#sh. thots

[wwilloww]

Hi, I've been reading Sh since the beginning and I'm wondering what exactly Namjoon's sexuality is or if we'll ever get a sex scene with him and the reader? I've always been really confused about where they stand with each other. Thanks ♥️

hi since the beginning?! i sometimes forget *i've* been here since the beginning. i so appreciate you and love that you wrote me. it's always a treat.

i love this question, and i also don't know how much i want to spoil re: answering directly. beyond this, i'll talk kind of vaguely but do my best to answer. spoiler just in case <3

Namjoon's arc with YN has felt pretty clear to me since the beginning (as opposed to pretty much everything else in this damn series) Namjoon, almost like Yoongi, is someone who has always fit into YN's life without much question or effort. there's an unspoken comfort and ease, even when trying to find the perfect word--it suits the way both of them relate to one another and the world.

however, unlike Yoongi, Namjoon and YN are both people who have built up narratives about what should happen, or who they should be. while YN has used emotional detachment as a means of protecting herself, Namjoon has allowed himself to get caught up in overthinking what is expected--if something is known, he can better navigate it. if it's unknown, he freezes. again, a form of self protection. because of this, neither of them are sure of where the other stands.

regarding your question about if we'll ever get a scene with him and YN, yes. yes, 100%. i am too much of a namjoon fan to let this series go on without that. bits of it are already written, much of it is already planned but not written. one thing i did not take account of with an ot7 fic was just how much i would want to flesh out each arc. it's left me feeling like there are more long gaps between interactions than i would like, but i've written myself into a bit of a hole as i usually only write one full chapter at a time lol. but i promise: i will make sure each character gets their moment in the spotlight by the end of this journey.

again, thank you so much for reading and for asking this question! more to come soon <3

[becca-e-barnes]

"Slippery When Wet."

Taking a quick jump back to the 'Shit He Said' series because I haven't given it nearly enough time.

I think I'd almost forgotten how it feels to be with someone who lets you feel like you're their entire focus. God, it's nice.

It's nice to spend time with someone who makes you feel so thrilled to be yourself. It's nice to want someone so intensely you can't wait to touch them again. Yeah, it's been nice 😵‍💫

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, cream pie, oral sex (f receiving), thigh fucking, alcohol mention

Summary: You and Bucky spend some time relaxing together

Minors, do not interact

"These reusable plastic cups might have to do." You're standing on your tiptoes, reaching into the cupboard in the Airbnb kitchen, searching for the one thing you hadn't thought to bring with you.

"Those would be perfect." You hear in response from the bedroom just down the hall. "The rules said 'No glass in the hot tub'."

A sensible rule and one you're more than content to abide by.

One rule of few.

"You can open the champagne bottle. I don't need to go home with a horrible injury." You tease, lifting two of the plastic cups and making your way outside. Sandals of some description would have been smart but it's only a few steps out to the tub.

The cover has already been removed, the water is still and it's hard not to pause for a second and admire the view. Rolling green hills, a lake in the distance, flowers all around the patio and the sun beginning to set, bringing a very slight chill to the evening air.

There couldn't be a more perfect evening to climb into a hot tub and enjoy the scenery.

So that's exactly what you do.

The water is warm as you sink down in, settling yourself into one of the grooves. The level comes to just above your shoulders, lapping against the bottom of your chin as you adjust and get comfortable, looking over the edge at your surroundings.

"We'd need be careful getting out. The steps are slippery when wet." Bucky doesn't take long to join you, reading from the sign on the fencing that was strategically placed to give you some privacy.

Who knew he's so into rules.

Settling beside him feels natural. It's familiar and comfortable and reassuring in a way you didn't know you needed.

He couldn't possibly know how you've craved him since you saw him last. You'll do everything you can to make him feel it though.

He pours champagne into the two little plastic cups, handing one to you before looking for the button that starts the bubbles.

You clink the cups together, taking a sip from your respective glasses while the jets burst to life around you both.

"It's such a mild evening." You hum, cuddling in against his side, enjoying the chaste kiss he leaves on the top of your head.

"It is." He agrees, tilting your chin up so your lips meet his.

They're warm and soft and plump and taste faintly of champagne and there's nothing else you'd rather do in that moment than kiss this man more.

You break away quickly though, choosing instead to spend the time catching up. You talk about work and how things have changed since you last met up. You talk about your plans, your hopes and your fears. He gives you perspectives you hadn't considered and advice you fully intend to take, all while curled up in the bubbling tub.

The champagne slowly disappears. The glasses are filled up again and then that disappears too. You laugh together. You tease each other. You enjoy the company of someone you'd like to see a whole lot more of but understandably can't.

He gives you a reasoned perspective on the things that bother you. Somehow, you don't feel silly telling him about the little things that upset you recently or the worries you have. He's understanding and considerate and so damn fun to be around.

You pepper kisses across his broad shoulders, absentmindedly play with the little short curls of hair on his chest and he lets you feel so entirely worshipped.

He holds you in a way that makes you feel entirely wanted; like all of you is exactly the way it's meant to be and there's nothing he'd dream of changing. It's so incredibly attractive to feel so wholly appreciated. You want him in the very same way and every touch reminds you of that.

All too soon, the sun sets over the hills. The bottle is empty and the water starts to get to a temperature that's just a little cooler than comfortable.

You could sit here with him forever and never run out of things to talk about. That said, your fingertips are beyond wrinkled by the water and it's probably time to call it a night.

Somewhere in those last 30 or so minutes, you realised you need him again. The moment you'd arrived here earlier, the curtains had been pulled and you'd taken the opportunity to relieve some stress before dinner but it's not enough.

"Can I show you what else is slippery when wet?" You tease, pressing your lips to his with an urgency that surprises you.

He seems entirely into that idea, pulling your body impossibly close, his hand gliding up the inside of your thigh to rub against the thin material of your bikini.

Squirming in his lap is becoming a bit of a theme.

Before you get too far, you carefully step out of the hot tub and scamper inside, letting him close up the tub while you rinse off the pool water in the shower very quickly.

The anticipation gets to you, much like it always does. It only ever adds to the fun.

By the time he's also rinsed and dried off, you're perched on the edge of the bed, enjoying the feeling of your own fingertip trailing lazily over your clit. Your legs are spread wide, giving him full view of your glistening, soaked sex.

"I've been dreaming of this." He mumbles, kneeling at the edge of the bed and replacing your fingertip with his tongue.

Fuck, he's so good at that. His tongue flicks and thrashes, his neck working overtime to deliver you a sensation that not comparable to anything else you've ever experienced. He groans as he licks your body, enjoying the taste of your arousal and the slick wetness coating his chin to his nose.

You could let him do that forever and never grow tired of it. Your fingers have woven through his hair at some point and your thighs have clamped tight around his ears.

While you don't want to, his neck will thank you for suggesting a change.

You tug him up, eager to taste your own arousal on his lips and tongue and he doesn't disappoint. His tongue glides against yours, his wet chin rubbing against you and the intensity leaves you totally breathless.

You're almost frantic in how you need him now. "Please. I want you." You practically whine, grasping his firming length and giving him a few slow strokes until he's totally ready.

"Your hand always feels better than my own." He half laughs, half gasps, grinding his hips in time with the movements of your hand.

It's needy and desperate from both of you, much like it was earlier with the tip of his dick nudging your clit perfectly while he fucked your thighs.

His length slides against your eager core, massaging your arousal against his dick. It feels almost luxurious to be able to take your time with him. There's no rush, other than that dictated by your own need.

Before long, he's sinking into your body with a low groan, enjoying the way he feels your heat engulfing his shaft.

"You're so fucking wet." He moans, bottoming out and kissing your shoulders.

You know you are and it's borderline embarrassing how quickly he was able to get you like that.

"Such a pretty angel." He pulls back, giving himself a chance to sink into you again and it steals the breath from both of you. "You feel like Heaven. You're so hot around my cock."

He's bound to still be sensitive from the round earlier that day but it doesn't stop him.

"God, you're going to earn every drop of cum I give you. I'm going to pump you so full." He's so delightfully filthy and you love hearing him talk to you like that.

Your hand weaves its way between your bodies, finding your throbbing, neglected clit and rubbing it in rough circles.

"You want to cum inside me this time?" You love how you never really know what to expect with him. He he pulled out earlier in the day, choosing to glaze your chest and tummy with an impressive load instead.

"I'd cum inside you every time if you didn't look so pretty covered in it." His thrusts are faster now, meeting the rhythm your fingers have dictated you need.

"I want you to cum inside me this time. Fill me until I'm dripping." The image in your head as you're saying it is enough to make you quiver. You're chasing your high far faster than you thought you'd be but you're sure he's not far behind you. The notion of his cum filling you is a love that you both share.

"Want to taste it inside you when I'm done. Let it leak out of you and then press it back in with my tongue."

That's all it takes. One filthy little fantasy and you're trembling, cumming so hard you see stars. You work yourself through your high, riding it out on his cock and you're vaguely aware that you've milked his release from him too. You feel him spilling inside you, blowing another huge load into your eager body with a low moan and a few curses.

When you're both spent, he collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you close to him for a cuddle.

"Give me a few seconds. Then I'll get to work." He hums, breathlessly.

[palmtreesx3]

same girly pop, the thought never leaves my brain either. but you know what ELSE doesn’t leave my brain??? giving steve road head. booo safety laws my ass I wanna fuck my pathetic cringefail swagless bisexual loser while he’s trying to concentrate

-🧱

The girls he's been with haven't had the AUDACITY so this is not even on his radar.

Maybe he's just on an absolute tangent rambling about something stressing him out (like his dad) and he's so engrossed in his rant and watching the road that he doesn't notice you fiddling with his waistband, and you're so quick about leaning down and diving in that he doesn't see it coming and he 100% swerves the car.

There's a lot of protests, but he only gets them out a third of the way before you shut him up every time with another deep bob or firm, flat lick up the length.

There's fingernail marks in the leather of his steering wheel now - you're sitting back up in the passenger seat wiping the corners of your mouth and smiling smugly and you stretch your arm over, put a finger on his chin and help him shut his gaping jaw.

[stuffedwithsteve]

Wowowowowowowowowwwwwww…….

steve who never got head!!! steve who is really confused with why you’re getting on your knees! steve who is blushing and embarrassed when you paw at his waistband!!! steve who stutters while telling you no one’s ever … done that … before!!!

shallowly breathing when you press little kisses to his shaft… groaning when your tongue swipes along a vein… throwing his head back and clenching his fists when you take the tip of him into your mouth… legs shaking… babbling nonsense and praise… gently twisting his hand through your hair because if he doesn’t hold onto something he’ll fall over…

and when he’s close, he’ll tell you - “honey, oh god, i’m gonna — i’m gonna —“ and tries to push your head away from him so he doesn’t cum down your throat. but you double down!! swatting his hand away and letting his pleasure take over, gently fucking his hips into your mouth and grabbing your hair while his vision turns white. and he’s so apologetic after, but you kiss his tummy and tell him you’ll suck his cock whenever and however he wants. that you’ll have to practice taking him into your throat. and he gets hard again instantly

[keeksandgigz]

more 18+ smutty thots (minors dni)

I don't know what came over me I was supposed to write an essay and this came out. disgustingly fluffy smut under the cut.

ok so while the idea of being fingered with rings on is really hot, I personally think it's really painful, you just get repeatedly punched in the pussy by like chunky metal. not very hot.

so picture this, Eddie always fingers you with his right hand because it's easier to take off one ring than three, big, chunky ones. He usually puts it down somewhere, maybe on his dresser or his desk, just so he knows he won't lose it.

And he's kneeling on the floor between your legs, getting ready to give you the biggest and sloppiest and the best head of your life. His hair is tied up and his other hand is keeping your thighs spread- now, the bite of those rings on your thigh you don't mind. They're cold and your flesh gets stuck in the gap between the ring and his finger, giving your inner thigh a delicious pinch.

But he's shirtless and he's famished and you notice that he still has that ring on. And he's circling your entrance with his ring and middle finger and as much as you'd love for him to keep going, because he's making you feel so good you have to stop him.

He emerges from in between your thighs, alarmed.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Need to stop?" his eyebrows are curled in a concerned manner, he's worried you weren't enjoying it. Ever the people pleaser.

"No no no, not at all" you huff, there is not enough oxygen in your brain for you to think right now. You stare at the ceiling, hoping that miraculously the words will come to you.

"What is it then?" he urges, giving your thigh a soft squeeze.

"Your um- your ring" you whisper softly, tilting your head towards his slick soaked fingers. He takes a moment to register, looking at his right hand, seeing the small little silver ring on his ring finger.

"Oh shit, sorry sweetheart" he goes to clean his fingers on the duvet of his bed, which makes you wince a bit. He probably won't was those sheets anytime soon.

He takes his ring off, but a malicious grin adorns his face as he plays with it a little, looking at you, still spread open and naked on the bed for him.

"Why don't you hold on to it for me?" he asks, as he reaches for your left hand, placing the slightly loose ring on your fourth finger. Your ring finger.

The thought makes you gasp as he wastes no time diving back into eating you out. His thick fingers spreading you open for him, as the gesture, though small, makes a wave of arousal mixed with utter love and devotion wash over you.

Your moans get louder with the possessive nature of the gesture, he wanted you to be his.

"Yeah? Y'wanna be my little wife?" he says in between licks and sucks at your core as his fingers make quick work of brushing that soft spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. His words only top the whole thing off.

"Oh- sh-yes, Eddie!" and you're not even sure what you're saying yes to. Everything feels too good, from the way his ringed hand is gripping your thigh, to the way his too- big ring burns its way into your skin. His. His little wife.

Your right hand digs at his hair, grabbing and pawing at the soft curls, urging him to fulfill you, a carnal need for more of him. A need for him to have you in any way he can.

His fingers picked up the pace, compensating for your mouth separating from you, chin and nose covered in slick.

"Who would've guessed a ring was all you needed. I put this little piece of tin on your finger and you go insane? Trust me baby, I'll give you the real thing. I'll give you everything you want" he mumbles against the skin of your tummy, mouthing soft praises.

"So good for me, aren't you. Gonna be mine so soon" and the promises of such a certain future make your head reel. His fingers curling inside of you as you cry out, the feeling of him being everywhere on you. Inside and out.

His hair fanning on your tummy as he continues his trail of hisses to the hinge of your knee, your calf, your ankle. The arch of your foot.

Then his hand is on you, brushing stray hair out of your face, cupping your cheek as your moans become lighter, airier.

"You close, baby? My little wife wants to cum for me?" he asks, his mouth against the seam of your thigh, licking and sucking bruises in his wake.

And you can't really speak aside from soft hn! noises and the occasional cry of his name, a prayer above as your walls begin to tighten around him.

"'mclose" you deliver curtly and he smiles, watching the way your cheeks flush, your eyes can't stop rolling to the back of your head.

"C'mon, baby, cum for me" he says, and like a spell has been cast on you, you follow his order, tightening around his fingers that don't seem to be stopping as you ride out your orgasm.

You have to push his hand away, an overwhelmed whine coming out of your mouth as you lay there.

"No more, no more" you chant, laying back as he sits on his bed, laying your head on his lap, caressing your matted and sweaty hear, brushing them away from your forehead as you catch your breath, playing with the new addition to your finger to steady yourself.

"You can keep that if you want. Gonna get you a chain, wear it around your neck" he says, smiling down at you.

"But it's yours, Ed" you squeak out, tired in a post orgasmic glow.

"Consider this an advance. For when I get to put a ring on that pretty finger" he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

And you feel safe, secure. Happy.

[stuffedwithsteve]

Ok, you’ve convinced me 🙃

steve and eddie being the type of guys to wanna masturbate in front of you but making sure to put your hand underneath theirs so you don’t feel left out keeping eye contact the whole time and when they feel extra needy they’ll grab you by the back of your neck and kiss the shit outta you. after a minute of making out they can’t keep kissing cause it feels too good they’ll just moan into your mouth. 𝜗𝜚

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

stoned thots: best friend dick grayson taking care of stoned you

i got so carried away with this i’m so sorry… smutty weed thoughts 18+

heheh🍃

i can just imagine best friend! dick grayson on ur couch while ur incredibly stoned. you thought the edible you took wouldn’t be as bad as your friends had made it out to be- but there you were, calling dick and freaking out- making no sense what so ever.

he practically flew to your door as soon as you hung up, immediately comforting you, as you stared up at him- red eyed.

leading you over gently to the couch to sit down while he grabbed you some ice cold water and a blanket, helping you take sips with your cotton mouth.

“my adorable little lightweight.” he’d coo as he sat down, spreading his thighs and arms wide over the back of the couch, coaxing you to come sit in his lap- like you two always did. you happily obeyed, like a kitty, much calmer now that he was around. your head still felt dopey, and loopy, but you nuzzled into his chest and murmured incoherent nothings anyways. he just held you, stroking your hair gently, letting his hand rest on your head, another on your thigh. “you feeling okay now angel?” he’d ask gently, looking down at you wide soft eyes and he’d turn all pink when he saw the way you looked at him back, eyes wide and innocent, mouth parted open slightly like you were in awe. it was adorable. “m’all good dickie cause of you. you make me feel so good. all warm and fuzzy inside.”

he smirked. “all warm and fuzzy huh? tell me about it sweetheart.”

you’d heat up and your tongue would get all dry and heavy and he’d laugh as you’d try to form the words properly. “go on sweetheart- tell me yeah? or show me, if that’s what you need. talkings to hard now isn’t it?”

you nodded, closing your eyes softly, letting your body melt into his. he was so warm, and gentle and lean you just wanted to bury yourself in him.

unconsciously you grinded into his hand that had inched towards your cunt, whimpering softly. “fuck- fuck-“ you whined, before realizing what you were doing. literally humping your best friends hand. who you had a massive crush on, mind you. “dickie i’m so so sorry i didn’t mean to-“

“no, no it’s okay. it’s just me sweetheart. is that what you need?”

you stilled, slowly nodding your head- response delayed. you felt every little touch send sparks down your spine. “need it. m’so sorry i just can’t think i just need-“

“shhh, sh it’s okay baby. stop apologizing, just give in okay?”

you nodded, continuing to grind your hips against his hand that cupped you from your thin little sleep shorts. he looked down in awe at your limp figure, filling giving into the pleasure that seemed to take over your body. “thatsss it let yourself go sweetheart. feel good?” “mggmmm..” you moaned feeling his fingers slip past your shorts to rub little circles against the wet spot on your panties.

“m’just helping you out like best friends do sweetheart. no need to get embarrassed okay?”

“okay dickie thank youuuu.” you drawled, clenching around air as he circled your nub over the fabric before slipping past your panties too. “m’gonna make you cum, and then you’re gonna cum again- however else you want to okay? just give me more than one sweetheart.”

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

Sore

Logan Howlett x Reader

Minors, do NOT interact.

A/N: More of my Wolvie because my creative side rests in him atm. Based on the fact that my back literally is brokeback mountain and my legs feel like I took that cowboy up on his offer for five hours after saving his horse atm 🤣 also, domestic smut is SO underrated.

Anyway, all interaction, especially commentary is heavily appreciated! Enjoy!

Cw: Logan’s helping you feel less sore, things get steamy. Fluffy and spicy, domestic!Logan.

P.S: Want more of Logan? Check out my headcanons and/or feel free to submit an ask for a Drabble or Ficlet. :> You want daddy dom Logan? I gotchu. You want Logan to watch, idk, Cars with you?? I gotchu. Just nothing too dark or too crazy, please. Anonymous or not, feel free to drop your thoughts/thots!

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You had flopped down on the your big ass bed the moment you’d gotten home from the gym. For whatever reason you had thought it would be a good idea to overdo it both today and yesterday, and now your legs and back were suffering the consequences.

So here you are, lying face down, starfish style. You barely remembered to kick off your nasty shoes and socks. Haven’t showered, haven’t pulled the comforter down. Just lying there in your misery as the pain in your legs chooses to linger.

You had to have been lying there for about ten minutes when you’re finally ready to get up, but then you hear the door open.

“Y/N?” Logan calls, having just got home from work apparently. It’s about eight at night, this is very early for him.

“Bedroom,” you call back weakly.

You hear his light footsteps pattering towards you. If you hadn’t been together as long as you had you wouldn’t be able to hear him because of how stealth he is.

“Aw, sweets, what’s wrong?” he asks as he walks into the bedroom.

“Sore,” you mumble, giving him another one word answer.

“Why?” he prods, in a somewhat lilting tone that implies he knows exactly why.

“Cause I overdid it,” you say begrudgingly. He was the one who warned you not to, and you could all but sense the smirk that had to be on his face right now. “If you say ‘I told you so’ I’m going to smother you,” you threaten as a follow up.

“Do it with that pretty cunt of yours and we’ll call it even.” Cheeky, as always. You groan in response, and not in a sexy way, even though his dirty words don’t fail to make your core feel a little warmer. “Alright alright. Can I try to make you feel better?”

“Please.” Your voice is slightly whiny as the ache in your legs is starting to get unbearably annoying.

“Aww, sugar,” he tuts, kissing you on the top of your head. “Just give me one second.”

He disappears momentarily, reappearing with some Advil and lemonade for you to drink it with. He sets the pair on the nightstand.

“I’m gonna sit you up, okay?”

“Wait-“ you protest, before gasping ‘ow!’ as he uses his trying arms to hold you up, resting your back against your plush pillows and headboard. He sits in front of you, draping your calves over the tops of his thighs.

“Here,” he hands you the lemonade and Advil.

“Thanks. Wait- tell me about your day,” you prod, before swallowing the pill and the drink down.

“Oh, you really are sweet on your old man, ain’tcha,” he grins, flattening out the random wisps of hair that had escaped your updo. You smile sweetly at him, before downing the rest of the glass.

“Well, I went to stop some guy from stealing an old lady’s purse, but by the time I got over there she was smacking him over the head with it.”

“What in the Tom and Jerry?” you laugh incredulously.

“I swear it! In my too-many years I’ve never seen anything like that.” God, you could never grow tired of seeing Logan like this. Giggly, tired, relaxed. It’s so nice.

“It’s the thought that counts, I guess,” I offer.

“Yeah, until Granny knocks it out of you,” he quips, and we both laugh. “So, where are you hurting?”

“My legs and my back. Shouldn’t have done the extra set of the one where you close your legs on the thing,” I tell him.

“What’re you wearing under this?” he asks, motioning to you. You’re wearing a sports tank and shorts, and underneath…

“Girl’s boxers and a sports bra.”

“Attagirl. Mind if I strip you down to those? Less layers makes it easier for me to dig into you.”

“You ask that as if you don’t fuck me almost every night,” you quip, the affirmation plain in your voice.

“And almost every morning and afternoon, but who’s counting?” he retorts with a mischievous grin. This is true- even after so many years of being together the two of you still can’t keep your hands off of each other.

“Don’t forget about evenings,” you add.

He gasps melodramatically, -“I could never.”-before tugging off your shorts. You sigh contentedly, glad to be free of your fabric confines. He then gently eases off your shirt so that, true to his word, you’re only in your undergarments.

“Can you lay on your stomach for me?” he asks.

“Mhm,” you slowly move from your spot amidst the pillows, slowly but surely. The pain doesn’t get enough time to build as much as before, and just rests at the same throbbing as before. You hear Logan rummaging in the nightstand.

“Shit, sorry, baby. I thought I had bought more of that lavender oil, but I forgot,” he says apologetically.

“Don’t worry about it, your hands are more than enough already,” you tell him.

“Oh yeah?” Logan turns any words he can into a double entendre, it’s his sense of humor.

“I’m surprised you don’t have a rabbit mutation,” you laugh, referring to his persistent and ever present horniness.

“Do I look like a rabbit to you?” he asks gruffly, still joking. You feel the bed dip from behind you under his weight.

“You are pretty cute,” you tell him.

“But a rabbit?” he asks, incredulousness in his voice.

“Mayb-ohh,” your words are broken off as his surprisingly gentle hands start kneading your calves.

“Ohh,” he imitates, pressing deeper. God it feels good- hurts on contact, but then completely alleviates the pressure.

“Shut up,” you try to say through your soft moans of pleasure.

“That’s gonna be a no, sugar,” you can hear the overconfidence in his voice, and it doesn’t even bother you because of how much better you’re feeling.

“Ow-,” you whisper as he presses on a particularly painful spot in the inside of your leg.

“That’s it, huh?”

You meekly hum in response as he takes initiative to continue pressing on it, digging into it with his thumbs.

Eventuakly he has you feeling like putty, all comfortable until…

“Oh, come on!” you say indignantly as he flips you over. You feel the dull pain in your legs ignite again, and you already know what he’s about to make you do.

“I know, but you know you need to stretch,” he chides, sitting on his knees between your thighs. He has a shit-eating grin on his face, because he knows damn well how inflexible you are, especially when you’re sore.

You stick your tongue at him to no avail. He grabs your thigh, squeezing it before beginning to push it back. The dull pain immediately intensifies.

“F-fuck you!” you squeak as he pushes your thigh back further, your knee nearing your shoulder. You clutch Pookie as tight as you can to your chest. The words are directed more to the pain than him, but he can’t help but tease you, naturally.

“Is that nice?” he chastises lightly, the smile plain on his lips as he holds you in place. You can feel your muscles screaming from the soreness, but the position does seem to be alleviating the pressure some.

“No,” you pout guiltily, not wanting to seem ungrateful to him.

“I’m kidding,” his voice softens as he presses my leg back further.

“Ow!” you whine, the additional pressure making your leg impossibly more sore.

“Easy, sweet girl,” he reassures me, massaging the back of my thigh as he holds it in place. He grabs the lone stuffed animal that rests amongst your too-many pillows and blankets. It’s an okapi, his name is Pookie. However, Logan calls him ‘Abomination,’ because the first time you showed him a picture of one that’s what he called it. You always get miffed about him calling it that, so he adamantly makes sure to do so, even though he’s the one that bought it for you on a whim. Go figure.

“How about you hold A-Bomb? Will that make you feel better?”

“It will if you call him by the right name,” you tell him, sass in your voice. He grins- for whatever reason he finds it extremely amusing to annoy you.

“But his name is Abomination,” Logan insists, momentarily distracting you from putting down your leg before picking up your more sore one.

“No it’s not,” you protest, before literally squeaking from how bad it hurts to have the other leg pushed back.

“Fine, it’s not,” he says gently, handing you the stuffed animal with his free hand as he keeps your leg pinned back. You squeeze it as he pushers further, holding it for what feels like fifteen years but in reality is probably all of fifteen seconds.

Slowly you start feeling better, that is until he drops your leg and grabs both this time.

“Logan, no, I’m already stretched out, I feel better-,” you try, but as always, he knows better. He lifts both legs up, and however much better you were feeling is immediately ruined because your lower back is being added to the equation.

“Ow!” you whine, trying to wriggle free from his grasp to no avail. Damn his super strength. Your back is all but shrieking at you now.

“I seem to recall you being able to do this,” Logan says smugly. And you immediately clench on nothing, because you know exactly what he’s referring to.

“Well you’re not exactly dicking me down right now, are you?” Usually when your legs are over his shoulders like this it’s because he’s ploughing into you like it’s your last night on earth. And the memories are vivid- he always makes damn sure of that. The sweat on his brow, his filthy vocabulary….

Okay, you’re wet now.

“Dicking you down?” he laughs. “What are you, Wade?”

“Suddenly I’m not turned on anymore,” I roll my eyes. The Merc with a Mouth may just about exclusively talk about sex, but somehow it’s never sexy. Maybe it has something to do with the fact he still has the brain of a thirteen year old. Who knows.

“Mmm, let’s see about that,” he murmurs, tossing your stuffed animal to the side and dropping your legs down, to your relief. He tugs at your boxer shorts, looking you in the eye for consent. You nod, and he takes no time at all to slide them down your pretty legs. “Looks pretty turned on to me,” he says gravelly as he looks at your cunt.

“Mhm,” you agree, your voice wanton and low.

He knows exactly what you like, and neither of you is surprised by the shiver your elicits from you as he runs a knuckle through your slick folds.

One of the things about being with Logan is anything can be sexy, and by association, turn into sex. You don’t mind at all- you match his freak, if you will- but it is easy to marvel at how random it can be.

Some days it’s just your morning chatter- you’ll be talking about who knows what, maybe a movie you’ve seen, maybe your plans for the day. And then you’ll straddle him to get him to focus on you, because he’s always sleepy and slow in the morning. Before you know it he’ll have his hands on your hips, easing you up and down on his cock.

Other times it’ll be you two silently reading on the couch, legs crossed over one another because you can’t go a second without touching. Once one of you gets bored, it’s over for the other. If it’s he who gets bored but you’re still invested in your book, he’ll have you cockwarm him and finish your book. Sometimes it’s the other way around, but because you’re so needy you’ll usually be bouncing on him before he can finish and who is he not to do as you wish?

It’s always something. And one of those somethings apparently him helping you stretch,, which is a new one because usually you pass out after he contorts you like that.

After getting you ready for him, which really doesn’t take long since you’re almost always wet for him when you’re in his vicinity, he pulls down his sweats and his own boxers just enough to expose his dick.

But, because he’s Logan, and he’s annoying, he grabs the backs of your thighs with a mischievous grin, and before you even realize what he’s doing he presses both of your legs back. It really doesn’t hurt as bad, especially when he leans down to kiss you so passionately and all-consumingly that your mind clouds over.

“You ready f’me?” he asks, as if he doesn’t know that you are.

“Yeah, baby. Yeah,” you breathe. “Just go slow, please.”

“I promise, sweet girl,” he kisses you again, aligning himself with your entrance. “God, I love you,” he whispers as he watches himself slide into you with ease.

“I love you too,” tell him through a gasp, kissing his nose. “Please don’t make me more sore.” You have to reiterate that you want him to be slow, because while Logan is the sweetest, most considerate lover you could have, sometimes he can’t help but overdo it.

He laughs, not one to deny your imploring. “I’ve got you.” He bottoms out slowly, resting inside of you before pushing just a little bit more, hitting a spot that feels so good that it brings tears to your eyes. You’re so, so full of him, you can feel every twitch. This angle, painful as it may be, lets him get so wonderfully deep inside you. It’s a wonder you hadn’t tried this sooner.

“Oh, Logan,” you breathe, leaning into his touch as he kisses over your collarbone.

“Good, huh?” he says somewhat cockily, slowly pulling out of you before bottoming back out, hitting that impossible spot again. It feels so good that you can’t even think of something to say in response. “Thought so,” he smiles, kissing you on the nose. His voice has gonna somewhat breathy, but he still continues his steady, slow pace. The sounds that fill the room are gentle, with soft sighs and grunts and the occasional moan of one or the other’s name. And it’s perfect.

It feels so good that you feel tears slipping down your cheeks, and he leans down to kiss them away. “I know, sweet girl. I know.” His tone is soft, and it prompts you to further bury yourself in your fluffy comforter and pillows as he slowly coaxes a release out of me. He kisses you, slow but passionate as his fingers start to circle your clit in the way you like. The circles are much faster than his thrusts, and the sensation of the contrast in paces is absolutely delicious.

Logan loves having you like this- soft and sweet, in no rush. Your legs strewn haphazardly over his shoulders, squeezing him every time he nudges the head of his cock that extra inch inside of you. He loves to kiss you, to talk you through it. He loves you.

“You’re taking me so well, beautiful. You always do,” he coos, adding more pressure to your sensitive bud. You only whimper in response as your orgasm starts to build. He can feel it, hell, he can smell it. That sweet smell that’s so uniquely yours, that he’s so addicted to. “You gonna cum f’me? Make a mess all over this big dick?” he asks, knowing full well how much of a mess his dirty words make of you. You nod ever so slightly, you’re entire body on fire from how good it feels.

Your legs tighten around his head as you cum, and it’s perfect. The pleasure is immense, intense enough to make you close your eyes as he keeps his same pace, drawing it out longer than ever. “Logan?” you whisper once you catch your bearings.

“Yeah?” he asks, still moving slowly and hitting that perfect spot. His voice is slightly strained, you can tell he wants to cum.

“Cum in me, please,” you ask with your best doe eyes.

“Gladly, sugar,” he kisses you again, coming with just a few more thrusts as you clench around him as tightly as you can. “Fuck,” he mumbles, biting the juncture of your neck and shoulder and darkening what may as well be a permanent mark from him. He always bites in the same spot. He lets your legs down but stays inside you, panting as he holds you close. Eventually he pulls out, and you whine from the loss of contact, feeling your mixed releases slip out of you.

“You feeling better?” he asks, laying on his side as you do the same.

“Yeah. Thank you so much,” you tell him.

“Anything for you, gorgeous. I’ve heard that a good orgasm releases tension.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh yeah,” he grins.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” he hugs you close.

“Waiiiit I need to shower,” you complain, trying to push him away.

“In a minute,” he counters, nuzzling his face in your neck and squeezing you tighter.

That’s definitely the biggest lie he could have told you, because you both knew damn well it would be more than a minute. And even when you do get out of bed- sorry, Pookie!- there’s always room for showers and post-shower sex. You don’t make the rules, it just happens. And with your luck you’ll probably be sore tomorrow, and you’ll probably have asked for it.

What can you say? You’re just a girl, after all. A girl who loves her guy, whose guy loves her.

Fin! Xx.

[punkrockmlchael]

gareth emerson thoughts from your favorite gareth emerson thot!

18+ mdni, Smut: PinV (Both Gareth and Reader are 18+)

Absolutely no one asked for this but I just cannot stop thinking about having a quickie with Gareth backstage before a Corroded Coffin Show. Let me know if you would want a full fic of this maybe? hehe (Word Count: 391)

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"Fuck, Gareth," you moaned loudly, back arching as your boyfriend thrusted into you deep and slow. "Jesus, fuck, go faster," you groaned, bucking your hips up against him.

"Sh, baby girl, you have to be quiet," Gareth shushed, biting your neck softly. "As much as I love to hear those pretty little noises coming out of your mouth, you have to be quiet for me. Think you can do that?" He mumbled into your neck.

"Hm," you moaned softly, back arching as he continued to thrust into you deeply on the crappy leather couch in the small dressing room. "Can't," you whined, hands moving to his hair as you tugged on his soft locks gently. "Fuck."

He groaned at the feeling of you tugging on his hair, his lips kissing up your neck and jawline before crashing them into yours. He kissed you roughly, lips moving against yours frantically to try to make you shut up.

Your moans were now being swallowed by Gareth as he kissed you roughly, biting your lips in between kisses. He continued to thrust into you, each thrust feeling deeper than the last. You moaned into his mouth, whining as you felt your high grow closer and closer.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" He asked softly, kissing your jawline again. You let out a small whine, hips moving against his again. "Come on, baby girl, talk to me, cum for me." He said, nibbling on your neck again as he thrusted into you in perfect rhythm, fucking drummer, he's too good at that.

You moaned his name loudly, slapping your hand over your mouth to try to muffle the moans. You whined against your hand, clenching around Gareth's cock as you released around him. Your hips continuing to buck up against his as you fell back against the cool leather couch.

Gareth groaned, thrusting faster as he moved his hand down to rub small circles on your clit. You moaned loudly, "Gareth," you sighed, looking up at him.

"Mhm," he mumbled, biting on your neck roughly. "We have 10 more minutes, I'm trying to see how many times I can get you to cum on my cock before I have to go play a sold out show." You groaned, laying against the couch as your boyfriend continued to fuck you before his sold out show.

gareth tag list: wanna be added? comment + let me know! @keeryhours ; @darkyuffie-blog ; @luveediary ; @the-witty-pen-name

[honeytonedhottie]

HONEYS TEA ON SELF CONCEPT୧ ‧₊˚ 🌸

this post will include affirmations that i use on a day-to-day basis, and in general things that i do for my god-tier self concept <3

tier one : AFFIRMATIONS (thoughts i frequently have)

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟi know for a fact that i have all my desires because i am god

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟi know for a fact that i have all my desires because i am the creator

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟi am the source

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟi have perfect self concept

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟim on the pedastal

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟi get everything i want because i say so

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟi am (insert desired traits)

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟi am a master manifestor

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟmy manifesting abilities are unmatched

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟi am the star in every room that i stand in (nicki minaj)

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟeverything goes my way

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟi have everything i want because i said so

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟeverything in life exists to serve me

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟi mold my reality the way i want to

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟim limitless

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟim barbie

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟim a literal goddess

tier two : MUSIC (song recommendations and brief science)

listening to or making music increases blood flow to brain regions that generate and control ur emotions. its called the limbic system and it "lights up" when our ears perceive music. more-so the type of music that u listen to can have an impact on ur MOOD.

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟbig difference - nicki minaj - THIS SONG HAS SO MANY GOOD AFFIRMATIONS IN IT. i literally catch myself singing it to myself in my head and its so productive bcuz im implenting self concept while listening to good quality music

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟqueencard - (G)IDLE - this song is all about empowerment and its so catchy so i 10/10 reccomend it

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟprincess diana - ice spice - im thick cuz i be eatin oats

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟdeli - ice spice - literally any song by ice spice is such an amazing manifesting tool

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟthot sh*t - megan thee stallion - i love love love megan's music

other artists like britney spears, flo milli, ariana grande, black pink, and beyoncé are artists that helped my self concept

tier three : IMPLEMENTATION (how i implemented my mentality so that its set in stone)

i have a habit of while im in my bed (in the state akin to sleep) of just whispering to myself and vaunting about my self concept. and then i go to sleep in that state of being and its just amazing

i'd listen to my playlist ab self concept and sing in the mirror the lyrics word for word while admiring myself

acting. as. if.

the key thing was CONSTANTLY reminding myself bcuz the concept of a self concept was so foreign to me at one point so back when my self concept was weak, whenever something undesirable would come up in my reality my self concept would constantly fluctuate and then i'd wonder why im not getting the results i wanted.

repetition is KEY

now its just like second nature, now what were once affirmations that i repeated to myself consciously, became thoughts that my brain generated subconsciously.

[mushyblushyredhead]

‧₊˚ Random Tword Thot ‧₊˚. ✧

Sooo I rewatched the Alien movies this weekend to get myself hyped for the new Alien: Romulus movie, annnnd while watching the spooky space chaos…hhHHH the canon event of yoinking another fandom into my fluffy tk trash brain has BEGUN! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

IMAGINE THIS!! Facehuggers with teasy claws and feathery tails that glomp you and tickle you silly, refusing to let go until they’ve had their fill.

Chestbursters and that wiener snake thing from Prometheus that slips through your clothing and tk attacks your skin until you’re on the ground in hysterics. Super slippery, hard to remove from clothing because they’re cheeky little sh!ts.

And finally, Xenomorphs but they’re actually just big playful tickle monsters that love to pin you down and tickle you all over with their claws and feathery tail until you're tired out, and then snuggle you for a nice cuddly nap afterwards. (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

…right? Yeah? Anybody with me? (*^^*)

Stay tuned cuz Imma make an AU on it anyway! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)✨

[concretejunglefm]

As we all know Nicholas is very into bondage and tying you up so pretty. So imagine him tying you up and kissing you all over and barely even touching you, until you are a whining, dripping mess for him. Bonus points if he has one of the guys sitting in watching because they were curious

Hi anon 👋 I hope you don't mind that I might have gotten a little carried away with this thot 🫣

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x f!reader x Davis Rider.

CW: smut including slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, fingering (f receiving), threesome vibes, partner sharing, dirty talk, unprotected sex (p in v), slight cum play, objectification of reader.

Smut under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

Nicholas has you laid over his lap, your arms bound behind your back with soft pink silk ribbon instead of your usual bondage rope. You're straddling his thigh, your pussy on display for your sole audience, Davis.

After catching Nicholas online shopping, he became curious about the bondage props in his basket. While he wasn't usually one to share you physically, he did enjoy an audience.

"Can you see how wet she is?" You hear the huskiness in Nicholas' voice as his hand comes over your slick folds, spreading you out for Davis to see. It results in a whine because despite how overstimulated you feel, he's barely touched you there.

The entire build-up had been him touching you everywhere else, leaving soft kisses and guiding his way along your body, worshipping every inch until he finally threw you over his lap and spread you out like this for Davis to see.

"She's so pretty." It was soft and breathless, but you knew the words came from Davis. You could easily recognize his voice, and your pussy clenched around nothing in response.

"Oh, she liked that."

Nicholas' response makes you whine as he continues slowly teasing you, circling your clit and barely dipping a finger into your tight cunt.

You love nothing more than him speaking about you like this with his friends, as if you weren't even actually there. You were nothing more than a toy for him to show off, and he was doing so, proudly.

"Look at how needy she is. I've barely got my finger inside her, and I can already feel her clenching." He continues, giving Davis a full commentary of your body's response while he sits observing the entire scene unfolding before him.

"Watch how she reacts when I do this."

For a brief moment, Nicholas' hand slips away before making a return against your pussy with a harsh slap. It makes your entire body jolt, whimpering and whining as your throbbing clit is toyed with, slapped, and abused, pushing you to a new height of arousal and pleasure.

He hadn't even fucked you yet, and you were already dizzy from the overwhelming sensations.

The next words that escaped his lips surprised you the most; "Do you want to fuck her?"

You could barely utter any audible words; only sounds and all which went unacknowledged by them, as if you were merely a toy for them to play with.

Before you knew it, you could feel Nicholas' hand close to you, and the tip of a cock teasing against your clit. Even without looking, you could sense his gentle guidance of his friend. Your head drops against the mattress, and you let out a soft moan. You lift your hips slightly to meet his thrust, which buries him deeply into you.

It's unexpected and dizzying, yet you hear Nick guiding his friend, instructing him on how to fuck you, and even offering his own touch as his hand slips between you both and starts to tease your clit.

You're overwhelmed, and you can feel the surge of your orgasm building up inside you, making you tremble. You know that Davis can sense it in the way you squeeze around him, making him groan. You can't even find the words to warn or ask, as the sensation rushes through your body, trembling over Nicholas' lap while he continues to rub your clit as Davis' thrusts intensify.

You're pushed beyond anything you thought you could handle, but that's just how it is when it comes to Nicholas.

"Fuck, she's so tight. She's going to make me cum." Davis growls under his breath, his hands squeezing at your hips. Just as you feel his body tremble against yours, he slips away, causing you to whine in disappointment. Before you can react, you're met with a warm, splattering sensation against your lower back.

"That's it. Just like that." You heard Nicholas' voice instructing his friend, continuing to feel the warmth of Davis's cum as it starts to drip down your back, trickling over your cunt. It makes you clench and buck your hips, desperate to feel it inside you.

"Look at her Davis, she's such a slut for cum she wants yours inside her too."

You whine in response and it almost sounds like a plea.

"She knows that she shouldn't be wanting this. She's only allowed my cum." You feel the sudden intrusion of Nick's fingers burying into you, slick and coated in something warm that you can only assume is Davis' cum as Nicholas spanks your ass, repeatedly scolding you while fucking his friends cum into your pussy with his fingers.

It's such a dizzying sensation that you feel yourself cumming again around his fingers, attempting to buck your hips while squirming in his lap, whether to get away or for more you're uncertain, all you know is that Nicholas has no plans on letting you go, not yet, especially when you hear him say;

"Let me show you what else she likes."  

[stuffedwithsteve]

@urhoneycombwitch it’s giving The Roommates

i really just!!!! there is something so 💕 about steve and reader only fooling around/fucking while they’re high because it doesn’t count!! you’re just friends, it’s not weird or anything! and you can always blame the weed later!! why worry about it now when he’s eating your pussy so good it makes your eyes cross? when it looks so good? when steve compliments you non-stop, when he uses the little energy he has to make you feel good? it’s not a bad thing!! you’re just high!! it’s normal!!!

[forlorn-crows]

mountain sitting on dews face

what r ur thots 👁👁

oh i have thots 👀

how about a lil modified 69 with these silly horny guys?

Mountain’s balls draw up for about the third time since he sat his ass on Dew’s face. He can’t help it, though, not really. Not when that hot mouth suctions to his rim and his delightfully wet tongue delves unnaturally far inside. 

His dick twitches, sending another drop of precum onto Dew’s clavicle. “Shit, sometimes I think just your tongue could make me cum,” he groans. 

Dew pulls away and grips his asscheeks hard. “It has, big guy.” The smirk in his voice is obvious, even when Mountain’s facing away from him.

“Ugh, I meant right now, asshole.”

“I’m already in—”

Dew squeaks as Mountain grabs hold of his little dick and squeezes. It drools a fat glob of precum onto his knuckles, pearly and thick. He kicks his feet against the blankets with an undignified whine.

Mountain just sighs. Strokes his thumb through the mess he’s already made. “Fuck, why’re you so cute.”

“You are suffocating my di-i-ick fucking fucker—” he wheezes. That thumb presses further into his slit, pushing down the sensitive foreskin and rubbing over the width of the head. Mountain’s slow and antagonizing with it, doing it over and over until Dew groans bodily, right into his hole. 

“Oh, Belial, do that again,” he gasps, mercifully releasing his dick. 

“How ‘bout you ask me nicely.”

Mountain scoffs. “Pleeaase moan into my ass again?”

“Uh uh. Try again,” he teases, spitting straight up into his hole and rubbing over it with the pad of his finger. 

“F-fuck—” 

“Come on, Mount, why don’t you kiss it a little? Where’s that sweet-talk, hm?” Dew rolls his hips to bounce his cock in the earth ghoul’s face where he’s crumbled to his elbows. 

He can’t help the whimper that falls from his lips. “Please. Wanna feel it,” he starts, genuine this time and much more needy. 

“I’m listening.” Dew’s tone gets softer too. He swirls around his hole, watches it clench. 

Mountain’s gasp fans hot over the head of Dew’s cock. “Gonna make you feel good so you moan and groan right into me.” He noses down the wet length and presses a kiss to the base. “Kiss you all sloppy here,” he mumbles. 

“Shit, yeah?”

“Uh huh.” His lips wrap around the side of his shaft, as promised, tongue darting out to lick at the veins. Mixing saliva into the streaks of slick. 

“Hnf, like that.” He bucks into it, balls bumping into the side of Mountain’s chin. “Fuck, sit down.” Dew digs his claws into his boney hips and forces him back onto his face, squarely onto his waiting tongue. Burying his nose between his cheeks. 

Mountain whimpers. He grips the inside of Dew’s thighs and spreads them open. Migrating from the side of his cock to swallow the whole thing down in one go.

“Ffuuu,” Dew moans right where it counts. The earth ghoul can only respond with a dumb, gurgled sound. It’s a vicious echo chamber of cause and effect, each of their actions spurring on the other in a self-imploding horny cycle. It only takes a few more minutes of impassioned attention to Mountain’s hole to get him close again, balls drawing up and mouth dragging down Dew’s dick until he’s panting into his taint. Mushy-brained and fumbling for words.

“Gonna—D-Dew,” he struggles, thighs crushing into the smaller ghoul’s ribs. Dew presses that spot inside him again—with only his tongue, how is that only his tongue?—and Mountain wheezes. His cock bobs back and forth between his stomach and Dew’s chest, splattering them both with precum that just won’t stop. 

Something that sounds vaguely like uh huh come on vibrates through his core, and that vocalization is what sends him over the edge, shooting onto the fire ghoul’s chest with a surprised shout. 

“Sh-h-hit,” he hisses against Dew’s skin, nose pressing tight to his little balls until he whimpers too. Mountain twitches through shudder after shudder. He’s pretty sure he’s drooling on Dew, but his brain’s too empty to care. 

“That’s it,” the fire ghoul coos, regaining his composure (and the upper hand). He rubs Mountain’s backside as he slowly goes limp, the bigger ghoul groaning louder when his cock finally makes contact with his own mess and grants him one last jolt of pleasure. Dew presses a kiss to his hole, tutting when it clenches. “Such a sensitive guy, aren’t you?”

Mountain gurgles something unintelligible. 

“Yeah you are.” Sadist that he is, Dew slips his pinky into that puffy, spit-coated hole, prodding until he hits the spot. Wringing a breathy, feminine moan from Mountain that he’d surely be embarrassed about, if it weren’t for all of his self-consciousness shooting out of his dick along with his load. 

He tuts again. “Be a fuckin’ shame to waste this nice wet ass, wouldn’t it?”

Mountain chirps, a questioning noise that’s almost comical, like a single question mark popping up above  his head. 

Dew smacks his ass. “Shove up, big boy, it’s my dick’s turn to be inside that tight hole.”

[ronearoundblindly]

Feel free to ignore this… but any further (descriptive) thots on what the first time Ari calling reader Mrs Levinson would be like?!

I just can’t get the thot of tender love making out of my brain after reading the 3+1!

Please no pressure at all! Just wanted to let you know how much this Ari lives rent free in my brain 😵‍💫💙

Ari Levinson x bestfriend!Reader (now wife) from Bedrock and Blueprints series

woah. so. good lawd, i got all up in my own feels for a while and shrank my world down to just reader and this guy:

An expansion of the the last part of this. Warning for sexy times in the most loving way. MINORS DNI. WC 1.3k

A/N: holy sh*t. don't @ me if you hate this and hate terrible puns because 🙈 idk what happened...

Your relationship keeps evolving.

You started as distant acquaintances, sharing a friend but not much else. Soon, though, you and Ari found common ground and mutual respect. Slowly, the two of you learned more about each other and grew comfortable, playfully jabbing at each other's bad habits and blind spots.

You only ever wanted the best for one another.

It took a long time--many people would say too long--to WANT one another, and old habits die hard.

The strangest part of your wedding day is how easy it is to fall into the 'friend' pattern again. You're executing a planned day, hosting guests in your home, coordinating care of your baby. Ari's helping. He always does.

The ceremony is short and sweet, the party after a simple barbecue. It hardly feels...special.

On the other side of the lawn, Ari shows a few of your coworkers Rachel's favorite face he makes, and your daughter howls in joy, grabbing at Daddy from her perch your cubicle-mate's arms.

They're too far away to hear, but you can read Ari's body language pretty well after a decade.

What's wrong, honey? You love looking out at a crowd.

See? See all these people? They're here for you. For us. For...

Ari's eyes meet yours, his bottle of beer becoming an anchor in his outstretched hand. He beams.

...mommy.

You give a tiny little wave just as he gets ambushed by a few more guests cooing over Rachel. Ari is tall enough that you can see his gaze never leaves you, even when he's surrounded, even when he mutters an answer to a question, even as he pats shoulders and backs until he's out of the throng.

His radiant smile washes over you like the warm breeze on this perfect day. His feet land in time with thuds of Boyd and Dimitri battling it out on the cornhole boards, and the women flanking you twitter appreciative giggles as if putting voice to your heart's fluttering.

Ari is, well, damn fine to look at.

"Hey," he breathes heavily once making his way to you. "You wanna--" he gestures behind you to the house "--for a sec?"

"Oh, sure." You scramble to think what more could be missing from outside. Are the drinks running low? Is the grill ready for the next round of food? Does Rachel need a toy or maybe a hat?

He leads the way to open the door for you, and that's when you notice Ari's starting to sweat through the t-shirt he changed into after the ceremony. He's never been a fan of the penguin suits. As he puts it, "they rent them for a reason. Nobody wants to own one of these."

Whether for the entertainment or just to cool himself off, you assume Ari's heading for the kitchen and turn accordingly before an arm snaking around your waist hauls you backward.

"Not so fast, gorgeous," he snips in your ear, a familiar playfulness in the words warming down your spine.

"What are you doing, Ari?" you laugh, letting him man-handle you down the hall to the bedroom.

He touches you down gently beside the door and shuts it behind him quietly. Those pearly white teeth and bright blue eyes keep shining.

"Just taking a minute," he whispers, stepping closer, dragging his finger around your ear to move a bit of stray hair, "just for us."

His focus holds yours for a long time. The rough pad of his thumb traces the height of your cheekbone. A sheen of perspiration glistens on his temple. His flush glows pink even on the skin between beard hairs. Ari's tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip.

Mixed with the muffled sound of your party outside, it's hard to tell his breathing has changed, but when your own eyes stop roaming the rest of his face, you see welling tears.

"Sorry, I don't know why..." Ari's cracking voice trails off. He sniffs and plants his hands against your hips to steady himself.

It makes your head spin.

"Sorry I took so lo--" but you don't let him get the words out.

Friends don't let friends cry over wasted time, no, because none of it was wasted. Learning about each other is necessary. Respecting one another is crucial. Laughing at the little things and the stupid things is essential. Everything happened just as it should.

You pour your approval into the kiss, tossing your arms around his neck and climbing him like the steadfast, rooted tree he's become, the centerpiece he is in the forest of your life, and Ari weathers the assault with gusto.

He sways with that changing wind of desire to lay you on the bed, shading you with his broad body and dangling hair, cocooning you both in your own little world, hot and heavy and light as a feather.

"I love you," he says as his wide palm explores up your skirt. "I love you," he says as two fingers move your panties out of the way. "I love you," he says as he discovers just how long you've been waiting for this touch.

"I love you," you repeat, undoing the fastening of his shorts. "I love you," you repeat, pushing them to the ground. "I love you," you repeat, taking his length in your hand.

"Please, Ari."

He hisses in tortured excitement. "Yeah?" In a flurry of fabrics, he's yanking your skirt around, tucking your leg up high over his waist as he climbs on the bed, too. "You want me, gorgeous?"

You like how much he leans into your new nickname; he's tried to ween himself off calling you 'kid' now that Rachel exists.

"Need you." Your words sound whiny and desperate because they are. "Need my husband."

The groan Ari lets out would wake the neighbors. Thank g-d there's a party outside...

He's so careful entering you, giving you time to stretch for him, giving him time to listen to every sated breath you both take. He pulls down the zipper at your side and peels your dress back, further exposing you. He loves how sensitive your nipples are since having a baby, but he also knows how much you hate these bras. He takes a moment to unhook you and fling that shit across the room, relishing your happy sigh of freedom.

"There's my wife," he chokes out, propped on his hands above you, surveying the bare beauty before him. His shirt is loose and wrinkled from where you've been gripping it for dear life. The shimmer of tears is back in his eyes--just for a second--until you bring him down to kiss again.

Once fully sheathed inside you, Ari sets a rhythm to mirror your whole relationship: slow and playful. He works to make you laugh, to make you fight him just a little bit because he's being silly. He flicks at your nipples and mouths at your shoulder. He only has one care in the whole world and for all time until--

Ari growls into your neck when there's a knock at the door.

"Just took the last bottle out of the fridge for Rachel, dearie. Thought you should know," Momma Joe's sweet old voice vibrates through, but you hear her footsteps fade quickly.

"'Spose that means I need to pump..." You toss your arms out in defeated frustration.

"Nah-uh," Ari shoots back, gathering you into a firm hold, pressing himself that much deeper inside you. He drapes that bubble of attention over you again, intent and adoring. "Right now? Right now you're mine, Misses Levinson."

He rolls his hips back, cock inching out of you, covered in your slippery arousal.

"And I need to pump--" he thrusts forward, the heft of him making your head loll back on the sheets "--again...and again...and again..."

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[bihanspookies]

GUESS WHO HAD A NAUGHTY CHOSO THOT

ME

I wrote this with a female reader in mind 🫡

Warnings: fingering, slight exhibiton??, chosos finger blasting you while gojo and geto are right outside on the back porch, use of ‘good girl’ but once.

8:47 p.m

“Sh sh sh, be quiet baby. Don’t wanna let the others know what we’re doing, hm?”

Even though Choso’s hand was over your mouth, it wasn’t enough to keep your moans muffled completely. How could you when his fingers were buried so deep in your cunt, stuffing you so full and threatening to coax a second orgasm from your worm out body?

You had to be quiet, you just had to because you wouldn’t dare let Satoru and Suguru know what exactly Choso was doing to you while they stood outside, talking about who knows what.

You all decided to share one room to save on money, Satoru claiming there was enough space so you’d all fit comfortably. He was clearly wrong when you four had walked in to find only one bed and sofa couch, turning to look at Satoru who only gave a sheepish grin before attempting a distraction by pointing out the lavish pool in the backyard.

They were grateful enough to give you and Choso the bed saying that you two needed the privacy. It didn’t stop Choso from putting his hands on you the minute the two friends stepped outside for a moment, wanting to breathe in the crisp night air.

A movie played in the background but you paid no mind, trying to focus on the way Choso fingered you so deliciously well, making your eyes flutter and your throat dry. He thankfully had thrown a blanket over the both you before he started his shit, pulling it up to your chins and laying behind you, painting an innocent expression of ‘just wanting to cuddle’.

“God I wish I could eat your pussy right now. Taste you on my tongue and make you cum on my face.”

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips, your heart momentarily jumping as you could’ve sworn Suguru stopped talking for the briefest second before resuming his conversation with Satoru. You watched them through the glass doors with hazy eyes, feeling waves of anxiety yet tendrils of excitement course through you at the possibility of getting caught.

“Are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?”

You hum a ‘mhm’, reaching behind you to dig your nails into Choso’s leg, your thighs starting to quiver the closer he brought you to sweet release. Choso buries his face in your neck, removing his hand from your mouth to wrap around your throat.

“Stay quiet and I’ll let you cum okay?”

You nodded furiously, starting to eagerly rock your hips against him.

“Good girl.”

He tightens his hold on your throat while biting your shoulder, using his thumb to rub at your clit. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, your body jolting as your climax racks throughout your body. Choso’s muttering sweet and sinful praises behind you, rutting his hips against your ass as he cums in his pants, his seed seeping through the material and onto your rear.

He grunts quietly, slowing down the movements of his hand before pulling out completely. Carefully he brings it out from under the blanket, popping his two fingers into his mouth to suck them clean and taste you.

“Fucking divine as always.”

He helps adjust your pants, shifting behind you and positioning yourselves back to ‘watching the movie’. It was about five minutes later when Satoru and Suguru walked back in, a look passing between the two as they gazed upon you and Choso. Satoru opens his mouth but is quickly stopped by Suguru with a slap to the back of his neck, shaking his head before he speaks.

“I think it’s safe to say that we’ll be taking the bed for the night.” Suguru mirths with a twinkle in his eye.

Choso only grins at that, nodding and giving the go ahead while your face starts to burn in embarrassment. Choso chuckles softly in your ear, nuzzling you for comfort.

“That just means I can eat you out sooner than I thought, sweetheart.”