#this is how I imagine him sounding whenever you overstimulate him till he can’t even think

[luvv4j4ybe11]

This edit has been living in my head ever since I saw it bc like..the smoothness? The colors? How pretty he is? His voice? The slight shakiness in his voice? I’m done😭

[drunkenlionwrites]

Toji x bimbo girlfriend

A little something since I am so horny for animated and voiced Toji 🥵

Warnings: fem. reader, p in v sex, a litttle bit of angst at the end but it's toji we're talking about, so 🤷‍♀️

Imagine being Toji’s bimbo younger girlfriend. All cute and small, wearing all pink, wearing skimpy little shirts that barely cover you, showing your belly button. Maybe going out to tattoo a tramp stamp with something related to him after drinking too many cocktails with your girlfriends, giggling, and flirting with tattoo artist to only meet with Toji’s facepalm when he initially sees it. Only later he oh so enjoys looking at it when he blows your back out.

Going out with him to Downtown, barely dressed in anything but feeling completely secure cause everyone is terrified of your mountain of a boyfriend. Ending up drinking almost till you blackout, but not worrying about anything, since Toji will be still cognizant enough to carry you back home.

Being his good luck charm when he’s playing pachinko or placing bets on sports/horse racing etc. and receiving tons of open-mouthed kisses with ‘muah’ sound whenever he wins.

Going out to clubs and dancing till morning, while he leisurely sits back on the couch, with half-lidded eyes and sips his drink while watching you move your body seductively.

Waking up from the doorbell ringing in the dead of night and seeing Toji all covered in blood standing at the doorframe. Patching him up in the kitchen with him begrudgingly receiving your attention and affections still trying to shoo you off cause it’s nothing serious.

You heating up food for him and sitting there in the middle of the night watching your lover eating hungrily, even if it’s mostly leftover delivery food since you can’t care less for cooking, he still eats everything thanking you afterwards.

Imagine giving him head afterwards in shower first when he washes off all the grime and blood off of him, you standing on your knees and sucking him off, barely reaching his cock while you’re down, chocking and almost gagging because of how big he is, feeling how Toji finally relaxes under your touch and becomes less tense.

Him taking you to your bed and fucking you then and there without a prelude in doggy style, his hands roughly squishing your hips while his dick plunges so deep inside you that you feel the heavenly mix of pain and pleasure, his heavy balls slapping your pussy so good with each thrust.

Him making you come again and again, so overstimulated already, heaving a ton of his cum inside you, but him still going strong, fucking you your knees firmly pressed to your breasts while he mixes praise and degradation and yes, you truly are his favorite delicate pillow princess and a shameless whore only hungry for his cock.

Him spending a week or two with you to only disappear for month again, cause even if Toji enjoys having you by his side, you’re still a nice distraction for him, not a person he truly loves if he can even still feel it towards someone.

my inspiration:

[gaiasucks]

my first attempt at incel xiao 😿 sorry if it sucks im not used to writing fanfic

// fem reader / incel xiao , roommates , slut shaming + general insults, drunk sex, nsfw //

upon arriving to your new college dorm, you expected a normal, nice roommate. one who would clean up after themselves, one who would take care of themselves, or at the least wasnt a gross person. but, that wish wasn’t granted. your new roommate was xiao, who is the absolute opposite of what you wished for.

xiao never brushes his hair, and he just let it get all tangled to the point where it looked like a ball of fluff on the top of his head. he never took showers, and always had this disgusting smell surrounding him. his teeth always went unbrushed, and he rarely changed his clothes, let alone washed them. and he didn’t act any better. he practically never left his room, and would just stay in, playing valorant and watching porn. he would spend all his time on discord talking to his group of weirdo friends, constantly passing around hentai and insulting random women on instagram. all he ever drinks is alcohol and energy drinks, and any time he talks to you, his breath reeks of vodka and monster. he constantly jacks off to hentai games, and his room has this putrid smell of cum that makes you gag anytime you walk his room.

but, you weren’t his dream roommate either. but unlike you, he hated you. you didn’t particularly enjoy his presence, but you never hated him. but, he hated you. he hated everything about you. he hated the way you smelt so sickly sweet due to the scented lotions and perfumes you use. he hate the fact you care so much about your appearance, and how you cared so much about how you looked. he hated how long you spent on your makeup and hair. he hated how you dress so slutty in his eyes. the way your shirts are so tight on you, and your pants are so snug against your body. he hated the fact that anytime you wear skirts they’re so short and show your panties anytime you bend over to pick something up. he hated the fact that anytime you wore button ups, they were so tight and made your boobs so noticeable. he felt like you were such a whore, trying to attract the attention of guys. he constantly talked about you to his friends, calling you a dirty hoe who sleeps with a bunch of guys.

though, despite the fact he hates you, he’s obsessed with you. your the only thing that gets him hard, since porn doesn’t work anymore. he constantly gets off to the idea of sexually overstimulating you to the point your crying due to the pleasure overload. he fantasizes about pulling down your panties and pounding you for hours at a time. whenever he sees you, he wishes you were on your knees right now, sucking his cock with your cute, slutty little mouth. the idea of fucking you till your numb turns him on so much, he can’t control the urge to just stroke his dick to that thought. his one and old wish is to penetrate you to the point where you just melt and become a moaning little mess. all he wants to do is corrupt your mind and body, ruining you to no return.

and his wish was granted. after all this time of imagining, he finally took things in his own hands. though it wasn’t as nice as expected. xiao was blackout drunk, sprawled and passed out on the couch, and you had just entered the dorm. you tried to wake up him up gently, but he wouldn’t budge. so, you start getting more aggressive, shaking him to the point he was flopping around like a fish. eventually, he woke up. he tried to say something, but his speech was so slurred you couldn’t make it out. you pull him up and off the couch and start walking him too his room, scolding him. we reach his godawful bedroom, and you lead him to his bed and tell him to go to bed. he vaguely says “i don’t wanna go to bed”, but he slurred it so much he couldn’t even form normal sounding words. you try to him to go to bed, but he holds you down, trying to tell you something. “if you really care, you can help put me to sleep.” he murmurs, which at the time didn’t make much sense, but when he pinned you to his bed and started taking off the dress you were wearing, the answer was clear.

in what seemed like a second, you were laying on his bed, practically naked. he stared at your body with a look of lust and disgust in his eyes. your gaze shifts from his face to his pants, which is hands are flimsily unbuttoning. “this isn’t like you xiao..” you whimper as you watch him undress himself. despite the fact your so disgusted by this; you continue to watch him take off his clothing, almost as if you were under a spell. “you seem to enjoy this, you slut.” xiao suddenly says, taking you back to reality. “i’m not a slut! i’m a completely norm-“ you try to say, but he stuffs his cock in your mouth, shutting you up. at first, you were shocked. you didn’t know what to do. you didn’t know if you were supposed to take it out and run away, or to just roll with it. after a few seconds of just sitting in a state of shock, you start to feel him shoving it deeper and deeper. it felt so nice and warm, you couldn’t just walk away. the more you sucked his cock, the more it went deeper and deeper inside your throat. you were practically choking on his cock, but it felt so good, you didn’t mind it. hearing his deep moans and grunts made your clit throb more and more, ready to get fucked.

“your so good at this, fuck..” he muttered under his breath while you sucked him off. his whimpers filled your ears, turning you on. as you went on, his moans slowly started to push you over the edge. eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. you take his cock out of your mouth and force it inside you, clenching it as it went deeper inside. “your such a slut, you know that, right?” but you didn’t care, you didn’t care how slutty you were, all you wanted was him inside of you. you were a moaning mess at this point, just begging him to fuck you harder and harder. he complied, and started thrusting you as hard as he could.

you were such a mess, but you didn’t care. you didn’t care if you made ugly sex faces. you didn’t care if you made gross sounding moans. you just didn’t care. you were in a pure euphoric state of mind, experiencing the best pleasure you ever felt. and the constant flow of insults, constantly being called a dirty whore, slut, hoe, and more just made the experience even more enjoyable.

that it 😿 srry if it sucked uhh recc me i more incel!xiao shit to do

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

Hi can you write a NSFW Alphabet for Reiss Nelson, thanks❤

Reiss Nelson NSFW Alphabet:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s really sweet after sex, his hands running all over your body searching for any marks and trying to calm you down. Laying down to press you against his chest, hands running through your hair as he whispers sweet little things to you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of his are his thighs, loving you they are decoretad by tattoos and how you react to them. Enjoying nothing more than the sight of you rocking yourself over them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Reiss loves cumming inside you, loving how good his cum looks dripping out of you. He especially likes to do that if you two are having a quickie and he can just pull your panties back up, his way of telling you to not tease him that night.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves fucking your boobs, adoring how hot you look pressing them together so he can fit his length between them. Sticking your tongue out so none of his precum gets wasted.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He had his fair share of sexual partners and is therefore really experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He couldn’t decide on only one position.

Missionary, because he loves the intense eye contact he can keep with you and how deep he can get if he throws your legs over his shoulder. It is also perfect for him to wrap his hand around your throat.

Doggy, because he absolutely loves to see how your ass jiggles with the force of his thrusts. The way he is able to turn your skin into a nice shade of red is only a plus.

Cowgirl, because he enjoys how you look above him and how your boobs will be directly in front of his face. He loves how you are able to set your own rhythm but as soon as he is not having it anymore he can just hold your hips down and thrust up into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Leading up to it he is kind of goofy, making sure to make you and him smile a bit, cause he knows a smile is sexy. But during the moment he is not that goofy anymore.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Little happy trail, but besides that he tries to be shaven most of the times.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not the most romantic in the bedroom but he always makes sure you know that he loves you unconditionally.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He only jacks off when he is away from you and even then he won’t do it completely alone. Always calling you to have facetime sex or simply sext.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dom/ sub dynamics - nothing hotter for him to see you submit to him and obey his orders.

Daddy kink - kind of goes with the one above, reiss loves to hear the word out of your mouth and if you address him in any other way he will make sure that you regret it.

Choking/slapping/spitting - Reiss loves how his hand looks around your neck and you react to it. How he forces your mouth open for him to spit in it or how he’ll use his spit as lube. Whenever your walking by or he has you doggy he can’t help but slap your bum, however spanking is not only reserved for your behind. He’ll also love to slap your boobs, and if your down for it other parts of your body as well

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers something comfortable like the bed but in general he doesn’t really care about the location. Wether it’s the living room couch or a club bathroom he just cares about giving you and himself pleasure.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

neck kisses/scratches

sitting on his lap

whispering in his ear

massaging him - especially his thighs

tracing his thigh tattoos - your nails on his skin in general

long eye contact

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t have a thing that would turn him off immediately or that he wouldn’t try once, but if you express that there is something like that for you he would understand immediately.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving, loving to see you on your knees in front of him. Loving to see how you swirl your tongue around the head of his length or how you try to fit all of him down your throat and end up using your hands for the bit you can’t fit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is rather fast and rough, making sure to hit the right spots but still show you love.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Reiss isn’t the biggest fan of quickies, he prefers taking his time exploring your body and making sure to draw foreplay out long. But quickies definitely still happen in your relationship, especially on matchdays or when you are out partying.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experimenting is a must, you both can be sure to bring something you want to try up to the other and you will try it that night. He definitely takes risk when he is really in the mood, that includes for example fucking you somewhere in the stadium, making sure that it is nearly impossible for you to keep quiet.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man will go all night if you haven’t seen each other for a few days. With all the teasing he does the rounds are always quite long as well.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a vibrator that he will mostly use on you when he wants to overstimulate you but besides that he isn’t the biggest fan of toys, claiming that nothing compares to your touch.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Biggest tease. There were moments you could swear you hated him for the many times he edged you that night or how he would just simply not touch you where you needed him the most.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His first instinct was to hold back his moans and only let out small groans once or twice, but after reassuring him that you like his sounds he proudly shows you how good you are making him feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Reiss loves to be teased when he is away. Immediately getting hard when he sees that you send him a risky pic while he’s out shopping and all he can do is imagine and wait till he gets home.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is big, so big that he always has to give a few minutes to let you adjust to him. Stretching you in a nice way but always making sure that he is not hurting you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is really high. I’m talking multiple times a day high. Sometimes it might overwhelm you just how high his sex drive is but overall you work pretty well together.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep quickly, he prefers to talk to you about god knows what and admire you. Playing with your hair and whispering sweet nothings to you.

[inviouswriting]

Aymeric~~

Cut for obvious~ I said before I will be doing his in full. So no one has to ask unless they want more from different letters.

This took all day x.x trying to think of things fitting for him.  hope you all enjoy my take on this. People can request more of specially marked letters because I have alternative or more ideas.

Very spicy stuff in here. I stress that this is very n//s//f//w// (Remember when you reblog this do not TAG the the n//s//f//w or it flags me.)

*A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

An absolute angel. He frets and worries if he’s hurt you, he has reasons to worry with how his size can be if you’re smaller. He massages any spot that is sore, kisses your face till you are giggling and blushing. He holds you in his arms to calm down, water or food. There will never be a moment where he forgets your limitations. He’s always beaming with pride and praises how proud he is, how much he loves you.

B* = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite on himself are two things his eyes and arms. Like Thancred, he likes his arms for the fact he protects and provides support to his lover. He loves the way you feel in them, and can’t get enough of holding you. 

His eyes, he sees alot of what others can miss. Nothing escapes his eyes with you, every nuance, smile, frown, when you are by yourself the worry. Or how you smile back at him in a room full of people. He also will use those ice blues to his benefit, conveys alot of hidden emotion through them that you pick up on. Master of the bedroom stare, and you are hopeless to deny them. Specially when he adds that smile. 

C = C**m (anything to do with c**m, basically)

Consistency is full and not very thick. Due to his rich diet, probably a bit sweeter. He can’t get over the first time you drank it down. You couldn’t walk for days.

D* = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves his office as a playroom. There is something freeing from the responsibilities whenever you indulge him in. He gets rambunctious, it becomes a game of how loud he can make you while murmuring words reminding you to keep your voice low. But it is so hard to do when he’s teasing you with his fingers and mouth. Even harder when he takes you on top of his desk filled with papers. His secret in this? He wants to be caught. He wants someone to walk in on you both, the idea of someone seeing the two of you. He doesn’t for he’d lose his rank but at the same time. He would not mind if it meant his time is freed up to join you on traveling.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

More devoted in his practice as a temple knight, he never did anything that could jeopardize his position even more so when he became lord commander. A scandal was something he could not risk, so there is no one that he had trysts with. Till you. But only after he was able to secure your hand and knows anything he does in his home or office stays between you two.  

F* = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He has two favorites. He loves you sitting in his lap most, the angle is right for him to hit just inside and watch your face light up in shock as he hits that one spot. His second favorite is you on your back and knees pressed to your chest. This is a position that allows him to go full tilt and you able to accept all of him inside. He can see your face and watch your pleasure wash over as he feels it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Unintentionally humorous. He lightens the mood towards the beginning but as things get heated he becomes more serious to your needs and wants. But if you laugh during any time he treasures those intimate moments where the barriers break down and you are with each other instead of just together.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Given how he doesn’t have facial hair, I like to think he is well kept up. Hairless below because who wants mouth fulls of hair in times where it is suppose to be pleasurable. He also prefers his partner be the same way, hair gets in the way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Romantic and respectful. He respects no’s and will not touch what is a never. He makes it about you more than himself. Romance in the sense he wines and dines you ahead of time to set the pace for the evening. Mulled wines but he never takes advantage of you if you are too incoherent or drunk because that is not consent even if you’ve been intimate before. He locks eyes alot, he checks in on you and treats you like a queen/king.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The guy is walking stress. Any moment he has to take an edge off he does so. With something of yours so he can feel close to you. He prefers in the privacy of his home, and takes care to clean up. He imagines you there swallowing him down knowing how much of him can fit. (But hey, that is for an imagine I’ll be writing~ ;3)

K* = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Water. Bath, shower, lake, or somewhere, where he can let loose. Also the water helps keeps things fluid between you. Dress up kink. He loves costumes you can find for him to see. A simple maid outfit or songbird with the right tights. Those tights might need mending later.

L* = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His home, he can excuse servants and make the place completely private for you and him to do anything you or he desires. No one is allowed there with the exception of pure urgency but if he makes the word known, not even the heavens falling would trespass.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Telling him bluntly, or poking at his hot spots. Two are on his head in his ears. The one he keeps covered by the clasp is ultra sensitive. Nibbling on the ends makes him blush and start losing his composure. A lick across one and he’s pinning you down on whatever available surface he has. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that is disgusting or causes pain. Whatever your no is, is his. There will never be an accidental touch on something you dislike. He will never engage in knife play, blood play, or anything that is dangerous. No asphyxia where the wrong moment could end your life. 

O* = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both. He learned your body through experience, he loves giving as it lets you be at his mercy for hours and he can listen to you sigh and sing his name all night. Our knight most heavenly indeed.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Only in his office or if you rope him into a hidden alleyway. Quite often if you both are in between responsibilities. Promises to take care of each other thoroughly later.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He will experiment with whatever you bring to him. The big risk he’d take is being the dom in bdsm settings. I see him more of a sub, after all he spends so much time giving orders. He’d rather serve his lover.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has a high drive given his discipline as a knight. He can last rounds before he gets tired. His partner might only be able to stand three rounds with what he has.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns alot from what his love brings for them to try out. He prefers ones where he can tease for a while. He doesn’t like using dilds because he rather do that himself. But he does keep a few for his partner to watch them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man will tease you sitting next to you in dinner parties. If you sit next to him you can find fingers toying with you every chance he gets if he gets away with it. A foot playing with your leg if you sit across from him. He can do this with a stoic face save for the small sly grin your way. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Depends on what is happening. If you are going down on him he’s vocal and loud at your mercy. Full deep sighs and soft moans. When he’s closer he’ll call your name or praise you.

W* = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves edging. Bringing his partner close then denying them release. He can’t get enough of it since it prolongs their time together. A mild fan of overstimulation. Always with a safeword here because he can pet and lick for hours. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s an elezen. There are rumors of them being large, and he proves that sitting with a 9 1/2 length and a 3 1/2 circumference. The thickness is more of the concern for all the foreplay making sure you are well taken cared of or lubricated well before he even dares take you. He will never do you dry or he’ll hurt you. One will be very satisfied with him. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderately high. Time and place. But when he has you alone and knows for several hours you are his. That drive is very high. Specifically after you’ve tied the knot too.  

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not quick to fall asleep, you’re more likely to be worn out first. Barely coherent after what he’s reduced you too. He’ll pet your head and cuddle you to no end. Only after you’re cleaned up and content in his arms does he entertain the idea of sleep.

[rogerina-yee-haw]

Ben Hardy - NSFW Alphabet

a/n: it’s finally fucking here!! hope you enjoy!! 

THANK YOU FOR 600+ FOLLOWERS! ILY ALL!!!

you thirsty hoes,,,,I love you all, and you fucking bombarded me with “BEN HARDY NSFW ALPHABET PLEASE”. here. have what you asked for. it’s shitty and not well-written. but I am the same thirsty hoe as you all are, so we’ve gotta enjoy little things. LOVE Y’ALL and keep bombarding me with horny shit pls <3

Ben i hope you never see this and it’s clearly based on the image of Ben i have in my head and has nothing to do with reality

warnings: smut (adults only please), language, typos

disclaimer: everything (!) is consensual. Always ask for your partner’s consent on different sexual and other things. 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Ben is a really caring and loving person. It doesn’t matter whether the sex was rough or slow - he’d still take care of you. He helps clean you up, sometimes he’d just cuddle with you till you fall asleep; sometimes he makes you both tea and you just watch some romcom together while cuddling.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

Ben worships every part of you. Of course, while having sex, he pays special attention to your boobs and ass, but he still adores your whole body. He loves your hands, the way they feel on his skin when you cup his face and kiss him, and the way they feel on his cock. Ben can’t get enough of you; he’s so in love and he just knows that every part of you is perfect.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

If you have sex without a condom (what happens occasionally as you’re running out of them quite often), he comes on your boobs, ass or stomach. When you give him a blowjob and you give him a clear consent that it’s alright, he comes in your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret

Ben has too many. He wants to try anal, threesome, tie you up to bed, foodplay...Whenever you two discuss something new you want to try, he’d bring up one of this things; and if you agreed to it, he’d be happy to oblige.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?) 

He’s experienced enough to give you at least two orgasms during the might. 

F = Favourite Position

Any position under the sun. He loves missionary (cause he’s a soft vanilla boi), loves to watch how you tits bounce in tune with hus thrusts; doggy, you on top, reverse cowgirl, 69... you name it. He’s strong enough to pull up the plough and fuck you against the wall. This man loves every position because he gets to have sex with you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Sometimes he is goofy. Sometimes it’s both him and you telling each other silly stuff, whispering sweet nothings and just having lazy sex. Sometimes it’s pure lovemaking when his thrusts are sensual and passionate, it’s gripping his shoulders and running his hands through your hair, just worshipping each other. And sometimes it’s rough, with dirty words spilling from his mouth. “You’re such a bad girl, you don’t get to cum”, “You like that? Like my cock deep inside you, like me filling you up?”, “Look at how needy you’re, letting me fuck you the car”. He has you across his lap, spanking and fingering you till you’re begging for sweet release.

The thing is, you never now what kind of sex you’re going to have. It’s always different with Ben, and you love it to no end.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) 

Have you ever seen this man with a stubble? Me neither. That’s why he probably keeps it clean shaved down there as well.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Ben is very romantic. He can’t keep his hands off of you, he can’t stop whispering praises and love words against your skin. He just loves you too much.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When he’s away filming, he jacks off rather often, especially when you two have phone sex. He just imagines that it’s your mouth wrapped around his length, sucking him off just the way he likes it, and it helps him to keep up for the next couple of days without you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Let’s get this bread these kinks:

Hair pulling. He lets out an animalistic growl whenever you tug on his hair too harshly whenever he eats you out, and it just drives him insane.

Breeding kink. It’s some serious shit right here: he gets hard immediately whenever he thinks about you being pregnant with his child. He doesn’t specifically try to get you pregnant, but when once you ask him to cum inside you, he just looks at you with wide eyes. “Are you sure, baby?”. “Ben, I want it. I know you do too”. And he’s just so determined to it, so any time you’d have sex without a condom, he is more than happy to cum in you and get you pregnant. Not that you mind.

Dirty talk. This man is a pro at it. It’s like pure filth is just spilling from his mouth whenever he fucks you roughly. “On your knees, love”, “Fuck, you’re so good, taking me so well”, “You don’t know how good you look being wrecked by my cock”. Sometimes you two would have sex in front of a body-length mirror (don’t ask why), and he would say shit like this, “Look at your pretty tits bouncing like this”, “You’re such a dirty girl, begging for my cock inside you”, “You’ve gotta learn to be quiet, love, or I won’t let you cum”. When he spanks you, the talking would be even filthier. “You’re already so wet, such a little slut”, “You were such a bad girl today, didn’t wear panties just to tease me, and now I have to punish you”, “Count for me, baby”, “Do you like it? Like when I’m spanking you?”, “You take it so well, angel, such a good girl”. 

Daddy kink. Look me in the eyes and tell me it doesn’t get him going. Right. You can’t, cause it’s true. Whenever you whimper “daddy” while he’s pounding into you, he’ll fuck you even harder. If you’re teasing him, and at one point you say “Oh, daddy, please, fuck my tight little pussy”, in a seductive voice, you know for sure he’d fuck the soul outta you on the nearest surface.

Dominance. He’s usually this cute softie, but when you ask him for it, he’ll be in his full dom!mood. “You want to cum, huh? You better earn it”, “You want me to fuck your tight little pussy, hm? Use your words, love”.

Bondage. When you agreed to be tied up to bed, Ben went crazy. And when you suggested tying him up and then sucked him off for dear life, he was more than happy. He’s just one kinky boi.

Overstimulation. It goes both ways. When he makes you cum once, he doesn’t stop until you’re practically screaming and coming again. Sometimes you’d suck him off and when he reaches his high, you wouldn’t stop until he does it again.

Choking. Have you seen thse hands? Holy fuck. Once, he’d be fucking you from behind and wrap his fingers around your neck lightly, just to feel you. And when you squeezed his wrist and whispere, “Harder, daddy”, he had to restrain himself from busting right then and there.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. You had sex in public places too many times because of different reasons: in a public restroom cause you were drinking wine and licking your lips; in his car because you were dancing to this one song and your tits were bouncing in this tank top that you were wearing, and Ben just had to pull over and put you on his lap and fuck you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You. You make him go crazy, literally anything you do.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Ben wouldn’t do anything that would hurt both of you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. The man is a fucking professional. Like, have you seen him? Exactly. His tongue and fingers would bring you over the edge multiple times a night. 

Receiving. He loves seeing you on your knees, licking on his tip, taking him in his mouth, likes seeing your mascara running and makeup being ruined because you put your heart and soul into giving him the best blowjob in his life.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It’s always different with Ben. He may start slowly, devour you sensually, but then pick up the pace and be rough and thrust into you harshly, just the way you like it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Ben doesn’t really like quickies, he prefers proper sex more. But with the busy schedule you both have it’s not always possible to fuck each other normally. So you have quickies rather often.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Ben would always love to experiment if this is something that you want, too.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

He is one strong boi™. He can go at least for two rounds.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

There are some toys that you both own and Ben loves to use them on you, when you’re squirming and begging him to let you cum.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ben enjoys it. He just adores your cute face when you’re impatient, when you can’t hold your orgasm back anymore. He’d tease you to no end, he’d be teasing you to the point when you have to bury your face in your hands and squeeze your thighs - just to cover yourself from everyone (such teasing usually happens in public places, specifically in restaurants, under the table).

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s loud when he’s close to cumming. Usually he grunts and growls, and when you’re riding him, he lets out moans and praises.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Ben is actually really soft. Even when his dom!persona is on the full mode, he still is very gentle and caring. He’d call you, “love”, “baby”, “angel”, and would always care about your comfort first. He cries very easily (usually when he’s too excited and happy), loves to cuddle with you whenever there is a possibility and just loves to be domestic and gentle.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His size is enough to make you scream and beg for more.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Really high. Anything you do gets him going - starting from cooking and laughing and ending in you lying naked under him. You always make him all smitten and turned on.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He’s quick to fall asleep, especially if the sex was rough and hard. You love to watch him sleep, when he’s snorting quietly and he just looks like an absolute angel.

[snufmin-is-life]

Long list of facts about Lilja:

What makes them cry?

-When she's alone for too long and becomes lonely. Whenever she's in a heated argument she almost always starts to cry. Sometimes when she's overstimulated she cries but very rarely.

How would your OC describe themselves?

-quiet but friendly. Loyal to close friends and family. Creative and loves to draw and write. Absolutely loves music and playing the banjo.

What does your OC smell like?

-Pine trees, sage, and mint (she likes being clean and smelling like it)

What spice best represents your OC?

-Cumin

What is your OC’s most listened to song/artist of the year? of the decade?

-She listens to Snufkin play his harmonica a lot, as for an official song that would be There Beneath by The Oh Hellos

How does your OC sleep?

What do they wear to bed? What positions do they sleep in? How many pillows/blankets/mattresses do they need? Lights on or off? Any specific rituals around bedtime?

-They wear a big nightshirt to sleep in that they got from Snufkin.

She usually sleeps on their side but sometimes on their stomach.

They use one pillow but have a lot of plushies they sleep with.

They have a lot of blankets on their bed because they like the feel of the weight.

Lights off, a small lantern lighted for a nightlight.

She normally reads or writes before she goes to sleep, or she occasionally messes with their banjo (but not too much as it wakes Moomin).

During winter it's harder for them to sleep.

A stranger smiles at your OC in public. How does your OC respond?

-If she's literally never met them before she keeps their head down and doesn't keep eye contact with them.

What does your OC do when they get a stain on their clothes?

-She'll try to wash it as good as she can to lighten it. She hates any reminders of dirtiness on their body or clothing.

What is your OC’s favorite item of clothing they own?

-Their small cloak (similar to a poncho?)

Does your OC generally assume the best or the worst in people ?

-She tries to assume the best in people.

Does your OC listen to the same some on repeat for 6 months straight or are they regularly seeking out new songs?

-Almost always listens to The Oh Hellos and hasn't really tried to find any other band.

Is your OC good with kids?

Do they want kids?

Do they even like kids?

-She does best with older kids (7 and up) younger kids stress them out too easily. She's not sure if she wants kids, she's not too focused on that at the moment. She generally likes kids, especially due to the fact they're filled with imagination and wonder.

How can you tell if your OC is in a good mood? How can you tell of they're in a bad one?

-When she's happy she stims by foot tapping and stimming by shaking their paws.

When she's in a bad mood she avoids making eye contact, rubs their torso with their arms over and over (something I do), and also scratches their skin a lot.

What is the worst thing your OC has ever done? Do they regret it?

-Not sure if this is the exact worst thing she's done but once she was in an argument with Snufkin and she snatched his harmonica and threw it into the ocean. At first she didn't regret it but then realized that it would be like if someone threw their banjo in the ocean. She regretted it then. Later she purchases him a new one as a way to apologize.

What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Favorite mythical creature? Favorite cryptid?

-She loves foxes. Their favorite mythical creature is Pegasus. Favorite cryptid is either The Lock Ness monster or Moth Man.

Does your OC prefer Grand Romantic Gestures or little acts of care?

-Definitely little acts of care. She tends to get really flustered if it's a grand romantic gesture.

What does your OC do when they can’t fall asleep?

-Goes for a walk outside till she feels sleepy.

Does your OC dress for practicality or for the aesthetic?

-More for practicality. Don't get me wrong she likes fashion but would rather be prepared so practical clothes are better.

How does your OC respond to being told "I love you"?

-Usually with a smile and if she feels like it she'll ask for a hug.

What makes your OC go feral?

-Birds.

How does your OC calm down when they’re angry?

-Stimming and sitting in their room until she calms down.

Does your OC take a soup or a salad?

-Soup. She likes salad but it can be too cold.

What is the strangest thing your OC always carries in their pocket/bag, and why?

-An old stick doll that Snufkin made for them when they were little. It gives them good luck.

Is your OC more of a casual flirting type, a type to have crushes, or a falling in love type?

-Crushes.

Is your OC more of a thinker, a talker, or a doer?

-Thinker.

What kind of first impression does your OC give?

-Snufkin clone.

What would The Bad Place look like for your OC? what would be their specially tailored form of eternal torture?

-Loud sounds, flashing lights, basically an overstimulation goldmine.

What was your OC's first word as a baby?

-"Muumee" aka moomin.

Is there a smell your OC can’t stand?

-Vinegar.

What kind of socks does your OC wear?

-Wool socks.

How does your OC react to seeing a spider in their house?

-She always gets help from their dads to get rid of it. She's extremely scared of spiders.

What is your OC’s comfort food?

-Mashed potatoes.

How physically affectionate is your OC?

-She's ok with most physical affection as long as she initiates it. She's not especially huggy though.

Does your OC thrive on change or stability?

-Stability. She needs structure and a routine to thrive.

What are your OC’s three favourite scents?

-Snufkin's smoking herbs, the pancakes Moomin cooks in the morning, and lavender.

What colours does your OC wear the most? Which ones do they avoid wearing?

Purple is their favorite color. Neon colors she tends to avoid simply because they're very bright.

What was your OC’s childhood fear?

-She was scared of the Lady of the cold and the Groke.

What is your OC most likely to get arrested for?

-Messing with parkkeepers and pulling up signs like their pappa Snufkin.

Who does your OC call in the middle of the night when they need someone to talk to?

-Moomin. He's a great comforter.

Are they multilingual? what languages do they speak?

-All the languages that Lilja speaks from most fluent to least fluent: Finnish, Swedish, English.

If you OC were a fruit, what would they be and why?

-Passion fruit?

What is your OC’s opinion on candy corn?

-Flavor is tolerable and texture is eh.

What colour pen does your OC use?

-Purple.

[bobbyseyesmile]

Burning Heat

Love can be beautiful. Love can be passionate. Love can be everything you ever wanted.

But what happens if it turns ugly? Everything you ever wanted starts to fall apart and hurts you in every possible way? Sometimes you have to push your principles back in return to save a loved person.

Can you really beat the Bad with the Good?

GENRE: Sequel to Hot Ice-  filled with Angst, Smut and more Angst

For 6 months everything was just perfect- your job went well, a huge promotion waited after weeks of sleepless nights, long overtime hours and the sometimes-ungrateful mood swings of your boss. But you did it! You endured it so well, he promised you an even better paid position in the company and your own office.

Tonight, were the last overtime hours and meanwhile you laid in the huge king size bed, shared with your partner in crime and boyfriend, Taemin. After confessing each other’s feelings, nothing big changed between you two, except for all the things you didn't do before:

Telling each other 'I love you', holding hand in public or private, kissing, cuddling and all the cheesy stuff happy couples just do. Finally, there was the mind-blowing sex between you two.

You would never forget your first time with each other, the handcuffs that tied you to his bed, the ice cubes between your thighs and all the sinful things Taemin did with his tongue that night.

"What are you thinking?" the voice of your lover asked, his naked body pressed against yours, arms holding you tight to his chest while fingers caressed the soft skin on your stomach.

"I just thought about our first time." you admitted and heard him chuckle seconds after.

"Was good, right?" you felt his lips ghosting over your neck, up to your ear shell where he nibbled softly on the skin. A shiver ran over your body and you nodded, not trusting your voice right now. "Hm? I can't hear you."

You let out a shaky Yes and heard him hum in approval. His fingers roamed upwards to your chest, feather like touches twisted your nipples and a small moan escaped you. Sex with Taemin was never boring or monotonous, he had always new ideas to bring you two over the edge in the most exciting bliss. Just the mere thought of all the sinful positions you tried, made you already wet.

"T-Taemin..." you breathed.

"Hmm?" his lips nipped on your neck, kissing, licking and worshiping the skin there.

"Fuck me..."

You heard him groan and silently cuss before he bit down, leaving a hickey on your skin, marking you as his for the world to see. You felt his fingers wandering again, this time between your legs, testing your wetness but as soon as a finger slipped between your folds, you herd him cussing again.  

"You seem eager today... did you miss me?" he referred to all the nights you spend in your company, working your ass off while he slept alone in this huge bed. "Did you think about me in your office? I often laid alone in bed, thinking about you in all those tight skirts and high heels whenever you left for work... Sometimes I thought about driving there, bend you over the next table and fuck you till you pass out..."

"Taemin..." you whined and unintentionally opened your legs more for him. A finger entered your hole, setting a slow pace while massaging your walls.

"Did you think about me at work?"

"Y-yeah"

"Hmm... and did you touched yourself when no one was around?" he asked, his voice now deeper, practically dripping of lust. Another whine from your lips before you nodded.

"I-I did..."

"Tell me exactly what you did." he ordered, the cheerful side of him suddenly gone. Now he was the same person who gave you multiple orgasm till you passed out- you knew there was no going back now. Once in his dominant persona and you couldn't walk for days afterwards.

"I waited till everyone was gone... Till I was alone in the building..."

"Hm... go on." A second finger entered you, moving in scissoring motions to stretch you for the upcoming pleasure.

"And then I pushed up my skirt and..." you gulped and stopped for a moment. Your cheeks turned hot even though you didn't feel embarrassed, your dirty talk improved so much since you were with him but you knew that Taemin enjoyed it when you acted shy and all flustered.

"And what? What did my princess do, hm?" he whispered against your ear and you shivered in return. He knew exactly what you were doing that night, you sent him a video of yourself while he laid in bed, stroking himself, wishing that it was your pussy instead of his hand.

"I fingered myself." you moaned out and heard him growl. He loved dirty talk, it was a huge turn on for you two even though you were an amateur in contrast to Taemin who was the master in it.

"Yes, you did..." his fingers increased a little bit on speed and you moaned in return. "You showed me your pretty pussy, right? And you were so ready for my cock that day, completely drenched and glistening... I imagined how you'd stretch around me, how your tight little hole would be filled with me... You always take me so well, princess..."

See? Master in dirty talk.

"Taemin, please fuck me already!" you moaned and heard him chuckle behind you.

"Not yet, you're not ready, baby." He scissors his fingers again and attempted to add a third finger but you stopped him.

"I'm ready!"

"Y/N..." he sighed and kissed your cheek. Taemin never fucked you before there wasn't at least half an hour foreplay, stretching you with his fingers since he didn't want to hurt you. It happened one time that you two had spontaneous sex in a bar after teasing each other for hours, Taemin entered you without any foreplay. Long story short: It felt like you've been impaled, a surprised cry escaped you and tears rolled over your cheeks. It didn't hurt, it was just so intense that you came right on the spot and your body shook from the sudden orgasm. Since then there was a lot of foreplay before he even thought about entering you.

"Please... I need you so bad." you begged and he shook his head. You wanted to feel this kind of pleasure and intensity again so you tried again, wiggling your ass against his hard member and heard him moan. "Don't you want to feel my tight pussy around your cock? How my walls clench the moment you're entering me?"

Your dirty words did wonders, you felt that his self-control started to crumble beneath him. He wanted and needed you as much as you him.

"You're such a cock-hungry little brat, aren't you? I could fuck you the whole day and you wouldn't have enough..."

"N-No..." you whispered and felt his hand on your leg, holding it upwards to reveal your most sensitive area. Cold air hit your wetness and you hissed at the sudden feeling of it. The moment you opened your lips, begging for him to fuck you already, he shoved his length inside you in one go.

"Fuck!" you moaned out loud, your fingers grabbing the sheets, your teeth gritting so hard your jaw hurt.

"O-Okay?" he asked and shuddered while he staid still for a moment. You weren't okay, you were fucking-fantastic but couldn't get a single word out.

"M-Move..." This wouldn't last long, both of you knew, you were too thrilled up to drag it out even more. He started to pound inside you, a harsh pace controlled his movements while his face was nestled in your neck. Breathy moans escaped his lips and you knew, he was so damn close. So, you clenched around him.

"D-Don't..." he growled, trying to sound menacing but he was as just a mess as you. Your arm sneaked behind you, crawling your nails in his hips, testing his self-control once again.

"Princess..." he warned and you clenched as hard as you could, your own orgasm within one reach. His hand darted forwards and gripped your throat, squeezing it strong enough for you to choke. "Don't fucking test me..."

The submissive side in you crumbled against the floor, shivering of his touch. But the brat in you craved more, wanted to feel him snap, to be rougher as usual.

"Or w-what?" you dared to asked. Challenging Taemin could be the best idea you ever had, or the worst. The moment his motions came to halt, you knew you're fucked.

"Princess?" he whispered. "You know I love you, hm?"

"I-I love you t-too..."

"I know." he kissed your cheek, this small act lulled you in false comforts, your body relaxed released the clenching grip you had around him. You sighed deeply when his fingers stroked over your hips, his lips graced over your neck leaving small pecks everywhere.

The moment Taemin felt you completely relax he smirked. It was a devilish smirk but you couldn't see it, your eyes were closed in complete relaxation. Minutes ago, his own high was so near, but what he loved more than a mind-blowing orgasm for himself was to put you back in place and to prove a point: That you were his. And he was yours.

The sudden sharp thrust of his hips made you choke on air, eyes widened in realization that he tricked you. The grip around your throat tightened, his pace rougher than ever before till tears rolled over your heated cheeks. He kissed them away, knowing damn well that you loved it whenever he manhandled you.

"I-I'm c-close..." you choked between a hard thrust and he hummed in agreement. The hand, who held your hips with an iron grip, moved between your legs, rubbing your oversensitive heat.

More tears left your eyes but you didn't care- you were so close... Just another touch of his fingers against your clit and your body started to shake uncontrollable. It was the strongest orgasm you ever experienced, strangled and whining sounds left your lips while his hand released your throat.

Taemin held you through your intense orgasm but his fingers never left yours, still circling over the overstimulated nub, chasing his own release. You heard a deep moan and felt as he released his hot liquid inside you.

"N-No more!" you screamed and tried to yank his hand away from your heat but he just chuckled and continued the sweet torture for another few seconds.

"Alright, alright..."

Both of you fell back in bed, completely and utterly fucked out. "This was so good..." you mumbled and licked your dry lips. Taemin glanced you an amused look and then closed his eyes.

"I missed you so much the last weeks..."

"I'm sorry." you mumbled and cuddled against him, your head on his chest while he softly stroked your hair. "But it's finally done with all the overtime hours and the long nights at the office."

"You know you don't have to work, right?" His voice was still breathy but sounded calmer now. You bit your lips. He had said that a few times the last months, not understanding why you need to work when your boyfriend was a rich idol who could afford a whole island for you.

"Because I want." you answered a little bit annoyed. Why didn't he just drop it already? "I want to feel normal, not like a chick who gets spoiled by her boyfriend all the time. I want to make my own money and then spend it."

Taemin laughed and tousled your hair. "As soon as we're married we're going to have joint accounts, you know that, right? Then it doesn't matter who earns the money, it's our money after all."

"M-Married?" you stuttered and sat up in bed. He cocked an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what made you look so shocked.

"Yeah?"

"This isn't going to be a proposal, is it?" A weird feeling spread in your stomach area and you gulped, hoping this wasn't happening right now. Not that you didn't loved Taemin, god, you loved him more than anything else! But a marriage? Now?

"Okay, what's the problem right now, Y/N?" Now he sounded annoyed too, crossing his arms behind his head.

"Nothing it's just... It’s too soon to talk about it."

"Too soon?" A meanwhile upset look on his face. "You were engaged eight months back, you wanted to marry this rat back then!"

"Yeah, after dating him for years not a few months!"

"You know me your whole life! I know you better than anyone else, he could never know you that good as I do!"

"True but..." you threw your hands in the air, desperate for an explanation. "Tae... I want this between us! I really do! But... why can't we just enjoy what he have right now?"

"I've waited for years..." he started and fixated a spot on the wall. "I want you to call mine. Officially."

"Tae..." you placed a hand on his chest and he turned his head to meet your gaze. "I am yours. Whether there's a ring on my finger or not- I am yours."

He sighed and nodded. "Fine."

You gave him a small peck and cuddled against him once more. Both of you whispered sleepy “I love you” before you heard him softly snore. You couldn't sleep for a very long time that night because you knew- the topic wasn't over yet.

Weeks passed without anyone of you bringing the topic up again, you already thought Taemin forgot about it.

"Babe? Did you saw my navy-blue Hoodie?"

"Yeah-" you responded from the living room, sitting there cross-legged watching TV. "I'm wearing it."

"Babe..." he chuckled and you started grinning when he walked inside the room. "That's the biggest Hoodie I own, I'm sure you could fit three times in it!"

"It's the most comfortable!" you whined in response and made him chuckle again while Taemin leaned down to kiss your temple.

"Maybe it could be useful when you're pregnant one day."

Your grin disappeared as fast as Taemin disappeared whenever it was his turn to do the dishes. Did you just hear him right? Taemin noticed the sudden change in your behavior and cocked an eyebrow, just like last time when you two discussed the topic marriage.

"What?" he asked and it sounded annoyed as hell. "What is it again?"

"Nothing but... you can't just drop statements like that!"

You stood up from the sofa and watched him ruffle his hair. He looked pissed. "Why can't I say things like that to my girlfriend?"

"Could you please stop talking about serious topics like they're as easy as choosing a drink at Starbucks? What the hell is wrong with you, Tae?"

"I'm not saying they're easy but we can talk about it? Listen, Y/N, if we can't talk about our future..." he paused and you saw him gulp. "...then there's none."

"Taemin..." you sighed and rubbed your temples, they started to hurt like hell.

"Keep it." he groaned. You watched him with widened eyes as he grabbed jacket and keys and stormed out of the door.

This was just a bad dream, was it?

The last weeks arguments like that one turned into something regular. Suddenly you fought over stupid things, had discussions for hours and days and then ignored each other after it. Sometimes you just glared at each other and then fucked on the living room carpet or the table. Sex was the only thing where you didn't need to discuss things, it felt like a flow and you forgot for a few moments that you were in the middle of a fight.

Taemin was rough, he gave you hickeys all over your neck and chest, claiming you as his, fucking you into oblivion till neither of you couldn't walk or talk anymore. That's how your fights always ended.

But the last and worst fight ended this time with a furious Taemin who didn't came home for three days. He packed a bag with some things and left, without telling you where he headed. You assumed he stayed with one of his band members or just slept in the studio. To be honest, you didn't frickin’ care, you just couldn't stand him now.

"He isn't home yet?"

"No." you mumbled back after Kibum called you, asking what the heck was wrong with their Maknae.

"Y/N, he didn't attend practice for days! Where the fuck is he?"

"I don't know. He didn't tell me, I thought he's with you guys."

"No, clearly not! The boss is furious, okay? I needed to lie and told him something about a flu Taemin caught!"

"Where's the problem then?" You sounded bored and Kibum was shocked to say the last. You didn't know where your boyfriend went the last days and you didn't seem eager to found out.

"Y/N... what's with you two? Can we help or something? I mean we detected that there wasn't something right but either of you told us and so we-..."

"Kibum?" you cut him off and heard him hum seconds later. "If you reach him... tell him he can stay wherever he is."

You ended the call and fought the tears that formed in your eyes. Those words hurt you more than all the things and accusations Taemin had said to you. Was this it? The end of your relationship?

You felt sorry for declining all the calls from Kibum the next hours but on the other hand you didn't know what to say. There was just one person who popped in your mind, the only one you wanted to talk right now, so you called him.

"Hey..." he mumbled after picking up the phone. You probably just woke him, it was the middle of the night but as soon as Kai heard your trembling voice, he was wide awake.

"K-Kai? Can we meet?"

Kai watched you sipping the third milkshake now and just ordered new ones whenever the glass turned empty. He knew what was up, there wasn't even a need to tell him. As soon as he picked you up, your eyes red and swollen and Mascara slightly smeared, he already knew that it had to do with his best friend.

After sitting in that small bistro, for more than an hour now, you started talking and told him everything. Between your sentences, tears rolled over your hot cheeks and Kai handed you silently new tissues. He just listened to you and all the concerns that bubbled in your mind, not interrupting you even once.

"So..." he began after you finished talking and the waiter handing you a new milkshake "...all the small discussions, between you two, turned into big fights and then Tae just left, days ago?"

"Y-Yeah..." your voice broke and Kai nodded. "He was with you, r-right?"

Kai nodded again. Of course, Taemin was, Kai was his best friend for years now, the two men knew each other better than their small back of their hands.

"Yes. He headed to our dorm and stays there right now."

Kai didn't like it to interfere in another people’s business. People did it with his and Krystal's relationship and it was just the worst... In the end they broke up exactly of that reason. But right now, he felt sorry for you and for his best friend, years of friendship turned into love and now into fights and accusations...

"Y/N, Taemin told me his side too and to be honest, and after hearing both sides, I understand each one. Tae's afraid of losing you, you're his first serious relationship and he likes to show that so it's normal for him to talk about your future. On the other hand, there's you. I truly believe you're afraid of taking the next step, and I can understand that! Your previous relationship lasted four years and Jackson even proposed to you but then cheated and your life fell apart, right? You're afraid that you get hurt again, that your life, what's pretty stable now, collapse again just like a card house. Am I right?"

You stared at him, speechless. Kai hit the bullseye and summarized your fears and concerns in a short speech.

"Kai?"

"Hmm?"

"Not that I want it right now but... Do you think... he would be a good father?"

"I think..." he started and then smiled "...he would be a great father, Y/N. And I also think that you already know that."

"But... I don't even know if I want to have kids someday! Jackson and I just once talked about it... He didn't want any and I... I didn't know and never thought about it again. After we broke up, marriage and having children weren't an option for me anymore, I just wanted to heal and Taemin helped me through it! Weeks later we started dating and believe me when I tell you that I love him with all my heart but..."

"But you don't want to think about the next step yet." Kai finished the sentence and you nodded quickly.

"Yeah! The magic word here is yet. I don't want it yet!"

"I understand how you feel, I'm pretty sure I would feel the same. But maybe you should tell him the same as me right now. He won't reject you, Y/N. He would give everything for you, even his career. He would end it within a blink of an eye, not even think about the consequences from the company. You found yourself a man who loves you more than himself and that, my sweet little Y/N, is rare in today's world."

You knew, everything he just said, was 100% true. Maybe all those fights were a big misunderstanding, each one too afraid to be honest enough about your fears...

"I should call him, right?" you asked after a few minutes and Kai laughed.

"Why are you always asking things you already knew. Yeah, go ahead and call him, I bet he's still awake and plays games with Sehun and Chanyeol."

"Alright..." you sighed and grabbed your bag when your phone suddenly started ringing. You gasped and turned your head to Kai.

"Maybe he had the same thought as you." he winked and you couldn't stop the big smile what spread on your face. You answered the call faster than ever before, too excited and stirred up in your emotions.

Kai observed your face and came fast to the conclusion that it wasn't Taemin who called. Your smile faded with every second the call continued and you just hummed here and then, said small "I understand" and "Okay's".

"Who was it?" he asked after you ended the call. Your lips formed a stern line and your fingers played with a napkin on the table while you seemed lost in your thoughts.

"The hospital..." you took a deep breath "...Jackson had a heart attack."

"What?" Kai sat up in his chair and leaned a bit forward. "And why did they call you?"

"Because he's alone here in Seoul and doesn't have any family members left..." you explained, suddenly feeling melancholic and put back in time when your ex-boyfriend told you that he's an orphan.  

"And it seems that I'm still his emergency contact after all this time..."

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Feral // Frank Castle x Reader

Pairing: Frank Castle x POC!Reader Word Count: 1.6k+ Warning: Smut, Language, Blood mentions

Summary: Lusting after your obnoxiously hot neighbor finally gets you caught...not that you’re complaining.  

A/N: Goddammit Sarah. (I might continue this if more people like it??)

“Oh Frank...” you moaned as you feverishly sank your fingers into your aching and throbbing cunt. Sprawled out on the couch in your living room, you’d spent the last thirty minutes edging yourself to the thoughts and fantasies of Frank goddamn Castle. Again.

You couldn’t stop yourself anymore. You hadn’t even spoken more than a few sentences to the man yet he seemed to haunt your every waking thought. Ever since he moved into your building, Frank had this way about him that drove you absolutely nuts. He was wild. He was dangerous. He was intrinsically feral. He couldn’t, wouldn’t be tamed. Frank Castle was everything you loved about a man. You could picture him now: strutting down the halls, lugging his pack while covered in bruises and blood from whatever ever the hell it was he did for a living. You couldn’t be bothered to give a damn, especially not when someone looked as good as he did. Everything about him enticed you. His thick and muscular frame, his strong jaw, his sturdy yet gentle fingers. He didn’t know it but he was walking temptation; you were just waiting for the day you got lucky enough to give into it.

You weren’t the only going mildly crazy over the palpable tension between the two of you. Since the day he came home to find you bent over in the hallway while picking up your grocery bags, Frank longed to know the feeling of you. There was just something about you that he couldn’t shake. He spent so many nights alone feverishly thrusting himself into his hand to your cries of pleasure. He actually had to force all thoughts of you from his brain whenever he went on a mission because you were the worst kind of distraction. He was beginning to lose his mind.

You didn’t know the things you did to him. You didn’t know that the way you flipped your dark hair made him want to lose his fingers in it as he sank his teeth into your neck. You didn’t know that the way you smiled made him long to see just how pretty you looked with your lips wrapped around his cock. You didn’t know that even the way you walked made him desperate to feel just how good your legs felt locked around his waist while he was buried deep inside you.

Wrapping your hand around your own throat, you increased the pace of your fingers inside you. The walls of your apartment were paper thin; your moans echoed down the hall. You didn’t know it at the time, but Frank could hear every sound you made. When he heard his name tumble from your lips, he made up his mind. Enough was enough.

The thickness of your three fingers filling you up was but a tease for what you really wanted. The ache in your belly was beginning to become unbearable; you couldn’t take it anymore. Your moans got louder. The edge was closer. You curled your fingers and thrust them harder. You were almost-- the sound of someone pounding on your front door shocked you back into the present.

“Son of a bitch!” you hissed angrily. After pulling on your previously discarded shirt and shorts, you quickly washed and dried your hands in the kitchen. Your hand hovered over the knob and you briefly wondered if they’d go away when you didn’t answer.

“No need to pretend, sweetheart. I could hear you from my living room,” Frank’s smug voice came from the other side.

“Shit!” you hissed again under your breath. If you were being honest, a small part of you had hoped he'd finally take a hint. There's only so many times a girl can ‘accidentally’ drop something before she starts looking completely ridiculous. Opening the door, you bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning at the sight of the frazzled man standing shirtless in front of you.  He wore nothing but grey sweats that hung dangerously low around his thick waist. You mentally cursed. It was like he was doing this on purpose!

Frank was already on the verge of combustion before you opened the door. The sight of your sex-mussed hair, haphazardly thrown on clothes and bottom lip between your teeth was enough to make him want to lose it right there. He could still smell the faint scent of your arousal. Before he could open his mouth, you cocked your head to the side and smirked at him.

“Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to come in and give me what I so obviously want?” you teased. Frank groaned inwardly. Yeah, you were definitely going to be the death of him. Two steps were all it took to crush your body to his. The surprised squeak you let out at his abruptness made him chuckle. Slamming the door behind you both, he picked you up with ease, whirled around and pinned you against it. The time for foreplay was long over.

Franked moaned into your mouth at the feeling of your wet heat against him. The smell of you overwhelmed his senses. It didn’t matter how deeply he kissed you; he was a man dying of thirst and you were his salvation. Your hair tickled his skin. Your fingernails raked his back possessively. The taste of your kisses would live permanently on his tongue. He knew he’d be feeling you for a long time.

You were so turned on, your shorts didn’t stand a chance. They were completely soaked through. Kissing Frank was everything you imagined it to be. His lips were soft yet rough against yours; his desire for you was untamed. His large hands cupped your ass roughly while he steadily rocked himself against you. When you sank your teeth into his bottom lip he actually growled at you.

“Careful, sweetheart. You might unleash something you can’t handle,” he murmured between kisses. You unwrapped your legs from his waist and pushed him away.

“Careful, Castle,” you mimicked him, “You might have finally met your match.” Frank raised a thick eyebrow at you in disbelief. Turning your back to him, you stripped off your shirt and walked away. The sight of your dark skin was completely tantalizing. Frank was completely mesmerized at how the low lighting of your apartment seemed to make you glow. With his bottom lip between his teeth, he palmed himself roughly as he watched you stalk your way to your bedroom. You might actually be his match.

Frank wasn't surprised that you had already gotten started in the time it took him to collect himself and follow your trail of clothing.

“Leave any of that for me?” he asked.

“You took too long,” you chastised him. He tossed you a smirk before stripping his sweats and joining you on the bed. His larger frame dwarfed yours as he hovered over you.

“I gotta tell ya, baby girl,” he said while nibbling your earlobe, “the sound of you moaning my name tonight damn near killed me.”

“I wasn't sure how many more hints I needed to drop before you got a clue,” you giggled.

“I'll make it up to you.” You moaned softly at his words and curled your fingers in his hair. You could feel the dribbles of precum leaking from his cock onto your skin. The heat from his body and the tension between you left your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. You were done with being teased.

“Hey Frank…?” you asked. He hummed in response; his mouth was currently busy leaving hickeys on your skin.

“Wanna find out how it sounds when I scream it?” Before he could even process what you said, you'd flipped the two of you over onto the mattress. As you straddled his waist, you traced a solitary finger along his jawline.

“What a sturdy looking seat,” you praised. Taking the hint, Frank chuckled, gripped your waist and pulled your body to his mouth.

“I'm not gonna stop till I've had my fill,” he warned. You smirked; did he think you'd scare easy?

“Neither will I.”

Frank feasted on you. Your cunt was a 3-course meal in a 5-star restaurant and he was licking every plate clean. Your near painful grip on his curly hair was just about the only thing that kept him from obtaining the release he so desperately craved. While his tongue wrote Grecian epics on your clit, his thick fingers filled you better than your own ever could. Tossing your head back, you rode his face feverishly.

“Frank! Frank! Frank! Oh shit...oh!” you cried. Your moans were a sonata to his ears and he couldn't get enough of hearing you. Swirling his fingers inside of you, he sucked gently on your clit.

“Fuck!! Frank!” you screamed. The force of your orgasm tore through your body. Your hips bucked harshly against his face; you’d relish the burn of his beard on your inner thighs for days. Frank happily lapped up all you had to offer him. The aftershocks of your release kept you from coming down as his tongue gently licked you clean. In all your years and all your lovers, no one had ever made you cum as hard or as long as riding the face of Frank Castle did. It was beginning to look like it was you who had indeed met her match. Sensing your overstimulation, Frank gently pulled you from his face and rolled you onto the bed. It took a few moments for you to calm down; he rubbed soothing circles into your soft skin to aid your come down. You’d never pegged him as the gentle type.

“Had enough?” he teased. You snorted and cracked one eye open to look at him. The bastard had the audacity to grin like a goddamn wolf who’d cornered his prey.

“Absolutely not,” you snorted as pulled him on top of you and ground your sopping cunt against him, “now it’s time for the main course.”

End?

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