#oh i'm such a sucker for grinding

[bts-0t-7]

BTS | MYG | FIC RECS

This list is probably one of the longer ones cause sheesh... I'm a sucker for cats 😭 I hope you'll enjoy the fics as much as I have and don't forget to tell the authors how much you've liked their work!!

Have some spices 😌...

Three Tangerines, @kithtaehyung (smut, brother's best friend, implied age gap au)

Illicit Favours, @yoongiofmine (Fluff, tiny angst, smut, non idol au. Friends to Lovers)

Oh, Darling!, @yoongiofmine (Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, university au)

Predator, @liveyun (gangster au, smut)

Apricity, @liveyun (arranged marriage au, strangers to lovers)

Petals, @yoonia (parenthood au, fluff)

The devil wears Valentino, @orchidyoonkook (One Shot, Spooky AU, Supernatural Creatures AU, Age Gap, Slice of Life, Angst, Smut, Fluff)

Sugar, @zehakoo (strangers to lovers, neighbours au, fluff, smut)

Peaches in bed, @borathae (Smut, married life!AU, domestic!AU)

Yoongi's Lullaby, @jiminrings (unrequited love friends to lovers soulmate au)

Snow Blanket, @yoonieper (friends to lovers, fluff, smut)

A Wager of Lords and Love, @hisunshiine (regency era au, arranged marriage au, s2l, fluff, smut, angst)

By The Time I've Figured Out What It's Worth, @ugh-yoongi (est. relationship, marriage au, angst, smut, fluff)

Bad Things, @yoonia (Brothel!au, Street Fighter!Yoongi, Escort!reader)

Close Call, @xjoonchildx (smut, mafia AU)

The Little Things, @kth1 (Smut, 21+, Slice of Life, One Shot)

Sweet Morning, @7ndipity (slightly suggestive, implied smut, implied drinking, swearing)

Shy, @7ndipity (smut, unprotected sex, soft dom-ish Yoongi)

Hello Soulmate, @bluemari23 (soulmate au, soulmarks, fluff)

Celestial Ruin, @remedyx (Fantasy, Angst, Smut, Corruption)

Carnal Desires, @explicit-tae (smut, stripper reader, mafia/gangster yoongi, grinding, finger sucking)

Moonlit Throne, @hobidreams (smut, angst, fluff)

Desolate, @angelicyoongie (angst, fluff, eventual smut)

The Perks of Being a Househusband, @sunnebeam (marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi in his stay-at-home hubs era)

Give It To Me, @ki-yomii (smut, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), praise kink, dom!yoongi, established relationship, pet names)

[raitonsfw]

𝟸𝟻𝟶 𝟶𝟶𝟶 𝚢𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 | 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 ꨄ

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Gojo was a big fucking spender, whether you liked it or not. Almost every clothing item he owned ranged well over the price of 150 000 yen, even his shoes; sometimes those were more expensive. Coming home one day from work, there’s a pink gift bag (complete with a lil bow and all) sitting pretty on the ottoman for you. As you opened it, black expensive lace peeked back at you and so did the price, zeros going on for miles on the tiny tag.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, boyfriend!gojo, rich!gojo, dirty talk, lingerie (and the tearing of it), grinding (if you squint), fingering, cunnilingus, slight breeding kink, p in v intercourse, creampie, insecurity (about how much gojo spends), corny pick up lines, sayings, & jokes, pet names (sweetheart, baby, angel, pretty, princess, good girl), lovedrunk, feral, & pussywhipped gojo (man loves you, would hang the moon for you fr), a surprise near the end (i said he loves you goddammit)

a/n: happy february 1st (finally can say it without the queue messing up my schedule) anyway, here's my second valentine for you loves! i hope you enjoy, until next week! 💌 wc: 3.4k. v-day m.list | m.list

a/n pt 2: p.s. i'm such a sucker for writing gojo kinda cringey. alsoo its not my best work but i did what i could!

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

Coming home was the biggest mistake you had made in your entire life, because what the fuck was this? Your fingers held up a piece of lace material, black in color and you puzzled at it as you noticed that the lingerie piece barely looked as though it’d cover anything; thanks to your million dollar boyfriend.

“It’s gorgeous, huh?” You heard his promiscuous voice ring out through the living room at just the right time, when your voice cursed him to the high heavens. You nearly jumped out of your skin, the lingerie falling near your feet and you turned quickly to face him, his hip popped against the doorframe.

“Satoru!” Your face was bright red, the blush spreading down your neck and you hid your face underneath your sweatshirt sleeve with a scowl. Gojo was in his usual sorcerer uniform, complete with the black blindfold covering the vivid blue and you still tried to shy away from him even though you knew you couldn’t. Not when his eyes saw all, saw the way yours glistened at the thoughtful gift.

“Hey sweetheart. Like the gift?” 

“I told you not to buy me any more lingerie…” You huffed, glancing at the tag as you went to put the set back in the bag. There was an infinite amount of zeroes littering the price tag and you almost dropped the lingerie piece again– in utter shock that the fucking price was over 250,000 yen. “Oh my God…”

“Oh, please. I know you, you don’t wear lingerie sets more than twice. And last time I checked, I tore the last one.” He smirked, walking towards you with a tiny skip in his step and your hands trembled as you smoothed the lace over with your delicate fingers. “Besides, your favorite store was having a Valentine’s Day sale and I just had to have you in that.” 

Right, it was Valentine’s Day soon. 

“A sale?! This doesn’t look like a price tag for a sale. More like someone’s monthly rent, -toru.” You frowned, feeling Gojo’s strong arms fold underneath your waist and he took the fabric in his hands. Unfurling it from its tangled confines, he draped it over you with a gentle hum of a tune evading your surroundings.

“Hold it like that for me.” Gojo murmured as he stepped around you, standing in front of you while checking behind him as he backed up slightly. He focused on you, his fingers coming up to ‘snap a picture’ and you blushed profusely when you saw the dopey smile that mustered up on his face. Your blush turned into another scowl though as you remembered the price of it, how could he just spend money so fruitlessly?

Gojo lifted his blindfold for a few seconds to glance at your figure; you could see the gears turning in his head and you wouldn’t be very surprised if he sprouted an erection right then and there. But he also noticed your glowering eyes and his lighthearted demeanor faded away, a worried look washing over his face.

“What’re mad for, baby? I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to spoil you.” 

“You spend so much on me, I’m not worth that much.” You muttered, starting to fold the lingerie set to put it back in the bag; away and out of sight from you.

You usually liked Gojo’s sweet gestures, gifts piled at your doorstep like it was Christmas every month normally but this time it just seemed a bit out of place– you knew him to flaunt his wealth alot but this? He’s never gotten you something so expensive. You couldn’t accept such a generous gift that would be soiled within minutes of wearing it.

“Excuse me? Where’d you learn that crazy talk from?” Gojo said with an exasperated gasp, coming to embrace you and you didn’t answer him as he pulled you close. His hands feathered through your hair and honestly you couldn’t breath through the fabric of his jacket, the turtleneck part of it threatening to strangle you as he squeezed himself around you in a tight hug.

“Don’t ever think that! I would buy the world for you if I could manage to fit it inside a gift box.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh into his chest, his words souring after they sat for a minute. “That was so cringey, Satoru.” 

“You still love me though, perks of being me… I think?” Gojo let go of you, holding you by your shoulders now and you reached up to slip his blindfold fully off. He blinked through the dimness of the apartment, his eyes fixating on you once more. 

There was something that just made you feel so in love with him, everytime you managed to zero in on those hypnotic eyes of his– almost every bad thought melted away and yeah, you were definitely overreacting. 

Let the man spoil you, if he so wishes.

“Yes, I still love you.” You fonded, planting a luscious kiss against his lips and he had no qualms, his mouth instantly moving against you eagerly. Gojo softly moaned into the kiss, one of his hands snaking down your back towards your ass and you squeaked out as he gave you a tiny swat against the plushness of it.

“Great, now go try on the lingerie.” Thrusting the bag back into your hands, he grinned at you and there was no way in hell you could deny him– not with the way he looked, so ecstatic to see you in the precious lace garments he bought you.

Putting it on wasn’t much of a struggle, it fit you nicely in all the right places. The full length mirror did you just enough justice, staring back at a body that had devious curves and everything in between the skimpy lace that barely covered your intimates. You weren't all that self conscious, though you weren’t sure what you’d do once you were in front of Gojo. Where would he look first? 

Would his eyes lay against your breasts that bobbed in the lace, perched up prettily or would they drag to your soft thighs, cuffed in the garter belt holding up the thigh highs that accented the set? Would they focus on your mound and in the middle, your drenched pussy staining the thin fabric or would he drool over everything all at once? 

“Baby… Are you done yet? I’m getting lonely.” You heard him mewl outside the door, a soft tap from his knuckle echoing through the bathroom and you nodded to yourself, adjusting little bits and pieces of the thread to make sure it sat perfectly for him. 

You paused with your hand on the doorknob. Why were you so goddamn nervous? 

“You have it on? C’mon, let me see already.” 

As you opened the door, Gojo wasn’t in front of it anymore. Instead, he was seated on the lavish sofa that met in the center of the room, his head lying lazily against the back of it with his arms extended. His thighs were spread apart on the cushions, his legs folding outwards and you could already see a lush bulge in his trousers, peaked with interest as he waited impatiently for you. You wanted to skip the shame of twirling for him and just sit yourself right against it, sit yourself down on it and just–

Gojo’s head snapped up– he must’ve sensed you– and his bright eyes zeroed in on your face first. Then they trailed down towards your body, drinking in the adorned curves of the lingerie on you and his mouth fell open in a quiet sigh. “Y/N…” 

You walked towards him, a small sway to your step and his hands pressed down against the sofa as you neared him. They nearly white knuckled it, his mouth still open and his eyes flickering over every crevice of the threads decorating you– his knees had quickly pressed together and you’ve never seen him so flustered in your entire life. Sure, you’ve modeled for him here and there with other gorgeous sets; but this was different. 

Was this your Satoru? The ego induced maniac who could and would knock you off your feet with a single flirtatious remark? It was refreshing to see him like this– reduced to nothing but boyish clouded lust.

“You going to say something other than my name, baby?” You asked, pureness reining your voice and you purred inwardly when he was still speechless. You eyed at the seam of his trousers, noticing the way it tented up considerably just from a few seconds of gazing you over. “Satoru?” 

“Hi, yes sorry. Come here.” Gojo’s hand faltered slightly as he reached for you and you happily obliged, straddling his lap. A low hum escaped him as you sat flush with his clothed cock against your heat, his legs spreading apart again to let you sink down onto him comfortably. “Holy hell, is this heaven ‘cause you look like–” 

“So help me if you finish that sentence, I’ll take this off.” You interrupted, getting ready to move off of him but his hands grasped your hips greedily. 

“That’s what I’m hoping for, angel.” A naughty grin crept up on his face as he pulled you into a warm kiss. Yeah, it’s definitely your Satoru.

His tongue slid past your lips easily and his eyes slipped shut, drawing you closer to him– faintly aware of the slickness that roughed up his trousers. You bit his lip seductively and a startled moan spilled into your mouth heavily, his hips subtly rocking up into you. It was needy and desperate and everything you ever wanted to hear and feel from him, because of course he was already riled up– just look at you.

His fingers looped inside the lace of your panties, rubbing his fingertips against the seams of it and you hummed as they curved towards the where you needed it most. His other hand fondled your breast, the flesh of it spilling out over the cups and all he wanted to do was press a tender kiss to your nipple, sucking it in between his teeth to nip and tug til it reddened with overstimulation. 

“Are you going to touch me or…” You shook him from his daze, earning a sarcastic snort from him.

You moaned quietly as his hand immediately slipped underneath the fabric, toying with your nipple until it hardened and a gentle finger swiped through the slick that collected inside your panties. He tsked, “Already ruining the lace, so filthy…” 

You let out a tiny huff, intending to apologize when two of his fingers sunk through your arousal and you leaned into him with a whimper. Gojo didn't hesitate to mark up your neck as soon as you moved forward, his teeth grazing alongside the nasty bruises and your hips jutted out as he expertly curled his digits into you. You whined into his ear– a glorious symphony if he must say so himself– and his thumb pressed into the swell of your clit. Sucking a languid hickey against the near front of your neck, he noticed you had started to move against him– fucking your perfect cunt down onto his pliant fingers.

Every roll of your hips, his cock got some action as well; as your clit rubbed against the tip of his cock that threatened to burst out of his trousers now. Holy fuck, he was straining too– he knew you could feel it as you sat right against it. He was losing his train of thought more and more by the second as you panted out, he needed more– so much more, his dick was nearly crying as it leaked out tiny droplets of precum in his boxers. If you weren’t so lost in pleasure at the moment, you would’ve noticed the small wet spot forming in the fabric– his jujutsu uniform’s probably going to need to be dry cleaned.

He would finish his pick up line if he could speak, his voice not quite there anymore– you looked like a heaven sent angel veiled in the lingerie of a hell spawned devil. 

From his angle, Gojo could see the swell of your ass lightly jiggling, the lace barely covering it and the flesh of your thighs sat beautifully against his own and honestly he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you, his vision blackening with lust as you worked yourself fully open on his fingers now. His cock ached so fucking badly and he vaguely noted to get you crotchless lingerie next time so he could just slide right in without needing to fumble with the weird straps. 

When your breath hitched in your throat as your clit spasming directly against the frenulum of his cock, his tip desperately trying to dip into the lace through his thick fucking clothing– he lost it.

“Fuck it…” You heard him growl against your laced breast as he popped it out of its cup, the entire bralette tearing on impact. You gasped at the ripping sound, but you were too delirious to scold him as his fingers started fucking faster into you to keep you quiet about the torn lingerie. Gojo snagged your nipple in his mouth with a frantic moan, his fingers coated with slick as he pulled them out quickly to tear off your panties. They shedded easily and you were left with remnants of lace pristine against your body, another gasp coming from you as you realized what he did.

“-toru, what are you–?!” 

Before you could finish your sentence, your entire figure was thrown against the cushions of the sofa and his shirt and trousers were stripped from his body. His eyes were trained on your ripped lingerie and you couldn’t quite figure out what was going on in his head until he yanked the rest of it off, excluding your thigh highs. And now you were exposed in front of him and he was out 250,000 yen; because he just couldn’t keep his composure.

“I’ll buy you another set, I swear– though I can’t guarantee it’ll survive…” Gojo said under his breath, planting kisses down the span of your chest. He trailed them towards your tummy, innate circles rubbing into your hips and he shuddered at how the garter belt sat snug against your waist– and how easy it was to tear off, his teeth latching on it with fervor. You gasped as you felt the band snap, your thigh highs falling  down slightly where they sat as they were no longer held up by the precious lace. 

He grabbed the extra lace from his mouth and threw it somewhere across the room, his tongue immediately delving into your tight heat. A broken whine was coaxed from your throat as he fucked it in and out needily, quiet pants breathing over your cunt. Gojo’s hands grabbed at your thighs, pressing his nose straight into your clit as he lapped at everything he could reach and you couldn’t help the wanton moans that leaked from your mouth, your hands grasping at his snowy hair.

He was downright animalistic at this point. You carved his shoulder blades with your nails, desperate for him to drive you over the edge; your impending orgasm making your legs tremble. “Satoru, shit– c-close…”

“C’mon, cum for me, pretty.” He murmured into your cunt, slightly muffled and you keened up into his mouth– ultimately fucking yourself on his tongue. And God, did he groan at that; his hums of utter satisfaction basically sent you spasming through your climax. Your hands flew to the edge of the sofa, clutching tightly as you rolled your hips into the insane pleasure– into his mouth that lapped up every drool of arousal that leaked out from your convulsions. He was vain with it too, looping out his fucking name against your folds to claim you as you whimpered his name.

“T-Take me with you to shop next time.” You managed out as you sat up on your elbows, looking down at him while you came down from your high. “I’ll decide what you can and can’t rip.” 

Gojo tutted out a laugh, coming up to hover over you– his chin glinted with your juices and you reddened at the sight of how goddamn needy you were. “Fine, baby– now arch your back f’ me.”

His cock prodded your entrance, slender fingers wrapped around the base of it as he guided it into you greedily and you threw your head back against the arm of the sofa with a whine. You did exactly as he said; you arched your back into the intoxicating pleasure, his cock stretching you out and filling every bit of space you could give him. He fit perfectly within you everytime, which made you dizzy with lust as you hooked one hand around the back of his neck.

“Always take me so well, princess.” Gojo purred, not bothering to let you adjust as he started to snap his hips into you. “Fits like a glove, huh?” 

You were so sore already– from the last orgasm wreaking havoc– but you couldn’t get enough of his long cock drilling into you, every thrust kissing your cervix and making your walls clench around him with whimpers drowning out the riveting squelches. You managed to look up at him, his fingertips nudging into the plush of your thighs, against the sleek material of your thigh highs and you knew he wasn’t going to last very long. 

His eyes were already rolling back into his head at every fill of his cock dragging against your walls, his jaw slack and you were surprised at how pussy whipped he was– normally he’d watch you religiously writhe underneath him. His hair was disheveled as he ran his hand through it before frantically gripping your thigh again, panting out curses and you inadvertently squeezed hard around him at the action with a high pitched moan. 

“Oh– fuck, holy shit..! Keep squeezing me like that, we’re g-gonna have to go shopping–” Gojo groaned out, his cock pounding into you harder now, pleasure coursing through your entire body as he hit your sweet spot dead on. 

“F-For more lingerie?” 

“No, for a fucking crib.”

“Fuck, Satoru– faster.” You whined out, completely obsessed with the thought and you felt your second climax tremble through your thighs, straight towards the throbbing of your cunt. ‘Cum in me, -toru…please.”

Gojo didn’t answer you, too wrapped up in your pretty pussy with hefty moans pouring out of him and his fingers slipped down towards your clit. He rubbed circles against it, interchanging his angle to fuck you deeper, faster– and you could feel how close you were.

“Got another surprise for you on Valentine’s Day, baby…” He started babbling, his chest rising and falling as he rutted into you. His eyes slipped from his cock, creamy and wet from your arousal, to your eyes now. “Involves a little jewelry piece, think you’ll love it… Think you’ll love me even more.” 

You didn’t hear him though, too caught up in your release caving in every sense you had and replacing them with pure euphoria. You couldn’t fucking see, hear, even think as it overtook your body. You came so hard around his cock, clenching and unclenching which brought Gojo to his own release rather quickly. He stilled in you with a harsh whine and his eyes squeezed shut as he came in you, white ropes leaking out rather abruptly. 

He repeated soft praises like ‘good girl, take it all…’ and ‘gonna make sure none drools outta you, so good for me’ a few times in a needy tone, collapsing against your chest afterwards. Gojo buried his face into your neck, smoothing his hands over the thigh highs you had on. 

“I’m so sorry about the lingerie, Y/N…” He apologized, his eyes glancing up towards yours as he moved over to litter kisses on your cheek. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow, I promise. You’ll pick out your Valentine’s Day lingerie set and I’ll watch you model it for me–”

You interrupt him with a soft kiss, humming against his lips. “It wasn’t my money, it was yours, you idiot.”

Gojo blinked at you, then a mischievous look crossed his face. “How about a nice pink set this time? Frilly, rose hearts covering your perky nipples and–” 

“Satoru.”

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[unintentionalseductress]

Sleep is overrated for Xavier and can you feel how much I want you for Zayne if these haven't been requested yet please🫶🏽❤️

Hey anon! Sorry I'm getting to this kinda late, I was sick and just started to feel better. Normally I'd say limit one prompt per request but since I didn't get that many I'm writing both (and because I'm a sucker for these two).

“Sleep is overrated. I have better ideas.”

“Can you feel how much I want you?”

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Xavier:

It was a rare day off and Xavier was snuggled into you, your back pressed comfortably against his chest. You knew being a hunter drained him and that sleep was a luxury for him. However, you were just needy enough today that the sight of him getting ready to fall asleep was making you antsy. You turn in his arms, pushing your face up to his.

Blue eyes already heavy from a long's day work blink at you. "Are you ok?" His long fingers idly play with your hair, pushing it back behind your ears, a sleepy smile twisting his lips.

"Xav, are you planning on going to bed already?" You run your fingers down the front of his tshirt hoping to rouse him but he yawns loudly as the question is asked.

"I was. I'm sleepy."

“Sleep is overrated. I have better ideas.” You hold your breath waiting for his reaction and see a little twinkle in those captivating eyes.

"Better ideas? Like what?" Curious, he props himself up on his elbow to look at you.

"Oh you know...just...cute little ideas..." You boldly trace your fingers further down his chest, running bast his belly and suggestively give a light stroke at the front of his pajama pants. His sleepiness evaporates in an instant, every nerve in his body at attention.

"What are you doing angel?" he asks tentatively as you stroke him again, then reach out to cup him in your palm, feeling the softness morph under your touch.

"Isn't it obvious?" you tease then start pulling down the waistband of his underwear and pajamas at the same time. Pink dusts his cheeks but he allows you to do so, covered only by the blanket. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, his newly hardened cock now in your grip and pump him enticingly.

"Does that feel good?" you murmur sweetly in his ear, hot breath tickling him as he lets out a groan. Xavier manages to nod and you continue playing with him, stroke after long stroke of your small, soft, hand bringing him closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.

His hips start to roll on their own accord, matching the pace of your hand as you bite and kiss his neck.

"Mhhmm...that's so good angel..." his voice pants, thick with desire as your dextrous fingers continue to pet him. Precum leaks from his tip and you gather them to further lubricate him, movements growing slick and fast. Heat gathers in his abdomen and he can't control the noises he makes, hoping for it to come to peak soon.

A low, gravelly moan escapes him as he orgasms, spurts of cum erupting from his tip and falling messily onto your hand, little spasms punctuating his pleasure at the base of his cock.

He gazes at you in adoration and you grin.

"Still sleepy?"

Zayne:

Your arms are wrapped around Zayne's neck as he kisses you, tongues mixing and lips desperately locked against the other's.

It hadn't been that long since you'd had sex but the two of you had a hard time keeping your hands off each other, growing clingier as the day had progressed. Zayne's intentions were made clear from the moment you stepped into the car, his broad hand caressing your thigh as the other remained on the steering wheel. Your bare bodies are flush against each other and you feel tight hardness pressing against your thigh.

“Can you feel how much I want you?” He rasps, grinding himself on the soft plushness of your legs, his head bowed against your collarbone. "You make me...so weak for you..."

His lips capture yours possessively as his fingers dip between your wet folds, gently stroking before inserting a thick finger into your leaking core, his thumb coming up to rub circles on your clit. Your lips part to let out a sigh of pleasure, struggling against his actions, the sweetness gathering in your pussy too good to describe.

Your nails tighten on his back , leaving marks, whining needily. "Zayne don't stop...that's perfect..."

"I have no intentions to stop if it's making my pretty girl feel good," he says in a smooth whisper and you bury your face into his shoulder as you cum, pussy spasming around his fingers in harmony with your clit. Colors fade in and out of your vision as you ride out the waves of pleasure before collapsing back onto the bed. Zayne licks his fingers clean before positioning and sheathing himself into your warm cunt.

Both of you hiss in pleasure as he bottoms out, stretching you deliciously. "Can you take it?" He asks as he starts to thrust.

You nod dizzily, your brain turning to mush as he strokes your inner walls.

"That's my good girl."

[anantaru]

cw. enemies to lovers, rough fucking, mean wriothesley, mentions of "good girl" and "fucktoy", fem! reader

you shouldn't adore wriothesley— nor look at him with those glowy eyes which occasionally manifest into a dazed glimmer when he finds himself in between your thighs after making your life a living hell— the arrogance of his person prickling through his entire facial expression that it made you sick to your stomach.

but those parted lips of yours, they made him go insane, and they're quite delicious if he was being honest.

wriothesley wonders how they'd feel tightly wrapped around his dripping cock— are you a soft sucker and get wet when his musky scent invades your nostrils? do you take your time like a good girl? or do you want him to sob hysterically as you harshly hollow your cheeks and swallow his cock until the tip of your nose tickles his base and your chin repeatedly hit his sore balls?

your mouth was hot against his skin and left him fully exposed— his lips quirking up against your face when he grinds his hips desperately with a rumbling hum, his expression sickly sweet with barely hidden amusement when your pussy instantly clenches down on him. the friction was near unbearable that your cunt made squelching noises that echoed through the animated hotness in the room.

"oh, wow," wriothesley whispers softly, his fingers clasping at the flesh of your thighs, keeping you steady and open, tongue laving wet into your mouth as he drags your arousal-slick walls back around to his own desperate erection twitching in you.

"you're already dripping wet," he pauses, his breathing uneven as his hands catch on either side of your sore body, thrusting into you as your back bends with a feline arch tilted upwards,

"i'm so flattered," he adds, "but you're so dirty, so fucking dirty,"

wriothesley points out the obvious, carefully pushing his cock through your walls rather than slamming it as he had intended, in fact— you cannot wait to make him pay for practically humiliating you with his choice of dirty talk.

considering that it even came to this point was unbelievably embarrassing if the duke wasn't this handsome.

although whenever he opens his mouth to speak, you could take back everything you said instantly.

"don't play dumb with me," he watches how you struggle, how you writhe beneath his large body and glance questionably up through lowered eyelashes.

but instead of answering, you continue to moan softly into his shoulder as he practically punches the air from your lungs while warming the deepest parts in your pussy, rolling his hips faster into your cunt and watching with pride how you're slowly turning into his little fucktoy.

"ahh.. shut it," you pant out, though it hardly distracts him from fucking the broad daylight out of you.

"come on," wriothesley demands, "don't you know when to quit denying that you do like all of this?"

he retorts and instantly manhandles your body and thrusts you back and forth like you're practically made out of nothing.

"yeah..." you whine, "won't give you— ah! fuck,"

your hands slip beneath his shoulders to hold him closer to soften the impact of the fast, teasing shoves on your cunt before you tease faint scratches on his back, your nails like searing daggers on his skin, setting him aflame.

he captures those swollen lips of yours in a filthy-wet kiss, slower and less violent than before that it made you flinch a little, tongues sliding hot and slick with near-pornographic promise, sweet tides of your melting liquids slicking around your thighs and the base of his cock, drying on your flesh and looking filthy.

denying yourself off this pleasure was no longer an option— because you enjoyed this, as much as he did, the air shifting between your bodies with rapid, shallow thrusts that the tension pulls so taut that you wonder how long your limbs would allow him to fuck through you.

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[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

The Hat Rule.

Characters: Portgas D. Ace, Buggy the Clown, Dracule Mihawk, Trafalgar Law [ uses they/them ], X-Drake / Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 2,422

Rating: Mature

Warnings: None

Author's Notes: I'm a sucker for the Hat Rule, sue me. Nothing but some subtle spice. Enjoy!

You would be lying if you said it hadn’t been thrilling to sneak up behind them and pluck the hat off their head. They were so attached to it, it was funny! Of course, sentimentality was one thing- but really, the way they had paused, reaching up to touch their head as if confused at the sudden loss had been far too comical for you to even consider not laughing at. But the moment they had turned, had called out your name-

You ran.

You had sprinted across the dock back towards safety, hat clutched in your hand as they followed after you. But you were faster- always had been quicker on your feet. You scurried up the gangplank, avoiding collisions with your fellow shipmates as you made your way below deck to your quarters. You thought you were safe, you really had! Taking a minute to catch your breath, you settled the hat atop your own head with a grin. 

Success! 

That is, until the door opened. You turned, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the owner of said hat, leaning against the door with an expression that lingered between amused and… Something else. Something darker. You suddenly realized you had cornered yourself in your haste to escape- and now, you had nowhere to run. 

──Portgas D. Ace [ 353 ]

Your heart hammered in your chest as Ace chuckled, arms crossed over his chest as you leaned back against the opposite wall. “You had your fun,” he spoke softly, holding a hand out to you. “Now gimme my hat back.”

“No.” You replied defiantly, instead putting the hat on your own head. You turned, studying your reflection in the mirror on the wall, tilting your head to and fro as a smile curved your lips. “I think it looks better on me, really,” you couldn’t help but tease.

“There’s a rule ‘bout wearin’ someone else’s hat, y/n.” Ace sighed, stepping in, closing the door behind himself- and locking it, something that had your breath faltering. A rule? What was he talking about? It was just a hat! Even so, he crossed the room with a few strides, settling behind you. His hands smoothed across your hips, his head dipping down to press chaste kisses along your throat. “You wear the hat, you ride the sailor,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, his gaze finding your own in the reflection. 

Hunger. That’s what that expression was; his beautiful brown eyes dark in the soft light of the room. Your heart stuttered in its beat as he kept your gaze locked with his own, lips pressing over where your carotid artery lay in your throat. “Oh,” you whispered back, blinking slowly as his hands wandered. Fingers plucked at the edge of your shirt, dragging it up slowly with his fingers as they trailed heated paths across your skin. His Devil Fruit ability- oh, how you loved that. 

“Whattya say, y/n?” He asked, biting at your shoulder gently, not enough to cause pain but certainly enough to draw a gasp out of your lips. You nodded mutely, transfixed by your reflections as he grinned wolfishly over your shoulder. “That’s my baby.” A damn near growl as he tugged your back against his front, subtle grinds of his hips giving you a clear image of just how much he wanted you. 

You were suddenly glad you decided to steal his silly little hat. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

──Buggy the Clown [ 464 ]

It had been a celebration. Another successful show, another successful tithe paid from the townsfolk. One of those rare times where your Captain was genuinely happy, laughing with his crew as the bonfire burned brightly on the beach. But you weren’t there- no, you were sitting on the throne in the center ring of the Big Top, orange tricorn settled atop your head as you waited. 

You didn’t have to wait for long.

“Y/n,” Buggy called out as he sauntered in, his gaze settling on your form sitting in his chair, wearing his hat. The sight had his breath faltering, had his mouth suddenly dry. You looked damn good sitting there, almost as good as he did. Your legs kicked up over the arm, your lips curved into a cheeky grin. His hat… His hat on your head. 

He approached slowly, the sounds of the celebration fading behind him as he reached the throne. “Look at you! All comfortable in my chair, wearing my hat.” He muttered, one hand grabbing your chin, forcing your head up and back to meet his gaze. The other settled on the top of the throne as he leaned his weight against it, hovering over you.

“Your hat?” You countered with faux confusion. You reached up, touching the tricorn. “I could’ve sworn this was my hat.”

“Brat.” Buggy hissed as you grinned. 

You leaned up, sitting upright as your legs shifted down from the arm of the couch. “Yeah? Am I?” You continued to taunt, watching as your lover’s gaze brightened with the game you had decided to play.

“Yaknow, there’s this funny little rule that comes with wearing someone else’s hat.” His thumb brushed against your lower lip. You leaned into the touch, gaze flickering down to his painted smile. 

“What is it?” You breathed as he shifted closer. When you’d stolen his hat, you’d let his hair down. Aquamarine tresses spilled over his shoulders, falling forward to cloak you, giving an odd form of privacy as his lips ghosted against your own.

“Wear the hat, ride the Captain.” Buggy murmured as he captured your lips in a kiss. Paint smeared against your skin as you reached up, tangling your fingers in his hair, drawing out a pleased hum from him as he pressed closer. 

You pulled back with a nip to his lip, watching the way he crumbled beneath you so easily. “Ride the Captain, eh?” The thought set a fire in you. You rose to your feet, swapping places with a hand against his chest, shoving him down into his throne. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck you here.”

“Shit,” he chuckled, hands settling on your waist as you took your place on his lap. “Keep the hat on.”

“Yes, Captain.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

──Dracule Mihawk [ 516 ]

You felt like royalty as you ran through the halls of the castle. Perhaps it was the romance novels you’d read over the years, but there was something particularly thrilling about running through corridor after corridor with the tricorn clutched to your chest. You found yourself in the library, chest rising and falling with deep breaths as you turned to face the doors. Any moment now, Dracule would walk in.

It was worth it. Grabbing his tricorn the moment he’d docked at the island, running as fast as your legs could carry you back to the castle. You worried your lip as you looked down at the black leather, fingers brushing against the stitching. After a moment’s hesitation, you raised the hat- and settled it atop your head.

The doors swung open. 

“Darling,” Mihawk drawled. Yoru wasn’t on his back; his coat had been discarded, no doubt left by the front entryway. He sighed, taking in the sight of you in the moment. Cheeks flushed, hat perched atop your head; you were bathed in the orange glow of the fireplace. The sun had already set behind you; no light spilled through the large windows. 

A piece of art, you were.

“I believe you have something that belongs to me.” Slow steps drew him closer, even as you took shorter steps backwards- until you stumbled, ending up on your rear on the rug before the fireplace. Mihawk chuckled as he stood over you, arms crossed over his chest.

You found your words at last, grinning up at your lover. “I dunno what you’re talking about.” Cheekily, you leaned back on your elbows as Dracule knelt, reaching out to cup your cheek gently. “All I have is this shirt… And this hat.”

“... That’s all?” His gaze flickered down to your legs- bare, he realized. When had you stripped your trousers? He was certain you had been wearing them when you met him at the dock. “There’s a certain tradition when you wear another’s hat.”

“Tell me about it.” You sighed as his hand smoothed along your calf, gently massaging the muscle. He moved slowly, crawling over your form as his hands left your leg and cheek, balancing his weight over you. He dipped his head, stealing a kiss from you that had your head swimming by the end of it. The ghost of a brush of his tongue against your lip before he parted; you leaned forward, chasing him. 

“Wear the hat,” he murmured as he shifted, arm curling around your waist. In a movement too quick to track, he’d rolled you both, settling you on his lap as he settled on the rug. His fingers gripped your thighs, dangerously high to rucking up your- no, that was certainly his- shirt. “Ride the pirate.”

“Oh,” you breathed, mind growing fuzzy with the lust that was beginning to course through your veins. You shift your hips slowly, feeling your lover respond in kind. A groan pulled free of you as your hands settle on his chest, fingers gripping at his shirt. “Oh, I think I like that one.”

“Good.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

──Trafalgar Law [ 450 ]

It was hard to hide in a submarine. This was your first- no, second- mistake. Taking your Captain’s hat was the first mistake. Hiding in the submarine was the second. And the third? Deciding to add insult to injury by hiding in their own quarters. Was it the brightest of ideas? No. But Shachi wasn’t going to let you get out of the bet without consequences, and like hell you were going to cough up five hundred berries. 

So, you stole Law’s hat. And then had run for your damn life. 

You could hear the heavy footsteps of their boots as they approached. You panicked- and tugged the white hat on as the door opened, revealing the frustrated face of Law. They paused, brow furrowing at the sight of you standing in the middle of their quarters. “The boiler room would have been a better hiding place,” they taunted sarcastically, closing the door behind themself before leaning back against it. 

“I uh, I panicked?” You shrugged, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. You reached up, patting the hat on your head. “I get why you wear it. ‘S comfy.”

“It looks good on you.” They admitted softly, pushing off the door to cross the room, settling before you. Their hand raised, brushing a strand of hair back behind your ear. “Almost as good as it looks on me,” they finished, lips curving into that signature cocky grin that had you stomach twisting. 

You reached out, settling your hands on their chest, “There’s this lil’ thing,” words barely above a whisper; they had to focus on you to really hear. “This lil’ rule I remember learnin’ about.”

“And what would that be?” They asked just as softly, hands settling on your hips, drawing you closer, pressing your form against their own. Their hands squeezed slowly, the pressure enough to draw a pleased sigh from you.

You leaned in, lips brushing against their ear. “If I wear my Captain’s hat- I have to ride them.” A nip against the shell of their ear had a shudder dancing across them. You could have sworn a soft ‘fuck’ had slipped free from them. “Is that right?”

They pulled back, hand coming up to grip your jaw. A mischievous light had settled in their gaze as they studied you. You weren’t sorry; not a single speck of sympathy lingered in your expression, in your words, in your teasing. “You are, y/n-ya.” They rasped as they leaned in, stealing a kiss. Their teeth grazed your lip as they guided you backwards, until the back of your knees hit the bed. You sank slowly, but they didn’t part- not until you pulled back, panting.

“Captain-”

“Keep it on.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

──X Drake [ 399 ]

You had managed to stumble into your quarters on the Liberal Hind, only to realize that oh- well, shit. That’s a mistake. You curse yourself softly as you try to figure out how to get out of this mess. It had been a silly idea. You hadn’t seen your Captain laugh in a while- and thought that hey, stealing the hat would be funny!

Apparently not, given the yell that had come from him as you sprinted away. 

Your heart skipped more than one beat as the door to your quarters swung open, revealing the tall form of your Captain, X-Drake. You swallowed roughly around nothing as he studied you, brow furrowed. He ran a hand through his hair with a huff, stepping in and closing the door behind himself. 

Slowly, you raised the hat- and placed it on your own head.

Worth it, you thought to yourself as your lover’s eyes widened in shock as he turned around once more. “Missing something?” You teased, arms crossing over your chest as he studied you.

“That’s my hat.” He stated simply, taking a step forward. “Why did you take it?”

“Maybe I want it.” You shrugged, watching the way his eye twitched at the blatant insubordination you showed. Former Marines, always so strict. You worried your cheek as you glanced away. “I think it looks good, don’t you?”

“It…” He faltered, drawing in a slow breath. “It does look good, yes.” He crossed over to you, reaching out a hand to grasp the hat- only to pause. You were at port. The crew was working on supply runs. Alone on the ship. His hand lowered to tilt your chin up gently, his demeanor shifting as he tilted your head to the left- and then the right. “It suits you well,” he murmured, voice damn near molten gold with the way it poured over you. 

You shuddered, gaze rising to meet his own. “What’s that old saying… Wear the hat, ride the Captain?”

His jaw clenched; the hand on your chin flexed. Got him. “You’re nothing but trouble,” he groaned as his hands smoothed down your sides, hooking in the waistband of your trousers, tugging you closer to himself. “You need to be disciplined. Stealing from your captain…”

“Then do it,” you whispered, leaning in to ghost a kiss along his jaw. “After all, I did steal.”

“Turn around.”

“Yes, sir.”

[im4rmy]

your first time together - chenle (idol AU)

IMAGINE: he picks you up after your match and he's a sucker for your volleyball jersey.

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• "hi baby! how are you?"

• chenle couldn't even answer because you barged in his car with your fucking jersey on, white knee-socks and that damn ponytail.

• "you didn't c-change your clothes?" "oh- sorry, when you texted me about tonight i was already at the gym and i didn't have spare clothes with me... is this a problem? do i smell bad?"

• chenle laughed and leaned towards you to leave a soft peck on your lips. "no, you're perfect"

• he took a deep breath turning on the engine and trying to ignore his raging and sudden boner.

• you and him were dating for a month now and you did something... you were equally non-virgin but on the low-experience side, so you two had fun with A LOT of foreplay. but not sex yet.

• "sorry to not be able to watch the match, practice took longer than we expected" "it's okay, we won even without our favourite fanboy"

• while you started to yap about the match, chenle drove to the drive-through to get your dinner. no fancy restaurant tonight and you noticed he was more quiet than usual.

• you waited for him to park in a deserted parking lot before speaking. "what's wrong?" "mh?"

• "you're not talking" "that's because i'm listening"

• you scoffed and took a bite of your cheeseburger. "are you mad at me for something?"

• chenle almost chocked on his food before looking at you. "no! why?" "BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT TALKING CHENLE"

• he flinches and watches you with big eyes, but then he snorts and relax against the car seat in defeat. "you got me a boner"

• you look down at his pants and then up at his face. "how did i do it?" "your jersey" "ah, got it. mh can i finish my burger first?" "of course"

• you two dive into your dinner chatting as usual, with him shifting in his seat every once in a while, but the moment you wipe your mouth after finishing your well deserved meal- he's on you, smashing his lips on yours and holding you by gripping the back of your head.

• you laugh and push yourself on top of him, straddling his lap while he pulls his seat all the way back to make room for you. you pull up his hoodie and take it off, drooling over his arms and starting to massage them.

• he smiles knowingly and flexes them, making you laugh. "what will it be tonight?" "i was thinking that maybe tonight can be the night"

• you look at him in disbelief. "you can't be serious" "oh- i'm sorry. i didn't want to-"

• "you're telling me-" "y/n i'm sorry, i didn't mean-" "i'm speaking"

• you shut him up putting a finger on his mouth. "you're telling me that the first time i don't stand in front of my closet for an hour and don't spend the entire day putting my make-up on and doing my hair to look my best for your expensive ass- the first time i look like THIS and we're in a fucking car... YOU WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME?"

• he looks up at you with big and shocked eyes and nods. you scoff. "you're something else, i swear"

• he flashes you one of his wonderful smiles and you can't keep a straight face anymore. you shake your head and start to kiss him again lowkey grinding on him.

• he growls and takes a hold of your waist to press you down on him more. "shit. c-can you take off only your pants?"

• "do you really want to fuck me only in my jersey top?" "and the knee-socks, yes please"

• you snort and bite his lower lip, making him moan, but then you satisfy him anyway, taking off your shorts as less clumsly as possible in that position.

• chenle doesn't think about it twice and sneaks his hands in your wet panties making you mewl in pleasure. he watches you shamelessly riding his fingers while holding his shoulders for stability. "you're gorgeous"

• you open your eyes and look at him: he's insanely handsome and you can see the honesty in his gaze, the excitement and the love you know he feels towards you. you kiss him deeply, distracting him from his work between your legs.

• and while he's lost in your soft tongue, your hands find the zip of his jeans and pull it down. you free his still hard boner by lowering his boxer just enough.

• you hear him take a deep breath to calm himself down and you smile, caressing his cheek. "are you alright?" "it's you... of course"

• then you move aside your underwear and finally sit on him, making both of you gasp loudly at the contact. you start to ride him slowly to be able to feel him properly.

• he holds your sides and then your thighs, your arms, your hands, your breasts under your jersey, your ass... he's everywhere, you feel him in you, under your skin, in your mouth. you're overwhelmed with pleasure.

• neither of you speaks, you both just moan and whimper and sigh and curse under your breath, until the windows of the car start to fog.

• you feel your orgasm approach and you increase the pace of your pelvis and you feel chenle shaking under you. "oh- god. y/n i'm- shit"

• you meet his hips one last time before feeling him twitch inside of your clenching walls and you cum together, holding each other tightly.

• "wow" "i agree"

• you melt on his chest and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

• "you'll never come again to one of my game" "that's called cruelty and i'm against violence, you should know that"

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other chenle's chapters:

bf!chenle scenario

chenle - when you first met

chenle - your first time together ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ you're here!

OT7 chapters:

your contact names in each other's phone

his favourite part of your body

when he hurts you during sex by accident

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[angelxarii]

ISAGI HEADCANONS | N/SFW

HAVEN'T POSTED ANYTHING IN A HOT MINUTE

My stories will come out soon guys, I promise. I'm very sick rn and also busy with classes (no one asked)

But for the time being, lemme write up smth quick.

A/N: I posting this cause I got nothing else edited rn. Forgive me. NOT PROOFREAD!!

SFW

He's literally so cute

He would kiss you all over the place and tell you how perfect you are

He lovesssss running his fingers through your hair, ESPECIALLY after a hard day at practice

You both take baths together once a week, he loves it and lives by it

He always wants his hands on you no matter what. Whether it be holding hands, arm around your shoulder, hand on your thigh, whatever. He needs to touch you.

He pouts when you get mad at him for stressing so much over his games.

"Mm, baby please, 10 more minutes" yoichi looks up from the tv, wrapping his arms around your waist and pushing his chin against your chest making it harder for you to hold back a smile. You looked down at him, running your hand through his hair. "No more, yoi', it's late now. You need to sleep." You scolded him, making him nuzzle his face into your chest and whine like a baby. Eventually he listened because he couldnt say no to his beautiful gf.

NSFW

He's so good with his tongue and he knows it. Everytime he wants to tease you. He holds you in place with your thighs and tongues you down until you're dripping down his chin and on the mattress.

He loves hearing you moan his name.

Adores your skin and adores it even more when its marked up with hickies. Especially the ones that are harder to hide.

Not one for PDA since he gets shy but if he finds someone hitting on you, he'll pull you in by your waist and slip his tongue past your lips.

A very big tease. Loves whispering in your ears, blowing on your nipples or pussy. Handcuffing you and barely touching your body until you're begging him

Hes a sucker for when you sit on his lap.

"Feels.. good, yoic- oh!" You moaned, throwing your head back as isagi's hands rest on your hips helping your grind down onto him. "Doing so good for me, doll. Keep going. Make yourself cum and I'll reward you, alright baby?" He grinned wickedly, kissing your cheek and wiping some tears away. His eyes looked down at his clothed boner which you were practically riding, trying to get yourself off so he could reward you. Hands gripping his shoulders, biting your lip, moaning his name. Everything that he loved.

[blackberries45]

Okayy I’m back haha, thank you so much for your response and absolutely please don’t feel pressured to if you’re not comfortable but could I request Beetlejuice just like talking you through it and giving praise😭😭 I’m a sucker for him honestly 🖤

Sooooo absolutely just ignore this if it's not what you asked for and or sucks 🤣 I am so sorry this took so long and also that it turned into a short fic. Thank you so much for asking this 🖤

I'd also like thank @hederasgarden for letting me kinda circle and be encouraging. @liquidloz and @84reedsy for reading it and saying it wasn't trash and @the--blackdahlia for fixing the crazy amount of formatting errors and weirdness because I got on a roll finally and everything went out the window.

Brava Ragazza

Notes: I'm terrified to read it again because I'll probably delete it from over thinking, so best of luck 😅

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, praise

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You sat on the floor staring at the TV. It had been too long of a day, and you were completely vegging out now. Your elbows were resting on your coffee table, and your head was between your hands. You couldn't even tell what was actually on because you were just staring at this point. A solid hour had probably gone by, and you hadn’t moved a muscle. You did know instantly, however, when he was sitting behind you on the couch.

 “Hey,” it was so blasé. “Do you need something?” you asked him without even turning around.

 “No, but you do. Make me stick around for a minute."

 “Ok,” you said, still staring at the TV and not really giving it much thought. You melted yourself down so your head was just resting on your arm across the table as you lazily said his name three times. Now you were aware you were watching Friends, sideways. 

Not caring to reposition, you started speaking without much thought. “I'm surprised you're around today. You seemed rather jealous of that guy I had over a few nights ago.” 

Before you had time to realize what was happening, your head was being yanked backward by your ponytail into Beetlejuice’s crotch, now looking upside down at him. He blew a puff of smoke in your face. 

“I don't get jealous babes. Now come up here so I can show you why,” he released your head but you were sitting back up too slowly for him. Snap! You were suddenly straddling his left thigh. The quick motion caught you off guard and your arms fell forward to grab his shoulders to steady yourself. His eyebrow raised in amusement, 

“You good?” he asked as he slightly turned his head to take another drag of his cigarette. “Now here's what's going to happen,” he slowly blew out the smoke. “I'm going to have you grind yourself as hard as you can into my thigh. I'm going to show you why I can do more just sitting here than that little shit could have done with his whole body.” 

“But Beej, I didn't even sleep with him!” You started to protest. 

“Yeah honey but you wanted to.” The protest on your face quickly dropped, you know he was right. You didn't really care about the guy you honestly by that point just wanted to get off but it never worked out. He was way too annoying and the embarrassment the next morning wouldn't have been worth it. You started to protest again but this time your voice came out quietly 

“I think I'm too heavy to be on  you like this and..” 

“The fuck you talking about? I'm literally a..” 

“And also,” you interrupted him, “This is really exposing. And we haven't even done anything before. I honestly didn't even know you could do anything” That sent him into the ultimate rage. He snapped again and you were naked except for your bra. “Oh my god!” You started to push yourself up to get off him but he grabbed you by the waist and slammed you back down onto his thigh. The instant hard pressure against your pubic bone sent tiny sparks up to your stomach, but you started to say his name in protest again. “Beetle…” Snap! Your mouth was sewn shut. 

“Oh no honey, we are way past that.” His eyes went from blue to dark stormy gray. “Move!” you looked at him with giant wide eyes and slightly shook your head. He got it now. You weren't protesting because it was him. You just didn't know what to do.

“Oh! You are such a good girl that you haven't done something like this before, is that it?” you nodded your head but also gave away with your eyes that you liked when he called you a good girl. He picked up on it instantly. He slowly looked at you from your exposed flesh on his striped suit-covered pant leg, all the way up to your eyes, and then stared into them intently.

 “I want you to move your hips and grind down like I’m fucking you.” Your eyes widened and your cheeks wet dark red. He put his hand up to your cheek and rubbed his thumb across your bottom lip stitches, as he softened his eyes for a split second before commanding.  “Move.”

You swallowed harshly as his hand left your cheek and rested on your hip bone. The sensation of his cool hand on what felt like your now burning skin helped you to get a little nerve back. 

You held onto his shoulders as you started to just slowly move your hips. Beej slightly leaned back again against the couch making it harder for you to hold on to his shoulders, causing you to lean more forward. This caught the front of you right up against him where you hadn't felt yet. A little noise escaped your throat.  

“You're being such a good girl for me,” Beetlejuice sneered. A cigarette appeared back in his hand again. He could tell that it was hitting your clit this time and how hard you were trying not to let your eyes show it. His grip on your hip grew harder and he started pushing you back and pulling you forward, setting a pace for you to match. As tiny noises started coming up your throat, he started to darkly and lowly laugh. 

Annoyance at your circumstance and now him laughing at it caused you to let go of his shoulders. Your right hand landed right between the crease of his leg and pelvis. You squeezed him, causing him to jerk slightly. Your left hand reached for his tie. Gripping it and yanking him to your face you glared at him. With your mouth still stitched shut and your eyelids heavy, half from the heat that was building in you and half from the hatred you had for Beej at the moment, you almost looked as menacing as he did. The whole thing however was getting Beetlejuice more and more turned on. 

You tried to tell him something, but all that came out was mumbled through your shut mouth. 

Beej snapped as he kept staring into your eyes, inches away from you. You leaned your head back and breathed a deep breath through your mouth and into your legs as you got the courage to look at him again and say, “please help me”.

The look he gave you was probably the same one he had given others right before he killed them. But for you, it was something completely different. 

“Thought you’d never ask” He steadied you with the hand still on your hip, but gently moved his free hand down your stomach. He was cold, but his ring was colder. He was giving you time to anticipate what was coming, but also giving himself a moment, as he was easily going to come any minute at the site of you like this.

His hand slowly turned and his long middle finger found the spot you needed. Again, the coldness of him against your rubbed raw hot flesh added to everything. A slight whimper escaped your lips as you leaned forward and rested your forehead against his. You closed your eyes and heard Beej whisper, “Good girl,” again. He moved his hand forward slightly so he could use more of your wetness. He pumped his fingers into you a few times and then slid his middle finger back to where you needed it. You couldn't help moving your hips to the same patterns as he was circling you. 

After a few minutes, your legs were getting tired and your breathing labored. He could tell and knew he had to make you come or you'd be too tired to get there. 

“Please…” you whispered as he started making faster circles. His pants were now starting to get wet spots forming from you but also where he was starting to pre cum as well. “Can't you just help me please?” You were getting desperate and whiny. He knew he could get you there in this position, it would just take a second more.

”I will gladly fuck you anytime and anywhere babe,”  he let out a groan, “but right now is about you… and you're being… such a good girl…” His words were getting desperate as well. He knew if he could get you off that he would get off too. 

With your foreheads still touching, and your eyes still closed, Beej nuzzled your nose and then put his lips against yours. You kept your eyes tightly shut so you could concentrate on all the different movements and sensations at once. Just as you started to kiss him back, he put as much pressure as he could against you, causing you to grind as hard as you could into his fingers and thigh. 

“Good girl,” He whispered again after he broke the kiss., causing your eyes to flutter open momentarily before you closed them as he crashed against your lips again. Your moans were escaping into his mouth as he deepened the kiss and somehow got faster and faster with his movements until you both couldn't keep up with your making out and you were both bursting.

Your head dropped to his shoulder, panting as his eyes were rolling back and his head flopped against the back of the couch. His movements slowed down instead of ending abruptly. And when you stopped rocking your hips, he removed his hand and brought it to your lips. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, amazed at your own willingness to continue to please him. He stuck his fingers in your mouth gently to clean your juices off of him. Putting your lips around them, he pumped them a few times in and out, his ring hitting your lips as he pushed them back in. When he was finished and pulled them out, you gently rolled yourself off his thigh and onto the couch next to him. He snapped for your clothing to come back and then snapped again for a blanket. Resting your head on his shoulder, he turned to you and cupped your face, the ring still freezing against your cheek. He gave you a smirk before his quiet words hit your ears.  

“Brava ragazza.”

[kourabiedes]

I'm not here to grind a political or social axe. I'm just here to tell a short story, about a normal person trying to navigate the American medical establishment. Here is some evidence. You may draw your own conclusions.

So I've had a migraine for a month.

That's not hyperbole, mind. It has been a month since this started. A month of the entire side of my head pulsing with pain, worse whenever I look at light which is always because I do digital art and all that.

Now, I've had migraines all my damn life. I know the drill. I have a preventative medicine that keeps me from having more than one a month or so, and I have a "rescue" medicine meant to stop the ones that do start. I have a nice dark room to rest in when it starts, I have blindfolds, I have ice packs -- I know how to handle these, is the point. So, for about the first two weeks, I did just that. I hit this sucker with everything that worked before and did my best to wait it out. Yes, I delayed getting care, because it was a problem I was already familiar with and assumed was normal for me.

Then, a week ago, it stopped responding to my rescue medication. Entirely stopped. Alarmed, I went to the ER. They hit me with a fairly standard migraine cocktail (so they said anyway -- don't ask me what it was because I honestly do not remember). Killed the pain almost right away and they give me some advice about what to do next and sent me home.

It was back in sixteen hours.

ER again. Same cocktail, same result. I'm freaked out now, so I call my PCP and schedule an appointment. She fits me into her schedule because she's alarmed too. She gives me a shot of Toradol and that helps, but she notices my blood pressure is reading a little elevated for me and we decide to try a blood pressure medication. Okay, cool, I'm down, high blood pressure runs in the family and it can definitely give you migraines if untreated. We start this medicine and she prescribes me a new rescue medication, giving me one pill to try while waiting for insurance to okay the prescription. This rescue medicine works, putting me back in control of the pain. Cool, thinks I, I just have to get through a couple weeks while the blood pressure medicine settles in, and if we're right, the migraine will finally let go.

Today, I discover that insurance would only okay ten pills of this medicine, because I have had the other rescue medication refilled recently for... obvious reasons. Ten pills, and if I want more, I have to wait like forty days or something.

Do you know how many of these pills I have to take a day to keep the migraine at bay? Two.

I have five days of relief -- four, now -- before I go right back to the same ER level pain, unless I am exceedingly lucky with this blood pressure medicine.

The ER did no imaging. I'm not sure if they even could. My PCP put in an order for an MRI when I saw her, which was a week ago, and that request has not yet left the insurance company.

A migraine is not just a headache, like you get after overindulging or staying up too late. A migraine alters your mental state. It can come with physical symptoms beyond head pain -- mine likes to manifest itself with dark spots in my vision, for example, which can ruin a day real fast -- and sometimes they even come with nasty mental symptoms.

So... what part of all that upsets you the most? Because, for me, it's knowing I have about four days before I go right back to screaming misery.

Oh, and I have to note, I am considered fairly lucky because the state covers my ass when Medicare won't. Yet here we are all the same.

[ddejavvu]

Beefy boy James Potter with his girl who just all of a sudden starts avoiding sex. She’s going through a very serious bout of baby fever and she knows she’ll do a quick “wrap my legs around his thighs” if he so much as looks like he’ll cum in her. Like, she sees a cute baby vid on tiktok and she glances at him and gets all shifty before exiting the room. He tries to initiate, and she’s more sensitive than usual, by a lot, but then she flusters and just pulls away and he’s so confused.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

It's always excruciatingly difficult to pull away from James's muscled arms. When they're snaking up your pillow, framing your head to give him leverage on his elbows, making it easier for him to shift himself over you and grind his hips down onto your own.

"Wait," You mumble, words muffled by the kiss James has planted on your lips. You turn your head, his spit-slicked lips smearing over your cheek instead as you push at his hips, "Not- not tonight, Jamie. M'sorry, I'm tired."

"Oh," He backs off, now laying on his side facing you, "Alright, love. That's okay. Sorry."

"It's alright," You give him a breathless smile, detecting a hint of worry behind his eyes that you wish wasn't there, "Just had a long day."

"Mhm," He nods, watching you settle onto your pillow, "I bet, love. Baby was fussy today?"

Your mind rapidly flashes back to settling the infant against your chest, your little niece that you'd been tasked with babysitting for the week. Something so divinely pure had washed over you as the little girl had snuggled up to your shoulder, a big yawn stretching her tiny face and eliciting a gurgle from her throat. When you'd set her down in her crib for a nap you'd felt empty, the ghostly sensation of her pressed against you still lingering in your chest, dragging your heart down.

Babysitting was fantastic, but it left you reeling in terms of your aspirations. All of a sudden you wanted to pop one of those suckers out yourself, nestle into a nuclear family with James that consisted of scallop-cut PB&J's packed into school lunches with lovey notes from mum.

"Hell-ooo," James croons, stroking a large finger against the side of your face, "You in there? I asked if the baby was fussy."

"Oh," You eye his finger warily, tightening your thighs beneath the covers at his touch. You struggle to bring yourself back to the moment, stammering, "Yeah. She fell asleep early, though."

"Nice," James hums, doubt clouding his tone. "Sweetheart, are you alright?"

"Hm?"

"You seem distant," He observes, "Sort of far away."

"Sorry," You breathe, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself, "I- I just.. I've been thinking."

If James is concerned, he tries not to show it. He eases out the muscles in his jaw, nodding encouragingly, "Yeah?"

"Did you want to... I mean- would you ever think about... having kids of our own?"

His eyes widen, not roughly in shock, but dazedly, languidly, "You want to- to have babies? With me? Like- like a family?"

"Yeah," You nod, "Like a family."

"I- I mean," James flounders, blinking hazily, "Are you joking? I'd love to start a family with you. Seriously, I mean, I've thought about it forever, 'just didn't wanna scare you on the first date asking whether you'd want yellow or red for the nursery."

You let out an incredulous laugh, one that eases tension out of your shoulders in waves of giddiness, "Really? You'd want that with me?"

"Darling," He leans forwards to kiss you, firm but chaste - for now - "Why do you think I always linger in the baby clothes section in stores? You really want this?"

"Yes!" You laugh breathlessly, letting him lift himself over you once more, this time in a hug, "Yes, James! I want this, let's- let's have a baby."

Your eyes shine with excitement and his do the same when he pulls back from the crushing hug he'd trapped you in. He holds your hips, "Now?" and you nod vigorously.

"I was afraid I wouldn't let you pull out," You admit breathily, excitement billowing in your belly when James's curls tickle your skin, his lips trailing along your neck, "I thought I'd just cling to you or something, 'didn't want to baby trap you."

"Sweetheart," James laughs sympathetically, hips putting a steady pressure on your own as he kisses up your chin to your lips, "Think I might'a cum double if you'd done that."

"Then I'll do it now," You pant, thighs parting to wrap around James's waist as he slowly grinds his bulge over your panties, "C'mon Jamie, 'need you now."

"Easy," The man hums, sucking gently at a spot on your neck that makes your hips buck, "We're not fucking, we're making love. We're going slow tonight, darling, gonna savor every inch of you."

[hoshigray]

i imagine getting all drunk and fucked out just by making out with toji 😩

ANOOOOON, how'd you know I'm a sucker for kisses/makeout sessions >:00 I immediately thought of a scenario like coming back from a date with him and then just.....this has me so flustered LMAO just read!! Also, the first thirst to write for, let's goooo!! Hope you like this one *sweats* Cw: Toji x reader - kissing - ass grabbing (we all know this mf is handsy) - grinding - heavy explicit descriptions of kissing (tongue, sucking, etc.) - PDA/makeout in public (??) - pet names (baby, pumpkin, sweetheart, sweetie, sweet thing) - Toji being soft yet he's still a menace - mention of drool/saliva. Wc: 989

When is it the right time to kiss?

It's a question that's bothered you since the car ride home. Even now, when walking up the steps to your apartment door with Toji following you after a lovely date.

If this were like any ordinary date, the person you're with would expect something in return, right? You can't quite say the same for Toji; even when you spot his eyes peering into you as if he's ready to pin you down somewhere, he still respects your space as the date continues.

This still brings you back to questioning if you should be the one to initiate or not. Will there be a perfect moment? But what if—

"Hey. Isn't your door right here?"

You stop walking and turn behind to see Toji standing beside your apartment door, too deep in your thoughts to realize you had walked past it. You laugh at yourself. "Yes, that would be mine."

Toji scoffs with a smirk. "Silly thing." He watches you sheepishly walk back to the front of your door, stopping between the hard surface and the tall man behind you to unlock the doorknob. "Had a good time, sweetheart?"

"I had a great time." You reply. "Did you?"

"Always havin' a good time when I'm with you, sweet thing." He smiles when you giggle. "You looked so good, ya know. So fuckin' pretty."

It's hard to look at him, so your eyes dart down to the ground to calm the heat growing in your cheeks. "Thanks." You mumble modestly.

Toji lets out a hearty laugh. "Whatcha shy for?" He brings a big hand to your chin and pulls you back to his face. "Gotta let my sweetie know they're lookin' good."

Your chuckle is nervous, but your eyes show gratitude. His hand slides to your cheek, and yours comes up to place on top of his. "Thank you, Toji."

"No need, baby."

Silence fills the air between you. His forest-green eyes hone in on your face. Your lips.

Wait. Is...this happening right now?

You see him lean forward to you, and your breath is hitched.

Oh fuck, this is really happening!

You quickly closed your eyes before his lips pressed into yours, body staying still for the moment. Oh, you were not prepared for this. It's only for a few seconds before Toji lifts his head away do you open your eyes again.

"Heh, did I make the wrong move?" His words were meant to light up the tension, along with the thumb that strokes your cheek. You shake your head. His eyes narrow with a raised brow. "Mind I do it again, baby?" His voice goes down a whisper, but the husky tone makes you faintly bite your lip.

You nod slowly. Upon closing your eyes once more, Toji grins, inclining back on your soft lips. You moan when he draws his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in with your hands to his shoulders to keep you steady.

With your back on the door, Toji brings a leg between yours, keeping you posted against him with his free hand reeling you from the back. Your lips slip away from him, calling out to him in a whimper, and the older man's resistance withers away.

Hungry lips ravage your tender ones, and your legs almost lose balance. Your moans only fuel him to deepen the kiss, tilting his head for a better angle. "Mmmph, taste s' good, sweet thing," Toji soothed between smooches, lightly sucking your tongue before shoving his back inside.

Your mind starts to go fuzzy, your limbs trembling like jelly under his bow, and your eyes begin to water with how hard you've kept them shut. Your hands shift to his back, gripping the black dress shirt that covers his well-sculpted muscles.

And it doesn't help that his leg is between yours; your core forced to grind on his sturdy thigh, rocking with your humps to further the heat drawing south. His big hands roam down and grope your behind. The suggestive moans and groans fill the open space, and you hope your neighbors aren't listening to you becoming a mewling mess in this messy makeout session.

But it feels way too good to stop. Being close and exchanging tongues with the man you're attracted to has you drunk on this euphoric feeling, and the arousing throbbing sensation keeps growing. It all feels too exhilarating. Too ecstatic. Too fucking good.

On Toji's end, he doesn't give a shit if the other residents listen to you two. All that matters now is having you in his hold like this, turning you into mush under him and only for him. Kneading your ass with his skillful hands, your wails are taken by his mouth. He has no plan to let this moment end and no care for anyone.

Well, minus you when he feels you tap at his back frantically, realizing he hasn't let you take a proper breath in almost a minute. Oh shit. When he finally breaks the kiss, you're gasping heavily for air around you, watery eyes shot open. A string of saliva snaps to remove the connection between the pairs of lips.

Your wet eyes are half-hooded with scrunched brows, a trail of drool evident from your panting mouth, and your face so hot casting a dazed expression. The grin on Toji's face gets broader from your intoxicating display.

"Sorry 'bout that, baby." He kisses your forehead and massages your rear.

"What? For trying to kill me with a kiss?" You joke under breathless giggles while wiping the saliva off. Toji snickers and places your head on his chest, resting his chin atop your head.

"Death by my lips, huh? Hmph, you'd have it way easier than most people I deal with." The two of you sway side to side. "And I wouldn't mind getting lost in your cute lips again sometime, pumpkin."

omfg, I could write more of this all day, but we'd be here for too long LOL

[nsf-watch]

LIFEWEAVER SEX HEADCANONS

!! 18+ • MDNI

!! bondage, orgasm, ambiguous genitals for reader, soft sadomasochism, domtop! Niran, teasing, mild pet play, clothed sex, dry humping

!! Looked more into him for this request and he's so scrungly....

NIRAN WHO...

Is surprisingly into BDSM?

Nothing heavy, but enough to keep you surprised.

I can't imagine this guy not into tying you down.

He loves seeing your arms tied to the bedpost, your legs spread and tied to the ends..

It makes his mind fuzzy when he sees how impatient you get as he runs his fingers over you teasingly.

"Now, now, patience is a virtue, darling."

He says, but his mind is just as antsy as you are.

He'll run his hand over you just correctly in a way that makes you buck your hips slightly.

Of course, this results in a light swat from him on your thigh.

"What did I just say?"

He loves hearing those whimpers from you as you try and be still after.

For sure calls you a good pet.

Hell, he probably has a collar for you - a day one and a night one - if you're into it.

Doesn't like being called any titles really.

Unless you're saying he's your owner.

Then he's hard as a rock.

He's a sucker for clothed, grinding sex.

Every time you sit in Niran's lap, he's immediately flustered and he gets needy.

Just has this urge to grab your hips and slowly move them across his throbbing erection.

And I mean throbbing.

He doesn't care if it's in public, he will grip your hips and whisper in your ear dirty things he wants to do to you.

"Oh, you think you can just sit on my lap without consequences? You naughty lily.. I'm going to wreck you when we're finally alone.."

And he always keeps his promises.

He isn't long, but he's thick enough to make up for it.

He fills your hole perfectly each time, having you cry out in pleasure as he thrusts into you.

Doesn't go slow, but also doesn't go fast.

He's def more of a golden medium.

Unless you're about to cum, that is.

Then he becomes a little more faster, a little rougher with his movements.

Wants you crying out his name for even the Iris to hear..

Loves to fill you up and then pull out as he cums

Coating your walls and body / face with thick hot ropes of seman.

It gets him hard all over again knowing he's claimed you inside and out.

[silentcryracha]

Hi babe okay who in Stray Kids you think is an ass man vs a tits man LET'S GO I'M ALL EARS 🧎🏿‍♀️

HELLO okay so we're getting into horny territory, I gotchu babe LOL OKAY LET'S GOOO

Warnings : this is basically NSFW so minors turn your heels, 18 + ONLY

Word Count: 1.9K

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Chan - Ass

He is one of those to which I'd give the 'both' label, but maybe, just MAYBE ass got a couple extra points. Chan is the type to use your butt as a pillow just because he can, it's soft and it's you.

Definitely the type to grab your butt when he kisses you, especially if he wanted to bring you closer. Putting his hand in your back pocket as you walk, resting his hand dangerously close to your butt cheeks but straight up lying and saying that 'it was your hips/lower back' when you tease him for it.

Channie WOULD shower it (you of course lol) with compliments. 'Damn baby those pants are making me feel some typa way', 'You look beautiful baby, that dress hugs your body perfectly' and so on.

Also the type to squeeze it and slap it while you have sex. He'd use both his hands to guide your hips as you ride him, or squeeze it as he slaps his own hips into your while he fucks you from behind. May even *whispering* suggest to try some butt stuff. Would definitely involve it in your sexual life though, one way or another.

Doesn't seem to be one of the members who's as constant to giving butt slaps for fun but he will 100% do it some time. You're teasing him and he wants to get back at you for laughing? Slap. You're fresh out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around you and casually walk past him? Slap.

Minho - Tits

Okay hear me out I know that he's basically THE butt hunter in Stray Kids but, BUT. I don't know, I almost feel like in an actual sexual way a nice pair of boobs would get him stupid drooling you know what I mean?

Absolutely the type to get flustered when he sees you wearing a particularly flattering or revealing item, and then get a grip just to start teasing and complimenting you until you're the flustered one.

A born tit sucker, dare I say. Doesn't matter the position, if he (and usually he'd make sure of it) has access to your tits rest assured that he will spend most of the time sucking, licking, grazing and biting on them. The hardened nipples as well as the soft, smooth, surrounding area. If by the time you're getting intimate your nipples aren't hard yet he'd make it his personal job to get them there right away, like it's a fundamental step.

On a more softer note though I think that he'd absolutely love to feel your soft chest against him. As you're hugging, him wrapping his arms around you from behind and so on. But also I can picture his cat-self just enjoying laying his head on them or kneading them both for comfort, or as you make out.

Changbin - Ass

This man cares so much about his own cake, how could he not be obsessed with his partner's? Gym boy Binnie taking EVERY chance to check out or touch your ass. 'Oh sweetheart wait let me help you' and you'd assume that he's talking about the weights but then he just grabs your ass cheeks as you're like ??

In the bedroom he'd do the basic stuff, like grabbing it and slapping it depending on the position, but he's also another one who may be into butt stuff. Definitely gets hard just eating you out from behind or abusing the fuck out of it during a heated make out session.

Occasional butt slaps? Doesn't seem big on it though. Would love to rest his hands near it (so lower back/hips) as you're standing, even in public. Would also shower you with compliments and be a sucker for when you're wearing clothing items that hugged your ass perfectly.

He'd also be resting his hands there a lot I think, like when you're laying together. Another one who's use it as a pillow. But careful because one wrong move of your hips against his crotch while spooning and he'll gonna start grinding like an animal.

Hyunjin - Tits

The amount of clips (even some compilations lmao it's definitely a thing) that I've seen of this man casually grabbing or squeezing other people's chests are... many. If Minho is the butt hunter, Hyunjin is the boobs hunter.

Aside from a pure horny sexual aspect I think that as an artist, therefore a lover of beauty and aesthetic, he truly appreciates the 'sight' of them? He'd be noticing the way that they sit on your chest, their outline from certain see through/large clothes. Or the crease between them and their shape when you wear bras, low v necks and so on.

Has absolutely the clear and detailed image of your whole body engraved in his mind. Which also includes your breasts. Their color, the skin texture, eventual moles or veins. From an artistic point of view yes but also from an horny point of view let's be real, there's no way that he's just gonna sit there watching your tits and be normal about it.

Just the thought of them sitting all pretty in his hands, the soft skin spilling in between his fingers, the weight of them, the softness and warmth...yeah he could very well come in his pants (and probably already did a couple times). He'd pay special attention to them during sex, licking, biting and kissing them. Maybe, just maybe even have a thing for coming on them/getting them wet with his tongue.

Jisung - Tits

He one of the few ones for which I had less doubts. I don't know why specifically but boobs and Jisung just go together imo. Is it the subby vibes? Is it the possible anime influence? Doesn't matter. This man enjoys a nice pair of tits no question.

Would probably be shy about it at the start because he thinks it's actually a little embarrassing just how horny tits (yours especially) make him. You'd probably start noticing him eyeing you a little too much whenever you're wearing low necklines, lingerie, or straight up not wearing any bra around the house under your shirt.

As soon as you start being intimate though he wouldn't even try to hide it anymore. Buying his head in your chest would be his favorite activity along with actually kissing, licking, biting your tits. Absolutely the type to grab them as he's holding you up against his chest while he fucks you from behind, or when he has you on all fours.

Likewise, his mouth would be on them constantly in missionary, or as you're riding him. Don't even get me started on the way that looking at them bounce would make his chances of lasting significantly go down. Another one who would like to cum on them/fuck them.

Felix - Ass

Okay so the aussie line are the top two members that I would put in the 'both'. Because I'm pretty sure Felix does like tits quite a lot, and probably has a few kinks linked to them, BUT, I went for the ass in the end.

Absolutely number one hype boy when it comes to compliments. Both sweet and wholesome but also horny and suggestive, my man has range. 'Those jeans look great on you, angel' to then add some shit like 'Wish I was the one sticking to your ass though'.

Would also be a big fan of buying you lingerie. The thought of your pretty ass barely covered with an equally pretty (and expensive) piece of lace would definitely get him feeling some type of way. Speaking of butts and gifts...how about pretty plugs. I don't paint him as a furry (lol) but I could easily think about him getting excited about seeing you wear a tail of some sorts. Bunny, fox, cat, whatever.

In general he'd really enjoy playing and touching your ass during sex, sometimes grabbing it like a lifeline when he needs to ground himself to not cum too soon, or just because you feel so good that he just needs a stress ball.

Speaking of stress, he's definitely the type to massage you when you need it but also to use your ass as a pillow or even a literal..stress ball? When he needs it. Like when he's playing a video game, you could just be laying on your stomach next to him, minding your own business, but you'd definitely feel a few kitten kneads on your buttocks from time to time.

Seungmin - Ass

This one is based on vibes but I'm not that unsure about it either to be honest. I don't know what is that screams 'Kim Seungmin ass man' into my brain, but something is there.

I don't picture him as someone who'd want to be too obvious about it in public or in general. I get a 'reserved for the bedroom' type of energy from him, but I wouldn't exclude the random butt slap every once in a while. Not even as a joke, just straight up to nag you and annoy you.

Sometimes be a little shit and scare you. For example you would be minding your own business, cooking or something, and out of the blue Seungmin would announce himself with a loud smack on your ass. And of course you'd give him a death stare because he almost made you drop a whole pan with boiling stuff.

I do feel like he's also someone who secretly loves seeing you in lingerie. Specifically in lace and dark colors, both two pieces and one pieces. He would get extremely turned on whenever you teased him, but specifically when you grinded your ass on his crotch, or even gave him a little personal lap dance, making sure to show off your bottom perfectly.

He would love to eat you out from behind and grab/bite your soft flesh. Not sure about the actual butt stuff but he's definitely someone who enjoys spanking and ass play, just as a teasing concept. He likes to 'torture' you until you're begging him to fuck you.

Jeongin - Tits

Another one who's based on pure vibes and instinct. He could be an ass man, too, yes. But my heart and the compass in it points me to the tits idk what to tell y'all.

I feel like Jisung and Minho (and Felix) he may be another one of the members that have them as a 'kink'. Don't know how to explain it, but he does. He's another shy one though, similar to Seungmin, which is why I think that he'd keep his business in the bedroom.

He would absolutely appreciate a lot the way that some clothing items look on you and of course compliment you and stuff but I don't feel like he'd just straight up go feral.

In private though, well. Basic kissing, licking, biting and so on BUT, hear me out...he'd worship them. Like he absolutely loves to hold and squeeze your boobs in his hands, he likes the feeling and the sight of it. He gives off the vibes of a man that would spend a good portion of time just worshiping your tits, like it's a whole part of the foreplay like giving oral.

Who knows he might even be the type to just randomly get the urge to get his mouth and hands on them while you're laying together. Not necessarily leading to sex, but just because it's something that he enjoys doing. Maybe a sort of stress reliever? Whatever it is, he's in love with your tits that's for sure.

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K, that's it. I need a shot of holy water along with a couple of delulu pills and so do you 🫵 

[superblysubpar]

All Of This Snow Is Falling, I Can Make You Fall Too:

modern!eddie munson x fem!reader

2.5k words

the song: santa doesn't know you like I do by Sabrina Carpenter

summary: A trashy reality show, a big reveal, and a disagreement on best friends to lovers being a total cliché.

warnings: modern, teacher, best friend, roommate Eddie - except the teacher thing is really barely mentioned and the only reason it's modern is because of the show | Both him and reader are like late 20s, early 30s but no detailed description of this - it's more so to let you know they've known each other for a LONG time and are still single | no hate to trashy reality shows like The Bachelor, I'm a sucker for em | alcohol mentions | some clothed grinding, ass grabbing making out

the prompts: [french] - a deep, passionate kiss with tongue [STRADDLE] - one muse sits down in the others lap

day 3 of 12 days of superbly subpar writing // requested by @lavendermunson - thank you so much, I hope you love the direction I took it in, I had a lot of fun writing this one 💛

“It’s back on! I can hear it! Eddie pause it! Quick!”

Your muffled cry from inside a sweatshirt you couldn’t quite find the hole to pop your head through sounded truly panicked as you stumbled out of your bedroom. He laughed, sliding out of the kitchen and did as you asked, swallowing and looking away at the bare skin of your stomach as your shirt pulled higher, trapped in the sweatshirt. 

It was a Friday night, the apartment you two shared dark aside from the blue of the television, the warm glow from the lamp shedding light onto the scattered papers littered with red pen marks, and the occasional burst of white light as the fridge was cracked for another beer or a refill on cereal milk. 

He stood, waiting for you to grab the bowl from his hands, sucking in a breath and ignoring the way his heartbeat picked up speed when you smiled, hair a mess and skin flushed when you finally wrangled the sweatshirt down. He didn’t know what was worse, remembering the day you made the old, hand-bleached sweatshirt, or how your body underneath it looked the day you did. 

It had been the hottest day of the summer, he had been laying in the dark, with a fan blowing on him when the lights flipped on without warning. Wincing and squinting as you stood above him, a lime green bikini top, cut off shorts - that kind the pockets stuck out past the frayed denim, revealing far too much. A grape popsicle in one hand and a bag from the dollar store in the other asking him if he wanted to have some fun. Somehow the girl he’d grown up with, somehow his best friend, and somehow a woman with a figure and confidence and-

He’d struck out on every single date he’d had since, either calling it off himself or girls telling him he should “tell her” whatever the fuck that means. 

Eddie stood in front of you, holding out the bowl of fruit loops, until you took it with both hands, bouncing up and down on your now wool-sock covered toes. He kept his gaze on the bowl as he poured, waiting for you to say ‘when’ and you took the opportunity to admire the way his eyelashes cast a shadow on his skin and the way this new shorter haircut made his curls go every which way and wondering if it’d be weird for you to card your fingers through it. 

You know, as friends do. 

His brown eyes met your gaze, his eyebrows shooting up in a question and you startled out of imagining things you shouldn’t have been about your best friend. “Oh! When! Sorry!”

Nestling yourself between the couch and coffee table, you glanced at the short stories he was grading while he put the milk away and grabbed a beer, your voice calling out around a too big of bite, “One for me please!”

He was already rounding the corner with one in hand and you beamed, putting on a funny voice, “Why thank you good sir.”

Eddie flicked your shoulder as he sat, “You’ve had too much sugar tonight.”

Taking another bite, you drummed your hands on the coffee table, waiting until you had swallowed to look at him, remote poised to hit play. “So, final predictions, Munson?”

He sighed, taking a swig of the amber liquid, letting it coat his tongue as he squinted at the TV. “For the record, again, I do not like this show and I have not been watching it and-”

Your hand waved him off, interrupting, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, your man card is still intact. Just play the game.”

He hunched over the coffee table, elbows on his knees after he ran a hand through his hair. You quickly looked at the TV before your eyes could linger on the muscle flexing in his arm, before your mind could wander to the tattoos that disappeared under the white cotton shirt. Before you could start to wonder about the matching tattoos in script on his ribcage, tracing it with his tong-

“Ex. Totally the ex.” He declared, starting to grade again. 

“No way, they did that like three seasons ago. I think it’s the girl he sent home that first night. The one he talked to, you know? He walked her out? Which is really weird for a first rose ceremony.”

“Uh-huh.” His eyes scanned the story about aliens and cowboys in front of him, his middle schoolers just as unpredictable and weird as you. He loved them. 

You tapped the back of the paper, nodding, “This one should get an A,” you spoke around a mouthful, “Real plot twist ending.”

He tapped your nose with the cap of his red pen, “Who has the teaching degree?”

His lips twitched in a fight of a smile at your eye roll and your snarky, “Who’s home on a Friday night grading twelve year old’s writing while watching ‘The Bachelor’?”

“Not watching,” he took another sip of beer.

“Uh-huh.”

He’d lost count of how many years he’d “not” been watching The Bachelor with you, but long enough for The Bachelorette, and then Paradise to be added. 

It became a tradition to record them and wait till your schedules allowed you both to sit down and watch it. This season, they’d been hinting about this episode from the beginning, some big reveal, a person interrupting a date, and you’d been placing bets for a month. 

You nodded, satisfied, hitting play, “I’m right.”

The dramatic music resumed, the heels clicked on the cobblestone as a deep sapphire blue dress was panned up and up-

Eddie’s eyebrows bunched, his stomach did a little twist because of fucking course. He watched as your spoon, overflowing with fruit loops, stopped before your lips. Your mouth parted in a gasp, and you swore. 

“Vanessa?” Hunky bachelor man sputtered on screen. The blonde he’d just been about to makeout with completely forgotten as he stood, smiling through his shock, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh my god,” your spoon clattered into the bowl, pink milk splashing over the side a little as your hands went to your temples, elbows landing hard on the coffee table. 

Vanessa looked at the blonde date, then at him, whispering, “Hey, I know…sorry I’m so nervous.” She laughed a little, reaching for his hand he was already offering out reassuringly, “Can I talk to you?”

Hunky bachelor man didn’t hesitate for a second, nodding, “Of course. Yeah, hold on.”

He excused himself from the other girl, the two walking away and talking incoherently as the camera zoomed in on sad blonde. Eddie was ninety percent certain her name was Rachel and she taught yoga. Or maybe it was Jessica and she was in real estate. 

Either way, sad blonde was now in her confessional. Her blue eyes dead, fake, runny mascara lines running down her cheeks as she stared at something beyond the camera, and a commercial started. Eddie booed. 

Your head whipped around, glaring at him, “Why the hell are you booing?!”

Eddie shook his head, gesturing at the TV and took another swig of his beer, angry. “That’s bullshit.”

You were on your knees, sitting up, eyes wide, tone incredulous, “What do you mean that’s bullshit?!”

“The best friend? C’mon.” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the screen again. 

“I don’t understand why you think that’s bullshit?” Your cheeks hot, hand in your hair as your brain circled through the footage of them from the beginning of the season. The interview with her smiling sadly, wishing him luck and hoping the best for him. Hoping he found what he was looking for. 

You started to message your other bestie:

You: IT WAS THE BEST FRIEND?! Robin: babe, seriously? You didn’t see that coming? YOU?

Your eyes darted over to Eddie, quickly locking your phone again as his adam’s apple bobbed with another gulp. 

Was it that obvious?

Eddie scratched at the label on his bottle, knee bouncing as he shrugged. “I think there’s gonna be some big confession about how she’s always loved him, maybe he says it back, but like, if she always loved him, why weren’t they together before the show? Why is she saying it now?”

“Maybe she didn’t know how she felt fully,” you countered, hand thrown to the TV.

He shook his head again and stood, “If she didn’t know how she felt, why is she there? Why is she a part of the show? I bet they offered her a shit load of money.”

Eddie felt hot, angry at a fake reality show, making people believe best friends fall in love. Making innocent people hope that one day it could happen to them. It was bullshit. It wasn’t real.  

You were on your feet, following him towards the kitchen. “No, no way. That was all her. Couldn’t you see it in her face? She loves him. She just needed to tell him before it was too late.”

Eddie tossed his empty bottle, spinning to find you right on his heel. “Okay, maybe she is. Maybe it’s real and not for TV, but then that’s super shitty of her.”

You laughed, hands on your hips, “What?! How is telling someone you love them, shitty, Eddie?”

He threw his hands in the air, “Because! She had to have known for a long time. Had to have known how she felt. The only reason she’s telling him now is because she’s jealous. Or she’s afraid she’ll lose him, so she’s sabotaging his love life which is selfish.”

Your head shook, but Eddie’s heart accelerated, words tumbling out of him before he could stop them. “I bet that guy has been in love with her since they were like fifteen and every single relationship he’s had has ended because of her. Because,” he licked his lips and spoke faster, hands gesturing wildly, “If it wasn’t him comparing every single girl to her, it was them, dumping him, because of his best friend hanging around making them doubt their relationship.”

His words felt like a bucket of cold water was dumped on you, toes going numb as he finished, voice softer, strained, “And that’s really fucking shitty. If she knew how she felt and never told him.”

“Maybe she was scared to ruin their friendship! Did you ever think about that? And why couldn’t he tell her?” Your cheeks hot, fingers curled in fists at your side as you glared at your best friend. Was he insinuating that you were the reason he was single? Your throat felt dry, head and heart pounding as you blurt out, “What if she lost her best friend in the whole entire world because she was selfish and had to know how his lips felt, huh? What if it didn’t work out?”

Your bodies were magnets, chests almost touching as your breath came sharper, his brown eyes darting over your face - the few inches between you pulsing, like if someone snapped their fingers a fire could start. 

Voice cracking, as you stared at the curve of his lips, “What if the guy who held her hand on a swing set when they were ten and promised to always be there, suddenly wasn’t there?”

Eddie swallowed, nerves of that ten and fifteen year old alive like he never outgrew them because suddenly he wasn’t talking about the show anymore and neither were you. 

Your breath caught in your chest as he reached his hand towards you, heart stumbling over itself it was going so fast as his fingers curled around your jaw. 

His voice was raspy, full of years, but soft, eyes even more so as he leaned in, forehead touching yours.

“Sweetheart, he’s always gonna be there.”

Then he was kissing you.  

His lips parted over yours, a ghost of a touch, before he let a shaky exhale warm them, waiting. 

It was like tasting your favorite food for the first time, the way you tilted to catch his lips again, needing more, the way the movement encouraged him to keep going. The scrape of his short scruff against your skin made your toes curl, spice and mint of his cologne drawing you closer. He parted your mouth with his, a little fuller of a kiss, stealing your breath as he caught your bottom lip with his teeth. Cheap beer and sweet cereal on shared breaths, each of your desperate inhales pushing your chests together, back arching as his hands found your hips and yours climbed higher up his chest. 

The two of you started to stumble backwards, your lips moving a little more desperately against each other until the back of his legs were hitting the couch. Your body followed his, knees landing on either side of his hips as he sat and you spoke into his lips, both panting. “Is this okay?”

Eddie nodded, hands roaming lower, sliding over the curve of your ass as he tapped his nose against yours, brown eyes hidden under heavy lids and blown out pupils. His bottom lip hitting your top with his own question, “This?”

You pressed yourself lower, feeling him hard against you and groaned as he squeezed. “So okay, Eddie.”

He cursed quietly, encouraged your hips, holding them down and thrusting up to meet each roll as he leaned in for more. 

Eddie’s lips brushed over yours in a gentle, deep, and confident way. A man who knows how to kiss, and does so with intent. His hand roamed from your hip, waist, settling against your ribs and scratching as his tongue licked slowly over your bottom lip, releasing a shiver to run through your body. 

Your hands explored up the smooth planes of his chest, over broad shoulders, until they were against the back of his head, fingers running through the short, dark curls there. His mouth savored yours as his hands pressed to the back of your spine, drawing you closer, your chests heaving together, kissing becoming urgent, like you were making up for the years of lost time. 

Gripping each other tightly, each sharp inhale and exhale against one another addicting, demanding you be closer. You tugged on his hair to hear him stutter out your name, a whisper against kiss bitten lips, he rolled his tongue over yours before sucking on your bottom lip to draw a noise from deep within your chest out. 

Teasing and curious touches, using what you’ve grown to know about each other from years of bad (and some good) dating stories, and trying to learn even more yourselves.

“I’ve been in love with you since we were fifteen,” her voice echoed out of the TV speaker and your mouth titled in a smile, teeth scraping against his bottom lip. 

Eddie huffed, the two of you breaking apart, breathless as you laughed together. 

His palms soothed up and down your spine, his nose skimming the bridge of yours as you both took a second to breathe, to realize what had been in front of you the entire time.

“It was always you,” hunky bachelor man choked out. 

Eddie rolled his eyes as you threw your head back in a louder laugh, his smile pressed along the hinge of your jaw, shaking his head as he squeezed your waist. 

Yeah, it was always you. 

[cherriteaa]

chifuyu x his pretty girl ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊

Chifuyu x Black fem reader

I love Toman Man I literally have no other explanation

Contents: Tooth-rotting fluff

(not proofread)

HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART WHERE DO I EVEN START

He's always giving you stuff. Sharing and gift giving is so big with him. He's always going:

"Hey baby you want some before I drink this?" "You want anything to eat?" "Want some?" "I saw you looking at that plushie in the window. Do you want it?"

He has something of his, something he found, or something he bought for you nearly every time you meet up. He's a sucker for matching items as well. Couples plushies (he makes them kiss whenever he comes over), couples keychains, couples necklaces, ect. With jewelry, he always manages to find tasteful matching things. But he occasionally will get one of the corny heart pieces or something just because it's funny.

He is your number one hypeman until he dies. And then probably after that. His face totally lights up when you show him anything having to do with you. Or even just when you walk in the room and he notices something. If you get your nails, hair, lashes ect done, its a BIG DEAL for him.

"Let me see!! They're so pretty!" "Baby you look so goood!!" "Did you get your lashes done? They look amazing!"

Even if he notices you're feeling under the weather, he's there to remind you how much you mean to him, and even if you're insecure about anything, he makes it known that you are everything to him.

He finds cooking with you to be messy, but fun. He likes to put on your favorite songs just to see you hum and dance while in the kitchen.

HE SENDS YOU SO MUCH SHIT ON MY GOD. Instagram reels, tiktoks, memes he got on discord, links to clothes he thinks is cool, screenshots of clothing items or plushies that you may want. Literally everything. You two will send tiktoks back and forth for hours until its super late, text eachother goodnight, and then like an hour later, both see eachother online again and go "WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP STILL? GO TO BED" only to have the other send the stupidest meme in response. Often times, this leads to facetimes at 1am with you two giggling into your phones until you finally get tired. Then, you'll sleep on facetime together.

His gallery is full of you. Both pictures he took of you, and photos of you two together. He's a pretty energetic guy, and you two like to go exploring a lot, which means pictures at the park, pictures at new restaurants and cafes, photo evidence of you two getting into mischief, everything. He loves taking photos and capturing memories of you two.

Absolutely infatuated with you. He can't keep his hands off you. Not in a sexual way, but he's always holding your hand, wrapping his arms around your waist/shoulders, playfully poking at you, kissing your cheek, anything. He loves to randomly tilt your chin towards him so he can pepper kisses all over your cheeks/ lips

OH AND YOUR HAIR. He's respectful, so of course he asked before touching, but he's awfully curious about it. He loves your curls and the different styles you do/get done. He will certainly help you with detangling or washing, but he fumbles a little with styling. He's more than happy to help with adding beads, ribbon ect though. He's a "Yes ma'am" kinda guy. Def calls you 'his lady' and always pretends you're already married. Says shit like "Happy wife happy life" to his friends after buying you a plushie and they just snicker at him

Chifuyu is overall a very playful boyfriend. His number 1 priority is your safety. His second is your happiness. He likes to be corny for jokes, but you truly are everything to him. He's very cuddly and loves to share every aspect of his life with you. If you two ever encounter problems, he's a "We'll figure this out together." Kind of guy.

A/n: I love him so much omg

The writing grind continues!! I can't believe tokyo rev is taking a hold on me like this again

as always, please please please reblog and/or comment. I'm restarting my writing blog again, and would love love love to meet mutuals.

My requests are: Open!

[anticapitalistclown]

clownieee can I request Jake, Eli and Gun being interrupted by their child when having a moment with reader ?

sorry if it's weird, I'm just a sucker for dilfs I can't help it

ajajaja it's fine I'm a certified dilf lover too lmao

Jake, Eli and Gun getting interrupted by their child

Jake

You wake up in between your husband's arms, your legs tangled in between his, your body felt so warm. You started kissing Jake's neck, waking him up, your kisses travelled from his neck to his face and going down to his neck again, this time biting it softly "hmm babe, you woke up needy" his rasping voice made you stop, raising your face to take a look at him "I think we have some time to enjoy the morning by ourselves" you said playfully, Jake moved his hands to your hips raising and placing them on his lap fingers travelling to your ass and stroking it making you leave soft whimpers to his neck "don't play" you whined, Jake left a chuckle "whiny baby" he started to undress you, kissing your lips lazily but kinda erotic at the same time, his fingers slowly travelling to your core.

But they never reached that touch you where so desperately waiting for, instead you both where interrupted by a loud thud in the door, your son tried to enter to your bedroom and you and your husband where grateful the door was locked, although your son didn't think the same "open the door!" the little boy complained, you held your laugh "he has your attitude" Jake complained to you, he got up and once you where dressed he unlocked the door, your eldest son was holding the youngest hand, both looking angrily at Jake "pa! we're hungry!" Jake held the two little monsters on his arms "they definitely have your attitude, honey".

Eli

Eli really liked the idea of a Netflix and Chill date, made him feel like a teenager again. Your bodies where warming under the blanket both playing with each other little teasing that was turning into a heated session.

You where under Eli his hands roaming your body hips connected, you both grinding on each other, open mouthed kissed and soft groans where echoing with the film. Eli grabbed the hem of your pants, about to undress you. But you both got interrupted by Yenna, the princess of Hostel opened the door fully open "what are you watching papa?" you both got tense, Eli fell on you from the embarrassment hiding his face on your neck "I want to watch a Ghibli film" Yenna sat next to you both holding another blanket for her, you laughed and hugged Eli "let's search for Ghibli then".

Gun

Gun was resting on his office chair head looking at the ceiling, he heard your footsteps getting closer, finally your hands massaging tenderly his face, you sat on his lap, facing him and placing kisses around his face his hand grabbed your face pressing your cheeks and he kissed your lips "I really wanted to kiss ya" you told him, he proudly smiled "oh yeah? but I want you to do more" you kissed him again and got on your knees "I want to do more too " you rested your face on his thigh looking at him with angelic eyes, the back of his hand caressing your face "don't use your hands" he commanded, you smiled at him "no hands, got it" your teeth reached Gun's zipper but then the sound of your toddler's pacifier echoed the room Gun's hand grabbed your hair fast, moving you away from his crotch.

You both looked at your baby girl, she was chewing hard on his pacifier looking at his parents, judging his parents.

Gun massaged his temple "shit" you held your laugh "she is really judging you" you laughed at Gun "she is also judging you idiot"