#like???? he doesn’t fixate much but when he does he can’t let go

[classyrbf]

you and bf!choso who’ve decided that you can’t fuck each other for a week. It was a stupid challenge both of you made up while drunk and the loser who breaks first has to do all the house chores for a month. You thought it was a huge joke, but you were oh so wrong. He’d push you away at any sort of intimacy, even a hug. You could tell it was making him break. Just a slight south on his shoulder made him jumpy. He wasn’t handling as well as he thought he would. It was funny to see him losing his mind, whining about not being able to touch or kiss you. “You did this to yourself, Cho.” You smiled. “You can still touch and kiss me, we just can’t…have sex.” You shrugged.

Choso plopped his head into the pillow. “That’s the point! If I do any of those things, all I can imagine is fucking you.” His muffled words come through the pillow. And though he has been getting the worst end of the stick, you’ve also been missing your man…a little too much. You sneakily undress yourself, climbing into bed while he’s face down, your hands running up and down his bare back, completely unaware of your malicious intent.

“Come on, baby. As long as you don’t put it in, we’ll win.” You try so hard to break him, but you know how tenacious he is. He shakes his head, covering his ears to rid himself of your sultry voice.

“I will not listen to you devil woman. You cannot persuade me.” He’s completely lying because he’s hard right now and trying so hard to distract his mind, but it always leads back to you.

“No? Not even if I do this?” You grab one of his hands, placing it on your bare chest. His hand freezes when he feels your warm skin, taking a second to recognize what he’s touching. It slightly moves, his thumb running over your hardened nipple. “I’m bored, Cho! I miss you, baby. Please, please—” He quickly pushes you back on the bed, his body hovering you. His eyes hurriedly scan your naked body, taking in every inch of you.

“Baby, no,” he breathes. “You can’t—god, fuck. Why are you like this? You know I can’t resist you.” He says above a whimper, squeezing his eyes shut. But when he feels your hands run down his abs and into his sweats, his eyes spring open to see that wicked smile on your face. “Fine, fine , fine.” He quickly pulls his sweats off, tossing them to the floor, his cock already throbbing. “Fuck, you’re crazy…I love it.”

“I know you do,” you giggle, slowly jerking him off. “If you just do…this,” you rub his cock along your folds, his tip nudging against your clit, “and go slow, we’ll be fine.” You bite down on your bottom lip. He lets out a shaky breath, moving his hips as his cock glides up and down your pussy, gathering slick and smearing it. “There you go, baby. Good job.” You praise.

He gulps, everything in him just wants to be inside you. He can feel your warmth, your wetness, how badly you need him. He needs you just as much. He doesn’t know why he’s so determined to win this challenge, he could forfeit right now just to get a feel of your pussy. He feels like it’s been forever, when it’s only been five days. Is he losing his mind? Why does this feel so good already? Everything about you is tempting him. You little whimpers and moans, your perky nipples that are begging to be sucked, you plump lips ready to be kissed. He can’t do it. He pulls away before he makes a mistake. “I-I can’t do it, baby.” His breaths are heavy, heart pounding against his ribcage. “We cant.” But he wants to so bad, he wants to keep going.

“You’re just gonna leave me all alone like this? Hm?” You blink your lashes up at him, reaching your hand down to your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. His eyes follow your hand, fully fixated.

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath. He’s so hard it hurts. Without even thinking, his cock is back on your pussy, his tip massaging your clit. “Can’t believe we’re doing this.” He looks up at you and sees just how much you’re enjoying this, that smile on your face and that glint in your eye. “You’re so wet, baby,” he huffs, your pussy squelching with each movement.

He spreads your legs further, slapping his cock against your cunt earning a small gasp from you before grinding against you again. He hates how good this feels, how easily he’s ready to cum. “Feels so good,” you moan, tossing your head into the plush comforter. He continues to rub his cock against your clit, sensitive from the five days of no sex. You pull at your taut nipples, adding another form of stimulation to help drive you to your orgasm. “You’re gonna make me cum just like that.” You suck in a breath, your eyes rolling back when he starts moving faster. “Just don’t put it inside, baby. I know you want to.” You shake your head at him, brows furrowing in pleasure.

He stares back at you, a teary look in his eyes as he fights so hard. You can tell he’s close too, his chest rapidly moving up and down with each whimpering breath, and his flexed abs. “Fuck, I want it so bad. Wanna cum inside you so fucking bad,” he moans softly. “I’m gonna cum—mmmph! Baby, cum with me, please,” he begs, his voice breaking. “Ah, ah, shit!” His body shakes as thick ropes of cum coat your pussy, covering every inch. Both of your moans mixed as you both entered your highs, cumming just seconds after him. He continues to rub his cock through your folds, smearing his cum in each crevice but inside.

“Did such a good job holding back, Cho. Mmm, come here.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a heated kiss. His hands ghosted over your skin, gripping at the flesh of your waist. “That felt so good.” You lazily smile at him.

“I was losing my goddamn mind. I still am.” His eyes flutter shut. “And I’m still hard,” he groans in annoyance. “This is your fault.”

“Sorry,” you laugh. “I just wanted to have a bit of fun.” You peck his lips as he falls back onto the bed. “I missed you.” You climb on top of him.

“I missed you too, but we have to behave. Only two days.” You grips your waist, tracing circles on your skin.

“But if we both win, who does the chores?” You questioned.

Choso sat in silence for a moment. “That’s actually a good question. I guess both of us?” He shrugged.

“And if we both lose?” You say in a playful voice, leaning down to press kisses against his neck. “Doesn’t that mean we both do the chores still? So, technically we can have sex…”

[alpali]

yum !

haikyuu boys reaction to you biting them (lovingly), a little spicy in rin’s

tobio

he is the most confused man on earth

but he likes it too????

who’s gonna match his freak

He’s just in the kitchen getting some food out of the fridge

And there you go, skipping towards him

“Hi Tobi.” You quip, your hands smoothing out on his stomach.

Even though you two have been together for so long

He’s such a nervous baby when it comes to any kind of attention from you

“Hi.” He says with a small smile.

You smile evilly, your mouth inching closer to his neck.

He’s unaware of all of this mind you.

Until it’s to late and now your teeth are kinda sinking into his skin

He lets out a noise of surprise and his whole body shudders, maybe even shuts down too

You giggle at his reaction and he whips around to you

“W-What was that.” He says with brows pulled together and a bright red face

“I bit you.”

“Why?”

“I dunno.”

“I liked it.”

“What?”

“Hm?”

He does it more than you now.

koshi

He loves it so much don’t get me started

He LIVES for your bites

He always has such a pleasing smile on his face the moment you do it

And he ALWAYS kisses you after

In your defense he was just to fucking cute for you to not bite him

You were both cuddling and Koshi was just being his sappy sweet teasing self

He was attacking you with kisses and compliments

“My pretty baby.”

smooch.

“Love you so much.”

smooch.

You were laughing and well, couldn’t take it anymore

Your hands cup his cheeks and you swiftly move your head

Biting down on the space between his neck and shoulder

He laughs out loud, looking at you with amusement

“You bit me!” He’s cracking up

“I had to.”

“Really now?”

“Mhm.”

He kisses you, nibbling on your lip

“Koshi!” You exclaim.

“What! This is our thing now.”

And he fully means it

wakatoshi

plz he has no idea how to feel about it😭

he likes it????

But like he genuinely thinks there’s a reason as to why you’re biting him

“Are you hungry...?”

“Nope!”

“Okay…”

He always jumps when you do bite him

He definitely looks it up LMFAO

A whole Google search

‘What does it mean when your partner bites you’

He’s so unfamiliar with this

Cuteness aggression?

Are you biting him because you’re angry?

He eyes you after too

With pursed lips and blinking eyes

Just pure confusion

“Why do you keep biting me. You said you weren’t hungry. Do you have an oral fixation?”

gagged

“Honestly yea, for your biceps.” You smirk.

“Why?”

“Because you’re sexy.”

He looks down at them with your teeth marks everywhere

And he’s blushing AWWW

Definitely when he figures out he likes to be marked

He even starts absentmindedly holding his arm out for you just so you can place a little chomp

“You like it now?” You say as you squish his muscle

“I wouldn’t say so. But you like it.”

“I do.”

“Then maybe I do like it.”

rintaro

this fucking freak.

it just does things to him

other than the sudden chills he gets

he always smirks at you

HE NEEDS TO BE RESTRAINED

his pants?

gone.

he gets so horny 😭😭

he’s just a guy🎀

The moment your teeth graze ANY where

he’s on his knees

at your mercy

“You want it so bad.”

LIKE WHATTTT

He HATES when you do it in public though

because he can’t be all over you

Especially in front of the Miya twins

you don’t even greet him with a kiss it’s just a bite on his neck and he’s a puddle

“Just do it.”

just vote just vote

LIKE DO WHAT?!

He wants you to leave marks everywhere

Now those he’ll definitely show off he doesn’t gaf

© alplai

[sunshineangel0]

han jisung + overstimulation/oral fixation

a/n - very pussy drunk jisung!! (also, the taglist is growing 🥹 thank you so much everyone!!)

“Ji—Jisung, I can’t,” you whimper, voice cracking, barely hanging on. Your throat is hoarse from crying out his name, your thighs shaking uncontrollably on either side of his head. Your body’s wrecked—nerves fried, chest heaving, pussy aching from overstimulation—but he doesn’t care.

Or maybe he does. Just not in the way that means stopping.

He’s buried between your legs like he’s never coming up for air, tongue frantic, sloppy, relentless. It’s not about finesse anymore. He’s desperate, driven by something primal, mouth dragging over every inch of you with no intention of mercy. He groans when your hips buck, tongue flattening against your clit as if the sound of your pleasure is feeding him.

You’ve lost count of your orgasms. Two? Three? Doesn’t matter. You can feel another building already, pressure coiling again in your gut, raw and sharp. And he’s still going. Still acting like this is the first taste. Like he’s starving.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he grits out between licks, voice low and ruined. He’s panting like he’s the one being touched, rutting into the bed with the kind of urgency that says he’s getting off just from this—just from the sounds you make, the way your legs clamp around his ears every time he hits the right spot.

“Can’t stop—can’t—fuck—just let me keep going, please—”

He’s not asking. Not really. Not with the way his fingers dig into your hips to hold you in place when you try to squirm away, nails biting into your skin hard enough to leave marks. He’s in control, completely, and he knows it.

“You’re not done,” he growls, finally pulling back enough to speak. His voice is feral. His lips are slick and swollen, chin glistening, eyes glazed over with something that looks a lot like obsession. He’s grinning—crazed, almost cocky. “You said I could do whatever I wanted tonight. Remember that, baby?”

Before you can even answer—before the thought can form—he’s back on you, hungrier than before. His mouth is messier, wetter, like he’s trying to drown in you. You feel every flick, every moan, every filthy drag of his tongue like a live wire under your skin.

You scream his name, back arching off the bed, hands flying to his hair, fingers twisting hard. Desperate.

But it only turns him on more.

He groans—loud and guttural—and fucks himself harder against the mattress. He’s chasing his own high from between your legs, like this is the only thing that gets him off.

“Shit,” he breathes, voice shaking. “You’re so wet—so fucking sweet—could eat this pussy every night. Morning too. Fuck breakfast—this is what I wanna wake up to.”

He seals his mouth over your clit and sucks, hard. Your whole body jolts like he flipped a switch, vision going white around the edges. You gasp, curse, cry—words spilling out broken and useless.

And then, without warning, his fingers slide into you—deep and slick and curling just right.

Your back bows. Your breath catches. And he’s still not done. Not even close.

Judging by the way he’s moaning into you—like he needs this, like he lives for it—he’s not stopping until you can’t speak. Until you forget your own name. Until he’s made you come again and again and again.

And maybe, if he gets his way, you'll beg him to never stop.

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DRUNK–DAZED ✴️ when they are drunk

𝗢𝗥──────── 𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗍, 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽’𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗓𝖾. 𝗂’𝗆 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗍.

𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖶𝓉𝖨𝖬𝖤 𖹭 drunk!enhypen x female!reader 13OO established relationship 𝒊 skinship kissing alcohol

❛ 姫　❜ this has been on my mind for a while now, it’s not what i wanted it to be but it’s fun nonetheless 😚 @bywonyo 寝るんだ ..

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HEESEUNG

it is not your first time seeing your boyfriend desperately drunk. it is not the last time either— that is for sure. however, no matter how many times you experience this side of him, you can’t help but giggle each time.

“heeseung,” you call him, although his doe eyes are already fixated on you. he doesn’t respond, unable to due to the big smile drawn on his face. he looks like he is waiting for you to continue. “are you drunk?”

the answer is more than obvious. but it isn’t what you are waiting for, absolutely not. there is always something more.

the man sitting in front of you parts his mouth, about to give a response to your question. he is close from forming proper words to respond to you. but soon enough, he forgets it halfway and breaks into a fit of giggles instead.

you are quick to join him in his sudden burst. you let him pull you closer to himself, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while he laughs.

JAY

a sudden pressure on your body makes you jolt awake, aggressively dragging you out of your slumber.

you look around. the ongoing television makes you understand that you are not in your room. perhaps, without meaning to, you fell asleep as you were waiting for your lover to come back home.

the scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of liquor as well as the nose rubbing against your neck’s skin tells you that he is home already.

“honey,” you start. he hums, sounding like a cat, when you pat the back of his head. to get ever more comfortable, the man hugs your waist before you continue, “you’re heavy.”

he doesn’t move. “you were waiting for me,” he affirms, deciding to ignore you by starting a new conversation. “i love you.”

JAKE

you were a tad taken aback the first time you saw your boyfriend getting drunk. him getting progressively more sad and teary made you feel the same way that watching a movie would do. the dramatic addition to it was the ending; him being a sobbing mess into your arms.

it is natural that you get a little worried whenever he goes out without you. which is why he always promises you that he won’t drink too much— and you make his friends swear to watch after him.

it never works out. the usual course of his nights out ends up with him weeping on the phone, asking for you to come pick him up quickly and making your heart beat with worry.

“baby, why are you crying?” you ask him, you gently shake his head cupped in your hands as do so. he sits in the chair in front of you. he always looks lovely when he cries, you can’t stop thinking about it when you wipe his tears, standing between his legs.

his voice is wobbly whereupon he speaks, “because you weren’t there,” his grip on your shirt gets tighter. “and i missed you.”

you coo, rubbing the skin under his eyes to make the tears go away. you lean in, “but i’m here now.”

his eyes grow wide, the realization hits him just when you say it and he sobs. he gives you a bone breaking hug and puts his face in your chest.

SUNGHOON

it doesn’t take much for his hands to be all over you. even while sober, he is a very touchy boyfriend. and despite what he looks at first he loves to touch you, he loves to touch youa in public.

after a few drinks, he is even more touchy than he usually is— saying a lot would be an understatement. he doesn’t only want to become one with you but he refuses to let you go anywhere as well.

“hoon,” the man doesn’t need to turn his head to focus on you, he hasn’t stopped looking at you since he pulled you on his laps a few moments ago, “i need to go.”

there wouldn’t be the need to announce that to him if his grip on your hip wasn’t so strong. you are surprised when it gets somehow stronger, “to go where?”

you smile at his genuinely worried tone. his eyes are a bit sleepy because of the alcohol and the way his eyebrows shoot up makes you weak. “to the bathroom.”

he stays quiet for a moment, the loud music fills the silence between the two of you during the time he thinks about whether he should let you go or not. “i’ll go with you.”

SUNOO

it is impressive, really, how good he can take alcohol. for the entire time where you have known each other and been together, you don’t think you ever saw him getting drunk.

at the end of every party you attend, the one who is more drunk than the other is always you— and tonight, you decided to do everything to see your boyfriend more than just tipsy.

he takes the bet. he stays still, maintaining eye contact while you hold his chin. his gaze is teasing, challenging. you don’t tear your eyes off of him either as he downs the liquor, ignoring his adam apple that you want to admire so badly.

a drop of his drink falls on the side of his mouth, running down his chin. you wipe it off with your thumb before speaking, “are you drunk now?”

he thinks for a moment, his eyes follow you when you put the empty glass on the table next to you both.

“no,” he says and you can’t help but groan. “but i think that you feeding me makes me feel a lot of things.”

JUNGWON

the best time to try new things, according to him and his decisions, is when he is drunk out of his mind.

therefore, he sits next to you with the most serious expression he could muster. he runs his hand through his hair before starting, “do you like raisins?”

you furrow your brows, both confused by his question and about how he looks so cute all the time. there is a smile on your face when you answer, “yes, i do.”

that’s what he wanted to hear, his grin says it all. he puts his arm around you shoulder and gifts closer in a smooth motion, “what about a date?”

honestly, you don’t know if it’s because he is close enough for you to count his eyelashes or because you are also a bit tipsy but a laugh escapes from the barrier of your lips before you can notice it.

he doesn’t pull away or seem offended at all. after a long silence, he starts to giggle— his dimples get more obvious as he tells you, “you are so pretty.”

RIKI

he has been craving your lips ever since his first drink. his mind the tendency of voguing on the thought of kissing you as soon as the liquor connects with his tongue.

therefore, instead of telling you about it, he decides to corner you between the wall and himself. he makes sure his body is pressed into yours enough to make you unable to leave.

“kiss me,” his voice is low as he tells you. his eyes are dazed, focused on the pink shade of your lips while a smirk dances on his.

you giggle, “riki,” he is already halfway through your lips, the call of his name makes him halt in his movements, “no.”

he doesn’t move for a bit, then he grins, “why? you got a boyfriend?” there is a drunk sincerity in his voice, he has forgotten he is your boyfriend. “he doesn’t need to know, baby, nothing at all.”

he kisses you before you can protest. “no—” you smile against his mouth when he kisses you. “riki, you’re—” another kiss. ���too drunk!”

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๑ jeff the killer

Jeff knew he was right to kidnap you, you were just too pretty to not take home. It’s been a week now, do you think anyone’s still looking for you? Do you even care?

Jeff loves when you try and run. When you think you even have a chance of getting away from him. He might let you get a few feet away, but he’ll he dragging you back onto his cock with a laugh before you can get your hopes too high.

Jeff isn’t a graceful man. The most gentle he can get is when he’s fingering you open for his cock, holding you down and prepping you just how you like it.

Jeff loves when you get all nasty and depraved. You’re so desperate to cum you’ll do whatever he says whenever he wants it. He always makes sure to reward you for being so filthy.

Jeff gets so hard when you let him go as fast as he wants. You don’t try and stop him, just lay there and take it like he knows you can. You’re nothing but a fleshlight to him anyway.

The people in the room next to you could probably hear every knock of this headboard against the wall. But Jeff didn’t care. If he was going to have to spend his night in a filthy, two-star motel, then he was going to find something to make it enjoyable.

๑ ticci toby

What was Toby supposed to when you kept grinding back on him in your sleep? He couldn’t just ignore it, not when your panties are already soaked and leaving wet-spots on his boxers. Was it cause you were dreaming about him?

Toby only wore a condom because you were nervous about getting pregnant. But proxies can’t reproduce, no matter how many times they cum deep in your cunt. Looks like you finally figured that out…

Toby can’t believe he’s never done this before. How has he never fucked you when it feels this good? When you grip him so tight. He doesn’t think you’ll be able to stay just friends after this, not now that he knows how wet you get when he touches you.

Toby knew you climbed onto his lap because you wanted his cock, but he was going to make you work for it first. If you could come on his fingers, then he might just give you what you want. If he’s still up for it.

Toby who doesn’t know how to touch you yet. Doesn’t know where’s he’s supposed to put his hands or how he’s supposed to hold you. But what he does know, is that moving his hips like this makes you get really tight on his cock.

Toby knew this was bad. But when the proxies accidentally gave you too many sleeping pills, he was put in charge while the others went to find something to reverse the effects. He’d be quick, he promises. You’ll never even know he used you like this.

๑ eyeless jack

Jack always enjoys making you watch yourself cum in the mirror. Forcing you to look at every expression, every noise, every lewd thought that comes out of you. Be careful not to look away, he likes to stop and make you beg him to start going again.

Jack knows exactly how to angle his hips so he hits every sensitive spot inside you. You’re falling apart on his cock, barely making a sound from how choked out you are, body completely at his mercy.

Jack knows his way around your body. Every inch, every curve, every spot that makes you cum so hard you’re drooling. He always loves what pressing right there does to you.

Jack knows you can’t fit him inside yet. That’s alright, he’ll make sure you both still feel good.

Jack won’t always admit to his oral fixation, but when you’re dropping to your knees and begging to suck his cock, he can’t help the growl that tears from his throat. Just how much spit can you get all over yourself, huh?

Well good morning to you, too. Jack can barely get his hollow eyes open before he’s looking down and seeing your panties hooked around your ankles. At least let him wake up first so he can really show you how good he can make you feel…

๑ masky (tim wright)

It took forever for you to stop crying every time Masky broke into your home and dragged you out of bed. But when you finally stop begging him to stop and start begging him to go faster, he can’t help but reward you for being so good.

Masky hates when your stupid panties get in the way. But he doesn’t have the patience to take them off, so it’s not his fault if he ruins them.

Masky and you were supposed to take a quiet little getaway trip to his cabin near the lake. So when you stroll out from the bathroom in a tiny little lingerie set, he can’t be held responsible for just how loud he makes you. There’s no one around to hear you cry anyway.

Masky said he was sorry. He didn’t mean to make you upset. There had to be a way to make it up to you, he’d do anything. Anything.

Masky can’t help himself. Not when you’re laying on the motel bed across from him and arching so sinfully in your sleep. You keep shifting your hips, spreading your legs like you know what you’re doing to him. He’ll be gentle, but he just can’t resist it anymore.

Masky is starting to second guess taking that viagra. He didn’t know it would affect you so bad, he can hardly keep up when you’re riding his cock so fast it’s practically going numb. At this rate, he’ll cum before you do.

๑ hoodie (brian thomas)

Hoodie loves it when you can’t stop. As soon as he quits thrusting, your hips are moving to make up for the lack of stimulation. He could almost laugh, he’s got you so cock-whipped you don’t even realize it, or maybe you just don’t care anymore.

Hoodie always wonders when the two of you leave his bedroom why you get so many stares. You’re not being that loud, right? It doesn’t matter to him when you feel this good anyway. You can be as loud as you want when you cum on his cock.

Maybe this will teach you to talk back to him. Hoodie only wants what’s best for you, but if that means being bent over his lap and getting spanked so hard you’re crying, then that’s just what he’ll have to do.

Hoodie never would have thought being gone for so long would’ve made you so eager. It was only a couple of days, but apparently that was enough for you to push him into the coach and have your way with him. Maybe he should go on missions more often…

Hoodie can’t hide the boner in his jeans any longer. If you’re going to walk around town in those nasty little shorts, then he can’t be held responsible for what he does when he drags you back to the truck.

Hoodie knows he can have you any time he wants. He’s earned that right. It doesn’t matter how busy you are, if he decides he wants your cunt, then that’s what he’ll get.

๑ ben drowned

Ben can’t get enough of your new shorts. What is he supposed to do when you parade around in them, leaving absolutely nothing to his imagination. It was only a matter of time before he ripped them off of you anyway.

Ben has worked so hard lately. You think he deserves a little reward for being so good.

You bought this new vibrator for you and Ben to try. But when he takes a hold of the toy, and it starts vibrating at a pace faster than any of its normal settings, you just know he has something to do with it.

Ben always promises he’ll watch a movie together without having sex. But it’s always your hands that start to rub his leg first. The two of you never make it halfway in before you’re completely lost in each other.

Ben can’t believe you’re still cumming. What is this? Round 4? 5? It’s all good with him, he won’t stop until you’re sobbing and he’s shooting blanks. But until then…

Ben is too lazy to put it all the way in. You’ll be fine if he just fucks your thighs, right?

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[deansbeer]

face riding with dean but your thighs are burning.

warnings 𓏵 smut | oral sex (fem!receiving) | face riding | slight muscle fatigue | praise kink | dirty talk | overstimulation | stubble!dean | multiple orgasms | dean has an oral fixation (of course he would let’s be so real) | hair pulling | begging.

sticky notes 𓏵 everybody thank that one dean gifset with his stubble because this was the inspo behind it <3

the motel room is dimly lit by the flickering vacancy sign outside, casting everything in alternating shadows and neon red. you’ve lost track of how long you've been like this — knees planted on either side of dean’s head, thighs trembling with exertion as you rock against his mouth. the cheap headboard creaks with every movement, and you’re grateful sam decided to get his own room tonight.

“dean,” you gasp, fingers twisted in his short hair. “i can’t... my legs...” the burning in your thighs has graduated from pleasant ache to genuine fatigue, muscles protesting every roll of your hips. you try to lift yourself up, give yourself a break, but dean’s hands on your hips keep you firmly in place.

“you can,” he murmurs against you, the vibration of his voice making you shudder. his stubble scrapes against your inner thighs, a delicious contrast to his soft tongue. “doin’ good for me, sweetheart. just a little more.” one hand slides from your hip to tap gently against your thigh — once, twice, encouraging you to keep moving.

the thing about dean winchester is that he’s relentless. whether he’s hunting monsters or taking you apart with his mouth, he doesn’t do anything halfway. his tongue works against you with the same single-minded determination he brings to everything else, and even though your legs are screaming, you can’t help but rock down against him.

“that’s it, baby,” he praises when you find your rhythm again, his free hand sliding between your legs to join his mouth. his thumb finds your clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make your hips jerk. “fuck, you taste so good. could stay here all night.”

“you practically are,” you manage to say, which earns you a chuckle that sends vibrations through your core. it’s true though — dean’s been at this for what feels like hours, drawing out your pleasure until you’re a shaking mess above him. the man has the oral fixation of someone who’s spent too many years eating gas station food and is determined to savor anything good.

your thighs are properly shaking now, not just from arousal but from genuine muscle fatigue. you’ve been essentially doing squats for god knows how long, and even though the pleasure is incredible, your body has limits. “dean, please, i really can’t—”

he pulls back just enough to speak clearly. “yes, you can. know you can. you’re so fucking strong, baby.” his green eyes are dark in the low light, pupils blown wide as he looks up at you. there’s something wrecked in his expression, like getting you off is getting him off just as much. “love seeing you like this. using me, taking what you need.”

the praise shoots through you like lightning. dean doesn’t often get verbal during sex — he’s more of an action guy — but when he does, it never fails to affect you. his thumb presses harder against your clit as his tongue dives back in, and you cry out, grinding down despite your protesting muscles.

“there ya go,” he encourages, the hand on your hip tapping another rhythm against your skin. stay, it seems to say. keep going. i’ve got you. “so fuckin’ perfect. look at you, riding my face like you own it.” his voice is rough, muffled but still clear enough to make you flush. “that’s cause you do. you know. all yours.”

the combination of his words, his mouth, and his thumb on your clit is devastating. you’re close, have been close for a while, hovering on that edge as dean works you over. but your trembling thighs keep breaking your rhythm, making it hard to chase that final push over the edge.

“can’t, baby,” you whimper, frustration mixing with pleasure. “dean, i can’t move anymore.” your legs are jello, muscles completely shot, and you could cry from how badly you need to come but can’t get there.

“shh, i got you,” he soothes, and suddenly both hands are gripping your hips. “don’t need to move anymore, sweetheart. just let me...” he lifts his head, sealing his mouth over your clit and sucking hard while his tongue flicks rapidly against it. at the same time, he uses his grip on your hips to rock you against his face, doing the work for you.

“oh fuck,” you sob, hands scrambling for purchase against the headboard. “dean, dean, baby, fuck—“ the new angle and intensity are perfect, and within seconds you’re coming hard, thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crash over you. he doesn’t let up, working you through it until you’re begging him to stop, oversensitive and shaking.

when he finally lets you collapse next to him on the bed, your legs feel like they might never work again. dean’s face is a mess of your juices, his stubble glistening in the low light, and he looks supremely pleased with himself as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“told you you could do it,” he says smugly, pulling you against his chest. you can feel how hard he is against your hip, but for now he seems content just to hold you. “fuckin’ incredible, sweetheart. could watch you fall apart like that every night.”

“might need a few nights off,” you mumble against his chest. “pretty sure you broke my thighs.”

he laughs, pressing a kiss to your hair. “worth it though?”

“shut up,” you say, but you’re smiling. yeah, it was worth it. with dean winchester, it always is.

[eelnoise]

beset fixation (nsfw!)

trafalgar law x gn!strawhat!reader cw: smut, possessive law, law struggles w/ feelings, soft law, piv sex, implied situationship, emotional law an: so in my head this takes place in wano, and is kind of a heat of the moment emotional type thing. in my head law's stupid slutty kimono is draped around his shoulders btw hehe tagging: @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @themushroomofdeath @risenwrites

Law is obsessed with you.

It eats at him, gnaws into his flesh like sharpened teeth. He feels childish, as if being played for a fool - but the fact of the matter is that you’ve clawed your way into his head. Law finds himself aching with an inexplicable pain that he cannot seem to mend on his own, one that snaps any strands of rationality in two and has him second, third, and fourth guessing his own words.

You’re a Strawhat. After this business is done and accounted for and the alliance ends, you’ll be enemies once again.

Yet Law can’t escape the deep-seated, profound, and frankly infuriating way you linger around in his mind. His inner thoughts speak in your voice, perfectly mimicking every single subtle nuance and tonal shift of the words you’ve spoken to him prior. He longs for your presence, even if he cannot reason with why. The only thing that Law has gleaned is that you are the root problem of it all - and he needs to let you go for his own sake.

Then why now does he have you upon hands and knees, back arched perfectly and covered in sweat while he buries himself as deep inside of you as he can?

Lithe fingers cup at your hips to keep you in place, tips digging into the pliant flesh with enough force to bruise twice over. Law’s pace is ruthless, pouring every single one of his feelings into you with every harsh thrust of his hips - and you still just don’t get it. Are you truly this oblivious to his behavior? How he craves the taste of your skin or the touch of your hands? He all but froths at the mouth when you’re with one of your crewmates, jaw clenching and fists balling at the thought of you leaving with them - leaving him behind.

Law grits his teeth in frustration, and takes it out with a rough smack to your ass. Your cry of ecstasy doesn’t go unnoticed, and his hold on you tightens further when your walls flutter against his cock. He can feel himself start to crumble, and with each salaciously delicious sound you spew he borders further and further off the edge of reality. 

What’s stopping him from keeping you, really?

He could have you whenever he wanted – your touch and body available at the drop of a coin. Nevermore would he need to feel the crushing burden of your absence, to mend the seams of woe that have frayed into his nerves. Try as he might to fight it, this burning desire is kindled when you're with him. 

And now, with you at his mercy beneath him, all thoughts feel like lies. Law feels his will breaking, and for a moment he casts logic aside. The smiles, the laughter, the vivid conversations you've shared – he wants them all to himself. It's selfish,and yet it can't be helped. 

Law's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your voice. Pleas of finality reach his ears – soft, shaky cries of delirium emanating from your tongue. He knows what you want, and he isn’t about to give you what you want. Not yet.

He slips out of you then, giving you a much needed but very much unwanted moment of reprieve that's cut short before you can even turn your head up toward him in question. Law shifts his hold on your hips and flips you onto your back, hands curling against the undersides of your knees and pressing them toward your chest. Just as he’s realigning himself with you he pauses, unable to stop himself from raising his gaze to yours.

Law inhales sharply and can feel his gaze soften as he looks into your eyes. And in another bout of weakness does his heart leap, a warmth spreading within him that feels so unfamiliar but not unwelcome. He leans forward over your body to quickly capture your lips to his, simultaneously sheathing himself back within you. He swallows both the gasp from your throat as well as his own guilt, indulging himself in the wistful tangle of emotions and limbs that is this moment.

Your tongue eagerly twists into his, your arms coming to cross around his shoulders as if desperate to get as close to him as you can. Law obliges you, wrapping his own arms around your lower back and squeezing you to his chest – though he longs to melt into you entirely. He’s slower now, the rock of his hips beginning to move with more purpose and with an undeniable sense of not-so-hidden sentiment. 

It feels like his sense of self has vanished, and in its place stands someone he doesn’t know. As if the sums of his of attempts at reason had subtracted tenfold. His kiss doesn’t end - save for seconds of breath - slotting your lips together in a long sermon of implicit confessions that are long overdue.

The feeling overtakes him, and soon enough he’s muttering nonsense into your ear about how he needs you and how you make him feel. Telling you all the ways he craves your entire being, how much you’ve changed the way he thinks. It's more than he’s said to anyone at once before, and he doesn’t know – doesn’t care – where it’s coming from.

You reciprocate. It shocks him – the words falling from your tongue should sound foreign, but they don’t. They’re real and they’re raw and they bring Law a comfort he shouldn’t crave.

But he does, he craves it like no other. And hearing your revelation solidifies it.

Law isn’t leaving this country without you by his side.

[s0fter-sin]

ghost who never lets soap reciprocate

he’s happy to use his cock; to push soap onto his back or his stomach or hell against a wall and fuck him through orgasm after orgasm, even lets soap suck him off to satisfy his oral fixation. but he never lets go; never lets himself cum even after fucking soap out of his mind and his body aches with need

soap accepts it as part of who ghost is; chalks it up to intimacy or control issues, maybe something to do with his past trauma. maybe that moment of release, when you’re so blinded by how good you feel that you can’t keep aware of your surroundings, is just too much vulnerability for a man like him

little does he know it’s actually bc ghost immediately falls asleep after he cums and he doesn’t want to miss out on giving soap aftercare and watching him fall asleep in his arms

[fear-is-truth]

EVERYBODY’S SAYING YOU’RE NO GOOD FOR ME — LOGAN HOWLETT .

⟢ ꒰ tags .ᐟ ꒱ implied (legal) age gap ۶ৎ dirty talk ۶ৎ p in v ۶ৎ oral sex (f!receiving) 18+ . . . headcanons ꒰ note ꒱ ‧ happy bday camryn @newwavesylviaplath love you 𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

logan, who drinks his coffee black and scalding, while eyeing dubiously at your frothy, caramel-laced concoctions… though he does take a grudging sip when you push it toward him, the ghost of your lip gloss smudging the lid. his tongue swipes absently over the rim, but the whole time his eyes stay on you as savours the saccharine sweetness you left behind.

“too fuckin’ sweet,” he mutters, but he brings the cup to his lips anyway. later, when he kisses you, his breath is laced with burnt espresso and the faintest trace of caramel as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

logan, who doesn’t know what the hell you see in him, but he’s not about to question it too hard. you’re too young and beautiful to be tangled up with someone of the likes of him, but here you are, curled up against his chest and looking up at him as if he hung the goddamn moon. moments like these makes him forget all about the mileage on his body.

logan, who catches himself staring at you again, unblinking. he should look away, but he doesn’t. can’t. not when you stretch your arms, shirt riding up to tease the dip of your navel. not when you cross your legs, skirt bunching high on your thighs. and most definitely not when you take a slow sip from a glass coke bottle, lips wrapping around the rim, head tipping back, throat working. the uncomfortable strain in his jeans reminds him that he’s always been a filthy old man when it comes to you.

logan, who never thought he’d still be fucking with such gusto at his age. by now, his libido should be waning, settling into the slow descent of comfortable indifference. instead, you’ve dragged him back into the reckless hunger of youth, where lust eclipses reason. more often than not he finds himself feverish in your presence, aching for you like a goddamn adolescent again.

logan, whose stubble abrades your skin, a persistent friction. he doesn’t shave often—never for you—because he relishes the way it makes your thighs quiver with oversensitivity as he tongues you open.

“s’what you get, doll,” he grunts, rubbing his jaw against your inner thighs, before licking a broad stripe over your slit, “wearin’ those skimpy little skirts around me like that. you wanted to drive me crazy, didn’t you?” nose pressed against your clit as he groans against the mess you make of his face.

logan, who never pulls out until you’re shaky and wrung out, begging in a voice that’s gone thin from overuse. his stamina is inhuman—superhuman, to put it more accurately, and your youthful energy is nothing in comparison, akin to a candle to a bonfire. he’s lived long enough to learn every way a body can come undone, and has no qualms about making you find out just how much you can take.

logan, whose healing factor keeps him in his prime— defying the limits of human endurance. he could go all night, dragging you through orgasm after orgasm until you were shaking, mindless, his name on your tongue like a prayer. and fuck, it made him feel so alive. made him feel young and reckless, like some cocky sonofabitch with something to prove.

logan, who fucks with the same ferocity when he fights: brutal, efficient, and ruthless in his intent.

logan, who doesn’t stop even when your hips stutter and your pussy clenches down on him like you’re trying to milk him for everything he’s worth. and he’ll give it to you, every last drop, but not before he’s wrung you out first.

“please lo, can’t take it—” but he just chuckles, presses his lips to your ear, tells you, “yeah, you can. c’mon, just one more, princess.” while his cock is still hard and throbbing inside you.

logan, whose mind is a machine—more animal than man in the ways it fixates, lingers, obsesses. age has only sharpened that edge, made him more unwilling to let go of the things he deems his. and god help you, because you fall right into that category.

logan, who never expected to find himself so goddamn obsessed with someone, but there’s just something about you that makes his restraint snap like a cheap matchstick every time you so much as look at him a certain way. it’s pathetic, really, how you have him wrapped around your little finger.

logan, who lets you get away with just about anything so he can punish you for it later (in private). passively allows you to bat those pretty lashes and push every single button you know will make him tick. sit in his lap, wriggle against him, whisper things—and then later, oh, does he make you pay for it.

fucks into you nicely but excruciatingly slow, his voice nothing but a low rasp in your ear. “gonna be a good girl now?” he asks, nudging deeper, and you can’t muster a coherent response, can’t even think past the way he’s stuffing you full.

logan, whose patience is worn thin by time but somehow tolerates your worst moods.

logan, who fucks you deep and slow with his dog tags cool against your burning skin.

logan, who ruins you for anyone else. he gets off on the perverse knowledge that you’ll never find someone who fucks you like he does. men your age? they’re all boys to him—soft-palmed, untested, don’t know the first thing about taking care of a lady.

logan, who watches you struggle to take all of him, only to melt when he rubs his calloused palm against your belly, feeling the thick outline of himself buried so deep inside you you swear you can feel him in your belly. “there it is,” he grunts, applying just enough pressure to make you keen.

logan, who doesn’t have the luxury of forever with you, but loves with a brutality that makes up for it. he won’t promise you a happily ever after, but he will give you everything else. his time, his body, his name in your mouth as he fucks you so deep you can feel it the next day. whatever he has left—it’s yours. wholly and completely.

[bloomness]

⋆˚࿔ static hearts

you always find a way to make your boyfriend, denki, melt underneath your touch.

contains: nsfw content!! minors dni! gn!reader but feminine compliments used, established relationship, handjob, edging

authors note: welll…. happy ovulation week to me!

word count: 940

“come on denks,” you cooed, bringing a hand up to message slow, deliberate circles along his jaw.  

denki let out a hot strangled breath against your neck, reeling in the europhia he was receiving. his head tilted upwards, wisps of his— now ruffled —hair tickling your chin. “but i—“ his voice comes out in a rasp, his breath already stolen from when you started edging him twenty minutes ago.  

“shush...” you hushed gently, continuing at your current pace. each stroke is slow and intentional, perfectly in tune with how your boyfriend’s body reacts to your touch best. “just a little while longer. you hold out for me, right baby?” you ever-so-slightly tighten your grip on him, just enough to capture his attention.

a moan bullies its way out of denki’s chest and you feel him throb in your hand. he keenly nods his head, “mmh.. ye—yeah..” he choked out through clenched teeth. his hand hovers above your arm, reaching to grasp onto you but not yet doing so. “fuck—“ 

suddenly, you realize you can’t see his face clearly in your current position, and that’s definitely a problem. with a swift motion, the hand you have resting on his jaw carefully guides his head upward towards you. 

now, it’s perfect. his jaw is slack in your palm, mouth barley agape to allow short breaths to escape it. his eyelashes flutter as he blinks a couple of times. denki knows better than to ignore you, so he wastes no time meeting your gaze. 

your focus splits between maintaining a steady cadence and caressing his face, hoping that the balance will help him last just a little longer. you could never get tired of the faces, the sounds, your boyfriend makes when he’s like this; completely and utterly devoted to you. and you'll do whatever's necessary to draw out the moment. 

your boyfriend's eyes are glossed over in a state of vulnerability, dilated pupils immediately getting fixated on observing your face. it doesn’t help that he’s very clearly enjoying it. his cheeks completely flushed as a small, almost cocky, smile quirked up from the corner of his mouth. 

“pretty.” he prattles softly, hand finally landing on your arm and holding you like he never wants to let go. “you’re so pretty,” he gawked, biting his lip as he attempted, and failed, to hold back a moan. “ah—‘m the luckiest guy in the world. shit— fuck babe.” his eyes screwed shut momentarily, his head laying heavy on your shoulder. his words stir something dangerous inside of you. 

encouraged, you quicken your pace. the room echoed with evidence of denki’s arousal, squelching sounds bouncing off the walls. his vibration rang into your ears, spending a flush to your cheeks. his cock pulses in your hold, telling you he’ll be reaching his breaking point soon. 

a new sensation seems flicks to life in your boyfriend, (mostly likely sprouting from the view of your blushing face) prompting him to thrust his hips up into your warm palm. “‘m sorry— ‘s too good. your hand—” he babbles. his unoccupied hand reaches out to touch himself— to grant himself more pleasure, but he stops himself before it does. instead, he watches your persistent rhythm, mesmerized. “babe your hand is amazing, god…how much longer—” he’s breathless but of course he can't ever seem to stop talking when it comes to you. “i’ll be good. i’ll be so good, i promise just let me—“ his docile eyes feel intoxicating as he pleads. 

desperate now, you press your fingertips to his jaw and lean in, leading him into an openmouthed kiss.

denki physically shakes when your lips make contact. the kiss is terribly messy, denki’s drool mixing with your spit, your tongues gliding together. but it proves to be worth it when you hear the muffled groan your boyfriend struggles to hide as he kisses you back. you diminish the speed of the kiss, carefully calculating the extent of your boyfriend's pleasure— not wanting him to cum until he was at the absolute peak of his ecstasy. 

you move your hand to direct your strokes higher, grazing over his leaking, pink tip. 

slowly, you slip your tongue out of his mouth and tenderly place a cluster of kisses over his swollen lips. his voice wavers underneath you, “baby. baby, please. god please, i— i can’t.”

“i know baby,” you kiss his cheek, fingers still absentmindedly fondling his face. “come on. be good for me, like you said you’d be.”

denki looks at you again for reassurance and when you nod, he lets go. the muscles in his thighs visibly tighten as his body rumbles. the room seems to hum with an electric charge as his body quivered, his head lolls back on your shoulder as a quiet chain of fuck’s leave his lips, painting your hand white with his seed.

denki’s breathing staggers as you continue to pump him until he’s fully empty, his chest rising and falling hastily.

“fuckkk…” his voice is hoarse, and his eyes are wide as he studies the scene cum stained infront of him. and with no shame at all, he turns over and kisses your neck. “i fucking love you.” he grunts, still attempting to catch his breath. 

you can feel his grin on your neck. you smile too, “i love you too.”

you slowly detach your hand from the stickiness, cringing at the sultry fluid. denki looks up from the crook of your neck and flashes you a dorky grin, “lick it up for me?” he asks, his eyes somehow still lingering with lust. 

you let out a breathy laugh, “… i'll go get the towel.”

[actiniumwrites]

if you're still doing requests: maybe one of the genshin guys finding out you use their card in tcg? scenario or headcanons is fine, and i have no preference for who you want to write! (i will say i'm fixated in the fontanians rn though)

the perfect pair

synopsis: their reaction to finding out you use their card in tcg

characters: tighnari, cyno, neuvillette, lyney, and wriothesely x gn!reader (separately)

warnings: nothing besides fluff and cyno being an actual maniac for tcg (he’s probably a little ooc but i think it’s funny)

notes: i’m ngl i totally forgot about tcg 😭 i played it SO much when it came out and then barely touched it unless it was for the primos. i gotta finish those achievements still 💀 also i know not every one of these characters has a tcg card but we can just pretend :) thank you for the request!

part two

Tighnari:

Because he doesn’t play tcg very often — at least not as much as Cyno does — he doesn’t find out right away

When he does, it happens at a casual dinner between you, him, and all your friends after Collei asks to play so she can try out some of her new cards

Cyno enthusiastically agrees and you all set up after you finish eating which is when Alhaitham, whose eyes never miss anything, spots a suspiciously similarly looking guy on one of your three player cards

“You seriously have your boyfriend as one of your cards?” he’ll ask with a disbelieving smile, as if he can’t comprehend why you’d have it

You smile and lift it up, proudly nodding as you list off the card’s strengths and the nice backing it came with. You don’t fail the mention the bonus that it comes with your boyfriend’s face on it

Tighnari feels his cheeks warm in slight embarrassment as he turns away in his chair. Even so, he can’t help but find it really cute that you have his card

He even tells his friends to shut up and that they’re just jealous they don’t have his card and that they wish their significant others had them as cards

It actually shuts some of them up, shockingly

Meanwhile, Cyno is in utter disbelief that such a card exists and will try to buy it off of you so he can complete his collection (you don’t let him have it though)

Cyno:

Ah the king of tcg himself

He has the most dramatic reaction for sure. Not even in the sense that he’s embarrassed, or teasing, or whatnot. He’s just straight up shocked

Slams his hands down on the table and his jaw drops as he stands up. You giggle on the other side of the table at his reaction, watching him desperately try to find words

“Where did you even get that?!”

You swear you only see him this expressive when it comes to tcg

“I don’t know, I just found it at a local store when I was passing by,” you shrug carelessly, as if you aren’t going to completely destroy him with his own card in about five minutes

After he gets over the initial awe of seeing himself in his favorite game in the entire world, he’s actually very internally excited, although you don’t get to see that side

He thinks it’s cool that you like using his card and is honored that you’d even choose it in the first place, especially with only three slots (he’s also just happy he’s a main card and not a buff lmao)

And when you do destroy him, he slides you a pen and paper and politely demands you give him the name of the seller so he can track them down tomorrow

Neuvillette:

He doesn’t even play the game so initially, he’s extremely confused why you have a playing card with his face on it

“Fascinating. I did not know they made such games. Is my card good for playing?” He’s genuinely intrigued by it and you find it rather endearing

Because he doesn’t understand it though, he doesn’t necessarily feel any certain way about it. He’s too caught up in the game to realize what it means for you to be using his card

“Yeah, it’s pretty powerful, but it’s representative of real life so that’s expected given your position.”

At that, he feels very flattered. His cheeks will warm a bit, casting a light blush over his features when you speak so proudly of him

He’ll even ask if you have a card of your own hoping to take a bit of the attention off him when he begins to feel more excited about it

You shake your head no and explain that it’s unlikely given people don’t know enough about you to make a full card of you or to sell it

Will later get one made for you without you knowing, only one singular copy worth a priceless amount just so you could have one to match him too <3

Lyney:

Smug little shit

You’re playing with him and his siblings after he invited you over for a date. Lynette and Freminet were bored so you both offered to play a game, to which tcg was suggested by Freminet

You’d played only a few times with them before, which is why you didn’t realize what was such a big deal when you pulled out a card with your boyfriend on it, entirely forgetting it was new and you hadn’t used it with them yet

“Is that…is that Lyney?” Lynette asks, stifling a laugh as she inspects the card. Freminet leans a little closer too in order to get a better look.

And it indeed is, Lyney confirms for himself

“Woah no way, I didn’t know they made this,” he smiles at it, picking it up and spinning it in his hand before smirking at you, “I knew you couldn’t resist this handsome face, even on a playing card.”

You smack his arm faster than Lynette can and snatch it back out of his hand. Lyney pouts and slouches down into his seat as his siblings inquire as to where you got it

Lyney can’t stop staring at you as you tell them, his chest beating faster and faster as you embarrassedly ramble on about why you got it in the first place and how you thought it was cute like a little keepsake

Even though you’d been dating for some quite some time, you both managed to keep surprising one another and falling in love all over again, even if it was over silly things like tcg cards

Lynette sighs as she notices the lovestruck look in her brother’s eyes, “He’s doomed.”

Wriothesley:

He’s weirdly calm about the whole thing. Not like he’d be over dramatic or anything, but I don’t think he’d be as teasing or shocked by it like the others or like some may assume

Wriothesley thinks it’s really cool when he finds it in your collection one day after you left your card case in his office by accident, a few cards slid out with his face popping out on one tucked away in the middle

He’ll examine it before a gentle smile pulls at his lips at the thought of you using it to play against others

He’s almost proud, in a way

When you walk into his office a ten minutes later, realizing you had left your cards and a few other of your things on his desk, you stumble upon him looking at it

“Oh, uh you weren’t supposed to see that yet,” you say awkwardly as you pause in your step and fiddle with your hands, embarrassed he had found it. It was a somewhat new card and you actually wanted to show it to him later

But Wriothesley doesn’t care. Hell, if he had known there was a card out there with him on it, he would’ve bought it for you a long time ago

He’ll just kiss you. A nice, sweet, and to the point kiss as he slides the card back in your hand before pulling away and staring down at you, “You’re cute.”

[fairestwriting]

Could I rq Riddle, Azul, and Ace seeing reader’s friend from RSA half-jokingly,half-seriously asking them to transfer to their school? They can even bring Grim with them.

I really like you’re writing btw <3

𐙚 Riddle Rosehearts

“The paperwork for that would be very complicated.” He interrupts their train of thought so quickly, but it’s just because he’s definitely heard that same joke himself before. “Believe me, I know someone who goes there too. It’d be especially difficult for them to allow in a familiar, I hear.”

He doesn’t really get the joke part. Just like he doesn’t get it when Che’nya jokes about transferring to NRC, or making him transfer to RSA. They’re both great, prestigious magic schools, and the transfer process is downright grueling, if there’s no specific reason for it, transferring would be a stupid idea— That’s what’s going through his mind right now.

“Besides, it’s not like going to different schools stops you from talking to each other. You’re doing it right now, aren’t you?” He comments, setting down his tea cup. Whatever your friend’s true intentions were with that comment, he shuts them down pretty efficiently, even if it wasn’t his intention at all. One might even wonder if the idea makes Riddle jealous…

…And it does, just a little bit, but that’s not the main point here. Really. Even if you ask him, he’ll just kind of pout about it and tell you that if you do want to transfer, at least make sure you do it properly. Gets embarrassed at how much he dislikes the idea, but he’s not a good enough liar to hide it.

𐙚 Ace Trappola

“Whaaat, you can’t do that! There’s no way a fancy school like that would let that weasel in.” His response starts off all dramatic and whiny sounding, but he quickly breaks into a smirk. He’s like the opposite of Riddle, instead of not catching onto the joking part, it’s the seriousness that flies right over his head.

He can tell your RSA friend is attached to you, sure, he’s observant enough to see that. But that would be a pretty crazy idea, wouldn’t it? If even transferring dorms within the same school is a huge pain, he can’t even begin to imagine how much work it’d be to transfer schools.

When you all go your separate ways, he comments about your RSA friend being a “funny” guy. It does really sound like the sort of thing a stereotypical RSA student would say, to him. It has a sort of overly charitable, “thinks the world is sunshine and rainbows” feel, he explains. Maybe it makes sense to you, maybe it doesn’t. Either way, Ace can’t possibly take it seriously. If you ever tell him you’re actually thinking about transferring, it’ll be a surprise to him.

Honestly, he likely won’t even associate your idea with your friend’s comment, unless you specifically mention that. Then it’s more like “Really? You’re willing to do all that just to get closer to some goody two-shoes? Wow, someone has a crush.”, laughing as he teases you, hardly believing the whole thing at all.

𐙚 Azul Ashengrotto

“Oh, it’s very kind of you to offer to help with the process like that. It would take a lot of work, if they do decide to do this.”Azul responds pleasantly, but the polite smile on his face doesn’t quite reach his eyes as they fixate on that friend of yours. It might’ve truly been intended to come off as just a silly, affectionate joke, but he doesn’t like it.

Depending on how observant you are, you might be able to feel the instant change of atmosphere surrounding the three of you. Obviously, Azul isn’t going to actually argue against the guy, who do you take him for— But there’s not a single overtly positive reply coming out of his mouth either. Anytime the idea of you transferring is brought up, he’ll sneak in a reminder of how difficult the process is, all while keeping that smile on his face.

As your RSA friend says goodbye to you both, you’re left with a bit of a strange feeling. And Azul will talk about how it was such a pleasure to be introduced to your friend, he’s looking forward to speaking to them again, the Lounge’s doors are always open to them if you want to hang out, etc. And he’ll pretend he has no clue what you’re talking about if you point out he’s behaving weirdly.

Of course he doesn’t want to admit it’s jealousy, that would be just childish— The truth is pretty clear if you know him well enough, however. He doesn’t actually think they could convince you to put yourself through all that… but it surely it wouldn’t hurt to remind you it’s easier to stay, right?

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[dreamsteddie]

Never Better

Written for the @stmarchmm day five prompt “collaring” | Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Insecure Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington

Bat divider -@popmilky

Also posted on Ao3

The problem with being the Omega half of an Alpha/Omega pair and also being deeply possessive of your mate and pack is that your bite doesn’t stick.

No matter how hard he clamps down, no matter how much he makes Eddie bleed, the bite is always healed in a matter of days. Too many years of evolution ensuring that Alphas heal at max speed, making it impossible for a bite at the already rapidly healing mating gland to stick around.

Every time he rolls over in bed to see his mark gone from his Alpha’s throat, like it never existed, Steve’s heart hurts just a little bit. Eddie can always tell from the bond, always rolls over instinctively and blinks awake, reaching for his Omega before he even knows what’s wrong. He always offers his neck right up again, willing to let Steve latch on and make him bleed no matter how much it hurts. He just wants to make Steve happy.

But after a while, Steve starts to give up. He rolls over a year into their mating to see Eddie’s neck healed once again and rolls back over. When Eddie wakes up and reaches for him, tilting his head up to offer his throat, Steve tells him it’s ok. He doesn’t want to hurt Eddie again when it won’t last.

Eddie is concerned and tries to assure his mate that he doesn’t mind. He loves carrying his mark and doesn’t care that it hurts every time, at this point it only registers as a dull ache. But Steve is adamant.

The problem is, the reason Steve has always been so insistent on marking Eddie is that ever since they got the hell out of Hawkins, Indiana, Omegas and Betas have been all over his mate. Steve has always known that Eddie is a hell of a catch. He’s sweet, caring, considerate, goofy, and still somehow 100% Alpha in the best way. He’s so authentically himself while still managing to be strong and capable in a way that makes Steve’s knees feel weak, and now that he’s not haunted by his reputation as an untouchable “freak”, he draws a lot of attention.

Steve can’t blame them, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

Eddie always says no, kindly at first and getting more firm the longer they insist on “one little date” even after he explains that he is happily mated and not interested in a second mate. But Steve has been through some things. He’s been cheated on, he’s been left behind, he’s been the third in a relationship that didn’t really want him for more than a couple quick fucks and shared responsibility of the chores. Every time someone approaches Eddie, all he can think is “this will be the one. This will be the one Eddie decides is better than me.”

He thinks he’s got a grip on it. Thinks Eddie doesn’t know the extent to which this is eating him up inside. How much he’s worried Eddie will wake up and decide that not only does he not want Steve’s bite, he doesn’t want needy, clingy Steve at all anymore.

Until Steve comes home from work one day to find a long, fancy looking box lying perfectly centered on their coffee table. Everything else has been swept away, no half-empty mugs of coffee or sports magazines to be found, just a sleek black box. For a second Steve thinks it might be something sexy. They don’t use many toys, but it’s not out of the question.

But upon closer inspection, Steve sees that there is mat black lettering on the shiny black surface. Collar and Courting, it reads. With that, his knees fall out from under him. He knows that brand. Saw it in one of his Omega geared magazines that no one but Eddie knows he reads. Remembers how fixated he’d been on that article.

“Some say it’s old fashioned. Some even go as far as to say it’s an archaic show of status with no place in the modern age. Some say it’s the most romantic thing an Alpha can do for their mate. Love it or hate it, Collar and Courting is one of the last groups of leather artisans keeping the tradition of Alpha collaring alive.”

He thought he’d hidden it from Eddie, the longing in his chest, but he must have noticed. He always noticed. Hope surges painfully in his chest, his scent blooming. He’s almost afraid to open it, too scared of the slightest possibility that it’s not what he thinks it is.

When he finally musters the courage to lift the lid, his breath catches in his throat. Black, shiny leather stares back at him. More simple than he thought Eddie would go for, just a black band and buckle and a silver O right in the center. He doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him, isn’t aware of Eddie’s presence until he’s leaned over the back of the couch, speaking softly in his ear. 

“You like it?” He asks, as if Steve could ever not love it. He turns around and throws his arms around his mate, headless of the couch between them. 

“Of course I love it, you asshole!” He exclaims because really, what kind of question is that? Eddie laughs in his ear, climbing over the back of the couch instead of going around like the heathen he is. Steve loves him so much. They end up sprawled half haphazardly across the cushion, Eddie pressing noisy kisses into Steve’s neck until he’s a giggly mess.

When they finally calm down, Eddie sits them both up, looking deep into his eyes with that sincerity that always makes Steve swoon a little. “I’ve got one more thing for you,” he says like it’s a secret. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something small. It clinks quietly against the metal of his rings.

Steve drags his eyes away from Eddie’s deep stare and immediately feels tears pooling in his eyes. It’s a charm, clearly meant for the O ring on the collar. Small and simple, no long winded engravings, just Steve’s signature. The same one on his ID, on his social security card, on the mating certificate hanging proudly on their bedroom wall.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he says, voice muffled by the kiss he presses firmly to Eddie’s mouth. Eddie welcomes him the same way he always does, smiling into the kiss and pulling him in by the waist. Eventually, he pulls away, reaching for the abandoned box on the table.

“Come on big boy, don’t leave a guy hanging.” There’s mirth in his voice and joy in his eyes, but when Steve goes to pull the supple leather out the box, he pauses.

“Are you sure, Eddie? We don’t have to do this, I love you no matter what. I trust you.” He can see Eddie’s eyes dim with confusion, soft feelings of doubt seeping into the bond.

“What do you mean sweetheart?” He asks, reaching to lay his hand on Steve’s wrist. Comforting, always so comforting. Steve stares at the leather, this thing he wants so badly it hurts, but…

“I mean, I just know it’s kind of old fashioned,” he explains. “And I know you hate archaic gender roles. I just don’t want you to do this because you think you need to. Because you think I need you to.” Eddie is looking at him in that way that’s always so hard for him to read, even with the bond. Years of hiding from his father making Eddie excellent at masking how he feels.

“Listen to me,” he says, eyes back to that intense, earnest gaze that keeps Steve captive. “I love you so much, and there is nothing I want more than for every person on the street to know I’m yours. If I could go back and prevent millions of years of evolution so I could have your bite, I would do it in a heartbeat. I don’t give a shit if it’s traditional or non-traditional, I want this.” And now Steve is really crying. Big, fat, happy tears that Eddie wipes away with gentle fingers.

“Ok,” he says, wobbly but oh so happy.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, checking in one last time.

“Yeah,” Steve confirms, firmer now. Sure.

Without another word, Eddie scoots back just enough to give Steve access, baring his neck the same way he used every other morning until Steve asked him to stop. Ready and willing for Steve to mark as his own. This time, Steve doesn’t hesitate. Brings the leather up, admiring how it looks against his mate's pale skin, and reaches around to secure it. It fits perfectly, Eddie must have had it custom made, the sap. Steve makes sure it sits low, leaving his mating gland free for scenting.

Wordlessly, Eddie passes him the little charm. His eyes are dark the same way they were when he bit Steve, like he’s trying to capture this moment in all its brightness. The metal makes a small snick sound as it settles into place, and then it’s Eddie’s turn to loose his breath as Steve tilts his head to press a soft kiss to the little tag. Finally, he pulls back, admiring the full picture.

Eddie preens a little under his gaze, tilting his head up just a little to show off his new jewelry. “Look good?” He asks.

Steve smiles, brighter than he has since he stopped trying to leave his mark. “Never better, baby.”

[nanaminxs]

Hi!!

I love your writing🥹

I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a best friend!Dick Grayson x fem!reader smut where she comes over & complains to him about another bad hookup where she didn’t get to cum & he tells her he wants to make her feel good😩😩

eats her out and maybe fucks her slow & deep ,,

heavy praise😩🙏🏻

I’m such a slut for him I can’ttt . thanks for reading heh love ur blog🥹

Dick Grayson is always there for you. Has been since age 12. You go to him for everything, including every single bad hookup.

Most of the time you wouldn’t complain because at least the dick is decent, but the guy you were seeing was just too fucking focused on himself to care about your own needs.

Naturally, you sought out help from your closest friend.

“I just don’t get it,” You sulk, body slumping down into his couch wishing it would swallow you whole.

“He texts me to come over, I ride him til my legs are numb and he can’t even return the favor. I cannot count how many times he came just from a finger light touch. It was pathetic.”

Dick nods and occasionally lets out small hums in acknowledgment as he listened to you.

“Let me make you feel good then.” He blurts out, mentally face palming himself because—did he really just say that to you?

A beat of silence passes before you’re actually registering what he said to you.

“I’m..sorry?” Your head tilts to the side as it that’ll help you hear better.

“Let ME make you feel good.” He stands to his feet, cocking his head over to the hallway that stops at his room.

It’s so surreal. To him anyway—I mean he literally has the person he’s been silently inlove with for years in his bed while he ate her out like a man starved.

Your moans were like a lullaby to him, and he’d do anything he could to keep them going.

His teeth graze your clit, taking the small bud between his lips.

He lets go with a wet sound and his tongue darts out to cover your entire mound.

Your hands dug into his hair, back arching off the sheets you know you shouldn’t be on—but man does he treat you better than any prick you’ve fucked with before.

His thumbs spread your pussy lips and when you look down he’s staring right back at you with a pleading look that just screams ‘cum on my face’

You’ve probably never cum that hard in your life. Especially not from a guy.

Dick spits messily on your cunt, lips glossy and coated in the two of you.

He frees himself from his jeans and nestles right between your legs.

“I can take care of you. Better than everyone who hasn’t gotten a chance to worship you, pretty girl.”

His lips meet with yours. A mix of your slick and his spit mingling on your tongue. The head of his cock pushes into gummy walls and soon he’s burried balls deep into you.

Dick doesn’t shut up. But in that moment he found himself tongue tied—at a lost for words.

“Thereee you go. Jus’ like that. S’a nice fit, yeah?”

He pants out, eyes flickering from where u met to your face with a cheeky grin.

You scowl at him and he’s nodding in understandment.

His hips snap into yours at a slow pace, each stroke so deep his tip kissed your cervix.

“Fuck, Dick!” You moaned out, his lips found your jaw. Soft and simple.

“I know. Lemme take care of you baby—fuck! Let me be yours, let me fuck you how you deserve to be fucked.”

He’s so fixated on the way your cunt pulled him back in after he pulled out, and he’s wondering how on earth he’s managed to get your pretty ass into his bed.

“I got you—lemme feel you. M’right here.” He presses your thighs to your chest, smushed by his frame as he’s fucking into you slightly faster and with much more desperation.

He’d make you cum for the first time during a hookup, and it’s safe to say you’re stuck now because—who can resist a man who knows what he’s doing?

[machveil]

Soap x reader x Ghost

( or just Johnny with anyone) he has oral fixation. Doesn't matter it's a cunt oflr a cock, tit or peck, fingers? Anything he can in anytime anywhere.

He might be sucking on his hoodie string if he's out of gums and idle, but in sex? He gets his partner(s) marked with hickeys and bites.

He's the one randomly biting his partner(s) during the day

if I could reach through the screen and kiss your cheek I would jesus christ

CW: Fem!Reader, Johnny has an oral fixation<3, ambiguous on the relationship dynamic - up to your interpretation, no condom, wrap it before you tap it, Johnny x Reader x Simon

Johnny likes to keep his mouth busy - when he isn’t talking he’s got something between his lips. I feel like Johnny was a notorious nail biter growing up. his mother definitely tried to make him stop but eventually gave up because he just kept doing it. he doesn’t bite his nails as much as an adult, but every once in a while he’ll chew and bite off the edge of his nails

Johnny has a thing for wearing hoodies. they’re big, warm, comfortable, and the laces for the hood are nice to chew on. he tends to wear black ones to the gym so you can’t tell the laces are coated in spit and drool as easily. he’s definitely borrowed a hoodie from Simon briefly only to return it with spit soaked laces. Simon didn’t even bat an eye, just shrugged it off and put it on. sometimes Simon gets a hoodie back and the sleeve cuffs have been chewed and slobbered on, but that never deters him from lending Johnny his clothes

Johnny will absentmindedly suck on your fingers while you’re lounging. when you’re cuddled together his mouth is latching onto you, anything his mouth can reach. he doesn’t even notice, eyes glued to tv as he uses your index and middle fingers as a pacifier, gently sucking on them and coating them in his warm saliva. he’s so comfortable against you when he does it, eyes half lidded and body limp - he doesn’t even register how he’s got your fingers down to the knuckle resting on his tongue

Simon’s neck is littered with hickeys, easily hidden behind his balaclava. Johnny can’t help himself, tucked against Simon’s side as he mouths at his throat. it’s nice, Simon’s got his arms around his waist - a nice, secure hold. his brain gets to turn off while he dumbly sucks on his skin, red marks blooming against Simon’s neck and shoulders. it soothes Johnny, lets his mind go somewhere else while he sucks another hickey against Simon’s neck, shifting closer with a small whine caught in his throat

Johnny’s mouth is all yours to use, he’s begged for you to use it before. sometimes sucking and gnawing on items and clothes isn’t enough for him, he needs you. you can’t be upset with Johnny, not when he’s buried his head between your legs, lazily sucking on your clit. he’s solely focused on working his mouth, not aware of his stiff cock straining against his pants. he’s got your hips pushed down, ready to eat you out until he’s done. deaf to your whines and pleas, he’s moaning against your cunt as his eyes flutter shut

Johnny who’s kneeling on the floor, idly sucking on Simon’s fat cock. he’s got a rugby match on the tv, one hand in Johnny’s hair, the other cradling a beer bottle. Johnny’s more than content where he is, nose to Simon’s pelvis, jaw slack as he breathes out through his nose. the weight of his cock on Johnny’s tongue is so good, and Simon’s being nice - hips still and petting him, rough hand gently scratching at his scalp. Simon only thrusts a little when Johnny starts to nod off, eyes drooping shut and drool trailing down his chin

Johnny’s favorite thing? having to sit still, whining as he watches Simon mercilessly fuck you. Simon told him to be good, gave him two commands. “Open.”, Johnny was so eager to begin with, thought Simon was going to fuck his face, turn his brain to mush. he was wrong, but equally excited when Simon guided a dildo into his mouth, “Suck, Johnny.”. his heartbeat was rapid, ringing in his ears, whining as he did what he was told. Simon murmured a quick ‘good boy’, leaving Johnny to watch as he filled you. maybe it was mean, but it was doing something to the poor man, especially when he saw a trickle of white bead out of your slit

Simon knew what he was doing, had a plan going into this. watching you writhe beneath him, head dipping down to mark your neck up - leaving his own hickeys to match Johnny’s. he knows Johnny’s watching, the way his cock stretches you out, bullies it’s way in and out of you. absolutely filthy, his hips stuttering before he’s spilling into you. just a couple times, he forces his hips to buck again, fucking his cum into you, warmth spreading in your tummy as you cry out. Simon can hear the wet sucking behind him, doesn’t have to look to know Johnny has that dildo down his throat, eyes glossy and chin slick

Simon’s nice, lazily pulls out of you after his third orgasm. despite his exhaustion, the overstimulation he feels, he gets up. Johnny can’t help but whine when Simon slowly pulls the dildo from his mouth, teary eyes looking up at the Brit. his desperation is sated though, excitement coursing through his veins as Simon gently grabs his chin. “Good mutt.”, voice hoarse, Simon smiles down at him, “Go clean your toy up, yeah?”. Simon takes Johnny’s place, sitting down. dark brown eyes watching as Johnny settles between your legs, head dipping down to lap at your cunt as you hiccup

[trashytracktales]

I’m surprised nobody has asked this yet but GIRL CAN WE TALK ABOUT FREAKY CHARLES LIKEEEEEEE

I mean, people have been interested in the topic. I’m just too slow 😔

Before we begin, I would like to summarize this, because I went a little crazy OOPSIES. So, pretty much all you have to know about Charlie is that he’s a freak in the sheets, but too classy to admit it.

Enjoy 💋

𝗧’𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗬 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗔

𝗜𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗱

✦ Charles is the type of man who feels everything, and he’ll die to make you feel it, too, mostly because he can’t always find the words. He is tender, dominant, and passionate.

✦ Takes his time undressing you.

✦ Lots of eye contact, but not to see the way you react. He’s using it to communicate clear messages like, “I am making you feel this. You see what I’m doing to you?”

✦ He thrives off connection. I reckon if you’ve got his heart, you’ve got all of him.

✦ He’s focused on every little sound, twitch, and breath, and he uses them as fuel.

✦ The kind to edge you until you’re pleading, then finally gives you everything. Does it because he wants to own your pleasure.

✦ Soft-spoken, but commanding.

✦ He expects to be obeyed. Can’t really elaborate on this, but see how he’s entering daddy mode when Leo doesn’t listen? Hihi ^^

✦ Insatiable; doesn’t stop at one round. Or two. Or three.

✦ That ☝🏻 being said, insane stamina.

✦ Teasing. Teasing all the time. Fingers brushing your inner thigh, lips ghosting over yours, cock pressed on your clit or right at the entrance, but not in. Not until you beg, anyway.

✦ Bedhead and sweat-slicked curls after!! Ah, he’s glowing. And you’re glowing. And the bed is ruined.

𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻-𝗼𝗻𝘀

✦ Confidence. Likes a partner who knows what they want, and isn’t shy to say it. Well, maybe a bit shy, but still saying it while blushing.

✦ Subtle public teasing.

✦ Wearing his clothes. The sight of you curled up in his stuff? Instant jaw clench.

✦ Lip gloss. That moment when you’re reapplying it and he’s just watching you, imagining things. Messy things.

✦ Eye contact during oral. Whether he’s giving or receiving, it makes him so hard and wants to see it all.

✦ Hear me out, watching you dance. Doesn’t matter if it’s at a party or at home, if you’re moving your hips, he’s thinking about how they’d move if he had you pressed up against his.

✦ Call him a good boy and it’s lights out in his pants. This is not secret info anymore, not after Monaco 2024, when Bryan praised him in front of the entire world. Charles plays confident and cocky at times, but praising has him by the scruff of his neck like a kitten.

✦ When you get genuinely flustered, stumbling over your words, cheeks flushed, and thighs squeezing. Because of him. Yes.

𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀

✦ Mentioned praise. Just tell him how good he feels, how deep he is, and how much you need him.

✦ Mirrors. He knows he’s a good looking man, and likes to watch himself while tearing you apart.

✦ Oral fixation that goes both ways. But honestly, something tells me he likes it more when he’s eating you out, and will go down on you like he’s honoring a royal decree. Hands locked around your thighs, low groans against your core, slow teasing tongue etc. Because judging by that pretty mouth, he’s so good at it, and he’ll stay between your thighs until you’re crying.

✦ Soft!dom energy; loves holding your wrists down and putting you in whatever position he feels like in the moment.

✦ Dirty talk in French. The accent alone is devastating, but when he lets full French slip in it’s game over. It’s like pressing the power button on his car.

✦ Slow burn, because Charles has patience (almost 7 whole seasons with Ferrari and still going). Will tease you until you’re squirming, brushing his thumbs over your nipples and not committing on purpose. Just because he likes seeing you desperate.

✦ Partially clothed sex. Something about you still wearing your bra, or your panties pushed to the side while he’s fully inside, gets him going. It’s the in-between moment of urgency that drives him wild.

✦ Low-key voyeuristic tendencies. Slightly exhibitionist too, because I just know he’s turned on by the risk. Balcony sex, car sex... you name it, he’s down.

✦ Possession in the sweetest way. Calls you “good girl” and “mine” almost interchangeably, and tells you how beautiful you are while ruining you.

✦ Scent kink. Yes, he’s a nose-burier, I’ll tell you that for free.

✦ Hands kink. He uses them with intention. Gripping your jaw while kissing you, tracing over your stomach before dipping down, holding your hips in place as he thrusts deep. He knows his fingers are long and skilled (plays piano for a reason), and he’s not shy about showing off just how much he can do with them.

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀

✦ Missionary is never boring with Charles. He loves to pin your hips down and being close to your face, kissing you between moans, asking you to look at him as he rolls into you deeper.

However, he’s a bit unconventional when it comes to positions, so let me just:

✦ The Vienna waiter, with you laying on your back, legs resting on his shoulders while he’s standing or kneeling and holding your hips up off the bed. Likes it because it’s deeper than missionary, and is pretty sure you feel him in your ribs deep.

✦ Reverse cowgirl in front of a mirror. One of the few times when he sits back and watches your body bounce at your own pace. Might have one hand lazily trailing down to your clit, the other cupping your chest like the smug prince he is. The only certainty is that he loves watching everything: your movements, his cock disappearing into you, and definitely your flushed face in the mirror.

✦ Flatiron, with him on top, pushing in from behind very, very slow. The slow burn I mentioned earlier. Deep, full-body contact. Every breath syncs. His weight holds you down just right.

✦ Standing split against a wall, one leg hiked around his waist, your back pinned to the surface. There’s little room to move, so he grinds in deep and intentional, his face buried in your neck, panting, whispering things like, “You like being mine, oui?”

✦ Seated, with you on top. Loves having you straddle him, on a chair, in bed, or even his sim rig. Your arms looped around his neck, his hands full on your ass or waist, spreading and guiding.

✦ Doggy for the visual and the grip. This comes with a warning, though. He will grab a handful of your ass and give it a slap or two if you’re teasing him or clenching too hard, because he knows you’re doing it on purpose. That’s why he won’t stop until your legs give out and you’re trembling underneath him.

✦ Laying on your side, spooning you from behind, hiking your leg over his thigh to slide in. Hand on your chest or between your legs, to make sure you’re feeling him everywhere.

𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗲

Surprising facts.

✦ He LOVES lingerie.

✦ Despite his gentleman vibe, he’s got a filthy mouth during sex and is very vocal. In French. In English. In Italian.

✦ He loves being told what to do while he’s at it. Faster or right there makes him physically shudder.

✦ Hyper-fixates on one part of your body per session. It’s always slow and agonizing.

✦ Gets so turned on when you touch him. If your hands are in his hair, under his shirt, unbuckling his belt like you can’t wait… cut the show, I’m done.

✦ Loves the sound of skin on skin. The wet sound of your bodies moving together has him feral.

✦ Post-nut clarity hits like a poet.

𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲

✦ Depending on how intense it was, you can get soft!Charles or possessive!Charles. Either way, he is the kind to clean you up and kiss you all over, making sure you’re okay.

Soft!Charles

✦ Immediately pulls you into a cuddle.

✦ His hands are everywhere, gently stroking your hair and back.

✦ He hums a lot if he’s satisfied, and everything is slow and warm.

✦ Falls asleep with your boob in his hand, because it helps him relax.

✦ Gentle teasing until he drifts away.

Possessive!Charles

✦ Lingers inside after he comes.

✦ He can’t stop touching you. Fingers ghosting the marks he left or the mess you’ve made for him.

✦ He can’t shut the fuck up, low-key. Mine. You’re so good to me. So perfect.

✦ Moves you to lie on his chest.

✦ Hand tucked under your thigh or ass.

✦ Last instinct before falling asleep is to protect.