#yknow whats FUN and HIP?

[femboyclownpierce]

not really an etho question but related, do you have headcanons about redstone :? like, its toxicity, its effect on skin, maybe etho has some redstone related injuries or his skin is just fucked up cuz of it. or if you don't have your own headcanons, which ones do u like??

i got pinned in a discord server for very plainly saying, "all redstoners are insane because they have radiation poisoning." because redstone is absolutely radioactive. it's mostly stable, the way plutonium is, but if you power that shit? why do you think it glows? that's radioactivity, baby!!!

it won't kill you, and the average minecrafter probably won't experience any detrimental health effects, but people like etho who've made a career out of working with it are definitely at risk. the average, small redstone contraption has about as much radiation in it as an x-ray. larger contraptions you can definitely feel the heat radiating off of them if the wires aren't enclosed properly.

etho's definitely had a few close calls in the early days (grabbing live redstone wires when machines start going off the fritz and burning his hands, for example) but he's gotten better with time. both of his eyes used to be black, but while building the nexus it started raining and a redstone wire jumped and slapped him in the face. he still hates having to make sure all his redstone is entirely covered by blocks, but the other hermits are like "that's a safety hazard. please cover your redstone i dont want radiation poisoning from just flying past your base."

i also think redstone dust stains like nothing else. like how flamingos are pink from all the shrimp they eat, the tips of redstoners' fingers and their nails are permanently stained red from constant handling. impulse learned to wear gloves early on, and his fingertips have mostly healed back to a normal color. tango and etho are both in the camp of "if i cant physically feel the redstone on my fingers, i feel like i dont know what i'm doing" so they just suffer. doc is simply immune because creeper/robot logic.

(cw vomit) eating redstone makes you very, very ill. unless you're mumbo "killsalot" jumbo who for some reason is just immune. he's accidentally put redstone instead of sugar in his coffee more times than he can count and never gotten sick. etho, on the other hand! while very bored, he decided to eat a redstone torch like it was pocky and then was throwing up blood for three days. (he'd do it again, it doesnt even taste that bad. "etho you were throwing up so much blood we all thought you were going to die" "okay and? it tasted like sweettarts.")

[snekdood]

iunno, personally, i think, if you make plans to hangout with someone... and you know they're disabled and cant drive... and you can easily drive and pick them up... there's no excuse not to..? im sorry bitch, you want me to lyft over to your bf's house which is what like not even a mile away? didn't realize it was such a chore to be helpful, lord.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

speaking of everyone like where's the story songs where's the songs about specificass situations where's songs about anything that's not generic romance or generic i want to hook up tonight, what a great time i had the other night just ending up on a thread going Sure Show Me That One okay now Sure Show Me This One nyc cabaret videos lol. that usually whatever show things were from will have its own overarching theme but individual songs will probably have this standalone quality to them & be bangers while also probably getting surprising, funny, odd, have Specificity. obviously being youtube posts of live performances of nyc cabaret like singers who are also Actors left & right, songs that are written for live performance with a story, musicals, musical theatrey concerts, cabarets, standalones. going like well i don't have specific context for what might be a larger work this was developed to be a part of but damn if i don't need that to follow gists & enjoy shit anyway. damn if some songs take situations that could be framed in a more "relatable" mundane or [remove disambiguating details] way but makes a point to clearly put it in some really specific Situation & lord knows please with sense of specific character(tm)

[stardust-and-fries]

Oh boy!! A chance for me to yap about gender at length?!?!!?!? DON'T MIND IF I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [See tags for details. But be warned... I Popped the Fuck OFF writing this one, it's a doozy!]

Sorry if this is rude, but how do you identify? I looked around a bit and couldn't find anything, my apologies

Not rude! Honestly, I don't know these days! Lots of thoughts swirling around in my head. Maybe this is too much, but also maybe saying something instead of keeping it inside will be helpful... I'll put my gender thoughts under the cut... maybe someone can relate and offer some thoughts lol:

Recently, I came to the conclusion that I'm really not attracted to men at all, and maybe, I never have been. Looking back, I can kind of clearly see that any crush on a guy I thought I had was more like "wow, this person is COOL as HELL. I hope we can be really good friends." And then I noticed, that any crush I had on a girl felt... different. The feeling was totally different, and it still is. Have you noticed how most of the men I draw are quite feminine? I also have no idea what's going on with my gender. I know I'm me, a Yugo, I also can't comfortably say what exactly I am. Though by technicality, I am nonbinary, the word doesn't feel QUITE right to use for me. Maybe genderqueer is better. I've never identified as a man, but I have identified as transmasc and taken T. I really do like the results I've gotten from that. But at the same time, I don't really feel close to "manhood" at all, but something about having a mustache sometimes, like I tend to do, feels right to me still. I also like to wear lipstick and stuff. I don't know. I'm also not a "woman" I don't think, but I identify with more... I don't know, masculine expressions of womanhood if that makes sense? I am very androgynous in expression, in short. So basically I don't know what the hell is going on. All I know is I love women LOL. Can anyone relate to any of this? Any ideas?? I will not be offended by any assumptions you might have lol. Maybe I should just make a comic about this.

[lexluvsmegs]

You’re a… what?!

[Choso Kamo x f!reader]

Synopsis ౨ৎ - you and Choso have been friends for quite a while, but after a tipsy game of truth or dare Choso reveals he is in fact a virgin… but you’re determined to change that.

Warnings ౨ৎ - NSFW ⭒ Choso is down bad!! ⭒ unprotected ⭒ riding ⭒ slight mommy and breeding kink ⭒ Choso is a whimpering pathetic mess (but what’s new)

Authors note ౨ৎ - this is a re upload! I realised I needed to fix too many things so I just decided to do another post entirely :))

Word count ౨ৎ - 2.8k

(Minors do not interact!!)

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Choso was your best friend. And best friends tell each other everything… right?

“Hey, you know Gojo is hosting one of his silly frat parties tonight?” A mischievous glance in Choso’s direction tells him all he needs to know. He can only offer a sigh of acknowledgment as he attempts to return to the project he was previously working on, waiting for the nexts words to roll off your tongue. “Well… I was wondering if you maybe wanted to come this time, since, yknow you never leave your dorm unless it’s to study” you poke fun at the darker haired man sat by your side, thighs grazing one another. It’s not a lie per se, he really did need to let loose and at least try to have some fun… like seriously when was the last time this guy got laid?

Choso, however, doesn’t seem amused by your teasing and throws you an exasperated look as he huffs to himself. You take that as a sign to push further “oh c’mon now, you’ve never gone to a proper house party before.” Your argument falls on deaf ears as he actively ignores your every word. “At this point I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone thought you were some virgin nerd” it was a joke, of course it was, but that didn’t stop Choso’s body from going rigid as his head shot up in an attempt to discern if you were kidding or not. His body only slightly relaxes once he realised you weren’t serious. Huh… weird. You decide to keep whatever questioning comments on what just happened to yourself, instead focusing on the task at hand.

You now fully turn your body to face his, sitting cross legged on your chair as you lean in close, close enough that your warm breath can be felt in the shell of his ear. You don’t seem to notice the shiver that racks through his body due to the close proximity. “Please, would you go for me” you all but whine in his ear. Choso has never really been able to say no to you and he definitely wasnt about to start now. His whole face flushes a shade of deep ruby while he attempts to scramble away, babbling something incoherent. “So?..” he turns to meet your gaze as he calms his breathing. “Uh.. f-fine” yes! This is what you’ve been waiting for. Took him long enough. “Perfect! It starts at 8PM, meet me there? Ugh you don’t know how happy you’ve made me Cho!” You squeal and plant a chaste kiss on his cheek leaving him at a loss for words. And with that you jump out your seat and depart, hips swaying side to side.

And god, did you leave Choso a mess…

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You look good, if you do say so yourself.

Maybe, just maybe, the thought that Choso was going to be there made you put in a little more effort when getting ready than you normally would have, but he doesn’t need to know that. You were already slightly tipsy when arriving due to the pres that your friend had hosted. Now you were as confident as ever crossing the threshold into Gojos home. Your eyes surveyed the area - thank god for Gojos open plan - it didn’t take long for your eyes to lock with the breathtakingly dark ones that belong to your best friend. Though as you attempted to make your way over, you were stopped by none other than the home owner himself. “And just as I thought you couldn’t get any sexier” ever the flirt Gojo was. “You’re one to talk, I can barely hold myself back from pouncing on you” you joke back with a wink. You and Gojos friendship was very much a playful one, joke flirting with one another was how you came to be as close as you are now. Obviously, the flirting was never anything serious as he was, well, gay. But not many knew that about him.

As you continued your mindless banter with the silver haired man, you felt someone’s harsh gaze on the two of you. You whipped your head round to find the source of the staring and found it to be none other than Choso. Though as you attempted to wave him over, you found his gaze to be solely focused on Gojo. And damn… if looks could kill. You took this as your sign to excuse yourself and made your way over the dark haired man who still had his eyes trained on poor Gojo.

“Damn, what did Gojo ever do to you” you laugh while sliding up beside him and leaning on the kitchen counter. This seems to break Choso out of his stupor. “I don’t like how he looks at you” you were slightly stunned as he spoke, Gojo? Never. Also since when is Choso so involved in who you associate with. “Uh what? Like a friend? I don’t think I have anything to be worried about” you attempt to lighten the tense air surrounding the both of you however Choso still seems to be in a mood. You definitely need to change the topic “why don’t we take shots? You seem pretty sober baby” the pet name was entirely a mistake, your hazy mind letting it slip, however that doesn’t stop the deep blush and stuttering breaths from Choso. “O-okay” he seems to have snapped out of whatever mood he was previously in. You search Gojos cupboards for two shot glasses and pour both with the alcohol you had brought along with you. “You ready?” You hand the shot glass to Choso and sense his apprehension. “Don’t worry about it if you don’t wanna, but we can do it at the same time if you do” the truth was he had never had any hard liquor before, sure he’d had a beer or two, but this? The promise of you doing it together eased his worries and he nodded as you both drank at the same time. This process repeated a few more times and Choso really started to feel its effects. He had already admired your beauty when you had arrived. But now? How could you look even more beautiful than you do on a daily basis? His heart was beating out his chest as he reached his thumb out to swipe the bead of liquor stuck on your lip.

“Truth or dare time guys! Get your asses in the living room right now” Gojos voice rang out, bringing Choso out of his daze and dropping his hand back down to his side where it lay limp. You hadn’t noticed his attempt and instead turned to him excited at the prospect of a game. “C’mon! We have to go play Cho” though he allowed you to drag him away, it wasn’t without comments calling Gojo ‘childish’ for wanting to play such games. You both sat next to each other as the rest of the guests organised themselves. “Rules are rules guys no pussying out or else” Gojo threatened as he was situating himself “you pick a random person and ask the question, once they’ve answered they ask someone else. Pretty simple right? Oh and if you don’t answer you have to take 10 shots or leave, meaning you basically have to answer” he giggles to himself like he was the smartest person on earth for coming up with such a rule. “Ok begin!” A few rounds go by with Geto being dared to kiss Gojo, Nanami being asked his most adventurous endeavours in bed and shoko being dared to sext the most recent contact in her phone. You were having a blast, unable to hold your laugh in as your friends were forced to answer or do whatever was asked of them. It was now Gojos turn to ask a random person, and to your surprise he chose none other than… “Choso, truth or dare?” The man sat next to you was surprised as he was asked the question, obviously not expecting to properly take part. “Uh, truth?” He spoke out unsure. Gojo, however, had a sly glint in his eye as he spoke out his next words “what’s your body count?” The room went silent in anticipation of Chosos reply, no one really knew anything about his sex life so they’d be lying if they said they weren’t the least bit interested. What came next was a blur, as due to his hazy mind, Choso didn’t think twice before blurting “zero” his face was immediately covered by his hands as he realised what he just confessed to. Choso was a… virgin… before anyone could say anything he stood up and bolted to the nearest bedroom as the rest of the room sat in shock.

As everything registered in your mind, you immediately stood up to follow after him, hearing a faint ‘damn’ from none other than Gojo. You paced down the hall and stood outside of the room Choso had disappeared into, unsure how to proceed. You decide the best course of action is to knock and that’s exactly what you do. “Choso?” Your voice quiet. “It’s me.. can I come in?” You hear sniffles behind the door. “Please Cho?” With that he cracks the door open allowing you to make your own way in, he’s already retreated from the door, now choosing to sit on the edge of the bed. “Baby, what’s wrong” his heart swells at the name however, the humiliation still lingers leaving him to turn his head away from your approaching figure. “I-I’m embarrassed” He’s obviously upset about what had transpired, however you allow him to continue. “Now everyone knows I’m a virgin! Now you know..” his voice quiets down as he says the last part. “Cho, that’s nothing to be ashamed of, I promise. You need to wait for the right person to come along.” You argue, your heart hurts for him as he seems so fragile in this state. “I-I know who I want it to be” your chest feels tight. He already… knows? How could you be so foolish to think maybe you had a chance. The next word tumbles out before you have the will to stop it. “…who?” His soft eyes never leave you as his breaths become laboured. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe the fact you looked so hurt when he voiced his interest in somebody. Whatever it was caused a sudden surge of confidence as he whispered the one word you had been silently hoping for.

“You.” It felt like the world had stopped. You found yourself leaning in slowly, never once breaking eye contact as Choso did the same. Before your lips could lock, he whispered one last sentence that shot heat through your entire body “please… please take my v-virginity” that’s all the confirmation you needed as you pushed into him, snaking your hand into his tousled hair while pressing your lips to his own. His whimper sent shocks through you as you climbed into his lap. The once slow and passionate kiss turning desperate as you snuck your tongue inside. You could feel his hard length press up against you as your hips couldn’t hold back from a grinding movement. Soon you had to pull away for air, leaving you both breathless. “You’re so beautiful, been waiting so long for this” you could eat him up. His whimpers left you wanting, no, needing more. You pushed down harder on a particular drag of your hips causing him to hiss out, your mouth latched onto his jaw making your way down and leaving pretty purple marks to grace his skin in your wake. You snake your hand up his shirt feeling the hard indents of his abs. “Take this off baby” your sultry voice has him obeying your every word, as he scrambled to take his shirt off you pushed him back onto the bed up against the headboard. “So pretty f’me Cho” god he could cum on the spot, your praising words fuelled his arousal as he began to push up into you causing a gasp to escape. His needy hands knew no bounds as he ripped your top in pure desperation with the promise of buying you another one which left his mouth in huffs.

“You gonna let me ride you?” You could almost anticipate the response you would get but nothing compared to the real thing, his head nodded desperately as plea after plea was hurriedly rushed out. A giggle escaped you at his eagerness. “Take these off for me then baby” you slightly tug at his sweats and he rushes to pull them, as well as his boxers down in a one-er. Your eyes widen slightly, displaying your complete and utter awe at the length of him, his flushed tip such a pretty pink ready to sink deep inside you. The attention caused poor Choso to squirm. “Is it… bad?” Oh what a precious boy. “Quite the opposite Cho” you wink while removing the rest of your clothes leaving you completely bare before him. His cock twitches against his stomach at the new skin revealed to him, and oh you were much, much better than what he had imagined. You clambered back into his lap, now resting atop his flushed dick allowing your slick to coat his length. The new feeling left him speechless as he babbled to himself, utterly drunk off the feeling of your puffy pussy. “Wan’ more..” Choso could hardly find the words, lost in pleasure. “Good boys use the magic word” you lightly slap his blushing cheek prompting a string of pleas. “Mmm good baby”. You sit up on your knees and reach your hand down to stroke his now slick-coated cock, circling the head and tracing the mouthwatering veins. Slowly you lower yourself, deeming him ready for the real thing. You push the head of his blushing cock through your folds, the gasp that sounded from him when he caught in your hole was heavenly, however you felt you had teased enough and slowly lowered yourself down, swaying your hips in a figure eight as you did so. “F-fuck” he was filling you up so good, you knew in that moment he’d ruined you for anyone else. Choso was unable to keep quiet, tears of ecstasy streamed down his cheeks as he finally bottomed out.

“P-please move, can’t wait” his eyes screwed shut at the overwhelming feeling while your hips moved atop his, finally riding him like you promised, one of his big hands found your tit while his other rested on your hip keeping him grounded. “So pretty, so so pretty f’me” were the only words he could force out between the whines and moans, you wouldn’t be surprised if the whole house could hear these noises, not that you could care in the moment, too lost in pleasure. Choso surprised you by taking one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling and nipping as he bucked his hips up into you at an uneven tempo. “C-Choso so good” for a virgin he was doing pretty damn well. Your hands once again found purchase in his dark locks slightly pulling on it as the pleasure crashed over you. You could tell he was close and you couldn’t deny you weren’t far off either. You pull Choso away from your nipple and instead guide the hand that rested on one of your tits down to your clit where you instructed him to rub his thumb over. As he did so your walls squeezed him ever so tight. “Y-yeah just like that baby”. His noises were soon cut off by another searing, sloppy kiss fuelled by nothing but desire. Choso was nearing his finish, your gummy walls making it hard to hold out. “C-cum for mommy, Cho” and with that he was seeing stars. Choso had never came so hard, filling you up as you came along side him. “Filling me so good Choso” you whine out. His cum spurting inside you seemingly never ending. “Take it, take it all” he repeated as he kept you firmly on top of his pulsing dick, almost as if he was breeding you.

You soon collapse down onto his broad chest as you catch your breath, legs sore from keeping you up. “Fuck that was so good” Choso voices, clearly dazed and out of breath, he’s never looked so happy as you lean in for another kiss, this one softer and more heartfelt.

“Does that mean you’re my girlfriend now?” He questions with an owlish expression, you can’t help but giggle, still on a high after what just transpired.

“Yes”

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[lostinlovingrevery]

Van i gotta ask…

what do u think Logan would be like when ur on ur period. and im talking about the smutty stuff sjdjjd

OKAY OKAY I GOTCHU

I'm gonna write a fic about this but ill put my thoughts below (it'll give you an idea of what im writing...)

(SMUTTY NASTY PERIOD STUFF BELOW)

(PERIODS AREN'T NASTY BUT LOGAN IS!!!!)

This man is WILD

an absolute menace

period sex doesn't bother him. blood doesn't bother him.

sorry yall be he will eat you on your period. idc if its nasty this is logan nothing gets worse than this man. hes an animal

im sorry but not really sorry but he'll definitely love that extra wetness going on down there

hes extra affectionate, for your sake of course but also periods mean ovulation coming soon. i feel like your hormones are going to set his hormones off. yknow cause. mutant, animal stuff???

any excuse to touch you. but if you want to be left alone he'll do it (he'll go into the corner like an injured animal and frump)

i think he'll love to see the relief on your face when he fingers or fucks you.

will use the "orgasms help period cramps" excuse to get in your pants. I mean sure- he definitely wants to make you feel better, but he also really wants to get in your pants. the smell of your hormones drive him insane.

He won't care about the mess, bed, shower, floor- wherever the fuck. He'll start by being real smooth about it. Wanting to give you a full body massage- you need to relax. You're obviously tired, and sore. His big strong hands can help loosen those such tense muscles, belly massages would feel SO good from him (oh my goooooood pls just imagine it)

Of course, he has ulterior motives. First he has you sitting down, maybe on the edge of the bed to give you a nice neck and shoulder massage- complete with kisses, of course. Convinces you to take your clothes off- to really relax. His hands move down massage your sore breasts, and to be honest you really can't complain. They're warm, gentle. Maybe he'll mess with your nipples a bit and even thought they're sore to the touch the stimulation feels so good at the same time. Maybe you start picking up what hes up to but you wait before you say anything

Then he gets you on your belly, massaging your back. It seems like it went back to being innocent again. Logan is cooing sweet things to you, hands careful in the areas that are touchier than others. moves down to your butt and thighs too. Personally I hurt really bad in my thighs and hips during my period- so a good massage there would be HEAVEN

and then, before you know it- you're back on your back and hes "massaging" between your legs. You can't complain though, his thumb is rubbing over your clit, two fingers buried inside you, gentle in his stroking motions in and out. The feeling brings relief to your cramps- like your body is getting exactly what it wants.

and no one knows your body better than logan.

Don't worry about the messy, he'll clean it up. (and how he cleans it up ill leave it up to yalls imagination....)

It just happens to be an accident when he slips his dick inside you.

You're half asleep, enjoying this so called "massage" from him, that feeling in your belly is wound tight but not quite there. The relief from your cramps is enough to make you happy though- so you let him have his fun. Then you feel the bed shifting, and his pants unzipping. Hes pressing kisses against your neck.

"Yknow darling, I learned something new earlier."

rea;ly, he just wants you to feel better!!! Logan is all about making his love feel safe, protected, happy. What better than being wrapped in his arms while he gets rid of those pesky cramps?????? (while also giving you orgasms

he'll draw orgasm after orgasm out of you. its not even about any of his own pleasure at this point (altho with logan really when is it ever??)- he just loves seeing the relief on your face. thats really all its about. the stretch his cock gives you, relieves that tight feeling going on down there- its almost like he's supposed to fit right in there

will be very gentle about it, checking in on you- however if you want it normal, or rough- he'll happily oblige. Prepare for lots of loving, cheek kisses, wrapped up in warm hugs while he buries himself in you- maybe your sheets are getting ruined but maybe he purposely set out an extra pair for a quick change when things are done (its gonna be awhile. the longer he smells you, the more feral he feels)

trilogy logan i think can be very animalistic over it, or very sweet. or both. both would be good. hes' gritting his teeth while thrusting into you because you smell so damn good and he's trying not to lose control. Muttering sweet things and letting you know he's not going to stop until all those pesky like aches are gone. plays with your boobs too.

old man logan will eat you out. he's old, doesn't really care. its adds flavor. Anyhoo. Thats his go to, fingering and oral. He'll have to shower afterwards cause maybe he gets all messy in his beard but oh well. Knows all the tricks in making you feel good. all the massages too- i mean, you give him massages. gotta take care of each other right? then will make you both a nice meal.

origins logan does everything, including doing it in the shower so he can wash you up after. He's very gentle and sweet, constantly checking up on you. He'll hold you and fuck the daylights out of you until youre good and tired, then draw you a nice warm bubblebath where he'll wash your hair and you both can have nice conversation.

Worst wolverine DEFINITELY AN ANIMAL OVER THIS. I think he'd want to get rough but will hold himself back until you give him the okay. Eat you out, kisses you after. Will fuck you doggy style for hours, nearly breaking the damn bed and pissing off your neighbors.

dofp logan will go missionary on this bitch. bury himself inside you, won't stop till youre literally about to pass out bc your period is giving you bad insomnia and this is solution to tiring you out. i feel like he would use a vibrator on your clit too will stuffing you full of him. double the pleasure amiright. sex in the bath.

70s logan will suck your sore tits for a long time. his hands massaging your achey thighs. if you even complain once about your cramps he's going to have you pinned (or tied up) to the bed and take care of them. great! no cramps! now you can't walk. also will kiss you after eating you out.

2013 wolverine mmm i feel like hes a mix of dofp logan and worstie. a animalistic vibe but considerate. teases you over and over to get you wound up as if you already aren't enough. you'll get your relief soon. its all part of the game.

[dallysdolly444]

taste for men who are older.

summary: sleepy mornings with older!dallas winston. set in abt the 90's (40 yr old dally i don't even care rraaaahhh i love himuhhhh)

warnings: cursing, smoking, slightly suggestive? (fully sfw), fem leaning!reader age gap (fully legal!!), lmk if i missed anything <3

as the sun leaked into the messy room through the blinds, you stretched out your whole body like a cat as your boyfriend groans. neither of you were morning people, so it worked out quite perfectly, you could complain to each other about how much waking up sucks.

"fuck, baby. don't wanna get up right now" he groans, running his hand over his face. you just nod in agreement, burying your face in his chest. he reaches over to grab one of his cigarettes from the pack, lighting it up as he strokes your hair.

eventually, you managed to drag your asses out of bed. dallas has his hand on your hip and his cigarette hanging from his lips as you two walk to the kitchen. you started on some instant coffee, it tastes like shit, but you guys love it. you turn to face him, leaning against the counter with a smile. "what are we gonna do today, babe?" you question.

dallas grins. "well, i was thinking we could just hang out around home" he says, walking over and letting his hands rest behind you on the counter. you just laugh, this is something he picked up from you two laughing over cheesy romance books. you lean up to peck his lips.

"sounds good" you giggle, and pour your coffee's when it's finally done. "yknow, i love you" you say sweetly, looking up at your boyfriend.

dallas just grins. "oh yeah? you love your old man dontcha baby?" he teases, he loves joking about your age difference, since yeah, he'll admit it. being with a younger chick makes him feel good about himself.

everyone was weird about it at first, your friends, his friends, your parents... your friends thought you were kidding when you said you were dating a guy in his 40's, but they warmed up pretty quick. dating older is in nowadays anyways. he was fun to them in the way that he always had alcohol at his house, and he'd pick you all up after a night of clubbing. they liked him, he made you happy.

His friends thought it was gonna last a week max. darrel, ever paternal, thought you're too young for him, that he was creepy for it. maybe he was, so what? you're happy. they grew to accept it though. sure, people would think you were one of their daughters when you tagged along with them when they go out, but you were fun. you'd help darry cook, you'd talk to johnny, read with ponyboy, you'd laugh with two-bit, you'd talk with sodapop and you'd let steve teach you about cars. but they most of all liked how you were with dally. they liked you, you made him happy.

your parents took it the worse though. sure, your parents were older than dallas, but barely. they thought this was just a phase, that you would stop dating this older man after a while. but you didn't. they sure didn't like how long his criminal record from his teens was, but there wasn't much they could do.

you smile up at dallas, pecking his lips. "i do love my old man" you say, with a chuckle. "you're so old, and gross dally" you giggle, smacking his chest.

in response, he just wraps his arms around your waist and smashes his lips onto yours. his hands go up to your chest, squeezing gently as he does. he pulls away with a cheeky grin, hands still firmly set where they are. "i love you too, babe. even if your jus' a baby" he grins, smacking your ass. he's always been really damn touchy.

you roll your eyes, leaning into his touch. "you're such a dog, dally" you say, pecking the corner of his mouth and nuzzling into his neck. you really do love him, in a way that's perfect.

he just grins at you, in that way he does.

authors note: urrrrrgghhhhhhhhhh matt dilfon i love idec that he's 61 i still love him to this day!1!1!!! older men r life <3 btwww i got a request for a curtis sister!user so that's coming up soon!!

lots of love, dolly x

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Contains/warnings: situationship, orgasm control, edging, overstimulation, creampie (on the pill), spanking, degradation, really rough sex (if you dont like dont read!), riding, petnames

Summary: Chris flirts and fucks other girls, since you guys aren't in a relationship you can't really say something to him. So you decide to flirt with a guy in front of him... so he takes you home and reminds you who you really belong to.

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You have been friends with Matt, Chris, and Nick, the Sturniolo triplets for some time now. You are great friends with the three of them. You guys always hangout, have fun, joke around etc. But what Matt and Nick don’t know, is that you and Chris have been hooking up for some while now. You and Chris never really talked about it, you guys would occasionally flirt when no one was around, you would exchange dirty texts, and fuck around. Nothing really serious. Since you guys aren’t really committed, Chris goes around flirting and fucking other girls too.

Tonight, you and the triplets are going to get dinner. Chris has been trying to get your attention all night, but you are ignoring him. When you get to the restaurant, Matt tells you and Chris to go get a table while he and Nick try to find a parking spot. You and Chris get out of the car and start walking to the restaurant.

As you and Chris walk to the restaurant, he falls into step beside you, his body crowding yours in a way that's both intentional and unconscious. His arm brushes against yours, a deliberate touch meant to get your attention. He scoffs at his failed attempt to gain your attention. Grabbing your arm, he pulls you aside as soon as you start walking towards the restaurant. “Hey, what's your deal?”.

“What do you mean?” You ask feigning confusion.

He raises an eyebrow at you, his eyes glinting in the dim light of the street lamps. His grip on your arm tightens, his face inches from yours. “You know what I mean.” His voice is low, tinged with a mix of annoyance and something deeper, a primal desire.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say innocently.

Chris lets out a short, humorless laugh. He leans in closer, “Don't play dumb with me.” His hot breath sends a shock of electricity down your spine. "You've been ignoring me all night, and I know you've noticed me trying to get your attention."

“Oh you were? I didn’t catch that.”

Chris rolls his eyes at your response, but a slow smile spreads across his face. “Sure, you didn’t. You're a terrible liar” Chris's eyes narrow, a hint of irritation flashing across his face. “So, stop acting like you don't want anything to do with me." His voice rises, the anger and frustration palpable.

“I’m just not in the mood, yknow…” You say looking at him with a smirk. “And now if you’ll excuse me. We have to get a table.” You pull away his arm and walk to where you ask for a table, and for your luck the guy was cute. “Heyyy, could I get a table for 4? Please?” You ask with a flirty smile and playing with your hair.

Chris grits his teeth as you walk away, his eyes lingering on the sway of your hips. He crosses his arms over his chest, watching as you bat your eyelashes at the cute server. His eyes darkening as he sees the flirty smile and the touch of your hand on the waiter's arm. Chris can't help but feel a surge of jealousy wash over him.

“Jack is it?” You ask as you see the waiter's name tag. “That’s a cute name”

Chris watches as Jack's face lights up at the compliment, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He can't help but feel a pang of irritation and annoyance as he sees you two flirting, laughing and smiling at each other. Chris's jaw clenches as you coo over the waiter's name, the possessiveness in him flaring up. He strides over to where you stand, his tall frame dominating the space. "Cute, huh?" His voice is low and menacing, dripping with sarcasm. “So… Jack. What the fuck is taking you so long to get us a table?”

“Oh- uhm right, sorry” Jack says and leads you guys to your table, and leaves.

You guys get to the table and sit. Chris sits next to you. Chris can't help but glower at you as you take your seats at the table, his irritation and jealousy boiling over. Once Jack is out of sight, he turns to face you, his expression darkening. "What's going on here, huh? Are you trying to get in his pants or something?"

You scoff. “Excuse me?”

Chris leans in, his voice dropping to a low growl. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at?” He tries hard to control his anger, his emotions clouding his judgment. “You were all over him back there.” He reaches out, gripping your thigh possessively under the table. “I saw how you were flirting with him, batting your eyelashes and playing with your hair.”

“Mmh you know… maybe I do want to get in his pants.” You say with a teasing smirk.

Chris's grip on your thigh tightens, anger and jealousy coursing through him. But when he’s about to say something Matt and Nick come to the table. They sit at the two seats in front of you two.

"What's up, fuckers?" Chris tries to sound jovial, but you can hear the edge in his voice. Matt and Nick don't seem to notice, as they engage in a conversation with each other. "You two order yet?"

“Nope not yet.” You say.

“Let’s take a look at the menu.” Matt says. We all grab a menu and start reading through it. “I already know what I want.” Chris says and throws the menu back at the table. You can still feel his hand on your thigh but now he is slowly moving it up.

You breathe heavily and squeeze your thighs. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom really quick.” You say with your voice on edge.

Chris's grip on your thigh tightens, but you manage to stand up and walk away. He watches you go, his mind running wild with thoughts of what he would like to do to you if his brothers weren’t weren’t here. After a few seconds Chris decides to follow you to the bathroom. “I need to take a piss.” He says and stands up. He walks to the ladies bathroom and stands outside of the door waiting for you.

After 2 minutes you take a deep breath and open the bathroom door, ready to go back to the table and just have a nice dinner with the guys. But when you turn around, Chris is right there, standing outside of the bathroom…

“Chris wha-”

Chris quickly grabs you tightly by your arm. “You’re coming with me.” He roughly says, his hot breath hitting your ear. He roughly pulls you towards the table. “Guys I’m taking y/n home, she’s not feeling well.” He says to Nick and Matt.

You look at him confused.

“Oh no what happened?” Nick asks.

“I- uhmm … I’m just not feeling very well… I think my blood pressure is low…” You say that making it up on the spot.

Chris nods his head. “Yeah.”

“Do you need us to come with you? I can drive you home.” Matt says. “Nooo, no it’s fine we’ll uber.” Chris replies.

Chris pulls you out of the restaurant and outside. He looks around for a few seconds and sees an Uber already waiting at the curb. He pushes you into the backseat of the car. The ride to your house is silent. His hand on your thigh all the time.

After ten minutes you two get to your house.

Chris gets out of the Uber and looks at you with an intense gaze. He grabs your arm and practically drags you towards your house after paying. His strong grip squeezes you a little too hard.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You say as you enter your house.

Chris slams the door shut behind you and pushes you up against it. He leans in close, his face inches from yours. “No. What the fuck is wrong with you!? First you ignore me all fucking night. Then you flirt with that stupid waiter in front of me!”

You scoff and push him away slightly. “Are you jealous or something?”

"Chris's eyes narrow at your scoff and push. "Jealous? Of who? That waiter? He's nothing."

“Yeah, you’re definitely jealous.” You say with a teasing smirk.

Chris's face twists in anger, but you can see the jealousy written all over it. "Shut the fuck up," He grabs your wrist and pinches it, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to show control.

“Right, so you get to flirt and fuck with other girls but I don’t to flirt with another guy? You say.

Chris's grip on your wrist tightens slightly at the accusation. "You're mine.” His voice is low and rough, laced with a threat. "I let you flirt and be whatever you want, but you're never touching anyone else."

You scoff “I'm not yours. and i can do whatever I want”

Chris's eyes narrow even further, his anger growing more and more. "You are mine, whether you like it or not." he growls out. “Or maybe you need a reminder of who you belong to.” His hot breath tickles your skin as he says that. Chris doesn't waste any time, he pulls you roughly to him, slamming his lips against yours in a forceful, possessive kiss. His tongue forces its way into your mouth. His hands roam your body, grabbing and squeezing your curves. He bites your bottom lip hard enough to draw a tiny bead of blood before sucking it into his mouth. His hands grab your hips roughly as he grinds against you, his hardness evident through his pants. "You're mine, and you'll fucking remember it." Chris's lips trail down your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands continue to wander over your body, gripping and groping you. His arousal is growing more and more evident against your leg. He quickly picks you up and makes his way to your room throwing you on your bed. “Strip.”

You quickly start removing all your clothes. You get to your underwear, you slip off your bra and when you are about to slip out your clearly soaked panties, Chris speaks. “Stop.”

Chris's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you in just your pan. He licks his lips, his gaze roving over your body hungrily. Without a word, he reaches out and rips your soaked panties off, leaving you completely naked. "Fuck, look at you,"

You gasp at his actions.

Chris chuckles darkly at your gasp, his eyes never leaving your body. He steps forward, towering over you on the bed. "You like that, don't you?" he growls, his voice low and husky. "Getting manhandled, treated like a dirty little slut." Chris's eyes flick up to your face, expecting you to protest but seeing a spark of arousal instead, a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. He reaches out and rubs his hand over your wetness, grinning at your gasp again. "I love that I can make you gasp, make you lose control, make you fucking horny as hell because of me." Chris's hands cup your breasts, squeezing them roughly as he leans down to capture a nipple between his teeth. He bites down hard, tugging and releasing the sensitive bud. "You're already so wet for me, dirty girl," he teases before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean.

You whine at his actions. Your pussy clenching around nothing.

Chris groans at your whine, feeling his cock harden in his pants. His teasing fingers, now wet with the taste of your desire, trace down your thigh. "Look at how impatient you are, already whining and clenching with need," He moves between your legs, and his fingers trace your needy pussy lips, teasingly rubbing your clit in slow circles. "You like that, don't you?" he taunts, rubbing his finger against your clit. "You're so fucking wet and empty.” He stops his movements and walks over to your drawer.

You whine and frown your eyebrows as he suddenly stops. “What are you doing?” You ask.

Chris smirks, finding your whine and frown adorable, like a petulant child begging for attention. He chuckles at your reaction. He continues to dig around in your drawer, looking for something, though he won't tell you what. Finally, he holds up a pink vibrator. “I was looking for something so I can tease your wet pussy as long as I want." he replies, holding up the vibrator for you to see. His eyes stay on your face, watching your expression intensely as he flicks it on and off.

You look at your vibrator in his hands and you feel yourself getting wetter. “Ho- how did you know that was there?”

Chris smirks at your reaction, enjoying how flustered and turned on he can get you. "I think you underestimate me.” He moves back over to the bed, letting the vibrator trail lightly over your bare thighs. Your body's reaction to the toy in his hands makes Chris chuckle, his eyes glinting with an amused and lust-filled gaze. "I have my ways, dirty girl," he smirks, bringing the pink vibrator towards your dripping wet pussy.

“mmh fuck” you whine.

Chris's smirk widens at your dirty mouth, feeling his own cock twitch in his pants at how much you want him. He moves the vibrator towards your clit, tracing it lightly and teasingly. "You like that, dirty whore?" You moan and nod. "Fuck, you're soaked." he growls, rubbing the tip of the vibrator over your clit, making you whine and writhe in need.

“Mmhp Chris” you moan as your head leans back.

Chris grins at your submission, feeling a surge of power and desire. He watches your head fall back, a low groan escaping his own lips at the sight of your pleasure. Hearing his name moaned from your lips only makes him more crazy for you, his own cock painfully hard and swollen in his pants. He continues to tease your clit with the vibrator, moving it in slow, deliberate circles. His free hand moves to your breast, squeezing and pinching your nipple roughly. “You like that, you needy little slut?”

“fuck yes Chris” you moan desperately.

The dirty talk only fuels Chris's desire for you further, his swollen cock twitching in his pants. "Fuck, yes you do." Chris groans back, pinching your nipple tighter and quickening the pace of the vibrator on your clit. “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to.”

“w-what”

Chris grins sadistically at your whimper as he slows down the vibrator again, his free hand moving from your breast to grip your throat lightly. "I said no cumming until I give you permission, slut," He growls. "You'll take what I give you and beg for more." Chris pulls the vibrator away from your needy clit, making you whine in protest. "I control when you cum, not the other way around. Now begging for it." He commands.

“Chris mmh please” you whine.

Chris smirks wickedly at your begging, his cock throbbing in response to your pleading voice. "You want this, slut?" he asks teasingly, brushing the tip of the vibrator over your clit again, earning him a loud whine. "mmh fuck” you moan. Chris sees your eyes glazed with need and desire, and he knows he has you right where he wants you.

He moves the vibrator in slow, deliberate circles around your clit. "Beg for it, slut." He demands again, his voice low and husky. Chris grins in satisfaction as he feels your body tensing up, ready to explode. He pulls the vibrator away from your clit again, just as you were about to cum. "I didn't say you could cum yet." He says firmly, enjoying the sight of your frustration.

“Mmhp Chris mmh fuck please” you desperately beg.

Chris chuckled darkly at your desperation, his own cock twitching in his pants. He can see how much you want this, and he loves it. "Do you think you deserve to cum?" He taunts, brushing the vibrator against your clit again. “Ahhh fuck” you moan. "Such a greedy little slut," He teases, pinching your clit between the vibrator and his thumb, making you buck and moan. Then he brings back the vibrator to your clit and applies more pressure.

You’re feeling too much pleasure and can't take it anymore so you cum.

Chris's eyes widen slightly in surprise as you climax, your body shaking and convulsing with pleasure under his touch. "Fucking slut. Did I say you could cum?" he growls, keeping the vibrator pressed against your still-sensitized clit, drawing out your orgasm for as long as he can. Chris smirks at you, satisfied with making you cum and also making you break his rules. Chris abruptly pulls the vibrator away from your oversensitive clit. He throws the device onto the nightstand, the vibrations dying out. Chris smirks at your lack of response. "Slutty little girl, didn't I ask you a question?" He grabs you by your throat.

“I-.. Chris, I'm sorry… I just couldn’t… I cou-”

Chris squeezes your throat tighter, cutting off your words. "I didn't ask for excuses, slut" Chris growls out, squeezing your throat as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Couldn't control yourself? Couldn't do as you were told?" His hand goes down to your drenched pussy. "Look at the mess you made."

“mmh im so sorry Chris”

Chris tightens his grip around your throat, his fingers digging into your flesh. "You should be sorry, slut. You disobeyed me," he hisses, his other hand roughly spreading your pussy lips apart to inspect the mess you made. Chris releases your throat and grabs a hold of your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. He sees the regret in your eyes and he smiles evilly. "You know what happens when you don't do as you're told? You get punished."

As you are about to say something, Chris says “On all fours, now.”

He pushes you into your hands and knees, forcing your back arched and presenting your ass to him. “Count.” He roughly says before spanking you in the ass.

“ahhh … one” you can barely say.

Chris smirks as he delivers another stinging slap to your ass. "Two," he counts out, his palm landing with a loud crack on your vulnerable flesh. He continues this rhythm, each spank more forceful than the last, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "Three, four, five..."

He stops spanking you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Feeling the burn, slut?" He continues to speak but his tone becomes aggressive, "You need something to focus on besides the pain? How about my thick cock slamming into that wet cunt of yours?”

“mhm please chris”

He takes your desperation and grins at you, standing up once again. He guides his cock to the entrance of your needy hole, pushing inside with a sharp groan. He begins to thrust rapidly, taking all the force and aggression out on your body as he slams into you again and again.

“oh fuck chris” you moan.

Chris grips your hips tightly, driving into you so hard that each thrust sends a wave of pleasure and pain through your entire body. You can hear the sound of skin slapping against skin as he continues to rut into you like an animal. "That's it, whore. Take all of me," He slams into you harder as he picks up speed. Chris reaches around and pinches your clit, rubbing it in time with his relentless thrusts.

“mmh chris im going to cum”

He smirks when he hears you, clearly on the edge of release. "Cum for me." He demands, slamming his hips against yours as his fingers continue to rub at your tight little clit.

“Mmh oh my god” you scream as you cum.

Chris grunts as he feels your walls clench around him, your orgasm milking his cock. He thrusts a few more times before burying himself deep inside you, his hot seed pumping into your spasming pussy. He stays buried inside for a few moments before pulling out, his cum dripping down your thighs. "Oh fuck, yeah”

You fall on the bed tired from your previous orgasms.

Chris chuckles as he watches you collapse onto the bed, finally spent from his aggressive fucking. He admires the sight of his cum leaking from your pussy and smirks. He smirks and gives his cock a few more experimental thrusts, still hard after making you orgasm so many times. He walks over to the bed and pulls you up to sit against the headboard, his hard cock still out and dripping with your juices. He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Hope you don’t think we’re done here.”

“What?… Chris I-”

Chris cuts you off with a rough kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he continues to hold your chin in his dominant grip. His other hand sneaks down to your aching, abused pussy, a finger slipping inside to tease your sensitive insides. When he breaks the kiss, he pulls back and smirks at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You didn't think you were getting out of here that easy, did you? Not after what you did tonight." He moves you further into the bed and sits next to you, his head against the headboard. “Come ride me.”

Chris's gaze never leaves yours as he waits for you to comply. He gives your pussy another teasing stroke with his finger, making sure you know he's not done playing with you yet. "Get on top, whore. I want to see that tight little cunt of yours wrapped around my cock again."

You sat up and barely got on his lap because of how weak your legs are.

Chris smirks as you struggle to obey his command, your legs weak from all the orgasms he's given you. He takes full advantage of your weakened state, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you up to straddle his lap. He grabs your hips, sliding you onto his cock with a groan. "Fuck, just like that.”

“Oh fuck Chris.” You let out a whiny moan feeling overstimulated.

Chris chuckles darkly at your whiny moan, clearly enjoying how overstimulated you are. He holds your hips firmly, guiding you up and down his thick cock. "You like that, don't you, slut? Feeling stuffed full of my cock."

“Mmhp mmh” your mind can’t even puzzle any words to say.

Chris laughs at your incoherent moans, clearly pleased with the effect he's having on you. He picks up the pace, thrusting harder and faster as he holds your hips in a vice-like grip. "Take it. Take every inch of my cock like a good little slut."

“Ahhh Mmhp Chris I.. I can’t.” You moan. “Fuck im going to cum” you let out.

Chris smirks as he hears you moaning his name and begging for release. He thrusts harder and faster, determined to make you explode with pleasure again. "You're gonna cum for me again, aren't you? Say my name as you cum all over my cock."

“Mmhp Chris ahh” you squirt all over his cock.

Chris feels your pussy clench around his cock as you cum, your juices gushing out to coat his shaft. He groans at the sensation, his own orgasm building rapidly. "Fuck, that's it, squirt all over my cock like the dirty little slut you are."

You start to pull yourself up, and he slams you down.

Chris smirks at you, slamming you down on his length again and again. "Just stay down there, slut. Stay juicy around my dick." Chris smirks. He's so turned on right now, he won't even leave you a moment to recover. His hands hold your hips still being deep balls inside you. “Oh fuck.” Chris growls low and dark as his cock twitches with each spurt of cum he fires into your pussy, making sure you take every last drop before pulling out, smacking your ass again.

You let out a final moan and fall onto the bed.

Chris watches as you fall back onto the bed, spent and exhausted from the relentless pounding. He smirks, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having taken you to the edge and beyond. “I hope it’s clear who you belong to.” He leans in and grabs your jaw. “You belong to me and only me. Got it?”

You nod in response feeling exhausted.

Chris gives your face a rough, possessive kiss before pulling away. He looks down at your body, still splayed out on the sheets with his cum leaking out of your used pussy. “Lets clean you up.”

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[fawnlace69]

Daisuke nsfw headcanons >:3

Ok… don’t make fun of me this is my first time trying anything smutty (and first attempt and making a real tumblr post) !!

Nothing super kinky so I don’t believe I should put any warnings (maybe the leash one…)

* ok, firstly, he is a WHIMPERER!! Idc what you say we’ve literally heard his cannon voice. Wouldn’t be able to be quiet for the life of him. THE SIMPLEST TOUCH WILL SEND HIM INTO A WHINING MESS

* another popular one, PRAISE KINK ! He’s like a goddamn puppy when you tell him how good he’s doing.

* yes, he likes to be called a good boy…

* ANDDD likes the be degraded and praise at the same time

* yknow like “you’re such an obedient bitch for me”

* Making out is the HOTTEST thing to him !! Especially when it involves touching each other through clothes. Bro needs to grind his hips on your thigh when you kiss (and he’ll cum in his pants)

* Has a scent kink… genuinely starts tweaking when he smells you, and may occasionally steal your clothes to get off (then he puts them back where he found them)

* Switch, and when he’s dom he’s like terrified he’ll hurt u. Only way to get him to be rough is if you tease him enough

* This mayyy be a little too weird, but putting him on a leash (drooling emoji) at first you said it as a joke, but he actually got FUCKING HARDD from the suggestion. Make him get on his knees and beg while pulling the leash slightly, and hes a pathetic mess

* Again with his noises…. If you overstimulate him enough he literally will only whine. Just his brain turned off and the most goddamn beautiful whines you’ll ever hear from a man (gnawing at my phone currently)

* Dare I say he’s into feminine things ?? Perhaps one day you catch him wearing a thong, just barely visible as he stretches his arms up. You don’t say anything at first, but curiosity got the best of you “Daisuke, are you wearing a thong?”

* at first, he’d be MORTIFIED. Just a bunch of “no! You didn’t see anything!” and awkward silence. Eventually he admitted it “i don’t know… I just wanted to feel pretty”

* Adding onto that… making out and pulling on his thong…

* Personally, I definitely can see him as a stoner. You bet he turns into a horny bastard the moment any weed gets into his system. Absolutely no filter, and may get a little rough with you due to his lack of thinking skills

* now let’s got on the topic of hand jobs 😼

* definitely likes it rough. Sure, go slow at first, but we all know this man isn’t patient. In minutes, he’s desperately moving against your hand, begging for you to speed up

* if you aren’t sure how to do it, he’ll guild guide your hand and show you how he likes it.

* Finds it REALLY hot if you cover his mouth during it… AND DONT FORGET MAKING OUR DURING IT ! Whimpers in your mouth and squirms under you. Can cum in seconds with your hand around him

* overstimulation… he LOVESS when you force him to cum multiple times in your hand, or really anywhere. Obviously the tip is the most sensitive. Loves it when you drag your thumb around. Makes him so fucking noisy, and he may accidentally slip out a “mommy” if you get him needy enough

* likes to be told what to do. He’s there to please you after all. Tell him to do anything, and he’ll do it. Such a SLUTT for praise while you’re at it

* going off that, he likes to be told how to touch himself. Its so humiliating to be sat in front of his partner, being told exactly how to please himself.

[dollfacefantasy]

yknow what I’ve been thinking about? established relationship with Leon and he’s the partner that’s treated you with the most respect and care and love ever and in bed he treats you like you’re porcelain you literally feel his love when he, well, makes love to you.

but one night after you guys are done having fun you tell him about how you’d like him to go harder in bed, be rougher, smack your ass, pull your hair, take you from behind, talk dirty etc etc but he goes quiet so you’re like aha lol nvm if ure not comfortable with it it’s okay!!! little did you know all that u just said made his blood rush south all over again and he’s about to show you a new side of him

I need him so badly oh my GOSH

hehe yeah. leon is such a gentleman when you first start dating him. he's sweet as candy. he opens doors for you, calls you simple names like sweetheart, handles the bill for dinner. and in the bedroom, he's pretty vanilla, but he gets the job done. he's everything you could want. a caring, good-looking guy. why would you ask for more?

but then you do ask for more. he sits there and listens. lets you say your piece without interruption. he's eerily quiet though. halfway through your speech about mixing things up and getting a little rougher, you start to feel like this was a huge mistake. that now you've made him insecure or he'll think you're weird.

he doesn't say anything bad though. he just nods and glances at you.

"y'think you can handle more?" he asks, a hint of smugness in his tone.

you scoff, almost a little annoyed with his attitude. "yes, i think i can handle more. it's not like you go that hard anyways so if you turn it up just a little, i doubt it'll even be a challenge."

he just chuckles and nods, resigned to leave it at that.

but the next time you're fucking, the change is obvious. what used to be gentle, guiding touches are now pushes and pulls. instead of kisses, you get rough grabs to the jaw. he eats you out for his pleasure, not yours.

when he finally lets you take his cock, your face is held down against the mattress under the weight of his palm. his other hand alternates between smacking your ass and holding onto your hip.

words die in your throat. you can't get anything coherent out. the only sounds leaving you are babbles and whines.

"that's a good girl," he breathes from behind you, "you still like it rough? still think you know best for yourself?"

a broken whimper of affirmation comes from you, bringing a laugh out of him. he bullies his cock into you harder as saliva and tears streak your face.

after the two of you are done, the normal him reappears. he takes care of you and makes sure you're alright, kisses all evidence of his prior behavior away. you are ok of course. you're just hoping this new attitude in the bedroom sticks for the foreseeable future.

[mekakitsune]

"what would everyone think if they could see you now, huh?" - sub!vi x kinda mean dom gn!reader nsfw - minors dni

teeth and tongues clashed together in a messy, desperate haze. violet was laying beneath you, panting wildly into your mouth as you pinned her to the bed by her wrists. her cheeks were flushed and every now and then you could feel her desperately bucking her hips into you.

"fuck...i need you so bad...please." she panted, eyes wide when you pulled away from the heated kiss. "need t'fuck you..." she spoke quietly, her voice hoarse.

you all but laughed in her face, she started this, after all. "yeah? thats what youve wanted all along, isnt it?" you tease, free hand tracing down her bare chest, making her arch into your touch. "giving what you want is no fun, pretty girl." you eye her as you lean down to suck marks into the sensitive skin of her neck. another whimper leaves her lips as your teeth sink into her soft flesh, tongue soothing over the harsh marks you left behind.

"baby, fuck...m'sorry. i'll...hah...i'll be good. i'll be so good, please just fuckin' do something." she pleads, chest heaving under your touch.

ignoring her pleas, you speak– "what would everyone think if they could see you now, huh?" you lean close to her face, lips barely touching hers. a smirk grows on your lips as her breath hitches again, eyes watery and lips swollen.

"dont..." she closes her eyes, turning her head to avoid your gaze. your words worked her up beyond comprehension. she wanted nothing more than to take control, flip you over and fuck you into the mattress until you saw stars. but she didnt, something in her needed you to take control. needed you to take care of her, to put her in her place.

"look at me violet." your fingers find her chin, forcing her to face you. her eyes flutter open and its a sight to behold. she looks so, completely, fucked out. and you have yet to even touch her where she wants it.

her desperate eyes meet yours obediently, and you smile softly at her.

"youre so fucking needy." you bite despite your smile, clearly fed up with her whining. she whines again as you left yourself off of her hips, moving to slot yourself between her thighs. your fingers make quick work of her boxers– now soaked, you noted.

"keep em open baby, just like that" your hands find her thighs, spreading them rather harshly. you make sure you look her in her pretty eyes before your mouth meets her needy cunt. a shaky gasp falls from her lips as her fingers move to tangle themselves into your hair. you pull away as quick as you leaned into her, giving her a warning look.

"keep your hands to yourself, or i stop." fear of being left high and dry flashes in her eyes and she nods desperately, keeping her hands at her side.

"good girl.." you muttered, moving back down to suck at her clit. she whines helplessly above you, fists clenching by her side as you lap at her dripping pussy. she bucks softly into your face, and you push her down by her hips, the action making her moan out rather loudly. you continue to fuck her with your tongue, tracing lines from her hole to her clit, moaning softly to yourself at her taste. without giving her any sort of warning, you push a finger into her, making her hiss in pleasure. you move in and out, slowly, knowing it was no where near enough to push her over the edge.

"please..." she begs, fingers gripping the sheets harshly.

"so fuckin spoiled, yknow that?" you muttered into her cunt, the vibrations of your words making her eyes roll back and lips part once again.

you add another finger into her dripping h cunt and she just about loses it. her whines are so desperate and you can tell shes already close by the way shes squeezing around your fingers.

"please...fuck please lemme cum–" she blabbers, thighs tightening around your head, closing in enough that your hand has to move to pull them apart again.

"need to cum, baby? give it to me" you speak, voice full of greed. something akin to pride and possessiveness blooms in your chest at the thought of being the only one to make her like this, a whining, soaking mess.

her only response is a choked moan and her fingers finding you hair, despite your previous threats. her body trembles as she cums around your fingers, moaning out words incoherently.

you fuck her through it, and then some, making her gasp at the harsh overstimulation to her sensitive pussy.

"fuck baby...s'good, thats enough–" she groans, knowing deep down you had no plans of stopping. and that you dont, you continue to fuck her, tears now rolling down her pretty cheeks as she rolls her hips to meet your thrusts.

"needy slut, telling me to stop when you clearly don't want me to." you spoke, launched far into the unfamiliar headspace. your harsh words make her shudder, spilling another orgasm over your fingers and tongue. if you had the choice, youd keep her here like this, forever.

tehe i needed to stop myself bc i really could have wrote this forever lol send me reqs for the arcane ladies + a prompt from the list i reblogged! id love to write em :3

[ethereal555]

FUCK BOY PT.2

player!jude x black!reader.

“You see that purple thing on the dresser” you whisper against his lips. You notice how warm they were in comparison to the heated words they were spewing earlier.

You shake the memories from your head.

He looks towards your dresser indeed seeing the purple lace material.

“It’s lingerie Jude. I was gonna wear it for you tonight yknow and we were gonna have some fun. A lot of fun..” you insinuate with an innocent look on your face, that didn’t at all match the thoughts in your head.

He draws in a long hard breathe, his grip around the circumference of your waist tightening knowing exactly where this conversation was going.

“ A shame innit?.. Well now you can fuck Levi in them, no?” He questions as his fingers brush back your curls that were hanging over your eyes, looking intensely at them, noticing how full of passion they looked.

So jealous, you think.

“Mmm, I was thinking that earlier, it depends on what his favourite colour on me is. Yours is purple, dark purple, which is why I bought it. I’m thinking he’ll like more of - um - like a dark red on me.” You rant intentionally trying to piss him off, you knew what you wanted from him in this moment and there was only one way you were going to get it.

He clears this throat, his hard body shifting slightly. You raise your head up and from your position on Jude's chest you could the outline of his jaw bulging. The man’s neck pulled back to look at you.

It was working.

He looks so good, the lilac LEDs were bringing out the shape of his dark eyebrows, his slight curl of dark lashes and the sharpness of his now accentuated cupid's bow - You mentally slap yourself - hard. This is disgusting, they way in which you lacked a backbone; especially in regards to him. Why were you doing this right now? You knew these thoughts were ultimately a disservice to yourself and now your mind and your body were not at peace with eachother.

“We both know you’re not doing that Tianna” his gaze was intense leaving no room for argument or anymore teasing. He never played when it came to you, this was one of the rare times that jealousy looked good on him.

There was no denying that your thoughts were clouded and so was your judgement tonight but you couldn't stop noticing how good he looked with every look of caution he gave you, with every little squeeze he gave your waist and with every swallow he took -

'Mhm’ you hummed, moving your body so you were no longer on your side with your chin on his chest, but laying down on your stomach (on top of him, chest to chest) bringing you both directly face to face. He often remarked about how your eyes did crazy things to him, so you used this to your advantage trying to emulate through your eyes all the things you wanted to do to him.

He slams the back of his head down on your pillow abruptly.

“Don’t look at me like that” he moans, as if he was restraining himself. You trace your finger along the underside of his jaw, enjoying the stubble pricking on your finger. You inch forward to peck his neck.

'Like what, you are in my bed right now, you know that right..' You admire the shape and colour of his lips, it sent jolts to your vagina. And so did the goatee growing on his face.

The memories of the many nights of trauma on your vagina darken your mind making your nipples harden and your hole leak. From the way your body was slowly contorting side to side, Jude, who knew your body more than anything, was well aware of what was happening to the woman ontop of him.

'It’s getting hot in here, no?' you breathe.

You sit up to take off your Oversized Black Essentials Hoodie off. Leaving you quite literally naked. You get under the covers. Jude stayed in his same position, still, the same didn’t go for his eyes though.

His eyes hawked at the way your perky tits bounced as you removed your jumper. The curves you possessed on your waistline, your hips, your bum. He admired how you always kept moisturised and smelling delectable whether you were leaving the house or not. You were truly his dream girl. He just had a poor way of showing it.

He ravished at the arch on your back as you slithered your way under the covers.

'Close your mouth boy' you taunt, your lips bitten with anticipation. He was turned on his lips pursed, his right leg shaking something he only did when needing to contain himself. He chuckled.

'How can I love?' he expresses, his gaze transifxed on your cleavage. Your gorgeous boobs popping out from the silk sheets you wrapped around your body.

You look down at them noticing his unwavering, almost predatorial gaze. You slowly pull your sheets down, fully exposing your breasts. You laugh, not quite believing your hazy state.

'They've missed you', your rasp your voice now low and sultry - you pinch both your nipples swerling then between your forefingers 'Come feel something Jude'.

'Fuck' he gulps.

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“You've come in here to be a fucking crybaby huh?”

He accosted as you wipe your tears fast not wanting him to see.

“Jude fucking Bellingham! Since you have nothing better to do than to torment me, I’ll give you a suggestion. Just go back to Spain and continue fucking your little racist prostitute and leave me the hell alone. I mean doesn't that sound appealing?' You ridicule keeping your voice firm.

He is irritating you again, you think to yourself. Why am I letting him make me feel these things? How?? How is he making me feel these things, even now that I'm high, a state where strong emotions are foregin to me.

Because you love him - a voice spoke in my head.

You go to your drawer getting out your papers, and roll yourself another blunt. A fat one. He wasn’t getting the best of you tonight, and you were not going to let those voices in your head influence you to do anything.

“What? you can't handle a bit of the truth so now you wanna drown me out with some fucking weed like a fucking druggie, pathetic.” He says, slamming the door shut, walking further into my room.

You walk up to him a scowl drawn on your face and before you knew it, his face swung to the side. 'You're so fucking disrespectful. Go. Now.' you spat.

You feel your eyes sting, and your knees buckle.

He knew why you smoked, you did so to numb your pain. Smoking worked better for you than taking antideppresants, and again with no remorse he threw that back in your face.

He turns his head back around, his cheeks red. I see his adam's apple move up and down, his face turning back towards me slowly. You retreat, subconsciously. Before you know it he has a nasty grip on your jaw, walking you backwards until you fell onto your bed.

'Touch me like that again. I dare you. Look at you, look at your fucking eyes' he points his index and middle finger harshly pointing into my temples.

'You’re hurting me Jude, why are you doing this to me? Physically and mentally. Why are you punishing me?' you sob, your breath shaky. '

I just want you to leave so I can be by myself, but you keep saying bad things to me and it's going to make it harder and harder for me to come to terms with all of this.'

“I’m not doing anything to you!! I made a mistake! A mistake!! You are punishing me. You know how much I love you and it’s ridiculous everyone and I mean - everyone does but you'.

“Look at the state of you, your eyes are red and swollen, you're all snotty, you're crying, you can't even stand straight. I did this to you Tianna. Me. Because you love me so much. You claim to hate me, and all this shit but I know your body and your heart are actively saying different. Stop being so difficult.”

He’s sick, you think. And you knew he had faced emotional trauma from not seeing his parents treat each other in the right way, and you understood, but this was just beyond absurd.

“See this! This! is exactly why I’ll never settle for you. Never. It riles you up to see me upset. You use, seeing me like this, as a token of my love. You sick man.” You shout through streams of tears.

“Tianna, I’m the best you’ll get and you know that. Any other rich or famous man that shows interest in you I promise only wants to fuck you or 'be' with you because of me. Because they want to be able to show the world that they could have 'Jude’s girl' to make themselves feel better about being mediocre. But knowing you, you'll take it to your head" he expresses.

You’d be lying if you said that didn’t hurt.

“…. Well then I don’t want the best I could get then. If you’re the best I swear Jude I want the absolute worst!!"

That hit a nerve, surely.

“I can’t be in a situation with a man who doesn’t think we’re equals. No.” you rebuked.

“What could I do to make you leave Jude? I’ve cried so much today alone, my eyes feel weak I just wanna sleep and call my sister and forget this ever happened. Please Jude, I’ll do anything”

Please Jude, I’ll do anything. He repeated this in his head. The love of his life as begging to be rid of him? Since when was this his reality. Facing rejection was something he experienced seldom, let alone from someone he genuinely held close to his heart.

He leans on the foot of my bed with his fists holding him up. His feet grounded, 'So I don’t make you happy anymore, you've decided you want to end this whole thing because of one fuck up?’ he says softly his face rid of any expression.

Just listening, for once.

“It’s not just one fuck up, it’s the way you talk to me, how aggressive you are sometimes, the life you live, the way you never defend me on the internet, the amount of women throwing themselves at you.. like I’m scared to put my heart in your hands.. because YOU are the weak one in this and you'll succumb to it all. It's not going to work. You won't be the one hurting when it all falls to shit, it'll be me. You have the money you'll buy the women, the holidays, the jewellry and the clothes to keep your mind off of things, I can't.".

“So you wanna go fuck on Levi, see if he can be the man you want him to be?” he questions oozing jealousy. Veins in his forehead and neck bulging.

What? you think. That's all he can think about after I've just spilt my heart out.

You’re silent. You don’t know why, whilst Levi has tried to make multiple advances towards you in the DM’s and at clubs - it was something you swore to never tell Jude about, but your silence was a dead giveaway you knew it was but you kept silent anyway. You were becoming just like Jude, toxic.

“Did you hear what I just said, Tianna?” He grits out.

You zone out again, this time not intentionally.

“I don’t know what on earth the future holds” you laugh nervously. He wasn't playing.

You lick your lips.

You knew exactly what the future held. Happiness. And if you both continued this way, he wouldn't be part of it.

This silence pisses him off, maybe smoking around Jude this time wasn’t the best idea especially due to climate of the conversations you were having, but it was the only way you could survive a conversation with him without leaving with a completely wounded self esteem and view of your life.

“So it’s a yes?” You bite your lips figuring out the most mature thing to say but instead you say..

“Fucking hell, get off of my dick. Yes, yes ok? If that’s what you think. Levi will be the man you can't be..” you scoot back further onto your bed your back hitting the headboard.

You scratch your neck, his face contorted with disgust. He kisses his teeth drawing back from his position leaning over the bed.

Another silence fills the room. His jaw clenching rapidly.

He scoffs, his palm finding his head slapping himself. Once, twice, three times, four times.

“Jude… stop.” you mumble.

He continues “Jude! It’s okay!” you voice louder.

“Well it’s not okay is it? Look at the state of ya, look at the state of me. What are we doin’? What have I done ? Why are you so quick to give up on this? he choked out. He turns around, in a fit of rage he kicks your dressers, causing a bunch of perfumes and jewellery to fall off as the dresser rattles back and forth.

“JUDE!” you shout.

He turns back around, his eyes teary. He shouts an exasperated expression on his face, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He rubs his face, shaking.

You swallow, scooting over to the foot of the bed where he stood. His forehead bruised red. You hold his hands mainly to stop him from doing that again. It scared you. He was so impulsive at times and you had no idea what he’d do next.

You wrap your arms around his waist. As much as you hated how he treated you today, you couldn’t stomach seeing him look so empty, an expression that looked out of place in your abode.

“Tianna, please tell me you didn’t mean anything you said today. You’re mine, I swear to God. We belong together, we just need to lay down and sleep. We’ll get through this shit, we can’t give up.”

“I mean everything I said. Don't get it twisted.”

“Tianna, I have to stay the night -'

“That’s not a good idea and you know that” you reject letting go of his waist, and crossing them over your chest.

“This may truly be the last time I see you so please - let me lay with you.” he pleads.

Wrong choice! wrong choice! Your brain goes off like alarm bells. But you couldn't pay attention to them, even if you tried.

Your body was betraying you.

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Your unsteady hands fist the sheets, your mouth wide open though there was no sound. You couldn't make any.

'HMMMM' you breathed out.

Your body was being manipulated to say the least. Jude had you on all fours, your ass spread open, his nose and tongue dancing in between your thick cheeks. His slender hands had a tight grip on them keeping them open, spanking them with every inveitable jerk your body made, in an attempt to run from his devious tongue.

Your thighs kept shaking. It was truly embarrasing, your flesh moving with every thrust from Jude's tongue forcing into your vagina. He was french kissing your hole, frequently retreating to suck your now swollen clit. It drove you crazy.

'Rub yourself, baby' he muffled into your behind. Your stomach was clenched, you felt weak but with all your might you moved your left hand towards your wet, swollen clit rubbing and pulling. Your head dropped with satisfaction

“J - jude - baby” you drool your hips bucking.

“I’m making you feel good?'

' MMmmm yeahhhhugh, you - uu always doo' you moaned your teeth clenched.

'You think Levi could do you like this?' he slobbered his tongue inching up towards your second tight hole. Your blurred eyes widen. Your rub your clit faster, earning a loud mewl. Your stomach tightening, you were close”

His husky voice that was riddled with jealousy only made your gaping hole contract and relax faster around his 3 fingers.

He bites the skin between your pussy and your ass, and you scream 'judeeee!" 'don't ignore me'' he insists

He keeps lapping up your arousal fluid, it was now trailing down your thighs and onto the sheets.

'maybe...' you rasp, trying to catch the breathe he bit out of you. He growls, the vibration causing shivers to run down your body.

Jude withdraws his mouth from your area.

He stands up on his knees towering behind my weak body. He leans forward and cups my neck with his free hand pulling it towards him meeting him halfway.

'Is that what you think yeah?’ He growls possessively in my ear.

'No, no, J, please keep eating me.' You wriggle your head trying to get out of his grip on your neck , but his grip on your neck only tightened.

‘Right then, watch your mouth with me!”

The rough edge to his voice made you wetter than you already were. Your arms and hands that were keeping your body up, travel to your cheeks spreading them open wider. Your face falls to the sheets with desperation of all you wanted him to do to you; after a long day of fighting, 'makeup sex' was an idea that drove you crazy.

Your face lands on the bed with a soft “hmph”.

You wiggle your ass in the air, deepening your arch. He slaps your ass cheek, spitting on your ass hole twice. The warm spit slides down your second whole, Jude uses his thumb and glides his spit all over the circumference of your asshole. Giving you no warning as he jabs his thumb into your ass, a gasp escapes from your mouth.

You weren't able to become comfortable with this feeling as Jude swiftly swiped his unoccupied forfingers under your slippery folds, rubbing with concerntrated effort. He trails his now lubricated fingers toward your needy, pulsating hole to which you pule with satisfaction.

'Be patient' he berates as he sees your back arch further, desperately stretching your hole out infront of him. He thrusts his fingers into you and your cunt swallowed his fingers with ease.

'Oh jude' you cry.

His thumb circulating inside your tighter hole whilst he is completely obliterating the other hole, punching your insides. Your teeth find the sheets again, biting them to supress your pornographic moans.

'Rub yourself Ti.' You find the strength to rub your sensitive clit with a pace just a tad slower than Jude's rapid pace. His fingers never stop digging into you, and its when you feel your abdomen tighten that you know you're about to squirt. Your left hand reaches to grab Jude's wrist.

'Uhn uhn. No touching. Lift your head up, i wanna hear you.’ You raise your head slightly, your legs beginning to shake faster, this doesnt make Jude slow down rather go faster and faster. His thumb inching forward ever so often, going deeper into your asshole, his strong thumbs now knuckle need in your ass. Your eyebrow furrow, “whyyyy” you whisper, the fingers rubbing your clit stiffen. Your eyes roll back hard as you feel a wave of bliss washing over mind and body. You squirt screaming, hearing the impact of your fluids hitting your silk sheets.

'Shit' you hear Jude whisper as your asshole tightens around him. His finger movements in your pussy slow down. From between your legs you can see his now damp jeans and his wet wrist and fingers. Your hole rapidly contracting and relaxing dealing with the aftermath of your riveting climax.

'Jude, I want more. Something meaner'. He leans down, leaving a kiss on your spine. You loved how rough Jude was with you, especially during sex and that was what you were left craving.

'What a trooper' he remarks taking his fingers out of you. He walks towards your bathroom sticking his thumb in his mouth teasingly.

“Jude thats nasty as fuck.”

You can only just hear him over the gush of water coming from your sink

'I'd only ever do that with you, I know how clean you are'.

He comes back out, looking at you laying in the purple lights. 'We're not done' you mumble.

He smirks,

“I'm tired. This was just my way of apolgising to you” he stretches feigning a long overdramatic yawn.

'You’re being weird. You never just finger me. As a man you can't leave me unsatisified'. you bribe.

He takes his jeans off, leaving him in his black Calvin Kleins that you could clearly see his protruding peice in.

Ooo

He lays next you. He knew exactly what he was doing, leaving you waiting, wanting and needy. Jude was obsessed with you, obsessed would even be quite the understatment. But deep inside this obsession was being magnified by a fear that this could be the last night he shared with you, but him manipulating and mandhandling your body in the way he did, in the way he knew you went crazy for, would keep you wanting more. And that’s exactly what happened..

[kpoptrashshipsposts]

GOT7 Reactions II How They'd React When Jealous

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JAEBEOM: Scenario - You're laughing a little too much at another guys joke.

He'd pretend to be unbothered, but his jaw would clench slightly as he casually spoke to whoever had his attention at the time, keeping his eye on you and casually crossing his arms. Later, he'd come over and drape an arm around your shoulder or wrap it around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Having fun?" he'd whisper coolly, his grip tightening slightly on you as if to silently signalise to you he was annoyed.

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MARK: Scenario: Someone keeps texting you, and you’re laughing while replying.

He'd go really silent beside you, but every now and again you'd notice him glancing over at your phone biting his lip a little anxiously. He wouldn't be up front and ask you directly, but later he'd reach his limit and steal your phone off of you playfully and tease. "Nah, who's got you smiling like that?!"

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JINYOUNG: Scenario: You keep mentioning how cool someone else is.

He'd raise an eyebrow and give a fake dead-panned laugh. "Oh yeah, he really is so cool." He'd try to act unbothered but be unable to stop his sarcastic remarks. Later, he'd pull you aside to whisper into your ear, "You act a little too interested in him." He'd pull back and give you a warning look before pulling you in for a kiss.

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JACKSON: Scenario: A random guy puts his arm around your shoulder while talking to you.

"Hell, no. No. Nope!" Jackson would physically insert himself almost immediately, wrapping an arm around your waist. He'd give the guy the biggest (and fakest) smile he could manage, not wanting to start an argument, but his eyes would be a dead give away to his annoyance. "Hey man! Whats up?" The guy would be gone in seconds.

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YOUNGJAE: Scenario: You’re playfully chatting with a guy friend in front of him.

He'd laugh along with the both of you, seemingly unphased by the interaction. But the moment you look away he'd stand there and give the guy a long, unreadable stare. Once the guy leaves he'd act a little out of it for a while until you pick up on his change in attitude, only then would he timidly ask, "You're not into him or anything, right? He seemed a little too playful."

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BAMBAM: Scenario: Someone compliments your outfit and lingers too long in conversation.

He'd screw up his face and fake laugh as his hand tightens on yours, he dramatically pulls you away. "Haha! Woah! So cool!" Later, he'd whine at you, making a point to comment on the guys fashion sense. "He had no idea what he was talking about, did you see the shoes he was wearing, gross. Surely you think I'm more stylish than him? Right?"

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YUGYEOM: Scenario: You’re fangirling over another male idol in front of him.

He'd try to brush it off and not let it bother him, but soon it would start to annoy him and he'd begin to start openly flex in front of you, showing off. He'd begin to dance and show off his skills until you start giggling at his over the top actions. He'd dramatically put his hands on his hips, "I'm cool too, yknow..."

[roseboysstuff]

tis' me again, the one and only anon who req the shiro fic 😎 anyways could u write another shiro x ftm reader making out passionately but shiro forgot to put protection bc hes sooooo into it.

Then timeskip to where reader gets preg and Shiro was SUPER DUPER guilty bc he didnt want to add more responsibility to reader bc yknow abt the galra and paladin war stuff... again, u can do this req anytime!! hava good day/night

(i should put a name for myself so i shall b named 🌹 anon!)

OOoooo me likey Shiro is so fun to write

Also I added a cut at the timeskip coz this got long hehe

CW // mentions of vomit, ftm pregnancy

You and Shiro spend many a nights like this. Liplocked, unable to let go of each other. He loved you, you loved him, and there was nothing anyone could do to tear you away from each other.

He loved touching you, everywhere. Your hips, your waist, your thighs. Everywhere that he could touch, he would touch. Mostly because he loved how you felt under his hands. Soft and yielding to his touch, and gods, the noises you made when he squeezed the sensitive parts of your body. How he could reach a hand up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you either further into him. Tangling his fingers gently in your hair to make sure you couldn't escape.

Not that you wanted to. It was your favourite thing. To just be sat on his lap while he made you feel so loved, so wanted, so his.

"Can I, baby boy? I want to... want to make love to you." he would ask, half-pleading, half-tender. And for you, saying no would be denying not only his desires, but yours. You wanted him so badly. So both of your pants were discarded, underwear thrown onto the floor as he lowered you to lie on your back on the couch. Seeing you under him, knowing you were all his, ready for him to make you feel so good. Yeah, it's too much for him.

He would line up his cock with your entrance, smirking at how wet you already were. He's a little smug, but he just loves knowing you want him just as badly as he wants you.

Neither of you remembered protection, but it didn't occur to your lust-addled brains to find a condom. He was focusing on how wet and tight you were, the exquisite clench of your boycunt on his cock, how easily he could just slide in and out, how beautifully you were taking him. And you, you were focusing on how he was stretching you out, the ridges and veins sliding against the walls of your cunt.

It was only when you felt his seed spilling into your deepest parts, that you remembered. But you didn't panic much. It was one time, and you weren't ovulating. No need to worry about getting pregnant... right?

Timeskip ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Well now, 4 weeks later, you were bent over a toilet, vomiting your guts up, painful acid and bile forcing it's way up from your stomach.

After emptying your stomach, you assumed you'd caught a bug. But that made no sense, you'd been in space with Shiro and everyone else for months, and no one else had caught anything. Then your gaze fell on the pregnancy tests in the cupboard.

There's no way. Surely.

A few minutes, some peeing on a stick, and a panic attack later, you were sat on the toilet lid, staring at the positive pregnancy test. Part of you was happy, as you had always known that Shiro would be the father of your kids if you had any. But would he be happy with this? Only one way to find out.

Ever the carer, he noticed the tension in your muscles as soon as you walked into his room. But he froze as he looked at what you were showing him. A pregnancy test. Positive.

A baby. His baby. You were pregnant with his baby.

"Oh... baby boy... I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I should have remembered to wear a condom. You don't need this, you're busy and you're saving us all. You're so amazing, gosh... have I ruined your future?" His words came out all at once, and you had to hug him, to stop him from talking. Blaming him wasn't even on your mind.

"I'm not blaming you, Shiro. I thought you'd be mad at me. I'm more than happy to have and raise this baby... if you want that too?"

His smile was radiant after that, as he just scooped you up in his arms and kissed your face all over.

"Yes! Oh, my little prince, my handsome boy! We can raise this baby if you want, together. Our little family. I'm so glad, I've wanted a baby with you, so badly. I was willing to wait for as long as you needed, but to know you want this too... I'm overjoyed."

Hugs and kisses were given to each other that night, talking about baby names, how to tell the rest of your friends, the logistics of pregnancy and childbirth in space. But mostly, reassurances of love and care.

[1800bitchcraft]

Put It On Me

A/N: and here it is! The Dom!Reader x Ford fic absolutely nobody asked me for 😂 for real though I had way too much fun writing this. I'll honestly probably write more fics like this in the future; idk what it is but there's just something about making a strong man weak that gets me goin, yknow? 😈👹

CW: cum eating, dom!reader, sub!Ford, pussyjob, overstim, mommy kink kinda???, but not really, idk you decide, dry humping, begging, riding, uuuuhhh I think that's it??, lemme know if I missed anything

!!! MDNI OR I WILL CURSE YOU WITH WET SOCKS !!!

"You've got to be kidding me."

Your voice, thick and sluggish with sleep, broke Ford out of his concentration. His head snapped up, turning in his chair to look at you where you stood in the doorway to his study, arms crossed and looking severely irritated. He smiled sheepishly, realizing he'd been caught, and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'm so sorry, darling, did I wake you?" You looked at him, clearly nonplussed. He chuckled a little, nervous at your continued silence.

"Yes, actually. I was having a really, really good dream, too. So imagine my surprise when I woke up, feeling particularly in need of my boyfriends attention only to find said boyfriend completely missing from our bed." You looked at him pointedly, stepping closer to him until you were directly in front of him. Despite the fact that now was not the time, Ford couldn't help himself from staring at you. You were just so pretty, even irritated and sleep-mussed, and he couldn't help the trickle of heat in his belly.

You weren't wearing anything special, just an oversized t-shirt (his t-shirt, he realized) but if Ford angled his head just right he could see a flash of your pretty black panties between your thighs. He swallowed thickly, mouth suddenly feeling dry. The plush softness of your thick thighs pressed and rubbed together as you shifted on your feet, and as his eyes traveled up, he could just make out the shape of your breasts. Pressed together by the crossing of your arms over your chest, you uncrossed them to plant a hand on one hip, the curve of it jutting out and he watched your chest move as it fell back to a more natural position. Heat slowly spread over his cheeks as he caught sight of the beginnings of a flush creeping down your neck. The gentle curve of it woefully unmarked. His gaze flickered up to your face and there was that pretty, pretty blush. Spread over the apples of your cheeks and cascading down your skin. You were softly biting at the inside of your lower lip, pouty mouth parted just barely. Your eyes were lidded and darkened, gazing back at him with a heat that made his heart rate pick up and flutter. He knew that look.

"Oh," he muttered, surprisingly ineloquent but then, you always had that effect on him. Rendered him speechless and flustered with just a look or a well-placed touch. If you were anyone else, he'd loathe you for the loss of control. But with you, he found himself leaning into it, craving it, more often than not.

"Tch," you scoffed, stepping closer and he spread his legs readily, giving you space to lean in. Giving him space to reach out and touch. "I tell you that I woke up because I needed you, and all you can say is 'oh?'" You muttered, lifting a leg to perch on his chair, calf pressed tightly against the outside of his thigh as your knee slid back until it met with the back of his chair.

Like this, he could feel the heat of you like a beacon, beckoning him closer. He leaned in, seeking you out like he always did, like he was helpless to do. The heat in his belly was growing in earnest, now. Stoked by the narrowing of your eyes, the way he could feel the desire and irritation rolling into one and blending into something new. His palms slid up the back of your thighs, pressing and tugging, urging you closer. He wanted you on him, needed to feel your soft curves pressed against him.

You leaned in despite yourself before a flash of indignation curling in your chest caused you to slide a hand into his curls at the base of his neck. Fingers tangled and pulled tightly, urging his head back to bare the line of his throat to you. The sting caught him off guard, but the arousal that shot through him surprised him even more. Unable to help himself, his lips parted on a whine as his cock suddenly twitched in his pants.

Silence followed. One beat, then two. Then suddenly you were in his lap, pressed tightly against him as you leaned down and licked into his mouth. You swallowed the moan he let out. Shifting and lowering your body, you rolled your hips against his in a dirty grind and Ford's hands slid up to grip and squeeze at your ass.

You parted slowly, saliva connecting your lips as you stared down at him. Your grip in his hair had relaxed somewhat but your fingers twitched back to life with a vengeance and you pulled another whimper out of him with a harsh tug. Your eyes glittered, dark and fascinated, and Ford was suddenly worried he might not make it out alive.

"Fuck, you really like that, huh?" You murmured, arousal threaded through your voice. Ford inhaled sharply, embarrassment and thick, heady heat flooding through his body. His blush returned with a vengeance and he nearly choked when you rolled your hips against him again and leaned in to nip at his throat. "I asked you a question, pretty," you murmured, low and amused. You bit at him again and he sighed, helpless to be anything but putty in your hands.

"I-- y-yes, honey- fuck, please," he bit out, voice hot and wet and it made your pussy throb. You kissed gently at the places you'd bitten, shifting up until you met at the sensitive spot just below his jaw.

"Please what?" You hummed. Ford's blush was now spreading down to his neck, his hands squeezing and rubbing and stroking any part of you he could reach. Mesmerized by this new, dominating side of you. "Cmon, now, please what?" You cooed again, voice ever so slightly mocking. You moved away from him and Ford couldn't stop the desperate little whine from escaping him. He turned his face, attempting to hide from the embarrassment burning through him when you leaned up and looked down at him. But your hand in his hair pulled again, sharply, and he immediately looked back at you.

"Fuck- please, darling, I- I need to feel you," his eyes were glossy and unfocused as he looked at you. Half lidded and dark with the insidious want now pooling through his limbs and warming him from the inside out. Making him desperate to touch you, to please you, anything so you'd just keep looking at him like that.

"Good boy," you purred at him and the pure, white hot pleasure that sparked through him had his eyes fluttering and hips jerking up into yours. You bit your lip, mesmerized at seeing your normally oh-so-composed boyfriend absolutely falling apart under you.

"God, you're so fucking pretty like this, Ford," you breathed. Your voice was soft and reverent, like seeing him like this was a religion to you. It made his cock twitch and leak, messy and wet against his thigh. But he couldn't find it in himself to stop it. Not when you looked at him like that, not when it felt so good.

You let yourself drink him in. Appreciating him as you rarely got the chance to. His shirt was rucked up a little, allowing you a glimpse of a soft, muscled belly and the dark happy trail that decorated it. His thighs tensed under you as you let your hands drift down. He whined again, soft and needy, and you shushed him gently.

"Let me appreciate you," you murmured. He tilted his head back against the headrest with a huff, and you chuckled. "S'the least you could do yknow," you said, soft and teasing. Letting him know you didn't really mean it, you weren't really upset with him. "After you left me in that big bed, all alone...." You trailed off, hands smoothing over broad shoulders before drifting down to his chest and squeezing. You heard his breath hitch, arching a brow as he brought a hand up to cover his mouth and look away. Aw, he's shy.

"So, so pretty," you murmured lowly. Letting your nails scratch lightly over cloth-covered nipples. Pinching and tweaking at them through his shirt to see the way he writhed under you. Back bowing softly to arch into your touch, even as he bit lightly into his palm to muffled the whimpery moans that wanted to break free.

"Mmmnn lemme hear you, pretty boy," you purred. He shuddered under you, eyes filled with desire. You reached up a hand, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and tugging his hand away from his face. He swallowed thickly, unable to break away from the stare you had him locked in. You chose that moment to gently pinch his right nipple, drawing your thumb over it to soothe the sting. His brow furrowed, kiss bitten lips parting as he let out a needy whine of your name.

You abandoned your place at his chest, belly fluttering as he protested. A weak, whiny little "babyyy" falling from his lips and only serving to make you wetter. You shushed him, crawling out of his lap and tugging him up onto his unsteady feet. He didn't have to stand for long because you turned and pushed him directly into the couch. He fell onto it, dizzy with arousal and this new power dynamic between you.

You stood in front of him, smirking slightly as you took in his flushed and ruined state. Seeming to sense what you wanted from him, he swallowed. Then: "Darling," his voice was rough, hoarse, with a little bit of a pleading edge. "Please darling," he murmured and you hummed thoughtfully, stepping close enough for him to touch you and he reached for you immediately. Moaning as if you were stroking his cock when he touched you and his palms slid under your shirt.

"Honey," he started again, lifting your shirt then leaning in to kiss your bare tummy. You sighed softly, leaning into the touches. Your hand came up to gently play with his hair and you tilted your head to look down at him.

"Yes?" You cooed. He shivered. "What do you want?" The tips of his ears burned red.

"Don't-" he swallowed. He sighed and his warm breath skated over the covered mound of your cunt. "Don't make me say it." He did whine then, sounding bratty and mulish, but the look in his eyes as he gazed up at you told you something different. Begged you to force his hand, feeling as drunk on this new dynamic as you were. You hummed and cupped his cheek, smiling as he leaned into the touch.

"Say it," you breathed. "Tell me what you want- beg me for it." Ford groaned against your skin, mouth open and panting. You felt the press his hooked nose as he nuzzled as you then nipped at your hip bone. You let him stall. Let him kiss and paw and whine at you while refusing to do anything, letting him frustrate himself. It was when he nipped at the underside of your breast, a soft plea of your name leaving him, that you snapped and tugged his head back sharply by the hair. You glared down at him, ignoring the way his eyes fluttered and hips jerked up into nothing. "You're stalling."

"Fffuuuuck-" he breathed the word out on a chest-deep moan. He looked up at you, mouth open, and the look in his eyes made you throb. Adoring. Worshipful. You moved your hand from his hair to his neck. Fingers squeezing gently on the sides, thumb stroking along his skin. You felt him swallow. "Please, darling. You were upset because I left you, right?" You arched a brow and he swallowed. "Then let me make up for it." Your belly clenched and your breath hitched.

"And how do you suggest I do that? Hm?" You said. Ford's breath left him in a rush. He tugged you closer until you straddled him, knees pressed into the cushions as you deliberately held yourself over his lap, wanting to break him. The hand on his throat squeezed and he moaned.

"Use me," he finally said, breathless. "Use me, wreck me, ruin me. Stardust, please, I- you can do anything, have anything- take what you want from me, darling, I just need you." His begging had the desired effect. You shoved him back, hand on his chest, and he went with a soft thud into the couch cushions. You tugged his shirt off, then yours. Tossing both of them to the floor in a pile. Your panties joined soon after, but you dropped them to the side on the couch. Ford might've questioned that if you didn't then tap his hip and, once he lifted them, shucked off his pajama bottoms leaving him bare.

You bit your lip as you caught sight of his cock; flushed and leaking from the thick, pink mushroom tip. You wrapped a hand around him, stroking and coating him in his own wetness. Ford's hips bucked with a whine.

"Yknow, I'm not mad at you, right?" You asked, a gentle hand on his cheeks turning his bleary gaze to yours. He smiled then, soft and sweet, nodding in agreement. You tapped a finger lightly to the tip of his nose, smiling even as you finally, blessedly, settled your hips down on him. Trapping his cock between his thigh and the dripping seam of your cunt. You rolled your hips, moaning with him as you started up a slow, rolling rhythm.

"Mmmmnnn, fuck," you moaned, belly deep. Your head tipped back, pouty lips open and panting softly. Twitching every time he hit your clit just right. "God, I love your cock, Stanford- fuck, I love you," were he in his right mind, he might've been embarrassed by how just those three simple words made his toes curl and his cock twitch against you. As it was though, he was on cloud nine while simultaneously suffering levels of torture he didn't know were possible.

"Sweetheart-- honey, fuck, please I- I need-- I can't-" he panted, unsure how to vocalize the vicious want gnawing at his insides. You shushed him with a gentle, slightly mocking coo and leaned in. Your hands cupped his face, forehead pressed against his as you just breathed each other's air. Mouths open and panting, Ford thought he might be drooling but he couldn't be bothered to care with your slow, even pace and how he could just feel your dripping entrance twitching and sucking at the tip of his cock. He felt like his brain might actually be melting.

"You can and you will," you murmured. Your voice rolled over him, thick and smooth like honey. "You wanted to make it up to me? Well this is what I want; you'll let me play with you, won't you?" Your words were spinning a sticky web around his thoughts. Narrowing his world down to just you and your voice and your skin on his. It only stoked the flames higher. Your hands slid down his neck to his chest, starting to tweak and play with his nipples again. His hips bucked up against you and his arms wrapped around you, nails scratching lightly at your back as he moaned wetly against your skin. Hiding his face in your chest like that might hide him from the pleasure crashing through him.

He nodded furiously. "Yesyesyes, God, fuck yes- I'd let you do anything-- anything you wanted to me-- Nngh h-hhah--" his smooth voice cracked, broke on a moan as he felt the way you coated him. Drowned him in your slick until it was dripping down his balls. You scratched your nails over his chest, leaving stinging rows of red that sparked along his nerves. Making his hips jerk and buck underneath you. And though he could've easily overpowered you, he didn't. He chose to stay like this, trapped beneath you, writhing and completely at your mercy.

"God, you're so perfect- so good, letting me play with you like this," you mumbled into his hair. Both of you shuddered as his tip caught on your needy, clenching hole. He muffled a shout against you as you started moving your hips in short, thrusting grinds that had you fucking just the head of his cock in and out of you. "So, so good for me-- so pretty, love seeing you like this." You spoke again, and Ford could've cursed and praised you with how intent you seemed on stripping him bare until he was nothing but a mess of want and pleasure.

"Love seeing you all fucked out n'dumb- not a thought in that big, beautiful brain of yours, hm?" He shook his head furiously, immediately.

"Just-- god, just you, only you, only- onlyy- please, baby, please please I need to be inside you, Fuh-fuck-" his deep baritone was hoarse and pitchy, whiny as he pleaded for your pussy and you oozed out another thick drip of slick around the head of his cock.

"No, baby- shhhh shhh," you soothed him as he gripped handfuls of your ass and sobbed against your chest at that. "Wan'y to cum like this first. Y'think you can do that for me? Think you can cum f'me? Get me all messy, mark me?"

It was the picture that painted: a lurid image of your slick, pretty pussy dripping with him. Plus the fact that he was already teetering on the edge, so close that he didn't even realize until it was suddenly barreling through him and he was tumbling over. The noises he let out were pornographic. High, whimpery moans and soft little gasping 'hh-hhaah-aaahh's' that made your starved and needy pussy clench tightly around the head of his cock. Still just sat inside you as he came.

You stroked your fingers through his hair as he panted and shook against you. Dizzy with the aftershocks. "God, Ford, you're so beautiful," you murmured, hushed and reverent. "So, so good for me. So perfect, so-" you were cut off when Ford suddenly grabbed and shifted you, moving you so that you sat on the couch and he was on his knees in front of you. So fast you hardly had time to blink but you reacted quickly. Bare foot coming up to press lightly against his chest, stopping him. Not a no, per se. But definitely a warning.

Your lips parted to speak, voice and expression equally bewildered, but Ford beat you to it. "Sweetheart," he choked out. Trying to sound anything but wrecked and failing. "C'mon, honey, gotta- gotta lemme taste you, please? Please darling?" He kissed at your ankle, feeling your weakening resolve in the way you still allowed him to touch you. So he slid your foot up until it dangled over his shoulder. Your leg bending as he slowly inched closer, dark lidded eyes practically drowning in hearts with the way he was looking at you.

You blushed, covering your mouth slightly and turning your head. "Ford, that's- you're filthy," you admonished him with nothing but the heat of desire in your voice. He rumbled a low chuckle, now close enough that your knee hooked over his shoulder and he was kissing and licking at your inner thigh. One hand came over to push at your other knee and spreading you wide. He looked down, caught the absolute dripping mess he'd left between your thighs, and groaned. He actually thought he might drool, having to swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth.

"Might be filthy but just for you," he quipped. He nipped at your inner thigh, watching the way you twitched and your poor pussy gushed out another thick dollop of his cum mixed with your slick. "Fuck, honey," his voice rumbled with a groan. "Lemme taste you, please? Wanna- wanna be good for you, let me clean up my mess. Yeah, honey?" The way he begged, voice soft and reverent and broken by his own need. You bit your lip, stifling a moan as he licked your inner thighs clean.

"Fuck, Ford, you're so-- oh, so needy," you murmured. Bringing a hand down to tangle in his hair and sighing when he whimpered. "Needed a break from that brain of yours, didn't you, baby?" You cooed when he nodded furiously, looking up at you with dazed eyes. Panting hot and open mouthed against your skin. "Feels good, doesn't it? You wanna make me feel good too? Gonna ask me nicely for it? Hm?" You were teasing him, unable to stop with how pretty he looked all gone on you. You weren't prepared for his response, though.

"Fuck, please ma-- ma'am," he whined the words, swallowing thickly as a blush colored his skin. His eyes closed, trying to hide from the embarrassment he could feel bubbling up. You noticed the way he stuttered, how could you not? But you kept it to yourself, too flustered by the way the honorific had your toes curling.

"Oh, y'gonna say that again for me? I couldn't hear you," you cooed softly, gently. Shushing him when he whimpered and cupping his jaw. Gently tugging his lower lip free from between his teeth. Breath hitching when he fluttered his eyes open, staring at you as he lapped slightly at your thumb.

"Please, ma," he muttered. Finally. Spitting out the word that had been on the tip of his tongue, that he'd tried to bury beneath a more polite title, ears bright red now. The way you looked at him, though: teeth digging in to your plush lower lip, eyes hooded and searing with heat, your thighs falling open just that littlest bit further. He couldn't regret it when you looked at him like that. He nipped gently at the tip of your thumb, hips rolling as his cock twitched with renewed interest.

"Please, wanna be good for you-- I- I wanna taste you, fuck, need to taste you," he whimpered as your hand in his hair tightened. He was so close to your pussy that his every exhale caressed you. It made you shiver and moan. "'Sides, I made a mess. Don't I gotta clean up after m'self?" His words slurred slightly, rolled over with a slight accent you couldn't place. One you'd rarely heard, outside of him being drunk. But it always made you wet, seeing the perfectly prim and polished facade of your boyfriend fall away. You nodded, finally, and your grip loosened enough for Ford to dive in. Literally.

If you had any doubts about the ferocity of Ford's desire, you certainly didn't now. At the first taste of you mixed with the flavor of his own cum as it drooled from your slick, needy entrance onto his tongue, Ford was a goner. Not that he wasn't out of his mind with you already, but the way he grabbed at you. Large, rough hands sliding under your ass to grip at the fat and pin you to his mouth. You couldn't run away, even if you wanted to, so your only option was to lean into the overwhelming sensation. You tangled your fingers in his hair immediately, pulling and tugging as you rolled your hips against his face. Using him, grinding into him when the curve of his nose hit your clit just right.

"Thaaaat's it- fuck, so good. Love it when you u-use me," his words were muffled, spoken directly into your pussy and you moaned. Hips jerking as his tongue slid up just to play with your clit.

Your thighs were trembling where you had them tucked tightly around his ears. Heels digging into his back as he ate you out with loud, messy sounds. Your cunt squelched and cried as he licked you, now only able to taste you and nothing else on his tongue. He could tell by the way you clenched, body shivering, that you were close and he whined into your cunt. Dark eyes locked with yours over your pussy. His brow was furrowed, and his eyes were so pleading. He looked like a puppy begging for scraps and it made you gush all over his face. You watched as his eyes rolled back, the sloppy sounds of him eating you out the only thing you could hear.

"Fuck, fuck m'gonna cum- gonna, fuck, baby-- baby, I'm- a-ah-!" You could hardly get the words out. Hips rolling, dragging your pussy against his face as you soaked him. Ford whimpered, sliding his tongue into you as far as he could just to feel you clench and pulse. Feel the way your cum dripped right into his desperate, needy mouth. He was well past hard again, feeling his cock twitch and leak against his thigh. But he kept licking at your cunt until you were dragging him off of you. Planting your foot back on his chest to gently push him back.

He went willingly, flat on his back on the floor until suddenly you were spilling into his lap. Kissing him, sloppy and wet, hot little hands touching everywhere, anywhere they could and making him moan into your mouth. He felt your pussy slide over his length, making him twitch and his head fall back against the floor with a thunk.

"F-Fuck- can't, I can't-- need you, need to be inside you pleaseplease mama, please I need it--" you shivered at how desperately he begged you for your pussy. How he was so needy he couldn't even begin to feel shame for it. This was what you wanted; your sweet, precious little genius fucked out of his mind. Unable to think about or focus on anything else. You wanted to take care of him and you didn't even realize you'd said it out loud until Ford was nodding furiously. Focusing hazy, tear glossed puppy eyes on you. Tangling his fingers with yours and dragging your hand up to kiss at your knuckles, even as you notched him at your entrance.

"God, yes-- y'always take such good care of me, ma- make me feel s'good, so-- so fucking good, fuck." You kept your hands intertwined, squeezing tightly as you sunk down the length of his cock. Your breath left you in a rush when you bottomed out and you moaned, head dropping forward as his dropped back. His back met the floor, a long drawn out whine of your name leaving him, when you started riding him in earnest. Picking up your hips and dropping them back down, punctuated with slutty rolls of your hips that had him gasping.

"Hhhah-- shit, m'not gonna last, n-not when you-- fffffuck when y'do that," his wheezy exhale was referring to the way you moved your hips. Lethal to his self control and he loved it. You leaned forward, pressing your chest to his and planting your hands on either side of his head. This had the added effect of shifting him inside you so that his cock, aided by its natural curve and your positioning, dragged every inch of itself along your g-spot. Your toes curled even as you pouted down at him.

"Awwww, s'my poor baby had enough?" You cooed. The tone of your voice was gentle, deceptively sweet, but so mocking. It made him turn his head, kissing at your wrist and whining as his tip left drippy, messy kisses against your cervix.

"N-No, I- god, I could never get en-nough of you," he murmured, blushing high and pretty atop his perfectly carved cheeks. You took the opportunity presented to you to bite at his exposed throat, earning yourself another flurry of sweet noises as you marked him.

"Mmmnn good," you purred, right up next to his ear. You felt his hips flex under you, knew he was trying to restrain the need to buck up into you. "Shhh," you murmured when he whimpered, frustrated with the slow pace. "Lemme take care of you, baby. Y'take such good care of me," you sat up then, and he moaned at the loss of your skin. Immediately gripped your hips in his hands and just squeezed. "Y'gonna be a good boy n'let mama take care of you?" You cooed sweetly, gratified when his eyes fluttered and a low, punched out groan sounded from his chest.

"Y-Yeeess-" he said, hissing through his teeth as you rocked your hips in a figure 8. He blinked tear glossed eyes up at you, tilting his head back and baring his throat with a moan when you wrapped your hand around it, fingertips digging into the sides and leaving him dizzy with the resulting headrush. "Fuck, yes, yes please wanna- wanna be good f'you." His brows were knitted together and a fresh rush of slick coated his cock at the picture he painted.

"Then cum for me," you said, picking up your pace. "C'mon, baby, want you to fill me up-- God, y'fill me up so well." You devolved into moans as Ford’s grip on your hips tightened. His orgasm took him by surprise; sneaking up on him and grabbing him in a chokehold as the pleasure tore through him. He had to bring a hand to his face, biting into his own palm to try and muffle the shout of pleasure that left him as he filled you. You rode him through his high, whining at the sensation of him twitching and filling your poor pussy to the brim. Panting, you laid down. Pressing your chest to Ford’s, he stroked your hair and back as you both slowly came down.

"Y'know," Ford started up after a few moments of silence. "If this is what I get, I might have to pull some all nighters more often." He laughed when you gasped and pinched his cheek, swatting you away lightly.

"Stanford Pines, you'd better not!" You hissed and he laughed. "I'm serious! You need sleep- and don't go giving me that attitude, either!" You sighed, looking at his handsome face and feeling the fight drain out of you. Your hand gently caressed the planes of his face before you gripped his jaw, squishing his cheeks slightly to get his attention. "Really, honey, I mean it. You gotta take care of yourself. And, if that means I gotta put you out of your head a little to do that, then I will." Ford stared at you, feeling a little awestruck and even more in love with you if that was even possible. He felt his heart pick up a little pitter patter and nodded when he realized you were waiting for an answer.

"Yesh ma'am!" You released him, pressing your forehead to his as you both chuckled softly. You stared into his pretty brown eyes, lost in the depths, when a thought occurred to you and you smiled impishly. Ford swallowed, he knew that look. There was a moment of silence, then:

"So... 'mama,' huh?" He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as you cackled.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Info dump your fave Logan things and concepts SFW and NSFW so one of us can write you a banging indulgent fanfic? Lemme spoil u bbygrl. ( Nonny bc Idk if this is chill or if I'm weird for this. 😭 )

NONNNNNNY YOU ARE SO SWEET I'M GONNA CRRRYYYY

I could go on FOR HOURS about my fav logan things omg, so i'll try to keep this down to my FAV favorites <3 (SFW and NSFW ahead!)(i might make another similar post w a whole bunch more bc this got me thiiiinkiiin)

SFW

Logan listening to hyperfixations, STRAIGHT UP. He may sit silently, and do other stuff while you rant, but he LISTENS so good. makes comments and reassures that hes still listening

Soft, gentle touches. Him putting his hand on your lower back when leading you through a crowd, scratching your back or arm while cuddling (God im such a slut for that)

LAUGHING TOGETHER. I wanna see that man GIGGLE. I wanna see him GUFFAWING. he's laughing so hard he's crying.

Logan likes to sit outside during his downtime I think. I think he likes being able to breathe fresh air (and probs smoke freely without anyone jumping his ass over it lmao). Imagine sitting on the porch on his lap during a spring thunderstorm. His big arms wrapped around you protectively. bonus points if you're on a porch swing (altho w how heavy logan is COULD he sit on a porch swing w/o breaking it???)

butterfly kissess butterfly kisses

we talk a lot about his deep passionate kisses and believe me I LOVE THAT. but Lately i just been obsseseed with him giving fluttery lil kisses all over your face

also nose nuzzles. ive been including those a lot in my fics lmao

God i love his beard so much, wanna scratch it and pet it. I like to think he'd would teasingly rub it all over your face

WAIT A MIN. CATS DO THAT.

lmao

early morning snuggles

yknow those super passionate kisses and dips those old hollywood movies do? yeah that with Logan

NSFW

unfg

His. Stamina. God i want this man going at it with me for HOURS.

TBH Im so indecisive about what Logans fav position would be. I feel like mating press would drive him INSANE. You're bent and half and logan just SLAMMING his shit into you. so hard and fast the BED FRAME BREAKS

I LOVE the idea of Logan being this tough guy loner who could have anyone he wanted, but he becomes completely OBSESSED with you. Everything you do turns him on. You could put him smack in the middle of a strip club and he'll still be thinking about you

his shaky thighs when you suck him off and make him completely undone

him being so much bigger than you that you're pretty much swallowed by him. hes onto of you, between your legs and there's a significant STRETCH in how far you have to spread your legs for him to fit with his hips flush against yours

turning into a puddle underneath him as he fucks you sooooo good your speechless and in a whole another world, and he's just sweet talking and cooing at you how pretty you are and what a good girl you are and mmmmmph yes

manhandling. god i just want him to be forcing me into different positions and picking me up and carrying me all over the place. also just throwing me over his shoulder is fun

dominant but sweet orders. "Give me a kiss", "go on, take a seat." "get those pretty lips on my cock sweetheart" teehee

i'm a slut for creampies honestly almost everyone of my smut fics has a creampie lmao. logan DEF loves a good creampie