempo, desperate to take you to the edge.  

“FuckShitFuckShit, Levi. Fuck, don’t stop.”  

His cock twitches, his hips stutter, his last thrusts are erratic as if he can’t control his movements anymore. You mewl his name, your gut tightening, as your conscience slips out from reality. He pushes deep into you one last time, groaning his repertoire. And your walls flutter around him, milking every last drop of him.   

The world whirls and he loses his balance. Vertigo.

Before he collapses, he mutters, “happy birthday.”

[moonchildstyles]

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he has the perfect pussy eating nose like???? 😵‍💫 i know he goes crazyyyyy eating someone out flicking it back n forth on their cli…[GUNSHOTS]

do NOT!!!!!!!! Get me started on his nose you are SOOOOOOsick for bringing that up!!!!!! Like him like nuzzling in against you and mushing his nose again ur cl*t and you can feel it right there while he’s licking you open and KMSKSMSMDMF JUSY OKSKEKDKFMG and like maybe this is a little soft but when he pulls back and comes up to kiss you even w his face all wet and dirty I know in my heart that you’d have to kiss his nose too bc it’s so cute but also now ur tasting urself on him 🥸

[chxsn1]

your thoughts swirl and fade in your head like smoke rings. your stomach locks up as you feel my finger tips trace down your sides and your legs. fighting to stifle a giggle as i kiss your body, leaving behind a cold trail of prints from your panty line to your neck. you're slowly turned over and the kisses proceed down your back and ass, becoming playful bites.

i lay my full weight on you, arm hitched around your waist, pulling you close as i grind. gathering your hair, softly tugging so you'll lift your neck. licking and whispers and desperate groans, telling you how good you feel, rolling my weight harder into you. when i can feel you pushing back into me, i hold your chin, taking forced kisses and sucking on your tongue, pulling your waist and ass higher into the air. you moan into my mouth when you feel my fingers slide in, the other half of my hand gently cupping and rubbing your cl*t. i play with you in this position, edging until your knees are shaking and you can't keep your eyes open.

i slowly roll you, pulling your legs over my shoulders, admiring and praising your skin and your body and the sounds you make when you let me touch you. i pull your hair behind your head as i finally enter you, taking my time to let you stretch around me, kissing your chin as your eyes roll back. rocking back and forth deep inside you i tell you how much i love making you cum. how good you feel all gushy and wet. how you deserve to cum your brains out every night. you work so hard all the time, can't i just make you feel good for once? i thrust deeper and increase my pace because i don't actually want you to answer. i want you to give in. i want your back curled up and your moans louder and a smile on your face cause you're finally getting what you deserve. isn't that right, princess? tell daddy you deserve it while i pound you silly

[whoreinthemaking]

Mi Rey and I won’t be seeing each other for about two weeks after tonight and we both have pretty high sex drives.

He works day shifts and I work second so he’ll be gone before I wake up, but he stayed up with me for a while and we took a shower. He bent me over the bathroom sink and had his way with me, filling me up. I will never not like it when he fills me.

Sadly, I wasn’t able to cum from that position and he needed to go to bed so he can wake up. I decided to read and about two hours after he fell asleep, he became semi conscious and started playing with my cl*t. I reached into his boxers and shortly after, we were both moaning softly. He gave his consent for me to ride him and the thrill of knowing he woke up and wanted to please me and was letting me take what I wanted helped send me over the edge.

He started to thrust up, using my body and filling me for the second time before needing to sleep again. All of this while he was basically half asleep. Able to talk but so tired, I don’t even think he opened his eyes. Simply enjoying the sensations of everything. Like a good girlfriend, I licked up our mess off of him before he passed out.

Moral of the story: get you a partner that won’t let you go unsatisfied

[pebblepathblog]

10 Cheeky Candles Every Couple Needs to Turn Up the Heat in the Bedroom

For couples who like their romance spicy, their humor dirty, and their nights unforgettable.

Warning: These 10 Hilarious Candles Might Lead to Steamy Nights

I have to confess something. For the longest time, I thought candles were just… candles. You know, those things you light when the power goes out or when you want your room to smell like “vanilla dream” or whatever. But then, I came across these candles, and oh boy, they’re not your regular romantic “rose petals and soft jazz” type of candles. These are spicy. Like, laugh-out-loud while blushing at the same time kind of spicy.

Now, I’m not usually the type to overshare, but let me tell you, these candles have sparked some unforgettable moments in my relationship. I mean, who knew a little wax and a cheeky label could be the ultimate mood setter? They’re like the love child of humor and seduction, wrapped in one perfect gift.

So, whether you’re looking to rekindle the flame (pun intended) or just have a good laugh with your partner, let me introduce you to 10 candles that are as bold as they are intimate.

1. “Light Me When You Want to Get Freaky”

Let’s start with the classic. This candle doesn’t beat around the bush, it gets straight to the point. I lit this one during date night, and let’s just say the movie we were watching became… irrelevant.

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2. “Light Me When You Want Me on My Knees”

Okay, this one had me cackling when I first saw it. But here’s the thing: it works. I mean, who wouldn’t love a candle that makes the intentions crystal clear? I’ll just leave it at that.

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3. “Light Me When You Want to Get Nasty Nasty”

Not just “nasty.” This one doubles down, and honestly, it’s the candle equivalent of wearing lingerie that you know is going to get a reaction.

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4. “Light Me When You Want Me to Play with Your Joystick”

If your partner is a gamer, this one’s a no-brainer. I lit this during one of my boyfriend’s Call of Duty marathons, and let’s just say… the controller was abandoned within minutes.

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5. “When This Candle’s Lit, It’s Time to Lick My Cl*t”

Do I even need to explain this one? It’s bold, it’s direct, and it gets the job done. Literally.

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6. “When This Candle’s Lit, I Need You to Give Me Big Dick Energy”

This candle is basically my way of saying, “Bring your A game tonight.” And honestly? He delivered.

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7. “When This Candle’s Lit, I’m in the F*cking Mood”

This one is for those nights when subtlety is overrated. I lit this after a long, stressful day, and it was the best stress relief I’ve had in a while.

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8. “Light Me When You Want a Blow Job”

This candle is as straightforward as they come. No preamble, no guessing, just a clear, glowing message.

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9. “Light Me When You’re H*rny AF”

Perfect for when you’re too shy to say it out loud but still want to make your intentions known. Let the candle do the talking for you.

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10. “Light This Candle If You Want a Quickie”

This one is my favorite because it’s practical and hilarious. Sometimes, you’re short on time but big on energy, and this candle is here for it.

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Why These Candles Work

Here’s the thing, relationships thrive on connection, but connection doesn’t always have to be deep or serious. Sometimes, it’s about laughing together, being playful, and letting your guard down. These candles aren’t just gifts, they’re icebreakers, mood-setters, and little sparks of joy in the chaos of everyday life.

Gift giving, in general, is such a beautiful way to say, “I see you, I love you, and I want to make you smile.” But a gift like this? It’s the ultimate combo of thoughtfulness and humor. You’re not just giving a candle, you’re giving a memory, a laugh, and probably a story your partner will never forget.

Why You Need These Candles in Your Life

The first time I gave one of these candles to my partner, we couldn’t stop laughing. It wasn’t just about the cheeky label, it was the fact that I had taken the time to find something that perfectly matched our sense of humor and intimacy. It made us feel closer, not because of the candle itself, but because of what it represented, a relationship that’s fun, flirty, and never boring.

So, whether you’re shopping for an anniversary, Valentine’s Day, or just a random Tuesday night, do yourself a favor and grab one of these candles. Trust me, your relationship will thank you.

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Freaky Candle Collection