#that second bite 🤌

[cnidariandreams]

EPISODE TWO ⁉️⁉️

ERM I JUST WATCHED TAIKAN YOHOU E1 EERRRMMMMMMM

[insomniadreamzz]

G!P JINX X FEM READER PLSSSSSS GRRRRRR SHES SO

IKR??? I Love her too 🤌🏼😭

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G!P Jinx x Fem!Reader

Mentions of G!P, smut, dom!Jinx, overstimulation, squirting, possessive Jinx

Your soft whining echoed through Jinx‘s room as she was all over you, placing bites and kisses on your neck as her hands pinned yours down above your head, her bulge rubbing against your exposed crotch as she humped against you, low growls leaving her throat.

She licked over the marks she created, making your body shiver at the good feeling, making you buckle your hips up against her. „Jinx…please.“ You moan out, wanting her so bad. The sound of your needy voice only turning her on even more, leaning back so she could look at you. „Please what?“ She asked with a smirk before running her tongue along your lips before sliding it inside of your mouth, kissing you hungrily, gaining even more whining and little moans from you.

„Fuck…“ She grunted before sitting up, wanting to unbuckle her pants, looking down to see how soaked they were because of you. „Ah, what a mess. You really are this wet for me? Good girl.“ You hummed at her words and Jinx finally got rid of her pants and underwear, rubbing her tip against your entrance slowly. „I asked you something before.“ She said as she kept on teasing you, only using her tip to stroke your wet folds and clit, making you almost lose it.

„Fuck me! Please fuck me!“ You whined out, feeling like you’re going to explode any time soon if she won’t finally do it but to your luck she was just as horny, needing you just as much.

„Ugh..good girl…“ She hissed, sliding inside of you with a low moan as she threw her head back, the warm feeling of your walls wrapped around her just felt too good and she didn’t even started yet.

Jinx knew she had you under control and it was such a turn on to her. Seeing your flushed cheeks, your moans, your sweaty body. Everything was just perfect.

She began to thrust her hips, sliding her cock in and out of you, feeling her body shiver with every stroke. „Damn…so good…“ She mumbled under her heavy breathing, holding your hips to keep you in place as she fucked you, the view of your tits bouncing with every thrust, so hot to her.

You felt so sensitive already because she teased you so much before that you couldn’t hold it for long, your walls already clenching around her. Making you cum so fast only made her more confident, feeling your legs shake as you squirmed a little but she made sure to still keep you in place. „Cumming so fast for me? Aww…you’re such a cutie but I am not done with you yet. You get all of me tonight.“ She hummed, using her thumb to rub your clit, sending electric shocks of pleasure through your body, making you whine and arch your back.

„J-Jing I can’t-…“ You got cut off by your own moaning, Jinx having a evil grin on her face, she enjoyed every second of having you under her, a whining mess.

„You can. I know it.“ She only said before thrusting again, literally ramming her cock inside you, having no mercy at this point. She wanted to make sure you will never forget this night, your moans getting louder and messier. Jinx used one hand to grab your face, squishing your cheeks as she made you look at her, her lustful gaze driving you crazy, not speaking of her moans, god they were so delicate.

„Only I can fuck you so good like this, only me no one else. You are mine, mine to fuck, to kiss and to love. I know you love it..ah…say it baby, say I am the only one.“ She grunted, looking directly into your eyes and you whined, biting your lip as you answered in between your moaning. „O-Only you Jinx, only ah-…hah…only you can f-fuck me so good!“

She felt satisfied by your words, letting go of your face and placed it back to your hip, keeping on thrusting into you like her life depended on it, her cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again and when she got to your clit again, rubbing it to drive you over the edge again, you arched your back and rolled your eyes back as you moaned out loudly, body shaking as you squirted on her cock, making a mess on the sheets with every thrust she made. „Gosh…baby you‘re so fucking hot! I am gonna-…“ This time Jinx‘s words got cut off by her own moaning, cock twitching inside of you as she came, releasing her cum inside you. Actually she wanted to hold on for longer but when you started squirting on her she lost it completely.

She gave you a few more deep but slower thrusts until she crashed down on top of you, panting heavily, you both being totally out of breath.

When she calmed down a little, Jinx placed a few soft kisses on your lips, whispering softly. „Mine…only mine…“

[atrwriting]

I cannot shake the thought of Logan (any era) just being infatuated with a bimbo reader! Wearing pink or light colors all the time. Short and cute little outfits that definitely get him riled up even when they don’t mean to. Basically just Logan fucking them dumb like the little bimbo they are🤭 (SORRY NOT SORRY)

anon ur onto something with this one hunni 🤌🤌

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pretty in pink:

everyone thought that logan would only like people like a school teacher or jean — but that wasn’t always the case, no. logan’s real type? the type of girl that pushed every bad thought, memory, or nightmare from his brain? the type of girl that forced logan to remember that there were some good parts of lie? the type of girl that reminded him what it was like to be a fucking man?

a fucking angel of a woman.

oh, god — you were something. you were it for him. you had the type of innocent, doe-eyed expression that caused him to choke for a second — get the hiccups for the first time in decades. you looked soft — so soft, almost too soft for him.

he’d come to your bakery every now and then — not wanting to draw too much attention. you only wore light and bright colors, the kind that he never reached for when he had a choice. you were like bubble gum to him — sweet and light, ready for him and only him.

he didn’t want to be weird, no — he couldn’t. what if he lost you? his never ending days were growing longer, and longer and he needed something to hold onto — even if it was just a cup of black coffee and a muffin two (and if he was greedy) or three times a week.

“can’t i interest you in something else, sir?” you giggled, pausing while you rung his order. “you’re the consistent type, don’t want to fix somethin’ that ain’ broke — but i bet i could find you something you like.”

he let his lips give the faintest smile, but inside he was fucking screaming. the slight southern twang in your voice was enough for him to want to fork over his entire wallet to you. you had your pretty pastel scarves wrapped around his ankles and wrists and, ugh — would he give anything to bite into like the peach you were.

“i trust you, darlin — whatever you think i’ll like,” he rasped, trying to keep his cool.

when he saw your eyes sparkle, and a natural blush mix with the kind you brushed on — he knew he had you. even if it wasn’t as needy as the thing inside him — oh, he knew he had you.

he started coming around more and more after that — sometimes at night, right before close. hoping for the chance to take you out after. he noticed everything about you after the day he called you “darlin’” — the way your eyes raked up and down him when you first noticed him, the way your hips would sway a little bit extra in those tiny flowy skirts, and the new shade of light pink that was always on those perfect, supple lips.

oh, fuck — he was down bad for you. so bad.

it wouldn’t be for another month or two when the soft skin of your palm slipped between his fingers and pulled him into your office, under the guise of wanting to “show him around.” he could’ve tutted at the pick up line — but he didn’t care. how could he when you plopped yourself on top of your desk, and spread your knees ever so slightly?

you couldn’t help but stare as you watched the big, bad logan walk toward you with his hands in his pockets. there was a hunger in his eyes, one for more than just sweet treats. you giggled at the sight and folded your bottom lip into your mouth — tasting the subtle hint of strawberry that you hoped logan liked.

“been feeding me the best for months now, doll — you’re gonna let me thank you?”

his hands ran up and down the soft skin of your thighs, wanting oh so badly to travel underneath the thin and short skirt. you could feel the want from him, the need — because you knew it was the same as yours.

there was no time wasted when you slipped off those pretty pink panties and sling-shotted them at him. his eyes darkened when he caught them, stuffing them into his back pocket. he captured your lips in a kiss that made you arch your back into him — clinging to him for support. he couldn’t help but grab onto your perfect hips and roll them against his as the juices from your pussy leaked onto the rough denim of his jeans. you whined into his ear at the feeling, keening into his touch.

“that’s it, doll,” he spoke, thrusting two fingers past your folds. “i’ll take care of ya.”

he pushed your foreheads together, and your eyes drifted closed as your mouth hung open. he watched with an intense gaze at how those petal pink lips fell open for him — just for him. he kissed you hard, drinking in every whimper that was just for him.

he would’ve thrown your body down onto the desk and fucked you well into the night — but you wouldn’t let him, no. you were his good girl, and you wanted to please him oh so bad. you made him sit you both down on your desk chair, you bouncing on top of of his iron thighs. he made you take everything off then — your bra, panties, the world — except for those pretty pink socks and head band. your curls bounced on your shoulders, curling around the peaks of your nipples — and logan pawed at them hungrily.

your mind was frosting at this point — soft, creamy, ready to mold however he wanted you. you felt his hands roam up and down the soft skin of your abdomen, stopping to pinch at your breasts as they bounced for him, and just for him.

“that’s it, doll,” he grunted. “show me you can make a mess for me, yeah? be my good girl — that’s right —“

oh, you were — you so were. the smell and taste of him drove you mad — wanting nothing more than to have him stuff you full of his cum and have you both watch it leak out.

“please, lo —“ you whined, your back arching more as you caught the sweetest angle. “‘m so close for you —“

“fuck, that’s my girl —“ he wrapped his arms around you then, thrusting up inside your pussy. “too much for you, baby, huh? couldn’t take it?”

it sent you over the edge — causing you to fall forward and catch yourself with your hands on his shoulders. you rolled down onto his cock as the walls of your pussy tightened, tightened, and tightened. little gasps left your lips, but logan only heard them as cries — cries for him.

“yeah —“ his voice was gruff now, long and drawn out. primal even, only wanting to encourage you to let go. his hands were pulling at the flesh of your ass now, slapping at the sensitive girl. “keep cumming for me, doll. show me you can make a mess.”

“fucking god, lo —“ there were tears at your eyes now, mixing with the black of your mascara.

the sight before logan? his pretty in pink doll that liked to cook for him, crying for him because she felt so good? nothing better in the world. absolutely nothing. his balls tightened at the sight, forcing his hips up into your pussy. his lips wrapped around the tip of your nipple — sucking on it greedily as you rode out your orgasm, shivering against him. he came with another thrust, holding you down onto his cock.

“there’s my pretty girl,” he whispered, voice cracking as a bliss formed in his eyes. “so, so good for me.”

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eeee sorry if it sucks love u <3333 -L

[additiva]

can u rec some lestappen fanfics pleaseee i feel like i’ve read everything and ur an amazing writer so i trust ur taste (even ones you haven’t read and want to read will do) tyy

Ooh I love this. Also that's so lovely thank you 🤍❤️

Lestappen Fic Rec List

Below the cut.

Ok not an exhaustive list, but here are the ones I remember LOVING.

Some are well known, some less so.

I can't rec any I haven't read yet sorry I'm super picky about the writing style, which you don't know until you get into the fic.

I've tagged some authors, some I couldn't remember their Tumblr names even though I follow them. I'll try to remember to tag them later, but also feel free to do so, if you know them.

Please leave kudos and comment on these fic if you check them out 🤍

I'll try to remember to update the list in future if I can.

Every Other Sunday by Anney

Obviously

Home (is wherever I'm with you) by actparci

Charles leaves Ferrari. There's a million of these, and this is my favourite.

Grapefruit Mignonette by slapshots

Restaurant au. The best of the trope in my opinion though the others are also good.

Set My Midnight Sorrow Free by PrincessElectra

-LOVE this series. Ugh. NOT an au.

Violent delights by grandprix

-ABO. Adore this series esp the second one.

Straight Lines by @alphatinies

Yes. Can't describe just read.

Blood Soaked Gown by sixteenthirtythree

ABO. Friends w benefits. Max is retiring and wants Charles to take his Red Bull seat. Adore it.

Canine teeth in the side of my neck by mintchocolatechip97

Silly! Biting. Don't look directly at me.

If I had words by @formula-fun

ABO. Charles has a miscarriage. Don't let the pregnancy themes scare you, it's perfect. The dynamics are 🫠 I adore this Max 😖

Called to the devil and the devil said hey by @creabirds

Yes. Sticks in my brain like glue.

A life in your shape by weiwuxian

- Max is Batman. This bit, I'll never forget:

But it was what made it fun — being taunted and kissed in the same breath. To fight and fuck and feel worshiped the whole time.

Top of the world (looking down on creation) by eaurouge-sangnoir

Sex worker Charles, virgin Max. 😖

Breathe You In (Like a Vapour) by @fabbyf1

🌶️🌶️❤️❤️

I'll Be Right Beside You by @fabbyf1

Max has amnesia. Charles is perfect.

Curious by LaurawritingF1

Charles is bicurious. Max is happy to help.

Heart Out series by @drivestraight

Girl!Max. Charles is bad at sex, but for some reason Max keeps doing it with him. Underrated. One of my fave series ever. Charles is a simp. He cannot handle Max, but he tries anyway, and I LOVE him.

Panem et circenses by Anney

SO underrated wow. Dystopian future of F1 fic, and like. Wow. Perfect. Wow.

Dirtbag, baby by mondaycore

All of their lestappen. Again, don't look directly at me. Look at the fic instead.

The Skirt by Anonymous

Silly! And short. But I love it.

Says he's going to teach me what fast is by @foggystars

Their lestappen are great but actually this Charlos one is my fave 🤌

And these are not Lestappen. They're Maxiel primarily, which I don't seek out in my life but they're SO perfect it makes me sick. I think anyone would enjoy them. The writing is just perfect.

To the Victor Belong The Spoils by @powerful-owl

Hunger Games AU. Wow the writing. The characterisations. Wow. It's all perfect. Wow. Please read it. You'll love it.

Steal the air out of my lungs by nahco3

Resident doctor au. Both accurate and compelling. Max is so dear to me. And Lewis. Love of my life, ugh.

Leave this blue neighbourhood series by tiredtiredsharl

This whole series I must've read 20 times. Multi-ship, though not Lestappen. Found family. It heals me with every word, it's just 😖😖❤️❤️.

Okay that's it for now. Lmk what you think.

[salfishersface]

Hello! I love your writing. I'm obsessed!! Chefs kiss 🤌❤️Would it be okay to request a Sal Fisher x Reader lemon where he is low key sadistic? (Degrading, punishment, etc). If not, I understand completely!

I hope you have a wonderful day/night 💙

Sadistic || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - Sal can be a little sadistic in the bedroom, but only for you.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Notes - Thank you so much! I hope this is something along the lines of what you were looking for!!

Word Count - 0.7k.

{Caffeinate Me}

“You like that? Hmm?” Sal asked as he fucked into you harshly. He wasn’t exactly being the caring, gentle boyfriend you knew him to be right now, but you liked it. A sharp smack against your arse wrecked a sharp cry from your lips. “Answer me you whore!” 

“Yes!” You cried loudly, hands bunching up in the sheets below you. 

“Such a good fucking slut for me,” Sal growled as he slapped your arse again. He was taking you from behind right now, one hand gripping tightly onto your hip that there would no doubt be a bruise later and the other one at his side, occasionally spanking you. Without warning, his hand flew to your hair, grabbing at it and yanking your head back harshly. 

“Sal!” You whimpered, gritting your teeth in pain. 

“What?” He snapped. 

“‘T hurts!”

“Good.” His words brought tears to your eyes, but they were tears of pleasure. Sal pushed your face into the pillow in front of you and you let out a loud scream as his pace sped up to something brutal. Both hands were now grasping your hips desperately like you might try to run away if he let go of you. “Not being mouthy are you now, slut?” You shook your head, but this wasn’t satisfactory. “Say something!” He barked at you.  

“No,” you whimpered. 

“You know what happens to girls that are mouthy?” He bent down to whisper into your ear. “They get punished.” 

“I’ve been good!” You tried to sound confident, but your voice wavered as Sal just laughed at you. 

“No you haven’t, baby,” he cooed, biting your lobe harshly. You felt his scarred lips skim over the tip of your ear before he pulled away and continued his movements, deep and painful inside of you. “You’re never a good girl for me. Always talking back and teasing me, well, this is what you get for being such a bad girl.” You wanted to argue with him. Wanted to tell him that you didn’t do that at all, but then again, that would be doing exactly that. Instead you just lay there, face buried into the pillow with your arse in the air, whimpering and crying as Sal pounded into you relentlessly. “You’re such a good fuck toy,” he groaned, head lolling back as he slowed down his movements before pulling out of you completely. 

“Sal?” You asked, bringing your head up to turn around and look at him. 

“Face down bitch,” he snapped, his hand flying to your hair to rectify your mistake. You whimpered sinfully as Sal inserted two fingers easily inside of your cunt, pumping away at you until you were spraying over the sheets. “There we go. Good fucking girl,” he whispered sweetly, fingers still moving inside of you. 

“Sally please, it’s too much!” You squirmed slightly as Sal continued to move his fingers inside of you, overstimulating your poor, puffy pussy. 

“That’s the punishment baby girl,” he smirked. It was too much that you were beginning to feel lightheaded from the sheer amount of pleasure that you were feeling. “Cum for me again and we’ll see about me feeling up your filthy cunt.” 

“I can’t!” You cried out again, hips jerking. 

“Cum for me slut,” he growled, retracting his fingers before slamming his cock back into you again. The scream that left your lips was erotic, eyes rolling back into your head as you felt yourself cumming for the second time, shamelessly creaming over Sal’s cock. “Fuck yes,” Sal almost whimpered, his cock twitching as your cunt contracted and fluttered around him. “I’m gonna fill you up like the whore you are, m’kay?” It was a question, but the only correct answer was ‘yes please’. You just nodded your head desperately as Sal continued his rapid movements, cock twitching once again as you milked him for all he was worth. Hot, thick ropes of white liquid shot out of his slit and deep inside of you while he moaned your name pathetically, sadistic demeanour slipping as his orgasm rippled through him. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he cursed, hips twitching. 

“Sally,” you whimpered, your entire body shaking from overstimulation. 

When he had finished cumming, he pressed wet kisses to your back as he slipped out of your abused cunt. “You did so well for me baby girl. I’m sorry if I was a bit too much.”

You finally lifted your head off the pillow and smiled weakly at him before shaking your head. “It was perfect.” 

“I love you,” he smiled, pecking your lips softly. 

“I love you too.”

[reveluving]

Hii!

I was just thinking Price with a wife who is insecure about her body because of things like stretch marks or chub finally working up the courage to do something like lingerie or naughty photos as a surprise for him ;D

Hi!! OMG. SWEATING. As someone who has stretch marks and a little 'cushion' here and there, plus is also a big fan of this trope(?), this thot is CALLING me! 😩🤌🏻

Includes: soft dom!price, unprotected sex (p in v), finger-sucking, size difference, petnames ('pretty girl', 'sweetheart'), mentions of lap dance/strip tease

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

No matter which lingerie suits your fancy, just know it will give your husband a heart attack. 

Why wouldn’t it? He already loves you for who you are—you can do the most mundane things and he’ll stare. A lot. You could be wearing anything, even if you think it doesn’t suit you, and he’d have to fight the urge to just have you for himself, be it at home or in public.

So, you want to thank your husband for being the hunky sweetheart that he is. 

He wouldn’t be home until a few hours, giving you enough time to execute your plan.

Hiding the lingerie you bought days prior is one thing, posing for the camera is another. The thought of having your ass up, face down or the strap of your bra or babydoll fall off your shoulders in front of the lens just causes your body to heat up immensely, even if it's just you. Possibly because it’s your first time taking photos of yourself in such a deliciously scandalous manner, but it also could’ve been due to the fact that you know exactly how John is going to react to them.

Especially since you’re planning to gift these polaroids for when he needs to leave for work—with no way to have you with him except for these priceless photos, specifically made for his eyes and use only.

But three polaroids aren’t enough for him to survive the field without you. 

Because as soon as he comes home to find these photos on the table, placed under his hat for his next deployment in the near future, expect to hear heavy footsteps approaching the bedroom, where you’re likely waiting for him—being struck dumb to find you sitting prettily on the bed in your new piece. 

His eyes are blown out, and you can’t help but gulp when he closes the door behind him too calmly before walking over to you. The way he stalks over to you ever so slowly prompts you to crawl back. Not because you’re scared, but you had to admit, your heart’s beating wildly, even more so when he begins taking off his clothes without uttering a word.

Your nails dig into the sheets when you have nowhere to go, feeling the headboard against your back as he traps you from the front—resembling a predator hunting its prey. 

“John…” You mutter, letting out a shaky sigh as he slides his hand up your leg, biting his lip at the sight; the stockings/garter belt squeezing the plush of your thighs just enough to drive him wild. He doesn’t even give you a second to utter his name once again when he yanks you forward, with John on his knees as he holds you to sit on his thighs, forcing you to look down at him.

“S’a really nice piece, sweetheart,” He purrs, his voice telling you that he’s holding himself back from just fucking you. He licks on the deep cleavage, the small, thin material leaving little to his imagination as it barely covers your tits, all while maintaining eye contact as a guttural groan leaves his lips. One of his hands moves to your front, playing with the hem of your stocking/garter belt, pulling it back before releasing it. His lips part in delight, almost mirroring the way you gasp as the tight material slaps against you with a light smack, “Is this all f’me?”

You nodded with the tiniest whine, holding onto him like he was your lifeline. 

Ignoring the dampness of your panties was useless since you knew he could feel it against his thigh. His stare becomes too much for you, and you can’t do anything else other than rest your forehead against his, feeling his warm breath against you just as he feels yours and begging him to have you. 

And how can he say no to you?

Especially since you’ve been a good girl at posing for him as he takes countless photos of you on the polaroids—from the more ‘innocent ones’ like having you drool on his fingers (“Suck on them real good. That’s it, my pretty girl”) to the lewder displays, where he has you on your side, taking you from behind before taking a picture or two your pussy tightly gripping and leaking around the base of his cock.

Now he knows he won’t be alone in his next deployment.

Bonus: Him asking you for a lap dance or a strip tease for him as he sits all smug at the edge of the bed or the bedroom chair. He does this thing where he throws his head back and bucks his hips when you rub yourself against him. Yes.

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[winpocalypse]

ugh endverse!dean/sam + praise kink is a mind blowing combo really. older, feral dean with his rough john-like voice would be sammy’s secret dad kink awakening 🤌

alright alright! here's a little ficlet

“Good job, Sammy.”

The first time he ever heard that, Sam was probably around ten. It made such an impression on him, he doesn’t know if it was the bizarre circumstances (target training lunch break, right after school), the soft and proud manner his dad spoke (it was usually all hoarse and blank), or if it was maybe the first praise he remembers ever receiving. He spent that summer so laser-focused on getting every target right. 

When Dean, this Dean, first approached him, Sam’s brain jumped to John almost immediately. After the initial shock subsided, he could see why. Older, rougher, unshaven. He has the look of someone who lost a specific something. Someone. The look Sam grew up with.

There’s a special kind of loss that makes you raise your kids in rundown motels, or shoot someone’s head cold and without warning. All those years ago, he wasn’t able to understand that, for their dad. But here, now? Not only can he understand, he can also right some wrongs, if Dean can just keep reassuring him so. 

“That’s it, that’s it.” The brush of his whisper reaches Sam’s nape and his knees tremble so much with it, Dean slides his arm under him for support. “You know I’m here to take care of you.”

We’re better off apart.

You walked away, Sam. You walked away.

Sam claws his fingers on the bedspread, the one Dean, this Dean, got it just for him. Just for them. Clean and almost new. Sam tries suffocating his moans in it, as his body opens up, slow and steady.

“You’re doing really good, Sam.” Dean sounds as desperate as Sam feels and he basks in it. “You feel— God, you feel incredible.” 

Sam can feel that, the way he’s so full it feels like he can burst at any second. “Da— Dean…”

Dean moves his hips, too much too soon, and Sam grabs at the bare wrist resting beside his head, biting his lips shut.

“There, Sammy,” Dean whispers against his cheek, the most satisfied tone to his low voice. “You can take it.”

Of course he can take this. Even with the unfamiliar stretch, even with his cries, he can take it. 

Sam could always take a beating like no other. Both John and Dean know it. 

"Good boy."

[chrisevansleftpeck]

Hi<3

I was just mindlessly daydreaming about Spencer Reid and an idea came up.

So imagine this maybe spencer x bau!reader? , Spencer always has like longish natural nails right? What if derek notices that he has had his nails trimmed for some time and teases him about it. Maybe when he asks spencer, he gets flashbacks with reader of last night? I imagine something along the lines of “So my boy’s been getting laid all this time”? I feel like it would be timed in the end of 1 series. And like little bit spice🤌 and his long scrawny fingers.

I think that this is it. This is an idea for a request, I think you’ll like it.

I hope that both sides of your pillow are always cold<3 have a good day

NO CUZ THIS REQUEST MADE ME FEEL SO GOOD I LOVE SPENCERS NAILS i personally was a big fan on the long nails but I can see how they would be uncomfy

Derek poured creamer into his cup of coffee as he watched Spencer pour his second cup of the morning. Usually, Derek got on Spencer for the dubious amounts of sugar he "needed" in his coffee, but today he noticed something else.

"Hey kid, what's with the nails?" Derek asked, raising his eyebrows at Spencer's shortened fingernails wrapped around a BAU mug. They weren't bitten or messy like Prentiss's, but carefully cut and pampered.

Spencer's face immediately pinkened, trying not to glance back at you, sitting at your desk in a skirt and blouse. It was hard not to think about the night before: toying with the edge of your skirt, pushing your panties aside to dip a finger into your heat before you protested the harshness of Spencer's long nails.

"Maybe- if you could- trim your nails really quick? They're just kind of pokey." You whispered nervously, fiddling with the tie around your boyfriend's neck.

Spencer's lips formed an understanding "Oh" as he looked down at his long nails. He'd always kept them clean, but never considered how the length might be an issue.

"Not that I don't like them-" You reassured as a frown formed on Spencer's face.

"No, no, no. It's fine, it's fine, I understand. That makes sen-" Spencer waved his hands around and you could tell he was about to start on a shy, apologetic ramble.

"I just think it'd feel better." You finished your previous sentence in a seductive whisper. Spencer's eyes glew up.

"Anything to make you feel better, yeah." Spencer spoke the words barely above a hush and reached for the nail clippers on his bedside table.

The rest of the night was the most enjoyable he'd ever seen you. You craved his fingers more than anything now and couldn't help but watch the veins in them work as you viewed Spencer gripping the coffee mug.

"Kid?" Spencer shook out of it, blushing immensely as he realized how far off he'd just been. "Damn," Morgan looked back at you and chuckled. "She's got you whipped."

Spencer cheekily shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about." Spencer said with a wide smile before walking away.

"Sure. You know, first it's the nails. Then they try to control your facial hair and your clothes and your head." Morgan yelled across the room, you biting your tongue to not burst out laughing at Spencer's public embarrassment.

Morgan was very right though. Your next agenda would most definitely be adding a little stubble to that baby face.

I HOPE I FUFILLED YOUR ASK

THANKS FOR THE ASK MWAH HAVE A GREAT DAY <3

[planet-dusk]

Hard thought about pervy bff Han. I was rereading raspberry sour and the concept is just so 😚🤌

So you're snuggled up with him in bed for movie night, but fall asleep & spend the night like many times before. You're wearing a cute halter & skirt because you hadn't planned come clothes ahead to sleep over. He turns the volume down on the movie, but he can still make out your cute form in the soft glow from the TV. You're splayed out comically, totally derpy but knowing you're in a safe place. He gets distracted by your open legs. He caresses your soft thighs and slides your skirt up to get a closer look at what panties you chose today. He's grown quite bold on your movie nights, taking the chance to squeeze your tits once he knows you're out. On nights when you wear his clothes to sleep he slides his hand underneath his own T-shirt to give your little nubs the attention they've been begging for, poking out and staring at him loose and free from your bra. He keeps it a little chilly when you're over, silently hoping you'll stay and he can touch you again. You wiggle and moan, but don't wake up then so why would you now? He settles down close enough to see your black thong and physically can't restrain himself from giving your pussy a kiss right through the little fabric. He goes to pull back, but the your expected wiggle and moan pushes your thighs right up against either side of his head. He's trapped for a second and moves forward so that his movements don't jostle you too much, but it forces his nose to press harder on your clit. Your thighs tense again, but then relax at the nice sensation. He nuzzles you again, and again. Once he starts to feel how sticky you are he pulls the tiny triangle of fabric out of the way and eagerly laps up the evidence. Your mouth falls open and your brow furrows in pleasure, but he doesn't let up. He slides his boxers down just enough to grab his dick and take the edge off, but alternating between sucking your clit and tonguing your folds voraciously brings both of obvious pleasure. You quiver around his tongue with a sigh and flood his mouth for the final time. He cleans you as thoroughly as he can, squeezing himself and leaking on the sheets in ecstasy at your sweet taste and feeling like the best bff in the world for taking such good care of you in his bed. But his heart is racing, he looks up to that sleepy O face that started as just parted lips and suddenly he has to cum, and his strokes never falter because it's happening right now. He scoots up just in time to aim for your tongue. Not a single drop spilling down your pretty face. He closes his eyes and bites his lip, refusing to make a sound as his creamy spurts fill your mouth. His eyes snap open when he feels the tiniest bit of pressure thinking you've reflexively closed your lips at the sensation in your sleep, but no. You're staring up at him with your lips around his sensitive head. You squint in bleary-eyed awareness of what's happening before swallowing the salty surprise in your mouth. With eyes locked in with yours, he holds his breath for the fallout. You have absolutely no idea what to say in this situation, so instead you snake your tongue chasing the flavor and licking the still perfectly positioned head of his cock as you think of what you do next.

gahh i need desperate pervy bff sungie so so bad <33 you'd tease him for being so needy, sinking down on his overstimulated cock and forcing orgasm after orgasm out of his spent body as punishment for his impatience. spit and tears stain his face while you mock him for being such a dirty, pathetic boy. if he wanted your cunt so badly he'll get it; but you won't stop until you're satisfied.

[allastoredeer]

When writers/artists draw Lucifer carrying Alastor I lose all sense of reason It's beautiful and hilarious bc I wish their was a moment where Alastor short-circuits, comes back to reality and tries to struggle but Luci is STRONK and not taking his BS

Another fun one is where Lucifer sneaks into Al's coat (I am intrigued by this one I WANT A FANFIC OF IT-) that idea broke my brain because the POTENTIAL

Like Lucifer sneaking around as tiny animals asdfghjkl

I am so weak to Lucifer carrying Alastor around with ease. I have a headcanon that whenever Alastor is scooped up, by anyone, they've got about 5-10 seconds of him being too stunned to do anything before he starts biting. He just O.O because suddenly his feet are off the floor where once they were on the floor, and his brain is working to connect the dots.

Lucifer sneaking around as tiny animals is the best. One of my favorites is of him curled around Alastor's shoulders and neck as a snake. There's just something so 🤌 about it.

[ziezii]

Do you have any spicy Zutara headcanons?

i, think i do wait lemme think 🤔

bloodbending. hell the fuck yeah (it probably starts with katara noticing zuko has been working away for way too long that she pulls him to their bedroom & 'secures' his wrists & legs while she pleasures him)

them having sex in their respective alter-egos everyone? i like the idea of them being complete strangers in this one or them meeting each other accidentally

start praise talking zuko & he'll turn into a puddle

i feel like katara would enjoy teasing (picture this, mirror sex with zuko almost demanding her to not close her eyes and make sure she sees every second of this, that's probably the 'meanest' he'll be)

katara pinning that dude on a wall/surface and iced his hands & telling him if he ever freed himself she would walk away, chef's kiss

if we're talking domtara, i can see zuko trying & even putting his all to being her good boy

if we're taking domko, im sorry but im a pleasure dom zuko enthusiast okay i can't see him be mean to her (and vice versa)

they makeout a lot during their short breaks (a quickie or two as well i mean what-)

they love a good slow morning sex bcs they know they won't see each other for a couple of hours

(sensual) scar kissing as well we chant in unison!!

zuko worshipping her body, oh lord 😮‍💨 (it's either after a hard day of dealing with counselors or when katara feels insecure about her body after giving birth to their kids, he will let her know that he still lovers her all the same!!)

also dad bod zuko... katara would bite his arm occasionally when they do it (or she squeezes it, hehe)

if they're feeling extra spicy, they'll do it on the fire lord's throne 😋

they are highkey so touchy with each other that their kids have sometimes walked in on them (it was traumatizing, for both parties)

she would latch on that man hard until it leaves scratches on his back (he goes shirtless the entire morning before going to dress himself)

body massages as a form of aftercare 🤌🏻

[hongcherry]

Saw this and I could NOT pass this up🤌🏼, writing toooo good to not send in a request still haven't got over the Christmas gift fic you wrote me with YunGi🤪

So can I get this based around Woozi please😔🙏🏼, the lack of Woozi fics is CRIMINAL! With the dialogue being #2, emotion I, and the setting the alleyway being a dive bar.

I will take anythingggggg, angsty, happy, sad, truly ANYTHING. I’m thirsty for any Woozi crumbs I can get😔😔 please and thank you bestie😚😚xoxo

omg DDD: LOOK AT YOU BEING ACTIVE AGAIN 💖 hello hello bae! AND DON'T BE NICE TO ME. IDK HOW TO ACT *throws hearts aggressively* but tysm for supporting me huhuhuhuuh 😫 and ty for sending in a request! i hope u like it, my cheese lover 3000 🧀

Pairing: musician!Jihoon/Woozi x Reader G/AUs: Angst, friends to lovers, non-idol au TWs: None but ofc lmk <3 WC: 1.2k A/N: Barely proofread so no judgment plzzzzz ;c

Prompt: “what they said back there. is it true?” + confusion + an alleyway behind a dive bar

Build a fic! ✨

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The winter air bites into you as soon as you push past the dive bar’s door. The chilliness makes you want to take a U-turn back into the building, but you know the heat from indoors won’t help. Not when your source of warmth still sits inside.

People mill about the sidewalks, some dressed casually and others dolled up. No one gives you a second glance as they walk by. It makes it easy to slip into the alleyway unnoticed—hoping for some privacy as you gather your thoughts.

He’s leaving.

In one week, Jihoon will be across the country, chasing his dreams that don’t include you.

There’s a gallon of guilt sloshing in your chest from not being over the moon for his opportunity. However, it doesn’t compare to the sea you’re treading in from knowing this is it for you both.

You won’t get the chance to love and be loved by him.

Not in the way you want.

You slump against the brick wall, arms wrapped around yourself to fight the cold.

You know there are still opportunities to keep in contact, but it won’t be the same. You won’t be able to feel his arms around you or his lips on yours. Maybe if traveling wasn’t so expensive, you could find the silver lining.

“Hey.”

The familiar voice makes your head snap up; your hold on your jacket tightens in surprise.

Jihoon stands at the entrance of the alleyway with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He looks hesitant.

Emotions try to clog your throat, but you force them down so you can speak.

“What they said back there. Is it true?” you ask, voice strained.

Jihoon glances to the side briefly while he answers, “Yes.”

He slowly makes his way closer. Each step brings forth an equal weight of pain and happiness. Being around Jihoon used to bring a smile to your face instantly, but now, your heart just aches.

“You didn’t tell me,” you state.

“I did,” he answers slowly. He stops a few feet away, hands still in his pockets.

“You said you’d be gone for two weeks, not two years,” you scoff.

He exhales a deep breath. You watch it swirl in the air from the cold weather instead of seeing the mix of excitement and guilt on his face.

“It was only going to be two weeks, but they really like my works and wanted me to sign a contract,” he explains.

You turn away when you see your vision blurring. Staring at him reminds you of what you’re about to lose.

“I was going to tell you in private tonight,” he adds.

“What else were you going to tell me?” You force the question out.

“What do you mean?”

You glance at him finally. He’s standing an arm’s length away now.

“Were you going to tell me I meant nothing to you? That you’re sorry for leaving me, but I should be happy about it?”

“Fuck, Yn, you have no idea how hard this decision was for me,” he sighs out, slight frustration laced in his words.

“Enlighten me, Jihoon, because right now, it feels like you knew there was never going to be an ‘us’.”

He winces at your words, hands digging deeper in his pockets like he’s trying to find the right words to make you feel better. You already know he’ll come up empty.

“That’s not true,” he says belatedly.

“No? How long did you know about this new contract of yours? How long were you waiting to tell me ‘privately’? A week? Two?” you ask, voice raising in anger.

The more you talk, the more conflicted he looks. You know you’re not making this easy on him, but the devil on your shoulder wants him to feel the heartache you’re feeling.

“Do you not remember how two weeks ago we were on your couch and I told you I love you? I love you, Jihoon, and you’re just going to lea—”

Jihoon kisses you hard.

He holds your face in his hands, grip tight enough to keep you steady but not enough to hurt. Your heart hammers in your chest.

He puts all the emotions and messages he can’t convey into the kiss. It’s so overwhelming that you want to pull away, but you persist because it means you can have him a little longer.

The second you feel him begin to pull away, your hands reach up to grip his wrists.

He stares down, so you can’t see his face.

“I’d ask for you to wait for me, but that’s not fair,” he says. You can hear the sorrow in his voice. Although you wanted him to feel it too, you also can’t help but hurt more knowing he’s not happy. “Maybe once I get a few paychecks I can fly you out. Maybe… Maybe if you still love me when I come back, we can make it work.”

“Why can’t we make it work now?” You nearly plead.

He sighs and shakes his head. His hair tickles your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

You will your knees not to give out in realization. There’s no changing his mind.

Your hands on his wrists ease.

Jihoon looks up, eyes filled with desperation for you not to go.

“Let’s head back inside. You’re cold,” he murmurs, hands slipping from your face to hold your hands.

Before you can try to protest, he’s leading you back inside toward your friends.

Your body instantly feels grateful for the warmer temperature, but what’s really heating your body is Jihoon’s hand in yours.

His comforting touch spreads from your joint hands and spreads throughout your body. It’s a feeling you want to shove away, but you force yourself to not. You only have a few days left of his presence, and you should enjoy it.

Jihoon’s not a fan of PDA, but tonight he pushes his own boundaries. He drapes an arm around your shoulders, hand lazily gliding up and down your arm as he interacts with your friends.

You can’t help but lean into his firm body, allowing yourself these few hours to pretend everything’s okay.

It’s self-torture to have his notifications on. It’s been almost four months since he’s left and all you can do is check his socials. He’s not too active so when he is, you cherish it.

Although you’ve tried to keep in contact, hectic schedules and time zones make it difficult. You wonder if he still thinks of you as much as you think of him.

Then as if to answer your question, your phone dings.

woozi_universefactory made a new post. Check it out!

His first official song, “Loved You First,” has been released.

While tears stain your cheeks as you listen, another ding emits from your phone.

Jihoon: 🖤

You chuckle at the simple message, wiping away your tears as your heart replaces forlorn with hope. 

He said he wouldn’t ask you to wait for him, but you should fight for what you want—for who you want. 

You push down the doubt and channel the hope you felt while listening to his song. Nothing will stop you from trying to make this work.

Not the distance, the time zones, or the schedules.

After all, who said love is easy?

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[ssentimentals]

I hope your day was okay so far 🤌

I’ve got an ideaaaa

what abouuuut seungkwan with faouzia’s- fur elise ?

👀

hi, babe! my day started reaaally nice and i hope yours did too, thank you for requesting! 💜

song: fur elise by faouzia 'lie to me and say you'll never leave' (boo seungkwan)

this is for 1.4k followers event - send me a seventeen/formula 1 driver name and any song of your choice and i'll write an imagine on one of the lyrics!

it's not that hard to pretend you're sound asleep. your chest rises along with seungkwan's, mimicking his breathing and when he shifts, you try to continue the same rhythm, making it look like you're still sleeping. seungkwan's arm around your waist tightens momentarily and for a second - just a tiny split of a second - you let yourself believe that maybe this time he's going to stay. maybe this time he will realize that what he's searching for in this world is right here in his arms. maybe this time he will take mercy on you and stop pretending like he doesn't know that all of this stopped being casual for you long time ago.

'are you awake, dear?' seungkwan asks in a hushed whisper, lips ghosting on your shoulder.

you manage not to make a sound. seungkwan waits for few seconds and then slowly starts moving. all of it honestly feels like a slow painful death: how he extracts his arm, how he spins to the other side, how he carefully sits up and then stands up. you can hear slight shuffling, tell-tale sign of him searching for his clothes in the darkness. fabric of his jeans rustles and you swallow hard, trying to keep yourself from crying.

'i know you're wide awake.' seungkwan's voice makes you shudder. 'you're literally not breathing. why are you holding your breath?'

so i won't scream. your eyes open and your vision is blurry with tears. slowly, you sit up and seungkwan turns on the lights. 'leaving already?' you ask in a shaky voice.

seungkwan sighs. there's resignation in his eyes like he knew this was about to happen sooner or later. before he speaking he first finishes getting into his jeans and your heart falls down - he's not staying, then. 'yes, you know i can't stay,' he whispers, trying not to look at your face to not see your tears. 'we talked about this.'

and you did and you knew what you were agreeing to but - 'can't you just lie to me and say you'll never leave?' you ask, trembling like a leaf. you're biting your lower lip to stop yourself from crying out loud. 'seungkwan-'

'i gotta go.' he cuts off, shaking his head. he finds his t-shirt and quickly puts it on. 'i'm sorry i- i gotta go.'

you're holding your breath till the moment you hear front door closing. then it's all real, he really did leave and you finally let out a piercing cry you've been holding, letting no one but your apartment know how this man just broke your heart.

[muldermuse]

hellooo

what about two sinners having ✨a steamy ✨ moment in the shower OR A BATH??

(also what does she do for work? this question is my newly discovered Roman Empire)

ps I wish I could write like you do 🤌🏼🩵

hi angel!🫶🫶🫶

idk why right but when I first wrote two sinners I had it in my head that reader was a teacher??? Like one of the high school teachers that was way more approachable than others bc she seemed a bit younger and would make you laugh. She’s a hot mess but cares about her job and loves her students

nsfw bath time below the cut for you, my love ❤️

part of the two sinners world

I always think about reader in that outdoor bath that Roy is in in episode 1???? So everyone is away. Roy, his wife and kids have gone out of town briefly and Glenda is on an art retreat. So there’s no one around the house. Gator doesn’t even need to invite reader over, she just turns up with a overnight bag and assumes she can stay. Of course, Gator is secretly delighted but he’d rather die than tell her that. 

They’re on the couch, she’s straddling Gator and licking into his mouth. He’s grabbing her hips and making her grind against him. There’s music playing in the background that Gator awkwardly put on (he wants her to think that he’s cool so fuckin badly) but you can’t even hear it, too lost in feeling Gators lips against yours. As the evening goes on, the kisses are getting longer and harder. Out of nowhere, you jump off Gator and strip down so you’re completely naked. 

“I’m goin’ in your daddy’s tub- Y’know, the one outside?” Before Gator can even open his mouth to object, she’s flinging the door open and heading towards the wooden tub. You sneakily put it on to heat up earlier so steam is billowing into the star lit sky. You throw your hair into a messy bun as you climb in, giggling at the heat of the water against your cold body and the absurdity of being in your local Sheriff’s pool completely naked. 

“Why do you have to fuckin’ ruin tonight huh? Get the fuck out” Gator looks exasperated but the main thing you notice is how hard he is. You move across to the rim of the bath closest to Gator and stand up slightly, crossing your arms to push your wet breasts together. Gators eyes are fixed on your wet body and he’s lost his anger immediately. 

“Your clothes are gonna get all wet when you get in with me, baby” you rest your head against your forearms and bite your lip as you look at him. 

He huffs, “s’a fuckin’ joke” as he starts to kick off his boots and unbutton his cargos; dumping all his clothes on the dusty ground when he’s completely naked. He awkwardly stands there for a moment, cupping his dick as if you haven’t choked on it this afternoon. 

He sinks into the water slowly, sitting himself down and looking at you with nervous eyes. This feels wrong to him, you’ve had sex in the shower before and had sex in public but for some reason, this situation fills him with anxiety. And it makes him so fucking hard. Before he any doubts can creep into his head, he grabs the back of your neck and kisses you hard. You resume the position you had before on the couch but this time, Gator slips his cock into you. He licks into your mouth as you moan on top of him. 

The water is hot and rippling due to the movement underneath. The steam continues to float up into the sky as you ride Gator slowly. He’s looking up at you in awe, his mouth hanging open whilst he watches you on top- every time you move closer into him, he licks and bites at your sensitive nipples. The sudden need to cum hits you and Gator like a freight train, “so- s’fuckin’ good. Y’gonna make me cum, Gator”. Every time he feels you clench on his cock or tell him how good he’s making you feel; his ego doubles in size. He gently bites into your breast and digs his nails into your hips as he cums in you. Feeling him fill you sends you careening over the edge a few seconds after. 

The water feels like it cools around you both, his head is resting against your breasts as he tries to calm his breathing before you both have to dash back to the house. He knows as soon as you get back inside, you’ll grab your clothes and go home. He ignores your small movements and keeps his arms wrapped around your waist- these moments of pure intimacy are rare so he has to ensure he burns them into his memory.

[madschiavelique]

Yandere migue you say 👀👀👀👀do elaborate bc that’s a conversation that needs to be had!!! In the meantime pls accept my thoughts on this man absolutely tearing it up 😩👌🏻

(He would be 100% devoted to you but this man would NOT go easy on you😭, esp if you talk back and display any bratty behavior which gets all the gesrs in his head running bc he lives for that challenge, quite literally has you exhausted and almost passing out by the time he’s brought you to yet another peak. You forgot how many it had been. He started out with his fingers, unforgiving and determined to find all of your weak spots and manipulate them to bring you pleasure. Then he brought his mouth and tongue on you to get you all eased up, pliant and ready to take him (despite being mean and unforgiving he would never intentionally hurt you and he knows how uhhh 😬 challenging it can get taking him without prep so you can bet on it that he spends a generous time down there preparing you). You’re all sweaty, flushed, your entire body aching and buzzing deliciously from the pleasure as he blows another load in you. You’re so oversensitive your vision starts to blur, and the last things you can make out is him laying you down on the sheets, hovering above you as soft words of praise are spoken into the silence of the night. He strokes you all over, paying attention that his rough fingers are extra gentle on the bruises and bites he has left all over your body in the heat of the moment. If you had any energy left in you, you’d squirm away bc you’re so sensitive but all you can do is sigh and sink deeper into the sheets, the combination of his touch and sweet words lulling you into a deep sleep. He wouldn’t stop though, admiring the image of your sleeping form underneath him almost reverently, taking in every small detail about you now that he has you laying underneath him without trying to squirm away from his grip, acting all bratty as you so often liked to. He can’t believe he got so lucky to have you, you’re all his and he vows he’ll always take care of you. Sometimes he speaks out his mind, finding it much easier to be open about his feelings and emotions when you’re asleep. Often it’s just him gently cleaning you up and thinking about how beautiful you look all flushed and sweaty, his spend mixed with your juices leaking out of your puffy and red center. He’s growing hard in no time again, and can’t wait till you’re awake so he can continue where you two left off)

uhhhh yeah so that happened?? In short I need this man to dick me down and put me in my place but also love me so tenderly when I’m not looking 😩🤌🏻

JUST READ THIS WITH MY LITTLE CUP OF TEA IN HAND AND I WAS JUST GASPING ALL THE WAY

so first of all : my sincere reaction

and second of all :

this man handles attitudes intensely, very firmly, and very imply put : if you search him you'll find him, but he will be the one coming for you. he would overstimulate you to the point where you're crying and mutter how you can't give him another orgasm

"weren't you the one asking for it ? hum ? I warned you that I was going to give it to you if you kept acting like that."

the man studied you fully, knowing exactly where to touch, where to lick, and he would make you unable to think properly with just his fingers. he doesn't care if he can't fuck you properly right now, because he wants to make a statement that he's got you wrapped around his fingers (quite literally) and that in any case "do you really think you have a choice ?"

it's only once you're a whimpering mess that can't think straight that he finally fucks you, and you feel like you're split in half by how big he is. no matter how many times he fucks you, you never get used to his width and length, and how good this single feeling is. he hits all the right places within you, sometimes pressing his finger in your navel to make his fingers and his dick connect, and you make such pretty moans when he does that that he does it from time to time. he will undoubtedly grab your face in his hand to properly see your eyes as he fucks you until you're brain dead, his red eyes looking at you in an almost predator way

he will bite you, mark your entire body with his lips and mouth so that you never forget how you're his, and so that everybody knows you belong to him. and after 3 more orgasms with him inside you, you'd collapse completely, your eyes closing on themselves as the overstimulation made everything turn blurry

when waking up, he'd be sat by your side. his hand would come caress your cheeks softly, travelling over each and every mark he had left like the stars of a constellations in the pure and silent sky of the night. you sigh, his single touch so soft it's like feeling clouds on your skin

"you look ethereal, muñeca"

you were his, his beautiful princess in a tower he'd built around for your own protection. he would do anything for you, if he had wounded even one of your hairs, he would have contemplated death.

would you ever even comprehend an ounce of his affection, of his love for you ? you were the only thing he ever wished for, ever cared about. he would've preferred to have been born as a part of you, so that he could've stayed with you forever. you were the best part of him, and he wondered what he had done to deserve such a beautiful lover

[rubendiasthoughts]

Ruben once mentioned on his residency q&a that he loves sweet scented perfume. So imagine you wear vanilla perfume and it drives ruben crazy. He always wants to hug you, kiss you or even eat you out because you smell so sweet and it turns him on so much 🤭 he would literally beg you to let him eat you out. He would say something like "baby please let me eat you out 🥺" (with that expression as well). And of course you'd let him, and he feels the same amount of pleasure from doing it, drunk on your vanilla scent and your p*ssy 🤭. And he'd literally be so drunk, he eats you out untill you're more than satisfied and can't walk 😉

(Side note : vanilla perfumes smell so good tho 😩)

Babes I love perfumes so much, and I am a vanilla girly through and through 🍦🤤 this is irrelevant and probably no one cares, but rn I'm so obsessed with Eilish by Billie Eilish (the golden one) and kayali 28, they are so beautiful and when I layer them with Sol de Janeiro number 71 🫣 it's just on another level 🤌

Anyways though, Ruben would for sure love a good vanilla perfume on you 🥰 like just imagine being cuddled up with him on the couch, his nose nudging your neck as he inhales your scent and then trails kisses from the spot below your ear to the base of your neck. And he's mumbling into your skin "you smell so sweet, baby" while humming softly. And that compliment already gets you blushing, his hands wandering over your hips and thighs are not helping 🤭 and then he's like "bet you taste even sweeter. Gonna let me have a taste, hmm?" 🫣 all while you feel his beard grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, making you squirm in his arms. And the second you nod your head he's already moving in between your legs, pulling your pants down your legs and then he's kissing all over your thighs, maybe even giving one of them a little bite 🫣 his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he keeps them open. And once he feels like he teased you enough, he pulls your panties down your legs and looks up at you, before attaching his tounge to your clit and licking through your folds, and he's just moaning into your pussy, telling you how good you taste 🫣 and he wouldn't stop even after making you cum, telling you to be good for him and stay still 🫣