#u knew i had to throw collarbones in there

[mushiewrites]

Sorry you are big sad plz feel better soon :(

For the cute headcanon all of the Dteams necks are ticklish on different levels.

They go from just a flinch with a small giggle to a squeal and a full belly laugh. From just raising their shoulders to a full body collapse on the couch or even the ler.

And yes they do that thing where there’s two lers or two lees and they go from tracing the jaw line to blowing raspberries between the neck and shoulder.

fluffy thank you ):

…..also sit back and get ready bc i’m about to rant about dteam neck tks (:

(@emmadoodlewrites uh u might wanna get in here)

dream

i think dream has a pretty sensitive neck. i think light traces get him, as well as when someone squeezes the back of his neck or if they blow raspberries or do nibbles on the sides of it ): dream starts out with these lil high pitched giggles when the tkling is light, but as soon as it’s squeezing or nibbles or raspberries he’s wheezing and pleading and laughing. and he’d be trying so hard not to squirm away but it tks so damn bad he can’t help it. if dream is being pinned down, he’s still squirming, but mostly just doing little pathetic kicks or hitting the floor, couch, bed, etc. with his fists ):

george

hear me out - i think george is extremely sensitive on his neck. he is so flinchy and squirmy everytime someone even reaches near his neck or shoulder area that i think he just is so helplessly tklish there. george, much like sap, i think would be sensitive to all types or tks there - soft, rougher, squeezing, raspberries, nibbles….you name it, its gonna make george giggle. sometimes with lighter ones it’s just fluttery light giggles, but then other times it’s high pitched cackles between begging and “nohohoho nohohoHOHOT THAHAHAHAT!” (that’s to raspberries and nibbles under his ear). he absolutely is the type to just go dead weight, whether that means collapsing into something or someone, or slowly (or immediately) falling onto the ground below him - which only leaves room for more torture tbh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

sapnap

my baby boy. my tklish little guy. the man the myth the legend. sapnap. and oh boy, does my baby have a sensitive lil neck. sapnap is the worst out of the three of them. if someone even breathes near his neck, he goes into a slight giggly panic, bringing his shoulders up to his ears and his arms across his chest in case he needs to quickly grab someone’s hand, or push someone’s face away. everything you could think of doing that would tk someone’s neck? it works on sap. feathers? he’s giggling. light nail strokes? he’s laughing. nibbles and raspberries? he’s fucking hysterical. this is where george and dream come in, and where the whole two lers run fingers up and down someone’s jaw and along the sides of their neck. it also means double raspberries, and it also means one of them holding saps arms out while the other nibbles and blows raspberries into sapnaps neck. they would hold him down on his tummy, pulling the collar of his shirt down slightly to blow raspberries into the nape of his neck and as far down between his shoulder blades as they could go. and then they’d flip sap, and he’d be begging, because he knows this means that there’s not only nibbles and raspberries at the sides and base of his neck, but also to his extremely tkly collarbones 🥰

[absdoll]

drug dealer! ellie!! reader’s brother is a usual customer of hers but he’s busy or whatever so he asks reader to go pick it up 😈🤭

cw: car sex ♡ , kinda player!ellie , mentions of weed & smoking it , strap sucking (e!rev) , strap sitting (r!rec) <3 that’s it !

also songs are linked throughout this , just to add to the dealer!ellie hot car sex ambiance hehe ♡

“dude, can you stop being such a fucking baby and just go?!” your brother hisses at you, frantically packing for his soccer match. “if i get home from this game and i don’t have anything to smoke, i’m beating your ass.” he rolls his eyes as he walks out of the door, “i’ll text you her address and let her know you’re coming, don’t fuck this up.”

ellie. ellie williams. ellie auburnettetattedsofuckinghot williams. the scrawny masc you’ve had a crush on since junior year of high school. you’ve maybe said 5 words to each other, in passing when she glares at you with her hazel eyes, making you squeeze your thighs together. “sup?” she’ll nonchalantly throw at you, not knowing you go home and ride your fingers to the sound of her voice.

your phone buzzes as you’re about to get in your car, an unknown number.

8:29pm “yooo, u on the way? i got somewhere to be”

“ohmyfuckinggod” you mutter under your breath. you manically type a response, not even thinking before pressing send.

8:31pm “yeah! be there soon sorry!”

8:34pm “all good cutie”

the butterflies in your stomach are swarming. as if you weren’t already nervous to face your going on 4 year crush, she just … flirted..? with you? it’ll be a miracle if you even survive the drive over there.

you pull up to an apartment complex, the 3rd floor balcony lit up with purple LED lights. your phone buzzes again.

8:59pm “this u?”

you look back up to the balcony, now seeing a lanky figure in a black tank top, grey sweatpants, batman socks, and a black beanie leaning over the railing. she nods her head up at you, and you can just hear her silky smooth voice saying “sup?”, but this time you can’t relieve the pressure between your legs.

9:00pm “do i come up there or??”

it’s been 5 minutes since you sent that text.

before you know it, there’s a subtle knock on ur passenger window. it’s dark outside, no streetlights in the parking lot, but you knew it was ellie. you unlock the door, and she dips her head in, slouching down into the seat next to you.

ellie smirks, eyeing you up and down, noticing the way your thighs erupt in goosebumps at her stare. you’re wearing black denim shorts and a black tube top, ellie’s eyes immediately falling to your collarbones.

“it’s $35” she says in a low tone, handing you a sealed ziploc bag.

your fingertips touch her hand as you grab it from her, causing you to choke on your words, “c-cool, thanks” you smile at her, feeling like your nerves are gonna make you pass out at any second.

ellie’s so calm and collected, watching you nervously fumble with your wallet trying to retrieve the cash your brother gave you. and god, she smells so good. her scent is intoxicating. vanilla mixed with musk and sugar and leather.

all of a sudden you feel her hand fall on your thigh. “nervous or something?” she teases. she grabs at the jelly flesh with one hand and pulls a joint out of her pocket with her right hand. you audibly let a big sigh fall from your mouth when her hand leaves to light her joint. ellie passes the burning paper to you, and you don’t smoke so you’re just holding it, contemplating to make yourself look cool by taking a puff. she’s adjusting her sweatpants — and that’s when you notice it. the thick bulge outlined in her pants, her eyes fluttering up to yours.

“wanna sit on it?” she chuckles, grabbing the joint from your hand. you can’t tell if she’s serious or not, so you just giggle back.

“open up.” ellie takes a long drag, yellowish smoke filling her mouth.

you’re confused, but in an effort to not embarrass yourself, you open your mouth. ellie’s face now inches away from yours, her eyes staring deep into your nervous gaze. she blows the thick smoke into your mouth, “inhale.” she whispers.

within a minute, your nerves have subsided and you feel lighter. ellie watches as you shift in your seat, putting your hands under your thighs. “are you cold? i’m cold. do you care if i turn the a/c off?” you ramble at ellie. she smirks, “first time smoking?”

you roll your eyes at her, the car quieter now without the buzz of the air conditioning. “you ever heard of a hotbox?” ellie says, shifting her body towards you. you shake your head ‘no’ and ellie just giggles. “c’mere” she motions for you to sit on her lap.

“w-what? why?” you spit out, embarrassed immediately.

“your eyes haven’t left my crotch since you noticed my cock that’s tucked in my pants. if you want it, jus’ c’mere.” she hits the joint again, blowing smoke towards your face.

she adjusts her seat, making room by her feet for you sit on the floor. you’re on your knees, looking up at her with reddened eyes.

“go ‘head, take it out” she lowly mutters to you, not even looking at you, she’s preoccupied by trying to connect her bluetooth to your car speaker.

your shaky hands move to the band of her sweatpants, sliding them down just enough for her purple, curved, silicone strap to plop out onto her lap.

her eyes dart to yours, grinning at the look of amazement on your face.

ellie uses one hand to wrap around the back of your neck, guiding your head closer to her crotch, the other hand twisting the volume nozzle up, speakers blaring. “open your mouth angel” she breathes out. as your lips part, she swipes her thumb across your bottom pout, slipping the tip of her cock towards the back of your throat. her hand moves up to grab a fistful of your hair, “gooooood, good job baby” she praises.

as ellie bobs your head up and down, you start moaning around her girth. “mmm you like this baby? like my cock deep in your throat? dirty girl.” you nod up at her, causing her to throw her head back.

ellie’s one hand atop your head, other hand typing on her dimly lit phone screen. “gotta make this quick, told you i had somewhere to be.” she throws her phone into the backseat, moving both hands to the back of your neck. her thrusts are quick and steady, grunts falling from her chapped lips.

“mm fuck, you’re drooling b-baby” she half chuckles and half stutters, the base of her strap striking her clit. “uuuuuhhh fuuuuuck” she breathes out.

“f-fuck, get on top.” ellie grabs you by your hair, hands moving to your hips, setting you down slowly on her long, wet member.

“o-ooh s-shit-uuhhhh” you moan out, the feeling of her thickness sliding deep inside you. her hands still groping your ass, slamming you up and down on her length. “bounce on it baby.” she grunts out as she pulls your tube top down, revealing your fatty tits.

ellie moves her hands to behind her head. watching as your boobs slap against your chest. your moans barely audible as the rap song fills the car, “lemme hear you, l-louder” she’s doing little to no work, her hips every once and awhile bucking up into you, which causes you to yelp and ellie lets out a chuckle.

“mm-ahh ellieeeeuuhhggh” “f-feels s’fucking gooduuuhhh” you’re practically screaming at this point, ellie’s eyes filled with darkness and lust, just watching as you fuck yourself on her cock.

your legs start to shake, inner thighs sore from relentlessly pounding your pussy on ellie’s strap. “need help baby?” ellie wraps her arms around your waist, lifting her hips up. she stops her movements, grinning as you whine from sudden lack of friction.

ellie stuffs her cock deep inside you, watching her girth move in and out of you, agonizingly slow. “m-more ellie p-please” you’re whining and she takes it as her cue to vigorously thrust up into you.

“ommm-mm-g-go-god-dduuuhhh” with every slam of ellie’s hips, your moans get louder.

you start cumming all over ellie’s cock, her dark red bush covered in your slick.

your high is dizzying, you open your eyes in a tired, fucked out state to see ellie, again, typing a text on her phone.

she pats your ass, “that was hot baby, but i gotta go.” as you slide yourself off her lap, falling into your seat and pulling your shorts back up, ellie goes to open the car door. “tell your brother you’ll pick up for him more often.” she tuts with a grin.

you feel your whole face start to burn as she slams the door and walks away.

did that just happen?

a/n : hi hi ♡ i’m well aware this isn’t the best , i’ve mentioned i’m struggling to write lately & it shows ! i’m proud of the concept & whatnot , just bad writing gdjdhjsjs . anyways i need to bounce on ellie’s strap rn u don’t understand .

🌙 @whore4abby @enbesbians @hersweetheart 🌙

[cjlouwho]

gimme buck and tommy meeting during a call and getting the chance to squeeze in a lil bantering and a goodbye smooch. i need it like i need air

“Well, fancy seeing you here.”

Buck turned around at the familiar voice, eyebrows furrowed in confusion even as the smile grew on his face. “Wha- I thought you were in the chopper?”

Tommy shook his head. “Parker's up there today. I may have asked if I could work ground ops when I heard the 118 was responding to the call too.”

It was a pretty intense fire that started on the roof of an apartment complex. With the wind, and the closeness of nearby buildings, there was worry it would spread fast if not quickly contained.

Thankfully, everything went smoothly. The building had been cleared and the fire was out. The crews from each department were now working on getting all their gear back in order so they could leave.

A blush rose on Buck's cheeks. “And why would you do that?”

“Oh, you know,” Tommy took a step closer to Buck, “I haven't seen Howie in a few weeks so I thought I'd catch u-”

Buck reached out and gave Tommy a playful push before he could finish the sentence. “Asshole,” he muttered.

Tommy laughed, face scrunching up tight. God, Buck loved that face.

“I wanted to see you, Evan,” he admitted. “It's been almost two weeks of opposite schedules. I'm about to file a report accusing the LAFD of being homophobic for keeping us apart.”

“I'd sign my name to it,” Buck agreed.

“So, not an overreaction?”

Buck moved even closer to Tommy. “If anything we should be doing more.”

Tommy's eyes moved to Buck's lips. “Anything specific in mind?”

“Guys, I'm seriously so close to throwing up,” Chimney interrupted, carrying the ax back to the truck. “Get a room.”

“In fifteen hours we will be in a room!” Buck yelled out to him, then quietly added for only Tommy to hear, “And we will not be leaving the room for forty-eight hours.”

Tommy smirked. “What if we get hungry?”

“Our lube is edible.”

“You know, Athena and I have made out between a firetruck or two,” Bobby mentioned as he passed by, patting Buck on the shoulder. “We leave in five.”

Years ago, Bobby would have been trying to steer Buck away from inappropriate workplace behavior, and maybe he still should be, but Buck had spent his last couple shifts becoming increasingly pouty. Plus, Tommy wasn't a one night- or, better yet, a one shift- stand. They were coming up on eight months together and apparently still couldn't get enough of each other.

Tommy would have laughed at the shocked look on Evan's face, but the go ahead from Bobby was all that he needed to be grabbing Evan's hand and leading him to a space between a fire truck and an ambulance. Tommy pushed him against the ambulance, brought his hands to Buck's waist, and practically smashed their lips together. Buck moaned, happily surprised as Tommy's tongue licked into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around Tommy's shoulders, bringing him closer.

“Where were you?” Buck asked when they pulled apart for air.

“West stairwell. You?” Tommy kissed him again before he could give an answer.

“East, mmm, east stairwell,” he gasped, Tommy working his way down Buck's jaw to his neck. “God, Tommy. We just m- missed each other.”

“Hmm,” Tommy hummed against the top of his collarbone, the vibrations giving Buck chills. He had never even felt Tommy undo his turnout jacket for better access. “Seems like we did that for quite a few years.”

Tommy knew how Buck felt about all their missed connections. He'd spent so much time going over all the events throughout the years where they could have or should have met, or almost did meet. While Buck did get bummed that they didn't know each other all those years ago, the fact that they finally did meet at what seemed to be the perfect time for them both was one of his biggest turn ons.

He reached up and got ahold of Tommy's face, bringing him back to his lips. “I love you... so much,” he mumbled out between kisses.

“I love... you more.”

“Amazing what you can see when you've got a bird's eye view,” a voice rang out over the radio. Tommy pulled back from their kiss, and they both looked up at the chopper hovering above them, giving a wave. “Parker will never let me hear the end of this,” Tommy laughed out.

Buck rolled his eyes playfully, then pressed the button on his radio. “I'm sure it's beautiful. I hope you took pictures.”

A few seconds passed before Parker got back on the radio. “Oh, don't you worry about that,” he said, laughter evident in his voice. The helicopter began to move away from above them. “Pilot Parker heading back to Harbor Station.”

Buck was starting to lean back in when the radio came to life again.

“Captain Nash to Buckley, we're heading out in one minute. I repeat, heading out in one minute.”

“Got it, Cap,” Buck answered. “On my way.”

Tommy sighed, gazing deeply into Evan's eyes. “I'll see you soon, okay? Be safe.”

“Fifteen hours?”

Tommy ran his hands up and down Evan's waist, pressing a final kiss to his lips before they had to part ways. “Fifteen hours.”

[starzblvd]

Me Espresso.ᐟ

Ellie thinks coffee tastes disgusting, but you taste delicious. Do u guys get my fire references in here, hope you babes enjoy 🍽️ Band!Ellie Bsf!ellie college!au

Hot summer nights while having your knees digging your weight into the carpet floor of your best friends small dorm room was starting to become weekly routine. Making band tees with cheap markers for her band that had its fair amount of supporters, somehow they’d sell out every time they performed. It was probably because there’d only be like 20 shirts that actually looked good enough to put out for sale.

Sitting next to you was Ellie with half of a bun she struggled to keep it together had some strands fall out and onto the back of her neck. You could smell the perfume on her, you convinced her to buy it that one time she’d agreed to come shopping with you. Wanting to be helpful you had to show her the right way to wear it, by spraying it on your wrist to then rubbing it into her collarbone, just to be helpful of course.

Holding up a finished shirt Ellie grins into the cocky face you’ve gotten to love the look of,

“Oh they’re gonna love this,”

“what your 300 Spotify listeners?”

“Ouch,” Ellie looks at you playing heartbroken to then throw the shirt right at your face. It was always banter like this, with the very few times the lines almost blurred to get somewhere further. Staying away gets harder when being with her was so natural.

“Just for that I’m so not coming to your concert tomorrow.”

“Hey hey hey I need my number one fan there, plus we’re getting ice cream after.”

You’d become a groupie to her, always front lining to every concert she was able to catch a venue in, which were basically all bars. When she’d look below to you under the neon lights playing guitar it felt like such a special moment only between you and Ellie. No crowd no other band mates, as if you knew what she was thinking of and that she wanted you too. Some of your plans started to circle around her now that she was being a bit more discovered.

”You aren’t going to talk to your fan girls?”

“Nah, I’d rather spend my time with you. You know?” Staring at each other awkwardly stopped being so awkward when they’d happen so much, it’s was perfectly normal.

And with opportunity you got to be with Ellie you already knew you’d take it. As little as you knew she was wrapped around with whatever you had been involved in too, stuck and feeding off your sweetness like a bee.

June.21.24

Just like every concert you shared your special moment, no one else can say they had Ellie’s direct attention during multiple songs. This time it was more of an outside stage with sand below you. Yellow hued string lights draped above the stage and more along the audience area. The heat was really getting to Ellie, making her glow from sweat. The black T-shirt she picked out only made her condition worse. The face framing bangs she cut herself were sticking to the side of her face.

She wasn’t even singing, but being under your watch scorched her hotter. To save herself from embarrassment she mainly looked down to her guitar playing notes, but she made a mistake looking at you when a lyric of a song she made with you in thought came up.

Tell me you never wanna lose me

Cuz I know when you call you call for me

She might’ve been a little out of it when helping writing the song, but it became too late when Dina saw the scrunched up paper and kept insisting on making it an official song for a newer album.

To you it was just another lyric that was written by anyone but Ellie. If only you knew how much she relates to your desperation to be with you in every way and any position she could. Whether your batting of eyelashes at her was intentional or not her finger slipped making an unplanned squeak slip through.

‘Fuck this is so bad she probably thinks I’m shit at playing now’

Lucky for Ellie it was the final song anyways and she could get far away from the crowd and you. Other people clapped upon their leave and when they finished their set list you knew exactly where to meet her.

”You ever going to do more than eye her when we’re up there?” Dina was putting away the instruments back to take home with help from Jessie.

“What are you even saying I don’t do that,” Ellie scoffs then sits down on a blue deflated bean bag that who knows how long it’s been in this back room.

“Oh you know what I’m talking about, your friend zone is taking longer than your time with Cat.” She crossed her arms waiting for another excuse to why she hasn’t done anything after a continued semi dating friendship since freshman year.

“She’s nothing like Cat that’s why, if I lose feelings for her after getting rejected that’s one thing but losing her completely because I fucked it up is different.” Her constant fear of never getting to be near you again because of some feelings she couldn’t stop screwed her over with overthinking everything.

In her journal it was the same thing, “She liked my shirt today, I don’t want to look weird and over wear it now, but not under wear it now. Unless she’d like to see it more often or maybe she likes my style in general she’d like me in anything?? Fucking hate this gay stuff and whys it so hard.”

One of the two large metal doors swings open with you appearing, with the smile you wore she had engraved into her mind with a hot rod of metal after sketching you a few more times she’d probably ever admit. Ellie got up and cut the short distance and accepted you into her arms trying to not look like a desperate looser that flushes over a simple hug. Her ears clammy hands didn’t make her look exactly so hot and relaxed though.

“You did amazing El’s,”

“You think so?” She lit up into a smile under your praise, no matter how many times you give it to her mind melts.

“Except for the part where she messed up on the bridge.” Ellie shot a quick mean look at Jessie, but he just turned a cold shoulder before turning away.

“At least I didn’t bump into Dina’s drums 10 times,”

While Ellie kept bickering back and forth with Jessie she still held onto you, this felt like an opening to try at doing something.

A kiss on the check seemed harmless and innocent enough to take back in the case Ellie thought it was totally disgusting. Raising your head up towards her cheek nearing the corners of her smile, pressing your lips to a pout Ellie brought her face back in your direction landing the small peck on her lips. Ellie locked in place while you pulled away, not that you wanted to, but felt too embarrassed to start a kiss you didn’t know how to finish.

“El’s ‘m so sorry, you just moved out of nowhere and-“

“No, yeah mistakes happen, it’s chill or whatever,”

Her shit faced expression wasn’t helping the full pink flush saturating deeper on her face. Ellie lowered her head to wipe the bottom of her nose trying to forget the way your lips felt, your lipgloss was still sweet on her and so was the taste of it on her tongue wiping her lips clean.

Now it was your turn to feel scared and conflicted. It was too silent in the room even with the chatter of everyone else doing their own things outside. Taking back the small kiss wasn’t so easy now that it was done and got taken up a notch further.

She dropped her arms from both of your sides, looking away from you because looking at you right now felt like looking directly into the sun.

“Ellie you should start up the car we’re done here,” Jessie throws the keys at her giving her a slight knowing look to let her go and collect herself back together.

She didn’t even say anything, walked away without a goodbye or convincing enough reassurance that would calm your nerves.

“I’m gonna go home too, see you guys.” You were left with only your actions to think about. Ellie’s response to an accidental kiss made her ran away in the other away how could’ve you imagined it going any of other way? Feeling guilt and shame were the only emotions you could feel, rethinking the crush you’ve denied yourself from paying attention to and that it should’ve stayed that way.

Instead of paying attention to the kiss Ellie let her actions drive themself, not wanting to think at all. Until she hit herself with the car door, why did I act so grossed out? Making different scenarios of how it could’ve played out a million times better she thrust the keys into the ignition.

She dug out her cracked old red iPhone from her butt pocket and threw it into the passenger side. It hit something else than the leather seat, one of the lipglosses you always carry around abandoned alone. Ellie reached for it and saw the shade label, Glassy Expresso.

It sounded like the taste in her mouth from earlier, a taste you stole from her too soon. Unscrewing the lid she contemplated just trying it on. My lips are dry anyways, she swiped the applicator across her lips twice to get an even coat and rubbed it in with her lips. Some of it slipped onto her tongue, again. If only the taste of you could come along with the gloss.

Lmk if you guys want a pt.2♡🍒

[roxy-writes]

hi i have a req, what abt virgin reader doing it with captain price or ghost? >.<

ofc.

ghost x virgin!reader:)))

warnings: oral(fem receiving), unprotected sex(wrap it b4 u tap it), creampie, not proofread

he’d be so careful with you. so gentle with your pretty body, but wary of your limits. you lay with your back to the headboard, ghost between your legs. his hands rest on your hips and his thumbs dip under the waistband of your panties. he wants to get you nice and ready for him before he fucks you, wants to make you cum with both his mouth and his cock.

he presses his lips to you through your panties, mouthing at your cunt and drooling all over you. he pulls the cloth to the side, exposing your dripping pussy.

“so fucking ready for my mouth, huh love?” he whispers before his tongue darts out to lap at your clit. he holds your hips down with his hand. keeping eye contact the entire time, he moves his head lower so his tongue meets your entrance. you squirm and cry out in pleasure when he slips his tongue inside you, the feeling unfamiliar. you place your hand on the back of his head and push his face farther into your pussy. he revels in your tiny noises and the way slick drips out of you straight onto his tongue.

he’d eat your pussy forever if he could, but ghost knew you needed more. he moves his tongue to your clit and slips his fingers inside of you. it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. he just wants to be close to you, as close as he can get. and he shows it in the way he’s clearly paying so much attention to every moan, every whimper, every movement you make.

white flashes behind your eyes when you cum. the feeling spreads through your body and makes you jerk and bury your face in your arm. he looks so starstruck when he feels you clench tight around his digits.

ghost wants to fuck you so hard you’ll be rendered unable to move, to wreck your body, but he’ll hold himself back for you. he knows you’ve never had anyone touch you like he’s touching you, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. he enjoys how sensitive you are and how you twitch when he taps the tip of his cock against your clit.

he presses his thick tip against your hole. you’re so wet, he’s almost shivering in anticipation. you tell him he can push in and the noise of him entering your slick pussy is enough to make him throw his head back. he goes slow and gentle, letting you dig your nails into his back and bury your face in his neck. the stretch hurts like hell. it takes you a while to get used to it and he’s not even all the way in yet. he bottoms out and his tip is nudging so deep you can’t focus on anything else.

he starts moving and you keep your face presses into his neck. you kiss his collarbone and the veins running up his neck, feel the vibrations of his voice when he moans. you love this feeling of closeness, physical and emotional. his hips roll against yours and the smacking sound is so lewd it makes you blush.

ghost fucks you like it’s the end of the world. he just wants to make you cum, barely wary of his own needs. he links his fingers with yours in an act of tenderness that contrasts the rough movements of his hips, and when he starts hitting that perfect spot inside you, the knot in your stomach tightens. it doesn’t take much more for it to snap, soaking ghost’s cock in your cum. he moans and hugs you close as his release follows yours.

his aftercare is as good as it gets. he caresses your sore body and cleans you up. you’re so out of it, your mind hazy from the thorough fucking you’ve received. your hand touches his cheek, and he loves how soft you feel. he’s so glad it was him you chose to do this with.

[cher-rei]

Heyy,

Could u write a Jamal Musiala x reader fic

Where they are both on vacation and just go swimming on the beach but she doesn’t like swimming because she fears deep water,so he helps her

and he propose her later ,at dinner

I know it’s kinda kitschy

xoxo

bottled up– jamal musiala [ J.M ]

I will always love you [godsped– frank ocean]

pairing: jamal musiala x fem!reader

summary: a much needed trip to the maldives ends in a wave of emotions and unforgettable memories.

genre(s): fluff and a whole lot of emotions, suggestive content but it's chill

[wc: 2.3k] masterlist

notes: screaming. crying. throwing up. me when????

your jaw dropped at the breathtaking sight of the resort in front of you. jamal had surprised you with a trip to the maldives, saying that it had been so long since you too have been alone together without any interruptions.

and you were so glad that the thought dawned on him because the way that the sun soaked island looked from your hotel room was gorgeous. the azure waters, flourishing greenery, and the vibrant hibiscus flowers set a perfect backdrop for your much needed holiday.

jamal had been looking forward to this trip for weeks, eager to spend quality time with you without any pressure. he shut the door to your suite behind him, a smile on his lips as you gawked at the view from the window.

"this view is making me emotional," you joked and took a few pictures of the sunset scenery.

jamal hugged you from behind, letting his chin rest on top of your head to admire the view and appreciate the feeling of you safe in his arms. "yeah?" he laughed at your eager nod in response to his answer and gently peppered the crook of your neck with kisses.

you felt the featherlight touch of his lips start to roam, causing you to giggle. you shivered at his touch, absentmindedly tilting your head to give him more access. this probably wasn't the best thing to do at a moment like this, especially when you still had unpacking to do.

jamal's kisses grew more insistent, his hands roaming over your body and you turned around to face him, needing more. your lips met instinctively, your fingers tangled in his hair which caused him to let out a satisfied moan.

taking this as a sign, he took a few steps back that had the two of you stumbling back toward the bed, your laughter mingling with the sound of the crashing waves outside. the energy between the two of you was playful, nothing short of a giggling mess. but you loved it.

"I know I said that I was tired when we landed." his kisses moved from your lips to your jaw, down your neck, and across your collarbone. "but I think I'll be good for another hour."

disregarding your laughing state, he gently pushed you back onto the mattress, the playful twinkle in his eyes never leaving as he looked down at your smiling figure.

you covered your face with your hands in attempt to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. "an hour?" the shock in your voice made him smirk, and he pulled your hands from your face.

"baby, if you want two then I'll be more than happy to--"

"--jamal!"

the following morning, you woke up feeling more relaxed than ever. the atmosphere was enough to lull you to sleep for at least a week, but there was still much exploring to do.

jamal made sure to have you up and ready for breakfast in record time so you could be out for some sightseeing. his excitement for this trip was jarring and it warmed your heart knowing that he finally got a chance to rest after the season he's had back home.

it was filled with ups and downs and you recalled the evenings where he would come home from practice and lay himself down on your chest. no words were exchanged in moments like those, instead you'd gently trial your hand on his back.

in minutes you'd have him fast asleep with his head resting in the crook of your neck, his light snores of exhaustion tugging at your heart as a reminder of how hard he worked. all this at the ripe age of 21, so you knew that your role wasn't just to be his girlfriend, it was to be his support and home.

which was what you were doing now in your hotel room after taking a tour of the resort and eating lunch. jamal's grip tightened on your waist as he cuddled further into your side, basking in your warmth.

"I'd kill to have vacations where we could just lay like this," he muttered through a smile, a warmth spreading through his chest at the low hum vibrating from your chest. and he was just about to fall back to sleep when a wave of realisation washed over him.

he lifted his head to look down at you, flashing his trademark smile. "are you ready to hit the beach?"

you smiled back at him, though with a hint of apprehension. "sure, but you know how I feel about the ocean right?"

the ocean, or rather the depth of it was one of your greatest fears. you were one to appreciate the way it looked, and the beauty of the waves crashing and how it looked on the horizon but when it came to swimming in it, your chest tightened.

jamal understood this better than anyone and ruffled your hair teasingly. "don't worry, I'll be holding your hand the entire time. and we'll just dip our toes in, okay?"

screw jamal and his power over you, because not even 10 minutes later, you were on your way with a bag full of snacks, sunscreen, and a ridiculously sized inflatable flamingo that he insisted on bringing. when you arrived, the beach was everything you'd hoped for— clear waters, soft sand, and surprisingly empty.

your boyfriend wasted no time and set your things beside your lounge chairs, making sure that you were comfortable. before he got too excited you wave him over and took out the sunscreen.

"j, take your shirt off. you can't get it wet," you said and applied some sunscreen to your arms and legs. you were wearing a cute cream linen two-piece— shorts and a button-up shirt with your swimsuit underneath,

janal sat on the lounge chair with you standing between his legs, with a pout on his lips, clearly not wanting to put the sunscreen on. "you just wanted a reason to touch me, I know how you think."

you rolled your eyes as you smoothed the sunscreen onto his shoulders, just the sight of his toned upper body had your heart pounding but you couldn't give in.

he must've been tipped off by your lack of reply though and took it as an invitation to tease you further. there was silence as you applied the last of your sunscreen but your breath hitched at the feeling of jamal fidgeting with the hem of your shorts.

not having any of, you gently slapped his hand away. "we're done here, thanks."

to your surprise, he gladly took his leave and made sure to drag the flamingo to the water. after 10 minutes of relaxation and peaceful sunbathing, he called out to you, saying that it was time to get in.

you happily declined however, and said that your presence and the fact that you took of your shirt and shorts was enough as is. there was no need for you to get in the water instead, you stood on the water's edge and watched as he played around.

"but the flamingo is lonely without you," he whined with a pout, bringing the flamingo floaty closer.

you shook your head and kicked the water beneath your feet, which sent an unwanted chill up your spine. "no thanks. I'm fine over here."

jamal was a baby at times like this, where he would whine and beg because no matter what, he knew that you'd give in eventually. he came up to stand a few steps in front of you, the floaty still at his side.

"come on baby." he extended his hand out for you to grab. "for the flamingo?"

what was up with him and this famn flamingo?

with a deep sigh, and a roll of your eyes, you relented, watching as his eyes lit up. "fine, but if I drown, it's on you."

"deal," he said and took your hand in his, slowly taking a few steps further into the water. "I'll even throw in a free cpr lesson."

a scoff left your lips and the two of you continued to wade into the water which was now resting just above your knees. the comforting grip of jamal's hand on yours made the situation ten times better and you found yourself enjoying the feeling of the water on your skin.

"see. this isn't so bad," he said and lightly splashed you with some water and you splashed him back.

it took a bit but you were more or less fully covered by the water that was now resting at your chest. you floated around on the flamingo calmly while jamal stayed at your side in the water. it was more relaxing than you thought it would be, and you quite enjoyed the feeling.

as the afternoon went on, the two of you enjoyed the water, had fun with the flamingo and took a bunch of pictures with it, and laughed until your sides hurt. by the time the sun began to set, you were both comfortably bobbing in the water, watching the sky turn into a masterpiece of warm hues.

a few days later, you and jamal found yourselves back at the beach, this time with a picnic basket and a sense of excitement. the flamingo floaty was noticeably absent, but there was a twinkle in jamal's eyes that you couldn't quite place.

after a lazy afternoon of sunbathing and snaking, jamal suggested that you should take a walk along the shore. you were a but suspicious at first since it was starting to get late, but agreed seeing as that you wanted to spend more time with your boyfriend in this setting.

as you strolled, hand in hand, jamal kept glancing around, seemingly searching for something. you took notice of this and couldn't help but wonder. "jamal what are you looking for?" you lightly nudged his arm and he turned to look down at you with his lips pursed.

"I have a feeling that the flamingo is following us," he deadpanned, causing you to laugh. his blank expression didn't last long though, and his focus was fully on how beautiful you looked.

the way that the setting sun reflected your complexion was awing and he couldn't help but stare, his heart pounding in his chest. you were breathtaking and it took jamal a while to realise that you were talking to him.

you waved a hand in front of his face. "hello? are you okay?"

he cleared his throat and smiled. "yeah, you're distracting me that's all."

a scoff of disbelief fell from your lips at his comment but you continued to face forward, your interlocked hands swinging at your sides. the stroll continued for a bit but finally he gasped and directed your attention to something.

"it's looks like there's something in it." you squinted, spotting the bottle bobbing in the gentle waves.

jamal who couldn't contain his curiosity ran to the waters edge and picked up the bottle, inspecting it before attempting to remove the cork. he was struggling by the looks of it, and waved you over to help him.

you rolled your eyes but joined in, both of you tugging at the bottle until jamal finally popped it open, almost falling over in the process. he laughed sheepishly as he handed it over to you with a sigh.

"open it, I'm too tired I need to catch my breath," he said dramatically and took a few steps to dramatically fan himself off. you watched your boyfriend with a disapproving look as he walked off but gave in.

you uncorked the bottle and pulled out a piece of paper, laughing at how this was probably something like a few kids did a while ago. nonetheless, you unrolled it was a smile until your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

the paper read, "will you marry me?" but what confused you was that it was obviously in jamal's handwriting. "j, wha--" your sentence abruptly came to a halt when you turned around to look at your boyfriend who was dropped to one knee, holding up the most gorgeous ring you've ever seen.

a knot of emotions formed in your stomach and you were honestly about to throw up. words were lodged in your throat, your gaze softening as you looked at jamal who was nervously smiling. "I love you. I am, who I am because of you— you are every season, every hope and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens in the future, everyday that we're together is the greatest day of my life."

the tears were falling down your cheeks in record time, but you tried to wipe them back as jamal carried on speaking and all you could think of in that moment was how much you loved and appreciated every single thing about him.

a small chuckle left his lips as he watched you blink away your tears. "I have so many things to say right now but you're making me nervous-- seriously you look so gorgeous right now." the trail off was unintentional and after a beat of listening to you laugh, his heart swelled.

"just like the grains of sand that make up this beach, you make up every part of me. so before I start crying— will you marry me?"

your heart raced, a of laughter filling the air as you didn't waste a second to nod your head with an excited "yes, of course I'll marry you!"

jamal slipped the ring on your finger, picking you up and spinning you around as you both laughed. he set you down and kissed you deeply, the waves lapping at your feet as you sunk into the sand and the feeling of utter bliss.

it was when you pulled away that you heard a few more familiar screams echo through the air causing you to look behind you. at a nearby rock, sophia, aaliyah, kai and florian appeared. they were carrying— of course— the flamingo floaty, now decorated with flowers and a banner that read, "she said yes!"

you burst out laughing and looked at jamal who pulled you closer to his chest, kissing the top of your head. "I told you the flamingo was following us."

[kisses4kaia]

I've been looking everywhere for new challengers content so I'm GLAD you're asking

idk if you just want thoughts or like fic ideas (I have both if you want to let me know) but I'll start with the thoughts cuz I needed to talk about patrick zweig 24/7 sorry

I can't stop thinking about marking him/him marking me LET ME EXPLAIN just in every way possible, hickeys, bite/scratch marks, all kind of bruises (given very lovingly and consensualy ofc)

him being so cocky for basically branding and claiming you BUT being even more proud of the marks on his own body, wearing slightly shorter shorts on the court the next day so it's showing a little etc...

anonnnnn this is too good to be true thank u (college!patrick x college!reader)

you and patrick zweig were not exclusive.

he ran around his tennis court, campus, parties, the city, getting in bed with whichever warm body welcomed him—you never knew him to be picky—and you did similarly, just not nearly as indulgent as he.

but for being just friends who fool around from time to time, patrick was awfully careless. his hands would get greedy and leave lasting bruises on your hip-dips (love handles, as he likes to call them), and his cologne lingered due to his insistence on you wearing his clothes while he fucked you.

all of the tell-tale signs of his familiarity with your body weren’t fooling anybody, but more than anything it was the marks. he loved displaying his whereabouts on your body with his mouth, and there wasn’t much that could top hearing the stutter in your voice when somebody points out the nasty rash on your collarbone. there was not much, but there was something.

the one thing patrick zweig adored more than marking you, was your marking of him. it wasn’t even the product of the love-bites he liked the most, although he was quite fond of those, but it was the feral cloud that overtook you, the heat of the passion getting to you and throwing your caution to the wind. it was the eagerness you had to really fuck him well, the best. making him feel your need and desires and all of your experiences without words through your sex was his favorite part—one of yours, too. and if that meant hurting him (at least a little bit) for him to get the sentiment, you could do that.

and even when he claims you went a little bit overboard, patrick still shows up to practice with you, shorts a little shorter due to what only could have been an intentional scrunching, spreading his heavy legs on his seat with his crotch and inner-thigh hickies exposed.

art shook his head and laughed when he saw them, and the look on your face seeing them, too. all his brunette friend could say in response was “you wish that was you, huh?” nodding down to art’s glares’ subject.

the retort was taken in good jest, but the flush of his friend’s cheeks at the comment made patrick wonder what both you and art would look like with matching stains of skin, whether it be hickies or bruises on love handles. he smiled at the thought, and stood to play.

[itzyxnct]

hi author can u write ryu x karina smut?

Kinktober Day 30 (🔞)

Ryujin × Karina - Bestie

In hindsight Karina should've probably knocked but Ryujin knew that she was coming over today so the thought didn't really cross her mind, Yeji had let her in and said the Ryujin was in her room so Karina went off to find her best friend, opening the door to her dorm room and the sight that met her had her drooling

Ryujin was sat there in nothing but a pair of boxers sorting through clothes on her bed and Karina couldn't tear her eyes away staring at the way Ryujin's tits jiggled as she threw something into the pile the was accumulating on the floor

Karina was still frozen when Ryujin looked up and finally noticed her, not even bothering to cover herself when she saw the brunette oggling her body, Ryujin just smirked slightly before saying "oh hi rina, I'm just sorting through my clothes to see what I don't want anymore, you wanna help" , in Karina's state right now she had lost the filter from her brain to her mouth and ended up saying " may as well throw them all out when you look like that without them" only realising she'd said that out loud when she heard Ryujin's laugh who then beckoned her over to come and sit next to her on the bed

Karina shuffled towards the blonde, sitting down and once again not being able to look away from her chest, now up close Karina could see the way Ryujin's nipples poked out hardened due to the cold air and Karina wished to know how they'd feel in her mouth

This whole time Ryujin had been talking and Karina hadn't heard a single word too enamoured by her thoughts of what she wanted to do to the beautiful blonde in front of her, Ryujin cleared her throat trying to get her attention but it failed so Ryujin turned to Karina, softly grabbing her chin lifting her face up to make eye contact "Eyes up here Rina" Ryujin let out finding this whole situation very amusing

Karina shook her head finally coming back to the real world "oh um yeah sorry I got a bit um....distracted, what were you saying " she let out timidly and started blushing

Ryujin just smiled,  put her hand on Karina's knee and repeated herself " I said Yknow you can touch them if you want" this made Karina's eyes go wide only being able to let out a "huh" before Ryujin had lifting Karina's hand placing it on her right boob, seeing Karina lick her lips in response before looking at Ryujin again as if asking for further permission when she noticed Ryujin staring at her lips and leaning closer, Karina doing the same until hot lips were on her own

As they were making out Karina remembered where her had was and began tweaking at Ryujin's nipple pulling the hard bud between her fingers and swallowing the whine Ryujin had released into her mouth

They pulled apart to catch their breath, foreheads against eachother as Ryujin let out a breathless "fuck" and Karina pecked her lips before moving down kissing along Ryujin's collarbone trailing her tongue along the soft skin until she was living out her previous fantasy taking Ryujin's sensitive nipple into her mouth sucking harshly and letting go with a pop as Ryujin started moving her hips, her wetness growing every second until she had to beg

"Rina please,  I need you, please fuck me" upon hearing this the brunette felt like she was dreaming watching as her best friend pulled down her boxers revealing the glistening lips she'd dreamt about every night for months,  and Karina didn't need asking twice wasting no time diving into Ryujin's delicious pussy, lapping up her wetness that seemed to never end before worshipping the blondes now throbbing clit, taking the bundle of nerves into her mouth, sucking and lick like she was ravenous and would never get the chance to devour the girl ever again, feeling honoured to have been chosen

Due to Karina's new found skill Ryujin's didn't last very long, she quickly came crashing into her high, having the best orgasm she'd ever had

They lay there, Karina's head on Ryujin's still bare chest just soaking in the silence of the moment , that was until Yeji came knocking on the door "sorry to interrupt your "bestie" time or whatever but Ryujin our managers just let me know we need to be at the studio in an hour so get ready "

Ryujin sighed not wanting to leave and just stay like this forever, she pulled Karina closer reply with a quick "okay" to Yeji and placing a kiss to Karina's forehead before they both sat up Ryujin saying "yeah we should probably talk about the whole "bestie" thing now because that was just ....wow" this making Karina laugh before hugging Ryujin once again settling into her neck and whispering "I love you Ryu" making Ryujin reciprocate her actions gently stroking through Karina's hair and replying "I never thought this day would come but I love you too, I think I always have" and with that they shared one last passionate kiss before Ryujin had to get ready to leave

As Ryujin walked Karina to the door to leaver they kissed goodbye and heard Yuna and Yeji bickering in the background "See I told you Yuna, cough up, you owe me, I won the bet" making Yuna pout and shout out to Ryujin and Karina "WHY couldn't you two have kept it in your pants for 2 more months, Now I have to buy her food for a month" the younger girl let out with an eye roll making the 2 girls at the door laugh before Karina left promising to come back later that night , which turned into every night

[justcallmesakira]

hihihihi AUGH i love ur work sm?!! omg if u can fyodor with a younger sister (she has the same level of intelligence of him and works in the doa and his organaization) who is dating dazai? :) I know there are some but i need crack and suggestive!!1

ty and er bye good luck take ur time!

"Fyodor with a sister dating Dazai''

Sypnosis: Your rat brother is anything but happy about the fact that you are dating his only enemy on earth! Good luck on surviving!!!

Genre: crack, suggestive at the end

Warnings: bombing, terrorizz, , mentions of maniupulative behaviour, mentions of verlaine, roblox radgoll, loads of simping words, me being down bad, making out (lol), your mom

A/N: my reqs are currently closed but ehhhh who cares lol also THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITE HONESTLY- pls enjoy and reblog i tried my best--- *dies of mental ilness*

How bro-

JUST HOW DID U DO THAT W/O HIM BLASTING DAZAIS INTERNAL ORGANS? 🤯🤯🤯

No bcs fyodor did not even plan to let u meet dazai but ofcourse bcs of the dead apple tower and stuff and since then he had completly fallen inlove with you whether you are dostoevskys sister or not

He prob asked u to do a waltz with him in the mukokukokurokito or whatver the phuck that towers name was when you entered the castle with your brother

Fyodor WAS NOT happy because he saw the flirty glint in dazais eyes when u came

If looks cold kill-.. (KILL ME, RUSSIAN ZADD😍😍---)

And all you went was giggles and flirting back

Fyodor is prob gonna get his own medicine bcs they two are so like each other??? but he still couldnt believe how you with such high intelligence could fall for him???

(fyodor take your anemic medication first)

Dazai obv had some skeptics after you but like the manwhore he is and prob slept with the entierty of yokohama! ofc hes gonna court you as if you might not just use him!!!

Very (not) normal behaviour indeed!!

HELP YOU KNOW THAT ONE INDIAN RIZZLER VS. UWU CAT??? HES LITERLY THAT BUT

Dazai: "I fucked your sister she be screaming high pitch😈" fyodor: "What did you say, you little child i will crush your skull 😡😡😡should have known when i smile, I also play cello, i can be anything Уву"

that was UWU in russian btw-

But in all serious he will try maniupultaing you or gaslighting you into leaving dazai, he cant leave his only family to a man he does not trust! fyodor doesnt even trust himself-

fyodors gonna act a bit more colder then usual bcs of the fact HIS sister is dating someone and that someone is his enemy

Honeslty you go up to say chuuya whos like "why do i get deja vu-" *flashback to verlaine* you: "First time?"

But ofc since you are also extremely smart you somehow convinced him (after playing roblox radgoll with him for 8 hours) to let you atleast join date with dazai

I bet you rizzed up dazai by "He said his favourite colour was blue, so i blew him up😍💣"

*insert proud brother noises*

He speaks in russian or any slavic language whenever you three are in a gathering to mostly embarress dazai

I have seen some hcs on dazai being a collarbone biter so if you were off shoulder shirts and fyodor sees them by chance hes going to glare at you as if you are covered in mud :33

"Sister,,,what. is. that." *nasty side eye to the love bite on your neck*

Dazai 100% one time randomly pulled you into the alley and started aggresively making out with you with his hands literly sprawling all over your body like hes daddy long legs or sth-

Bcs HE KNEW that fyodor had cctv set in that part of the city and fyodor would be raging at the fact that the sluttiest man is touching his precious sister like that

bros gonna forgot abt human rights- oh wait hes russian

IF HE EVER CATCHES YOU TWO THO--

Like making out on some bed or sth hes actually no LIKE ACTUALLY GOING TO throw a whole ass cabinet at dazai with a face full of nothing but malice-

"How dare, an inhuman animal like you touch my very sister" "BRO CHILL I AM YOUR BROTHER-IN-LAW--"

And your just trying to stop your brother from commiting murder even though that his hobby ^^

fyodor finally forgot he had anemia bcs now all his focus was to give dazai the most painful death know to the medieval period\

Good luck on stoping your brother from poking a fork in your lovers eye in family dinners!!

A/N: guys ik i am doing the valentines req pls be patient i am trying my best!! i have a relly bad mental health rn so yeahhh-

Divider crds!: @cafekitsune

tags! @silverbladexyz @biscuits-lovely-corner @riiwrites @heartsfourdazai @tojifile @atsquie @atlasnessie @chuuyasboner @yosanosboner @ruanais @darling--angst

[seoktized]

wet dreams and matthew.. use this for evil purposes only pls. also im here yet again to babble about our timezones because IM SO MANY HIURS AHEAD OF U WHATT！！ i kinda feel bad sending asks because youre maybe sleeping😞 BUT ANYWAY, dont forget to drink water, eat and rest, MWAH (⑅•ᴗ•⑅)

LOVE YOU MOREE!!!

-🍈

babes is okay i don’t sleep until later anyways :0 but omgmgmgmg ur crazy !?!?!? but it’s okay i’m crazy too. n noo love u more !!!

with matthew having a wet dream you’d wake up to him rutting against your backside, soft moans escaping his lips. you were a bit confused but when you turned your head and saw that he was still asleep, you knew he was having a wet dream.

you reached over to turn on the lamp before you gently shook him awake. matthew was a little startled as he was deep into his dream. he blinked in confusion at you who was now giggling.

“matty, you were havin’ a wet dream,” you said as you turned towards him.

his eyes widened, a hint of embarrassment in his features.

you lifted up the covers, seeing his sweats had a wet patch on them. you glanced up to matthew who was also looking towards his problem.

“lemme help you, matt.” you said as you pushed the covers off, hands going down to the band of his sweatpants.

he nodded eagerly before lifting his hips so you could pull down his sweats. wrapping your hand around his length, matthew groaned as you stroked him gently.

“s-shit, what would i do without you?” he chuckled, throwing his head back as your hand moved quicker.

you took this opportunity to kiss on his neck and collarbone, lightly nipping at the skin.

groans and pants from filled the room as you went down to place a kiss on his tip.

“fuck- i’m cumming-!” matthew moaned, releasing hot spurts of cum all over your hands and his stomach.

you placed on more kiss on his tip before getting up to grab a towel to clean the two of you up.

once settled back in bed, curiosity took over,

“so how bout you tell me what that dream was about?” you grinned.

<3: @xinyanyan

[atxxokirina]

Pain Reliever (18+ MDNI) —

Lo'ak x Fem Na'vi reader

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Plot: You've been working as a tent healer for nearly six months. The role had it's pros and cons, but nonetheless, you loved your job. Crafting remedies, tending to injuries- anything that was related to being there for your people, you enjoyed. Once Lo'ak comes in with a specific ache in his shoulders, you decide to help him out, and be his pain reliever

Contains: Massage gone sexual, almost caught, doggy style, Lo'ak calling reader "mama", creampie, & Lo'ak making reader use their words. Let me know if I missed anything ;)

Na'vi key/Translation: Fpomtokx - health (physical) Tewng - loincloth

It was just before eclipse. Some time after the war party had returned. Not many were injured, and the most you had to deal with was a small gash on one of the warrior's legs. As you're packing your supplies into your pouch, you're interrupted by the tall, blue figure in front of you. You look up, tilting your head with a sideways smile.

"Hi, Lo'ak." You say in a sarcastic tone, shoving a tube of lotion into the bag. "Don't get too excited," he laughs, kneeling down in front of you.

"Do you need something? If not, I'm heading home." You sighed. Standing from your position, peering down at him. "Yeah, uhm," he spoke, diagonally rubbing his shoulder blade. "I have this pain in my back, think you can help me?" He stands with you now. "I wish you'd seen me sooner." You sigh with an eye roll as he smiles at your response.

"Alright, come on." You pat the cot. "Just lay down, I'll get to you in a second." He nods, strutting over to your cot as he plops down. "Thanks, mama." Your ear twitches at the name. "U-Uh huh. No problem.." You bend over to your pouch, searching your fpomtokx oil.

You knew him calling you 'mama' probably meant nothing, but the way he said it almost made you fall to your knees. As you pull out the closed tube of oil, you make your way back over to him.

"How long has it been hurting?" You ask, dotting the liquid into your palm. Lo'ak smiles warmly as you walk over, laying down as ordered. "Maybe a day or two? But it's nothing too bad. I'm still mostly fine." He lets out a tiny sound of relief once you apply the ointment to his skin. "That feels great.." Lo'ak groans quietly.

"That's good," you clear your throat, pushing into his lower collarbone. Closely watching as he closes his eyes. You carefully listen in on his low moans, keeping an eye on the way he bites his lips. It sounds like music when it's from him. You can feel butterflies forming in your stomach, and a small pool of wetness fill your tewng. "It really helps when someone else does it." He mumbles, still in a trance.

"Yeah? Well I'm glad I could help." You smile, pressing one last time onto his shoulders before you cap the tube. Lo'ak sat up after you finished. His dark auburn eyes focused on yours.

And, fuck, he is so hot like this. His entire body oiled up, and tender.. words cannot describe how badly you wanted him in this moment.

And if the Great Mother gave you a chance, you'd suck his di-

"Everything okay?" Lo'ak tilts his head to your view, pulling you from your deep thoughts. "Y-Yes, everything's fine. Sorry," You apologize, tripping over your words. "If the pain returns, please come see me again. I'll do my best to help you." You nod.

"Mhm. Yes ma'am." Lo'ak replies. His voice raspy and husk, almost throwing you in another daydream. Just as you turn around, you feel a large set of hands pull you back. You yelp in surprise, feeling your ass press against Lo'ak's hard on. You can hear his soft chuckles. He's loving your reactions.

Lo'ak stood from his seat, pressing into you more, and his bulge is more prominent with your pussy now. Without a word, he starts to kiss your lower back, slowly caressing your skin and holding onto your waist. He whispers into your neck before gently biting your it. "Mmm.. Don't go just yet."

You almost gave in to his advances as your eyes flutter closed, until you remembered where you were.

"Lo'ak, what if someone walks in.." You quietly speak before he claws into your pelvic bone, forcing your ass to press into his dick. "Shit, mama.. you think I give a fuck about that?" He groans, dry humping you now. You feel a fire bubbling inside of you, mixed with butterflies and the pulsation of your cunt. He pulls the front of his loincloth down, his cock springing out and lightly tapping your back.

Lo'ak continues to grind his cock against you as he begins untying your loincloth. "Feel me, baby?" He huffs, desire growing by the second. Eventually, he gets your loincloth off. Pulling one last string as it instantly falls to your feet.

You let out a full moan as you felt his warm cock against your ass. He holds your waist with one hand while fisting his cock with the other, teasing your slick slit. "Uh.." You quietly mewl, leaning your head back into his shoulders. Lo'ak smirks at your submissiveness. "Mhm, that's right." Your core parts are heating up with arousal. It's useless to resist now.

You start to buck back onto his cock, sliding back and forth as he held it in place. "Oh, fuck yeah.. That's it, mama. Keep that pussy on me." Lo'ak moans. His hold on your waist only becoming more firm. You whine in response as you get completely lost in the feeling.

His mushroom-like head is prodding against your clit, pushing an addicting feeling with each tiny thrust. "Tell me what you want." He demands, swiftly moving the hand that was on your waist to your mound, ghosting his fingers over it. "Ah- I-I want you, please." You whimper.

"Mmh.." He inches his cock into you, gently parting your lips as the tip slides in. He stops once his head is submerged inside of you. "C'mon, you can do better than that. Beg harder." He demands. "Please, please, Lo'ak. Just fuck me.. I want it so bad, I need it. Make me feel good, please.." You continuously beg, and it's simply music to his ears.

"That's better." He affirms before shoving his full length inside of you. You squeal as he uses your hips as leverage, panting with each thrust. Lo'ak's motion doesn't stop, he's fucking you like his life depends on it.

"This little pussy feels so fucking good around me." He grunts with a sharp exhale, throwing down one smack to the right side of your ass. You cry out, followed by a moan. "Look at the way it bounces back for me, shit.." He chuckled.

"P-Pleaseee, Lo'ak. Don't stop!" You cried another beg. "Ah..haah!- nghhh!" The quick rythm he's obtained causes your sweet spot to coil up, you gasp and mewl at every chance you get as his cock knocks the wind out of you. "You love this dick, don't you?" He hums, slowing down and grinding his hips up into your cunt.

"M-Mhmm!" You respond, completly drunk off of him. "Nah, say you love it. I wanna hear you, mama." His thrusts come to a halt, making you whine. "No, no.. Why did you stop?" You try to fuck yourself back onto him, but he holds you in place, leaning down to your ears.

"Say it."

His voice was deep. A type of deep you couldn't resist, even if you tried. "I love your dick, Lo'ak. Ah! I love it so much. Please, keep fucking me." You whimpered. It seemed to be enough because just at that, he goes right back to pounding you into oblivion. You mewl and screw your eyes shut, practically screaming for him as his cock twitches against you, closed in by your walls. "You're gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that. Hmhng, fuck.."

You convulse. Trying your best to follow his pace as your climax approaches. "I'm gonna cum too! Oh fuck, fuck!" Lo'ak dug his nails into you, his low groans only helping your cum build up inside. "Fuck, baby. I'm c-cumming inside you.. Cum with me!" He threw his head down, pelvis hitting your ass while his warm seed filled your womb.

"Take all this cum, take it all for me, baby."

You whine as your natural liquids mix with each other, hearing it gush and seep out of you as his pulls out. "Fuck.." You sigh, immediately laying down as your legs tremble. He leant against the cot, looking down at you, his breath also absent.

"Y/n," Lo'ak starts. "I know you're tired but, we can't rest here." You mumble nonsense, far too fucked out to care about what he's saying. As he's fitting his tewng back on, he reaches down to grab your arms. "Come on, you can sleep at my—"

"Hello? Y/n? Have you seen my brother?"

All laziness jumps out of you once you hear Neteyam at your door. You shoot a concerned look toward Lo'ak as you heart pumps. He shakes his head at you, mouthing the words, "No"

You're internally freaking out. If you could ever magically disappear, now would be the time.

"Y/n, are you there? Can I come in?" Neteyam knocks again.

"No! No, he's not here." You hurriedly respond.

"Oh, well do you know where he might be?"

You look over at Lo'ak again for an answer. He shook his head. "No, Neteyam. Sorry." You gulp. "I'll let you know if I see him." You add on, a nervous laugh escaping you.

"Ah, alright. I'll see you later then." Neteyam speaks through the door one last time before hearing his footsteps fade away.

— 𓆉

A/N: hi guys, I know I've been dead for the past couple of weeks 😭 I was on somewhat of a hiatus. I've been sooo overwhelmed with all of the requests I'd gotten, (which is so stupid of me because I literally asked for them 🤨) but anyways, I'm back! And I'll be working on the requests I have currently, as well as the other fics I personally have been writing. Feel free to send requests ofc, but just know it might take me a while to write them. I love you all sm, MWAH 💙

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[hrryshoney]

tennis! reader getting pissed off and smashing a racket on the court and matty is immediately horny lmao

friend i want u to know i’m screaming!!! god yes. (this is so long bc it’s just me rambling christ i apologize)

i can imagine she’s not on the top of her game, maybe she’s not feeling too well or her head is just somewhere else. she missed the ball once, and it pissed her off, but she was fine with it. nothing that hasn’t happened before. then she misses a second time, and sure, maybe she gets a little more pissed off. but she’s fine. until she hears her opponent mutter something as they switch sides of the net. say there was already a previous argument, and her opponent says something like “At least I don’t miss like you.”

Matty is watching all this from the crowd, and when he catches on to what’s happening, he has a sour expression on his face. he already knew she wasn’t feeling the match today, but now this? to say that girlie is silently fuming is an understatement, but then she misses a stroke once again. she squeezed her eyes shut and lets out a little guttural scream of frustration, hitting her racket on the ground twice before throwing it down on the court. this effectively breaks the neck of it, the racket laying on the ground and the head hanging onto the handle by a thread. she, though she tries not to, stomps off the court. there’s a small murmur over the crowd.

walking to the side to wipe her face off and get a drink of water. she can see matty’s face from her position, and to say he looks star struck wouldn’t do it justice. his pupils are blown out, mouth slightly agape. brows furrowed. she gives him a small smile, trying to fix her attitude. the match is almost over, she has time to redeem herself, and she doesn’t wanna take her anger out on matty. little does she know, he wouldn’t mind that.

matty watches her figure retreat as she walks back to her side of the net. opting to sit down to hide the, hopefully not noticeable, problem that he now has due to her little stunt. because, of course, he’d get hard at the sight of her breaking her racket. and of course, there are people on either side of him.

girlie ends up being able to take control of the match back, and is able to barely win the game. of course, matty is screaming her name in the crowd, clapping his hands together. girlie shakes her opponents hands and veers off the court. even though she won, she’s not completely satisfied. it’s chalked up to a shitty day. and when she makes her way off the court, matty somehow beat her to it. he’s waiting there with open arms and a huge grin. girlie probably has an angry expression on, and maybe he’s sick, but it only turns him on more.

he immediately pulls her into a hug, leaning down to press his nose in the crevice of her neck. he presses a kiss to her collarbone. “Did so good, sweetheart. I’m proud of you.” and maybe he accidentally, purposely, bucks his hips into hers. letting her feel how hard he is.

“Mhm, thank you, Matty. What’s got you all riled up?” she tries to speak through her smirk, fluttering her lashes up at him. matty clenches his jaw, smiling down at her condescendingly. she trails her finger tip down his shoulder and messes with the buttons on his shirt, tugging them slightly. “Hm?”

He grabs her hips even harder, pressing himself between her legs. the only thing separating them are his slacks and her thin skirt. “Didn’t know you could be so violent, honey.” he muses, pressing his thumb into the skin where your neck and throat meets. “Got so mad you had to break your racket?” he pouts at her, a gleam in his eye. her expression goes blank, trying not to show her cards. “S’ok. Turns me on, if you couldn’t tell. You feel me?” and because he’s a menace, he lifts her skirt and presses his hips directly over her core.

she can’t hold back anymore, letting out a little gasp. she feels him so clearly even through his pants, and she knows she going to soak through her own panties. “Fuck, Matty. I need you so bad.” she whines and throws her head back, and by now his knee is placed between her legs. she practically riding his thigh, and she’s brought back to reality by this though. “Not here, let’s go to the car.”

and matty licks a little teasing stripe up her neck, pulling her in by her jaw to kiss her. his hand trails down to rub over her clit through the fabric of her clothes, and he grabs her thighs to pick her up. carrying her will probably be faster, he rationalizes. and the whole walk to the car she’s whispering to him about how embarrassing it would be if people caught them, because she doesn’t wanna be labeled as some sex crazy girl by the press. on the other hand, matty is whispering in her ear about just how good she looks, and how he’s gonna fuck her so hard that she won’t even remember what she was pissed about😇

[mikeeel]

sleepless pt.1

type: imagine pairings: heeseung x jake x fem!reader dom!f, switch!heeseung, sub!jake, bi!heeseung, bi!jake, bi!f, experienced!f+hee, virgin!jake, fwb!au, uni!au

warnings: threesome, voyeurism, use of; “pup”, “good boy”, “slut”, “whore”, grinding, unprotected sex, (i don't think anything else) btdubs this is all consensual!!

a/n; bruah this is my first posted imagine bit nervous nobody will see this probably but dew it ya ... i'd love feedback <3 this is straight up nsfw obviously

iMAGiNE:

you weren’t sure how it got to this, it just happened. one day, you had a bad day, went to a party and ended up moaning your heart out for the guy in your english lit class. you don’t mind it, of course. you weren’t looking for anything serious, just someone to mess around with, convienientally, he was too. you agreed to a friends w/ benefits and got caught up in each other’s heat often. it was 2am, crack of night when you get a message from heeseung. “u up?” showing up as a notification with a ping. you smirked, and replied with a non-chalant; “yeah” you were certainly excited, you knew what was coming next after this. scurrying through your lingerie drawer, you pick one you’d bought recently for heeseung. you knew he was a little stressed with uni and you thought it would be a nice surprise. you do a quick winged eyeliner and put on your fishnets, praying they get ripped tonight. as you finish your thought, your phone goes off with another ping. you get up out of your seat, throw on some sweatpants and a hoodie heeseung gave you while you pick up your phone. “you down?” 

you smirk again, grab your keys and lock the door while you silently pass through, trying not to wake your roomie. you walk out the door and quickly jog down the stairs to heeseung’s dorm room. you exit out the building to knock on the window and flash a teethy smile to the beauty opening the window. heeseung grabs your hand and helps you climb through. he hushes you as you walk to his bed. you notice his roommate, jake, still fast asleep. his naked back to you and messy hair upon the pillow. “won’t we wake up jake?” you ask while creaking your head towards jake. “no, if you keep quiet love,” heeseung whispers in your ear as he leads you to his bed. you smile lightly and push him onto the bed while seductively kissing his neck. fluttering his collarbones with your lip love and your slim hands tugging at his jersey, asking for permission to take it off. he lets you as you slide his jersey over his head, you go crazy everytime seeing heeseung without a top. his impeccable pecs, his smooth abs and his visible v-line makes you want to ruin him time and time again. you lick a streak from his v-line to his neck, sucking along your favourite parts. he moans lowly and breathy just how you like it. “y/n..” he breathes while rocking his head backwards, his hands wandering to your hips, begging you to let him take off the restrictions of pure aesthetical bliss to his eyes, your body. “not yet, sweetheart, a little longer.” you whisper upon his lips, practically begging you to make them red. you kiss him slow and hard, your tongue slipping past his lips, teeth clashing as he grunts and thrusts upwards. you moan at the contact of him and bite his lips which makes him moan once again. you let go of his cupid bow lips and put your finger on his chin, making him look down from his rocked-back head. you grab his hands, veins popping and slight sweat on his palms which makes you rock back and moan softly at the thought of this hands choking you and making you beg for more. you put them onto his hoodie which smelt like him and made him lift it. your stomach could be seen underneath your ivory lingerie, patterns like flowers and lace all around, a corset almost hugging your waist with your breast hanging, nipples hardened by the breeze of the wind as they are freed from the hoodie. your collarbones clearly visible and your tattoos above your pairs of flesh which read “yours”. heeseung clenched his eyes as they rolled back into his head, you could feel him hard beneath you, asking for you to relieve him. you then lead his hands to your waistband and made him lower it to a pair of matching underwear, barely covering your sopping cunt and your fishnets underneath. heeseung sat up and looked you dead in the eyes. “you don’t know what you do to me baby, fuck. you look perfect, all this for me?” he asks, with desperation and want in his intention. you caress his face and look at him. “i’m all for you.” you say while looking at him with dark eyes. dragging your thumb against his bottom lip, he begins to grind beneath you, his large hands bringing your hips towards him. moaning softly in your ear as you play with his hair. grinding against each other slowly, saying sweet things, praising the other. 

little did you know, you had a listener. 

jake was awaken by you just coming in. he wanted to go back to sleep but all he could imagine was you and heeseung on top of him, touching him, making him squirm. he’s only thought of heeseung like this recently after seeing him come out the shower, heat pulsating off him and beads of sweat battling to see which one gets to his manhood first. jake couldn’t help but stare, heeseung looked especially crafted by god. but then, he saw you. you weren’t an average sexy, you had an energy which would make anyone fall to their knees. the way dresses hugged your lovely wide hips, and shirts tight against your chest. your smile killed many and jake was obsessed with that; so when he saw you and heeseung together it was like a wet dream come true. he couldn’t help but stare at you two making out. your slender fingers against his sharp jawline, jake wasn’t sure how long he could keep this up for and this was certainly his last straw. your demands and heeseung’s grunts, he didn’t know how long he could keep up just listening. jake knows he’s vocal when he jerks off so he tries his best to be silent. as heeseung moans out, jake bites his lip. as you praise heeseung, jake palms himself faster to relief. the pair of you, heeseung finishes first with a shaky, a bit too loud for comfort moan and you slap your hand over his mouth quickly. jake loses it and cums in his boxers, he feels wet and sticky but at least relieved now. heeseung looks at you with apologetic eyes while a muffled “i’m sorry” is heard. you sigh and giggle as you stroke his head.

“it’s all good my sweetness. i’m glad to know that i was making you feel good,” as you kiss on top of his head, face between your pair of tits. you feel a warm sensation on them. heeseung sucks and licks your breast and kisses the tattoo above them. “y/n?” heeseung asks. “yes my lovely, oh fuck right there” you roll your head back, scratching the back of heeseung’s hair. “i need to ask you something,” his hands fondle your breasts and you grind against the thigh you’re on. “yes, yes fuck. what is it?” you moan as heeseung rolls his lips around your nipples and bites them which makes your back arch. you were so close to your orgasm but you couldn’t be bothered to interrupt heeseung. “what’s your opinion on threesomes?” you moan and shake as you ride yourself out of your orgasmic fever and take a breath in. “never had one but i’ve always wanted to. i am poly but i never quite found the perfect poly relationship. why?” you ask while playing with his hair. “you know jake?” you look up at him and smirk while he avoids eye contact. “ah, i see. do you want to invite jake to our dirty secret benefits?” you say while grabbing his face to turn to yours. “yeah. i’ve been thinking about it for a while now. are you for the idea?” he asks while looking directly in your eyes. you comically tap your chin while attempting to look in thought. “i’ve never been more down.” you both smirk and turn to jake. 

jake was panicking hard, you two want to invite him to have sex with you both. no way, he didn’t believe it. as his thoughts paced, he felt a tap on his shoulder. he moved a bit while making a low “huh?” as he turns to face you. your skin glowing in the moonlight and your lingerie perfect against your body while your tits glossy and irresistible from heeseung’s work. heeseung stands beside you, his arm wrapped around your hips. hickeys all along his body, shading from pink to purple. his pink lips plump and swollen from all the lip love you’ve been giving to him. jake fights the urge to just jack off to the sight of you as you smirk at jake’s eyes travelling from you to heeseung. you break the silence. “am i eyecandy to you jake?” you chuckle. he sits up, revealing his shirtless body and you bite your lips. jake aggressively shakes his head. “no, no of course not. just wondering why you have your tits out and heeseung barely covering his own dick.” he scoffs, attempting to act nonchalant as if he didn’t cum from you and heeseung’s moans alone. heeseung scoffs to mock jake as he walks towards him. “do you not want to join in on the fun?” heeseung lowly says into jake’s ear. jake freezes as his breath hitches. you smile as you climb on top of jake and turn his head towards you. “answer us puppy. you aren’t slick, i could hear your moans from across the room.” you smirk as jake’s eyes widen and lowers his head in shamefulness. heeseung turns jake’s head towards him instead as he caresses his face.“what’s your answer? hm? got nothing to say now slut? you seemed like such a whore but i bet you love that, don’t you?” heeseung’s slim fingers tilt his head up, forcing uncomfortable but sexy eye contact. a smirk forms on heeseung’s face as jake’s poker-face begins to crumble. jake looks at them both and mentally curses himself for being so prone to sexy people like you guys but he’d instantly regret it if he said no. he prays he made the right choice. “i’ll do it.” “good boy.”

pt.2 out NOW.

[cherryrainn]

can u do chaz smut/fluff w afab reader, but gn pronouns ? love ur work btw :3

━━ ✧ 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; chaz x reader

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; THANK YOUUUU

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; domination/submission dynamics, oral sex, masturbation, handjob, penetrative sex, rough sex, orgasm, groping

you and chaz had your usual banter-filled day in hell, filled with sarcastic remarks and playful teasing. but tonight, things were about to take a turn. chaz, with his cocky grin and evergreen hair, swaggered into your shared apartment like he owned the place.

he smirks, those sea green teeth flashing, and he throws his jacket on a chair. "hey there, bae," he says, all cocky.

you roll your eyes but can't help but smirk back. "cut it, chaz. what's the plan for tonight?"

he grins, leaning against the wall like he's the hottest thing in the ring. "well... i was thinking we could spice things up a bit. you know, a little bit of this," he gestures to his crotch, "and a whole lot of that," pointing to the bed.

you chuckle, shaking your head. "you're a real romantic, chaz." you said sarcastically

chaz grins, pulling you closer. "damn right i am. you knew what you signed up for, babe."

you playfully roll your eyes. "yeah, a wild ride with a demon who thinks he's the hottest thing since hellfire."

he smirks, tracing lazy patterns on your skin. "well, can't argue with that, can you?"

as the night progresses, you find yourselves laughing between heated moments. chaz's jokes might be crude, but they're strangely endearing. it's like he's letting you in on some secret part of himself that he rarely shows.

chaz cuddles up to you, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a rare softness. "you know, babe, you're not like the others. there's something about you."

you smirk, running a hand through his messy hair. "yeah? what is it, chaz?"

he hesitates for a moment, then grins. "you make me feel... i don't know, nice, i guess."

you're taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. "well, aren't you a charmer when you want to be?"

he chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his head. "yeah, yeah, laugh it up. but, seriously, i love having you around. it's not just about the... you know," he gestures vaguely, "it's about... i don't know, the company, i guess."

you smile, touched by the unexpected sincerity. "well, you're not that bad to have around either, chaz. in your own messed-up way."

he grins, pulling you into a gentle kiss. "high praise, coming from you. but seriously, thanks for putting up with my ass."

you playfully shove him. "it's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it."

he laughs, the sound surprisingly warm. "guess i lucked out then, huh?"

you grin, leaning in to press your lips against his. the kiss is sweet, a moment of connection in the midst of hell's chaos. chaz seems taken aback for a moment, his usual confident demeanor momentarily replaced by something softer.

breaking the kiss, he smirks. "well, aren't you full of surprises?"

you chuckle, running a hand through his evergreen hair. "maybe you're not the only one with a few tricks up your sleeve, chaz."

he raises an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on yours. "is that so? well then, let me show you what else i got."

he pulls you in for another kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands wander your body. you let out a soft moan as he gently squeezes your ass, sending a thrill of pleasure through you.

chaz breaks the kiss, his voice husky with desire. "let's get this show on the road, shall we?"

the next thing you know, he's lifting you onto the bed, his lips crashing against yours once more. he wastes no time, his hands roaming your body, leaving no inch untouched. he nips at your bottom lip, sending a shiver of pleasure through you.

he grins, his eyes dark with desire. "like what you feel, huh?"

you bite back a moan, your heart pounding. "yup."

he smirks, kissing a trail down your neck and along your collarbone. he nibbles on the sensitive spot just below your ear, his tongue darting out to tease your skin.

you gasp, your fingers digging into his back. "fuck."

his eyes meet yours, his gaze burning with lust. "oh, i will."

he kisses you again, his hands finding their way to your breasts. he massages them, rolling your nipples between his fingers. he teases the sensitive buds, eliciting a moan from you.

he breaks the kiss, grinning. "that's right, baby. make some noise for me."

you whimper as he lowers his head to suck on one nipple, his other hand pinching the other. the sensation is overwhelming, and you arch your back, desperate for more.

he chuckles, releasing your nipple with a pop. "eager, aren't you?

"chaz," you breathe, your voice pleading.

he kisses a trail down your stomach, pausing to nip at the skin just above your pubic bone. his fingers find their way to your sex, teasing the entrance.

he grins, his gaze never leaving yours. "you're so wet for me, baby."

you nod, unable to form words. he dips his head between your legs, his tongue sliding between your folds.

you cry out, gripping the sheets as he devours you. his tongue swirls around your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you. you writhe under his ministrations, lost in the pleasure he's giving you.

"fuck," you gasp, your eyes squeezed shut.

"that's right," he growls, his voice muffled by your sex. "come for me."

you're helpless to resist, and soon, your orgasm washes over you. you shudder and shake, a keening moan escaping your lips.

chaz withdraws, his eyes filled with lust. he's hard, his cock straining against his jeans. "damn, babe. you look so fucking hot when you come."

you can only moan in response, still recovering from the intensity of your orgasm.

he chuckles, stripping off his clothes and tossing them aside. his cock springs free, and he wraps his hand around it, stroking himself.

"damn, chaz, you're hot," you murmur, your voice still shaky.

he smirks, pumping his hand faster. "you haven't seen anything yet, baby."

you watch, mesmerized, as he pleasures himself, his gaze never leaving yours.

he grins, his pace quickening. "keep watching. i'm gonna come all over you."

your eyes widen, and you can't help but reach for him. he releases his cock, allowing you to take over. you pump his shaft, loving the way he feels in your hand.

"fuck," he groans, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "your hand feels so good, y/n."

you work him, using every trick you know. his cock throbs in your grasp, and you can tell he's close.

"come on, chaz," you coax.

his eyes fly open, and he looks down at you. "really?"

you nod, releasing him. "fuck yes."

he grins, flipping you over and pressing you against the bed. he positions himself at your entrance, his gaze burning into yours.

"you're mine, baby," he growls, thrusting into you.

you cry out, the sudden intrusion a shock. he fills you completely, his cock hitting just the right spot.

"fuck!" you moan, clutching the sheets.

"you feel so fucking good," he groans, his voice thick with desire.

he begins to move, slowly at first, then building to a frenzied pace. the feeling is overwhelming, and you surrender yourself to the pleasure.

chaz grunts, his fingers digging into your hips. "you're so fucking tight, y/n."

you can only moan in response, incoherent thoughts jumbling in your head. the world disappears, and it's just you and chaz, moving as one.

"i'm close," he warns, his voice strained.

"me too," you gasp, your body tensing.

he increases his pace, his thrusts deep and relentless. "fuck. i'm gonna come."

"do it!," you beg, your own orgasm hovering just out of reach.

with a roar, he spills inside you, his cock pulsing. you cry out, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm crashes over you.

chaz collapses on top of you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "wow, that was... fuck."

you chuckle, your own breath ragged. "yeah, it was."

he rolls off you, and you turn to face him, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. "well, that was something else, wasn't it?"

he grins, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "that's an understatement, babe."

you lean into his touch, enjoying the afterglow.

he kisses the top of your head, his voice soft. "get some sleep. i've got you."

you close your eyes, safe and secure in his embrace.

as the world falls away, a single thought echoes in your mind: chaz is a keeper.

[drabbles-mc]

Get Some Rest

Marcus Alvarez x F!Reader

For Day 2 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: stress/insomnia/"get some rest"

Warnings: 18+, language, light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of scars

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I personally think it's a crime and a travesty that there aren't more Marcus Alvarez fics out there. So I'm creating the content I want to see.

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You weren’t quite sure what it was that pulled you from your sleep. Opening your eyes, you were met with a room that was almost completely pitch black. The faintest hint of light was bleeding in through the curtains that covered the bedroom window. The streetlamp outside didn’t throw much light to begin with, so there was barely a shadow of a difference.

All you were able to see were the outlines of things, different shades of black. Even so, you could still feel that something was off. You couldn’t see his face to be sure, but you had the feeling that Marcus was awake in the bed beside you. His breathing was even, and he was lying perfectly still, but you could feel a certain type of energy radiating off of him. You never really saw him sleeping these days. You were always falling asleep before him, and he was always waking up before you. In that moment, though, you were wondering if he ever actually fell asleep at all.

“Marcus?” your voice was so quiet it almost didn’t even qualify as a whisper.

The swiftness of his response reinforced your concern that he had yet to fall asleep. “Mhm?” he mumbled softly.

You rolled onto your side so that you were facing him. It didn’t matter that you couldn’t make out the details of his face, or him yours. You still looked at him and even though you wouldn’t quite prove it, you knew that he was looking at you too.

“It’s late,” you said gently, reaching forward and resting one hand on his chest. “You should get some sleep.”

“I will,” he reassured you, and you could hear the faint rustling of his pillowcase that let you know he was nodding his head to reinforce his point.

You traced your thumb along the skin just below his collarbone, the space left exposed by the tank top that he’d worn to bed. “You should get some sleep tonight,” you emphasized your point.

It got a tired chuckle out of him as he brought his hand up and interlocked his fingers with yours. “I will,” he repeated, “I promise.”

Part of you wanted to turn the light on so that you could see his face, try to gauge what he was thinking. It was so hard to read him when you couldn’t really look into his eyes. “Have you been sleeping at all lately?” you asked, your voice still soft with worry.

He knew that you were going to worry about him no matter what, but he didn’t want to make it worse if he could help it. He sighed as he traced his thumb along the ring that was wrapped around your finger. “Here and there.”

“Marcus…” your voice trailed off.

“I know, I know.” He closed the distance between you and gently kissed your forehead, his lips lingering there for a few extra moments as he said, “It’s gonna get better soon.”

You let out a quiet sigh and leaned into him a little more, causing his lips to press against your forehead again. “For your sake, baby, I hope you’re right.”

He let out something akin to a hum as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your body up against his. “We both know it’s gonna take more than a couple of late nights to put me out, huh?”

You rolled your eyes at him even though he couldn’t see it. “Don’t think you need to be pushing your luck, though.”

His hand slowly traced up and down your back. “What would I do if I wasn’t doing that?”

“Getting a full night’s rest, for starters,” you quipped back with no hesitation.

Your quick reply got a small chuckle out of him. He shook his head but neither of you said anything else for a few minutes. You focused on the slow, methodical way his hand roamed up and down your back. Meanwhile, Marcus couldn’t help but notice the way that your fingertips seemed to be seeking out all of his scars. Sometimes he wondered if you even knew that you were doing it, or if it was just that second-nature to you now. He knew that getting rest wasn’t the only thing on your mind when you thought about what his life, what your life together, would look like when things calmed down.

It was a matter of when, even though some days it felt more like if. He tried to keep reminding you of that, tried to keep reminding himself, too.

Another minute went by and then you felt him pulling away from you. You reached out to stop him, but then you realized that he was reaching for the lamp on his side of the bed. The distinct sound of the chain for the light filled the room, and then his side of the bed was covered in a soft, warm light.

With the light behind him, part of Marcus’s face was still cast in shadow. But you could still see the exhaustion in his face, the stress in his brows.

You were going to ask him what was wrong, but he beat you to the punch. “Talk to me.”

You exhaled through your nose, a short, crude version of a laugh—it was all your body could muster given the circumstances. Shaking your head, you said, “I worry about you.”

He nodded as he got himself into a more upright position. He moved so that his back was against the headboard, blanket still draped over his lap. Holding out one arm, he wordlessly asked you to come lay against him. So you did, situating yourself so that you were laying with your head against him, your arm draped over his middle.

He watched as you settled and got comfortable. “You always worry.”

You hummed in agreement, your eyes focused on your hand that was entwined with his. “You always give me reasons to.”

He chuckled quietly. Your tone wasn’t accusatory—it hardly ever was. It was half the reason the two of you could talk like this.

“What’s different this time, hm?” he asked.

You shrugged against him as you toyed with his wedding band. “I don’t know. Nothing, really.” You paused and looked up at him. “Is something different?”

He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. “It’s always the same shit.”

That got a more honest laugh out of you because you knew he was right. It was quiet between you again for a moment before you asked, “You ever think, sometimes, that we’re getting too old for the same shit?”

Much to your surprise, there was no hesitation in his response as he nodded. “Sometimes.” He moved his hand so that it was going up and down your back again. “But I’ve been thinking that for—”

“A long fuckin’ time,” you both said simultaneously. Both of you chuckled after the fact, too.

“That’s true,” you conceded.

He could hear the slight shift in your voice. “What are you thinking, huh?”

You pulled yourself a little tighter to him. “I’m thinking I’m going to start putting melatonin in your drink at dinner if you don’t start getting some sleep.”

He chuckled, leaning and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s gonna get better. Always does.”

You bit back a yawn. “I know. But it’s my job to worry anyway.”

He could feel the way you were starting to melt against him, sleep coming easy for you in a way it never had for him. “I know.”

“I love you,” you mumbled against the fabric of his shirt.

His hand stopped moving as he said, “I love you too.”

Seemingly unperturbed by the warm light coming from the lamp, it wasn’t long until you had fallen back to sleep. Your arm was still slung across Marcus’s stomach, his still wrapped around you. He was no closer to falling asleep than he had been before, but at least now he had you to look at.

[sweet-littlerose]

Every Little Everything || Matt S. X Reader Fic

Part 6 I Love You More

His lips leave love bites down your neck, trailing to your collarbone pulling a soft whine from your slightly parted lips. “W-what are you doing?” Your words are a whisper, stuttered, and breathy. “Something I should’ve done a long fucking time ago” his words are harsh, not in an angry way but in a way that leaks hunger, the raspiness in his tone making the heat in your core unbearable. He pulls away, pulling his shirt off to join yours on the floor.

Your eyes meet his through the moonlight, it's enough light to see he's waiting for permission, some form of look or action to allow him to continue. Your fingers trail over his stubble, tongue swiping over your lips hungrily before nodding softly as if to say all the words you could not find. Within seconds his lips found yours again, this time his tongue pushed past your swollen lips, attacking yours for dominance as his hands trailed down your bare sides. He pulled away, kissing the tops of your boobs lovingly, your eyes side-eyeing your shirt he'd carelessly thrown to the floor. His fingers quickly unfasten the clasp of your bra, the material slipping to the floor. You’d be insecure, worried, scared, any emotion but he knew the longer he took, the more time you had to think. His mouth attached to your nipple, tongue flicking the nub as his hand massaged the other boob, equal attention. A moan erupts from the depth of your chest, his stubble tickling your skin as his mouth worked your sensitive nipple. He pulled away, fingers hooking into the waistband of your bottoms and panties, and pulled the material down, his body traveling down with them. He helped you step from them, throwing them to the side. He licked a long stripe from your inner thigh close to your core, not touching where you needed him most. His eyes meet yours, neck upturned from his knelt position. 

“You have no idea how long I have wanted this” his voice was raspy, dripping with seduction as his eyes roamed your naked body. He slipped from his shirt, lifting your legs over his shoulder as he knelt on his knees. Your weight supported on his shoulders, back pressed against the cold wall as his face was buried between your thighs, stubble tickling your skin. “Matt…please” You beg, voice soft and leaking desperation.

He chuckled against your core, the sounds of your begging only making the boner in his sweatpants become more prominent. He swipes his tongue through your folds, chills decorating your skin as his warm tongue finally gives you the pleasure you’ve been searching for. You lean your head back against the wall, his tongue flicking over your clit hungrily, groaning from how good it felt to have you like this, finally. “So wet f’me” He groaned out, muffled by your pussy in his mouth. Your stomach knots, your eyes roll back, and your mind hazes as you get close just from how hot his words are. “Matt! Gonna cum!” You tangle your hands into his brown hair, the curls wrapping around your fingers make him moan, the vibration sending you over the edge. “U-UH!” You practically scream out as his tongue fucks you to your orgasm, your legs shaking as Matt laps at you like a thirsty dog. He pulls away, setting you flat on your feet. It's dizzying, mind blurred, eyes half-lidded. 

His large hand caresses your cheek, you melt into him but it isn't long till you feel his clothed erection pressing into your thigh sending jolts of electricity through your body. You look up at him, hungry and dazed and he watches, waiting. You sink to your knees, fingers hooking into the hem of his sweats and pulling them down and off to join the harmony of clothes skewed through the living room. You can see through his red boxers the precum seeping from his large throbbing cock and it has you gulping, nervously. You pull his boxers down and off, his cock springing free and hitting his abdomen, he lets out a groan as your hand finds his length. Your thumb flicks over the tip, collecting the precum as your eyes peer up into his. Your tongue licks a long stripe up his veiny shaft, the saltiness of his precum coating your tongue as you reach the tip. He reached down, grabbed your hair, and without warning shoved his cock deep into your throat, eliciting a deep low rumble from his chest. “God….if your pussy feels as good as your mouth…I’m never gonna be able to stop” he growls out, hips thrusting his cock into your mouth making tears fill your eyes. His girth fills your mouth well, his length making you gag ever so slightly. Your eyes meet his, watching his brows furrow, sweat forming a thin sheen on his forehead, his brown hair sticking in consequence. Another gag follows as he thrusts his hips forward, his breath staggered as he watches your face. His moans come out low and raspy.

“So pretty taking my cock like that,” he says, the words breathy. He pulls his cock from your mouth, pulling you up by your hair and slamming his lips to yours. His hands drop, picking you up, arms under your thighs as his feet begin their trek down the hall. “Which door” *he mumbled into the kiss. “Left” you respond back, chest heaving as he walks. His hand finds the doorknob, twisting and pushing open the door, replacing his hand back under your thigh as he walks in. His motions are quick, laying you down on the bed, and hovering above you. His cock settled, pressed against your entrance, eyes locked on one another. Bottom lip between your teeth, you nod, wrapping your arms around Matt to pull him closer as he pushes into you, a groan leaving his mouth as he buries his face in your shoulder, hips meeting yours. “So fucking tight f’me” He groans out, kissing and nipping at your neck as he picks up a steady pace. Your back arches, goosebumps forming on your arms as your nails scratch at his back. His hips pick up speed, and skin-slapping noises fill the room.

“You’re mine” his voice ignites a fire in you. “All mine, you hear me?” he picks his head up from your shoulder, grabbing your jaw with one hand “Y-yes” you whimper out “Good girl” he pulled out, flipping you over. His hands pull your hips up, your new position leaving your back arched, resting forward on your forearms. He slides back in, this time his thrusts are ruthless. You grip at the sheets for some sort of stability but it's not enough to keep your body from rocking forward as he buries his cock deep inside you with each movement. “So fucking wet, such a good fucking girl f’me” his words follow behind his hand tangling in your hair, pulling you back against him, his free arm wrapping around your waist and fingers playing with your clit. “U-uh Matt! I'm gonna cum!” you warn, your climax approaching quick “Not yet” he rests his lips against your ear, rocking his hips against you to match the speed of his fingers maintained on your bundle of nerves. “Matt please…mm please” you beg, the orgasm settling right on the edge. You can't hold it, not much longer. “Cum for me baby” He groans out, sending you over the edge as he follows suit. He pulls his hand away from your clit, wrapping both hands around your waist as he holds you up against him, filling your cunt with his cum as he kissed your neck. “Good girl, take it all” he whispers, breathless. His chest is pressed against your back as he pulls out slowly. 

Silence filled the room as you lay on his chest, leg settled over his as his arm wrapped under your neck, fingers playing with your hair. Your fingers draw invisible circles on his chest, cheek resting against the pillow as your forehead rests against his cheek. “Hey Matt?” You whisper, breaking the peaceful silence. “Hm?” he hums out softly “I love you,” you say, the caution dripping from your voice. His head turns, forehead resting on yours as he speaks. “I love you more pretty girl”